In the segregated South of the 1940s, blacks were relegated to the least desirable sections of the community. In Delta City, it was by the Little Sunflower River and was called The Bottoms.
The houses were built on supports, so the Spring floods went under the house and not through. After the floods came the mosquitos. However, after the land dried, it was a picture postcard with homes nestled next to the flowing stream.
This story is a crossover from The Farmhand, continuing the Noah Moses character.
Delta County, MS- The Bottoms
Chapter 01
The Reverend Elijah Decuir was naked, sitting in the front pew of his church. Next to the ornate pulpit, Henry Carruthers was fucking his wife, Josana. He slowly stroked his sizable cock, marveling at Henry's stamina and the size of his cock. In their 15 years of marriage and ten years of sharing her, he had never seen a man fuck her with such intensity.
The Reverend Decuir and his wife Josana were light-skinned Creoles, what people in the region called 'high yellow.' They were the product of decades of miscegenation.
Josana's skin was a rich caramel, a testament to the tapestry of cultures that flowed through her veins—French, African, Spanish, and a hint of something mysterious that no one could quite place. Her slanted almond-shaped eyes, framed by thick lashes, were the deep brown of chicory coffee.
Her curves were as generous, from her full, jiggly D cups to her heart-shaped bubble butt. Her silhouette was reminiscent of the Black actress Tessa Thompson.
Her hair, damp with the sweat of her exertions, was as dark as the bayou at midnight. It cascaded down her back in a torrent of curls that caught the light and seemed to dance with a life of their own.
The Reverend Decuir was tall and slender. His skin tone was a deep espresso, blending the vestiges of his French, Spanish, and African forebears. His hair was coiffed neatly in tight, expressive coils.
Their sexual appetites were as complex as their lineage. Early on, they learned to separate sex from love. What the couple did with each other was make love. What Henry was doing was fucking. Many men had fucked Josana; only one made love with her.
"Is he fucking you good, Josana?"
The look on his wife's face was rapturous. She was kneeling in the ornate hand-carved sanctuary, carved from African oak and trimmed in red and black velvet. Her big jugs swung, and she thrust her bubble butt back, burying Henry's donkey dick deep in her pussy.
"Elijah, this is the best dick ever," she gasped.
She was barely able to talk, such was the intensity of the feelings running through her body.
"Henry's like a machine. He don't say much, but he don't need to!"
Josana turned her head and saw the intensity of the look on the face of the man mountain giving her the fucking of her life. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, evidence of the fervor of their passionate encounter. His strong, work-roughened hands firmly grasped her broad hips, pulling her back to meet his pile driver-like thrusts. The intensity of their connection was palpable, fueling their shared desire. In that moment, they were consumed by the raw passion that bound them together, lost in the symphony of their bodies moving.
"I'se ready to cum, boss."
Henry Carruthers' voice was like the rumble of distant thunder. You heard and felt it.
"Yes! Fill me up! I want my pussy to overflow with your jizz!"
"Now you know he can't do that, baby. We cain't have no babies."
"I know, I know," she groaned, "but I need to feel his cum in me!"
Her face was contorted by lust, and her hips thrusting, she turned to her husband.
"Maybe you can suck his cum outta me afterward like you did last time," she gasped, barely able to speak.
The reverend unconsciously licked his lips. The last time Henry fucked his wife was the first time he ate her pussy afterward. He savored the taste of Henry's cum mixed with his wife's pussy juices and wanted more!
Despite the latex shortage, condom manufacturing went through the roof in the war years. However, most of them went to the soldiers. The availability in the States, particularly in rural America, was spotty.
As he stood and approached the couple, his gaze fixed on the sight before him. A smile tugged at his lips as he recalled their decision to begin sharing Josana. There have been many men and women in the years since that decision. However, Henry was the best fucker by far.
Henry's cock, powerful and unyielding, stretched his wife's pussy to its limits. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, as evidenced by the creamy white foam that enveloped both Josana's throbbing pussy and Henry's pulsating member. Elijah couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and arousal, a testament to the unbridled passion unfolding before his eyes.
He laid his hand on Henry's back, tracing the contours of strength beneath the skin. Each muscle stood out like a tightrope, a testament to Henry's vigor and the many hours of toil that had sculpted such a robust frame.
"Cum in her, Henry!" He stroked his sweaty back as Henry, his body undulating with a steady rhythm as he thrust forcefully, redoubled his efforts stroking hard and deep into Josana's pussy.
"Dear fucking god this is good dick!"
Josana's passionate screams filled the air, a raw expression of pleasure and desire played across her face as Henry's fucking excited every nerve in her body. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming, causing the world around them to fade into a blur as her senses focused solely on the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her veins.
Usually sanctified and revered, the church became a stage for their passionate encounter. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the electrifying connection between them as they reached new heights of arousal, leaving Josana breathless and filled with a sense of euphoria.
"I'se cumming, boss!"
Sweat streamed off him as his powerful thews drove his cock deep in her. Josana's pussy clamped down, gripping the thick iron rod and stretching her cunt, trying to force him to cum.
Sweat cascaded down his massive body as his unmatched strength propelled him deep into her pussy. With each powerful thrust, he delved deeper into the depths of Josana's pussy, their bodies merging in a passionate dance of lust. The intensity of their connection reached its zenith as Josana's cunt muscles tightened around his cock, coaxing his release. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he succumbed to the force of her mind-blowing orgasms, cumming with her in a moment of shared ecstasy.
The Reverend Decuir knelt beside them, his gaze shifting from the pulsing cock in his wife's pussy to the sheer bliss radiating from her face. His eyes widened in admiration as Henry's cock pulsed, pumping a torrent of white hot cum into his wife.With a firm push against Henry's beefy chest, he asserted his presence and authority.
"Pull out, Henry!"
Henry did as he was told, walking back on his knees. It seemed to take forever for his tool to finally exit Josana's pussy. He rocked back on his heels, barely breathing hard. His cock was semi-hard and still dripping cum when the reverend pushed between them.
The Reverend Decuir stared in amazement at the size of his wife's gaping cunt and the torrent of Henry's cum streaming from it like water over a waterfall. He licked his lips in anticipation, then buried his face in her pussy.
"Yes, baby! Clean mama's pussy! Get all his cum out of me."
She pressed her overflowing pussy against her husband's eager face, smearing it with her juices and Henry's cum. Her fervent movements increased, causing the reverend to retreat momentarily to catch his breath.
As the Reverend Decuir gasped, catching his breath, the final drizzles of cum from Henry's softening cock dripped into his mouth. Startled, he smacked his lips, and his eyes widened. It was a taste, unlike anything he had ever tasted. It caused his head to spin and his ears to roar. He raised his head, took Henry's cock in his mouth, and lavished it with his tongue as he licked and sucked it clean.
This was Elijah's first cock, but he knew it wouldn't be his last. It was at once pliant but rigid with an unparalleled taste.
