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 Well, I'm home with Covid which doesn't give me time to write as so are the rest of the family. I just updated Flag Girls with minor writing changes, but mostly grammerly checking it to fix all my then/than and it's/its mistakes. I also added Fobbs cover to the comic to the beginning of the story. BTW Fobb's site, appears to be defunct. No more www.illustratedinterracial.com

New old story

 I just posted a rewritten version of Naughty Pictures in the South Florida section. It's essentially the same story, but it now ties in with the South Florida stories.

Mondays are my day off and my writing day. I expect I'll be working most of them through Christmas. Don't expect a lot of updates from me until this mess is over.

More Jane "This time with sex"

 Here's some more of Jane chapter two. I got some bad news for writing today. I'm being forced to work Monday (my day off and best writing day) and been told to expect more of it through Christmas. I'll get some writing done here and there, but don't expect too much progress. Christmas is my busy time of year and Covid has made it even worse. 

 

“My Johnson’s gone all big!”

 

Jim Crowe quit examining his engines and glanced over at Archer. His co-pilot was holding his pants open and staring down at his crotch. Lt. Bullock was on sentry duty, armed with a rifle and keeping an eye out for trouble. He was shifting from foot to foot while reaching down to squeeze and pull his junk to the side. Jim turned his attention back to Burke who was examining the engines with him. Burke’s hand was in his pants adjusting his penis. He was frowning and seemed to be measuring himself

 

Jim felt it to. His cock was straining to burst out of his shorts. His balls felt bigger and heavier. He wanted to pull it out and see exactly how big it had grown to. He wanted to give it a good wanking and take some pressure off his nuts. Jim sighed. “Well, Burke?”

 

Burke yanked his hand out of his pants. He turned his attention back on the engine, running his hand over his bald pate, beads of sweat flying off. “I can get the engines working, I think, but we still got a missing propellor.”

 

“I can make do with one,” said Jim.

 

“I could use your help, Cap?” asked Burke. “You’re as good as I am, gettin’ engines running.”

 

“Sorry,” said Jim. “Draft any of the boys you need. I’m going to go find Major Stalwart.”

 

“What’s a city boy like you know about surviving in a jungle filled with monsters?”

 

“Detroit’s an urban jungle filled with monsters, but I get your point. Still, Jane might need help. Ask Spanky if you need anything.” Jim looked around. “Where’d Spanky get off to?” Archer had been standing just ten feet away looking in his pants.

 

“He wandered off that way, Cap,” said Bullock. “Looking for a place to shit.”

 

“Dammit, this place is dangerous and we can’t go wandering off.” Jim turned his head as Dr. Smith was climbing down the wheel well. She wore khaki slacks and a white blouse. Jim looked away then back. He hadn’t realized what a nice ass the Doc had. It had looked rather flat in her dress, but her slacks were showing off her plump well-rounded rear end much better. Lisa’s foot touched the ground and she turned to face him. His eyes flickered to her chest. Her tits hadn’t been this big yesterday. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top, showing a sheen of sweat on her chest. The other buttons appeared to be straining not to go flying off from the pressure of her swollen bosom. Her hair was down for the first time and fell halfway down her back. “Doc,” he greeted.

 

“Fortuitous we found this flat area to land,” she said, her lovely blue eyes looking around.

 

“Maybe, maybe not,” he replied.

 

“How so?” she turned her attention on him.

 

Sweat beaded his own brow as he fought not to look back down at her cleavage. Her tits looked even bigger than they had a moment ago. “Our make-shift landing strip isn’t natural, ma’am. It’s a herd trail down to the lake. You’re standing in a footprint.”

 

“Oh my,” said Lisa, looking down at the size of the print. “At least a herd this large would be herbivores.”

 

“Extremely large herbivores,” said Jim, stealing another glance at her boobs while she looked down at the footprint. It was bigger than an elephant’s. “We need to stay vigilant.” Smith pulled a device out of her pocket and stared at it as she stepped off the trail and into the brush. “Where do you think you’re going, Doc?”

 

“This is a Geiger counter. It should detect Vril radiation. I’m just going to survey the area and see if I can get a general direction of any vril deposits.” She stepped through some brush.

 

“Doc, it’s dangerous out there,” said Jim.

 

“Your job’s to get your plane running, Captain. I’ll be fine.”

 

“Nobody listens,” complained Jim. “Calhoun, grab a rifle and go keep an eye on Dr. Smith.”

 

“Sure thing, Cap,” replied Julius Calhoun, grinning. Keeping “an eye” on the blonde white woman wasn’t something he minded doing at all.

 

**********

 

Archer found a fallen tree to lean against. He’d stripped off his hot shirt and tossed it over the trunk. The tree’s bark had been partially stripped by some large animal, but he didn’t have time to be concerned about that. Right now, his Johnson needed some air.

 

Lee undid his pants and reached inside, his hand closing around his cock. It was thicker than normal. Excited to see it, Archer freed his Johnson from his pants. He was a strong, powerful man, but unfortunately as he aged, ate more of his wife’s fabulous cooking, and enjoyed his beer a little too much, he’d developed a bit of a gut. Normally, staring down at his penis sticking out from under his gut, he could only see about half of his six-inch shaft. Now, he was staring at a good seven inches and it was only semi-erect. Lee gave the swollen tip a squeeze and tugged, feeling it swell quickly. His cock had always been nicely shaped with a flat tip and a flared crown. The shaft curved up slightly. Fully erect, he was now staring at a good nine inches, with three more inches hidden under his gut. His Johnson had doubled in length and thickness!

 

Spanky reached under his cock and gave his nuts a good heft. They were equally swollen and it only took one testicle to fill his palm. They were, perhaps, five times larger than usual and a lot heavier. They were also aching painfully.

 

Lee Archer pulled his hand back and spit in his palm. He began coating the head with his saliva, spitting again when he realized he’d need more. Archer beat his meat almost compulsively and had once been caught by his brother, who immediately started calling him, “Spanky” and the nickname stuck.

 

Satisfied his newly massive cock was well-lubricated, he leaned back against the tree and began jerking off.

 

**********

 

Lisa calibrated her instrument, aiming it around so that the radio waves could reach everywhere on the plateau, though there were some high points and cliffs that might block her signal.

 

She shifted uncomfortably, reaching up and unbuttoning another button on her blouse. She glanced down, shocked to see that the blouse was already unbuttoned halfway down her bosom and the top most fastened button was already straining around her expanding breasts. There was a “twang” as the top button flew off.

 

Doctor Smith reached down and unfastened the next button and the next, and finally just opened her blouse. It didn’t help much as her brassiere was only sized for her regular B-cup breasts and it was starting to painfully constrict her chest. Her nipples were sensitive and swollen, pushing hard into the rayon satin bra. Lisa shrugged off her blouse, quickly reaching behind her to unhook her bra before it cut off her breathing. She sighed with relief when the constricting stopped.

 

Lisa through her blouse over her shoulder. She couldn’t return to the colored airmen topless and thought she might be able to wrap the blouse around her breasts in some fashion. It was just her teats that were expanding. Her flat rear end was growing an impressive firm pair of buttocks rising out from her thighs and the small of her back. The extra weight in her behind was helping to balance out the weight growing on her chest. It was also causing her crotch and waist to constrict. Lisa unbuttoned her slacks and wiggled them down her hips before they got so tight she had to cut them off.

Lisa pushed her slacks down and stepped out of them. Luckily, her panty seemed to be handling the added growth in her rear end, but barely. Normally, the flesh colored panty covered half her stomach and ran down her thighs. They waist band had been pulled down under her navel, almost all the way to her pubic mound. The bottom had ridden up her thighs also and the material in the rear was starting to dig into the crack in her buttocks, leaving some of her lower cheeks exposed.

 

“Ridiculous,” she muttered, glancing down at her body, though secretly she was impressed by her new look. The pinup girls’ American airmen put on the noses of their planes didn’t even have tits or asses this big. Her breasts had gone from a tea cup to a challenge cup, a very challenged cup.

 

Lisa Smith bunched her slacks up with her blouse and carried them under one arm while aiming her signaling device with her other. Lisa walked around a large prehistoric looking fern when a grunt caused her to look up with alarm.

 

Lisa’s jaw dropped just as the bundle of clothes in her arm fell to the ground. The Blackbird’s copilot was leaning against a tree naked, his hand stroking an enormous black phallus. The thing was absolutely huge. The flat crowned head was as big and as black as a dark plum. It was so swollen it looked like it could explode at any…

 

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” grunted Archer. His cock bucked upwards; an oil can’s worth of white semen spewing forth from the tip.

 

The tip of the giant strand of semen struck her lower lip just as the bulk of it splattered on her chest, bare breasts, and belly. Archer let go of his huge black cock, the giant rod jerked out of control, discharging more of the voluminous white seed, covering her tits and stomach. Lee Archer’s eyes were wide as her stared at the blonde white woman’s nearly nude body while his cock ejaculated all over her.

 

“You filthy negro,” she cried, still staring at his cock as it twitched. Cum still flew out from the tip, but not with enough force to reach her. “Yech!” She took her eyes off his cock to stare down at her breasts. Big gobs of his thick semen were sliding down the slopes towards her nipples. Her hands slid up her belly, scooping up his viscous seed. “Your nasty semen is all over me.” Her hands squished his sperm into the bottoms of her breasts, sliding up her heavy breasts. “Mmmm,” she moaned as her hands rubbed over her tits. Her newly elongated nipples were so sensitive now. “So much cum,” she muttered, rubbing the sperm on top of her breasts into her fat nipples. “Mmm,” she moaned again, sucking her lower lip into her mouth and tasting the semen that had landed on her lips. “Disgusti…” Lisa’s tongue flickered out, licking around her lips, lapping up the rest of his sperm.

 

“Sorry, doc, you surprised me is all.” Lee was staring intently at her hands still rubbing his cum all over her tits.

 

Lisa’s gaze came off her breasts and turned her attention back on his cock. She stared at it fascinated, absentmindedly scooping up and was of his pudding thick seed and bringing her fingers up to her mouth. Her tongue flickered out to lick it off. “It’s still hard?”

 

“I think that’s mostly your fault, doc,” said Archer.

 

“Oh!” said Lisa, glancing down to see that both her hands had their middle and index fingers out rubbing his sperm into her hard nipples. “OH!” She stopped realizing what she was doing and who she was doing it in front of. “It so big, Lieutenant,” she said.

 

“Started growing the second the plane landed, I think.” He reached down and grabbed the shaft, wanting desperately to stroke it again.

 

Lisa Smith stepped closer leaning in to look at it. Archer released the shaft again. “It’s got to be a foot long,” she gasped, leaning closer.

 

“Thereabouts, ma’am.”

 

“How big was it before?”

 

“I’d guess half as big. It’s doubled in thickness too.”

 

“Amazing,” she muttered.

 

“My nuts is… excuse me, my testicles have grown a lot bigger too.”

 

“Obviously,” she replied, thinking of the incredible volume of semen he sprayed on her. Her hand came out, fingers outstretched towards the head. “May I?” she asked, looking up at him. He just nodded vigorously, her hand moving forward until the tips of her fingers brushed over the hard head.

 

Lisa grabbed the head and squeezed. It was as hard and unyielding as a rubber ball. She was no virgin, she’d slept with her fiancé, the professor before his untimely death and recently, an American intelligence officer she was working with discussing Vril. He’d put her in touch with the President. They were technically still in a relationship.

 

Of course, neither man had a prick like this. Jim had started developing erection problems and his five-inch penis was often floppy. The intelligence officer had no problems getting his penis hard and had some stamina to go along with it, but his penis was a rather skinny six inches. The army man had a great body compared to Professor Powell’s rather pudgy torso and she greatly enjoyed sleeping with her muscular white army man.

 

Archer’s giant black cock put their penises to shame.

 

“It’s so big,” she gasped. “And hard!” Her hand slid down his penis. It was so rigid, she could have hammered a nail in with it. Lisa lifted the shaft up, gasping again at the size of the two black balls dangling beneath it. Lisa’s tongue licked across her lips, remembering the taste of his seed. She spit on her hand and rubbed it into the flat head of his cock. “I’d like to see how much semen it produces a second time,” she explained. She spit again, coating more of his cock, stroking her hand up and down the shaft.

 

“Uh, be my guest, doc,” said Archer, leaning back against the tree. His hips starting to buck slightly pushing his huge black cock through her hands even as she spit again, trying to get the big shaft better lubricated.

 

The negro’s cock felt so big and powerful as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It was hot and throbbed with his pulse. Her hand looked so small on the thick shaft, her fingers not even meeting as she gripped it. Her stroking has milked out a final drop of semen from the tip. It glistened under her gaze and Lisa found herself leaning in to lap it up off his urethra. She savored it on her tongue, no longer able to dent how good his seed tasted or that she wanted more of it. Her mouth never left the tip of his cock as her tongue twirled around the head before she took it in her mouth and started sucking. This was new territory for her, something she’d never done for the professor or her handsome army man, but something about this large negro cock made her want to suck it.

 

So she did.

 

**********

 

 Julius Calhoun walked slowly through the brush, keeping an eye out for dinosaurs or any other sign of danger. “Doctor Smith,” he called out, but not to loudly. Where had she got to? The blonde woman wasn’t too far ahead of him.

 

It was god awful hot and humid here in the jungle. Calhoun paused long enough to pull his tee shirt off over his head, dog tags falling back down to his chest. He patted his face down with his shirt before tucking it into his pants. He glanced down, rather impressed with his chest. Always rather on the skinny side, his muscles suddenly seemed to have become better defined and at some point, he picked up a six pack of abdominal muscles on his stomach. “Looking good, Julius,” he muttered.

 

Calhoun raised the gun and proceeded through the brush. He quickly brought the gun up to his shoulder when he heard a loud grunt. Julius stepped forward, pointing his rifle as he stepped around a huge fern that looked like the top of a palm tree planted in the ground. He slowly lowered the rifle, staring with disbelief at what he was looking at. He’d found Dr. Smith and Lt. Archer for that matter. The lovely blonde doctor was on all fours, bobbing her head vigorously up and down Archer’s dick. Lee had one black hand over the back of her head helping guide her. His head was thrown back and it was his groan Calhoun had heard. Archer was no rapist and the white woman wasn’t being forced. She looked like she was enjoying it.

 

She was enjoying it. Or at least, it was arousing her. Calhoun’s gaze fell on her panty. Her thighs were slightly spread and his could see her pretty white cunny was soaked and a little slip of her underwear was wet and clinging to it. Most of the rest of her underwear had pulled up into the crack of her moon-shaped ass.

 

Julius gulped, reaching down and undoing his pants without taking his eyes off the white woman happily blowing the copilot. His dick was rock hard, he tugged it out, finally gazing down at it when he realized how big it had gotten. He squeezed it through his pants, but this was the first time, he’d actually looked at it. His short prick had doubled in size pushing past eleven inches and was as thick as a soda pop bottle.

 

He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, lowering his shorts under his now coconut sized balls. There was no way Calhoun wasn’t going to jerk off watching this. He spit in his hand, stroking his big cock, watching Lisa bob her head and occasionally catching glimpses of her erect pink nipples sticking out of her milky white titties. He stroked faster, his gaze increasingly falling on her cunny. She was so wet; he could see her slit through the soaked underwear. Her arousal was running down her thighs to.

 

Julius Calhoun didn’t want to get court marshalled and he certainly didn’t want to get lynched, but if the white woman was willingly sucking one black prick, then maybe she wouldn’t mind fucking another? He gulped when he realized what he was about to do. If she objected, he’d play the recalcitrant negro and pray she didn’t press charges against him.

Julius Calhoun stepped forward. Archer raised his head and stared at him, then down at Calhoun’s prick. Julius kneeled. Lee watched intently not ordering him to stop. Calhoun grabbed the bunched-up panty and pulled it out of Lisa’s ass. She kept sucking Archer’s dick even as Calhoun pulled her underwear away from her pussy. Her white pussy was gorgeous. Her slit and lips were a lovely pink, the hair coming off her mound were as blonde as those on her head. He gazed in awe at the forbidden fruit before bringing his dick up towards her slit. Its hard blackness stood out strongly against the whiteness of her skin. Calhoun inched closer, pushing his cock down until the head was gently touching her cunny’s slit.

 

Julius gulped again. His heart was beating so hard, he could feel it in his ears. He pushed down on his prick, her lips parting around the big head of his big black cock.

 

Damn, this white cunny gonna feel as good as honey, he thought, pushing forward and watching her pink pussy lips swallow the head of his black cock.