1. Impregnated by the Black Mountain Man


    Date: 12/2/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: edlangston, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    dildo except that it also allowed his dick to slide inside of it and be stimulated. This new, twelve inch, combination dildo and masturbation sleeve was an amazing enhancement to our sex life. It became routine for us to fantasize that he was a stranger fucking me, and also that he was eating another man’s semen and sperm from my pussy. I didn’t really understand Ed’s attraction to the fantasy of eating cum, and he really got off on it. For the first time ever I was getting my large vagina almost completely filled with the fake cock. And Ed was getting the almost-realistic feeling of fucking me as if I had a normal-sized vagina. So now back to more recent times in the story. We had been in our new home for only about six months at the time of the flood. Our family was home at the time the heavy rains started. We weren’t that concerned since previous heavy rains had not caused serious floods. We were comfortable that our preparation and supplies were sufficient to sustain us for at least six months. The rains began in the evening and we stayed inside until the afternoon of the second full day of rain. We heard the roaring of the creek and decided to bundle up our daughter and walk down the trail to see it. We were amazed to see that the creek which was normally about fifteen feet wide and three feet deep had swollen to one hundred feet wide and twelve feet higher than the normal high-water level. There were trees and parts of cabins rushing down the creek and many of the trees ...
    adjacent to the creek were either leaning over or totally swept away. We walked up and down the creek a little ways. Then Ed spotted what looked to be a man lying in the rocks and partially submerged in the water. We got closer and realized that it was a large black man wearing jeans and a flannel shirt that had been ripped and torn by the debris in the creek. He was moaning and only barely breathing and had scrapes and bruises all over his body, at least the parts that we could see. Ed looked at him closely and said, “That looks like Black Mountain Jack. He’s a local legend in this area and he has, or at least did have, a cabin about a half mile upstream from here.” I knew that we had to get him out of the cold water, but I took a moment to ask Ed, “What’s that about him being a local legend? I’ve never heard of him.” Ed smiled and said, “He’s about forty-five years old and you can see that he is big a man, at six feet and four inches tall and probably two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle. He inherited his cabin, which was only a few feet about the normal high-water level of the creek. He works odd jobs as a lumber jack and miner, or anything else he can find to make a little money. He is pretty much a recluse and seldom goes into town. But when he does go to the tavern looking for women, the men usually try to fight with him to show how tough they are. Of course Jack always kicks their asses. He is mainly a mild-mannered and gentle guy, until people fuck with him. ...
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