Out in the middle of nowhere, the three young women from the museum followed the directions that the Sheriff had given them. It took them along an old and bumpy dirt road. On the way, they passed a couple of farmsteads and barns and a beautiful creek that stretched by the road for a mile.

"You know, even if we don't find the painting, I think I should stop by at the Sheriff's station anyway, just to thank him again for the directions." Stacy gently tapped her pen against her lower lip, smiling to herself when she thought back to before when she had shaken his hand. How big and strong it felt. For a moment her mind wandered, and she imagined how amazing it would have felt if he had cupped her breasts with those strong hands.

Mmm… Stacy felt her nipples hardening just thinking about it.

“Oh, it was pretty obvious that you wanted to thank him back where we met him.” Genevieve, who was driving, had a knowing smile on her face as she quickly glanced over at her friend.

Emily nodded and giggled in the backseat.

“What? No… I…” Stacy sat up straight and adjusted her glasses, and for a moment, she pretended not to know what Genevieve was talking about. Though since she had become really good friends with Genevieve and Emily, her little bluff didn’t go on for very long.

“Well… I… didn't make a fool out of myself, did I? I have a tendency to do that when I’m around black men,” Stacy confessed.

“You do? We had no idea.” Both Genevieve and Emily chuckled, which also made Stacy giggle. She wasn’t unaware of her clumsiness when it came to black men.

Just last month when Stacy had greeted an African dignitary to the museum, she had introduced herself as a student of African cock, instead of African History. Though her friends had to admit that Stacy’s awkwardness often paid off as it had with the African dignitary. Since, just a short while after having met him, she had been down on her knees sucking his big black cock.

A bit further down along the dusty road the girls came across a man on a tractor. The man looked to be in his forties and wore an old white shirt underneath a worn denim bib overall with shoulder straps. The girls hadn’t seen a man who looked more like the old cartoons of the hardworking farmer.

When they came up behind him, he must have noticed them, since, in a true gesture of southern hospitality, he pulled his tractor over to let them pass.

“Excuse me, sir.” Genevieve pulled down the car window when she drove up alongside him.

“Yes, miss? Is there something I can help you girls with?” The man on the tractor, Jeb Hageman, turned off his tractor so he could hear them better.

Like his father, and his father before him, Jeb had been a farmer his entire life, all forty-two years of them. There was nothing he’d rather do than work the land, handle the animals and tend to the farm. Of course, it was hard work. He’d get up before dawn every day and work until the sun went down in the evenings. But for Jeb, it was all worth it.

The farm had even provided enough for Jeb and his wife Joanne, to send their only son Marshall, whom they were very proud of, to college. Like the good son that he was, he often sent them letters of how things were going. Real letters, since Jeb and Joanne were very old fashioned and didn’t see the point in all the new electronic devices, like computers and mobile phones. The latest thing they had was an old, round dumb television.

In their son's letters, he would tell them how things were in the big city and college. He had told them he was getting fairly good grades, between a 2.5 and 3.0 GPA, which Jeb and Joanne hadn't understood what it meant. Neither of them had been very good at school and had been rather glad when they finished high school, and could start working at their respective parent's farms.

Last spring they got a happy surprise in a letter from their son, where he told them that he had met a girl, Becky. Thrilled by their son's news, they had asked if he could send them a photograph of the two of them, which he had done, in the form of, one of those row of pictures that you take of yourselves in photobooths. The photos warmed their hearts as they could see how happy their son was, and Becky looked like such a sweet girl. Blonde hair, kind eyes, and a beautiful and warm smile. Joanne had even told Jeb that she could tell that Becky cared for their son.

In the same letter where they had received the photos, Marshall had also mentioned that he had gotten himself something he called "a facebook," where he posted pictures from time to time. The facebook, was, from what Jeb and Joanne had gathered, a place on one of those computers.

Excited with the prospect of seeing some more of their son, Jeb wrote down a few things from the letter, after which he and Joanne rode into the town’s library in their old pickup truck. There, Mildred Richards, the kind woman who had been the town’s librarian for the last forty years, helped them on one of the computers that the public could use...

“What a nice young man.” Mildred smiled when she saw Marshall’s profile picture on his facebook. He reminded her of her grandson Pete, whose wife Lisa had just given birth to a beautiful black baby boy.

“Unfortunately though, you might have to come back, since it could take a while for your son to accept the friend request I just sent,” Mildred told them, which didn’t make much sense to Jeb or Joanne.

“Oh, you might have misunderstood, he’s not our friend, he’s our son.” Joanne smiled thinking that it would solve what Mildred talked about.

"Well, it's not… you see…" Mildred smiled, she knew that there were quite some farmers and other families in the outskirts that didn't use computers. Before she had time to explain, however, the friend request she had sent was accepted.

“Oh, he’s already accepted our friend request… and we got another one from a Becky Henderson.” Mildred told them.

“Oh, that’s our son’s girlfriend.” Joanne got a proud smile on her face.

“Okay…” Mildred did a few things on the computer, after which she showed Jeb how to use the mouse to scroll down on the screen.

“You can now look at your son and Becky’s facebooks.” Mildred stood up and gave her chair to Jeb.

“Just let me know if there is anything else you need.” Mildred walked over to the front desk where a young man was checking out the book, A Cuck’s way to Pleasure a Woman by William Hawks. Mildred smiled to herself when she checked out the book. A book she knew her husband Alfred owned a copy off

“Oh look, Jeb, there’s our son.” Joanne lit up when she saw the first picture come up, which had been of Marshall and Becky outside a movie theater showing Super Blackman.

The next couple of pictures showed Becky in the arms of various young black men, kissing them passionately. In one of them, her shirt was off, and a handsome black guy was feeling and kissing her perky breasts.

Whilst Jeb scrolled down, one of the pictures started moving.

"Jeb, what did you do?" Joanne thought that her husband had done something wrong when he had moved the mouse over a picture with a triangle-shaped button on it.

“I didn’t do anything…” Jeb raised his hand away from the mouse, also a bit worried that he might have done something.

As the two watched the picture that had turned into a video, they saw Becky naked on her knees, in what looked to be their son’s dorm room, and she had her lips wrapped around a black man’s big cock. At the same time, they heard the man grunting, which straight away told Joanne that he was cumming in Becky’s mouth.

“Oh my.” Joanne’s eyes widened a little as her tongue instinctively slid between her lips. She could almost feel the amazing sensation of having a black man erupt in your mouth. The thick and heavy splashes of cum spewing out from the tip of his cock and filling your mouth.

Mmm… The sheer thought made her big nipples stiffen inside her partially open dress.

Jeb felt his penis stiffen when he glanced over at his wife and saw the beautiful sight of her big tits hanging down inside her dress. He could already see a black man's hands fondling her soft naturals.

As the video kept playing, Becky looked up at the black man with a grateful expression on her face, after which she stood up and walked towards the camera. For a quick second, the video was all over the place. It showed the floor, the ceiling, and a window. Suddenly, however, the video came to a standstill and a familiar face came into view, it was their son Marshall.

As Becky came into view, Jeb and Joanne watched her lean over towards their son and passionately kiss him. Since the camera seemed to be up close to them, they could see the cum leak out from the edge of their lips as they kissed.

“Oh, I can just tell that they are in love.” Feeling so happy for her son that he had found such a loving girl, Joanne leaned down and gave her husband a tender hug and kiss on his cheek. Though as she did, Jeb accidentally touched the mouse and clicked on something, which took them to Becky’s facebook.

The first picture on her facebook was of Marshall.

He was sitting leaned back in an office chair, with no clothes on. A dreamy smile painted across his face as his limp penis hung down between his thighs dripping cum.

Underneath the picture, Joanne read the endearing message Becky had typed.

“My cute boyfriend after watching me in bed with Darnell for a minute, smiley face.” Joanne’s heart was filled with joy for her son.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you that she was a sweet girl, Jeb.” Joanne gave her husband another sweet hug.

"You did." Jeb smiled. Though he hadn't exactly seen his face like that, he could imagine that he had a similar smile on his face when he saw Joanne in bed with a black man.

On the way out from the library, Joanne had asked Jeb if maybe they should get themselves on of those computers...

On the dirt road, Genevieve looked up at the kind-looking man on the tractor.

“Hopefully. We’re looking for a Curtis Roberson, do you happen to know where he lives?”

"Well you're in luck, I'm heading over to his place right now to pick up the old misses." There was a gleam in Jeb's eyes when he mentioned his wife like it was something he had been looking forward to.

“So, if you don’t mind following old reliable here...” He smiled and patted the tractor. “I can take you right to Mr. Curtis.” Even though Jeb knew Curtis very well, he always used the proper title of Mister in front of his name. Which he did with all black men.

Something he had learned from his old man…

“Nothing like a hard day of work, huh son?” Harlon looked over at Jeb, who had just turned sixteen.

“Nope, and I have to say Pah, it feels really good having helped Mr. Samuel with his harvest today.” Jeb had felt especially proud when Joanne had walked by with her father and she had seen him working in the black man’s field.

“It sure does.” There was no hiding the pride in Harlon’s smile when he looked over at Jeb. His son had become such a proper young man, and Harlon liked to think that he had a lot to do with it.

Earlier when the hard-working Samuel had asked them and the rest of the men nearby for help with his harvest, they had of course been more than happy to help.

The women had of course done their part as well, bringing over freshly baked buns and refreshing lemonade for Samuel and the men...

Alison Buckley for one had made her delicious lemon bar cookies, and like the rest of the women, she let the shoulder straps of her dress fall to the sides, exposing her milk-filled breasts. Being five months pregnant, there was almost always a drop of milk ready to drip down from one of her nipples.

“A freshly baked lemon bar?” Mr. Samuel, Alison smiled and held up the warm plate of cookies.

“Don’t mind if I do, Mrs. Buckley.” Samuel took a bite of the young woman’s cookie, whilst his eyes rested on her magnificently pointy breasts and the drop of milk slowly oozing out from her left nipple. Her belly had grown quite a bit since she and Carson Buckley got married five months ago. Which, of course, was expected after Carson invited the Dobbs brothers to spend the wedding night with Alison. A few days later, Carson had made his way over to Samuel, and during some casual conversation, he had apologized for not having invited him to spend the special night with Alison. A conversation he had with the other black men who lived nearby as well. Samuel had, of course, told him that he hadn’t minded, he couldn’t possibly invite all the black men.

“Mm, that’s one tasty cookie.” Samuel looked at the beautiful girl and smiled.

"Though, I could use some milk with it," Samuel said as Alison lightly bit her lower lip in excitement whilst she arched her chest up, knowing what Samuel wanted.

With his huge black cock throbbing in his trousers, Samuel leaned down and the moment he placed his strong working hand on her pale breasts, a thin stream of milk squirted out and splashed his face.

“Mm.” Samuel loved it as he wrapped his lips around a big chunk of her pale breast and sucked her hard. He could feel the milk squirt into his mouth.

“Ohh.” Alison closed her eyes and let out a sweet moan filled with pleasure and relief. Relief, since sometimes the milk built up and she had to squirt some out, but that sure wasn’t the case now when Samuel was sucking her tits with such energy.

A few rows of corn stalks away, the twenty-one-year-old Carson was panting after having spurted his small load in his worn trousers. His small penis had already stiffened when he saw his angelic wife, with all of her pregnant beauty, walk over to Samuel, showing him her naked breasts. The moment that Samuel had leaned down and sucked her breasts, Carson had spurted in his pants...

On the dirt road home, Jeb looked up at his father in a bit of an awkward way.

“Ehm, pah… how did you… um… court mom?”

Harlon looked over at his son whom he knew was becoming a man.

“Does this… have something to do with a certain… girl a few farms over.” Harlon had seen the way his boy looked at Lanford girl, Joanna whenever she was around.

“Oh… Ehm...” Jeb went a bit red when his father mentioned a girl. Even more so when it appeared that he even knew who it was.

“Yes…” Jeb felt a bit embarrassed at first, but he also really wanted his father’s help.

“Well, son, the first thing, and the most important thing. Does she look at you the same way as you look at her?”

At first, Jeb didn't know what his father meant, but then he remembered that time a few weeks ago when he and Joanne had been alone by the lake. The two of them hadn't said anything, they had just sat there quietly next to each other. Now and again they had looked over at each other, and their eyes had met. Once their hands even nudged against each other, which was one of the most amazing feelings Jeb had ever felt.

After they had sat there for a while, from behind them, a boy called out for Joanne. Jeb had looked over and had seen Tucker standing there waving at Joanne. The black boy was a year older than the two of them.

“Oh, well… I have to go.” Joanne had looked at Jeb as she stood up and walked up towards Tucker. After a few more steps she turned around.

“Bye Jeb.” Her beautiful smile made Jeb’s eyes widen.

“B… bye.” By the time Jeb had managed to mumble something, Joanne had already walked over to Tucker and the two were kissing passionately.

Having watched the two kiss for a bit before they disappeared behind some bushes, Jeb had a hard time walking straight since his small penis pushed hard against his trousers. Though the thing he heard when he walked by the bushes on his way home, had been something that had stayed with him all this time. Something that he had thought back to when he laid in bed alone at night, stroking his meager erection. The thing he had heard had been Joanne’s sweet moans.

“I think so Pah,” Having thought back to the moment by the lake, and the way Joanne had looked at him, Jeb answered his father.

“I’m glad, son,” Harlon smiled at his son’s fortune.

"As I said, that is the most important thing, though a proper man, which I know that you are, also asks the girl's father if it is okay with him that you see his daughter. Which can be a bit hard on the nerves, I know I felt nervous when I asked your grandfather if I could see your mother." Harlon thought back to the day he had asked Earl if he could see his daughter. Earl had been pretending to rake some hay next to the house, but what he was doing was peeking inside the window where his wife was on her back and a big black man was between her legs, pounding her hard.

"Oh right." Jeb got a bit nervous just thinking about asking Joanne's father. But for a chance to see Joanne, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do.

As the two were finally home after a long day of work, they came around the corner of the simple wooden house, where they came across some voices.

“Mm, I do hope you come by and visit me again soon, Cletus.” Harlon heard his sweet wife Harriet say, followed by some kissing smacks. There in the doorway, Harriet stood naked, her arms wrapped around his neck whilst intensely kissing the hulking black man, who in turn had a firm grip of her chunky butt cheeks with both his hands.

“Well Ms. Harriet, I will be working at the Clifton farm for the week, so I should be able to come by every day this week.” Cletus leaned in and tongue kissed the lovely woman again.

"Oh, I can't wait, and my big…" Harriet leaned in a whispered the next naughty word to Cletus. Which she later told Harlon had been "butt", since Cletus had plunged his thick black cock into her tight butthole, which had felt incredible.

As Cletus was about to leave, Harriet saw her husband and her son.

“Oh, hello dear, I didn’t hear you come home. She looked at Harlon as Cletus turned.

“Hello sweetheart, hello Mr. Cletus. Harlon paused for a quick moment at the sight of his wife’s beautiful naked body. He could also discern the familiar glow of her sweat, which made her look even more stunning. Harriet tended to sweat quite a bit when she was in bed with a black man.

“I hope my boy and I didn’t disturb anything.” Harlon looked over at Cletus.

“No, it’s fine Mr. Hageman, I was just heading back to the Cliftons. It’s quite busy over there.” Cletus gave Harlon a friendly nod.

“Oh, well if Mr. Clifton needs some more hands, my boy and I would be more than happy to help out.” Harlon offered their help as Jeb nodded.

Harriet felt so proud, hearing her husband and son offer to help on the black man's ranch.

“I’ll be sure and ask, but I better be off now. See you tomorrow Ms. Harriet.” Cletus looked at the shapely woman and felt his thick cock stiffen in his pants.

“I’ll be waiting.” Harriet smiled lustfully as the handsome black man walked off.

"And how's the day been for my two little men," Harriet asked whilst she gave her husband a sweet kiss on the mouth.

Harlon penis was already stiff after seeing his wife kissing Cletus, and even though he was starving, the thought of eating his wife’s pussy felt a lot more pressing.

"Jeb, would you get started with dinner, whilst I go and… talk to your mother?" Harlon told his son whilst he took Harriet's hand and proceeding into their bedroom, accompanied by Harriet's joyful giggle.

“Sure pah.” Jeb walked over to the stove and lit the small fire.

Since the door to his parent’s bedroom didn’t close right, he could see them inside. His mother had laid back on the bed and his father had buried his face between her legs. Standing by the stove, Jeb wondered what it would be like to kiss Joanna like that. Probably amazing was his conclusion as he spurted his small load into his trousers thinking of Joanna…

“No, we don’t mind. And thank you for showing us the way.” Genevieve told the kind man on the tractor.

“No problem miss, and the name’s Jeb Hageman by the way.” Jeb introduced himself.

“I’m Genevieve, this is Stacy…” Stacy moved over a bit so she could say hello through the driver’s window.

“And this is Emily.” Emily had rolled down the back window and said hi. Having grown up on a farm herself back in England, Jeb reminded Emily of her father.

Having driven for a short while, Jeb pulled his tractor into a smaller dirt road with trees on both sides of it. At the end of the road, he parked the tractor next to a small wooden house that sat peacefully next to a beautiful lake.

“Wow.” The girls had to take a moment when they looked out at the reflecting and crystal clear water. It was made even more stunning by the sun’s rays, making the lake sparkle brilliantly.

“This is Mr. Curtis’s home,” Jeb stepped down from the tractor and told the girls once they had gotten out from the car.

“He’s not always keen on folks showing up on his doorstep unannounced, so If you don’t mind waiting here for a moment, I’ll go see if I can find him,” Jeb told them. Afterward, without thinking much about it, he began to slide his shoulder straps down his arms and unbutton the few buttons that held his overall up. Though just as he stepped out of his overalls, and heard the girls giggle when they saw his small penis, it occurred to Jeb that they might be wondering why he was taking his clothes off.

“Oh, sorry…” Jeb was met with the familiar look of amusement from the girls when they glanced down at his penis, and at the same time, they were trying to hold back a chuckle.

"I should have mentioned that, well, Mr. Curtis doesn't like to wear clothes. I guess you could call him, a naturist. And it's kind of an unwritten rule in these parts, that when you go and see Mr. Curtis, you follow his ways." Jeb told them as he took his shirt off, and placed his clothes up on the tractor, behind the seat where he also had his wife Joanne's dress in a backpack. Joanne had of course gotten undressed when Jeb dropped her off earlier.

“Well, I’ll go and see if I can find him.” Now being completely naked, his penis barely hanging down past his balls, Jeb turned and walked over towards the front of the house.

“Okay, we’ll wait right here,” Genevieve said as Jeb walked around the corner of the house.

“Ehm, should we take our clothes off as well?” Emily looked over at Genevieve and Stacy.

"We probably should. I mean, we did show up unannounced, and I don't want to offend Mr. Roberson." Stacy told her friends who both thought the same thing, and wished that they would have had some way of contacting Mr. Roberson beforehand. The last thing any of them wanted to do was to offend a black man.

After the three of them nodded in agreement, Stacy pulled her top over her head, revealing her small perky breasts. Having put her top in the car, she unbuttoned her jeans skirt and slid it down her long slender legs. She had always been skinny. In her youth, she had to remember to eat since most of the time she was buried in history books, eager to learn. And in her adult life, her work and the museum and her research also kept her so busy, that she didn't have time to put on any weight.

Emily, however, having grown up on a farm had no problem eating. Though any weight she put on seemed to always go to the same place on her body, her hips, and butt. Which became quite evident when she slipped out of her dress and her wide hips and huge ass came into view. A voluptuous aspect that she was not only proud of, but that had also made her rather popular amongst black men. So much so, that she could count the days, when she hadn’t enjoyed the orgasmic pleasure of a handsome black man plunging his big cock into her ass, on one hand.

Emily also had quite a following on Instagram where she posted pictures of herself and her impressive booty in various stages of undress. Though her most viewed posts were, of course, the short videos she had taken of herself having anal sex with various hot black guys. Last year one of her videos even went viral and broke a million views. It was a video she had taken back in England on her parents’ farm. She and her mother, Ethel had been in bed, on all fours, side by side whilst two big black men were on top of them slamming their thick cock into their tight buttholes. In the video, it became quite clear from whom Emily had inherited her huge ass since Ethel’s behind was possibly even bigger than Emily’s.

Over on the other side of the car, Genevieve had just put her blouse and bra in the backseat and bent over to slip out of her khaki shorts. Being leaned over like that, sliding her shorts down passed her bent knee, her firm and otherwise, gravity-defying C-cups hung down, with her perky nipples pointing straight down at the dirt-covered ground.

As she stood up and put her shorts in the backseat, Genevieve's lips formed a small smile. The thought of being naked whilst meeting Mr. Roberson for the first time sent a warm feeling of excitement rushing through her body. It was the same heavenly sensation she had experienced on Corsica when her boyfriend Jules had surprised her with a weekend trip. Genevieve had spent the entire weekend in the nude, and in the arms of so many wonderful black men.

Jules had told her that he had known instantly where to go when he had seen the poster and slogan for Corsica at the travel agency.

The poster had shown two naked and muscular black men, surrounded by four cheerful and equally nude women of different ethnicities. Two of the women had pressed their breasts up against the men's arms, whilst they leaned up and kissed their cheeks. The other two women sat on their knees on each side of the men. Both embraced their outer legs, whilst staring passionately at the black men's huge cocks that hung down to their knees.

The slogan on the Corsican poster had been: Ç'est Naturel, which translated from French, meant: It’s Natural.

With thoughts of the trip and her boyfriend, Genevieve just had to pick up her phone and flick to that one particular selfie she had taken in Corsica and posted on Facebook. The picture showed Genevieve with cum on her face with her arms around two sexy black men. But what made the photo even more special was that she had managed to catch her boyfriend Jules climaxing in the background, and he had the funniest look on his face.

Aww… She smiled to herself when she saw the cute look on Jules' face. Though she quickly followed up with a small giggle when she read the teasing comment Jules’ sister Daphne had posted to her brother.

"There goes Mr. Dingo again, smiley face." (Dingo was the french name for Goofy).

Over on the front porch of the house, Jeb gently knocked on the front door.

"Mr. Curtis, It's Jeb, are you home?" Jeb, of course, wanted him to hear that he was knocking, but at the same time, he didn't want to disturb him in case he was in bed with Joanna. Which was a thought that instantly made his small penis stand up, and filled his mind with images of his beautiful wife in bed with the big black man. Jeb could even hear her orgasmic moans in his head.

Over by the car, the girls' attention was drawn towards the lake where they saw a slender, yet curvaceous woman jog up from the lake. The woman, who was wet from head to toe, had a very joyful personality which was evident from her cheerful smile and light laughter. On her jog up the grass, her big floppy breasts lightly bounced up and down and hung down perfectly as she bent over and picked up her towel.

Though within a second the girls' attention were focused on the rather robust black man that followed the upbeat woman. His big round belly gently pushed against the woman’s back when he came up to her, and cupped her soft breasts with his big manly hands.

In the same manner, as the woman who had her breasts fondled by the big man, the girls let out a soft moan, wishing it was them over there.

Jeb had also been drawn by the familiar and joyful laughter of his wife. Turning around and stepping down from the porch, he saw Joanne and Curtis down by the lake. Curtis was behind her, fondling her wondrous breasts whilst they kissed. Not wanting to disturb them when they were in such a lustful embrace, Jeb remained by the porch. His small penis now stood straight out, dripping precum when he saw Curtis run his hand down Joanne's soft belly, passed the small bit of fuzzy hair until he reached her pussy, where he slid his fingers between her slit.

"Ohh!" Emily, who had imagined herself in the woman's place felt Mr. Roberson's fingers against her pussy and let out a huge moan.

Stacy and Genevieve turned to their friend and giggled when they saw Emily with one hand on her breast and the other between her thighs, slowly rubbing herself.

“Oh.” Suddenly Emily heard her friends giggling and blushed when she realized that she had been so aroused that she had been touching herself.

Emily’s somewhat loud moan had also caught Joanne and Curtis’s attention. Not exactly knowing where it came from they looked over at the house and saw Jeb standing there.

“Oh, hi Jeb.” Joanne waved to her sweet husband, who she figured had just spurted his little load and moaned. Though at the same time it was rather unlike him since whenever he watched her in bed with a handsome black man, he would always be so quiet, even when he came. A thought that made Joanne smile. Her husband had always been so considerate and polite. Sometimes, however, when she was with a black man she kind of wished that Jeb would let out a small grunt, so she could glance over and watch him spurt. Though when she had thought further, she probably wouldn’t hear him, since she was rather loud when a black man was on top of her.

Having given Curtis one more passionate kiss, Joanne leaned over and picked up her towel.

Curtis nodded to himself when he saw Joanne’s breasts hang down when she bent over. He simply loved curvaceous and natural women.

Just as Joanne was about to jog over to Jeb, Curtis slapped her chunky butt. The way her soft buttocks rippled made him think of before when she had been on her belly and he had been on top of her, with his thick black cock plunged deep inside her pussy.

“Oh.” Joanne gasped playfully and turned around and gave Curtis a joyous smile.

Jogging over, Joanne didn’t cover herself up, instead, she held her towel to her side. She knew how much her hardworking husband loved her naked body, and wanted to give him a little show.

Wow… Jeb was completely enthralled by the sight of his beautiful wife jogging towards him. The way her loving smile made him feel like he was on a cloud, the way her full breasts jiggled with each step. He couldn't even begin to describe how lovely she was.

“Hi, Jeb.” Joanne leaned over and gave her husband a sweet peck on his cheek.

“Hi, Joanne.” It was almost as if Jeb was a teenager again and saw Joanne for the first time.

“Was it a nice spurt?” Joanne whispered having heard her husband’s moan. Though as she glanced down at his naked penis, it still kind looked hardish.

“Ehm… I didn’t.” For once, Jeb felt a bit bad, though still very hard and very close to climaxing, he hadn’t been the one who had moaned.

“Oh, I thought you… you know… moaned.” Joanne was a bit surprised, but at the same time, she got a small smirk on her face. She knew what she would be doing on the way home.

“Oh. Ehm, no, I think it might have been one of the…” Jeb didn’t want to be impolite and out the girls, but he kind of had to let his wife and Curtis know that they were here.

“Oh,” Joanne looked over and now saw the three young women, who had been somewhat obscured by Jeb’s tractor.

“Hey, Jeb.” By now Curtis had made is way over and reached over with his hand.

“Hi, Mr. Curtis.” Jeb humbly shook the big-bellied black man’s hand. As he did, he caught a glimpse of Curtis’s “thicker than a beer can” size cock and gulped. Jeb had always been amazed whenever he had seen Joanne take his bulbous cockhead between her sweet lips. Her sucking on that thick head, which was also the absolute most that she could fit in her mouth, was truly a sight to behold. A sight that always made Jeb spurt within seconds.

With Joanne standing next to Curtis, in front of her husband, her gaze fell upon the two men's crotches. There was such a stark difference between their manhoods. Whilst one was small and limp, the other one was huge, thick and powerful. Joanne had to let out a small sight just looking down at them. Sometimes she had the pleasure of experiencing the two at the same time.

Just last week, when she had been pleasuring Curtis's mighty organ with her mouth whilst her husband attentively watched, Curtis had motioned Jeb to come over. When he had made his way over, being the polite man that her husband was, he had, of course, asked if there was something that Curtis wanted him to get for him. Instead, Curtis had told Joanne that she could please her husband as well. Having given Curtis a thankful smile, Joanne kept slurping on his amazingly thick black cock, whilst at the same time she reached up and grabbed her husband's penis.

Joanne loved the contrast between Curtis's stiff and throbbing cock and Jeb's half-soft penis. Her husband's penis easily disappeared between her fingers when she stroked it, with only the head appearing at times. In her other hand, she had the incredible girth of Curtis's black cock. A thickness her fingers had no way of reaching around. Whilst stroking her husband and licking the huge amount of precum oozing from the tip of Curtis's cock, Joanne was given another nod by Curtis.

With a joyful smile on her face, Joanne gave him an appreciative glance as she turned to Jeb with an equally cheerful smile up and took his limp penis into her mouth. She loved how easily she could engulf his entire length. And using a very soft and light oral technique with her lips, that she had read about in Molly Magazine, Joanne was able to give her husband a blowjob without him spurting within seconds. As she used the tender method on his penis, she glanced up and saw how Jeb tried his best to compose himself whilst he gave Curtis a grateful nod.

Joanne felt such love for her husband, knowing that he was such a proper man. Though even with the tender method, it didn't take long for Jeb to climax and spurt his meager load into Joanne's mouth. After a few grunts and a couple of heavy breaths, Jeb sank onto his knees in front of his wife. Still breathing heavy he eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

With her mouth closed, Joanne first glanced up at Curtis and gave him a small apologetic look for having to let go of his stiff cock. Afterward, she turned to Jeb and with one hand on the back of his head and the other one on his jaw, she lovingly made sure that he was still. With beaming eyes, she slowly parted her lips and little by little her husband's cum flowed from her mouth onto his tongue.

Jeb patiently held his tongue out until Joanne had spilled every last drop of his semen into his mouth. And seeing her loving smile he closed his mouth and swallowed his cum. After a soft peck on her husband's cheek, Joanne turned her attention back to Curtis. It just wouldn't have been proper for her to swallow her husband's cum when a black man was present, especially since she hadn't eaten his big load yet...

"Jeb, if you have the time tomorrow, would you mind swinging by and helping me with the barn doors. I need to replace some boards." Curtis didn't need to finish the sentence before Jeb nodded.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Curtis. It will be my pleasure." Jeb, of course, jumped at the chance to help Curtis. For a handyman like Jeb, there was no greater compliment, that he could receive than when a black man asked for his help.

When Joanne saw the excitement in her husband’s eyes for the opportunity to help Curtis, she was filled with such joy for him. It was such a big deal whenever a black man asked a man like her husband for his help. Which was evident by how grateful her husband looked.

“Well, if you two are going to be working hard outside, maybe I could treat the two of you to one of my delicious cream pies?” Joanne smiled at the chance to bake for Curtis and her husband.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind one of those.” Curtis smiled.

“Ehm…” Jeb couldn’t help but glance down at Joanne’s nether regions.

“Now now Jeb, that’s not the kind of cream pie I had in mind.” Joanne smiled. She could tell by the way her husband was looking down at her pussy, that he had another type of cream pie in mind.

“Oh, ehm.” Jeb felt a bit embarrassed as both Joanne and Curtis smiled.

“Well, maybe we could give him one of those as well.” Curtis leaned over and gave Joanne a passionate kiss whilst caressing her soft breasts.

“Uh uhh uhh.” A single spurt of cum shot out from Jeb’s penis, landing just in front of his feet, followed by some panting and a few beads of cum dripping down from the tip. What he had just heard and seen had just been too much for him to handle.

“Mmm… hehe.” While kissing Curtis, Joanne glanced over at her husband with one eye and giggled to herself.

“Oh… I.” Jeb felt a bit embarrassed and that he should probably apologize that his small spurt could have splashed against Curtis’s foot.

“Oh, I see that you have some visitors Curtis.” Joanne could tell that her husband was a tad flustered, so she turned their attention to the three young women over by the tractor.

"I do?" The fifty-year-old Curtis turned and noticed three young and very lovely looking women standing by the side of his house, near Jeb's tractor. As he didn't recognize any of them, and since he hadn't expected anyone other than Joanne and of course Jeb, to come by today, he was a bit perplexed.

Now, usually, Doris Hinger and her husband Lars would swing by in the evening. Lars, being the head chef at the Little Bee restaurant, would be out in the kitchen cooking up something amazing, whilst Curtis and Doris were in the bedroom. Which Curtis thanked the heavens for since Doris was quite the insatiable woman. Today, however, there was a wedding celebration between local country singer Henry Thomas and his girlfriend of five years, Pauline Wilton, at the Little Bee, so Lars and Doris had called to apologize for not being able to make it.

"Oh, right, they asked…" Jeb who had been much too focused on Joanne hadn't noticed that the girls who had asked for directions, had taken their clothes off.

“Ehm, they asked me for directions here.” Jeb gulped when he saw their naked bodies.

Joanne smiled at her husband's awkward little glance. Which also made her laugh a little to herself, when it occurred to her, that she probably had the same look on her face when she saw a naked black man.

“Well, I should probably go and see what they want.” Curtis leaned over and gave Joanne another kiss.

"Mmm." Joanne returned Curtis's kiss. At the same time, she could tell that it was Curtis's polite way of saying bye.

"Well, thank you for another wonderful afternoon, Curtis." It was always with a bit of reluctance that she said goodbye to the big handsome black man.

“It’s always a pleasure Joanne.” Curtis admired the beautiful and shapely woman in front of him. If he hadn’t had guests, he wouldn’t have minded spending some more time with the lovely woman.

"Ehm, may I give you... " Joanne made sure that Curtis saw her glance down at his girthy black cock. Which must have grown a couple of inches since he noticed the girls since it looked so big.

"...kiss goodbye?" Joanne lustfully looked up at Curtis.

"Of course." Curtis smiled at her while he watched her lower herself down between his legs.

Mmm… Joanne just had to take a second to appreciate the amazing and impressive sight that was Curtis’s cock. Her longing breath fell upon its huge head and dissipated along its broad and lengthy shaft. With a single thought of how massive and orgasm-inducing it felt inside of her, her pussy moistened. Accompanying another lusting breath her eyes wandered to his huge ballsack, which she firsthand knew to be filled with so much delicious cum. Even now, hours after swallowing one of his huge loads, she could still feel how his warm semen filled her mouth up. Cum that she would savor and run her tongue through before swallowing.

“Mmm.” Joanne leaned in and pressed her lips against the tip of Curtis’s cock and kissed it. When she did she was met by the sweet taste of his precum.

Over by their car, the girls all looked on with such desire, albeit with a hint of regret as well, since none of them had thought of saying goodbye to a black man like that. And looking at Jeb’s wife, it looked so natural, like that was just how you said goodbye to a black man.

“Thank you.” Joanne smile as she looked up at Curtis before standing up.

Jeb, who stood behind his wife, was in awe of how beautiful she had looked when she had kissed Curtis’s black cock. He had always felt that, whenever they said goodbye to him, that he should also thank Curtis for giving Joanne so much pleasure. He just wasn’t sure if it would be too awkward or not. However, he did remember reading in an issue of Cuck Magazine, that men shouldn’t be afraid to thank black men after they had slept with their wife or girlfriend.

With a deep breath, after having made sure that Joanne and Curtis had said goodbye, Jeb decided that today was the day.

“Ehm… Mr. Curtis, thank you for being with Joanne.” Jeb looked down a little awkwardly when he said it. He wasn’t sure if he should have looked at Curtis or not.

“Oh, you know it’s my pleasure to be with this fine woman of yours Jeb.” Curtis smiled appreciatively. He had always found the man’s gesture of thanking him for being with his woman to be a fine one.

Joanne found herself filled with pride being married to such a considerate man. Jeb had always been such a sweet and proper man, which are two of the reasons why she fell in love with him. And this polite gesture he had just made to Curtis, somehow made her love him even more if that was even possible.

“Thank you.” Jeb felt so glad that he had finally mustered up the courage to thank Curtis. At the same time, he regretted not having done it before. From now on, however, he would thank every black man that bedded Joanne.

On their way to the tractor, Jeb and Joanne waved goodbye to Curtis once more.

“Someone is getting lucky when we get home.” Joanne leaned in and joyfully whispered to her husband.

“Oh.” Jeb was filled with excitement when he looked over at Joanne. There he was met by a loving smile, sparkling eyes and a beauty that, in Jeb’s eyes, was unsurpassable. The fact that she was still undressed, and that he could see her glorious nude body, also made his small penis twitch. A beauty that was heightened by the fact that she was still undressed and that he could see her glorious nude body.

Wanting to give her husband a bit of show, Joanne stepped up onto the tractor first, to get her dress from the backpack behind the seat. Midway up, she paused, knowing that Jeb would get an eyeful of her big ass.

Jeb gulped when he glanced up at her big juicy butt. If they would have been home, he would have loved to have buried his face between her cheeks and eaten her pussy and ass.

Glancing back around, Joanne saw her husband standing there mesmerized by her behind. With a smile on her face, she leaned forward a bit more, arching her butt up, even more, giving Jeb an even lovelier view.

Wow… Jeb gasped at the sight of how amazing her full and round ass looked. And with a small glimpse of her pussy, his penis started to rise.

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To be continued...