Delta County Mississippi Pt. 05

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.

Josana was lying on her belly, warmed by the afterglow of an amazing fucking and watching her husband suck his first cock.

"Nice, baby, nice!"

Henry placed his hand on the reverend's head and slowly pumped his cock into his mouth. Elijah Decuir wasn't the first man to suck his cock. Back in the day, he and Amanda Tate went to parties where men sucked his cock. He even fucked some of them while they fucked her.

"It'll be a while before I can cum again, Boss. But I don't mind you sucking me."

The reverend pulled the cock from his mouth and looked sheepishly at his wife.

"Go on, baby! Enjoy," She smirked and patted him on the ass.

As he took Henry's cock back into his mouth, her finger slipped between his ass cheeks and pressed on his anus. He was appalled yet aroused. However, nothing could stop him from the pleasure he was getting from sucking cock, not even when Josana buried her index finger in his anus, found his prostate, and began stroking it.

"Motherfucker," the reverend screamed.

Initially, he shrank away, trying to get his wife's invading finger out of his ass. However, she persisted in giving him his first prostate massage, and he thrust back, burying his wife's finger deeper in his ass.

"You like that, baby," she crooned.

"What are you doing to me," he said through clenched teeth.

"Making you feel good, baby."

Henry stroked his donkey dick as he watched the couple. He pulled his dick out of the reverend's mouth and slapped it against the reverend's face, encouraging him to suck it some more.

The reverend howled like a bitch in heat as he took Henry's cock in his mouth. His head bobbed wantonly as he simultaneously got his ass finger fucked and sucked Henry's cock. His cocksucking was so enthusiastic that Henry was ready to cum again in no time.

"I'se ready to cum again," Henry rumbled.

"Cum in his mouth, Henry! You want that, don't you, baby?"

Before the reverend could respond, Henry's cock swelled in his mouth, causing him to feel discomfort at the corners of his mouth. Henry exploded in his mouth with all of the force of a firehose, forcing a powerful stream of cum into the Reverend Decuir's mouth.

He gulped repeatedly, trying to swallow it all. His mouth overflowed, and cum squirted out of the corners of his mouth, covering his cheeks and running down his chin.

Simultaneously, under the incredible sensations of his wife's prostate massage, he began cumming, spilling his seed on the church floor. The feeling was so intense that the church blurred around him. He collapsed to the wood floor, pulling his wife's finger from his ass and smearing his cum on his belly.

"Oh my lord," he groaned as he slowly regained his senses, "that was incredible."

"Very nice, baby! Now we can share cocks!"

Henry was naked on his knees above the preacher. Despite his exertions, he breathed easily with the sweat streaming off his body. Even after cumming twice in s short time, his cock hung heavy, partially erect.

He stared at the preacher's slender mocha ass, and his cock jumped. It had been a while since he fucked a man. Henry had never heard of bisexuality. He just knew that it felt as good fucking a man as a woman. And the Reverend Decuir's slim ass looked eminently fuckable

Josana noticed his intent look and the pulsing of his semi-hard cock. She stroked her husband's ass, her finger toying with his anus.

"Did you like my finger in your ass, baby,"

She beckoned for Henry to come closer. The reverend was in a twilight zone in the afterglow of his soul-shaking orgasm. He was lying on his belly in his warm sticky cum with his head supported by his arms crossed under it. His asshole twitched as he recalled the incredible feeling of being finger fucked.

"I loved it. We have to add that to our sex play."

He started when Henry's work-roughened hand stroked his ass. At some level, he knew what was coming. If he continued to lie here, Henry would fuck him.

He groaned when Henry's index finger, much larger than his wife's, pressed against his starfish, then entered.

"Josana, I'm not sure about this."

"Shush, baby! We promised each other ten years ago when we began our sexual journey that we would explore all aspects of sexuality."

She leaned down, her mouth close to his ear, and whispered, "I want to see you get fucked!"

The preacher's ass rotated as Henry's large finger fucked him. The pressure on his prostate was greater than when his wife did it.

"I don't know, Josana, maybe..."

He moaned in disappointment when Henry pulled his finger from his ass. He reflexively raised his ass in the air and pushed back, trying to keep it there.

Josana nodded wickedly at Henry, who moved behind the preacher, lined his cock up with his anus, and pushed in.

"No! No!"

The Reverand Decuir tried to shrink away from Henry's invading dick. However, Henry was much stronger and held his slim ass firmly as he slowly entered his bowels.

For the first time in their two hour fuckfests, Henry smiled. The reverend's ass felt amazing and was as tight as his wife's pussy. He lay on Elijah's back, reached under him and stroked the reverend's cock.

"It hurts, Josana, please make him stop."

The Reverand clawed at the cum stained wooden floor, trying to crawl away.

"Relax, baby," she cooed while stroking his back.

Her eyes were wide, bright, and gleaming as she watched Henry's coal-black cock sink between the cheeks of her husband's café au latte ass.

"Oh God, no! Make him stop! It hurts!"

Despite his protestations and the pain, a strange sensation coursed through his body. Nerve endings that usually only reacted to something coming out of his ass now reacted to something entering it.

Involuntarily, as though he were having a bowel movement, his sphincter muscles tightened around the massive invader. When Henry pulled on his hips, bringing him to his knees, he pushed back and felt the huge black man's balls slap against his ass.

"He tight, and I like fucking him, Miss, and I don't think I can cum anymore."

Josana knelt close to her husband's lust-contorted face. "We don't want him to stop, do we, baby?"

The Reverend Decuir turned his head toward his wife and shook it. "No, but please kiss me!"

The husband and wife shared a tongue-filled kiss while Henry rhythmically fucked his ass. His big hands almost cover it.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop," the preacher pleaded while thrusting his ass back.

Henry grimaced, enjoying having his cock buried in the preacher's ass. He knew there was little chance of him cumming, but he loved the sensation of his cock sliding in Decuir's bowels.

"I'm going to cum, Josana," Elijah Decuir gasped while slamming his ass back against Henry's dick.

Josana lay on her back, squeezed under her husband, and took his cock in her mouth.

"Cum now, baby," she mumbled, sucking him.

Reacting to Henry's cock in his ass and his wife sucking his cock, the preacher exploded, cumming as he had never cum before. His screams echoed through the church.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Josana gagged as she tried to swallow the torrent that poured from her husband. In fifteen years of marriage, she had never seen him cum so hard or so long. Finally, she rolled on her back, and her husband collapsed to his belly. They lay there for a minute, recovering.

"I'se got to go. My wife has dinner waiting for me."

The satisfied smile on Henry's face broadened as he watched his cum stream from the reverend's ass.

The reverend rolled to his back, further smearing his cum on his body. Josana lay on his body, smearing the cum.

"Okay, Henry, until next time. We'll work on the roof tomorrow."

"Yessir Boss."

Henry dressed, left the church, and began the short walk to his home. He had lied about dinner. There was something else waiting for him at home. He saw his son's truck parked in front as he approached it. He quietly entered his home, carefully avoiding the squeaky boards, and peered into the backyard through the screen door.

He was illiterate and wouldn't recognize his name if it marched past him in letters the size of boxcars at slow speed. However, he had a native intelligence, what the people in the South called mother wit. He knew his son, Caleb, and his wife were fucking.

It didn't bother him; he enjoyed watching them. He crept onto the porch and through the house, carefully avoiding the squeaky boards. It was a part of who he was: the voyeur, the silent observer of forbidden pleasures.

Now, whenever he saw his son's truck in front of the house, he snuck in and watched them. This time he missed them fucking, but he did watch his wife suck their son off and then hold the cum in her mouth so he could see it. He was disappointed he missed them fucking and decided he had seen enough this time.

"Tilda! I'm home!"

Henry peeped through the door, watching Caleb pop up, and frantically looked around for his clothes.

His wife, Tilda, lay naked on her back, too drunk and far gone in her reverie to move. Caleb pulled her to her feet and hurriedly dressed her to prevent disaster.

Henry Carruthers held back, giving them a chance to dress. Then he stepped into the yard.

"' Evening Caleb, Tilda! Whew! It's been a hot day!"

"Yes, it has," Tilda said, plopping down on the swing with her legs spread and her pussy full of her son's cum.

"Well, I'd better be getting home. Sharonda is due any day."

His father looked from his son leaving to his wife sprawled on the swing. He had enjoyed the show and looked forward to the next time.

He knelt in front of his wife, pushed her dress up around her waist, buried his face in her fragrant sweaty pussy, and ate his son's cream pie.

"Henry, what are you doing?"

"You don't want me to eat your pussy," Henry rumbled.

Still feeling the effects of her tryst with her son, Tilda threw her plump legs over her husband's back. Her drunken brain was trying to process why it seemed when she fucked her son, her husband ate her pussy afterward. She was sure he didn't know about her and Caleb but it did seem strange.

"I love it when you eat me out, baby."

Henry cupped his wife's ass and pulled her to him, relishing the ambrosia of their intermingled juices.

Chapter 02

Caleb hurried from his parent's house and quickly walked to his truck in front of their home. He and his mother had a few close shaves, but this was the closest yet. Henry almost caught them fucking!

As Caleb reflected, he couldn't help but recall the sight of his father's bulging cock in his coveralls. The image lingered in his mind, but he quickly dismissed the thought of Henry watching them. After all, Henry was a devoted father and provider and more than a little mentally slow. It was unfathomable to Caleb that his father would engage in something as kinky as voyeurism, especially when it involved his son and wife.

"Yo, Caleb!"

Caleb turned and saw Noah Moses, his best friend, sitting on his porch. He was shirtless wearing cutoff jeans and was barefoot, the epitome of summer ease in the Bottoms. A mason jar of homemade corn squeezings swayed in his hand as he beckoned, a silent invitation to join him in the season's simple joys.

In their adventures, he and Moses had tag-teamed a few women, including the unforgettable Callie Collins, on more than one occasion.

"How are they hanging, Moses?"

"Low and full, homie!"

"Where's your new lady friend?"

In The Bottoms, rumors tend to spread like wildfire. It was an open secret that had been circulating for several weeks. Kay Randall, a local farmer's wife, had been paying regular visits to Mose. He seduced her while doing odd jobs on her farm. Now she was addicted to his dominance of her and his black cock.