Note: This story takes place during Solomon's wandering years.
Solomon King looked across the creek at the remains of the shack he had
grown up in. He was surprised it was still standing, though it was more
of a lean-to now then house. Progress hadn't come to this part of
Mississippi. It looked exactly as it did back in the fifties, dirt
roads, trash and all. What had possessed him to come back here? His
mother was long dead, his father's identity unknown, brothers and
sisters scattered to the winds. There were no good memories from his
childhood except the joy he felt swimming in the creek. From here he had
gone to live with an abusive Aunt until he turned old enough to join the
Solomon had been wandering around listless now for several months. He
didn't know if the Gigamesh Project was chasing him since he had escaped
and burnt down their facility. This aimless apathy wasn't like him. He
was a natural born leader, a planner, a strategist. He needed a goal in
life, a purpose, but what?
He heard a truck coming along down the dirt road and turned sticking his
thumb out. It was a beat up, old, pick-up and Solomon could see three
men filling the front seat.
The truck stopped beside him and one man leaned out, "You need a ride
Solomon frowned, "Yeah, can I hop in back?" The three men were rednecks,
shaggy hair, unshaven, mustaches, etc.
"Youse is one big negro buck. Be worth a lot if the 'federacy had won."
Solomon stepped closer to the pick-up with every intention of yanking
the arrogant hick out of the truck and kicking his ass. He reached in
his fist gathering up the man's shirt and realizing that it was a white
robe. They were all wearing white robes. Hoods were in their laps. "Pa,
he's touching me. Get them filthy hands of your better boy."
An older man was driving. He threw open his door and climbed out. "Get
your hands off my boy...boy," said the older man. He appeared in his
late forties, had a big beer gut and sideburns covering large jowls. He
spit tobacco on the ground and glared at Solomon.
"What the fuck are you rednecks gonna do about it?"
"I don't care how big you are boy, you can't take us all on." The fat
old man was grinning like an idiot.
"I don't know Pa," said the younger one staring at Solomon's meaty fist
still bunching up his robe. "Look at his eyes, he looks like he's into
"Shuddup Jimbo. Joe Joe, why don't you make this negra buck show us
betters some respect."
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letting her know that he wanted to take her to dinner that evening. Needless to say, she
was happy, because things hadn't been going very well in their relationship lately and she
felt that he didn't act interested in her for the past couple of months.
She asked her boss if she could leave work early that day, and without explanation,
she was allowed to. Carrie wanted to buy a new outfit for the evening, so she drove to
the mall and went to her favorite store to pick out an outfit. Being that she mostly wore
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A mixture of pleasure and pain shot out from Rosie's crotch. She had
never felt anything like it. The man's prick must be a foot long. Her
pussy was juicing up quickly to accomodate it. She hadn't been this wet
in twenty years. "That feels so good. What's your name?"
"Call me King." Solomon startled her when he grabbed her nightgown and
ripped down exposing her breasts while Rosie was writhing in pleasure
impaled on his cock. He kept going until her entire nightgown was open
displaying a surprisingly nice body for such a mature woman.
"How appropriate a name. You're a manly man, aren't you King?"
"I'm the first real man you ever been with." He was lying down as he
said this, her legs wrapping around his waist. He mashed his lips
against hers as he began thrusting his hips.
"Oh my god, oh my god," she screamed breaking lip contact to gasp for
air. "Fuck me my King. Fuck me with that huge prick."
Solomon had found his rhythym. He was bucking his hips rapidly now
fucking her with his entire cock. The force of his thrusts pushed her
down into the bed, the springs bringing her back up into his rampant
cock. He was grunting as he fucked her hard, hands squeezing the sides
of her head, and kissing her occassionally. She seemed to cum every five
strokes or so. "Let me see you. Please, I need to see your face. It's
never been this good before." she begged.
Solomon was getting close. His cock was swollen as his orgasm
approached. It had been several days since he had cum last, which ment
it would be a lot. He waited till his cock was just about to explode
before grunting, "Then see me," as he flicked her mask off with his
Rosie waited with awe to see this incredible lover, her look turning to
horror when she saw his black face. "Nooo, not a ni...aaahhhh myyy
goddd." The black man's prick exploded in her pussy triggering the
biggest orgasm of her life. Her body betrayed her. Her pussy squeezed
his cock milking it for every last drop of what felt like a gallon of
sperm. Waves of pleasure were radiating out from her crotch. It wasn't
just one big orgasm, it was one long continuous orgasm. Rosie's eyes
rolled up in her head as she fainted from the pleasure.
Solomon withdrew figuring it was a good chance to get out of there. He
would of liked to of broken in her ass and mouth to black cock, but
there were two more sluts he wanted to meet tonight. He grabbed the
camera and left.
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two months when Jane announced she was pregnant and keeping the baby no
matter what. He knew it wasn't his and threw her out. Jimbo never
remarried, never fucked another woman, and found himself watching the
video of the black man and Jane at least once a week. At first it was to
remind him why he hated blacks and his wife so much, but as time passed
it started making him horny to watch it and he began watching other
interracial videos until some KKK buddies caught him in the video store
and beat the crap out of him.
Jane became the town slut, traveling the black section of town looking
for the handsome black man who knew how to fuck so good. It became known
that she would fuck any and all black men who asked. She fucked two at
once, three at once, five teenagers in an alley, but none had a dick the
size of the man who had hooked her on his foot long dong.
Having the reputation of a slut, got her treated like a slut by all her
lovers and she loved every minute of it, if deep down she knew she'd
never be truly satisfied again. After her chocolate colored baby
arrived, she moved to a bigger city in search of fresh meat.
James tried to keep his family together. He didn't divorce his wife. She
hadn't known who had snuck into her room after all and he hadn't
received a video to remind him of it. He didn't even tell his wife it
was a black man at first, just a thief. And deep down, he suspected his
wife had enjoyed getting fucked by a stranger. Judy became withdrawn for
awhile until it became evident that she was pregnant. James forced her
to marry her boyfriend in a quickie ceremony never thinking that the
black man had gotten to his sweet young daughter. The young couple tried
a lot, but Dan never lived up to his initial performance and nine months
to the day she lost her virginity, she found out why. Her dad disowned
her when he saw his black grandson and Dan walked out on her. Judy's hot
young body never recovered from the stress and the pregnancy. She
plumped up quickly starting on the long road towards looking like her
mother. She stayed with her brother Jimbo for a time where he broke down
and told her who the father was and showed her images on the tape with
his wife. Judy left Mississippi with the image of her baby's father
forever frozen in her mind, vowing some day to find him, marry him, and
carry more of his babies.
As for Solomon, he was just getting started with his adventures.