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Blacks On Blondes Gangbang Nikita Denise Mandingo Our one and only experience that qualifies for your site came on our fifth anniversary. I was 42 and my wife (my second) was 28. We live in New York where I am a fairly successful investment banker. For our fifth anniversary we took a weeks vacation at an exclusive resort in St. Maarten. I love going to beach resorts with Jennifer. In fact the beach is where I originally met her not too long after my divorce. She is a knockout in a bathing suit. She is a Florida blond, about 5'6", 105 pounds and a body that perfectly fills out a bikini. She tans great and is very athletic, so the tan really accentuates her flat abs and tight legs. She's also just a blast to be with, always smiling, outgoing, real girl-next-door type. St. Maarten was great. We went down there with the intention of doing absolutely nothing for a week except sit by the beach and pool bar, drink pina colada's all day and screw all night. Like I said it was a pretty upscale place, and most people came down from Saturday to Saturday, so you got to see the same people everyday. By Tuesday we were on a first name basis with a lot of the people around the pool. In particular I had had a number of discussions with a black man about my age named Ray. He was a Wall Street lawyer with a very highly respected firm. He was down in St. Marteen celebrating his own recent divorce, so we had quite a bit in common to talk about. From what I saw that first weekend, he was also doing very well with the single women in the resort. It wasn't too surprising since he had to be at least 6'3" and had the body of a defensive end. By Wednesday we were like old friends and when I came down to the beach after lunch while Jennifer was in the spa, I gladly took a chaise lounge next to his at the private beach. He had on dark sunglasses and was nursing a hangover, which I got a big kick out of. I even got a bigger kick as he regaled me with stories of his exploits of the past few nights. He even pointed out a couple of his conquests that were strolling the beach. It was hard to believe these beautiful creatures so readily performed the acts he claimed they did. After a while of listening to his stories I had a pretty significant hard-on which my bathing suit did little to hide. I told him that I envied him, that there was still a part of me that wished I had sowed a few more oats before getting married again. "Are you kidding me man?" Ray said, looking over at me. "I would kill for what you got." He looked past me and motioned with his head. I turned and saw Jennifer coming down the beach. She had on a white string bikini that she had bought special for the trip and she looked stunning. With that bikini, and big smile, all relaxed from her massage, she was a walking wet dream. In the state I was in I desperately wanted to fuck her right there. From some of the looks she got, a few other guys wanted to also. She came over and sat down between my legs on the chaise, giving me a funny look when she felt my hard on. We spent the rest of the day at the beach. It was so hot that every twenty minutes or so, you would have to go jump in the water. At one point Ray went in by himself and came back in a few minutes. Although he was wearing a baggy swimsuit, when he came out of the water, the wet fabric stuck to him like tape, perfectly outlining his cock, which I have to admit, even I couldn't take my eyes off of, it was very impressive, if not downright intimidating. I couldn't blame Jennifer for stealing glances at it once in a while. I'm sure it was the biggest she's ever seen. Finally towards the end of the afternoon, I couldn't Nikita Denise Mandingo the school nerd. I made a bet that I could fuck her by prom." "Good luck. I prefer the challenge of a non-hormone crazed woman, but who has the time." "Thanks Hank. I'd better get home." Jamal left the pharmaceutical plant and got in his shiny bmw with the tinted windows. A little gift to himself with all the money King Enterprises was paying him. ***************** "Oh, it's you," said Sam looking up from her books at Jamal. "Yeah, I still need help with my grammar. Sorry about the other night, I was hoping you'd forgive me." "I think so. You just caught me off guard that's all. Besides, I still need help with chemistry." Jamal smiled at her and she actually smiled back a little as he sat down at their study table. "I noticed you skipped again today." "Yeah, I had to work." "How are you going to graduate high school?" "I got it covered. Look, I'm thirsty can I get you a coke or anything?" "Sure, diet." Jamal got up and left, returning with two sodas. Like a gentleman, he had opened hers already. He watched her as she drank it. "Jamal, I'm curious, why me? I mean, you've dated some of the prettiest girls in school and the dumbest, but yet you tried to kiss me." "I think you're beautiful." "Stop." "No, really. Your can't hide your looks under all that makeup and those bulky clothes. You could be as hot and sexy as any of the girls in school. Plus, like you said, those girls are idiots. You're the smartest woman I've ever met." "Thanks Jamal, I'm not used to people complimenting me," said Samantha looking down at the desk. She felt flushed and her skin felt hot, almost feverish. For some reason her panties were cold and clammy as if they were wet like she was sweating down there or something. Her nipples were scraping against her bra too, hard as rocks just like when she went swimming in cold water. "I'm not used to getting rejected," he said cockily. It wasn't just the nipple outline under her sweater, he swore he smelled her arousal. "I don't want to sound egotistical, but most women find me very attractive. Something about me just turns them on. "Interesting," she said. He was right! She was turned on. That's why her body was acting this way. She was horny. She had felt it a little around him before, but now it was strong to the point where she could think about nothing else. "Why do you wear all that black makeup and outfits anyway?" "I started after my mother died. I just went into mourning for her..." "And never stopped. I think it's time you moved on," said Jamal. "Maybe some day," she said a tear flowing down her cheek. Jamal leaned down and kissed her forehead. Sam smiled up at him, he made her feel safe, comforted, plus it was nice to have someone tell her he was attracted to her. However, Jamal didn't stop with her head, he kissed just above her glasses, then her nose, and finally her lips. Samantha didn't break away this time. It felt good to kiss a boy. She felt warm inside and her stomach felt funny. Jamal pushed his tongue against her lips and she parted them, soon pushing her own tongue into his mouth. The kiss grew more passionate and Sam lost all sense of herself. The next thing she realized while he kissed her was that his hands were gently massaging her breasts. She pushed him back. "That wasn't so bad was it?" "No," said Sam wiping some saliva off the side of her mouth. The kiss had been incredible. Unfortunately, it did nothing to quell her state of arousal. Her vagina was practically screaming for attention. "Samantha, it would be my honor if you would be my date for the prom." Wow! That completely blew her mind. She shook her head to clear it. The thought of being accepted, walking into the dance with a popular boy was tempting, but not for her. She didn't know how to dance, what to wear, and her father would never allow her to go with a black guy. "I can't Jamal, it's not my thing. I'm sorry about what just happened, I don't know what came over me. I gotta go." Jamal watched her leave. He was disappointed, but found he respected her will power. Still, he wasn't one for losing. He wanted to fuck Dan's girlfriend.The football player had been such a dickhead to him back when he was a nerd. Jamal had a last resort. ******************** "Careful dad, that's worth 1.2 mil." Malcom pocketed the syringe. "I'll be careful." "The vial should have Sam's name on it. Just pour it out and empty the syringe into it." "Could it hurt her if she doesn't get her allergy shot? No, of course not. She wont have allergies if this works." " She'll be just like us. She wont get sick, wont age, will be nearly immortal. One of the world's first enhanced women." "There she goes," said Malcom ducking behind the stairwell as Nurse Wringer left her office locking the door behind her on her way to lunch. "Good luck," said Jamal, slapping his dad on the back and heading to class. Malcom waited till the hall was clear then took out his key. He was school janitor and had access to all the rooms. He let himself into the nurse's office. He quickly found the vial of allergy medicine on the shelf with Samantha's name on it. He emptied it and then filled it with the Y-serum. Mission accomplished. Then he heard the door knob turning. "Malcom, what are you doing here?" asked Vera Wringer. She had forgotten her purse. Malcom looked up from the cot. "Oh nurse Wringer, I was feeling faint and needed to lie down." Vera pulled up a chair beside him looking concerned. She looked great for a woman in her mid-forties. Any man her age would be thrilled to have a woman in as good shape as she was. The students considered her an old woman and only paid attention to the other students or to the sexy young teachers like Darlene Duncan. Malcom on the other hand, was in his mid-forties though the X-serum kept him looking ten years younger. He found Vera very sexy. She had some extra weight on a thin frame. The weight was concentrated in all the places men found exciting, giving her a voluptuous appearance and a jiggle that made his dick hard. Her hair was a frosty blonde, rapidly going gray. Her eyes were gray also, matching her hair. High cheek bones gave her the look of a classic beauty. Her breasts were enormous to the point she probably would of considered having them reduced to ease the strain on her back. "Anything else I should know about?" "I'm feeling better now, but I've had this strange rash." "Better let me see it," she said putting on a glove. "I'd rather not, it's in an embarrassing place." "Malcom, I can assure you it isn't anything I haven't seen already. I am a nurse you know." "Anything you say nurse," he leaned up and unbuttoned his pants, watching her reaction from the corner of his eye. Her brow furrowed when he felt his cock extend another inch. She was looking at his bulge curiously. He pulled his zipper down, quickly grabbing his thick cock before it got too hard and became difficult to remove. "I know you've seen plenty like it before, but it's still embarrassing." Vera had never seen anything like it before. Malcom had a huge penis, already several inches longer then her husband's and the black man wasn't even fully erect. It defied everything she had been taught in anatomy years ago. "I-I d-don't see a rash." "Hmmm, I don't either. Look closer. Check the underside and my thighs around my balls." Vera leaned forward inadvertently, taking a strong whiff of his crotch area and finding it not unpleasant. He was making no move to touch his penis, so she grabbed it with her gloved hand. She gasped as it swelled even thicker and extended another inch. It had to be nine inches long now. She looked under it still seeing no sign of a rash. His testicles matched his penis in every way. His balls had to be a detriment like her breasts. They would always be in his way, causing discomfort and inconviencing him. They were each the size of tennis balls. The penis in her hands grew another inch. "There's the problem with the swelling too nurse Wringer. It's always this big. Is that normal?" "Nothing about your crotch area is normal Malcom," she said moving her nose in closer for another whiff. "Your a giant." "Aw come on, my son's bigger then me. I'm sure Mr Wringer's gotta come close." "No, you're a lot bigger." She couldn't even picture her husband's penis erect, it had been so long since they'd made love. Two kids and twentytwo years of marriage really put a damper on one's love life. "Too bad...for you." Malcom didn't want to push the black-white thing, being a nurse she had seen dozens of normal sized black men. "Is there anything you can do to make the swelling go down?" "No, short of giving you an ice pack for it. Try to think of unsexy thoughts." "I know," he said reaching out for some hand lotion on her desk and pouring it where her gloved hand still held his cock. "What are you doing?" "You can jerk it down for me." "I can't do that." "Please, I can't get my work done if it's like this all day. Besides, I know you want too." "I do not," she lied. "Then why are you still holding it? He watched her look with surprise at her own hand. Already the hand holding his cock was stroking about Long Black Cock Angelica Black Cumbang "You really want me to?" I took her beautiful face in my hands and said, "I want you to do whatever you want to do. We're on vacation, have fun if you want, let's just not make any habits of anything." We kissed for a bit and then she said into my mischievously in my ear, "Well, I'll give him a little dance. Give him something to think about while he's playing with himself." She got up and straightened her bathing suit out a bit as she walked over to Ray. He put on a big smile as he spread his big legs. He was wearing white pants and I could already see he had a massive hard on. I'm sure Jennifer also saw what she was walking towards. She started dancing slowly in front of him, the both of them laughing like little kids. Meanwhile, I opened the champagne bottle and took a big swig from it. I felt I needed it if I was going to watch my wife dance for another man. Jennifer turned around, grabbed the bottle from me and took a big swig herself. She handed the bottle to Ray and closed her eyes as she started to get into her dancing a bit more. Ray chugged half the bottle before staring hungrily at her perfect tits swaying in front of him. He raised the 100 dollar bill up and asked her. "Where can I put this?" Jennifer spun around, and bent over a bit, pointing her ass right towards his face. She winked at me and smiled. "Oh, I'm sure you can find somewhere to put it." She was really getting into this slutty dancer routine. My heart jumped a bit as I saw Ray put his hand on my wife's ass. He let out a groan of appreciation as he slowly slid the hundred dollar bill under the bikini. He put it all the way in so the back of his hand was completely against her ass, he then took his time, sliding his hand up and down under the fabric. Jennifer jumped a bit and spun around. I could see the hundred dollar bill near the crack of her ass through the fabric. She pushed Ray back into his seat and stayed hovering over him for a moment, her hair covering both of their faces. I knew from his angle he was getting a good long look at her beautiful breasts that were just about falling out of her top. Ray got a bit bolder and began to run his huge hands up the back of her thighs. Jennifer flinched at first, but then I guess she decided to let him get his money's worth. His hands worked their way up her legs until he cupped an ass cheek in each hand. I was so busy watching his hands I was stunned when I heard the unmistakable sound of a kiss coming from behind her hair. I then heard Jennifer softly say, "No". She pushed herself up and kept dancing in front of him as she took another swig from the bottle. He kept his hands on her hips and swayed his head along with her, as if in a trance. He then slowly spun her around until she was once again facing me. He pulled her ass towards him and began rubbing it against his crotch. Jennifer looked at me and laughed like it was a big joke, but we both knew that she had to be getting turned on by that huge piece of meat pressing against her. After a few minutes of this, Ray turned Jennifer around and put his hands on her shoulders. He then gently but firmly began to push her to her knees. Jennifer resisted a bit, "I don't think so Ray," she said, some concern in her voice. "Relax baby, nothing's going to happen that you don't want," he said, as she got to her knees in between his legs. He leaned back in the chair and put his hands on top of hers, which where resting on his knees. He started to pull her hands towards his crotch. "No Ray," she said firmly, turning to Unwanted Interracial Creampie

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The hall outside her door was noisy with the sounds students make between classes and she realized the bells she had heard had been the school bells. He had been with her an entire period! "I'll need to see you anytime the swelling returns Mr Washington," she said still lying on her back unable to close her legs. "Don't worry, before the week is out, I'm gonna fuck that plump ass of yours and fuck them big titties." Malcom winked at her and closed the door. Vera couldn't wait. ******************* "You wanna double team the nurse with me son?" asked Malcom. "That old bitch," he replied, fortyfive being old to an eighteen year old. "No thanks. I'll stick with girls my age or young women like Mrs Duncan." "Young and firm does not make up for an experienced older woman." "See you later dad, here comes Sam. Hey Sam wait up." Samantha wasn't in a good mood and didn't feel like talking. "Hi Jamal." "I was wondering if you'd like to see a movie tonight." "Jamal, I told you I'm not interested in dating you." "Just as friends then." "Really? I guess that would be ok then. Let me meet you there though. I'll tell dad I'm out with a girlfriend." "Good, by the way, is something bothering you?" "I've been feeling kind of funny for the last four days.I think I may be having a reaction to my allergy shot. **************** Later that night, "Hey Jamal, What's up?" Jamal looked up to see Dan and Trish walking towards him holding hands. He was sitting on the bench outside the theatre. "Hey, just waiting on a date. Here she comes now." Trisha sneered when she saw Samantha get out of her car in the parking lot, showing the centuries old disdain of the popular for the outcasts. Sam was wearing her typical attire black ankle-length skirt, black, bulky sweater covering up her goods, with black eye shadow and nail polish. "You get your haircut or something?" asked Dan when she walked up. "No, why?" "I don't know there's something different about you," he replied staring at her from head to toe. Samantha Reynolds looked the same, but she was glowing. Both men felt it, without changing at all Samantha had somehow become more attractive. "Come on Dan," said Trisha, "lets go inside." "Why don't you two join us?" Dan asked still staring at Sam. He was thinking about putting the moves on her to screw up Jamal's chances of winning the bet. "No thanks, we'd rather be alone," said Jamal and Sam threw him a thankful look. Trisha elbowed Dan as they walked off. "What's he doing with that freak," she asked loud enough that both Sam and Jamal heard her. "Don't let that bitch get you down Sam," said Jamal. "She's not half as smart as you and you'd even be prettier then her if you wanted to be." "I'm used to it. Lets go inside." "Don't forget this isn't a date," Sam said later after Jamal had paid for everything. "Don't worry about it. I make plenty of money. So why can't one friend treat another to a night out." They sat down several rows directly behind Dan and Trish. Jamal grabbed a piece of buttered popcorn and tossed it at the quarterback's head. "Quit it," yelled Dan turning around, but tossing a piece back. Sam grabbed a piece of well-buttered popcorn and threw it right in Trisha's hair. "Quit it Jamal," said Trisha turning around. "This is a horror movie, you want the kiddie flick next door." Sam and Jamal shared a chuckle as the movie started. The movie was your typical teen horror film complete with high school kids having sex before getting killed by a murderer in a dumb mask. Jamal's cock began to get stiff during one particular sex scene. It wasn't so much the babe on the screen as it was Samantha sitting next to him. He could smell her arousal. He glanced next to him, she was squirming around in her seat from horniness. He lifted his arm up and tried to put it around her shoulders, but she pushed him off. Sam was climbing the walls with horniness. Her whole body was tingling, her nipples were hard, indeed both her breasts were sore. Her vagina was wet making her panties cold and clammy. She had been horny and curious before, once even running a finger along her slit in the bathtub, but never anything like this. She tried to concentrate on the movie relieved when the love scene ended and the killer appeared. A scene in the movie caused everyone to jump and Sam found herself leaning into Jamal's arms for safety. This time she let him rest his powerful arm around her. He made her feel protected. She looked up at him, their faces very close. "This is not a date," she repeated, not sure what she wanted any more. "Sure," he answered, "but why can't one friend kiss another friend?" He kissed her again, her aroused state took over and she kissed back. The kiss grew more passionate and she never wanted it to end. Jamal placed his hand on her knee and began sliding it up over her skirt to the bottom of her sweater. His hand wormed its way under her sweater sending a shiver up her spine as it touched bare flesh. His fingers slid up her stomach, skillfully flicking up her bra. The shock she got went he gently pinched her right nipple was almost painful they were so sore. Sam wanted to melt into his arms, to writhe naked underneath him, but she was a virgin and planned on staying that way. His free hand was sliding up under her skirt, pushing it up her legs, and approaching her panties. Sam knew that if that hand got to her vagina it would be all over and she'd give in. "That's enough," she said pushing him back. Sam looked up at him hoping he understood. For a brief second the look he gave her was one of such fury she was afraid of him. Then the look was gone and the old Jamal was back. They both sat back in their seats looking once again at the screen. Sam reached over to his lap and grabbed a handful of popcorn. The next time she reached out her hand closed on a big knobby thing. She squeezed it automatically. It felt like the gear shift in her car except that the shaft was much bigger. She glanced over, noticing that Jamal had sat the popcorn down beside him and she was holding on to an enormous penis. "Dear god," she murmured. "What are you doing?" "I had to take it out Sam. You understand. This is all your fault. You made it this hard." "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know." Samantha hadn't released it nor could she take her eyes off it. "I've never seen a penis before. I didn't think they were this big." Penises aren't that big. Your holding a black cock in your hand. Feel free to examine it." Sam nodded testing his girth with her fingers, amazed at the gap between them. The theatre was too dark to see it well, but she slid her hands down his shaft feeling every ridge, bump, and puffy vein on it. "Oh Sam, your making it worse." "Is there anything I can do?" "Stroke me off." "What?" "Please, I'll never be able to get it back in my pants until I cum. I don't believe in masturbation. I'm asking you one friend to another, help me out." "What do I do?" "Just run your hand up and down the shaft. It'll take awhile and you may need to spit in your hand to lubricate it." "Yuck, I'm not spitting in my hand." "Here," he said handing her the popcorn bucket. "Run you hand along the inside and coat it with butter." Samantha let go of his pen...his cock, strangely finding herself reluctant to release it and ran her hand along the popcorn box. Her palm soon dripped with hot butter. She brought her palm back up to his cock, grabbed the head and stroked down. Jamal's moan of pleasure when she did was the most satisfying noise she had ever heard in her life. Samantha missed the last twenty minutes of the movie she was so focused on Jamal's thirteen inch cock. Her arm quickly grew tired and she leaned against him to use her other arm. Early on, some kind of fluid began oozing out of the tip, helping to lubricate her hands. She switched hands several times before he came. Towards the end, his cock began acting funny. It seemed to turn even harder and puffier. She could sense Jamal tensing up and he seemed to be holding his breath. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upwards, his cock sliding through her hand. It jerked and a big strand of semen shot up and over the chair in front of him. Samantha watched the wad as it flew not only over the row before them, but the next row, striking Dan in the back of the head. "Some Blacks And Blondes Big Black Dick Clips our suite, Jennifer announced that she would go get the drinks and walked towards the kitchen. His eyes firmly on her perfect ass and legs until she disappeared through the door, Ray turned to me and playfully whispered, "You mean to tell me you let something like that go to waste last night?" I just smiled and shrugged as we walked into the living room, "Hey, a guy needs a break every once in a while, to reload." I went to the stereo and put on some music. "Aw man, not me," Ray said as he flopped down into a big comfortable chair next to the sofa. "I thought I would slow down a bit at my age. But to be honest with you, I've been the same since high school. If I don't get some every few nights, I start getting downright ornery. In fact most nights, I need to get it a couple of times." Just then Jennifer walked back into the room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. "Get what a couple of times?" She asked as she put the glasses down on the table and curled up next to me on the sofa. Ray and I just looked at each other for a minute before we both started laughing. "Never mind," I said, taking the bottle from her. We killed that first bottle pretty quickly and the talk turned decidedly sexual. Ray started to once again recount some of his sexual conquests of the week. I was a little embarrassed with all the detail he went into with Jennifer sitting right there with us, but she seemed enthralled. I guess the booze helped smooth out any inhibitions. He finished the story of his Tuesday night adventure by saying, "And to top it off, I woke up the next morning to her giving me the perfect wake-up call." "What's that?" Jennifer asked, like a little kid at storytelling time. "A nice, slow morning BJ, all the way to completion," he said, staring straight into her eyes. Jennifer blushed and said, "I'm surprised you were even able to after the night you had." Ray let out a deep laugh, "Oh believe me honey, I always have enough jam for a beautiful woman. All that she wants." He eyes were boring into her as he said this. There was a very nervous silence then and I could feel Jennifer's heart beating through her back. She broke the silence by looking at the empty champagne bottle. "Time for a refill I guess," she said, standing up suddenly. She wobbled a bit as she grabbed the bottle, the alcohol obviously starting to get to her. Ray let out a deep "Ummm" as she bent over and then asked, "Jennifer honey, would you do me a favor?" "Sure, what?" she asked, straightening up. "Would you mind putting on that white bikini you were wearing the other day?" Jennifer laughed, looked quickly at me and then back at Ray, "Are you serious?" "As a heart attack baby." He smiled. "C'mon, it's our last night. And I really need something to remember you by." He looked at me. "If that's okay with your husband." They both looked at me then and I just smiled. "I sure wouldn't mind seeing it one last time." Jennifer just gave me a look like, "What are you getting me into?" and walked towards the kitchen. Ray spoke up, "Of course, you don't have to if you don't want to Jennifer." She didn't answer as she went into the kitchen. Ray and I sat there listening as we heard her open the refrigerator and then leave by the other door towards the bedroom. "You know Mark," Ray said, "things could get a little out of hand here. That okay with you?" "What do you mean, Sucking Big Black Dick Black Cock Sex and firm. Sam wasn't wearing nylons, but her skin was perfect, unblemished, and smooth. His dick twitched when he saw how short her dress was, it stopped more then halfway above her knee. Her hand touched the railing, it too had red nail polish and her arm was bare. Next was her ass, it was perfectly formed, well-rounded, two globes curving outwards and inwards to her back. Jamal had never seen her wear such a form-fitting ouftit, but he knew her ass hadn't been this exciting. This was the work of the Y-serum. Jamal watched her thin, curvacious waist appear and she turned revealing just a hint of bare back to him. His dick extended an inch when he saw her breasts. They had been a nice, full C-cup, he guessed, now they were large DD's, big, firm, and upthrust like the fake ones on pornstars, but all too real. She was showing an ample amount of cleavage, his eyes zooming in between her breasts so that he missed her face until she cleared her throat at the bottom of the steps. He looked up at her, his heart skipping a beat. "My god, your beautiful," he said. Sam had forgone her black, morose make-up and was wearing red lipstick match her nails. Most impressive however, was her raven-black hair. He was seeing it down for the first time. She had curled it up so that the end just touched her shoulders. The body framed her face prettily with just the tip of one cute ear poking out. "Thanks." Sam blushed at his reaction. "You look dashing yourself. I hope my dress is ok," she said trying unsuccessfully to pull it down. "It fit the other week when I bought it." Sam hoped she wasn't giving him the wrong impression. For the first time in three weeks she had awoken not horny. She was ashamed of her behaviour and hoped he wouldn't be too upset when she would tell him later that they would just stay friends. She did have a strong desire to see his cock again and the thought made her feel hot like she was feverish. "That dress is hot. You're one fine lookin bitch." "Jamal!" "I'm sorry, I mean you look incredible in it. This is for you." Jamal held up a white corsage that would look great against her dress. His hands were shaking as he pinned it on her. It took every ounce of his will not to rip off that dress to see her boobs. "What now?" "Now my dear, we're off to the city where I shall wine and dine you." ******************** "Say it, you pussy." "I want your big black cock. Please cum in my mouth." The cop thrust his cock back into Kevin's mouth and started thrusting his hips again. Kevin felt humiliated. The cop had pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth as his orgasm approached and forced Kevin to feed his ego. He did this several times dragging this blow job out so that it had lasted over a half hour. Samantha was probaby long gone. The other humiliating thing was that there was some truth to what the cop had made him say. The cop's huge dick was fascinating even if it was black. It seemed to dominate Kevin into submission just by it's presence. Kevin suddenly choked as the cop's long snake-like cock began bucking down his throat. The black man was cumming sending several wads of sperm into Kevin's belly. He hadn't planned on swallowing any and the thought disgusted him so that he drew back. The cock-head was forced out of his throat into his mouth. Kevin's mouth filled with sperm to the point where his cheeks bulged out and he was forced to swallow more to keep from choking. Kevin had let his friend cum in his mouth, but he had always spit it out. Plus it had only been the size of a tea spoon. The amount the black man came was unnatural. Kevin was forced to swallow another load, this time holding his throat open so that it slid down into his belly. He had forgotten how hot and tasty it was as he waited for the next wad. The black man had other ideas. The cop quickly withdrew his cock and shot another huge wad in Kevin's face, some semen hitting his suit and staining it. Kevin held his eyes loosely shut as sperm dripped down his face. He could vaguely make out the cop stroking his dick until the last drop had flown out to ruin Kevin's suit. "Your free to go Mr Reynolds. Have a nice day." Kevin had just wiped his eyes clean as the cop sped off. He wasn't sure, but he swore the cop car had been from a neighboring county. The cop had been out of his jurisdiction. Kevin raced home and wasn't surprised to see it empty. "They left about thirty minutes ago," called his nosy neighbor Paul from his yard. "Hey, what's that all over your face?" "Bird got me," he yelled back over the hedges holding his hand over the dried sperm caking his face. "Thanks for the info." Kevin ran inside to change and take a quick shower. After gargling several times to get the semen taste out of his mouth, close to another hour had passed by the time he set off in pursuit. He planned on checking all the nearby fancy restuarants and if it came down to it, marching into the prom to get his daughter. ******************** Sam was in a daze as she left the city. Jamal had taken her to a classy restaurant in downtown Manhattan. They had been treated like royalty, the food practically melting in her mouth. There were a lot of muscular black men in the restaurant and they all showed great respect for Jamal calling him Mr Washington. The server even let them drink wine without questioning their age. If the spectre of an angry father wasn't looking over her shoulder, this would have been the best night of her life. The limo had a stocked bar and they drank more on the long drive back. They clinked champagne glasses as Jamal said, "Here's to friends." "To friends," Sam agreed. "You have beautiful eyes," said Jamal. "I never noticed under your glasses." "It's the weirdest thing Jamal. My eyes have cleared up. I don't need glasses anymore." "Good, it's a crime to cover them up. Now, since it's a long ride to the prom and the driver can't see us with the blind up, why don't we finish what we started the other night." Jamal started unbuttoning his pants. The thought of seeing his cock again thrilled her and the booze was making her horniness return, but she shook her head no laying her hand on his arm to stop him. "No Jamal, I'm sorry, I'm ashamed of the way I've been acting over the last three weeks. I don't know what came over me." "Another hand job then?" "No, I don't think that's a good idea." Jamal appeared angry with her most of the ride to the prom and the conversation was muted. He perked up when they pulled up to the school gym. The limo driver opened the door and Jamal stepped out to cheers from the football team. The cheering stopped when he helped her out. They were staring at her, mouths agape, eyes roaming her body. One whistled. Sam wasn't used to getting stared at with anything but disdain. She could get used to this. It wasn't just the football team, it was almost everyone. Most didn't even recognize her. "Sam you look gorgeous." It was Malcom working the prom. "Let me get some pictures of you two." Malcom seemed the proud father. After taking some standard shots, Malcom pulled Jamal asside and Sam went to get some punch, she was feeling very hot. "Son, Hank has been trying to get a hold of you. He says there's an unforeseen side effect to the Y-serum." "Serious?" He felt a moments concern for Samantha. "He didn't sound upset, he seemed excited. He wants you to call as soon as possible." "It'll have to wait until tommorrow. Thanks Dad." "I'm proud of you son." Jamal nodded at his father and went to find Samantha. Raymond Duncan was chaperoning the door with his wife. The husband Jamal had cuckholded wouldn't look him in the eye as he stepped up to Darlene and kissed her on the cheek. "Mrs Duncan you look ravishing." His teacher-slut smiled at him and he deteced the hint of jealousy in her eyes as he entered the building. Jamal spotted Samantha surrounded by several guys trying to hit on her. She looked trapped, not sure how to handle the attention. The boys were trying to keep it real, but none could keep their eyes off her breasts. He felt nothing, but contempt for the stupid white boys. Dan stopped him before he could save Sam. "Damn Jamal, she's fucking fine. If I knew she was hiding that body under those bulky black clothes, I would of gone after her years ago. She makes Trisha look like a child. So did you do it?" "Dan, As much as I hate to admit it, you may have found the one girl I can't fuck." "Told you so. You have until midnight to fuck her." "Shame we didn't bet your girlfriend I could of had her within several days." Jamal left before Dan could respond. The pack of horny boys seperated from Sam as the giant black teen loomed over them. "Care to dance?" "I've never danced before," she replied. "I'll lead." The next two hours were a blur of dancing and socializing. Sam was having the time of her life though she still felt out of place talking to the popular teens and being stared at so much. Sam leaned her head into Jamal's chest as they slow danced. The heat she had been feeling seemed more intense and it was concentrating in her crotch. The powerful horniness that had possessed her the last three weeks was returning stronger then ever. Julia Bond Blacks On Blondes between her legs and vigorously eat her out. Jennifer grabbed his head, closed her eyes and rode his tongue to a very quick and very loud orgasm. Getting her off really seemed to work up Ray because he stood up in front of her with a raging hard on and gave her an animal look. "Goddamn baby, I am gonna fuck you hard." "Oh god yeah," Jennifer said, matching his intensity as she lifted her hips up and pulled her bikini bottom off. "I need you to fuck the shit out of me right now." I was amazed at the way she was talking, we had never reached a fever pitch like this even in our most intense lovemaking sessions. Ray pulled her to the edge of the chair and put her spread legs over each arm so that her pussy was gaping right in front of him. He then got on his knees so that his cock was perfectly lined up. He held his cock down and pressed the massive head of it against her entrance. She was literally begging for more as he slowly started to work his cock into her. He kept pushing until he had about ninety per cent in and that was it, it must have hit her cervix or something because she grimaced and then moaned, "My god you're like a fucking horse!" He then slid his now-wet cock slowly out, pulling her cunt lips out with it. They began to fall into a rhythm and he pressed himself on top of her and began kissing her as he pumped his cock in and out of her. From where I was I could see his black monster splitting my poor wife apart. I knew she would never be the same after this. I thought he might have been pounding too hard, but Jennifer grabbed Ray's ass and pulled him even harder into her. "Fuck me Ray, Fuck me fuck me fuck me," she panted. Ray was sweating like a beast now as he tried to keep up with her. He pulled his cock out with a sloppy plop and quickly flipped her over so that she was in perfect doggy style over the chair. "Ooooooh yeah," she moaned as she wiggled her ass, anxiously waiting for his cock to get back in her. Ray obliged and quickly started to pound into my wife, his massive balls slapping against her pussy as he fucked her. I once again began to worry about her, but she's a strong girl and took everything he could give, she even reached down and massaged his balls as he pumped away. Ray was grabbing her ass and started to play with her asshole. She responded immediately, moaning even louder. He wet his thick pointer finger in his mouth before working it slowly into her asshole. Jennifer started to buck like wild and had what seemed to be one long continuous orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore and came once again in my hand. Ray was good for at least another half hour as he fucked my wife in every position - on the floor, standing up, you name it. Finally he had her back on the chair in the original position and was pumping away when he threw his head back and moaned as he slammed his cock deep into her. I could see his balls moving up and down as they unloaded another gusher of semen. As he pulled his cock out it was slick with thick white cum. Jennifer instantly slid down and laid down on the floor beneath his cock and cleaned it off once more. I slunk off to bed to let them say goodbye to each other and fell asleep waiting for Jennifer. When I woke the next morning, the suite was empty. I called over to Ray's room and he answered, telling me that Jennifer had just left his place and was coming back to me. "That is one hungry little wife you got there brother. She woke me up my favorite way." I hung up the phone, not knowing how to respond to that, and not knowing how I would ever be able to satisfy my wife again. Mandingo X the school nerd. I made a bet that I could fuck her by prom." "Good luck. I prefer the challenge of a non-hormone crazed woman, but who has the time." "Thanks Hank. I'd better get home." Jamal left the pharmaceutical plant and got in his shiny bmw with the tinted windows. A little gift to himself with all the money King Enterprises was paying him. ***************** "Oh, it's you," said Sam looking up from her books at Jamal. "Yeah, I still need help with my grammar. Sorry about the other night, I was hoping you'd forgive me." "I think so. You just caught me off guard that's all. Besides, I still need help with chemistry." Jamal smiled at her and she actually smiled back a little as he sat down at their study table. "I noticed you skipped again today." "Yeah, I had to work." "How are you going to graduate high school?" "I got it covered. Look, I'm thirsty can I get you a coke or anything?" "Sure, diet." Jamal got up and left, returning with two sodas. Like a gentleman, he had opened hers already. He watched her as she drank it. "Jamal, I'm curious, why me? I mean, you've dated some of the prettiest girls in school and the dumbest, but yet you tried to kiss me." "I think you're beautiful." "Stop." "No, really. Your can't hide your looks under all that makeup and those bulky clothes. You could be as hot and sexy as any of the girls in school. Plus, like you said, those girls are idiots. You're the smartest woman I've ever met." "Thanks Jamal, I'm not used to people complimenting me," said Samantha looking down at the desk. She felt flushed and her skin felt hot, almost feverish. For some reason her panties were cold and clammy as if they were wet like she was sweating down there or something. Her nipples were scraping against her bra too, hard as rocks just like when she went swimming in cold water. "I'm not used to getting rejected," he said cockily. It wasn't just the nipple outline under her sweater, he swore he smelled her arousal. "I don't want to sound egotistical, but most women find me very attractive. Something about me just turns them on. "Interesting," she said. He was right! She was turned on. That's why her body was acting this way. She was horny. She had felt it a little around him before, but now it was strong to the point where she could think about nothing else. "Why do you wear all that black makeup and outfits anyway?" "I started after my mother died. I just went into mourning for her..." "And never stopped. I think it's time you moved on," said Jamal. "Maybe some day," she said a tear flowing down her cheek. Jamal leaned down and kissed her forehead. Sam smiled up at him, he made her feel safe, comforted, plus it was nice to have someone tell her he was attracted to her. However, Jamal didn't stop with her head, he kissed just above her glasses, then her nose, and finally her lips. Samantha didn't break away this time. It felt good to kiss a boy. She felt warm inside and her stomach felt funny. Jamal pushed his tongue against her lips and she parted them, soon pushing her own tongue into his mouth. The kiss grew more passionate and Sam lost all sense of herself. The next thing she realized while he kissed her was that his hands were gently massaging her breasts. She pushed him back. "That wasn't so bad was it?" "No," said Sam wiping some saliva off the side of her mouth. The kiss had been incredible. Unfortunately, it did nothing to quell her state of arousal. Her vagina was practically screaming for attention. "Samantha, it would be my honor if you would be my date for the prom." Wow! That completely blew her mind. She shook her head to clear it. The thought of being accepted, walking into the dance with a popular boy was tempting, but not for her. She didn't know how to dance, what to wear, and her father would never allow her to go with a black guy. "I can't Jamal, it's not my thing. I'm sorry about what just happened, I don't know what came over me. I gotta go." Jamal watched her leave. He was disappointed, but found he respected her will power. Still, he wasn't one for losing. He wanted to fuck Dan's girlfriend.The football player had been such a dickhead to him back when he was a nerd. Jamal had a last resort. ******************** "Careful dad, that's worth 1.2 mil." Malcom pocketed the syringe. "I'll be careful." "The vial should have Sam's name on it. Just pour it out and empty the syringe into it." "Could it hurt her if she doesn't get her allergy shot? No, of course not. She wont have allergies if this works." " She'll be just like us. She wont get sick, wont age, will be nearly immortal. One of the world's first enhanced women." "There she goes," said Malcom ducking behind the stairwell as Nurse Wringer left her office locking the door behind her on her way to lunch. "Good luck," said Jamal, slapping his dad on the back and heading to class. Malcom waited till the hall was clear then took out his key. He was school janitor and had access to all the rooms. He let himself into the nurse's office. He quickly found the vial of allergy medicine on the shelf with Samantha's name on it. He emptied it and then filled it with the Y-serum. Mission accomplished. Then he heard the door knob turning. "Malcom, what are you doing here?" asked Vera Wringer. She had forgotten her purse. Malcom looked up from the cot. "Oh nurse Wringer, I was feeling faint and needed to lie down." Vera pulled up a chair beside him looking concerned. She looked great for a woman in her mid-forties. Any man her age would be thrilled to have a woman in as good shape as she was. The students considered her an old woman and only paid attention to the other students or to the sexy young teachers like Darlene Duncan. Malcom on the other hand, was in his mid-forties though the X-serum kept him looking ten years younger. He found Vera very sexy. She had some extra weight on a thin frame. The weight was concentrated in all the places men found exciting, giving her a voluptuous appearance and a jiggle that made his dick hard. Her hair was a frosty blonde, rapidly going gray. Her eyes were gray also, matching her hair. High cheek bones gave her the look of a classic beauty. Her breasts were enormous to the point she probably would of considered having them reduced to ease the strain on her back. "Anything else I should know about?" "I'm feeling better now, but I've had this strange rash." "Better let me see it," she said putting on a glove. "I'd rather not, it's in an embarrassing place." "Malcom, I can assure you it isn't anything I haven't seen already. I am a nurse you know." "Anything you say nurse," he leaned up and unbuttoned his pants, watching her reaction from the corner of his eye. Her brow furrowed when he felt his cock extend another inch. She was looking at his bulge curiously. He pulled his zipper down, quickly grabbing his thick cock before it got too hard and became difficult to remove. "I know you've seen plenty like it before, but it's still embarrassing." Vera had never seen anything like it before. Malcom had a huge penis, already several inches longer then her husband's and the black man wasn't even fully erect. It defied everything she had been taught in anatomy years ago. "I-I d-don't see a rash." "Hmmm, I don't either. Look closer. Check the underside and my thighs around my balls." Vera leaned forward inadvertently, taking a strong whiff of his crotch area and finding it not unpleasant. He was making no move to touch his penis, so she grabbed it with her gloved hand. She gasped as it swelled even thicker and extended another inch. It had to be nine inches long now. She looked under it still seeing no sign of a rash. His testicles matched his penis in every way. His balls had to be a detriment like her breasts. They would always be in his way, causing discomfort and inconviencing him. They were each the size of tennis balls. The penis in her hands grew another inch. "There's the problem with the swelling too nurse Wringer. It's always this big. Is that normal?" "Nothing about your crotch area is normal Malcom," she said moving her nose in closer for another whiff. "Your a giant." "Aw come on, my son's bigger then me. I'm sure Mr Wringer's gotta come close." "No, you're a lot bigger." She couldn't even picture her husband's penis erect, it had been so long since they'd made love. Two kids and twentytwo years of marriage really put a damper on one's love life. "Too bad...for you." Malcom didn't want to push the black-white thing, being a nurse she had seen dozens of normal sized black men. "Is there anything you can do to make the swelling go down?" "No, short of giving you an ice pack for it. Try to think of unsexy thoughts." "I know," he said reaching out for some hand lotion on her desk and pouring it where her gloved hand still held his cock. "What are you doing?" "You can jerk it down for me." "I can't do that." "Please, I can't get my work done if it's like this all day. Besides, I know you want too." "I do not," she lied. "Then why are you still holding it? He watched her look with surprise at her own hand. Already the hand holding his cock was stroking about Nikita Denise Mandingo look at me. I was about to say something when Ray said, "C'mon Jennifer, Mark told me I could do this." Jennifer looked at him and then turned to stare at me. I couldn't tell if she was angry or not. "Is this true?" I stammered a bit, then said, "I told him he could do whatever you let him. I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." She looked at me a bit longer and then turned back to Ray. She didn't fight him this time as he pulled her hands along his thighs and gently placed them on the giant bulge in his crotch. He moved her hands up and down a few times and then took his hands off. She kept rubbing slowly on her own as he leaned all the way back. I moved down the couch to get a better look at what she was doing. She paid no attention to me as she looked up at Ray. She kept rubbing his crotch while he reached up and rubbed her breasts, tweaking her nipples, which were jutting through the thin fabric. He sat up and put his arms around her, his big hands reaching down and once again grabbing her tight little ass. He then gave her a deep soul kiss. From where I was sitting I could see her cheeks bulge out from his tongue moving around inside her mouth. Suddenly a massive wave of guilt and maybe a little fear swept through me and I said, "Jen, hon, maybe this isn't right. I don't want you to do anything you don't want." They broke off their kiss and looked at me, their cheeks almost touching. It was as if they had forgotten I was even there. Jennifer's eyes were half closed. I could see she was lost, she had no intention of stopping. Ray looked back at her but talked to me as he leaned back in the chair. "Shhhh Marky boy, don't worry buddy, she's in good hands." Jennifer stayed obediently on her knees watching transfixed as Ray unbuttoned his shirt, then undid his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. She let out a little gasp when she saw he wasn't wearing any underwear and there, lying straight up on his belly, was a rock hard black cock about as big as her arm. She slowly slid her hand up his thigh and touched it. "Oh my god," she said softly as she circled her fingers around it and started to jerk it a bit. "Wait a second baby," Ray said, "Let me get these pants off." He pushed the chair back a bit and stood up, kicked his shoes off and then peeled off his pants. When he straightened up, his massive cock was pointing right in Jennifer's face. She reached up and started to jerk him off with both hands, staring straight at the huge head a couple inches from her face. I was laying down on the couch now, not more than two feet away, subconsciously rubbing my own hard on. Ray's cock was like a huge muscle, it was fully rigid with a thick vein that wrapped around it. When Jennifer pulled on it, the thin outer skin just seemed to slide back and forth, as if over a metal pole. "Oh my god," Jennifer let out again. A good amount of semen had started to leak out of the tip and was lubricating Jennifer's hands as she rubbed the shaft. Ray put his hands lightly on the back of her head and pushed her gently towards his cock. I saw my wife's tongue come and gently lick some semen from his pee hole. Ray let out a low, animal like groan and pushed her a little harder. Jennifer opened her mouth and slid about half the head in, letting out a moan as she did. I now had my cock out as I was watching. Jennifer began to bob her head back and forth on Ray's cock, working more and more of it into her mouth. He kept his hands on her head, pumping in and out, literally fucking her face. She had never deep throated me, and I'm only about 7" inches, but she was getting at least eight inches of
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