Interracial Massage And Creampie Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves Raymond's
Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should be read first to
better enjoy this one.
"I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan as she
swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away again, maybe you
and your father can come over tonight?"
"Maybe," said Jamal putting his massive cock away after his teacher had
kissed it one last time. "How's old Raymond taking the new you anyway?"
Raymond had watched his wife turn into a slut before his eyes as the two
black men broke her in on his marital bed.
"He's hanging on. I think he feels really emasculated after seeing yours
and Malcom's giant pricks.
"Are you surprised?" Jamal didn't wait for an answer. "I gotta get
going. If dad or I ain't busy, we might stop by and give you what you
need."
*****************
"No fucking way. I don't fucking believe it," said Dan. "She attacked
your cock like she was in love with it or something." Dan had watched
Mrs Duncan give Jamal a blow job from the door window of her class room.
"Told you," growled Jamal. "Once they get the taste of a really big
cock, I can turn any woman into a slut."
Dan the school's quarterback blushed. Until seeing Jamal in the showers,
he had been damn proud of his dick, but the black man seemed twice as
big as Dan in every way, dick length, girth, even the black man's biceps
and chest measurements put Dan to shame and Dan was a husky guy. If
Jamal had been more skilled with a football, he could have been
quarterback. Even with a minor position on the team, every member, Dan
included, saw Jamal as their leader. Dan was sure that penis envy had
something to do with it.
Still, Dan was jealous of the hung black man. Jamal had fucked half the
cheerleading squad, and he had now witnessed Mrs Duncan, a teacher he
idolized and had a crush on, turn into a slut when Jamal walked into her
room and pulled his pants down. Dan pulled out the twenty he owed Jamal
for losing this bet. "You may have nailed Mrs Duncan, but there's plenty
of women you can't fuck."
"Wanna bet?" said Jamal with a cocky grin.
"You're on, double or nothing, but I get to pick the girl."
"Go on."
"I pick the girl and you have until the prom to get in her pants, that's
just over a month. There has got to be penis-pussy penetration or you
lose.
"Who'd you have in mind?"
"Her," said Dan pointing.
Samanatha Reynolds had just rounded the corner. As Jamal turned to look,
she tripped over her own feet, she didn't fall, but the huge pile of
books in her hands went all over the floor. She kicked one against the
lockers as she tried to pick it up.
"I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, Dan."
"Can't do it huh, big man?"
"I can do it little man. It'll just take some work. What say we up the
stakes? If I win, I get to fuck Trisha."
"I can't bet my girlfriend."
"Don't have much confidence in her, do you?"
"Sure I do, besides there's no way your going to fuck Sam within a
month. What's in it when I win?"
"I'll give you a thousand dollars, but when I win you got to leave me
alone with Trisha for a couple nights." Trisha had been dating Dan
several years. Jamal had fucked her two best friends and he knew she was
curious about him. He had been planning to fuck her before the year was
out anyway.
Dan was still in shock from the thousand dollar offer. He was restoring
a hot rod and the money would sure help. "Deal," he said shaking Jamal's
hand.
Jamal spun around just as Samantha kicked a book at his feet. He bent
down and picked it up handing it to her.
"Thanks Jamal,"she said looking shyly towards the floor.
"How are things Sam?" Samantha was a nerdy girl. She had long raven
black hair always pulled back, dark piercing eyes and black glasses
perched on her nose. She was one of those weird girls who always dressed
in black, which included black nail polish and reddish-black lipstick.
She had a nice body, but hid it under bulky pants and sweaters. Back
when he was a geek, she had been the only girl who talked to him. He had
jerked off thinking about her many a night before becoming enhanced.
"Oh how nice, the big popular boy has lowered himself enough to talk to
the social outcast."
"I've missed you Sam."
"I missed you too, that is I missed the real Jamal. Not this
testosterone-crazed, muscle bound gorilla you've become."
"I'm sorry, I've been an ass. Let me make it up to you, how about a
movie tonight?"
Samantha turned white as a ghost. Had he just asked her out? She'd never
been on a date before. Not that it mattered, she could never date a
black guy, her father would kill her. She thought a couple boys were
going to ask her out once, but she inadvertently ended up insulting
them. This had completely thrown her off balance. "Why?" she stuttered
out.
Jamal wished he hadn't opened his big mouth and just taken the twenty
dollars. "Because I miss you and thought we could spend some time
together like we used to."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"
Suspicious little bitch. "Well, I was hoping you could help me with my
college grammar. English was always your specialty after all."
Samantha felt a great sense of relief. He had an ulterior motive, he
needed her help with school work. She was also a little disappointed.
"No movie, but if you want to meet me at the library, we can study
together. You can help me with chemistry. Don't come to my house, dad
didn't like you when you were scrawny, he'd positively hate you now."
"When?"
"If you were truly my friend, you'd know," she said turning to leave.
"Tonight, six thirty to eight, just like old times."
Sam turned back to him and for a brief moment a smile tugged at her
perpetual frown. "I'll be there. Oh and by the way, if you hadn't
skipped class half the year, maybe you wouldn't need my help."
"But then I wouldn't get to spend time with you."
One of her eyebrows shot up and her heart skipped a beat. There was that
uncertainty again. Was he flirting with her? No, she decided, he was
just tired of being fake like most of the popular kids. Samantha turned
and left, pleased that she'd have Jamal back to talk with.
Jamal showed up at the library at precisely six thirty. He used to haunt
the library before becoming enhanced. Now this was the first time he had
set foot here in close to a year. Samantha was at their old table, nose
so deep in a book, her glasses were almost falling off. He sat beside
her and glanced a the page. It was some morose poem about being alone.
Samantha finished the poem and jumped with shock seeing him sitting
beside her. She had been so into the poem, she hadn't even noticed him.
Jamal didn't like that, everyone noticed him. "It's like Deja Vu all
over again," he said.
"Lets get to work," she said. "I'm still not ready to forgive you for
blowing me off all year. Now what are you having problems with?"
For the next hour, she went over the current chapters in college
grammar. Jamal pretended he didn't understand some of it and asked some
good questions. Then they switched to chemistry, a subject in which he
could have taught the class and knew a lot more then the teacher. "Look
closely at the chemical formulas. There do you see it?"
"No," she replied moving her head down following his finger. Jamal was
moving his head
down too as they both stared at the book. Their cheeks were touching. He
turned his face towards hers, their mouths just inches apart, he moved
closer to kiss her. Sam stared cross-eyed at his approaching lips before
drawing back. "What are you doing?"
"I was going to kiss you."
"Why?"
"I like you Sam, I always have.
"I like you too Jamal, or I used to anyway, but only as a friend."
"Just one kiss Sam. If you don't like it, then I'll never bother you
again."
"I think I'd better go," she replied grabbing her books after pushing
her glasses up her nose. Jamal had a powerful animal magnetism about
him, it made her want to kiss him, but he was black and he did represent
a lot she hated about male-dominated, phallocentric society. He was a
muscle-bound football player, dated bimbo cheerleaders, etc. She left
the library without saying a word.
*****************
"I've never before encountered a mind as brilliant as yours since, well,
since myself."
"Thanks Hank," said Jamal shaking hands with the enhanced white chemist.
"It's been the second most important thing in my life this last year
working with you. Filling up more bitches then I can count with my cum
was the only thing better."
"I know the feeling."
"I wonder what they'll do?" Jamal looked at the first five vials of
Y-serum sitting on the table. "Who's the first test subject?"
"Tyrone's secretary, Carol. She has been a faithful employee for years
and is rapidly losing her looks, not to mention gaining a few pounds.
I'm injecting her tonight. In one months time, we shall have the first
truly enhanced female."
"I can't wait to see what happens," said Jamal looking with pride at the
vials he and Hank had created. It had been Jamal that came up with the
ideas to bond certain chemicals to get around various roadblocks that
had been baffling Hank McGraw for months. "Oh, I need a little vial of
Xcite."
"Tough one?"
"Yeah, Interracial Massage And Creampie it was actually Sherbanu that calmed everybody down by stripping off and joining us!
Like mother, like daughter, both were exceptionally well endowed with
large breasts. Titty-fucking had been a staple diet in my sex life with
Sherbanu. She got down between my knees and wrapped my prick with her breasts. She gazed up at me and smiled as she started to bob up and down, gently fucking my dick. To see such a pretty girl do that to you is beyond comparison. Before I could cum, Sherbanu got up and sat in the armchair where I had been
and draped her legs over each arm, fully exposing her sex. As I got on
my knees to fuck her, Rani perched herself on the back of the chair and was
affectionately stroking her daughter's hair. I was soon giving her a
serious humping. My knees were not exactly winning the battle of 'wear and tear' as they rubbed on the carpet whilst fucking. I stopped for a minute to change to a more comfortable position. But Sherbanu got up and turned to her mother, telling her that it was her turn now!
Amazingly, Rani was even tighter than her daughter was and I revelled in
the sensuous caress of her inner pussy. It was so tight that I could feel it flexing around me every time I pushed in. Sherbanu knelt behind me and
was gently pushing my buttocks as I thrust, helping me penetrate her mother
even deeper. We kept switching and fucking for over an hour. They eagerly
swallowed my cum as they were forbidden to use contraception (religious
reasons, similar to Catholics... that's what they told me at least) and
didn't want to get pregnant by me. The big finale for me was to stand up
and get both of them to kneel in front of me and take turns to lick and suck my dick clean. They kept sucking me long after my knob had been cleaned and I started to get hard again. Pretty soon my semen erupted in a huge watery cascade... covering their faces and beautiful hair. Whilst they admitted that they had enjoyed our escapade, both Sherbanu and Rani swore never to repeat the event and demanded that I keep it a secret.
But I had something far more sinister in mind... I had them... I could
use them... pervert them... turn them into sluts that they only dreamed of
being in their fantasies... I could turn them over to Omar for a day... "OK... on one condition... just for today... you must do what I say, no questions or hesitations... is that agreed?" They looked at each other for a minute and then they both nodded.
"Right... get yourselves cleaned up and put on your best saris... You've
got twenty minutes... And I want you both looking pure and virginal." They
both giggled as they ran upstairs to get ready. As they were changing, I made a quick telephone call to Omar and quickly filled him in. When they
returned, my cock stiffened just looking at them.
"Excellent," I said, "let's go for a little drive." We piled into their
family car. I drove and they both sat in the back seat. I pulled up at
the side of the road in the middle of the city.
"Here we are." I said with an exaggerated tone of happiness in my voice.
They looked out the window at saw Black Monster Cocks Black Dick Group people
will never grow up," said Dan to Trisha without looking behind him. He
obviously thought it was popcorn again.
As Dan was saying this a second big wad of cum was splattering on the
back of his chair. Several more wads followed it, each successive one
not traveling as far until the last hung down the back of the chair
directly in front of Jamal.
"I'll be right back," she said standing up.
"Thank you," said Jamal trying to shove that huge piece of meat back
into his pants. It was still gigantic, partially erect and hard to bend.
Samantha went to the ladies room and washed up. She looked at herself in
the mirror. She looked flushed and wide eyed. Her heart was racing.
Jerking Jamal off had been the most exciting thing she had ever done.
His cock seemed to have a hold on her. It was almost as if she couldn't
resist his request. She had a strong desire to obey and please the young
black man.
After she returned to her seat, the two of them couldn't help but stare
at the light from the movie screen reflecting off the sperm in Dan's
hair in front of them. Later, Jamal walked her to her car and kissed her
goodnight. She let him this time and didn't resist when he put her hand
on his cock. "This is what you do to me," he said. It was hard again and
she squeezed it through his pants. "Last chance Sam. Would you like to
go to the prom with me?"
"I don't know Jamal."
"Let's just go as friends then."
"Ok, but just as friends. I'll make up a story to tell my dad."
"Great, can we get together tomorrow to study?"
"Alright, why don't you come over to my house. Dad will be at work late
that night. We can use my computer."
********************
After school the next day, Samantha found herself shopping for a prom
dress. The one she kept coming back to was her signature black, but it
wasn't her. The dress was short, stopping just above the knee, it would
hug her figure, and it would show off some cleavage, though tastefully.
Sam went to the changing room to try it on. The first thing unusual she
noticed, was that her breasts were positively straining against
her worn out old bra. She unhooked the bra and examined them, moaning as
her fingers touched her sensitive nipples. Her breasts had looked bigger
this morning, even her nipples looked longer and puffier. Sam had been
planning to start working out to lost a couple pounds she had gained
over the winter, but it appeared she had lost it already. Her stomach
was flat, even her hips looked a little more tapered. She must be
undergoing some kind of growth spurt. She looked good though her large
breasts made her look top heavy.
Samantha tried on the dress and it even impressed her. It was sure to
impress Jamal, maybe even make his cock hard again. She stopped not sure
when she had decided on buying an outfit to please him, but that was
what she was doing. She wanted him to be proud to walk into the school
prom with her on his arm. Most of all, she wanted to see his cock again.
She had even dreamed about it last night. It was all she could think
about.
Sam bought the dress knowing he would appreciate it. She added a new bra
to the ensemble. A black lacy one and as an after thought decided to add
a matching pair of panties too.
Sam ran a little late and found Jamal waiting at her house for her. He
was sitting on her steps and as he stood, her eyes immediately went to
his crotch to check out his bulge.
"Sorry I'm late," she said.
"That's alright. I haven't been here long."
"Lets go up to my room."
In her room, Samantha tried to concentrate on studying, but found her
mind wanderering. "What's wrong Sam?" asked Jamal. "You seem a million
miles away."
"I can't stop thinking about last night. I don't know what came over me.
It wasn't like me at all to do something like that."
"Like what?"
"When I jerked off your penis."
"You mean my cock? Come on, you did me a favor."
"I know, I don't regret it. I'd never seen a man's cock before."
"Did you see it? The theatre was kind of dark."
"Yeah, it was dark in there."
"Wanna see it again? In the light and all."
"Yes, yes I would."
"Ok, but you gotta take it out." Jamal stood off her bed and walked over
to where she sat at her computer desk.
Samantha noticed her hands were shaking as she reached out to unbutton
his pants. What was this fascination she had with his penis?
She fumbled with his zipper she was so anxious to see it again. She
pulled his pants down his hips and yanked his briefs down until Jamal's
cock sprang up nearly hitting her in the face. It was even more
impressive in her well-lit room. She could see his huge balls clearly
now along with thick shaft. A fresh wave of lubrication coated her
vagina just looking at it. For the first time in her life she considered
giving up her virginity before marriage.
"Feel free to touch it," said Jamal.
Samantha grabbed it and began sliding her fingers along the rod and
hefting his balls.
Her nose was close to the head and she inhaled his masculine aroma. Poor
Jamal, he needed her help again. "Can I stroke you off again?"
"Sure, but I was thinking of something else. "There's this thing
couples do..."
"We're not a couple, we're just friends.
"Fine. It's something two people can do without actually having sex. We
use our mouths to get each other off. You suck on my cock and I'll suck
on your pussy."
"I'm not a whore."
"Everyone does it, not just sluts. If you truly want to make a man
happy, you gotta know how to suck dick. You do want to make me happy
don't you?" Samantha slowly nodded. "Then give it a try. You can stop
whenever you want and we'll switch."
"But you'll see me naked."
"Just pull your skirt up. I know how to satisfy a needy pussy."
Her pussy was needy. "What do I do first?"
"Start by licking my cock." Samantha stuck her tongue out and
tentatively touched it to his cock-head. "Now lick around the crown and
over the pee-slit, then down the shaft and you can lick my balls for
good measure."
Samantha followed his orders and ran her tongue around his bulging
cock-head. She teased the pee-slit tasting his pre-cum, surprised it
didn't disgust her. Her tongue extended farther as she got into it
licking his shaft and moving her tongue in little circles around his
balls. Sam stopped licking, burying her nose in his crotch, inhaling
deeply. The smell excited her, spurring her on. This was not her, but
she was enjoying it.
"Now take it in your mouth. Take as much as you can into your throat."
Sam squeezed her lips tightly around the tip, pushing forward so that it
entered her mouth. She bobbed her head several times before choking as
it touched her throat. "I can't, it's too big."
"Relax your throat. When you feel you've done too much give yourself a
break." Sam managed another inch before removing it to breathe. "Stroke
it while you rest or I will never cum." Samantha looked up at him and
licked his cock-head while stroking his cock with her hand. "One last
thing Sam, men's egos like their cocks should be stroked by females."
"What do I say?"
"Say what you feel and are thinking."
"I can't believe I'm doing this." She kissed the tip. "Your cock is
amazing. It's so big and powerful." Sam sucked the end for several
minutes before resting. "I love your big cock. I want to swallow it
all." This time Sam managed to swallow half. Her throat was getting used
to it and she needed less time to rest. Sam began bobbing her head
rapidly. She pictured his ejaculate flying through the air in the
theatre. She pictured his ejaculate filing her mouth, sliding down her
throat, filling her belly with his hot seed and she knew this was what
she wanted. Samantha redoubled her efforts taking his cock deeper into
her throat. Samantha noticed the signs that his orgasm was approaching,
Jamal was tensing up, bucking his hips a little, cock swelling. She was
about to swallow the first of what she hoped would be many loads of
Jamal's cum when she heard the car pull up in her driveway and reality
came crashing back.
"God fucking damn," said Jamal clenching his teeth and pulling his pants
up.
Samantha had just wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of her
hand and moved away from Jamal to a chair when her dad opened the door
to her room. "Hi daddy," she said nervously. "You remember Jamal."
"I don't remember him being this big. Come on Jamal, I'll show you to
the door.
Kevin Reynolds, Sam's father walked Jamal downstairs. "Listen boy," he
said at the front door. "I don't want to see your black face around my
house again and you can keep your filthy black hands off her. You know
what I'm saying?"
"I don't take orders from white men ass-hole. I do what I want, I take
what I want."
"I don't care how big you are jungle bunny, stay away from my daughter
or I'll kill you." Kevin slammed the door in Jamal's face.
Sam was waiting on her bed when her dad came into the room and sat down
beside her. "What the hell do you think your doing hanging
out with that black kid?" he asked.
"We're just friends dad."
Kevin slapped her on the face, not too hard, but enough to sting and
humiliate her. "Don't lie to me. One of my coworkers saw you at the
movies last night and said you kissed him in the parking lot. What the
hell Black Cock Dick
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Black Cock Whores Sherbanu's squelching pussy. He pulled her hand out and dumped half a tube of jelly over it.
"You need to pack this jelly as far up her cunt as you can..." He
commanded. "That means your whole fucking arm if you have to... now get on with it."I had never seen Omar like this before. He was completely dominant and was relishing his role as the defiling black bastard. I realised that I better just go with the flow. Rani pushed her hand into her daughter's pussy and it was accepted with relative ease. She kept pushing, trying to spread the lubricant in as deeply as she could. "Oh mama... mamma... Mama... MAMMA!!!" Sherbanu's pussy contracted tightly around her mother's hand as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her body. She was shaking all over and threw her head back, her long black hair whipping about as she experienced the most intense sensations in her body.
"CHOOT!" Rani exclaimed and started babbling something in Hindi at her daughter. Sherbanu's face was a picture; she was so turned on. There is nothing more beautiful than a pretty Indian girl's face when she cums! I should know... I came in my pants without even touching my dick and I had already shot off four times that day prior to going to Omar's shop! "C'mon bitch, give her the dildo!" Omar exclaimed, somewhat irritated. Rani didn't wait any longer and pushed the big white monster into Sherbanu's pussy. Sherbanu closed her eyes and rocked her head from side to side, stifling her moans as she took the throbbing dildo deep up her honeypot. Omar came round the counter and I could see why he was getting irritated, he was sporting a monster of his own. That's why he chose such a big dildo, to get them ready for him! But it wasn't Sherbanu that he approached. He stood behind Rani and gathered up her sari around her waist and kicked her legs apart as if she was going to get frisked. She looked like she'd been cumming herself as fluid visibly trickled down her legs. Omar thrust his monster black cock into her. She immediately had a massive orgasm, her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the counter. He kept thrusting and eventually got his cock embedded balls-deep into her pussy. Omar smiled and looked over at me. I had my dick out and was pumping it hard again... I couldn't believe it!
"Motherfucker... she's a tight one." Omar declared as he tried to pull his schlong back out again. It wouldn't move. He pulled harder... still nothing. He violently thrust back, but all that happened was for Rani to get whiplashed clean off the counter and slapped back down on it with a loud yelp. "Jesus H fucking Christ... I don't believe it... the bitch is so
tight that we're stuck!" Omar grabbed Rani's chin and dominantly forced her to look at him. "You'd better know some good pussy control tricks bitch, or we're gonna be stuck here for a while... Never had anything like this
before... are all you Paki sluts as tight as this?... don't your husbands ever fuck you?..." She couldn't answer. She could only moan and groan as her overstretched pussy worked overtime trying to accommodate the big black Interracial Gangbang Tube Black Cock Slut Wife an
inch or so of the shaft. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
"This is wrong. I can't." She was already sliding her now lubricated
hand along the entire shaft.
"Sure you can. Just be scientific about it. You're a professional,
just giving a patient some release. I don't expect you to enjoy it."
Yeah, that was it. She was a professional just giving Malcom some
release with something that had to be painful. The problem was that she
was enjoying this. She found his big black penis fascinating. It had
stopped growing at eleven inches and thickened up as wide as her wrist.
It was simply magnificent. Her vagina yearned for it even though it was
obviously too big for any woman, but then how had he had a child?
"Yeah that's it nurse, that feels so good. You really know how to take
care of a man-sized cock."
His voice startled Vera. She had been in a trance staring at it and was
surprised to find her hand swiftly gliding up and down his entire shaft.
His mighty cock throbbed with power, she could feel the blood rushing
through his veins, the heat it was giving off, even through the latex
glove. Vera brought her gloveless hand up and gripped his shaft near the
base to steady it. Her arm grew tired and she switched, using her
unprotected hand to stroke him off. She didn't care any more, she just
wanted him to cum. She switched hands several times.
"Pull it down a bit," he said.
Vera did as she was told, flexing her muscles to get the big cock from
pulling up towards his chest. It had been swelling even larger recently
and was turning an angry purplish-black. She stared fascinated at the
plum-sized head pointing at her face. Vera had a strong desire to take
it in her mouth even though she hadn't done that for her husband since
they were dating nearly two decades ago. As she stared, the long
pee-slit opened and she barely got her eyes shut in time as what felt
like a shot glass full of hot pudding hit her face.
Normal male ejaculate would barely fill a spoon so she hadn't expected
so much nor did she expect it to shoot out close to two feet to strike
her in the face. Even more unbelievable, another large wad hit her face,
then something hit her uniform blouse. She could feel it jerk in her
hands each time he ejaculated. Eventually, it quit shooting, but sperm
flowed down his shaft covering her hand like lava from a volcano.
Vera let go and walked over to her sink holding her mouth tightly shut
and only peaking out through one eye. "Thanks nurse Wringer," said
Malcom getting up and pulling up his pants. "That made the swelling go
down." She didn't say anything as he left, just slowly cleaned herself
off. The smell of semen filled her nostrils as she washed her hands. In
the mirror, she could see a little bit of sperm still on her cheek. Her
tongue lashed out and licked it up, rolling it around in her mouth
before swallowing. She suddenly wished she hadn't cleaned her face so
quickly so that she could taste him again.
*****************
"Are you still having problem with the swelling?" asked Vera at lunch
the next day.
"Always," said Malcom looking up from his tray.
"Lets finish and check it out in my office then." Vera hadn't been able
to get Malcom's giant phallus out of her mind. It filled every waking
moment since yesterday and her dreams too.
They hurried up and finished, walking back to her office only to see
Samantha Reynolds waiting for her. "Oh Sam, I forgot about you."
"That's ok Mrs Wringer, it seems I'm the forgettable type."
"Don't say that Sam," said Vera, "I just had something else on my mind."
"Yeah Sam,"said Malcom, "your a very pretty girl. My son thinks very
highly of you."
"Thanks Mr Washington." Sam felt herself blushing. "I'm just here for my
weekly allergy shot, then I'll be on my way."
"Here you go Sam," said Vera filling up a needle from a vial. The nurse
quickly poked it in Sam's arm. "That's it girl. Now run along back to
class." The bells were going off indicating lunch was over. Sam was
surprised to hear the lock turn on the latch of the door to nurse
Wringer's room as she left.
"Let me see the swelling Malcom," said Vera. "This time I need to take
your temperature."
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Take off your blouse."
"I feel more comfortable in my uniform."
Malcom slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his long dangling cock.
Vera gasped still amazed by its size. "If you ever want to touch this
again, you'll remove your clothes immediately."
"But..."
"But nothing bitch. Do as I say." Vera looked shocked, no one had ever
spoken to her like that before. She began unbuttoning her blouse. The
big black cock rose an inch as her huge tits were revealed covered only
by a plain white bra. She had gained a lot of weight giving birth to two
children, lost most of it, but her breasts remained gigantic. "Now the
skirt." Soon the skirt fell to her feet and she stepped out of it along
with her white nurse shoes. She wore a plain white garter to hold up
her white nylons. Vera made to remove it when he barked, "No, leave the
garter but take off the old lady panties."
Vera unhooked it enough to take her panties off, revealing her
well-trimmed bush. Malcom's cock was at half-mast now, pointing straight
at her. She no longer trusted herself around his dick. Her plan had been
to jerk him off again and maybe suck on it a little, but with her pussy
unprotected and dripping she wouldn't be able to resist it.
"Now the bra," he ordered pulling off his shirt.
The hook was in the front and her breasts burst forth from the bra as
she freed them. They were too big not to sag, but they were smooth,
beautiful, and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were as hard as she'd ever
seen them stripping before the hung black janitor. Both their eyes were
staring at each others chests, his at her breasts, hers at his large
muscle covered torso better then any mans she had seen before. She
glanced down watching his cock climb upward until it was pointing at an
angle towards the ceiling.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to suck your cock."
"Ask me."
"May I suck your cock Malcom?"
"Yes. Fall to your knees and crawl to me."
Vera kneeled and walked on all fours over towards where he stood beside
the cot. "You may suck it now."
Vera attacked his cock. She went nuts, kissing and licking every square
inch of his mighty shaft before taking it in her mouth.
She choked on it she was trying to cram so much down her throat. She
hadn't done this in years, but with Malcom she found herself enjoying
it. She paused gasping for air. "How's my temperature nurse?"
"Burning up," she replied.
"Say ahhh," he said watching his cock-head disappear between her lips
again.
Vera loved sucking Malcom's black sausage. She loved feeling it pulse in
her mouth, loved having the hard-ridged head slide back and forth
against her tonsils. She bobbed her head as rapidly as she could, using
her hand to stroke it while she caught her breath. She felt it growing
and though she craved his sperm the need in her pussy was greater. She
pulled her head back watching his rampant cock fly upwards. "What the
fuck are you doing bitch?" he screamed.
"Sorry, but I need it inside me."
"Put your damn lips back on my cock."
"But, I need you to fuck me."
Malcom grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards. "Shit
bitch, I ain't your limp old husband. I'll fuck you after you swallow my
cum."
Vera didn't believe him. Malcom would lose interest as soon as he came
and either want to sleep or want to get out of there as soon as
possible. At least this way she got to taste him.
It felt like someone had stuck a fire hose in her mouth and turned it on
suddenly. The big cock bucked in her throat, pumping wad after wad into
her belly. She withdrew all but the head wanting to taste him, surprised
that his wads were still large enough to fill her mouth. She used her
hands to jerk forwards on his shaft making sure every drop had entered
her mouth.
"Wow, Vera," said Malcom, "I'm impressed, you didn't spill a drop. No
woman has ever done that before."
Vera wondered just how many women had sucked on Malcom's dick. The way
he talked made it sound like a lot. At least she was special. "I still
want to see how much of it I can take in my pussy."
"Well get on the cot then. Lie on your back and spread them legs."Malcom
was in the mood to fuck her like an animal on all fours, but the cot was
to low for a good doggy fuck.
Vera climbed onto the bed, staring, mouth-agape at Malcom's cock. It had
softened a little, but was still hard enough to fuck her. Malcom just
grabbed the tip of his dick and tugged it a couple times. Amazingly it
reversed course, hardening again as big and erect as the previous time
she had seen it.
Malcom wasn't one for foreplay. He just climbed between her legs and
probed around her pussy with the head of his cock until it went in.
"Jesus," she whined, even the head felt huge. Malcom laid down on her,
covering her entire body. Her white nylon clad legs wrapped around his
thick waist making it easier for him to enter her. "Oh my god," she
moaned. Every nerve in her pussy was coming alive like never before.
"Your so big, fuck me Malcom, please fuck me."
Vera 
Best Cuckold Black Bigcock your pussy,
I
think it only fair of me to give you a wholesome fuck in return." Omar
grinned. "Hold on for the ride of your life, here comes the Kingston
piledriver!" Omar started to really pound poor Rani from behind. She was
getting tossed around again like a rag doll, but this time she was
getting
full length cock-strokes pistoning in and out of her so fast that the
sound
of his balls slapping her clit sounded like someone giving applause. It
was
also one of the wettest fucks I've ever seen. Omar started to break
things
up a bit. He changed pace and depth to get Rani to start begging him to
fuck
her. It didn't take long. Rani was soon begging for his cock, his cum
and to
be fucked in the arse. Omar was also getting her to beg for her to watch
him
do the same to her daughter. By now, she wasn't playing Omar's word
games
any more. She was getting the fucking of her life and didn't want it to
stop. She started to talk dirty because it was now turning her on, not
because that's what Omar wanted from her..
"Do you still want it up your arse slut?" Asked Omar. "Yes please...
take me
up my arse... please fuck my arse." Rani replied enthusiastically. "OK
bitch, you asked for it... but you're gonna need some preparation." Said
Omar as he waived me over and said to me. "Warm up her arse for me while
I
check out this other Paki bitch right here." Omar pulled out his massive
erection. It was covered in froth as if someone had dolloped whipped
cream
on it. He went over to Sherbanu and unplugged her arse. "Hey slut...
Paki
cunt... Are you ready for your master's cock?" He growled at Sherbanu.
She
whimpered what I thought was a yes. Not that it mattered as Omar already
had
half his monster dick up her pussy. He lunged forward, so that he went
balls-deep and then withdrew. His dick was black and shiny again. "Will
you
take a look at that..." Omar laughed. "This little Paki slut has cleaned
all
of her mama's cum off my dick with her cunt... now isn't that sweet of
her."
Omar grabbed Sherbanu's legs and placed her ankles on his shoulders.
"Oh no." I muttered into Rani's ear. "He's going to give her the
jack-hammer. Her pussy's going to be dog meat by the time he's finished
with
her. Sweet little Sherbanu's not going to be so 'little' after that."
"But
it's worth it for her to get a real man... He's just so... my god, I
need
him in me again..." She replied. Well that straightened it out for me.
Rani
had genuinely turned into a slut for his black cock in less than an
hour!...
and she wanted her daughter to be the same! I nuzzled my erection up to
her
arse, grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard as I could. She bucked and
squealed. I told her to stop her play acting as I'd seen the photos of
her
and her husband and knew that she was no anal virgin. Mind you, I don't
think her dentist husband was fucking her as hard as I was. I would be
lying
if I said that I wasn't crying inside at the sight of my girlfriend on
the
receiving end of Omar's punishing ordeal. At the same time, it was still
the
sexiest thing I've ever seen and so my feelings were very mixed Inter Racial Porno ever. He pressed his crotch against
her belly and the feel of his stiff cock made her pussy run. Sam looked
up at him. "Maybe I will finish that blow job after all." Then she
glanced at the door. Oh no, my dad just walked in the door."
"Ladies and gentlemen, students, falculty," blared the speaers. The
principal was on stage. "It's time to anounce the king and queen of the
prom. Jamal Washington and Samantha Reynolds come to the stage please."
Jamal swaggered onto the stage with Sam at his heels, shyly looking at
the floor. "Speach, speach," called the audience as the principal gave
them their crowns and stepped off the stage. Jamal didn't know what to
say. He leaned into the mike and screamed, "Go Falcons." The football
team and cheerleaders yelled back.
Sam didn't like the way Jamal was holding up his crown in one hand and
her hand in the other like she was his trophy. "I'd like to say a few
words," she said into the mike, this would be her moment off glory where
she made them all feel guilty."You see me as a butterfly where once you
saw a catepillar. I am the same classmate I have always been. The same
girl most of you ignored all year because of the way I looked and
dressed."
The audience snickered a little and she heard one whisper, "my god she's
pregnant." Sam felt sweat trickle around her nipples and looked down,
embarrassed to see her nipples were puffy and hard clearly visible to
the entire audience. Worse still, her dress was soaked around each
nipple. Sweat formed on her forehead as she struggled to continue. It
was hot on the stage.
"We are all the same, yet different. It is our differences that make us
human." There had to be a poem or something she could quote to get her
point across, but the fires in her loins was making it hard to
concentrate. "You don't see the person on the stage, you see the big
breasts."-
"How could we miss them?" yelled one of the jocks.
"What if I judged you all by the size of your boobs or your
coc..penises. Your hard beautiful, sperm-filled penises. Just what I
need in my pussy right now." The audience gasped as she reached over,
squeezed Jamal's cock through his pants, then unzipped him.
"I need to get fucked," said Sam kneeling. The audience gasped again
when they saw the size of Jamal's organ, before it quickly disappeared
in Sam's hungry mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing Sam?" said Jamal just before he got a whiff
of her. She did need to get fucked, he could smell it. "Turn the fuck
around slut and get on all fours."
They ignored the voices from the audience.
"Holy shit, he's gonna fuck her. He'll rip her in two with that thing.
Somebody stop them. Dude, this is better then a porn. Man, that pot's
some good shit. That thing is twice as big as yours Dan."
Sam forgot where and who she was as she kneeled on all fours towards
Jamal. Her short dress was already obscenely high on her legs and he
jerked it up exposing her sexy new panties. With a powerful tug, Jamal
ripped her panties off her body and tossed them onto the stage.
Sam's pussy lips spread open for him even before he touched it. She
moaned as his cock-head touched her labia. The pleasure turned into a
stab of pain as Jamal pushed forward breaking through her hymen claiming
her virginity. The pain was gone in seconds, Sam's pussy stretching out
to accomodate Jamal's large black rod. "Fuck me," she screamed. "Give me
that big black cock." Sam shuddered from an orgasm, her first, and one
bigger then most women ever experience in their entire lives.
In the audience, Kevin had been forcing his way through the crowd
watching the nightmare unfold, his worst dreams of black men were coming
true this day. He reached the stage and shook the principal. "We gotta
stop this." The old man shook his head, he seemed to shiver a little as
he stared up at the interracial couple. Kevin felt it to as he looked up
at the stage, smelling the sex coming off the two teens fucking just a
few feet away. His first desire was to take Jamal's place, the woman
needed to get fucked, even if it was his daughter. Instead of turning
hard though, his own dick was shrinking up into his scrotum. He wasn't
man enough to fuck the girl on stage. Kevin started shaking along side
the principal and several other male students close to the action.
Malcom sensed it to from across the room. He almost ran towards Sam with
every intention of fucking her, his cock as hard as it had ever been.
His son was bigger and stronger then he was though and Malcom backed
off, but not before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Malcom needed to cum and if he couldn't have the girl on the stage, he'd
settle for Darlene Duncan. The hot young teacher didn't know what hit
her as she was lifted onto the punch bowl table, Malcom pulling her
dress up over her hips. Darlene was cumming from Malcom's big cock
before she knew what hit her. Many nearby students watched their
favorite teacher getting fucked by the school's black janitor, but most
continued to stare at the stage.
Jamal pulled Sam's arms back so that her face hit the stage as he
continued to pound his incredible cock into her. He yanked her spaghetti
straps down her arms exposing her lacy bra. He used her bra strap like
reins for awhile, riding her, before unhooking it. Sam's breasts sprang
free as she pushed herself back up on all fours. They swung like huge
udders under her body. Not only did they look like udders, but they were
leaking milk onto the stage floor. She was lactating.
Sam was in a world of perpetual orgasmic bliss. She came to her sense as
Jamal's pumping began to get more erratic. He was getting close. At that
moment, it ceased being about the sex. It was all about the sperm. She
wanted his sperm bombarding her womb with seed.
She wanted a baby. Thoughts of the baby disappeared as Sam got her wish
and millions of sperm exploded into her pussy. Jamal's orgasm triggered
her own climatic one and she passed out from the pleasure. She awoke in
the throes of another orgasm. Jamal hadn't stopped for a second, he
continued pumping her pussy like an animal until he came a second time.
Jamal reluctantly withdrew hs cock after the second orgasm. He wasn't
finished with her, but he had come to his senses, remembering where he
was. He picked up the semi-comatose woman in his arms, the students
parting for him as he left the building.
Jamal's cock swung, dangling out of his pants as he carried her to the
limo. He deposited her in the car and said, "drive." However, the limo
driver didn't drive. He stared at Sam, eyes wide, nostrils flaring
staring lustily at Sam's prone body until Jamal raised the partition
gowling at the driver.
******************
"Dad."
"Jamal, where have you been?" screamed Malcom into the phone.
"I'm in a motel with Sam."
"Why didn't you call?"
"I was kind of busy," he said looking at Sam's sleeping sperm covered
form. Her cheeks were puffy, her legs were spread wide with sperm caked
around her ass hole and pussy. Jamal watched as milk from her left
nipple traveled down her body to pool in her belly button.
"You've been gone a week."
"A week?" The days had been a blur of sex, sleeping, and occassionally
eatting from the vending machine. For the first time, Jamal's cock
dangled limply, his balls aching as his enhanced metabolism worked
overtime to replace the sperm he had ejaculated.
"I talked to Hank. The Y-serum test subjects, Carol, Sam, and the others
all seemed to go into heat during the final week of enhancement. They
give off pheromones we can't resist. Hank thinks they're all pregnant,
though it's too soon to tell.
"I'm gonna have a baby?"
"I'm gona be a granddaddy. There's more, you've been expelled as has
Sam. Sam's dad hasn't filed kidnapping charges, I think he's just
disowned his daughter. I had to fuck Darlene while you were up on the
stage and we've both been fired. Not that it matters to me, but I feel
sorry for Darlene.
"I feel sorry for Sam too. I guess we can always go to night school to
get our GEDs."
********************
"That cock of yours is incredible Jamal. I can't get enough of it."
Jamal looked at Trisha, Dan's ex-girlfriend, home from college. He had
claimed his prize from the bet with Dan shortly after the prom. Trisha
had been receptive the minute he made a pass at her, practically ripping
into his pants. She had seen what Jamal's cock could do to a woman
having watched Sam climax continously on stage.
"None of the men in college measure up to you."
"You've only fucked black men I hope?"
"Yeah, no more white dick for me, but the ones I've been with haven't
been hung like you. I had to fuck ten til I found a seven incher."
"Keep trying. I can set you up with some big cock if you get desperate."
Jamal's cell phone rang and he answered it. It was the call he'd been
waiting for.
He ditched Trisha raced to the hospital where he met his father. "Sam's
having contractions," said Malcom.
"Already?"
"The baby wants out."
Later, a pretty female nurse walked out into the waiting room. "Jamal
Washington, you have a son." The nurse's eyes settled on Jamal's crotch
where the outline of his cock was clearly visible. "The boy favors his
father."
The End 
Interracialsex it was actually Sherbanu that calmed everybody down by stripping off and joining us!
Like mother, like daughter, both were exceptionally well endowed with
large breasts. Titty-fucking had been a staple diet in my sex life with
Sherbanu. She got down between my knees and wrapped my prick with her breasts. She gazed up at me and smiled as she started to bob up and down, gently fucking my dick. To see such a pretty girl do that to you is beyond comparison. Before I could cum, Sherbanu got up and sat in the armchair where I had been
and draped her legs over each arm, fully exposing her sex. As I got on
my knees to fuck her, Rani perched herself on the back of the chair and was
affectionately stroking her daughter's hair. I was soon giving her a
serious humping. My knees were not exactly winning the battle of 'wear and tear' as they rubbed on the carpet whilst fucking. I stopped for a minute to change to a more comfortable position. But Sherbanu got up and turned to her mother, telling her that it was her turn now!
Amazingly, Rani was even tighter than her daughter was and I revelled in
the sensuous caress of her inner pussy. It was so tight that I could feel it flexing around me every time I pushed in. Sherbanu knelt behind me and
was gently pushing my buttocks as I thrust, helping me penetrate her mother
even deeper. We kept switching and fucking for over an hour. They eagerly
swallowed my cum as they were forbidden to use contraception (religious
reasons, similar to Catholics... that's what they told me at least) and
didn't want to get pregnant by me. The big finale for me was to stand up
and get both of them to kneel in front of me and take turns to lick and suck my dick clean. They kept sucking me long after my knob had been cleaned and I started to get hard again. Pretty soon my semen erupted in a huge watery cascade... covering their faces and beautiful hair. Whilst they admitted that they had enjoyed our escapade, both Sherbanu and Rani swore never to repeat the event and demanded that I keep it a secret.
But I had something far more sinister in mind... I had them... I could
use them... pervert them... turn them into sluts that they only dreamed of
being in their fantasies... I could turn them over to Omar for a day... "OK... on one condition... just for today... you must do what I say, no questions or hesitations... is that agreed?" They looked at each other for a minute and then they both nodded.
"Right... get yourselves cleaned up and put on your best saris... You've
got twenty minutes... And I want you both looking pure and virginal." They
both giggled as they ran upstairs to get ready. As they were changing, I made a quick telephone call to Omar and quickly filled him in. When they
returned, my cock stiffened just looking at them.
"Excellent," I said, "let's go for a little drive." We piled into their
family car. I drove and they both sat in the back seat. I pulled up at
the side of the road in the middle of the city.
"Here we are." I said with an exaggerated tone of happiness in my voice.
They looked out the window at saw Interracial Massage And Creampie the
hell were you thinking? I forbid you to see him again."
"But we're going to the prom together," she blurted out crying and
rubbing her cheek where he slapped her.
"Over my dead body. We'll talk more later."
Kevin called her downstairs to dinner. He had ordered a pizza. Sam
nibbled at a slice while her dad talked. "It hasn't been easy raising a
daughter alone after your mom died, but I've tried to do my best. What
do you think your mom would say about you dating a black guy?"
"She hated them as much as you," said Sam.
"No, we don't hate blacks, they have their place, just not with white
people. Their not as smart as us Sam, don't you see that?
"Jamal has a genius level IQ."
"He's an abomination. Don't mention his name to me ever again."
"May I be excused? I'm not very hungry."
"Yes you may. Sam just remember I only want what's best for you."
Sam decided she needed a bath to relax and ran the hot water in the tub.
She stripped, sighing when she still saw the signs of arousal covering
her body from her hard nipples to her swollen clit. She sat back in the
tub at once worrying that she had made her father ashamed of her and
feeling that she had missed out on something with Jamal. She was torn
between family loyalty and...lust. Yes lust, there was no other word to
describe her feeling about Jamal or at least, about Jamal's cock. The
bath did nothing to alleviate her guilt or her desires.
Samantha walked into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her. She
let it fall to the floor just as her dad walked in the room. "Sam, I
don..." Kevin stopped staring in awe at the incredible female body
displayed before him. It looked like a wet playboy playmate was standing
in the room, his little girl was gone. Her chest was huge, bigger then
her mothers had been, bigger then they had appeared two weeks ago. It
was an image that would be frozen in his brain forever, a perfect female
body. It asserted his feelings about Jamal even stronger. No black would
be able to control himself around such a beautiful white woman.
"DAD, get out," she screamed.
********************
"Sam, is the coast clear?"
"Oh Jamal," she said into the phone. "Yes, dad's at work."
"Are you alright? How come you weren't at school today?"
"Dad made me go see a doctor. My body appears to be undergoing an
unusual growth spurt. The old fart doctor used it as an excuse to feel
me up." Sam left out the part where she had actually enjoyed having the
seventy year old man squeeze her breasts and examine her vagina.
"When can I see you again?"
"I don't know, my dad's got me under lock and key. I can't even go to
school until he finds out whats going on with my body."
"But the prom's in five days."
"He'll never let me go."
"If your dad is tied up at work, will you still go to the prom with me?
I can pick you up early for dinner."
"Yes, he's been acting funny around me lately, I can probably leave a
note saying I feel sick and went to bed early. We need to leave before
he gets home, but what can you do?"
"Leave it too me."
"Good, I want to finish what I started the other night." Sam coudn't
believe she said that even as her finger worked its way down to her
slit.
"Pick you up at five."
********************
"The black kid's back at your house and he's wearing a tux."
"Thanks Paul." Kevin Reynolds hung up the phone. He had asked his
neighbor to keep an eye on his daughter. The ungrateful little slut was
intent on disobeying him. Kevin left the office and got in his car, soon
he was heading home.
There was a back road that led almost straight to his house and it was
usually empty of cars. He was halfway home when he noticed the flashing
lights behind him. "Shit," he said looking at his speedometer. He was
speeding, but not excessively. No self-respecting cop would pull him
over for this.
Kevin pulled over and rolled his window down. "Look officer," he said as
the cop approached, "I need to get home and stop my dau..." The cop was
a huge muscular black man built like Jamal. He wore reflective
sunglasses over his eyes even though it was getting dark.
"License and registration please."
Kevin handed them to the cop. "Look officer, I really need to get home.
Why'd you stop me? I wasn't speeding that much."
"I didn't stop you for speeding, I stopped you for weaving. Have you
been drinking Mr Reynolds," the cop said looking at Kevin's license"
"No sir." It grated on him to call a black man sir. "I wasn't weaving."
"Are you calling me a liar?"
"No sir. That is, I didn't think I was weaving."
"Your car smells funny, do you smoke dope Mr Reynolds?"
"No sir."
"May I search your car?"
"Yes, though you won't find anything."
"Step out of the car, keep your hands where I can see them and step back
please." The cop began pulling rubber gloves on.
Kevin did as he was told. "Is this really necessary officer?" The cop
opened the passenger door and disappeared as he looked under the seat.
"Whats this then?" the cop said standing up with a large bag of grass in
his hand.
"I don't know, it's not mine."
"Are you sure," said the cop tossing Kevin the bag. "There's too much
dope there for a user, that belongs to a dealer."
Kevin examined it. Was it Sam's? Had Jamal corrupted her to the point
where she was doing or selling drugs? "I've never seen it," said Kevin
suddenly getting worried.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you Mr Reynolds."
"Wait, it must be my daughters. Please don't arrest her, she's not a bad
kid, she's just been hanging around with a bl..."
"A what, Mr Reynolds?"
"With the wrong crowd."
"You were going to say black guy weren't you?"
Kevin nodded. "How do you know it wasn't your daughter that got him on
drugs?"
"I don't, I just assumed..."
"All black men aren't drug dealers and sexual perverts Mr Reynolds. Get
in your car."
"You're letting me go?" Kevin asked, quickly getting back in his car.
"That depends." The black cop walked up to the window and began
unbuttoning his pants.
"What are you doing?" Kevin cringed back as the cop pulled the zipper
down.
"We're not all drug dealers and sexual perverts, but some of us are.
Suck my cock off and I'll forget I ever stopped you."
The bile rose in the back of Kevin's throat as the cop pulled out a
rapidly hardening dick that was twice as big as his own. The monster was
thicker too and rising as it hardened. "You black fucker, I'll have you
arrested for this."
"I'll have you arrested Mr Reynolds. I have a bag of pot with your
fingerprints all over it."
The color drained from Kevin's face. Had the cop planted it in his car
and tricked him into touching it? Was he some kind of sexual predator,
prowling the back roads for victums? It made Kevin fear for his daughter
even more knowing she was out with a black guy. "You'll never get away
with this you bastard."
"All I want is one blow job. That pot will get you ten years minimum.
They'll do a lot worse to you in prison then one little blow job. What's
it gonna be Mr Reynolds?"
Kevin stared at it at once fascinated, disgusted, and jealous. The
eleven inch black dick bobbing under his nose was impressive to say the
least. It made his own dick crawl up into his scrotum with envy. "What
if somebody sees us?"
"Then you'd better hurry."
Kevin didn't have much choice, he needed to protect his daughter. He
leaned forward and took the black cock-head in his mouth. He was no
stranger to sucking cock. When he was a teenager, he and a best friend
had been blow buddies. They had started out jerking off together, then
switched to jerking each other off. Blow jobs had been the next logical
step. Kevin had found he enjoyed sucking his friend off to the point
where he looked forward to giving as much as he did to recieving. They
had continued for a year and a half until his buddy had gotten a
girlfriend and soon after so had Kevin.
His friend's six inch dick had been dificult, but the cop's black
monstrosity was nearly impossible. This was the worst day of his life
after the day he tragically became a widow. He had to hurry to catch his
daughter. The strange thing was the more he swallowed the more he
wanted. Each time he inhaled through his nose, the smell of the black
man's cock seemed to spur him on. It was challenging, each inch down his
throat was an accomplishment. Kevin felt his efforts were rewarded when
the black man started thrusing his hips, fucking Kevin's mouth with his
cock.
********************
The big black limo driver grinned at Jamal as he opened the door for the
young black man.
Jamal got out of the limo just as Sam opened her house door and
disappeared inside without him getting a good look at her. "Go get her
sir," said the driver for King limousines.
"Thanks," replied Jamal. He looked swank in his tux and knew it. Jamal
swaggered cockily as he walked through her front door. "Sam?" he called.
"I'm coming down now," she said from upstairs.
Jamal watched through the railing as first one foot appeared and then
another. She had black high-heeled sandals on that wrapped around her
calfs. He was glad to see her toenails were red for a change. She took
another step down and he was delighted to see her legs just up above her
knees. They were superbly shaped, athletic,