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The Housewives Of Coxville County part 5Chapter 4 The Strange Case of Mr. Brooks. Anya’s StoryThere was blood on the sun the day he came to town. blood on the sun,because the townsfolk could find no more fitting an idiom to describe thestate of it. From that first sign of dawn til that evening’s sunset – andthen for just a few minutes longer than dusk normally permitted – the bigbright orb that hovered over the vast stretch of land that was Coxvillecounty was splotched, saturated with a most peculiar shade of crimson. Athick coating of red that encapsulated the perfect sphere, and as a result,gave the entire town’s skyline a low and hazy tint, as though it were stuckin a permanent blush just above the earth. A queer phenomena, which to thetown’s inhabitants went noted as one of the strangest and mostunprecedented acts of nature ever to occur in the small southern community.One of the strangest to be sure…but certainly not the first to occur inthe region.Anyone outside the boundaries of the southern town who may have been atall curious or inclined to gaze up at the sky on that day, would have beeneither disappointed or (more likely)indifferent to find that the greatcircle from their position hung and shone in its normal shape and hue. Nothing at all out of the ordinary, and to the rest of the human populationresiding on its side of the globe in which sun held sway at that time, itwas just a typical day filled with routine deeds under a mundane blue sky.The big red ball and the aberrant cloak that came in effect was onlyviewable from within the secluded boundaries of Coxville County. Andneither meteorologists, local historians, nor living witnesses of the eventhas recorded or agreed to give any sort of commentary to outsiders aboutthat day, much like how they’ve done in the past with other interestingaffairs pertaining to the land.It didn’t mark the sign of anything notably exciting after all…outsideof a new resident coming to town that is. It loomed there, large, roundand uncommonly viewable in a cloudless space as a small caravan of trucksapproached. Led by a long, sleek and immaculate looking jet black limosedan, the line of automobiles traversed the roads after passing theneighboring lands of Coxburg, which resided north of the I-69, beforeleading onward into town. It passed Lake Cox at close to mid-day, theremains of the long abandoned settlement which once stood there stillperceptible, even from afar. The dust plume that came in its wake causedlocal wildlife to stir and seek cover from the passing cavalcade from theirexposed positions of lily pads, bare rock faces, and clearings in the opengrasslands.It passed the rural farmlands and gleaning fields in an aggregation ofhumming engines not long after. Eventually the rural areas of nature andwildlife disappeared, and the line of vehicles passed into the stretch ofcracked and long unattended concrete streets of more populated areas ofCoxville. An urban settlement modeled with the various architecturalstyles and pathways of New Orleans. The land was known locally as N-Town,an area predominantly inhabited by the county’s African-Americaninhabitants. The precession gathered a host of onlookers, curious partiesconsisting of the old, middle aged, and the young. A few of the c***drenplaying in the streets pointed fingers at the driven march, all the trucksemblazoned with the company logo “We-Haul” on the broad side. And theirgazes never failed to settle on the one vehicle in particular that wasleading the trek.The sedan drove at a steady pace down the main street, a broad vein ofcracked sidewalks and weary pavement through the town proper, knownpublicly to its local residents and uttered (in hushed tones privilegedwith separation) by their uptown neighbors as “Nigger Town”. The N-Townresidents watched in a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a fair few lessthan approachable faces holding hostility in the moment the black vehiclepassed them. Looks varied between faces of men, women, c***dren, and theelderly. All of them the colors of deep ebony, caramel and varying shadesof brown. Even from a far distance away, and despite the reflectivesurface of the tinted windows giving not even the smallest clue to theidentity of sedan’s driver or possible passengers, they knew they werebeing watched from the inside of the vehicle. They could feel it in theirbones that whoever this newcomer was, this high collar big shot making abig show of his arrival, he was well aware of their existence. And as theydrove by they knew whoever it was was appraising them from behind the pitchblack glass, drawing some unknowable conclusion about them.When the caravan traversed uptown and into the greater area of Coxvillewhere it’s predominantly non-black population dwelled, the response wasvery much the same. Onlookers watched the precession of trucks – mostclosely paying attention to the sedan – from their home windows, from infront of their markets and underneath the awnings of various shops andproprietary establishments. It was curiosity, excitement, and a fewglances hinting of apprehension when the black car drove by. And just likethe residents of N-Town, the Coxvillian community felt the gaze of thevehicle’s concealed driver/s. It was the same…yet with a single unspokenelement to a select audience. For many of the women of uptown Coxville –a beautiful and healthy stock, bred of to what many cited as the highestcaliber to be found in the western world — there were scant traces ofthere being something…more hidden behind the veiled windows.The unseen leer grabbed onto and played about with the women’s senses,and the symptoms silently teased them. Hairs suddenly stood on end for nodiscernible reason. Heartbeats quickened despite the fact they werestrolling down the town’s street at no more than a casual pace. Theslightest wave of anticipation spiked for the briefest of moments insidetheir round and plentiful chests, which (for some unknowable reason)suddenly grew goose flesh, causing their nipples to turn into tight pinkbuds beneath their clothing.It was the strangest thing, that was never spoken aloud nor madereference to by those experiencing the phenomena. The event explored nofurther to the casual distaff observer than that of a whimsical well thatwas strange. blood on the Sun was what the Coxville folk called it, theday he moved into town…”Now what in the Sam hill’s all this?” asked Cletus McGuire, thefifty-something year old convenience shop owner. He stood behind hiscashier’s counter, an older Caucasian man with a round face and an evenrounder midsection.”Looks like someone new’s movin into town”, replied Todd White from theother side of the counter, a coke and a bag of chips in his hands. Inalmost complete contrast to the proprietor of the shop, Todd was a tall,handsome and athletically built young man. His chiseled facial featuresslightly upturned in a look of curiosity flirting with smallest bit ofexcitement as he and Cletus watched the mass of vehicles pass by the widecircular shop window.”Movin in?” said Cletus, obviously perplexed and unaware.”You’ve been sittin behind that counter too long Cletus. You gotta getout more” replied Todd, a faint sigh of disappointment held in his breath.”I didn’t hear anything about any new folks movin into Coxville, wherethey headed?””Oh, it’s only been the main buzz in town for a little over two monthsnow.” Said Todd with a faint grin and only somewhat gloating on the info hesat upon. Clearly the young man knew something the old man didn’t, a smalldisplay of power flexed before his elder.”Don’t be a wise ass. Some of us gotta work for a livin. Not all of usget to bask in the glory of our youth” said Cletus, only somewhatbegrudgingly.”They’re headin to that new house”, Todd yielded. “You know, the onethey been building on that hill overlooking city hall.””Ah” barked Cletus in a slight recollection of the town notice thatthere would be a busy construction crew doing various works on the landnearer to the peak of town. He’d noticed it, but only in the most fleetingof degrees. The man had a business to run after all. “They were buildinga house there?” Cletus’ earlier confusion now replaced with a tone ofsurprise.”Yeah…” said Todd, “You mean to tell me you didn’t notice all the jackhammering and pounding up the street for the last few weeks?”Cletus pondered it for a bit. Sure he’d noticed, but again, the man hada business to run. “Hell I noticed the construction boy” Cletus barkedwhile turning somewhat red with Todd’s snark. “By the look and size of theplace I’d have just sworn they were making a new library or something.””Nope, it’s a house, a huge one too…” replied Todd with a lightchuckle, “apparently some big shot from outta state bought the land anddecided to make it the spot for his new estate. Few months back some fancysuit contractors and a small army of builders rolled into town, beenworking on it day and night ever since. Looks like they finally finishedit.””Sheesh, all that fuss for some rich city prick tryin to settle into ourtown? Probably just another tourist tryin to do something drastic to stirup his friends.””I dunno…” replied Todd a curious drawl. “Rumor is the owner hasroots here.””Huh…how so?” said Cletus, now officially interested in the identityof this new slick big city newcomer.”I dunno exactly, but that’s what I hear. Guys totally loaded too, I’mtalkin front page of Forbes and Fortune magazine loaded. What I did hearis that his family history somehow goes back about as far as…” he paused,trying to recall the exact year he’d heard. “I dunno, eighteen hundredsomething…””You don’t say?” replied Cletus, the fat white fingers of his right handstroking one of several of his chins. “Hmmm, now that got my ears perkedup… You know a lot of the families in Coxville been settled here sincethe end of the 18th century?” Cletus straightened himself and grabbed atthe twin straps of his suspenders exclamatorily and with a beaming sense ofpride often found in denizens of the south. “Yep, includin yours truly,you’ve had McGuires, Murphy’s, Andersons, Summers and such livin inCoxville for as far back as the end of the Mexican War. Startin from thegreat war hero Phineas Cox himself, who was pretty tight with my family Imight a–.””Yeah” interrupted Todd, trying to cut the history lesson at the rootbefore Cletus worked himself into a rhythm. “We learned all about that inHistory class…must have been pretty exciting seeing things like cars andpaved roads getting built from nothing back then, eh Cletus?” teased Todd.”Now what did I just tell you about bein a wise ass son?” grumbled theround older man.”Ha-ha, just k**din around with you Cleet.””Yeah yeah…that’ll be five bucks even Captain…” Shot Cletus,referencing the chips and the soda sitting atop the counter.”Five bucks?!” said Todd, somewhat astonished with the price. “Youraised the prices again?””Afraid so son, you know the economy’s slaying us right now. The jokersin the White House make up the rules, I just charge according to them.””Sigh…” came the young man as he reluctantly reached into his walletand slapped a folded five dollar bill on the counter.”Just call it a life lesson on the value of a dollar son.” Said Cletus,only a little condescendingly.A minute later Todd and Cletus gave their goodbyes, and Todd Whitesauntered his way out the door, making light as best he could being fivedollars poorer.”You tell your daddy and that purdy mom a yours I said hello” calledCletus.”She’s not my mom” snapped Todd just before the door of the shop closedbehind him….”What a rip-off” grumbled Todd to himself as he took a swig of his sodaand made his way down the main street that led to his house. “The value ofa dollar? Psh yeah, guess he’d know, considering back in his day moneycame in the form of sheep and coon skin caps.”Todd walked at an even pace down the streets and around the bends ofCoxville, the strange red sun looming above him in its preparation tosettle into evening behind the hills. The odd nature and hue was notedonly secondarily to the young man while in his frustration. Todd wasn’t sosore about the price of his items, as much as he was the biting nicknameCletus had given him beforehand. Captain.The nickname stabbed at Todd’s nerves and grated at his pride. Cletus,the old prick. He knew that Todd was still more than a bit sore at thefact he’d just recently been replaced on his high school football team. His team, the Coxville Cocks, was in the midst of what many natives calledared hot winning streak. A winning streak that, much to Todd White’simmense dismay, was being led by not him, but by one Samson West. Todd’steeth gritted as he tugged at the bag of chips. (Old prick) thought Toddas he rounded the corner that led to the line of lavish suburban homesmaking up the neighborhood he lived in.Cletus knew that not long ago Todd had been passed over as team captain.This happened not long at all after the Cocks, in a stunning upset victory,had outright decimated their long-time rivals the Bartown Beavers. It wasa decisive win for Coxville high, though one that had left the now seethingTodd more than a little bit bitter. Todd hadn’t quite believed it himself,even when it was happening and his teammates hooted and hollered as theylifted Samson onto their shoulders in celebration instead of him. Admittedly the young man’s mind, at the time, had been preoccupiedon…other triumphs that were supposed to have come to him that night. Thedescriptive version being: the long anticipated and much sought aftervictory blowjob Todd had been promised by his now ex-girlfriend KittySummers. And therein lay the rest of the poison eating away at Todd White.The young man’s lost position on the team was only exacerbated by his beingdumped (like a hot rock) by the young smoking hot blonde cheerleader. Kitty was – by official decree of both peers and the subtle nod of elders -a total knockout. A little blonde bombshell whose stunning looks,incredible athletic body and perfect round rack made her a prize piece inCoxville in much the way Todd figured movie stars were in Hollywood. Reminiscing on Kitty’s beauty only swatted at a fresh wound. A wound onlymade worse when word finally came to him that Kitty was now dating Samson,his replacement, mere days after she’d unceremoniously dumped him. Shehadn’t given him a reason, but Todd had his suspicions that Samson andKitty had made their coupling `more than official’ even before the gossipgaggle at school had even received a remote scent of the affair.It beyond burned Todd up to think that those big round tits, taut bubblebutt and incredible mouth was likely being used freely by that jerk West.They’d been – more or less – friendly to each other up to that point, evenif Samson was black. Their friendly rivalry on the field had made themappropriately jovial to one another. But now all the competitive jeers andaggressive one lines had turned to outright conflict between Todd and theNegro. It was an insult that he just couldn’t bring himself to let go of.Sure, Todd had been able to offset the burn slightly by dating Pamela,another cheerleader of stunning beauty in her own right. But even thatfell head first off the wagon when, in no uncertain terms, Pamela haddumped him as well…this time via text message.Outright Todd had accused her of being just another title rider, agroupie for whoever sat on the higher social rung of Coxville high’s totem.The thought of being burned by not just one, but two of Coxville’s hottestgirls shook him, almost as much as his demotion on the team. Todd’sfather’s mantra of being the best or being simply forgotten rangcontinually in his head in the wake of all the drama. And Todd stewed onit the whole way home. He’d been so caught up in his silent brooding thathe hardly noticed he’d been steadily eating his chips the entire time untilhis fingers grazed the bottom of the bag.At the same time Todd realized this, he’d also noticed he had made hisway back home. His broad and lavish two story suburban that his father,the big businessman, had reminded him time and again to be grateful for. It’s not that Todd was actively ungrateful for the house and privileges hewas given…he just didn’t really know how to express gratitude for whathe’d figured to be the norm. Todd and his father never did see eye to eyeon things like that. This gap in their understanding of one another wasonly made worse after she arrived. As Todd made his way up the block, henoticed there was a black car sitting on the curb in front of his house. Weird, Todd thought. It wasn’t his fathers. Even if based on a whim he’dhave heard from his father any intent to go out and buy a new car. It wasa familiar vehicle, and one that Todd soon identified as the one that hadpassed by them while he was Cletus’ not a half hour prior.No way that could be right though, thought Todd. The newcomer to townwouldn’t have been in his neighborhood. He’d have been – as far as Toddwould have thought – far too busy with running the stampede of trucks abouta mile back in the town proper. Todd took the time to inspect the car froma distance as he walked up to his house. Same vehicle, a jet black sedanwith tinted windows. He rounded the car, taking in how pristine it was. Todd risked taking a closer look at the automobile, tilting his head closerto one of the further windows. He couldn’t get a clear view of the car’sinterior, and only his curious reflection starred back him as he triedcupping a hand to see inside.And before his eyes could focus, Todd White felt a sudden chill run uphis spine. He couldn’t ignore the abrupt flex of surprise at the sensationof feeling that – for some unknown reason – he was being watched. Helooked up from the car and spied the expanse of the block. No one wasaround, no one nearby to scold him for snooping on someone else’s property.But all the same, the piercing feeling of eyes upon him continued. It madehis heartbeat quicken a bit. A foreboding wave passed through him. Issomeone inside the car? Todd thought. It would have made sense, but thesilence in the immediate area and the car itself hinted of otherwise. Ifsomeone was inside the black vehicle looking back at Todd, they made noeffort whatsoever to acknowledge his presence or their being aware of hiscuriosity, and they made not the slightest sound to portray their presence.The feeling gave Todd the creeps, standing near the jet black car left himill at ease. Todd stepped away from the car and headed for his house.His dad should be home by now. She would most definitely be waiting forhim inside, what with her being strictly a housewife and all. Likelywaitin to bitch at me about something, he thought. Todd dug in his pocketsin search of his house key as he crossed the picket fence and traversedacross the front lawn. He’d just gotten a hold of the key ring when thefront door of his house swung open abruptly of its own volition, revealinga sight that altogether made Todd’s heart pause and stutter in his chest….”Oh!” came the somewhat startled noise from the astonishingly beautifulbrown skinned goddess who was – for some thoroughly strange reason -walking out of Todd’s house. “Excuse me…” she said in a low sultrybreath that instantly made Todd’s nerves coo with pleasure.Now Todd White had never found himself actively attracted to black womenin the past. Save perhaps Stacy Brown, the dark skinned hottie on thecheerleading squad who all the guys on the team agreed had a body that wasbuilt for fucking. Todd quickly amended this thought upon apprising thisnew woman, who Todd was certain he’d never seen before.She was a perfect five foot nine, had flawless rich brown skin, highcheeks bones, full luscious lips, a cutely shaped nose that held none ofthe strong African hints he’d equated to most black people, and she woreher hair in a short straight pixie cut that held a permanent gloss. Herset of gorgeous facial features could have placed as anywhere from her latetwenties to her early thirties, and were punctuated by a large pair ofmesmerizing dark brown eyes that, Todd strangely noticed, somehow seemedolder than the sum of her bountiful parts. Todd had went in reverse of thetypical man’s appraisal of the human body. He starred startled at this newwoman’s face. His jaw all but dropped to ground upon spying the rest ofher.The woman’s body was something out of a comic book featuringsuper-powered vixens and flawlessly built super-heroines. Her firm legstrailed upward to reveal a wide set of gorgeous shapely hips – the promiseand curve of a bountiful ass resting behind her – that only barely keptthemselves contained in the tight fitting black skirt she wore. The tightfitting blue blouse tucked into the skirt showed her to have a slim tautwaist just before expanding outward to tease the image of the two huge pertbreasts tucked firmly beneath the fabric. If Stacy Brown had a body builtfor fucking, then this woman’s body was made for making men cum.Growing up in a town like Coxville, a man became well versed in whatmade an immaculate pair of tits, whether he actively sought to or not. He’d fanaticized on near countless occasions about getting a mouth andhandful of Jenny Summers’ — his ex-girlfriends smoking hot mom – legendaryrack. Her breasts were the living definition of big and round. The onesthat slightly bounced before him in a start right now however, rivaled eventhe ones belonging to Mrs. Summers.”And…this must be your son Todd” said the woman.”Yep” came a man’s voice from behind the ebony goddess. “That’s my boyTodd.””Well, it’s certainly a pleasure to meet you Todd” said the goddess. “Your father was simply beaming while talking about you earlier.””Uh–” was the only audible response Todd found himself capable ofgiving, entranced at the sight of the woman before him.”Todd, not be rude, say hello!” came another voice from behind Todd’sdark skinned queen. The voice was a sharp tin in the air, carried with athick Russian accent that Todd had come to hate, but contradictively foundhimself aroused by.When Todd finally came to sorts with where he was and who stood beforehim, he shook himself into good enough sense to give a stammering “h-hi…”to this new woman who he – with no degree of uncertainty – was bound tomasturbate to at the earliest opportunity.Todd was able to tear himself away from gazing at this new beauty longenough to peer at the open threshold of the house. Inside the interiorhallway stood Todd’s father, Tom White. At a little more than six feettall, Tom White physically looked identical to his son, if aged by twentyyears or so. He wore a plain white button shirt, black tie and matchingslacks. Standing next to Tom was – in a silent cringe of realization toTodd – was his `step-mother’ ( heavy emphases on the step) Anya. AnyaWhite stood at five-nine. She had long silky raven hair that trailed downto near the middle of the curved shape of her back and a frame almost asrobust and shapely as the black woman standing in front of him. Anya fitright in among the females of Coxville, with large round double D breastsand a bubble butt that many would have sworn was home grown in the deepsouth. Her deep almond eyes always seemed to be turned in a glare at theyoung White, a trait that Todd found to be of both disdain and (by Todd’sown admission) an undeniable attractiveness.Todd and Anya had never gotten along. From minute one of her arrival toCoxville they’d both succeeded in rubbing each other the wrong way, withTodd rubbing himself the right way to thoughts of her in secret. Hatredaside, it could not be denied or mistaken that Anya was – by all means – agoddess in her right aesthetic right. Her hourglass hips, perfectly tonedbody and gorgeous European facial features made her stand out amongst theother beauties of Coxville almost as much as her accent did. And to havethat kind of affect among Coxville’s women was saying something. I guessshe’d better be as hot, Todd thought on many occasions, considering howmuch money my old man shelled out to get her here… Todd had thought tohimself so often that now the phrase almost seemed like a tiny mantra. Stunningly beautiful as Anya was, to Todd she acted like nothing short of acold hard bitch.At every opportunity Anya voiced some new complaint or grievance withTodd’s `attitude’, which she made known on every opportunity she at alldidn’t care for. An ignored request here, and spurned flex of parentalauthority there, and the two had gradually found themselves in a domestictumult that was to be sounded from both sides, with Tom being the soleforce in the center keeping all-out war from engulfing the White household.”Todd, this is…” Tom began before trailing off somewhat. “I’m sosorry, I’m terrible with names, Miss…”That’s weird, thought Todd. He’d never seen his father act soapologetic remembering a name before. As a businessman he’d told Todd timeand again that someone’s who name you can’t remember must not be one worthremembering. As Whites our brains take in only the information we know isessential in our enhanced development, everything else…is emptycalories.Todd found a flaw with that line of thinking, but didn’t want toprobe deeper into what that flaw was. This nameless woman standing in hisdoorway however, Todd most definitely wanted to probe, in more ways thanone.”It’s fine” she said with a light giggle. “I’ve found I rather likebeing anonymous in certain situations. Like taking on the role of themysterious benefactor almost.”Todd gnawed at this idea for a moment. How could anyone not remember abody like that, he thought. “Adela” the woman then said, revealing agorgeous smile shone with flawless white teeth. “Adela Laveau.”Adela, thought Todd. The name sang in his brain.”Right, of course…” Tom replied. If Todd didn’t know any better, he’dhave sworn his father was blushing. “Miss Laveau is the assistant for Mr.Alexander Brooks” Tom exclaimed to Todd, the woman’s status and pedigreeobviously having left his father more than a bit impressed.”Brooks…” said Todd curiously, almost tasting the word when saidaloud. He’d heard the name plenty over the last few weeks. It had beendropped in questioning whispers and curious murmurs amongst many ofCoxville’s citizens. No one knew much about the mysterious man, aside fromthe fact the guy was reported as being insanely rich, and was made famousfor the mysterious background and taciturn lifestyle as much as – if notmoreso – his broad endeavors in the corporate world.”Yes” continued Adela. “Mr. Brooks just moved into the county today.””Yeah, I noticed the trucks” replied Todd, trying to press down hisnervousness around Miss Laveau and engage in conversation that spannedfurther than monosyllables. “Those were his huh?””Indeed. Mr. Brooks is very excited about moving into your fine town,and he hopes there was wasn’t too much of a ruckus made with his arrival.””Yeah, I noticed all the construction too. Those guys were workingreally hard on it.””That they were, and we’re very pleased with the results. I hope itwasn’t too much of a disturbance for you” said Miss Laveau, a seeminglygenuine lilt of concern in her tone.”Oh, no no, not at all!” belted Todd, bringing his hands up in a gestureof surrender. He immediately noticed his stammer had returned upon MissLaveau directly addressing him, and realized his stymied manner of speechat the woman’s beauty was just as bad as his father’s. “I uh, I think it’scool that we have someone new moving in.””I’m very glad to hear it. Mr. Brooks is very adamant about making thecommunity feel comfortable with his arrival. A smooth transition is whathe aims for.”Todd noticed Miss Laveau’s accent. It was southern, but didn’t carrythe strong drawl that he noticed came in many black people’s speech in thestate. Instead it was a dainty, eloquent and silky tambour. This sexysister most definitely wasn’t from around here.”Mr. Brooks is throwing a little get together at his estate next week”Tom then said, holding up a rectangular piece of tailored paper that was -from Todd’s angle – engraved with something. A hand-written invitation bythe look of it.”Yes” said Miss Laveau agreeably, “just a little party we’re having togive him an opportunity to meet and greet a few of the people of note intown.””And we’ve been invited!” chimed Tom, almost beaming at the mere thoughtof being a `person of note’ in Mr. Brooks’ eyes. Anya simply stood nextto her husband, a wide smile on her face that came nowhere near her eyeswhen settled on Todd.”Cool…” Todd said plainly. “Can’t wait…””Adult only Todd!” said Anya, her pronunciation of `Todd’ coming out as`Tood’. Todd sneered inside, but kept his gaze pleasant while on Adela.”Lame…”he said simply.”I’m sorry dear” Adela said warmly, a more than comforting smile aimeddirectly at Todd. “This party in particular I’m afraid is aimed at amore…adult audience. But, this is only one of several meetings we’ve gotplanned. Mr. Brooks intends to meet everyone in Coxville in due time. He’s a particular eye on the town’s youth. Always on the lookout for youngpotential.””You hear that Todd” said Tom. “Mr. Brooks is on the lookout for newtalent. Great opportunity for you if he notices you.””I’m sure Mr. Brooks will be delighted meeting you” Adela then said. For a split second Todd felt a little impressed with himself. He hadn’ttried hard, but apparently he’d left a good impression on the smoking hotassistant of the town’s new and insanely rich neighbor. The wind from theyoung man’s sails immediately left him however when Adela added -“Delighted meeting all of you…” And if Todd noticed Miss Laveau’s gazesettle on Anya’s for perhaps a moment longer than what would have beendeemed polite, he didn’t say as such.Adela then straightened herself and headed past Todd out from thethreshold of the White home. As she stepped past Todd, he caught theslightest scent of her from a faint idle breeze on the coming night air. An intoxicating aroma of light perfume that Todd – for the death of him -couldn’t place, but found himself uncontrollably attracted to. He felt thethreat of an erection tug at his underpants upon the simple grazing oftheir bodies as Miss Laveau’s shoulder brushed against his.”Well, I’d best be on my way. There’s still quite a few invitationsI’ve left to hand out before tomorrow.””You’re handing them out door to door?” asked Todd in a fleeting attemptto keep Miss Laveau around for just a bit longer.”Oh yes” replied Adela matter-of-factly. “Mr. Brooks wouldn’t have itany other way. He prefers interpersonal and…hands on approaches to thesekinds of matters.””I see” interjected Tom. “Man sounds efficient, gotta respect that. Does Mr. Brooks have any particular preference of wine Miss Laveau? Ifigure it would only be polite to bring something to the party.””Oh, please Mr. White” replied Adela, seeming almost charmed at thegesture. “Everything involving refreshments and entertainment has alreadybeen arranged. You just need to bring your handsome self, and ,of course,your lovely wife…Anya was it?”Tom’s and Anya’s faces both immediately flushed. Todd was three secondsaway from concluding Miss Laveau just had that effect on everyone she met.”Y-yes, Anya” confirmed the raven haired Russian. “And pleasure meetinkyou Miss Laveau”, the name ‘Laveau’ coming out as “Lu-vou””Great, can’t wait” added Tom.Todd hadn’t noticed, but the three of them had followed Adela all theway to her car. He wasn’t even sure if they were aware they’d been walkinguntil just then. The red afternoon sky had finally settled into a hazytwilight when the passenger door of the black car opened. So that was hercar, pondered Todd. Or, the car she was given to hand out Mr. Brook’sinvitations. Todd hadn’t noticed the huge bald headed black man at thewheel until Adela was sliding into the passenger side of the vehicle, herlong lean leg stretching out from the curb and settling herself inside. Todd suddenly felt a little embarrassed upon realizing he was most likelystaring at the driver like a goon during his earlier examination of theblack car.”Neither can I Mr. White…” Adela then said, her award winning smileframing her immaculate brown features.And without another word, the tinted black window slowly began to rollup, erasing Miss Laveau’s face in a span of inches before disappearingcompletely behind a sheet of impenetrable darkness. The car came to lifeand then began to roll down the street at an even pace to the next luckyhousehold, the noise of the engine secluded to only a moderate hum. Todd,Tom and Anya White waved at the charming Miss Laveau and the car as itfaded in the distance. Tom White beamed at the thought of being invited tothe party of Coxville’s newest and most wealthy citizen. Todd silentlyrejoiced at the thought of masturbating to the beyond sexy Miss AdelaLaveau. And Anya…for reasons she didn’t even understand, fought downwhat must have been an odd sort of heat flash. A mysterious anticipatorytingle that echoed in her body and in her bones that seemed to grow insideher from the minute she’d gotten within a certain distance of the blackcar.And if the sensation bore a striking resemblance to the ones experiencedearlier that day by the other white beauties of Coxville County, well, AnyaWhite wouldn’t have had any real way of knowing.*********”Ohma GAWD Mr. White!” Adela moaned in her silky tinted voice. “Who’dathought you were hiding such a big white cock from me!”Todd lay flat on his back, arms folded behind his head comfortably, aconfident smile framing his lips as he appraised his sexy black bitch’sefforts.”You can call me Todd”, he replied. “As long as you keep up that paceand get all of my cock into that hot chocolate pussy of yours…”Miss Laveau rocked herself harder on top of his cock. She’d shake hisbed from side to side, forwards and backwards, all the while bouncing herbeautiful round rump on top his vanilla meat. Things often came to a headwhenever Todd would say,”Todd!” came Adela’s voice.”You can do better than that Miss Laveau” he replied, just before usinghis hand to pull Adela all the way down onto the remaining few inches ofhis hard unit.”OH MY GOD, SO BIG!!” she’d bellow aloud, just before shaking herselfinto what appeared to be a crippling orgasm.This in turn would trigger Todd to near a climax as well with eachthrust.”OH TODD, TODD, TOOOODD!”Mere moments before Todd could reach his own happy ending however, hisclimax was halted by the odd change that had occurred in Adela’s voice. Itwas no longer the sultry croon of her New Orleans accent, but the foreignbelt of a thick Russian one. Coming from his brown skinned goddess, thevoice didn’t sound right at all. It threw off his rhythm, and causedTodd’s penis – a normal six inches in reality – to immediately soften inhis hand.”Todd! Won’t ask again, up!” Yelled Anya from downstairs.The baying lilt of Anya’s voice came from outside his room, her accentturning his name into a long winded “Toood”. “Todd, wake up! You will belate for schoolink again!”Todd White lay in bed, his eyes half crusted over with the remnants ofhis sleep. Anya wouldn’t have had any way of knowing the young man hadalready been awake for the last ten minutes. His left hand buriedunderneath his covers, tugging fiercely at the rock hard erection thatslightly teepeed his comforter. This had been about the sixth time thatmorning Todd had had a go at himself. From one AM the previous night, ToddWhite had been pleasuring himself at wavering intervals. Waking uprandomly with thoughts of the simply delicious Miss Adela Laveau dancingabout in his mind.He’d stroke himself hardily to mental images of miss Laveau’s big roundchocolate tits bouncing in front of his face. Motion captures of hershapely brown hips thrusting and gyrating on top of his hard — `foot long’– cock.Todd would stroke himself harder to the image of her bending over, herlong lithe legs stretching and pulling with each pump he’d give her. He’dbeen at this non-stopped for more than a week now, and the visual stillhadn’t failed to make him nut. Provided Todd’s royal bitch of a stepmotherdidn’t set a flame to whole fantasy with her constant yelling.”Fuck!” cursed Todd, his fantasy dashed.In that place between his dreams and in the confines of his warm bed,Todd White reigned as a sexual tyrannosaurus. In his fantasies he was aman who women begged to please with every hole they had to offer. In hisfantasies he had a cock the size of a Pringles can that made even the blackguys on his football team green around the gills. And in his fantasies,making women tremble with thunderous toe-curling orgasms came as easy asbreathing. And Anya, his nominal stepmother, had decimated his kingdomwith but the mere shrill of her voice. Todd was fully awake now, back inthe real world where he was bitter, bitchless and going to bat with nothingremotely close to the amount of wood he had had been making Miss Laveauslide up and down on in his mind.”Fuck!” Todd repeated, pulling himself out of bed and staggering abouthis room in search of clothes to wear.Ten minutes later, Todd had – somehow – fumbled into a pair of cleanblue jeans and a fresh maroon colored t-shirt, close to the shade of histeam colors. Todd went about fixing his hair, brushing his teeth andappraising himself in the mirror. For what it was worth, he was quiteimpressed with what he saw. Young, handsome, physically in the prime ofhis youth. He forced a smile and made his way downstairs, his backpackd****d over one shoulder. The smile melted away upon catching glimpse ofhis stepmother in the kitchen.”Todd, I told you to settink alarm last night. I tired of wakink youevery mornink.”No `good morning Todd’, no `I made you breakfast sweetheart’, nothingeven close to what a mother, a real mother, would say to her son firstthing in the morning. No, with Anya, it was always bitching. Everymorning began with some new complaint or half-hearted order from her. Toddsneered as he walked passed her, her taut body concealed in her thinlylayered silk morning robe. Todd hated Anya, but god did he love her body.Even when covered, his Russian step-mother’s physique oozed sexuality. Women in Coxville were world renowned for their beauty, taut healthybodies, and – most famous – their incredible breasts. Anya hit the mark inall three departments, even despite being a foreigner. She fit right intothe fold in way of looks among the females in Coxville. Her dark almondeyes only made the point hit that much harder between his legs.The only thing that perhaps set her apart from any of the other women intown was that accent of hers. Todd understood what she was saying moreoften than not. But sometimes, during particularly annoying reprimands,Todd couldn’t resist entertaining the desire to appease his inner redneckand tell the twenty-something mail order bride, at the top of his lungs”THIS IS A’MERICA, SPEAK A’MERICAN BITCH!” He never did say that outrightthough. Todd was still coming to grips with the idea that – technically -this woman was supposed to be acting as his mother. It was hard takingsomeone so sexy that seriously though, especially when you heard hermoaning and groaning from your dad porking her every other night. WheneverAnya went and got all fired over something Todd did (or didn’t) do, hecould never bring himself to really pay attention, as he would be toooccupied watching her pert tits heave and bounce with her winded rants.”Yeah yeah” replied Todd bluntly. “Relax, I just forgot.””No forget” Anya shot back. “You forget last week already, and weekbefore. You just not listenink.”Todd passed her, not stirring so much as an eyebrow at the accusation,and made a big show of paying the open refrigerator more attention thanher.”See, you’re doink it right now Todd. Purposely ignorink me! Yourfather -“”My father! Todd interrupted flatly, not even bothering to turn hishead to the dark haired woman. “Believe it or not, makes a pretty regularhabit of not `listenink’ to you whenever you start complaining over stupidstuff too.” And the only time he does listen is when he wants to getbetween your legs, he added silently. It’s just something us Americans dowhen we start hearing crap we don’t like. It goes with the territory ofsleeping in and being awesome at sports. You’ll get used to it.””Complain? Anya replied, disgust and all the signs of being taken abackheld in her voice. “Complain?! Anya does not complain. I orderink! Yousettink alarm every day from now on, without my wakink you. AND -“Anyaadded with an exclamatory finger raised, “you’re cleanink out attic, likeyour father tell you to three week ago!””What?!? Todd exclaimed, closing the refrigerator with an audible slamand coming away with a carton of milk.”Bozhe moi ” replied Anya in a frustrated sigh. English wasn’t too hardfor the Russian beauty to speak, but whenever excited or worked into aflustered state, she tended to revert back to her native dialect. Isay–“.”I heard what you said” Todd cut off, rather rudely. “And I’m gonna askyou the same thing I asked my old man, why the hell do I have to clean outHIS attic? It just has a bunch of HIS old stuff, and YOUR old crap fromRussia?””Crap?” Anya said in a lower snarl, one of her hands actually showingthe makings of a fist. If Todd didn’t know any better, he’d have sworn shewas getting ready to deck him one. “Crap?! Anya’s beloninks not CRAP! They are Anya’s personal keepsakes from Russia!””All the more reason for you to go in there and organize them yourself,don’t ya think?” Replied Todd with a cutting smirk and a long swig out ofthe carton of milk. More than anything, he’d done it because he knew AnyaHATED when people drank straight out of the carton.”Is not point Todd. Your father told you to be doink it, not ANYA, you!Instead of complain, why not simply do what you are told?””Why? Because it’s not my crap. And instead of complaining, I maintaina simple policy; Not my `crap’, not my problem” he replied defiantly.Anya’s face turned a deeper shade of red in response. Todd, herarrogant and spoiled little prick of stepson, was in rare form thismorning.”ARGH, you either clean, or your father make you clean.””Oh, so you’re gonna try to narc on me now?””No narkink, but I will tell Tom, who will MAKE you clean.”Anya didn’t know that the phrase `narc’ meant just that. But ratherthan explain, Todd simply chose to take one more giant swig out of the milkcarton, set it down hard onto the island table in the kitchen, grabbed hisbackpack, and exited the room with a finalizing,”Whatever!”Todd could practically feel the heat burning into his back from Anya’sdoubtless glare of hate, and couldn’t fight off the smallest urge to smileat himself as he exited through the front door and left the house forschool. This chalked as a genuine – if small – victory against his Russianbitch of a stepmother. She doubtless would run to his dad and demand hehave her back, which Tom most likely would if Anya teased the idea ofrevoking all privileges to her body. Todd would worry about it later. Whatever, he repeated to himself, just before replacing the thought of Anyayelling at him, with a mental picture of her AND Miss Laveau sharing bothends of his `white twelve inch cock’ with both of their full lipped mouths….Anya White went about cleaning the kitchen wearing a rosy red face ofnear rage. She scrubbed at the small pile of white dishes with theferocity of someone who seemed more likely to break them than get themclean. The intensity of her scrubbing was so fierce it caused her pertround bubble butt to giggle cutely in a small rhythm as result. If it wasone thing the dark haired Russian hated, it was being dismissed. Heringrate of a stepson Todd had done so BIG TIME this morning. Storming off,mocking her authority, defiant in every way possible. But despite even herfrustration towards the boy, a part of her didn’t hold him entirely toblame for his behavior. Anya’s husband, Tom, had a very similar habit ofwalking off haughtily after brushing off what she had to say. The son hadseen the father treat her as such on numerous occasions, and – like mostyoung men – taken to mimicking the elder male’s traits. Both the White menin her home just had to have the last word on everything, even if they weredead wrong in the matter.Anya eventually (through some miracle) managed to finish the disheswithout reducing any to broken shards. She went about picking up theabandoned carton of milk Todd had left on the small island table in thecenter of the kitchen, shaking it lightly in her hand and hearing the minordregs slosh about inside before throwing the article away. Thereafter sheproceeded doing her daily chores around the house. Anya’s natural alarmclock usually found her waking up at just after dawn. It was a point ofevidence to show that Anya – even despite having long left her small nativetown in Russia – was still an early riser. A `doch iz Cherniderivo’ tothis day, she thought, an inside joke that translated to `daughter ofCherniderivo’. Cherniderivo was the name of Anya’s home town.Cherniderivo was a small (emphasis on small) farming community locatedin the rural lands of Eastern Europe. More secluded and far situatedcompared to even the scarce arctic denizens of Verkhoyansk of the SakhaRepublic, Cherniderivo maintained a population no larger than 1200 people.Anya had figured the population size hadn’t changed much since herdeparture to America several years ago. A `daughter of Cherniderivo’ wasthe endearing nickname given to most of the young women in her town. Fromearly on in her youth, Anya, along with her two sisters – Katerina herelder, and Sonya, her younger – had loved being called as such by theirtown’s elder women, or (the slightly less formal term) `babushkas’.As Anya went about cleaning the White home with a mix of speed and analmost supernatural efficiency, she drifted back on her life before movingto this hot southern town. She recalled waking up with the first glimmersof the sunrise to help her sisters tend the `kopobas’ . Feeding them,tending their barn and so forth. It was a grueling process, but one thatAnya reveled in doing in youth before going off to school. Recalling thatand then comparing her morning routine to Todd’s only reaffirmed her stouthatred of the boy.”Get used to it! sleepkink in! Anya grumbled to herself out loud whilescrubbing at the bits of grit and remnants of food that had been burnedinto the stove by Todd the previous day. “When I his age, I not even haveluxury of sleepink in. Not even know what `sleepink in’ meant” shemurmured to the ether. Her ungrateful, rude little prick of a stepsonacted like the request of waking himself up at a decent hour was demandinghe cross the Alps bare-assed. It was purely appalling how spoiled the boywas. American c***dren had proven to be every bit as spoiled and bratty asthe babushkas back home had warned her they’d be. Their puffed uparrogance and whiny complaints towards anything resembling hard work, itwas enough to make Anya ill.She cleaned the kitchen, living room, bathroom and her bedroom to thepoint of spotless. Anya had made it a personal creed within the first fewweeks of living with Todd to never clean his room. She completed all thiswithin just about an hour, leaving neither grit nor speck of dust in herplush home. As a housewife it came with the territory, and Anya was anatural when it came to efficiency.When she was done, she went upstairs to her bedroom and stripped out ofher silk morning robe. Now, when Anya White – formerly Anya Cherninov -first arrived in Coxville, it daunted many of the native folk when Tomfirst introduced her. Though carrying a definite air of elsewhere Europeanorigin that made her stand out, while looking at the curvy and very muchwell-endowed Russian – ex-model Tom would beamingly add – one would neverhave guessed the woman was an outsider. Certainly women of beauty, grace,elegance and mesmerizing physical prowess could be found in just about anypart of the modern world, but Anya’s smooth surprisingly and surprisinglymid-tanned skin, statuesque slim body frame, simply luscious curvy hips,immaculately toned legs, flawless round bubble butt, gorgeous facialfeatures AND (last but definitely not least) symmetrically perfect round Esized breasts made it hard to tell Anya was grown anywhere BUT Coxvillecounty.Tom’s female friends beamed at her beauty, cooing with kindly phraseslike,”Oh my good lord Tom! Now if she ain’t just an angel straight fromheaven, I don’t know what is!” and “You’re gonna fit right in round theseparts sugar, I guarantee you that! We’ll have you speakin the language inno time flat.” All the while placing their hands appraisingly on hershoulders and gently touching the cheeks of her face adoringly.Tom’s male friends went about welcoming the woman with their own joviallines of,”Now if at any point you get tired of dealin with this old bum Tom here,you feel free to give me a call, alright hon?”, and usually came with anaccompanying wink and a (perhaps more than friendly) hand on the shoulder.”Sorry there Buddy”, Tom would say in response, cutting in and wrappinghis arms around Anya’s slim waist from behind, “This girl will be way tootaken care of to even give a joker like you a second thought.”They’d all laugh, and by the look of them one would never even know Anyawasn’t from their small little nook town in the south.Naked, Anya was every bit a Coxville beauty as its own female nativeswere. Her body was a shapely flawless temple that would likely drive afair number of men in town in orgasm by just being in front of her bareform, and – perhaps – adding a seductive line of < wanna fuck? > in hernative tongue. Her long inky black hair pooled to her back as she shed herrobe, and wafted lightly as she slid on a white tight fitting sports braand a matching pair of yoga pants.This was the part of the morning that Anya lived for. Her ownefficiency in housekeeping, along with her habit of rising early each daygave her a huge expanse of free time during the day. During that time,Anya would put in work on maintaining her devastatingly sexy figure. Jogging typically proved enough to keep the Russian beauty in shape, ascardio came standard with most endeavors back home in Cherniderivo, and hadkept her lean most of her life. When her spirit wasn’t in the jogging sortof mood (or simply not up to being ogled by the local men folk in theneighborhood) she’d stay in and engage in a relaxing, though rigorous,morning yoga workout. Grabbing her purple yoga mat, Anya would head backdownstairs to the spacious and brightly sunlit living room.There she would engage in a wide variety of long stretching poses. Herarms lengthened out before her whilst standing with her body angled in awarrior’s pose. Her left and right legs stretched wide in the air whilstbalancing herself on the balls and arches of her feet. Anya bent on allfours in the table, cat, cow and sunbird poses respectively.Anya rather enjoyed going through these particular motions. She’dnoticed in the past the effect her pert round ass and cleavage of her largebeautiful breasts had on others when she was involved with a group of yogapractioners at the local Olympian gym, and – while not openly accepting ofthe attention – enjoyed seeing the jaws of onlookers drop at her perfectform. Anya sometimes went to the Olympian with her good friend SammySpitzmen, who was a certified health nut by Anya’s decree (along witheveryone else who knew the lively red head). Sammy had tried on severaloccasions to get Anya to join her in her intense physical workouts, butAnya – forgoing the threat of being called dainty by the energetic ginger -declined, choosing instead the peaceful but trying endeavors of stretchingand contorting her body. The dark haired beauty turned out to be a naturalat the art. The instructor of the class had to give her only minimalinstruction after only her second session, and Anya herself soon discoveredthat she was naturally very flexible.Before she knew it, she was taking on advanced positions and poses asthough it were light work. Both her legs spread wide in the splits of aseated angle pose, her flexibility allowing her stomach could touch the matin front of her. It was ability that the male members in her class werevery much enamored and appreciative of and the less astute women inclass…well…not so much.Anya breathed in an out as she shaped her body into the caterpillarpose; a position of her lying face down, with her ass curled up as high aspossible towards the sky. She breathed in when stretching her body outinto a long lithe curve in the cobra shape; where her lower body was strewnstraight while her upper body was tilted upwards, her bountiful chest beingpressed together hard between her evenly placed arms. And she breathed outwhile holding a long stance of – her class’s favorite – downward dog. Anyaloved yoga, the feeling of her muscles being stretched and tightened wasbliss to her body. She went about this and an array of other poses untilshe’d built up a good sweat. When she finally finished about an hour or solater, she strode back upstairs with her mat, stripped out of her pants andnow damp sports bra, and hopped into her large bathtub for a long luxuriousshower.The hot beads of water beat of her taut mid-tanned skin. She lavishedin the heat and steam, all but forgetting the day’s earlier unpleasantnesswith her creep of a stepson. As warm water trailed down her skin, bits ofwater hitting and teasing her tightly budded pink nipples, Anya couldn’tshake the feeling of being incredibly horny. I should have fucked Tom thismorning, she thought. Anya and her husband Tom had sex on a fairly regularbasis. More often than not she would awaken her brown haired hubby with asultry bit of `come hither’ talk in Russian. she would say, < Good morningdear husband >, < Rise and Shine > she’d tease into his ear. < Uh oh! Well, it looks like a part of you is wide awake > she’d coo, gently pullingat the throbbing meat of the man’s morning wood underneath the covers.She’d then climb atop her husband, and go about riding him with a skillthat seemed almost superhuman at times. Cherniderivo had a stronghorseback riding culture. One that Anya had taken part in since she was alittle girl, and was still putting to good use as a married woman oftwenty-seven years old. It never took long for Tom to cum. A few quickpumps and a couple hard grinding motions from the sexy Russian vixen, andTom would squirm underneath her in a throaty moan of pleasure. He’d spasm,and she’d feel the few sparse drops of semen into her, and then she’d feelthe five hard inches of his erection soften and subside from her hotinsides.It never came close to getting Anya off physically, but the idea ofknowing she had her man wrapped around her finger in the bedroom filled hera significant degree of confidence. < Well, it feels like you enjoyed that> she’d always say after ending him, and then rolling off her husband tostart the day. Anya herself would never come until sometime after. They’dskipped this early morning romp this morning, and it left Anya feeling justa bit ill at ease. Like she had let something in her morning routineunfinished. Afterwards she had completed her yoga session and made herselfgood and sweaty.Sliding two fingers into her smooth hairless pussy, Anya went to work onherself in the shower. She silently rubbed and prodded herself, herbathroom and bedroom door wide open. Noone was home, Tom and Todd would begone for hours, so she was free to enjoy this small bit of exposure. Now,Anya might have been perceived as a bit odd from her fellow Coxvillianwomen for this next fact. But when Anya masturbated, it was never to thethought of other people. Conversation with her friends Jenny, Ivana, Sammyand – hell – even Bianca had proven to the dark Russian that typicallywomen had images of fanaticized partners. She recalled Sammy confessing toinappropriate fantasies about a certain young male pop singer,”If that boy were a few years older…hmmmhm!” she giggle.Anya recalled her other girlfriend Ivana Swallows confessing to having anumber of imaginary trysts with a particular handsome actor. She couldn’trecall the name, Bradly -something-or-other. Even Anya’s closest friendBianca had cited as such in a murmured tone. Anya however stood aside fromthis practice. She instead fanaticized about her yoga sessions. She’drecall the feeling of her muscles being stretched and pulled passed normalin the caterpillar position. She’d pause on the feeling and sensations ofbeing bent over, and tease herself with the desire to be manhandled by…noone with any distinguishing features. The self-image of Anya in downwarddog had always filled her with a near ravenous desire to be filled up.In the confines of her dreams and fantasies, she’d be naked on her yogamat, in any number of the more…suggestive yoga positions. She’d executethe poses in waiting for…something…someone to take her. Her tautbubble butt propped up high into the air in anticipation to be entered, tobe filled up…what was the expression she’d heard? Filled up…ballsdeep? The phrase made her moist as she slid her fingers deeper intoherself. Her fantasies had no active figure, no sexual archetype for her tocoast to an orgasm…not until recently that is. Recently, Anya suddenlyfound her once vacant wet-dreams to be a bit more populated. When shefantacized about being naked in the catapillar position now, her desire tobe filled up were more than answered. A nameless, faceless figure – mostdefinitely a man – would then enter.He’d grab both sides of her hips with two huge strong hands, and holdher in place as he slid the fat head of what had to have been the hugestpenis Anya could ever conceive existed on a man. The fantasy wouldcontinue with the anonymous stranger pushing an incredible number of fatveiny inches into her, her face strained and panting from the trial whileshe moaned and writhed uncontrollably in Russian, < IT'S SOOO GOOD! IT'SGOING SOOOO DEEP! > And the man — no distinguishing characteristics atall to be seen of him in the darkness — would reply (in Russian) < Ballsand all my dear, balls and ALL! > as he shoved the remainder of hisinhumanly hung monster cock into her begging wet snatch.That caused Anya to squeal on her feet in the shower, as a cascade ofpleasure fell over her as though mixed with the hot water. Her legsquivered so hard she had to hold herself up using one of the rails of theshower’s interior. For a full two minutes Anya stood shaking, rocked byher own fingers and the memory of her anonymous shaded lover. When shefinally calmed down, she exhaled deeply,”Bozhe moi!” she sighed.Anya would have the intense encounter in her mind for some time aftershe’d finish showering. Easily it was the most intense one she’d had yet.She’d noticed they’d been getting progressively more and more pleasurablein recent days, but…that had to have been the greatest one yet! Anyadried herself off slowly in the bathroom, almost in a trance at what hadtranspired. The greatest orgasm she’d had in…well…ever…and shedidn’t even have a face to reference the triumph to. All Anya had to hername in recollection of the otherworldly affair…was the large mass ofpitch black shadow making up her lover’s strong mysterious and almostsupernaturally perfect form, and the intense satisfaction of her namelesslover’s massive phantasmal cock venturing deep (balls deep) into her……”So, how bangin we talkin?” This was the question Stubby – a short,squat and very muscular young black man – asked while slightly hoveringover his friend and football mate LD on the bench press plank.”BANGIN!” LD grunted, loud and terse in reply. LD’s arms went up withthe weighted bar of 120 plus pounds attached. His reply came as a roughexhale, his nostrils flaring, while he lifted the bar high above his chest,with Stubby spotting him just above. LD was basically the polar physicalopposite of Stubby. At well over six feet tall, his limbs and torso longand lined with nothing but lean muscle, the pair looked almost comical asthey went about lifting weights in the Coxville high gym, the short baldnegro spotting the taller one. One looking like he’d been stretchedlengthwise at birth, and the other looking he’d been compressed inopposition of the former.”Well how bangin is bangin nigga? Don’t leave a brutha in suspense,shit.” Stubby was (still) prodding LD for details. Asking questions aboutwhat he’d seen the previous evening. Stubby was LD’s boy, no doubt aboutthat…but whenever he got to asking questions, wanting play-by-playdetails of any account or story, LD could never ignore the base urge tojust sock him dead center on his shiny bald head with everything he had.LD (Leroy being his birth name, the initials for his nickname Long Dong)barked in annoyance as he let the heavy bar fall close to his chest, andgrunted hard as he lifted it up again. He’d been so caught up in trying toward off Stubby’s barrage of stupid questions with short breaths foranswers that he’d forgotten what number rep he was on. Letting the barsettle back onto the weight guard with a loud metallic clank LD sighed androse from the bench in a frustrated huff, marking the action with,”Damn nigga! You oughtta be a cop wit tha way you grill mu’phuckas. Ifu’got what number I was fuckin on tryin to talk to yo gossipin ass!””My bad b*o” replied Stubby smoothly, turning on his joker’s charm tosettle the taller – often irritable looking – negro. “But damn, you can’tjus sit up der and tell a nigga someum like dat and then clam up an shit.Dat’s just fucked up.”LD wiped at the shiny beads of sweat that had formed on his brow andforehead. The two young men had been making a habit of going as hard aspossible during their gym period. To give Stubby an answer, LD repliedwith,”Kerry Washington’s face, Haley Berry’s hair, Megan Good’s dick suckinlips, Mel B’s frame and Bubble’s ass my nigga. THAT kinda bangin!” LDenumerated without a break or single stutter in speech.”Damn…” replied Stubby, impressed and taken aback by the answer.”Yeah, damn is right.””And she was leavin tha twerp’s crib?” The `twerp’ that Stubby spoke of,was none other than Coxville High’s own shrimp, Melvin.Melvin lived next door to LD, and they had been neighbors sincec***dhood. In a strange silent way, the two boys were close. If asked byanyone, both youths would cite each other as being the furthest thing frombest buddies. LD’s well known status as a ball player and Melvin’s as ahardcore book nerd wouldn’t allow such a friendship in the eyes of theirpeers. But – unlike most of the jocks in school who heckled and terrorizedthe nerd – LD would make it a point to give the little nigga an idle nodevery now and again when passing one another in the hallways. More thanonce LD had saved the much shorter, much skinnier youth from being dunkedheadfirst into one of the toilet bowls. LD didn’t have much (really ANY)love for science and English. He didn’t have much respect for anything notinvolving sports, weed and bitches (of course) for that matter. However hedid have a kind of quiet respect for Melvin’s intellect. He knew thatMelvin would eventually go on to do amazing things if given theopportunity. That and (perhaps), a mutual understanding in having absenteefathers.Leroy Senior, a man of rather notable infamy in the town of Coxville,had bailed on LD when he was very young, leaving him to be raised by hisless than amiable alcoholic mother. LD had plans of tracking down themothafucker one day. Not to challenge him to a fist fight, but to beat himat his own game in the porn business, which is what (last he’d heard andseen) his father was into (DEEP) these days. Melvin had been in a muchsimilar position, though there was no word or knowledge on who his fatherwas at all. That fact, in its own way, bonded the two youths. And whileLD was more often than not perceived as the tall giant with the menacingdisposition by his mates, he never exercised his intimidating presenceagainst the little brown bookworm….The previous evening, as LD had recounted to Stubby, he’d seen a womanexiting Melvin’s home as he returned from football practice. The sessionhad been exhausting; Coach Black had been in rare form that day with therelentlessness of his drills. LD’s feet d**g on the grass as though theywere made of cement as he crossed his almost tragically unkempt lawn. Exhaustion aside, that hadn’t kept him from texting his (current) mainbitch, Susan Dupree. LD’s mom wouldn’t be home for hours (likely outdrinking and slutting around the Westside) and he was planning on havingSusan roll by that night for a much needed `pick-me-up’ fuck after a longday of practice. Susan tried to act snotty about it at first, terselytelling him No! That she had tons of material to study for AP tests, notto mention cheer practice, and all the while lacing her rejections withracial epithets to offend him into stop asking.It had the opposite effect on the tall negro of course. He absolutelyLOVED it when Susan said dirty racist shit like that. The sexy brownhaired white girl, with her bookish round rimmed glasses and prim exterior,certainly had a mouth on her. It made the act of punishing her tight whiteass and hot pink pussy all the more invigorating in his eyes. And got DAMNif that girl couldn’t go hard on some nigger dick. The girl sucked andfucked like she had something to prove, and had a tight tanned body thatwas more than built for the task. Eventually, Susan caved, unable to staveoff LD’s advances any longer. She’d be over later, and LD would put thatass, pussy and dirty mouth of hers through the ringer.As he walked, his anticipatory joy was interrupted when he saw awoman…no…a bona fide goddess, a nubian sex fantasy made flesh, steppingout onto Melvin’s front porch. From the illuminated porch light, LD got agood look at her. Even LD’s breakdown to Stubby hadn’t quite done thebrown skinned beauty justice in description. Flawless skin, a super tautwaist, big ol’ round breasts that’d make a nigga beg for just one taste,and a bubble ass and set of thick thighs and toned legs that simplycouldn’t fail to make a man cum under any circumstances.Melvin and his short round faced mother soon exited behind the gorgeouscinnamon honey. She was dressed in a fancy and very professional lookingskirt, blouse and heels…and STILL somehow made it look pinup worthy. LDcouldn’t quite make out the conversation, for he was too far away from themand too near his own porch. The tone seemed jovial however. Happy and -actually – pretty excited from the ecstatic smile Melvin was giving thewoman. Granted, Melvin smiled that same dopey smile whenever ANY womanaside from his mama was talking to him. Those squinty eyes that sat behindhis dorky thick ass glasses, and that odd curl of his big black lips toreveal his teeth, made him look like a gecko trying to cheese for a camerashot. His haircut reminding him of that one black super-nerd from that oneblack TV sitcom LD had always hated.Melvin’s mom just stood there and smiled brightly at her son, who heldin his hand some kind of…envelope, a letter of some kind by the look ofit. LD wasn’t far enough way to not be able to make out the dark waxenseal on the side of letter.The tall negro slowed his pace to a snail’s crawl, and stilled so thathe might make out what was being said amongst the trio. Faking a show oflooking for keys and making them seem misplaced. He only heard bits andpieces.”So delighted…” said Melvin’s mother in her rich and pleasant voice.”Honored” squeaked Melvin.”Oh, the honor is all ours” Said the sexy sista in a voice that made anigga’s nuts buzz. “Having you there is going to make it…”something…LD couldn’t quite make it out over the sound of a dog barkingin the distance. “I’m certain Mr.Broo–“LD couldn’t make out the namebecause of a passing car driving by, loud bass bumping a chorus refrain of,”YA CALL THE WRECKER!!” echoing from a nearby vehicle as it sped down thestreet.”Eight sharp” was all LD heard by the time the car drove out of earshot.”Looking forward to it!” Melvin said in his nasally scratch of voice.After that it was all handshakes and – no – a handshake and a hug? Thefine ass sista actually leaned in and hugged the little twerp. She pulledMelvin to her and wrapped an arm around him. She even made that littlemotion women make when hugging someone they’re fond of; the one that alwaysreminded LD of some kind of bird, where the woman cocks one leg up behindthem and arches her back and shit. The sight was bizarre. It was madeeven stranger by the outburst of laughter (if you could call it that) thatcame from the thick-spectacled little dweeb. That nasally, wheezy littlelaugh of his; he he he he! The one that always grated everybody’s nervesand made the fish stop swimming.After that it was just a cordial exchange of goodbyes, and Melvin andhis mom went back into their house. LD was left outside, with the hottiewalking off in the opposite direction towards – what LD hadn’t even noticeduntil that point – the black car that was sitting on the sidewalk in frontof the twerp’s house. LD hadn’t even seen it until he caught the motion ofits passenger door swing open. The vehicle almost blended into the nightas though it were camouflaged it was so black. LD couldn’t make out anyoneelse in the car, because the windows were tinted. He knew someone elsemust have been sitting in the car however, because the door had swung openfrom the inside. And, on a very strange unspoken level…he somehow knewthat the person/s inside the car saw him…and were currently watchinghim…The fuck is goin on, thought LD. It was almost eerie when, at thatmoment, the woman looked his way. If LD hadn’t known any better, he’d havesworn the black beauty had somehow…what, heard his thoughts? ESP styleor some shit. It didn’t unsettle him as much when – before sliding herstunning body into the black car – the woman looked LD dead in the eyes,and from far away shot him the brightest and (perhaps) just a bitmischievous smiles the tall negro had ever seen. It immediately sent ashock up his spine, and instantly his cock started getting hard. He wascalled LD for a reason, and this stunning sista had made him grow a thirdleg with just a smile! Then, in what seemed like a strange secondstretched out to a lifetime, the black Sedan came to life in a subtle jerk,its front headlights popping into existence. The car then slowly pulledaway from the sidewalk, shifting onto the street and in the direction ofuptown – where all the crackers lived LD noted – likely off to continue thewoman, driver and any other mysterious passenger’s unknowable work. Themysterious woman would stay on LD’s mind for some time after. The hard-onshe’d left him with would get put to GOOD use on Susan Dupree (for hours)later that night……”Tha fuck outta here!” Stubby replied after LD had finished his story.”You shittin me.””Word is bond ma nigga, dats exactly how it went down.””So, this bomb ass bitch was at the twerp’s crib, handin him some kindof what…letter?”Invite maybe?” proposed LD.”That don’t make no sense.””Why not?””Why would that bitch give him a letter, if she coulda jus hit him up ontha phone and shit? Don’t dat strike you a kinda weird? Not to mentiondated? Who hand deliver’s letter like dat these days?”Yeah, but dats how I saw it man, swear to you. And she was all cozywit him and shit too, like she was congratulatin him or somethin.””If she as fine as you say she is, shit, I almost wanna congratulate thelittle nigga. Dat musta been the closest he got to a titty since his mommawas breast feedin him. Even if it is all bullshit.””It ain’t bullshit my dude” said LD,”Yeah…” replied Stubby, skepticism saturating his tone.”He’s not lying…” came a meeker voice from one of the far ends of thegym.Stubby and LD turned abruptly, somewhat startled at the new voiceinserting itself into the conversation. Their brief spike of tensionrelaxed the minute their eyes settled on the voice’s source.”Oh shit!” said Stubby in a sarcastically excited mock cheer, “White HotHands! didn’t see you there my dude!”White Hot Hands…that was the new nickname for Todd White this week,instead of Cap’n. It bit at him so hard he couldn’t even manage to finishthe rep he’d started with the dumb bell. He let it fall to the floor witha loud whack!”Fuck you Stubs!” replied Todd, standing to his feet and moving towardsthe pair (no real intention to fight either of them however). He’d gottenreal sick of the guys taunting him. The black players on the team had madethis routine, and worked everyone up into such a frenzy of insults that nowTodd was even getting shit from some of the white players who invariablyhad his back. This new joke on his name was the last straw. One pass, ONElousy pass and the team was running him into the ground over it. In Todd’smind he really knew it was more like two or three lousy passes, but hey,human was only human.”You that hard up and dry for sex nigga?” replied Stubby mockingly,”After what I heard bout Pam droppin tha bomb on yo ass by text, I guessyou would be up fo just bout anythin bout now, huh son? She gave you datDIGITAL curb kickin my dude!”Stubby then burst out into a loud obnoxious cackle, head thrown back andhands holding his bare ripped stomach. Todd’s teeth clenched along withhis fists.”Stubbs!” came the booming voice of LD next to him, and the squatnegro’s laughter immediately went silent. “Shut tha fuck up already, youmakin my eardrums ache, nigga!””Awww come on b*o” replied Stubby in the makings of a pout, “I jusplayin wit his soft ass.””Dats yo damn problem, you always playin and shit. S’why yo ass isalways bringin up ass on the field!”That wiped the smirk off Stubby’s face altogether.”Damn man…” replied Stubs, openly hurt at the attack but trying topress it down with his smooth facade. “Niggas wanna catch feelins fornothin in this mu’phucka…” he half murmured and only sort of whimpered tohimself as he walked off to the bench press plank, not asking anyone tospot him. “Thought dis was supposed to be a gym, but they ain’t NOtestosterone in SIGHT in this muphuck–“”Whatchu know bout old girl T?” asked LD.”Miss Laveau?”Damn, White Hot Hands knows her name? Thought LD, a smidge of jealousyprodding at his chest.”You mean aside from being the hottest black chick I’ve ever seen?”At this LD actually had to chuckle a bit. “You couldn’t even begin tohandle any of that brown sugar, par.””Maybe not…” replied Todd, “But for a piece of that I’d go downswingin.” Todd smirked back, remembering his fantasy of having Adela Laveauride his imaginary twelve inch cock like she wanted to break it off.LD laughed again, this time louder. He couldn’t say he liked Todd, norcould he say he even really respected him. That ‘all-American’ white boyswagger he always tried strutting about school and on the field made himsick. Crackers always trying to walk with swag like they own it, butalways looking to niggas low key to teach them what’s what. But he had toadmit, the newly appointed bench warmer was good for a laugh from time totime.”Yeah…now dey swappin giggles an shit…” grunted Stubs bitterly inthe background, lifting the weight with a concentrated grunt.”She was at my house just the other day. Gave my old man an invite tosome kind of fancy party.””Party?””Yeah man, some get together that’s supposed to happen at the end of theweek.””No shit? Where at?”That new guy’s place. You know, that rich guy…Brooks.”Brooks. That was the name the hottie – miss Laveau LD now knew -dropped at Melvin’s house.”You said that Miss Laveau invited Melvin?” asked Todd.”Yeah…” LD said, curious now as to who exactly this Brooks mothafuckerwas.”Weird…” Todd replied.”What’s weird?””Well…Miss Laveau said the party was only supposed to be for adults.At least, that was what my cunt stepmom said…””How is yo fine ass stepmama’s cunt doin these days T?” jeered Stubbyfrom the background, lowering the bar down to his tight chiseled chest. “Pa-pa STILL ain’t hittin that shit right, huh? Send her my way, I’ll sortthat pussy waaay ou-“”Stubs!” LD called out, warning the short negro to pipe down withouteven looking at him. Stubs immediately went back to his reps in silence.”Anyway, Miss Laveau said it too. That the party was supposed to be foradults only.”It only sort of left LD confused. Melvin, though a dork and totallyimmune to anything even remotely involving cool, was rather mature for hisage. Socially awkward, with bitches being his prime fear…but mature.”Sounds it was just some kind of boring meet and greet for all the richand important folks in town. My dad and that bitch are going. I justthink it’s kinda weird they’d invite Melvin.””Why’s dat?” LD, the tone of his voice suddenly soundingconfrontational. “A nigga ain’t good enough to be in the same room wit youboushie crackas?””I didn’t say that…” replied Todd, not out loud at least, he thought.”The twerp probably got a pass for being all brainy and shit. Littlenigga aces AP classes easier than it is for Stubs to get mu’phucka’snerves.””Fuck you nigga!” grunted Stubby in the background.Just then the conversation was broken yet again by the sound of anotherloud CLACK sound. An incredibly heavy weight had been dropped on theopposite end of the gym.”What cha’ll females cluckin bout?” The deep bass voice of Deon came uplike a clap of thunder in the room.The hulkish dark skinned brutha came from behind a small set of weightlifting equipment. Deon was taller than Stubbs, but significantly shorterthan LD, making him about Todd’s height. The comparison between Todd andDeon however ended there. Deon had short black hair and a very wide deepbrown frame. Previously Deon had been the fattest guy on the team, a factthat Coach Black continuously hazed the boy on. It got so bad — Black’santagonizing so blunt and harsh — that Deon took to the gym and footballtraining harder than almost all the others these days. Where before Deonhad a large round gut, chubby cheeks and big undefined thighs, he nowsported; a slightly smaller and trimmed gut, a less round face – his cheekbones now more apparent than before – and arms and shoulders that shouldhave been attached to a giant. His biceps were huge and well defined, andhis chest had turned from the soft mass of man-boobs to the hard slopes ofpecks. The negro’s transformation had been shocking. LD – who didn’t seemfazed by anything behind his dark sunglasses – even had to do a doubletake. Deon, slowly but surely, was turning into a b**st!”Yo, Dough Boy!” Called Stubby, not so quick to drop the insulting termsused on his teammate as he set the weight back on the bench press guard.Deon just glared at him as he approached. Jesus, why are all niggers sodamn big, thought Todd, just now taking in the fact he was now surroundedby three, (count em’) THREE buff black guys! One way taller than him,another almost twice his size, and the one that was actually shorter thanhim almost entirely being comprised of muscle. That alone considered, hedidn’t want to look them in the eye anymore, but all the same he didn’twant to point his head down, out of fear of catching sight of…otherthings…that the three negroes had on them.”Fuck you Stubbs…” Said Deon plainly. “Ya’ll talkin bout thatmu’phucka Brooks?””Yeah” said Todd, after clearing his throat and pressing down whatevernervousness sat in it.”Whatchu know about him D?” asked LD.”Not a whole lot…side from the fact the niggas loaded, AND a totalsellout…”*****In the early afternoon hours, Anya White was on both knees in a dimcorner of her houses’ cluttered attic. A strain of annoyance and effortwas slashed across the edges of her mouth as she pulled, plucked and tuggedand tilted at the large brown cardboard box that sat in front of her. Dustsat on almost every surface, and particles of it could be seen in the raysof sunlight that shot in from the triangular window positioned on themiddle wall of the gable. Once again that day, she was annoyed by her bratof a step-son Todd. Wearing a simple pair of tight fitting blue jeans anda plain black t shirt – both of which still somehow managed to give Anya’scurves and large round breasts a seductive amount of display from theirtight fit — she went about tearing and pulling at the thick strips of tapethat kept the battered and hard used box sealed.Her eyes furrowed with effort as she carefully tried peeling aparticularly stubborn edge of tape on the box, wanting to pry the solidside open without tearing the actual cardboard. Anya had no clue what wasinside, and didn’t want to risk damaging anything. It was a total pain inAnya’s ass having to do this. It had taken her the better part thirtyminutes just navigating through the mass of compounded disorder just tofind the one box she’d been looking for.It was only through the distinguishing note of < For Anya, Do Not Touch!> written in bold red marker and scrawled along the box’s side in Russianthat she was even able to find it. It was nestled between an older lookingbox of photos and clothes that Tom had hastily thrown in some time before.Todd was the one who was supposed to have been up here, navigating throughand organizing the seemingly endless array of s**ttered items and cobwebcovered boxes that made up the wide upper space. It was supposed to havebeen his job to find the box she was now sitting on her knees before, andthereafter he was instructed to bring it to her. In his defiance he’dmanaged to worm his way out of doing this chore on more than severaloccasions, the reason always falling to one prior engagement or another. Anya hated dust, and hated having to sneeze and trudge her way through iton account of her step-son even more.Her slim and delicate fingers yanked at the thick strips of tape, longcoiling noises and sounds of tearing cardboard echoed in the dry dustyspace as she pulled and tilted at the piece.”< Pain in the ass... >” cursed Anya in Russian.The box itself had been closed and doubly sealed with extra tape inorder to survive Anya’s trip to the States. Anya hadn’t been the one topack or seal this item, and judging from its state it had been doublyreinforced on purpose rather than by sheer paranoia on the sealer’s part.It should be said again, Anya had never seen the contents of the box. Herreason for finding and opening it was lead more through curiosity thananything else. It had been sitting in the attic for months now, gatheringdust and remaining an extra unassuming piece of forgotten property in theWhite home. If it weren’t so difficult to unseal, the amount of tape thatkept the box closed would have comical. You’d think she was hiding familyjewels in this thing, Anya thought. Anya had received the box from hermother just moments before she had made her move to Coxville and her cozysuburban home. Anya’s mother – Katya Cherninov – had given the wide brownthing to her daughter in an almost hushed and underhanded manner as sheloaded her few belongings and single suitcase into the summoned taxi cab.Anya had been beaming with excitement that day. Oblivious then to howmuch of a defiant pest Todd – her then soon-to-be stepson – was, and havingno clue as to how thoroughly underwhelming her new husband Tom would proveto be in bed later on. When Anya asked her mother what the box contained,and gave her initial protest against taking such an ugly and bulky itemwith her, mother Katya simply shushed her with a clipped, , and then toldher in an even quieter tone during their goodbyes, that it was somethingspecial. A set of items and heirlooms that Anya – as the eldest Cherninovdaughter – was entitled to have and was therefore given just before herdeparture for America.”< Open it when you arrive to your new home, and make sure no one whocan read Russian ever sees it. No one besides you! >“Her mother leaned in close to her daughter and told her this in a quiet,almost covert, tone. All the while Anya’s father stood by, oblivious tothe exchange as he had been too busy trying to hide his sulking demeanorthrough idle small-talk with the cab driver. Anya’s two sisters, Sonya andKaterina stood a ways behind and watched Anya and their mother talk fromthe front porch of their gray wood home, which – like most homes inCherniderivo – looked like a slightly more modernized cabin.Anya’s father, Alexei Cherninov, had not at all approved of Anya’sdecision to move to the US and marrying – as he put it – `some facelessAmerican’. When Anya showed her father Tom’s picture to disprove theargument of her new husband being `faceless’, Alexei went on to exclaim howher choice was going against the wishes he’d had for his eldest daughter.He’d always fashioned the idea that Anya would marry a nice, young, Russianman from town, and settle down in Cherniderivo to bear him a slew ofgorgeous, `< pure Russian >‘ grandc***dren.He’d huffed and puffed and protested Anya’s perceived rebellion againsthis wishes, warned her that the `< wrong element teemed in droves in thatcorrupt country >‘, so on and so forth. Ultimately though, Anya won thedebate after displaying — with much verve and finality — that he had twodaughters left, both of them just as beautiful, and who could fulfill hisdesperate wish to have pure Russian grandc***dren. The fact Tom had goneso far as to take care of all the necessary paperwork and funds needed forAnya’s citizenship, as well as pay for her trip to America – first class -hinted heavily that the American would be able to provide for his daughter.It was difficult for Alexei to rebuke that argument. Anya’s mother hadremained silent during the exchange. And later Anya had found her mother’suncharacteristically secretive tone to be amusing as she tried secretlyshifting this big cumbersome box into the trunk of the cab.”< Mother, what are you playing at? I don't want to take this big uglything with me to America. My new husband will think I'm a pack rat orsomething. >” she replied, a girlish pout forming on her cheeks.”< Tell your new husband it's just a box of family heirlooms that you'veinherited from your mother and grandmothers. It won't be a lie, so you'llhave no reason to feel guilty. >“”< Mother... >” half-whined Anya. Why would I feel guilty, Anya hadasked herself, but chose to press the question down in favor of her buddingexcitement to travel.”< Trust me c***d, this is tradition. And I won't let America's glamourget in the way of family tradition. I don't care how rich he is. Take thebox. Open it when you can, and share it with NO ONE who reads Russian. >“That last bit echoed of a particular importance to Anya’s mother.”< I'm not entirely sure, but I don't think there are too many peoplewho speak or read Russian where I'm going mother. >“With an idle wave of her hand, Anya’s mother replied,”< It's America. You never know who knows what or who is from whereover there. Caution is always better when walking into the unknown. >“Katya exclaimed, waving a finger while reciting what she felt to be asage’s counsel.Katya looked exactly like Anya, if aged by a score or so of years. Despite the onset of wrinkles on her face and crow’s feet near the edges ofher eyes, and the sparse few gray hairs forming around her temples, KatyaCherninov still held all the radiance, beauty and elegance of her youththat had made her a knockout in Cherniderivo during her earlier years. Herbody carried the same curvaceous appeal of her daughter, with the addedweight and oncoming softness of age in certain areas only making her appearmore voluptuous than old.Anya’s two sisters in turn both carried the beauty and endowments oftheir mother. Katerina, the second Cherninov daughter, was tall and leanlike her father, but had the statuesque facial features and raven hair ofher mother, while Sonya – the youngest of the Cherninov girls – was short,had her father’s thick auburn hair, and had a slightly more stocky framethat toted more curves than either of her sisters. Both Cherninov girlshad impressive chests, with Sonya carrying the second largest pair (hermother Katya coming in first place). Even in their modest dark coloreddresses, their endowments bloomed and curved from underneath the fabric andnever failed leaving many of the local boys with hidden rock hard erects.Neither one of the sisters spoke to Anya in any great detail on the dayshe left for America, but they had secretly given her their blessing andapproval the day before her departure. To a less subtle degree, Anya’smother had also given her daughter her blessing. Her reason being thenumber of opportunities in America far exceeded the ones Anya had inCherniderivo, a town which seemed to be perpetually trapped in the late90s, when the rest of the world was well into the 2000s…”< She's far too beautiful to stay cooped up in this little townforever. >” was what Katya had told her husband. “< American women withhalf her looks become famous for a fraction of the hard work she's done inmodeling. Anya would do well out there, with a good husband and a home tocall her own. She can't stay here messing about with your horses andwinning these small beauty contests Alexei. >“Since c***dhood, Anya’s beauty left many of the natives awe struck. She’d won various local pageants and beauty contests, and those victoriesinstilled in Anya a love for taking photos. As it turned out, the cameraloved Anya more than she loved it, and over time a reputation formed aroundthe young Russian girl to frame her as something of a town celebrity. Thisreputation, and Anya’s trademark beauty, only grew broader as she developedinto a full grown woman. She became the face for almost every socialevent, and was showcased in numerous – if meagerly produced – photoproductions involving the `highlights’ of Cherniderivo, horse exhibitionsand farming events mostly. Eventually the Russian community swore that -if given the proper backing – Anya would take the greater modeling worldoutside of their small nook by storm. When Tom and she became acquaintedthrough an online dating service for foreign women and American men, andlearned the man’s career resided in advertising, it felt like theopportunity of a life time.”< I knew buying that blasted computer was a bad idea >“, grumbledAlexei when Anya finally came to him with her plan of moving to America. It was months of protesting filled with half-winded demands and threats totry and talk his gorgeous daughter out of leaving before he finally threwdown arms and allowed her leave.”< Fine, you can go! But be sure to stay in near-constant contact withus! You will call us at least once a week, and you will tell me everythingthat goes on out there, EVERYTHING, understood? >Those were the terms, and Anya joyously accepted….”< Do NOT tell your father about this. >” Katya added. “< Nevermention it in any letter or phone call you have with him, and again-- >“”< Do not show it to anyone who reads Russian. I know, I know mother!>“, Anya cut off.Her father never learned of the exchange between her and her mother.After mother and daughter exchanged hugs and goodbyes, and father anddaughter exchanged luke-warm nods, Anya had departed in the cab, and madeher trek to America. It was there she met -and weeks after married- Tom.It was thereafter when she had her first encounter with Todd. And it wasnow, in the fine American town of Coxville USA, where she lived. Hermodeling career had not taken off at quite the break-neck speed she hadexpected it to. Tom’s earlier vow to take her to `the right people’ whowould get her career started had fallen rather short in the first fewmonths of their marriage. It wasn’t a matter of Tom not being able toprovide those necessary contacts, as much as – from how it appeared to Anya- Tom simply not wanting her to put her stunning looks and intoxicatingbody on display for others and when not on his terms. Tom absolutely lovedshowing Anya off to family and friends. Taking his newly purchased, ravenhaired goddess to local barbeques was one thing. Allowing her to pose inany array of seductive little outfits to hundreds -no- thousands of people,while jet-setting all of the country however, was a completely differentmatter altogether.”The timing just isn’t right right now honey” would be his usual reasonon why he’d refuse her going to a proposed photo shoot.Why the more acclaimed photographers of Coxville – who all but salivatedat the thought of getting Anya in front of camera – were rejected time andagain by her studious but ever-so-busy husband. Anya, in one corner oranother in her mind, knew the real reason. Tom simply didn’t want to shareAnya with anyone else. Like a spoiled c***d with a brand new toy, Tom wasmore than content with keeping his Russian wife cooped up in his suburbanhome. Being a housewife gave Anya much time to think about such things. She’d often engage in other activities to take her mind off herfrustrations. While perhaps stubborn and selfish, Anya did love Tom. Loved him as much as any Coxville or `doch iz Cherniderivo’ could love herhusband. So today’s distraction, today’s excuse of not demanding Tomfulfill his promise of making her a world-class model, came in the form offinally sating a looming curiosity towards what was in that damn brown box.Any had never taken it or her mother’s warning seriously, and even whenshe finally pried the final strip of tape off the box’s top, a sharp sortof skepticism sat on the edge of her tongue.”< Probably grandmother's old kitchen recipies... >” she snickered toherself.The opened box revealed a mass of white cushion and packing foam. Really mother, this is overkill even for you, she thought as she dugthrough the mass, scooping through the packing foam. Anya however couldn’tcompletely deny a slight rush of excitement as she reached felt the flatsurface of something smooth at the bottom of a box. It was that brace ofexcitement, that held breath of anticipation that c***dren felt whiletearing at the wraps of a Christmas present. Anya lifted the smooth objectup, to find herself holding what looked like a book. Indeed, a bookwrapped in smooth white packing paper. Why did mother take so much care inpacking up one book, she thought. As she tore at the packing paper, herheartbeat quickened by half a pace. What is this, she thought. Itperplexed her when she finally saw the surface of the item; a very old,very black plus sized book that – written across the face – read “< Journal>” in elegant Russian.”< An old journal? > said Anya out loud, her curiosity mounting at thethought her mother would secretly smuggle an old dusty journal into herbelongings.As Anya opened the journal, a part of her tensed. The old yellowedpages revealed the writing to be in Russian. Let no one who reads Russianever see it, Anya’s mother had warned several times. At the time, Anya hadthought her mother was simply handing her daughter down some kind of recipebook of famed Cherniderivo meals, perhaps ones handed down from mother todaughter in the Cherninov family. But no, that wasn’t the case with thisold thing. Anya could immediately tell that the handwriting was a man’s.Bold drawn lines and masculine punctuations filled the page. The fact thefirst page readcertainly helped in Anya’s deduction as well. This book wasold, very old by the look of it. And Anya was certain to keep her grip onthe book as gentle as possible when she began to read….< To my oldest friend Kostya,It is moments like this when I truly hate your and my brother'sperceived `sage-like' advice when it comes to making sizable lifedecisions. You will notice my words to be scrawled in a rather hasty andsloped manner. As I write this letter, I teeter between an almostoverpowering nausea derived from the unending churn and sway of thiswretched sea, and an unwavering frustration with the man who is supposed tobe riding (can ships be ridden?) this accursed thing! This loud andmaddeningly obnoxious American captain named - though my English is toopoor to confirm - Hughes, who is supposed to be sailing us on this venture.Da, the business venture you and my ambitious elder brother Nikolai keeppromising me time and again is certain coin in our pockets. Weeks at sea,weeks and what feels like worlds more, and still we've days yet ahead ofthis incessant wet churning and sickeningly cold rocking until we finallyreach our destination. Our travelled peers and elders did not warn us ofsuch repugnancies when bragging of their journeys at sea. Though, I don'tknow if my body would have been up to the ordeal even if I had been told inadvance. The spittoon nestled at the bedside of my quarters sloshes fullwith what I'd earlier consumed at the behest of our ship's portly and - attimes - all too jovial cook, as a stout reminder that man and sea indeedwere never meant to mingle!Though, admittedly and to be fair, I appear to stand alone in mysuffering. My brother's step has not lost an inch of its usual bounce, norhas his upbeat tambour in voice and demeanor wavered one bit since we setsail. He still wears the same cocky and ever-confident smile that wedetested as boys while racing up the hills and through the valleys of home.And - admittedly - my dearest wife Inna has not shown even the slightestsigns of illness during the course our voyage. Her gorgeous face has notlost the slightest glimmer of its radiance or angelic beauty. I swear toyou Kostya, the women of our beautiful Cherniderivo must be endowed withthe strength of Perun as well as being blessed with the beauty of Zaria. Da, just the other night in the swaying den of sickness our bastard of acaptain calls a `dining hall', my dear Inna put a slim and comforting warmhand to my face. She stared at me in shock at - what must have been - themost alarming shade of green my face has turned yet on our journey. Hergorgeous mouth turned into an o of shock at my paler as I tried keepingdown the swill these Americans call stew and ale.There I was; green as an old frog, and there she sat next to me;untouched by the terrible rocking of the ship and sea. Fair skinned,thoroughly untouched by the onslaught of motion from the ship andaltogether looking just as maddeningly gorgeous as the day I first laideyes on her. It was a comfort I would trade for nothing in this world. Ionly hope that this wretched voyage ends soon. Her comforts ease theburden of travel, though I truly do pray the Zorias plant us firmly on dryland sooner rather than later. My brother - older though he may be -maintains the boyish optimism that we will hit American soil within theweek. I and our bastard of a captain are agreement on at least one thing;that our voyage will take a fair share more time than that.I truly hope this ordeal is worth the effort Kostya. The captain is theonly American I have ever encountered to any notable degree, and I must sayhe is a most disagreeable fellow. The few words of English I canunderstand from him tend to be of the crassest nature, and invariably Ifind his eyes lingering on the curves of Inna's dress and bosom to be mostvile.I have warned my brother that there will be grave consequences shouldthe bearded old fool find his hands anywhere near her when not on the wheelof this accursed ship. I understand my brother needs my expertise withnumbers and financial stratagem, but dragging myself and my wife all theway to America - to this land of `Washington' as I believe it is called -to negotiate the distribution and allocation of our fringe lands, is beyonda daunting request. My grave physical discomfort may be guiding my words,but I truly do hope this voyage and the forthcoming negotiations with theseAmericans is well worth it. Cherniderivo's rich lands, even on the fringes- in my personal opinion - would best be kept to Russia and its people. Let the fools on the other side of the field do what they will with Alaska,but I say Cherniderivo was made for those who were born in it. Lands madefor its people and its people alone! Da, I already know what reply youhave prepared my old friend. That `1855 should be the year Cherniderivotakes its steps from our fields and traverses out into the broader world'.Da, change may indeed be necessary in a changing world, but I say - ifthese Americans on the whole are anything like this Captain Hughes, you, mybrother, I and the rest of our people back home would better find ourselvesequipped if clinging to the bones of our ancestors. All the same, Iprattle and profess unnecessarily. As much as I may complain and voicegrievance, my sour disposition will not change the fact that - inevitably -I am here, in the middle of the sea en route to this America. You and mybrother's ambitious natures may be at odds with my cautious one, but if therough estimations from my brother is anything close to the proper mark, theamount of coin we have to gain from selling the Americans some ofCherniderivo's richlands would make us all near as wealthy as czar Nicholashimself! Da, a bold statement, and one I myself told my brother ranked nohigher than fiction. But his conviction in the proposition seemed, andcontinues to seem, so certain. His confidence is only trumped by hiscertainty that cutting these Americans the use of our borderlands wouldbear nothing but profit for us all. This ideal of wealth does not make myown heart thunder out of desire for my own benefit, but for the benefit ofmy dear Inna.I would love nothing more than to see her happy. If I could see herhave the queen's life and trappings that she deserves, I could die a happyman. That is what drives me oldest friend, which is why I ultimately choseto accept this task and climb aboard this wretched overgrown tugboat. Iwould wear the shade of a frog every day of the year if it meant feelingInna's warm and soft hand fall upon the way she did on the aforementionednight. Da, indeed I am blessed to call her mine old friend.All that said friend Kostya, this voyage is hell. But my Inna and thedream of making her happy, is keeping me going strong. I will write morewhen I am able, and hopefully this business will be concluded by the timeyou read this letter. Give the others my best, tell the babushkas to stopfilling the young girls heads with fantasy and mischief, and you keep ourlands tended. If you and my brother are correct, they will be making usall very very rich in due time.Warmest regards,Sergei >…”Huh?” said LD, stating out loud what all the boys in the room werethinking.”Yeah, dat nigga’s mo white washed than Bryan Gumble, and twice asnice.””Wait…” interrupted Todd. “Brooks is what…black?” Todd almostdidn’t believe it…until the thought of Miss Laveau came to mind. Laveaucertainly had all the qualities that a black man would want in a woman. Statuesque looks, a shade and color that was exotic, but not too black tomake her distinctly African-American, a bubbly and eager-to-pleasepersonality when it came to who she – quite literally – served, and – mostnotably – an ass that big, round and firm enough to hold a dinner plate on.”Yeah, nigga’s a big ol sellout too…”LD and the others silently shifted at this, voicelessly egging the bignegro to explain.”He makes hisself all chumy wit the white folks in e’ry state he hits,but won’t even look at black people.””No way” said Todd.”Way nigga. Why you think he move well into the suburbs with yo lilywhite ass? Buildin a big ass mansion overlookin damn near the whole countyan shit?””I dunno” replied Todd innocently, “because it’s nice there?””Yeah, nice and white” replied Deon. “First thing he did rollin in herewas put on a big ol show in fronta folks. Paradin a army of trucks an shitthrough the streets. He spends all dis time and even mo money buildingthat mansion in Hot Hands neck a duh woods, and all dis witout even given apassin glance at a black person, but makin damn sho to contact every whitenigga in with greetin cards and apology letters for the construction. Staple sign of a sellout nigga.””I dunno D” said LD, “seems a little…quick ta jump to conclusionsabout a nigga we ain’t even met yet. We don’t even know where da niggasfrom, let alone if he tryin to impress folks.””I do” continued Deon. “Nigga from New Orleans. He from da south likeus, but he ain’t even tryin ta rep. He came up and got big out there.””Doing what?” asked Todd, already expecting Deon to answer with “rap” orsome sort of sport being his mode of transportation into big time money.”Started up some businesses an shit, got hisself cozied up wit tha rightrich folks.””Business?” came Stubby from the back. “You mean like slangin?”That would have been Todd’s third guess.”Nah, well…” Deon paused for a moment at this. “At least I don’tthink so. Niggas tell me different things. Some say he was into someshady shit when was younger, runnin wit a few local sets an shit. Otherfolks say he got in on accounta Laveau’s family taken him in up off thestreets, I dunno.””He went big in the biz-world between 97 and 04.”Yo, how you know all dis shit D?” asked LD, genuinely curious.”Did some readin on tha nigga when I heard he was movin inta town. Thatand askin a few folks first hand Muthafuckas almost like a spook, elusiveas he is.Todd almost chuckled at the idea of Deon having his head cocked forwardat a computer screen reading anything besides football scores. Aresearcher `Dough-Boy’ Deon most certainly did not appear. When thatthought died, Todd half thought about saying `but I thought all blackpeople were spooks?” However he quickly chose to drop the idea uponconsidering his current company.”Modelin, fashion, music, movies, nigga’s inta all kindsa shit.”Deon surveyed the group as he spoke. They were all intrigued by thisnewest bit of information on Coxville’s newest resident. As far as theywere all concerned, the man had not a face, body or even a tangible voiceaside from the lovely Miss Laveau. The man was, almost literally, a ghost.”I read dat after Katrina hit, that nigga traveled the country. Gotcozy wit all kinds of white big wigs and execs. Nigga cleaned up by puttinhis hands in all kind’sa pies.””What made him wanna move here den?” asked Stubbs.”Dunno really” said Deon. “People say he got family here or some suchshit. Other people say he jus inta the small town look. And other peoplesay the niggas just out and out crazy. He don’t be on tv, he next to nevertakes pictures, and he only does interviews through phone or that banginass assistant uh his.”Todd recalled hearing earlier that this Brooks somehow had familiallinks to Coxville. That nugget of info had made the old fat coot CletusMcGuire at the convenience store almost froth at the mouth with excitement.”Damn…” said Stubbs, his tone obviously impressed with the compoundingmystery.”But fuck dat nigga dou!” replied Deon, abruptly bringing his stance onthe mysterious man back to the fore and putting down Stubby’s proposedwonder. “Dat boushie ass nigga ain’t done shit for black folks since cominup in the business world! He gon split durin Katrina, the nigga ain’t setone FOOT on Nigga-Town, and now he hostin dis party for all the rich whitefolks at his crib, a `nigga-free’ event and shit.”Todd had to fight back the slightest onset of a smirk with that comment.It charmed him a bit to think that his father – and by relation him -counted as one of Coxville’s elite to make the mysterious Mr. Brooks’guest list. The other comedic aspect of Deon’s statement was silently heldon the idea that, hey, why not throw a party just for us white folks? While Deon fumed with quiet anger, the others – LD included – evenbeginning to join in the burly brud’s animosity, a quiet union of sharedhatred for this `Mr.Brooks’ forming amongst them in a shared invisiblefervor. Todd had to confess in the smallest corner of his mind that; hewas actually starting to like this Brooks character by the sound of him. From Deon’s description, the man had class, was savvy in not just one, butseveral fields applicable to the business world, and – suffice it to say -he had awesome taste in women. Todd would have never said any of this outloud, but this Brooks sounded alright in his book.”Dats why…” Deon continued after another moment.”Why what?” replied Stubbs.Deon cocked a thick black eyebrow while his big lips curled into a grinthat Todd found more than a bit disturbing.”Dats why I’m finna get dat muphucka…”*******At the highest point of the hill overlooking greater Coxville county,the Brooks mansion was busy to the degree of pure bedlam. The immaculatemain hall inside the lavish two story estate buzzed and clamored with thesmall army of assembled workers, all of whom raced from one end to anotherthroughout the hall and various wings of the mansion like a cluster ofangry black and white clad bees. Preparations for the night’s event was infull throttle. The dozen or so decorators brushed shoulders andhalf-butted heads with the eight plus caterers moving to and fro at a speedjust shy of a sprint in the s**ttered tide of human activity. The smallteam of electricians and construction workers had to half-shove their waythrough the living chaos in order to reach specific points and edges of theestate, taking hammer, nail, wood, electric wiring and plaster in the finaltouches of building the mansion. Even for a place as huge as the newlyassembled home, the forty plus individuals occupying the space in such amad mass of action made the manor seem as though it were about to burstfrom the inside out.For all the madness and motion that had gone into building the elegantblack colonial styled abode, the preparations for Mr. Brooks’ welcomeparty made the earlier ordeal seem like light work by comparison. Uponcrossing the grand threshold and entering the hall proper, one could onlysee open space composed of pure pearly white marble flooring, which echoedfrom the various clacks and clunk sounds of boot and heel racing about. The lining of the walls along with the broad and skillfully curveddiverting staircase to the mansion’s second floor was shaded in a solidpolar black, dark oak making up any and all woodwork.The two arching staircases led to corridors of wings east and west, thevarious rooms laid out in an enfilade fashion. Just beneath the staircasewas a sizable half oval shaped wall, which was framed with a giant glassmirror encased in an onyx frame that reflected the hall and its workers.The high risen ceiling made the acoustics of the many forces shoutingrequests. So much that some of workers felt an irrational worry of thehuge crystal chandelier looming above the center of the hall would fall asa result of the reverb. Demands and calls for assistance almost deafening.In the far right wing of the mansion’s first floor laid was a smallerparlor area fitted a slew of newly purchased comforts, and was settled witha purposely old fashioned looking fireplace on one of the far walls. Thefurniture, a small cluster of black mid-sized couches and love-seats ofFrench style, chairs of a solid and artfully decorated oak, and a hugeold-fashioned table, also made of oak, which were all to be moved into themain hall later that evening, less than an hour before all of Mr. Brooks’carefully selected guest list of thirty güngören escort some odd Coxville natives hadarrived.Beyond the parlor and leading further into the back of the estateresided the enormous kitchen area, where a team of seven specially hiredNew Orleans chefs – flown in by Mr. Brooks early that very morning – hadbeen assembled. Currently the chefs were engaged in a rabble of frenziedgourmet cooking. The intoxicating onslaught of aromas and enticing soundsof sizzle and sautéing meats, soups, vegetables and such erupting in crazedorder as the chefs belted at the top of their lungs various directions andrequests.Outside of the mansion in the front and back of the animated scenes,gardeners and craftsmen were putting the final touches on Brooks’ lawn andback yard. The grass shaded a heavy and healthy green, the tall hedgestrimmed to angular perfection. The workers toiled at near breakneck speed,their skills being pushed to brink and further to make everything perfectfor their mysterious employer. An army of human-shaped ants puttingtogether a masterpiece that was greater than the sum of its parts. Andinside the mansion, standing in the center of all that chaos, was noneother than Miss Adela Laveau.”Marcus dear!” belted Adela from the center of the hall, one armoutstretched towards a busied section of the room, the other hand sethalf-akimbo onto one of her wide curvy hips, “make sure the caterers setaside all the silverware in the parlor until AFTER the cleaners have gottento it! Dirt or dust on any of the utensils will NOT be tolerated! Noreen,put up that warning tape on the stairs, please! The cleaners just finishedthe carpets, and the upstairs area is off limits as of five minutes ago! Donald, be a dear and tell those chefs we need the final copy of the menuas soon as possible. Mr. Brooks wants to observe it before the guestsarrive!” Adela found herself having to shout over the collective din of thecrowd.”Jennifer, tell the construction workers they have less thirty minutesto finish that plaster! The painters will be calling for war if they don’tget in to finish the walls soon. Oh, make sure painters have driers onhand! Finishing touches or not, if I hear anything about wet paint on asuit or dress tonight, heads will roll! Roland, honey that bust sculptureis supposed to go OUTSIDE! There’s entirely too much going on in here. That’s ten thousand dollars down the drain if it gets broken. We’re notbringing it inside until tonight!”Adela’s smooth and silken voice came out as stern as a drill sergeant,but sweetened by it sultry tambour.”Yes Miss Laveau!””Of course Miss Laveau!””Right away Miss Laveau!””I’ll have it done promptly Miss Laveau!” and phrases of the like wereall she heard in return inside the din.Adela was in her element. Orchestrating and calling the shots of busiedactivity simply thrilled her, especially events of this scale. Seeing thefrenzy of movement and human activity never failed giving her that rush ofexcitement. She simply loved it! Silently it made her feel like apuppeteer. Commanding and motioning her various puppets to dance and moveas she willed.This menagerie of workers/puppets had been chosen by Mr. Brookspersonally, from varying points in the state based on their skills andreputation, and had all been hired by Miss Laveau personally after a morethan thorough interview and a memorization of VERY specific instructionsand expectations set for the workers. It was just passed 3 o clock, only ahandful of hours until Mr. Brooks’ long awaited and highly anticipatedparty would commence. It had been the main talk of the town the entireweek. The air in Coxville held an almost palpable electricity ofanticipation that could have illuminated the entire county. Many hadwondered how exactly the ever-elusive Mr. Brooks planned going about`introducing’ himself to his new neighbors.No one, not even the cell of bodyguards who were posted at the four mainaccess points of the mansion, had actually seen the eccentric tycoon. Hisarrival, his assembling of his guest list, his own reception into the townhad shown him to be absent, Miss Laveau present in his stead without faileach time. The man was so mysterious, some people – workers included -began to wonder and theorize if this `Mr. Brooks’ really existed. If MissLaveau was the genius behind the B.o.W Clothing line, the immenselywell-received 5-By-5 Radio show, which dedicated itself to playing popularRap, Hip-Hop and R&B music, the corporate entertainment juggernautBrooks-Broderick Inc, and the half dozen or so other business endeavorsthat were helmed by elusive man under his banner of Sam-Edi Enterprises. All the hype, all the building anticipation for his public appearance, hadthe town frothing at the mouth for a revelation, the question of `who inthe Sam-Hill is Mr. Brooks?’ sitting on everyone’s lips.While the job was chaotic and beyond taxing in terms of pace andexpectations of excellence, the exhausting labors of finishing Brooks’grand project definitely had its perks. Brooks spared no expense in flyingand shuttling all the workers – first class of course – together to hishome and had no reservations about giving them all the comforts of moderntravel. They worked as hard as old world slaves, but were treated likeroyalty when en route to the mansion. And of course, not least of all wasthe amount of coin Brooks was paying them to put this shindig together,while at the same time putting the final touches on his newly built home.The amount he was paying them was…sizable. Payment to the decorators,construction workers, painters, and high end chefs would best be describedas enough to motivate the crew into putting in double time onto theirlabors, as well as a hefty degree of `then some’. For the amount of moneyand prestige this job was assured to yield, this lot would’ve built thesexy brown skinned assistant a fully functioning high-end amusement park inthe back yard if she’d asked. Rather fitting really, for theall-encompassing aura of bubbling energy surrounding the mansion was on parwith such a broad-scale endeavor. Whatever Mr. Brooks desired, Adelasummoned, and they in turn would produce in as rapid a speed as they could.And still, Adela was disquieted upon looking at her watch.”Where in the blazes are they?” she muttered to herself. “What good isthe extra help if they aren’t here?”Miss Laveau was standing at the center of the spacious hall, directingthe human-traffic, when the night’s `help’ -almost on queue upon Adelamarking their absence- finally arrived. The broad double doors of themansion suddenly burst inward. The sun was up and shone brightly outside,and the few workers who looked towards the abrupt noise couldn’t make outthe person who entered due to the strong glare. When the glare was cut, asquat, round-faced man -mulatto by the look of him – of no more than fivefeet strode into the hall. He passed one of the large, black,six-foot-plus and dark suited bodyguards who had been stationed at thedoor. The short man wore a finely tailored white suit -starched and creasedto the point of sharpness- that did its best to hide the considerable girthof his belly. The man’s bullet balled head gleamed in the afternoonsunlight as strode in.”Adela, baby! The man roared cheerfully, outstretching his arms in agrand gesture of greeting.”Ferris!” Adela called from across the hall, frustration sitting justunderneath her tone as her eyes narrowed on the man. Obviously thisnewcomer’s entrance was not received quite as happily as the short whiteman had expected. “You were to be here at 2 PM sharp!” she checked hergold watch. “It is now 3:05! And don’t even THINK about telling me yougot your time zones mixed up again!””I know, I know, soooo sorry about that sweetie pie!” For such a tinyman, he had the booming voice of someone twice his size. Doubtless apracticed voice that he’d spent hours perfecting into a recorder. Rehearsed over and over again to give it the air of a professionalannouncer.”Don’t you sweetie pie me Ferris! Especially not in front of theworkers! It sets a bad example.”Emmanuelle Ferris walked into the hall with all the swagger andconfidence of a man twice his size (and half his weight). His shiny blackshoes echoed on the marble floor, and he smirked at Adela in a glance he -and he alone – found charming. Ferris looked around him, taken in thedisplay and scale of the mansion with a long impressed whistle.”Shit.on.SHINGLES!” Belted Ferris, trying his best to divert Adela’sscolding with compliments. “Look at this place, its friggin HUGE! Mr. Brooks said doesn’t fuck around when he says he’s makin a big move.Adela’s only response was crossing her arms underneath her considerablechest, her beautiful brown features turning into a model’s pout as the manapproached. As cross as she really was with the tiny man, her beautymuddied the fact and made her look considerably less serious.”No, he most certainly does not, and he doesn’t appreciate employeesbeing late!””We had a bit of a setback earlier today. Had to get sorted out beforedrivinn down from Houston.””Really…” replied Adela, her voice more than a bit skeptical.”No foolin sugar, it was a hell of a monkey wrench that put a kink inthings. Dani cancelled on us. Last minute. Says she’s real sorry shecouldn’t make it out. I had to get a replacement to fly in out on theshortest notice. Not my fault sugar, God’s honest!Adela merely sniffed and continued staring at the man.”You understand how these things happen sweetie. You know how thesethings go. Fancy jet-setting business woman like yourself.””Then you should have called Ferris!” snapped Adela back at the shortbald man. “A single phone call to let us know where the heck you were! Ican’t have our staff missing so close to the guests arriving!””Guests!?” Ferris said, playing at a mocking tone of surprise while heturned his head from side to side, looking about the room and observingonly the clamor of workers going about their various tasks. “What guests,nobody’s here yet! This fancy do ah yours isn’t startin til close to ninea clock. We got plenty ah time sugar, relax.”Less time than you think Ferris. I still have to get them – as well asmyself – suited and prepped! They have to know exactly who will beattending tonight, be made clear of the house rules, be shown around toknow where everything – silverware, glasses, the china, etc – is located,and where it is to be placed.” Adela marked each point she was making bycounting them on her fingers. “They have to memorize the menu and what’sto be served to the guests. I still have to test them on their servingabilities to make sure they aren’t spilling champagne and caviar all overthe floor tonight, and don’t even get me started on how long it will takeme to prepare the–“Alright alright! I get it”, interrupted Ferris. His timing was good,as Adela was officially starting to work herself into a full on huff infront of the workers. “Everything’s gonna be fine sugar. I promise ya,this batch is top notch. Best group I’ve ever worked with so far. They’llhave everything down and memorized to a fine science before you can say”science”. I guarantee you, all of them are pros at what they do, PROS Itell ya.Adela took a breath, a big heave of her large bosoms before she calmeddown. “They’d better be Ferris. I’m not frustrated for my own sake. I’msimply informing you on behalf of Mr. Brooks. There cannot, and simplywill not, be any mistakes tonight. You know how annoyed Mr. Brooks getsby mistakes!When standing just in front of Adela, Ferris’ height leveled just at thetop of her broad round chest. A fact that Ferris – in no short margin -was thoroughly content with. If there were ever a perk to being as shortas Emmanuelle Ferris, it was being in eye-line sight with Adela Laveau’shuge round coco tits. He grinned absently at the sight, reminding himselfof this fact, as he often did whenever he found himself zoning out duringone of Miss Laveau’s tyraids. At least the snooty black bitch can give mea good aim ah cleavage when she starts complaining, thought the short man.Ferris didn’t much appreciate being talked down to. Not by anyone, andespecially not by Miss Laveau, who – by Ferris’ own silent quote andcommentary – needed to pull the thirteen-inch stick out of her ass andlighten up ASAP. Maybe replace it with a cock instead, since she wasobviously suffering from a lack of sex.Emmanuel Ferris could smell sexual frustration on a woman from a mileaway. Part of his trade, as well as a natural talent of his. But, for theamount of dough Brooks was throwing him for his said talents and access tohis ample resources, Ferris would allow this sexy black bitch to yell athim until his ears bled.”If it weren’t for the fact he’s known you for so many years he’d hadfired you quicker than-“”I know, I know, ah jeez, I know Adela. Look, don’t get yourself allworked up again, sugar.” Apologized Ferris, his hands coming up in an `Isurrender’ gesture. Ferris’ rich Cajun accent gave him the sound of asouthern game show host. A sleazy game show host, though a host all thesame. “I shoulda called, you’re right, of course. But you can assure Mr.Brooks that the delay was well worth the return.””Is that so?” replied Adela. “Well it’s hard for me to see that littleclaim as true or false if I can’t see for myself, now isn’t it?Adela turned her back began walking away from the man, calmly stridingwith the clack of her heels towards the kitchen, still so much left dobefore the night’s festivities. Ferris followed doggedly behind her.”I know, I know, ah jeez, I got ya Adela. Like I said, Dani couldn’tmake it today. Came down with the flu or some shit, BUT the replacement Igot – in my humble opinion – is a WAY better choice for this kinda thingyou guys got planned.” As he spoke, Ferris’ body shifted towards the frontof the mansion.”That’s all good and fine Ferris, but where-“Adela began, turning on herheels to once again face the man. But before she could however, Ferrisplaced two fingers inside the corners of his mouth, and let out an almostear splitting whistle that felt like it could have made the glass windowsof the hall shake in their frames. Emmanuel Ferris was a host. Aprofessional barker and organizer who – for the right price – would assistin giving his clients extra hands to their venues. Hands of a veryparticular, very effeminate persuasion. The construction workers,caterers, and other present scene-setters all turned to the squat man insurprise. Their gazes diverted towards the front door a moment laterhowever, when they saw who Ferris had called for.Through the huge threshold of Mr. Brooks’ arching front doorway walkeda group of seven STUNNINGLY gorgeous young women. Four thoroughly stackedand packed white girls, an exotic and athletically built woman who lookedof mixed race with either Hispanic or Portuguese, a short Asian girl ofChinese or perhaps Korean lineage, and a light skinned African-Americangirl that would have been deemed “high-yellow” by her peers and elders. Seven striking and beyond sexy vixens, and Ferris drank in their impact onthe crowd with a toothy smile, revealing a single gold tooth shining inplace of a canine. They strode confidentially into the main hall, theirshoes and heels clacking in an audible mash-up as they walked in, side byside, their luscious breasts and round bubble butts giggling lightly intheir plain white polo shirts and tight fitting black shorts with each stepof their approach.Jaws dropped throughout the hall. The construction worker who had beenputting final touches on a far edge accidentally punched a new hole intothe plaster with his hammer. A young red-headed caterer nearly dropped thearm full of glass plates he had been toting to the kitchen, and several ofthe female decorators nearly tripped themselves up in their own shoestrying to walk and stare and the striking sextet. Noreen, one of Adela’spersonal assistants, all but tripped over herself getting out of the groupspath. Their bouncy trek ended just in front of Ferris, all of them stillstanding side by side, and Ferris with an outstretched arm announced,”Adela sweetie, meet the girls! Girls, this criminally beautiful stackof woman right here is none other miss Adela Laveau, your instructor, youremployer, your GENERAL for this evening! Say hello ladies!”The seven girls, all of them looking to be no older than their early tomid-twenties, gracefully bowed or waved a hand in greeting to Adela. Asthey did, Miss Laveau silently appraised them, a smile on her face thatsettled nowhere near her eyes. The `help’ had finally arrived….The seven women were all wearing similar clothing; tight fitting poloshirts with the stylized initials of “B.o.W” woven onto the right side ofthe chest, and small black shorts that were cruelly showcasing the female’sbountiful parts. From left to right, Ferris introduced the girlsindividually:”This blonde cutie-pie right here, is Delilah!” he announced her as abarker would present a ride at an amusement park.Delilah was a petite – though very busty – young blonde girl. She hadlight sky-blue eyes and the bubbly looks and aura of a cheerleaderpreparing for a big game, with her deep dimples and button nose. Her hairwas pulled into a sporty little pony tail that went just a bit behind hershoulders. Her bare legs – smooth and trimmed- came out from her tightblack shorts. They were silky and lithe, her waist almost supernaturallytrim when paired with her chest, which – Adela speculated – were solid D’sand perhaps a bit more than her small shirt could handle, even despite hersmallish frame. Delilah’s breasts were exceptionally pert and rounded outhigh in her tight white polo shirt.”It’s such a pleasure to meet you Miss Laveau.” She said with a brightwhite smile and a thick country accent.”A pleasure dear. I like your accent. Where are you from?””North Carolina.” The bubbly blonde said with a beam.”Splendid! Another southern girl. You’ll make the guests feel right athome.”Delilah shot that winning smile at Adela, and Adela returned hers inkind.Next to Delilah was another blonde girl. Unlike Delilah however, shewas tall and had a significantly more curvaceous body. She was perhaps ayear or two older than the others, her tint of hair making her moreplatinum than straight blonde.”And this is Kami” announced Ferris proudly.Kami wore tight spandex shorts that showed off her exceptionally tonedlegs and – from the worker’s angle – brilliantly bubble shape curves of herass. The tight cling of her white polo shirt – an article about a size anda half too small for her DD sized breasts – showed her to have a piercingof some kind on her near her belly button. Not a preferred piece as far asAdela was concerned, but not an unforgivable act on the blonde’s part.”Ms. Laveau” said the tall blonde coolly. Her eyes were a deep green,her accent not southern but a crisp Californian, and her facial featuresreminded Adela of the actress Olivia Wilde. Kami leaned forward andpresented her hand to the black woman, an act which caused her beautifullyround tits to press against the fabric of her own white polo shirt. Herdeep natural dimples showed as she smiled at the black woman.”Kami’s our Valley girl” noted Ferris to Adela. “Joined up during mylast visit to LA. Couldn’t get her to leave me alone when I mentionedbeing a talent recruiter for B.o.W”.”Manny~!” Kami playfully whined, nudging the short mulatto, “don’t makeme sound like some kind of social climber, jeez dude!””Don’t act like you don’t love it!” Ferris said jokingly before movingon, taking a moment to playfully grab at the platinum blondes gorgeous hipsand luscious ass before continuing down the line.The next white girl was the seemingly mixed one.”My main mami Marisol” stated Ferris, and in response the girl gave adainty bow to her employer.She had lush auburn hair that came to just about her jaw, her facialfeatures reminding Adela of a young version of that actress from the Zorromovies. Marisol easily had the most toned body of the bunch. Theeffeminate though strong looking ripples of her stomach showing through herwhite shirt were topped with large natural looking breasts that most womenwould pay thousands upon thousands of dollars for. Her high cheek bonesand dark – most definitely Latin – looking eyes peered and pierced Adelawith a warm greeting.”Pleasure to meet you Senora Leveau.” she said, a small elegant nodaccompanying her greeting and sultry Spanish accent.Next, came the Asian girl. She was definitely the smallest of the groupat no higher than five-feet-two, but lord above was she a beauty! Her facehad the innocence of and bubbly persona of a Japanese pop idol, and hersnow white skin served as a gorgeous contrast to her long and glossy jetblack hair. She was slim, but looked to be in brilliant shape. Adelaimmediately took her for a tennis player from her firm legs.”And this little beaut is Mariah.” Smirked Ferris.”So nice to meet you Miss Laveau. Mr. Ferris has told me many amazingthings about you and Mr. Brooks. I’m honored to be serving you tonight.”Her tone was light and soft spoken, even somewhat shy, and the wave of herhand was very subtle to Adela. Laveau nodded kindly and told her she andMr. Brooks appreciated her coming down.Onward came the third white girl. A very tall, VERY busty red head withfair skin, full lips and curves that made her look like she’d been bredpurely to drive men insane. Her breasts couldn’t have been any smallerthan a well-rounded G, and the tight fitting polo shirt she wore made italmost impossible not to notice her budded nipples poking from theirrespective places. Such traits came when wearing no bra.”Big red here is Tammy” said Ferris.”Ferris! I’ve told you a million times, `DON’T call me Big Red’!”Snapped the girl. She cocked a hip and placed both her hands to her sides,shooting the man a piercing sneer but immediately checked and brightenedherself up before Adela. “Sorry about that, so nice to meet you MissLaveau. Ferris called me last minute to replace Dani. Anything you needme to do, consider it done the minute you ask.” Tammy had a thick southernaccent – Texan by the sound of it – and she stepped forward to firmly shakeAdela’s hand before falling back into the line. Adela liked her almostinstantly.The tall redhead had a fire in her that Adela liked. A woman who wasn’tafraid to stand up to Emmanuel Ferris (a total sleaze and mar to Mr. Brooks’ stellar reputation in Adela’s opinion) was a woman who Adela likedhaving around, servant or equal.”I’m glad you could join us sweetie” said Adela, and Tammy’s cheeksflushed instantly into a rosey red blush.The fourth white girl was a tall, dark haired vision who Ferrisannounced as Merissa. Merissa had statuesque features, piercing dark hazeleyes, gorgeous full red lips, a beyond tight physique (the body of an avidswimmer), and a quiet elegance that struck Adela as sensually alluring. Merissa merely bowed her head daintily and gave a polite smile to Adela.”Meri may seem shy now, but trust me, she’s a force of nature when it’sgo time!”Ferris winked at Adela, and she noticed that the other girls got aslight chuckle out of this, as though there were some inside joke shewasn’t brought in on.”And last, but certainly not least, we got my girl Tanya!”The light-skinned black girl stepped forward. Adela herself was almostaghast at the shape of the final woman. Not an inch of fat nor blemishcould be seen on her body, much of it being on display from the slim andtight cut of her shorts and shirt. She was all sweet caramel curves,luscious legs, big lips and thighs, and an ass that Adela – even from afront view – could rank nearly as round and full as her own. I’ve got tohand it to that little toad Ferris, thought Adela, he picks up the healthyones.”Tanya, pleasure to meet you dear.””Pleasure to meet you Miss Laveau. I really love Mr. Brooks’ place. This is one of the most beautiful mansions I’ve ever seen.””Oh?” said Adela curiously. “This isn’t your first mansion party then?”she asked.”No, I’ve actually hosted a couple mansion parties for Mr. Ferris inthe past.””She’s a PHENOM!” chimed in Ferris.”This is hands down the best one though.”Adela beamed, charmed by the girl. The body of a goddess and manners toback it up. She reminded Adela of herself at that age.”I’ll be sure to inform Mr. Brooks of your appreciation.””Um, Miss Laveau” came Delilah from the other end of the line, one ofher hands raised like a timid school girl.”Yes dear” replied Adela.”Well…” the cute blonde hesitated. “Me and the girls werewondering…is…” she paused again.A moment passed and Adela cocked an eyebrow.”Yes…” Adela pressed.”Is Mr. Brooks…really going to make an appearance tonight?”Another silence, this one more prominent, since most of the workers inthe hall had stopped what they were doing to listen in. One would havesworn the entire hall was holding its breath.”Well…” replied Adela, “it is his party…””I know, and I’m sure it’s gonna be a great one. But…it’s just…we’ve heard he next to never appears in public, not even at the parties hethrows. Marisol and Kami hosted three of his parties last year through Mr.Ferris, and they didn’t once even catch a glimpse of him.”The line of girls nodded, bringing to the fore their interest about Mr.Brooks’ taciturnity. Everyone had been wondering about why Brooks was soshy when it came to public do’s. Talks about his having weak health due tosome strange and rare debilitating disease, him having a fragile and easilystressed mind from trying to stay at the top rung of several businessmarkets, or – in more quieted conversations – shame and want of secrecy dueto some kind of physical deformity permeated through the various rumormills.”I’m sure it’s just on account of him bein way too busy.””Yes” said Adela, “Mr. Brooks is an exceedingly busy man.””Yeah…and we were wonderin if…””Wondering if…” Adela pressed, wanting to hear Delilah – actingmouthpiece of the hostess troupe by the apparent look of it -“We were wonderin if…Mr. Brooks would be around personally tonight.We all just wanna thank him for letting us do this job. We always have ablast servin ya’ll.”The seven girls all beamed, nervousness mixed with equal partsgiddiness. Indeed, Alexander Brooks was known for throwing the bestcorporate parties and promo bashes. The B.o.W Summer Bash that had beenheld in Cancun last year was still being talked about by those whoattended, and mourned by those who didn’t. Ferris had – of course -provided the hostess crew for that particular gathering as well, and manyof the girls were STILL swooning from how much fun they’d had. It had beenwork, it was still a job after all. But it had been incredibly fun andexciting work, filled heavy bass music, hot dancing and feats that shouldhave been made official in the Guiness Book of Records.Adela slightly chewed at her lower lip, making it a small game to toywith the girls as she `thought it over’.”Well…Mr. Brooks’ party this evening is definitely going to requireyou all be at your best at all times. It will be a party, yes. But Iassure you, it will be a party unlike anything Mr. Brooks’ has everpresented. All of you are expected to bring the exceptional degree ofefficiency and professionalism that Mr. Ferris has – quite boisterously -guaranteed you all to have. Tonight this town’s most prominent figureswill be present, ladies. The mayor and his family included.”Adela was so caught up in her speech she hadn’t realized that she’dbegun pacing before the seven beauties.”Coxville County’s best will be here tonight, and nothing short ofone-hundred and twenty percent is to be had from each and every one of you.Anything less will simply not be tolerated. This event is very importantto Mr. Brooks, ladies. Coxville marks a very large transition on hispart. It may seem like a small southern town to you, but where people likeyou and I see a small town, men like Mr. Brooks see a world of potential.He is to be backed and presented to this town and its people with nothingshort of excellence. Is that understood?”The girls all nodded, a wave of seriousness overtaking them all at once.Adela let that seriousness levitate in the air for a moment, her eyessearching the room to see that everyone – decorators, construction workers,assistants and so forth – were all looking at her, having clung to herevery word. She then let her drill sergeants gaze fall, and allowed theotherworldly clutch of her cadence evaporate with her signature smile.”Wonderful” she said, instantly flipping back into her cheery and upbeattambour. “Then I don’t see why Mr. Brooks can’t give you girls a littlehello after the guests have all been served and settled.”The mood of the room instantly lightened in a collective exhale from thegirls and workers.”Thank you so~ much Miss Laveau” Delilah squeaked. The other girls gavesimilar sounds and made triumphant little gestures with their bodies tomark their gratitude. “We promise we won’t let you down Miss Laveau!” saidTammy the redhead, “anything you want us to do, we’ll do it,lickity-split.””Lickity-split” replied Adela. “Sounds beautiful honey. Now…let’sget you girls uniformed up! The guests will be arriving at nine sharp, andyou ladies still have much to learn and memorize before they get here.”Adela turned to the onlooking clan of assistants.”And the lot of you can now go back to work! Chop chop everyone. Milesto go before we sleep!”And with that and three quick claps of Adela’s hands, the crowd ofworkers busted back into the swing of their labors, and the manor ofAlexander Brooks fell back into its maddened tempo of activity….< To my oldest friend Kostya,After weeks and weeks of this nauseating ocean air and this accursed seacaptain's crass remarks, I joyously report our company has finally reacheddry land! Granted, it is not the `Washington' my brother originally spokeof. Not the land where we are ultimately set for destination to get thesedealings of distributed land under way, but all the same I am trulygrateful to simply be off that dreadful rocking mass of wood! I am writingnow from a quaint - if a bit suspect- Inn in one of the more bustling areasof our current region. I say `suspect' for the rather ominous manner ofthe Inn's keeper. The looks he gave I and my Inna were of a disturbing andall too probing sort.A man from Cherniderivo would earn a sound beating for such wantonfervor held in his gaze upon observing my Inna. I initially planned toconfront the Inn keeper - a strange little man of indeterminate origin -but my brother quickly stepped in and soothed my anger, reminding me of whywe're here and how a skirmish will tarnish the aim of our goal. Thisdetour we've taken is a strange land indeed comrade Kostya. A queer landfilled with even queerer people. I can't say I am surprised that thatbrute Hughes is familiar with the region, and our stop here comes by hisown recommendation, which - I suppose - explains the crude eye and lack ofcourtesy from our Inn host.But enough of brawls, more of the pleasantness of being on land again.The feel of solid ground beneath my feet leaves more than comforted. Mydear Inna has noted my frog-green paller to have disappeared almostinstantly upon reaching port. She hadn't been affected in the slightest byour journey, and looked as gorgeous and gentile setting foot upon thewooden docks in her elegant white dress as she did upon our first day atsea. And - in response to your last received letter - I enjoyed as much ofmy wife and her goddesses given endowments as I could when my body was upfor the deed.Not that it is any of your business (old friends or not) but the shapeand curve of my beloved will remain as much a mystery to you now as it didwhen we were young lads eyeing her from afar on your father's farm. Youtell me fate is unkind for your not courting her first. I see it as fateand good fortune blessing me tenfold every time I spy my wife disrobe. Ha!Do not be envious my friend. There are plenty of healthy, handsome andwell-endowed women to choose from in Cherniderivo. We boast about ourwomen for good reason, and yours will be granted to you in due time.The various people here have taken notice to her elegance as well. Thepeople making up these lands are very curious, and come in shades andshapes I've never seen before. Walking through the local streets of this`state', this New Orleans, I took notice to how many of the local men andwomen were taken aback by my Inna's beauty. One group in particular, avery strange dark people, ones Captain Hughes insists aren't truly humanlike he or I, were struck by my Inna's presence as we followed our idiotCaptain to the Inn. Doubtless it was her straight raven hair and flawlessfair skin that struck them, as their own hair was as curly as sheep's hideand their skin Kostya - I swear to you - as dark as coal in some extremes .Some of the male dark-ones (I believe Hughes referred to them as `Niggers')tipped their hats jovially to her or gave her a courteous bow upon herpassing. The act charmed my Inna to no end. She was like a little girlbeaming at the trick of dogs doing a fancy trick before her. This reactioncaused some of the female dark-ones to respond with notable envy, which wasan amusing sight to behold.Inna, my brother and I will be staying in this Inn for the next week,while our party restocks on some essential supplies. Our guide andresident bastard Hughes will be doing the leg work, despite my brotherinsisting we aid in the collection. He believes that it would be wise toget an idea of how these Americans engage in trade need to continue ourvoyage. I however believe I am in much need of relaxation after the ordealof sea travel. I am not at all looking forward to leaving, but Hughesinforms me that when we next set sail it will be under far calmercircumstances. I trust and believe the bearded old fool as far I can throwhim across the ocean we just traversed. In the meanwhile our group is toenjoy the sights of this town. More and more I am seeing this businesstrip as a vacation rather than a business transaction.While I am apprehensive to personally engage with any of the localcolor, my brother has jumped headlong in the `getting to know others'portion of our journey. He - ever the charmer - has already madeacquaintances with several fellow travelers using the English he is versedin. While their native lands strike me as unfamiliar, their blonde hairand equally fair skin hint to me they may be from the Dutch lands.I will send word when we are again at sea comrade. For now, I willenjoy the steadiness of land, and the rounded angles of my Inna.Warmest Regards,Sergei >…”Whoa!” came Stubby, “what chu mean git at him?””What I mean is” replied Deon. “Tonight’s da night of that white-washednigga’s shindig.” Deon stared at the gathered band, their faces blank insilence. After realizing the group failed to catch his cryptic meaning, hecontinued.”Tonight, while he playin house nigga, I’m gonna sneak in and leave hima little…welcome present.”Deon’s gaze went to a corner of the room. LD and the others followedhis gaze to the sight of a large black duffel bag that had been sittinginconspicuously on the far wall of the gym. LD had recalled him coming inwith it earlier. He’d figured it had just been carrying the regular loadof snacks (contraband in the eyes of Coach Black) and a gym towel. All thefaces in the room went to the bag, and then back on Deon’s sinisterlygrinning countenance. The burly negro wasn’t k**ding. He was really goingto go through with it. He may have been smiling, but that smile hintednothing of humor nor jest, and nothing comical even came close to his eyes.He really planned on sneaking into Brooks’ party. He was going to enterBrooks’ home, and – using the contents of whatever was in his duffel bag -desecrate or rob one or more of Brooks’ empty rooms while Brooks and MissLeveau were busy attending to their party guests.”And if dey catch yo black ass? Word is the niggas got mo bodyguardsthan Obama.” asked LD, who by the sound of him was the only remainingskeptic in the group. In response, Deon only chuckled.”I ain’t gonna get caught.””Real talk?” asked LD”Real talk” replied Deon. “I got a nigga on da inside who finna get mein.””How?” questioned LD.”Back door. The plan is my man is gonna `forget’ to lock it after a cigbreak, and I sneak in through the mothafucka when the time is right.””And how you gonna get out?””Same way I got in…””Aight, and what if somethin goes wrong? What if Brooks or one of hisother guys locks the door after you get in?””My man ain’t gonna let that happen? He gonna watch my back and belookout while I do ma thing.””How you know fo sho? How you know that nigga ain’t gonna sell you outonce you get inside. Maybe try to make hisself look good in front ofBrooks and Laveau by trappin yo black ass befo you get out?””Ain’t gonna happen?””How you know?””Cuz.” Replied Deon tersely.”Cuz what, you payin that nigga or what?” Pressed LD.”Damn nigga. What you grillin me fo? My man just said there ain’tgonna be no problem fo me gettin in or out. All’s I gotta do is sneak inthrough da back door at the time is right.””When tha time is right?””Dats what he said.””Who?” asked Stubbs, his brown eyes wide with wonder. He’d beenobserving LD and Deon’s verbal grapple silently until now. “Who lettin youinside? One of the security guards, right?””Dats for me to know nigga.””Why?” came LD, “If it’s somebody on the inside, why would dey riskgettin fired to help yo ass?” Stubbs face turn to LD and then Deon, whileLD raised a curious eyebrow. In minutes Deon had told them more about Mr.Brooks than any of them had heard in months. Then, the hulkish niggarevealed plans of crashing the party in some adolescent act of revengeagainst his perceived betrayer.”Don’t worry bout it. When it comes ta shit like this, representin yorep and race, niggas just man up like dis fo each other.””Reppin tha race huh?” balked LD. “You delusional as fuck Deon.””What chu tryin to say nigga?””All I’m sayin is, you’d be surprised how quick shit like `reppin yorace’ gets pushed aside when you put a fat ass check in front of a nigga.How much you think Brooks is payin those dudes? You think this inside manof yours is gonna fuck dat up over a teenage prank? Get real nigga!””Fuck if I know why he’s down.” replied Deon, shrugging his massiveshoulders. “Don’t really matter to me. Fact is if a nigga can get payback- get one in on his boss – while getting paid at tha same time, he won’tsweat tha details. If Brooks don’t know who let me in, he can’t do shit.”He can always just fire the whole staff.””Hey, not my problem. I jus know dat Brooks is bout to get his niggawake-up call. He wanna make hisself cozy wit all da crackers in town, Denhe gets to worry about niggas gettin into his shit just like the rest ofem.” A more than flawed plan was what Todd White – who had madeconveniently himself a silent shade in the background – had concluded.”And…” added Deon, almost as if he had been queued, “If I DO getcaught, I’ll know its becuz somebody snitched.” Deon’s menacing brown eyesfell to Todd’s shifting green ones.”You feel me knockin White Hot Hands?”Todd gulped,”Wait, W-What?””You narc on me, and I’ll bust yo ass up in ways that’ll make niggas begof belief.””H-Hey b*o,” replied Todd, his hands raised in a sign of surrender and anervous smile cracked on the edge of his mouth. “I didn’t hear nothing. I’m no snitch. I won’t say anything.” Todd’s jittery promise did not stopDeon from advancing on the lithe youth however.”You sure bout that? Maybe I oughta bust yo ass now just in case.” Deonstrode to the smaller white youth, his mammoth sized hands brought togetherin one fist being held in one open palm. The cracking sound that came fromDeon’s knuckles as he popped them sounded more like bones breaking, theneck of something as big as dog from the subsequent echo.”Yo dude, I swear I won’t tell anyo-!”Deon was upon him before he could finish his sentence, and had him bythe front of his shirt. His giant hand curled into a fist around thegripped fabric. Todd’s eyes widened in terror as Deon’s gaze fell towithin inches of his face.”Maybe I should fuck you up just to be sure!” growled the burly negro.Todd’s knees were on the verge of knocking together from the fear.”Aight aight, ease up Dough-boy!” came LD from their pairs’ side. Deonturned to the tall black man, his angered glare now turned upon his fellowteammate. “He gets the message. You’ll beat his ass if he squawks. Easeback.””Didn’t take you fo being soft on crackas too, LD.””Psh” sniffed LD, “I just don’t wanna hear Coaches’ mouth if Hot Handsrolls up t’ practice lookin all fucked up. You know he don’t play datshit. He’ll bust yo twice as hard for layin hands on people befo a game. Probably give you another lecture about you `wastin tackling fuel’.With this, the brute Deon was given reason for pause. He thought aboutit. Coach Black was more than a force to be reckoned with. “Wastingtackling fuel” was the staple line of a long lecture the Coach shouted atDeon while he did a seemingly endless onslaught of pushups. Deon’s crime?Getting caught banging the guts out of two cheerleaders in the locker roomthe day before an important away game. Coach had got in his ass major forthat stunt, as he felt wasting energy the day before a big game sabotagedtheir chances of winning. That day Deon been puffing and panting whileburying his massive twelve-inch manhood into not one, but two cheerleadinghotties – the half white, half Japanese minx Miko, and her ever-presentgirlfriend Pamela. The horny pair had all but accosted him in the lockerroom after practice that day. They’d snuck into the boys locker room andin no time flat Deon found himself getting sucked off by the sexy darkhaired amerasian and the equally hot white girlfriend. He swapped hishorse sized cock between their open holes, Miko and her taut buttstraddling Pamela and her tone spread legs on one of the locker roombenches. Deon was closing in on a most intense orgasm when Coach Blackgrabbed him by the tuft of his neck and broke up the tryst.As punishment, Deon had make it through wave after wave of push up reps,while simultaneously trying to make sense of Coach Black’s rant, filteredthrough his booming voice.I don’t give a flyin FUCK if it was FOUR pairs of white titties comingat you in the locker room! You wastin energy on pussy the day before gameis nothin short of a waste of tacklin fuel, boy! And wasted fuel from oneplayer is wasted fuel for the entire team! You feel me knockin son! Butif you insist on wastin fuel, we might as well make sure you work off someof dat blubber gathered round yo middle! How’s that sound Dough-Boy?!”The only thing that made the experience worse was the agonizing case ofblue balls that Deon had to suffer through while doing the reps. It was ahell of his own making, and it was safe to say that Coach Black was theonly person Deon found himself genuinely afraid of. While the bald headedinstructor had no particular love for and held no favor for Coxville’swhite players, he refused to stand for in-house fighting among teammates.It was something Black simply would not tolerate, as it caused teams tofall apart from the inside out. If Black learned that Deon had started atumult between the white and black players on the team, and in turn costthem the white hot winning streak they’d been on, that would – in no shortorder or uncertain terms – be Deon’s ass.He released his grip on the quivering White, and it was only after histrainers touched the gym floor that Todd released Deon had lifted and washolding him above ground! Jesus, is this nigger on roids or something? Why is he so strong thought Todd.His anger quelled, Deon turned away from the group and over to the blackbag. He went about checking the unseen contents of the duffel, while Toddstood behind rubbing at his neck and trying to rub out the wrinkles of hist-shirt collar.”So, what time we rollin den?” asked Stubbs, a excited look of almostboyish anticipated etched on his strong black features. This type ofup-close drama made television obsolete.”Duh fuck you mean `we’ Stubbs? Ya’ll niggas ain’t invited.””Sheeeit, the fuck we ain’t!” replied the short bald black man. “Youwouldn’t a told us all dat shit if you wasn’t tryin to bring niggas along.I seen plenty a heist movies. Niggas only spill that much of dey plan whendey tryin to recruit muphuckas” LD and Todd looked at each other, and thento Deon. LD cocked a smirk at Stubby’s deduction. The squirrelly niggahad a point. Why go into detail about such a plan if he wasn’tpropositioning them to go along for the ride?”You ain’t even down.” replied Deon, not willing to give Stubbs hisprops, but acknowledging the proposition all the same.”Fuck yeah I am boy!” belted Stubbs. “Sneakin into tha crip ofCoxville’s richest nigga? Only thing that’d get me to say no to dat wouldbe beaten up Todd’s momma’s pussy.””Fuck you Stubbs!” belted Todd, “And she’s not my mom!””Whata bout chu LD? You askin a million-three questions bout it. Mustmean you wanna get in on it too” said Stubbs, ignoring Todd’s retort. LDthought about it for a moment. He weighed the risks. If they got caughtbreaking into Brooks’ estate, they’d be more than fucked by the time wordgot to Coach Black. He couldn’t think of any real reason to get himselfinvolved in such a ridiculous and risky prank. A plan thought up Deon wasflawed from the jump, and that alone gave him ample reason to bow out ofthe proposed misadventure. However…”Fuck it…” was what came out of LD’s mouth, his eyes hidden behind hisshades. “Seein the look on yo face when shit goes south will almost beworth gettin chewed out by Coach.”That was the reason LD gave, but in truth he had another reason. Mr. Brooks was a living mystery, and if nothing else, LD wanted to see what theelusive man was living like in Coxville. The surrounding secrets and halfbits of info on the man was silently impelling LD to move. Driving him tofind out for himself just who this Brooks nigga was to have the town soriled up. LD wanted to see if all the rumors and hearsay about theeccentric nigga was true.”You goin too, White Hot Hands?” asked Stubby.”Well…” Began Todd. He thought about it. He didn’t trust any ofthese guys. They were bound to get him in trouble, and would likely betrayhim the first chance they got. However…he recalled what his bitchstepmother had said to him during Miss Laveau visit to their house. Adultsonly, in that bitchy Russian lilt of hers. He hated how Anya always triedtreating him like a k**, despite the fact she wasn’t even really that mucholder than him (not by that much at least). He didn’t want to go. He washonestly quite scared of the idea of getting caught. But Todd White knewthat sneaking into Brooks’ estate would be going against his stepmother’swishes. It would be defiance of the highest order. And the only thingTodd liked more than watching the trophy wife’s big tits and ass bounce andgiggle around the house, it was seeing her fume with anger at his defiance.”Yeah…yeah I’m going too. Fuck yeah.” Todd said. Deon snortedsomething less than jovial. He really didn’t want Todd going along. ToDeon this trick was one rooted in pride and retribution (albeit it a pettytrick rooted in a lacking line of logic).”Dis like some old Ocean’s Eleven type shit.” Laughed Stubby. For him,this was just another way for him to get another thrill. Stubby, theadrenaline junkie he was, found himself near trembling at the thought ofsuch an endeavor. Stubbs only found himself this excited for two otheractivities; sports and banging out fine white pussy. The idea of invadingan exclusive party and sneaking into it `Ocean’s Eleven’ style had himcrackling with excitement. For Stubbs, it was all about the thrill.”All’s we gotta do is make sure White Hot Hands doesn’t try catchinganything.””Fuck you Stubbs!” came Todd.LD chuckled to himself. This would probably end very badly for the lotof them. But a silent, almost intoxicating lure to Brooks’ mansion spurredthem on. It drew them with an unknowable attraction that could not beperceived through sight, sound, touch or smell, yet held their sensessimultaneously all the same. And that attraction caused them all to drawto the same silent conclusion of Fuck it, why not?…< To my oldest comrade Kostya,I write you this letter with a trembling and unsteady hand. I am not atsea, though the slurred and sloppy state of my handwriting will hintotherwise. In truth old friend, I am writing in the near dark of my hotelroom, under the singular faint glow of the candlelight that the Inn keeperof this accursed establishment was kind enough to give me, a minisculeconsolation for what has befallen me. I am in a lowered and ruined stateoldest friend. The past three days have been a whirlwind of nebulousactivity. Things have happened which, in all honesty, I can barelydifferentiate between truth and fiction. I feel as if my life has somehowspiraled into some macabre yarn of dark horror. A dark yarn filled withdark people...with my beloved Inna as the centerpiece.I must explain, trembling hands or not. It was three days ago. I, mybrother and my Inna were enjoying an afternoon walk in the more denselypopulated areas of New Orleans. Our captain Hughes - whom I've writtennumerous times to have never trusted - was elsewhere, up to his varioustasks and dealings. Over the course of our stay - stretched to a fortnight- had truly come to enjoy this place. The sights and sounds, the smells ofthis strange land and its deluge of queer peoples were unlike anything wehad seen back home in Cherniderivo. Where home is endless valleys andnature, New Orleans is a jungle of buildings fashioned round mazes of woodand stone. Inna in particular had grown quite fond of the mixed andmulti-racial areas of the land. The various languages and dialects, musicsand craftings, all of it became quite a lure for her. Her beauty - as Inow realize - inspire all around her a sort of hypnotic softening ofcharacter in women, and a solidifying of gentlemanly conduct in men. Andin my titanic foolishness Kostya, I allowed her to go off alone. Thinkingthat - as a foreigner on unknown business - my Inna would be safe from themore dubious inhabitants of this town. I want to ask myself how I was toknow. How was I to know that such individuals dwelled in a place thatappeared to be so cheerful and inviting to travelers such as us. How wasI... apologies friend, my hands skip ahead of the narrative. I was lookingthrough the various shops and establishments. I became preoccupied withsome of the drawn findings s**ttered about. Art and bits of language thatI've never seen before. I took to reading the numerous signs and postersthat laid strewn about the avenues and streets. My fancy for strange newdialects and my want to better my English guiding me like a foolhardy youngschool boy. Inna and my brother meanwhile went about their ownexplorationsWhile along one particular bustling street, I was stopped by one piece Ifound posted on one of the larger public walls. A yellowed piece ofparchment. It caught my attention among the multitude of posters andpamphlets, advertisement and attempted colonial propaganda that wereplastered on the wall. The picture displayed was of a horrifying scowlingcountenance - a truly brutish and unsightly thing - of a cartoonishly drawnnigger man. I was fascinated by the exaggerated details of his face andbody. His stark African facial features, wide nosed and big-lipped, hisblack mane of tangled course and curly hair, and a thick beard that wouldmake even our most manly of Russian brethren envious. A giant in all butname and naturalist classification. His body was drawn in such a way, hismuscles large and defined that it would almost seem impossible for a livingman, though probable in the writings of myth. Da, myths that hail not fromour beloved mother Russia, but from the dark jungles of Africa, where Ihear all manner of black magic and undercurrent dealings with maliciousentities hails.There was a silent power about the figure, and unspoken strength and -dare I say - cruelty settled on the man-b**st's muscles and carved deepinto his labor-worn face. Impossible, da. An impossible man etched beforeme, and hurled into the fantastic when one set his or her eyes on thedrawings lower quarters. The cartoon man drawn on the piece of parchmentwas illustrated with what had to have been the largest male member I'veever seen on a two legged being. The artist had spent an excessive amountof time drawing every nuance and vein of this...this monstrosity! It wasdisturbing and yet somehow macabrely fascinating to the eye. I confess toyou comrade, I was drawn to the etching in a way that should be perceivedas impure and most strange from a married man.My English, poor as it is, could only decipher certain words writtenbelow the crude drawing. "Escape.Nigger.Reward". It was only when mybrother found me in my bewitched analysis and explained to me what wordsmeant and the drawing represented, that my curiosity was replaced with astartling sense of dread. The paper was what the Americans call a "WantedPoster". Not at all unlike the bulletin messages and announcement ourtownsmen leave on the walls of Cherniderivo's center square. I learnedthat this creature, this b**stly black man with the inhuman penis and theg****fruit sized testicles, was a slave. A slave who belonged to a wealthyman - a landowner - hailing from the deeper southern regions of theselands. This slave, this `nigger' as my brother read me the words, wassorely wanted by the landowner, as the escaped man ranked as his mostprized property worker and `bull'. The poster's exaggerated detail of theb**st (for no men in this world carry such weapons below their waists) wasdrawn to express the particulars of what made this bull, this ProsperoBlack, so desired for return by his master. As it was, the escaped niggerwas hiding somewhere in New Orleans, and a reward was to be given to anyonewho had information on the runaway's whereabouts.This revelation unsettled me. I was even more unnerved when my brother-ever in search of new methods of making himself a bit of coin - toyedbefore me the mad idea of pursuing the creature for the proposed bounty. The thought of such a man roaming free caused me tremble. The thought ofchasing something so menacing through these strange foreign streets nearcaused my knees to knock together. That a man so frightening and unruly,and in possession of a manhood that looked like it could satisfy a femalehorse, caused my heart to beat rapidly.I immediately put down my brother's insane proposal and went after Inna,hastily racing down the cobblestone streets in such a panicked state thatmy brother had to almost sprint just to keep up. Leaving Inna alone insuch a dangerous place, letting her roam around in a land that hosted suchvile and b**stly men, I could not allow it. I recalled how taken thedarker men of New Orleans were with her when we had arrived. How theirhungry gazes fell to my Inna's bountiful lily white endowments, how theyglared at the curves of her dress like a pack of famished wolves. Granted,that bastard Hughes and his crewmen were guilty of a similar crime, yet itnever threatened or struck me as anything but crude men making crude jokes.These black fellow however, though they do not speak or spoke very littleto my Inna, their eyes glowed with something...real. I explain, a realthreat of taking my Inna for themselves, and using their powerful frames todo all manner of vileness to my beloved Inna's gorgeous body. That threatI felt in the back of my mind I now realize upon our arrival to thisaccursed place. And to a b**st like this Black, my Inna would likely be aprize piece of prey. I had to protect her Kostya, protect my wife from thedangers of these heretic foreign lands, filled with their strange peoplesand customs and corrupt sea captains.The chaotic beating in my breast eased upon finally finding her. Shehad found her way to a particular shop that sold elegant dresses. Mybrother came up behind me moments after, nearly breathless from his pursuitof me. I was eased to find my wife safe and unharmed. I ran to her andexpressed my relief of finding her unsullied by this town and its people.Inna, naïve in the way a curious and innocent c***d would be, found myfears to be ridiculous and completely unwarranted. She expressed how shewas safe, and insisted I not be such a worrisome husband. Then she broughtmy attention to the Negress she had been conversing with in front of theshop. Kostya...when I say I have seen wondrous things over the course ofmy journey. Wonderous, terrible and heart-striking things during theduration of this damned quest for financial gain, I almost epitomize it byattempting to describe the dark skinned goddess my Inna had madeacquaintance with. If only I'd known...us men are such fools for the lureof women and their endowments. She possessed the beauty and grace of thegoddess Ziva, and the physical health and bountifulness of Zaria, and wasmatched with a mystique and unspeakable intrigue in her stark brown eyes ofall the Zorias. She had rich and blemishless brown skin and breasts thatrounded and held large and high from inside her otherwise modest garments.Her almost supernaturally slim waist attested to a dainty femine build,while her bare sturdy shoulders erotically contradicted of a hintedstrength doubtless gained from copious labor. And if this weren't enoughto give me pause, her face was a portrait of unfettered foreign beauty thelikes of which I've never seen on a Negress. It is possible she may havebeen `mulatto', that is a `half-breed' to us in our native Russian. I canbarely describe how striking and desirable her full lips, perfectly roundedface, high cheek bones and piercing eyes looked. I could barely bringmyself to utter a syllable when my brother - ever the bold pursuer ofwomen, big and small, black or white - introduced himself and me to theNegress. Her name was foreign, and one that I am still having troublespelling in the wake of what happened not long after this initialencounter. My attempt to spell it is doubtlessly wrong. A strange thing,since it and the infamous - niet, accursed - name of Prospero Black hasbeen repeated over and over again by own lips like some sort of anti-prayeror chant for the better part of a day now. I am uncertain if the name isspelled Mary, or Marie, perhaps even Mareie, and the surname - a hauntingbrand doubtless being synonymous with `enchanter' or temptress - Lavoo,Lovu, or perhaps Lav--*****"Babe, you hear me up there!?" Anya was shocked out of her trance ofreading. She jumped, startled at the boom of the voice that came fromdownstairs."W-What?!" Anya shouted back, her knee jerk anger at being frightened byTom's sudden intrusion."It's almost six o clock'. Knowing you it's going to take three hoursfor you to get ready."Anya gasped. Had so much time really passed? Had she really beensitting in the attic that long reading these strange letters? Apparentlyso. Time had just seemed to drop away in the face of such strangerevelations about Anya's family. She'd never known of such an expeditionby her ancestors. Her grandmother, nor her grandfather, not even herfather had told her about a Cherninov travelling to America before her. Itwas a fascinating tale to her. Her ancestor Sergei, his brother and wifeInna having made their way to America. It made her wonder, and wonder moreabout why her mother - who obviously knew the tale - had passed on theletters to her in secret. What happened to Sergei and his wife? What wentwrong during their travel? She was dying to know. She wanted to keepreading, but--"Anya, we gotta get a move on!"Anya sniffed in frustration."Ok, ok, I'm coming!" she shouted behind her.She hastily collected the assortment of yellowed papers and placed themback into the box. Fascinating tale as it was, it would have to hold untillater. Tonight was the night of Mr.Brooks' party, and tardiness - by wordof Miss Adela Laveau herself - would not be tolerated. She got up from thecorner of the room where she was sitting. Looking out through the smallwindow on the gable's end of the attic, she saw the glow of the waning sunas it began to make its decent behind the hills of greater Coxville. Itwas the first time she realized that she could - from the left angle of thewindow - actually see the hill where Mr. Brooks' estate stood.In its completion, it looked high and beyond regal as it overlooked thevast outstretch of Coxville county. Even from a distance, Anya could tellthe place was gorgeous. A white and black colonial styled mansion, fittedwith a beautiful green assortment making up a front side garden and hedges.Settled just atop of the mountain, looking like the mansion was almostwatching over the rest of the town. Anya's heartbeat jutted the slightestbit. It was the feeling one gets when they've been caught staring atsomeone. In that moment, while staring at the structure of the mansion,when Anya felt that shock of `being caught'. The feeling that eyes were onher, gazing at her hard from...where? The mansion? Not possible, she wasentirely too far away and hidden from sight for anyone inside the Brooksestate to her. And all the same, the phantom sensation of eyes staringback at her while she surveyed the mansion from afar continued."Anya!" Broke in Tom's voice, breaking her out of her curious trance."< For goddess sake, calm the fuck down you loud man! > Anya cursedback in Russian.”I don’t know what you just said, but I know it wasn’t nice. Chop chophoney, we’ve got a date with the richest man in town. Get that model assof yours movin.”Anya puffed her cheeks in a bratty pout aimed at no one, and collectedherself. She then made her way downstairs and undressed herself inpreparation of a shower. So many things running through her mind with theunraveling mysteries of her family’s past, that she didn’t even notice thestrange, dingy red color that the sky took on as the sun slowly set on thehorizon and passed over Brooks manor….Tom White was right about one thing; his wife’s preparation for theparty was a lengthy and time consuming process. It had taken her nearthirty minutes just showering, rubbing every inch of her body with an arrayof scented soaps, and going through her hair with sweet smelling shampoosand conditioners. In the end her medium toned skin glowed almost as muchher dark hair glossed with its raven sheen. Her wardrobe was combedthrough thoroughly, and several elegant numbers were dawned, and thenpromptly taken off again. Anya saw every social event she went to as akind of formal battle. And her attire was this evening would serve as herarmor. She proceeded to take the next hour and some plus minutes goingthrough a wave of potential outfits. A tight fitting green dress whichseemed just a bit too formal. A leggy – though a bit too casual- summerdress. The same outfit she had worn on the night of the girl’s book clubmeeting, which she – in a protective decision – decided against, for therewere far too many memories attached to article now that she did not wish torevisit just then. Penultimately it fell to a debate between a skinhugging blue skirt which showcased the toned muscle and curves of her legsand thighs to perfection, and an equally tight little black skirt thatseductively meshed with glossy raven hair and sultry allure of her darkeyes. In the end, the black dress won as the outfit of the evening. Sexy,but elegant, and put just enough of her exotic features on display that itwould make her stand out amongst the crowd.The amount of time it took for Anya to apply the perfect application ofmakeup caused Tom to stir uncomfortably downstairs in the house livingroom. Wearing a simple failsafe outfit of white shirt, black tie, slacksand jacket, Tom consulted his watch nervously as he paced.”Anya, we’re gonna be late!” he bellowed in frustration. The downsideof having a former model for a wife, he’d deduced, was that the effort andstrain of taking her out in public almost never seemed worth the trouble.Tom felt some vague sense of irony lying somewhere in that thought.”< Such an impatient man >” Anya grumbled in Russian when she finallydescended downstairs and into the house foyer. Tom’s jaw near dropped uponsetting eyes on her. He gave a low whistle of approval.”Hoo~wee, they better have an ambulance on call, because you’re gonnacause a semi-pile up’s worth of accidents honey.” Anya blushed.”Is cute, da? Not too much?” she asked coyly.”It’s perfect.” Tom replied. In actuality he thought his wife’sclothing selection may have left a bit less to the imagination than thenight should have allowed. But that was alright. Tom wanted to make animpression, and Anya was about as striking an accessory as a man could get.Her cleavage sat firm and pert under the fabric of her black skirt, thethin straps coming high around her sculptured shoulders, and the broach shewore around her neck – the one Tom had given her as a `welcome home’present on her first night in America – acted as the perfect lure for herimpressive chest. The same trick applied to the hoop earrings she wore. They baited the observer to gaze at her jaw, which in turn led to her highcheek bones before causing one’s gaze to settle at her full lips, whichwere coated with a ruby shade of lipstick. Anya turned in place to giveTom a 360 view of her evening attire. Almost instantly he felt the earlyjolts of an erection rise in his pants, and for a moment Tom toyed with theidea of getting in a quick fuck before the party. However, he put thisidea down when he took into consideration how – after fucking – Anya wouldhave to run upstairs and likely start the preparation process all overagain. To his credit, Tom didn’t look too shabby in his own right, Anyathought. Being a fit and clean cut man, Tom White was certainly consideredto be a prize catch among most women in Coxville. Together they knewthey’d make for one of the most attractive couples at the party. Soonafter they were out the door, with Tom taking a moment or two to admire hiswife’s perfectly sculptured ass sway from side to side – punctuated with aslight jiggle from each cheek – in that classically feminine shift of hips.Walking to the car Tom let out another low whistle. As she walked passedhim, he caught a whiff of her scent in the catch of air as it passed bythem.”Wow, you smell great too. I’m gonna be the envy of every guy there, nodoubt about that.””What else would expect when wife is `doch iz Cherniderivo’?” Tom hadheard her use that phrase numerous times before. He’d repeatedly asked herwhat it meant, and repeatedly she’d just shoot him a coy flirtatious smile.He just figured it was some kind of Russian slang for `sexy Russian bitch’or `hot Russian minx’. That’s what it meant when he heard it anyway. Anyashot him a charmed – if a bit cocky – smirk of approval, and left thematter at that. Moments after, they were off to the abode of Coxville’srichest man, the elusive Mr. Brooks. …The drive to Brooks’ manor was a relatively quiet one. Anya made somelast minute applications to her makeup, putting dabs of this and that whilelooking in the passenger’s overhead mirror.”You remember invitation, da?” asked Anya.”Da dear, they haven’t gotten away from since the last time youasked…all thirty seconds ago.””Just checkink. We both know how bad you are with keepink track ofthinks.” Anya paused when she spied the actual manor, her breath caught inher throat. The estate was immense! Her view from the gable window in theattic didn’t even come close to doing the manor justice. At two storiesplus, it was a monument to southern elegance and luxury. It stood tall, abroad colonial styled estate, decorated with a small garden that startedfrom the front and circled all the way around the property, almost markingthe full sum of square inches as `Brooks owned’. As they approached – andor the first time – Anya felt the slightest pang of nervousness take her inthe form a small knot settling in the deepest part of her stomach. Tonightwas going to be important night for the White family. Anya could feel thatin her bones.Small lights lined the way along a huge pathway and around the houseperimeter, and illuminated the manor in a way no other house in Coxvilledid. It had to be the brightest lit residence in the county. The set oflights at the front of the abode went in straight lined path that ended atthe steps of the huge arching doorway.”Man oh man…Brooks doesn’t mess around with his digs” Tom confessed ina low whistle.The opening of what was a huge side parking area near the right side ofthe manor was blocked by a large metal gate that was being guarded (more orless) by a young man of no older than nineteen. The boy was – as Tom couldsee – checking each car that drove up for invitations, and was wearing ablack and white concierge uniform. Tom slowly drove up to the boy androlled his window down.”Invitation please?” said the boy in a cracked teenager’s stammer. Hisvoice instantly caught in his throat upon setting eyes on Anya. Tom made aslight show of retrieving the invitation and handing it to the boy.”Ah, Mr. and Mrs. White. Mr. Brooks is very happy you could make itthis evening.”The entire time the boy spoke – a young fellow with messy brown hair anda pock-marked face – Tom noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off Anya’sbountiful cleavage. His glance never wavering from his Russian bride’sfull, lithe and curvy form nestled in the leather seat.”Uh-p-please, feel free to park anywhere along the marked area.””Thank you much, son” nodded Tom, not taking offense to the boy’s lessthan subtle ogling of his wife. This was what Tom wanted after all. Attention to Anya meant attention for him. The young man looking like hewas about to cream in his pants just at the mere sight of Anya reaffirmedthat fact. Tom drove ahead, the gate closing automatically behind them,and if Tom had bothered to look back at the young concierge, he just mighthave noticed the boy’s almost frantic attempt at trying to hide the meagertent pitched in his pants upon greeting the next car that arrived. Tomsettled the car between two others. Both vehicles – as Tom abruptlynoticed – looked very similar to his own…though his (in Tom’s opinion)still considerably better.He an Anya exited the car and made their way to the front of the manor.They crossed the lush, freshly tended garden, and Anya gasped at the upclose view of its beauty and scale. She instantly understood why theconstruction of the place had taken so long, and also why the variousbuilders and craftspeople she’d seen running all around this place in itscreation days had been so adamant about placing everything in just theprecise way according to Mr. Brook’s design. It looked like an estatethat had come out of some other time. Some other time, though fitted withthe proper modern exterior elements such as the stream of lights that wouldbe necessary for guests to enter the property.”You can only imagine how much dough he put down to get this place setup.” Said Tom, eyeing their surroundings.As they walked, Anya noticed movement up ahead. Large shadows walkingaround the manor. A group of black suited guards were positioned along thehouses’ perimeter. They most definitely stood out, even despite beingdressed in stark black on such a dark and almost starless evening. All ofthem were big men – no – huge men by the look of them. Their musclesrippled and bulged from under their clothing. All of them wore uniformblack suits, with matching ties and white undershirts that appearedstarched and creased to a near sharpened edge. Tom noticed the guards amoment after Anya did.”Hell, where’d Brooks pick up these guys from, the top of the beanstalk?” Anya didn’t follow Tom’s meaning at first, and he was forced togive her the abridged tale of Jack and the Bean Stalk. Indeed, these menwere giants! The smallest of them stood at an easy five-eleven, while ofthe tallest of them towered at six-six! Not only that, they were all aboutas black as Anya had ever seen a man.”Wouldn’t want to run into any of these guys in a dark alley at night.”Whispered Tom. I’m glad Brooks’ is payin these boys to be on our side. Place like this would probably attract a lot of negative attention fromother parts of town.”Anya knew which part of town Tom was referring to, and she silentlynodded her head. The dreaded `N-Town’ or `Nigger Town’ as some of the moreoutspoken individuals within the suburban community called it. Anya didn’tknow much about that particular region of the county, but she knew from Tom- as well as everyone else living in their neighborhood – she was to never- under any circumstances, go there alone…ever. They spoke with suchfervor and certainty that Anya had heeded the warning without as much as a`why’.She wrapped an arm around Tom’s in a gesture of wanted protection asthey walked between two of the guards standing watch. Though she knew theywere safe here at the manor, she subtly tightened her grip on her the purseshe carried at her side as well. Of the five men that Anya saw, the twowho they’d passed first ranked among the largest. They stood just in frontof the ascending set of stairs below the grand arching doorway, their armsfolded in front of them like silent black sentinels. They looked at thecouple with scanning dark brown eyes. Anya was unsettled by their glances,as she felt that they lingered for perhaps a bit longer than they needed toon Anya’s body.”Sir…Ma’am” came the two guards in unison.”At ease boys” smirked Tom, a bit more snark on his tongue than wasnecessary.Their features were strong; wide noses, thick jaws, huge arms and hands,and squared shoulders that gave them an almost overwhelming aura ofstrength as Anya observed. Indeed, Brooks had hired giants to watch overthem tonight. The probing and appraising looks they’d given her and Tomunsettled her, yet she was – in fact – oddly comforted by the fact thatthey would be the ones watching over them tonight. The dark giants keepingan unwavering vigil outside, while the well-to-do upper class men and womenof Coxville partied and socialized inside. As Tom and Anya went up thestairs – old styled oaken steps – they noticed the third guard standing infront of the large white double doors.”Invitation sir?” Asked the man, another large and burly suited Negro,in a deep bass tone.”Sure thing” said Tom with a smirk, letting go the slight of having toshow his invitation twice.The guard observed the slip of decorated parchment, and gave the couplea final – half-suspicious glance- before nodding his head approvingly.”Mr. and Mrs. White…” the man bellowed in his deep voice afteranother moment of silence. “We’re honored to have you as our gueststonight”, said the guard.”Why, thank you much sir.” said Tom.”Please, enter…”And with that, the guard – in a single turn of his huge hand – openedthe golden doorknob of one of the double doors, giving them passage intothe house proper.”Enjoy your evening.””Oh, we will son, we will…” replied Tom with a dismissive wave of hishand.As the couple passed, Anya only half-noticed the guard’s sneer at Tom’shead, and didn’t notice at all how approvingly the guard observed theluscious orbs of her ass as he closed the manor door behind them.”Tom…” said Anya, “why you talk such way to guards? Is rude, da?””Nah, not really”, replied Tom in a smirk of certainty. He leaned inand surreptitiously whispered into her ear. “Those guys get paid to takecrap from us.”Anya cocked an eyebrow at this; uncertain of how true it held. She’dnever had servants or anything of the like in her previous life withinCherniderivo, and the American customs she’d come to know of the upperclass often seemed strange to her.”Brooks is probably paying them a mint just to keep us happy. Andhell…” Tom scanned the expanse of the room, turning his left and thenright. “Compared to some of this old white Coxville money that’s walkingaround tonight, me doing a bit of razing the way I did is likely gonna bethe most polite thing those boys hear all night.”As Tom said this, he surveyed the grounds and the crowd that populatedit. The Brooks estate was simply astonishing! The large golden chandelierbeamed a white – but rather warm – light down on the manor foyer, animmaculately furbished, brilliantly painted piece of southern styledarchitecture. The room was lit perfectly, and showcased some of the finerpieces present. The walls had been painted a gorgeous crème color, and themarble floor was strewn about them near sparkled in a black and whitecheckered pattern that was clear enough that one could see his or face ownface in the tiles. There was large decorated serving table settled to thefar side of the room which held a huge spread of delectable looking dishes.Pastries and meats, appetizers and gourmet treats that could have only beencrafted by expert chefs. The room glowed with the aura and scent of highend allure. The work that Miss Laveau and staff had been maddeninglyenfolded in had paid off in spades. It was lavish, but not over the top.Regal but not opulent, and held solid oak furnishings that hinted of adeeply rooted love of southern roots. It stood above anything people hadever seen constructed in way of homes within the county, yet it stillseemed to fit right in with Coxville’s aesthetic charm.At the center of the giant foyer was an assortment of comfortablelooking plush couches, love seats, and a small collection of large stylizedchairs all facing an oaken coffee table that was placed in the center ofthe array. The assortment of seats all faced each other in an inwardcircle, and beneath it all lay a huge beautiful black woven rug. A largernumber of guests had positioned themselves in this area and were engagingin small talk. Anya looked ahead and above her in wonder at the rest ofthe manor. Lilting orchestral music played from unseen speakers positionedsomewhere overhead. The gentle plucking and running of cello and violinstrings that sounded vaguely familiar to her, and giving the manor analmost ballroom like feel.The diverting stairway on the far ends ahead in the room were bothblocked off by velvet ropes clasped onto erected black stands. This hintedto the raven haired Russian that – while more than willing to go that extramile for his guests – Mr. Brooks wasn’t about to altogether relinquish hisprivacy. She respected that, finding it to be a distinguished choice onhis part. All in all, the place looked like something out of the old fairytales she read as a girl. The gorgeous keep of a king who was hosting aball fit for a princess. She near swooned at the thought of living in sucha place.”This house is…” She began, Tom’s signature whistle cutting in whereher English failed. “Bozche moi!”If this Mr. Brooks is anything like his house, he must be oneimpressive man, Anya thought. She would never admit it out loud, but ifthis Brooks fellow had been living in Coxville earlier, around the timeshe’d first moved from Russia, she’d have seriously reconsidered herarrangement with Tom. It sounded terrible in her mind, but Anya couldn’tfight her attraction to the sheer scale and elegance of this place. Afurther observation showed many of the guests had already arrived, and weremaking conversation with one another.They talked and laughed about one another silently, while doing theirbest to appear as unrattled as possible by how superior the Brooks estatewas to their own. And all around them were nothing short of the finest menand women in town. All of them dressed down in the finest silks, satins,cottons and such. All smiling white faces, from middle aged to what wouldbe politely stated as `wizened’ rather than old. It was only twentyminutes passed nine, and already the party was nearing full swing. Of theguest nearly all of them had shown up. Those who didn’t would be thesubject of negative discourse for weeks to come.Tom took a moment to point out several of the more notable characterspresent. They were all important figures within the Coxville community inone way or another. Some more important than others, and others trying tomake themselves appear more important than they knew themselves to be. Almost everyone had arrived with their significant other in tow. The ownerof the first County bank and his beautifully tall brown haired wife. Theassistant to the mayor of Coxville, along with his twin daughters twoatheletically built brunettes in their mid twenties. The sheriff of theCoxville Police department and his voluptuous – if slightly plump – black-haired vision of a wife. As the night went on, Anya gradually began tonotice a peculiar trend in the cast of the evening. With the women presentat the party to be exactlAnya noticed that that all the wives – at the very least the ones whoTom insisted on pointing out to her – , by some very strange common trait,had very large breasts. The average size – as she saw it – were D’s, andwere showcased in various methods through slits, dress tops and all mannerof cleavage adorned through fitted dresses and skirts. It somewhat madesense that the most beautiful women of Coxville would have married the mostpowerful men, with their daughters in inheriting their mother’s physicalendowments, It wasn’t until seeing them all occupying the same space thatshe’d noticed the abundance of breasts and rounded hips that apparentlyexisted within the community. Anya supposed, herself hailing from acommunity where large breasts and well endowed women were common, that thistrend simply slipped passed her. The revelation might have rattled herconfidence if she weren’t well aware of her own immense pair of mammeries.Its almost like back home, she thought. Mama, her sisters Sonya andKatya, all of her aunts on her mother’s side of the family, and – hell -she even recalled her grandmother being equip with particularly largebreasts in photos she’d seen of her in her youth. Strange, the ravenhaired Russian thought. Strange how these small towns bear such wellendowed women…The guests, close to twenty in number, upon Anya and Tom’s arrival, hadnoticed the couple’s entry, despite their best attempts not to notice. Itwas harder for the men in the room not to take notice of Anya walkingsultrily inside her stunning black number. Her medium skin and exotic darkeyes stood out among the milieu of blue and green eyes and lily white skinthat most of the women had.Tom meanwhile had immediately taken notice of the seven, drop deadgorgeous hostesses that were walking to and fro across the room. They wereall clad in simple yet very classy looking service uniforms of shortsleeved white button-down blouses, high black skirts that showed much ofthe women’s youthful curves and flawless thighs, and matching heels thatperfectly punctuated their calve and leg muscles. Tom noticed they wereall carrying trays strewn with an array of rich delicacies and fancilyprepared alcoholic drinks that the guests were simply ravenous in eatingand drinking up. Crab cakes, buttered and baked treats, sautéed morselsthat caused guests faces to melt in delight.”Well well” Tom said, his voice hushed just beneath the general tambourof the room. “Looks like even the mayor and the `mother of Coxville’herself is gracing us with their presence tonight” said Tom, his eyessettling on a particular collection of guests in the room.Tom subtlety guided Anya’s glance to the sight an older (teetering intoelderly) pair of man and woman standing in one corner of the estate lobby.The man was a rather dumpy, though finely suited gentleman in his mid tolate fifties. His hair was but a solid ring of silver that swirled aroundthe spherical top of his shiny bald head. He had hawkish facial features.A downward slopping nose, thin lips curled in a permanent fake campaignposter smile, and blue eyes that displayed a politician’s tact, and aboutas much humor. Henry Van Buskirks, the mayor of Coxville County himself,was here. He held a thick brown cigar in the side of his mouth as thoughhe had been born with it, and his thick belly fat jiggled as he laughed atsome remark the bald mayor’s assistant next to him had made.”Old Van Buskirks.””He is town mayor, da?” said Anya.”Yep. It’s no surprise he’s here. The kind of capital and resourcesBrooks is sitting on could make reelection a cake walk for the old coot.”The woman standing next to the mayor struck Anya as far more pleasing tothe eye. She was tall and had a mane of glorious blond hair that pooleddown to her exceptionally trim back. She wore an elegant dress which -Anya silently confessed – most women her age would kill to be able to walkaround in in public. Its tight cut and slim fit showcased the olderwoman’s shapely and very healthy looking curves and – most striking to Anya- her immense round breasts. While the gathering of women all seemed to bein possession of large healthy mammories, this older beauty seemed to standabove the lot with the biggest pair! Age had certainly not broken thiswoman’s physique. It was remarkable, as the woman’s gorgeous figure defiedthe lines, crow’s feet and scant s**ttering of wrinkles worn here and thereon her face.”Mrs. Candy Cox herself. Former `Miss Dairy’ from 69-71, poster-womanfor Coxville County.” pointed out Tom.”Is very beautiful, Mrs. Cox” said Anya, the name `Cox’ sounding like”Cooks”.”Mayor Van Buskirks has been trying to get into her pants since highschool they say. Looks like the old geezer’s still at it, even aftermarrying Mrs. Van Buskirks.”And as if on cue, the mayor’s wife came into view from the crowd,walking into the gathered socializing circle holding a glass of blackcolored wine, the relaxed and slightly hazed expression on her face hintingthat it hadn’t been her first drink of the evening. Mrs. Van Buskirks -Ronda to the few who earned her as a close enough acquaintance – was alsoblonde, tall and almost equally remarkable in shape for a woman her age. Almost…but not quite as incredible as Mrs.Cox.Ronda was more of lithe musculature type in her body than in theshorter, shapelier figure of Mrs. Cox. Arguably the mayor’s wife hadfirmer legs and rounder hind quarters than her fellow party-goer. She woreher hair in a high bee-hive haircut that made her look perhaps moreconservative than expected, and carried an aristocratic poise that teetereddangerously close to arrogance by Anya’s observation. While beautiful,there was a faintly foreboding facial expression permanently creased on herface. It made her look significantly less charming while she stood next toMiss Candy, who always seemed to be wearing a warm smile on her aged face.It made the mayor’s wife look permanently annoyed with something, orsomeone. Anya theorized that this frustration hailed from the Mayor’sincessant flirtations with Mrs. Cox.Anya couldn’t help but notice how similar Mrs. Cox and Mrs. VanBuskirks looked to each other. Both of them blond, same shade of blueeyed, and carrying an amazing figure that Anya would have sworn must havebeen the boon of family genes. Anya asked Tom if the two women were infact related, to which Tom replied plainly,”Nah. Men in Coxville just have a thing for blondes.””And you’re thinkink somehow you’re different for marryink Russian girl,no?”Tom chuckled, “Nothin like that babe. I just know a better breed ofwoman when I see one is all.”Tom smirked at her, trying to turn on the charm in the wake of realizinghe’d made his way into a den of Coxville’s finest. He kissed her on thecheek, and Anya playfully nudged Tom before telling him to continue withthe night’s cast. The mayor’s daughter – Natalie Van Buskirks – thespitting image of her mother in beauty and physique. Natalie stood just afew feet further away from the trope of old people, being polite abouthaving to be around so many old people – her parents especially – and anonly somewhat forced smile carved onto her face that hinted the young ladywas concerned if `uncool’ was contagious.A vision of gorgeous youth at a healthy 19 years, Tom figured thatNatalie had been dragged her by her parents to keep up appearances of beingthe happy conservative family. And – likely – to brush shoulders with afew of the younger up-and-comers in town with the prospect of getting toknow his daughter on a more personal – and political lucrative – level. Byall appearances however, they were the poster family for Coxville’ssouthern aristocracy. Ronda and Candy engaged in a light heartedconversation. One filled with perhaps a bit too much smiling and phonierlaughter than was needed. Natalie meanwhile could help a subtle rolling ofher eyes at the pair, while the Mayor tried his hand at playing referee.Tom’s sight wander to the opposite end of the room. To his surprise – avery scrawny, very nerdy looking young black man was present. He hadn’tthe foggiest idea who this young man – likely eighteen- was, but his thickrimmed glasses and droopy facial features gave him an almost cartoonishquality that Tom immediately felt didn’t fit with the beauty of thegathered cast at al. Tom had sworn he’d seen this k**’s face on TV. Aparticular family sitcom from some years back, and on a character namedUrkel.”Don’t know how in the Sam hill he got invited…” Tom said, nudging hishead in the direction of the boy.The nerd – revealed later to him to be none other than N-Town’s ownlocal genius Melvin – was decked out complete in a pair of high hemmedslacks, crème colored under shirt and brown tweed jacket. His ensemble wascomplete with a bow tie that hung tight around his neck, and was sobrightly colored as to make the eyes of any observer almost feel assaulted.Melvin was having a conversation with -to Tom’s immediate delight- MissAdela Laveau herself. Miss Laveau looked downright stunning – ebony sex ontwo legs -in a pure white dress that hugged tightly to her meaty hips andthe twin moons of her bountiful ass, an attractive gold belt fashioned tolook like a thin chain looped around her 40 inch hips, the solid muscles ofher calves accentuated by the stylish black high heels she wore.Tom had wanted nothing more than to fuck her with everything he had thefirst day they’d met. Opening his front door to see her smilingcountenance and goddess-like body standing before him with his partyinvitation had near been enough to make him nut in his pants on generalprinciple.Tom had never found black women particularly attractive; too hard toplease in bed and far too much attitude about them, but Miss Laveau was onechoice piece of chocolate he’d love to take a stab at. She smiled and madesmall talk with the nerd, a brown skinned vision engaging in tete a tetewith what looked like an oversize toad equip with a waifish build. She wasmost likely just indulging the young Negro, making him feel at least alittle bit welcome to the party. This made sense to Tom, as Melvin was theonly real person of color besides Adela, the guards outside, and (lest heforget) the simply gorgeous light skinned black girl who – a hostess amongthe seven- Tom had noticed upon entering. He’d been charmed by the factthe caramel hottie wasn’t afraid to give him a playful wink – despite beingwith his wife- while passing by him with a silver plate of crab cakes inone hand, and the other placed daintily on her inviting swaying hips.In Melvin’s case, Adela was likely being doubly nice on account he waseasily the youngest person at the party. He can’t be any older than 17 orso, thought Tom. The closest person the black bookworm had to a peer wasthe Mayor’s daughter Natalie, who hadn’t given him so much of a glance thatevening. Tom almost felt sorry for the k**. He looked harmless enough. Upon observing how spirited and perky Miss Laveau was before the youngNegro however – her flawless smile settled on Melvin’s impish one -, Tom’ssympathy sank. A woman like that paying attention to a dweeb like Melvin?That was a boon from God himself as far as Tom saw.Also engaging in the conversation – to Tom’s equaled surprise – wasBobbie Sue Kindle, along with her husband Richard. Tom had known Bobbieaka `Boobie’ Sue from high school. They were never particularly close, buthe always did admire her womanly bits and thought her bookworm exteriormasked the bedroom antics of a wild woman. A fantasy which Tom was neverable to make come true, despite several efforts in his youth. As Tom wentdown the list of the remaining guests present and accounted for, herealized that Mr. Brooks – the man of the evening – was nowhere in sight.”Still no sign of the man of the evening” said Tom to his wife.”I no see him either”, replied Anya. He is…how to say, a `noshow’…Wait minute…” she then added abruptly. “What Mr. Brooks evenlook like? I have not yet seen much as photo of him.”Tom’s head actually popped in wonder and revelation. What did Mr.Brookslook like? It had never really even occurred to him to ask Miss Laveaubefore.”I…” he began, “That’s actually a really good question.”The county had heard many rumours pertaining to the particulars onMr.Brooks’ appearance. Some said he was very tall, others said he was veryshort, some said he was as sknny as a rail, the equivalent of ‘mad genius’frail that genius were often written as, and some – though a very few -cited the man as being a very muscular fellow. ‘A giant in physique’ asthe yarn went.”He’ll be here”, assured Tom, more to himself than to Anya. “This ishis party after all. He’s probably just waiting to make a dramaticentrance or something.” Anya simply nodded.The couple walked into the frayof conversation among the other guests. Things fell into a casual flow asTom and Anya shook hands with the great and the good making up Coxville. The men marveled at Anya’s beauty, and the women were all too quick tocompliment and bring her into their effeminate fold. Miss Laveau made herrounds, thanking each guest for being able to make it out that evening, andTom made it a point to give her a playful hug of greeting upon her makingher way to their cluster of party-goers.”Tom darling!” cooed Adela, far more casual and excited than he’d everheard the stacked and packed black woman. Adela made it a point to givehim a showy affectionate hug of greeting upon her making her way to theirsection of party-goers.”So glad you could make it. Oh, and Anya darling, you looked simplystunning in that dress!”Anya blushed, loving the attention.”Thank you. You look stunnink yourself Miss. Laveau. White mostdefinitely is your color.” She replied in kind.”Oh…” Adela replied, looking down at herself as she’d just realizedwhat she’d been wearing. “This old thing? I figured it would work fortonight. White just seemed…fitting for the occassion. I’d give anythingto have what you’ve got on though.””You wearing a dress like Anya’s would likely cause a riot Miss Laveau”chuckled Tom.”A riot? Well, that’s not what we’re aiming for tonight.” the blackwoman replied sheepishly.”We’re just glad we got invited to the show”, said Tom.”Yes, well we’ve got quite a show planned tonight.” Said Miss Adela. “And it can’t happen without you. Not without all of you here to celebratewith us.””So…” came Tom hesitantly, “Any word on when the big man himself willmake a cameo? Though I’m not at all complaining about having you with ustonight.” Tom didn’t want to jump the ship and pry into Brooks’whereabouts, but he did want to know if the man himself would show up.”Oh yes” Adela replied cheerfully. “Mr. Brooks will be with us soonenough. He’s very…” Adela trailed off, searching for a fitting end toher sentence.”Concerned in that all the guests are given time to getcomfortable. Relaxed and allowed to enjoy each other’s company.””I see” said Tom, glad to hear that Brooks would actually make anappearance that night. “As long as you’re with us, I don’t think that’llbe a problem.”Adela smiled, and playfully nudged Tom in the stomach.”Oh, you flatterer you! Anya dear, you better keep an eye on this one.He’s trouble.””Oh I well aware”, Anya replied. “More trouble than worth sometimes.””Oh please, you know you love me.” chuckled Tom, a boyish smile creepingover his face as he playfully grabbed at Anya’s curvy hips.They all laughed, sharing a moment.”Forgive my sounding forward in saying this,” began Adela, takinganother sip of her snifter of black wine, “but if you two aren’t the mostattractive couple here, I’d be stumped as to who is.”This caused both Tom and Anya to blush in unison.”Speakink of which” said Anya. “What of yourself Miss. Laveau-“”Please” Laveau interrupted, “tonight I’m Adela. This may be the winetalking, but keeping up formalities on a night like tonight is going to getold, sooner rather than later.”Tom and Anya were slightly taken aback to hear this, but all the samethey both nodded, and Anya continued.”Adela…” she said, hesitant at the sound of her own voice, “and whatof yourself? I’m sure you’re havink husband or boyfriend.””Me?” replied Adela, a girlish look of surprise framing her gorgeousbrown features. “No no, not at all.””Oh come on.” chimed in Tom. “No one? A woman like you? It soundsalmost criminal. You could have any man you wanted given my best guess.””You’d think…” Adela muttered. “But no, I’m entirely too busy with mywork and investment in the company to worry about things like romance.””Criminal” repeated Tom, “simply criminal. Not a single man alive wouldbe labeled smart for letting you get away.”Adela giggled, “You are simply too much a charmer Mr. White.””Come with the territory of being in sales” said Tom. “People are farmore willing to give you what you want when you make them feel good aboutthemselves.””I see…” replied Adela, a smirk forming on her face. “And what is youwant me to do for you Mr.White?”The seductive dip that Adela’s voice took, a slippery sultry dive intothe ears, made Tom’s heartbeat spike. The subtle flutter of her eyescaught Tom off guard, and for a moment he worried if Anya -still heldagainst him at the hips- would feel the rising erection in his pants. Whatwouldn’t I want you to do to me with that body, he thought.”I…” Tom began, but his brain couldn’t form a response. “N-nothing atall Miss La-I mean, Adela. I’m just being polite’s all.””Hmmm…most salesmen make it a point to be polite when they thinkthey’ve got a sale on the hook.”Tom gulped. He could give a crude guess as to why he was suddenly sonervous. The black woman’s voice was sex made audible. Anya was lookingon in curiousity of the exchange, perhaps not catching the inneundo of thechat.”You’ll forgive me for being blunt Adela, but I think that wine you’redrinking there’s got you hearing things in ways they aren’t intended.””Perhaps…” Adela said toyignly, “Or maybe I’ve got an angle or twoaround salesmen that you didn’t quite account for.”She winked, and Tom had to shift himself away from Anya so she wouldn’tfeel the wood of his boner press against the cheek of her ass. He wasn’ttrying to explain his random erection to his firey Russian wife whileengaging in a bit more than flirtatious exchange with the beyond sexyNegress. No way was Tom trying to have that argument on the way home.In a desperate effort for a change of subject, Tom complimented Adela onthe state of the manor.”Yes…” she said, almost sounding unimpressed with the result whiletaking yet another sip of her snifter. “Everything turned out well enough.It was a little touch and go for a little while, but I think we pulled itoff quite nicely at the end of all things. I hope its all to your liking.”Adela’s modesty made Tom and Anya laugh.”Way more than that. I don’t think there’s a dissatisfied face in thehouse” said Tom, scanning the room again.”And your hostessess…” he began, and gave serious consideration towhat he was about to say. “The seem to be very…capable.”Adela smirked at this. “Ah yes, visions aren’t they”. Adela lookedaround the room, eyeing each of the seven girls as they gracefully strodethe foyer offering refreshment to the guests. They moved smoothly throughthe room, never failing to jostle a smile or lingering glance from theirpatrons. Tom noticed that they each had their own way – their own uniquemethod – of working the crowd, of gaining the trust and affection from theguests.The tall red head, Tammy as her gold and black nametag red, made it apoint to affectionately rub the arms and shoulders of those she served. Ifher openly warm smile and boistrously pleasant personality didn’t make herstand out before the guests, her huge tightly packed breasts and long thicklegs most certainly did. Mariah, the beautiful asian, allowed her gentlefeatures and gracefully subservient mannerisms to serve in her pleasing thecrowd. Tom had seen first hand Tanya’s – the high yellow Negress – sassyyet playfully seductive style of winning over her patrons. Marisol, thespanish looking beauty, simply let her dark latin eyes, smooth voice, andremarkable athletic body hidden in plain view beneath her uniform do herbidding.The bubbly big breasted blonde – Deliliah – simply allowed her cheery(at times stereotypically dim-witted) personality paired with her pig tailsact as her charm. The gorgeous green eyed Kami stood out for her uncommonvalley accent, along with her stunning movie starlet good looks and awardwinning bubble butt to turn heads in the room.And last -but most certainlynot least- was the one known as Merissa, who altogether held a command overthe room with nothing more than the sheer gravitas of mystery that hungabout her. Her dark mesmerizing eyes, statuesque body and silent demeanormade the men – the older one in particular – stir in infatuation. Shedidn’t utter a word, and secluded her answers to verbal responses withsimple nods and subtle facial expression.”The night’s still young, but they come highly recommended from one ofMr. Brooks’ associates. They’ve hosted several parties like this before.”Tom’s gaze settled back on Adela, “Parties like this? For Mr. Brooks?”The gears in Tom’s head immediately started turning. He figured ifthese hostesses – total hotties every single one of them – had worked aprevious party for Mr. Brooks in the past, then it shouldn’t be too hardcharming one of them into giving him the scoop of the evening’s elusivehost.”Well…” Adela began, “Not EXACTLY like this one. Mr. Brooks hasgatherings similar to this from time to time for his other associates. Different states, different companies. They’re more for combing thelandscape for resources and making our partners feel secure during largeendeavors. Not nearly as intimate as this one.”Tom had to fight blanching at that one. Intimate, this? He thought. Most of the guests here can barely stand each other. The rest are justhoping for a chance to suck up to Brooks for funding.”It marks quite a large turn in Mr. Brooks’ life” said Adela, her toneand manner suddenly become more somber, more contemplative.”How so?” asked Anya. “Is not simple…how to say…’Meet and Greet’for Mr.Brooks? Him sayink hello to important Coxville people?”Adela’s choice rose into a subdued chuckle.”No my dear. This isn’t a something a small or trivial as a ‘Meet andGreet’ for Mr. Brooks…not at all.””Well, what is it then?” asked Tom, genuinely curious now.”It is a homecoming.”This gave the couple a moment of pause. What did Adela mean by thatexactly? Was she joking? Was she drunk? They both waited for her to goon, to explain. When a few moments of awkward silence passed, Anya decidedto change the subject.”This place” began Anya, “Is like mansion in fairy tale. You and Mr. Brooks must be proud, da? Beink such a…how to say…strong couple?”At that Laveau roared with laughter.”Oh dear, Anya you’re just the sweetest thing. You two just refuse tobelieve me when I tell you I’m single.””Well, its either that, or Mr.Brooks has a hell of a lot more trust inyou than he does anyone else in his company.” said Tom.”I know it must seem that way at times, considering how active I am withhis daily activities. But I assure you, myself and Mr.Brooks simply worktogether on the most professional of plutonic relationships. We both aimfor bettering the company, expanding out various venture, spreading ourinfluence and-“Adela stopped to take a slight sip of the white wine she’d been nursing.”It just so happens that I’ve invested quite a bit of time, energy andquite a lot of money into making our Mr.Brooks the best businessman he canbe. I’ve more than a good reason to make sure he stays at the top of hisgame. There’s nothing harder than being on top.”Tom and Anya were fascinated by this change in Adela’s tone. Until nowshe’d been so proper and formal. This new, candid Miss Laveau – whetherthrough comfort of knowing her venue had had the right effect on guests, orperhaps the enjoyment of too much wine – seemed more cheeky than anythingelse, dare they say…almost cocky with that last remark. Adela tookanother long sip, finishing the snifter.”It takes a very particular woman to drive a man to be at his best. Anintrovert like Brooks doesn’t make the cover of Forbes on good ideas andshyness alone, on that you can quote me.”Adela leaned in close to Anya. “I have a feeling you know exactly whatI’m talking about, da Anya honey?”Anya blushed again, though she kept her response to a quick chuckle.”Haha, I suppose a good woman is a plus for a powerful man.” agreed Tom.Tom placed a hand around his wife, perhaps making the smallestcomparison between himself and Mr. Brooks.”Speaking of which. Any word on when exactly the big man himself willmake a cameo?”Tom didn’t wish to pry into Brooks’ whereabouts, the last thing hewanted was to appear like these other old vultures circling the party asthough it were a fresh kill. He’d been trying to keep calm and act as coolas possible upon arriving, but he did want to know if the man himself wouldshow up. The nuggets of info Adela had dropped had been just enough todrive his curiosity into near madness.”Oh yes” Adela replied cheerfully. “Mr.Brooks will be down soon enough.He is very…” Adela trailed off, searching for a fitting end to hersentence. “Insistent, that all the guests are given time to settle in andget comfortable. Relaxed and allowed to enjoy each other’s company to thefullest.””I see” said Tom, glad to hear that Brooks would actually make anappearance that night. “Its a little tough to relax knowing where in thehome of a corporate titan.”Adela laughed again, her charming smile showing her pearly white teeth.”Corporate titan, I like that. We’ve been working about as hard asAtlas getting some of these ventures off the ground.””I’m dead serious. From a business standpoint its genius. The man isalready killing it in the business world right now. You’ve been there upclose for the whole thing. Throwing this party for us? Getting us all thepeople of note together like this? Brilliant. Coxville County gets put onthe map for being the new home to one of the wealthiest men in the country.He wins the favor of the conservative southern states for being a man ofthe people, and in the end everyone gets paid. Pure genius. The old moneycan’t complain about that, and the new money can relate to him. Aftertonight, Brooks is gonna be seen as a god around here.And at this, Adela smiled again, brightly. And one might have figuredit may have simply been the euphoric affects of the wine, but in that smileTom couldn’t help but notice the mischievious, dare he almost said,sinister gleam that showed in Laveau’s expression and dark brown eyes.”A god…” she said, lingering on the word as though tasting it. “Well,that would be something…”…All was silent in the White home. Anya and Tom White were gone,socializing with the high end toast of the town. Todd White was atCoxville High, following reluctantly on the heels of Deon, LD and Stubby asthey went over (for what must have been the hundredth time) their plan ofentry and exit for crashing the fancy gathering. The lights in the humblesuburban home all off, its silence broken only by the steady baying ofcrickets, and not a sign of life to be found inside. No one around tointeract with the home or its many items and trappings. And in the atticof the White home, a strange little thing happened. Movement, subtle andsilent. Nothing that would have been considered odd to the degree ofmeriting attention. Simply a random bit of movement that often occurs inhomes from the elements of wind and gravity.The stack of letters Anya had been reading and then hastily abandoned toprepare herself for the party sat. Stacked faced down atop the cumbersomeblack box. In the slightest jostle of air, the papers suddenly stirred. Caught on some unseen wind – a wind that couldn’t have possibly come fromthe windows, for they were closed – the papers fluttered in a tiny gust. Free of any seen hand and once face down, on the exact page Anya turned. Turned as though touched by invisible hands, and gently flipped as thoughit were the next page in a story book. A very small strangeness indeed,unnoticable on most counts, and one which only served to convey thissmallest fact; that though the White home stood empty, the story that hadbeen written on the guarded pages carried from Cherniderivo on theinsistence of Anya’s mother, continued…–Or pehaps Laveau. Again, the spelling of these foreign namesconfounds me. At any rate, I was haunted and – by my shameful confession-very much aroused at the form of this Negress. My wife had told me thiswoman had approached her whilst enjoying her afternoon stroll through town.This temptress, this Marie, after giving her a hail of compliments, hadconvinced my Inna to browse through a selection of foreign jewelry that hadbeen crafted from the available elements of the Deep South. Before us wasa table holding many exotic pieces which the Negress sold at varyingprices. Rings and bracelets, broaches and arm bands of curious designs andpatterns. My Inna had been in the process of trying on one particularpiece when I had arrived; a gracefully decorated broach adorned with fivepointed ends facing downward.Inna found herself quite taken with the piece of jewelry, and the Mariewoman agreed that on her, it looked simply stunning. If there was one bitof truth which could be gleaned from that wretched woman’s hail ofdeceptive bile, it was that. Though I was outwardly terse in my ownverdict on the item – the stress and worry over the b**st of New Orleanshaving sc****d my nerves raw – I too found the broach to be rather fetchingon my wife. The five downward pointing ends of the emerald adornmentguided the observer’s eyes to the wearer’s chest. And on my Inna’sbountiful chest, it simply struck the viewer’s gaze as almost hypnotic. Myattraction to the piece and its accentuating my wife’s features left mefrigid however. Caution was my primary concern. With a mad escaped slaverunning the streets of New Orleans, I did not wish to take any risks on myInna making herself a target of theft.I denied my wife’s purchasing of the piece, and insisted we head back tothe inn and wait for Captain Hughes to arrive with news of when we woulddepart for the second leg of our voyage. The subsequent protests whichcame from her would have been enough to make any man buckle. The ruckuscaused several onlookers escort güngören to actually observe the tumult. As you are wellaware friend Kostya, when a doch iz Cherniderivo works herself into a huff,people notice. Her Russian stood out in the streets as she rebuked mywishes to leave, and I briefly caught the low mumble of several men in thestreets observing my Inna’s heated display with a kind of deviant glee, mypoor English making out the words from one Negro man,`Great big ol’ fire burnin in dat one’, and `Guess dem foreigners gotdey own breed a sista out dere.”But alas, I held firm and explained (if somewhat falsely) that the piecewould have been too expensive on our budget. And then the woman, thatMarie, spoke. She told us, her bright white teeth and beaming browncountenance warm and kind, though rife with deceit; that we could have thebroach, free of charge and with her most genuine blessing. I was beyondskeptical of this gesture, for who would give such a finely crafted pieceaway for nothing? The black woman went on to explain her giving the broachto us as a gesture of friendship, between the beautiful foreign people ofRussia, and their humble black hosts of New Orleans. Inna’s face flushedwith delight and gratitude, and she could not stop thanking the brownskinned vision, in her native Russian as well as her meager bit of English.My brother stood by silent, shrugging his shoulders at what he saw tosimply be a simple act of kindness from a native of these strange lands.I however, knew better. My innate distrust of the dark vixen must havebetrayed me in the form of my gaze, for the ebony temptress looked upon mewith those deep brown pools making up her eyes, and said to me in herhypnotic low voice;”Does my gift to your wife leave you ill at ease good sir? Do youdistrust my good will?”After my brother translated the question, I replied, though only aftertelling my brother not to repeat what I had said;”Niet, the gift is not what troubles me, but what is expected inexchange as payment…”And with that, I took my Inna and walked away. My wife, in herboundless kindness, showed no end of appreciation for the broach. Thatwoman, that Marie simply looked on after us. Her silky brown hand wavingat us in our departure, and – in retrospect – I should have noted thesinister tone in her final words,”Be seeyin ya’ll…”Inna expressed much anger in my abrupt dismissal and distrust of theNegress’ kindness. She insisted the woman was simply being polite, andbelted of how I was acting like a rude and stubborn old mule. I wanted toinform her of my reasons for being so terse and distrusting of the woman.Wanted to tell her of the newly revealed dangers that lurked about us. Butalas comrade Kostya, in my grave error, I kept the truth about the escapedNegro and my worry being rooted in his escape to myself. I expressed mygruff manner as being of a husband who yearned for home and one who did notwish to accept trinkets wantonly from those who we did not know.Inna found my reasoning faulty, and called me an array of names that Iwill not repeat on paper, out of decency, when I told her she was stayinside the inn for the remainder of our stay in New Orleans. Despite mybrother’s protests and my in knowledge of my Inna’s having grown fond ofthis city, I stood firm in my decision. My Inna stood as too tempting aprize for the barbarians walking this corrupt patch of earth. From thereon, I simply yearned for sea. Yearned for the sickening ocean that wouldtake I and my wife away from these dangerous lands, an almost palpable feartaking my heart at the thought of my wife being swallowed after beingcharmed by its wolfish inhabitants.For the remainder of the day, Inna refused to speak to me. Near theevening I was stirred from an uneasy rest by a knocking at my door. Beforeme upon swinging the door open – the false hope of it being my beloved in achange of heart – was my brother, his belongings in hand, and with him wordthat Inna wished to sleep alone that night. I was disheartened by this. Disheartened and more than a bit worried. Though she resided mere stepsaway in the room next door to ours, the fear of some dark titanic breed ofman, creeping into her room under the blackness of night, an erect f******ninch phallus at the ready, filled me with a weighty unease. My brother’sattempts to calm me went unheard, and for the better part of the night Ipaced in a line. It was only when my brother beckoned me to sleep with,”Damnit all Sergei, you’re pacing a trench into the floor! Stop youraimless worrying and go to bed! Hughes says we depart the day aftertomorrow.”Even with the knowledge that we would be leaving this place, I felt ill.It was only after more prodding from my brother, and the threat that hewould strike me til u*********sness that I finally laid myself down tosleep. And with that, I made perhaps the gravest error.I awoke some time later, a cold sweat upon my brow at what was aterrible dream. Dream? Niet, a nightmare. Visions of a black shadowsculpted in the powerful shape of a man. A man of nothing but shade andsculpted muscle, and armed with that damned phallus the length and width ofa chubby c***d’s arm. I abruptly stood, and staggered next door to theroom where my Inna slept. I called out to her, gently, and upon receivingno answer I knocked gently. My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach when- upon the third knock – the door gently gave and turned inward. It hadbeen left open, and upon my entering the room my breath caught in my throatwhen my eyes settled on the bed….To my horror, I saw but an empty bed, the sheets pulled back only toshow only bare mattress. My Inna was gone! Nowhere to be found in thedark expanse of the room. I abruptly ran and awoke my brother. Wiping thesleep from his eyes as though he were still a boy, he asked me what wasgoing on. In my haste of getting dressed I said nothing, simply tellinghim to hurry and get dressed, that Inna was gone. I was out of our roomand racing down the inn steps before my brother even managed to get hispants upon him. The inn keeper was sitting at his desk, lulling in and outof a hazy sleep. He was startled to almost the point of heart attack whenI ran to him in a chaotic burst of what he must have heard only as `foreignnoise’. In my panic I wasn’t able to assemble the proper English words toask if he had seen my wife leave the inn. My brother, looking even morehastily dressed than I in just his plain white shirt and black pants, wasable to question the old man in his native language.The inn keeper said he had not seen her, though it was highly probableshe may have slipped out while he tilted in and out of sleep. CaptainHughes was believed to have been out we were informed. Undoubtedly whoringand drinking as he so often loved to do, and I was not at all willing towaste the time trying to track him down and attempt appealing to his betternature in the hopes of giving us aid in the search. Immediately I took tothe streets, and called out for my wife upon passing each corner of everyblock. My brother raced behind me, asking passersby walking along in thelate of night if they’d seen my wife wandering the streets. In theirconfusion, many of them had not seen her. Upon my asking if they had beensure, many of them gave me a simple look of caution. A look that impliedthey were being questioned by a mad man.I ran and ran down the dimly lit streets of New Orleans. I ran untilsweat shown strong above my brow, and my lungs felt as though they had beensinged in a hardy funeral pyre. Eventually my brother grabbed me by thearm and begged me to calm down.”She could not have gotten far!” He assured me that a woman of Inna’slooks was bound to be noticed by people. That someone here was guaranteedto have seen her pass by. And in my few collected gasps for breath, Igrievously replied to my brother,”Da, a woman of her looks will have been noticed. That is preciselywhat I fear.”And despite my brothers’ insistence that such thoughts of k**nap werethe product of simple madness, I pressed on in a frenzy down thecobblestone streets. We ran and questioned, questioned and ran for thebetter part of an hour. I saw the seedy underside of New Orleans at night.Many faces, black, white and a mix of everything in between. Drinking,smoking, making merry of what I knew in my heart to be of a sinister sort.No one knew where my Inna had gone. Though in my breast I knew more than afew faces we questioned were hiding something. The subtle snickers on someof their faces hinting of something untold. And in the end, it was an oldNegro man, a drunkard vagrant, who pointed me in the right direction.I found him at the precipice of despair, when I stood at my mind’s mostbleak and hopeless of plateaus. He sat there, drunk of the swill alcoholhe’d been drinking for what smelled like the better part of a fortnight. Upon my brother asking him if he’d seen any attractive foreign women thatnight, his dim brown eyes lit up.”Woman…yeh…yeh I seen tha one ya talkin bout”, even with my poorEnglish, I could tell his words were slow and slurred. “Sent her reeeealgood. Pretty ol’ thang, yes suh, finest white thang I don seen in alooooong while.” He took a long swig of his bottle, and the alcohol wetlydribbled from his mouth and soaked into the unkempt black mass making uphis beard. My brother asked him which way she went, and when he took toolong to reply, I shouted at him to answer.”She done…” another swig. “She done gone to tha…tha square. Yeh,dats where she waz headin. Hoo~wee did she look good!” My brotherproceeded to ask him the precise name of the location. And when the olddrunkard replied, my flesh quivered.”She don…gon to…da square wit…dat pretty nigga girl…dey go totha square…Congo Square…”…”< My goodness, I've never tasted anything so good!>” cooed Anya in hernative Russian as she tilted the glass snifter up and allowed its blackliquid contents to flow smoothly down her throat.”Ha-ha, I’m guessin that means you like it.” Replied Mrs. Cox. “Ihaven’t the foggiest idea where Mr. Brooks came across this, but it tastessimply divine! I’ll have to charm the source out of him.””Da, if he ever shows.” Anya replied.The party had found itself in a state of swaying ease. Over the nextcouple hours the guests have curved from a forced congeniality and turnedmore into a state of genuine conversation. Anya, Candy Cox, Ronda VanBuskirks and Bobbie Sue Kindle were seated in a circle at the center of themanor foyer. Tom meanwhile wandered the foyer floor, making necessaryconversation with those he considered to be the right people. The group ofwomen had decided to indulge in some of the wandering delicacies that werebeing served by the hostesses, and had found themselves particularly takenwith one particular beverage. The exotic looking, inky black wine that thehostesses had started distributing the guests about an hour into the party.At first the guests had attempted avoided it, finding its peculiar jetblack color to be a bit too off- putting.”Ugh” the mayor said in a sour expression of distaste. “This looks likepoison. Is Brooks tryin to poison his guests or what?” At this the mayorerupted into a burst of laughter, his cronies of the banker and town policejoining him a moment later in a significantly more false sounding tambour.Everyone else looked like they planned to dodge the drink as well based onthe mayor’s decision. That is until – in a show befitting only a Cox woman- Mrs. Candy grabbed a snifter from Mariah’s silver platter. “Oh Henry,if you’re just not the yellowest thing walking on two feet!” She took alarge pull from the snifter, and the crowd fell silent to observe herreaction.”Well…that is simply…” she’d taken two more sips before finishingher sentence. “that.is…WONDERFUL!” And from there, the Mayor was forcedto relent. He tried some of the wine, and in turn so did his two cronies.Before anyone knew it, the nameless wine became an instant classic at theparty. Its exotic but satisfying taste had proceeded to take the room bystorm. The women loved its rich flavor and the lingering refreshment of itfruity aftertaste, and the men enjoyed the strong kick it gave theirsenses, like any potent alcohol would have. They soon found themselvesimpelled to know where it came from.”H-hey darlin” said Tom to a passing waitress, who had had about threedrinks by that point of the party, and found his accent slipping into morea drawl than perhaps he’d intended to. The perky blonde, Delilah he read,abruptly paused, turned on her heels and quickly trotted back to Tom, herhuge breasts bouncing slightly with the motion.”What can I do for you sir?” she said, her cute bright smile beaming upat him.”W-would you be so kind as to tell me…” he paused, taking a moment toget his bearings back. “What in the world is this glorious wine called?”Delilah looked at the now empty snifter held in Tom’s hand. Upon realizinghe had finished his fourth drink, he pointed to the bottle that was sittingatop the silver serving platter she was holding.”Oh that? Ummmm…” Delilah made a face, her eyes looking up as thoughin search for an answer from the ceiling. “You know…I don’t even know.”She giggled. It wouldn’t have been the first time that evening Delilahstood stumped upon asking about details on a particular dish or drink. Andwith most of the guests simply being charmed by her cute and bubbly nature,no one had managed to get around to pressing her on the matter.”Well, what’s the name on the bottle?” Again, another stumped look onthe busty blonde.”Ummm…” Delilah replied. It hadn’t occurred to her at all to checkthe label. Tom sighed. And this is why I married a brunette, he thought.He half snatched the bottle from the tray and appraised it. Strangely,there was no written label. Just a white, downplayed sticker with a ratherpeculiar logo; a rather crudely drawn sketch of a black snake, coiled round- what Tom could make out- a lush fruit, an apple or fig of some type. There was no brand name list, just a subtle spelling of the letters D.W inan elegant yet unassuming cursive. And beneath the initials, a number;1859. A vintage year, thought Tom. There was no list of ingredients onthe back of the label and no way to tell of the wine’s origin. A verypeculiar thing for such a high end party and for such an amazing stock ofwine.”Miss Laveau would likely know for sure. She is the one who orderedeverything that’s being served tonight. You might want to ask her.” Tomnodded, only a little disappointed, and with that Delilah spun again on herheel and continued on her way, giving Tom a great view of her pert roundbottom as she left.”Oh, you wouldn’t believe the kind of trouble my Jenny got into back inthe day”, said Mrs. Cox. She was at mid-speed in conversation, with closeto five drinks in her, and she found herself feeling only a bit tipsy. “Icouldn’t make that girl sit down for longer than a minute at a time whenshe was younger. She was always runnin off to one place or another. Andalways, ALWAYS trailin behind her was Ivana, two years younger than her,but just as busy, and twice as mouthy.”Anya giggled. “Is hilarious to think Jenny and Ivy havink known eachother so long.””Oh yes, yes!” Mrs. Cox replied, “known each other since girlhood,inseparable those two.” Each woman had a glass of the black wine in theirhands. They’d had a bottle sitting on the glass table before them in smallsilver ice bucket. “But that’s how it is in Coxville. Every generationgrows up knowing each other from the beginnin. Me and you weren’t muchdifferent, were we Ronnie?” Ronda Van Buskirks sat across from Anya andCandy, her long legs crossed elegantly as she sipped on her own blacksnifter.”Indeed, Coxville is a rather tightly woven community. Though…” shepaused to take another sip of her drink. “I do recall myself carrying abit more…dare I say…poise than our lovely Candace in our youth.” Atthis, Mrs. Cox lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well I suppose it’s notall that hard to look poised and graceful when you’re the community shutin, nose in the books every hour of the day.”This jostled a raised eyebrow from Ronda in return. “Yes, nose in mybooks, studying to become a lawyer. Unfortunately our lovely Candacepreferred having her nose in the lap of every athlete she could find.” Anyablanched at the remark. They’re not even trying to hold back, she thought.”Well, that’s funny Ronnie. All that studyin to become a lawyer, yetyou settled on being just another housewife?””I chose to run a household Candace. There’s a difference. Tending tothe home of the most powerful man in the County isn’t all smiles and prettywaving.” Mrs. Van Buskirks shifted her gaze to across the room, and ontothe jiggling body of the mayor, who was laughing at some joke that had beenuttered by one of his swarming `yes-men’. “Contrary to how you’ve gottenby in the world for the last few decades, some of us women actually had toput a little bit of work into our men and our homes.””Not to sound rude Ronnie dear, but I do believe your marrying Henrycame from moving those around more so than your…ahem…skills fromreading books.”Candy’s gaze fell to the lower half of Ronda’s body. Whether it wassettled on her large breasts or her long toned legs, Anya couldn’t rightlytell. She did know however that the tone of conversation had become moreheated than she found comfortable. She wanted to flee from the situation,get as far away from the building tension that sat between both wizenedblondes like an airy fireball.”Well” replied Ronda, her face narrowing into a scowl. “If that werethe case – which it isn’t -, I supposed I’d only have you to thank forthat. Bagging men with nothin but her looks always was a forte ofCandace’s. Not so much a skill at her disposal these days, but in heryouth…tsk…no shame with this one.” Ronda directed this to Anya with asubtle cupping of her mouth, as though she were muttering a secret to ravenhaired beauty.Anya smiled politely, but decided to side with neutrality in reacting toeither woman’s comment at one another. Silently, Anya felt these two womenreminded her entirely too much of Jenny and Ivana. Their bickering matchedalmost word for word with something the busty blonde and the feistybrunette would say to each other. Granted Anya found herself arguing withIvana Swallows on more occasions than one, but this exchange between CandyCox – the once dubbed Queen of Coxville – and Miss Ronda Van Buskirks -First lady of Coxville – was a dead ringer for her two friends. Candaceespecially reminded Anya of Jenny, in both looks and mannerisms. And iftheir characters weren’t proof enough, Candy’s amazing round breasts stoodas sound proof that Jenny was her mother’s daughter. Near seventy and herchest stood as high and healthy as any Coxville woman present. And for abrief moment Anya wondered if Candy had indulged in black men in the sameway her daughter did. And if so, had she known about her daughter’sexploits before Anya and her fellow housewives had?When she pressed this idea down, she wondered if – in keeping withapparent Coxville tradition – Jenny and Ivana would end up like the twowomen before her when they reached that age. That image actually made Anyagiggle.”Oh, I really wish you two would stop that,” came Bobbie Sue Kindle fromthe love seat sitting between them. “This is supposed to be a formalgathering. No disrespect to either of you, but this bickering will make uslook bad.” Mrs. Kindle spoke in much the same way one would expect from alibrarian; hushed and hinting of a meek character, with a faint sternnessonly hiding behind a tone of politeness.”Look bad?” said Candy. “Look bad in front of who c***d? Our host is,most noticeably, absent.” Candy Cox outstretched her arms in a grandgesture around the room. “Seems to me like our man of the hour is abouttwo hours late for his own show.”At this Ronda surprisingly nodded. “On this I can actually agree withCandace. This Mr. Brooks is truly pushing the idea of `fashionably late’.Why, I don’t even see his secretary anymore. What’s her name? You know,the pretty Negro girl?” At this Anya looked around the room. Indeed, MissLaveau had disappeared as well. Where could she have gone, thought Anya.”Not to sound rude, but this is beginning to resemble a flop.” SaidRonda, finishing off another glass of wine.”Oh, I don’t think so”, replied Bobbie Sue. “We all know how busy Mr.Brooks is. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.””Well…” said Ronda, not at all moved by Bobbie Sue’s optimism. “Fromthe rumors I’ve heard about him, I suppose I can’t entirely too surprisedhe’s running late. It’s that…what do they call it, `Nigger Time”? Bobbie Sue held a stark gasp in her throat, and Candy Cox chuckled at theremark.”Miss Van Buskirks!” said Bobbie Sue, her mouth in an o of shock. “Youcan’t say things like that! You’ll offend someone!””I think somebody’s had one too many glasses of wine” said Candy Cox.”Who am I going to offend, the little dark boy with the telescopeglasses? The little high yellow hostess whose half a shade away from beingwhite herself? Ha! Don’t act like you haven’t heard the rumors. I heardthis Brooks fellow has a bit of that old… African darkness in him.””Really?” said Anya, curious as to the details. This was something shehadn’t heard about the elusive Mr. Brooks.”Oh yes. I read it in Forbes. It’s…impressive. A man as young ashim being so successful in business being a…” she trailed off, notingBobbie Sue’s frowning face and Anya’s wide eyed look of neutrality. “Let’sjust say the reason I showed up tonight was to see if the rumors were true.Coxville’s richest new bachelor, a mulatto. Now THAT would be something tosee. Henry and his little troupe of flying monkeys over there would blow agasket.””Well…it’s interesting you bring that up.” Said Bobbie Sue. “Thereason I got invited was a thanks from Mr. Brooks for doing some researchon his family roots here.”At this all the girls’ ears perked up, their eyes settling on BobbieSue.”What mean?” came Anya.”Well” Bobbie Sue began hesitantly, taking a dainty sip from her ownglass snifter. “And you didn’t hear this from me.”All three women immediately steeled themselves with stern glances.”Woman’s honor dear” said Ronda.”Da, promise keep secret.””On my sweet Marvin’s soul, God rest him” said Candy, raising her handin a sign of oath.”Well…a few weeks before they started building this manor, Miss Laveauhad called me at the county library. She was calling on behalf of Mr. Brooks and requested I dig up some information on Coxville’s history.”Bobbie Sue took another sip of her drink, this one longer. “As it turnsout, the information he was looking for coincided with a part bit ofresearch I had already been doing on Coxville myself.””Interesting…Sounds juicy. What kind of information dear?” saidCandy.”Oh…well…” Bobbie Sue wanted to clam up about this. She washesitant to talk to people about the research she had been doing on thestrange lightning strikes and odd weather that had been occurringperiodically in Coxville County. The truths she had uncovered about theCounty were – to say the very least – eye opening. The roots of CoxvilleCounty went DEEP, she thought. And at the word deep, her gaze found itselffalling on the wafer thin frame of Melvin.”I don’t know if I should say. I mean…it is rather…personal.””Oh hogwash!” said Ronda. “You can’t give away something like that andget all timid. Spill it girl.””Well…” said Candy, backing Ronda’s comment. “What did you find onMr. Brooks?””Well…” Bobbie Sue replied. “I’m not entirely sure. Miss Laveauhadn’t given me anything specific to look for. She just wanted whatevershe could find of note about Coxville… but…one thing is particular…She paused again.””What? Come girl, spit it out. Cut the suspense already!” Said Ronda,her patience pressed to near its limit.”Yes, spit out!” Anya echoed in her thick accent.”Particularly…she wanted any information involving the…Africanslaves who were owned and lived here during the 1800s.”At that the girl’s eyes popped with shock. Candy’s face turned twoshades redder, and Ronda rose a hand to her mouth in surprise.”I knew it!” Ronda then bellowed. “I told you. This Brooks characterhas that darkness in him.””I submitted all I had about the history of the County,” continuedBobbie Sue.”And not long after that I received an email from them, thanking me forall my help.””Are you certain about that?””Why, yes Mrs. Cox. That’s exactly how it happened.””You think he’s got any of those black features? “Granted he’s mostlikely one of those…what do you call em” Ronda said, pondering the properword, “Ah, Octorone. You think he’s one of those?””I have no idea” said Bobbie Sue. “I never met him in person. WhenMiss Laveau came with I and my husband’s invitation, all she said was thatthe information I’d given them helped a lot with Mr. Brooks…now how didshe phrase it? Oh, find his true name…”Anya gnawed at that last sentence, her senses shooting a shock ofexcitement of her spine that she couldn’t quite understand.”You think he’s got what they say many of those Negroes have?” whisperedCandy to Anya. “Now that would be something, wouldn’t’ it? A white manequip with what those black boys have?Anya gave her a questioning glance.”I-I mean…that is…what they’re rumored to have.” Candy nudged Anya’sshoulder playfully. Candy was good at playing off the effects of the wine.Anya simply giggled at Mrs. Cox’s crude joke; the older woman obviouslyhad had a drink or two more than she should have. Anya pondered thethought of what Mr. Brooks looked. Was he black, white, or some hybridfrom in between? And therein came the cruder question of, was he equip inthe way black men were? Anya had only seen one black penis up close, andman alive had it been a challenge for her. She’d kept the memory of thelast book club meeting with her and the girls at the back of her mind.What they’d done was wild and way more than naughty for a group ofsuburban housewives. And still, for Anya White, remembering her intense -if all too brief – encounter with what her good friend Jenny Summers -daughter of Mrs. Candy Cox – called `Nigger Cock”, still gave her thechills. She recalled how huge the member of that West was in her mouth,and how he’s left her a choking mess with nearly any effort. If this Mr.Brooks was anything like Samson, well…she took another sip of her wine.This stuff tastes amazing, she thought.Bobbie Sue, Ronda Van Buskirks and Mrs. Candy Cox were in a huddle ofhushed gossip when they all heard the voice call out from the second floor.”LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” came a familiar seductive tambour from above thecrowd, silencing the room instantly.All eyes went up to the source of the call. Standing above thegathering, positioned just in the middle of the diverging staircase wasnone other than Miss Adela Laveau.”I’d first like to thank you all for coming out to see us this evening.We are truly honored and grateful to those of you who were able to make itout here.” The lights of the foyer dimmed, while a single light coming frombehind Adela illuminated her gorgeous body inside her white dress. Men inthe crowd instantly grew silent erections observing the ebony queen’s meatycurves.”But I’m certain you’re all tired of pleasantries and thank you’s. Weall know why – I’m sorry – who we are all here for.” Voices grumbled in thebackground with approval.”That of course is who we’re here to see. The man who has gathered usall here tonight. And after all the whispered talk, all the spreading ofrumor and muffled chatter, I am proud to present you all the man who you’veall so graciously allowed to move into your gorgeous community, and allowedto come into the lives of your gorgeous families. The people of Coxville,the great and the good assembled here, have opened themselves to this manwithout question or suspicion. Opened themselves up to this mysterious manof no knowable name and origin without the slightest degree of hostility orhesitance.And he promises, vows on the roots linking us all together as family,that in return to your kindness he will give you every inch of what you alldeserve as payment. You’ve opened yourselves to him, and in return, hewill give every inch to your community…and your beautiful families.”A deafening silence fell upon the crowd. Not a sound was made. Andthroughout the assembled mass – equally quiet as those in attendance – asilence hum of pleasure passed through the limbs of every man and woman atparticular apexes of Miss Laveau’s speech. It came as fast as gust ofwind, and disappeared just as quickly. And if the women in the crowdsuddenly found themselves just the slightest bit wet between their legs,they never spoke aloud of it.”Ladies and gentleman…without further ado or delay…I present to youALL…Mr. Alexander Shemar Brooks…”…If one were to ask Anya White how exactly she found herself in theprivate lounge room of Mr. Brooks, she would undoubtedly respond with astern and genuine “I don’t know”. If one asked her how she came to bestanding before Coxville’s richest man, faces close enough to where theirlips could have touched by the simplest of head movements, she would haveresponded with an equally stern “I don’t know”. And if one asked her whatimpelled her exactly to grind her pelvis and toned thighs into and againstthe man’s leg, the wet juices of her pussy almost seeping through thefabric with low moans rising from her throat, again she would haveresponded with an “I don’t know”, but added perhaps with a coy Russianretort of “< but I'm glad I did...>“….It went something like this. When Mr. Brooks emerged from behind MissLaveau, the crowd standing below them in the manor foyer held a collectivegasp in their throats. Was he tall? Yes. Even from the high risen angleof the staircase it was obvious that the man stood at six feet plus, half ahead taller than Adela, and thus disproving the rumor that Brooks’taciturnity stood because of his being a three foot dwarf. Was Brooksyoung? Yes…at least compared to many of the other guests present.It was already known that Brooks was in his late twenties (or was itearly thirties?). None of the rumors – in magazine or hearsay – everseemed to know for sure. The man that stood before the crowd looked to beabout thirty. His youthfully chiseled jaw, masculine chin and primedfacial features showed him to be a man in the midst of his prime. Was hefat? No. As he stepped forward everyone saw that his frame was of animpressive sort. Even hidden inside his immaculately tailored white suit,everyone saw that this man was no butterball. His broad shoulders, solidchest and slim waist showed him to be a man in awesome physical shape, dareone say his prime.He was built more like a middle-weight boxer than a brutish bodybuilder. Lean and long limbed rather than bulky. And, perhaps the mostnagging mystery of all to be revealed, was Brooks black? Yes…andyet…the crowd couldn’t be entirely sure. Yes, Alexander `Shemar’ Brooksdefinitely had the build and primary facial features of a black man. Solidbrow ridge, full lips, brown eyes and so forth. However his nose seemedperhaps a little straighter than a person of pure Negro descent would have.His skin complexion, a very light caramel, reminded people more of BarackObama more than Sidney Poitier. This fact was considered a boon for themajority of guests at the party.No one said a word. Not a sound came from the gathered group as theydrunk in the image of their host, Alexander Brooks, revealed to them atlong last. And in the end, it was Mr. Brooks who broke the silence.”Adela dear…” he said, not taking his eyes off the crowd. His voicewas a deep smooth bass that seemed to somehow carry across the room andinto every ear.”Now I may be mistaken…but I was under the impression we were having aparty, not a wake.” A boyish smile formed across his face.Was that a joke? Had the richest man in Coxville just joked? Everyoneblinked, and before anyone had a chance to say anything, Mayor Van Buskirksspoke up,”You’re Mr. Brooks?” Asked the mayor, an artless and all but skepticaltone carried in his southern accent. Anya would have sworn the word `boy’was going to come out of the portly man next.”That I am Mr. Mayor” Brooks replied, his slightly dulled and crooningNew Orleans accent making him sound like a radio announcer. “And if you’dall be so kind as to line up in an orderly manner against the far wall toyour left, my men will go about confis**ting your wallets, rings and otherpersonals promptly.” A gasp from the round man, along with several morethat followed from the crowd. Heads turned this way and that. Somelooking around to see where Brooks’ giant Negro guards were coming from,and others most likely looking for the nearest exit. In another momenthowever, Brooks’ face turned into a boyish smile, his lips peeling back toreveal a simply stunning set of white teeth.When he laughed, the room stood silent. It wasn’t a deep evil supervillain laugh, but the laugh of a jovial frat boy who had just pulled aprank of an unsuspecting victim. The once rising tension of the room wasproperly put down when Miss Laveau gently nudged him in the side.”Ouch!” Brooks said, playfully acknowledging and exaggerating the blow.”Ha-ha, joking, I’m joking everyone. Just a little awkward humor tobreak the ice.”A sigh of relief washed over the crowd, and the Mayor – along with hiscronies – began laughing. Nervously at first, with odd cracks and pausingbetween chuckles. Soon the entire room fell into a steady rise oflaughter. And several seconds later, Mrs. Candy Cox began to clap. Hersingular clapping became doubled with Ronda Van Buskirks joining in, notwanting to be shown up by her rival. Thereafter followed the Mayor, theMayor’s daughter, the Kindle couple, Melvin, and in turn followed by therest of the room. Brooks gave a slight humble bow.”Thank you, thank you. Thank you all for coming this evening.” He said,making his way down the staircase, Adela Laveau following just behind him.The dim lights rose back to their original hue, and the music picking upagain on the overhead speakers, the elegant slightness of orchestral musicreplaced with a more upbeat jazz, complete with muffled horns. Brooksapproached the crowd and commenced the shaking of hands and patting ofbacks. He engaged in all the necessary conversation, all the while notonce breaking his regal stride nor allowing his charismatic nature tofalter in the face of potential opposition.Many of the attendants made it a point to keep a safe distance from themulatto man as he spoke to others. Making distrust appear as polite aspossible. Nigger or not, Brooks was still a very wealthy man, and hisverdict on Coxville could make or break the county in its present andfuture endeavors. Fortunately he was one of the ‘light-skinned’ ones anddidn’t leave them too uncomfortable. They listened in on the conversationsfrom a safe distance, and paid close attention to his responses. Mostvehement in his appraisal of Brooks was Mayor Van Buskirks and his lackies.They gave him the third, fourth and fifth degree on his lineage,upbringing, and education. They asked him a slew of questions on hisracial background, and were only left slightly disquieted by the vaguebreakdown of Brooks’ family. They learned that his mother was white, andhis father was…”complicated” as Brooks worded it.They asked him an onslaught of prying questions about his views onCoxville and probed the issue – as far as they could – on Brook’saffiliation with the `real blacks’ in town, and – most importantly – whatbrought him to the county in the first place. Brooks replied with his ownseries of answers. They were conservative, eloquently spoken, and rathervague when one took the time to really think about it. Though no onedid…”I’m here because, gentlemen, Coxville is one of the last places in ourcountry that maintains true American values. It was providence I find outmy family roots come from here.”His answers captivated them. And when questioned on the state of hiscompanies – many musics and video productions that much of the right wingRepublicans found adversarial to their views -, he simply replied.”I’m in the business of making money gentlemen. If `safe’ sold to themasses I’d distribute it in bulk. People want to be shocked and slightlyappalled at what they buy. It’s our own nature to stare in awe at thatwhich offends. Someone has to keep this economy going now that we’veopened the White House up to all kinds of bafoonery. And – in response toyour earlier question Mr. Mayor – the `real blacks’ tend to excel at thatwhich appalls and offends. Luckily I didn’t inherit that side of my familytree.The mayor, the sheriff and rest of the half circle standing around himwere left slack jawed. They didn’t quite know how to respond to Brooks’answer. The mayor’s eyes furrowed, but then turned into a clownish uproarof laughter.”Ha-ha, know what…I like this boy! Sharp this one!” The sheriffjoined the uproar, and in turn so did the others. They marked Brooks’reply with a load toast and subsequent gulp of black wine.”Ah, that’s the kind of fresh thinking we need around here” said themayor. “New blood, genuine southern blood. Hard workin and not afraid tothink outside the box.””Indeed. I only hope to appease Coxville’s tastes and wants sir.””Speaking ah taste” the mayor interjected. “Where on EARTH did you getthis wine?”He took another long sip of the dark liquid. “I’ve had many a wines,but nothing even comes close to this.”Brooks smiled, “It’s of my own making Mr. Mayor. Recently I’ve gotteninto the bottling business.””You don’t say” said Mayor Van Buskirks.”Yes. Forgive the expression, but I used tonight’s audience as a kindof guinea pig group to test it. Gauge the waters of response you couldsay.””Really…” said the mayor, looking at the snifter which contained thedelicious inky liquor.”What’s in it?” Asked the sheriff, himself taking a deep swig. To thatBrooks laughed hardily. “You’ll forgive me for keeping silent on that Mr.Sheriff. Old family recipe you see. Secret doesn’t even begin to coverit.” The sheriff gave him a probing look.”Oh I assure it’s all perfectly safe. Nothing but the best ingredients,and I’ve gone about getting it approved by all the proper parties. We gointo mass production of it next month.””What’s it called?” asked the mayor.”The name of that particular brand is Diabolique Wine my good sir!”replied Brooks with a proud belt of voice. “Concocted right here CoxvilleCounty circa 1859.””Diab…” muttered the mayor, mispronouncing it as `dee-ab’.”Di-ab-bro-leak” Brooks said, breaking down the syllables for him.”What’s that…some old creole word for `damn delicious’? And again Mr.Brooks smiled. This one deeper and showing more of his pearly white teeth.”Not quite Mr. Mayor…” and left it at that….Across the foyer, a hail of eyes was observing the newly revealed mogul.With Brooks so close to throng of guests, people were able to take in moreof his physical features. Indeed, mixed or not, Brooks was a very handsomefellow. Several women noted this and spoke of it as such quietly amongstthemselves, hushed so that their husbands would not hear.”Check out those shoulders…” said one of the mayor’s assistant’s twindaughters to the other. “He looks like that one basketball player. What’shis name, Fox?””Yeah, he does…” said the other twin. Mindy and Melanie – Coxville’sown identical twin beauties – looked on to Mr. Brooks in a kind of awe. Everyone around them didn’t quite know how to react to the man. Didn’tquite know how to read this black man, who – no doubts about it – wasNegro…but – strangely – didn’t’ act like it at all. He was handsome,almost intimidating in height and build (like a black man), had featuresthat identified him as being (at least) half black, and yet his smile andthe charming way he carried himself did not at all leave the primarilywhite guests of the party unnerved. His smooth caramel skinned made himfar lighter than that nerd Melvin, but marked him a shade darker than thegorgeous hostess Tanya. Upon shaking the man’s hand and hearing him say,”Alexander Brooks, pleasure to meet you” in that chocolate bass linevoice, all apprehension just seemed to just fade away from the party goers’faces. There was just something about him that inspired a sense of easeand trust. An unspoken gravitas he held over the room with his smile andcharming personality.Even the mayor – never having been a particular fan of blacks in general- stood almost looking delighted when Brooks made it a point to come to himand thank him personally for coming out. Indeed, everyone (almost everyonethat is…) was quickly become taken with Coxville’s new neighbor.”And this gorgeous lady couldn’t be anyone but your lovely wife. Apleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Van Buskirks” Brooks said.”Ch-charmed Mr. Brooks” was all Ronda was able to choke out. Shehadn’t expected for the man of the hour to be so attractive.”And this…” Brooks then added, his gaze turning to the Mayor’sdaughter, “must be Coxville’s very own princess” The mayor’s daughterinstantly blushed.”Ha-ha, yep, that’s our Cassie” the mayor replied, his gut giggling abit with his own delight.”Even Cassie can’t resist him” said Mindy. The twins secretly chuckledto each other from their station in the room.”Looks like Ronnie’s got herself a case of the smittens” whispered Candyto Anya, who herself was just holding back a blush appraising the man. Candy stood next to Anya, another glass of black wine cradled in her hand.”Can’t altogether blame her though” Candy continued, up ending thesnifter and taking out the entire drink in mere seconds! “That Brooks isquite th’looker.”It was then that Anya noticed the slight slur in Candy’s speech.”F’I were twenty years younger, I’d be on my knees for that quicker’ndyou could say…” she trailed off, tilting the snifter up again to her lipsinstantly turning a sour face upon realizing the beverage had been drained.”B’right back dear, time for a refill”.She handed Anya the empty glass, and disappeared into the crowd. Moments later, Tom arrived at her side.”Hey babe” he said, almost as though he were trying to keep his presenceunknown. “You get a load of this guy?”Tom directed her gaze once again to Brooks, who was already in theprocess of entertaining the owner of the bank and his tall brown hairedwife with an – apparently – hilarious anecdote.”I’m wonderin how much Adela’s payin him.”At this Anya turned to face her husband. “What mean?” she asked.”Oh come on” he said, looking around cautiously. “You really think thisguy is THE Mr. Brooks? I mean, look at him. That guys a model, not amogul. I’m thinking Adela hired some actor guy to pose as Mr. Brooks.”At this Anya cocked an eyebrow.”Don’t give me that look.””What make you so sure?””What makes me so sure?” Tom’s eyes widened as though he’d been slapped.”Ain’t it obvious?”When Anya didn’t reply, Tom continued.”Guy moves into town, throws a huge party for all the upper crust. Sends some prettyboy actor to smoosch and work the crowd in his place, gainthe trust of the mayor and the owner of the bank. Thereafter he’s got thetown by the balls without having to lift a finger.”Anya hadn’t the foggiest idea what Tom was getting at.”Tom, I thinkink you have too much wine dear.””No” said Tom, a stubborn certainty in his voice. “This is just anotherpart of their ‘mystery’ game. No way this Brooks guy’s that perfect. Imean…look at him, this guy’s an underwear model, not a businessman.Anya observed Brooks and the firm angles of his body trapped inside hissuit, and for a moment allowed herself the devious treat of imagining thetall mulatto in his underwear.I don’t trust it. Don’t trust it one bit.”Anya found Tom’s sudden turn in behavior strange. Minutes ago hecouldn’t wait to meet Mr. Brooks. Now it seemed like that wonder uponactually laying eyes on him had suddenly turned into outright distrust.”He seem pretty…how to say…’legit’ to me.” The word `legit’ fromAnya sounded like `lee-geet’.”No” Tom repeated. “I don’t trust it. I don’t trust him.””You overreact.””No, I’m not overreactin, I’m tellin you this guy is up to somethin. Somethi-“They were interrupted by the sudden approach of Mr. Brooks, with MayorVan Buskirks following on his heels.”Thomas White!” bellowed Brooks when he finally made his way to hiscorner of the room. “So glad to finally meet you sir!”He presented a large smooth caramel hand to the jittery White man. Tomlooked at it, almost looking uncertain as to if he wanted to shake it ornot. Tom came back into his bearings however upon realizing the mayor wasright in front of them.”Y-yeah…pleasure to finally meet you too Mr. -ahem-Brooks.””Adela has told me many great things about you and the work you doaround here. Advertising is rough business. I should know, I do it a bitof it myself.””Yes…yes it is” replied Tom tersely. “Miss Laveau hasn’t told us muchabout you though. Information is hard to come by on Mr. -ahem- Brooks…””Please, call me Alex” Brooks replied. “I spend 364 days of the year as`Mr. Brooks’, tonight I’d like to enjoy being myself, especiallyconsidering how we’re officially neighbors now.””Yeah…” said Tom.”But in response to what you were saying. There is a reason for mysecrecy. I like to define and present myself through my work. I find allthe hype and unnecessary spilling of guts in magazines and gossip articlesto be a distraction at best. I know they say any publicity is goodpublicity…but I’m of a…shall we say…different nature than most peoplein business.”And with that, Mr. Brooks’ eyes fell to Anya’s, who had been standingsilent next to her husband.”And speaking of distractions…”Anya’s heartbeat suddenly began beating hard behind her breast.”This couldn’t be anyone but Mrs. White herself.”He took his hand back from Tom’s and presented it to Anya. He leanedforward in a slight cordial bow before the gorgeous Russian.”Adela’s description of your beauty doesn’t even come close to afirst-hand view. Anya, if I’m not mistaken?”Anya, her face turning a flushed red, daintily presented her own handbefore the caramel mogul. For a moment she had to remember whether or notAnya was actually her name.”D-Da, is very nice meetink you…finally” stammered Anya. “Thank youmuch for invitink me and Tom to party.”” < Oh, the pleasure is all mine, my dear. Coxville indeed is fortunateto have such a vision living among them >” Brooks replied…in perfectRussian.Anya’s dark eyes popped with surprise. Mr. Brooks spoke Russian!? Shewas silently gasping at this newly learned fact.”Whoa! What was that?” said Tom, taken aback.”Well I’ll be…” said the Mayor from behind them. “Boy speaks thewoman’s language.”” < Your Russian...> Anya replied in kind. < It is very good. Niet,perfect. >“” < I've studied a few languages over the years. It is nowhere nearperfect, but I've learned enough. I am grateful for your approval. >“”What’s he sayin” said Tom, obviously getting flustered at the fact hecouldn’t understand the exchange between the tall Negro and his wife.”Tom, is amazink, Da? Mr. Brooks speak Russian.””Yeah…what a coincidence” Tom replied, more than skeptical.”Well shit son, you turn everything you touch into gold too?” said theMayor, chuckling and up ending an entire glass of Diabolique wine down histhroat….Anya pressed herself hard against the tall light skinned negro, her hugebreasts pressing themselves firmly against his solid chest. If pressed,Anya White would not be able to explain the events that transpired over thenext two hours. She would not be able to explain exactly how she and Mr.Brooks found themselves alone and upon each other in some quiet room insideMr. Brooks’ vast manor. She wouldn’t know or describe how she and he cameto be locked inside an almost violent embrace, lips locked together in afervor that almost made the room they were standing in arid with sharedhuman heat. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought.The room itself was crème colored nook, decorated with old art piecesand sculptures that looked to be African in origin, brown oaken furniturelaying here and there, a large crème colored couch conveniently sittingbefore the embracing couple as though waiting to catch them both. A smallround glass table settled next to that holding Anya’s `sixth’ half-devoured glass of the black Dioabolique wine.A rich man’s `man-cave’ could have been the word to describe it. It wasa secluded room, spacious and dimly lit by several standing lamps placed onthe four corners of the room. All the modern features of a modern loungeroom but – with an interesting addition — of the huge one way mirror thatstood tall on the far wall in front of the embracing couple. A one waymirror that observed the party as it continued – quite wildly in fact -without them. Anya would only think to ask him about it much later.Anya could not tell an inquiring party (if asked) how she came to be soturned on. Certainly she had found Brooks to be an attractive man, niet,gorgeous even. But she wasn’t at all considering acting on the attraction.She had made a mistake once before not too long ago. At the previous bookclub meeting with her friends she had gotten into quite a bit of carnalmischief on the insistance of her best friend Jenny Summers. That had beena brief (near jaw breaking) mistake, and one she eventually concluded -through some conflict of logic and desire – couldn’t and wouldn’t happenagain.But now, here she was. Sucking on the tongue and gently biting thelower lips of Alexander ‘Shemar’ Brooks. She couldn’t remember exactly howit happened. She’d recall having another glass of wine, its taste onceagain delectable. She recalled Brooks saying something to the effect of”would you like to see something interesting, Mrs. White?” and herselfexcitedly replying “Da!” without a second thought. And if given a momentto ponder it, she might even have remembered her husband Tom calling out toher, drunkenly slurring the words,”Anya! Come-bagk’ere” and “Don’chu walg-away-frumme!”The hows, whys and wherefores slowly fell into and out of understandingfor the gorgeous Russian woman. How she came to be in this room, alonewith Mr. Brooks. Why Mr. Brook’s huge bodyguards had entered the foyerwhen she and Mr. Brooks took their leave of the party, and where – in theworld – had Miss Laveau run off to? Anya would have wanted the painfullysexy black woman to her here to watch as she wildly stripped off Brooks’clothes, pulling and tearing at the buttons of his white shirt.She would have wanted to show to sexy Negress what she’d much she hadbeen missing out on in her error of NOT fucking one of the country’swealthiest men the first chance she got. Anya was so turned on already,the points between her legs so warm and on the cusp of climax, thatthoughts of caution and what her husband might think shed with everyarticle clothing the interracial couple took off of one another. None ofthe details mattered. All that mattered to her was getting this tallcaramel skinned vision naked!When Anya got Brooks’ shirt off, she gasped at what she saw. The creoleman was built to perfection! Solid pecs, even and numerous lines of musclelining the path that led all the way down to man’s stunning eight pack abs.” < My goodness! Look at you! >” she bellowed, holding back a smallorgasm just from observing him. Both her hands were at the edges of whereshe had ripped off his shirt, buttons popping and flying off in variousdirections of the room.”You like?” replied Brooks, his smile almost making her cum then andthere.Without another word she was upon him again, kissing his full caramellips and every inch of his chest and almost clawing at his shoulders to getthe remains of his shirt off. Meanwhile he was grabbing a solid handful ofher left breast, while his other hand traveled downward and pulled at thestring line of her panties. They were at her heels in an instant, and thestraps holding up the high part of her black dress fell a moment later whenBrooks’ large hands pulled at it.Anya’s huge round breasts came free with a beautiful bounce uponspilling free of its clothed restraints. Her having worn no bra that nightmade the effect twice as eye-catching. They were medium toned for a whitewoman, pert in a way that almost defied reason, and marked with two tannedbuds for nipples that Brooks observed to already be hard.”Holy shit…” said Brooks, just as fascinated with Anya’s body as shewas his. “Coxville certainly knows how to keep their women looking right.””No Coxville…” Anya said, her English getting worse by the second fromher arousal. “I doch iz Cherniderivo. Is Russia you should thank…”Pulling the black dress further down, he could see the rest of her was justas impressive. The lines of her stomach – honed from copious exercise andaided with the gift of genetics – led to a gorgeously shaped set of hips.Her dress was bunched up above her thighs and pulled down from her chest ina manner that it stayed in the center of her stomach, looking like nil morethan a solid black bunched up sash of fabric around her. As a result hecould see the greater expanse of her body, and felt a powerful surge pulsethrough his body. Brooks only got the briefest glimpse of Anya’s perfectshaved pussy however, because in an almost blinding speed she had droppedto her knees and had commenced tugging at the buckle of his belt.There was a slight ring and clatter of metal as she pulled and tugged atthe article.”Let see what you are hidink in here for Anya, Da?”She looked up at Brooks, giving him a seductive mischievous glance withher dark eyes. Brooks said nothing, his face stern and watching her pullat his pants. Her hands shook slightly as she tried working the beltloose, her fingers fumbling out of excitement. Tom is going to be irate,she thought. She had heard her husband calling out to her when she walkedoff with Brooks. She knew he wouldn’t simply let that go. But all thesame, this fact did not stop her from undoing Brooks’ belt. She continued,and succeeded a second or two later in working it loose and undoing thebutton holding his slacks in place.She then, slowly, pulled zipper of his pants down. A grating and almostpalpable tension fell over the dimly lit room with her anticipation. Ican’t believe I’m doing this, she thought again as she pulled downward onboth Brooks’ pants and the plain black boxers worn beneath them. When AnyaWhite finally got a glimpse of Brooks’ naked flesh sitting behind hisboxers however, all her worries and concerns for Tom, Todd, her littlesuburban home, and her role as a housewife fell away with the singlethroaty gasp that escaped from her.”BOZCHE MOI!!”…Not long before Anya had gotten to work unveiling her prize in thelounge of the manor, the bodyguards of the Brooks estate were standing atthe front of the large archway. There were five in total, four of whom hadfound themselves settled in different locations on the stoop and steps atthe front of the place, sitting and standing perhaps a bit more relaxedthan bodyguards should have been, considering who their employer was. Theconversation they were engaged in was also less than professional.”I’m talkin big country BOOTY, big country TITTIES, bro~YA!” bellowed`Big’ Rich, making a crude hand sculpture that was intended to mimic theshape of one of the hostesses’ bountiful lady parts from his position onthe manor’s stoop. Richard, aka `Big’ Rich stood at an even six feet tall,his shiny bald head acting in a stark contrast to his thick bushel of blackbeard.”Yeah, dez white girls discoverin dem’ red beans`n rice, dats fo sho.”Replied the second bodyguard, Darius from the opposite end of the stoop. Darius was the largest of the crew at 6’7″, and was built like a titanforged out of obsidian, and his suit was barely able to contain the amountof mass behind the cloth. His voice was almost supernaturally deep, while`Big’ Rich’s made him sound far younger than he looked.The two other guards, the young and lean brown skinned Terrance, and thestocky, deathly silent (at times eerily so) almost jet black colored manwhom the others jokingly called `Zulu’, both sat near the bottom of thesteps. Terrance, the youngest brotha at twenty-two and second newestmember of the bodyguard cell, chuckled at the discourse. Zulu – by far theeldest member of the group at an easy forty years and longest servingbodyguard of Mr. Brooks – stood just at the bottom of the stairs, a litcigarette hanging by what looked like the very edge of his big lips. Darius and Rich both seemed to be in their mid-thirties.”Ha-ha, ya’ll too much!” laughed Terrance.”You saw what I saw rook.” Said Rich, “dem bitches in der dah baddestBrooks has brought in yet!””True dat.” concurred Darius. The pair spoke with certainty, as theyhad several affairs of this type under their belts. Zulu didn’t speak ofhow many he was totting in service, but they figured it must have beensizable giving his tenure with Brooks.”Ey, don’t be callin me rook no more. I been here three months, thatnew nigga dey just hired’s can be tha `rook’ now.””Where he at anyway?” asked `Big’ Rich. “Ain’t seen him in a minute.””He said was finna do a perimeter check” said Terrance. “I told him datwas cool by me, cuz I ain’t tryin to check SHIT, cept those fine assbitches walkin round in der.”The fifth member of the group, the one Terrance and the others simplycalled `J’, had been with the group for nil more than a week. They did notknow much about the newbie aside from a couple scarce facts; That he wasCoxville native, and was brought in exclusively on request of Miss Laveau,and also that physically the man was beyond formidable. Tall, almost asburly as Darius, and damn near black as night like Zulu. They’d gottenalong the five of them, though a few intense words and moods were exchangedbetween Darius and J when the veteran attempted to establish dominance tothe newbie. Rich had jumped in to break up the tumult before it got ugly,while Terrance decided following Zulu’s lead and keeping quiet on thematter was the smarter choice.”He prolly in the back scoopin dez ho’s out low. Prolly beatin his meatright now…” added Darius.”Sheeit, too bad we ain’t gettin inta that mu’phucka to spit gamethough.” Said Terrance, trying in vain to steal a glance from the windowset far behind him, and giving up when the act of turning his neck becameuncomfortable “Dey too busy servin crab and crackers to tha crackas inder.”Darius and ‘Big’ Rich both laughed in unison, some silent joke beingexchanged between the two of them.”Damn…” said Rich, visually taken aback by the statement. “You izgreen, ain’t ya rook?”Terrance looked at them, a confused and slightly vexed expression on hisface.”Ey!” replied Terrance, taking it as an affront. “What’s dat spose tamean?” Again, the two veterans laughed, enjoying the junior bodyguard’shuffed reaction.”Ey Zulu, you didn’t explain ta tha little nigga what tha deal is?” Zulusaid nothing, simply choosing to take a huge drag of his cig in response.”Ah shit, Zulu ain’t told you.””Told me what?” Darius and Rich gave each other scanning glances,debating whether or not they should fill the rookie in.”You been here three months an don’t know wat tha deal iz wit Brooks’parties?””Aw, come on guys. Don’t gimme dat `veteran’s secret’ hazing shit. Igot enough ah dat at ma last gig.””Even tha other rook know what tha scoop iz, lil’ T.” said Rich. `Lil’T’ was the nickname they had adopted for him.”Dats because dat nigga live here, Rich” said Darius. “Tha big mommahired him cuz he know tha streets here betta than most. Figured she’dlevel wit him and tell him what’s up if he put tha word out in the ghettothat Brooks ain’t to be fucked wit.”It only took one’s recollection of Miss Adela’s big round ass and hugetits to understand where Darius’ nickname of `Big Momma’ came from. Silently they all appreciated the mental image of Miss Laveau.”Dis yo first outside job for Mr. Brooks Lil’ T ?””Nah” replied Terrance, “third. First one was dis bunk business meetinin L.A., second was tha party he threw in New York. The rest was justround tha clock shit at his old apartment. Nuttin special.” Dariuschuckled, “yeah…dat explain it.””Explain what?”” I ain’t talkin bout no weak ass business meetin, or some lame bullshitNew York party. You ain’t been to one of Mr. Brooks’ reeeeal partiesyet.””Dis’ll be yo first one.” Added Rich.This stumped the younger Negro. He had no idea what a `real’ party ofMr. Brooks was supposed to entail. Miss Laveau had spent almost an hourexplaining a slew of details, numerous `do’s don’ts and expectations whenthey first hired as a bodyguard. Not once had she mentioned anything afterhe had been employed. Granted…at the time Terrance was a bit preoccupiedwith other thoughts. Like; what his dick would look like pressed betweenLaveau’s big brown titties, and; how good her ass would look popping up anddown `twerk style’ on his dick. On second thought, Terrance hadn’tremembered much of anything about what Miss Laveau had told him. For allhe recalled, she may have spent the better part of that hour going indetail about what good parties Mr. Brooks threw.”Awww, little niggas poppin his cherry.” Said Darius, almost mockingly.”Tha fuck ya’ll talkin bout man?Silence.”Zulu, come on man. What dey talkin bout?”Even more silence from the jet black elder.”Ya’ll are fuckin wit me.”Darius and ‘Big’ Rich busted out in laughter again, taking in Terrance’svexation as he gave them the middle finger. And Zulu, still standing likea statue with his lit cigarette, even let the smallest hint of smirk crosshis dark lips. Their uproar was abruptly put down however when the manordoor suddenly opened. Standing halfway out of the door was none other thanthe stunning Miss Adela herself. A single thick leg stepping out into thenight, while the upper half of her body peaked out at the men, teasing thesucculent arch of her breasts in her imacaulate white dress.All the warmth and glamour of her face was replaced by a cold and beyondstern beauty, an icy elegance that hinted of no humor whatsoever. Theirlaughter died instantly upon noticing her arrival. Terrance fumbled toerect himself from his seated position on the stairs, while Darius and Richshot themselves to attention before the goddess. Even Zulu made it a pointto turn on his heel and flick his cigarette behind him. She appraised themen, saying nothing while looking each man up and down. Terrance had noidea what was going on. His heartbeat quickened and the slightest moisturehinting of sweat formed on his brow. After a long uncomfortable moment,Adela spoke. Her tone, still silky and tingling to the ear, came off anothing but `no-nonsense’. And somehow, for some reason despite her havingjust come outside, Terrance knew that Adela was aware of everything thathad transpired in their conversation.”Where is Jerome?” She asked.”Checkin the perimeter ma’am” replied Rich, his tambour flipping rathercomically from `shit-talker’ to humble in the flatness of a second.At this she half-cocked a thin dark eyebrow, and said “I see…” Andafter another strained moment of silence, she added,”Well gentlemen…showtime…this way”, and opened the door into themanor proper, beckoning the to come inside….Inside Brooks’ manor, Terrance was slack jawed in awe at the sheer scaleand elegance of the place. He had never been inside, and he was fairlycertain none of his fellow bodyguards had seen it up close in its completedform either. With all the commotion that had been going on in preparationfor the party, the men had next to no space to really be anywhere neartheir employer. Inside the room was a rabble of activity. The guestswere, from what Terrance could plainly see, enjoying themselves. The groupconsisted in vast majority of happy white faces, full glasses of inky darkwine that were guzzled down, quick as though it were water, and – asTerrance equally noted – more than a few happy hands touching and gropingat guests as well as some of the hostesses.At first Terrance thought Miss Laveau had brought them in to break up orkeep an eye on the guests and their acts towards the sexy group of servers.Make sure these drunk crackers don’t get too frisky and free-feeling withthe help. This however, did not seem to be the case. As the fourbodyguards strode in,, finely suited – as black men in a crowd of whites -and standing out like the proverbial sore thumb, Terrance noticed that thehostesses themselves were actually enjoying the attention they werereceiving from patrons.They smirked at a gentle (feigned accidental) groping of the chest, andsmiled at a slight patting of their asses. This was happening in risingregularity as the bodyguards took their positions as dictated from MissLaveau. As Terrance observed the crowd, he caught a full on visual of theparty. Many of what looked like the town’s high end members were allmaking merry around each other. Drinking and chatting it up like crackerswithout a care in the world often did. Terrance made it a point to try andseek out where Mr. Brooks was, keeping in mind the first rule he learnedon the job of `never lose sight of your client. He scanned the place, highand low, but it was only when he looked at the busiest section of the foyerthat he found him.Mr. Brooks was chatting it up with one of the finest white bitchesTerrance had ever seen! And – observing the guests beforehand – that wassaying something. Jet black hair, full dick worthy lips, big ol’ whitetitties, muscular thighs that looked capable of crushing watermelon, and aass that near exploded from the back of her tight fitting black skirt. ‘Big’ Rich and Darius had noticed her too upon setting sights on Brooks,and by their faces they were thinking the same thing as Terrance.”Boss man don’t waste no time, huh?” Murmured Darius to Rich.”Always taken da finest one fo hisself” replied Rich.Terrance hadn’t heard the exchange, but from the body language observedbetween the raven haired woman and their tall and ridiculously handsomeemployer, he knew what was going down. Silently they watched the crowd,which seemed to be growing ‘friendlier’ by the second. Some of the guestseven put forth an effort to speak to the guards in their varying positionsof the room.”Who let you boys in here?” belted one old man. He was an older baldingCaucasian fellow of no particular clout or portent besides being theassistant of the mayor’s assistant (or something). Most likely aware ofthis fact, the man seemed to be on the better half of drunk. “You’resposed to be *hick* OUT-SIDE!” said one man to Terrance.”Oh, Mister Dupree,” called Adela from not far away. “They’re in hereon Mr. Brooks’ request” she said.In response Mr. Dupree merely sniffed, took a strong sip of wine, andwalked away before Terrance could say a word. Dried up old asshole, wasprobably the nicest thing Terrance thought about the old racist geezer.”Wow…you’re tall” said Mindy, looking up at the towering Darius. “Ain’t he tall Mel?” she said – half slurring to her twin sister and takinga gulp of wine.”Yep…he sure is” the twin replied, just as slurry as her sister andtaking another sip of her own snifter.In response Darius merely grinned at the girls. He observed the twowhite women where they stood. Tight bodies, he thought. Big ol tittiestoo. Darius was noticing this town was infamous for that. At first hefigured they’d honed their bodies playing some `spoiled brat’ sport liketennis. However upon noting the medium tone of their skin he concludedthey were both more likely swimmers. `Big’ Rich meanwhile was makingflirty eye contact with the doe eyed waitress, the mysterious Merissa. Instead of nervously looking away like most girls did when he looked atthem, she simply gazed back with an aluring tease of a smile curving herluscious lips.Damn, thought Rich, definitely the hottest group yet! And from themiddle of the staircase, Zulu observed the entire layout of the room in hisnoted stony silence, taking only an occasional glance at the two older -but still VERY sexily built – blonde couple of Candy Cox and Ronda VanBuskirks.Miss Laveau was then seen standing at the top of the staircase, in thecenter of the second floor walkway where she had earlier announced Mr. Brooks’ entrance. She watched the room like a hawk for some minutes,drinking in the image of the crowd. The steady heave of her full breastsquickened as she watched everyone, touching playing, groping just a bitmore than before, and all the while the diabolique wine flowed and wasdrunken with wanton glee. And when the heat of the room went up by enoughto where it began to cause men to loosen their ties and women to beginfanning at their necks and only slightly glistening chests, Miss AdelaLaveau spoke…”Ladies and gentlemen!” Everyone in the room looked up at her, theirmany white faces looking up in adoration, and a budding desire for her bodythat was now only barely contained through congeniality and politeness.”Are you all having fun this evening?” A rise of yelps and applause.”So glad to hear it. It brings us nothing but joy to know youbeautiful, beautiful people are enjoying yourselves with us tonight!”Again, a hail of yelps, hoots and applause. The crowd was so busy givingpraise to their having a good time, that none of them caught the covert actof Mr. Brooks whispering something into Anya White’s ear. Adela caughtthe motion, and couldn’t help but smirk at the sudden effect it had on thedark haired Russian. Adela heard not their words, but by the abrupt thoughsurreptitious manner they both made their way from the room (much to Mr. White’s disapproval) she knew what was to come next for the pair of them,and she licked her lips at the thought of it.”And if you all are having fun now…” she then said, “then this nextpart…well…” she trailed off, instead allowing the subtle click of thehandheld remote she had been quietly palming, convey all as the overheadspeakers came to life with music. Music with a very peculiar vocaltrack……Anya White was on her knees; her round bare ass nestled on the bottomsof her feet, her eyes wide and a hand over her mouth as she gazed in awe atthe sight before her. Her other hand was in the process of pulling downAlexander Brooks’ pants and boxers. When she saw the meaty top of theblack man’s veiny penis, she was impressed. When she observed itsthickness – easily as dense as her arm – she was taken with a marked gaspthat made her nipples bud tight and her pussy quiver. But when she keptpulling down on his pants, and noted how the inches on the mulatto bull’scock seemed to just go on and on and on, inch after inch unveiling likesome kind of caramel snake, and ending only a centimeter or so shy of theman’s kneecaps, she was decidedly and irrevocably amazed.”BOZCHE MOI!!” she near screamed. She’d never seen a dick so big andlong in her life!Anya had not been a total stranger to the lure of black cock. Not solong ago she’d had her first encounter with it while at the abode of herbest friend Jenny Summers. Jenny, herself, Ivana Swallows, BiancaBlackwood and Sammy Spitzmen. They had all taken turns slurping on thelong thick black log belonging to a young man named Samson West. Anya had- to her great dismay – done the poorest out of the group. Samson’smassive cock had been too much for her untrained mouth, and she spurted upspit it out within seconds of trying to take it down her throat. SamsonWest’s big fat dick had been too much for her. Now she was on her kneesgazing at a monster cock that made the West boy’s look like…well…aboy’s.”Is biggest dick I ever seen!” she said, the word `dick’ sounding morelike `deek’, her mouth feeling the onset of phantom ache just picturing itdeep in her gullet.”Want a taste?” Brooks said, a devious grin forming on his handsomefeatures.”Is way too big! No way I could take in mouth” she said, flabbergastedby the mere thought of trying to take on such a monstrous member.”I think it goes nicely with those amazing breasts of yours my dear.”said Brooks, looking down with a sultry delight at the Russian’s roundtits. “Let’s see what they look like together.”Anya looked down at her breasts. She only very rarely tried putting adick between her breast. The time she tried was sorely unsuccessful. Tomhad wanted to do it with her once before, and was more than frustrated whenhe saw – or rather didn’t see – his cock come anywhere near the top of herpressed cleavage. She had found his effort amusing, yet she got only amild pleasure from the act. With the third arm Mr. Brooks was packinghowever… well, daunting didn’t even begin to describe it! The thought ofan attempt however made her shake. Christ, I’m so horny, she thought.”We’ll start there, and work our way up to the -ahem- oral part of theinterview…””Interview?” said Anya, looking up at him bewildered.”Why yes. That’s what this is you see. An interview. I’ve an eye fortalent Mrs. White. And you…I must say…”Letting himself trail off, Brooks observed Anya’s body. Looking at hercurves, her smooth skin, her gorgeous lips, big tits and long lush ravenhair, he felt a surge of pleasure jolt his senses. It made his cocktwitch, coming to life with a subtle pumping of blood. Anya saw this, andwas again left gasping at how it dangled majestically in front of her.”You are gifted with MANY glorious…assets.””You too…” replied Anya in kind, unable to take her gaze off Brooks’monster cock and huge fist-sized balls.”But of course, like any employer, an interview is necessary. ALONG…DEEP…THOROUGH interview…” At the words long and deep, Anyaquivered.”What do you say Mrs. White?” She looked up at him, and in his face shesaw the snark and bite of a challenge etched on his face. His Africanfeatures seemed to take over when he smiled. It set her off, hisconfidence sparring off with her own knowledge of how sexy she was.”One question Mr. Brooks…” she said.”Yes?””Are you…how to say…true black man?””I think the epithet you’re looking for is…real nigga”, he replied,the bass of his voice indeed making him sound far blacker than anything theraven haired Russian had ever heard. “Indeed, Mrs. White…despiteappearances and what you may have heard. I’m about as real as a niggagets…”The word nigga played with Anya’s ears. Hearing it in the south, thenegative connotations it carried, it often quietly excited her. She couldnever fully understand why, but hearing it, and knowing of Mr. Brooks’validity as a black man. She simply had to know, had to hear him say it.It – for some reason – mattered to her. And when she got her confirmation,her brain suddenly went back to her earlier failings in taking on the`nigga dick’ of Samson West, as he had stated it to her that evening. Andin another moment, Anya took a free hand and allowed it to rise. Rise uptowards Mr. Brooks and his huge nigga cock, and allowed herself to get afirm grip on the vast stretch of meat dangling in front of her, teasing heras it hung hard and strong.” < Well then... in that case Mr. Brooks...what I say is... >” shereplied in a low pausing purr of Russian, pulling Brooks’ massive meat outof his pants and holding it, one handed, above above her face, his dickstretching far enough in inches to where it overshot her head!” < I hope this big nigga dick of yours is ready for Anya... >“…It took some cajoling, but my brother and I eventually got the drunkenNegro to spill the location of this `Congo Square’. As we raced down thestreets of New Orleans and into the quarter where my Inna was said to havetraverse, my heart sank deep into my belly. It was a region sectioned offalmost entirely for the blacks of this land! A section of land where thefreed and escaped slaves once owned by these American dogs congregated andmade their own. What on earth would have possessed my dear Inna to venturethere of all places is a wonder that I – even now in these devilish nighthours near candlelight – cannot deduce, and dare not delve todiscover…especially not after what we found upon…niet…not yet. Imust steel myself to write of such things.When my brother and I arrived to the square, it did not take us long tofind my wife’s location. All we had to do was follow the drumming. Thenoise, the sound of those accursed drums beating in the distance. From theadjoining alleyway connecting New Orleans proper to the secluded Negrosection, we heard a clatter of booming drums coming from some distanceahead of us. In the dark it was hard to see the source of the noise, butfrom the opening of the far alley we could see the gathered precession ofpeople – varying colors of black and brown and a surprising number of whitein fanciful cloaks and covers – in the distance. We went forward, and aswe drew nearer with each step, the drumming became louder.The beat of the drums thundered in my chest in a manner that I cannotfully describe in words comrade. The beats resounded throughout my being,and though my poor eyesight did not allow me to move forward with my eyes,the sound beckoned me onward as though a malicious guide. When we enteredthe actual square – a huge circular quarter with tenements and workestablishments – we found ourselves in the middle of a most macabregathering. It was a celebration of such insidious power and sinister gleethat it could have only hailed from the dark continents I have heard of. Many people, dark people of varying shades of brown, and black of almostobsidian color were gathered, and – to my shock – a peppering of well-to-dowhites, and those who appeared to be of Spanish decent were collected intothe circle making up the archaic tableau.The drums given aid by the gathered crowd’s persistent clapping of handsand stomping of feet. A band of blacks were beating on the skins of largeethnic drums, their course hands smashing out the unfamiliar booms thatfelt like individual blows to my chest. Over the noise I had to yell to mybrother the suggestion of us splitting up to find my Inna. I called to himthree times, though he failed to hear my words in its entirety. In the endhowever…no such splitting of our party was required. We spotted my Innamere moments after, and it there where my tragic tale of horror hits itsapex oldest comrade.It has been suggested that I am currently suffering from the shock,`trauma’ they call it, from what my foreign eyes have witnessed in thisstrange land. Our Captain Hughes – who was conspicuously absent only untilthe climax of my horror story – calls it `battle trauma’, a `thousand yardstare’ which he claims to have seen on soldiers during his days in theAmerican military. I know nothing of combat, but I do know that I haveseen horrors. The disturbing image of that woman, that black temptress,Lav-voo or Lav-oh. Her arms swaying rhythmically to the beat, along with ahost of several others who were keeping pace and tempo with the drums. Theblack woman witch, stood at the fore of the display, a serpent larger thanany I have seen in life or in any of my books adorned on her shoulders andcoiled round her arms. I yelled to my brother my spotting the harlot,though in the end my words fell dead on my tongue when the tribal musicsuddenly came to an abrupt hush.The dozens – niet – hundreds gathered at this event were still andsilent as porcelain dolls. They all simply gazed on in marvel at the blackwoman began a singular dance, one independent of the music. I must trulybe in a rattled state, for I openly admit the woman’s grace and elegancewas enough to stop one’s heart. She swayed to and fro in the gatheredcircle, her arms hoisting the pet serpent as though it were a tool to beused, yet contractively, revered. A steady rise of words that I could notunderstand came in random bursts from the crowd. I could catch the name”Marie” at shifting moments, as though it were a part of some prayer orperhaps a call of affection to the dancing Negress. My brother nudged meat one point, and guided my gaze to the older woman who stood not too farfrom the swaying ebony witch. Da, an older woman, an aged vision in herown right, whose high round bosoms, captivating facial features andhypnotic dark eyes could have only identified as this Marie woman’sdaughter. Da, they were related, for witches in every culture it seems -African and Russian alike – share their black devilry from generation togeneration. Their sinister magic is something that is passed down frommother to daughter, and thereafter spreads like a disease, infecting everypure maiden it can reach…my Inna included.The dance continued, and gradually the noise from the crowd rose to ahellacious pace. The woman danced faster, and in response came acollective grunt of garbled language that I could not understand. Not evenmy brother – far more versed in the English tongue than I – couldtranslate. It was a harsh yet slick sounding phrase, one that connotedv******e and a command for worship in but five syllables that wentsomething to the effect of; `Zom-bay-Dam-Ba’la’. I fear of having ittranslated, for I feel in my bones that it is an evil phrase. I regreteven penning a rough attempt at translation it to this letter, and Ifervently implore you not to read the evil out loud comrade, shoddytranslation or no. They continued this chanting for some while, and whenthe chanting came to near a fever…he appeared. He was as titanic andterrifying a being as any poster could have shown him cloaked, and then agreat deal more when observing his naked form, which he bore openly andproud before to the crowd as he entered the circle.A phallus the length of more than a foot comrade! A penis that defiedthe god’s good reason and will! It hung like a third arm between hismuscular legs, and in the seconds it took me to identify the b**st’s boonas a matter of fact rather than some aggravated landowner’s exaggeration,the witch Laveau had fallen to her knees, prostrating herself before thedark bearded giant, Prospero Black. The witch began to – in an entirelydeploring public display – began to stroke the creature. The act had adisgusting effect on the observing crowd. Some cheered, others howled, andmany more drank in what I perceived as celebration to the Black’s risingmember.At some point the younger witch had passed off the serpent to the elder,and in doing so I realized that the snake was merely a symbol. It was anaffectation intended to please and beckon this bull of a man, this fugitiveslave into coming forth. The brown woman’s strokes turned into lightsuckle, and the light suckles turned into heavy sucks. And the heavy suckson the brute’s giant penis head caused him to rise like a staff on a battlefield. It was appalling…and yet…yet I could not bring myself to turnaway from the feat. A part of me truly wishes I’d had. For the next partcomrade…the next part is what has left me plagued with nightmares.I was doubly transfixed when the Negress Marie shamelessly removed theupper portion of her clothing, exposing her taut flesh, lightly muscledstomach and large bosoms to the onlookers and her dark lord. As the Mariewoman sucked, more women entered the circle, their various clothes andshawls also dropping away to reveal skin of a number of colors. Dark blackwomen, brown skinned Spaniard women, several mulattos and one or two womenso fair their skin looked almost the paler of snow compared to the exposedblack bull. They all fell to their knees before Black, Marie sucked on thenow engorged head until the others drew in close enough, while the otherwomen assisted by licking his legs, thighs, the ripples of his chiseledblack abdominals and so forth. Thereafter Prospero began to stroke himselfbefore the women. And in the onset of this, the witch began to chant inthat damnable foreign tongue of hers.I cannot recall their exact phrasing, nor do I truly wish to. It was acadence and tambour that could only have hailed from the darkest and mostdepraved regions of the world. It carried across the square like aninvisible smoke, spreading from the epicenter of her mouth and cloudingacross the gathered crowd. And always…always punctuated with a peculiarword. Word, or perhaps…a name…Da a name. For I heard at the beginningof the mad woman’s chant, her addressing the word as such. Hearme…Dam-Bal-la she said. Even thinking of it and the near drunkenexpression on the witch’s face – as well as the other women – leaves mewith gooseflesh and palpable dread. Upon her recital of her strangelanguage, the women went to work on the large brute.They helped him stroke his huge member, their dainty hands pulling atthe long stretch of manhood. They took him into their mouths. Theysuckled at his enormous head, they gobbled hungrily on his massivetesticles in groups of three and four, sometimes even five, and licked allalong his dark shaft as the witch chanted. They were ravenous, reduced tonil more than crazed harlots. One particular woman – the fairest of thelot with white skin and inky jet black hair – was especially spirited inthe ritual. She forwent the act of sharing the slave-king’s massive member- now erect and outstretched over the women like a warrior’s beating club -and went to taking the whole bounty into her mouth unassisted. From myposition in the crowd, my shocked eyes could only make out the back of thewoman’s head as it bobbed forwards and backwards in a frantic – almostsuperhuman display. She did this in concert with her arms, that turned andjerked on the expanse of the bull.Even from a distance and over the crowd of onlookers I could hear thevarious suckling and choking sounds belting up from the woman, along withthe Negress’s evil calls. The onlookers hooted and hollered, they clappedand took deep drags of their liquor, they whistled and wooted and hailedthe woman with all manner of disgusting praise. We were all united in thefray of decadence as the lone woman forced herself front and center of thecollection, and took on the black b**st alone with her mouth and hands. And as she slurped and spurted, he head lunging forwards and backwards, theBlack man stood firm. His arms at his sides and his head held high. Asavage king being serviced by a fair skinned white woman with stunninglylarge and round bosoms. Breasts that matched even the witch Marie and herwitch mother.And in that crass detail, I realized the identity of the woman. Thelarge breasts as they bounced from the woman’s efforts to suck, I’d seethat motion many a time. Da…seen it many times in the bed chamber of myhome…a close frontal view of my Inna when she would bounce up and downhypnotically upon me during our love-making. When the dark-haired womanturned her head to get at the unswallowed parts of Black’s inhuman cock, Isaw the countenance to be none other than my own Inna. My Inna, bended onboth knees, sucking at the manhood of a dark Negro. Sucking it in an outof her mouth with the fury of an opium addict upon the pipe.This single image never fails to give my pen pause…I have sat here forhours now attempting to describe the ordeal to you as coherently anduncrudely as possible friend Kostya. Watching my wife, the woman I havepledged my lifelong love and devotion to…to see her prostrated beforethat…that…that monster and his inhuman phallus! It is more than anygood Russian man could or should ever have to bear. And through it all,the mad witch continued chanting, ending each sentence with that accursedname of Dam-ba-laIn the moments that followed, my stomach went ill. Ill in such ferocitythat I almost longed for the ocean sea once again to consider it soothingby comparison. My brother shouted something to me. The crowd around usfell into an uproar. When my brother grabbed my shoulder, I’d heard himsay the words,”Grab her brother!”It was only in the next moment that I saw the gun he had been holding.My brother held a small firearm in his hands. He must have grabbed in theminutes of our departure from the Inn. His look of desperation inspiredmine, and in turn ignited my madness. I rushed the crowd; blind rage andwant for my wife to be returned to me taking over common sense. I heardthe shot ring out just before grabbing my Inna’s arm, pulling her away fromthe long sloppy pole and stepping over the other women, uncaring of whetheror not my steps had harmed them. The act of this angered the crowd andenraged the Black man.His eyes went from admiring the sight of my Inna sucking at his evilpenis, to glowering at me with a hatred hot enough to brand cattle and meltiron. He spoke to me, though it was in crude English that I could hardlymake sense of. I was far too concerned with throwing Inna over myshoulder, and fighting off the flurry of blows she – in her own apparentmadness – rained down upon me. She beat her fists at my back, she clawedand scratched at my arms and neck, struggling to break free. Her ravenhair flew about in a way that made her look like wild and rabid, her barebreasts heaving and flopping about only making the sight of her moreprimitive.” < This evil place has possessed her! > I shouted to my brother.” < Unhand me Sergei!" > she screamed. ” < Not finished! He did notfinish! UNHAND ME! > It was madness, pure madness Kostya. The b**st andthe harlot reduced my wife to a nymphomaniac. The feralness of her darkeyes took on an otherworldly pierce and glaze. The witch then spoke, andin turn the large brute called after me. With the onset of several moreshots fired – whether from my brother’s gun or someone else in the crowd Ido not know – the gathering s**ttered in a chaotic stampede. The rumble ofso many feet going in every direction made the ground quake, and theshouting and screaming could have been the accompany orchestra of Ragnarok,the end of days itself as we read in the old books and Slavic stories.Later, myself – Inna hurled over my shoulder and held through the insanestrength of panic – and my brother would regroup and make our way back tothe end. Inna’s crazed spell would wear off only in small increments, asshe would constantly berate me for interrupting the evil ritual.”< You! > She would growl, a pointed finger aimed at my face, her ownturned into a cruel sneer. Her chin and cheeks smeared with her own spitand (to my profound disturbance) secretions from the Black monster. “< Youruined it! You ruined it! He did not finish! He was going to finishbefore you showed up and ruined everything! It was going to be beautiful,and you ruined it! >” My Inna would repeat this for the better part of thenight in our quarters inside the Inn. My brother had to empty his flasksedating her, forcing her to drink the strong vodka until she lulled intoan uneasy sleep, and even then…on her tongue was,” < It was going to be...beautiful...>” as she fell asleep in her bed.As she slept, I took hot water and rag to her face, cleaning the disgustingliquids from her white cheeks and chin. And against fear and faith, Iasked my brother what the giant Negro had said to me before we’d made ourescape.” < I-It was nothing brother. The madness of a stupid Negroaffronted..." > Against this, I pressed him to tell me. With a deep sigh,he then translated the giant’s words upon me,”She gon git her turn, white man! Don’t care how long it take, she gongit her turn!”…Anya took the long stretch of Brooks’ cock, and laid it firmly betweenher huge breasts. It hung so hard and high that – even as Brooks bent hisknees to align his cock between the giant round mounds – the head of hismonster cock went to near the top of her head!”Such big boy you are…” purred Anya as she placed both hands on thesides of her breasts, squeezed them together and proceeded to gently moveup and down on Brooks’ nigga dick. The feeling of warmth and softnessinbetween Anya’s big titties sent Brooks into orbit. She was massaging hiscock with nothing but her mounds, the dryness being replaced almostimmediately with wet spit, and the raven haired Russian – her tongueoutstretched – drooled onto Brooks’ massive stretch of meat.”Is better when wet, Da?””Ahhh, very much so my dear” cooed Brooks.Anya fell into a groove on Brooks’ dick, the muscles of her arms flexingfrom the effort of trying to keep her pieces and Brooks’ in place. Brooks’monster cock had grown to an astounding twelve inches in response to herefforts, and she was loving every inch as it slid rhythmically up and downher chest. This isn’t a penis, Anya thought, it’s a baseball bat. Shecould feel herself getting wetter with each up and down pass. Her nipples,exposed to the air, only made her antsier.”Faster” said Brooks, a command rather than a request. Anya obliged andmoved her chest up and down faster. The feeling was sensational. Anyahuge rack brushed against Brooks’ caramel skill and erected feeling fromall the vast network of veins that popped from the base upward.”Is good?””Is very good” smirked Brooks. By that point, Anya’s nerves had workedup to near maddening degrees. Brooks turned her on in ways she couldn’teven attempt to compare to other men. She couldn’t tell if it was his rocksolid abs, his masculine facial features or the god-sized dick that was nowbrushing across her full lips, but she knew any and all of it made her wantmore.”But Anya want more” she then said, and without a word, she shovedBrooks backwards with a push of both her arms. Brooks stumbled in hisslacks, his arms slightly flailing in the surprise of being suddenlyknocked off balance.”Whoa, oh shi-!” Brooks said as his ass plopped onto the white cushionsof the couch behind him. “You little…” Brooks said, a fake sneer on hisface as he watched Anya approach. The smirk on her face, a sultry smirk ofmischief, made his nigga dick rise another inch. The front side view ofAnya enormous breasts and the hypnotic sway of her ass as she crawledtowards him made him made the veins on his cock surge and swell with newlife.”Miss Laveau is very lucky woman, havink such huge man to please her…”Anya said, raising a hand and cupping at one of Brooks’ brown testicles. It felt like a softball in her hand, and to Brooks Anya’s firm grip made adark spot of pre-cum form on the tip of his humungous wang. With her otherhand, Anya tilted Brooks’ big black cock down to near mouth. She kissedthe head lightly at first.” < A kiss for good luck. >” she said.And without another word, Anya pressed her lips against the head ofBrooks’ cock head, her lips puckered as though giving it a gentle kiss, andthen slowly – almost maddeningly so – slurped it in as though it were asingle giangantic string of spaghetti. Inch after light brown inch enteredher mouth, and inch after inch made Anya’s eyes grow wider. And I thoughtthe West boy was hung, she thought. It took the fullness of her lips andall the force her hollowed cheeks could muster to get just the first fatsix or so inches into her mouth.She used her grip on Brooks’ balls to aid her down, using his hugetesticles as a kind of anchor for her descent. The combination of suctionand the pressure of the gorgeous Russian pulling him made Brooks swoon, thesmallest threat of an orgasm tickling the base of his monster cock as shetook more and more of him into her mouth, while pulling down on him. She’sliterally got me by the balls on this one, he thought. And as if she’dheard his thoughts, Anya White – bowed on both knees before the mulattomogul – got to sucking her second black monster cock….A most peculiar thing happened to the party guests in the Brooks manor’sfoyer.”What on earth is that?” said Ronda Van Buskirks. This was her responseto the sudden rise of music playing from the speakers placed on the fourceiling corners of the room. The queerest and most exotic drumming, arhythmic thrum of hands on tightly wrapped skins pulsing above them.”Th’Sam Hill?” came mayor Van Buskirks, who stood next to his wifewearing an equal expression of confusion.The music was not loud enough to be considered a nuisance, nor did itstrike the senses as altogether unpleasant to hear. As a matter offact…the steady crash of drums echoing through the room actually had arather soothing effect on the eardrums. They rippled through one’s body,and gave a quite pleasant buzz on the body’s insides.”Just a bit of mood music” replied Adela Laveau from her position at thetop of the staircase. All the party goers looked up at her, and thenaround the room to gauge their fellow guests reaction to the strangeselection in music.”It sounds so…” began Cassie Van Buskirks blankly to the tall platinumblonde waitress Kami, not quite knowing how to finish the sentence and itseffect on her.”Ethnic?” was the word that came from Candy Cox, who -hearing the youngblondes’ statement – finished it in her stead.”Well…I knew this Brooks had some eclectic tastes…but this seems alittle overboard, doesn’t it?” said the bankers thick bodied wife.”Well…” began the twin Mel. “This is different…””Sounds like one of those Indian rain dances…” added Mindy. The twinswere a fair bit passed tipsy, and by now they’d already made it a point tomake a verbal note of everyone else in the party who had had been standingon a few drinks passed their measure.”Looks like Mrs. Kindle’s passed her limit…” Mel giggled.Across the room, the twins could see Mrs. Bobbie Sue Kindle. She hadthe strangest look on her face. It wasn’t strained, but slightly upturnedin a way that made her seem anxious. What’s this feeling, Bobbie Suethought. I feel so…, her thoughts wandered as she shifted her gaze tothe opposite side of the room. Melvin stood where her gaze finallysettled, and after observing the twerp’s black facial features, she allowedher eyes to travel downward. Down and down, passed his brightly coloredtie, starched button down shirt, and ending just at the view of the youngNegro’s crotch.Bobbie Sue knew full well what sat in there, and the memory of what itcould do – no – what it had done to her in the past, cause a slight squeakof pleasure to escape her lips. For a moment she thought she could keepher urges sealed. Keep her hunger for the well hung nerd at bay for aleast one night while out with her husband. And for a moment, Bobbie Sueeven managed to quell her desires. That was…until the words accompanyingthe drumming finally kicked in.It was a rich, low, basin creole spattered French. Old language thatwas seen as common in the South. The words came across on the speakers,and it was only when the collective warmth first began to rise in thecrowd, did anyone recognize the sultry cadence as Adela Laveau’s own,recorded and then played over the sound of the now intensifying drums. Themen in the room suddenly found themselves aroused at the effeminate bay ofthe voice. And for reasons that would have made them curious – if theyweren’t so drunk of that delicious wine – they found themselves wantingvery much to act on the rising boners resting inside they finely tailoredslacks. Rising slowly with the words that fell over the crowd like a thickblanket of warm – oh so relaxing – smoke,”Zombi Damballah, Zombi Damballah…”This repeated several times in Adela’s silken voice. The women in thecrowd, marked most notably by the twins, Cassie and Ronda Van Buskirks,Candy Cox and Bobbie Sue Kindle, raised a hand to their bountiful chests.The gesture could have been perceived as a one of shock or surprise,however the steady rubbing and stroking that commenced every time the wordDamballah was spoken, gave onlookers suggestions of otherwise. The womenunceremoniously – though strangely uniform in a collective grace of motion- separated from their respective husbands and fathers, and proceeded tofan outward in approaches towards the security guards who had beenpositioned on the outer perimeter of the room.If anyone had taken the time to track the women’s gazes, they’d havenoticed them to be settled on – quite hungrily – the four black men who hadbeen standing silent guard at different points of the room during theduration of the event. Candy Cox walked toward and thereafter got toclimbing the staircase, where the tall, brooding jet black Negro Zulustood. The expression on the old black man’s face; stern and almostexpectant of the older woman’s advance, and in response allowing theslightest smirk cross his big lips. The twins, Mel and Mindy, made theirway towards the dark brown skinned guard Darius. Cassie Van Buskirksstrode – almost as if in a trance – towards the youngest guard Terrance,while her mother Ronda closed the gap between herself and the black suitedman known as `Big’ Rich.The men in the room, marked most notably by Mayor Van Buskirks, thesheriff, and the owner of the Coxville bank were about to speak out andjump into action on the women’s sudden abandonment and approach towards theguards.”Ronda? Cassie! Where are you–” belted the mayor, who succeeded intaking one full step towards his wife before he was blocked by a short verybusty figure standing just before him.”Anything I can do for you, Mr. Mayor…” said the waitress, Delilah,with a girlish giggle.At first the mayor hadn’t looked at the girl, being too busy trying toget the attention of his -obviously drunk- wife, and trying to stop herbefore she and his evidently equally drunk daughter made a fool out ofthem.”Wh-what, no! Move aside! I need to get to my-” he said while blindlytrying move the bubbly blonde bimpo aside and make his way through thetraffic of gathering people. The mayor suddenly noticed a shift in theroom. All of the women having suddenly stopped what they’re doing andmaking their way towards the man nearest to them. Out of the corner of hiseye he could see the outline of groping and kissing going on. But thatcouldn’t be right, the mayor deduced, focused on getting to Ronda beforeshe ended her trek towards the huge niggers standing watch. He couldn’taltogether discern why, but he felt in his bones that he had to stop beforeshe reached the black bastards. Had to stop her before…”Ici me Damballah créateur de toute vie,” came from the overheadspeakers.”Are you sure” asked Delilah coyly. “Because this looks like it coulduse some…servicing.”It was then that the Mayor felt the firm grip of Delilah’s hand on him.He suddenly stopped, looked down and saw the tiny blonde’s hand grippinghis cock brazenly in front of everyone! To the mayor’s dismay andcontradictive pleasure, he saw the wanton, singularly hungry gaze held inthe beautiful young girl’s eyes. And in that moment, he couldn’t deny thathis cock – all four inches of it – was hard as a rock.”I can feel it…” said Delilah, her smile spreading. “Here, let mehelp you with that sir…”What came next would never be fully understood by the attendees ofBrooks’ manner. Nor would it be remembered, sans vague memories of intensepleasure, exertion, frustration and the ghostly remains of phantom feeling- a silent craving – sitting deep inside the wombs of every woman whoattended the party that night….The hostess Delilah sunk to her knees. She had the mayor’s pants downalmost as fast as the other women hostesses had themselves upon the othernotable men in the room. The mayor hadn’t had much time to process exactlywhat was going on. He was far too taken with the fact that his cock wasbeing sucked on with tremendous fury by the petite blonde. This tater-totcock is so easy to suck, she thought. But it seemed like he, as well asthe other men in the room, were receiving similar treatment from thehostesses. The platinum blonde Kami was passionately kissing the sheriff,while the sexy black girl Tanya was tearing at the pants of the banker. With no words they had pounced on the mayor and his lackies, all of themrock hard, and none of them prepared for the vixens who had taken them.The mayor’s glance shifted from one side of the room to the other toobserve that the little Asian servant – Mariah – as well as the silentbeauty Merissa were both rubbing the chest and kissing some other man notfive feet ahead of him. And instead of sparking people with disgust andoutrage, instead of people sprinting for the front door to get away fromthe offense, similar displays were building and eruptting all over theroom. The simple act of the first wave of women somehow exciting the entirehost of thrity people to melt into a singular tableau of kisses, gropes,strokes and crazed sucking. It distracted him so much, that the anger andconfusion he had previously been feeling towards his wife and daughter’sstrange behavior had suddenly been quelled, too satisfied by the warm mouthof the sexy little blonde and she bobbed quickly on his dick, and the sightof the other gorgeous women going about anyone – man or woman – theycrossed with similar treatment.”Ici me Damballah créateur de toute vie.” Nous attendre à recevoir votrebénédiction.” The vocals of the strange music track bellowed, sending theroom up another few degrees by the raw reaction it coaxed from the crowd.It didn’t take long at all for the mayor to come, and when he did hespasmed so hard that he lost his balance and tumbled backward onto theblack and white marble floor, meeting face to cheeks with a random couplewho had already gotten into the more active portions of their tryst, theman plowing into the woman hard from behind with all six inches of his hardcock. My god, thought the mayor, suddenly feeling himself aroused by thesight of the young nameless couple. Already he found himself hardeningagain.”Montrez-nous votre amour puissant Damballah. Nous baptiser avec vosgraines” said the overhead voice.And Delilah was already upon the mayor, stripping off her white buttondown shirt -exposing her disproportionally large mounds – and tugging ather panties, pulling them downward while saying,”Well…that was quick…and I doubt you could last longer than that ifI use my pussy.”Delilah then proceeded to mount the mayor of Coxville, and rode him withthe style and grace of a professional horseback rider. The mayor onlylasted another nine seconds against the energetic blonde’s onslaught, andbefore he knew it, he found himself quaking yet again, sweat beads formingon his bald pate.”Oh my GGGAAAAWD!” groaned the mayor. What had happened to this youngwoman? She was a charming little thing mere minutes ago. Now she’d beenreplaced with a sex-charged maniac. His words however were somewhatdrowned out with the rise of other voices that groaned and grunted in theroom. People all around him were getting into the act of pleasing oneanother.”Nous attendre à recevoir votre bénédiction. Montrez-nous votre amourpuissant Damballah.The hostesses were well at work on pleasing all the patrons. Kissing,licking, touching, and about as much fucking as they could get in beforethe climax overcame their white male partners. Tanya had stripped down toshow off her flawless light brown figure. Mariah’s black skirt was doneaway with, her shirt unbuttoned to expose her snow white breasts. Kami wasin the process of unveiling her massive mounds to one particular fellow,who appeared to cum at the mere sight of them. ‘Big Red’ Tammy wascompletely naked, overtaken entirely by the two white dicks she wassucking, and made short work of in what seemed to be under a minute.Merissa, the mysterious beauty, had taken off her shirts and prowled thefoyer, while Marisol was well at work slurping on the dick of the mayor’sassistant. None of this seemed to slow the gorgeous women’s paces. And asbodies started to collapse and fall to the floor from their efforts, halfor fully nude in the collective lust of the maddening crowd. It appearedas if every time one of the hostesses had a go a patron, they’d recoverwithin mere moments to move on to another. The fallen patron would comedown from his or her orgasm some minutes later, and once again join thefray.And during it all, Miss Adela Laveau maintained her position on thesecond floor overlooking the scene. Silent as the bodyguard Zulu, who wasin that moment taking off his tie and throwing it dismissively behind himas Mrs. Candy Cox grabbed at his belt buckle.”Strong silent type huh?” she cooed. “Let’s see if Candy can’t make yousqueal…” as she yanked at the older guard’s belt, and pulled it off in asingle slick motion from around his waist.And it was through the confident upturn of Adela’s full lips that hersatisfaction was shone. A subtle display to mark the start of what was tobe one of the hottest nights ever to befall the quaint southern town ofCoxville county.It’s definitely going to be a hot time in this hick town tonight, shethought, just before subtly sliding a finger up her smooth coco snatch….The Russian goddess took a cautious pace at first, remembering whathappened the last time she’d tried taking a big black cock withoutconsideration of how much she could handle. When Brooks commanded her togo faster, she did. And when she felt comfortable with the sheer amount ofmass probing her mouth and brushing against the sides of her mouth, shetook more.”Mmmm–mmm…” she purred, her head bobbing up and down at moderate andlater semi-fast speed. Her other hand never released itself from Brooks’balls.”Damn woman” groan Brooks. “If this is how they suck dick in Russia, Imight have to reconsider moving to Coxville.”And with that, Anya took the compliment to mean that he wanted her to upthe antee on him. And up the antee Anya did. Her head motions got faster,her lips clamping down tighter on the vast veiny mass prodding in and outof her mouth and throat. Jesus, its enormous, she thought. I feel likesuch a whore sucking this huge black cock. And that revelation – oddly -only seemed to make her want to suck harder and faster.”Unnngh dayum…” cooed Brooks.She loved hearing his silky voice groan in approval of her skills. Itmade her wet and beckoned her onward. Usually her blowjobs finished offTom in under a minute, her full powerful lips draining the man of all hehad before she’d even gotten enough spit gathered. Brooks however was thepolar opposite. The spit and slobber that soon began dribbling downBrooks’ cock couldn’t come fast enough for the sexy Russian housewife. Itflowed in both clear streaks and foamy gobs and it went deeper and deeperinto her throat. She lurched several times when Brooks half-bucked and hismaasive nigger cock hit the back of his throat. Fuck, I hope my throat cantake so much cock, Anya thought.”Fuck!” Brooks said, acknowledging that now, they were venturing intothe deeper realms of Anya White’s throat.As she braved the first set of fat inches into her mouth, her lust forthe man became apparent by the wild look her eyes adopted. This is soooomuch fun, she thought. It was a struggle to keep such a huge black cock inher mouth, but she was excited at the challenge. She’d prove herself tothe mulatoo mogul that she could take a real nigga dick. The spit she wassteadily allowing to drip and drool out of her mouth allowed her to keepher pace. She slurped and sucked at the bulk of what she had in her mouth,and let the hand she’d been using to cup Brooks’ balls massage himsteadily.”Mean head game on you Mrs. White…” said Brooks approvingly.She gasped upon allowing the full nine inches she ingested to fly out ofher mouth and flop backwards towards her black bull, his nigga dickstanding high enough in length to where it ended at man’s sculpted chest!Jesus, she thought, already I’ve made such a mess. güngören escort bayan The amount of Brooks’cock that she had been feasting on was coated with her spit and mouthjuices. The trick she had learned from Jenny served her well, but itirritated Anya when she saw how little of it she’d really managed to getdown her throat. She tilted her head down and took one of Brooks’ hugetesticles into her mouth. She sucked and kissed on it hardily, whileBrooks used a hand grip the back of the woman’s raven hair. Her full softlips and tongue felt like a wet heaven on his balls.”That’s so good. Extra love from Russia” he said.’MMMmmhm’, she murmured in agreement, lapping on one ball, then theother, and then burying her face in his crotch altogether. She shook herhead on his lap, and tugged at his sack with wet sucks of her full redlips.”Got damn!” Brooks moaned, “not afraid to go below the belt either Isee.”When she finally let go of Brooks’ caramel nutsack go, there was a loudpop that echoed inside the room, almost as if in reward for her efforts.”I Russian, I never afraid. Not even of big black nigger cock.” Shetook her hands and put them back on Brooks’ long strong dong. She jerkedit off, her hands mixing in the spit from her first attempt at a blow job.She wanted more, much more from this hung black man.”We’ll see about that”, smirked Brooks, and flicking a finger in a `comehere’ gesture, she rose to her feet. “Dress, off” he commanded. Anyaloved how Brooks gave her orders. It went against her nature to take crapfrom any man as a daughter of Cherniderivo, but she wouldn’t dare deny Mr.Brooks of whatever he wanted. Not with such a nigger dick that big andlong. When she saw him grow another two inches before her eyes -peaking ata whopping f******n inches- her pussy got soppy wet. In a near frenziedspeed she stripped the lone article of clothing off her body, pulling it upover her head and throwing it behind her. She kneeled down to pull off herheels, but paused when Brooks said,”No no, leave the heels on…”Anya smiled, “Such commandink man you are Mr.Brooks.””I know what I like…” he said. “And right now I’m really liking theidea of you riding this big black dick.” Brooks took a moment to drink inAnya’s perfect body. The curve and tautness of her hips and abs, the hugeswell of her breasts and the simply delicious look of her budded nipples.Hearing the words almost made Anya cream right then and there.”Come here, let me see how Russian women ride nigga dick.””< Mmmm-sounds delicious >” said Anya in Russian. And with that shewent to the handsome black mogul….The main hall of Brooks manor had melted into a mass of intense moansand labored grunting. The image of it – chaotic as it was – was that of awet clamoring mess, a dog pile of white and tanned bodies – peppered atessential points and edges with muscular black ones – s**ttered everywhereacross the hall, all of them stuck or transitioning from sex position toanother. And all the while, the entrancing creole chant played ominouslyabove them, beckoning all in the room on in their deeds.The flow of the Brooks orgy went something like this; the thirty someodd attending guests, the white southerners of Coxville, had fallen intothe throws of lust within moments of the chant’s beginning. They had takento each other like moths to the preverbal flame, and hadn’t given so muchas a thought or concern to why they were suddenly so uncontrollably horny.All they knew was that the flesh around them was activating theirreproductive organs in the worst way possible, and their parts simplydemanding to be used as hard and fast as they could manage. The trulypeculiar thing was that the white men of the party found themselves burningout almost as quickly as the festivities had begun, with the bulk of thecredit going to the assistance and efforts of Brooks’ troop of gorgeoushostesses.The bubbly blond Delilah – perky in spirit as well as breast shape – hadfinished Mayor Van Buskirks within moments of taking him into her mouth,his cum squirting out in two even juts of milky white that barely hit thetip of her tongue. Thereafter he barely had time to recover with thelittle blond hopped atop him and ground his cock into submission for asecond time with her tight pink pussy. Upon realizing he would require alonger amount of time to recover, she would wander off into the crowd tofind a new guest to please. The latina bombshell Marisol in turn had madeshort work of not one, but two men in one burst! The county’s sheriff andthe owner of the Coxville bank had found themselves being all but accostedby the shapely tanned skinned beauty with the rise of the festivities. Stripping off her clothes in front of them to reveal her stunningly tannedand toned body and pert round tits, the two men instantly went rock hard.Before they knew it, under the guided otherworldly hum of the overheadspeakers and the sheer euphoria of the drinks they’d consumed, they tookthe dark eyed latina. The bank owner’s penis -fully erect at five inches-pumped in and out of her open mouth with little difficulty, and thesheriff’s cock -maxed out at six inches- pumped into her with the samedepth and force from their maintained cowgirl position. They grunted andgroaned under Marisol’s orders to < go deeper, go harder > in her nativeSpanish, and the pair finished almost in unison in under a minute. AndMarisol would reply to this with a less than impressed mumble of,”< Well...that was easy >“. And with that she was up and onto the nextset of guests before the feeble drips of semen spat from both men had evenmanaged to fall from the tips of their softening white cocks and onto theblack and white tiles of the floor.”Big Red” Tammy hadn’t been able to keep her randomly chosen partnerfrom squirting himself in a finish within seconds of her simply strippingout of her tight fitting garments and revealing her huge breats, fullwomanly curves, and simply delicious looking pussy – an adorable diamondshape of pubic hair marking the point of entry.”Oh, you gotta be k**din me!” Tammy would say in a frustrated huff. “Not again!” She’d then storm off in search of another hard cock in thehope of better results, though her incredibly built body would prove toomuch in even mere sight for most men at the party.Merissa and Mariah had successfully devoured a set of five men lined upbefore them as though it were c***d’s play. Tanya and Kami working as adark and white skinned duo had gone through three male attendees and alsoexcited several women in mere minutes. Due to the ever widening gap inavailable penis, the women in the crowd were eventually forced to take oneach other, licking on one another’s dripping wet pussies, sucking oneanother’s large breasts and tonguing each other’s open and wanting mouthswith their own. Leading that charge was “Big Red”, who by her thirdpremature cock erupting before her had grown too frustrated with the men ofthe crowd to continue searching, and settled on having her way with bankowner’s packed and stacked dark haired wife.Slim effeminate fingers replaced slim white cocks that seemed to justspasm and go limp within seconds of entry. And while the masculine gruntsin the room peaked and fell silent, the women’s groans grew louder andhungrier by the second. As a result, the white males in the party had nochoice but to step aside and wait for their shrunken cocks to recover. Aline of them, the Mayor included, fell to the sidelines, tugging andmilking their man parts in attempt to revive themselves and reenter thefray. The ones who did recover would then reenter the orgy, only to felledagain with equal or greater ease than the last time.It was a problem to be sure, the gap in the number of women to men wasgrowing. While there were still some men holding their own in the crowd,more were falling every minute. However not all the men in the orgy werefalling so easily. On the outer rim of the wanton group, the blackbodyguards were holding their own against the growing onslaught of pussy,and showed no signs of going off any time soon. Ronda Van Buskirks and twoother zombified women had hit her knees and had gotten to work slurping andsucking `Big Rich’s giant black cock without so much as a word. Ronda VanBuskirks – leading the collection of gathered cock suckers – her once neatblonde hair quickly fell out of its beehive bun from how fast her head wasbobbing forwards and backwards on that brown monster dong. Dear lord thisis a great big ol’ nigger dick, she thought, her mouth and throat gettingstretched to their limits from Rich’s fat expanse of eleven inches. Theother women – three or so – gathered near tried their best to keep up, butwould choke themselves out of the ordeal on too much dick for their smallwhite mouths, making Ronda the leader of the kneeled group of women basedon her stout efforts.”His dick is just too big” one sexy brunette said sputtering salivawhere she knelt.”His balls taste so good” said a random woman lapping at Big Rich’sunderside.”I can’t handle a dick this big.” came another woman. “I’m only used tolittle dicks like my husbands…”They spoke out of a mix of drunken freedom, and under the liberatingdecree of the creole chant communicating with them. Freed of limitationsfrom the wine, the women gobbled and sucked, choked and trash talked tinycocks without fear of response from their peers and elders.Van Buskirks daughter Cassie meanwhile was caught in a solid embrace inthe muscular arms of the young bodyguard Terrance. Their lips and tongueswere clasped in a wet lock, and both of Cassie’s hands were hardily jerkingoff his brown monster cock. Her dress sat in a pool of frabic beneath her,and her gorgeous lily white body stood pressed against Terrance’s tautbrown one, her big white breasts pressed hard against his solid dark chest.The young Terrance had no idea what the hell was going on, but upon thesexy little blonde’s approach and her literally ripping off his pants atthe zipper, he wasn’t about to complain.Mrs. Bobbie Sue Kindle was pinned against the refreshment table, bothher husband and the lanky negro Melvin standing before her. Bobbie Sue’shusband had succeeded in getting his cock into her mouth first, however shewould only keep him in her for a moment or two, before spitting him out andgoing absolutely nuts on Melvin long black snake.”Mmm~Melvin!” she’d mouth, clearly more turned on by the black dweebthan her own husband, who would be left with no other option but to strokehimself as he watched his wife furiously bob back and forth on the youngcoon’s king sized cock. A part of him felt he should have been upset,angry even at the fact his beautiful and all too often conservative wifewas attack a nigger dick with such raw passion. He’d known Bobbie Sue tobe subtle with words and physical displays to point of almost calling herprude. Now however, now she was gobbling cock as though it were herprofession.He couldn’t deny how sexy she looked however. Bobbie Sue’s husbandwould never say it allowed, but watching his wife choke and fight for everyinch of Melvin’s cock was one of the hottest sights he’d ever seen. Infact, he’d gotten so caught up in the display that he’d accidentally cumwaiting for his turn. He grunted and tried to stop himself from emptyingcompletely, but by the time he’d stayed his hand, the creamy white glob ofsemen had dribbled from the head of his dick and onto the floor. Hefrowned, and by the time Bobbie Sue had managed to pull out the excessamount of black inches out of the deepest part of her throat in a wet gaspfor air, her husband had already sulked off to the corner of the room totry and recover. Bobbie Sue herself never even noticed he’d gone, herstunning eyes looking up at her black stud the entire time.And meanwhile the giant negro Darius was holding the backs of both thetwin’s Mel and Mindy’s heads as they hardily slurped wet trails along thesides of his big bruiser of a dick.”Ohhhh shit, ya’ll bitches bad” cooed the deep voice negro. In responsethe twins gave long throaty moans and growls of approval as they shared hisblack monster cock.”MmmHm!” they mumbled in unison. God, two of us on it at the same time,and its STILL too much for us to handle thought Mel. This guy must be halfhorse, thought Mindy.And at the top of the stairs, standing as a kind of grand center pieceto the amassed display of fucking, stood Coxville’s elder queen, Candy Cox,who had done away with her clothes altogether and had already commencedgetting fucked hard and deep by the jet black giant of a nigger dickbelonging to the elder guard Zulu. Zulu held one of Mrs. Cox’s giantwhite breasts in a dark hand, his mouth suckling on the pink budded nipple,while the other hand cupped at a full round ass cheek. Candy Cox stood onone leg, her high heel shoe emphasizing her remarkable calve and legmuscles, while the other was wrapped around the muscular V shape of Zulu’ships. From their position on the raising staircase, one could easily seeZulu’s big black pole moving into and sliding out of Mrs. Cox hot pinkpussy. His great big black balls slamming up into her undercarriage withall the gentleness of a brick hitting pillows.”OHHHGH FUCK BOY!” hollered Candy, her face buried in the dark Negro’smuscular shoulder and biting down on his dark skin in an attempt to braceherself for each blow. “I haven’t been fucked like this in AGES!”Zulu said nothing, merely continuing to hit deep into Candy’s pussy withhis monster cock. And all around them, the party continued, the overheadspeakers dictating the collective stride in its strange otherworldlycreole.Anya White had had only two men inside her over the course of her entirelife. The first was in her home town of Cherniderivo. A local boy who’sname she just now couldn’t recall, and whose dick went no deeper into herthan her middle and index finger did while pleasuring herself. The second- and sole penis until now – was Tom’s, who (to her great dismay) wasbarely larger than her two fingers put together in both length and width.Having Samson West’s cock wedged in the deepest part of her throat hadjolted her into realizing how inexperienced she was at conquering largecocks, the skills used thus far on the monster cock she now servicedstriking her as unprecedented.That exclaimed, Anya was at a complete loss with how she planned to takeAlexander Brooks’ monster cock into her pussy. Upon reaching him at thecouch, she leaned forward and lifted her legs in the early motions of acowgirl’s straddle. Immediately she felt Brooks’ giant cock wedge and pushitself along the insides of her thighs. My god, its like he’s rubbing abaseball bat between my legs, she thought. She lifted her body up to alignhis cock with her hot wet pussy. Her body was on fire, and judging fromhow warm Brooks’ cock felt in her hand – how hard it pulsated in her firmgrip – she knew he was just as worked up as she was.”I’m ready for you” he said to her, responding to her earlier statement.His bass voice beckoned her on, and without another word, Anya – risenwell over a foot above Brooks just to align their parts – lowered herselfdownward, slow and seductive on his massive brown meat. When their partsfinally connected, Anya gasped. The head alone stretched her out furtherthan anything she’d ever felt!”Ohhh~” she cooed, a raising moan that grew louder with each inch. Sheheld Brooks’ long and fat cock with her free left hand, and placed theother on Brooks’ muscular chest for balance.Her legs muscles flexed and tensed with her descent, which seemed totake forever in her eyes. Brooks let his head tilt back in the heatedpleasure of the sexy raven haired Russian’s pussy. It was wet furnanceinside Anya, and Brooks could have easily envisioned his dick gettingenveloped in her sweet insides. And indeed, Anya’s pussy devoured Brooks’dick, spreading with his entrance and then wrapping around the head,straining to keep it inside and then opening again to take in more. Thefirst five thick inches were the most difficult for Anya. At the third fatthrobbing inch she came instantly, losing her grip of the cock and almosther balance as well trying to weight herself with the flats of her feet onthe couch.” < AGGH~GOODNESS!! > She howled. She wanted to stop, to bask andcoast on the first orgasm she’d had from a man in…well…ever. Butinstead, she fought through the pleasure, and continued her descent.Her body clenched, and as a result Brooks got to feel the rapturoustensing of his Russian sluts inner muscles clamp on his big black cock.”UGGHN shit!” grunted Brooks, his calm and cool demeanor cracking a bitat what had to be the tightest pussy he’d ever felt.By the sixth inch, doubt began to overtake the raven haired beauty. Already Brooks had surpassed any man she’d ever fucked with his mereentrance into her. At eight inches she could feel Brooks’ cock throbbingstrong inside her womb, and at the ninth she was amazed at how much she wasactually able to get inside her.”Bozche moi, such a long way down!” she half complained. “Is such longcock Mr.Brooks!””Keep going baby, you’ll hit bottom…eventually…” he encouraged her.By the eleventh inch, Anya paused.”Cannot take much more.”In response, Brooks took one of his large powerful hands and smacked herhard on her right ass cheek.”Keep going!” he demanded, his voice booming in a command.Anya yelped, jolted from both Brooks’ raised voice as much as the slapto her ass, which instantly bore a Brooks’ sized palm print on the meat ofher cheek. It startled her, but the smile that formed on her face from thepleasure betrayed her. She loved it when Brooks gave her commands, almostas much as she loved following them. Anya then placed her other hand onBrooks’ chest, and used his body as leverage to guide herself down the restof the way. A twelfth inch…”< UNGH So much cock! >” cried Anya”Keep going!” demanded Brooks. *SMACK!*A thirteeth inch…”< Bozche moi! I can feel in my throat! >“Almost there. You better not stop bitch.” *SMACK!*A f******nth…” < OHHH GOD! > as Anya felt her insides clench up in the tease of yetanother orgasm.And then… plap. The sound of Anya’s ass plopping itself atop Brooks’pelvis.”Unngh, that’s it baby!” he belted, allowing himself to enjoy thefullness of Anya’s wet pussy.Anya squirmed with delight at the feat she’d just pulled off. Thehugest cock of her life, and she’d put it inside her without splittingherself in two!”Now ride that nigga dick!” *SMACK!*And as commanded, Anya White got to work riding the biggest nigger cockin town.Brooks’ dick spanned well inside her, and movement was minimal for herat first. She started by grinding her hips, letting Brooks’ cock grate andpulse inside her. Brooks groaned with pleasure, and basked in the warmthhis Chernoderivan beauty’s technique. Anya’s pussy was something of awonder and contradiction to him. It went deep, able to take all but twoidle inches of his cock. However, though her pussy ran deep, it wasequally (if not more so) tight in fit. The full length of his nigger cockfelt like it was being choked by the raven haired beauty’s woman parts. Itwas a perfect fit, fashioned as though the two had been made for oneanother. Deep but tight, truly a wonder and privilege that only Brookswould be allowed to appreciate.Her hips ground and pumped – subtle and steady at first, but all toosoon evolving into a furious stride atop of him. When she came down fromanother small orgasm, she leaned back – placing one of her delicate handson his chest – and slung the other behind her to rest it on his solidthigh.”Fuck yeah, ride it just like that baby. Got damn that’s good.””You enjoy Anya’s pussy, da?””Hell yeah, work it baby.”The arching and grinding motions of her body looked simply stunning. She rocked back and forth with an increasing gradual force, allowing herbody to acclimate to her well hung stud before going harder, all the whileenjoying the shocks of pleasure from the friction and heat of their bodies.Anya was losing herself to this well hung negro, letting herself go wild.She would have never even thought pleasure like this was even possibleuntil several weeks ago. Her first semi-orgasm gagging on Samson’s cockwas her first clue, but this…THIS was far more intense than that by far.Anya tilted her head back, flipping her jet black hair in the process. God, Jenny was right, she thought. Nigger cock is the best! She rode himlike this until she came again. Her insides gushed, and she quivered athow hard Brooks stayed inside her. Her husband Tom would have fallen threetimes over by now if Anya ever got around to fucking him this hard. Brookshowever stayed hard as diamond inside her, and the look on his face – whileawash with lust and loving her on top – seemed nowhere near close tofinished. I think I married the wrong American, she thought.” < BOZCHE MOI! >” She hollered as she creamed atop her caramel cock.After she came down from that spell, Anya grew daring. Harder, shethought. Fuck him harder! And with that, Anya White took her other handand placed it on Brooks’ other knee. Using the moguls knees as a point ofbalance for her arms, Anya then began to bounce in his lap. Her inky hairswooped and cascaded with her up and down motions, each successful rise andfall of her ample ass and toned thighs being met with a loud Plap! Plap!Plap! When connecting with Brooks’ powerful legs.”UHGH shit baby! There you go. Ride that dick!”And ride it Anya did. All the years of horseback riding in Cherniderivoserved the raven haired beauty well in this endeavor. She galloped andbucked atop Brooks. The backs of her arms flexed their muscles in theirmaintained balance, and Anya’s heels clacked loudly against the carpetfloor. Brooks was gritting his teeth at how intense Anya was getting, buthis monster cock showed no signs of wearing down.”Yes! Yes! Yes!” Anya cried upon landing each motion. Her solid assbounced and bumped hypnotically in Brooks’ lap.At one point Brooks looked down to view the source of their mutualrapture. In sparing a glance he could see up close how hard his Russianhottie was working. Her ab muscles were pronounced and flexing with eacharch of her hips and ass. Her toned medium tanned thighs were clamped downlike vices against his own, and her hairless pussy – lord almighty – wasdripping wet from the work. Her large gorgeous breasts bouncedmesmerizingly up and down, and he couldn’t help but take his hands andclamp down on them, holding both her hard budded nipples with his thumb andindex fingers. Anya White was fucking his dick with everything she had! Every few strokes would make her face contort in a grimace of pleasure. The only time she would cease her rapid motions was to allow herself tocum.Brooks could feel the clench and tightening her anomalous pussy eachtime, and each time he himself felt he just might cum by proxy of herpleasure. After one particularly hard orgasm from the hard working slut,Brooks took the initiative. Using his strong arms, he lifted her from him.She half fought him at first, using her hands to try and keep him still. However she could not overpower him, and he lifted her from his hugebulging cock with minmal effort.”No!” she begged. “Put back in!””Hold on baby” Brooks replied. “Just changing things up a bit”.Brooks stood up from the couch, Anya rising with him, her eyes blazingand wide with what Brooks immediately identified as signs of the sexyRussian already being `dick drunk’.”Looks like someone’s dick drunk.” He chuckled.Ignoring his teasing, Anya dropped to her knees and instantly attackedBrooks’ cock with her mouth. Furiously she throat fucked herself. Shesucked at his bulbous head and lapped her inner juices off the sides of hismonster cock. She was determined to get that huge black dick in her anyway she could, using any hole she had available. In the single break shetook from gobbling Brooks’ arm-long dong, she choked,”< Off your big dick, my pussy tastes almost as good as the wine >“.”Da?” Brooks replied coyly.Anya then smirked.” < Let me check...hand me that glass >“Anya’s nodded to the wine glass that was sitting behind Brooks on theglass table next to the couch. The black wine still sitting inside it, thecondensation on the outer rim of the glass almost seemed to mimick the heatof their fucking. Brooks leaned backwards and grabbed the glass, andhanded it to Anya. She held it up above Brooks’ long outstretched cock,and then – without ceremony or a word of preparation – poured the contentsof the glass onto his dick. The cool wine tumbled from the glass andsplashed onto his cock in a slim stream. Anya guided her pouring of theglass up and down Brooks’ cock. From the bottom to the top she releasedevery drop of it onto his dick, paying no heed or concern to the carpet asit dripped down his shaft, passed his balls and onto the floor. And then -again without word or warning – she took Brooks’ massive cock back into hermouth.”Mmmmhmm” she mouthed in a muffled slurp.She sucked hard on Brooks’ cock head, and pushed her throat to itslimits getting as many inches of Brooks’ wine soaked cock into her mouth aspossible. Dear lord! And I thought the wine tasted delicious before, shethought. Brooks’ head tilted backwards, his eyes rolling in the back ofhis skull. Anya’s cock sucking skills were simply awe inspiring. Her fulllips sucked with so much forced that a man would swear she was trying tosuck his balls out through his urethra! Damn, this fine bitch is takingdick drunk to a whole new level, thought the wealthy mogul. When Anya hadsucked every drop of wine from Brooks’ dick, she attacked his largetesticles.Her wild tongue and full lips near drove the mulatto milionare mad withpleasure. The woman had no fear of taking nuts in her mouth, and sheproved that scores over with how she gripped and pulled them in her mouth.His balls are so big, she thought. He must have a huge load sitting insidehere for Anya! She finally released his g****fruit sized balls from hermouth, lines of spit left in her wake, and she gripped them in her hand. She then went back to lapping on the sides of Brooks’ dick.”You’re simply amazing Mrs. White.” Said Brooks.Anya’s sexy almond eyes panned up to look Brooks’ into his.”Thank you Mr.Brooks” she replied. “Now…give Anya more niggercock…”Now she was making demands by the tone of her. Brooks smiled.”Yes Ma’am. How the hell can I deny that face”. He lifted Anya fromher spot on the floor, ignoring the puddle of spit, wine and traces of bilethat she’d made choking and gagging on his cock.He took one of her perfect tanned legs, and lifted it to his hip. Anyabalanced herself on a single leg, her pussy open and now exposed, the calvemuscles of her landed leg pronounced as she stood on the ball of her foot.” < My my, what's this?" Anya said in a playful purr. Brooks took hismonster cock, and with a single hand guided it towards Anya's unguardedpussy. The anticipation nearly killed the raven haired Russian, and thetension only thickened when she felt the fat head press against the outerlips of her wet pussy."Now..." said Brooks, "now you gon get your turn".Brook then plunged his huge monster cock deep into Anya's hotdefenseless pussy." < FUCK! > cried Anya, unprepared to take so much at once. ” < SODEEP! >” she cried.”Told you” said Brooks, “You gon get this work!”And the couple’s intense bout of fucking continued….Deon, LD, Stubby, and Todd crept in a silent line across the emptystreet and towards the Brooks estate. The night was dark, near pitch blackfrom a notable absence of moon and starlight. Dark clouds blanketed mostof the sky, and the stillness in the air made it seem as though time itselfwould not touch the county this night. It was an odd phenomenon, thoughone that the quartet only acknowledged in passing as a little more thanconvenient aid in their sneaking into the manor. Deon – the mastermindbehind the group’s mischief – led the trek, the large duffel bag slungsnuggly over one of his huge shoulders. LD trailed not far behind him,while Stubby and Todd brought up the rear, with Todd looking nervouslybehind them every few seconds to make sure they hadn’t been seen.”And you’re sure we’ve got a way in?” whispered Todd, his call beingdirected to Deon at the front of the party.”You ask me dat one mo’ time hot hands and I’mma slap the shit out’chu!”bellowed Deon in response. “Now shut tha fuck up…” And the group walked,sticking to darkness and behind the various objects lining the street. Stealth was key in this little misadventure. Three young black man roamingaround the Coxville suburbs would easily be considered news and mark themas prime targets in the aftermath of what they were about to get into. They had to be quiet, silent so as to not bring any attention tothemselves. Todd tagging along was bad enough in Deon’s eyes, and everysecond he regretted bringing the cocky cracker more and more.”Dats the spot.” Whispered Deon.”What was yo first guess nigga” replied Stubbs, “the fact itz da onlymansion in town, or the da big ass mailbox dat say “Brooks” in front of thamuthafucka?” Stubby, always one for getting in jokes, chuckled to himself.”Fuck you nigga!” replied Deon in a hark that only just barely keptunder a roar.”Shhhh!” came LD, “ya’ll niggas shut the fuck up. You gon get us madebefo we even get close.”The troop continued until they reached the front gate of the manor. Poking a head from behind one of the cars settled just in front, LD lookedahead. He saw the young twerpish greeter sitting on his chair near thethreshold of the gate, his head cocked at an angle could have onlysignified his being in a dead sleep. The steady inhale and exhaling noisescoming from him hinted of this as well.”Guard `sleep…” said LD, looking back the boys behind him. Deon thenraised his mighty frame to look over the top of the car.”He ain’t no guard” he said upon lowering himself back down to theground.”How do you know?” asked Todd.”Cuz he’s a little shrimp ass cracker, dats why. Brooks got mo sensethan to hire that stacka twigs to guard his shit. Also, he ain’t one ofthe ones my cou-uh-” Deon stammered, as though catching his words beforesaying something he felt he ought not. “My contact…told me bout. Deyonly s’pose to be four dudes watchin da place, all of them brothas…”Todd didn’t like Deon’s answer. Assuming that the young man at thefront of the manor wasn’t a guard simply because he was white and skinny(granted VERY skinny by the look of him…but still…) didn’t outrightdisbar him from being considered bodyguard material. The front gate hungwide open, unprotected and showing no signs that it would close, theautomatic swing of the gate being -conveniently to the point of suspicious- turned off by the look of it.”Aight” said LD, “where dey at though?””Not here…just like ma nigga said they’d be. Let’s go.” And withthat, Deon rose from his spot behind the car, and continued on his path tothe mansion, the other three boys following just behind him. Deon, in agesture that was either perceived as fearless or just plain stupid, stroderight back the sleeping greeter, not even trying to keep his steps light soas avoid waking him. The others moved silently behind him, though LD didhave to smack Stubbs once across the back of the head when he noticed himattempting to mess with the sleeping boy’s hat. It took the group meremoments to cross the yard and accompanying garden.”Round tha back” said Deon, “keep quiet”. The group rounded the back ofthe manor. Todd grew more restless with each step. This is too easy to bereal, he thought. His suspicions weren’t unmerited. Where were theguards? Why would they up and leave their post at such an odd and almostobvious time of night, when theft of such a wealthy man would most likelyoccur. Judging from the grand detail of the garden as they passed, Toddcould tell this Brooks fellow was sitting on more than a few bucks.”I-I got a bad f-feeling about this guys” said Todd, his voice betrayingfear from the slight crack his voice contained.He could feel something air. Something strange and ominous. Ittraveled through the ether and wafted through the White boy’s nostrals. Something was off about all this. Their entering grounds was far too easyin his eyes, and the fact that he was running with three black guys in themiddle of the night, in a part of town that wouldn’t hesitate to pull gunson anyone half these guys shade made him more than nervous. Deon thenabout faced mid stride, moving quicker than any of them would have expectedfrom his massive frame. In the blink of an eye he had Todd by the front ofhis shirt. His eyes were dark, his face contorted into an ugly andmenacing scowl.”All I been hearin from you all night is whining hot hands!” Deon’svoice was still kept to a whisper, but it maintained a bass line growl thatinstantly sent shivers up the White boy’s spine. Todd – against his will -flinched at the gesture.”The fuck dude!” Todd squeaked.”Yo chicken shit ass is a liability. We get inside dis bitch I bet’nothear you sobbin like a bitch. Noise like that gon get us nabbed.”Ease up D” came LD from behind the hulking negro.”You get us caught in this mu’phucka” Deon continued, ignoring LD’scall.”And yo snow ass ain’t gon hafta worry bout no `Hot Hands’ jokes nomo… cuz I’mma rip the muthafuckers off yo arms and shove one down yothroat and the shove the other up ya ass. Then fo kicks I’mma make youfigure out how to clap. You feel me knockin?”Deon scowling face was an inch away from Todd’s, his breath meshing withthe air from his nostrils and making him look like an angry bull on theverge of frenzy.”A-Alright man!” said Todd, squirming under the giant negro’s grip. “Alright, I hear you. Let me fuckin go already!””D, drop him man.” LD said, this time sounding more like a command thana friendly request. After a long moment, Deon – starring down Todd all thewhile – released him, giving him a light shove at the last moment that sentTodd falling backwards several steps. Fuckin nigger could’ve broke myneck, Todd thought. And the group proceeded, not another word shared amongthem until they reached the back of the manor. Oddly, the group roundedthe property to find – to LD, Stubby and Todd’s surprise – that a back doorhad been left open. Before it stood, cracked and unguarded.”Ma nigga…” Deon said to the ether, a smirk curling from his big lips.”Let’s go.” And Deon, not another moment of thought, went on ahead. Thethree others looked around the area. No guards, not one in sight. Stubbyand Todd looked to each other in outright confusion.”Nothing…” Todd said.”Fuck it…let’s go” said LD, afterwards creeping in through the doorhimself and leaving Todd and Stubby as the last to enter.”You stay out here Hot Hands.” Said Stubbs.”Hey, fuck you!” replied Todd, “and why do I gotta stay outside?””Cuz” Stubby began, tip toeing to the door. “One, you a little ho assnigga who gon get us caught squeeling like a broad…and Two…somebody’sgotta be lookout. You see anything or anyone, let us know.””Let you know? How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Todd asked.”I dunno…give a signal of sumthin.””What kind of signal?””Fuck if I know…whistle or sumthin.””Won’t that be too loud?” Stubbs stopped at the threshold, actuallyconsidering it.”Yeah…maybe…aight…uhhh…just say `more gray poupon’. Todd lookedat Stubby with an expression that screamed `are you fucking serious?'”What?””…That’s the worst signal ever.””Don’t have ta be genius nigga, we just gotta be able t’hear you.””Fuck…ok” Todd cursed. And with that, Stubby rushed into the mansion,leaving Todd outside, to sulk and curse his ever agreeing to join in onsomething so stupid. …Stubby was amazed at what he saw on the inside of the manor. He’d neverseen anything like it. The place was every bit a live version of themansion he’d often daydream about having if he were a world famous rapperor football player. This was definitely the kind of place he could pictureliving in. Only Stubby knew if he owned this place, he would have itstocked with endless droves of pussy. Black pussy, Asian pussy, Latinapussy, Mid-East pussy, mixed pussy, and TONS of white pussy – he’d have aharem roaming up and down the halls – butt naked – if he owned this place.The decadent parties he’d throw in a pad like this would trump anythinganyone would ever see or experience. Stubby could just picture it in hishead. Hell, Stubby could even hear the imaginary sounds of moaning andjoyous screaming from good and hard fucking he’d get in on his imaginaryarmy of hot women.Stubby was so caught up in his daydreaming, his head tilted and takenwith the high ceiling of the place, that he didn’t see Deon and LD standingahead of him at the hallway’s end. He noticed neither one of them until itwas too late. He bumped into them with a hard thud, the two massivefigures barely budging due to their superior size.”Ah, fuck! Stubby cried. “The fuck ya’ll niggas doin?” He got noanswer from either of them. Stubby would have been prone to throw anotherinsult at being ignored, but at that moment he was too busy with therealization; the noises – the sounds of loud sex – did not flee hiseardrums upon crashing into his two teammates. Indeed, LD and Deon werestanding like statues before him. They both had their backs to the shorternegro, and didn’t acknowledge Stubby’s bumping into them at all. They werefrozen, looking at something Stubby observed within a moment. And stillthe noises persisted. I know I didn’t fuck my ears up shit bumpin intothese two, Stubby thought. And the noises persisted still, even growinglouder now by the sound of it. Numerous additional noises, the plap plapplap that Stubby recognized as skin to skin contact picking up a pace fromseveral different directions.And on top of that noise there was something else. Not the booming basstones Stubbs would have playing in his fantasy, but a strange off kilterdrum beat. The drum beat was steady, and sounding like something out ofRoots to him. Stubby slowly walked over to where Deon and LD stood afteraimlessly looking around him. Noone, no guards nor any other soul insight. No one was making the music, and he couldn’t see a source to strange- almost creeping – lilt of whatever voice was talking over the drum beat.What language it was, Stubby had no clue. It reminded him of one ofthose lame foreign films his teacher – Mrs. Blackwood – had him watch withhis class every now and again at school. All he was ever able to gleanfrom those affairs was that 1. The weird language made him sleepy, and 2.Coxville high would most likely have to order specially made chairs thatcould hold Mrs. Blackwood’s legendarily large and deliciously round ass.”The fucks goin on?” said Stubby, walking towards Deon and LD. Stillneither negro spoke, their gazes fixed to whatever was happening in theroom beyond them, the grand hall that Stubby was certain they shouldn’thave been in.”Yo, what’chall niggas doin? We gon get…” Stubby’s question diedthen, when he came to within eyesight of what his boys were looking at.At first the scene didn’t make sense to Stubby. He knew what his eyessurveyed couldn’t possibly have been what was actually happening beforehim. LD and Deon stood wide-eyed, their mouths ajar in awe and in as muchdisbelief as Stubbs. Before them in the large foyer of the estate, was acollapsed mass of writhing and moaning bodies. A moving portrait of starknaked humanity, almost two dozen by Stubby’s guessed count. The greatermajority of those involved in the loud, sweaty, no holds barred orgy takingplace before the three Negroes were white, with the greater share of thegroup being women. White women, who Stubbs recognized as county locals.Walking around town Stubby would always take his time to note thebeauty, curves and bust sizes of every white woman who crossed his path (orcrossed the street to avoid him). They were all s**ttered across the hallproper, all of them in an array of positions that ran the gamut ofcommonplace to highly creative in Stubby’s view. Arms and legs tensed andreleasing, big breasts bouncing, ass cheeks motioning up and down whilemen’s hips pumped and thrusted towards them. He recognized one middle agedwoman, the one from the town bank; a thick bodied dark haired white womanwith meaty thighs and a big ol jiggly ass. She was getting pounded hardfrom behind by a muscular brown skinned brother who Stubby had never seenbefore, sweat beads rolling down his shoulders and sculpted chest from whatlooked to be a mighty effort of slamming his huge cock into her frombehind. She moaned and screamed as though she were going insane, her handsgripping tight onto the circular carpet, her eyes wide and wild withpleasure.”YES! YES! YES!” she screamed with the slam of each thrust,encouraging the nigga to keep hitting her deep with his long thick dick. Stubby’s gaze then fell to the rising staircase furthest away from him. Inthe middle of the steps he saw another white woman – this one blonde – andsignificantly older in the face than the other enraptured people present.Her body however – tight and stacked beyond reason – looked like itbelonged to a woman half her age. She was collapsed onto the steps, ridinga giant dick belonging to another Negro. This man – also unfamiliar toStubbs – was also older, and was hands down one of the darkest brothas he’dever seen. The white woman – who Stubby found painfully familiar – wasgalloping hard on the black man, riding his long ebony dick like a cowgirlon a wild horse.”Oh, oh, GOD!” she cooed, her teeth exposed from strain and delight fromgetting the veiny black pole deep into her wet pink pussy.And to the far left of the room, Stubby saw more of the madness. Twoyoung women – gorgeous identical twins – were bowed on their hands andlegs, their huge breasts hanging round and low beneath them, their roundasses propped up and exposing their wet identical snatches. They were bothsucking greedily at both sides of a humungous dark cock, belonging to adark skinned tank of a brotha who – again – Stubby did not recognize.”Don’t hog it Mel!” mouthed one girl.”Calm down Mindy” mumbled the twin, gobbling selfishly at the undersideof their black bull’s shaft. “There’s more than enough for us both” cooedthe other. They slurped wetly at it, their thick spit bathing the darkmember in dripping fluids. They nearly fought over the huge round dick’shead, and would cease fighting only when one could clamp their mouths ontoone of his two giant testicles.And next to them – nearer to the refreshment table – Stubby saw yetanother young woman who was also in the middlemost of maddened fucking. She was being held up in a mid-air carry position by a young black man, whowas holding her up with both his muscular arms and slamming upwards intoher with his impressive ten inch cock. The blap, plap, blap noises echoingacross the hall.”Ugh, fuck yeah!” She screamed. “Fuck me just like that. OHHH SHIT. YES! JUST LIKE THAT!” The young blond was going wild from how hard anddeep she was getting it, and her demanding tone made it sound like shewould orgasm at any moment. The only time she wasn’t screaming was whenshe had her lips pressed against the black man’s in a deep kiss. That’sthe mayor’s daughter, thought Stubby in shocked realization. He’d recalledseeing her on almost all the campaign posters, advertised as `Coxville’sown Southern Rose’. Now Coxville’s Southern Rose was getting her tightpussy pounded by a brown skinned nigga who looked like he could have heldher up in that position all night. And judging by the ferocity and passionof their kissing, Stubbs concluded; damn…dat bitch in love with the dick.And while the hardcore orgy carried on with no signs of stopping, Stubbynoticed the flow of action going on at the center of the room. Seven dropdead hotties were getting their fuck on, laying waste to the rest of therandom assemblage of men in the room. A near painfully beautiful Asiangirl and a sexy well-toned woman of presumed Hispanic race were servicingthree and four men – white middle aged men – at a time with their mouthsand hands! At the same time a huge breasted and wide hipped redhead, and adeliciously big bootied platinum blonde were fucking the shit out of twoother white men on the floor. Near that sight, as fine ass light skinnedsista getting DP’ed by two slim white cocks on one of the couches, a darkhaired woman with mesmerizing eyes was getting fucked sideways by the manwho ran the bank on the adjacent couch, and another petite blond wasputting the final hard sucks on the four inche cock belonging to a man whoStubbs was all but certain was the sheriff.Along the far wall, Stubby also noticed the line of other men. All ofthem were either sitting or leaning against the huge glass mirror near theunderside of the rising staircase. All of them were white, naked andstroking their slim spent cocks. The limp state of dicks howeverconflicted with the hungry gaze of their eyes. They looked eager to rejointhe action, desperately wanting another go at the seven sex frenziedhostesses, and they would whenever they were able to stroke themselves intoa semi-hardened state again. However, upon reentering the fray, the hostof unfamiliar women would fell them within minutes, sometimes mere secondsof the reinitiated fucking. These bitches ain’t no joke, thought Stubby.And lord was he right. The hostesses sucked and fucked like womenpossessed, and were able to take down all those ill equip crackers withease.And while the women seemed to be having fun toying with the men, itappeared as though the only real satisfaction being had from the actualfucking was from the Coxville women, or more precisely, the Coxville womenwho were fucking the black men. It was madness, unfiltered craziness fromsomeone’s wildest and most freaky fantasy. And Stubby’s jaw dropped innear disbelief when he spotted Melvin – the little twerp ass nigga himself- going balls deep into…Mrs. Kindle?! Stubbs couldn’t believe it, eventhough he was seeing it for himself. Coxville’s biggest nerd was fuckingthe brakes off one of Coxville’s hottest bitches. And by the look on herface, how her eyes rolled back into her head at times from the force ofMelvin’s cock, she was loving it! Madness…pure madness…”What…” mouthed Stubby.”The…” LD continued, breaking his silence only to trail off at thesight of the mayor’s wife getting carried to the refreshment table by oneof the black men, and then getting pounded out deep and hard on top of it.”FUCK!!!” Howled Mrs. Van Buskirks, as the long span of black cockinvaded her….”< FUCK! > Screamed Anya in Russian. She was in the onset of yetanother orgasm brought by her stallion nigger bull.The long stretch of Brooks’ cock pumped into her. His hips motioningback and forth, the V shaped muscles of lower abs working overtime to getinto Anya’s begging pink snatch as deeply as possible. She screamed andhollered with each prolonged dive, her right arm roped around the back ofBrooks’ neck for balance, while her other arm would switch between grabbingat one of her huge tits – tweaking her hard nipples – and tuggingchaotically at the top of her raven hair. The married woman was going wildin the hands of Coxville’s new resident. Her eyes were wide and her mouthstayed open in a sexy O of equal parts shock and strain. She lost track oftime, and by now had no idea many times she’d cum from Brook’s power andcontrol. Small orgasms seemed to pop up at random, while larger ones wouldcome back to back with no warning. He had one of her long toned legshoisted up into the air, placed on one side of Brooks’ broad caramelshoulders. He had one of his strong arms roped underneath that leg, hishand cupping at one of her firm ass cheeks, while the other arm resided byher waist, balancing and bracing her for each deep thrust.He’d rock into her with tremendous force, attempting to bury as much ofhis massive light brown cock into as possible. Each time he’d hit thewomb, a wet smack and slight suction noise upon exiting would reward hisears.”GOODNESS, YOU’RE SO STRONG MR.BROOKS!” Anya screamed.”Three hours a day in the gym…comes with its benefits” Brooks gruntedin response.Anya was riding what felt like a never ending crest of ecstasy. Thoughshe was having multiple orgasms and loving every inch of what Brooks had toover at this moment, she had to reflect on her initial doubts about blackmen. Her best friend Jenny Summers had given her quite the show andadvertisement for black cock some ways back. Her gorgeous blondegirlfriend fucked and sucked that West boy’s big nigger cock like a properslut. Anya had been thoroughly turned on by the display, but hadn’t yetdecided (at the time) if she were willing to go all the way with a blackman. It was bad enough she’d blown the young West boy in front of herfriends, but having sex was a nigger, and at a formal party? Anya wouldhave sworn to know better. Brooks however was something else entirely. Itwasn’t just his `safe’ lighter tone and jovial demeanor that made him sucha prime mate. it wasn’t even his giant black cock that was currentlyrummaging and ramming into her guts. It was…something else. SomethingAnya couldn’t quite define or even wholly understand. Brooks justfelt…’right’ to her. His cock, pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Hisgiant balls clapping against her puckered anus. The sopping wetness of herpussy as it worked in waves of double to accommodate that huge stretch ofman-meat, it all just felt…right. Like it was `supposed’ to be there,and should have been there a long time ago.Anya’s body resized and altered itself accordingly to her black lover’swill, and her pussy would flex in delight as he entered her again andagain. The fact she couldn’t even recall exactly how she’d come to giveherself over to the charismatic mogul didn’t even seem to matter to hernow. She knew they’d talked during the party, shared a few laughs and acommon love of the Russian language. She knew she `liked’ the man, but`how’ Brooks had managed to take her to this private room, make her give upher mouth, big breasts and glorious pussy up so completely…it baffledher.”Check this out!” Brooks said confidently.With that he moved his other hand from Anya’s hip, and placed it on theunderside of her other ass cheek. In one motion he had Anya in the air,and was doing so with just both his hands. The move caught the sexyRussian house wife off guard.” < OH MY! >” she squeaked.She wrapped her other arm around Brooks’ neck, and thereafter held onfor dear when – without warning – Brooks got back to pumping into her wetpink gash.”OH FUUUUCK!” She hollered, as Brooks thrusted his meaty cock into her,maintaining a strong carry position by swinging her toned ass into hiships, hard.Their flesh smashed into each other, Anya’s senses getting rocked andjolted, while Brooks enjoyed the force and subsequent echo of Anya’s tightass slamming against his muscular thighs. This Russian slut’s body wasbuilt for taking on black cocks like his…though – in truth – there wereno cocks like his. The angle of his dick would bend at the middle duringcertain pumps, but her pussy was more than generous in taking in as much ofhim as humanly possible. From an underside view, Anya’s ass would jiggle -two white round orbs of flesh popping with the entry of a long veiny rod -every time Brooks collided with her, her raven hair wafting like a blackwaterfall behind her, contrasting beautifully with her white skin.”UGH, FUCK this pussy is amazing!” Brooks grunted.”OH GOD YES, FUCK ME MR.BROOKS!”Anya’s insides -as Brooks freely confessed – felt nothing short ofamazing. Hot, wet, tight but pliant. Yielding under Brooks’ superiorstrength, but not at all unwilling to fight his cock with her tensed innermuscles. Brooks had been in plenty of pussy in his day. Women from allover the globe, and in waves of two, three, sometimes four at a time! AnyaWhite’s pussy however, hands down beat them all. It could take a beating,but at the same time drain at his manhood, making his testicles beg forrelease every other thrust. The only other woman who could make Brooks’cock feel like this and go toe-to-toe with Anya was Adela, who still(admittedly) held the crown as the hardest, most intense fuck of hislife…in this aspect at any rate. However, as far as white women went,Anya – no doubt – reigned supreme as his goddess. He gave Anya every inchher pussy could take, and then just a bit more to push his own pleasure. From time to time he felt the tingle and early onset of his own orgasm, yetthrough his training was able to press this desire down. It made for hisown set of tiny orgasms, which beckoned him on. He kept his core tight andkept up his pace. It wasn’t long before Anya started fucking him back. She wrapped her long legs tightly around him, gripping his back and hipslike a boa snake around its prey, and ground her hips hard into him.”< I want more! Give Anya more big dick black man! AHHH! >” shehowled.This beckoned Brooks on, making him got even harder. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Came the resulting sound.”< AAAAAGH FUCK! >” Anya screamed.”YEAH, YEAH! GET IT!” Brooks grunted back.The White woman and the black man kept this pace up for as long as theycould. Anya would come twice more before Brooks – his arms and hips onfire from the effort – finally let her legs back down onto the carpet. Anya’s pussy was on fire, and her legs and thighs were screaming. Thepounding she’d taken had left her disoriented to the point she wobbledwhere she stood.”Oh…oh fuck…oh god” she mumbled, the epitome of dick-drunk.”I ain’t finished with you” said Brooks, holding her by the uppermostpart of her arm to keep her from falling over. “Not by a damn sight, Iain’t finished with you. Over here!”And with that the mogul guided her back to the couch they’d been usingbefore. Sweat had formed up in a sheet on her body, and beads ofperspiration in turn had appeared on the chest, shoulders and arms of herNegro bull. But still, the man showed no signs of being close tofinishing. Bozche moi, Anya thought, all that and he’s still got more inhim. Her husband Tom wouldn’t have lasted anywhere near this long. Brookshad pounded her good and deep, and yet he STILL had more to offer her. Atthis a welling sense of uncertainty bloomed inside of her. How much moreof this can my pussy take, she thought. But instead of filling her with asense of nervousness and the onset of fear, a devious – near sinister -little smile crept across the raven haired Russian’s gorgeous face. Howmuch more of this CAN my pussy take? And at this question, intrigue tookroot, a physical reply coming in the form of Anya’s pussy growing evenwetter.”UNG! UNG! UNG! YEAH!” Brooks belted proudly as he pumped into Anya.The pounding he was giving the raven haired Russian was unlike anythingshe’d ever thought possible between man and woman. Lying on her back – herround ass cheeks hanging slightly off the edge of the couch cushions – Anyalapsed into another thunderous orgasm. Her legs, which were spread andbeing held firmly by the light skinned Negro at the ankles, shook violentlyas his long thick cock invaded her. Long and deep, his dick so long itfelt like an arm inside the further part of the White woman’s womb.Looking down at the epicenter of their fucking, Anya was amazed by thehypnotic sight of the long stretch of man-meat slipping into and thenretracting from her soaked pussy. She’d never have guessed herself capableof taking such a massive dick. And yet, there Brooks was, towering overher, his tight well-defined muscles popping as he slammed downward intoher, his big balls swooping down to hit her unprotected anus. Anya’s eyesrolled into the back of her head when this occurred, Brooks’ testiclesteasing the pleasurable spots of her tight butthole. When this wouldhappen, Anya’s hands would grip and clutch at the couch cushions, her lipstightening and her teeth clenching from the intense pleasure overtaking herbody.”DA! DA! LIKE THAT BROOKS! FUCK ANYA JUST LIKE THAT!”And fuck her Brooks did. He went at her again and again, showing nopatience or quarter to the black haired slut. Anya loved seeing how hardBrooks worked to please her. When her hands weren’t clutching the edges ofthe couch for dear life, they were caressing Brooks’ abs and chest, pullingat Brooks’ broad shoulders and bringing him in for an intensely passionatekiss. Her full red lips locked onto his for as long as she could manage,before her mouth morphed back into an O of shock. As Brooks’ speedincreased, hush thrusts hitting her pleasure spot at a faster pace. Anyaused a hand to grip the back of Brooks’ head, he fingers digging into theback of his head so hard her fingers went numb. Forcing his gaze to stareat her’s, their foreheads pressed together in the throes of passion, Anya’spiercing dark eyes burned into Brooks’ brown ones. She’d cum more timesthan she could count, and now – more than anything – she wanted Brooks todo the same. He’d proven himself a champion not climaxing from Anya’s hotwet pussy clenching and constricting like the grip of a boa snake on hishumongous wang, but now – Anya decided – it was time to give up the chase,and deliver the hot load that she knew was reaching a boiling point in hishuge balls.” < Cum for me! >” she demanded, refusing to let Brooks’ head pull awayfrom hers. “< Give me your cum! I want every drop of it, NOW! You willGIVE every drop to me, NOW! >“Brooks had decimated Anya’s fit knockout body. In the end however, itwasn’t her huge round tits, miraculous hot pink pussy, perfect bubble buttor sexy full lips that made the mogul fall. No sir, in the end it was theterse demands – belted in Russian – paired with the stern fervor of hersexy dark eyes that finally proved to be the breaking point for Mr. Brooks. He felt the rising quiver from his loins, the pleasant tingle thatstarted from the base of his long dick and rose in an almost paralyzingelevation to the top of his cock. Two more hard pumps; WHAM! WHAP! AndBrooks withdrew his big black cock from the depths of Anya’s stomach.Though the sudden vacancy inside her body left her feeling empty,incomplete without her black stud, she hopped to attention from her backwithout hesitation. Her full ass cheeks still planted on the couch, buther body propped up to where her face was level with Brooks’ hips Anyagrabbed Brooks’ exploding cock with both hands – one hand on the middle ofthe expanse, the other gripping his balls -. The load of white semensprayed from Brooks’ urethra like a high powered hose. Though Anya’sintention was to take the full rich bounty into her mouth, she fumbled thelong stretch of meat from her lips after only three deep gulps. Bozchemoi, and I thought the wine tasted delicious, she thought as she swallowedas much of Brooks’ cum as she could before it dribbled from her mouth, downher chin and slopped wetly onto her large round tits.”UNNGH FFFFFUUUCK!” Cried Brooks. His eyes were pinched shut as he felthis body quake and then release into orgasm. His knees threatened tobuckle several times as he came, and when he looked down to see Anyaslurped and gulping at all the cum she could, it reinforced the intensityof his climax. White globs of thick semen flew everywhere, hosing down thecouch, jutting over Anya’s head to fall somewhere behind them, and severalsparse parcels of white somehow landing on the lampshade that stood to theside of them.The orgasm lasted for only a couple minutes, but in the mogul’s mind itmay as well have been an eternity. Whenever he looked down to see the darkeyes of the sexy Russian slut looking back up at him – his fat cockheadwedged into her mouth or lips sucking at his now emptied balls – it’d giverise to an aftershock of pleasure that would in turn cause more semen tospurt from him. It was a glorious cycle that both man and woman tookpleasure in. God, he cums buckets like a horse, Anya thought, lapping atthe dregs that leaked from Brooks’ spent cock hole.”Got DAMN woman!” Brooks’ called in triumph. “You weren’t lying whenyou said you were gonna get every drop.” Anya smiled her devious smile aslicked at the glazed sides of Brooks’ long thick cock.”Anya gets what Anya wants Mr. Brooks. You do well to remember, da?””Da…” Brooks replied, placing his hands at his chiseled sides as heobserved Anya clean up the mess she’d made.She’d lick, lap and suckle every inch of Brooks’ master sized cock forsome time after that. Taking the relaxed pace of a spoiled house cat toclean every inch of Brooks’ big black dick of rich semen. She’d leave hiscock licked clean, and then go to work at cleaning her huge tits of theglazed bounty. And as she cleaned herself, she would take notice -withsome slight degree of fear- how the act would cause Brooks to go hardagain. And as his cock rose yet again, she in turn would become wet.”Is going to be a long night, isn’t it?” she’d say sheepishly.”Mrs. White” Mr. Brooks would reply with his handsome smile. “It’sgonna be the longest night of your life…”…Comrade Kostya,We are back at sea, oldest friend. Back in the miserable andever-violent expanse of corroding water and cruel cutting air. And whilemy love for the sea has not grown in the smallest measure since beginningthis doomed journey, I must confess that its presence – in comparison tothe nightmare I have witnessed on foreign soil – is no short a boon andblessing from the Zorias. We are returning home, back to Cherniderivo,after having barely escaped that earthbound circle of hell known as Americaand its foul capitol den of deception and obscenity called New Orleans. Weset sail early this morning, after much fighting and protest on my part,our blaggard of a ship captain begrudgingly caved to our demands to flee usfrom that place. His round slovenly bearded face has been in a red flushever since, and the amount of daggers cast from his eyes towards mewhenever occupying the same space runs infinite. A rather comical sightactually.It will take us weeks before we set foot on Russian soil. The rock andsway of the ship is keeping me awake, empty bellied and greener than anygenus of frog on natural record. And yet, to be away from those accursedlands and its man-cloaked demons is a blessing. Alas, though I am verymuch eager to return home, back to our lands and the company of ouruncorrupted Russian kinsmen, I write you this letter with the solemnknowledge and foreword that I – Sergei Cherninov – am a changed man…adefeated man. But you will more than likely know of this prior to evenreading this piece of salt scented parchment. If Captain Hughes’calculations are correct, and our current trek home is not met withunforeseen peril from storm and rain, then by the time you read this letterI will have been home for roughly several days.Undoubtedly you will notice a stark difference in the appearance andmanner of me and the woman I am wed. Our once jovial and fresh facedaffection for one another, our youthful vigor will have been replaced withsomething…else. Something surly, frail and rooted in a noxiousbitterness that is felt in the ether of our company and viewed in thevacantness of love in our eyes. My wife has – for my lack of expertise onthe study of the female mind inclines me of labeling it thus – gone quitemad, Kostya. The assault and attempted **** from that black b**st has lefther mind shattered, distorted. She has taken to bursting out in fits ofrage, her tantrums spawning from the queerest belief that I am to blame. She blames me. Not for her disappearance, or for my decision to bring heralong on this cursed journey. I would have been prepared to face such anaccusation. Niet, the reasoning behind her spouted bile is rooted insomething far more deranged. Niet…my wife…the bitter accusations shescowls and curses at me in her waking hours and murmurs in darkest vistasof her sleep spawn from my act of interfering with the profane ritual backin Congo Square. She is angered by the fact I and my brother stopped themonstrous dalliance…that I somehow…cheated her from participating inthe savage fest.I can hardly make sense of it myself. It took me the better part of aday to even grasp what she was telling me. She assailed me with a barrageof insults before my brother and the captain. Cursing at me with words Iwas not even aware she knew. Though the assault was spoken in Russian,Hughes could easily make sense of the scale and scope of the tumult. Shekept repeating the same words;”You ruined it! You ruined everything! It was going to be beautiful!You ruined it!”When I expressed confusion and issued query behind her rage, she wouldcurse at me, call me every sort of vile and belittling name that a woman inthe company of sailors could muster. In our language, she would insult mystatus and standing as a man, comparing the size and girth of that blackskinned abomination to mine. Going into perverse detail, a psychoticremembrance and reverie about how the b**sts’ member tasted and felt in hermouth. Recalling the affair out loud as though…as though it was a fonddistant memory. She insulted me citing the weight of the creature’s toolwhile it was wedged in her maw, and comparatively describes mine as being”light” and easy to heft in a woman’s mouth as one would hand rolledcigarette. At this comrade, I am afraid my temper got the better of me. Irushed her, rushed my wife, and wrapping my hands around her throatdemanded she snap out of this horrible dementia. My fingers clamped tightaround her throat I yelled;”What evil vexation has seeded itself in you, woman?! What manner ofblack magic has that negress bitch afflicted you with?!” For all my shoutsand demands, I received no answer. Foremost because my fingers werecutting off my wife’s breath, and secondly because in another moment Hughesand my brother had succeeded in prying me off the screaming woman. As theypulled me away from her, the air returned to her in a high pitched gasp. Before she could even fully recover, she was back at cursing me.”I will have my turn with him!” she hissed, a cruel confidence behindher gasping breaths. “I care not how long it takes. Be it this life, orthe next. I SHALL HAVE MY TURN WITH LORD DAMBALLAH!” The evil vow chilledme to the bone, and staggered my brother more than he is willing toconfess. The certainty in her voice was so stout, solid as freshly forgediron. And the look that contained in her eyes, those gorgeous dark pools Ionce stared into lovingly…they were replaced with something else. Something feral and wanton and unfitting for a fair daughter ofCherniderivo. My wife sleeps now. When she is not occupied with hating meand my interference of the wicked ritual, she sleeps. Her rage quiets andshe curls herself among the sheets of our resting quarters. I can’t helpbut notice the serenity in her manner and position when she is in thisstate. The contours of her beautiful face relax, and for a brief periodshe resembles the fair skinned beauty I fell in love with. Even when hersilent breaths are replaced with breathy moans, some scene of a dreamenrapturing her, she looks happier than I have seen her in many days. Whenthe breathy moans grow too loud, her body twisting under the sheets and herhands beginning to venture across her body, I wake her with my hands ordouse her with the water kept at her bedside. When she awakens, thepeaceful demeanor fades, and the hateful glare rises across her brow onceagain. It’s as if I am stopping the macabre ritual all over again everytime she lays her head down to rest.It is an exhausting task, for my sleep alludes me whenever she resting,which is often. And when she is awake I must watch her with the sternglare of a hawk to insure she does nothing rash or that would inflict harmupon herself. I sorely ache for home old friend. For I know that uponreturning to our lands, this curse that taken my wife will have fadedgreatly, if not altogether relinquished its grip on her. That is the onlyviable solution I can muster. The tragedy of this is however, is that evenupon our return, I fear that the rift between myself and my wife willremain long after. And even if that should not seem apparent in ourdynamic as husband and wife, I harbor the fear that a nugget, and elementor two of what those black creatures have done to my wife will remainsomewhere inside of her, embedded like an evil seed somewhere in her soulthat she will carry. A fruitless and daft superstition I know…thefearful ramblings of a broken man. I can only hope and pray that thisfailed venture will end with our return home, and we shall never need speakor reminisce of it again. I hope to see you in good health upon our returncomrade, for seeing a friend in good health will most certainly do well toput my shaken nerves at ease. When Inna has calmed to her usual self, Iwould very much like for us to walk the forests as we used to before. Ifeel that my wife would benefit a great deal from reacquainting herselfwith her homelands. Take care comrade, the Zorias bless and protect youand yours. I will do my best to heal mine.Sincerely,Sergei….Anya White was on all fours upon the soaked lounge room couch when thedoor opened. The tops of her huge breasts peaking over the couches’ top intwo pert mounds, her arms d****d over the piece of furniture as thoughbracing for a powerful impact. Her lower body was propped up high andproud behind her, her curvy hips and perfectly sculptured ass poking outbehind her in wait and expectation for her master sized cock’s return. Herface was half turned to the towering mass of her master, Mr. Brooks, whoseflawlessly toned and chiseled body stood behind her, one of his largepowerful hands cupping her left ass cheek as he placed his long thick cockin the groove making up her ass crack.”Ohhhh, you such tease Mr.Brooks.” Anya cooed, her tongue slippedslightly out of her mouth and curled at a funny angle, almost looking asthough she was trying to lick the air where her black stud stood.They were both glossy with sweat, and while Anya was worn out from theirprevious bouts, her body still quivered with delight and excitement at whatwas the greatest fuck she’d ever been given in her life. The long stretchof meat motioned back and forth along her flushed white skin. Brooks wasso long that she could feel his full cock head brushing nearer to hershoulder blades!”Just enjoying the view my dear.” Brooks replied, a focused look on hisface that was only broken by the slight smirk overtaking his mouth. Anya’shot skin on his cock felt almost as good as her pussy. The way Anya wouldback her body up against his at the apex of each stroke made his largetesticles smack and bump against her hot little furnace of a pussy. Brookshad had dozens of women of the years. Two, three, four and sometimes evenfive at a time. So many that he was fairly certain his total number ofconquests numbered into the hundreds by now. None of them however, quitecompared to this Russian beauty. She’d sucked him, fucked him, drained hisballs of every drop of cum, licked the mess clean and started the processall over again as though it were sole purpose in life.There was a familiarity in how she sucked his big black cock, a desireto please that inched almost into desperation in how she rode his cock, anda yearning to take every inch of him into her soaking wet pussy thatspanned far past the simplistic desire for orgasm, or the thrill of finallyhaving a cock worthy of goddesses-like body. There wassomething…’special’ about Anya White. Something that he’d known from themoment he’d set eyes to hers, that he simply needed to have and possess. Even when he had taken her, her body bent over before him and wiggling herplump but firm ass beneath his hardending f******n inches, he felt he couldnever have enough of her. This woman, her perfect body, and all thefucking she had to offer, was meant to be his. This he knew to be anineffable truth in his bones, his balls, in his very being.This thought carved a path through Brooks’ mind when the chamber doorswung open.”Ah!” replied Brooks upon looking up at the intruder, no hint ofsurprise or iritation of the intrusion on his. “Adella my dear!”And indeed, there stood Adella Laveau, a stacked and as gorgeous lookingat the day Brooks had first been approached by her.”So glad you could finally join us. How are the guests doing?” AsBrooks said this, he using both of his hands to press Anya’s ass cheekstogether, wedging his cock between the meat of her white buns and sawinghimself hard against her.”Very much occupied.” Replied miss Laveau, the expression on her facenot shifting an inch at the sight of her employer playing with the nakedbottom of his guest.Anya was too busy coasting on the thick stretch of cock rubbing againsther butt and back to be surprised or shocked at the enterance of Brooks’assistant. Whether it was the lingering effects of the wine, her relaxedstate after having been pounded by Brooks’ big black cock or a combinationof the two, Anya’s face in turn did not shift in surprise at Laveau seeingher employer play with her body.”He may be a repulsive pig, but Ferris outdid himself with his hostselection.” Said Adela. She stood before the pair, carrying on theconversation as though Anya and Brooks weren’t bare naked and in the throesof playful fucking. “Those girls were able to handle the entire room, andstill have enough energy to have some fun for themselves.””Really now? Replied Brooks, his face not looking at Adela, but at thefirm round orbs of Anya’s ass as he massaged them with his powerful handsand enjoying the moans of pleasure the raven haired vixen purred inresponse. “I’m glad to hear that. They certainly did appear to be alively group.”Brooks tilted his long cock to the side, making way for his finger as itgently prodded at Anya’s star-fish shaped butthole. “I was a littleworried that seven hostesses might have been overkill. Our boys aren’t tooworn out are they?””No” replied Adela, “As it turned out, we had a bit of a break-in.””Break-in?” Brooks said, his eyes coming up from Anya’s rich bounty ofbehind to gaze at Adela. There was something that had changed in his eyesin that moment, his jovial brown eyes dipping into something stern and madesomewhat sinister by the sudden furrowing of his brow.”Relax” replied Adela. “I took care it. Just a few local boys tryingto sneak into the party. No harm done.””You know how much I dislike unexpected guests and loose variablesAdela” said Brooks, a hint of warning on his tongue.”I’m well aware. So instead of sending them away or calling thepolice-“”Yes, Loas forbid we tear Coxville’s finest away from their donuts”interrupted Broke, slamming his heavy nutsack a few times against Anya’spink pussy”Instead” Adela continued, “I invited them in to join us.””Is that so?” asked Brooks tilting his head back down to spy the lovelyAnya’s body shoving itself backwards and onto his bountiful nut sack.”Yes” replied Adela. “They’re getting themselves acquainted with ourguests and staff…deeply acquianted in fact.””I see…” said Brooks tersely. A thought crossed his mind in the formof yet another smirk. “I’ll trust your judgement then.””You’d be wise to, sir. Our guests and staff are giving them treatmentof kings. They’ll be absolutely no reason or room for grievance orcomplaint.””Very well…looks like you’ve outdone yourself yet again, my dear. Tonight was a smashing success. I simply don’t know what I’d do withoutyou.”Miss Laveau’s face turned into a coy smile.”You’d have spent all your days partying and whoring in New Orleans.”She replied.At this both mogul and assistant laughed.”I do think you’re right on that one Miss Laveau. Wasting my potentialrunning around in the streets there, when my…talents…would be so betterapplied…here.”the here in Brooks’ sentence was marked by the motion of his shoving hisfat cock bewteen Anya’s pink pussy lips, who reared up and cried out infull ecstasy as he invaded her.”OHHHHH!” cried Anya, “So goo`~oood!”Her pussy clamped down tight on his dick head, almost barring him entryfrom the rest of hot insides. His face clenched from the strain. SweetLegba!, he thought, even after all that, she’s still so tight! And as ifreading his thoughts through his facial expression, Adela spoke.”This one’s giving you quite a time, isn’t she?””The hardest time by far, Miss Laveau…would you care to give me ahand?” With this, Brooks lifted a hand from Anya’s ass and held it outtowards Adela, the gesture looking as though he were inviting her for adance.”I…wouldn’t want to overwork you in front of your guest.” Adelareplied, the tease in her voice somehow sounding like both a humble declineand an issued challenge. “Besides, I should go check on our guests.””Our guests will be fine”, Brooks insisted, his hand lifting theslightest bit higher towards. “You sorely underestimate my ability tomulti-task.”Secretly Adela acknowledged this. As stated before, Brooks had handledwomen by the double, triple, quadruple and quintuple quantities. She’dwitnessed several of these trysts first hand. Still, Adela maintainedconfidence in knowing that she could outfuck all of those other women, asshe’d gone toe-to-toe with Brooks on her own on many occasion, each timeonly being moderately destroyed by his big black cock prior to making himcum the equivalent of a small pool. They’d never engaged in a threesomebefore however, and – admittedly – Adela was quite taken by Mrs. White’sbeauty and foreign charm.”Well…” Adela said coyly, merely putting on the farce of hesitation.”Come here baby” Brooks said in his low bass tone. “Get in here.””Yeah baby, get in here!” Anya said in turn, mimicking Brooks’ call.”You been working hard for me all night. Now its time for me to putsome work in for you.”Miss Laveau’s smile widened, and as she shut the door behind her bothAnya and Brooks beamed with a devious joy. Adela didn’t say a word, merelyundoing the buttons of her tight fitting blouse, and allowing it to part toexpose her perfect ebony skin. Adela, no longer being able to hold in orresist the sight of Brooks’ monster cock, removed the straps of her bra andskirt in what appeared to be a flash. Anya actually gasped, a tiny blastof air escaping her lungs as she beheld the naked form of Mr. Brooks’assistant.Her body was a temple. A living work of darkly shaded art. A deepcolored momument to physical perfection. Huge round breasts with matchinground dark brown areolas, a tight waist, lower and upper stomach sculpturedflawlessly with a mix of effeminate curve and strong looking muscle. Thickmuscular thighs unlike anything Anya had beheld, long smooth chocolate legsthat flexed alluringly from the arch of her still-worn high heel shoes. And a neat patch of black pubic hair in the shape of a tiny upside downtriangle guided the eye down to what had to be one of the most beautifulvaginas the raven haired Russian had ever seen.”Bozche MOI!” said Anya, her mouth turning into an O surprise andwonder. “Sh-she’s…””Exquisite, yes?” said Brookes, filling in the stammer of Anya’s words.”D-Da…” was all Anya could say.Frozen in place, his long cock hardening and her pussy dripping morereadily, Brooks and Anya could only watch in wonder as the dark skinnedgoddess sauntered over to them. The rhythmic clack clack of her high heelshoes setting an audible tempo, the hypnotic bounce of her huge roundcoco-breasts as she approached them making both mulatto man and Russianwoman’s nerves race and flex with anticipation. When Adela finally gotinto touching range, she lowered herself to Anya, gripping her gently bythe back of her raven hair and pulled her in for a deep, passionatewoman-on-woman kiss. Trapped in the ebony goddess’ firm grip, Anya felt awash of pleasure suddenly flow over her. The big black cock of her masterinside her from behind, the slick delicious tongue of her black mistress inher mouth.It was heaven for the daughter of Cherniderivo, and for the remainder ofthat evening, the trio shared that heaven with one another, their orgasmscoming aplenty and often, while the rabble and noise of the party andrecorded mystical chanting below carried on into the night….Hours and hours later, the sun – late in its ascent into morning, asthough somehow delayed by the will of the Brooks estate and its guests -finally rose. The big yellow ball hanging high over Coxville county shonebright with its normal blinding hue, lacking any signs of the bloody sheenof its opposite the moon had carried the previous evening. The hail ofbird chirps, the s**ttered calls of dog and cat and a host of other soundsheralding the arrival of morning as it spread throughout the proud patch ofthe Deep South. Inside the Brooks estate, its guards, guests, hostessesand unexpected company slowly awoke back into the land of the living,having exhausted each other into a collective sleep that resembled almost akind of group c***.There, in the center of the huge hall laid the players of the previousevening, s**ttered hither and thither, plopped on couch, floor and eventable. Leaned against wall and spread across carpet (still slightly dampwith shed bodily fluids). Their spell of sleep slowly lifting with therise of sun, a large group of naked bodies -black and white – lay strewnabout the expanse of the manor. LD – worn out and winded and in a deepsleep – lay naked on the couch, his long limbs outstretched over thefurniture in four directions. The hostesses Mariah and Tanya were at hisright and left, and in an equally deep sleep. Their final orgasms given bythe tall black boy’s long cock had left them content to fall asleep rightwhere they fell, more than happy to share their black stud in sleep as theydid whilst awake.Bodyguard Darius laid slouched on the nearby loveseat, his titanic darkframe in the piece of furniture making him look like an African kingslumbering in an ill-fitting throne. His huge muscular arms hung lazilyover the arm rests of the chair, weary from a night’s work of holding uphundred plus pound women’s bodies and holding multiple pairs of breasts andass cheeks in their necessary places. At his feet laid twins Melanie andMindy, their lily white skin bare and slick with the night’s emissions onthe large carpet. They each had an arm wrapped around the giant blackman’s massive legs, their white hands gripped firmly at the lines of solidmuscle which made up his calves. The delectable pair had fucked the bigblack guard for the better part of the night and the spent what hoursremained of the evening getting manhandled by the other prize black cockss**ttered about the room. The identical smiles creasing the lips of bothwomen were a silent testimony to how much fun they’d had, their positionsat Darius feet the proof of who they favored most of the pack.Not far away was Coxville’s own princess, Cassie Van Buskirks. Onceagain she’d found herself with Terrance, youngest bodyguard of the crew. The blond beauty laid atop the junior bodyguard, her extensive white chestpressed atop of his solid ebony pecks, one of her dainty hands placed righton the spot where his heart would be. Terrance meanwhile had one of hislarge hands cupping the bountiful meat of the Coxvillian beauty’s ass. Ifhis hand had somehow slipped from place, an observer would have easilynoticed the angry red hand print on Cassie’s white cheek. Only a meageramount of further observation would have proven the hand print to be aperfect match for the young black man.The silent hostesses Merissa lay quiet as ever at one of the furtherends of the foyer, nestled in the adjacent loveseat like a cat enjoying along deserved respite. Her body was perhaps the most hard used of the lot,as she refused to take no fewer than two big black cocks at a time in thetwilight hours of the dalliance. Near her on the floor was Tammy aka BigRed and the curvaceous Californian Kami. The two tallest and thickly builtladies in the room, their gorgeous shapely bodies looked spent and wellused. Their hair was tussled into an outright mess while slumped atop thesleeping Deon, whose snores sounded something like a hippopotamusattempting to hold back a sneeze with spaced breaths, and failing miserablyeach time. The alluring rise and fall of both white women’s ample nakedchests seemed to almost keep tempo with Deon’s heavy exhalations.Bobbie Sue Kindle, Melvin, Rhonda Van Buskirks, Candy Cox and the eldestbodyguard Zulu lay in a near dog pile at the center of the sleepingcompany. The elder Cox woman had one of her long silken legs d****d overthe deep skinned bodyguard, and – as if competing even in sleep – Rhondahad one of her long arms d****d over the black man’s extremely muscularchest, her massive breasts all but shoved against the black man in agesture that silently screamed challenge and opposition to her rival. Andnearer to the center of the slumbering group was Stubby. Atop him was theflawlessly toned and bronzed figure of Marisol.Marisol and Stubby had found themselves coming back to each other morethan several times over the course of the orgy, and had worked themselvesinto such a hard and expansive ruckus that they’d actually fallen asleepfucking. Stubby’s fat black cock was still wedged half inside Marisol’ssweet Spanish pussy, her body still prostrated atop his the sleepingversion of the cowgirl position they’d initiated and maintained fiercelyuntil exhausting each other into a deep sleep. Even while sleeping,Marisol refused to let Stubby’s black cock slip outside of her, and hadrocked and popped her plump posterior on the short Negro until her musclesscreamed. Stubby’s cock – limp and completely drained – had found warmthinside the sexy Spaniard’s tight insides for the better part of the night.And all around them, at the fringes of the spectacle, were the spentbodies of the white men of Coxville. Surrounding the cluster of humungousblack cocks and ample white bosoms were the soft pasty physiques ofCoxville’s most powerful. Both the great and the good behind the proudsouthern town lay in a circular worn out stupor, exhausted from bearingwitness to their women and servants being pounded silly by a band of bigblack brothers. Their eyes slowly opened onto the sight. Wives anddaughters, teachers and servants coiled and snuggled up to massive muscularbodies of brown and deep black shade. However their minds did not -couldnot–process the sight. While any sane or sensible man would have awokenwith a pang of horror and outrage, the mayor, sheriff, county bankers andwell-to-do gentlemen of the evening saw nothing out of the ordinary. Atleast, nothing out of the ordinary they were allowed to see by AdelaLaveau’s will.Herein lay the true genius of voodoo priestess’ spell. Even while thegroup’s bodies stirred and slowly awoke, their conscious minds coming alivewith the onset of morning, they were still trapped in the spell’s haze. All the men and women who had partaken of the wine had not yet fully comeback to their senses, but had simply awoken from the brunt of thepremeditated deception.When Mrs. Van Buskirks and her daughter rose from the sides of theirblack bulls, no screams or shouts of shock arose from their mouths. Noscreaming bloody murder nor presumed ****. Instead, they silently dressedthemselves, a vacant – almost otherworldly – glaze encapsulated in theireyes and rendering their faces a pair of pale beautiful masks. When Mrs.Bobbie Sue Kindle had arisen from her spot of the floor and moved herselfgently from under Melvin – the black nerd’s head planted between her largewhite breasts like a suckling babe to a teat – she did not do so with astart.Under the pull and sway of the spell, she simply proceeded to wipe thedregs of slobber from her chest, woke her husband who – naturally – wastrapped in a similar deception, and quietly scanned the room for theirdiscarded pieces of clothing. They dressed themselves upon rising up fromunder the bodies of their fallen fellow orgy-participants, and – withoutfuss or controversy – exited the manor.Not a sigh or sign of protests could be seen from twins Melanie andMindy as they rose from the legs of Darius, and dressed themselves in eachother garments, uncertain of which belonged to whom, since they woreidentical outfits. And thereafter, one by one, each member of the partysilently opened the front door to the area where their cars resided. Thisprocession of semi-conscious white folk went on for next hour or so. Thealcohol had long burned through systems, so their respective drives homeweren’t hindered by any signs of drunkenness. The early morning jogger orpasserby seeing only what look like to be a very tired – presumably hungoff – batch of rich yuppies, after having what must have been the time oftheir lives.Upon arriving to their homes, the men and women of Coxville would (ofcourse) be impelled to shower. The hot water would wash away all the signsof their activities, the thick cum and sweat and wine disappearing down thedrain. Afterwards, each Coxvillian participant would be lulled into theirbeds, and back into the sweet warmth of sleep. A small hibernation for thewomen after such a laborious evening, a small reprieve for the men whocould do not but bear witness to the act. As the guests slowly filed outof the manor, climbed into their cars and onwards to their own abodes, theblack males and gorgeous hostesses one by one came back to life. Unliketheir patrons, the hostesses did not carry the hypnotized symptoms. Theyhad engaged in the act free of the wine and of their own will, and werethus free to speak and wander about the room as they willed. Stubby – uponrealizing he’d fallen asleep inside smoking hot Marisol – had begun to growlarge again. This stirred Marisol from her own sleep with a light groan,and her first motions of the day consisted of obliging Stubby’s monstercock with her curvy hips and full ass. It was as though their bodies werepicking up where they had left off the previous evening. Kami and Tammyawoke at about the same time.”Damn…” Tammy groaned, rubbing the remains of sleep from her eyes. “Feels like I got hit by about a dozen buses”.”Yeah” Kami affirmed, “a dozen black buses.” Kami rubbed at her innerthigh whilst saying this.Their muscles were tight and on fire, but they giggled at one anotherall the same. Their giggle elevated to laughter upon setting eyes onStubby and Marisol.”Jeez you two. A whole night’a that wasn’t enough for ya’ll?” saidTammy jokingly.”Best case ah mornin wood I dun eva had in ma life!” chuckled Stubby.”Si!” purred Marisol.One by one the others came to life from their various positions. LDwoke not long after, as did Delilah and Mariah, Tanya and Merissa. Zulucollected himself from his spot on the carpet and quickly got to thebusiness of dressing himself, silent as ever. The morning was filled withflirtaceous complaints of sore parts, one or two morning blowjobs,stretching of several kinds, and the surreptitious exchanging of phonenumbers among the hostesses and black men,”For next time when I’m in town” said Delilah, writing her personal cellnumber down on a “Sam-Edi Enterprises” card and playfully slipping itunderneath the front of LD’s do-rag. Marisol and Tammy did the same forStubby and “Big” Rich respectively, while Zulu would later come to find aslip of paper in his jacket pocket some hours later, the message writtennext to the scrawled phone number reading;”Had an amazing night. We should do it again sometime. Keep thatanaconda healthy, old timer.” – MerissaHis mouth would crack into the semblance of a smile upon reading. Andwhen all had finally been said and done, the trio of Deon, LD, and Stubbyfiled out of the side door. Stubby cursed loudly when he stumbled over thesleeping mass of Todd White. LD lightly kicked the White boy back into theland of the living.”Yo! White Hot Hands, wake up nigga!” Barked Deon, which caused Todd tojump up in a start.”Wh-what!? Oh god!” Todd said, still coming to grips with where he wasand trying to recall exactly how he’d gotten there. “Wh-what the fuckguys? You left me out here all night!””Yeah” confessed LD shamelessly. “Ma bad. We uh…””We threw it DOWN in der, Hot Hands!” finished Stubby enthusiastically.”You ain’t gonna BELIEVE the typa shit we dun did dude. That Brooks niggaknow how to turn UP ma nigga!””Wait…you guys did what? You guys were in there partying?””Sheeeit, partied?! Nigga we was up in der layin that SERIOUS pi-” LDthen came in with a quick nudge aimed at the shorter negro’s ribs.”He just fuckin wit you White Hot Hands.””Really?””Yeah, that bitch busted us cuz this little nigga” LD said, pointing anaccusatory finger at Stubby, “can’t keep his damn mouf shut. Had us doinwork all night an shit.””And you guys didn’t bail, or call me?””Nah man” Deon added, co-signing LD’s lie. “We didn’t call yo snow assup der.You want to be worked like a slave on a plantation?” Todd tossed theidea around in his head. Observing the trio, they most certainly did lookhard used. Bags under the eyes, slumped appearance, their clothes lookingsplotched with sweat and wrinked almost beyond reason.”Yeah..you’re right.” Said Todd. “Looks like they worked you guys tothe nub”. The trio chuckled and snorted silently to themselves. Indeed,the three black man had been worked to the bone. Their testicles felt likeballs of concrete inside them from overuse.”Man…sounds like a real drag.” Said Todd. “Guess I got lucky on thatone.””Yeah” said Deon with a half-masked snort of laughter, “lucky”.Not long after the four boys made their way from the manor grounds,gradually fanning out in separate ways to their respective abodes. ToddWhite would leave the company far earlier than LD and the others, his homebeing located in the suburbs and therefore not far away from the Brooksmansion. LD, Deon and Stubby would gradually depart one another’s companyafter entering the dingy streets of Coxville `dark’ quarter, the ghettos ofN-Town. Upon arriving home, Todd would realize that – despite having had afull (if uncomfortable) night of sleep – he was still exhausted.He toyed with the idea of ditching school that day while crossing thedew riddled grass lawn and entering the house. By the time he’d managed totrudge his way up the stairs he was pretty sure that the labor of going toschool that day wouldn’t be worth his time. By the time he collapsed intohis warm bed – shoes and day worn clothing still on – he’d fallen intoanother spell of sleep within a minute. The idea of school and beingforced to see Kitty, Samson, Pamela or anyone else associated with hissocial life fell into the realm of non-possibility, regardless of how loudhis stepmother barked at him. Todd was so exhausted, that he hadn’t evennoticed his parents weren’t in their beds, his bitch of a stepmother nothounding him to rise with the sun.LD, Stubby and Deon would later reach their individual homes and fallupon the same decision of non-attendance that day, and for just reason ifone were to be asked. Sore didn’t even begin to cover how worn the threeNegroes bodies felt. Their muscles screamed with each motion, their legsand calves felt like they’d been run through hot coals, and their cocks andballs felt like they’d been replaced with concrete. Upon collapsing intotheir respective beds however, their aches and pains subsided, the memoryof the previous night soothing them into a sound sleep, with smiles etchedfirmly on each of their dark faces.And at the manor, Alexander Shemar Brooks lay spent on the worn in whitecouch. Lying at both his sides were the firm and bountiful bodies ofgoddesses, one white one brown. After all the guests had finally filed outand the seven hostesses – after a series of long hot showers, a delectablepre-made breakfast from the manor’s chefs and freshly dawned clothes -their slumber had continued. Anya had been a handful on her own, givinghim the time for the better of the evening by herself. When his trustedassistant Adela Laveau had joined the fray however, it had – somehow -revitalized her. Brooks could hardly make sense of the feat, but somehowhis brown skinned beauty (normally a titan in bed in her own right) hadinvigorated Anya and inspired her to double her efforts once she’d entered.Working as a team, Adela and Anya sucked and fucked, slobbered andgyrated on the caramel skinned mogul. And when they weren’t busy givingBrooks access to their wet and wanton holes, they would have at each otherlike women possessed. Brooks knew Laveau to be bi-sexual, but Anya Brooks’attraction to his sexy protégé surprised even him. The trio went at eachother again and again, using their parts on each other to the degree thattheir fucking almost resembled a battle. And when it was all said and done- Brooks’ balls milked of every drop of seed – they’d collapsed onto eachother and the used couch, sweaty and exhausted and thoroughly satisfied. It had been a night unlike any other.Brooks lay in the center of the small dog pile, retracing in his mindthe events of the evening, gnawing with glee at every moment of the hourspast. Anya White’s eyes soon fluttered open and she rose from her spot onthe couch. It took her a moment or two to remember where she was and howshe’d gotten there. It only took one shift in her sore and aching body torecall what had happened.”Bozhe moi!” groaned Anya, her body screamed from the beating she’dtaken the previous night.Unlike the other guests, Anya remembered everything that had occurredthe night prior. No haze or fog lingering in her brain from the wine, andhaving been in a separate room at the time of the spell’s activation, she’dnot been in the zombified trance of her fellow party-goers.”Morning” said Brooks as he stretched an arm from under her. After onlya glance at the smirking man, she kissed him.” < Good morning > ” she replied in Russian. “An onlooker watching the sight would have seen them as a sexy marriedcouple, greeting one another with morning compliments.” < You were a very bad boy last night > ” she said smirking,remembering what she’d done the night before and not feeling the slightestbit bad about it. Guilt and Anya had come to a crossroads, and Anyagleefully decided to part ways. Brooks’ strong build, devastating charmand mammoth sized cock served as her primary motivation. Nothing that feltthat good for that long could be bad, she’d decided.” < I guess that the guilty party numbering three. > ” Brooks replied.Adela stirred awake from the morning banter after Brooks said this, asthough on queue.”Oh my…” she said, rising from her spot on the couch and stretchingher long luscious arms over her head like a cat. “Anyone get the number ofthat truck?” She tilted her head from left to right, a light *pop* soundingwith each motion of her neck.”Honk, honk!” Brooks sounded jokingly.”You were certainly impressive last night Mr. Brooks…but the truckI’m talking about was…of Russian make and model.”Adela’s sexy dark eyes settled on Anya, who returned her gaze with equalfervor. The two gave each other a light but lingering morning kiss, whichincited the three into a shared laughed. A three sided joke fit only fortheir threesome.”You’ve certainly inspired me to take up yoga again, Mrs. White.” SaidAdela.”I’d forgotten parts of me could even bend the way they did last night.””And you remind me to work thighs more in gym, Ms. Laveau” complimentedAnya in kind. “Please, call me Anya.””Only if you call me Adela” the busty Negress replied. The three playedwith the idea of having another go to ring in the new morning, but beforethings could continue, Anya jumped up with a start and gasp.”Oh shit!” she cursed, her naked body rising from the couch andfrantically searching for her discarded garments. She’d remembered thatTom was still waiting for her! She hastily dressed herself and shot out ofthe room. By now he was certain to have noticed her absence, and would belivid upon realizing that she’d been gone for the bulk of – no – the entirenight with Mr. Brooks. Anya worried that he’d have deduced their goingson and was already having a fit. Every horrible scenario and outcomeplayed through her mind…until she found him however.She found Tom sleeping soundly and done in proper from the drinking ofso much Diabolique wine. He’d wandered into a separate nook inside themanor, far enough removed from the foyer holding the party that he -apparently – had not been touched by the spell once Adela had initiated it.Instead he had wandered the halls in a drunken stupor (looking for Anya),and had collapsed onto an idle loveseat in another area of the manor whenhis efforts failed.In the clear, Anya gently kicked her husband awake with a bare foot, and- to add a bit of theater in covering her tracks – put on a grand show ofactually being cross with the man for `disappearing in the middle of theparty’. Tom awoke in a slurry string of apologies to his beautiful wifeand – reluctantly – gave a solemn apology to the tall mogul who stood justbehind her. Mr. Brooks smilingly accepted Tom’s apologies.”Oh now we’ll have none of that” said Brooks. “You know what they say;if you can remember everything that happened, it wasn’t a proper party”. Brooks pressed down Tom’s embarrassment with a few jovial nudges to hisribs. Tom was thoroughly hung over, and put up little fuss when Anyainsisted she drive them home…and failed to notice that through the entiremorning conversation Mr. Brooks had been in his loose fitting bathrobe.”Hmmmm…” Brooks sounded as the Whites took their leave from his home.”I know that tone” said Adela, who was slinking her arms around his barechest as he spied the married couple driving away from his bedroom window.”What’s on your mind Mr. Brooks?””I…I simply can’t shake this feeling I have about Mrs. White.””Well” Adela replied, her mouth close enough to Brooks’ ear that she waspractically nibbling on his ear lobe. “After last night, I can hardlyblame you. She’s an exquisite creature….fucks you almost as good as Ido…”As she said this, Adela was sliding a hand down Brooks’ chest, andfirmly gripped the base of his long cock.”Not just that” Brooks said, his gaze holding the image of the Whites’car as it drove off into the distance. “I keep feeling like I’ve…likeI’ve met her somewhere before.””Really?” purred Adela, her attention divided between listening to herboss and master’s words as much as kneading his giant cock. “I’m fairlycertain that you’d have told me about someone like her comingalong…unless you were being selfish and trying to keep her to yourself”.”It was before I knew you…” Brooks said, a fogginess anduncharacteristically vacant tone carried in his voice. It was as though hewas trying to place where and when he’d come across her.”Shemar…” Adela said, an equally uncharacteristically formal tonecarried in the sexy black woman’s voice, “I’ve known you your entire life.””This life…yes…and yet…” Brooks trailed off. “Something else yousaid earlier. Something about a `Russian model’…”Adela laughed, “Where is your head today? Were we both too much for youafter all? We leave your brain scrambled this morning?” She kneaded andtoyed with his testicles in her hand.”Yes- I mean- no…I just think…”Brooks turned on his heel to face his brown skinned vixen, his brightsmile beaming brighter than ever on his caramel features. “I think I justhad an idea for a new business venture…”Adela looked up at him and smiled.”You always know just what to say to get me wet, Mr.Brooks.”The two then fell into a deep passionate kiss, their lips and tonguespressed against each hard enough to where it almost hurt. Adela wrappedone of her legs around Brooks’ hip, the thick muscle of her thigh pullinghim close to her. This would incite yet another round of hard and heavysex between the pair. One which would continue uninterrupted for most ofthe day. …By the time Anya had removed Tom’s clothes and gotten him into bed wherehe could sleep off his hangover, it was closer to one in the afternoon. Ahuge chunk of the day had been lost, but Anya was in high spirits. Shewent downstairs into her living room with the intention of getting in arigorous round of yoga, but would only manage to plop herself down on thecouch upon arriving there. I got stretched more than enough last night,she concluded in her mind, and instead made herself content to lounge onher wide couch and slip in and out of a comfortable cat-nap in her tightfitting yoga pants and tank-top. And so it was that that day the Whitehome was silent, all three of its residents held in the confines of sleep.Three sleeping bodies made as such for three very different reasons, yetspawned from a single point of origin….In the attic of the White house, the slew of tumbled letters still laywhere they did the previous evening near the opened box;Dearest Anya,If you are reading this, then it means you have finally decided to openthe box as I told you to. Stubborn a c***d as you are, I am grateful youhave heeded your mother’s words for once in your life. I had not the timeto tell you properly, as you were so impatient to leave home, so I amwriting you this now to explain as best I can. What you find inside willlikely confuse you. I know it confused me when my mother – yourgrandmother – passed them on to me, and in kind confused her when hermother did the same. I can do little to explain it aside from saying;these letters are your birthright, my daughter.These letters I give you are not some silly family heirloom, or oldrumpled trinkets to be taken lightly. These letters Anya, are nothingshort of history itself. Though what you read on them will sound likesomething out of fiction, I guarantee you it is quite real. I know this,because my mother swore as such to me, as her mother did before her whenshe came of age and her mother to her daughter. For generations andgenerations, leading all the way back to your ancestor, Inna Cherninov. These letters were indeed written in the era and year they claim, and havebeen passed down from mother to daughter in the Cherninov family fordecades. Why they are exactly remains a mystery to me, but the story makesup the closest thing to a ‘family legend’ as one could have. The way I wastold from your grandmother, wat that the wife of the man your ancestorSergei was writing to – Kostya – had accidentally stumbled upon the lettersearly on during their voyage to the Americas. Some sort of delay kept theletters from reaching Kostya’s home, and his wife stumbled upon the tale ofInna and her beloved ‘Black b**st’ at its middle point. Knowing thatKostya would have seized the letters and never allowed her to read them,she proceeded to intercept the rest from his sight in the months thatfollowed, and read them in secret.As the story intensified, so did the secrecy of the letters, whicheventually were handed back to your ancestor Inna covertly upon her arrivalhome. After swearing to Kostya’s wife the authenticity of the tale, yourancestor Inna took and would keep these letters as testimony of hertravels. A memento of how her travels and experiences. It may not makesense to you now, but you will understand upon reading it for yourself. Itis a story that…dare I say, needs to be known to the women of our family.Us Cherninov women tend to discover that our…how can I say…coldlyrational selections in husbands often carries over into our beds. A sadtruth, yet one which we are more capable of accepting than anyone would orcould know. Whether or not certain parts of the story were embellished, itis a tale that we women must know. As crass as the tale and our ancestorInna’s acts may be, one must admit the mental images it instills areprofoundly erotic.As your mother, I am responsible for passing on such knowledge to you.Besides that, tradition is tradition, and the women of our family keep thissecret tale as ours and ours alone. So read the letters my c***d. Readthem, and one day pass them on to your daughters when they are of age. Never tell your husband, nor your new son, nor anyone else who is notRussian and of our own kin. It may strike you as a strange tradition, butit ours nonetheless. Stubborn though you may be, you might even discoveryourself enjoying the story as much as I did. You’d be surprised how manycold nights I’ve been able to warm myself to the story of our Inna and herfabled Prospero Black.When I am finally able to convince your father to let them travel, Iwill send your sisters to visit you. Share these letters with them insecret, and swear them to secrecy as well. Everything else is answered inthe letters my c***d.Read them in secret, and enjoy them in silence.Your Mother,KatyaThe slightest shift in the air then fluttered through the room. A gustof air that caused the letter to slide just the tiniest bit sideways,clearing one’s sight to the s**ttered stack of paper articles layingbeneath it. And among the pieces of parchment was a curious item. An old,withered photograph. A black and white picture, yellowed round the edgesand hard used by the gradual erosion of time, but still preserved none theless. The picture was of a young man and woman. The man, dark haired andstoutly European looking, holding the woman’s hand in the photo and wearinga reserved smirk which conveying more uncertainty than anything else. Thewoman – a ravishing creature of timeless beauty – dark haired and smilingbrightly on what looked to be the boulevard of a crowded urban city. Theblurred faces making up the background, captured in time with the movementof their random directions coming and going. The woman in the center waseasily the most striking subject of the photo. Her lush raven hair,flawless cheek bones, pleasantly shaped nose and bountiful buxom buildwhich was displayed alluringly, despite the cut of her conservativeold-world dress seemed to be caught in time. Her hair was mid-wave in thebreeze as she stared at something off-camera, the sight obviously pleasingher into that winning smile of hers.If one were to look at the photo, unaware of its history or origin,they’d have sworn the radiant subject in the photo to have been Anya Whiteherself. Caught in some mock photo she – along with the suited malecompanion at her side – must have taken in gest at some sort of renaissancefair, the photographer having purposely used some sort of crafty techniqueto cleverly dull and make the recently taken photo look withered and farolder than it really was. And upon being informed that the woman in thepicture was in fact not the same raven haired Russian Coxville wife, they’dhave – perhaps – quaked with a start of shock, perplexion and disbelief. The resemblance far more than uncanny between the two women, identicaltwins who had – somehow – been separated by scores and decades time. Theresemblance so close that it rung as eerie, every curve and shape matchingso precisely to Anya’s own. There the photo sat, unseen and still keptsecret by the mother Cherninov’s will, and waiting to be collected from thehaphazard pile on the attic floor. And if one were to listen closely,their ears perked and patient in the ether while their eyes were settledunwaveringly on the photo, they’d likely – in due time – hear a voice fromsomewhere…else. Its pitch so faint it could have either been shoutedfrom some high plain on the outskirts of town, or whispered into the ear ofthe listener. An effeminate voice, one coated in an almost franticpleasure and tilting into the raw throes of lust – as it called out, thequiver carried in the words only conceivably being identified as a womanwhen in the apex of a thunderous orgasm;”Hail Damballah~!”- End

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