An E&I Enterprises Story
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
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.
May 2002
"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 Malcolm'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 at his victim.
Samantha 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 at 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.
"Working with you has been the second most important thing in my life this last year. 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
Yserum 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, the school nerd. I made a bet that I could fuck her by prom."
"Good luck. I prefer the challenge of a non-hormone crazed woman, but
who has the time."
"Thanks Hank. I'd better get home." Jamal left the pharmaceutical plant
and got in his shiny bmw with the tinted windows. A little gift to
himself with all the money King Enterprises was paying him.
*****************
"Oh, it's you," said Sam looking up from her books at Jamal.
"Yeah, I still need help with my grammar. Sorry about the other night, I
was hoping you'd forgive me."
"I think so. You just caught me off guard that's all. Besides, I still
need help with chemistry." Jamal smiled at her and she actually smiled
back a little as he sat down at their study table. "I noticed you
skipped again today."
"Yeah, I had to work."
"How are you going to graduate high school?"
"I got it covered. Look, I'm thirsty can I get you a coke or anything?"
"Sure, diet." Jamal got up and left, returning with two sodas. Like a
gentleman, he had opened hers already. He watched her as she drank it.
"Jamal, I'm curious, why me? I mean, you've dated some of the prettiest
girls in school and the dumbest, but yet you tried to kiss me."
"I think you're beautiful."
"Stop."
"No, really. Your can't hide your looks under all that makeup and those
bulky clothes. You could be as hot and sexy as any of the girls in
school. Plus, like you said, those girls are idiots. You're the smartest
woman I've ever met."
"Thanks Jamal, I'm not used to people complimenting me," said Samantha,
looking down at the desk. She felt flushed and her skin felt hot, almost
feverish. For some reason her panties were cold and clammy as if they
were wet like she was sweating down there or something. Her nipples were
scraping against her bra too, hard as rocks just like when she went
swimming in cold water.
"I'm not used to getting rejected," he said cockily. It wasn't just the
nipple outline under her sweater, he swore he smelled her arousal. "I
don't want to sound egotistical, but most women find me very attractive.
Something about me just turns them on.
"Interesting," she said. “Arrogant, but interesting.“ He was right! She was turned on. That's why her body was acting this way. She was horny. She had felt it a little around him before, but now it was strong to the point where she could think about nothing else.
"Why do you wear all that black makeup and outfits anyway?"
"I started after my mother died. I just went into mourning for her..."
"And never stopped. I think it's time you moved on," said Jamal.
"Maybe some day," she said, a tear flowing down her cheek.
Jamal leaned down and kissed her forehead. Sam smiled up at him, he made
her feel safe, comforted, plus it was nice to have someone tell her he
was attracted to her. However, Jamal didn't stop with her head, he
kissed just above her glasses, then her nose, and finally her lips.
Samantha didn't break away this time. It felt good to kiss a boy. She
felt warm inside and her stomach felt funny. Jamal pushed his tongue
against her lips and she parted them, soon pushing her own tongue into
his mouth. The kiss grew more passionate and Sam lost all sense of
herself. The next thing she realized while he kissed her was that his
hands were gently massaging her breasts. She pushed him back.
"That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No," said Sam, wiping some saliva off the side of her mouth. The kiss
had been incredible. Unfortunately, it did nothing to quell her state of
arousal. Her vagina was practically screaming for attention.
"Samantha, it would be my honor if you would be my date for the prom."
Wow! That completely blew her mind. She shook her head to clear it. The
thought of being accepted, walking into the dance with a popular boy was
tempting, but not for her. She didn't know how to dance, what to wear,
and her father would never allow her to go with a black guy. "I can't
Jamal, it's not my thing. I'm sorry about what just happened, I don't
know what came over me. I gotta go."
Jamal watched her leave. He was disappointed, but found he respected her
will power. Still, he wasn't one for losing. He wanted to fuck Dan's
girlfriend. The football player had been such a dickhead to him back when he was a nerd. Jamal had a last resort.
********************
"Careful dad, that's worth 1.2 mil."
Malcolm pocketed the syringe. "I'll be careful."
"The vial should have Sam's name on it. Just pour it out and empty the
syringe into it."
"Could it hurt her if she doesn't get her allergy shot? No, of course
not. She wont have allergies if this works."
"She'll be just like us. She wont get sick, wont age, will be nearly
immortal. One of the world's first enhanced women."
"There she goes," said Malcolm ducking behind the stairwell as Nurse
Wringer left her office locking the door behind her on her way to lunch.
"Good luck," said Jamal, slapping his dad on the back and heading to
class.
Malcolm waited till the hall was clear then took out his key. He was
school janitor and had access to all the rooms. He let himself into the
nurse's office. He quickly found the vial of allergy medicine on the
shelf with Samantha's name on it. He emptied it and then filled it with
the Yserum. Mission accomplished. Then he heard the door knob turning.
"Malcolm, what are you doing here?" asked Vera Wringer. She had forgotten her purse.
Malcolm looked up from the cot. "Oh, nurse Wringer, I was feeling faint
and needed to lie down."
Vera pulled up a chair beside him looking concerned. She looked great
for a woman in her mid-forties. Any man her age would be thrilled to
have a woman in as good shape as she was. The students considered her an
old woman and only paid attention to the other students or to the sexy
young teachers like Darlene Duncan. Malcolm on the other hand, was in his mid-forties though the Xserum kept him looking ten years younger. He
found Vera very sexy. She had some extra weight on a thin frame. The
weight was concentrated in all the places men found exciting, giving her
a voluptuous appearance and a jiggle that made his dick hard. Her hair
was a frosty blonde, rapidly going gray. Her eyes were gray also,
matching her hair. High cheek bones gave her the look of a classic
beauty. Her breasts were enormous to the point she probably would have
considered having them reduced to ease the strain on her back. "Anything
else I should know about?"
"I'm feeling better now, but I've had this strange rash."
"Better let me see it," she said putting on a glove.
"I'd rather not, it's in an embarrassing place."
"Malcolm, I can assure you it isn't anything I haven't seen already. I am a nurse you know."
"Anything you say, nurse." He leaned up and unbuttoned his pants,
watching her reaction from the corner of his eye. Her brow furrowed when
he felt his cock extend another inch. She was looking at his bulge
curiously. He pulled his zipper down, quickly grabbing his thick cock
before it got too hard and became difficult to remove. "I know you've
seen plenty like it before, but it's still embarrassing."
Vera had never seen anything like it before. Malcolm had a huge penis,
already several inches longer then her husband's and the black man
wasn't even fully erect. It defied everything she had been taught in
anatomy years ago. "I-I d-don't see a rash."
"Hmmm, I don't either. Look closer. Check the underside and my thighs
around my balls."
Vera leaned forward inadvertently, taking a strong whiff of his crotch
area and finding it not unpleasant. He was making no move to touch his
penis, so she grabbed it with her gloved hand. She gasped as it swelled
even thicker and extended another inch. It had to be nine inches long
now. She looked under it, still seeing no sign of a rash. His testicles
matched his penis in every way. His balls had to be a detriment like her
breasts. They would always be in his way, causing discomfort and
inconveniencing him. They were each the size of tennis balls. The penis in her hands grew another inch.
"There's the problem with the swelling too, nurse Wringer. It's always
this big. Is that normal?"
"Nothing about your crotch area is normal, Malcolm," she said, moving her nose in closer for another whiff. "You’re a giant."
"Aw come on, my son's bigger then me. I'm sure Mr. Wringer's gotta come
Close to this little thing in size."
"No, you're a lot bigger." She couldn't even picture her husband's penis
erect, it had been so long since they'd made love. Two kids and
twenty-two years of marriage really put a damper on one's love life.
"Too bad...for you." Malcolm didn't want to push the black-white thing,
being a nurse she had seen dozens of normal sized black men. "Is there
anything you can do to make the swelling go down?"
"No, short of giving you an ice pack for it. Try to think of unsexy
thoughts."
"I know," he said reaching out for some hand lotion on her desk and
pouring it where her gloved hand still held his cock.
"What are you doing?"
"You can jerk it down for me."
"I can't do that."
"Please, I can't get my work done if it's like this all day. Besides, I
know you want too."
"I do not," she lied.
"Then why are you still holding it? He watched her look with surprise at
her own hand. Already the hand holding his cock was stroking about 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 Malcolm 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 the two feet it took 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
Malcolm 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 Malcolm, looking up from his tray.
"Lets finish and check it out in my office then." Vera hadn't been able
to get Malcolm's giant phallus out of her mind. It filled every waking
moment since yesterday and her sleeping moments 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 Malcolm, "you’re 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 Malcolm," 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."
Malcolm 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. Malcolm'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 other’s chests, his at her breasts, hers at his large
muscle covered torso better then any man’s 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, Malcolm?"
"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 Malcolm 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 Malcolm'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."
Malcolm 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. Malcolm 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 and maybe someday he would fuck her. 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 Malcolm, "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 Malcolm'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." Malcolm 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 Malcolm's cock. It had softened a little, but was still hard enough to fuck her. Malcolm 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.
Malcolm 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. Malcolm 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.
"You’re so big! Fuck me Malcolm, please fuck me."
Vera hadn't had an orgasm in a decade, but as soon as that big cock was
halfway in her pussy, she began cumming like crazy. She felt hot and
flushed, her toes curled, she had big ones, small ones, and ones that
made her bite her tongue to keep from screaming.
Malcolm had pushed his entire eleven inch dick inside her and was fucking her so hard the bed was bucking off the floor. Each thrust brought forth a big squish from her wet pussy and then a slap as his balls hit her thighs. When he came she heard bells ringing as her own orgasm tore through her body causing her to spasm out of control writhing beneath him, thrusting her hips up into his crotch crazy with lust.
Malcolm pulled out after he had churned his sperm into butter with a cock that never seemed to quit thrusting. He walked over and began to get dressed without even cleaning his cock off. The hall outside her door was noisy with the sounds students make between classes and she realized the bells she had heard had been the school bells. He had been with her an entire period!
"I'll need to see you anytime the swelling returns Mr. Washington," she
said, still lying on her back unable to close her legs.
"Don't worry, before the week is out, I'm gonna fuck that pussy again, that plump ass of yours, and fuck them big titties." Malcolm winked at her and closed the door.
Vera couldn't wait.
*******************
"You wanna double team the nurse with me son?" asked Malcolm.
"That old bitch," he replied, forty-five being old to an eighteen year
old. "No thanks. I'll stick with girls my age or young women like Mrs.
Duncan."
"Young and firm does not make up for an experienced older woman."
"See you later dad, here comes Sam. Hey Sam wait up."
Samantha wasn't in a good mood and didn't feel like talking. "Hi Jamal."
"I was wondering if you'd like to see a movie tonight."
"Jamal, I told you I'm not interested in dating you."
"Just as friends then."
"Really? I guess that would be ok then. Let me meet you there though.
I'll tell dad I'm out with a girlfriend."
"Good. By the way, is something bothering you?"
"I've been feeling kind of funny for the last four days. I think I may be having a reaction to my allergy shot.
****************
Later that night, "Hey Jamal, What's up?"
Jamal looked up to see Dan and Trish walking towards him holding hands.
He was sitting on the bench outside the theatre. "Hey, just waiting on a
date. Here she comes now."
Trisha sneered when she saw Samantha get out of her car in the parking
lot, showing the centuries old disdain of the popular for the outcasts.
Sam was wearing her typical attire black ankle-length skirt, black,
bulky sweater covering up her goods, with black eye shadow and nail
polish. "You get your haircut or something?" asked Dan, when she walked
up.
"No, why?" Sam looked perplexed.
"I don't know there's something different about you," he replied, staring at her from head to toe.
Samantha Reynolds looked the same, but she was glowing. Both men felt
it, without changing at all Samantha had somehow become more attractive.
"Come on Dan," said Trisha, "lets go inside."
"Why don't you two join us?" Dan asked, still staring at Sam. He was
thinking about putting the moves on her to screw up Jamal's chances of
winning the bet.
"No thanks, we'd rather be alone," said Jamal, and Sam threw him a
thankful look.
Trisha elbowed Dan as they walked off. "What's he doing with that
freak," she asked loudly enough that both Sam and Jamal heard her.
"Don't let that bitch get you down, Sam," said Jamal. "She's not half as
smart as you and you'd even be prettier then her if you wanted to be."
"I'm used to it. Lets go inside."
"Don't forget this isn't a date," Sam said later after Jamal had paid
for everything.
"Don't worry about it. I make plenty of money. So why can't one friend
treat another to a night out."
They sat down several rows directly behind Dan and Trish. Jamal grabbed
a piece of buttered popcorn and tossed it at the quarterback's head.
"Quit it," yelled Dan, turning around, but tossing a piece back with a grin on his face.
Sam grabbed a piece of well-buttered popcorn and threw it right in
Trisha's hair. "Quit it, Jamal," said Trisha turning around. "This is a
horror movie, you want the kiddie flick next door."
Sam and Jamal shared to chuckle as the movie started.
The movie was your typical teen horror film complete with high school
kids having sex before getting killed by a murderer in a dumb mask.
Jamal's cock began to get stiff during one particular sex scene. It
wasn't so much the babe on the screen as it was Samantha sitting next to
him. He could smell her arousal. He glanced next to him, she was
squirming around in her seat from horniness. He lifted his arm up and
tried to put it around her shoulders, but she pushed him off.
Sam was climbing the walls with horniness. Her whole body was tingling,
her nipples were hard, indeed both her breasts were sore. Her vagina was
wet making her panties cold and clammy. She had been horny and curious
before, once even running a finger along her slit in the bathtub, but
never anything like this. She tried to concentrate on the movie relieved
when the love scene ended and the killer appeared. A scene in the movie
caused everyone to jump and Sam found herself leaning into Jamal's arms
for safety. This time she let him rest his powerful arm around her. He
made her feel protected. She looked up at him, their faces very close.
"This is not a date," she repeated, not sure what she wanted any more.
"Sure," he answered, "but why can't one friend kiss another friend?" He
kissed her again, her aroused state took over and she kissed back. The
kiss grew more passionate and she never wanted it to end.
Jamal placed his hand on her knee and began sliding it up over her skirt
to the bottom of her sweater. His hand wormed its way under her sweater
sending a shiver up her spine as it touched bare flesh. His fingers slid
up her stomach, skillfully flicking up her bra. The shock she got when
he gently pinched her right nipple was almost painful they were so sore.
Sam wanted to melt into his arms, to writhe naked underneath him, but
she was a virgin and planned on staying that way. His free hand was
sliding up under her skirt, pushing it up her legs, and approaching her
panties. Sam knew that if that hand got to her vagina it would be all
over and she'd give in. "That's enough," she said, pushing him back.
Sam looked up at him hoping he understood. For a brief second the look
he gave her was one of such fury she was afraid of him. Then the look
was gone and the old Jamal was back. They both sat back in their seats
looking once again at the screen.
Sam reached over to his lap and grabbed a handful of popcorn. The next
time she reached out her hand closed on a big knobby thing. She squeezed
it automatically. It felt like the gear shift in her car except that the
shaft was much bigger. She glanced over, noticing that Jamal had sat the
popcorn down beside him and she was holding on to an enormous penis.
"Dear god," she murmured. "What are you doing?"
"I had to take it out, Sam. You understand. This is all your fault. You
made it this hard."
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know." Samantha hadn't released it nor could she
take her eyes off it. "I've never seen a penis before. I didn't think
they were this big."
Penises aren't that big. You’re holding a black cock in your hand. Feel
free to examine it."
Sam nodded testing his girth with her fingers, amazed at the gap between
them. The theatre was too dark to see it well, but she slid her hands
down his shaft feeling every ridge, bump, and puffy vein on it. It gave off heat and the thing throbbed with his pulse.
"Oh Sam, you’re making it worse."
"Is there anything I can do?"
"Stroke me off."
"What?"
"Please, I'll never be able to get it back in my pants until I cum. I
don't believe in masturbation. I'm asking you one friend to another,
help me out."
"What do I do?"
"Just run your hand up and down the shaft. It'll take awhile and you may
need to spit in your hand to lubricate it."
"Yuck, I'm not spitting in my hand."
"Here," he said handing her the popcorn bucket. "Run you hand along the
inside and coat it with butter."
Samantha let go of his peni...his cock, strangely finding herself
reluctant to release it and ran her hand along the popcorn box. Her palm
soon dripped with hot butter. She brought her palm back up to his cock,
grabbed the head and stroked down. Jamal's moan of pleasure when she did
was the most satisfying noise she had ever heard in her life.
Samantha missed the last twenty minutes of the movie she was so focused
on Jamal's thirteen inch cock. Her arm quickly grew tired and she leaned
against him to use her other arm. Early on, some kind of fluid began
oozing out of the tip, helping to lubricate her hands. She switched
hands several times before he came. Towards the end, his cock began
acting funny. It seemed to turn even harder and puffier. She could sense
Jamal tensing up and he seemed to be holding his breath. Suddenly, he
thrust his hips upwards, his cock sliding through her hand. It jerked
and a big strand of semen shot up and over the chair in front of him.
Samantha watched the wad as it flew not only over the row before them,
but the next row, striking Dan in the back of the head. "Some 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 wandering. "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, a man's ego, like their cock, should also be stroked by a female."
"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 you’re 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 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 mother’s 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 what’s 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 couldn’t
believe she had just 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.
"What’s 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 daughter’s. 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 a 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 victims? 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 receiving. 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 difficult, but the cop's black
monstrosity was nearly impossible. This was the second 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 thrusting 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 wore black high-heeled sandals that wrapped around her
calves. 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, and firm. Sam wasn't wearing
nylons, but her skin was perfect, unblemished, and smooth. His dick
twitched when he saw how short her dress was, it stopped more then
halfway above her knee. Her hand touched the railing, it too had red
nail polish and her arm was bare. Next was her ass, it was perfectly
formed, well-rounded, two globes curving outwards and inwards to her
back. Jamal had never seen her wear such a form-fitting outfit, but he
knew her ass hadn't been this exciting. This was the work of the
Yserum.
Jamal watched her thin, curvaceous waist appear and she turned revealing
just a hint of bare back to him. His dick extended an inch when he saw
her breasts. They had been a nice, full C-cup, he guessed, now they were
large DD's, big, firm, and up thrust like the fake ones on porn stars, but all too real. She was showing an ample amount of cleavage, his eyes
zooming in between her breasts so that he missed her face until she
cleared her throat at the bottom of the steps. He looked up at her, his
heart skipping a beat. "My god, you’re beautiful," he said. Sam had
forgone her black, morose make-up and was wearing red lipstick matching her nails. Most impressive however, was her raven-black hair. He was seeing it down for the first time. She had curled it up so that the end just touched her shoulders. The body framed her face prettily with just the tip of one cute ear poking out.
"Thanks." Sam blushed at his reaction. "You look dashing yourself. I
hope my dress is ok," she said trying unsuccessfully to pull it down.
"It fit the other week when I bought it." Sam hoped she wasn't giving
him the wrong impression. For the first time in three weeks she had
awoken not horny for sex. She was ashamed of her behavior and hoped he
wouldn't be too upset when she would tell him later that they would just
stay friends. She did have a strong desire to see his cock again and the
thought made her feel hot like she was feverish.
"That dress is hot. You're one fine lookin bitch."
"Jamal!"
"I'm sorry, I mean you look incredible in it. This is for you." Jamal
held up a white corsage that would look great against her dress. His
hands were shaking as he pinned it on her. It took every ounce of his
will not to rip off that dress to see her boobs.
"What now?"
"Now my dear, we're off to the city where I shall wine and dine you."
********************
"Say it, you pussy."
"I want your big black cock. Please cum in my mouth." The cop thrust his
cock back into Kevin's mouth and started thrusting his hips again. Kevin
felt humiliated. The cop had pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth as his
orgasm approached and forced Kevin to feed his ego. He did this several
times dragging this blow job out so that it had lasted over a half hour.
Samantha was probably long gone.
The other humiliating thing was that there was some truth to what the
cop had made him say. The cop's huge dick was fascinating even if it was
black. It seemed to dominate Kevin into submission just by it's
presence. Kevin suddenly choked as the cop's long snake-like cock began
bucking down his throat. The black man was cumming sending several wads
of sperm into Kevin's belly. He hadn't planned on swallowing any and the
thought disgusted him so that he drew back. The cock head was forced out
of his throat into his mouth. Kevin's mouth filled with sperm to the
point where his cheeks bulged out and he was forced to swallow more to
keep from choking.
Kevin had let his friend cum in his mouth, but he had always spit it
out. Plus it had only been the size of a tea spoon. The amount the black
man came was unnatural. Kevin was forced to swallow another load, this
time holding his throat open so that it slid down into his belly. He had
forgotten how hot and tasty it was as he waited for the next wad. The
black man had other ideas. The cop quickly withdrew his cock and shot
another huge wad in Kevin's face, some semen hitting his suit and
staining it. Kevin held his eyes loosely shut
as sperm dripped down his face. He could vaguely make out the cop
stroking his dick until the last drop had flown out to ruin Kevin's
suit.
"You’re free to go Mr. Reynolds. Have a nice day." Kevin had just wiped his eyes clean as the cop sped off. He wasn't sure, but he swore the cop car had been from a neighboring county. The cop had been out of his
jurisdiction.
Kevin raced home and wasn't surprised to see it empty. "They left about
thirty minutes ago," called his nosy neighbor, Paul from his yard. "Hey,
what's that all over your face?"
"Bird got me," he yelled back over the hedges, holding his hand over the
dried sperm caking his face. "Thanks for the info." Kevin ran inside to
change and take a quick shower. After gargling several times to get the
semen taste out of his mouth, close to another hour had passed by the
time he set off in pursuit. He planned on checking all the nearby fancy
restaurants and if it came down to it, marching into the prom to get his
daughter.
********************
Sam was in a daze as she left the city. Jamal had taken her to a classy
restaurant in downtown Manhattan. They had been treated like royalty,
the food practically melting in her mouth. There were a lot of muscular
black men in the restaurant and they all showed great respect for Jamal
calling him Mr. Washington. The server even let them drink wine without
questioning their age. If the specter of an angry father wasn't looking
over her shoulder, this would have been the best night of her life.
The limo had a stocked bar and they drank more on the long drive back.
They clinked champagne glasses as Jamal said, "Here's to friends."
"To friends," Sam agreed.
"You have beautiful eyes," said Jamal. "I never noticed under your
glasses."
"It's the weirdest thing Jamal. My eyes have cleared up. I don't need
glasses anymore."
"Good, it's a crime to cover them up. Now, since it's a long ride to the
prom and the driver can't see us with the blind up, why don't we finish
what we started the other night." Jamal started unbuttoning his pants.
The thought of seeing his cock again thrilled her and the booze was
making her horniness return, but she shook her head, laying her hand
on his arm to stop him. "No Jamal, I'm sorry, I'm ashamed of the way
I've been acting over the last three weeks. I don't know what came over
me."
"Another hand job then?"
"No, I don't think that's a good idea."
Jamal appeared angry with her most of the ride to the prom and the
conversation was muted. He perked up when they pulled up to the school
gym. The limo driver opened the door and Jamal stepped out to cheers
from the football team. The cheering stopped when he helped her out.
They were staring at her, mouths agape, eyes roaming her body. One
whistled. Sam wasn't used to getting stared at with anything but
disdain. She could get used to this.
It wasn't just the football team, it was almost everyone. Most didn't
even recognize her. "Sam, you look gorgeous." It was Malcolm, working at the prom. "Let me get some pictures of you two." Malcolm seemed the proud father. After taking some standard shots, Malcolm pulled Jamal aside and Sam went to get some punch, she was feeling very hot.
"Son, Hank has been trying to get a hold of you. He says there's an
unforeseen side effect to the Yserum. Carol‘s had a weird reaction."
"Serious?" He felt a moments concern for Samantha.
"He didn't sound upset, he seemed excited. He wants you to call as soon
as possible."
"It'll have to wait until tomorrow. Thanks Dad."
"I'm proud of you son."
Jamal nodded at his father and went to find Samantha. Raymond Duncan was
chaperoning the door with his wife. Jamal had cuckolded Raymond and he
wouldn't look Jamal in the eye as he stepped up to Darlene and kissed her on the cheek. "Mrs. Duncan you look ravishing." His teacher-slut smiled at him and he detected the hint of jealousy in her eyes as he entered the building.
Jamal spotted Samantha surrounded by several guys trying to hit on her.
She looked trapped, not sure how to handle the attention. The boys were
trying to keep it real, but none could keep their eyes off her breasts.
He felt nothing, but contempt for the stupid white boys.
Dan stopped him before he could save Sam. "Damn Jamal, she's fucking
fine. If I knew she was hiding that body under those bulky black
clothes, I would have gone after her years ago. She makes Trisha look like a child. So did you do it?"
"Dan, As much as I hate to admit it, you may have found the one girl I
can't fuck."
"Told you so. You have until midnight to fuck her and you have to prove it."
"Shame we didn't bet your girlfriend I could have had her within several
days." Jamal left before Dan could respond.
The pack of horny boys separated from Sam as the giant black teen loomed
over them. "Care to dance?"
"I've never danced before," she replied.
"I'll lead."
The next two hours were a blur of dancing and socializing. Sam was
having the time of her life though she still felt out of place talking
to the popular teens and being stared at so much.
Sam leaned her head into Jamal's chest as they slow danced. The heat she
had been feeling seemed more intense and it was concentrating in her
crotch. The powerful horniness that had possessed her the last three
weeks was returning stronger then 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 and faculty," blared the speakers. The
principal was on stage. "It's time to announce 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. "Speech, speech," 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 microphone, 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 caterpillar. 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 a 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. I‘m gonna fuck that needy pussy."
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 accommodate 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 about 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. None were man enough.
Malcolm sensed it to from across the room. He almost ran towards Sam with every intention of ripping Jamal off her and fucking her himself, his cock as hard as it had ever been. His son was bigger and stronger then he was though and Malcolm backed off, but not before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Malcolm 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, Malcolm pulling her dress up over her hips. Darlene was cumming from Malcolm'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 as did Malcolm even while fucking Darlene.
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 senses 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 his 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
growling at the driver.
******************
"Dad."
"Jamal, where have you been?" screamed Malcolm 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 occasionally
eating 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 Yserum 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 gonna 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 continuously 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 until I found a seven inch one."
"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 Malcolm.
"Already?"
"That 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
Author’s note: Of course, this was a spoof of the movie, “Not Another Teen Movie”, the parody of all the teen flicks and I tried to put elements of those themes in this story from the original bet to the newly made over girl appearing on the stairs.
On a less humorous note, the part where Kevin tells his daughter that blacks aren’t as smart as whites came from a real life experience. I was at a barbershop and the barbers were discussing this local town getting it’s first black mayor. They couldn’t believe a black man had gotten elected and one leaned down to me saying, “I don’t believe they’re as smart as we are.” I really felt like I had walked back in time 50 years and I don‘t live in some hick town either. I believe the barber has passed on, but I can’t help wondering what he would say now that Obama has been elected.
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