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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 thousand-watt smile. Muscular physique. Charm. Big Dick. 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 sexy.

But for women, it's an excuse to dress up in the most scantily clad excuse for lingerie-esque costumes. The more revealing the better.

Somehow sexy 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 sex. 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.