Traci Jones had been very pleased with the hospice care
that her mother had received just before her mother
died of breast cancer. Hospice care is supposed to
assist terminally ill patients die with comfort and
dignity after all other medical measures have been
completely and thoroughly exhausted. Traci’s mom died
at the early age of fifty-three and Traci wanted to
help other patients as hospice had helped her mother
die gracefully.
Traci inquired at her church about becoming a hospice
caregiver and was encouraged to take the required
training. Although her husband of ten years wasn’t very
interested in helping, Traci finally prevailed over her
husband, Mike, to join her as a hospice caregiver.
Traci taught high school by day and was a hospice
caregiver at night. Her first patient was an elderly
black gentleman, Malcolm Taylor. Malcolm had recently
turned sixty-nine but still had a full head of hair
even though it was mainly salt and pepper gray. Malcolm
maintained his aging body with daily rigorous walks of
five miles and worked out at the gym. He had been a
boxer when he was younger.
Traci and Mike planned to meet with patients before
going to Wednesday evening church service. Mike drove
their new BMW over to Malcolm’s apartment on the other
side of town. The patient’s apartment was close to
being the proverbial “tenement slum” but Traci didn’t
want to prejudge her new patient. In fact, Malcolm
seemed like a very nice fellow despite his being black.
Although Traci didn’t think of herself as prejudiced
against Negroes, she hadn’t been around black people
very much.
Because Malcolm was terminally ill with cancer, Traci
was authorized to give him some marijuana for medicinal
purposes to help ease his constant pain. Malcolm
readily took what was offered as he had been a lot of
pain lately. While Mike and Traci were at Malcolm’s
home that first night, they met Malcolm’s son, Marcus,
and Malcolm’s grandson, DeWayne. Marcus was probably in
his mid-forties, while DeWayne was close to twenty.
Traci didn’t seem to notice, but her husband observed
that DeWayne was always trying to look up Traci’s short
skirt or look down her blouse. Mike knew that men liked
to look at his lovely wife and sometimes he became
jealous. This time, however, Mike didn’t understand why
his dick stirred in his pants.
At thirty, Traci was about half way between the ages of
Marcus and DeWayne. She kept her girlish figure by
faithfully working out on a regular basis and playing a
mean game of tennis when she could. Mike continued to
watch the young black man as he stared wantonly at the
lovely blonde wife.
Traci was an excellent cook and Malcolm absolutely
loved her cooking. She brought home cooked food with
her to every visit. He especially enjoyed her
blackberry cobbler and her store-bought Blue Bell
homemade vanilla ice cream. Mike and Traci’s weekly
visits to Malcolm went on for several weeks. Malcolm
looked forward to the beautiful white wife’s weekly
visits. Traci always brought the stash of medicinal
marijuana along with her great tasting food.
Traci realized that her patient might not live too much
longer.
“Malcolm,” Traci asked, “is there anything that I can
possibly do for you to make you last days here on earth
any better?” She really wasn’t exactly sure how to ask
the question.
“Why yes there is Missy.” The old black man called all
white women “Missy” regardless of their age. “You are
one fine lookin’ white woman. Before I pass, I’d like
to spend one night with you.”
It took Traci a moment to comprehend what she had just
heard. She looked over at her husband who had a funny
look on his face.
“Uhh,” she stammered. “I’ll have to get back with you
on that request.”
Shortly afterwards, they said their good-byes as she
and Mike went on to Wednesday evening church services
and then back on home.
***
Later that night, as his lovely wife was getting ready
for bed, Mike said, “Can you believe what that old
black codger said? He actually said he wanted to fuck
you.”
“Now, Dear,” She replied indignantly. “That’s not
exactly what he said. Malcolm said that he would like
to spend one night with me not fuck me. I could just
hold him in my arms and comfort him. I’m sure that’s
what he meant.”
“I really don’t think that’s what he meant, Dear. He
wants to stick his big black cock into your sweet
little white pussy before he dies. There are many men
out there who would love to fuck you and you know it.
Any Blackman would give his left nut to fuck you. I’ve
seen the way Malcolm’s son and grandson have lustfully
looked at you when we are there. They would love to rip
you clothes off and rape you right then and there on
the spot. Black men only want to rape white women.
Don’t you know that? He wants to fuck you just like
every other black man does.”
“Mike,” his beautiful blonde wife said emphatically.
“First of all, don’t use that dirty four letter word
when you are talking about making love to someone.
Secondly, that old black man is one of the gentlest
Negro persons that I’ve ever met. I know he respects me
for who I am.”
“Traci, you are just kidding yourself. Fucking or
“making love” is one of the most basic of instincts. If
that old guy can still get a hard-on, he would love to
stick it to you.”
“Right,” replied his wife sarcastically.
Traci put on her black lace nightgown, turned off the
bedroom light and slipped into bed with her husband.
Mike had a raging hard-on just talking about the old
black man possibly fucking Traci. His lovely blonde
wife must have also been turned on because they made
the most passionate love that that they have made in a
long time that night, not only once but twice. Mike
thought that twice was highly unusual but he loved it.
His dick almost got hard a third time thinking about
the black man’s big cock thrusting in and out of his
wife’s tight little white pussy.
***
The next morning at breakfast, Traci said, “Okay I’ll
do it.”
“Do what?” asked Mike.
“I’ll sleep with Malcolm to ease his pain.”
“I don’t believe it but okay,” Mike replied, his little
white dick twitching in his jockeys.
“I’ll call Malcolm later today and set it up for this
Saturday night. You can be his ‘date’ for the evening.”
***
Saturday came. Traci wanted to look good for her date
but not slutty. She was just going to comfort the old
black man, not seduce him.
The lovely blonde wife took a long, soothing bath while
drinking a glass of white wine. After she shaved her
legs and underarms, Traci trimmed her curly blonde bush
in the shape of a small triangle pointing towards her
love nest not that the black man would ever see it.
While she didn’t want to dress too sexy as she was
going to wear one of her conservative school teaching
outfits, she did slip into a lacy black panties and bra
set that revealed her blonde bush and taut pink
nipples.
Traci selected a black skirt that came down to just
below mid-thigh with a white blouse. She thought about
wearing hose but decided against it as she stepped into
a pair of sexy black leather Tommy Choo high heels. She
had a string of black Mikimoto pearls for a necklace
and bracelet that was a tenth wedding anniversary
present from her husband. A matching pair of black
pearl studs adorned her ears. Traci sprayed her
favorite perfume, White Shoulders, behind each ear and
wicked lifted the hem of her skirt to spray some
perfume near the apex of her firm white thighs.
Mike and Traci ate dinner together before Mike dropped
his wife off at Malcolm’s apartment. They had a bottle
of wine with dinner to try to loosen Traci up a little.
Mike was almost as excited as his lovely wife was.
“Dear,” Mike said. “Call me on your cell phone when you
want me to come back to pick you up. Otherwise just
relax and enjoy yourself.”
“Let Old Man Malcolm enjoy you as well,” he said under
his breath as he was about to drive away leaving his
sweet blonde wife to fend for herself.
Mike had some regrets about leaving his wife with a
black man but it was her wishes. It was kind of his
wishes as well but he wished that he could be there
with her just in case she needed any help. He also
thought it might be kind of neat to watch his beautiful
blonde wife getting thoroughly ravished by a well-hung
black man.
***
As Traci swung her beautiful legs out of the low-slung
sports car, she heard a whistle come from the black man
sitting on the tenements steps.
“Ooohhh, whee. Look at ’em pretty white legs. Me and my
big “Willie” here sure ‘nuf would likes to see where
they meet,” as the black man stroked his loins through
his jeans.”
Traci blushed bright red at the Negro’s lurid comments.
She quickly tugged on the hem of her skirt but not
before she had given the Negro quite a show.
As she walked up the steps to ring the doorbell, she
felt like a high-class whore for the very first time.
She almost lost all of her courage.
Malcolm welcomed the pretty blonde wife into his
apartment. He smelled the fragrance of her sweet
perfume as his big black cock stirred in his pants. She
smelled the distinct odor of marijuana waifing in the
air.
“Come in, come in,” said the spider to the fly. “I
wasn’t sure if you would show. Make yourself
comfortable. Let me pour you a glass of wine.”
Traci already had plenty of wine to drink but she went
ahead and accepted his offer. When she settled in on
the sofa, Malcolm sat down close beside her and lit up
a joint. After taking a deep drag on the reefer,
Malcolm handed the roach clip to her.
The beautiful young blonde wife hesitated before taking
the marijuana cigarette from the black terminally-ill
patient. She had never before smoked marijuana but then
again she had never been with another man before,
especially a black man. She coughed a couple of times
after inhaling the powerful smoke.
The additional glass of wine and the acrid reefer did
indeed help to loosen up the timid blonde wife. She did
not shy away when Malcolm rested his black hand on her
bare thigh just below the hem of her skirt. They talked
a little more before the marijuana worked its magic.
“Why don’t you dance for me?”
Traci was a little woozy when she got up but she began
to sway seductively to the soft music. She closed her
eyes as the effects form the wine and marijuana coursed
through her lovely body.
“Take off your blouse.”
Traci turned away from Malcolm and began to unbutton
her lacy blouse. She turned slightly back towards
Malcolm on the couch and playfully let the blouse slip
off of one shoulder revealing the smooth white skin of
her bare shoulder. As she removed the blouse, she
tossed the useless garment over to her soon to be new
black lover.
The now not so timid wife unzipped her skirt, letting
it fall around her trim ankles. Traci was clothed only
in her sheer bra, panties and her sexy high heels. The
blonde beauty reached behind her back and unsnapped the
bra. She cupped her hands over her bare breasts before
turning back around to face the older black man. Traci
smiled that sweet innocent smile of hers that would
melt any man’s heart and raise his cock no matter how
old he might be. She let her arms slip down her side
and revealed her two magnificent twin orbs.
Malcolm licked his thick black lips as he stared in
lust at the beautiful blonde wife. Traci was not his
first white pussy but he hoped that she wouldn’t be his
last but the cancer was beginning to eat away at him at
an accelerated pace. Fortunately it hadn’t affected his
huge black cock from getting an erection.
The old black man bent forward towards his lovely prey
and slowly pulled her panties down her long legs. Traci
leaned forward to put her hands on his still strong
black shoulders. She looked at the contrast of black of
his skin against the white of her pretty little
fingers. Traci had previously decided to keep on her
wedding ring and, at that moment, the diamond caught a
ray of light that made it sparkle.
Malcolm finished drawing the sheer panties down her
smooth skin and reveled in the fact that the white
woman he was about to give the fucking of her sweet
life was a true blonde. He loved all white women but he
loved blondes the most. Her little blonde muff of pussy
hair was in the shape of a love triangle pointing
towards her moistening loins.
Traci swooned as she felt his thick black lips on her
own hot cuntal lips. She thought that she would faint.
Her husband had always wanted to go down on her but she
thought that it was just too dirty of a thing to do.
Now here she was letting a stranger, a black man,
sample the taste of honey coming from her sweet nectar.
The black man’s long tongue snaked its way into her
tight pussy. Traci experienced her very first orgasm.
She had come close with her husband a couple of times
before but not to actually cumming. The cum began to
flow freely.
Malcolm stood up next to the pretty blonde wife. She
could taste her own cum on his lips as his tongue now
explored her willing mouth. Their kiss lasted only
minutes but to Traci it seemed like a lifetime. Her own
husband had never kissed her like this before.
They moved back and forth to the music as Malcolm
rubbed his bulging cock against her bare pussy. He
whispered in her ear, “Missy, it time for you to do me
now. Take my clothes off.”
Traci took a small step away from the black patient and
quickly unbuttoned his shirt. For an old man, she was
amazed at the shape he was in as he still worked out at
the boxing gymnasium three times a week.
The beautiful blonde hospice caregiver unzipped his
pants. He wasn’t wearing any underwear so his fully
erect cock sprang out to greet her.
“Oh my God!” she gasped. “Your dick is more than twice
as big as my husband’s penis.
Indeed it was. Malcolm sported a big black cock that
was eleven inches long which was more than twice as
long as Mike’s five inches. The big black cock was also
substantially thicker than her husband.
Her tongue came out from her sweet mouth and she tasted
her first cock. Once again, her husband had tried in
vain to get her to give him a blow job but to no avail.
Now she was parting her red lips to accept half of his
length down her throat. Malcolm would teach this pretty
blonde wife the secrets of deep-throating at another
time.
The black man had to really exercise self control over
himself as he just about shot the thick wad in her warm
mouth. He knew exactly where he needed to plant his
dark seed. Malcolm wanted to leave this na�ve young
wife a present to remember him by in nine months after
he had already passed away from the ravages of cancer.
This would be one of his last acts to get back at the
white man.
Malcolm encouraged all black men to fuck as many pretty
white women as they could. Maybe the black man couldn’t
take the white man’s job or his money but he could
surely take his women. Once they had a taste of big
black meat, they just wouldn’t go back to white.
Malcolm laid the pretty blonde wife on the edge of the
bed and spread her legs. He ate her blonde pussy out
one more time just to make sure that she was lubricated
enough for him to get his big black cock into her tight
little blonde snatch. Traci squirmed again as his
tongue danced in and out of her slick vagina. Her
manicured fingers went to the kinky black hair on his
head and pulled him even closer to her quivering pussy.
Traci experienced another orgasm. “She’s ready now,”
thought Malcolm to himself.
The old black man crawled his way up the length of her
waiting body stopping only at her navel letting his
tongue lap at the tiny opening. She was wearing a belly
ring that he flicked several times with his tongue.
Next Malcolm suckled on her breasts like a baby getting
milk from its mother. He took one nipple into his mouth
as his tongue swirled around the hardening tip. When he
finished feasting on her tits, he moved up and kissed
the blonde beauty once again on the lips. Then he
whispered in her ear, “Put it in for me, Missy.”
Traci knew what he meant. She reached between his
muscular loins and guided the huge black organ towards
her widespread pussy. Malcolm eased the tip against her
tight opening and began to press forward. At first it
appeared that the giant black monster wouldn’t fit.
Malcolm grunted as he thrust his hips forward in a
powerful stroke. Traci screamed out loud just as the
thick knob penetrated her near-virginal opening.
Malcolm knew she could scream all night and not bother
anyone. Nobody in this kind of neighborhood ever
investigated a scream before. They already knew that
someone was either getting beaten or the fucking of
their life. Traci was about to get the fucking.
Finally, Malcolm worked all eleven inches of his thick
black cock into her tight white pussy. As he ground
into her, his kinky, coarse black dick hair intertwined
with her curly fine blonde pussy hair. This was
intermingling of the races at its best. Her husband’s
puny white dick would never again satisfy this new
whore for black cock.
Traci’s legs came up to grip the black man’s muscular
hips. Her arms embraced his broad black back. They
soul-kissed for so long that it was hard for Traci to
catch her breath. Traci and Malcolm spent several hours
together. She had never been fucked so thoroughly
before.
Malcolm got up to use the bathroom after shooting three
heavy loads deep inside her tight womb. If that didn’t
impregnate the blonde wife he knew who could.
He turned on his cell phone and made a call to his son.
“Hey, Marcus. You wanna piece of that good-looking
blonde hospice woman? If so, you better grab DeWayne
and get your black nigga ass over here pronto. I gots
her ready and loosened up for ya.”
It wasn’t long before Traci noticed that two other men
had entered Malcolm’s tiny bedroom. They were both
black and they were both nude. Their huge nigga cocks
jutted out from their loins. She recognized them as
Malcolm’s son, Marcus, and Malcolm’s grandson, Dewayne.
At twelve inches, Marcus was bigger than his father but
between the grandson’s legs was thirteen inches of
throbbing coal black cock ready for some pretty white
pussy.
Between Malcolm, Marcus and DeWayne, Traci took over
three feet of black cock that night. They even did her
first of many double penetrations with Marcus in her
wide stretched pussy and Malcolm claiming her sweet
ass.
***
Malcolm died about six weeks later but not without
having Traci in his bed every night fucking the
daylights out of the pretty blonde wife. Her husband
even started coming over to watch her get nigga-fucked
and even made several videotapes of his beautiful
blonde wife with a number of other well-hung black men.
Mike would sit over in the corner beating his tiny puny
white dick as the niggers fuck his pretty blonde wife
over and over again. He thought that the black fucking
might wear out her now not so tiny little white pussy.
Traci stayed married to her husband but moved in with
Marcus to be with him every night. Malcolm’s adult
really knew how to treat a woman in need of big black
cock. Traci got more than she could handle. She quit
her teaching job at the high school so she could give
her white pussy to Marcus and others whenever Marcus
wanted her to.
Traci was addicted to big black cock and still does
hospice care but only for black men. Most of the time
she will either give her patients a hand job or maybe
even a blowjob. Traci has learned the art of deep-
throating and for the size of the big black cocks that
she has deep throated, that is really saying something.
Since her first “date” with Malcolm as a hospice
caregiver, she has only fucked blacks. Traci has had so
many black cocks that she lost count of all of her
black lovers.
Oh, and by the way, nine months after her “date” with
Malcolm, Traci gave birth to a very healthy and robust
black boy. They named him “Malcolm X” after the black
activist and just called him “X.” She knew that X would
get more than his share of white pussy when he got
older as X had a cock on him that even a black stallion
would brag about.
Also, if it wasn’t X suckling at her tits, it was some
other black boy sucking on them.