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Hospice Care
by Dick Coxxx (address withheld)

***

A pretty blonde wife volunteers for a Hospice Care 
program to help ease the pain of a terminally ill black 
man. She does much more than she expected. (MMF, wife, 
intr, preg)

***

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 naïve 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. 

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