Some spiked coffee

Cole was getting hard just thinking about it. He'd met his wife shortly after he got back from the war. He remembered the first job he'd gotten pumping gas for Dale's Gas Station in Pittsburgh. He'd been discharged with half a coffee can worth of shrapnel the docs at the VA had dug out of his legs and back. He was still young, and extremely angry. One day, a war buddy drove up in a Dodge Charger with a gorgeous blonde twice his age in the passenger seat. She smiled at Cole, and he couldn't help but smile back.

Later that night, Cole and Frank took turns fucking the hell out of her and smoking weed and crystal meth. She was the wife of one of their old Lt's that had been blown to shit by Charlie. Frank had delivered the message, and the poor widow needed some comforting...

Cole grinned, and remembered he had some cocaine that he'd taken off one of the old timers at the Mission stashed in the bedroom. He slipped into the bedroom and retrieved it as he heard the Faye in the shower. Five minutes later, he sat at the kitchen table, two cups of coffee sitting in on coasters. Faye emerged from the bedroom wearing his wife's dark green and blue sundress. He was fully aware that he'd provided no underwear, and imagined how she'd feel wrapped around him. Faye, her head still swimming from the alcohol, smiled weakly as she sat down. She poured some cream and sugar for herself, but despite that, the coffee still tasted...off.

"Thanks." she said quietly. Cole nodded, and sipped his own coffee. The slight burnt rubber taste brought him back to some good old times. He felt his cock swelling with each heartbeat. He'd not put much in either cup, just enough to get them both going.

"So, you feel a'ight?" Cole asked, seeing her chest start to rise and fall more rapidly already. "Made da' coffee like I use to do back in 'Nam. Extra strong." he said. Faye nodded, and poured some more sugar in it. "You like the dress?" He asked.

She nodded. "Your wife was a lovely woman. Thank you." Faye felt the intoxication melt away. "Goddamn this is good coffee!" she thought. She felt her face flush and her senses perk up. She might be ready to go home sooner than she thought. She took a deep breath, her mood improving rapidly. She thought back to the day, and her memories started to come rapid fire. "Why should I feel bad about what happened? I mean Freddie didn't do anything I didn't agree to and man did he have a big cock and the Baxters were nice and they only meant the best and it was kind of fun and wow! this is good coffee!" she thought, shifting slightly on the seat.

Cole kept reminding himself that he had to be patient, let it work. "Hell, Ms. Faye. It looks better on you than it did on her. the dark green works better wit' your red hair than her blonde." he said. She blushed badly, and sipped her coffee some more. He fought the maelstrom in his head, and realized that he needed to direct the conversation if he wanted to get anywhere. "So how'd you end up wit' Freddie, anyhow?" he asked, leaning forward. Faye nervously bit her lip.

"Well, he offered me a drink and I thought what the hell so I took one and I realized I was a bit too buzzed to work so I went with him and we drank more and he started touching me and goddamn was his cock big!" She rattled off. "I mean he didn't force himself on me or anything though I suppose he did take advantage of me but still I've never been fucked like that do you have anymore coffee?"

Cole poured some more coffee for her, realizing he had her. "White boy with a big cock? I don't believe it." He said.

"Oh, it was fucking HUUUUGGGE!" she said, giggling. The booze in her brain prevented her rational mind from realizing that something wasn't right. Cole put the coffee down in front of her, and she nearly guzzled it down. "And the Baxters were nice true I didn't want to do it but why not right?"

"You only live once. I mean, why not enjoy yourself?" He said, veins bulging from his neck. She nodded, and drank more of the coffee. He was sure the coke had hit her virgin brain like a truck, and was ready to make a move. "Now, Freddie's cock, you say it was big? You ever seen a brotha's cock?" He stood, and quickly slid his jeans down. The half erect cock sprang out.

"Oh My Fucking God!" Faye said, bringing her hands to her mouth, her eyes going wide. She started to laugh. Cole looked confused. "That is a big cock sure, but I think Freddie has you beat." Cole huffed.

"It just ain't hard yet." he said, stepping around the table. "Go on." he said, holding it by the root. A note of worry hit Cole's mind. He was 70 years old, afterall, and had just done more cocaine than he'd done in decades. He bit his lip, and wondered if he should call a doctor.

All of his worries vanished when he felt her lips encircle his thick, black cockhead.