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Black Fucking Huge Black Dick Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should be read first to better enjoy this one. "I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan as she swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away again, maybe you and your father can come over tonight?" "Maybe," said Jamal putting his massive cock away after his teacher had kissed it one last time. "How's old Raymond taking the new you anyway?" Raymond had watched his wife turn into a slut before his eyes as the two black men broke her in on his marital bed. "He's hanging on. I think he feels really emasculated after seeing yours and Malcom's giant pricks. "Are you surprised?" Jamal didn't wait for an answer. "I gotta get going. If dad or I ain't busy, we might stop by and give you what you need." ***************** "No fucking way. I don't fucking believe it," said Dan. "She attacked your cock like she was in love with it or something." Dan had watched Mrs Duncan give Jamal a blow job from the door window of her class room. "Told you," growled Jamal. "Once they get the taste of a really big cock, I can turn any woman into a slut." Dan the school's quarterback blushed. Until seeing Jamal in the showers, he had been damn proud of his dick, but the black man seemed twice as big as Dan in every way, dick length, girth, even the black man's biceps and chest measurements put Dan to shame and Dan was a husky guy. If Jamal had been more skilled with a football, he could have been quarterback. Even with a minor position on the team, every member, Dan included, saw Jamal as their leader. Dan was sure that penis envy had something to do with it. Still, Dan was jealous of the hung black man. Jamal had fucked half the cheerleading squad, and he had now witnessed Mrs Duncan, a teacher he idolized and had a crush on, turn into a slut when Jamal walked into her room and pulled his pants down. Dan pulled out the twenty he owed Jamal for losing this bet. "You may have nailed Mrs Duncan, but there's plenty of women you can't fuck." "Wanna bet?" said Jamal with a cocky grin. "You're on, double or nothing, but I get to pick the girl." "Go on." "I pick the girl and you have until the prom to get in her pants, that's just over a month. There has got to be penis-pussy penetration or you lose. "Who'd you have in mind?" "Her," said Dan pointing. Samanatha Reynolds had just rounded the corner. As Jamal turned to look, she tripped over her own feet, she didn't fall, but the huge pile of books in her hands went all over the floor. She kicked one against the lockers as she tried to pick it up. "I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, Dan." "Can't do it huh, big man?" "I can do it little man. It'll just take some work. What say we up the stakes? If I win, I get to fuck Trisha." "I can't bet my girlfriend." "Don't have much confidence in her, do you?" "Sure I do, besides there's no way your going to fuck Sam within a month. What's in it when I win?" "I'll give you a thousand dollars, but when I win you got to leave me alone with Trisha for a couple nights." Trisha had been dating Dan several years. Jamal had fucked her two best friends and he knew she was curious about him. He had been planning to fuck her before the year was out anyway. Dan was still in shock from the thousand dollar offer. He was restoring a hot rod and the money would sure help. "Deal," he said shaking Jamal's hand. Jamal spun around just as Samantha kicked a book at his feet. He bent down and picked it up handing it to her. "Thanks Jamal,"she said looking shyly towards the floor. "How are things Sam?" Samantha was a nerdy girl. She had long raven black hair always pulled back, dark piercing eyes and black glasses perched on her nose. She was one of those weird girls who always dressed in black, which included black nail polish and reddish-black lipstick. She had a nice body, but hid it under bulky pants and sweaters. Back when he was a geek, she had been the only girl who talked to him. He had jerked off thinking about her many a night before becoming enhanced. "Oh how nice, the big popular boy has lowered himself enough to talk to the social outcast." "I've missed you Sam." "I missed you too, that is I missed the real Jamal. Not this testosterone-crazed, muscle bound gorilla you've become." "I'm sorry, I've been an ass. Let me make it up to you, how about a movie tonight?" Samantha turned white as a ghost. Had he just asked her out? She'd never been on a date before. Not that it mattered, she could never date a black guy, her father would kill her. She thought a couple boys were going to ask her out once, but she inadvertently ended up insulting them. This had completely thrown her off balance. "Why?" she stuttered out. Jamal wished he hadn't opened his big mouth and just taken the twenty dollars. "Because I miss you and thought we could spend some time together like we used to." "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?" Suspicious little bitch. "Well, I was hoping you could help me with my college grammar. English was always your specialty after all." Samantha felt a great sense of relief. He had an ulterior motive, he needed her help with school work. She was also a little disappointed. "No movie, but if you want to meet me at the library, we can study together. You can help me with chemistry. Don't come to my house, dad didn't like you when you were scrawny, he'd positively hate you now." "When?" "If you were truly my friend, you'd know," she said turning to leave. "Tonight, six thirty to eight, just like old times." Sam turned back to him and for a brief moment a smile tugged at her perpetual frown. "I'll be there. Oh and by the way, if you hadn't skipped class half the year, maybe you wouldn't need my help." "But then I wouldn't get to spend time with you." One of her eyebrows shot up and her heart skipped a beat. There was that uncertainty again. Was he flirting with her? No, she decided, he was just tired of being fake like most of the popular kids. Samantha turned and left, pleased that she'd have Jamal back to talk with. Jamal showed up at the library at precisely six thirty. He used to haunt the library before becoming enhanced. Now this was the first time he had set foot here in close to a year. Samantha was at their old table, nose so deep in a book, her glasses were almost falling off. He sat beside her and glanced a the page. It was some morose poem about being alone. Samantha finished the poem and jumped with shock seeing him sitting beside her. She had been so into the poem, she hadn't even noticed him. Jamal didn't like that, everyone noticed him. "It's like Deja Vu all over again," he said. "Lets get to work," she said. "I'm still not ready to forgive you for blowing me off all year. Now what are you having problems with?" For the next hour, she went over the current chapters in college grammar. Jamal pretended he didn't understand some of it and asked some good questions. Then they switched to chemistry, a subject in which he could have taught the class and knew a lot more then the teacher. "Look closely at the chemical formulas. There do you see it?" "No," she replied moving her head down following his finger. Jamal was moving his head down too as they both stared at the book. Their cheeks were touching. He turned his face towards hers, their mouths just inches apart, he moved closer to kiss her. Sam stared cross-eyed at his approaching lips before drawing back. "What are you doing?" "I was going to kiss you." "Why?" "I like you Sam, I always have. "I like you too Jamal, or I used to anyway, but only as a friend." "Just one kiss Sam. If you don't like it, then I'll never bother you again." "I think I'd better go," she replied grabbing her books after pushing her glasses up her nose. Jamal had a powerful animal magnetism about him, it made her want to kiss him, but he was black and he did represent a lot she hated about male-dominated, phallocentric society. He was a muscle-bound football player, dated bimbo cheerleaders, etc. She left the library without saying a word. ***************** "I've never before encountered a mind as brilliant as yours since, well, since myself." "Thanks Hank," said Jamal shaking hands with the enhanced white chemist. "It's been the second most important thing in my life this last year working with you. Filling up more bitches then I can count with my cum was the only thing better." "I know the feeling." "I wonder what they'll do?" Jamal looked at the first five vials of Y-serum sitting on the table. "Who's the first test subject?" "Tyrone's secretary, Carol. She has been a faithful employee for years and is rapidly losing her looks, not to mention gaining a few pounds. I'm injecting her tonight. In one months time, we shall have the first truly enhanced female." "I can't wait to see what happens," said Jamal looking with pride at the vials he and Hank had created. It had been Jamal that came up with the ideas to bond certain chemicals to get around various roadblocks that had been baffling Hank McGraw for months. "Oh, I need a little vial of Xcite." "Tough one?" "Yeah, Huge Black Dick that was aimed at the parking lot. They had a clear view of the newlyweds. Their eyes glazed with lust as they followed the gorgeous blonde bride. She was wearing a pink scoop-neck tee shirt that outlined her medium-sized tits and a pair of white shorts that stopped just below her crotch, revealing such a wonderful extension of leg that it made the four men whistle and hoot. Even in the lights of the parking lot, her pure white skin shone like a beacon. "It worked," laughed the Night Crew Leader, a six-foot-six inch, 240lb black man with skin as dark as coal. "That asshole store manager would rather check on the store than fuck his bitch!" All four of the tall, powerfully built black men laughed. They had set up the plan to rape the store managers young fiancée from the first time they set eyes on her a week ago, when she had met her future husband in at the market after work. She had been wearing the same pair of shorts as she wore tonight, a shapely five-foot five-inch piece of gorgeous white pussy. They took bets that night as to whether or not she still had her cherry, the consensus being that she still did, and the thought of not only raping the bride-to-be, Cuckold Porn Video Porn Videos people will never grow up," said Dan to Trisha without looking behind him. He obviously thought it was popcorn again. As Dan was saying this a second big wad of cum was splattering on the back of his chair. Several more wads followed it, each successive one not traveling as far until the last hung down the back of the chair directly in front of Jamal. "I'll be right back," she said standing up. "Thank you," said Jamal trying to shove that huge piece of meat back into his pants. It was still gigantic, partially erect and hard to bend. Samantha went to the ladies room and washed up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked flushed and wide eyed. Her heart was racing. Jerking Jamal off had been the most exciting thing she had ever done. His cock seemed to have a hold on her. It was almost as if she couldn't resist his request. She had a strong desire to obey and please the young black man. After she returned to her seat, the two of them couldn't help but stare at the light from the movie screen reflecting off the sperm in Dan's hair in front of them. Later, Jamal walked her to her car and kissed her goodnight. She let him this time and didn't resist when he put her hand on his cock. "This is what you do to me," he said. It was hard again and she squeezed it through his pants. "Last chance Sam. Would you like to go to the prom with me?" "I don't know Jamal." "Let's just go as friends then." "Ok, but just as friends. I'll make up a story to tell my dad." "Great, can we get together tomorrow to study?" "Alright, why don't you come over to my house. Dad will be at work late that night. We can use my computer." ******************** After school the next day, Samantha found herself shopping for a prom dress. The one she kept coming back to was her signature black, but it wasn't her. The dress was short, stopping just above the knee, it would hug her figure, and it would show off some cleavage, though tastefully. Sam went to the changing room to try it on. The first thing unusual she noticed, was that her breasts were positively straining against her worn out old bra. She unhooked the bra and examined them, moaning as her fingers touched her sensitive nipples. Her breasts had looked bigger this morning, even her nipples looked longer and puffier. Sam had been planning to start working out to lost a couple pounds she had gained over the winter, but it appeared she had lost it already. Her stomach was flat, even her hips looked a little more tapered. She must be undergoing some kind of growth spurt. She looked good though her large breasts made her look top heavy. Samantha tried on the dress and it even impressed her. It was sure to impress Jamal, maybe even make his cock hard again. She stopped not sure when she had decided on buying an outfit to please him, but that was what she was doing. She wanted him to be proud to walk into the school prom with her on his arm. Most of all, she wanted to see his cock again. She had even dreamed about it last night. It was all she could think about. Sam bought the dress knowing he would appreciate it. She added a new bra to the ensemble. A black lacy one and as an after thought decided to add a matching pair of panties too. Sam ran a little late and found Jamal waiting at her house for her. He was sitting on her steps and as he stood, her eyes immediately went to his crotch to check out his bulge. "Sorry I'm late," she said. "That's alright. I haven't been here long." "Lets go up to my room." In her room, Samantha tried to concentrate on studying, but found her mind wanderering. "What's wrong Sam?" asked Jamal. "You seem a million miles away." "I can't stop thinking about last night. I don't know what came over me. It wasn't like me at all to do something like that." "Like what?" "When I jerked off your penis." "You mean my cock? Come on, you did me a favor." "I know, I don't regret it. I'd never seen a man's cock before." "Did you see it? The theatre was kind of dark." "Yeah, it was dark in there." "Wanna see it again? In the light and all." "Yes, yes I would." "Ok, but you gotta take it out." Jamal stood off her bed and walked over to where she sat at her computer desk. Samantha noticed her hands were shaking as she reached out to unbutton his pants. What was this fascination she had with his penis? She fumbled with his zipper she was so anxious to see it again. She pulled his pants down his hips and yanked his briefs down until Jamal's cock sprang up nearly hitting her in the face. It was even more impressive in her well-lit room. She could see his huge balls clearly now along with thick shaft. A fresh wave of lubrication coated her vagina just looking at it. For the first time in her life she considered giving up her virginity before marriage. "Feel free to touch it," said Jamal. Samantha grabbed it and began sliding her fingers along the rod and hefting his balls. Her nose was close to the head and she inhaled his masculine aroma. Poor Jamal, he needed her help again. "Can I stroke you off again?" "Sure, but I was thinking of something else. "There's this thing couples do..." "We're not a couple, we're just friends. "Fine. It's something two people can do without actually having sex. We use our mouths to get each other off. You suck on my cock and I'll suck on your pussy." "I'm not a whore." "Everyone does it, not just sluts. If you truly want to make a man happy, you gotta know how to suck dick. You do want to make me happy don't you?" Samantha slowly nodded. "Then give it a try. You can stop whenever you want and we'll switch." "But you'll see me naked." "Just pull your skirt up. I know how to satisfy a needy pussy." Her pussy was needy. "What do I do first?" "Start by licking my cock." Samantha stuck her tongue out and tentatively touched it to his cock-head. "Now lick around the crown and over the pee-slit, then down the shaft and you can lick my balls for good measure." Samantha followed his orders and ran her tongue around his bulging cock-head. She teased the pee-slit tasting his pre-cum, surprised it didn't disgust her. Her tongue extended farther as she got into it licking his shaft and moving her tongue in little circles around his balls. Sam stopped licking, burying her nose in his crotch, inhaling deeply. The smell excited her, spurring her on. This was not her, but she was enjoying it. "Now take it in your mouth. Take as much as you can into your throat." Sam squeezed her lips tightly around the tip, pushing forward so that it entered her mouth. She bobbed her head several times before choking as it touched her throat. "I can't, it's too big." "Relax your throat. When you feel you've done too much give yourself a break." Sam managed another inch before removing it to breathe. "Stroke it while you rest or I will never cum." Samantha looked up at him and licked his cock-head while stroking his cock with her hand. "One last thing Sam, men's egos like their cocks should be stroked by females." "What do I say?" "Say what you feel and are thinking." "I can't believe I'm doing this." She kissed the tip. "Your cock is amazing. It's so big and powerful." Sam sucked the end for several minutes before resting. "I love your big cock. I want to swallow it all." This time Sam managed to swallow half. Her throat was getting used to it and she needed less time to rest. Sam began bobbing her head rapidly. She pictured his ejaculate flying through the air in the theatre. She pictured his ejaculate filing her mouth, sliding down her throat, filling her belly with his hot seed and she knew this was what she wanted. Samantha redoubled her efforts taking his cock deeper into her throat. Samantha noticed the signs that his orgasm was approaching, Jamal was tensing up, bucking his hips a little, cock swelling. She was about to swallow the first of what she hoped would be many loads of Jamal's cum when she heard the car pull up in her driveway and reality came crashing back. "God fucking damn," said Jamal clenching his teeth and pulling his pants up. Samantha had just wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand and moved away from Jamal to a chair when her dad opened the door to her room. "Hi daddy," she said nervously. "You remember Jamal." "I don't remember him being this big. Come on Jamal, I'll show you to the door. Kevin Reynolds, Sam's father walked Jamal downstairs. "Listen boy," he said at the front door. "I don't want to see your black face around my house again and you can keep your filthy black hands off her. You know what I'm saying?" "I don't take orders from white men ass-hole. I do what I want, I take what I want." "I don't care how big you are jungle bunny, stay away from my daughter or I'll kill you." Kevin slammed the door in Jamal's face. Sam was waiting on her bed when her dad came into the room and sat down beside her. "What the hell do you think your doing hanging out with that black kid?" he asked. "We're just friends dad." Kevin slapped her on the face, not too hard, but enough to sting and humiliate her. "Don't lie to me. One of my coworkers saw you at the movies last night and said you kissed him in the parking lot. What the hell Mandingo Definition

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Terror filled the young bride's eyes as the word rape burned in her ears. They couldn't be serious! She had just gotten married! She had gone to the altar pure, her precious hymen intact! She had never even seen a man's penis before. She had to Priya Rai Black Cock Mandingo Rapidshare an inch or so of the shaft. "Just keep doing what you're doing." "This is wrong. I can't." She was already sliding her now lubricated hand along the entire shaft. "Sure you can. Just be scientific about it. You're a professional, just giving a patient some release. I don't expect you to enjoy it." Yeah, that was it. She was a professional just giving Malcom some release with something that had to be painful. The problem was that she was enjoying this. She found his big black penis fascinating. It had stopped growing at eleven inches and thickened up as wide as her wrist. It was simply magnificent. Her vagina yearned for it even though it was obviously too big for any woman, but then how had he had a child? "Yeah that's it nurse, that feels so good. You really know how to take care of a man-sized cock." His voice startled Vera. She had been in a trance staring at it and was surprised to find her hand swiftly gliding up and down his entire shaft. His mighty cock throbbed with power, she could feel the blood rushing through his veins, the heat it was giving off, even through the latex glove. Vera brought her gloveless hand up and gripped his shaft near the base to steady it. Her arm grew tired and she switched, using her unprotected hand to stroke him off. She didn't care any more, she just wanted him to cum. She switched hands several times. "Pull it down a bit," he said. Vera did as she was told, flexing her muscles to get the big cock from pulling up towards his chest. It had been swelling even larger recently and was turning an angry purplish-black. She stared fascinated at the plum-sized head pointing at her face. Vera had a strong desire to take it in her mouth even though she hadn't done that for her husband since they were dating nearly two decades ago. As she stared, the long pee-slit opened and she barely got her eyes shut in time as what felt like a shot glass full of hot pudding hit her face. Normal male ejaculate would barely fill a spoon so she hadn't expected so much nor did she expect it to shoot out close to two feet to strike her in the face. Even more unbelievable, another large wad hit her face, then something hit her uniform blouse. She could feel it jerk in her hands each time he ejaculated. Eventually, it quit shooting, but sperm flowed down his shaft covering her hand like lava from a volcano. Vera let go and walked over to her sink holding her mouth tightly shut and only peaking out through one eye. "Thanks nurse Wringer," said Malcom getting up and pulling up his pants. "That made the swelling go down." She didn't say anything as he left, just slowly cleaned herself off. The smell of semen filled her nostrils as she washed her hands. In the mirror, she could see a little bit of sperm still on her cheek. Her tongue lashed out and licked it up, rolling it around in her mouth before swallowing. She suddenly wished she hadn't cleaned her face so quickly so that she could taste him again. ***************** "Are you still having problem with the swelling?" asked Vera at lunch the next day. "Always," said Malcom looking up from his tray. "Lets finish and check it out in my office then." Vera hadn't been able to get Malcom's giant phallus out of her mind. It filled every waking moment since yesterday and her dreams too. They hurried up and finished, walking back to her office only to see Samantha Reynolds waiting for her. "Oh Sam, I forgot about you." "That's ok Mrs Wringer, it seems I'm the forgettable type." "Don't say that Sam," said Vera, "I just had something else on my mind." "Yeah Sam,"said Malcom, "your a very pretty girl. My son thinks very highly of you." "Thanks Mr Washington." Sam felt herself blushing. "I'm just here for my weekly allergy shot, then I'll be on my way." "Here you go Sam," said Vera filling up a needle from a vial. The nurse quickly poked it in Sam's arm. "That's it girl. Now run along back to class." The bells were going off indicating lunch was over. Sam was surprised to hear the lock turn on the latch of the door to nurse Wringer's room as she left. "Let me see the swelling Malcom," said Vera. "This time I need to take your temperature." "I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Take off your blouse." "I feel more comfortable in my uniform." Malcom slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his long dangling cock. Vera gasped still amazed by its size. "If you ever want to touch this again, you'll remove your clothes immediately." "But..." "But nothing bitch. Do as I say." Vera looked shocked, no one had ever spoken to her like that before. She began unbuttoning her blouse. The big black cock rose an inch as her huge tits were revealed covered only by a plain white bra. She had gained a lot of weight giving birth to two children, lost most of it, but her breasts remained gigantic. "Now the skirt." Soon the skirt fell to her feet and she stepped out of it along with her white nurse shoes. She wore a plain white garter to hold up her white nylons. Vera made to remove it when he barked, "No, leave the garter but take off the old lady panties." Vera unhooked it enough to take her panties off, revealing her well-trimmed bush. Malcom's cock was at half-mast now, pointing straight at her. She no longer trusted herself around his dick. Her plan had been to jerk him off again and maybe suck on it a little, but with her pussy unprotected and dripping she wouldn't be able to resist it. "Now the bra," he ordered pulling off his shirt. The hook was in the front and her breasts burst forth from the bra as she freed them. They were too big not to sag, but they were smooth, beautiful, and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were as hard as she'd ever seen them stripping before the hung black janitor. Both their eyes were staring at each others chests, his at her breasts, hers at his large muscle covered torso better then any mans she had seen before. She glanced down watching his cock climb upward until it was pointing at an angle towards the ceiling. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want to suck your cock." "Ask me." "May I suck your cock Malcom?" "Yes. Fall to your knees and crawl to me." Vera kneeled and walked on all fours over towards where he stood beside the cot. "You may suck it now." Vera attacked his cock. She went nuts, kissing and licking every square inch of his mighty shaft before taking it in her mouth. She choked on it she was trying to cram so much down her throat. She hadn't done this in years, but with Malcom she found herself enjoying it. She paused gasping for air. "How's my temperature nurse?" "Burning up," she replied. "Say ahhh," he said watching his cock-head disappear between her lips again. Vera loved sucking Malcom's black sausage. She loved feeling it pulse in her mouth, loved having the hard-ridged head slide back and forth against her tonsils. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could, using her hand to stroke it while she caught her breath. She felt it growing and though she craved his sperm the need in her pussy was greater. She pulled her head back watching his rampant cock fly upwards. "What the fuck are you doing bitch?" he screamed. "Sorry, but I need it inside me." "Put your damn lips back on my cock." "But, I need you to fuck me." Malcom grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards. "Shit bitch, I ain't your limp old husband. I'll fuck you after you swallow my cum." Vera didn't believe him. Malcom would lose interest as soon as he came and either want to sleep or want to get out of there as soon as possible. At least this way she got to taste him. It felt like someone had stuck a fire hose in her mouth and turned it on suddenly. The big cock bucked in her throat, pumping wad after wad into her belly. She withdrew all but the head wanting to taste him, surprised that his wads were still large enough to fill her mouth. She used her hands to jerk forwards on his shaft making sure every drop had entered her mouth. "Wow, Vera," said Malcom, "I'm impressed, you didn't spill a drop. No woman has ever done that before." Vera wondered just how many women had sucked on Malcom's dick. The way he talked made it sound like a lot. At least she was special. "I still want to see how much of it I can take in my pussy." "Well get on the cot then. Lie on your back and spread them legs."Malcom was in the mood to fuck her like an animal on all fours, but the cot was to low for a good doggy fuck. Vera climbed onto the bed, staring, mouth-agape at Malcom's cock. It had softened a little, but was still hard enough to fuck her. Malcom just grabbed the tip of his dick and tugged it a couple times. Amazingly it reversed course, hardening again as big and erect as the previous time she had seen it. Malcom wasn't one for foreplay. He just climbed between her legs and probed around her pussy with the head of his cock until it went in. "Jesus," she whined, even the head felt huge. Malcom laid down on her, covering her entire body. Her white nylon clad legs wrapped around his thick waist making it easier for him to enter her. "Oh my god," she moaned. Every nerve in her pussy was coming alive like never before. "Your so big, fuck me Malcom, please fuck me." Vera Black Cock Slut Craving Black Cock God . . . I can't do that." The leader walked over to her and roughly grabbed the collar of her pink tee-shirt. "Either you strip or I'll rip these clothes off you. But to show you I'm a nice guy, I'll make it sporting'. If we isn't able to get it up just by lookin' at you naked, then you's free to go. What you say?" He gave her a toothy grin. He could tell by the flash of hope in her eyes that she actually thought there might be a possibility of walking away with her hymen intact. The virginal bride was confused and frightened. The thought of taking her clothes off in front of the four black men petrified her, yet the leader was giving her a way out. "Oh, God," she whimpered in desperation, looking back and forth at the men. "Okay, okay, I'll do it." "Good," said the leader. "Jus' to show you we isn't cheating, we'll whip 'em out so y'all can keep an eye." All four men undid their pants and lowered them with their shorts. "Oh! My! God!" the bride gasped when she saw the size of their thick, dangling members. Her eyes grew wide as saucers as she stared. Each man's penis hung halfway down to his knees! They looked like thick black automobile hoses, every one Free Black Cock ever. He pressed his crotch against her belly and the feel of his stiff cock made her pussy run. Sam looked up at him. "Maybe I will finish that blow job after all." Then she glanced at the door. Oh no, my dad just walked in the door." "Ladies and gentlemen, students, falculty," blared the speaers. The principal was on stage. "It's time to anounce the king and queen of the prom. Jamal Washington and Samantha Reynolds come to the stage please." Jamal swaggered onto the stage with Sam at his heels, shyly looking at the floor. "Speach, speach," called the audience as the principal gave them their crowns and stepped off the stage. Jamal didn't know what to say. He leaned into the mike and screamed, "Go Falcons." The football team and cheerleaders yelled back. Sam didn't like the way Jamal was holding up his crown in one hand and her hand in the other like she was his trophy. "I'd like to say a few words," she said into the mike, this would be her moment off glory where she made them all feel guilty."You see me as a butterfly where once you saw a catepillar. I am the same classmate I have always been. The same girl most of you ignored all year because of the way I looked and dressed." The audience snickered a little and she heard one whisper, "my god she's pregnant." Sam felt sweat trickle around her nipples and looked down, embarrassed to see her nipples were puffy and hard clearly visible to the entire audience. Worse still, her dress was soaked around each nipple. Sweat formed on her forehead as she struggled to continue. It was hot on the stage. "We are all the same, yet different. It is our differences that make us human." There had to be a poem or something she could quote to get her point across, but the fires in her loins was making it hard to concentrate. "You don't see the person on the stage, you see the big breasts."- "How could we miss them?" yelled one of the jocks. "What if I judged you all by the size of your boobs or your coc..penises. Your hard beautiful, sperm-filled penises. Just what I need in my pussy right now." The audience gasped as she reached over, squeezed Jamal's cock through his pants, then unzipped him. "I need to get fucked," said Sam kneeling. The audience gasped again when they saw the size of Jamal's organ, before it quickly disappeared in Sam's hungry mouth. "What the fuck are you doing Sam?" said Jamal just before he got a whiff of her. She did need to get fucked, he could smell it. "Turn the fuck around slut and get on all fours." They ignored the voices from the audience. "Holy shit, he's gonna fuck her. He'll rip her in two with that thing. Somebody stop them. Dude, this is better then a porn. Man, that pot's some good shit. That thing is twice as big as yours Dan." Sam forgot where and who she was as she kneeled on all fours towards Jamal. Her short dress was already obscenely high on her legs and he jerked it up exposing her sexy new panties. With a powerful tug, Jamal ripped her panties off her body and tossed them onto the stage. Sam's pussy lips spread open for him even before he touched it. She moaned as his cock-head touched her labia. The pleasure turned into a stab of pain as Jamal pushed forward breaking through her hymen claiming her virginity. The pain was gone in seconds, Sam's pussy stretching out to accomodate Jamal's large black rod. "Fuck me," she screamed. "Give me that big black cock." Sam shuddered from an orgasm, her first, and one bigger then most women ever experience in their entire lives. In the audience, Kevin had been forcing his way through the crowd watching the nightmare unfold, his worst dreams of black men were coming true this day. He reached the stage and shook the principal. "We gotta stop this." The old man shook his head, he seemed to shiver a little as he stared up at the interracial couple. Kevin felt it to as he looked up at the stage, smelling the sex coming off the two teens fucking just a few feet away. His first desire was to take Jamal's place, the woman needed to get fucked, even if it was his daughter. Instead of turning hard though, his own dick was shrinking up into his scrotum. He wasn't man enough to fuck the girl on stage. Kevin started shaking along side the principal and several other male students close to the action. Malcom sensed it to from across the room. He almost ran towards Sam with every intention of fucking her, his cock as hard as it had ever been. His son was bigger and stronger then he was though and Malcom backed off, but not before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Malcom needed to cum and if he couldn't have the girl on the stage, he'd settle for Darlene Duncan. The hot young teacher didn't know what hit her as she was lifted onto the punch bowl table, Malcom pulling her dress up over her hips. Darlene was cumming from Malcom's big cock before she knew what hit her. Many nearby students watched their favorite teacher getting fucked by the school's black janitor, but most continued to stare at the stage. Jamal pulled Sam's arms back so that her face hit the stage as he continued to pound his incredible cock into her. He yanked her spaghetti straps down her arms exposing her lacy bra. He used her bra strap like reins for awhile, riding her, before unhooking it. Sam's breasts sprang free as she pushed herself back up on all fours. They swung like huge udders under her body. Not only did they look like udders, but they were leaking milk onto the stage floor. She was lactating. Sam was in a world of perpetual orgasmic bliss. She came to her sense as Jamal's pumping began to get more erratic. He was getting close. At that moment, it ceased being about the sex. It was all about the sperm. She wanted his sperm bombarding her womb with seed. She wanted a baby. Thoughts of the baby disappeared as Sam got her wish and millions of sperm exploded into her pussy. Jamal's orgasm triggered her own climatic one and she passed out from the pleasure. She awoke in the throes of another orgasm. Jamal hadn't stopped for a second, he continued pumping her pussy like an animal until he came a second time. Jamal reluctantly withdrew hs cock after the second orgasm. He wasn't finished with her, but he had come to his senses, remembering where he was. He picked up the semi-comatose woman in his arms, the students parting for him as he left the building. Jamal's cock swung, dangling out of his pants as he carried her to the limo. He deposited her in the car and said, "drive." However, the limo driver didn't drive. He stared at Sam, eyes wide, nostrils flaring staring lustily at Sam's prone body until Jamal raised the partition gowling at the driver. ****************** "Dad." "Jamal, where have you been?" screamed Malcom into the phone. "I'm in a motel with Sam." "Why didn't you call?" "I was kind of busy," he said looking at Sam's sleeping sperm covered form. Her cheeks were puffy, her legs were spread wide with sperm caked around her ass hole and pussy. Jamal watched as milk from her left nipple traveled down her body to pool in her belly button. "You've been gone a week." "A week?" The days had been a blur of sex, sleeping, and occassionally eatting from the vending machine. For the first time, Jamal's cock dangled limply, his balls aching as his enhanced metabolism worked overtime to replace the sperm he had ejaculated. "I talked to Hank. The Y-serum test subjects, Carol, Sam, and the others all seemed to go into heat during the final week of enhancement. They give off pheromones we can't resist. Hank thinks they're all pregnant, though it's too soon to tell. "I'm gonna have a baby?" "I'm gona be a granddaddy. There's more, you've been expelled as has Sam. Sam's dad hasn't filed kidnapping charges, I think he's just disowned his daughter. I had to fuck Darlene while you were up on the stage and we've both been fired. Not that it matters to me, but I feel sorry for Darlene. "I feel sorry for Sam too. I guess we can always go to night school to get our GEDs." ******************** "That cock of yours is incredible Jamal. I can't get enough of it." Jamal looked at Trisha, Dan's ex-girlfriend, home from college. He had claimed his prize from the bet with Dan shortly after the prom. Trisha had been receptive the minute he made a pass at her, practically ripping into his pants. She had seen what Jamal's cock could do to a woman having watched Sam climax continously on stage. "None of the men in college measure up to you." "You've only fucked black men I hope?" "Yeah, no more white dick for me, but the ones I've been with haven't been hung like you. I had to fuck ten til I found a seven incher." "Keep trying. I can set you up with some big cock if you get desperate." Jamal's cell phone rang and he answered it. It was the call he'd been waiting for. He ditched Trisha raced to the hospital where he met his father. "Sam's having contractions," said Malcom. "Already?" "The baby wants out." Later, a pretty female nurse walked out into the waiting room. "Jamal Washington, you have a son." The nurse's eyes settled on Jamal's crotch where the outline of his cock was clearly visible. "The boy favors his father." The End Mixed Race Relationships that was aimed at the parking lot. They had a clear view of the newlyweds. Their eyes glazed with lust as they followed the gorgeous blonde bride. She was wearing a pink scoop-neck tee shirt that outlined her medium-sized tits and a pair of white shorts that stopped just below her crotch, revealing such a wonderful extension of leg that it made the four men whistle and hoot. Even in the lights of the parking lot, her pure white skin shone like a beacon. "It worked," laughed the Night Crew Leader, a six-foot-six inch, 240lb black man with skin as dark as coal. "That asshole store manager would rather check on the store than fuck his bitch!" All four of the tall, powerfully built black men laughed. They had set up the plan to rape the store managers young fiancée from the first time they set eyes on her a week ago, when she had met her future husband in at the market after work. She had been wearing the same pair of shorts as she wore tonight, a shapely five-foot five-inch piece of gorgeous white pussy. They took bets that night as to whether or not she still had her cherry, the consensus being that she still did, and the thought of not only raping the bride-to-be, Huge Black Dick the hell were you thinking? I forbid you to see him again." "But we're going to the prom together," she blurted out crying and rubbing her cheek where he slapped her. "Over my dead body. We'll talk more later." Kevin called her downstairs to dinner. He had ordered a pizza. Sam nibbled at a slice while her dad talked. "It hasn't been easy raising a daughter alone after your mom died, but I've tried to do my best. What do you think your mom would say about you dating a black guy?" "She hated them as much as you," said Sam. "No, we don't hate blacks, they have their place, just not with white people. Their not as smart as us Sam, don't you see that? "Jamal has a genius level IQ." "He's an abomination. Don't mention his name to me ever again." "May I be excused? I'm not very hungry." "Yes you may. Sam just remember I only want what's best for you." Sam decided she needed a bath to relax and ran the hot water in the tub. She stripped, sighing when she still saw the signs of arousal covering her body from her hard nipples to her swollen clit. She sat back in the tub at once worrying that she had made her father ashamed of her and feeling that she had missed out on something with Jamal. She was torn between family loyalty and...lust. Yes lust, there was no other word to describe her feeling about Jamal or at least, about Jamal's cock. The bath did nothing to alleviate her guilt or her desires. Samantha walked into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. She let it fall to the floor just as her dad walked in the room. "Sam, I don..." Kevin stopped staring in awe at the incredible female body displayed before him. It looked like a wet playboy playmate was standing in the room, his little girl was gone. Her chest was huge, bigger then her mothers had been, bigger then they had appeared two weeks ago. It was an image that would be frozen in his brain forever, a perfect female body. It asserted his feelings about Jamal even stronger. No black would be able to control himself around such a beautiful white woman. "DAD, get out," she screamed. ******************** "Sam, is the coast clear?" "Oh Jamal," she said into the phone. "Yes, dad's at work." "Are you alright? How come you weren't at school today?" "Dad made me go see a doctor. My body appears to be undergoing an unusual growth spurt. The old fart doctor used it as an excuse to feel me up." Sam left out the part where she had actually enjoyed having the seventy year old man squeeze her breasts and examine her vagina. "When can I see you again?" "I don't know, my dad's got me under lock and key. I can't even go to school until he finds out whats going on with my body." "But the prom's in five days." "He'll never let me go." "If your dad is tied up at work, will you still go to the prom with me? I can pick you up early for dinner." "Yes, he's been acting funny around me lately, I can probably leave a note saying I feel sick and went to bed early. We need to leave before he gets home, but what can you do?" "Leave it too me." "Good, I want to finish what I started the other night." Sam coudn't believe she said that even as her finger worked its way down to her slit. "Pick you up at five." ******************** "The black kid's back at your house and he's wearing a tux." "Thanks Paul." Kevin Reynolds hung up the phone. He had asked his neighbor to keep an eye on his daughter. The ungrateful little slut was intent on disobeying him. Kevin left the office and got in his car, soon he was heading home. There was a back road that led almost straight to his house and it was usually empty of cars. He was halfway home when he noticed the flashing lights behind him. "Shit," he said looking at his speedometer. He was speeding, but not excessively. No self-respecting cop would pull him over for this. Kevin pulled over and rolled his window down. "Look officer," he said as the cop approached, "I need to get home and stop my dau..." The cop was a huge muscular black man built like Jamal. He wore reflective sunglasses over his eyes even though it was getting dark. "License and registration please." Kevin handed them to the cop. "Look officer, I really need to get home. Why'd you stop me? I wasn't speeding that much." "I didn't stop you for speeding, I stopped you for weaving. Have you been drinking Mr Reynolds," the cop said looking at Kevin's license" "No sir." It grated on him to call a black man sir. "I wasn't weaving." "Are you calling me a liar?" "No sir. That is, I didn't think I was weaving." "Your car smells funny, do you smoke dope Mr Reynolds?" "No sir." "May I search your car?" "Yes, though you won't find anything." "Step out of the car, keep your hands where I can see them and step back please." The cop began pulling rubber gloves on. Kevin did as he was told. "Is this really necessary officer?" The cop opened the passenger door and disappeared as he looked under the seat. "Whats this then?" the cop said standing up with a large bag of grass in his hand. "I don't know, it's not mine." "Are you sure," said the cop tossing Kevin the bag. "There's too much dope there for a user, that belongs to a dealer." Kevin examined it. Was it Sam's? Had Jamal corrupted her to the point where she was doing or selling drugs? "I've never seen it," said Kevin suddenly getting worried. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you Mr Reynolds." "Wait, it must be my daughters. Please don't arrest her, she's not a bad kid, she's just been hanging around with a bl..." "A what, Mr Reynolds?" "With the wrong crowd." "You were going to say black guy weren't you?" Kevin nodded. "How do you know it wasn't your daughter that got him on drugs?" "I don't, I just assumed..." "All black men aren't drug dealers and sexual perverts Mr Reynolds. Get in your car." "You're letting me go?" Kevin asked, quickly getting back in his car. "That depends." The black cop walked up to the window and began unbuttoning his pants. "What are you doing?" Kevin cringed back as the cop pulled the zipper down. "We're not all drug dealers and sexual perverts, but some of us are. Suck my cock off and I'll forget I ever stopped you." The bile rose in the back of Kevin's throat as the cop pulled out a rapidly hardening dick that was twice as big as his own. The monster was thicker too and rising as it hardened. "You black fucker, I'll have you arrested for this." "I'll have you arrested Mr Reynolds. I have a bag of pot with your fingerprints all over it." The color drained from Kevin's face. Had the cop planted it in his car and tricked him into touching it? Was he some kind of sexual predator, prowling the back roads for victums? It made Kevin fear for his daughter even more knowing she was out with a black guy. "You'll never get away with this you bastard." "All I want is one blow job. That pot will get you ten years minimum. They'll do a lot worse to you in prison then one little blow job. What's it gonna be Mr Reynolds?" Kevin stared at it at once fascinated, disgusted, and jealous. The eleven inch black dick bobbing under his nose was impressive to say the least. It made his own dick crawl up into his scrotum with envy. "What if somebody sees us?" "Then you'd better hurry." Kevin didn't have much choice, he needed to protect his daughter. He leaned forward and took the black cock-head in his mouth. He was no stranger to sucking cock. When he was a teenager, he and a best friend had been blow buddies. They had started out jerking off together, then switched to jerking each other off. Blow jobs had been the next logical step. Kevin had found he enjoyed sucking his friend off to the point where he looked forward to giving as much as he did to recieving. They had continued for a year and a half until his buddy had gotten a girlfriend and soon after so had Kevin. His friend's six inch dick had been dificult, but the cop's black monstrosity was nearly impossible. This was the worst day of his life after the day he tragically became a widow. He had to hurry to catch his daughter. The strange thing was the more he swallowed the more he wanted. Each time he inhaled through his nose, the smell of the black man's cock seemed to spur him on. It was challenging, each inch down his throat was an accomplishment. Kevin felt his efforts were rewarded when the black man started thrusing his hips, fucking Kevin's mouth with his cock. ******************** The big black limo driver grinned at Jamal as he opened the door for the young black man. Jamal got out of the limo just as Sam opened her house door and disappeared inside without him getting a good look at her. "Go get her sir," said the driver for King limousines. "Thanks," replied Jamal. He looked swank in his tux and knew it. Jamal swaggered cockily as he walked through her front door. "Sam?" he called. "I'm coming down now," she said from upstairs. Jamal watched through the railing as first one foot appeared and then another. She had black high-heeled sandals on that wrapped around her calfs. He was glad to see her toenails were red for a change. She took another step down and he was delighted to see her legs just up above her knees. They were superbly shaped, athletic,
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