28 E&I University

E&I University
An E&I Enterprises Story
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer
Revised 2010

Note: This story was originally released in 3 parts.

September 2001
Year one, First semester

Guten tag and hello. My name is Vicca and I live in Hamburg, Germany. I
would very much like to attend your university in America. It is my
dream to become a professional dancer.

"Please enjoy this slideshow of my life." Vicca narrated her pictures.
"This is my family, my father Heinrich, Ursula my mother, und mien
brother Otto. This is my dog, Mikhail. You can guess which dancer he is
named after. This is me in costume performing a traditional German folk
dance. I also enjoy traveling. This is me skiing in Switzerland. This is
me in the Greek islands with my boyfriend Joachim."

Vicca wasn't certain if showing the picture of herself in a tiny bikini
on a beach in Greece was appropriate for a college application, but, as
it turned out, it assured her a place in the fall semester at Long
Island University.

********************

Dr. Jubal Mfune, the new Dean of Long Island University, relaxed in his
office reviewing applications for the new school year. LIU had been
failing and about to close its doors when a generous grant from King
Enterprises had saved the small art college. Solomon King's conditions
were simple. First, Jubal would become the new Dean. Second, the current
school board would resign. The state of New York also matched King's
grant as it had a vested interest in keeping the school open. After the
initial grant, the state would have nothing to do with keeping the
school running. The college would essentially be independent.

Solomon King had become famous in New York over the last ten years. He
was well known as a philanthropist and had been on the cover of Time
magazine. King ran a rehabilitation house for newly released prisoners
and troubled teens. Criminals who had gone through his rehabilitation
program had an 83% chance of staying out of prison. No one seemed to
notice that the 17% of criminals who ended up back in jail were almost
always white.

The government was thrilled to see dozens of rehabilitated African
Americans and state funding was increased. In the future, the numbers
would go from dozens to hundreds of ex-cons seeking rehab. King believed
in discipline and physical fitness. His graduates were all fit and
muscular men, but they were still mostly undereducated. That is where
Long Island University fit in.

Jubal looked up at his television when he heard Sharpspeare's name
mentioned. The polemic reverend was currently being considered for
enhancement. The anchorman continued, "The Governor announced today a
new plan called edufare. Edufare is the brain child of the Reverend Al
Sharpspeare seen here shaking hands with the governor. The state of New
York will be paying college tuitions for rehabilitated former prisoners.
The press conference was interrupted by a lone protester."

"I don't want my daughter going to a college with criminals."

The governor paused. "This program is a new idea and a test. The former
prisoners are mostly those with drug offenses not serious felons. I
don't know how King does it, but his rehabilitation center has kept
these offenders off drugs. An education is the next step in making them
productive citizens."

"How come the money only goes to blacks? Isn't that discrimination?"

Reverend Sharpspeare jumped in before the microphone. "What you call
discrimination, I call reparations and if something ain't done there
will be recriminations. Amen!"

Jubal turned the television off and continued reviewing video tapes for
the new students. Any woman the least bit attractive he added to the
accepted pile. Most white males he simply discarded. The white men he
accepted were mostly wimpy out-of-shape losers or obvious homosexuals of
which there were many (it was an art school after all). Naive young
college girls would find themselves surrounded by weak white men and
powerful black men. It should be a massacre, thought Jubal. Especially
with all the Xcite laced water coolers around the college. In a year or
so, they would hook up Xcite dispensers to the main water supply and by
then there would be more enhanced black students.

Long Island University was founded in the sixties by left wing radical
types. They sought to create a school dedicated to the artistic
pursuits. The main courses were originally music, dance, and art. In the
seventies, drama and film were added. In the eighties, writing and
modeling courses were offered. Now, in 2001, new classes were being
added dealing with business and computer programming mostly for the
newly enhanced black's benefit.

Jubal walked out onto his balcony and looked out over the small 30 acre
college and home to 1300 students. He could see the school's athletic
facility, the Kappa Gamma sorority house, and the three main halls,
King Hall, Garvey Hall, and the Martin Luther King Jr. Halls, East and West, all newly named.

The school merged with the surrounding town of Farmersville near Stony
Harbor. The town was mostly old houses, many with rooms rented to
students. There wasn't much to do in Farmersville. There were a few
shops on main street with two bars and there was the nearby
Hampton-Harbor mall. There was also a school of nursing just off campus
run by the Hampton-Harbor Hospital.

Solomon had called this project, "both a training ground and a recruiting ground for new talent."

This year, fifteen newly enhanced would learn how to run a small
business, program computers, and make movies. Next year there would be
many more. Naive young girls would find their acting classes were
leading them into porn and their dance classes would teach them how to
strip. Aspiring models would be hired by E&I Modeling.

Jubal couldn't wait for the official reopening of the college.

First Semester-

Vicca finished unpacking just as her door opened. "Hi, I'm Peg," said
A teenager entering the room. “I’m your new roommate.” Peg had arrived earlier and was already unpacked. Peg was an attractive, lithe brunette with long legs and straight brown hair falling past her shoulders. One ear peeked out from her hair.

"I'm Vicca."

"German?"

"Yes, from Hamburg."

"Cool. I'm from next door, in Jersey. What's your major?"

"Dancing."

Peg's eyes lit up. "Me too!" Peg came over and embraced Vicca. "I'm sure
we're going to be great friends. I was so nervous I might get stuck with
someone I didn't like."

"Me too," replied Vicca.

"Wanna go down to the Dean's office? They are about to hold a ribbon
cutting."

"Let us go then."

"You're quite the looker," said Peg as they left. "You're going to be
competition with the boys. This school is 67% female you know. Way too
much estrogen."

"I have boyfriend back home, though we have agreed to see other people."

The two girls followed the crowd to the ribbon cutting ceremony.

Vicca couldn't get close to the outdoor stage as it was surrounded by
students and reporters. Even from her vantage point it was a strange
sight. Four black men stood beside two white men. Three of the black men
completely dwarfed the white men. The whites were the Governor of New
York and the Mayor of Farmersville. Both men appeared uncomfortable. One
by one the blacks gave a speech and she discovered who they were. First
was Solomon King, the school's benefactor. Vicca sensed how relieved
many of the third and fourth year students were to have their school
saved. They applauded King with gusto. The second black man was her
Dean, Jubal Mfune. He had a slight accent and she learned after reading
his bio, that he was an émigré from the Sudan when he was young. The
third black was Reginald Jordan, the lawyer who had helped save the
school. The last was the Rev. Al Sharpspeare, who occasionally made the
news even in Germany. He was the size of the white men, slightly chubby,
with wavy black/gray hair and dressed in a ridiculous mauve jumpsuit
with a gold necklace.

The ribbon was cut and there was a smattering of applause.

One of the reporters shouted out, "Governor, is it true that this
college is a testing ground of the new Edufare program? Is that the
connection with Solomon King"

The governor rolled his eyes. "I'm not at liberty to say. The
whereabouts of the Edufare students is a matter of privacy. No more
questions."

The crowd broke up. Vicca and Peg left to scout out their new college.
Near the athletic facility the girls passed six huge black youths
playing basketball. They were tall and muscular like King, Sharpspeare,
and the Dean. Many had their shirts off, their black skin glistening
from sweat. Several white girls were in the stands watching the game.
Peg stared at the blacks and frowned.

The girls passed several sorority and fraternity houses, but had no
interest in joining them. Vicca was here to learn how to dance and
someday hoped to dance on Broadway.

***************

Vicca and Peg left their first class which was on modern dance. Both had
enjoyed it and were pleased. They barely noticed the blacks until one
whistled. Vicca frowned, but waved at him. They was passing the
basketball courts again and it was one of the players. Other players
were also checking both girls out. A dozen or so white girls were in the
stands watching the game.

Vicca was used to male attention. She had long brown hair and dark eyes.
Her figure was amazing with large, full breasts, yet a lean, fit
figure, and long dancer's legs. It was a hot Indian summer and she had
worn a short skirt and flowered tank top. Generally, she liked male
attention, but it had never come from giant black men before. Peg stared
back at the black boys as Vicca kept walking

They hurried to her ballet class. The professor teaching ballet was a
pretty woman. She looked like a ballerina with her hair up in a roll and
her thin body. Professor Denise Fitzgerald passed out a little box to
each student. Vicca opened hers. Inside was a strap with a large ball
attached to the inside. "Class, you will not be graded on this. However,
each student will be expected to practice with the ball gag until they
can hold it in their mouths for more then thirty minutes without
gagging. This will help strengthen the lungs and enhance your ability to
breath through your nose."

"You know what else it will help with?" whispered Peg, sitting behind
Vicca.

Another girl named Lucy responded, "Fuck that. As horny as I've been,
doing that would be a waste of my time."

"Unless he does you back." Both girls giggled.

Back at their dorm, Vicca tried the ball gag on. The ball was the size
of a golf ball. She quickly gagged and was forced to pull it out. When
she opened her eyes, Peg had her mouth stuffed and her eyes were closed
in concentration. Peg held out for several minutes before gagging.

****************

Months later…

Vicca found herself staring at a wide masculine chest. She looked up
into Dean Mfune's black face. Professor Fitzgerald had asked Vicca and
Peg to stop by her office and Vicca had nearly been bowled over by the
Dean as he left the professor's office. Peg had bumped into Vicca's
back. Vicca stepped out of the way and the Dean continued on without apologizing. "Vicca, Peg, please come in," called Denise Fitzgerald from inside.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?"

"Take a seat. Like some water?"

"Yes, please." Vicca watched her professor pour a glass of water from a
water cooler and hand it to her, then to Peg. The young German girl
observed her teacher. The professor's cheeks were flushed and puffy.
"You feeling all right, Professor?"

"I've never felt better."

Denise leaned back and Vicca couldn't help noticing her teacher's
nipples were erect and prominent through her blouse. "You wanted to see
us?"

"Yes, Vicca. I wanted to express to you what a pleasure it has been
being your teacher this semester. You have the potential to be one of
the best ballet dancers I've ever taught, despite your figure."

Vicca's breasts were larger then your typical waifish ballet dancer.
"Why, thank you, professor. Thank you very much."

"Thank you, Vicca. Peg that goes the same for you. You're a natural at
ballet. I hear you are doing well in your other dance classes too. As
for both of you, I'd like to see you broaden your range a bit. You
haven't signed up for any electives."

"I didn't see any that interested me." In truth, Vicca had found the
electives somewhat strange.

"Me neither." Peg concurred on the classes.

"That's fine, but one of the school's benefactors has provided us with
scholarships for two of the electives per semester. I'm authorized to
select a promising student to give this scholarship to and I'd like it
to be shared by you two."

"I'm honored, professor." Peg blushed with pleasure and downed her cup
of water.

"Then you accept?"

"I do."

"Wonderful. And you Vicca?"

"I don't see why not. Extra credit can not hurt."

"Great. Here's a list. Sign up for your first electives before the
break."

"I'll do that, professor." Vicca stood and finished her little cup of
water. Peg stood up beside her.

Vicca left the office reading through the list of electives. They were
strange with classes like, African tribal dancing 101, the history and
art of the strip tease, and modern exotic dancing. Vicca's eyes fell on
one titled Moroccan belly dancing. That didn't sound so unusual and
might even be interesting. She'd sign up for that one. "Belly dancing, I
think."

"Cool, that sounds kinda sweet actually. Men love that shit. I think I'll do that class too."

"Good." Vicca looked up from the list as she tried to negotiate around
the crowd surrounding the black basketball players. They didn't play so
much now since it was colder, but they always attracted a crowd. Some of
the female's watching even had favorites among the players, cheering
them on.

Vicca watched for a moment. Her eyes fell on one bare muscular torso and
despite his black skin, he looked sexy as anything she'd ever seen. She
felt her nipples growing sore as they poked into her bra. Damn, she was
getting randy again. She seemed to always leave a meeting with her
professor horny and aroused.

For the first time, Vicca let her eyes wander down one of the black
stud's torso. He was wearing sweat pants. What looked like a thick fat
sausage flopped around between his legs underneath his sweatpants. Vicca
felt her panties grow damp. She shook her head to clear it and checked
the crotches of the other blacks. They all had thick sausages between
their legs, the ends reaching halfway to their knees. Some were even
pressing hard against the fabric of their sweats as if trying to
rise.

"Do you see what I see?" Peg was staring mouth agape at the black men.

"Hard to miss, no?"

"Now that's a man, all of them. Shame they're black. They sure got what
I need."

"Peg!"

"Can't help it girlfriend, I'm horny and now that I'm away from my
parents I might try me some dark meat."

Vicca noticed Peg's nipples were as erect as her own. Peg's breasts fit
her frame, B-cups, but with long nipples on pointy, conical breasts.
Vicca's Germanic heritage had given her much larger breasts. Like the
rest of her family, Vicca would grow into them, but for now, she was a
top-heavy, thinly framed male fantasy girl.

"I need to get me some dick soon."

Vicca found Peg crude at times, but couldn't help agreeing. These horny
spells came over her from time to time and lasted days. Soon, she would
be home and Joachim could see to her needs.

"Would you ever fuck a black man?"

"I don't wish to mix the blood of the German master race with those of
inferior races." Vicca's mouth broke into a wide grin at Peg's look of
horror. "Just kidding." Both girls laughed. "Seriously, I wouldn't have
a problem with skin color. I only fuck men I know and care about
though."

"Casual sex can satisfy certain needs." Peg sighed. She had hooked up
for several one night stands over the semester, mostly men from Farmersville. She’d tried one male student, but he had failed to get an erection. Peg rarely had repeat dates. Vicca felt that her friend put out to soon, but Peg seemed a lot hornier then herself. "As for black men," Peg continued, "I might, but daddy would kill me."

"Lets go see if the scores of our finals have been posted.

That night Vicca and Peg hit one of the bars in Farmersville to
celebrate the end of their first semester. The bar was crowded. Vicca
and Peg worked their way through the crowd to meet up with some of their
classmates. "You know the term lame duck? Well Steve should be called a
limp dick. Hey V, Hey Peg. I was just telling Cindy what a wimp loser
Steve turned out to be."

Vicca looked at Lucy. "I thought he rocked your world?"

"He did the first time. The next date, he couldn't even get it up. I
swear his penis even looked shriveled up."

"Poor guy," said Peg, remembering her own impotent date.

"Poor guy my ass. I was ready to fuck all night I was so horny.

"There are some lame ass dudes in this school," said Cindy. "It's bad
enough there's so few men in this school to begin with. I need a real
man." Cindy nearly shouted the last statement

"Mine is taken." The hot blonde laughed as she walked by.

The four dance majors watched her pass. On her arm was one of the giant
black men.

***************

Vicca and Peg helped keep each other from falling as they stumbled their
way back to their dorms. "I'm surprised you didn't go home with anyone?"

Peg's sigh turned into a hiccough. "I tried to catch Kyle's eye, but it
didn't work. How about you, still faithful?"

"I'm about ready to jump a stranger. Hopefully Joachim will take care of
me in a few days."

The two girls entered their room. Vicca pulled her top of and pulled her
jeans down over her hips. Peg watched her. Vicca's hand fumbled behind
her for the bra clasp. "Let me help you," said Peg, unhooking Vicca's
bra.

"Thanksh, haven't been this drunk for awhile."

"Here, lie down." Peg pulled back the covers on Vicca's bed and helped
Vicca down. The German girl was now clad only in her panties.
Peg was wearing her bra and panties also. They were sexy Hidden Closet
lingerie. Peg called them her fuck me underwear. She only wore them when
she planned on hooking up "Want me to take your panties off?"

"Not necessary. Leave them on."

"You sure," said Peg, reaching down between Vicca's legs.

"Wha... what are you doing?" Vicca's body jumped a little as Peg's
fingers pressed into Vicca's wet panties.

"You’re as wet as I am." Peg worked her finger underneath the panty and
slid the tip along Vicca's wet slit.

"Peg!" Vicca couldn't help herself. She raised her hips up into Peg's
probing finger and half the digit slid into her pussy.

"Relax this is college. We're supposed to experiment. We can help each
other out." Peg reached out for Vicca's arm and grabbed it. She brought Vicca's hand up between her legs. Vicca pressed her fingers into Peg's crotch. The American girl was indeed as wet as Vicca was. Vicca pushed her finger against the cotton fabric.

"Oh that feels good," moaned Peg.

"Yes!" agreed Vicca as Peg's finger probed deeper. She didn't know what
she was doing, but it felt too good to quit. She was horny now. She
couldn't wait for Joachim.

Peg pulled her finger out long enough to yank Vicca's panties off and
Peg used the opportunity to step out of her own. She joined Vicca on the
bed lying beside the buxom German girl. "Your pussy's very hairy," said
Peg, staring into Vicca's big brown eyes. As she stared, her hand slid
down over Vicca's bush. She reinserted her finger and bent over to
clamp her lips down on one of Vicca's long puffy nipples.

"Oh god, Yes, Ja Ja." Vicca lost it. She humped Peg's finger as she
orgasmed. Her orgasm was as good as any Joachim had given her.

"Now do me," said Peg, pulling her finger out.

Vicca nodded. Her hand found its way back to Peg's crotch. She twirled
her fingertip around Peg's clit before inserting her finger. "How's
this?"

"Use two," whimpered Peg.

Vicca inserted two fingers and began pumping them in and out like she
was fucking her roommate. She emulated Peg and leaned over to suck one
of Peg's firm breasts.

"That's it. Faster. Harder. Hold your fingers in deep. Oh fuck yeah. I'm
cumming." Peg almost giggled with delight as she got a little relief
from her horniness.

Vicca acted like she was in a state of shock over what had just happened
and collapsed beside her friend. Peg smiled and kissed her on the lips
like it was the most natural thing in the world. "I'll be right back,"
said Peg getting up. "Keep my spot warm."

Vicca closed her eyes a moment and reopened them when she heard Peg
return from the bathroom. "I'm not a lesbian," she said.

Peg laughed. "You know I'm not."

Vicca felt a little better. She noticed Peg carrying something. "What do
you got there?"

"I figured we'd do something about that hairy pussy." Peg held up
shaving cream, scissor, and a razor.

"I've never shaved down there!"

"I can tell. Now come here my hairy European friend. Let's give your
boyfriend a nice surprise when you see him. Sit on the bed and lay
back."

Vicca did as she was told. Peg kneeled between her legs. Peg pushed her
long brown hair back over her ears to keep it out of her way. First she
used the scissors, pressing the cold metal against Vicca's crotch. There
was a "snip" and Vicca's hair started to fall away. Peg trimmed her
entire pussy as close to the skin as she could get it. She applied the
shaving cream directly on to Vicca's crotch. Peg got up to get a cup of
water to rinse the razor. When she returned, she quickly started
applying the razor.

Vicca lay back with her eyes closed. She was still drunk and the room
was spinning. Cold air started caressing her crotch as the hair
disappeared. She shivered.

"Cold?" Peg shaved the last little piece of hair from Vicca's pussy.
"Here, I'll blow on it to warm it up."

The cold air turned warm as Peg blew across her freshly shaved crotch.
Peg's breath was moving lower and Vicca shivered again. Her legs
unconsciously opened wider as Peg blew directly against her labia. Vicca
felt the air turn moist. Her eyes flew open as Peg's tongue entered her
pussy. Vicca's mouth opened in protest, but instead a moan came out. The
moan grew louder. turning into the biggest orgasm of the twenty four year old's life.

Peg worked her tongue as deep as she could. She lapped like a madwoman,
not wanting Vicca to have second thoughts. The American desperately
wanted her own pussy eaten and the better job she did on Vicca, the
more chance Vicca would do her. Peg lapped around Vicca's clit for a
moment delighted that Vicca almost immediately came again. Vicca kept
cumming as Peg inserted two fingers into the newly bare pussy while she
sucked Vicca's clit between her lips. "Oh Joachim," groaned Vicca. That
was fine with Peg. The whole time Vicca was finger fucking her, Peg was
pretending she was with one of the hung black basketball players. It
wasn't his finger he was using on her needy pussy either.

When Vicca came to her senses, Peg was working her jaw around. "How was
that?" asked Peg.

"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't incredible."

"Good. Now it's your turn to shave me." Peg dropped the robe she'd put
on to leave the room. She sat on her own bed.

Vicca knew what Peg meant by "shaving." She had no desire whatsoever to
do what Peg had just done to her. Still, it had been the best sex of
Vicca's life and she owed Peg for that. Peg's pussy didn't need trimming
so Vicca went straight for the shaving cream. Peg was lying back with
her eyes closed just as Vicca had. She almost laughed when a thought popped into her head. How many of the male students would be dying to watch this scene right now?

**************

"Control yourself."

The young black monitor jumped as he was startled. At the same time cum
shot over a foot up from his eleven inch cock. "Yes, sir."
He grabbed an already cum-soaked paper towel and tried to clean up his
fresh mess.

"I can see what's gotten into you," said the Dean, leaning over his
shoulder. "Ah, it's the German girl. This is live?"

"Yeah. My cock wants that German pussy something fierce. I watch her all
the time."

"Good thing we put them in a wired dorm." Mfune had tried to put the
most attractive girls into wired dorms. Vicca and Peg were two of the hottest. Unfortunately, the sorority girls were usually the hottest and none of their houses were wired yet.

"Wish we had sound and the quality were better."

"In a few years it will be. Then we also have Xcite dispensers hooked up
directly into the water supply and not just the water coolers.
The action will be non-stop then. Send this tape to the voyeurcom
people."

Vicca had finished shaving the other girl now. Her mouth was hesitating
inches from the girl's pussy. Apparently the girl was impatient. She
grabbed Vicca's head and pulled it into her pussy. The German's head
started moving between the other girl's legs.

Mfune watched the monitor's cock hardening again. He almost considered
jerking off his own stiffening cock, but Denise the ballet professor was
waiting for him in his room. She'd just dumped her husband and had come
to the Dean crying. She'd forget about her husband once Mfune rejoined
her.

**************

Vicca snuck out of her room past a sleeping Peg. She didn't want to wake
the contented looking girl nor did she know what she would say to her
after last night. Vicca had slept contentedly too, but now she was as
horny as ever.

Vicca stayed horny the entire flight home to Germany. Once back in
Hamburg, she got in touch with Joachim as soon as she was able to break
away from her family. He seemed delighted by her aggressiveness and even
more delighted by her shaved pussy. He caressed it like one would a
newborn. Joachim thought he was the luckiest man in Germany when Vicca
deep throated his penis. She never gagged once thanks to her breathing
practice with the ball gag.

While home, Vicca forgot about LIU for a time. It had been one crazy semester. Vicca wondered what the second semester would bring.


Year one, Semester two


Peg turned red when Vicca returned to the dorm. Vicca felt her own face
flush. Neither girl had spoken since the night they'd fooled around.
"How was your trip?" asked Peg.

"Wonderful. How was your break?"

"Pretty good. Did you see Joachim?"

"Yes. We spent a lot of time together."

"I met a nice guy back home."

"Great. Are you going to see him again?"

"Whenever I can. Lets just say, he wasn't disappointing in the bedroom
like some of the losers around this school."

Vicca smiled at her friend and began unpacking. It looked like they were
going to pretend nothing had happened. That was fine with Vicca.

Throughout the semester, Peg and Vicca continued to be friends, but it
wasn't the same. A barrier had built up between them. One day Peg came
back to the room complaining about being horny again. Vicca hadn't
developed the same problem yet this semester and she prayed Peg wouldn't
try anything. Peg did stare at her for an uncomfortable moment, but
ended up announcing that she was driving home that night to see her
boyfriend and wouldn't be back until the next day. This happened
frequently with Peg.

**************

Vicca's second semester didn't have a lot of dance classes and she found
herself looking forward to Moroccan Belly Dancing. The teacher was
Arabic, beautiful, and very sensuous.

Vicca found it very erotic the first time, the teacher danced for them
in her belly dancer costume. She had a pierced navel with a large gem
stud inside. Class was very hands on as there ware only four girls in
the elective.

Vicca found herself standing alongside Peg, Lucy, and Sara practicing
undulating their bellies and raising their hips up high to the left and
then the right. The girls had been asked to wear skirts and bikini tops
while practicing. Most of the class was spent standing and working the
belly while the teacher reviewed the history and styles of belly
dancing. For the final, the girls would be dancing at a Moroccan
restaurant several hours from the college.

**************

Did it hurt? asked Peg two weeks before the final.

Vicca was still wincing as she looked down at her pierced bellybutton.
"Yes, but not that bad. I like it. The diamond was fake, but glittered
in the light. "You're up."

Vicca watched as her friend stepped up to the body piercer and raised
her shirt up over her belly. Three months of practicing undulations had
Peg's belly flat and trim. Vicca's had firmed up too, but she had a
slight sexy bulge under her navel. They had decided to emulate their
teacher and pierce their navels.

The night of the final arrived. All four girls had been given costumes,
complete with veils and finger cymbals. Peg wore a small panty connected
to sheer pantaloons. Vicca's was a more gypsy looking skirt with slits
up the sides to her waist. Their teacher would not be dancing, but was
riding along to observe. A limo pulled up next to the five women and a
giant black man got out of the driver's seat. He walked over and opened
the door for the five ladies. "I'm Brad Wurse," said the black man. "If
there's anything you need please let me know. The privacy screen is up,
if you need me press the intercom. Feel free to make use of the bar.
Drinks are included in the fare. Thank you for choosing King Limousines."

"Hey! There's booze in here," said one of the girls.

Ameena the teacher looked surprised. "They must not have realized two of
you are under twenty-one. Anyway, I'll pretend I didn't see anything if
you girls are thirsty.

"The concept of a drinking age is silly anyway," said Vicca, who'd been
drinking beer with her dad since she was fourteen. She was the oldest of
the girls at twenty-four. She made herself a rum and coke.

"I'll take one," said one of the girls. Vicca ended up mixing five rums
and cokes and five more after that.

The women were feeling free and loose by the time the limo pulled up to
the Atlas restaurant. The giant black man opened the door for them.
"Please use the side entrance," said Brad. "The owner is waiting for
you."

Ameena led the four girls down the alley. An Arab man was holding the
kitchen door for the girls. "I am Hasim. Please come quickly. My guests
are waiting. Good to see you, Ameena."

"And you Hasim." Ameena looked at her students. "Lets get ready girls.
The plan is for you to enter the restaurant one at a time until all four
are dancing. It's custom for the patrons to call over their favorites to
their tables to dance. You may find this odd, but it is also custom for
the men to kiss your bellies if they approve."  

"Yech," said Peg.

"Don't mock our customs. For that you can go first."

Vicca found it odd, that during their study of belly dancing, they had
never read anything about that custom. Hasim led Peg out and she could
hear him making an announcement to a spattering of applause. Music
started. Vicca had worn a cardigan over her chest to keep warm. She
unbuttoned it and pulled it off. Her nipples were hard and pointy poking
right through the fabric of her top. She was suddenly conscious of a hot
wetness between her thighs. 'Oh no,' she thought, 'I'm getting horny
again.'

Vicca glanced at the others and noticed visible outlines of their
nipples as well. They all seemed agitated. Vicca wondered if it was
common to get aroused before dancing for a man's pleasure. Of course,
their teacher looked just as horny and she wasn't dancing.

Hasim appeared and made beckoning motions with his hand. Ameena sent out
the next girl and soon thereafter the next. "Get ready Vicca."

Vicca clanged her cymbals and made her belly perform an undulating wave
to warm up. The giant black limo driver entered from the alley way.
"I'll be in the foyer," he said in a deep voice. Ameena just bowed her
head demurely.

"What was that about?" asked Vicca.

"Oh, I just asked Der Bratwurst to keep an eye on you girls. Arab men
can be quite demanding at times. There's Hasim, now go."

Vicca barely recognized that the limo driver's nickname was "The
Sausage" in German, before she was walking out into the restaurant.

Vicca held her arms up over her head, fingers poised. She snapped the
cymbals together and twirled around until the skirts billowed out. She
was sensuous and sultry as she danced barefooted over towards a large
dining table filled with Arab men. They were smoking long cigarettes.
Three wore Saudi style head gear. Vicca froze and undulated her belly. One Arab promptly leaned down and kissed the gem in her navel. She continued to undulate while shaking her hips. The music was increasing and Vicca increased her pace. Her hips arched left, then right. She twirled around the table so intent on dancing, she didn't notice the admiring glances of the Arab men. The music was so fast now, she had difficulty beating the cymbals fast enough. Her belly began to shine in the light as sweat coated her body. The music slowed.

"Here, here," called a man from another table. Vicca stepped over the discarded veils of one of the other dancers and danced over towards the other table. She passed Brad standing in the over by the Maitre'D stand. Two Arab men were talking excitedly to him.

Vicca continued to slowly dance. She was enjoying herself. Another man
kissed her abdomen under her navel as she left one table. She danced
towards the next. Vicca winked as she passed Peg. Her roommate was
standing away from the tables breathing heavily, but looked like she was
having fun also.

The next table was traditional. Two men sat on the rug around a little
table. Vicca danced for them. She twirled around noticing Brad had his
hand on Peg's arm and was speaking to her. He pointed down a hall. Peg
turned and headed in the direction he had pointed. An Arab stepped up to
Brad and pointed towards one of the girls. Brad nodded and held up five fingers. The Arab pulled out his wallet.

Vicca continued to dance until the music stopped. She walked back
towards the kitchen, but couldn't see any of the people she had come
with. She was about to approach, Mr. Hasim, when Brad cleared his throat
behind her. "You seen the others, Brad?"

"They is giving private dances. Someone has asked for you. Go to the
second room down the hall on the right."

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice."

"Just go. It's part of your final grade."

Vicca did what she was told just to get away from the domineering black
man. She didn't like his looks, but her instincts were telling her to
obey him. Not to mention wondering why a limo driver was talking about
grading her. The room she entered didn't have a door, but Arabian style
curtains.

"Ah, there you are my sweet." The Arab was sitting on cushions on the
floor. A small table was beside him with a coffee cup on top.

"You wanted a dance?"

"Yes. Yes, of course. Dance for me. Your grace and beauty are
overwhelming. You are German?"

"Yes." Vicca started dancing despite the fact there was no music.

"Well you move like a woman born to the desert." The Arab stared
excitedly at her belly. The man was in his fifties and heavy set, but not fat. He had a large mustache and big bushy grayish black eyebrows. He was dressed like a businessman and like many from desert cultures, he reeked of cologne.

Vicca's leg came out from the skirt as she arched her back and bare
foot. An ankle bracelet made of tiny bells rang as she shook her foot.
Vicca stared at her patron as she moved her hips for him, twirling and
dancing. He clapped excitedly from time to time, staring mostly at the
gem in her belly.

"Magnificent. Come to me."

Vicca danced towards the Arab. She undulated her belly almost as if it
were leading her body towards him. She got closer and closer. One bare
leg stepped across his body on his right. Her other leg straddled him on
his left. He leaned forwards, his hands rested on her legs just above
her knees. The Arab’s hot breath caressed her stomach just before his
lips kissed her belly button. He kissed above and the sides of her
stomach. His hands were on her thighs now. He kissed the bulge beneath
her navel and continued kissing it as his hands slid under her skirt.
Vicca's pussy gave a little squirt of excitement. It was so needy, it
just screamed for attention and didn't care from whom it got it. The
Arab's lips were brushing her skirt now. If he moved the skirt down a
centimeter, she would be revealing her pubic hair which had grown back
over the winter, though now she kept it trimmed down.

Vicca gasped as one of the man's pudgy fingers pressed against her
cotton panties. He stroked her, pushing hard enough that her labia was parting. "What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Rewarding you. You're pussy is very needy." The Arab let his finger
slip around her panties and it easily slid into Vicca's wet pussy.

Vicca didn't retreat from the pudgy finger like her instincts told her.
Instead, her desire was such that she pushed down into it to make it go
deeper. Vicca wished the finger was Joachim's hard penis or any hard
penis she was so far gone. The Arab placed his free hand on her back and
pressed down. As she stooped, he slid his tongue up over her navel and
up her stomach between her ribs. His hand slid up her back. Vicca's top
dropped as he swiftly undid it.

"Your breasts are magnificent, child." The Arab licked his tongue up
under her bosom, then up over her nipple. He flicked his tongue over her
erect nipple many times before switching breasts. Vicca's pussy expanded
as a second finger slipped inside. He began working his fingers, pumping
them faster and faster as he sucked one of her nipples between his lips.

Vicca was humping the man's hand she was so hot and bothered. "Oh god,"
she whimpered as an orgasm approached.

The Arab took his mouth off her nipple and said, "I hope you realize
what a gift it is I am giving you. It is the female's duty to please the
male, not the other way around."

Vicca surprised herself by gasping, "Thank you," despite the sexism of
the comment. Her orgasm went off like fireworks and was stronger then
anything she had experienced previously.

"Now it's your turn," said the man whose name she didn't even know. He
released her and began fumbling with his pants. He pulled out a fat,
hairy cock that made her pussy spasm with desire despite the fact she
was still gasping from her orgasm.

Vicca hadn't seen too many penises so she was fascinated with this one.
It was fatter then her boyfriend’s, but about the same length, six
inches. The most interesting thing was the cock's hood which she pulled
down as she grasped it. His crotch was very hairy, it looked like the
shaft was a mushroom growing up out of a pile of moss. She could barely
see his balls and his hair continued up the man's bulging stomach.

"Suck it," ordered the man. Vicca placed her lips on his cock head. She
looked up at him. He had a smug look on his face as he stared down at
her. Vicca relaxed her throat and shoved forwards. The man's entire cock
disappeared inside her mouth. His smug look turned into a gasp of
surprise. He grunted as she bobbed her head several times. "You infidel
bitches know how to treat cock. Praise Allah! Swallow that cock meat,
heathen. Suck it, white slut."

Vicca was too far gone to stop. Her training with the ball gag had
turned her into an excellent cocksucker. She wanted to get this man off.
She wanted his cock pumping his hot seed down her throat even if he was
a jerk. At least he might put in a good word with her teacher. The Arab groaned and grabbed the sides of her head. His cock jerked down her throat. Vicca could feel his seed running into her stomach. He held
it there until he quit cumming. When he slowly withdrew his cock from
her mouth, she found herself disappointed there wasn't any left to
taste. Not to miss out, as his deflating penis hung before her mouth,
she grabbed it and milked a last drop of sperm out of the slit. Her
tongue lapped it up, but it wasn't enough. She jerked on it some more hoping it would get hard enough again to take on her needy pussy.

"I don't think it'll be ready for awhile."

Vicca sat back, shocked by her behavior. She grabbed her top and wrapped
it around her breasts. She'd just sucked off an unattractive man old
enough to be her father and she'd enjoyed it. It couldn't get worse then
this?

"I can be ready later. Come home with me. Your pimp doesn't have to
know."

"My pimp!"

"Yes, I'll pay more."

"Mein gott! I'm not a whore."

"You sure act like one. Besides all you infidel women are whores even if
you deny it."

Vicca swirled around and stormed out. She'd seen Brad collecting money.
The damn limo driver was pimping them out. Vicca stormed off to find
him. She heard moans through the beaded curtains all around her. A
glance through the nearest showed Lucy fucking an Arab. He was sitting on a cushion and Lucy was in his lap. They were kissing. The next curtain was much the same, though not as romantic looking. Sara was leaning over a bean bag chair and another hairy, fat Arab was fucking her from behind. The last curtain was the biggest shock of all. Peg was also getting fucked from behind, but she also had a cock in her mouth. Peg really seemed to be enjoying it.

Vicca was stunned. She wandered into the now empty restaurant looking
for her teacher or Brad the limo driver who had pimped the girls out.
She found them outside.

The back of the limo was bouncing furiously. The windows were up and tinted so she couldn't see in. She wasn't aware that Brad was watching her as she tried to see inside. The sunroof was open and Ameena's head was popping out of it like a jack-in-the-box. Her hands were on the roof and she was pulling herself up and down. "Talk bitch," said Brad.

Vicca listened as Ameena moaned. "Fuck me with that big black cock. My
pussy's so stuffed. Your big cock is making me cum. I wish I had
discovered black cock before I met my husband."

"I aint yo first then?"

"No. Fucked first..." Ameena paused to moan and cum. "Last fall... I
love it. Never fucking white dick again." (See "Xavier Models Again")

"Ready for it, bitch?"

"Always."

Vicca backed up aware they would be finished soon. Ameena let out a high
pitched wail. Vicca backed into Peg.

"Ameena's fucking the limo driver?" asked Peg.

"Yes. Peg, I saw you with the two men."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I couldn't help it. You do anything with yours?"

"I blew him."

"You know as embarrassing as it is that you saw me, it still wasn't enough. I'm still horny. It sounds like the man in the limo has what it takes, though."

"What's going..."

"Ssshh," whispered Peg and Vicca to Lucy as she came out. They ducked
and the student followed suit. The limo door opened and Brad stepped
out. His pants were around his ankles. He stood still for a moment as if
posing. Three young women stared wide eyed at the giant black cock
swinging between Brad's legs.

"Yeah, that's about what it would take," whispered Peg.

"Der Bratwurst," whispered Vicca, understanding Brad's nickname.

Brad pulled his pants up. Ameena got out of the limo adjusting her
clothes. Brad walked towards the alley. "Ready ladies?" he asked, seeing
them and grinning. "Where's the other one?"

"I don't think she's coming."

"I'll go check on her," said Brad.

"What do you mean, she's not coming?" asked Vicca.

The student smiled. "It's so romantic. The man she fu... danced for is a
Syrian prince. He's taking her home to be his bride. Oh, it's just like
Princess Grace or Queen Noor. Here's a picture he gave her of his
palace." The girl passed the picture over to Peg who whistled. "That
sure ain't Newark. Nice digs."

Brad returned with a big grin on his face. "Nope, she ain’t coming with
us." The grin was from a check for 10,000 dollars the Arab had just
paid him for his whore. Lets go.

Vicca sat uncomfortably in the back of the limo. The other girls were
all squirming too. Most were sweating. Vicca's nipples were harder then
they'd ever been. The man driving them home was a monster, but the image
of his huge cock kept popping into her mind. She pictured herself
dancing for Brad as she straddled him and the bratwurst entered her
desperate pussy. Vicca blinked away these fantasies. Ameena hadn't said
much. The teacher was wearing a knee length skirt and liquefied semen
was running down her legs. She closed them, but there was an amazing
amount. The limo reeked of sex and sperm. Finally, Vicca couldn't take
it any more and reopened the sunroof. The students all sighed with
relief and gasped for fresh air.

The limo stopped on campus. Brad got out to open the door for the girls.
"Ah... Brad is going to take me home, girls. Be careful," said Ameena.

"Bye," said Lucy, hurrying off.

Brad grinned at Peg and Vicca. Vicca's knees felt weak as she stared up
at him. She almost feared she might fall to her knees before him, but
she stood up to him. "I know what you did."

"What?" asked Peg, confused.

"He pimped us out to those Arabs, Peg."

"No way."

"You were some good ho's too," said Brad, grinning. Peg gasped. "Here's
your cut." He took a big wad of money out of his pocket and pulled out a
fifty. He handed it to Vicca, but she wouldn't take it. Brad stuffed it
into her top above her breasts. "And for you, you little slut. Fucking
two gets you two bills." Peg's cheeks were crimson, but unlike her
roommate, she grabbed the two hundred dollars from the black man's hand.
"If you two want more work, call me." Brad raised his fingers to his
cap, saluting them and returned to the driver's seat.

"We should call the police," said Vicca.

"No proof." Peg carefully pocketed the money. "And besides one of us is marrying a handsome Arab prince with a huge palace." Peg waved the picture.

"Let me see." Vicca took the picture and looked at it. "That's not a Syrian palace."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not in Syria. It's in India. That's the Taj Mahal!"

Neither Peg nor Vicca ever saw their classmate, Sara again



Year one, semester 3



Vicca had doubts about returning to Long Island University. It had been
the strangest year of her life. She had fooled around with her female
roommate. She had gone down on a stranger only to find that he had
believed her to be a prostitute and paid someone to be with her.

The school was pretty run of the mill, but had some bizarre electives.
Last semester she had taken belly dancing and discovered she liked it.
She practiced every day over her spring break and was the fittest she
had ever been. This semester she was taking, Introduction to modern
exotic dancing. An odd choice and an odd class, but the school was
paying for it. Vicca was nervous about the class, but assumed the final
wouldn't be stripping at a nudie bar.

The first thing Vicca noticed opening the door to her room was that it
reeked of sex. It reminded her of the limo ride coming back from the
Moroccan restaurant after Brad had fucked her belly dance instructor.
She startled Peg who had been asleep even though it was mid-afternoon.
"How was your trip?" Peg asked through a yawn.

"Pretty good. How are your folks?"

"Fine. I stayed here most of spring break though. I gotta get me a
shower. Talk to ya when I get back."

Vicca set her suitcase down on the bed. She watched Peg climb out from
under the covers. She was nude. Dried sperm flakes covered her crotch
and belly. Her friend put a robe on and grabbed her shampoo bottle. She
left the room shuffling like a zombie.

Vicca removed the airline stickers on her luggage. She crumbled them up
and tossed them into the wastebasket noticing what looked like a
desiccated wet balloon lying on top of the trash. It was a condom.
Something about it was strange. The pretty young German girl took a
tissue off the dresser and picked up the end of the rubber. The thing
was over a foot long and the diameter of the entrance was nearly as big
around as her wrist. There was no sperm in the receptacle ending.
Indeed, there was no receptacle at all. The thing had apparently popped.
Peg's mattress and sheets were covered with stains.

The image of Brad's massive black cock swaying before him quickly came
to mind. It was an image that her mind recalled often despite the fact
she wanted to forget that night. There were two more condoms laying about the trash can all sized for a foot long cock and all with the ends blown off. Vicca knew instinctively that her roommate had fucked a black man. Probably one of the new students that always played basketball.

Vicca opened their door and sprayed some air freshener around the room.
She emptied the trash before unpacking. She was no longer certain she
liked her roommate, Peg. The Jersey girl was just a little too slutty
even for an open minded European. "Would you like to get something to
eat?" asked Vicca, when Peg got back.

"Can't. Got plans."

Vicca opened a book while Peg changed. She couldn't help noticing her
roommate slip into some of her sexiest underwear. Her thong was sheer
and clearly showed her shaved crotch. Her bra was as sheer with her
nipples perfectly visible. The bra was so thin, the outlines of Peg's
nipples were plain even through her blouse. Peg tied her blouse up to
show off her stomach and her pierced navel. Her denim skirt was short
stopping halfway between her knees and thighs. Heeled sandals completed
the outfit.

"Hot date with a new boyfriend?"

"Nope," said Peg. "I'll see you in the morning.

****************

Vicca's alarm went off and she crawled out of bed. "Time to get up," she
said, but Peg ignored her. Peg had gotten in late and pulled her pillow
over her head refusing to get up.

Vicca grabbed her towel, conditioner, and shampoo. She left the room
heading to the showers. They were crowded with other students heading to
first period. Vicca washed then returned to her room with her towel
wrapped around her. "Last chance," she said to Peg.

"Let me sleep," growled Peg.

Vicca shrugged, noticing something as she looked down. Peg kept a lamp
stand with a drawer in it beside her bed. The drawer was partially open.
Inside was a stack of fifty dollar bills. Vicca frowned at all the
money.

Peg never showed up for any of their classes and Vicca never got a
chance to return to their room to check up on her. She grabbed a quick
meal at the dining hall, then hurried to her new elective class.

Introduction to Modern Exotic Dancing had four students. One of the
female students had been in the belly dancing class, Lucy, the student
Vicca had seen riding one of the Arab men. The other girl, Cindy, she
recognized from some of her standard classes. The remaining student was
a giant muscular black man named Derek.

Their teacher came out. She was a beautiful Asian woman. "Hello,
students. I'm Asia and I'll be your instructor." Asia appeared to be a
full blooded Asian, but her accent was Bostonian. She was an all
American woman. Her breasts were huge and her slinky outfit hugged a
magnificent figure. "Before you ask," said Asia as one of the female
students raised her hand. "Yes, I am a stripper."

"But why would you do that for a living?" asked the girl who had raised
her hand.

"You want a short, one word answer? Money. I make over one hundred
thousand dollars every year." Asia paused while most of the students
gasped. "That's more then any of you will make dancing on Broadway or
Vegas or anywhere else."

Vicca was stunned. The other female students were equally shocked. Lucy,
slowly nodded her head, they both looked thoughtful. "Then why are you
teaching us?"

"Just as a favor," replied Asia winking. "I may not teach this class
next year."

"Can men make that kind of money?" asked Derek. He was sitting in front
of the class.

"Often men can make the same or more, but without working as much.
Bachelorette parties in particular can be gold mines."

"Now lets get this class rolling. For centuries women have danced for
men's pleasure..."

****************

Vicca attended her classes for several days and rarely saw Peg. Peg
tiredly stumbled into several classes, but her heart clearly wasn't in
it. When Friday night rolled around, Vicca asked, "we going to the usual
spot?" The spot being one of the popular bars in town.

"No, I can't. I'm going out again. I'll see you after I shower."

Vicca eyed the ensemble Peg had laid out. It consisted of more slutty
underwear and a dress. Vicca was silent when Peg returned and began
dressing.

"Well, I gotta get going," said Peg, applying bright red lipstick."

"You don't seem thrilled."

"I'm not. See ya."

"I'll walk you out." Vicca walked beside a silent Peg through the dorm.
"Peg, are you hooking?"

"Brad says he could get you clients too, if you're interested."

"Mein gott. No way, I'm no slut."

"And I am?"

"I saw you with two Arab men at the restaurant."

"I've done worse since."

"You don't have to do it. I can get you help. Does Brad hurt you?"

Peg chuckled. "No. I enjoy it and Brad prefers positive reinforcement
over punishment."

"Then why do you seem depressed?"

"My client tonight is white. White men no longer satisfy me. It becomes
harder to fake it with them."

"How much are you making?" asked Vicca as they entered the ground. She
could see Brad standing by his limo. "What would you charge to fuck that
student over there, or that old professor." Vicca pointed at the people.
"Or Dean Mfune there?"

"The first two a couple of hundred. The Dean would get it free."

"Why?"

"I only fuck white men for money. Black men get it for free. Vicca, once
you find out what a black cock is capable of, you'll understand. I'll
get Brad to break you in if you'd like?"

"Ah... no thanks."

"Well, well. The little German girl," said Brad, as they walked up to the limo. Vicca embarrassed herself by glancing at his crotch. "Looking for work?" he continued.

"No thanks. Just trying to talk Peg out of it."

"Change your mind and you know where to reach me." Brad held the door
for Peg and then headed for the driver's seat. Vicca watched them drive
off. She was worried about her friend, but the image of Brad's cock kept
popping into her head.

After that night, Vicca rarely spoke to Peg.

***************

'I had no idea.'  The thought kept running through Vicca's mind. On
stage at the school's theater, Asia was dancing. She was both sensuous
and beautiful. The girl's eyes were riveted on the scene. Derek appeared
to be flustered. Sweat covered his brow and he almost appeared to be in
pain, but he too stared at their instructor.

The music stopped. Asia bowed to her audience. She stood nude and
strolled directly towards Derek. The girls couldn't believe what they
were seeing as Asia stretched one heeled foot over Derek's lap and
rested her foot on the armrest of the seat next to him. Derek stared
between her legs and pulled out a dollar bill, sliding it into Asia's garter.

"Normally, I make a lot more," said Asia. She walked back to the stage
and put her bikini on in front of them while continuing to talk.
"Feminists will tell you that stripping demeans women. They lie. It
empowers women. The next four classes each of you will be required to
strip. I can't make you go nude of course, but you're welcome to go as
far as you like. I can provide tassels and pasties for the breasts. The
class will critique each student after hers or his performance. I favor
elaborate dance routines as they are more pleasing to men and generate
more revenue. If you prefer, you can just get up before the class, strip
and dance around in heels, but that's not what erotic dancing is all
about and the highest grade I'll give you is a "C". I'll see you next
week." Asia turned her attention on the giant black man who appeared to
be limping. "Oh Derek, stay behind for a moment and we can take care of
that problem of yours."

**************

Peg finished packing her things. "You're moving out?" asked Vicca.

"I'm dropping out of school."

"You going to be a full time hooker?"

"No. No more hooking."

"Well that's good news at least," sighed Vicca.

"I'm gonna do interracial porn. I can't fuck whites anymore and that's
where the money is. It's too hard to fake enjoying it. I'm a dancer not
an actress. Anyway good luck to you Vicca."

"And you also," replied Vicca falling back on her bed. The young German
girl couldn't believe she had fooled around with Peg. Her roommate was
the biggest slut she had ever known.

****************

"Alright Vicca, let's see what you got," yelled Asia.

Vicca swallowed nervously from her cup. The school had rolled a water
cooler filled with Aqua Naive Blanc water backstage. Kid Rock's cowboy
song started blaring. Like many Europeans, Vicca had a fascination with
the American wild west. She'd chosen her outfit accordingly. She'd made
a short trip to the city and purchased everything she needed. She
straightened her shoulders and stepped out through the curtains.

The black man and the three white women applauded. Vicca walked
bow-legged to the edge of the stage. She pulled one of her toy guns out
of the holster and twirled it. She finished by puckering her lips and
blowing down the barrel. Vicca walked over to the pole, grabbed it and
began straddling it. She pulled her cowboy hat off and beat it against
her hips like she was urging a horse to speed up.

Vicca was wearing tan panties. Her legs were covered in brown motorcycle
leathers, but they strongly resembled a cowboys. Her feet were covered
with short high-heeled boots. Her torso was bare, but for a bikini top
with strips dangling from it so that it resembled buckskin.
You couldn't see her full breasts because of a tan leather vest hanging
off her arms, but the vest left her flat belly bare. She wore toy
revolvers in holsters on a belt around her waist. She braided her long straight brown hair Indian style and had stuck a large feather in it. Her head was capped by the cowboy hat and she had used lipstick to make streaks on her cheeks resembling war paint.

Vicca danced over towards Derek. The giant black man's eyes were glued
to her chest as she pulled the vest off and dropped it to the stage
floor. He grinned and winked at her as he held a five dollar bill up for
her. He stuffed it into her holster and she danced away. Derek was
treated to a view of her bare ass as she was wearing a thong. The
thought of him watching suddenly soaked the panties he was staring at.
Vicca felt the powerful arousal returning. She had hoped her horniness
was gone for good.

Vicca danced towards Asia and fumbled with her leathers. She struggled a
little and nearly tripped, but managed to remove them. Vicca undulated
her belly. She was now clad in only her bikini, boots, and hat, with the
belt around her bare hips. Vicca pulled out her guns and made like she
was shooting everyone.

"Take it off, baby," yelled Derek. "The songs almost over."

Vicca blushed. She grinned at Derek. She reached behind her back and
yanked her top
off. Derek's eyes went wide in anticipation, then he chuckled. Vicca
often went topless on the beaches of Europe, but didn't think a class
was a good venue for walking around nude. Underneath her bikini, she
wore a smaller bikini. This one would have been banned on many an uptight American beach, but it covered her nipples. The music stopped. Vicca slipped back through the curtains to change. Everyone applauded.

"Very good, Vicca," said Asia. "You got yourself an A. What do the rest
of you think about her music choice?"

"Perfect," responded a girl.

"Outfit?" asked Asia.

"Great," said the other girl.

"I didn't like the mix of Indian and cowboy," said Derek. "The Indians
were oppressed by the white man after all."

"I agree," said Asia. "The cowgirl theme is quite popular. I do one
myself. Overall a great first effort."

"I would have liked to see her swing around the pole more," said Derek. "I also like it when the girls get down on all fours and walk across the
stage.

"Overall, I'm very impressed, Vicca." Asia stood up. "Your body is
definitely built for nude dancing. You'll never have trouble finding a
job. I'll see you next week.

"Hey baby," Derek turned and leaned down towards Vicca. I got some more
suggestions. Care to meet me for drinks?"

YES, screamed Vicca's needy pussy. "I have a night class," she stuttered
out. "And a boyfriend."

"Change your mind and me and my bros will be at the bar on main street."

"Derek," called Asia. "Can you stay after class again?"

"Gladly, teach." The black man's face broke into a broad grin.

**************

The next week, Cindy came out as a female cop. She wore tight blue short
shorts with a blue blouse. Pinned to her blouse was a toy badge. A black
belt straddled her hips with a toy Billy club and handcuffs dangling
from it. Cindy wore a cap and reflective sun glasses.

Cindy danced to techno slowly stripping down to lacy blue hidden closet
lingerie. She got good reviews though her body was somewhat thin and
angular with small breasts.

Lucy came out the following week. She wore a wedding gown, stripping
down to lacy white lingerie complete with garters and white nylons.
She had a buxom body that looked good now, but one might guess she'd be
chubby in a few years. Lucy also got good reviews.

The final week of class was Derek's turn. Vicca, Lucy, and Cindy were
hanging out by the water cooler. "I don't know about you girls, but I
can't wait to see this," said Lucy.

"Oh, I think you'll all be impressed," replied Cindy. The thin girl had
gone on a date with Derek after she had stripped. Vicca had felt special
when Derek asked her out, but he had asked the other girls out to after
their performances. Cindy was the only one who said, yes.

"I'm horny just thinking about it." Lucy refilled her cup from the water
cooler.

I'm horny too, thought Vicca. She'd grown horny both stripping and
strangely enough watching the three other girls strip too. She feared
her brief lesbian experience with Peg had opened up some dormant
tendencies.

"Ladies, Derek is ready for his final," shouted Asia. The three girls
took their seats.

Vicca and the other girls jumped when the rap music started blaring.
Derek ran out from behind the curtains blowing a police whistle. He had
chosen the standard policeman's outfit for his performance. Vicca
couldn't help admiring his torso. He looked incredible. He shucked his
shirt. The stage lights made his chest glisten. He was every bit as
muscular as the black men she had observed playing basketball all year.

Derek danced quite well. He placed his hands behind his head so that his
biceps flexed while thrusting forwards with his hips. Derek turned and
ripped off his pants. A g-string slipped between his hard muscular ass
cheeks. When he turned back around there was an audible gasp from the
women.

Derek's briefs were made of a strong elastic material. The material
cupped his crotch looking like two oranges, a coconut, and a plum were
stuffed inside it.

"He stuffs his crotch," said Lucy in disbelief. Vicca knew better. Her glimpse of Brad had taught her that large dicks did exist and they seemed to belong to black men. "Take it off," yelled Lucy. The other girls joined in the chant.

Derek jumped off the stage and danced towards where his classmates were
seated. "Should I?" he asked, looking towards Asia.

"We're all adults here, Derek." Asia was grinning.

"But I'm shy," he replied.

"Do it," shouted Lucy and Cindy. Vicca joined them.

Derek reached behind him. His brief was held together by a strip of
Velcro. He danced towards Lucy and ripped his underwear off.

The silence only lasted seconds, but it seemed to last forever.

"My god that's a monster," gasped Lucy, breaking the silence. The coconut had uncoiled and the plum now fell nearly ten inches down Derek's thighs. Ten inches, plump, but still soft. The oranges swung freely, pushed out by his thighs. They were huge, hairy black testicles.
The plum suddenly swelled and rose up several inches.

"It's the biggest dick I ever saw," said Cindy matter-of-factly.

Derek danced over to Vicca. His cock now pushed a foot long and stuck
straight out. It waved right under Vicca's nose. She swore she could
smell it and the enticing aroma made her pussy squirt. Her nose and eyes
followed the giant shaft.

"What should I do about this?" Derek asked the teacher pointing at his
cock. It was now more then thirteen inches long.

"Be very proud. You'll make a fortune with that thing. Black men always
do."

"Sorry, I'm just not used to having four hot women staring a my bare big black cock." Derek had danced over to Cindy when the song ended. He stopped dancing his cock right in front of Cindy's face.

Vicca was still staring at Derek's shaft when she watched Cindy's mouth
open and her lips clamp around the fat cock head. Derek stepped back, his cock head now all shiny with saliva. Vicca wished she had licked the
head. "Later," said Derek to Cindy. He left to go get dressed.
When he returned, he limped from a still obvious erection.

"Well, girls how would you rate Derek's performance?" Asia asked.

"Amazing.

"Perfect. I wouldn't improve anything"

"I'm willing to give him all my money now." Cindy reached into her
wallet and waved two twenties around.

"A+," said Asia. "And all of you will receive similar grades. Thanks for
registering for my class. I hoped you enjoyed yourselves. Have a great
summer. Derek, maybe I will see you at the Zebra club." Asia grabbed
some folders and left.

"That reminds me." Derek looked over at the three girls. "The Zebra club
is having an amateur night this Friday. If I do well, I get a job there.
I was hoping you could attend and give me some moral support. I need the
money to pay my way through college."

"Sure," said Lucy. "I'll do whatever you want." She licked her lips as
she said it.

"Me too," added Cindy.

"I might be able to. I'll see what I can do." Vicca wavered.

"I'll look you up in the student directory. Check out the website for
the club if you get a chance."

*************

Vicca stared at her computer monitor. The Zebra club appeared to be a
classy, clean, and safe exotic dancing establishment. Well dressed white
businessmen joked with each other and stared at a beautiful woman
dancing on the stage.

Derek picked Vicca up in front of her dorm. "Thanks again for coming,"
he said as she squeezed into the back seat beside Lucy and behind Cindy.

The Zebra club was in New Jersey and the ride lasted more then an hour.
The four chatted during the drive, but Vicca felt uncomfortable. The
other girls seemed bothered too. They squirmed and looked flushed. It
was the mere presence of the black man that was doing it. Beside Vicca,
Lucy's nipples were prominent and Vicca felt her own start to harden.
She was relieved when they finally arrived at the strip bar and she
could get out of the car to breath fresh air.

At first, Vicca was concerned by the large number of black men gathered
around the club. Many were giants like Derek or Brad, but some were normal sized. The American media rarely showed blacks in a good light and large groups of blacks loitering unnerved her.

Two big ones were bouncing at one of the doors. The website had
explained that the Zebra club was two bars in one. At one side, men were
the patrons while women danced. The other side had male dancers. They
strolled towards the latter entrance. One black man guarded that door.
He ogled the three women. "I'm Derek, I'm here for amateur night." The
bouncer just nodded and let them inside. "You girls get a seat and have
some drinks."

"Good luck, Derek."

A black bartender mixed three drinks for Lucy who carried them back to
the table. He never asked to see their ID. The bar wasn't crowded only three tables had women at them. They were quietly watching a man dancing. He was an attractive white guy with a great figure. He wore only briefs. The man turned and removed them. Vicca was unimpressed by the man's equipment. His penis was only three or so inches long. It was pathetic compared to Derek's. It suddenly occurred to her that the white man's penis was roughly the same size as her boyfriend's and she had never considered him small before, nor pathetic.

A giant black man came out next as Vicca put down her drink. As soon as
she saw him her pussy gave a little spurt. The powerful horniness was
returning. "I can't wait to see his big black cock," said Lucy. Both
Cindy and Vicca silently agreed. They weren't disappointed.

Lamar was dressed as a construction worker. As soon as he started dancing the women in the audience became animated. When his huge black cock was revealed, white hands filled with green bills rose into the air. Lucy followed a stream of women towards the stage to give him tips. She had a five in her hands, but apparently for a twenty, a woman could give his foot long cock a quick squeeze. Vicca watched Lucy pocket the five and pull out a twenty. Lamar took the money and let Lucy wrap her white hand around his very thick shaft. When she let go, Lamar thrust his hips towards her like he was thrusting his cocks towards her mouth.

The black bouncer approached their table just as Lucy was returning.
"Which one of you is Lucy?"

"Me," said a very flushed Lucy. She grabbed her drink a gulped it down

"We're ready for you next door. Follow me and you can go back stage
here."

"What's going on?" asked Vicca.

"I'm dancing next door. I wanted to see if I can make any money"

"You're dancing nude?"

"Yep. In a way I'm looking forward to it. Cindy signed up to."

"I'm nervous," replied Cindy.

Vicca ordered two more drinks after Lucy left. They sipped them quietly
as several more white dancers took the stage. Some were amateurs and
their abilities were raw. They seemed upset by the lack of female
attention they were getting. "The dancer named Cindy may come with me,"
said the bouncer returning.

"You're leaving me alone?" asked Vicca.

"Sorry."

What about Derek?"

"He knows we are dancing."

The announcer came on. "Now ladies, here is one amateur who may become a
regular if his equipment is right. Lets hear it for, Derek."

Derek actually swung out onto the stage on a rope. He was already half
naked. His only outfit was a loincloth of fake cheetah skin. The women
went crazy for the muscular black Tarzan. "Derek, Derek, Derek!" chanted
Vicca. He stumbled a little jumping off the rope, but recovered nicely.

Derek was magnificent. He teased his admirers, strutting around the
stage, beating his chest. Vicca stood and walked like a zombie towards
the stage, the first woman to start tipping. She held up a five. Derek
approached her, but turned away. He bent down and his loincloth flew up.
Vicca was staring at his hard black ass, but couldn't miss his dangling
cock either. She stuffed the bill into his loincloth.

Derek turned and ripped the cloth off. His cock dangled before her face,
suddenly growing and rising several inches. Vicca was no longer alone as
every woman in the room rushed the stage to tip the black man. Vicca
slipped back to her table. She was hot and horny. She ordered and
quickly downed another drink.

When Derek finished, he returned wearing his loincloth. Women waved
bills to get his attention. "Vicca, I need help. These women want
private lap dances. I'm not sure I can do it."

"You were great, Derek."

"I know. I made $200 for a twenty minute dance. That old broad over
there tried to give me her motel keys. Anyway, I've never done a lap
dance. Can I try one on you first? Please?"

"Ah... that would be fine, I guess."

"Follow me to the private room.

The lap dance areas were in tight enclosed spaces. Vicca sat on the
bench just as a shout went out from the ladies in the audience. She
assumed another black man had taken the stage. "You don't have to do
this if you'd rather rest."

"Fuck that, I need the practice. Lap dances are almost fifty a pop. Just
relax."  Vicca felt embarrassed as Derek started gyrating and thrusting
his hips at her. The seat was elevated and face level with his crotch.
The room filled with his masculine scent. "How am I doing?"

"Great. Your figure is incredible."

"Go ahead and touch my chest if you'd like."

Vicca reached out towards the thick tent under the loincloth. Her hand
moved up before making contact and rested on his stomach. Her fingers
slid over the hard ridge of his abdominal muscles. "You must work out a
lot to get a body like this?"

"Not really. I'm gifted with good genes." Derek untied his loincloth and
let it fall to his feet.

Vicca jerked her hand back as his rock hard cock sprung up at her.
"You're gifted all right. That monster's going to make you a fortune."

"Glad you like it." Derek began gyrating his hips which caused his cock
to sway under her nose.

Vicca followed the monster with her eyes. Soon her nose was following
it. The giant black cock smelled masculine. He danced too close and the
bulbous head of his black cock pressed against her lips leaving a wet
spot behind when he pulled back. She knew instinctively that this large
shaft greater then a foot long was exactly what it would take to satisfy
the horniness that had infected her throughout the school year. When his
cock head approached her lips again, Vicca opened her mouth letting the
end push inside. Derek didn't pull out. He worked his hips, gently
moving the fat cock head around her mouth. Vicca moaned as her reluctance disappeared. Her hands grabbed the long shaft and she started cramming his cock down her throat thankful for the experience the ball gag had given her during the first semester.

"You know your way around a black cock," growled Derek, grabbing her
head. Derek pushed his cock farther down Vicca's throat. Experienced or not, Vicca nearly choked on the fat monster.

Vicca bobbed her head helped along by Derek's thrusts. One hand moved
down to knead his balls. His testicles were so large, one filled her
palm. Oddly, she found herself enjoying sucking Derek's dick. Sucking
his big cock was rewarding and challenging. Vicca felt like she was
doing exactly what she had been born to do. This was where she belonged.

Vicca gagged as Derek's fat cock swelled up suddenly. It even felt
hotter as it gave a spasm. Hot sperm pumped down her throat. She
continued to gag and pulled back to breathe, but more sperm filled her
mouth. She tried to relax, swallowing his cum and breathing through her
nose. His cum was simply delicious. It covered her taste buds as more
semen filled her mouth until her cheeks expanded. Sperm poured out of
her lips, flowing down her chin. Vicca milked his shaft, wanting more.

"You love drinking black cum, dontcha?"

"Ja, Derek," moaned Vicca. "Ja, I love the taste. I want this thing in
mien pussy, right now. I want you to fuck me."

"And I wanna fuck that white pussy, baby, but right now I gotta dance
again and try to make some mo money, Plus, you gotta go dance next
door."

"What?" Vicca asked as she used her fingers to slide the sperm on her
chin into her mouth. "I didn't sign up."

"I signed you up. I know you got what it takes. Just try it for me this
once."

Vicca found it hard to say no to the black man with Derek's cock still
bobbing before her face. "I will do it for you, Derek."

***************

Vicca came to her senses in the dressing room. She was still hot and
bothered. Her pussy would not stop leaking. She couldn't understand why
she had suddenly turned into a slut with a thirteen inch black cock
pointed at her mouth. Her behavior had been shocking.

Vicca was also shocked when the DJ called her name. The Zebra club
didn't request anything fancy from her. They'd provided a bikini. She
was to go out on stage, dance, and remove the bikini for about three
songs. She wasn't uptight about nudity being European, though this
wasn't her ideal venue. What shocked Vicca was the clientele.

Vicca strutted out onto stage to a rap song she didn't recognize. The
white businessmen advertised on the website were nowhere to be seen. The
bar was filled with black men. Half the black men were muscular giants
and the other half appeared normal sized.

There were white faces in the crowd. Vicca recognized some of the women
who'd been spectator's next door. They were talking to black men. Girls
in bikini's made the rounds off stage. She glimpsed Lucy, sitting on a
big black man's lap. Seated in back were some white men. The white men
all looked decidedly unhappy. They were staring at some of the bikini
girls and one man was trying to pull one woman away from a giant black man. The black placed one beefy hand on the white's chest and shoved him onto the floor. A bouncer threw the white guy out. Vicca's attention was turned to her audience.

Black men waved bills at her. She walked over to them and arched a leg
out. They shoved the money into her garter. Her class had taught her
that they were paying for a glimpse. She turned and bent down, looking
at her tippers from between her legs. Her hand pulled her panty aside
letting them glimpse her quim. A thrill shot up Vicca's spine.

The song ended and Vicca untied her bikini top. More hands filled with
bills came up at the sight of her full German breasts. Vicca twirled
around the pole before strutting over to her tippers. She kneeled and
spread her legs, pulling the panty out so that they could see her. One
pinched her nipple as he tipped her. Both her nipples were swollen and
hard.

Vicca pulled her bottoms off as the song ended. Her once hairy bush now
trimmed back and revealed to nearly three dozen black men. She belly
danced nude for them creating an uproar. Some of the men holding bills
for her attention doubled the amount they were holding.

Vicca walked to the edge of the stage. She threw her hair back and got
onto all fours. She crawled sexily along the edge. Men shoved money into
her garter or tossed it on stage. Black hands reached out and squeezed
her breasts. One grabbed her ass as she crawled past. A finger entered
her pussy and she responded by having a small orgasm. Nearly every black
man in the room rushed the stage to tip her and cop a feel.

Something inside Vicca snapped as she got felt up. Suddenly dancing on
Broadway became a distant dream as Vicca found her true calling. This
was what she wanted to do with her life. If the Zebra club would have
her, she'd become a full time dancer next year. Judging from the DJ's
comments, they'd welcome her back and judging by the money stuffed in
her garter or littering the stage, she'd do all right for herself.

The music ended. The black men nearest Vicca were telling her how much
they'd like to fuck her. The announcer called the women onto the stage.
There were nine amateurs in all, including the three college girls.
Vicca stood nude by Lucy who was topless. Cindy was in a bikini, but her
bottom had been pulled up her ass and one tit had popped out. All the
women looked dazed, but happy.

One by one the announcer called the women's names. When they called
Vicca's the applause was loudest. Vicca was declared the winner of the
contest and the huge black announcer gave her a check for one hundred
Dollars, nothing when compared to her tips.

The women dispersed back into the crowd of black men. Some yelled at
Vicca requesting lap dances. She was on her way to her nearest admirer
when Derek appeared beside her and grabbed her arm. "I got your clothes.
Lets get out of here."

**************

"What about Cindy and Lucy?" asked Vicca, getting into Derek's car.

"They got their own rides home. Where to?"

"My dorm. My roommate moved out and it's all to myself."

"Sounds fucking good to me. Congratulations by the way. I knew you'd
win. You were the hottest bitch up there."

"Thanks. I think I want to strip professionally."

"Great. I gots me a job there several nights a week."

"Maybe we can carpool? I'll need a ride."

"You're gonna get the ride of your life, baby."

The trip back to Long Island University seemed to last forever. Between
Peg and Ameena, Vicca had an idea of what black cock was capable of.
After Derek fucked her, she'd be hooked for life. Joachim could find
another girlfriend. No white dicks ever again. Vicca couldn't wait. Her
hand was in Derek's pants and stroking his cock before he stopped the
car. Her time had come.

Once in Vicca's dorm, she wasted no time pulling Derek's cock out of his
pants. She kneeled on the floor and quickly sucked him to complete
hardness. "Your cock is incredible."

"Thanks, baby. Now why don't you get out of those clothes."

Vicca stood and quickly pulled her clothes off. She watched Derek remove
his own clothes as she stripped. If she saw that black body every day
for the rest of her life, his perfectly chiseled torso would still
impress her.

Derek grabbed the young German woman and pushed her back onto the bed. She sat on the edge and took his cock head back into her mouth. He let her suck for a few minutes before placing his palm on her forehead and pushing back. Derek forced his way between her legs. He had to stoop a little to line his cock up with her pussy. He pushed down on his shaft. Vicca arched her back to see the fat cock head poised against her labia. Derek pushed harder and Vicca's wet pussy stretched wide around the thick head before the head slowly disappeared inside.

"It's so big. There's no way it will fit."

"You'd be surprised." Derek worked his cock around, pushing a few more
inches inside.

"It's stretching me out." Vicca's hips were now rising up to meet his
cock. His shaft reached the halfway point pushing deeper then any penis
had gone before. Vicca felt an overwhelming sense of happiness and
belonging. An orgasm began to build. A liberated woman, Vicca found
herself fantasizing about cooking for Derek, cleaning up for him,
servicing his cock for him, and raising his children. Heavy balls
slapped against her thighs and Vicca came.

"See. It fit."

Vicca just stared at Derek in awe. She was breathing too heavily to
talk. "Fuck me," she eventually gasped.

Derek grabbed her legs and spread them wide as he fucked her with the
entire length of his cock. "How ya liking your first taste of black
cock?"

"Love it. Love your black cock. Fuck me with your black cock." Vicca was
delirious with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed Derek's shaft reluctant to
let it go. It felt like she was cumming each time he pushed it back in.
She quit fantasizing about domestic servitude and instead saw herself as Derek's sexual slave then as just a slave to black cock. She kneeled between a circle of black basketball players sucking their cocks. "This could of been yours first semester," said one. Her ballet teacher was sucking the Dean's cock while Vicca and Peg watched. "This is some prime white pussy," growled Brad Wurse as Vicca rode his cock in his limo. "You could have been a great whore." Vicca moaned. "I am a whore. Fuck me harder" She was fucking Derek again and he increased his speed. They weren't fucking on her bed. They were on stage and dozens of black hands were throwing money at them. The hands caressed her and pinched her nipples. One fed his black cock into her mouth while she stroked two off with her hands. "More black cock, more."

"Here it cums." Derek buried his cock and held still.

His sperm exploded into her pussy and Vicca had the biggest orgasm of
her life as jet after jet sprayed her womb. Derek yanked his cock out,
shooting strands of semen across her belly. His final wad contained more
semen then she had ever seen in her life.

"I now pronounce you a slut for black cock"

"I am a slut for black cock. When can we fuck again?"

"Just give me a few minutes to recharge. We'll fuck all night."

Vicca stretched out on her bed. She ran her fingers through the sperm
pooling on her belly. She moved her fingers up to her breasts, moaning
as she rubbed the sperm around her nipples. Never in her wildest
imagination would she have believed, she'd be in America getting the
best fuck of her life from a hung black man. Nor would she have thought
her planned career as a dancer would lead her down the path of
professional stripper. Vicca had no regrets, she looked forward to her
new life.

**************

"Enter," barked Dean Mfune. Jubal looked up as the black man entered his
office. "Ah Derek, come in."

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes. Take a seat." Jubal took out a remote and aimed it at his
television. The video of Derek fucking Vicca appeared on screen. "You've
impressed me, son. The German slut is an amazing recruit."

"She's back in Germany now, but when she returns, she'll drop out of
school and strip full time for us."

"Then we'll have her do some pornos like her roommate, Peg. Maybe we'll put them together in one. They had a lesbian encounter don't you know?"

"I'd like to see that."

"It's on voyuercom. You can download it anytime. The German slut was a
tough nut. I have another tough assignment for you."

"Yes, sir."

"I want the Kappa Gammas converted. The snooty Kendall Lewison needs to
go black as do all her sisters. The hottest sluts on campus." Derek had never crossed paths with Kendall. Jubal showed him her picture. It'll be my pleasure, Dean."

The End

Note: See Africanos Kappa Gamma by Aurachaotic for Derek’s adventures with Kendall.