Bush Bashing

Bush Bashing
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer
Revised 2010


Note: This was originally released in three parts.


Part 1: Kim

Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with anger. 'Oh no,' he
thought. 'Here we go again. And in a crowded restaurant too.'

"This, this, this is why no one should have voted for Bush." Kim's voice
grew louder with each word until half the restaurant was turning to
stare at her. "That dumb bastard gets to name a supreme court justice."

"Shush, honey," Jerry whispered.

"Don't shush me, Jerry."

"Kim's right," interrupted Melissa. "Say bye bye to a woman's right to
choose."

"We should organize a march," yelled Kim, practically rising up out of
her seat.

Jerry slid back in his chair. He found his wife very trying at times.
They were high school sweethearts and had only dated each other. Kim was
a spoiled rich girl who had looked for causes to make her life
meaningful. She hadn't become overly radical until she went to college.
There she fell in with an activist crowd. He mostly agreed with her
views, but didn't think one should get too excited about it or make a
scene, especially in a children's restaurant.

There were three couples at the table. Kim and Jerry Anderson were both
twenty-five. He worked in a large accounting firm. He had his own office
and made good money at least enough that Kim didn't work yet. She'd come
out of college with a liberal arts degree that got her nowhere. They
were trying to have a baby and if she got pregnant soon, she'd probably
become a stay at home mother. Jerry was a typical accountant, skinny,
mousy, and nerdy. He was a 98 pound weakling in high school and now
seven years later he was a 112 pound weakling

Kim was a pleasant surprise in the looks department. Kim and Jerry were
evenly matched in high school, two nerds who found each other. However,
after school, contacts had replaced Kim's thick rimmed glasses and her
braces came off revealing a dazzling white smile. Kim had nearly shaved
her head in college, but let her raven black hair grow long afterwards.
She'd also gained the freshman fifteen which had filled out her skinny
body, swelling her breasts and putting a sexy curve to her hips. She was
so hot now, she rivaled her friend Melissa.

Melissa and Mike were the opposites of Kim and Jerry in high school.
Melissa was the buxom blonde, green eyed cheerleader that all male
students loved. Mike was the quarterback that always ended with girls
like Melissa. They were also in their mid-twenties.

The last couple was Evie and Eddie. Eddie was older, chubby, and
balding. He was a successful businessman and local Republican chairman.
Evie was Kim and Melissa's age, but had married her older husband
because she admired his values. They were both active in church and the
sole reason the group was at a children's restaurant. Their two kids, ages 5 and 4, were playing in the plastic ball pool. Evie could have been the hottest woman of the group, but kept her hair up and dressed to cover her body. Everyone knew the incredible figure she covered up because the three couples worked out together (Jerry and Eddie not often). That was how they met and became friends. Both Kim and Melissa were trying to get pregnant and looked to Evie as a role model.

"How about you Evie?" asked Kim loudly. "Ready to march on Washington?"

"Oh no," said Evie calmly. She was used to Kim's diatribes especially
when Kim had been drinking. "I'm not marching against my president."

"You're not pro life are you?" asked Melissa.

"Of course I am. I'm a Christian."

Kim appeared like she was about to pull out her own hair. "A woman has
the right to do with her body whatever she chooses."

"But we don't, Kimberly. If that were true, prostitution, drugs, and
suicide would be legal."

Jerry watched his beautiful wife's cheeks get even redder. Kim wasn't
the best debater. Her debate tactic was to point, yell, and call people
names. "Fascist!" yelled Kim, pointing her finger at Evie. "If I didn't
believe in gun control, I'd shoot that idiot Bush myself."

"Here we go again," groaned Mike, as the manager headed their way.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said the manager.

"I got this one," said Eddie, pulling out a credit card.

Evie stood. She was as calm as ever, but looked smug a having beaten Kim
once again. "I'll gather up the children. We've got to cash in their tickets."

"I'm serious," said Melissa to Kim. "We should march."

As the group left, they passed Evie with Eddie junior exchanging their
tickets. Eddie Jr. pointed at what he wanted. "We'll take the police
badge and the handcuffs," said Evie.

"Great! Start the little fascist off early," said Kim passing her.

Jerry hustled his wife out the door when Evie spun around. Evie could
take being insulted personally, but she was overprotective when it came to her children. Evie looked like she was ready to slap Kim. "Sorry," he
apologized for his wife. Jerry led his drunk wife over to her car. It
was easily spotted by the "Arms are for Hugging" and the Kerry/Edwards
bumper sticker with the iberman of Gore/Leiberman still sticking out from under it. "I guess I'm driving."

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

Kim spun around in the mirror. She pinched her belly, thighs, and ass.
"I'll be damned," she said. For the first time in her life, she was
completely satisfied with everything she saw.

"No one should look this good," she said staring at the mirror. "Glad my
sisters can't see me." Kim was a bit ashamed of her body and the skimpy
bikini barely covering it. Her college sisters would have called her a
traitor for wearing something this sexy and small. It was her body
though, and she should have the right to wear whatever she wanted. Hey,
if men can go topless on the beach, women should be allowed to also, but
Kim wouldn't go that far. She only wore this particular bikini in her backyard.

Kim planned on making herself a drink, working on her tan all day, and
reading a book. There was something to be said for not working. She was
on her way downstairs when the phone rang. "Hello," she answered picking
it up.

"Kim, it's Evie."

"Evie! I'm so glad you called. I'm sorry about the other night. I
just drank too much and..."

"Shut up Kim. I know how you get when you drink. No hard feelings. You
got bigger problems. Listen. A secret service agent just left my house.
He was asking questions about you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. It seems someone at the restaurant reported you as having
threatened the President."

"Oh shit!"

"Oh shit is right. This is serious Kim. You might be in big trouble.
He's on his way to talk to you right now. I just wanted to warn you
first."

The doorbell rang.

"Shit! I think he's here. Ah thanks for the warning, Evie." Kim hung up
the phone and went to answer the door. She opened it a crack. "Yes?" she
asked.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm agent Johnson with the Treasury Department, secret
service division." Agent Johnson flashed his badge and identification at
her. The agent was a giant black man, bigger and more muscular then
Melissa's husband Mike. He was probably twice Kim's age, had a short
afro with gray temples, and very dark skin. He wore a dark suit and
reflective sunglasses. "May I come in?"

"Of course, Mr. Johnson."

"Agent Johnson, please." Leroy stepped into the house as she opened the
door. He was instantly thankful for the glasses when he saw Kim Anderson
in the skimpy bikini. His eyes went huge at the sight of her killer body. How he kept his face expressionless, he never knew. Kim was wearing a pure black bikini which stood out against her pale white skin. The top seemed stretched too thin by her D-cup bosom. Round, quarter sized nipples pushed through the material with the actual nipple a hard pointy eraser. The cups probably covered only 25% of her breasts. Bare tit flesh spilled out the sides, underneath, and above the bikini top. Her bottoms were strings too, riding high and tied on the sides of her hips. The patch coverring her crotch was thin and flat indicating a shaved pussy. She turned slightly displaying a firm well-rounded bare ass with the bikini string slipping between her cheeks.

"What can I do for you, Agent Johnson?"

"We've had a complaint about you threatening the President of the United
States. I'm here to see if the threat is real or not." Leroy removed his
shades and ran his eyes up and down Kim's body.

Kim was immediately uncomfortable. Like many liberal minded people, she
was completely condescending towards minorities. She supported equal
treatment and affirmative action, but looked down on minorities as
incapable of achievement without the aid of caring white people such as
herself. Her closeted bigotry rarely cropped up except when she saw interracial couples. She hated the fact that it bothered her, but it always did. "Let me go change," she said. Kim didn't even wear this particular bikini in front of Jerry.

"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Mrs. Anderson."

"What?"

"I'd prefer you remain as you are. It's difficult to conceal a weapon
dressed like that and I don't know what kind of weapons you might be
hiding upstairs. If I allowed you to change, I would need to watch you
dress."

"I'll stay like this then." There was no way Kim was going to allow a
black man to see her nude. “Look Agent Johnson, I don't like Bush. I
didn't vote for him and he's not my President. That being said, I'm not
a terrorist."

"That remains to be determined, Mrs. Anderson. If I deem that you are a
serious threat to the safety of the president, I will arrest you and you
could spend the next twenty years in prison. If I determine that it was
not a serious threat, you could still go to prison for five years. Were
you, Kim Anderson, at a local establishment called the Clowning Around
Pizzeria and Arcade three nights ago?"

"I was."

"And did you state- keeping in mind I've interviewed several witnesses-
that and I quote. "I'm going to buy a gun and shoot President Bush?"

"I did not. I said that if I didn't believe that guns should be banned,
I'd buy one and shoot Bush. It was a joke."

"So you admit it. Threatening the President is no joke." Johnson turned
to the door and opened it wide.

"Are you leaving?"

"Negative Ma'am. I need to retrieve something from my car. You're to
stand in the doorway, put your hands on the back of your head, and don't
move." Kim complied while Johnson stepped outside. "And arch your back
Mrs. Anderson." Leroy thought her big breasts might make her bikini top
burst and fly off when she arched her back. He entered the beat up Buick
and retrieved what he wanted. Kim was eyeing the Buick. "Lousy airport
rental," he complained. "You may enter your house, ma'am."

"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the item he had retrieved.

"Keep your hands on your head. Now!" Kim leaped to obey the huge black
man. "This is a digital video camera. Since I'm operating without a
partner, I'll need to video tape our interview so that you can't say I
tried to force a confession or anything along those lines. It's to
protect you too."

"I understand," Kim said through gritted teeth. She felt color rising to
her cheeks. It wasn't from embarrassment at standing half naked before a
black man. It was her temper starting to flare up.

Leroy grabbed her elbow and led her into the living room. "It doesn't
look like there's a bomb factory here."

"Of course there isn't, idiot. I'm a housewife not a terrorist."

"Please remain calm, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy set the camera up, aimed it at the couch, and hit record. "Now Kim Anderson, state exactly the
terroristic threat you made against the President three days ago."

"It was not a threat. It was a fucking joke. I said, that if I didn't
believe in gun control, I'd buy one and shoot Bush."

"Sounds like a threat to me." Leroy had never seen someone so white,
turn so red before. It wasn’t just her cheeks either. Her whole torso seemed to flush.

"I was upset he was naming a supreme court justice. I know my rights. I
have freedom of speech in this country, you fascist jerk. I want my god
damned lawyer."

"That's it. I've had all I can take. I'm placing you under arrest. You
will be held at the maximum security prison in the state capitol until
trial. Spin around and grab your ankles. You have the right to remain
silent."

"Fuck this," growled Kim, humiliated. Grabbing her ankles forced her to
spread her legs. Her skimpy bikini bottom was so tight, it hugged her
labia. Agent Johnson was getting a good shot of her beaver. "We're
turning into a police state. No wonder the secret service has the
initials SS. God damned, Gestapo!"

"Mrs. Anderson, please exercise your right to remain silent."

"What?"

"Shut the fuck up. Now!"

Kim felt herself quiver as she closed her mouth. Johnson could go from
polite to dominating instantly. Curse her temper. "Ah, I'm sorry, sir."

"That's better, Mrs. Anderson. Behave and you might still keep out of
prison. I'll need to search your person."

"I believe it's quite obvious I'm not hiding anything."

"You'd be surprised, Mrs. Anderson. There could be remote triggering
devices sewn into your clothing." He untied her bikini top."

"I can't believe this," she groaned. Her bikini top fell to the floor.
Johnson's hands came around in an attempt to catch it. They missed and
ended up cupping her breasts. "Oh god." Kim's breasts were huge D-cups,
but Johnson's hands still nearly covered them completely. He was a very
big man. "Is this necessary?"

"I'm afraid it is. Remember I'm taping this. You have a right to subpoena the tape if you think I act inappropriately." Johnson picked up her bikini top and kneeled beside her dangling breasts. He stared at her
tits as he worked his finger around the material of her top. "Initial
inspection of terrorist's bikini top reveal no hidden devices," he
stated for the camera.

"Oh please, that's enough," groaned Kim, objecting to being called a
terrorist. She was about to ask for her top back when he tossed it
across the room.

"My apologies, Mrs. Anderson. You are correct. We will now remove the
SUSPECTED terrorist's bikini bottoms." Leroy untied the sides of her
panty. He caught them before they could fall. His hand cupped Kim's
vagina until he pulled the bikini bottoms away. Johnson placed her panty
over his mouth and face, inhaling deeply. "I detect no scent of any bomb
making materials on subject's bikini bottom. Also note, the panties are
wet. The suspected terrorist appears aroused."

"Fuck you."

"Are you soliciting me for sex, Mrs. Anderson?"

"No sir. I was insulting you. I'd never let a bla... that is, I'm a
married woman. I'm not a whore." The black man was right though, she was
aroused. Her nipples were rock hard from where he had touched them. Her
pussy was juicing up so fast, a drop was forming on her clit. Jerry had
never gotten her close to being this aroused. Of course, Jerry was
rather meek. He never was forceful with her or ordered her around like
Agent Johnson. Nobody had ever treated her like Agent Johnson was.

Johnson retrieved his camera. Kim was still grabbing her ankles. He
zoomed in on her dangling breasts. The angle she was in had her breasts
dangling in Kim's face. He carried the camera behind her and filmed the
inverted V her legs were forming and her breasts between her legs as
well as her angry red face. He zoomed in on her pussy.

"Agent Johnson?"

"Yes, Mrs. Anderson."

"May I move please? My back is hurting."

"You can grab the back of the couch. Keep your arms and legs spread wide
and your head down."

"That's better," she sighed when she moved.

"I'm now resuming my search of the suspected terrorist, Kim Anderson."
Leroy zoomed back in on her pussy. She was wet all right. "Subject's
obvious arousal makes it difficult to see into her vagina. I've
determined that a physical search will be necessary."

"Oh no," moaned Kim.

"I'll get this over as quickly as possible, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy sucked
his index finger between his lips to wet it. He then placed his finger
against Kim's labia. She quivered when he touched her. Leroy could
actually see her clit growing engorged. He held the camera up as he
pushed his finger into her pussy.

"Ohmygawd! Animal? Get your dick away from me, pig." Kim tried to lean
forward to get away from his finger.

"Relax Mrs. Anderson. I have to do this."

"I don't understand." Kim looked over her shoulder. Agent Johnson was
kneeling behind her with one finger sticking out from a clenched fist.
"I thought it was your penis."

"Why would you think that?"

"It felt like it was my husband's penis."

"I can assure you, that my penis is much larger then this finger, Mrs.
Anderson."

Kim sucked her lower lip into her mouth as Johnson pushed his finger
back inside. She tried to fight it, but an involuntary moan escaped her
lips. It really did feel like a penis pushing inside her. Worse, he was
pushing his finger in and out like he was fucking her. He was just
lubricating it and his finger pushed deeper with each thrust. Kim pushed
against the couch just as the finger was probing deeper into her. Jesus!
Did she just push back into his thrusts? She fought the urge to do it
again, but her hips kept flexing in time to his finger thrusts.
His finger was just like her husband's penis. It couldn't quite reach
deep enough to satisfy an itch she got every time she had sex
 
"Have located alleged terrorist's gadget spot. I've detected no gadgets
or hidden items. I'm now making circular motions around Mrs. Anderson's
G-spot to confirm."

"Ohmygod!" Kim couldn't believe the pleasure coming out of her pussy.
This wasn't right. Agent Johnson was merely making circular motions
inside her with his finger and it felt better then sex with Jerry ever
had.

Leroy lowered the camera between his legs, trying to point it at her
pussy. "Note subjects clitoris has become engorged and is impeding
progress." Leroy used the index finger of his free hand to push Kim's
clit down. He gently massaged it.

Kim with a scream pushed back into his finger. The waves of pleasure had
her falling into the couch. Her pussy quivered as it soaked Agent
Johnson's hand.

"Subject has had a large orgasm. No materials other then fluids were
disgorged from her vagina during orgasm. Mrs. Anderson's crotch is
clean."

"Filthy fucking animal," screamed Kim. "How dare you. You fucking nig...

SMACK

Leroy brought his hand down hard on Kim's ass. "I've had enough of your
attitude, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy smacked her again. Her butt cheek turned
red.

"You… you have no right," Kim gasped. It was more humiliating then
painful.

"But I do, Mrs. Anderson. The United States Patriot Act allows me to do
what I deem necessary to subdue a belligerent." Leroy spanked her other
ass cheek twice. Kim had a nice round firm ass, but it quivered as he
smacked it.

"No one has ever treated me like this before," she gasped.

"Maybe they should have. Now, why did you call me those names?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Don't make me say it." Kim gasped as he spanked her once more. "You
made me orgasm."

"So?"

"It was my first."

"Ever?"

"Yes," Kim sobbed guiltily.

"Your husband isn't doing his job properly. Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"I can give you more, Mrs. Anderson. If you let me fuck you, I'll promise you lots more. Bigger ones even."

"But my husband?"

"Doesn't need to know." Leroy already had his jacket off and was
unbuttoning his suit. "Do this and I'll tell my supervisor that you're
just a loud mouthed housewife and not a terrorist."

"Ok."

"Ok what?" asked Leroy, for the benefit of the video camera.

"You can fuck me."

"You won't be disappointed, Mrs. Anderson. This is what we in the
government call a win-win situation. You stay out of jail and get the
true fucking a slut like you needs and my black cock gets some relief."

"Black cock?" Kim hung her head down as she leaned against the couch.
Just under her large dangling breasts, she could see the black man
stooping to step out of his underwear. Johnson's penis fell out of his
underwear like a thick black log. Kim suddenly felt a tremble of fear.
What had she gotten herself into? It must be the angle she was viewing
it. No penis could be that big. The monster shaft appeared over a foot
long. "Your cock is huge!"

"What of it? You ever had a big black cock before?"

"Oh no," she said raising her head back up so that she couldn't see him
lining it up with her pussy. "Agent Johnson, you can't cum in me. I'm
trying to have a baby."

Leroy's filmed his thirteen inch cock lined up with her pussy. He zoomed
in on her gash as he pressed the golf ball sized cock head against it. He swore his cock swelled even bigger when she told him she was trying to get pregnant. The lie rolled easily off his lips. "You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Anderson. I've had a vasectomy. It's a common procedure among agents. The family of the President is our family." Leroy video taped his cock head pushing into her pussy.

"Ugh! It's so thick!" moaned Kim. She felt herself opening up for him. If the head had been any thicker, she didn't think it would have fit. Her pussy opened up to the point it was nearly painful. Though it shamed
Kim, she was thankful she was so wet. Kim was also thankful she couldn't
see him penetrating her. It probably would have frightened her too much.
"Aaahh." Her sigh was long and drawn out as the entire head entered her.
Her pussy clung to the head. She opened wider as his thick shaft found
it's way inside her.

Kim hung her head down and looked between her breasts again. Her tits
blocked her view of Johnson's cock, but his nut sack was plainly in view. His scrotum was sized to go with his large cock. Each testicle was three times as big as Jerry's entire ball sack. Thank god he's had a
vasectomy, she thought. Those things would be blasting a lot of sperm
into her.

Leroy worked the head of his cock around a little, letting it slicken up
before he pushed it in deeper. "This sure is a tight fit, Mrs. Anderson.
"If you weren't married, I'd say you were a virgin."

"Oh my," she blurted out. At that moment she did feel like a virgin.
"You can't be real."

"Feels good doesn't it."

"YES!" she shouted, as her second orgasm hit. It was a small fast one
that caught her off guard. The black man's cock had just pushed deeper
then Jerry had ever gone. The needy area that always felt unsatisfied
during sex with her husband was now hugging a huge black cock head.
"Ohmygod!" His cock head now pushed deeper still. The brief stab of pain
when the tip hit her cervix was nothing compared to the immense pleasure
emanating out from her pussy. "Can't take... hmm yes... no more."

"I think you can, Mrs. Anderson." Leroy needed his hands free. He pulled
back until only the head of his cock was wedged between her labia. Kim
whimpered in displeasure. Leroy was able to stoop enough to set the
video camera on the floor. He left it running and aimed up at their
crotches.

"That's it, put it back in," begged Kim as Leroy stood back up. This
time his hands were on her hips as he buried his cock again until just
three or four inches remained.

Leroy pushed hard until he felt the steel hard shaft might actually
bend. Finally, the cervix yielded to the pressure and opened for him.
The thick head pushed into her womb. Kim suddenly lunged back into Leroy
until his balls slapped her thighs. Her entire body shook as her cum
squirted out around his shaft coating his pubic hair and soaking his
balls. The camera caught the drips falling towards it.

Kim recovered to a slow steady pounding in her pussy. "That's it. Yes!
Fuck me. Fuck me." Somehow her head had pushed into the couch cushion.
Johnson's powerful thrusts had pushed her forwards and over the end of
the couch. She was now bent over the edge of the couch. Her feet were
several inches off the ground, but her crotch was perfectly lined up
with the black man's massive cock. As the head pushed in and out of her
womb, Kim was once again thankful for the vasectomy. Agent Johnson's
thirteen inch black cock was the perfect breeding tool deigned to
deliver sperm straight to the source. Kim was so far gone, even if he
wasn't fixed, she wouldn't have stopped him from fucking her.

Agent Johnson's cock actually outlasted Kim. She had strong orgasm after
strong orgasm until she felt tapped out. Still, the black man kept
rapidly bucking his hips. "Damn!" growled Leroy. "I must be slipping. I
didn't thoroughly investigate you for weapons."

"Unh what do unh you mean? Unh Unh" Kim was astonished that the secret
service agent was still concerned she a threat.

"Didn't check this hole." Johnson pushed his thumb straight into her
ass.

"Ow! Oh shit! Cumming!" Kim hadn't been tapped out after all. Her
sphincter squeezed tight around the back man's thumb and her pussy went
crazy. His thumb was so big, it felt like she had two cocks inside her.
Kim felt like a huge slut when the thought didn't disgust her. Johnson
wiggled his finger while fucking her. His cock seemed bigger. The ridge
around his cock head had swelled and scraped her cervix each time he
pushed it into her womb. His cock jerked and her womb flooded with
sperm. "It's so hot!" Kim cried, cumming again as wad after wad of hot
sperm filled her womb, then flooded her pussy until it shot out around
his cock. More shot out when Johnson pumped his cock in and out a few
more times to clear out any excess semen.

Kim's pussy felt empty when Agent Johnson finally pulled his cock out.
She felt a hand on her chin and looked up. Johnson had walked around the
couch. His cock was fat and swollen, but limp. He guided it towards her
mouth. Kim parted her lips as she got her first good glimpse of the
massive black cock that had just fucked her so good. Getting fucked from
behind, she had been able to concentrate on the pleasure and forget it
was a black man giving it to her.

Kim took his wet cock head into her mouth. A final jet of sperm landed on her tongue. His dark black cock was sticky and it glistened. It was
still thick and at it's full thirteen inch length, but it was no longer
rock hard. He pushed more down cock her throat. There was no pretending
he wasn't a massively endowed, muscular black man with him standing in
front of her. Kim pulled back despite Johnson's attempt to push his cock
even deeper. "We ain’t done," he growled.

"Just not comfortable," she gasped for air." Kim was still bent over the
back of her couch. The indentations of the fabric were visible on her
stomach when she stood. She walked around the couch and sat down on it
before Johnson. He stepped forward and tapped his cock head against her
lips. She opened for him.

Johnson grabbed her head in hands so strong they could have crushed her.
He guided her to swallow him deeper. Kim couldn't close her eyes. She
needed to stare at the powerful male forcing her to service his massive
cock. Johnson's shaft lost some of it's limpness. Before Kim knew it, he
was feeding her a steel hard rod again.

Johnson pulled her head forward which helped angle his cock to penetrate
her throat. The big black man rapidly bucked his hips fucking her mouth.
Their eyes were locked. Kim's eyes were wide and pleading. Her
expression implied that she hoped she was pleasing him. Johnson's eyes
were narrowed and his expression domineering. You are mine, read his
eyes.

Johnson gritted his teeth. His expression softened a bit. Kim noticed
the rhythmic fucking of her mouth was off. The whites of his eyes grew as his irises rose into his eye lids. "Argh," he grunted thrusting his cock deep down her throat.

Johnson's cock bucked wildly, threatening to choke her. Semen filled her
belly. He withdrew his cock filling Kim's recently vacated throat with
semen. He kept the cock head in her mouth. His semen filled her mouth
faster then she could swallow. Cum dribbled down her lips. This was her
first good taste of semen. Kim couldn't get over how hot it was nor how
much she loved it. The cum was viscous and rich, not what she would
expect from a man shooting blanks. Johnson rapidly ran his fist up and
down his shaft which continued to cum as long as he jerked it.
Eventually it ran dry and his limp cock plopped out of her mouth.
Johnson stepped back with a sigh. "You suck cock like a pro, Mrs.
Anderson."

"Uh...thanks, I guess." Kim cupped some of the semen on her chin and
raised it within reach of her tongue.

"I'll need to investigate upstairs before I leave, ma'am. I'll follow
you."

Kim nodded and weakly climbed off the couch. A huge pool of semen had
soaked the cushion where she had been sitting. The cushion was ruined.
She'd need to flip it over before Jerry got home. Johnson followed her.
He reached out and retrieved the video camera from where it sat on a
table facing her couch. Semen leaked out of her pussy every time she
raised a leg to climb a step. She was surprised at the amount. Not that
she was leaking so much, but so little. Johnson's testicles pumped out
large amounts of semen. It occurred to Kim that most of it would be
trapped in her womb after her cervix had closed again. She'd probably
leak his semen for a week afterwards.

"Upstairs appears clean," said Johnson sweeping the camera around. "Why
don't you get cleaned up," he told her once they were in the master
bedroom."

"That would be nice." Kim entered her bath and took a quick shower. She
wrapped a towel around her body after drying off. She smiled at herself
in the mirror. It felt good to be clean. She left her bathroom and froze
before her bed.

Agent Johnson was lying on her bed spread eagled. "Drop the towel,
woman."

"What?"

"You heard me. Drop it! Now!" Johnson grinned when she complied. "You
shouldn't cover that fine body up. Not never. Now come straddle me. I
think I can do one more load."

Kim climbed onto her bed and threw her leg around Johnson's crotch. He
grabbed her hips and adjusted her so that his cock was wedged right
between her legs. Her body reacted immediately. Kim's nipples swelled
and her pussy leaked fluid on his shaft. She ground her crotch into his,
sliding her pussy along his shat. Johnson placed his huge hands on her
breasts, gently teasing her nipples. Kim became aware of the immense
contrast between her pale skin and his dark black skin. His cock quickly
stiffened between her legs. "Oh yes," she moaned.

"Put it in, baby."

Kim slid her pussy up his rod until her labia parted around the tip. She
pushed down and the head entered her. Kim lifted her crotch up and
pushed down into Johnson's monster cock. It felt incredible to be filled by him again, but she was concerned at how easily she had taken him. Her pussy was quickly adapting to this cock and might never go back to normal. The big cock head pushed back into her womb as she took him completely inside her. Kim orgasmed again when Johnson made his cock jerk. "Oh yes," she sighed.

"Gotta make up for all those years your husband hasn't been taking care
of you, don't we? Now Mrs. Anderson, I'm gonna give you a choice. You've
convinced me you ain’t no terrorist. You're off the hook and if you want, you can get off that black cock and I'll be leavin."

Kim laughed. "You will be lucky if I ever get off this big boy. A girl
could get addicted to a cock like this. Orgasm after orgasm with no
chance of getting pregnant. It's a dream come true."

"Then start living the dream. Work that ass, Mrs. Anderson."

"Call me Kim." The raven-haired beauty started bouncing in the black
man's lap. "What's your name?"

"Agent Johnson," said Leroy, smacking her ass lightly. "Now work that
white pussy. Squeeze my cock. Tell me what you're thinking, Kim."

"Ah ah I'm thinking I love this big black cock. Ah ah I love fucking
you. Oh gawd, I'm cumming again." Kim trembled as another powerful
orgasm rocked her body. She continued to cum until she didn't have the
strength to fuck him any longer. Johnson ended up holding her ass up
while he slammed his cock up into her pussy repeatedly. Eventually, his
cock swelled until the head wedged in her cervix. "That's it fill my
womb," moaned Kim, as a steady stream of fresh semen sprayed her womb.
"So hot," was the last thing she moaned as she fell on top his chest.

Leroy's cock softened, but didn't shorten. He had to roll over to pull
it out. He stood and climbed off the bed, leaving Kim spread eagled on
her back. He retrieved the video camera and noticed that there was less
then a minute left to record. He zoomed in on Kim's exhausted body. Her
pussy was splayed open and gushing out sperm. He let the digital video
run out.

Leroy walked downstairs and put his suit back on. Before leaving, he
bounded back upstairs and to the bedroom. Kim was just starting to move.
"I gotta get this placed cleaned up before Jerry gets home," she
groaned.

"Mrs. Anderson," said Leroy, "The United States government thanks you for your cooperation."

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

Jerry sat at his desk talking to Evie on his speaker phone. "It's the
weirdest thing, Evie. I almost think Kim's one of those Stepford wives.
It's like he scared the bitch right out of her. You wouldn't believe how
nice she is. Kim's cooked me dinner every night and she does the dishes.
She doesn't talk while the news is on. It's borderline creepy."

Evie's voice came out of the speaker. "And she still hasn't mentioned
her visitor?"

"Nope."

"Who'd you get to do it?"

"Leroy, the janitor. I saw him wearing a dark suit after he got back
from a funeral. He looked like one of those feds. Here he comes now."

"Working late tonight, Mr. Anderson," said Leroy, entering Jerry's office. "I just need to empty the trash."

"I got our fellow conspirator on the phone. Say hi to Evie."

"Hello, ma'am."

"Hello Leroy. You have got to tell me what you did to Kim. Jerry says
she's like a new woman."

"I just did like you told me and put a little fear of the government in
her. Deep in her. Told her she'd end up in jail if she didn't straighten
up."

"That's great," said Evie. "We should have him go screw with Melissa,
too."

"Not a bad idea," said Jerry. "Anyway, I need to get home. Talk to you
later, Evie. Hey, does Eddie Jr. want his toy badge back?"

"No, tell Leroy he can keep it as a memento. Good night, guys." Evie
hung up and the dial tone came on.

Jerry grabbed his briefcase. "Thanks for helping me play this trick on
my wife, Leroy. Kim's wonderful, but she needed to be taught a lesson."

"My pleasure, Mr. Anderson."

"Here's the hundred bucks I promised you." Jerry handed Leroy 5 twenties. "You sure earned it. You missed your calling as a cop or fed, Leroy."

"Thanks, but I went the other root. Ten years in jail for dealing when I
was twenty-five. Been clean seventeen years, but the police academy
doesn't take ex-cons."

"Too bad." Jerry noticed two other black men outside his office. "Who
are your friends?"

"Janitors on the other floors. We're playing poker after work."

"Well good luck then." Jerry nodded at the men as he left the office.

The other two men entered Jerry's office when the elevator doors closed.
One was chubby and near retirement age. The other was a rough looking
eighteen year old.

"Gentlemen, may I present to you, Kim Anderson." Leroy picked the
picture of Kim and Jerry on the beach off Jerry's desk."

"Damn!" said the older black man. "She's got a killer body. Look at that
bikini."

"It's three times bigger then the little thing I stripped off her," said
Leroy proudly.

"There's no way you fucked that piece of white ass," said the younger."

"Care to bet."

"Twenty says you is a liar."

"Pay up now, dick, cause I got a video to show you when we get to my
place."

"I'd sure love to stick my dick between those big white boobies," said
the old man.

"Maybe you can." Leroy grinned. He leaned over the desk. Leroy pressed
the button labeled home on the phone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Anderson, the is Agent Johnson with the secret se..."

"I remember who you are, Agent Johnson."

"We have a complication, Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh no?"

"I'm afraid so. My supervisor wasn't fully convinced by my report about
you. He needs to interview you in person."

"You said... you'd convince him." Kim was almost crying.

"You shouldn't have too much to worry about. I'll be there to help you and there'll be a junior agent with us. We can conduct the interview at the old airport motel where we'll be staying."

"I'm familiar with it."

"Your husband doesn't even have to know."

"Thank god for that. How could your supervisor possibly believe I'm a
terrorist?"

"We have some new information. Do you have a friend named Melissa..."

"Stevens. She's my best friend."

"We'll need to investigate her. Can you give me a description?"

"Oh, the blue-eyed, blonde, popular cheerleader type."

"Perfect. I know the type. We'll contact you with a date and time. Don't
warn, Mrs. Stevens. The government thanks you for your cooperation."
Leroy hung up the phone. He looked at his astonished friends. "Lets go
find you boys some toy badges."


Part 2: Melissa



"There's the target," said Leroy, nodding towards the house.

"Damn!" Deon Brown watched the woman kiss her husband goodbye as he left
for work. The woman was Melissa Stevens, an extremely attractive
blue-eyed blonde. "Damn," said Deon again as Melissa looked around and
quickly opened her robe to flash her departing husband. Her angle
prevented either black man from seeing her body, but there was no
hiding the fact it must have been an impressive view. "He's gone, lets
go get her."

"Fuck! Wait, looks like she's got company."

Deon was an old fat man in his mid-sixties. "Damn! There's another sexy
bitch."

Leroy watched a modestly dressed, but clearly well built woman hustle
two kids out of her car. "That must be Evie. That has got to be one
killer body she's hiding under those clothes."

"Well lets fuck her too. We'll fuck both of them."

"Maybe, but she knows about the secret service scam. She helped me set
up Kim. I'm still willing to try. We‘ll need to come up with something else though."

"Well if we can't grab Melissa now, let's go get me an egg mcmuffin or
five." Deon patted his immense belly.

***********

Melissa always had second thoughts about having children whenever she
watched Evie's kids.

"How were they?" asked Evie as she picked her son and daughter up around
noon.

"Makes me want to start taking birth control again."

"That bad, huh? Well thanks for watching them. Talk to you later."

"See ya." Melissa closed the door. No sooner had Evie's car pulled out
of the driveway, then her doorbell rang. Melissa opened her door
thinking that Evie had forgotten something. "Yes?" She jumped when she
saw the two black men. Both wore dark suits and ties with sunglasses.

"Melissa Stevens, I'm agent Johnson with the secret service. This is
agent Brown."

"What's this about?" she asked. Johnson was a good looking muscular man
in his mid fifties. Brown was older and very fat. He was also staring
at her body. Melissa had showered, but not really bothered dressing to
baby-sit. She was wearing a form hugging spaghetti strap top with a lacy
black bra underneath. The top stopped about an inch above her belly
button. She also had on sweat pants that rode low on her hips leaving
the tops of her thong hanging out. Her feet were bare.

"Do you know a Kim Anderson?"

"She's my best friend."

The two black men looked at each other. "Mrs. Anderson is being
investigated for making terroristic threats against the President at a
local restaurant last week."

"Oh that." Melissa laughed. "We were joking around. It was nothing."

"Witnesses say that Mrs. Anderson threatened to shoot the president and
that you suggested invading Washington."

"I said no such thing. I mentioned something about marching on
Washington."

"You admit it," spoke the fat man.

"No. I was talking about a protest march. We were joking. Just upset
that Bush gets to nominate a supreme court justice and now two."

"Ma’am, I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to come with us."

"For what?"

"You need to be interrogated."

"Jesus! My husband is gonna kill me."

Johnson looked around the room. "Mrs. Stevens, if you're telling the
truth and you're innocent, we'll have you back here in a couple of
hours. Mr. Stevens wouldn't even need to know you were gone."

"I'll go change then."

"Sorry, but we can't allow you out of our sight. You'll need to remain
dressed as you are. You may put shoes on. Come with us please. We'll
forego handcuffing you."

"Well thanks for that I guess." Melissa followed the two black men out
to a beat-up sedan. The fat one opened the back door for her and she
slid in beside a pile of egg mcmuffin wrappers. Johnson started the car
and they drove off.

They only drove for around ten minutes before pulling into a run down
motel. "Hey! How come we aren't going to the police station?"

"This is a department of homeland security and secret service matter,
Mrs. Stevens. Not a police matter. Besides, if we had commandeered the
local police department for this investigation, we would of had to fill
out a police report on you and it would have made the local news."

"That's a relief then."

The sedan pulled around back of the motel to a pair of connected
bungalows. The handsome black man opened the car door for her while the
obese one unlocked the door to the left room.

Agent Johnson placed his hand on the small of Melissa's back and guided
her towards the door. Melissa entered the stripped down motel room. It
didn't have a television. The bed was stripped of sheets and blankets.
The room did have several chairs and what appeared to be additional
lighting around the bed. Several video cameras were set up on tripods,
the lenses aimed towards the bed.

"We'll need to search you, Mrs. Stevens." Leroy stooped and yanked,
Melissa's sweat pants down.

"What! What the hell do you think you are doing?" Melissa's ass was
exposed to the black man. Her lacy black thong was something she only
wore in front of her husband.

"The is the age of terrorism, Mrs. Stevens," said Leroy standing. "Step
out of the pants, please." He kicked her sweats over to Deon, who
gathered them up. "These days, weapons may be extremely minute and
hidden in the most unlikely places. Arms up." When Melissa complied,
Leroy pulled her top off over her head. He stepped back.

Melissa hunched over and tried to cover her body. She held her arm
across her skimpy black bra. She was also aware that her shaven pelvic
mound was visible through her panty. She held her hand across to cover
it. "Seen enough?"

"Nope. Move your arms and stand up straight. Turn around for the
cameras."

Melissa sobbed as she obeyed the commands. She was gonna kill Kim when
this ordeal was all over.

Leroy stared intently at her body. So did Deon, the fat man breaking out
in a sweat. Leroy stated, "Let the record show, Melissa Stevens does
not appear to be hiding weapons. Agent Brown is taking her clothing
next door for testing. Mrs. Stevens, now remove the rest of it."

"You mean, nude?"

"Yes, as I stated weapons may be hidden in the smallest of places, your
bra cups or the lining of your panties for example."

"I'm not going to strip naked for you. I know my rights."

Leroy sighed. "Let the record show that, Mrs. Stevens is not being
Compliant and is uncooperative. Agent Brown please go remove the rest of Mrs. Stevens' clothes for testing."

"W-wait! Wait, I'll do it," said Melissa, when the obese black man took a step towards her. She reached behind herself and unclasped the bra.
Melissa tossed it to agent Brown.

Leroy nodded approvingly. Melissa's tits were magnificent. "Mrs. Stevens
attitude has improved. I don't believe at this time that a cavity
search will be necessary."

Melissa turned pale and quickly pulled down her thong. She decided to
let the two black men get an eye full and no longer tried to hide her
attributes.

"Turn around, spread your legs, bend down and touch your ankles."

Melissa slowly did what she was told. "What is this for?"

"I wont need to do a physical cavity search, but I still need to do an
optical one."

Melissa started to cry. She felt like she was exposed to the big black
man. Worse, the fat one seemed to be looking over the handsome one's
shoulder. She could even feel agent Johnson's breath on her privates.
She jumped when he placed his hands on her thighs just under her ass.
"Please?" she begged.

"Just need a slightly better view." Leroy used his thumbs to spread her
pussy lips apart. "Looks clean."

"I concur," said Deon.

"Great. Can I get dressed now?"

"Not until we run tests on your clothes. It should only be an hour or
more."

"You expect me to sit here naked the whole time.

"Yes, we do. Agent Brown, shall we adjourn?"

"Huh?"

"Shall we move to the next room?"

"Yeah."

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

Donnie sat reading a magazine in the next room. He heard a car door slam
outside just as  the two other black men entered. Leroy peaked out the
window. "It's her. You two get on over back to Melissa's room."

Donnie stood and placed his hands behind his back. Deon cuffed his
wrists together with fake handcuffs. Leroy was stripping as they left
the room.

"Jes... I mean Allah be praised," Donnie gasped as he saw Melissa naked.


Melissa let out a little scream and tried to cover her breasts and pussy
with her hands. "What the hell?"

Donnie couldn't get over the magnificent creature standing before him.
His cock swelled up slightly. This bitch was the head cheerleader, the
prom queen, the girl next door centerfold with a porn stars body and
he- a janitor/ high school dropout- was going to fuck her. "That's her, dude."

"Who this woman here?" Deon pointed at Melissa. He walked over behind
the poor woman and pulled her arms away from her body. "Get a good
look," he said winking at Donnie.

"That's her. She and the other woman is my boss."

"I've never seen this man before," cried Melissa, indignantly.

Deon released Melissa and walked back over to Donnie. "State for the
cameras who you are. Are you Donnie Jefferson, aka Donnie Do-rag, aka
Fireplug Jefferson?"

"No, they was my slave names. My name is Tariq Mohammed, yo."

"And you recognize this woman?"

"Her and her friend are the leaders of our cell."

"Did they ever threaten the president?"

"All the time, yo."

"If you're telling the truth, the courts will be lenient."

"He's lying," screamed, Melissa.

"It's against my religion to lie."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Stevens the US government will discover the truth.
Fireplug here thinks he's a big shot terrorist, but we suspect he's
just a second rate drug dealer." Deon walked behind Donnie and undid
his cuffs. "Step two steps in front of me and remove your clothes."

Donnie did as he was told. He was facing Melissa as he stripped. He
noticed she was less concerned by her own nudity. She kept her breasts
bare, but both hands over her crotch. He felt a brief twinge of guilt.
The poor woman looked distraught and on the verge of a breakdown. Her
cheeks were wet and her eyes red from crying. Her hair was mussed. But
still she was hot and he was going to fuck her or more importantly, she
was going to willingly fuck him.

Melissa's eyes widened when he bared his chest. He had a fit young body,
each muscle, hard and well-defined. He unzipped his pants and waited
until he was sure her eyes were focused on his crotch before quickly
yanking them down. He wasn't wearing underwear.

Melissa frowned. Her eyes narrowed then widened. Her mind refused to
believe what it was seeing. Her jaw dropped, then the words. "Oh
mygod," came out of her mouth.

"You alright Mrs. Stevens?" asked Deon.

"She fine," growled Donnie. He was trying to keep his cock from growing
to full size and it wasn't easy. "She never seen a black cock before."

“Is this true, Mrs. Stevens?” asked Deon.

"N-no I haven't." Melissa's husband was no slouch in the penis
department at maybe six and a half inches, but Donnie was twice that
long and maybe three times as thick. The huge cock was topped by an
even more massive cock head. It was dark black with a long curved flair
around the shaft.

"Sit down Donnie," said Deon, indicating a chair. When Donnie sat, Deon
reapplied the handcuffs. "There is a way to get to the truth here. I
can administer a truth drug."

"No way," said Donnie.

"Then you are lying," accused Deon.

"What does this drug entail?" asked Melissa. She walked over and sat down on the stripped down bed.

"Simple pill dissolved in a glass of water. You won't taste it and the
effects will only last a few hours. The benefit is that if you are
proved innocent, we'll have you home by this afternoon."

"I'll take it."

"Me too," said Donnie with a smirk. "I'm just a pawn in her terrorist
scheme."

"I'll mix the drinks," said Deon. Leroy would not have approved. The
older black man had some principles. He didn't know Donnie really was a
small time drug dealer. As for Deon, he just wanted to sink his dick in
some white pussy and he figured, if they were stoned, they wouldn't be
disgusted by his fat body. Deon dropped some ecstasy in a glass for Melissa.  Donnie also got a hit a X along with the little blue pill. Donnie felt he could handle both. Deon took them their drinks. He held Donnie's up for him to drink, since his hands were still cuffed. "I'll be back in an hour when the drugs kick in. Yell if you need anything." Deon left and reentered the other room.

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

Kim knocked on the hotel room door. It opened and she entered the room.
The door closed behind her. She turned. Agent Johnson stood behind her,
nude, his cock already plumping up. Kim took a step backward. "Agent
Johnson, what are you doing?"

"Just waiting for you, Mrs. Anderson."

"I ah thought I was here to meet with your supervisor."

"He's detained. We have some time to ourselves. You haven't forgotten
how good this cock felt in you have you?" The black man hefted the big
log.

"No." Kim could never forget that day. "But..." My husband! Your
Supervisor! You’re black! I'm married! It was the best sex of my life!
He’s had a vasectomy! No consequences! I love fucking that big black cock! I need that big black cock in my pussy!

"But what, Mrs. Anderson?"

"But what are we waiting for?" Kim started unbuttoning her blouse
staring at his cock the whole time. It grew to it's full foot long
length. Kim had smooth pale white skin, with long raven tresses falling
down her back. A former nerd, she had blossomed in college loosing her
braces and getting contacts. Her body now rivaled any porn stars.

Leroy watched her magnificent body expose itself. Watching two such
beautiful white women strip in one days was almost more then he could
handle. When she was nude, Kim fell to her knees and grabbed the base
of his cock.

Kim licked around the black man's cock head. Her pussy dripped with
anticipation eager to have it inside. Something had changed in her
after fucking this cock. She thought of Agent Johnson everyday. The
first time she'd slept with her husband, after fucking Johnson, had been a depressing disappointment. She needed more. In Kim's purse was a list
she'd started making. A list of black men she might seduce into fucking
her regularly.

Kim bobbed her head over Johnson's shaft. Her belly growled in
anticipation. She knew this stud would have no trouble cumming several
times even though he was old enough to be her father. Kim massaged his
balls and stroked the base of his shaft to speed him up. There was no
telling when his supervisor might return.

Kim felt herself becoming addicted to this cock. It grew in her mouth,
the swelling making it even harder. Cum filled her mouth as the cock
gave a little jerk. She gulped his sperm, swallowing as fast as she
could, but it still poured down her chin. Kim didn't start stroking his
cock until she was sure the last little bit had drained from his balls.

Leroy walked over to the bed, stroking his cock to keep it hard. He laid
down on his back and held his cock up. "Come mount me."

Kim walked over to the bed. "These aren't on, are they?" she asked
noticing the cameras.

"No, they're here for the final interview. I wouldn't want to risk my
job by having a sex tape with a terrorist suspect make the rounds of
the office."

"Of course." Kim straddled him. She lowered herself over his shaft,
feeling the fat cock head press against her pussy. She slammed down,
impaling herself on his shaft and found herself cumming immediately.
Her pussy had adapted to this big cock and never snapped back to
normal. She didn't feel satisfied anymore without a golf ball sized
cock head pushing into her womb. What would she do without him?

Agent Johnson grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart as she
bounced on his dick. She felt his finger press against her anus. But it
wasn't his finger. He was holding her cheeks. The thing pushed hard
against her rectum. It was big. "My boss," whispered Johnson. "Treat
him as well as me and you're home free."

"It hurts," gasped Kim as her rectum stretched open. She pictured
another black man standing behind her. He was as handsome as agent
Johnson with a fit muscular body and a huge cock. Her pussy quivered
with lust.

Sweat glistened on Deon's quivering flesh as he pushed his fat cock deep
inside Kim's ass.

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

"Got you, jerk," said Melissa with a sneer. "This drug will prove you
are a liar."

"Says you," laughed Donnie. "I know you ain’t no terrorist, but if it
helps keep me out of jail, fuck you."

"Thanks for the confession, asshole." Melissa nodded towards the
cameras.

"They ain’t running fool," lied Donnie. "They is just the standby lights. The pig has the remote in his hands and I saw him click them off."

"Fuck!"

"I'd sure love too."

"What?"

"I'd sure love to fuck that white pussy. Shove twelve inches of dark
meat up that tight little twat."

"What are you doing?" Melissa stared aghast at Donnie's rapidly swelling
cock. It stretched out an inch, then began to swell. As it swelled, the
shaft began to rise.

"I bet it would be like fucking a virgin. My big black cock would
stretch you out like hubby never could. It would ruin you for white
dicks. Wish I could swell that belly with a black baby, if I wasn't
fucking sterile." His cock was completely hard now. The big head, a fat
round knob, the flair wide and pronounced.

"Stop it! Agent Brown, Agent Johnson, I need you." There was no
response.

"Relax bitch. Now I got you."

"What do you mean, animal?"

"Ya sees, this drug, it works it's way into the blood ya see. So if I
can keep my cock hard, the blood won't flow as well and I can resists
it. Looking at a sexy hot bitch like you, I think I can keep it hard
forever. Have fun in jail, terrorist." Donnie laughed and that huge
cock bobbed between his legs.

"Oh no," whispered Melissa. She could feel the drug affecting her. Her
judgment was already cloudy. As long as that huge cock stayed hard,
this nightmare wouldn't end. That cock had to come down. But how?

Melissa stood up from the bed and boldly walked over to Donnie's chair.
His cock twitched at the sight of her nude body. It was unladylike, but
Melissa worked the saliva around in her mouth, building it up until she
spit it in her palm. Melissa kneeled down before Donnie and grabbed his
shaft with her wet palm.

He automatically bucked his hips, shoving his cock up through her
fingers. "No! You can't," he gasped.

"I can and I am, loser." Melissa felt powerful and in control. She was
going to make him cum and he had no choice in the matter. She slid her
hand up and down his swollen shaft. "I can't believe how thick this
thing is."

"Haven't given a lot of hand jobs to black guys, have ya?"

"No," said Melissa and for some reason she found the situation very
funny. She started laughing while jerking him off and the black man
laughed with her. In fact she had never felt so happy. Melissa figured
the truth drug must be having a strange affect on her. Being accused of
terrorism, stripped nude, and jerking off a black criminal was not a
situation one should being enjoying, but she was.

Melissa watched her hand glide up and down his shaft with fascination.
The head was so large, it stopped her fist so she settled for jerking
just the shaft. She stared at the cock head as it turned an angry
reddish black. Each time her fist slid up, a little jet of precum shot
out of the head. Still, it wasn't enough to coat such a big shaft.
Melissa leaned down over the head to spit some more saliva on the tip.
As she opened her mouth, Donnie bucked his hips and the cock head
brushed her lips. Melissa drew her head back, swallowing the spit.

"No! Don't lick it. I won't be able to last if you do."

Aha, I have you, thought Melissa. She bent down and swallowed the
swollen cock head. Her tongue swirled around the pee-slit and she tasted
his precum. Once again, Melissa was filled with a deep sense of
satisfaction and euphoria.

The head was just two big to swallow and give a proper blow job too.
Melissa had to content herself with just sucking the head while
stroking the shaft. She didn't have to suck it for long. His glands
swelled even harder and the thick shaft throbbed in her hands. Within
seconds, her mouth filled with hot sperm until it dribbled down her
chin. Without thinking, she swallowed to keep from choking, his hot
seed filling her belly. Melissa decided she liked the taste as a moan
filled her ears. The moan came from her own throat.

The black cock pumped sperm faster then she could swallow. Melissa
pulled back to gasp for air and semen splattered on the tops of her
breasts, running down over her nipples. Melissa fell back on her ass
dazed over what had just happened. Donnie chuckled and laughed. "It's
still hard. You lose," he said, still laughing.

Melissa stood. It was still hard! It hadn't deflated in the least.
Without hesitation, she straddled his lap. Melissa reached behind her
and grabbed the shaft. "I never lose," she answered, guiding the head
into her pussy.

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

Kim couldn't take the double stimulation. The black men were fucking her
ass and pussy so hard she was flopping around like a rag doll between
them. Sometimes they alternated, Johnson's cock filled her pussy while
his boss nearly pulled his out of her ass and Johnson pulled out as the
other pushed deep in her ass. Sometimes, they both impaled her at once
and other times they fucked her at their own pace. Kim came repeatedly
whichever way they were fucking her.

Johnson pushed in deep and held his cock still as it shot jet after jet
of sperm into her fertile womb. Kim shuddered in orgasm at each jerk of
his cock. It reminded her how much she had missed fucking this cock.
She was addicted to it. Her husband would never satisfy her again.

Johnson rested and his cock deflated some, but Kim continued sliding
along his big shaft as the man behind her continued fucking her ass. The man was wheezing and the hands holding her hips were hot and sweaty. He groaned and leaned forward, a flabby soft stomach, slick with sweat pushed against her back. He wasn't the muscular stud, Johnson was.

The fat man's cock exploded, flooding her bowels with sperm. She felt
his seed filling up her ass as he removed his dick. Sperm welled up and
flowed down her anus.

Deon gasped for breath as he waddled over to one of the cameras. He
retrieved it and filmed a close-up of his cum pouring out of her
asshole. He zoomed in on her pussy impaled by Leroy's fat cock. He was
hard again and Kim was starting to ride it. "Get off and turn around,"
said Leroy smacking her ass cheek. Deon returned the camera to the
tripod.

Kim spun around and couldn't keep the expression of disgust off her face
when she saw the fat black man. He noticed it too and grinned at her,
flashing a gold tooth. How could someone so obese be a secret service
agent? Still, the cock dangling between his legs was every bit as
impressive as Agent Johnson's.

"I'll be in the next room." Deon didn't want his body blocking the
cameras. Leroy had spun her so that he was fucking her from behind
while she sat in his lap. The cameras were capturing her impressive
breasts and his black hands mauling them. Still naked, Deon stepped
over to the next room.

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

"Oh god, no...," cried Melissa.

"What's wrong baby?" asked Donnie.

"It feels so good." Melissa buried her head in Donnie's shoulder. She
felt so ashamed.

"Feeling guilty, huh bitch? This black cock a lot bigger and better then
your little hubby I bet."

"No... yes, damn you!"

Donnie chuckled. "That's the truth drug talking, ho. You can't lie. You
might as well enjoy it."

He was right, but it actually did hurt a little. The huge cock head was
banging against her cervix. "So full. I can't take anymore."

"Wrong bitch." Donnie flexed his muscles until the flimsy plastic on his
handcuffs snapped. His strong arms came around to grab her hips. He
thrust up with his cock while pulling down on her hips.

Melissa yelped at the brief stab of pain. It reminded her of losing her
virginity. "Your cock's in my fucking womb!" she cried in disbelief.
Her crotch was also grinding with his. She had taken his entire shaft.

Donnie hefted her big tits and brought the nipples up to his mouth. As
he sucked one between his lips, Melissa's first orgasm hit. It was
good, real good. Her first deep penetration orgasm enhanced by the
drugs was the best in her life. She couldn't focus on the guilt of
cheating on her husband any more. She couldn't focus on the fake
handcuffs dangling from Donnie's wrists. All she could focus on was the
incredible pleasure emanating from her pussy.

Melissa didn't have the strength to bounce more then a few inches. She
could feel his cock began to grow. "You can't cum in me," she whispered
in his ear. Melissa tried to stand, but the cock head wouldn't leave her
womb. The large flair caught on her cervix. "It's stuck!"

Donnie laughed. "That's why they call me "The Fireplug", slut. Relax,
I'm sterile, remember," lied the black teenager.

"Thank god for that.” Melissa was right between periods. Her most
fertile time of the month. Donnie's cock exploded, flooding her womb
with seed. Melissa was overwhelmed with pleasure. "Fill my pussy," she
screamed. She ground her pelvic bone down on the root of his cock and
trembled in orgasm as jet after jet of hot semen filled her womb.

Melissa assumed she passed out momentarily. When she recovered, Donnie
was carrying her. His cock was still buried in her pussy and it was as
hard as ever. Donnie spun around and sat down on the bed. He laid back
and started playing with her nipples. "Ride me some more."

Melissa bounced, saying, "Ow," as she realized his cock was still stuck.
"Is it ever coming out?"

"Not until it softens a little." Donnie had never used Viagra before and
didn't know what to expect. It might be hours.

"I wish it could stay in me forever," moaned Melissa grinding their
crotches together and having another small orgasm. "But what if the
secret service agent comes back?"

"I don't think you need worry about that," said Donnie, pulling her ass
cheeks apart.

Deon pushed the head of his cock down hard against his second anus of
the day. He really wanted some white pussy, but these tight little
rosebuds kept pointing at him. The girl shuddered as his cock head
pushed into her ass.

"What the fu..." Melissa went pale as her ass opened for the large
invading cock.

"That's agent Brown coming in your back door," said Donnie.

The fat one! thought Melissa, shuddering in disgust and pleasure. She
leaned forward onto Donnie so that Brown could push his cock in deeper.
She thanked god she had let her husband fuck her ass to help prepare
her for Brown's massive member. "I don't understand what's going on
anymore," she moaned.

"This is all just a dream, baby," laughed Donnie, grinding his cock deep
inside her.

"Then I don't want to wake up." The ecstasy made Melissa start giggling
before an orgasm shut her up. Melissa started focusing on the pleasure,
fucking back against the two cocks. She slammed her pussy down into
Donnie, then raise her ass up to meet Brown's cock. She worked their
cocks good. Now it was the black men's turn to moan and groan. Their
cocks started spurting simultaneously, filling her bowels and womb with
loads more sperm.

Melissa trembled in orgasm as their cocks continued pumping. When
finished the fat man wheezed and collapsed against her, making even
Donnie grunt. Brown's cock shriveled and he slowly removed it, stepping
backward, still wheezing. Donnie's softened a little and Melissa took
the opportunity to yank her body upward. The fireplug caught on her
cervix making her yelp in pain, but this time it pulled through and she
was free of it. What felt like a gallon of semen flowed into the vacuum
until her cervix closed back up trapping most inside her womb. Instead of relief, Melissa missed the massive black cock and wished she had kept
it in for another go around.

Melissa reached over and grabbed Donnie's cock. It hadn't softened much
and she thought about swiftly mounting it again. She was about to do so
when the good looking black man entered the room. He was nude and
another large black cock swung between his legs. My god, are they all
monsters? she thought. He was followed by a nude, well fucked... "Kim!"


"Melissa?" Kim looked confused. She ran over to the bed and the two nude
women embraced as Donnie stood up and went to the bathroom. He pissed
without closing the door and with his cock still quite hard. "What are
you doing here?" asked Kim.

"These agents came to my house and took me in for questioning."

"Stupid bitches," said Donnie, shaking his head when he came out of the
bathroom. "We aint agents and I'm no terrorist."

"What?" asked Kim.

"Huh!," added Melissa.

"I'm Leroy and what my crude friend Donnie is trying to tell you is that
we don't work for the government. We are janitors. Mr. Anderson paid me
to play a trick on his wife so that she'd learn to keep her mouth shut.
I didn't plan on fucking her, but it turned out to be too easy. Then I
got my brothers here involved and went after Melissa here."

"You fucking, bitch," said Melissa, shaking her head in horror.

"What?" asked Kim.

"This is all your fault." Melissa swung her arm and slapped her palm
hard against Kim's face. She tried to do it again, but Kim grabbed her
wrist and threw her down on the bed.

The black men looked at each other, grinning as the two women wrestled.
Their big bosoms mashed together as they rolled, struggling on the bed.
Donnie was the first to walk over and start jerking off as he watched.
Leroy followed. Deon grabbed a camera and started getting close ups of
the women fighting and his buddies masturbating.

The women struggled for minutes. Just as Donnie came, Kim grabbed
Mellissa's hair. Melissa arched her neck, her mouth opening as Kim
pulled her hair back. Donnie's first wad flew right in her mouth, the
rest covered her face and breasts. The two women fell back on the bed
just as Leroy shot his load across both pairs of breasts.

Deon zoomed in on the four sperm covered breasts. "Alright Kim, now lick
the cum away from Melissa's mouth.

"What? No way am I doing that."

"Stupid bitches,” said Donnie again.

Leroy squeezed the last bit of sperm from his cock. "I'm inclined to
agree with the fireplug here. Don't you get it. All these cameras have
been running and I filmed us fucking back at your house, Kim. We have
hours of you two sluts fucking and sucking black cock on film."

"Oh no," moaned Kim, thinking of how much she enjoyed fucking Leroy's big black cock.

"Aargh," growled Melissa, grabbing Kim's hair. The two started fighting
again.

"ENOUGH!" barked Leroy. "If you don't want your hubby's to see these
tapes, you'll do what we tell you from now on. Kim lick the cum off
Mellissa's mouth. Good. Now kiss her and use some tongue."

The two women stared at each other in horror before Kim leaned over and extended her tongue. She lapped a large wad of semen off Melissa’s mouth. She rolled it around her tongue, liking the taste, but preferring it hot. She gulped and then kissed Melissa.

Deon filmed the two women kissing. "Now lick the goo off each others
breasts."

"Fuck this is hot," groaned Donnie, stroking his still Viagra enhanced
cock again. "Bitches, it's time to suck the cum out of each others
pussies. Lets see you sixty-nine."

The two women looked resigned but disgusted. Kim's swollen nipple
plopped out of Melissa's mouth as she rolled on top of her friend.
Mellissa's pussy was swollen and soaked with cum, not very attractive
and mirroring her own pussy. Kim buried her face in it anyway and
started slurping. Melissa jerked at the contact, but afterwards raised
her pussy slightly into Kim's tongue. Now it was Kim's turn to jerk as
Melissa's tongue found her pussy.

The black men watched as the women changed from reluctance to arousal.
Mellissa was the first to go, possibly helped along by the ecstasy, with her friend laying on top of her. Deon filmed her licking Kim while Leroy filmed from the other angle. Melissa kept raising her pussy into Kim’s tongue. Eventually she buried her face into Kim's pussy, her tongue going wild, stopping only for her to cry out in orgasm. Mellissa's enthusiasm soon converted Kim who suddenly sat up and thrust her pussy down hard into Melissa's face. She didn't return to sucking Melissa. Instead, her face found Donnie's hard cock before it. "The tip of that monster is huge," she gasped.

"You don't know the half of it." Donnie guided his cock into Kim's
mouth.

Deon's old cock finally started to swell again. He walked over to the
bed and pushed Kim's ass off Mellissa's face. Kim got up on all fours
with Melissa under her. Mellissa watched the fat thighs loom over her
with a hard foot long cock sticking between them and huge dangling
balls underneath. Fascinated, she watched as the huge spear penetrated
her friend’s pussy right over her face. Instinct took over and Mellissa
stuck her tongue out. Willing she licked the huge testicles dangling
above her face.

Mellissa wasn't sure how long she licked. She felt the thrusting
testicles tense, then explode. Soon hot sperm dripped down on her face.
The drips turned to a trickle as Deon removed his cock.

"Finally some white pussy," grunted Deon. The old obese man was spent. He waddled off and went to the bathroom to shower.

Mellissa watched as Donnie's cock appeared over her face. It was slick
with Kim's saliva and swollen as hard as ever. The huge cock head pushed
against Kim's pussy and slowly slipped inside. Jealous, that Kim was
getting her second black cock, Melissa felt hands pull her ankles
apart. Leroy guided his cock into her warm and ready pussy.

Afterwards, the black men gathered up the cameras while the women rested
in each others arms on the bed. Leroy, once again in his Sunday black suit, addressed the women. "Unless you want these tapes to get out, your pussy's belong to us now." The women nodded. "I want you to say it."

"My pussy belongs to you now," said Kim. "All three of you."

"My pussy belongs to you now," added Melissa.

"Good. Be prepared to service any one of us at any time. You'll just
have to think up lies to tell your husbands. Lets go boys." Leroy
stopped. "Oh and there's one other thing. You're going to help us fuck
your friend Evie too. She helped set you up and is in on the secret service thing, so we'll need a new scam."

"We'll see that bitch fucked good," said Kim as the three black men
left. She turned and looked at Melissa. "Lets get a shower and I'll
take you home." Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed Mellissa
on the lips. Mellissa automatically kissed back.

The two women showered together, helping to scrub the dried semen off
each others bodies. Mellissa sighed on the way home. "I'm not
comfortable with all the lies. I can't lie to my husband."

"Get used to it. I think we'll be lying a lot from now on. I just hope
Leroy didn't lie about one thing."

"What's that?"

"Having a vasectomy." Kim patted her belly.

"I don't think men would lie about that. Fireplug said he was sterile, but what about the fat one? He fucked you too."

“Dear god,” replied Kim, her face going white. “Let’s hope he’s shooting blanks.”

The car stopped at Melissa’s house. Both women leaned together to kiss again. This time, the kiss  Lingered and when it ended they stared in each other’s eyes. Their eyes seemed to promise there’d be more kissing in the future.



Part 3: Evie



Evie entered the restaurant. She spotted Kim at a table and was surprised to see her sitting with a rather distinguished looking, older black man. The black man was quite large and somewhat handsome. Kim waved and Evie hurried over. Kim stood up and hugged her. "Oh Kim, I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks Evie. I'll be looking to you for motherhood advice. Four months along now."

"Oh that's just wonderful. Boy is your life going to change."

"That's what everyone tells us. Evie, may I introduce Pastor Le Roi."

"A pleasure Ma'am." Leroy stood and shook Evie's hand.

"The good Pastor is a friend of my husband. He's from New Orleans."

"Oh what a tragedy." Evie shook her head sadly.

"Indeed! Let us pray." Leroy bowed his head and the two women followed suit. "Father, bless those who have suffered from Katrina and bless those who have aided the needy of my city. We pray for a speedy recovery and a return to normalcy for all those affected by this great tragedy.
Amen."

"Amen," replied Evie. "A nice prayer, Pastor. May I ask what you're doing away from the city. Surely your spiritual guidance is needed there?"

Kim answered. "Pastor Le Roi is looking for compassionate families to take in displaced persons from Katrina."

"Yes, I'm on a tour of surrounding states looking for good Christians to take in the hurricane's victims. Are you a good Christian, Evie?"

"I strive everyday to be one, sir."

"Evie, didn't you mention that Eddie was going away on business next
month?"

"Yes. He's off to New Orleans himself."

"Well, the good Pastor here has a teenager who needs shelter for just that month."

Leroy nodded. "Yes, his home was in one of the lesser hit areas and after some cleanup, he will be able to return. He's one of the lucky ones. Is there any way you could put him up?"

"I'm not sure..."

"His name is Donnie, though his friends call him Fireplug. He's a great kid, but fell in with the wrong crowd. Did a little too many drugs. Enough to make him sterile. I'm sure he'll work for his room and board. With your husband gone, Donnie could take care of the yard work or fulfill other husbandly duties." Leroy smiled at Evie.

"Well, I guess we could. I'll need to ask my husband."

"That's fine Miss Evie. You would be doing a great service for the church, the city, the state of Louisiana, and your country. When it comes to the poor and disadvantaged, there's a special place in heaven for those who open their homes..." and legs, thought Leroy.

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

"This is incredible," said Evie into the phone. "First Kim, now you and only a month behind her. Well congratulations." Evie listened for awhile before finishing the conversation. "Now Melissa, everyone knows condoms aren't 100% effective. I believe that god wanted this to happen and it'll be the greatest thing to happen to you and Mike." The doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be my boarder. Gotta run. Talk to you later."

Evie was so happy for her friends she was grinning as she opened the door. She frowned when she saw an older black youth standing at her doorstep. Her frown deepened when she saw the suitcase. "Yes?"

"Mrs. Martin, I'm Donnie. I thought you were expecting me."

"No... I mean yes. No, you're not what I was expecting. I thought I was putting up a teenager."

"I'm eighteen. I am a teenager."

"I'm not sure about this. It isn't appropriate. I thought you were a
boy."

"Mrs. Martin, I have nowhere else to go."

"Oh boy!" Evie stepped aside. "Well come on in. At least you can join us for lunch."

Evie's son and daughter's eyes went wide when they saw their new guest. "Who's that mama?" asked Eddie Jr.

"This is Donnie. He was supposed to be staying with us for a month while your daddy's away."

"Doesn't he have a home?"

Donnie interrupted. "My home was destroyed when the levees broke in New Orleans." Actually, Donnie lived with his mother seven miles away. "Your mother has agreed to let me stay here..."

Evie was about to open her mouth to state that Donnie could not stay with them when her son said, "Like a good Christian. Mama always says that a good Christian's heart is filled with larges."

"That's largesse, honey."

"There is a special place in heaven for women like your mother, son." Donnie reached over and patted the boys head.

Evie sighed. "How was it Donnie? Katrina and all you had to go through."

Donnie had prepared a phony story. He sat back and tried to look devastated. He told the story of how he had waded waist deep through fetid water to rescue his mother, but when he got to her house, it was too late, she was already dead. Donnie watched a tear roll down Evie's cheek as she listened which made him feel guilty for conning her. He continued his story telling how he floated his mother's body out of the house and dragged her onto the roof. He told how her body began to stink and rot on the balmy roof as he waited hour after hour for rescue.  Finally when the coastguard helicopter arrived, they wouldn't let him
bring his mother with him and he had to abandon the body. The helicopter dropped him off outside a dozen stores that were being looted and he had to walk ten miles to find food and water. By the time he ended, Evie's hands were on his arm squeezing tightly as she sobbed for him.

Evie held Donnie's hand and patted him on the back. "I'm so sorry Donald. That's what you get when you have a corrupt incompetent
government."

"You are so right Miss Evie. I swear Bush and the Republicans must really hate black people."

Evie released his hand and sat up. "I was referring to your Democrat Mayor and Governor."

"Oh yeah. Them to I suppose."

"As for Republicans hating black people, lets not forget that they freed your people from slavery. It was also Republicans that got the equal rights amendment passed. Democrats founded the KKK and tried to stop integration in the South."

"I didn't know that. Maybe I should vote Republican." Donnie had been informed, Evie was very political.

Evie's eyes lit up at the thought of making a GOP convert. "Alright, You can stay."

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

Evie was pleased how well things went with Donnie the first few days. She made the black teen listen to Rush Limbaugh when they drove to the supermarket and he seemed to agree with her comments while watching fox news every night. He mowed the lawn, helped her with dishes and seemed to get along with the children. Her only complaint was that he never shut the bathroom door when using the toilet or showering. Evie had to walk past the bathroom to get anywhere in the house and she would always avert her eyes and shut the door for him lest she accidentally view him naked.

After Donnie had been with her four days, Evie came home from running errands and bumped into Melissa leaving her house. Her friend looked disheveled and tired, but had a big grin on her face. "Melissa, what brings you here?" Evie kissed her friend on the cheek and patted the small bulge under Melissa's belly.

"I stopped by to see if you wanted to go shopping."

"I'd love to. We can buy some baby stuff for you."

"Well, I already went. I came by a couple hours ago. Donnie went with
me."

"Oh! Well what did you buy?"

"Ah nothing really. My heart wasn't in it without you there. Look, I gotta run. Maybe we can go shopping together soon. Bye." Melissa kissed Evie on the cheek and hurried to her car.

"Bye," called out Evie. She entered her house and said, "Looks like Donnie didn't buy anything either. She heard the shower running and shook her head when she saw he'd left the door open again. Odd time of the day for a shower, she thought. Melissa had looked sweaty too. Shopping must have been quite the workout for them. Donnie's bedroom door was open. She didn't see any shopping bags and frowned when she saw the state of disarray his sheets were in. He usually made the bed every morning. His clothes were spread about the floor. She was ready to go pull his bathroom door shut again when a loud grunt and bang erupted from the bathroom.

Evie ran to the bathroom. Donnie was spread eagled on the floor, his back propped up against the shower and his head hung over the tub. "Oh Jesus!" she cried. Her mind registered what appeared to be a huge appendage between his legs, but she was too worried about him. "Donald, Donnie, are you alright?" she asked stepping over one leg.

Donnie opened his eyes and shook his head. "Wh... what happened?"

"Looks like you fell." Evie kneeled beside him. She cupped his head. "I don't feel a bump." She reached around him with her other hand and turned off the water.

"I'm ok. Just stunned. How's the rest of me look?"

Evie looked down his body. He had a tall, lean build, but was incredibly
muscular. Every muscle was well defined on his hard chest and stomach. His body glistened with water from the shower. Despite being a bit thuggish, Donnie was quite the hunk. When her eyes found their way between his legs, she couldn't take her eyes away from his large penis. It dwarfed her husband's smallish penis by more then half. Donnie's penis was freakishly big, nearly a foot long, snaking along her tiled floor. It was thick too and the knobby end was fat with a huge flair along the helmet. Two testicles sized to go with the large phallus
were splayed along her floor also. "The rest of you looks fine," she answered. "Let me help you up."

"Ok." Donnie held his arm out and she put it around her shoulder. He struggled to his feet. "Dizzy!"

Evie caught him as he turned into her. His wet body crushed her within his arms in a tight bear hug as he pressed into her. "Donnie, you alright?" She could feel his massive genitals pressed into her belly. It even seemed to twitch and swell a little.

"Fine. Just get me to my room."

Evie pulled back and helped a struggling Donnie to her guest room. She laid him down on the bed and he rested back against the pillow. The monster between his legs had indeed swollen a little. It no longer rested against the mattress, but hovered above it, struggling to rise higher. She pulled the covers over it. "Let me get you an ice pack."

Evie hurried to the kitchen to get the poor teen some ice. Her mind kept
bringing up the image of his huge penis. It was an inappropriate image to dwell on, so she tired to suppress the image, but feared the picture was burned in her brain forever. "Poor boy," she mumbled, thinking that no woman could ever handle such a monster.

Evie returned to the bedroom holding some ice wrapped in a washcloth. The bedspread had been pulled down again and Evie gasped to see his penis again. This time fully erect! There was no denying it's immense size. It was clearly a foot long topped by a bulbous, fat, mushroom capped head. "Sorry," said Donnie, "my cock gets like this all the time." He grabbed the base and lifted it, so that the magnificent shaft pointed straight in the air. "I can't control it."

"I know how boys are," she replied wondering if her husband's penis had ever gotten this hard. Eddie never got fully erect and Evie usually had to squeeze it to make it hard enough to enter her. "And please Donald, don't use crude slang in my house."

"What do you mean, Miss Evie?" Donnie held the ice pack to his head.

"Your thingy is a penis, not a... a cock." Evie reached for the covers, her hand paused a foot from where he was still holding the huge penis straight up. Evie was struck by a strong impulse to grasp the monster. These impulses had plagued her as a young woman. Once her husband, had been sitting on the bed while she pulled his pants off. As his semi-erect penis sprang free, she'd given into an impulse to kiss it. Eddie had gasped, but pulled her mouth quickly away and refused to kiss her the rest of the night. Their method of birth control was the rhythm method. She'd given in to another impulse soon after marriage, wrapping
her legs tight around her husband's waist attempting to pull him deeper inside her, preventing him from pulling out, and that was how Eddie Jr. had been born. Her second child was born from a similar impulse. Evie was astride Eddie grinding her crotch into his wishing he was harder and deeper. Just when it started to feel good, he bucked once, shooting his seed in her.

Before she could control herself, she gave in to the impulse again. Her hand moved the foot to his shaft and grabbed it by the base as Donnie released it from his grip. Evie was now holding a fully erect black penis. It was impossibly big, impossibly hard. It was like holding a big magnum flashlight. Her impulse screamed at her to stroke the thick shaft. Donnie stared at her expectantly. Evie reached out with her other hand and grabbed the bedspread, fighting the impulse. As she pulled the cover over his penis creating a pyramid under the bedspread, She pulled his penis down and gave in to the impulse. Her hand moved up from the base, sliding over thick, pulsing veins. The shaft widened as her
hand approached the head, then her hand caught on the huge flair. She widened her grip and grasped the head feeling something squirt in her palm as she released it. "You just keep that big thing covered up, ok?" she said awkwardly.

"Of course, Miss Evie."

"How's your head? Still dizzy?"

"No I feel much better, thanks."

"Good. Rest up until dinner and I'll see you then." A flushed Evie quickly left the room. She became aware that her breasts were aching. Her nipples were hard, clearly visible through her blouse and bra,
and they were painfully rubbing against the material. Her nipples were big, sensitive, and a continual source of embarrassment for her. God had given her a body made for sin and her impulses were a test of her faith.

The bedsprings started squeaking in Donnie's room and she could hear him
grunting. Asleep already, she thought and having a nightmare. The noise didn't stop until fifteen or twenty minutes later.

Evie ordered Donnie to rest up and go to bed early right after dinner. She put the children to bed and read them a story before turning the lights out.

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

Evie moved her arms, her body gliding sleekly through the water. It was her habit to swim laps every morning to keep fit. She was one of those people gifted with good genes, but she had gained a few pounds after having her children. The extra weight was gone around her stomach and ass now, but lingered in her breasts. Always a big C-cup, she now wore a double D sized bra. They showed no sign of ever shrinking back to
normal.

Evie climbed from the pool and wrapped a towel around her hair. She was wearing her two piece swimsuit. It wasn't a bikini. The panties came to her belly button. The top was more like a sports bra. She wore this suit at home for swimming and tanning. She had a one piece suit she kept at the gym, wearing it for vacations or using the gym pool with Kim and Melissa. She did have a bikini, but had only worn it once five years ago for Eddie. He loved it, but ordered her to throw the thing away. It was buried under her shoes in the closet.

Evie's body dripped water to the cement around the pool. She was tall at 5'11", taller then her husband. She had long shapely legs, tanned and fit with a long torso. Her rear end was firm and well rounded. It filled out any type of pants she wore especially jeans. Her waist was tapered and lean giving her an almost Barbie dollish figure. Her hair was a thick, lustrous, raven-black. It was curly and hung down to her collar bones, but she wore it up when in public. Wayward strands of hair often fell across her piercing dark eyes or curled across her cheeks towards her mouth. Except for her legs and arms, her skin was a very pale
white with few blemishes. Her white complexion contrasted with her dark black hair, but looked stunning. She wore no nail polish or other adornment save her wedding ring. Men stared at her. Six years of marriage and she still caught Eddie staring at her. Kim and Melissa's husbands stared at her. Men at the gym stared at her and most had hit on her until they realized, she was married and uninterested.

Evie didn't need her large bosom to attract male attention, but her breasts made things worse. They were amazingly firm for their size only sagging a little after having her second child. Her nipples had once proudly jutted upwards, but now pointed straight out. Her areola were slightly larger then the diameter of a soda can. The nipple itself, the diameter of a dime and nearly half an inch long. Her nipples hardened easily. They grew swollen rubbing against her bra, from a slight chill swimming in the pool, from the hot water of a shower striking them, from the lingering glance of a stranger. Worse, it wasn't just her nipple that hardened, her entire areola puffed up. The outline clearly visible through her clothes. Sweaters hid her nipples, but in Mississippi, it rarely grew cold enough for sweaters. Her nipples were also overly
sexually sensitive. Evie had only orgasmed several times with Eddie. Both occurred when she was astride her husband, grinding her crotch into his while squeezing her nipples between her fingers.

This was the body Donnie was staring at through the bedroom window. Evie saw him staring and pulled the towel off her hair to cover her body. She waved and he waved back.

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

Donnie went to do his laundry and saw Evie's two piece bathing suit lying out still wet. He picked it up and sniffed the crotch. It smelled of chlorine, disappointing him.

"Donnie, want some lunch?"

Donnie jumped when he heard Evie's voice. He panicked and wadded up her two piece, shoving it under a pile of clothes.

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

Today was yard work day and it was hot. Evie had sent the children off to Melissa's so that she could have the entire afternoon free. Evie was taking care of the garden and planting flowers while Donnie trimmed the hedges and mowed the lawn. It was sweltering days like today that made her thankful to have Donnie around for help.

Donnie was wearing jeans without a shirt and reflective shades hid his eyes. His chest glistened with sweat. Evie was wearing a tank top and shorts. The sweat made her top cling to her body. Her knees were dirty and stained green from kneeling in the grass.

"I've had enough," she called to Donnie. "It's too darn hot. What say we take a dip in the pool?"

"Sounds good, Miss Evie, but I can't swim."

"It's not that deep. You're so tall, I doubt if there is a spot where your head would be underwater. I'll give you some pointers on swimming."

"I don't have a suit. Can I go in my underwear?"

"I guess that's fine. I'll go change." Evie walked inside her house, but
couldn't find her bathing suit in the laundry. "Odd," she murmured. She checked the bureau thinking she had washed it and the bathroom where she had changed. Finally she gave up and walked back out to the pool. Donnie was standing by the water in only a pair of tight white briefs. His huge penis filled the front of his briefs so that they looked about to bust open. Evie couldn't help staring at it. "Donald, you haven’t seen my bathing suit have you?"

"No, Miss Evie." Donnie cursed himself for not putting her suit back where it belonged. He really wanted to be out here with her.

"I guess no pool then." The gym was too far away to get her spare suit.

Donnie knew this was a long shot, but went for it anyway. "Why don't you go in your underwear like me?"

"I can't do that." Evie mulled it over. Her underwear was plain white cotton. It would be see through when wet. "I do have another suit, but I can't wear it."

"Why not?"

"It isn't appropriate and you might find it offensive."

"I doubt that. I was really looking forward to trying out a pool for the first time. The last water I was in was the cesspool around New Orleans. Please, Miss Evie."

Evie found it hard to say no to Donnie when he brought up Katrina. "Alright, provided I can even find the suit. It's just something I thought my husband would enjoy seeing me in. Please don't be offended."

Donnie frowned as she reentered the house. He lowered himself into the water,
sighing a the cool water enveloped his sweaty body. Evie was right, he could touch the bottom easily. He leaned against the side of the pool and crossed his arms waiting for Evie to return.

Evie came out of the house twenty minutes later. Even for someone so white she looked pale and shaky. She was wearing a robe, tightly belted and her hands were holding it closed. "I changed my mind. We'll do this another day."

"It's supposed to rain the next few days, Miss Evie. Why can't we go for a swim?"

"Oh alright! Just don't watch me get in the pool." She unbelted the robe, but held it tight. "Are your eyes closed?"

"Yes ma'am," lied Donnie. They were wide open under his sunglasses.

"No peeking until I say so." Evie gulped and dropped the robe."

Donnie's dick immediately puffed up despite the cold water. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done to keep his face expressionless.

The beautiful conservative woman had turned into a slutty whore. Donnie had seen her big nipples all puffy before, you really couldn’t miss them, but the suit barely covered her areola. Granted they were saucer sized, but that still left a lot of breast straining at the material. He got the impression she'd bought the suit before the babies were born because it was clearly sized for smaller tits. Other then the patches
around her nipples, the rest of the top was just string tied around her back and neck. Her long torso was bare, her rib cage showing above a flat sexy belly. The bottom was low cut, leaving a large patch of skin that bulged slightly under her navel. The material covering her pussy was sparse and Donnie got the impression she'd hastily shaved the pubic hair around the material.

The material was bright and looked brand new. It was red with blue bars crossing the bikini top, White stars filled the blue bars.. The bottoms were red with blue stars. He saw what had concerned her. The bikini was patterned after the Confederate battle flag!

Evie hastily turned and lowered herself into the pool. The suit was a thong and Donnie got the perfect view of what so many men had stared at, but only her husband had seen. A perfect smooth round ass disappeared under the water.

"You can open your eyes now." Evie swam towards him letting the cool water soothe her overheated body. "Oh this feels good. Good idea,
Donald."

"It is nice. Nice suit." Donnie stared at her body under the rippling
water.

Evie flushed. "It's too small. That's why I wouldn't let you look. It was a gag gift I bought my husband."

"I bet he loved it."

"Not really. He thought it was too revealing and ordered me to throw it
away."

"But you kept it?"

"Yes. I'm not sure why. I guess I planned on sunbathing in it when I was alone, but I never got around to it." Evie shrugged and the tops of her breasts appeared above water. "So, want a lesson?"

"Sure."

"First, lets start with floating."

Donnie followed Evie's instructions. He kicked his legs and waved his arms to keep his head above water. When Evie approached closer, he pretended to go under. Scared and sputtering, he grabbed Evie's waist and pulled her into his arms. Her breasts mashed into his chest. Donnie's crotch pushed into her abdomen. Evie gasped and tried to pull away. "Don't let go," pleaded Donnie.

"Relax." Evie felt flustered being held in such strong arms. She hadn't thrown the suit away because it had made her feel slutty and she liked the feeling. She felt slutty now from their two half naked bodies embracing. The thing he had crudely referred to as his cock shifted and swelled. I'm causing that, she thought. It's my body making that big cock harden. I have power over this teenage black boy. Warmth spread between her legs. Stop this, Evie, she ordered herself. "Put your
legs down. You can stand here. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Donnie released her. "Sorry."

"Lets try floating on your back. Turn away from me. Now fall back and I'll catch you." Evie caught Donnie as he obeyed her. "Take a deep breath of air in your lungs and I'll hold you as you float on your back." Evie gasped as Donnie's crotch rose above the water. Wet, his briefs showed the outline of that big monster he called a cock. Evie stared at it as she held his back. His underwear looked like
it could burst if his cock grew any larger. "Ok, flip over."

"You sure?"

"Lets try it. Hold your head up to breathe. We'll try the doggy paddle." Donnie rolled over on his stomach. Evie moved her hands to hold him. One hand held his chest, but her other hand missed his stomach and grabbed the tip of his crotch. The massive bulge cupped right in her hand. Evie panicked and yanked her hand off it. Donnie sputtered as his body submerged.

Donnie twisted himself and reached out for Evie again. His left hand landed right on her back. His right hand on the back of her neck. He pulled her tight, fingers fumbling for the strings of her bikini. He tried to look scared to death.

"Donald relax, it's fine. Put your feet down." Evie pushed him back. His eyes were staring at her chest. She didn't need to look down to know that her nipples were embarrassingly swollen again. Her nipples would be hard, throbbing points, the circles’ swollen with goose bumps from being wet with the warm breeze caressing them. Donnie kept staring until she did look down. Evie screamed when she saw her bare breasts. She dropped, submerging her entire body under water. Just her head raised above the water when she came up for air. Her arms were squeezing her big breasts tightly, to cover them. Her breasts were wet and kept slipping out from under her arms, forcing her to keep moving her arms to contain them "Donald, my bikini top seems to have come undone. Do you see it anywhere?"

"There over in the shallow section, Miss Evie."

How did it get way over there, thought Evie. She swam across the pool. This was the kiddie end of the pool and soon she was crawling towards the floating bikini top.

Donnie watched as her body emerged from the water. Her wet dripping ass appeared like the perfect round white globe of the moon rising over the ocean. The side of a breast appeared, the nippled tip still hanging into the pool. Evie grabbed her top, but fumbled with the strings trying to get it on. She gave up and held the material over her breasts. "Donald, close your eyes. I'm getting my robe."

"I thought we were going to do it doggy style?"

"We're done for the day. We'll practice swimming again when I find my normal bathing suit."

Donnie had lost his sunglasses floundering in the water. He closed his eyes, but peeked as she raced for her robe. He watched Evie wrap the robe around herself, then disappear into the house. He looked around until he saw his sunglasses underwater. Donnie dove under water and did a quick handstand as he grabbed his shades. Holding his breath, he swam for the nearest ladder to retrieve his own clothes.

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

"You want me to search his room for drugs? I don't think he's using, Pastor, but I'll look around. I'll call you back and let you know what I find." Evie hung up the phone. Pastor Le Roi was concerned that Donnie might be back on drugs when she told him about Donnie's dizzy spell in the shower.

Donnie had gone out. Oddly, her friend Kim had offered to drive him around. Evie decided it was safe to snoop around. His room was messy. Donald wasn't too concerned with picking up after himself. Dirty clothes and underwear was scattered around the floor. The bed wasn't made. Donnie didn't really have all that many clothes or other items with him, so the room wasn't cluttered. The only thing suspicious was a box under the bed.

Evie pulled the box out dreading what she might find. The contents of the box disgusted her, but she was relieved it wasn't drugs. The box was full of vile pornography. She pulled the half dozen magazines out of the box. "Why on earth did god give black men such big penises?" she asked. Cover after cover showed a big, hard black cock resting on the face or oversized breasts of a white woman. Evie flipped through the magazines. The format was the same. There was a black man and a white woman, several shots of her sucking his large penis, several scenes of him penetrating her in various positions, and a few final shots of the
slick, engorged penis ejaculating semen on the woman's face or breasts.

One magazine was different. It contained all stories. One was about a wife posing for a black photographer. He fed her glass after glass of wine between shots as she wore less and less clothing. Her skirt and blouse disappeared until she wore her bra and panties, then just the panties, then nude. The photographer took pictures of her playing with herself. He took his penis out. His cock was the biggest, blackest thing, the white wife had ever seen. "I have to taste it," she cried. Later, "Fuck me with that big black cock."

Evie was shaky as she put the magazine down. Her nipples were swollen and there was a strange fluttering in her abdomen. That story had been hot! She opened one of the magazines. An attractive teenage girl in a bikini was staring at the huge black cock of a lifeguard. Next she sucked the monster cock as the bikini disappeared. The man penetrated her on a beach blanket. "Fuck me with that big black cock," muttered Evie. Flustered, she shoved the porn away.

Evie was horny and wished Eddie wasn't out of town. She wanted sex, but couldn't even picture her husband's little five inch penis in her mind. All she could see were big black cocks and Donnie was bigger then the men in his magazines. Evie didn't masturbate, so she took a cold shower to cool herself off.

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

Donnie wasn't around the next day and Evie found herself bored during the children's nap time. She entered Donnie's room and pulled out the box of porn. This filth had probably corrupted the poor boy. She should have confronted him and thrown it out. She retrieved the magazine with the stories and leaned against the bed as she read one.

"I'm gonna integrate yo ass, bitch," said the black student to his teacher.

"Fill me up with that black cock," moaned the business woman as she fucked the janitor.

"I love your black cock up my ass," screamed the white wife to the
gardener.

So went story after story.

Evie was shaking as she put the magazine away. Her nipples scraped her bra. It was damp between her thighs. She checked her watch and was surprised to see that over an hour had passed since she started reading. The magazines shifted as she pushed the box and she noticed a case underneath the porn. Worried it might be drugs, she pulled it out and found it contained a DVD. Evie was curious, but replaced the DVD. She needed another cold shower.

Evie was still in her robe after showering when her curiosity got the better of her. She quickly retrieved the DVD from Donnie's room and took it to her bedroom. She inserted it in the player and sat down cross-legged on the bed. Evie hit play on the remote.

A pretty blonde cheerleader made her way through a locker room. The music and picture quality led Evie to believe that the movie didn't have a very large budget. The cheerleader stripped off her outfit. Her breasts were large and high on her chest. Her pubic hair was shaved. Nude, she walked into the shower room and turned the water on. She spent a lot of time running the soap over her breasts and between her legs. Disgusted, Evie was about to stop the movie when the perspective
changed.

The camera moved as if it was watching the showering young woman. She looked up startled at the camera. She covered her breasts and pelvis. "Coach Black, what are you doing?" "I thought I'd join you," said a deep voice, "and call me Dick." The cheerleader looked horrified. "Coach Black...Dick, this isn't appropriate..." She gasped, "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen." Her look of horror turned to lust and she fell to her knees as a handsome black man stepped into the camera's view.

"Sweet Jesus, a porno," gasped Evie as she watched the now wanton cheerleader take the Coach's huge black cock in her mouth. The remote sat right beside her on the bed, but she couldn't bring herself to turn the movie off. Instead Evie laid back on the pillow to watch the screen. Her robe fell open as she shifted. Evie was still horny from the stories she'd read earlier and the movie was only making her condition worse. One hand found her nipple as she watched the cheerleader suck the coach's monster cock. Evie's vagina was soaked by the time
the Coach pushed his big black cock inside the cheerleader.

Without thinking, Evie's hand went between her legs to stop the flow, but she hadn't grabbed a tissue. She gasped as her fingers touched her wet labia. "Fuck me. Fuck me," moaned the woman on screen. The television view was between Evie's legs. She couldn't she the cheerleader, but the muscular black coach was visible almost like he was fucking Evie. "Fuck me," screamed Evie as she plunged two fingers deep in her pussy. The orgasm came quickly and caught Evie off guard.
Her hips bucked up as the orgasm ripped through her body.

"Wow!" exclaimed Evie as she came down from her orgasmic high. It felt so good to cum. She hadn't orgasmed in years and this was the biggest ever. She sat up as she heard a noise downstairs. "Crap. Donnie's home." Evie quickly belted her robe around her.

Luckily, Donnie headed straight to the shower. "Fuck! The DVD!" said Evie suddenly. Her hand flew over her mouth. I've got to watch my language, she thought. Evie snuck the DVD past the bathroom. Donnie had once more forgotten to shut the door completely. Evie couldn't help sneaking a peak in, but the shower curtain was closed. She entered his room and tossed the DVD on the porn magazines and pushed the box back under the bed.

Evie was about to make her escape when she heard the bathroom door squeak. The young housewife panicked not wanting to be caught in Donnie's room. She ducked inside the closet just as the bedroom door opened and Donnie strolled in with a towel wrapped around his waist. Evie knocked some coat hangers making some noise. She froze as did Donnie, but he must have assumed it was nothing. Idiot, she thought, why didn't you just tell him you were collecting clothes for the laundry? Evie was distracted when Donnie dropped his towel.

What a monster, she thought while staring at his dangling cock. He's as big as any of the black men in the magazines. His cock looks like a freaking hammer, the head is so big. Was that why they called him Fireplug?

Evie gasped when Donnie reached down and squeezed his cock. The massive black snake swelled and hardened as he tugged on it. Donnie sat on his bed and took some lotion out of the nightstand. Disgusting, he's going to masturbate, thought Evie, forgetting that she had masturbated less then an hour ago. She couldn't take her eyes off the scene, however.

Donnie squirted a large amount of lotion in his hand and laid back on the bed. He held his huge foot long black cock straight up as he liberally coated the shaft and head until it glistened in the light. He closed his eyes as his hand glided up and down the shaft. It didn't look so huge in his beefy hand, but every so often, he'd pause and remove his hand. His cock would be bigger and harder then ever. The head looked like a swollen black plum leaking juice from the top.

"Suck that big cock," he moaned loudly. Evie rolled her eyes, wetting her lips as she did so. "You ever been fucked by a black dick like mine?" Evie wondered who he was thinking about. "I bet hubby's little prick ain’t half as big as mine. Come on and ride my big black cock." Whoever he was thinking of was married. "I wanna suck them big tits, mama. Take that Confederate bikini off." Evie jumped, clanging some hangers again. He was fantasizing about her! "Come on Miss Evie
try some black cock. Fuck my big black cock." Evie wasn't disgusted, instead her body shivered as she imagined herself sitting on Donnie's crotch. "Take my seed, you hot bitch." Cum erupted from Donnie's cock. Semen flew up at least a foot, falling to cover the big head with white sperm. More cum flowed from the fat cock head, striking Donnie's stomach and coating the entire cock shaft. Evie couldn't believe the amount he had cum, but then his balls were sized to match his big cock.

Donnie milked the last bit of seed out of his shaft and climbed off the bed. He left the room for the bathroom. Evie opened the closet doors and found herself staring at her own reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall. She looked like a wanton slut. Her robe had fallen open. Her annoying nipples were at their puffiest. She could even see her engorged clitoris between her legs. She pulled her robe tightly shut to hide her sinful body from her eyes and crept out of the bedroom. She failed to see a leering Donnie, lean out of the bathroom staring at her back as she snuck past.

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

Evie avoided Donnie the next day as much as she could. She spent time with the kids while Donnie did some yard work. He tried to get her to join him in the pool, but she declined. Later, much to her relief, Donnie went out. Evie was lonely and called Melissa, but she was out
also.

She found herself sitting on Donnie's floor reading more dirty stories when she heard him come home. Evie hid, but he never came upstairs.

Curious, Evie left her room and went to find Donnie. He was crumbled on the floor and it didn't look like he was breathing. "Oh my god, Donald!" cried Evie running over to him. He was breathing and had a pulse. She could smell alcohol on his breath and he stirred when she shook him. "Lets get you back to your room."

Donnie leaned on her heavily as they negotiated their way up the stairs. Evie was gasping for air by the time she got him next to the bed. Donnie suddenly came alive and took Evie into his arms. She squirmed as his lips crushed into hers and his probing tongue pushed into her mouth. They fell onto the bed with Donnie on top and Evie's legs spreading around his waist. The massive cock in his pants grew as he ground his crotch against hers. "No, Donald," growled Evie pushing against him.

"Miss Evie?" said Donald opening his heavily lidded eyes. "What is yoush doing in my room?" His words were slurred.

"Just get off me." He rolled off her and was almost instantly asleep.
Evie jumped off the bed and fled the room. She grabbed the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Pastor Le roi. This is Evie... Yes, I'm fine thanks, but I'm worried about Donald. He came home drunk tonight and acting strange. No, I didn't find any drugs in his room. Search his person? Yes, I suppose he could be hiding them on his person. I'll see what I can do. Thanks Pastor. Sorry to bother you so late."

Evie replaced the phone and climbed the stairs. She entered Donnie's room. He was still asleep, lying on his back. Evie untied and removed his shoes. She shook them to make sure they were empty. She found that his socks were empty to, when she pulled them off. His shirt didn't have pockets, but she unbuttoned it and pulled it open to give him some air. Evie stared at his hard black muscular chest. Her hands shook as she undid his belt. He stirred when she pulled the belt through his jeans. Evie undid his jeans and pulled his zipper down. She knew that millimeters from her fingertips was the giant black cock that she had
watched him jerk off yesterday. She could see it was still swollen as she spread his jeans open. His white briefs strained with his package. Unzipped, she had easier access to his pockets. They contained nothing more then his wallet and an aspirin bottle. The wallet held some money, but no drugs. Her eyes were about to fall on his driver's license which would have told her that he wasn't from New Orleans but from a town just seven miles away, when Donnie said, "Are you robbing me, Miss Evie?"

Evie stood up straight and flushed red as Donnie sat up. "No, Donald. If you must know, I'm searching for drugs. I'm worried about you. So is Pastor Le Roi"

"I don't have any drugs. I just drank too much tonight."

"You're underage, Donald."

"I know, but the booze helps me meet women. I'm so lonely. I haven't seen my girlfriend since Katrina. I don't even know if she’s alive."

"Oh!" Tears welled up in Evie's eyes. "I didn't know."

"I appreciate both you and Leroy's...Le Roi's concern. Go ahead and search me." Donnie pulled his shirt off as he stood up.

"I'm satisfied you don't have any."

"Drug addicts can't be trusted, Miss Evie. You must search me completely. Sit on the bed and pull my pants down."

"Very well." Evie sat before Donald. She grabbed the flaps of his jeans and struggled to pull them over his hips. He stepped out of his pants and stood before her clad in only his underwear. His crotch bulged out obscenely and she could see the shaft twitch underneath the material. "I'm satisfied."

"No. You must be thorough. Pull my underwear down."

Evie gulped, but grabbed the band of his underwear and yanked it down. She had barely known this black stranger a week and had already seen his penis three times. It was swollen and sticking out, angled slightly down. Already a monster, but not even fully grown. "There, no drugs."

"Check under my cock and balls."

Evie tried to bend to see under his shaft, but couldn't. She reached out and lifted the big hose up. She didn't have to hold it upwards long, almost immediately it stayed up by itself, but she didn't let go. She hefted his big balls with her free hand, Each testicle was much bigger then her husband's entire scrotum. There were no bags of drugs or anything hidden in his crotch. "Nothing. I'm satisfied you haven't been using. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Donnie." She released his shaft.

"Well I'm not satisfied. Look what you did to my cock."

"What?"

"You made it like that." Donnie bent and grabbed her arm. He brought her hand back over to his shaft. She grabbed it again. You need to take care of it for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Jerk me off."

"Why don't you jerk yourself off?"

"I don't do that. Besides, this is all your fault. You need to finish what you started."

Liar, she thought, but she couldn't admit to watching him masturbate.

"It's the only way I'll forgive you."

"Very well. What do I do?"

Donnie bent over towards his night stand and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He tossed it to her. "Use this."

Evie knew this was wrong, but truthfully, she was thrilled. Her body was already reacting. She could feel her nipples pushing out her bra. She took her time coating the shaft with Vaseline. She examined every square inch of Donnie's cock, the bumps, ridges, veins, the flared glands, and even the pee slit which was as wide as her fingernail.

The cock was a rampant, hard, glistening black shaft by the time she finished coating it. She grasped it tightly and let her hand glide up to the head. She moved her hand down and began stroking his shaft. The knob was so flared, it caught her hand and she had to loosen her grip to cover the head. Evie brought her other hand up and rubbed just the head while her second hand stroked the shaft. Donnie seemed to like her playing with the head.

Evie caught herself grinning. She frowned, then tried to make her expression impassive. She shouldn't be doing this. But then, it wasn't really all that bad. It wasn't cheating, just inappropriate. "Is this ok?" she asked.

"Grip it a little tighter and stroke faster. Yeah baby, like that. You're a natural. It's like you were born with a black cock in your hand."

Evie giggled like a little girl. "This feels so weird. Warn me when you're close." She remembered the geyser that erupted from the head when she watched him jerk off.

"I will. If you want to speed things up, talk to me. Describe what you're doing to me. Talk dirty."

Evie wasn't so sure she wanted to speed things up. She wouldn't be doing this again and wanted it to last. She also knew what he was asking. He wanted her to talk like the sluts in the DVD or in the dirty stories. "I'm stroking the biggest, blackest cock I've ever seen," she said, feeling rewarded when Donnie groaned. "I didn't know cocks got this big."

"You are a natural. You like that black cock dontcha?"

"I love your big cock, Donnie." Evie felt dirty and slutty. She grinned,
annoying herself. "I can't get over how much bigger it is then my husband's. I wish he had a cock like this." Ouch, she shouldn't have said that. Donnie's cock seemed to swell at her comments. She watched the big knobby head harden right before her eyes.

"That's cause your holding a real man's cock, not some little white worm."

"No," cried Evie, shaking her head with false denial.

"Yes bitch, a superior man's cock, a black man‘s cock. Suck it. Show that black cock what a white slut can do. SUCK IT!"

Evie's mouth was wrapped around the huge head before she knew what she was doing. She felt compelled to obey him...this superior man. She came to her senses and pulled back just as cum filled her mouth. She gulped automatically tasting a man's seed for the first time. Evie was surprised at his sperm's heat as more filled her mouth. Evie pulled back until the cock plopped out of her mouth. It spit at her, sperm coating her lips and cheek. More sperm shot out, dripping off her chin and staining her blouse. More sperm shot out, into her mouth as she wrapped her lips back around it. Swallowing was less messy. More sperm shot out as she swallowed. More sperm shot out and then some more and more after that. Evie struggled to keep up with the flow until it slackened off to a trickle.

"Thanks Miss Evie. I needed that."

Evie looked up at his muscular body as Donnie turned into a polite young man again. Her lips were still pierced around his pee-slit and her hand was jerking his shaft, milking it for more sperm. She swallowed every pearly drop that came out. His cock was still mostly hard when she released it. "I need to go get cleaned up before the kids get home." Evie fled the room and headed for her shower.

The conversation at dinner was muted. Only Donnie seemed cheerful and did most of the talking. Evie put the children down for the night and came downstairs. She found Donnie outside in the swimming pool. "You're getting good," she said, watching him swim a little. "I feel dirty, Donald."

"Thanks alot."

"No, I mean guilty. You're a perfectly nice boy, but I'm a happily married woman. I don't know what came over me."

"Why don't you join me. The water feels great. It'll help relax you."

"Alright. I'll go change." Evie retrieved her "stars and bars" bikini from her room and quickly changed into it. She didn't bother putting a robe on. She was becoming less self-conscious about her body and had already decided to purchase a more modest bikini to wear in public. The image of Donnie jerking off on his bed flashed into her mind. He liked this bikini.

Donnie watched her come out of the house and slip into the pool. "What happened today can never happen again."

"I was hoping you'd do it a couple times a day for me."

"I'm serious. I may have to find you another place to stay."

"What's wrong with just having some fun?" Donnie swam towards her. "We're not cheating."

"It's wrong."

"Why?" Donnie was standing before her now.

"It just is," said Evie as Donnie grabbed her wrist under water. Her brought it down to his crotch. "You're hard," she asked, as her fingers closed around his erect shaft. "And your not wearing a suit."

"Nope. I want you to jerk me off again."

"I can't. It's wrong."

"Why? You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. You’re doing it now."

Evie froze. He had released her wrist and she was slowly stroking his shaft underwater. "This ends now." Evie let go of his shaft. She moved over to the side and lifted herself out.

Donnie's muscular arms effortlessly lifted him out of the pool. She was still sitting as he stood before her. His monster cock was pointing at her face. She couldn‘t take her eyes off of it. "Jerk me off," he ordered.

Evie's hand went back up to it. "Just once more. After tonight, it ends."

"Suck it for me. Put it back in your mouth. Let me feel those white lips wrapped around my black cock."

Evie opened her mouth, then caught herself. Why did she want to obey him? "No, that's too personal."

"How about, I titty fuck you then?"

"What's that?"

"I slide my cock between your tits to get off. You wouldn't have to do anything but lie there. Less to feel guilty about."

"Hmmm, ok."

"Lie down on your back." Donnie retrieved a bottle of suntan lotion from a nearby lounge chair. He kneeled beside her. His hand went out for the string holding her little panties on.

"No. Leave them on. That is for my husband only"

Donnie nodded. He straddled her stomach and reached out for the string behind her neck. He pulled the knot untied. He pulled her top off and tossed it aside. He stared at her breasts for almost a full minute. "Dems the nicest titties I ever saw."

"Ah...thanks." Evie could see her nipples were at their full puffiness.
Embarrassing to her, but they drove men crazy. She watched as Donnie emptied lotion along his huge black shaft like a hotdog vendor would cover a foot long with mustard. Donnie nestled his cock between her breasts then squeezed them together. He bucked his hips, sliding his cock back and forth. Evie bowed her chin, partly to watch this strange scene, partly because his hard cock head kept banging the bottom of her chin. Now whenever her pushed his cock through, the head brushed her lips. She could smell the coconut lotion coating it.

Donnie wasn't one for playing fair. Her adjusted his hold on her breasts so that his thumb and forefinger could tease her nipples. Evie moaned when Donnie squeezed both her nipples. He flicked them, he tugged on them, he twirled them between his fingers, gently tugging on them like he was milking or jerking them off.

Evie arched her back and moaned. She spread her legs, wishing she could get her fingers down to her crotch. Her nipples were ultra sensitive and driving her crazy. Evie opened her mouth and licked his cock head the next time he thrust forward. She was losing control. She wanted a big hard cock between her legs. She wanted to rip her bikini bottoms off and bury two fingers deep in her wet pussy. Donnie stopped and held
his cock forwards so that she could lick and kiss all over the head before starting his thrusts again. She wanted to slide her finger along her labia. She wanted to tease her clit. She wanted Donnie's big black cock in her pussy. Evie's whole body jerked as she came. The orgasm was huge. Her eyes flew open in shock and then closed again as a wave of sperm covered them.

Donnie released her breasts and aimed his cock head at her mouth. Once again, Evie found herself swallowing mouthfuls of cum. Her hand found his shaft and jerked it, trying to get every last drop inside her mouth. Give your slut your sperm, she thought.

Donnie climbed off her. "That was great. I'm hitting the sack. See you in the morning." Nude, he walked inside her house. Donnie grabbed the phone and called Kim. "I need you to take her brats tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm gonna fuck her." He hung up.

Evie laid on her back on the cement around the pool. Her face from her lips to her forehead had a thick covering of sperm on it. She brushed some of his cum with her finger towards and into her mouth. She couldn't believe she'd cum that hard without even touching her pussy. Donnie was wrong about titty fucking, she certainly didn't feel less guilty now then she had earlier.

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

Evie awoke with a start. Donnie was standing over her with a tray in his hands. "I thought you'd like some breakfast."

"How nice." She held the covers tight to her nude body. Donnie was only wearing form fitting boxers that left little doubt over the size of his manhood. "What about the kids?"

"Kim and Melissa came and got them. They wanted to take them to the zoo. I didn't think you would mind."

"Not at all. There's plenty of housework I could be doing."

"I thought we might go swimming again."

"A morning swim would be nice. One condition though."

"What's that?"

"You wear a suit this time."

"Of course."

"No more messing around."

"But I thought you liked it."

"No... Not the leas... I liked it, alright. I liked it too much. I hope you understand."

"Oh, I understand. You've never been with a real man. You find it hard to resist my big cock.

"Yes... I mean no. It's just wrong, that's all."

"You're right. Just try to control yourself around me."

Evie gritted her teeth as Donnie winked and left her bedroom. Like this was all her fault? Like she was the one who couldn't control herself? She glanced under the covers and was disgusted to see her body had responded to his presence. Her nipples were at their puffy hardest.

Donnie smirked as he hopped down the stairs. The poor woman wouldn't know what hit her when the ecstasy he'd dissolved in her morning tea kicked in. He'd taken a hit himself. When he entered the kitchen to
finish his own breakfast, he also tossed the little blue pill in his mouth and chased it with some orange juice. He'd wait until he heard the shower to set the video camera up in her room.

Donnie was already in the pool when Evie exited the house. She'd taken awhile to get ready. She'd found dried flakes of semen on her face and took a shower to clean herself off better. She'd also made a better effort to find her modest two piece swimsuit, but it was still missing. She was forced to wear the confederate print bikini again. "I'm really impressed with how fast you took to swimming," she said, as he finished doing some laps.

"I'm really impressed too," he added, letting his eyes roam up and down her body.

Evie felt her nipples ache at his stare so she slipped quickly into the water. They swam for some time. Their conversation was decent and avoided sexual topics. Finally, Evie climbed out of the pool. "You got breakfast. I'll fix us some lunch." She turned to find Donnie had been staring at her ass. "You alright? You have a funny look on your face."

"I'm fine. Just go on in and I'll join you."

"You don't have a cramp, do you Donald? Let me look at it."

Donnie lifted himself up the side. Evie gasped to see his problem. His cock was at it's hardest. He was wearing the tight briefs from this morning. His swollen cock was extending well past the waist band. "My cock can't seem to control itself around you either, Miss Evie. God, it's so hard it hurts. You gotta take care of it for me."

Evie shivered, wanting to reach out for it. "Not this time Donald. Just calm down and try not to think about sex. Learn some self control." She turned her back on him and entered the house. She went to the kitchen to see about lunch.

Donnie waited a few minutes before entering the house. He came into the kitchen. "It's not working, Miss Evie." He pulled his briefs off and stood nude in front of her. "Ah, that's better," he cried, as his cock fell forwards to stick straight out.

Evie reached out and grabbed it, then pulled her hand back. "No, it'll go down on it's own. This bikini isn't helping is it? I'll go upstairs to change." Evie fled to her bedroom. She'd removed her top and was in the process of untying her bikini bottom when Donnie entered without knocking. "Donnie!" Evie held her arms across her breasts.

"I need to get off. Donnie stepped up to her and pulled her arm away from her tits. He brought her hand down to his cock again. This time she kept it there. "You gotta jerk me off again or let me fuck these big titties. He grabbed a breast and squeezed one swollen nipple. Evie shivered at his touch. Donnie moved his hand from her breast to her shoulder. He pushed her down.

Evie was panting as she fell to her knees before his mighty black cock. "Ok, I'll jerk you off, but this is the last time. Her hand was already sliding along his shaft. "I'll need some lotion."

"Use your spit," growled Donnie, pulling her head towards his cock. The tip pushed against her lips until she opened her mouth. "Licking it will make it slicker."

Evie kissed and licked around the head. She was getting used to this. Already, she was feeling less guilty about her husband. She stretched her jaw out to take the big head entirely in her mouth. It was a shame the glands were so flared or she would have tried taking his cock down her throat. She settled on sucking just the head while stroking the shaft towards her mouth.

"Oh that's it, Miss Evie suck that black cock." Donnie grabbed the back of her head to guide her along. "Lets move to the bed." Donnie inched over towards the bed and sat on the side. Evie crawled over to keep her head in his lap never pausing in her cock worship. "Climb on up," said Donnie, after letting her suck his cock for five more minutes or so.

Donnie laid back on her bed. His large muscular torso taking up most of the king-sized bed. Evie climbed up on the bed and resumed her place between his legs. "I wish I could give you a real blowjob," she stated before taking the head back in her mouth."

"I wish you could too." Donnie watched the beautiful wife and mom bobbing her head. Her raven dark tresses fell across her face. She had her eyes closed. "No, don't close your eyes. Look at me when you suck my cock. That's good. Stare at me. Feel my cock getting harder. Ugh yeah. You've been-uh-good to it, baby. Now it’s uh gonna be good to you. Here it cums."

Despite the warning, the blast caught Evie off guard. Donnie's hot seed filled her mouth and squirted out around his shaft. Evie gulped just as the second wad hit the back of her throat. She gulped his sperm down as fast as he pumped it out. When he was finished, she milked his shaft to make sure there was no more. "You sperm tastes so good. I could do this all day."

"Well, we got the rest of the month. I'll let you suck my cock everyday."

"Thank you. I'm going to brush my teeth." Evie went into the adjoining bathroom and cleaned up. "What am I doing?" she whispered, looking at herself in the mirror. "Is that really me? I'm sexy as hell." Evie was still wearing just the bikini bottoms. "No wonder he can't keep his cock down around me."

Donnie hadn't moved from the bed when Evie came out of the bathroom. "Look at this," he ordered holding his erect foot long cock straight up. "It's still hard."

"Wow! My neck is a little sore, but you can titty fuck me again." Evie climbed on the bed and kneeled between his legs.

"No, come on up here. I'm gonna pay you back." Donnie leaned up and grabbed her arms. He pulled her forwards. Evie climbed over his pelvis and sat on his shaft. "Kiss me," he ordered.

Evie could feel his big hard length between her legs. Only the thin material of her bikini bottoms kept him from feeling how hot and wet her pussy was. Evie pushed down against his cock as she leaned forward. Donnie held her head so that their lips were mashed together. Evie kissed him willingly though she had hoped to keep her pussy and kisses for just her husband. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she could feel his cock jerk between her legs. She slid her pussy along his length subtly pushing down when the head was over the entrance to her
depths. Evie moaned with lust.

Donnie released her and pushed her up so that she was sitting in his lap. "Feels good doesn't it?" She moaned her agreement. Donnie reached up to squeeze her incredible puffy nipples driving Evie crazy. She humped his cock. Donnie pulled her down a little and leaned up, taking one long nipple between his lips. His hand teased her other nipple. He switched several times. Evie was moaning like crazy, pushing her bikini bottom down hard on his cock head. She screamed as she came.

Donnie didn't give her time to recover. He grabbed her hips and pulled her forwards. Her pelvis slid up his chest until she had to scoot forwards. Evie's eyes flew open as he pulled her crotch down against his mouth. His tongue pushed against the bikini bottom causing Evie to squirm. Donnie's hands held her hips, his fingers right over the ties holding, her panties on. Evie was too out of it to feel him slowly untie the strings.

Donnie moved his hands down and pulled her bikini aside slightly exposing her soaking wet slit to his tongue. He licked along her slit, teasing her labia until he reached her clit. He flicked his tongue across her clit until Evie seemed on the verge of another orgasm, then Donnie thrust his tongue deep inside her. Evie gripped his hair and humped his face as she came again.

"Thank you. Thank you," Evie panted as Donnie lifted her off his face and pushed her back down to his lap. She groaned as she felt his cock between her legs again. She automatically pushed down on the head and she felt her labia spread around it. Evie opened her eyes to see her bikini bottoms lying across Donnie's chin. He grabbed it and tossed it off the bed. "Your cock feels so good rubbing my bare pussy, Donald."

Was this really the same conservative woman I met just over a week ago? Thought Donnie. "Try putting it in. I wanna see how much you can take. We won't fuck or nuthin."

"No, shouldn't, but... maybe just the head. I'm curious too." Evie got up on her knees and squatted over his crotch as Donnie held his cock up. She maneuvered her pussy over it and pushed down. Just the head was as big as a child's fist and it pushed her labia in before her hole opened wide enough for it. "Oh gawd, it's stretching me out, the head's so big." Both Donnie and Evie moaned together as Donnie's cock head disappeared in her.

"Feels so good, Miss Evie." Donnie reached up and grabbed her hips while bucking his hips up. This forced his cock another two inches inside her. Donnie was actually surprised at how easily she was taking him. Still it was a very snug fit.

"It feels great," she agreed bouncing on a little over four or so inches of cock meat. Evie squatted lower with each bounce. His cock plowed deeper. "I've never felt anything like this, Donnie. I'm so full."

"Yep, that's about all that will fit. You can get off now." Evie's eyes had been closed as she concentrated on the wonderful feeling in her pussy. Her eyes flew open and Donnie thought they looked lustful and crazy. Must be the ecstasy, he thought.

"No," she growled, "I can take more." Evie bounced faster, taking more inches as his shaft became more lubricated. She came again, a quick orgasm that caught her off guard. Evie slid down further, their crotches
getting closer together. "Ow!," she mumbled as the thick cock head banged her cervix. "I guess that's it," she sighed, regretfully.

"You still got three inches, mama." Donnie pushed her hips back to angle his cock right. He thrust up just as he pulled her hips down.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Aw fuck, your cock's in my womb." Evie's crotch was now grinding Donnie's. She'd taken it all.

Donnie was surprised at how easily her cervix had parted, but then he'd never taken a woman who'd had two kids before. "That's a good fit, Miss Evie. I think your pussy was..."

"Built to handle big black cock," she finished, giggling crazily.

"Yeah. That's it though. I guess this party is over. You can get off now."

"I'm gonna get off alright," she moaned, grinding her pussy into him. “Get off on this big black cock of yours.”

"I meant we can stop now."

"No," she whined almost petulantly. "I wanna fuck now. I wanna fuck this big black cock. I wanna fuck this big black cock all day."

Donnie's cock twitched at her sluttiness and he fought the impulse to start fucking the shit out of this horny milf. "But you're married? We should stop. Get off me now." This would look great on the video.

Evie grinned. "Alright Donald." She grinded her pussy down for the last time. She planned on lifting herself up, but then slipping and plunging this wonderful cock deep in her pussy once again, but when she had raised herself three inches, Donnie's cock head caught in her cervix. "Hah, it's stuck."

"Stuck!," exclaimed Donnie, feigning surprise. This was the reason they called him "Fireplug" after all. "It ain't coming out till I cums. I guess we gotta fuck."

"Yippee," she cried, riding his cock.

"Lets roll over so I can fucks that white pussy proper." Donnie pulled her down on top of him and rolled over so that he was crushing her. He
lifted himself up and began fucking her with the three or so inches of cock he could move around.

"That's it fuck me, fuck me. I want it all. Fuck my white pussy. Give your slut all that black cock." The inner slut Evie had repressed all those years had been released and she had no intention of ever bottling it again. “Fuck me. Fuck my slut pussy. Fuck me, master."

"Jesus bitch, shut up already," growled Donnie, though he liked the master part.

"I want your cock in me every day. You're sharing my bed from now on. "I wanna wake up and suck that gorgeous black cock every morning. Oh god, gonna cum again."

"Me too, slut." Donnie pumped faster until his cock burst, releasing a torrent of cum.

"Your flooding my womb," screamed Evie as she came. It was her biggest orgasm yet and she dug her nails into his back. Jet after jet of semen filled her womb prolonging her orgasm. "I love it. I love it. I love you." Evie gasped for air as she came down from her orgasm. Thankfully, she remembered that he was sterile. Her fertile time was approaching.

Donnie had to piss, but when he tried to pull out, his cock was still stuck. Damn Viagra! "One more time ought a do it." This time he kneeled between her legs so he could look down at this beautiful woman.

Evie recovered from her orgasm amazed to find Donnie was fucking her again. His muscular chest was sweaty and he had an intense look on his face. She watched the thick root of his cock sliding in and out of her. She even imagined she could see his cock head bulge under her belly button with each thrust forwards. "That's it stud, fuck me again." Her hands flew to her breasts. She pulled on her nipples roughly. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum again."

Donnie lasted a long time this round and was dead tired by the time he came again. Evie rarely quit talking the whole time and he found himself wishing Leroy was there to shove his cock down her throat to shut her up. When he finally came, Donnie's cock shrank just enough to pull it through her cervix. He yanked it out and immediately ran to the bathroom. He sighed with relief as the piss finally flowed from his dick into the toilet. Donnie jumped when a white hand reached around him to grab his cock. Evie guided the urine stream all around the toilet bowl, seeming fascinated. She jerked the last bit of urine out after he had finished pissing.

They took a long shower afterwards. Long, because Evie fell to her knees and jerked his cock off in the stall. Her mouth clamped over his cock head as she coaxed one more load of cum out of his cock and into her belly.

While toweling himself dry, Evie decided to clean up. She first grabbed the breakfast tray. "Hold on a minute," said Donnie with surprise. "Your tea?"

"I wasn't thirsty. Want it?"

"No thanks. It's cold now anyway." Donnie watched her leave the room. She hadn't drank any of the ecstasy! Her behavior was all natural. The woman had shed all inhibitions.

Donnie moved into the master bedroom that night.

One week later, Evie was straddling Donnie on the bed. He was bouncing as he fucked her, with his hands tightly gripping her ass cheeks and holding them open. Evie felt something nudge her ass. There was a brief stab of pain as her anus opened for the large invader. Evie looked over her shoulder to see another handsome black man standing behind her. "Pastor Le Roy? What are you doing?"

"Janitor Leroy and I'm gonna fuck this sweet ass."

"Janitor? You played the trick on Kim. Oh god, this is all a set up."

"Yes, and we fucked her good and your friend Melissa too. I have you fucking Donnie on tape. You'll do what we say. Fuck who we want and..."

"Just shut up and fuck my slut ass with that big black cock."

A surprised Leroy raised his eyebrows at a grinning Donnie. "Yes, ma’am," said Leroy as he pushed his cock deep in her ass.

Evie liked Leroy's cock better then Donnie's. It was just as big, but didn't have the flared head. She learned to deep throat it and he could deep fuck her through her cervix without getting stuck. Plus, she really liked getting fucked in the ass.

Epilogue:

Three black babies were born almost five months apart. Neither Kim nor Melissa's husband could handle it. Melissa's husband, Mike spent time in jail after assaulting Kim's husband, Jerry when he found out that Jerry had set the whole thing up.

Kim and Melissa got an apartment together where they shared a bed with each other and usually entertained either Leroy, fat Deon, or Donnie every night or sometimes more then one or sometimes different black men when word got out about the two bisexual sluts living there.

Evie's husband arrived home from his trip just as Donnie was leaving. He waved and tried to introduce himself, but the black teen ignored him. Confused, Eddie wondered why Donnie looked so much older then he had thought. He was even more confused and shocked and horrified to find his wife naked in bed with cum pouring out of her spread legs. "We need to talk, honey," said Evie, licking a glob of sperm stuck at the corner of her mouth.

Evie and Eddie separated for several days before Eddie decided to forgive her. "You were tricked and seduced after all. Just give up the black men and...".

"I can't do that," replied Evie. "If you want to stay married you'll need to understand that I'm a different person. I'm gonna fuck lots of black cock. You don't have to know about it. I'll just say, I'm going out with Kim or Melissa."

"B-but," stuttered Eddie. "No buts, and maybe if I'm feeling generous, I'll throw a little pussy your way, but I think you'll find me a little loose down there.

"Very well," cried Eddie, defeated. He would do it for their children. Their marriage was strained and even more strained when Evie found out she was pregnant. Evie just avoided her friends and family until the baby was born. Then they told everyone that they had pulled a Brangelina and adopted a poor black kid. Evie told her family the baby was a Katrina orphan.

Leroy's marriage broke up when his wife followed him to Kim and Melissa's apartment one day. Leroy didn't miss his wife, but his kids quit talking to him. He moved in with the two white women, but couldn't take the crying babies and got his own place.

Deon had a stroke while fucking Melissa. She nearly smothered before Kim and Leroy ran in from the next room and rolled Deon off her. He partially recovered, but was never well enough to visit the girls again.

Evie had an effect on Donnie too. He continued to watch Fox and listen to Rush on the radio. When the next election rolled around, he voted straight Republican. Soon after, Donnie was busted selling ecstasy and spent a year in prison. In prison, Donnie's oversized cellmate introduced Donnie's ass to his own special "Fireplug."

THE END