Free Use Cabin

Author's note: This story takes place during "The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 07"

(C) 2025

"Aw shit man; aw come on man." The woods were so dense, Randy Brown could barely see five feet in front of himself.

He had been running nonstop for the last twenty or more minutes blindly. Randy hopped a fence near the property he'd been working on after being chased off by an enraged boyfriend intent on probably beating him to death and much more. This was some big, jacked up looking dude, an athlete like himself who kind of favored Kevin Garnett facially. Randy figured the guy wasn't a townie, so he cut into the dense woods bordering the area.

It wasn't until the underbrush got too dense that Randy knew how much trouble he was in. The trees and bushes were especially thick, making it hard to see anything but a few feet ahead. Everything suddenly came rushing in as Randy realized where he was in immediate hindsight. He was in the middle of the "Down Bad" a patch of woods rumored to be haunted full of "haints" demons, and unsavory things that go bump in the night.

Randy usually laughed it off when the subject came up in polite conversation.

Now a forced serendipity brought with it the memory of going into these woods back in the day when they lived closer, parents buried in abject poverty. Randy and a thong of cousins and friends had ventured into these woods on a dare from some local girl. He remembered it like it was yesterday with all his cousins and some friends gathered for a birthday party slapped together by his mother and some aunties and older cousins.

Randy remembered it clear as day, feeling the joy that came with those memories of having all his cousins and friends there at the same time. He couldn't remember whose birthday it was, but it was a grand family get together, an extended backyard party. Everybody was happy and playing, running off down the blacktop making a raucous display of themselves grouped up together. Randy barely avoided a low hanging gnarled branch, instead using it for leverage to catch his breath, huffing and gasping.

"Damn, that nigga wanted to split my wig, for real." He thought out loud looking back over his shoulder finding nothing but thickened dense overgrowth.

That memory lingered in his head, finding his group of friends and family overrunning the park which was barely more than an island cul-de-sac bordered on each side by foot and a half deep ditches and blacktop roads. The girl was some local dressed disheveled and dirty looking but fetching although he couldn't remember her face. There was this odd buzzing white snow in his head when it came to this girl, but she was certainly attractive. All his male cousins were shooting their shot, not exactly getting shot down. The guys started to crowd her when she dashed off into these same woods, daring them to follow.

Half of them followed without hesitation while the rest lingered, some being shouted down by the girls present. The rest ran into those woods, despite the threats of "telling" most likely just to spite the girls. It didn't take five minutes before everybody was lost, not even finding the boys that ran in first. Luckily an uncle appeared rifle in hand with a few of his hunting dogs in tow.

Everybody was dressed down in syrupy southern fashion and promptly marched out of those woods where the parents were waiting belts and ironing cords in hand. The other boys were already lined up along a wooden fence having their hides tanned by several of the mothers, aunts and sisters. Some of the smaller girls joined in with switches of their own. Just like that, the happy party became something else. A butt whipping party in the extreme followed a stern lecture on local history from grandma.

"Aw man, it's getting a little..." Randy peered up towards the afternoon sun finding the overhead greenery partially blotting it out in thick tree branches, vines and brush.

This had a unique effect visually sending shards off light through the sparse open bits of foliage. The effect approximated these sporadic pillars of light that served to keep Randy from getting too panicked. His thoughts lingered remembering the tragic aftermath of that party after most of the people had gone home for the night. A few remained sleeping over that laughing, joking and playing videogames into the night.

Then the fire happened...

It came out of nowhere quickly engulfing half of the trailer in a burst of what some said looked like greenish, reddish flame and acrid billowing smoke that almost seemed to be coming from underneath the trailer. One of his cousins passed away while the other, one of the girls was horribly burned. Randy and his family were displaced, eventually landing in a group home for a year and a half until his mother's side of the family found lodgings in the dilapidated trailer, they still called home in the present day.

"Floreen..." He recalled his friend who was pretty with copperish hair and light eyes that stayed with you after she was gone. She was a tomboy more or less, never seen again after the night of the fire.

The memory was strong at that moment leaving the promising young athlete still almost feeling the tragedy of it anew.

"Huh?" Randy's ears pricked up at the sound of some leaves and sticks crunched underfoot.

He almost called out, but stifled himself worried the guy was still pursuing him after catching him with the once in a lifetime beauty, that was that man's pregnant girlfriend. Randy wondered if she was a baby mamma or a wife; although she said nothing of the actual connection not even referring to his pursuer. She admitted as much without the verbal by gifting Randy the expensive golden sneakers presently on his big feet. Her name was Renee, so beautiful that he was left at a loss for words just looking at her face.

A true bucket list moment in his life marred the moment she opened her mouth revealing a nigh-entitled "boss bitch" of the highest order. Her perfectly balanced features, slanted lime-colored eyes and pale skin made the woman a living porcelain doll of sorts. That angry sounding voice left no doubt the surly beauty was black although most would think her Asian initially at a glance. Randy scoffed thinking about the pregnant woman's allure.

Renee's big baby bump took nothing away from her allure and oppressive demeanor was staggering for the eighteen-year-old. Her condition diminished nothing as shown by his poor performance when she herself crystal clear that she was going to cheat on her baby daddy no matter what he thought about things. Randy felt a twinge of embarrassment at his performance of lack thereof when presented with what should have been a banner moment in his life. In short, he came buckets at the slightest touch from this woman.

Three times, buckets...

Just from the sight of her and the slightest touch of her fingers. She'd just exposed one of her large sloping breasts, plump bulging nipple begging to be sucked. Renee was less than understanding sending him outside the cabin to be "tuned up" by her presumed older cousin, Honey. Randy didn't know if they were sisters or what, but this woman lived up to her name taking him like a seasoned professional and then some. It was scintillating.

"... huh, what?" There was no mistaking the crunching of dry leaves and sticks underfoot some feet away. Someone was approaching obscured through the dense brush and foliage.

Randy hesitated for a moment looking towards the sound, then bolted without thought top speed away from it. He didn't want to hazard a possible donnybrook with Renee's enraged baby daddy in what would amount to an enclosed space. Normally Randy would have throngs of relatives around to provide cover and allow him a more than fair advantage. He didn't mind using his fists, but didn't want to lose to anybody.

"... aw shit, FUCK!!" A wrong step took him into a forward tumble down an incline hidden away under copious amounts of leaves and random bits of trash. The tip of his expensive pilfered sneakers caught under a tree root taking Randy head over heels into some thick bushes. The thin branches on these bushes were covered in green and purple berries.

"AWK-SHEET!! Aw man, damn it to heck!!" Those thin branches felt like a thousand tiny little fingernails or claws scratching up his back and anywhere else exposed. Randy carefully knelt upright about to stand but forgot his foot still under that tree root. The tall slender athlete went over like a ton of bricks for the second time in a row, looking up at the tree obscured sky. His pursuer's shadow draped him in muted darkness. Randy gulped.

"... oh, it's you."

"I'm flattered, Randy."

"Honey."

"You "DO" know my name after all; maybe I really should be flattered, huh?"

"It's not like that, uhm I mean... Hey, how'd you get out here so fast?!! I left that big ass nig-uhm, brother back there at that cabin and shit; you were uh, behind him."

Randy's gaze dipped low finding her bare feet then gradually rose up taking in her shapely calves and thick voluptuous thighs resting on a puffy well-defined camel toe hidden behind some black skintight briefs that he recognized from earlier. Randy had defiled them with his semen after a botched outdoor massage on a patchwork quilt.

"Want me to pull'em to the side so that you can look up into my Yee haw, Randy boy?"

"HUH?!!" His gaze shot up further getting an unintended additional thrill with a view of the undersides of her breasts, bulging from the underside of the makeshift crop top covering her bust. The top was ridiculously tight to her bust mashing it down with her nips visibly poking the cheap frayed cotton material.

"Geez, maybe you want me to pull out my fucking titties instead, huh Randy boy? I mean, which do you prefer?"

"Uhm, I..."

Honey started laughing cupping a hand over her mouth using her other to point at the tent in his shorts. Randy was on all fours starting to get up, but she planted her bare foot on the back of his noggin, lightly pushing his face into the grass and leaves in the gentlest of curb stomps.

"Naw, buddy; I think you should stay right where you are after bruising my ego when you should've been getting your big ole pecker out and jerking it to me the minute you saw my spotted face." Honey let her foot remain on the back of his head, more ceremonial than any real aggression.

"MA'AM?!!"

"Boy, don't you dare move a muscle, don't even twitch a finger or I'm gonna put all my hundred fifty-five and some odd pounds on your fucking melon before I get my stomp on, nigga. Ain't you heard nothing about how offended I am, Randy boy?"

"Uhm sorry?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Randy felt a hint of her weight on the back of his head which forced his forehead into the mushy dirt and yellowing grass and leaves.

"SORRY MA'AM!"

"What's my name?"

"Renee?"

"WHAAAT?!!!"

"Honey?" Her brow raised already outraged at being called by the name of her perennial rival followed by her actual birth name uttered as a shaky question from the eighteen-year-old she'd thoroughly screwed on the front lawn of the family cabin that very afternoon. It was a base insult added to a growing ledger from her younger toxically entitled rival.

"Aw shucks Randy; why'd you have to go and do that shit?"

"SORRY HONEY!!" He was faceplanted in a reverse snow angel on the ground under her full weight.

"I really liked you too, boy; now I'm gonna have to do it."

"... do what?"

"Put you in the mix." Honey unexpectedly lifted her foot allowing him to quickly look up in her direction.

It was his third visual shock to the system getting what amounted to a situational "full moon" as Honey walked in the opposite direction with purpose, shorts wedged deep in an extended rear cleavage as big and wide as his torso over some thick model quality legs.

"HONEY!!" Randy shouted after her too late.

She'd walked through a wall of foliage and bushes leaving him there, alone.

"... Honey?"

Randy got to his feet hurrying after her instantly stopped when he tried to pass through what he thought was the same brush only to be stopped by a gnarled tree on the opposite side. It felt like a blow to the nose leaving him to carefully navigate around the tree. The roughhewn jagged bark of the tree left parts of his body feeling scratched up.

"HEY!! WHERE'D YOU GO?!! HONEY!! HONEY? HEY!!!" It was strenuous getting through the foliage and errant bushes and tree branches only to end up in what looked like the exact same spot. Randy soldiered through a few times with no verifiable progress starting to regret offending the woman he had sex with earlier that day. Honey seemed larger than life from the moment he laid eyes on her, but Renee blew her out of the water, despite being pregnant. Randy tried again finding nothing but more of the same, stopping to rest.

"Aw man, I fucked up."

Randy was worried he'd been abandoned.

"HUN-NEEEEE!!!!"

No answer...

"HAAAAY?!!!" Randy shouted, getting what sounded like a faint echo off in the distance.

A few seconds later, he could hear someone approaching crunching leaves and sticks underfoot.

"Uhm, hello?"

No answer...

"Hello, anybody out there?"

Randy found himself inching backwards replaying Honey's words about "putting him in the mix "making the assumption that the offended party was returning with that angry baby daddy in tow for a one-sided beatdown. Randy stoned up internally readying himself for a serious fight to the death, if need be, his body reacting without conscious thought inching backwards. His eyes found a large stone on the ground giving him what he thought would be an equalizer. It was bigger than he thought, necessitating two hands to dislodge it.

"HEY, WHUT-THE-FUH?!!!" Randy was unceremoniously shoved over faceplanting again by what felt like a foot to the rump.

"FUH-KIN BIH?!!" He was about to throw a haymaker but stopped short finding some woman standing there staring back at him with a glib sort of grin on her face.

Randy found himself looking at this rather thin black woman with a head full of plat braids ending in different primary-colored barrettes that framed a roundish head shaped like a tennis ball in his opinion. This thin woman had a rather large set of big expressive looking eyes that reminded Randy of a marionette almost looking as if they would pop out of their sockets. She had prominent cheeks that were noticeable accentuating an overly wide mouth framed by a deep set of dimples and a knobby chin. She looked seriously goofy.

"Who are you?"

"Your mamma's asshole."

"What?!!" Randy's brow furrowed in indignation.

"Chicken butt, pretty nigga."

Randy did a doubletake at this remark almost throwing a haymaker but decided against it wondering if this woman was retarded. She spoke in an odd manner with the beginning of every sentence starting with a sort of hiccup sound.

"You looking?" She asked abruptly as his gaze traveled down noticing her slender frame covered in a big baggy, sleeveless cotton dress that looked like it was made for someone much larger. She was barefoot with toes that damn near looked like fingers as his gaze returned to her oddball features which skewed towards peevish in the afternoon sunlight obscured as it was by the overhead branches and greenery.

"Huh-what? WHUU-AAAT?!!" He was surprised when she turned at the hip, yanking the end of her cotton frock up exposing a plump peachy looking butt sans underwear.

"You looking?" She asked again with that hiccup styled inflection ending in a huckster chortle.

"Uh, oh... NO!! Nope." Randy waved off vigorously making her scoff and tug her dress down ruefully. Randy noticed a big plastic green bucket in her other hand.

"Faggot." She stalked off through some thick brush with a swipe of her arm.

"Hey wait, miss!" Randy hurried after the woman pushing through the bushes finding a similar pocket of space there and the woman already a few feet away in this kind of tunnel.

"You bet stop following me or I'm gonna get somebody to sing on your fucking face!" Her expression read rueful to the ninth degree on the verge of tears due to his rejection.

"Sorry, I was just..."

"... looking?" She asked again with an edge to her voice, raising a brow. Something about her face made this woman look like a humanoid jackass.

The look on her face suggested he should play with the truth.

"Uhm, yeah, I guess..."

A wide beaming horse's grin spread across her face as she turned facing him, bucket dangling from her thin fist at the side of her right leg.

"Yup, knew it all along; this your uhm, first time, huh?"

"Hell no!!"

"I didn't mean that dummy; I meant, it's your first time here, huh?"

"Yeah." Randy answered unevenly.

"Hey, it's always kind of weird the first time, but you'll get used to it. I'm Florabell, but people mostly call me Flora; uhm, what's your name, huh? Uh, it's okay since it's just the two of us, right here."

He felt like giving her a fake name.

"Oh, my name is..."

A loud sort of hoot or bird-like whistle interrupted them. Flora reacted to it instantly jerking about so quickly that Randy flinched at her sudden hunched posture and nervous neck movements. It reminded him of the way people reacted to a drive by shooting or something as she recovered visually anxious looking.

"Aw forget that for right now, we can talk about it later; let me see it."

"See what?"

"Your dick."

"Are you serious?"

"Heck yeah, you're one of the cute one's; I was thinking I'd put my bid in right now, before you get snapped up something fierce."

"I don't..."

"AW NOW, LET'S SEE WHAT YOU HIDING, BOY!" Flora suddenly yanked his shorts down with her free hand causing his package to be exposed. Her already cartoonish looking eyes went wider at his ten-inch, uncircumcised endowment accompanied by a huckster's whistle.

"Hey motherfucker!" Randy shouted making the backwoods huckster, hiccup chortle.

"WOW! Guess you were hiding a whole chocolate covered banana down there. I'm gonna have to cheat everybody out of their pick and go first. Aw heck, lookit that thing all a dangling slung low just a waiting to be picked. Shit, I GOTTA FUDGE everybody else now!!"

"UH!! Oh, shit... oh fuck!" Before he realized it, Flora was on scuffed-up knees taking Randy's endowment almost to the root. She went at it with a palpable hunger, grabbed his endowment at the root quickly stroking towards her bobbing head like her life depended on it. She had these thin fingers with darkened knuckles and palms that felt sort of calloused.

"You really know how to..." Flora's tongue appeared cradling the underside of his erection like a scoop sliding back and forth in intervals before her lips slurped everything inside accompanied by this syrupy sort of slurping sound intercut with audible gagging. Flora's head movements became more pronounced eventually leaving her kissing his root.

"Suck... UNG!! UNG!! AW SHEET!! AW FUGGIT!!" His thighs seized up intensely as several ropes of thick gooey cum filled Flora's throat in waves. She inched closer framing his right leg working her neck fluidly swallowing every burst, sucking and slurping with purpose as he mewled whining breathlessly. Flora's cheeks inverted in one long sustained slurp.

"AAAWWWW-AW-AWWWG!!!" Randy screamed loud enough to create an echo as Flora forced her head face first into his crotch gagging herself as his stomach flip flopped followed by an explosive deluge of ejaculate spraying the back of her throat flowing down into her belly. Her thin fingers were interlocked capturing his balls roughly jacking away.

"... ah shit, sheet Flora." Flora released his member with an audible pop of her lips but continued roughly jerking and tugging on it looking up into his watery eyes with a gooey string of his cum hanging from her bottom lip and chin. She slurped it up like an errant strand of spaghetti, clearly pleased with herself.

"You like that country neck, huh? Bet you'd let me cart your narrow tail to my place so I could suck it all day before I even let you stick me, huh? I like doing stuff like that, sucking and fucking til the cows come home, knobbing and jerking on your pickle til you cry. Make my bum ass fool of a man Delroy get gone and put on my nice drawers so I kin fuck you down real proper like; bet you'd like that huh? Lookit my titties, I got me some nice ones."

She kept it up graduating to a one very rough one-handed jerk palm faced upward sort of limp wristed with his crown pointed at her face, thin fingers wrapped tight. Randy's legs were going rubbery as Flora continued ranting in some lust-fueled fever pitch.

"Got me some dirty dees, menfolk be all a grabbing on them trying to shove they dicks up between them and shit, too. They hang just right even though I done birthed and weened me about five suckers on these so far. Still got muh figure too, just a little smidgen of stretchmarks on my.... GAWK!! GAWK!! GAWK!!! Slurp!!"

Randy lost it palming her head between both large hands impulsively shoving himself into her mouth with no fucks given. This wet squishy sound filled the air as he took her mouth like he owned it barely able to contain himself. He thought about the dumpy fat girl who'd given him his first blow job in a rest stop restroom and how it was so shitty, he bolted instead of fucking the lazy near-do-well while her back was to him about to bend over.

"GAWK!! GAWK!! GAWK!! HAWK-TU!! SLURP!! GAWK!! GAWK!! GAWK!!" Things started to get nasty and wholly messy as a deluge of drool ran from her mouth as if someone had turned on a hidden tap inside her maw. The squishy sound got louder as Randy tried to shove everything inside until his endowment started to bend.

"... fuck, you got some good mouth." He relented when Flora started to retch.

"OH, YOU LIKE TO PARTY HARD, HUH?!!" She wasn't fazed one bit by the rough treatment looking glib and game still using the right hand to stroke with frenetic purpose.

Flora inched forward on her knees letting go for a moment to yank her big il-fitting cotton frock up exposing the nudity underneath from the front this time. A big pair of sloping conical looking breasts perfectly fitted to her narrow bust bulged downward with a pronounced rubbery jiggle. They were obviously real with a spongy look capped with huge areolas that covered the ends of her tits raggedly with random flecks of pigmentation.

"DAMN!!" Randy's eyes went wide, hands shooting out as if they were spring loaded.

"I KNOW, RIGHT?" Flora was beyond pleased with Randy's reaction feeling a swell of validation as he handled her tits with all the care of someone handling cantaloupes at the local farmer's market.

She arched her back deep, proudly displaying charms hidden behind her worn, baggy cheap-looking dress. Her breasts conformed to the probing fingers clawing fingers bulging between his digits with a slightly loose, yet weighted feeling to them. Arousal caused her nips to become chewy rounded nubs. Flora's brow furrowed on a face that had a big jack-o-lantern's proud smile on it.

"HAWK-TU!! SLURP!! GAWK!! GAWK!! GAWK!!!" Flora hocked a nasty loogie onto the head of his cock, then slurped it to the root, all ten fingers wrapped around the root frenetically long stroking his meat towards her steadily bobbing head lip suction, intense. This lasted a few seconds before she adjusted, raising up a little with one foot planted flat next to her bent knee. Flora wrapped and cushioned his prick with her tits, long stroking it to nirvana.

"SHEET!!" Randy planted his hands on top of the kneeling woman's shoulders using them for leverage to drive the underside of his manhood along her breastbone. Flora moved with him, scrubbing his cock frantically.

The mushy feel of Flora's sloping tits accompanied with the visual of her large plate sized areolas now in dual oval shapes surrounded those natty spots and freckles was visibly enticing enough to send jolts of pleasure throughout his pelvis. She arched her lower back jutting her tits outward matching Randy's posture both feverishly working together. Flora began bouncing the undersides of her pear-shaped offerings into the base of his member.

"AW SHEET!!" Copious rivers of precum started to flow from the head of his cock. Randy's grip on Flora's bony shoulders went harder, nails clawing into the delicate flesh arching in both directions fucking her fleshy gourds like he owned them. She let her mouth hang open in this hollow moan revealing what looked like an overly long tongue hooked over her chin.

She started flicking it vertically on his sixpack abs lightly with the gentle sway of a paintbrush on fresh canvas. The ticklish sensation added to things as he went harder framing her thin bony hands with his much larger ones, utterly railing her sloping tits. His heart was starting to thump with this kind of odd anxiety creeping into the situation. Flora's gaze was on his thrusting member long enough to almost reach her shoulder randomly.

Her mouth hung open presenting an oval shaped void framed by her thin lips, an invitation. The expression on her homely visage read like some perverted smile. More precum spurted out with the first burst clearing her shoulder in a wide arc onto the grass and leaves. Flora reacted to this facially with a hoarse sounding chortle, pressing her breasts tighter around the ten-inch pickle pistoning in and out of her cleavage, vertically. Randy went over, loud.

"Ung!! Ung!! Ung!! Sheet!!... shit, fuck!!" A powerful burst followed the first clearing Flora's shoulder in a higher arc with a third following which left a slimy strip across her plump cheek. Randy 's face was flushed as he grunted and whined humping out the remainder of his climax. She pressed harder on the outsides of her breasts with enough force to make them change color from the pressure alone. He could feel a last rope surging in his shaft.

"SLURRRP!!!!" Flora quickly took all of him just above the root of his prick as the dam burst. Randy's toes curled up in the expensive pilfered sneakers as he coated the inside of her maw in a scintillating wave of pleasure. Flora wrapped her fingers around his straining cock fingers interlocked, jerking wildly toward her plunging face, vacuum sucking hard.

"FUH-FUUHH-FUUCK!!!" Randy was obliged to disengage them getting a visible splash of saliva and juices that left her face sprinkled.

"GAWK!! GAWK!! GAWK!! HAK-TU!!! GAWK!! GAWK!! SLURP!!!" Flora didn't waste a moment giving Randy a passionate cleanup blow job, twisting and screwing his throbbing member sending the eighteen-year-old into nirvana, now chuckling himself.

"Aw shit man; now I gotta fuck you, girl!" His hand was absentmindedly in custody of a handful of her barrette plats as he beat his cock on her lips, sexually euphoric.

"You gonna fuck me, now?

"FUCKKIN' A RIGHT I'M GONNA FUCK YO BRAINS OUT!!" He was almost slobbering at the mouth pulling Flora to her dirty bare feet with the worst intentions, ration thought on hiatus. Her palm was cupping the underside of his shaft in continual motion, tugging and stroking no wasted movement. The excitement between them was palpable. The crazed look on his face was turning her on enough to make her snatch drip in anticipation.

"Oh gosh." Randy's hands landed on her rounded yet sort of squarish on the sides buttocks in what was intended to be a dual clap on the cheeks. Instead of that clap, his fingers encountered a meaty marshmallow of an ass intently groping Flora through the thin frayed material. She arched into him, still in custody of his cock fist wrapped around the middle of the shaft, jacking roughly.

His height allowed him to look over her shoulder tugging up on the hem of her light dress until he could get hands on her naked flesh. Flora moved seamlessly with him, swabbing his hardening tumescence on her abdomen, tapping it there randomly. While washboard flat with a single line of definition, her belly was a mess of stretchmarks radiating outward from her nappy mound.

"Oh, wow you really gonna fuck it off up in me, ain't you? At first, I thought you were one of them sedity fellas all high and mighty with your good dick, but now I see it just takes a little bit of rubbing and sucking to push your fuck button. You gonna push my fuck button now, huh boy?" Her big googly eyes were focused on his, tickling her hairy patch with the tip of his prick.

"You about to find out!" Randy replied, freeing Flora of her simple dress with one hand tossing it aside on top of a nearby bush.

"Oh yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, I'm gonna stab your guts until my shit come out of your mouth! "

Flora's weird looking eyes went wider accompanied by her signature hiccup chortle while Randy got handsy to the ninth degree, squishing a sloping pear-shaped tit with the other doing more of the same to her smooshy left buttock. Flora was decidedly slim-thick sporting a pair of tired, but still bouncy set of matronly breasts with enough curve at the hips to solidify her status as a mother to multiple children.

Everything below the neck was coated with a lattice of pronounced stretchmarks particularly at her underarms, tummy and the outside of her hips. This was a body that might have been something special to look at back in the day before she started having babies but now seemed to be a museum dedicated to bad decisions on the backroads.

"Can you pick me up off the ground? You so big and strong looking, I wanna get my legs around you and bounce on your ding-a-ling like a fucking ballerina or some shit like that. If you don't, I can turn around and grab my kneecaps for you. Menfolk like hitting it like that most of the time. I don't know if it's a booty thing or they just don't like looking at my face, to be honest there, fella. You look like one of them booty mens, so I'll just turn around."

Her southern accent was so thick, it was work trying to figure out what she was saying beyond two or three words. Despite that, it was crystal clear what she thought of herself. His hands on her wobbly buttocks spreading them wide apart only reinforced her self-depreciated view of herself as she raised a leg bent at the knee for him to capture it. The only thing she really seemed to want was his validation besides his prick.

Maybe not even that other than being "good enough" to be fucked off the backroads.

That bird whistle followed by a series of odd hoots interrupted the proceedings eliciting an instant reaction as she forcefully pushed away from Randy, suddenly anxious to the ninth degree. Flora adopted a hunched posture as if she thought she might be struck by some phantom club, looking about arms folded at the elbows, wrists limp fingertips pointed at the ground. Randy had one hand wrapped around his meat, the other touching her bicep.

"What is it, girl?"

"Don't meddle me!" Flora replied looking down the far end of the wooded tunnel they were inside framed on both sides by thick gnarly trees and overgrowth. For all intents and salacious purposes, they were completely secluded from the outside world; well, what there was to see of it in "The road to Nowhere" shanty town. Randy found himself looking over his shoulder, before following the trajectory of Flora's troubled gaze.

"What?"

The hoot and long shrill whistle came again almost as if to validate its reality this time.

"Hey, what is that?" Randy touched her arm again.

"HANDS OFF, BOY!!" Her hand came up in a stinging return slap to the outside of his bicep that caused him to favor it like he'd been hit with a whip strike.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

"... I'm out, boy; don't you follow me." Flora dropped low into an open legged squat quickly gathering her discarded dress and the bucket she'd been carrying with a sense of urgency that made Randy antsy.

"Hey, what's going on?" He lightly grabbed half of the metal handle on the bucket instinctively looking down into it.

There was something obscured by a ragged wash towel. It looked like a rectangular piece of tree bark made from one of the hickory trees abound in the area. There were rectangular slits in it side by side and a raised area that gave it the appearance of a crude facemask.

It was only a second long glimpse...

"HEY!! HEY-BITCH!!" Flora's back arched as she dipped low snapping at his hand, teeth barred snarling like some sort of feral animal. She barely nipped his hand, but there was no mistake she could've taken a plug out of if he was a second slower.

Flora was gone just that quickly, running off in her birthday suit with her dress draped over the top of the bucket hiding its contents from view in those fleeting moments.

"... what the hell?" Randy stared after her, almost afraid to follow until he realized he was still in the same predicament.

It was a no brainer simply following Flora's path through the brush, but a sudden sharp shriek way off in the distance gave him momentary pause. Randy lingered listening for a moment, hands on the hem of his shorts, silently wishing he still had the top left behind at the cabin with Renee and probably Honey as well. He cursed himself for angering the latter but couldn't deny the impression the chalky former left on him. It was quiet for a minute.

"Fuck this shit, I'm going." Randy pushed through the brush following Flora after the fact.

He found himself in another much larger pocket opening of the dense forest, reaching back scratching his head, befuddled at his predicament. This patch was about as big as a backyard or a little more, but more well-lit from the overhead sunlight. It felt just as secluded but was different in that random pieces of junk and discarded furniture littering this clearing.

"Huh?" Most of this stuff had apparently been there for years. A discarded mattress had moss overgrowth, but he noticed a large stain in the middle of it accompanied by a raw stringent odor that assailed the nostrils. The grass was littered with used condoms and more than a few empty bottles of beer and cheap hooch. It turned his stomach.

A few feet away the heavy brush started to rustle and shake profusely signaling an approach by someone on the other side dighting against the dense foliage.

"Flora?!" He called out, voice uneven.

"Nope." Someone else called back, still approaching and obviously a woman.

His attention was drawn backwards to a dense patch of foliage and intertwined overgrowth shaking profusely heralding the arrival of the voice's owner. Some of the leaves and lighter sticks were cracking telling Randy someone was snapping and breaking errant branches, swiping thick bushes full of green and reddish berries aside.

He tensed up as a hand appeared first, then another grabbing handful of green stuff ripping it apart akin to opening a curtain. What appeared next made Randy's jaw drop like a lead weight. A humongous pair of breasts pushed through barely encased in a ribbed, cherry red knit top with some ceremonial buttons down the front.

"Oh shit..." These breasts, coal black in skin tone were so big, the exposed portion of her plunging neckline made them look like a secondary pair of large tits mounted on top of the mountainous rest of this massive bust. The visual explained the cacophony that accompanied the rest of the reveal as a woman cleared mother nature's mess.

... ah, damn man, what the fuck?" She was a little under ten feet away standing there taking the time to swat errant leaves and vines from her big meaty arms.

This wasn't the odd-looking Florabell, but a rather large woman suddenly there staring back at him, smiling in a way that made the hairs on his arms stand up while his prick started twitching wildly. She was on the large side, very dark skinned with a roundish face surrounded by shoulder length raven colored hair with a skunk stripe up front partially draped over an eye. She had rich cheekbones and the look of a Gullah woman.

"Randy?"

His brow raised at the big blocky top-heavy woman's husky tone and on sight recognition. She was big and wide with a rectangular build from the shoulders to her hips, built to hold the huge ridiculous boulders threatening to burst free of a top that should've been three sizes bigger to accommodate her frame. This woman was super-sized with a body language that suggested she as comfortable with herself to the exclusion of all else.

"Randy Brown, that's you ain't it?" She was a brick wall of a woman about five-ten in height with a doughy belly you would barely notice due to her massive breasts. Despite this, she had some slender legs with a bit of subtle definition in the thighs and calves.

"We know each other?" Randy asked befuddled as she closed the distance between them offering her hand with a sly smile.

"COME HERE!" She snatched him into a tight headlock with the left side of his face smooshed into her huge bust. The weight of her breasts were apparent as she playfully wrenched on his neck turning in a little semi-circle as he asserted himself.

"Cut it out; we know each other, lady?!"

"Shoosh boy, let me have a good look at you all ah walking round back in here." She ignored the question handling Randy by the shoulders directing him upright facing her in custody of his biceps. Again, her monster bust became a factor wedged into his defined bare chest and sixpack abdomen through no fault of her own. This woman's rounded face in closeup was decidedly fetching, mature with sort of mean looking puffy eyes, smiling.

"What?" Randy asked feeling her squeezing his biceps measuring their dexterity pinching both with her fingertips. She had these overly long probably fake nails meticulously ending in white edged French tips. Randy knew there was only one place she could've got those done. At the edge of town was this strip mall which had a nail salon many ladies could barely afford, but still clambered to anyway. He tried to place her face, but couldn't.

"You big, tall and cute as fuck just the way I like; maybe a nice cut would do you one better, too. Well, lookit here, packing a pretty nice rod, too." Her hand was suddenly cupping and groping his package, giving it therapeutic squeezes from her chubby hand. He swatted it away.

"We know each other?"

"So Randy, you were back here fucking on Florabell, huh?"

"You her sister?"

"Do I look like her sister, boy?"

"WE KNOW EACHOTHER?!!"

"My but you are a pretty looking man, Randy. Old girl think she gonna be creeping up the line round here; but that ain't the case and you're new, so you obviously don't know how it is, either."

"How what is?"

"Did you fuck her good with this big ole snake?" His bare cock was suddenly in her hand which was lightly squeezing it with a slow stroke towards her body. Her movements were deceptively quick enough that Randy was disoriented for a moment. His gaze shot down finding her hand inside his shorts up to the wrist, then back to her heavily made up face finding the intense saccharine smile there to be more of a forced expression."

"Excuse me." He went to disengage her hand carefully handling the thin fingers wrapped around his throbbing manhood, but she pressed closer mashing her huge tits into his bare chest and defined abdomen.

"What, you don't like it, huh nigga? If you don't like it, then ain't no way you should be back here in our cradle. I ain't gonna call you gay or nothing, and I sure as hell ain't that easy either, Randy. Unheard of, a pretty nigga with a hog leg scared to use that shit. So, you in love or something?"

"You talk like a pimp."

"Maybe I am so you were back here boning Florabell, right?"

"You hella nosey, too." This made her grin with a Cheshire cat's smile framed by two Dahlia bite piercings he hadn't initially noticed before, probably because of her massive front porch.

"Real cute baby boy; so, you one of her baby daddies or something? You know that hoe got seven kids and always creeping for number eight. Are you number eight, or are you a straight up clown?"

"What the fuck?!"

Both of her hands were inside his shorts, one stroking with three fingers while the opposite used another three fingers on the crown of his prick in a pinchy screwing motion. The sly smile on her coal darkened face didn't infuriate him enough to pull the offending hand away this time. He watched her run a finger under her nose, sniffing. She smiled.

"You got some neck and you back here acting like a scary bitch?"

"What's your fucking name?"

"You don't know?"

"No."

"What does it matter when you got such a big dick all hard and shit? You got two handfuls down here; do you know how to use it, Randy?" She tugged his shorts down, exposing his package, stroking more intently. The motion made the upper exposed swell of her breasts jiggly all over the place, like Jello. Her breasts looked like two boulders with, and extra slightly smaller set stacked on top bulging from her plunging neckline.

"What you think?" Randy answered with a petulant indignant tone annoyed at being treated like nothing he said mattered. The exposed cleavage resembled a big butt.

"I think Florabell got you "sprung" Randy; I think you was back here looking for a handful of dandelions so you could get down on one knee and pop the fucking question. Maybe you like used, bust down pussy instead of "That Ghud-Ghud" sitting right here under these big ass motherfucking titties. What do I think, huh boy? Do you REALLY wanna know about that shit?"

"Big talk!"

"Oh yeah, nigga?" She cracked a half smile cocking her head to the side.

"YEAH!"

"Èske ou vle yon gou, Randy?" The woman spoke some other language out of the blue catching him off guard. His eyes kept dipping between her immense cleavage and sly round face which made him casually uneasy.

"Huh, what is that you're saying, girl?"

"Ain't no girls here, unless you talking about these." His hands were suddenly pressing into the sides of her mountainous breasts mashing them together into an abomination of meaty cleavage that reached the bottom of her chin. His thumbs were pressed against what felt like big, blocky nips, each with a piercing. The woman flashed a prideful smile, all teeth.

"Hey!" His shorts were roughly yanked down as she planted a bare foot in the crotch, stomping.

"I guess you better pull your britches up, huh Randy?"

When Randy bent over automatically, he was shoved over roughly but recovered turning on his side in a sitting position looking up, getting a shock to the system. The boulder sized undersides of her breasts were staring him in the face. Randy found out this woman was wearing a brassiere that looked a few sizes too small for its gargantuan task.

"Bitch!' There was spillage all over the place, even from his vantage point as her top was unceremoniously shoved over his head. Her laughter was that of a smoker matching her cunning demeanor as the dirty sole of her bare foot shoved him dead center in the sternum. Randy's business was left pointed at the afternoon sky while she snickered.

"Your mamma's a bitch, scary ass nigga; betta shut up before I sit on your motherfucking face!" she was walking away, big back facing him, rear view of her badly fitted bra. Most of her weight was above the shoulders in her chest and wide built torso, with two naturally necessary love handles stacked two on each side of her top-heavy body. Her butt was wide, partially flat with just enough thickness to keep it from being a pancake in some vintage gym shorts he recognized as part of his former high school's gym uniform.

"You wanna get fucked in the ass, hoe?" He stood up with her shirt in hand, irritated.

"Do you, nigga?" She shot back, half chortling.

"WHO ARE YOU?!!" The familiarity in her tone and behavior was throwing him for a loop. Randy went after her across the open patch of wood, catching up in six strides, noticing something he hadn't before. There was a swath of burned skin diagonally from her shoulder blade stopping at her defined spine. She glanced over her shoulder, smiling.

"You don't know?" More teasing.

"I'm for real, okay?"

"Are you sure, Randy?" she turned presenting a front view that nearly made him explode cum all over the inside of his shorts. He noticed a modest wad of cash in her hands... and his wallet.

"WHAT-THE-FUCK?!!"

"Sorry about that nigga; force of uhm, habit, I guess. Uh, the name's Magic, for obvious reasons, fetch."

His empty wallet went flying right over his shoulder a few feet away. Randy instinctively patted his empty back pocket, then doggedly ran after his pilfered billfold.

"Aw man, she was a fucking pickpocket." Magic was gone when he turned around, almost as if into thin air.

Randy bolted after her running through the hedges pushing through into what looked like the same narrow wooded corridor, he thought he escaped from earlier. This time however, Randy caught sight of a pair of coal darkened buns in those vintage gym shorts. It looked like she had got caught trying to make her escape by between a veritable rock and a hard place. Randy jumped into the narrow space quickly grabbing her hips, yanking her shorts down midthigh.

"GOT YO' ASS!!" His cock was flopped out over his waistband, rock solid and ready. Randy didn't waste any time, shoving it balls deep. There was a loud groan accompanied by this tremor radiating throughout her butt with an intense shiver. Her cunt was extremely tight, clamping down on his erection which still had a third bulging from her swollen puss.

TALKING ALL THAT SHIT WITH A BUM ASS COOCHIE!!" Randy started beating her back out, putting all his weight behind nuclear thrusts. Loud distressed whimpering and sobs serenaded his anger fueled plundering of her criminal snatch. He was determined to get his money's worth out of Magic's. The shivering started to get more pronounced until that dark chocolate was bobbing and wagging like its owner was having some sort of seizure.

"TAKE THIS ROD, TRICK ASS HOE!! FUCKING THOT BEOTCH!!" The country air was filled with loud wet sound smacks intermingled with gooey squishes of a cunt being horrifically resized. It seemed like one of her knees faltered as her butt shifted over to the side, then started bobbing feverishly. The wrenching motion sparked a frenetic thumping from the business end of his certified ten inches, measured earlier this afternoon as a joke.

Renee and Honey saw him as little more than an afternoon distraction, laughing at his failure to barely get near her without blowing a wad. It was ultimately degrading, yet wholly sensual at the same time. Now, an angry baby daddy and Honey's irritation at being unwittingly compared to Renee created this weird situation. The captured top-heavy pickpocket was creaming all over his pistoning rod eradicating the inherent friction of her box.

"BEOTCH, I'MMA FUCK YOU TIL YOU PEE YO'SELF!!" His sexually angry words proved prophetic in moments as a deluge of moisture started running down her quivering inner thighs. He could feel his uncircumcised crown thumping the back of her cunt like a police battering ram. Her chocolate buns were so black, they were damn near reflective making his medium brownskin tone and angry looking reddish prick almost glow in comparison.

Distressed moans charged him up, locking his legs watching as she began throwing it back just as hard and frenetic, climaxing on his endowment. Moans and whimpers degenerated into this series of loud haunting howls of pleasure as his thighs seized up. His hands were clawing into her buttocks, thumbs framing her openings parting them wide. Several strong pulses in his inner thighs were signal enough as he slowly withdrew his throbbing cock.

An explosive burst of his goo splattered all over her shivering buttocks encouraging three more powerful ropes of stringy ejaculate. The last rope hit did center on her cunt, drizzling down in a gooey web that dotted the grass and browned leaves in dollops. Her musk was stifling but intoxicating as his fingers spread the warring halves of her cheeks gaping a well-used and defiled cunt that parted wider than it should've, insides were visibly clenching.

"Did you fuck her until she peed on her motherfucking self, Randy?"

"Wut-What-WHAAAT?!!"

Randy whipped back, looking over his shoulder to find Magic there right behind him grinning like a jackal. Before he even realized it, her hand was wrapped around his prick right above the base screwing, tugging and jerking outwards away from their bodies. Randy looked down in time to see the cum glazed butt disappear into the thick brush and foliage like a thief in the night. He turned disengaging her hand, gaze drifting down.

Magic's shorts were missing, leaving him staring at a shaved bare, puffy looking mound.

"You like it, baby boy?" She'd doffed her bottoms after disappearing through the brush, trading them with someone else.

Randy looked back at the hole in the wall of greenery left by the unknown woman then at her smiling face again. Magic stood there with no fucks to give smiling at the look on his face enjoying the sexual con wearing nothing but a brassiere that looked two sized too small for her immense bust, in danger of bursting free of her generous front porch. The dingy off-white bullet styled brassiere cups were filled to excess, spilling out on all sides.

"What, you ain't like that pussy, Randy?"

"Who are you?"

"You don't know me, do you?"

"I said that shit already."

"You getting buck on me, nigga?"

Instead of answering, Randy raised an accusatory pointer finger aiming it at the hole in the bushes left by the anonymous woman he'd taken, then directly at Magic's face. She laughed heartily, then snatched up that finger with a blinding quickness putting it in her mouth, slurping on it like a surrogate cock. Her pierced cheeks inverted powerfully as she worked her neck back and forth sucking off his pointer finger, getting sloppier by the second.

Magic started moaning in husky sensual tones that sent jolts of sexual lightning to his loins making his half-depleted member fatten into a veritable stee bar decorated with surging veins. Magic's tongue flickered about behind her lips paint brushing Randy's finger as she opened her mouth showing him the compromised digit slathered in her copious saliva. As Magic's eyes closed tightly, obviously enjoying herself. She had excellent neck technique.

Her hands cupped the sides of her huge breasts near the bottom wedging them tightly together into a mountain of jiggly mashed up cleavage that cushioned and cradled the underside of Magic's chubby chin. Her humongous tis rose up framing the sides of her face fully. Randy found himself pumping that single finger in and out of her mouth. Rivulets of saliva running off her chin into her deep cleavage prompted Randy to use a second finger.

A third finger was added to the other two, poking and plunging deep into her maw intensely. Randy watched intently, transfixed at the rapturous expression on the face he was defiling. Her humongous breasts were large enough that Magic graduated to cover half of the offending hand with mams as big as two full sized watermelons. Loud wet slurps and gagging sounds filled the enclosed wooded space. The continuous poking became rough.

... rougher as Randy graduated to four fingers stuffing her mouth full, steadily pumping.

He was starting to get some serious depth, eyes focused on Magic's sort of narrow, puffy looking ones in the middle of a rounded face that left her age suspect while her low sultry sounding voice tagged this top-heavy woman as a woman some years older, probably. Magic was perfectly still, unmoving cupping the undersides of her breasts raised and pressed against both sides of her head. They stared intently at one another, a test of wills.

Those narrow, puffy looking eyes were an odd lighter shade of hazel slowly widening until those precious jewels were surrounded in dual pools of white. Randy kept staring deep into them seeming to lose himself, albeit mutely as his heart began to thump loudly. Magic 's glare caught him fast, eyes now wider sort of glazed over, looking akin to glass. Her hands dropped allowing her breasts to drop with a heavy weight bounce and jiggle.

His cock was fully extended pointed at her puffy looking, bare mound. Randy could feel his endowment tensing up, prominent hanging ball sack and inner thighs seized up. The only item on her big, top-heavy voluptuous frame, was the vintage bullet brassiere that was little more than a ceremonial item on her coal darkened frame. Randy couldn't tell when it happened, but Magic suddenly had custody of his offending hand by the wrist.

They both looked down in tandem watching as she inserted his hand between her thighs, pressing his fingers against her slit. He felt his fingers slip inside finding a steaming, mess more sticky than gooey unlike the mysterious woman he'd taken before finding out it was all a ruse. Magic used both hands running him along her slit using one or two of her own digits to get him to curve the tips of his. When he managed, Magic let out a breathy moan.

Her insides seized up around his fingers, clamping down on them, forcefully. She bit her lower lip reacting facially, brow tensing up for a few seconds before softening as his hand was allowed to withdraw. Her breathing was heavy and palpable as Randy's offending hand was carefully pushed against his lips until he was obliged to slurp her essence off his own fingers. Magic cupped his cheek with one hand, then the other drawing him into a sensuous kiss.

The tip of her tongue slipped between his lips, tip flicking until his started swirling and coiling with her own. She dropped one hand down lightly massaging his bicep, still cupping the side of his face with her other as they made out passionately. Magic seemed to get progressively passionate, running her fingertips along his bicep. Her huge breasts bobbed and wobbled with that weighted jiggle lightly brushing his torso. Their eyes were locked.

He couldn't look away, transfixed and ensnared by her gaze. There was so much Randy wanted to do in that moment, but he just kept it up as her hand drifted down to his other bicep. This gave Randy's hands agency to flatten palms on the upper somewhat shallow swell of her butt letting them rest there in ceremonial fashion.

This didn't stop them from going into business for themselves, eventually curving at the fingertips. He started to squeeze, finding a squishy feel to the upper half of her buttocks. Her hands drifted under his arms palming Randy's lower back at the base of his spine. The underside of his tumescence brushed against her tummy, covering a belly button with a piercing in it. Magic used her hands puppeting his body into hers, rhythmically.

His crotch was throbbing with desire, especially his inner thighs. Magic's hands were blanketing his buttocks now becoming more insistent by the second as they bumped uglies. Translucent precum started flowing from the head of his uncircumcised cock. Their moans and wet, slurpy kisses were audible. Randy's height forced him to bend over further so that he could grab the whole of her wide semi-shallow butt heartily.

Magic went up on the tips of her toes accommodating his large hands. Her butt felt soft and overly malleable to the touch, cheeks parting as his fingers brushed against her opening. Randy got in an intense groping squeeze as if he were trying to pop her butt like a balloon. The pulsing intensified reminding him of his earlier tryst with Honey. The same thing started to happen when he was supposedly giving her a back massage.

His crotch was thumping harder, back arching into her matching thrusts with just as much intensity. The feeling was overtly arousing, frottage of the highest degree from a simple motion. It felt like he would splatter his seed all over her belly and humongous breasts, no penetration needed but no less satisfying. Magic's tongue was taking him on a wild tour just kissing. The large conical vintage brassiere surged looking like it would snap apart.

... the bird whistle came again followed by the odd hoots and rustling of the overgrowth boxing them inside a natural corridor. Magic broke the kiss wetly smiling, eyes narrowed.

"What is that out there?" Randy questioned, breathing hard.

"Never you mind." Magic moaned grabbing his manhood like a fleshy leash half turning as she raised her other hand, palm upturned fingertips curved beckoning.

One step was taken backwards, then another until he was following her further into the thick bushes and foliage. Magic didn't look back but kept moving in the opposite direction seemingly by sheer memory alone. Randy allowed the woods to swallow him whole. His manhood was throbbing with precum pouring from his crown. It felt like her touch alone would send him over the edge, but somehow it was tactile edging of the highest order.

"Wanna go inside with me?" Magic asked just above a whisper.

"Huh?"

His gaze shifted ever so slightly to her immediate right looking over her thick shoulder.

"What?"

Everything was covered in rich green grass, weeds and little patches of clovers blanketing everything. There on a hill nestled against some huge trees was this weathered cabin that had seen better days generations before Randy was even born. A large tree was jutting out of the ground right behind it at a sharp angle with other smaller trees overgrown close enough to entwine with the larger one. It looked as if the cabin was being held up by it.

Magic was following Randy's gaze staring intently at him in profile standing just behind his right shoulder with a hand casually caressing his bicep. The other was lightly stroking his tumescence from stem to root with a causal flick of the wrist. Her massive breasts were engulfing his other bicep snug between the warring halves of cleavage as big as his torso. Their eyes met followed by their lips making out passionately. The bird whistle returned.

It was a trilling kind of sound off in the distance, distinctively followed by a series of three hoots that came and went in random intervals. Randy looked about, then settled on Magic's face again. Her eyes widened a little, dimples appearing at the corners of her nose and lips making her facial piercings follow as she smiled. It was a choice without words. A choice Randy had to make. His hand cupped her cheek, finding that she tilted her head into it waiting, eyes fluttering.

When his gaze drifted back to the cabin, it appeared a little closer prompting him to look at Magic who was leading the way, his cock in her hand. His manhood was throbbing, pulsing in her palm, leaking copious amounts of precum. The straps of her il-fitted brassiere were digging into shoulders looking as if they were leaving deep indentations in the soft, pliable flesh of her powerfully buxom figure. The strap along the middle of her back, even deeper.

"Eh?" Randy glanced up finding them at the cracked three paneled wooden door of the rectangular cabin, half open. It was old with chipped paint, visible cracks in its surface rickety looking enough that seemed like it would fall from the hinges of pushed hard enough. Two simple cinderblocks served as front steps to this old construct leaning at a precarious angle. This didn't stop Magic from reaching out giving it a shove anyway.

The sound of splintering and scaping wood as it swung open, didn't break Randy's resolve. It swung open with a loud haunted sounding creak of tried wood revealing a cramped, cluttered boxy rectangular interior. There was a single bed in the left corner of what amounted to a box wedged tightly against a large window opened wide, sparse sheer cheap curtains drawn hanging from a cheap metal bar at its top.

Paint chips and little bits of discarded trash littered the sill with some of the greenery intruding from an outside bush, long thin branches partially protruding into the room. The bed was unmade with some ratty looking blankets and a single sheet rumpled in a buddle atop it, obviously used frequently. Randy didn't care at this point following Magic inside further, breathing hard and audible.

The first thing he noticed was this humidity accompanied by a flowery odor sort of stringent which managed to leave a sort of taste in his mouth. The walls seemed closer together for some reason with an old, decrepit French provincial styled dresser with a big, stained mirror attached. This big crusty green towel was draped over the top of it at an angle almost touching a messy, cluttered dresser top piled high with feminine odds and ends.

There was a secondary door next to this dresser, like the other serving as the cabin's entrance. There was an old, outdated calendar hanging from a rusty nail level with his face. It was the kind with chintzy, pinup models your grandfather got from gas stations out in the sticks, back in the day. The pages were yellowed, mildew encrusted and wrinkled. The knob was mint green, rusty looking as if it would fall off if handled. Randy wanted to turn it.

"Randy..." She huffed in his ear, wetly stroking the underside of his manhood a bit harder now. His gaze shifted over to his immediate right finding her so close, he could feel her breathing on the side of his face. They stared into each other's eyes, chests heaving simultaneously. Magic licked her lips continuously jacking, tugging and slickly stroking his turgid prick, unconsciously using his copious precum as lubricant.

Randy's gaze drifted up peering out of the single window finding more lush greenery and the rough brittle looking bark of a hickory tree just outside. It was Mother Nature's curtain. His head rolled about on his shoulders reacting to Magic's fist wrapped around his thickening shaft. She'd never let go, keeping the strapping young athlete in a continuous state of arousal. It felt as if Randy would burst at any moment, but Magic kept edging him.

Her thumb teased his crown in random interval, the long nails making her fingers look akin to talons. Before he realized it, Randy was on all fours between her spread thighs, his palms flattened on the dirty bedding on either side of her neck. The bed seemed smaller, cozier likely due to Magic's big, buxom top-heavy figure. His prick was covered in thick, pulsing veins slightly curved at the end the way a lot of women liked.

"You gone baptize my cooch, Randy; then you gonna shove everything you got inside me and get at it like them greyhound races they used to have on the other side of Maplewood."

Her shifty eyes and sensual tone prompted Randy to look between his biceps finding the view obscured by Magic's gargantuan bust, covered with the only strip of clothing left on her big, womanly body. The conical brassiere was something out of older days, probably pilfered from a grandmother's dresser drawer. This twenty-something's wealth of cleavage presented itself spectacularly, surging and bulging from the front and sides of the old bra.

"... do, I know you?"

"Do you, Randy?" Magic squeezed as hard as she could, balling her fist up around his cock until her meaty hand was trembling from the pressure. Randy groaned loudly as if he'd been mortally wounded. It lasted a second or two, then dissipated as she let go fingers extended. His big cock remained pointing straight out from his crotch, freed with instantaneous and predicted explosive results. His inner thighs tightened up painfully.

"AWWWG!! AWWWG!!! UNG-UNG-UNG!!!" Several explosive bursts splattered all over Magic's bare mound and peach, defiling her inner thighs as well. Just as it seemed to subside, another round of pulsing bursts hit her cunt dead center until it was a glazed, webbed up mess. A long gooey rope started to ebb out of his crow, still connected. Randy's gaze drifted from her spoiled peach over her sloping belly finding her immense tits.

Twin mountains of coal darkened flesh staring him in the face like the black hills of Dakota. Huge sloping breasts big and even wider than his chiseled torso covered with rigid cups od intricate lace that attracted Randy's fingers magnetically. Both thumbs and forefingers discover thick nips enhanced with piercings hidden away as Magic's face came into view cushioned along her chubby cheeks by her monstrous breasts. Randy couldn't wait...

"EW!!-AAAHHHH!!! AH!! AH!! AWWG!!!" Half of his verified ten inches slid between the singular line that made up the entrance on her puffy mound. She was beyond tight, volcanically hot with an addictive quality. Randy shoved roughly feeling a stinging pain as it took three powerful thrusts to bury everything he had inside her cunt, bottoming out.

"... ah, shit that's so tight and hot. "It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that distracted him from the ear-splitting scream that accompanied his violent intrusion. Randy's chin dipped and tucked finding that her long acrylic nails had dug trenches in his pecs. Their eyes met.

"UN-UN-UN!! UNG-UNG-UNG!!! AAHH!! AW SHEET!! AW FUG!! UNG!! UNG!! UNG!!" Randy just started plugging, rutting and plunging Magic's snatch with the force of a battering ram. His excessive jizz was a potent lubricant enhanced by her grooved walls. Her husky moans and cries filled the room as she was ravaged mercilessly to the exclusion of all else. Randy had only been at it five minutes when his thighs tightened up again.

"AWWWG!! AWWWG!!! UNG-UNG-UNG!!! SHEET!! SHIT-FUCK!!!" He was "shooting up the club" before he even realized it, fucking into his own jizz scrubbing her sugary walls a man possessed. Loud wet smacks of flesh on flesh enhanced their fateful coupling. Randy remained on all fours thrusting with everything he had, grunting, whining and moaning in tandem with Magic. His chin remained tucked watching his cock battering her messy cunt.

"AW!! AH-AH-AH, SHEET!!!" Randy's eyes watered, tears streaming down his cheeks as a powerful rope shot out of the head of his cock in one sustained burst. Magic tightened up around his rod, clamping down almost snapping it in two. The dark-skinned woman was big enough that she approximated a living mattress beneath him. Her posture despite her matronly size reminded one of a frog on a lily pad all limbs spread wide but inverted.

This woman was limber enough to lay on her back, legs spread wide apart folded at the knees. The soles of her feet were facing as Randy tried to push Magic through the frayed mattress, straining. His root was mashed against her soiled peach. He wriggled his hips horizontally enjoying the tightness taking her lower body along for a brief ride. Three more thrusts into her mush earned Randy a distressed groan of audible submission.

"Ah, shit girl; what you got in here, huh?" Randy grunted trying to push himself harder against her snatch.

"Your dick."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I got all of you inside my front pocket and ahm gonna keep it for a while."

"Yeah girl, is that what you're saying, huh Magic?"

"... and doing too, Randy." This woman was decidedly an immovable object and stationary target for his rampant lust but managed to covertly roll and pop her hips making Randy feel all of it. Her cunt flexed on the base of his manhood in this gnawing motion. He looked down, then deep into her eyes, squinting randomly from the sensation. They started slowly working together, his muted roughhewn thrusting into her barely rolling hips.

"UN-UN-UN!! UNG-UNG-UNG!! AH!! AH-AH-AAAHHH!!!" He felt himself slowly inflate inside her cunt until her grooved walls were scrubbing his shaft. In seconds, they were fucking like lost lovers, focused solely on each other's eyes. This only lasted ten minutes as he faltered feeling like his meat had been placed into the loveliest of sexual grinders.

"Tanpri aksepte ofrann sa a ak anpil lòt pou swiv, aswè a ak demen. Jiskaske li vid." Magic moaned just above a whisper feeling Randy's spunk pouring into her as her opening clamped down on his weakening prick.

"Huh?"

"... my cup uh, runneth over."

"... ah, shit its tight." Randy squinted shutting his eyes tightly as Magic wriggled and rolled her hips solely but nothing else, being an immovable stationary target.

"Want it tighter, or do you wanna get up here and ride the girls?" Her eyes squinted tightly as her cunt seized up skintight around his meat.

"AH-AH-AWWW!!! SHEET!!" Randy felt it along his shaft from stem to stern, crown to base trying to thrust some more weakly faltering. Magic kept it up, slowly wrenching her hips, audibly huffing. He kept trying to push himself inside with a mountain of jiggling, dark chocolate cleavage in his face. Her breasts looked like they were inflating, bulging from the open portions of her worn brassiere.

"Just wanna stay in there like forever, don't you Randy?"

"Damn, it feels like you gotta hand in your pussy or something; feels like it's in there jerking me off. How're you doing that? Just wanna..."

"Move in there, huh?"

"AH-AH-AH SHI!! UNG!! UNG!! AW MAN, SHIT!!!" He thrust a few more times sweating so profusely that he was obliged to blow the excessive sweat from the corners of his mouth.

"Want me to wrap these legs around you?"

"Fuck."

"It's cool Randy; niggas be trying to fuck up my titties but if they go down here first I got'em on lock. You gotta a lotta nut in them balls and I want all of it, but since you cute I'll dial it down before you end up in the mix."

"You like to talk slick when a nigga pushing the back of your shit in about to break down the wall." Randy growled surprising himself as rivulets of sweat dripped from his body raining down on the buxom backwoods' nymph, dotting her heavily made-up visage.

"AUUGGG!!!" Magic's legs snapped into the small of Randy's back like a spring-loaded trap interlocked. He was thrust forward, unconsciously accommodating her large frame.

"Okay right, go at these titties then; but you gonna be sleeping on these big pretty motherfuckers." Magic challenged, cupping her huge offerings making them bulge in his face.

The big meaty surge was overwhelming drawing both of his large hands like magnets, cupping the outsides of her bounty. The moment his fingertips touched the edges of her huge breasts, Magic squeezed him as tight as she could, making them both yowl. Randy was obliged to flatten one palm on the mattress outside of her left bicep, trapped on all fours, back arched deep wedged tighter.

"AAAHHH!!!" The base of his prick was wedged skintight against her slit, locked there with her interlocked ankles bucking insistently at the small of Randy's back.

"Give-it-up-Randy." Every word came with a powerful shove of her legs making the young, gifted athlete hump robotically until a shrill whine escaped his lips.

Several strained gasps escaped his lips until things devolved leaving his teeth chattering.

"AH!! AH-AH-AH!!! AAAGGG!!!!" It felt like she was trying to snap him in two in two places; the first being her snapping cooch, the second her legs wrapped suffocatingly tight around his waist and lower back. Magic demonstrated the limberness of a much smaller woman.

His free hand hovered over her huge right breast, both wobbling and jiggling from their joint rippling motions like a waterbed. The tips of his fingers barely grazed the tip of the conical cup of the vintage brassiere haphazardly covering her breasts, spillage everywhere.

Randy's eyes became slits with tears running down his cheeks as he started spraying her insides, almost squealing.

"Told you, nigga." Magic's low sensual tone sounded melodic.

Randy's chin dipped, head rolling back weakly as he faceplanted into her massive cleavage with a loud wet smack. He was out of it, brown eyes rolling up into his head.

Magic's words were prophetic.

[DARKNESS]

... TO BE CONTINUED.

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Author's Notes:

I love writing for my fans and realize it's been quite some time since I posted here on Literotica. com. The reason for this is quite simple. Several individuals have decided to plagiarize and publish bastardized versions of my catalog here on this site. I have not published any stories outside of this site. My legitimate works as an Erotic Writer are exclusively here on Literotica. If you see my work outside of this site, it has been pirated. I love writing. I love writing for my fans, specifically speaking. Don't support bastardized knockoffs of my work, please. Don't support criminals. It's always a joy to post content on the site for readers, specifically my fans. The pirates WILL be DEALT with. Trust and believe, I'm highly litigious. Some of my content is on hiatus because of this situation.

I will continue to post and look forward to your feedback in the comments section.

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