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Writer’s Note: This is my submission for the Halloween Contest. Hope you enjoy the and vote. All feedback is welcomed. Thanks for reading.
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There is a legend of a man.
A wronged man who was killed for being ahead of his time.
A cocksmith. He had it all: Looks. A thousandwatt smile. Muscular physique. Charm. Big . Long Tongue.
And he could fuck.
They said he could fuck for days. He could cum multiple times. He could please a woman in a hundred ways. He could make any woman cum, as fast as he wanted to and as many times as he wanted to. His signature was cumming three times: once in the mouth, once in the pussy, and once in the ass.
Unfortunately for him. He was born a black man in a time when black men were not equal. Thus, he was deemed a threat.
Murdered in cold blood. His killers made an example out of our him. They cut off his tongue, his balls and his dick and hung him up with a hook shoved so far up his ass that the hook came out the middle of his back.
They left him outside to rot for all to see. For all the horny women who couldn’t resist their urges. And for all the black men, to warn them that the same would happen if they dared screw with the wrong race.
Some say as payback a curse was cast over his dead body and when his body disappeared one day out of thin air, the legend began. People say his naked body would appear in ghostly form as it sought revenge.
If you were a man, he would appear to kill. His signature a hook shoved up the ass and sticking out your back.
If you were a woman, he would appear to fuck. And he would leave his mark with a triple cum shot: one in the ass, one in pussy, and so much cum in the mouth that the woman would drown to death.
The legend grew to such lengths that they gave him a name.
THE CUMMAN.
Dare to say his name five times and he appears. But only if you wish for death.
As the legend grew, people would whisper the name. None daring to say it more than a couple of times. But every now and then there would be a victim. And they’d blame it on the legend. Sometimes someone would swear they heard the ghostly figure. Or worse, they saw him face to face.
Never proven. It became mystery, lore, passed down from generation to generation.
The cumman.
The Cumman.
THE CUMMAN.
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Present: Halloween Day
On the final weekend of October, the city erupts with festivities, parties, and most importantly…costumes.
For men, it’s a time to dress up in something funny, scary, and sometimes creative. Hardly y.
But for women, it’s an excuse to dress up in the most scantily clad excuse for lingerieesque costumes. The more revealing the better.
Somehow y became slutty.
There were few sluttier than the Asian nympho known as Jennifer (Jen) Ho. The last name spoke for itself. All five feet five inches of pure unadulterated . She was in fit shape, not too skinny with just the right amount of curve at the breasts, hips and ass. Her shoulder length black hair framed her angelic face. And her porcelain skin and almond shaped eyes played up the stereotype.
And there was nobody effortlessly ier than Alina Lin. Standing at five seven, with blonde dyed hair, a beautiful face, and modelesque figure with her thin, toned frame. Everything about her was like she was created in a lab. From her cheekbones, to her neckbones, to her shoulder bones, her toned arms, her thin waist, and her long legs. Even her feet were the perfect size.
For the night of debauchery and mayhem, the two had the perfect costumes ready.
Jennifer played against type as she was dressed in a “Brainy Babe” costume. She wanted to be your favorite study buddy dressed in a long sleeve orange crop top that showed off her two small star tattoos near her waist. A red pleated mini skirt that barely covered her ass. Matching orange thigh high stockings. A classic pointed toe pump in black with the red bottoms contrasted with the orange. And black cat eye frames completed her costume and made her look “nerdy”.
Alina was dressed as Little Red. The Chinese version. Imagine her frolicking through the forest to grandma’s house in this costume. With its red mini dress that showed off her neckline and cleavage. The short skirt of the dress that stopped barely at midthigh. Her lovely legs were covered in opaque thigh high stockings with black satin bows. The outfit was complimented with 5 and 3/4inch platform Mary Jane Heels that made her over six feet in height and a long, red satin cape with an attached hood that tied around the front.
The two women were ready for a fun night as they jumped into a black ride sharing vehicle. They packed light with only a small clutch to hold their phones, some cash and a credit card.
The driver confirmed the address that Jennifer requested, but it was someone’s house. Not the club that Alina was expecting.
“Where are we going?” Alina asked.
“We just have to make one quick stop.” Jennifer responded nonchalantly.
“Where?” Alina pressed.
“To Jax’s place. I told him we’d stop by and then we could all hit up the party together.” Jennifer answered quickly.
Alina answered annoyed, “I don’t want to go to his house. Tell him to meet us at the club.”
“Too late. I already put it in the app. The driver can’t change it now.” Jen lied.
Alina gives Jen that look. She knows she’s bullshitting.
Jen works hard to sell it, “We can pregame. Get some drinks before we go.”
Alina rolls her eyes and continues to give her that look.
Jen finally relents, “Alright. I want that D. He fucked me so good last week. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”
Alina responds angrily, “What the fuck am I supposed to do while you fuck? Just watch some TV?”
The driver is doing his best not to pay attention to the conversation in the back.
Jen smiles, “He has a roommate. Maybe you’ll want to give that Black D a try?”
Alina rolls her eyes again and gives her that look.
Jen pleads, “Please Ali…I’m so horny.”
Alina gives in. She agrees to go. Jennifer thanks her as she gives her friend a big hug.
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The car drops the two women off at a large apartment complex in the downtown area of the city.
They walk through the spinning doors into a crowded lobby. Dozens of party goers litter the lobby as the rowdy bunch causes a scene. The front desk clerk is so busy trying to get them out of the lobby that he doesn’t see Jennifer and Alina walk past. They go right through and head straight for the elevator bank.
They press the button for the fourth floor.
They arrive at the apartment numbered “444” and Jennifer raps on the door with a fist. They can hear feet scurrying towards the door. The door swings open. It’s an unfamiliar face. A towering, muscular black man with tattoos covering his neck and arms. He’s dressed in a simple black tank top and jeans.
“Uh…can I help you ladies?”
Jennifer smiles, “Is Jax here?”
“Oh shit. You’re Jen. You just missed him. He went out to pick up some more liquor. He should be right back.” He pauses, “I’m his roommate, Damion. You ladies are more than welcome to come in and wait. He should be just a few minutes.”
Alina is cautious, but Jennifer does not hesitate. She goes right in and makes herself at home. Alina reluctantly follows as Damion closes the door behind them.
Alina scans the apartment as she walks in. It’s small with the front door leading to a long hallway. She steps over a scatter of sneakers by the door. She keeps walking as she passes a closed door to her left and a small kitchen to her right.
She quickly peeks into the kitchen and sees dirty dishes piled high in the sink. Dishes and cups scattered on the counter and the eating table. Some food, dinner perhaps, left out and uncovered. Same goes for some bottles of alcohol and other beverages. A little dirty, but otherwise a nice kitchen space.
The kitchen leads to a small living space with an old wornout sofa, a loveseat, a small coffee table and a mediumsized TV. A horror movie is on the screen, one of those slasher movies with the gratuitous nudity, and the room stinks of marijuana, but she can’t see any evidence of it lying around.
Jennifer is already seated on the couch, her legs crossed barely concealing her bottom. Alina chooses to stand. Damion joins them in the room and offers them a drink while they wait.
“We got rum, vodka, gin, tequila, some beer. If you want mixed, we have cranberry, coke, tonic.”
“Vodka cranberry.” Jennifer waves as she picks up her phone and dials Jax’s number. He picks up on the third ring. “Hey babe. I’m at your place.” She pauses as she listens to the response. “OK. But hurry the fuck up…I didn’t come…here for nothing.” She puts extra emphasis on the word “come”. She hangs up the phone and announces out loud, “He says he’s on his way back.”
Damion smiles, “Cool. Cool. So, vodka cranberry for the you (he points at Jennifer), you want anything (pointing at Alina). Come on, I took a bartending class. I can make you almost anything you want.”
“Can you make a negroni?”
“What did you call me? A negro what?”
“A negRONI.” Alina responds with added emphasis on the last few letters. “It’s a drink.”
“Ha…I’m just messing with you. I know what it is. And I can’t make it for you. How’s Gin and Tonic?”
Alina is not amused, “That’s fine.”
“Two drinks coming right up.”
Damion scoots over to the kitchen to start making the drinks. He’s pouring the drinks as fast as he can.
Alina looks over at Jennifer and mouths the words, “What the fuck are we doing here?”
“Just fifteen minutes.” Jennifer mouths back. “I’ll be super quick.”
Alina doesn’t believe her, “Sure. I’ve heard that before. I’m leaving in…”
Damion returns with the drinks and the two ladies hush their conversation. Damion hands one drink to Jennifer, “What’s with all the whispering girls.” He then hands the other drink to Alina.
Jennifer takes a big gulp of her drink. It’s more vodka than cranberry. Just the way she likes it. She’s almost halfway done with hers. Alina is holding her drink. It’s not her favorite, but she figures it’s better than constantly being bothered by Damion asking if she wants a drink.
There is a moment of silence as the TV fills the air. A loud scream from the movie playing. Somebody is being killed in a gruesome manner. Gutted to death by a masked killer wearing one of those popular Halloween masks.
“Oh shit, this is my favorite part.” Damion smiles as the scene in the movie shifts from the killer to a scene. Two characters are sneaking off to get a little hanky panky action. The buxom blonde is already naked. Her tits practically jumping out of the screen. The male character in the movie is mauling at her tits as he moves behind her and thrusts in a manner than is unrealistic.
The two girls are not entertained.
Damion catches himself, “Oh my bad. I was just saying this is a good movie. You ladies like horror movies?”
Alina shakes her head no. Jennifer smiles, “I don’t mind having one on in the background when I’m …you know, to drown out my screams.”
The comment even catches Damion off guard. He tries to change the subject, “You ladies look good tonight. I love the costumes. Let me guess…” he points at Jennifer, “…y student.”
Jennifer flashes her flirty smile and gestures with her hands, “Close. y study buddy.”
Damion nods in approval, “Nice. I like the glasses. Nice touch.” Although what he really means is nice star tattoo. Nice rack. Nice short skirt. Nice stockings. Nice fuck me heels. Basically, nice everything else but the glasses.
He looks over at Alina now, “And you’re y Little Red Riding Hood. Nice…riding hood.”
Alina smiles, but she’s neither flattered nor interested. She goes to take a sip from her drink when there is a knock at the door. The knock startles them. Damion turns to answer the door.
“Maybe that’s Jax.” Jen hopes.
But Alina thinks to herself. Why would he knock on the door? Wouldn’t he have a key. She’s right as Damion swings open the door and gives a bro hug to the man standing on the other side, “Oh what up Jules. Come on in…”
Julius (Jules) is a big strappy black man. Probably six feet two with a good mix of fat and muscle. Bald head and light skinned. He’s dressed in an actual costume although there isn’t much creativity in it as he’s got on a sports team hat, a purple vest with nothing else underneath, white baggy pants and Timberland boots.
The two men make their way into the living room, and Julius is happy to see Jennifer and Alina there, “Oh hello ladies.”
Damion does the introductions.
Julius isn’t shy. He makes himself comfortable in the love seat. He’s purposely positioning himself to get a good look at both these ladies revealing outfits and his dick twitches in his pants.
“Ladies I love the costumes. You are going to steal the show at the club. What you think of my outfit?” Julius signals over his clothes.
“Let me guess, Aladdin?” Alina responds sarcastically.
“No honey…Black Aladdin.” Julius grins.
Both men laugh. Both women do not.
Julius looks over at Damion, “Where’s your costume at?”
Damion waves the question off, “I don’t get dressed up like that. I just put on a hockey mask. That’s enough costume for me.”
“Boo…that’s no fun.” Jennifer jumps in.
Damion answers, “Brothers…we don’t get dressed up. You sisters got it though.”
Alina jumps in, “How is that fair? You guys don’t have to get dressed up in shit. Or you wear stupid shit like your friend’s homeless genie. Meanwhile, we have to get glammed up.”
“Whoa…whoa. Aladdin wasn’t the genie.” Julius defends himself.
There is some tension in the air thanks to Alina’s comment. The movie on the TV is the only sound in the room. It’s another gruesome death scene and one of the movies scream queens is shrieking for dear life as she runs away from the masked killer.
“Oh shit. Is this my favorite part? No…fuck, I missed it.” Julius blurts out clearly referring to the nude scene that was on earlier. “You girls like horror movies?”
Alina is about to answer when Damion chimes in, “I already asked them that. They said no…well Jen’s cool with it.” He winks.
Julius pushes the conversation, “OK, how about scary stories?”
“What are we eleven years old at sleepover?” Alina mocks.
Julius shakes his head, “No. I’m talking about real shit. Stuff that’ll make your skin crawl.”
Jennifer takes another sip of her drink while Alina still hasn’t taken a sip of hers.
Jen sits up at attention. Partly because she’s so horny that Julius is looking like a potential fuck if Jax doesn’t show up soon. “I like scary stories. They make me horny.”
Damion and Julius exchange a look. This one is not shy.
Julius leans in and gets serious, “You ever hear of…” he pauses for effect “…The Cum Man?” he says the name in almost a whisper.
Official count: Julius one time
“The what?” Jennifer blurts out.
Damion gives an exaggerated deep sigh, “Bro, you cannot be talking about that shit man. Especially not around the ladies.”
Julius is laughing. Jennifer is hooked. Even Alina is a bit curious.
“What’s The Cum Man?” Alina asks.
Official count: Alina one time
Both men jump up, “Yo…don’t say that.”
“Don’t’ say what? The C…” Jen starts. But the men stop her before she can finish the word.
“Yo. We are serious. Don’t say the word. Or else…” Damion replies.
“Or else what?” Jen asks.
Damion turns off the TV now. He starts off slowly. Almost a whisper. “There is a legend. Of a black man. They call him…The C Man. Legend has it if you say his name five times he shows up.”
“And” Jennifer is on the edge of her seat.
“Let me guess he kills you?” Alina jumps in.
“If you’re a man. Yes.” Damion replies.
Julius jumps in, “If you a dude. Legend has it you die with a hook shoved up your ass all the way out your ear.”
“Holy shit.” Jennifer responds. “Do you know anybody that ever tried it and died?”
“Just people talking. Somebody knows somebody. A distant relative. That kind of a thing.” Julius answers.
Alina picks up on the specific wording, “Wait. You said if you’re a man. What if you’re a woman?”
Damion and Julius look at each other. They both answer at the same time, “Then you get fucked.”
Jennifer is at attention. She’s up on her feet now. “That’s hot. Like a ghost appears and he fucks the shit out of you?”
“Yea. Like send you to heaven kind of fucked. Where your soul leaves your body type shit. They don’t call him a legend for nothing.” Julius answers.
Damion adds, “Word was the dude was packing. Like the perfect dick. Could make you orgasm a million different ways.”
Jennifer is thinking that she wants a piece of that. Meanwhile, Alina calls “bullshit”.
“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I’m not saying it’s real or not. Just some scary shit is what I heard.” Damion defends.
Jen asks, “Have you ever tried it?”
Damion answers first, “Fuck no. I don’t want no part of it.”
Julius adds, “I did a bet once. I said it four times and then chickened out.”
“Wow.” Jennifer says in amazement. She’s practically dripping wet. Her pussy is screaming “Where the fuck is Jax? I need his cock now.”
Alina can’t believe the stupidity of it, “Oh give me a break. Jen, you can’t believe that. That’s just some stupid internet shit. Guys telling stories to girls to scare their panties off.”
“Well shit. It’s working…you know, if I were wearing any panties.” Jennifer winks over at Julius.
Julius must adjust his erection forming in his pants.
“Easy for you to say girl. You don’t get killed. You just get fucked.” Damion answers.
“Sure. How convenient that’s how the works.” Alina is still at a disbelief.
“You are talking all this mess. I dare you to say it.” Julius challenges her.
Alina waves him off. But Jennifer takes the bait, “I’ll do it.”
Alina looks at her with a “what the fuck” expression. Jennifer is only looking at Julius and she’s looking at him hard. She begins, “The Cum Man.”
Official count: Jennifer one time
“Jennifer”, Alina berates her.
The two men “Ooh” and “Aah”.
Julius acts like the unofficial scorekeeper, “Oh shit. That’s twice. Only three more times.” Even though Alina said it first. But the girls don’t understand the rules and Jennifer doesn’t think it matters who says it. So, she keeps going thinking Julius is counting correctly.
“The Cum Man.” Her voice rises.
Official count: Jennifer two times
“That’s three.” Julius tracks
“Jennifer stop.” Alina shouts
Damion just mouths the words, “Oh shit”
“The Cum Man.” Jennifer says it louder.
Official count: Jennifer three time
“That’s four.” Julius is beside himself.
Alina is begging her to stop.
“Oh, come on Ali. It’s just a joke. Watch…”
Julius is on the edge of his seat. Alina walks over to cover Jen’s mouth so she can’t speak. Damion finally speaks up, “Hey girl. Before you say it. Might want to take a second to think about. I ain’t never seen anybody say it that number of times. I’m not saying it’s real or not. But you might want to listen to your friend here.”
Alina is standing next to Jen now. She’s grabbing her arm forcefully. “Let’s get out of here. Jax isn’t here. Let’s just go to the party.”
Jen can see that Alina is scared.
Julius is egging her on, “Say it. I mother dare you to say it.”
Alina pleads with Jen. Jen gives her friend a break, “OK, fine. I won’t say it.”
Alina is relieved. She turns around and takes a deep breath. Julius is downright upset. He’s booing.
Jen continues, “I won’t say…The Cum Man.”
Official count: Jennifer four times
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