E&I University 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2010

Note: This story was originally released in 3 parts.

September 2001 Year one, First semester

Guten tag and hello. My name is Vicca and I live in Hamburg,
Germany. I would very much like to attend your university in
America. It is my dream to become a professional dancer.

"Please enjoy this slideshow of my life." Vicca narrated her
pictures. "This is my family, my father Heinrich, Ursula my
mother, und mien brother Otto. This is my dog, Mikhail. You can
guess which dancer he is named after. This is me in costume
performing a traditional German folk dance. I also enjoy
traveling. This is me skiing in Switzerland. This is me in the
Greek islands with my boyfriend Joachim."

Vicca wasn't certain if showing the picture of herself in a tiny
bikini on a beach in Greece was appropriate for a college
application, but, as it turned out, it assured her a place in the
fall semester at Long Island University.

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

Dr. Jubal Mfune, the new Dean of Long Island University, relaxed
in his office reviewing applications for the new school year. LIU
had been failing and about to close its doors when a generous
grant from King Enterprises had saved the small art college.
Solomon King's conditions were simple. First, Jubal would become
the new Dean. Second, the current school board would resign. The
state of New York also matched King's grant as it had a vested
interest in keeping the school open. After the initial grant, the
state would have nothing to do with keeping the school running.
The college would essentially be independent.

Solomon King had become famous in New York over the last ten
years. He was well known as a philanthropist and had been on the
cover of Time magazine. King ran a rehabilitation house for newly
released prisoners and troubled teens. Criminals who had gone
through his rehabilitation program had an 83% chance of staying
out of prison. No one seemed to notice that the 17% of criminals
who ended up back in jail were almost always white.

The government was thrilled to see dozens of rehabilitated
African Americans and state funding was increased. In the future,
the numbers would go from dozens to hundreds of ex-cons seeking
rehab. King believed in discipline and physical fitness. His
graduates were all fit and muscular men, but they were still
mostly undereducated. That is where Long Island University fit
in.

Jubal looked up at his television when he heard Sharpspeare's
name mentioned. The polemic reverend was currently being
considered for enhancement. The anchorman continued, "The
Governor announced today a new plan called edufare. Edufare is
the brain child of the Reverend Al Sharpspeare seen here shaking
hands with the governor. The state of New York will be paying
college tuitions for rehabilitated former prisoners. The press
conference was interrupted by a lone protester."

"I don't want my daughter going to a college with criminals."

The governor paused. "This program is a new idea and a test. The
former prisoners are mostly those with drug offenses not serious
felons. I don't know how King does it, but his rehabilitation
center has kept these offenders off drugs. An education is the
next step in making them productive citizens."

"How come the money only goes to blacks? Isn't that
discrimination?"

Reverend Sharpspeare jumped in before the microphone. "What you
call discrimination, I call reparations and if something ain't
done there will be recriminations. Amen!"

Jubal turned the television off and continued reviewing video
tapes for the new students. Any woman the least bit attractive he
added to the accepted pile. Most white males he simply discarded.
The white men he accepted were mostly wimpy out-of-shape losers
or obvious homosexuals of which there were many (it was an art
school after all). Naive young college girls would find
themselves surrounded by weak white men and powerful black men.
It should be a massacre, thought Jubal. Especially with all the
Xcite laced water coolers around the college. In a year or so,
they would hook up Xcite dispensers to the main water supply and
by then there would be more enhanced black students.

Long Island University was founded in the sixties by left wing
radical types. They sought to create a school dedicated to the
artistic pursuits. The main courses were originally music, dance,
and art. In the seventies, drama and film were added. In the
eighties, writing and modeling courses were offered. Now, in
2001, new classes were being added dealing with business and
computer programming mostly for the newly enhanced black's
benefit.

Jubal walked out onto his balcony and looked out over the small
30 acre college and home to 1300 students. He could see the
school's athletic facility, the Kappa Gamma sorority house, and
the three main halls, King Hall, Garvey Hall, and the Martin
Luther King Jr. Halls, East and West, all newly named.

The school merged with the surrounding town of Farmersville near
Stony Harbor. The town was mostly old houses, many with rooms
rented to students. There wasn't much to do in Farmersville.
There were a few shops on main street with two bars and there was
the nearby Hampton-Harbor mall. There was also a school of
nursing just off campus run by the Hampton-Harbor Hospital.

Solomon had called this project, "both a training ground and a
recruiting ground for new talent."

This year, fifteen newly enhanced would learn how to run a small
business, program computers, and make movies. Next year there
would be many more. Naive young girls would find their acting
classes were leading them into porn and their dance classes would
teach them how to strip. Aspiring models would be hired by E&I
Modeling.

Jubal couldn't wait for the official reopening of the college.

First Semester-

Vicca finished unpacking just as her door opened. "Hi, I'm Peg,"
said A teenager entering the room. “I’m your new roommate.” Peg
had arrived earlier and was already unpacked. Peg was an
attractive, lithe brunette with long legs and straight brown hair
falling past her shoulders. One ear peeked out from her hair.

"I'm Vicca."

"German?"

"Yes, from Hamburg."

"Cool. I'm from next door, in Jersey. What's your major?"

"Dancing."

Peg's eyes lit up. "Me too!" Peg came over and embraced Vicca.
"I'm sure we're going to be great friends. I was so nervous I
might get stuck with someone I didn't like."

"Me too," replied Vicca.

"Wanna go down to the Dean's office? They are about to hold a
ribbon cutting."

"Let us go then."

"You're quite the looker," said Peg as they left. "You're going
to be competition with the boys. This school is 67% female you
know. Way too much estrogen."

"I have boyfriend back home, though we have agreed to see other
people."

The two girls followed the crowd to the ribbon cutting ceremony.

Vicca couldn't get close to the outdoor stage as it was
surrounded by students and reporters. Even from her vantage point
it was a strange sight. Four black men stood beside two white
men. Three of the black men completely dwarfed the white men. The
whites were the Governor of New York and the Mayor of
Farmersville. Both men appeared uncomfortable. One by one the
blacks gave a speech and she discovered who they were. First was
Solomon King, the school's benefactor. Vicca sensed how relieved
many of the third and fourth year students were to have their
school saved. They applauded King with gusto. The second black
man was her Dean, Jubal Mfune. He had a slight accent and she
learned after reading his bio, that he was an émigré from the
Sudan when he was young. The third black was Reginald Jordan, the
lawyer who had helped save the school. The last was the Rev. Al
Sharpspeare, who occasionally made the news even in Germany. He
was the size of the white men, slightly chubby, with wavy
black/gray hair and dressed in a ridiculous mauve jumpsuit with a
gold necklace.

The ribbon was cut and there was a smattering of applause.

One of the reporters shouted out, "Governor, is it true that this
college is a testing ground of the new Edufare program? Is that
the connection with Solomon King"

The governor rolled his eyes. "I'm not at liberty to say. The
whereabouts of the Edufare students is a matter of privacy. No
more questions."

The crowd broke up. Vicca and Peg left to scout out their new
college. Near the athletic facility the girls passed six huge
black youths playing basketball. They were tall and muscular like
King, Sharpspeare, and the Dean. Many had their shirts off, their
black skin glistening from sweat. Several white girls were in the
stands watching the game. Peg stared at the blacks and frowned.

The girls passed several sorority and fraternity houses, but had
no interest in joining them. Vicca was here to learn how to dance
and someday hoped to dance on Broadway.

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

Vicca and Peg left their first class which was on modern dance.
Both had enjoyed it and were pleased. They barely noticed the
blacks until one whistled. Vicca frowned, but waved at him. They
was passing the basketball courts again and it was one of the
players. Other players were also checking both girls out. A dozen
or so white girls were in the stands watching the game.

Vicca was used to male attention. She had long brown hair and
dark eyes. Her figure was amazing with large, full breasts, yet a
lean, fit figure, and long dancer's legs. It was a hot Indian
summer and she had worn a short skirt and flowered tank top.
Generally, she liked male attention, but it had never come from
giant black men before. Peg stared back at the black boys as
Vicca kept walking

They hurried to her ballet class. The professor teaching ballet
was a pretty woman. She looked like a ballerina with her hair up
in a roll and her thin body. Professor Denise Fitzgerald passed
out a little box to each student. Vicca opened hers. Inside was a
strap with a large ball attached to the inside. "Class, you will
not be graded on this. However, each student will be expected to
practice with the ball gag until they can hold it in their mouths
for more then thirty minutes without gagging. This will help
strengthen the lungs and enhance your ability to breath through
your nose."

"You know what else it will help with?" whispered Peg, sitting
behind Vicca.

Another girl named Lucy responded, "Fuck that. As horny as I've
been, doing that would be a waste of my time."

"Unless he does you back." Both girls giggled.

Back at their dorm, Vicca tried the ball gag on. The ball was the
size of a golf ball. She quickly gagged and was forced to pull it
out. When she opened her eyes, Peg had her mouth stuffed and her
eyes were closed in concentration. Peg held out for several
minutes before gagging.

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

Months later…

Vicca found herself staring at a wide masculine chest. She looked
up into Dean Mfune's black face. Professor Fitzgerald had asked
Vicca and Peg to stop by her office and Vicca had nearly been
bowled over by the Dean as he left the professor's office. Peg
had bumped into Vicca's back. Vicca stepped out of the way and
the Dean continued on without apologizing. "Vicca, Peg, please
come in," called Denise Fitzgerald from inside.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?"

"Take a seat. Like some water?"

"Yes, please." Vicca watched her professor pour a glass of water
from a water cooler and hand it to her, then to Peg. The young
German girl observed her teacher. The professor's cheeks were
flushed and puffy. "You feeling all right, Professor?"

"I've never felt better."

Denise leaned back and Vicca couldn't help noticing her teacher's
nipples were erect and prominent through her blouse. "You wanted
to see us?"

"Yes, Vicca. I wanted to express to you what a pleasure it has
been being your teacher this semester. You have the potential to
be one of the best ballet dancers I've ever taught, despite your
figure."

Vicca's breasts were larger then your typical waifish ballet
dancer. "Why, thank you, professor. Thank you very much."

"Thank you, Vicca. Peg that goes the same for you. You're a
natural at ballet. I hear you are doing well in your other dance
classes too. As for both of you, I'd like to see you broaden your
range a bit. You haven't signed up for any electives."

"I didn't see any that interested me." In truth, Vicca had found
the electives somewhat strange.

"Me neither." Peg concurred on the classes.

"That's fine, but one of the school's benefactors has provided us
with scholarships for two of the electives per semester. I'm
authorized to select a promising student to give this scholarship
to and I'd like it to be shared by you two."

"I'm honored, professor." Peg blushed with pleasure and downed
her cup of water.

"Then you accept?"

"I do."

"Wonderful. And you Vicca?"

"I don't see why not. Extra credit can not hurt."

"Great. Here's a list. Sign up for your first electives before
the break."

"I'll do that, professor." Vicca stood and finished her little
cup of water. Peg stood up beside her.

Vicca left the office reading through the list of electives. They
were strange with classes like, African tribal dancing 101, the
history and art of the strip tease, and modern exotic dancing.
Vicca's eyes fell on one titled Moroccan belly dancing. That
didn't sound so unusual and might even be interesting. She'd sign
up for that one. "Belly dancing, I think."

"Cool, that sounds kinda sweet actually. Men love that shit. I
think I'll do that class too."

"Good." Vicca looked up from the list as she tried to negotiate
around the crowd surrounding the black basketball players. They
didn't play so much now since it was colder, but they always
attracted a crowd. Some of the female's watching even had
favorites among the players, cheering them on.

Vicca watched for a moment. Her eyes fell on one bare muscular
torso and despite his black skin, he looked sexy as anything
she'd ever seen. She felt her nipples growing sore as they poked
into her bra. Damn, she was getting randy again. She seemed to
always leave a meeting with her professor horny and aroused.

For the first time, Vicca let her eyes wander down one of the
black stud's torso. He was wearing sweat pants. What looked like
a thick fat sausage flopped around between his legs underneath
his sweatpants. Vicca felt her panties grow damp. She shook her
head to clear it and checked the crotches of the other blacks.
They all had thick sausages between their legs, the ends reaching
halfway to their knees. Some were even pressing hard against the
fabric of their sweats as if trying to rise.

"Do you see what I see?" Peg was staring mouth agape at the black
men.

"Hard to miss, no?"

"Now that's a man, all of them. Shame they're black. They sure
got what I need."

"Peg!"

"Can't help it girlfriend, I'm horny and now that I'm away from
my parents I might try me some dark meat."

Vicca noticed Peg's nipples were as erect as her own. Peg's
breasts fit her frame, B-cups, but with long nipples on pointy,
conical breasts. Vicca's Germanic heritage had given her much
larger breasts. Like the rest of her family, Vicca would grow
into them, but for now, she was a top-heavy, thinly framed male
fantasy girl.

"I need to get me some dick soon."

Vicca found Peg crude at times, but couldn't help agreeing. These
horny spells came over her from time to time and lasted days.
Soon, she would be home and Joachim could see to her needs.

"Would you ever fuck a black man?"

"I don't wish to mix the blood of the German master race with
those of inferior races." Vicca's mouth broke into a wide grin at
Peg's look of horror. "Just kidding." Both girls laughed.
"Seriously, I wouldn't have a problem with skin color. I only
fuck men I know and care about though."

"Casual sex can satisfy certain needs." Peg sighed. She had
hooked up for several one night stands over the semester, mostly
men from Farmersville. She’d tried one male student, but he had
failed to get an erection. Peg rarely had repeat dates. Vicca
felt that her friend put out to soon, but Peg seemed a lot
hornier then herself. "As for black men," Peg continued, "I
might, but daddy would kill me."

"Lets go see if the scores of our finals have been posted.

That night Vicca and Peg hit one of the bars in Farmersville to
celebrate the end of their first semester. The bar was crowded.
Vicca and Peg worked their way through the crowd to meet up with
some of their classmates. "You know the term lame duck? Well
Steve should be called a limp dick. Hey V, Hey Peg. I was just
telling Cindy what a wimp loser Steve turned out to be."

Vicca looked at Lucy. "I thought he rocked your world?"

"He did the first time. The next date, he couldn't even get it
up. I swear his penis even looked shriveled up."

"Poor guy," said Peg, remembering her own impotent date.

"Poor guy my ass. I was ready to fuck all night I was so horny.

"There are some lame ass dudes in this school," said Cindy. "It's
bad enough there's so few men in this school to begin with. I
need a real man." Cindy nearly shouted the last statement

"Mine is taken." The hot blonde laughed as she walked by.

The four dance majors watched her pass. On her arm was one of the
giant black men.

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

Vicca and Peg helped keep each other from falling as they
stumbled their way back to their dorms. "I'm surprised you didn't
go home with anyone?"

Peg's sigh turned into a hiccough. "I tried to catch Kyle's eye,
but it didn't work. How about you, still faithful?"

"I'm about ready to jump a stranger. Hopefully Joachim will take
care of me in a few days."

The two girls entered their room. Vicca pulled her top of and
pulled her jeans down over her hips. Peg watched her. Vicca's
hand fumbled behind her for the bra clasp. "Let me help you,"
said Peg, unhooking Vicca's bra.

"Thanksh, haven't been this drunk for awhile."

"Here, lie down." Peg pulled back the covers on Vicca's bed and
helped Vicca down. The German girl was now clad only in her
panties. Peg was wearing her bra and panties also. They were sexy
Hidden Closet lingerie. Peg called them her fuck me underwear.
She only wore them when she planned on hooking up "Want me to
take your panties off?"

"Not necessary. Leave them on."

"You sure," said Peg, reaching down between Vicca's legs.

"Wha... what are you doing?" Vicca's body jumped a little as
Peg's fingers pressed into Vicca's wet panties.

"You’re as wet as I am." Peg worked her finger underneath the
panty and slid the tip along Vicca's wet slit.

"Peg!" Vicca couldn't help herself. She raised her hips up into
Peg's probing finger and half the digit slid into her pussy.

"Relax this is college. We're supposed to experiment. We can help
each other out." Peg reached out for Vicca's arm and grabbed it.
She brought Vicca's hand up between her legs. Vicca pressed her
fingers into Peg's crotch. The American girl was indeed as wet as
Vicca was. Vicca pushed her finger against the cotton fabric.

"Oh that feels good," moaned Peg.

"Yes!" agreed Vicca as Peg's finger probed deeper. She didn't
know what she was doing, but it felt too good to quit. She was
horny now. She couldn't wait for Joachim.

Peg pulled her finger out long enough to yank Vicca's panties off
and Peg used the opportunity to step out of her own. She joined
Vicca on the bed lying beside the buxom German girl. "Your
pussy's very hairy," said Peg, staring into Vicca's big brown
eyes. As she stared, her hand slid down over Vicca's bush. She
reinserted her finger and bent over to clamp her lips down on one
of Vicca's long puffy nipples.

"Oh god, Yes, Ja Ja." Vicca lost it. She humped Peg's finger as
she orgasmed. Her orgasm was as good as any Joachim had given
her.

"Now do me," said Peg, pulling her finger out.

Vicca nodded. Her hand found its way back to Peg's crotch. She
twirled her fingertip around Peg's clit before inserting her
finger. "How's this?"

"Use two," whimpered Peg.

Vicca inserted two fingers and began pumping them in and out like
she was fucking her roommate. She emulated Peg and leaned over to
suck one of Peg's firm breasts.

"That's it. Faster. Harder. Hold your fingers in deep. Oh fuck
yeah. I'm cumming." Peg almost giggled with delight as she got a
little relief from her horniness.

Vicca acted like she was in a state of shock over what had just
happened and collapsed beside her friend. Peg smiled and kissed
her on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I'll be right back," said Peg getting up. "Keep my spot warm."

Vicca closed her eyes a moment and reopened them when she heard
Peg return from the bathroom. "I'm not a lesbian," she said.

Peg laughed. "You know I'm not."

Vicca felt a little better. She noticed Peg carrying something.
"What do you got there?"

"I figured we'd do something about that hairy pussy." Peg held up
shaving cream, scissor, and a razor.

"I've never shaved down there!"

"I can tell. Now come here my hairy European friend. Let's give
your boyfriend a nice surprise when you see him. Sit on the bed
and lay back."

Vicca did as she was told. Peg kneeled between her legs. Peg
pushed her long brown hair back over her ears to keep it out of
her way. First she used the scissors, pressing the cold metal
against Vicca's crotch. There was a "snip" and Vicca's hair
started to fall away. Peg trimmed her entire pussy as close to
the skin as she could get it. She applied the shaving cream
directly on to Vicca's crotch. Peg got up to get a cup of water
to rinse the razor. When she returned, she quickly started
applying the razor.

Vicca lay back with her eyes closed. She was still drunk and the
room was spinning. Cold air started caressing her crotch as the
hair disappeared. She shivered.

"Cold?" Peg shaved the last little piece of hair from Vicca's
pussy. "Here, I'll blow on it to warm it up."

The cold air turned warm as Peg blew across her freshly shaved
crotch. Peg's breath was moving lower and Vicca shivered again.
Her legs unconsciously opened wider as Peg blew directly against
her labia. Vicca felt the air turn moist. Her eyes flew open as
Peg's tongue entered her pussy. Vicca's mouth opened in protest,
but instead a moan came out. The moan grew louder. turning into
the biggest orgasm of the twenty four year old's life.

Peg worked her tongue as deep as she could. She lapped like a
madwoman, not wanting Vicca to have second thoughts. The American
desperately wanted her own pussy eaten and the better job she did
on Vicca, the more chance Vicca would do her. Peg lapped around
Vicca's clit for a moment delighted that Vicca almost immediately
came again. Vicca kept cumming as Peg inserted two fingers into
the newly bare pussy while she sucked Vicca's clit between her
lips. "Oh Joachim," groaned Vicca. That was fine with Peg. The
whole time Vicca was finger fucking her, Peg was pretending she
was with one of the hung black basketball players. It wasn't his
finger he was using on her needy pussy either.

When Vicca came to her senses, Peg was working her jaw around.
"How was that?" asked Peg.

"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't incredible."

"Good. Now it's your turn to shave me." Peg dropped the robe
she'd put on to leave the room. She sat on her own bed.

Vicca knew what Peg meant by "shaving." She had no desire
whatsoever to do what Peg had just done to her. Still, it had
been the best sex of Vicca's life and she owed Peg for that.
Peg's pussy didn't need trimming so Vicca went straight for the
shaving cream. Peg was lying back with her eyes closed just as
Vicca had. She almost laughed when a thought popped into her
head. How many of the male students would be dying to watch this
scene right now?

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

"Control yourself."

The young black monitor jumped as he was startled. At the same
time cum shot over a foot up from his eleven inch cock. "Yes,
sir." He grabbed an already cum-soaked paper towel and tried to
clean up his fresh mess.

"I can see what's gotten into you," said the Dean, leaning over
his shoulder. "Ah, it's the German girl. This is live?"

"Yeah. My cock wants that German pussy something fierce. I watch
her all the time."

"Good thing we put them in a wired dorm." Mfune had tried to put
the most attractive girls into wired dorms. Vicca and Peg were
two of the hottest. Unfortunately, the sorority girls were
usually the hottest and none of their houses were wired yet.

"Wish we had sound and the quality were better."

"In a few years it will be. Then we also have Xcite dispensers
hooked up directly into the water supply and not just the water
coolers. The action will be non-stop then. Send this tape to the
voyeurcom people."

Vicca had finished shaving the other girl now. Her mouth was
hesitating inches from the girl's pussy. Apparently the girl was
impatient. She grabbed Vicca's head and pulled it into her pussy.
The German's head started moving between the other girl's legs.

Mfune watched the monitor's cock hardening again. He almost
considered jerking off his own stiffening cock, but Denise the
ballet professor was waiting for him in his room. She'd just
dumped her husband and had come to the Dean crying. She'd forget
about her husband once Mfune rejoined her.

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

Vicca snuck out of her room past a sleeping Peg. She didn't want
to wake the contented looking girl nor did she know what she
would say to her after last night. Vicca had slept contentedly
too, but now she was as horny as ever.

Vicca stayed horny the entire flight home to Germany. Once back
in Hamburg, she got in touch with Joachim as soon as she was able
to break away from her family. He seemed delighted by her
aggressiveness and even more delighted by her shaved pussy. He
caressed it like one would a newborn. Joachim thought he was the
luckiest man in Germany when Vicca deep throated his penis. She
never gagged once thanks to her breathing practice with the ball
gag.

While home, Vicca forgot about LIU for a time. It had been one
crazy semester. Vicca wondered what the second semester would
bring.


Year one, Semester two


Peg turned red when Vicca returned to the dorm. Vicca felt her
own face flush. Neither girl had spoken since the night they'd
fooled around. "How was your trip?" asked Peg.

"Wonderful. How was your break?"

"Pretty good. Did you see Joachim?"

"Yes. We spent a lot of time together."

"I met a nice guy back home."

"Great. Are you going to see him again?"

"Whenever I can. Lets just say, he wasn't disappointing in the
bedroom like some of the losers around this school."

Vicca smiled at her friend and began unpacking. It looked like
they were going to pretend nothing had happened. That was fine
with Vicca.

Throughout the semester, Peg and Vicca continued to be friends,
but it wasn't the same. A barrier had built up between them. One
day Peg came back to the room complaining about being horny
again. Vicca hadn't developed the same problem yet this semester
and she prayed Peg wouldn't try anything. Peg did stare at her
for an uncomfortable moment, but ended up announcing that she was
driving home that night to see her boyfriend and wouldn't be back
until the next day. This happened frequently with Peg.

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

Vicca's second semester didn't have a lot of dance classes and
she found herself looking forward to Moroccan Belly Dancing. The
teacher was Arabic, beautiful, and very sensuous.

Vicca found it very erotic the first time, the teacher danced for
them in her belly dancer costume. She had a pierced navel with a
large gem stud inside. Class was very hands on as there ware only
four girls in the elective.

Vicca found herself standing alongside Peg, Lucy, and Sara
practicing undulating their bellies and raising their hips up
high to the left and then the right. The girls had been asked to
wear skirts and bikini tops while practicing. Most of the class
was spent standing and working the belly while the teacher
reviewed the history and styles of belly dancing. For the final,
the girls would be dancing at a Moroccan restaurant several hours
from the college.

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

Did it hurt? asked Peg two weeks before the final.

Vicca was still wincing as she looked down at her pierced
bellybutton. "Yes, but not that bad. I like it. The diamond was
fake, but glittered in the light. "You're up."

Vicca watched as her friend stepped up to the body piercer and
raised her shirt up over her belly. Three months of practicing
undulations had Peg's belly flat and trim. Vicca's had firmed up
too, but she had a slight sexy bulge under her navel. They had
decided to emulate their teacher and pierce their navels.

The night of the final arrived. All four girls had been given
costumes, complete with veils and finger cymbals. Peg wore a
small panty connected to sheer pantaloons. Vicca's was a more
gypsy looking skirt with slits up the sides to her waist. Their
teacher would not be dancing, but was riding along to observe. A
limo pulled up next to the five women and a giant black man got
out of the driver's seat. He walked over and opened the door for
the five ladies. "I'm Brad Wurse," said the black man. "If
there's anything you need please let me know. The privacy screen
is up, if you need me press the intercom. Feel free to make use
of the bar. Drinks are included in the fare. Thank you for
choosing King Limousines."

"Hey! There's booze in here," said one of the girls.

Ameena the teacher looked surprised. "They must not have realized
two of you are under twenty-one. Anyway, I'll pretend I didn't
see anything if you girls are thirsty.

"The concept of a drinking age is silly anyway," said Vicca,
who'd been drinking beer with her dad since she was fourteen. She
was the oldest of the girls at twenty-four. She made herself a
rum and coke.

"I'll take one," said one of the girls. Vicca ended up mixing
five rums and cokes and five more after that.

The women were feeling free and loose by the time the limo pulled
up to the Atlas restaurant. The giant black man opened the door
for them. "Please use the side entrance," said Brad. "The owner
is waiting for you."

Ameena led the four girls down the alley. An Arab man was holding
the kitchen door for the girls. "I am Hasim. Please come quickly.
My guests are waiting. Good to see you, Ameena."

"And you Hasim." Ameena looked at her students. "Lets get ready
girls. The plan is for you to enter the restaurant one at a time
until all four are dancing. It's custom for the patrons to call
over their favorites to their tables to dance. You may find this
odd, but it is also custom for the men to kiss your bellies if
they approve."

"Yech," said Peg.

"Don't mock our customs. For that you can go first."

Vicca found it odd, that during their study of belly dancing,
they had never read anything about that custom. Hasim led Peg out
and she could hear him making an announcement to a spattering of
applause. Music started. Vicca had worn a cardigan over her chest
to keep warm. She unbuttoned it and pulled it off. Her nipples
were hard and pointy poking right through the fabric of her top.
She was suddenly conscious of a hot wetness between her thighs.
'Oh no,' she thought, 'I'm getting horny again.'

Vicca glanced at the others and noticed visible outlines of their
nipples as well. They all seemed agitated. Vicca wondered if it
was common to get aroused before dancing for a man's pleasure. Of
course, their teacher looked just as horny and she wasn't
dancing.

Hasim appeared and made beckoning motions with his hand. Ameena
sent out the next girl and soon thereafter the next. "Get ready
Vicca."

Vicca clanged her cymbals and made her belly perform an
undulating wave to warm up. The giant black limo driver entered
from the alley way. "I'll be in the foyer," he said in a deep
voice. Ameena just bowed her head demurely.

"What was that about?" asked Vicca.

"Oh, I just asked Der Bratwurst to keep an eye on you girls. Arab
men can be quite demanding at times. There's Hasim, now go."

Vicca barely recognized that the limo driver's nickname was "The
Sausage" in German, before she was walking out into the
restaurant.

Vicca held her arms up over her head, fingers poised. She snapped
the cymbals together and twirled around until the skirts billowed
out. She was sensuous and sultry as she danced barefooted over
towards a large dining table filled with Arab men. They were
smoking long cigarettes. Three wore Saudi style head gear. Vicca
froze and undulated her belly. One Arab promptly leaned down and
kissed the gem in her navel. She continued to undulate while
shaking her hips. The music was increasing and Vicca increased
her pace. Her hips arched left, then right. She twirled around
the table so intent on dancing, she didn't notice the admiring
glances of the Arab men. The music was so fast now, she had
difficulty beating the cymbals fast enough. Her belly began to
shine in the light as sweat coated her body. The music slowed.

"Here, here," called a man from another table. Vicca stepped over
the discarded veils of one of the other dancers and danced over
towards the other table. She passed Brad standing in the over by
the Maitre'D stand. Two Arab men were talking excitedly to him.

Vicca continued to slowly dance. She was enjoying herself.
Another man kissed her abdomen under her navel as she left one
table. She danced towards the next. Vicca winked as she passed
Peg. Her roommate was standing away from the tables breathing
heavily, but looked like she was having fun also.

The next table was traditional. Two men sat on the rug around a
little table. Vicca danced for them. She twirled around noticing
Brad had his hand on Peg's arm and was speaking to her. He
pointed down a hall. Peg turned and headed in the direction he
had pointed. An Arab stepped up to Brad and pointed towards one
of the girls. Brad nodded and held up five fingers. The Arab
pulled out his wallet.

Vicca continued to dance until the music stopped. She walked back
towards the kitchen, but couldn't see any of the people she had
come with. She was about to approach, Mr. Hasim, when Brad
cleared his throat behind her. "You seen the others, Brad?"

"They is giving private dances. Someone has asked for you. Go to
the second room down the hall on the right."

"You make it sound like I don't have a choice."

"Just go. It's part of your final grade."

Vicca did what she was told just to get away from the domineering
black man. She didn't like his looks, but her instincts were
telling her to obey him. Not to mention wondering why a limo
driver was talking about grading her. The room she entered didn't
have a door, but Arabian style curtains.

"Ah, there you are my sweet." The Arab was sitting on cushions on
the floor. A small table was beside him with a coffee cup on top.

"You wanted a dance?"

"Yes. Yes, of course. Dance for me. Your grace and beauty are
overwhelming. You are German?"

"Yes." Vicca started dancing despite the fact there was no music.

"Well you move like a woman born to the desert." The Arab stared
excitedly at her belly. The man was in his fifties and heavy set,
but not fat. He had a large mustache and big bushy grayish black
eyebrows. He was dressed like a businessman and like many from
desert cultures, he reeked of cologne.

Vicca's leg came out from the skirt as she arched her back and
bare foot. An ankle bracelet made of tiny bells rang as she shook
her foot. Vicca stared at her patron as she moved her hips for
him, twirling and dancing. He clapped excitedly from time to
time, staring mostly at the gem in her belly.

"Magnificent. Come to me."

Vicca danced towards the Arab. She undulated her belly almost as
if it were leading her body towards him. She got closer and
closer. One bare leg stepped across his body on his right. Her
other leg straddled him on his left. He leaned forwards, his
hands rested on her legs just above her knees. The Arab’s hot
breath caressed her stomach just before his lips kissed her belly
button. He kissed above and the sides of her stomach. His hands
were on her thighs now. He kissed the bulge beneath her navel and
continued kissing it as his hands slid under her skirt. Vicca's
pussy gave a little squirt of excitement. It was so needy, it
just screamed for attention and didn't care from whom it got it.
The Arab's lips were brushing her skirt now. If he moved the
skirt down a centimeter, she would be revealing her pubic hair
which had grown back over the winter, though now she kept it
trimmed down.

Vicca gasped as one of the man's pudgy fingers pressed against
her cotton panties. He stroked her, pushing hard enough that her
labia was parting. "What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Rewarding you. You're pussy is very needy." The Arab let his
finger slip around her panties and it easily slid into Vicca's
wet pussy.

Vicca didn't retreat from the pudgy finger like her instincts
told her. Instead, her desire was such that she pushed down into
it to make it go deeper. Vicca wished the finger was Joachim's
hard penis or any hard penis she was so far gone. The Arab placed
his free hand on her back and pressed down. As she stooped, he
slid his tongue up over her navel and up her stomach between her
ribs. His hand slid up her back. Vicca's top dropped as he
swiftly undid it.

"Your breasts are magnificent, child." The Arab licked his tongue
up under her bosom, then up over her nipple. He flicked his
tongue over her erect nipple many times before switching breasts.
Vicca's pussy expanded as a second finger slipped inside. He
began working his fingers, pumping them faster and faster as he
sucked one of her nipples between his lips.

Vicca was humping the man's hand she was so hot and bothered. "Oh
god," she whimpered as an orgasm approached.

The Arab took his mouth off her nipple and said, "I hope you
realize what a gift it is I am giving you. It is the female's
duty to please the male, not the other way around."

Vicca surprised herself by gasping, "Thank you," despite the
sexism of the comment. Her orgasm went off like fireworks and was
stronger then anything she had experienced previously.

"Now it's your turn," said the man whose name she didn't even
know. He released her and began fumbling with his pants. He
pulled out a fat, hairy cock that made her pussy spasm with
desire despite the fact she was still gasping from her orgasm.

Vicca hadn't seen too many penises so she was fascinated with
this one. It was fatter then her boyfriend’s, but about the same
length, six inches. The most interesting thing was the cock's
hood which she pulled down as she grasped it. His crotch was very
hairy, it looked like the shaft was a mushroom growing up out of
a pile of moss. She could barely see his balls and his hair
continued up the man's bulging stomach.

"Suck it," ordered the man. Vicca placed her lips on his cock
head. She looked up at him. He had a smug look on his face as he
stared down at her. Vicca relaxed her throat and shoved forwards.
The man's entire cock disappeared inside her mouth. His smug look
turned into a gasp of surprise. He grunted as she bobbed her head
several times. "You infidel bitches know how to treat cock.
Praise Allah! Swallow that cock meat, heathen. Suck it, white
slut."

Vicca was too far gone to stop. Her training with the ball gag
had turned her into an excellent cocksucker. She wanted to get
this man off. She wanted his cock pumping his hot seed down her
throat even if he was a jerk. At least he might put in a good
word with her teacher. The Arab groaned and grabbed the sides of
her head. His cock jerked down her throat. Vicca could feel his
seed running into her stomach. He held it there until he quit
cumming. When he slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth, she
found herself disappointed there wasn't any left to taste. Not to
miss out, as his deflating penis hung before her mouth, she
grabbed it and milked a last drop of sperm out of the slit. Her
tongue lapped it up, but it wasn't enough. She jerked on it some
more hoping it would get hard enough again to take on her needy
pussy.

"I don't think it'll be ready for awhile."

Vicca sat back, shocked by her behavior. She grabbed her top and
wrapped it around her breasts. She'd just sucked off an
unattractive man old enough to be her father and she'd enjoyed
it. It couldn't get worse then this?

"I can be ready later. Come home with me. Your pimp doesn't have
to know."

"My pimp!"

"Yes, I'll pay more."

"Mein gott! I'm not a whore."

"You sure act like one. Besides all you infidel women are whores
even if you deny it."

Vicca swirled around and stormed out. She'd seen Brad collecting
money. The damn limo driver was pimping them out. Vicca stormed
off to find him. She heard moans through the beaded curtains all
around her. A glance through the nearest showed Lucy fucking an
Arab. He was sitting on a cushion and Lucy was in his lap. They
were kissing. The next curtain was much the same, though not as
romantic looking. Sara was leaning over a bean bag chair and
another hairy, fat Arab was fucking her from behind. The last
curtain was the biggest shock of all. Peg was also getting fucked
from behind, but she also had a cock in her mouth. Peg really
seemed to be enjoying it.

Vicca was stunned. She wandered into the now empty restaurant
looking for her teacher or Brad the limo driver who had pimped
the girls out. She found them outside.
The back of the limo was bouncing furiously. The windows were up
and tinted so she couldn't see in. She wasn't aware that Brad was
watching her as she tried to see inside. The sunroof was open and
Ameena's head was popping out of it like a jack-in-the-box. Her
hands were on the roof and she was pulling herself up and down.
"Talk bitch," said Brad.

Vicca listened as Ameena moaned. "Fuck me with that big black
cock. My pussy's so stuffed. Your big cock is making me cum. I
wish I had discovered black cock before I met my husband."

"I aint yo first then?"

"No. Fucked first..." Ameena paused to moan and cum. "Last
fall... I love it. Never fucking white dick again." (See "Xavier
Models Again")

"Ready for it, bitch?"

"Always."

Vicca backed up aware they would be finished soon. Ameena let out
a high pitched wail. Vicca backed into Peg.

"Ameena's fucking the limo driver?" asked Peg.

"Yes. Peg, I saw you with the two men."

"Oh yeah, sorry. I couldn't help it. You do anything with yours?"

"I blew him."

"You know as embarrassing as it is that you saw me, it still
wasn't enough. I'm still horny. It sounds like the man in the
limo has what it takes, though."

"What's going..."

"Ssshh," whispered Peg and Vicca to Lucy as she came out. They
ducked and the student followed suit. The limo door opened and
Brad stepped out. His pants were around his ankles. He stood
still for a moment as if posing. Three young women stared wide
eyed at the giant black cock swinging between Brad's legs.

"Yeah, that's about what it would take," whispered Peg.

"Der Bratwurst," whispered Vicca, understanding Brad's nickname.

Brad pulled his pants up. Ameena got out of the limo adjusting
her clothes. Brad walked towards the alley. "Ready ladies?" he
asked, seeing them and grinning. "Where's the other one?"

"I don't think she's coming."

"I'll go check on her," said Brad.

"What do you mean, she's not coming?" asked Vicca.

The student smiled. "It's so romantic. The man she fu... danced
for is a Syrian prince. He's taking her home to be his bride. Oh,
it's just like Princess Grace or Queen Noor. Here's a picture he
gave her of his palace." The girl passed the picture over to Peg
who whistled. "That sure ain't Newark. Nice digs."

Brad returned with a big grin on his face. "Nope, she ain’t
coming with us." The grin was from a check for 10,000 dollars the
Arab had just paid him for his whore. Lets go.

Vicca sat uncomfortably in the back of the limo. The other girls
were all squirming too. Most were sweating. Vicca's nipples were
harder then they'd ever been. The man driving them home was a
monster, but the image of his huge cock kept popping into her
mind. She pictured herself dancing for Brad as she straddled him
and the bratwurst entered her desperate pussy. Vicca blinked away
these fantasies. Ameena hadn't said much. The teacher was wearing
a knee length skirt and liquefied semen was running down her
legs. She closed them, but there was an amazing amount. The limo
reeked of sex and sperm. Finally, Vicca couldn't take it any more
and reopened the sunroof. The students all sighed with relief and
gasped for fresh air.

The limo stopped on campus. Brad got out to open the door for the
girls. "Ah... Brad is going to take me home, girls. Be careful,"
said Ameena.

"Bye," said Lucy, hurrying off.

Brad grinned at Peg and Vicca. Vicca's knees felt weak as she
stared up at him. She almost feared she might fall to her knees
before him, but she stood up to him. "I know what you did."

"What?" asked Peg, confused.

"He pimped us out to those Arabs, Peg."

"No way."

"You were some good ho's too," said Brad, grinning. Peg gasped.
"Here's your cut." He took a big wad of money out of his pocket
and pulled out a fifty. He handed it to Vicca, but she wouldn't
take it. Brad stuffed it into her top above her breasts. "And for
you, you little slut. Fucking two gets you two bills." Peg's
cheeks were crimson, but unlike her roommate, she grabbed the two
hundred dollars from the black man's hand. "If you two want more
work, call me." Brad raised his fingers to his cap, saluting them
and returned to the driver's seat.

"We should call the police," said Vicca.

"No proof." Peg carefully pocketed the money. "And besides one of
us is marrying a handsome Arab prince with a huge palace." Peg
waved the picture.

"Let me see." Vicca took the picture and looked at it. "That's
not a Syrian palace."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not in Syria. It's in India. That's the Taj Mahal!"

Neither Peg nor Vicca ever saw their classmate, Sara again



Year one, semester 3



Vicca had doubts about returning to Long Island University. It
had been the strangest year of her life. She had fooled around
with her female roommate. She had gone down on a stranger only to
find that he had believed her to be a prostitute and paid someone
to be with her.

The school was pretty run of the mill, but had some bizarre
electives. Last semester she had taken belly dancing and
discovered she liked it. She practiced every day over her spring
break and was the fittest she had ever been. This semester she
was taking, Introduction to modern exotic dancing. An odd choice
and an odd class, but the school was paying for it. Vicca was
nervous about the class, but assumed the final wouldn't be
stripping at a nudie bar.

The first thing Vicca noticed opening the door to her room was
that it reeked of sex. It reminded her of the limo ride coming
back from the Moroccan restaurant after Brad had fucked her belly
dance instructor. She startled Peg who had been asleep even
though it was mid-afternoon. "How was your trip?" Peg asked
through a yawn.

"Pretty good. How are your folks?"

"Fine. I stayed here most of spring break though. I gotta get me
a shower. Talk to ya when I get back."

Vicca set her suitcase down on the bed. She watched Peg climb out
from under the covers. She was nude. Dried sperm flakes covered
her crotch and belly. Her friend put a robe on and grabbed her
shampoo bottle. She left the room shuffling like a zombie.

Vicca removed the airline stickers on her luggage. She crumbled
them up and tossed them into the wastebasket noticing what looked
like a desiccated wet balloon lying on top of the trash. It was a
condom. Something about it was strange. The pretty young German
girl took a tissue off the dresser and picked up the end of the
rubber. The thing was over a foot long and the diameter of the
entrance was nearly as big around as her wrist. There was no
sperm in the receptacle ending. Indeed, there was no receptacle
at all. The thing had apparently popped. Peg's mattress and
sheets were covered with stains.

The image of Brad's massive black cock swaying before him quickly
came to mind. It was an image that her mind recalled often
despite the fact she wanted to forget that night. There were two
more condoms laying about the trash can all sized for a foot long
cock and all with the ends blown off. Vicca knew instinctively
that her roommate had fucked a black man. Probably one of the new
students that always played basketball.

Vicca opened their door and sprayed some air freshener around the
room. She emptied the trash before unpacking. She was no longer
certain she liked her roommate, Peg. The Jersey girl was just a
little too slutty even for an open minded European. "Would you
like to get something to eat?" asked Vicca, when Peg got back.

"Can't. Got plans."

Vicca opened a book while Peg changed. She couldn't help noticing
her roommate slip into some of her sexiest underwear. Her thong
was sheer and clearly showed her shaved crotch. Her bra was as
sheer with her nipples perfectly visible. The bra was so thin,
the outlines of Peg's nipples iwere plain even through her
blouse. Peg tied her blouse up to show off her stomach and her
pierced navel. Her denim skirt was short stopping halfway between
her knees and thighs. Heeled sandals completed the outfit.

"Hot date with a new boyfriend?"

"Nope," said Peg. "I'll see you in the morning.

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

Vicca's alarm went off and she crawled out of bed. "Time to get
up," she said, but Peg ignored her. Peg had gotten in late and
pulled her pillow over her head refusing to get up.

Vicca grabbed her towel, conditioner, and shampoo. She left the
room heading to the showers. They were crowded with other
students heading to first period. Vicca washed then returned to
her room with her towel wrapped around her. "Last chance," she
said to Peg.

"Let me sleep," growled Peg.

Vicca shrugged, noticing something as she looked down. Peg kept a
lamp stand with a drawer in it beside her bed. The drawer was
partially open. Inside was a stack of fifty dollar bills. Vicca
frowned at all the money.

Peg never showed up for any of their classes and Vicca never got
a chance to return to their room to check up on her. She grabbed
a quick meal at the dining hall, then hurried to her new elective
class.

Introduction to Modern Exotic Dancing had four students. One of
the female students had been in the belly dancing class, Lucy,
the student Vicca had seen riding one of the Arab men. The other
girl, Cindy, she recognized from some of her standard classes.
The remaining student was a giant muscular black man named Derek.

Their teacher came out. She was a beautiful Asian woman. "Hello,
students. I'm Asia and I'll be your instructor." Asia appeared to
be a full blooded Asian, but her accent was Bostonian. She was an
all American woman. Her breasts were huge and her slinky outfit
hugged a magnificent figure. "Before you ask," said Asia as one
of the female students raised her hand. "Yes, I am a stripper."

"But why would you do that for a living?" asked the girl who had
raised her hand.

"You want a short, one word answer? Money. I make over one
hundred thousand dollars every year." Asia paused while most of
the students gasped. "That's more then any of you will make
dancing on Broadway or Vegas or anywhere else."

Vicca was stunned. The other female students were equally
shocked. Lucy, slowly nodded her head, they both looked
thoughtful. "Then why are you teaching us?"

"Just as a favor," replied Asia winking. "I may not teach this
class next year."

"Can men make that kind of money?" asked Derek. He was sitting in
front of the class.

"Often men can make the same or more, but without working as
much. Bachelorette parties in particular can be gold mines."

"Now lets get this class rolling. For centuries women have danced
for men's pleasure..."

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

Vicca attended her classes for several days and rarely saw Peg.
Peg tiredly stumbled into several classes, but her heart clearly
wasn't in it. When Friday night rolled around, Vicca asked, "we
going to the usual spot?" The spot being one of the popular bars
in town.

"No, I can't. I'm going out again. I'll see you after I shower."

Vicca eyed the ensemble Peg had laid out. It consisted of more
slutty underwear and a dress. Vicca was silent when Peg returned
and began dressing.

"Well, I gotta get going," said Peg, applying bright red
lipstick."

"You don't seem thrilled."

"I'm not. See ya."

"I'll walk you out." Vicca walked beside a silent Peg through the
dorm. "Peg, are you hooking?"
"Brad says he could get you clients too, if you're interested."

"Mein gott. No way, I'm no slut."

"And I am?"

"I saw you with two Arab men at the restaurant."

"I've done worse since."

"You don't have to do it. I can get you help. Does Brad hurt
you?"

Peg chuckled. "No. I enjoy it and Brad prefers positive
reinforcement over punishment."

"Then why do you seem depressed?"

"My client tonight is white. White men no longer satisfy me. It
becomes harder to fake it with them."

"How much are you making?" asked Vicca as they entered the
ground. She could see Brad standing by his limo. "What would you
charge to fuck that student over there, or that old professor."
Vicca pointed at the people. "Or Dean Mfune there?"

"The first two a couple of hundred. The Dean would get it free."

"Why?"

"I only fuck white men for money. Black men get it for free.
Vicca, once you find out what a black cock is capable of, you'll
understand. I'll get Brad to break you in if you'd like?"

"Ah... no thanks."

"Well, well. The little German girl," said Brad, as they walked
up to the limo. Vicca embarrassed herself by glancing at his
crotch. "Looking for work?" he continued.

"No thanks. Just trying to talk Peg out of it."

"Change your mind and you know where to reach me." Brad held the
door for Peg and then headed for the driver's seat. Vicca watched
them drive off. She was worried about her friend, but the image
of Brad's cock kept popping into her head.

After that night, Vicca rarely spoke to Peg.

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

'I had no idea.'  The thought kept running through Vicca's mind.
On stage at the school's theater, Asia was dancing. She was both
sensuous and beautiful. The girl's eyes were riveted on the
scene. Derek appeared to be flustered. Sweat covered his brow and
he almost appeared to be in pain, but he too stared at their
instructor.

The music stopped. Asia bowed to her audience. She stood nude and
strolled directly towards Derek. The girls couldn't believe what
they were seeing as Asia stretched one heeled foot over Derek's
lap and rested her foot on the armrest of the seat next to him.
Derek stared between her legs and pulled out a dollar bill,
sliding it into Asia's garter.

"Normally, I make a lot more," said Asia. She walked back to the
stage and put her bikini on in front of them while continuing to
talk. "Feminists will tell you that stripping demeans women. They
lie. It empowers women. The next four classes each of you will be
required to strip. I can't make you go nude of course, but you're
welcome to go as far as you like. I can provide tassels and
pasties for the breasts. The class will critique each student
after hers or his performance. I favor elaborate dance routines
as they are more pleasing to men and generate more revenue. If
you prefer, you can just get up before the class, strip and dance
around in heels, but that's not what erotic dancing is all about
and the highest grade I'll give you is a "C". I'll see you next
week." Asia turned her attention on the giant black man who
appeared to be limping. "Oh Derek, stay behind for a moment and
we can take care of that problem of yours."

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

Peg finished packing her things. "You're moving out?" asked
Vicca.

"I'm dropping out of school."

"You going to be a full time hooker?"

"No. No more hooking."

"Well that's good news at least," sighed Vicca.

"I'm gonna do interracial porn. I can't fuck whites anymore and
that's where the money is. It's too hard to fake enjoying it. I'm
a dancer not an actress. Anyway good luck to you Vicca."
"And you also," replied Vicca falling back on her bed. The young
German girl couldn't believe she had fooled around with Peg. Her
roommate was the biggest slut she had ever known.

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

"Alright Vicca, let's see what you got," yelled Asia.

Vicca swallowed nervously from her cup. The school had rolled a
water cooler filled with Aqua Naive Blanc water backstage. Kid
Rock's cowboy song started blaring. Like many Europeans, Vicca
had a fascination with the American wild west. She'd chosen her
outfit accordingly. She'd made a short trip to the city and
purchased everything she needed. She straightened her shoulders
and stepped out through the curtains.

The black man and the three white women applauded. Vicca walked
bow-legged to the edge of the stage. She pulled one of her toy
guns out of the holster and twirled it. She finished by puckering
her lips and blowing down the barrel. Vicca walked over to the
pole, grabbed it and began straddling it. She pulled her cowboy
hat off and beat it against her hips like she was urging a horse
to speed up.

Vicca was wearing tan panties. Her legs were covered in brown
motorcycle leathers, but they strongly resembled a cowboys. Her
feet were covered with short high-heeled boots. Her torso was
bare, but for a bikini top with strips dangling from it so that
it resembled buckskin. You couldn't see her full breasts because
of a tan leather vest hanging off her arms, but the vest left her
flat belly bare. She wore toy revolvers in holsters on a belt
around her waist. She braided her long straight brown hair Indian
style and had stuck a large feather in it. Her head was capped by
the cowboy hat and she had used lipstick to make streaks on her
cheeks resembling war paint.

Vicca danced over towards Derek. The giant black man's eyes were
glued to her chest as she pulled the vest off and dropped it to
the stage floor. He grinned and winked at her as he held a five
dollar bill up for her. He stuffed it into her holster and she
danced away. Derek was treated to a view of her bare ass as she
was wearing a thong. The thought of him watching suddenly soaked
the panties he was staring at. Vicca felt the powerful arousal
returning. She had hoped her horniness was gone for good.

Vicca danced towards Asia and fumbled with her leathers. She
struggled a little and nearly tripped, but managed to remove
them. Vicca undulated her belly. She was now clad in only her
bikini, boots, and hat, with the belt around her bare hips. Vicca
pulled out her guns and made like she was shooting everyone.

"Take it off, baby," yelled Derek. "The songs almost over."

Vicca blushed. She grinned at Derek. She reached behind her back
and yanked her top off. Derek's eyes went wide in anticipation,
then he chuckled. Vicca often went topless on the beaches of
Europe, but didn't think a class was a good venue for walking
around nude. Underneath her bikini, she wore a smaller bikini.
This one would have been banned on many an uptight American
beach, but it covered her nipples. The music stopped. Vicca
slipped back through the curtains to change. Everyone applauded.

"Very good, Vicca," said Asia. "You got yourself an A. What do
the rest of you think about her music choice?"

"Perfect," responded a girl.

"Outfit?" asked Asia.

"Great," said the other girl.

"I didn't like the mix of Indian and cowboy," said Derek. "The
Indians were oppressed by the white man after all."

"I agree," said Asia. "The cowgirl theme is quite popular. I do
one myself. Overall a great first effort."

"I would have liked to see her swing around the pole more," said
Derek. "I also like it when the girls get down on all fours and
walk across the stage.

"Overall, I'm very impressed, Vicca." Asia stood up. "Your body
is definitely built for nude dancing. You'll never have trouble
finding a job. I'll see you next week.

"Hey baby," Derek turned and leaned down towards Vicca. I got
some more suggestions. Care to meet me for drinks?"

YES, screamed Vicca's needy pussy. "I have a night class," she
stuttered out. "And a boyfriend."

"Change your mind and me and my bros will be at the bar on main
street."

"Derek," called Asia. "Can you stay after class again?"

"Gladly, teach." The black man's face broke into a broad grin.

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

The next week, Cindy came out as a female cop. She wore tight
blue short shorts with a blue blouse. Pinned to her blouse was a
toy badge. A black belt straddled her hips with a toy Billy club
and handcuffs dangling from it. Cindy wore a cap and reflective
sun glasses.

Cindy danced to techno slowly stripping down to lacy blue hidden
closet lingerie. She got good reviews though her body was
somewhat thin and angular with small breasts.

Lucy came out the following week. She wore a wedding gown,
stripping down to lacy white lingerie complete with garters and
white nylons. She had a buxom body that looked good now, but one
might guess she'd be chubby in a few years. Lucy also got good
reviews.

The final week of class was Derek's turn. Vicca, Lucy, and Cindy
were hanging out by the water cooler. "I don't know about you
girls, but I can't wait to see this," said Lucy.

"Oh, I think you'll all be impressed," replied Cindy. The thin
girl had gone on a date with Derek after she had stripped. Vicca
had felt special when Derek asked her out, but he had asked the
other girls out to after their performances. Cindy was the only
one who said, yes.

"I'm horny just thinking about it." Lucy refilled her cup from
the water cooler.

I'm horny too, thought Vicca. She'd grown horny both stripping
and strangely enough watching the three other girls strip too.
She feared her brief lesbian experience with Peg had opened up
some dormant tendencies.

"Ladies, Derek is ready for his final," shouted Asia. The three
girls took their seats.

Vicca and the other girls jumped when the rap music started
blaring. Derek ran out from behind the curtains blowing a police
whistle. He had chosen the standard policeman's outfit for his
performance. Vicca couldn't help admiring his torso. He looked
incredible. He shucked his shirt. The stage lights made his chest
glisten. He was every bit as muscular as the black men she had
observed playing basketball all year.

Derek danced quite well. He placed his hands behind his head so
that his biceps flexed while thrusting forwards with his hips.
Derek turned and ripped off his pants. A g-string slipped between
his hard muscular ass cheeks. When he turned back around there
was an audible gasp from the women.

Derek's briefs were made of a strong elastic material. The
material cupped his crotch looking like two oranges, a coconut,
and a plum were stuffed inside it.

"He stuffs his crotch," said Lucy in disbelief. Vicca knew
better. Her glimpse of Brad had taught her that large dicks did
exist and they seemed to belong to black men. "Take it off,"
yelled Lucy. The other girls joined in the chant.

Derek jumped off the stage and danced towards where his
classmates were seated. "Should I?" he asked, looking towards
Asia.

"We're all adults here, Derek." Asia was grinning.

"But I'm shy," he replied.

"Do it," shouted Lucy and Cindy. Vicca joined them.

Derek reached behind him. His brief was held together by a strip
of Velcro. He danced towards Lucy and ripped his underwear off.

The silence only lasted seconds, but it seemed to last forever.

"My god that's a monster," gasped Lucy, breaking the silence. The
coconut had uncoiled and the plum now fell nearly ten inches down
Derek's thighs. Ten inches, plump, but still soft. The oranges
swung freely, pushed out by his thighs. They were huge, hairy
black testicles. The plum suddenly swelled and rose up several
inches.

"It's the biggest dick I ever saw," said Cindy matter-of-factly.

Derek danced over to Vicca. His cock now pushed a foot long and
stuck straight out. It waved right under Vicca's nose. She swore
she could smell it and the enticing aroma made her pussy squirt.
Her nose and eyes followed the giant shaft.

"What should I do about this?" Derek asked the teacher pointing
at his cock. It was now more then thirteen inches long.

"Be very proud. You'll make a fortune with that thing. Black men
always do."

"Sorry, I'm just not used to having four hot women staring a my
bare big black cock." Derek had danced over to Cindy when the
song ended. He stopped dancing his cock right in front of Cindy's
face.

Vicca was still staring at Derek's shaft when she watched Cindy's
mouth open and her lips clamp around the fat cock head. Derek
stepped back, his cock head now all shiny with saliva. Vicca
wished she had licked the head. "Later," said Derek to Cindy. He
left to go get dressed. When he returned, he limped from a still
obvious erection.

"Well, girls how would you rate Derek's performance?" Asia asked.

"Amazing.

"Perfect. I wouldn't improve anything"

"I'm willing to give him all my money now." Cindy reached into
her wallet and waved two twenties around.

"A+," said Asia. "And all of you will receive similar grades.
Thanks for registering for my class. I hoped you enjoyed
yourselves. Have a great summer. Derek, maybe I will see you at
the Zebra club." Asia grabbed some folders and left.

"That reminds me." Derek looked over at the three girls. "The
Zebra club is having an amateur nigt this Friday. If I do well, I
get a job there. I was hoping you could attend and give me some
moral support. I need the money to pay my way through college."

"Sure," said Lucy. "I'll do whatever you want." She licked her
lips as she said it.

"Me too," added Cindy.

"I might be able to. I'll see what I can do." Vicca wavered.

"I'll look you up in the student directory. Check out the website
for the club if you get a chance."

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

Vicca stared at her computer monitor. The Zebra club appeared to
be a classy, clean, and safe exotic dancing establishment. Well
dressed white businessmen joked with each other and stared at a
beautiful woman dancing on the stage.

Derek picked Vicca up in front of her dorm. "Thanks again for
coming," he said as she squeezed into the back seat beside Lucy
and behind Cindy.

The Zebra club was in New Jersey and the ride lasted more then an
hour. The four chatted during the drive, but Vicca felt
uncomfortable. The other girls seemed bothered too. They squirmed
and looked flushed. It was the mere presence of the black man
that was doing it. Beside Vicca, Lucy's nipples were prominent
and Vicca felt her own start to harden. She was relieved when
they finally arrived at the strip bar and she could get out of
the car to breath fresh air.

At first, Vicca was concerned by the large number of black men
gathered around the club. Many were giants like Derek or Brad,
but some were normal sized. The American media rarely showed
blacks in a good light and large groups of blacks loitering
unnerved her.

Two big ones were bouncing at one of the doors. The website had
explained that the Zebra club was two bars in one. At one side,
men were the patrons while women danced. The other side had male
dancers. They strolled towards the latter entrance. One black man
guarded that door. He ogled the three women. "I'm Derek, I'm here
for amateur night." The bouncer just nodded and let them inside.
"You girls get a seat and have some drinks."

"Good luck, Derek."

A black bartender mixed three drinks for Lucy who carried them
back to the table. He never asked to see their ID. The bar wasn't
crowded only three tables had women at them. They were quietly
watching a man dancing. He was an attractive white guy with a
great figure. He wore only briefs. The man turned and removed
them. Vicca was unimpressed by the man's equipment. His penis was
only three or so inches long. It was pathetic compared to
Derek's. It suddenly occurred to her that the white man's penis
was roughly the same size as her boyfriend's and she had never
considered him small before, nor pathetic.

A giant black man came out next as Vicca put down her drink. As
soon as she saw him her pussy gave a little spurt. The powerful
horniness was returning. "I can't wait to see his big black
cock," said Lucy. Both Cindy and Vicca silently agreed. They
weren't disappointed.

Lamar was dressed as a construction worker. As soon as he started
dancing the women in the audience became animated. When his huge
black cock was revealed, white hands filled with green bills rose
into the air. Lucy followed a stream of women towards the stage
to give him tips. She had a five in her hands, but apparently for
a twenty, a woman could give his foot long cock a quick squeeze.
Vicca watched Lucy pocket the five and pull out a twenty. Lamar
took the money and let Lucy wrap her white hand around his very
thick shaft. When she let go, Lamar thrust his hips towards her
like he was thrusting his cocks towards her mouth.

The black bouncer approached their table just as Lucy was
returning. "Which one of you is Lucy?"

"Me," said a very flushed Lucy. She grabbed her drink a gulped it
down

"We're ready for you next door. Follow me and you can go back
stage here."

"What's going on?" asked Vicca.

"I'm dancing next door. I wanted to see if I can make any money"

"You're dancing nude?"

"Yep. In a way I'm looking forward to it. Cindy signed up to."

"I'm nervous," replied Cindy.

Vicca ordered two more drinks after Lucy left. They sipped them
quietly as several more white dancers took the stage. Some were
amateurs and their abilities were raw. They seemed upset by the
lack of female attention they were getting. "The dancer named
Cindy may come with me," said the bouncer returning.

"You're leaving me alone?" asked Vicca.

"Sorry."

What about Derek?"

"He knows we are dancing."

The announcer came on. "Now ladies, here is one amateur who may
become a regular if his equipment is right. Lets hear it for,
Derek."

Derek actually swung out onto the stage on a rope. He was already
half naked. His only outfit was a loincloth of fake cheetah skin.
The women went crazy for the muscular black Tarzan. "Derek,
Derek, Derek!" chanted Vicca. He stumbled a little jumping off
the rope, but recovered nicely.

Derek was magnificent. He teased his admirers, strutting around
the stage, beating his chest. Vicca stood and walked like a
zombie towards the stage, the first woman to start tipping. She
held up a five. Derek approached her, but turned away. He bent
down and his loincloth flew up. Vicca was staring at his hard
black ass, but couldn't miss his dangling cock either. She
stuffed the bill into his loincloth.

Derek turned and ripped the cloth off. His cock dangled before
her face, suddenly growing and rising several inches. Vicca was
no longer alone as every woman in the room rushed the stage to
tip the black man. Vicca slipped back to her table. She was hot
and horny. She ordered and quickly downed another drink.

When Derek finished, he returned wearing his loincloth. Women
waved bills to get his attention. "Vicca, I need help. These
women want private lap dances. I'm not sure I can do it."

"You were great, Derek."

"I know. I made $200 for a twenty minute dance. That old broad
over there tried to give me her motel keys. Anyway, I've never
done a lap dance. Can I try one on you first? Please?"

"Ah... that would be fine, I guess."

"Follow me to the private room.

The lap dance areas were in tight enclosed spaces. Vicca sat on
the bench just as a shout went out from the ladies in the
audience. She assumed another black man had taken the stage. "You
don't have to do this if you'd rather rest."

"Fuck that, I need the practice. Lap dances are almost fifty a
pop. Just relax."  Vicca felt embarrassed as Derek started
gyrating and thrusting his hips at her. The seat was elevated and
face level with his crotch. The room filled with his masculine
scent. "How am I doing?"

"Great. Your figure is incredible."

"Go ahead and touch my chest if you'd like."

Vicca reached out towards the thick tent under the loincloth. Her
hand moved up before making contact and rested on his stomach.
Her fingers slid over the hard ridge of his abdominal muscles.
"You must work out a lot to get a body like this?"

"Not really. I'm gifted with good genes." Derek untied his
loincloth and let it fall to his feet.

Vicca jerked her hand back as his rock hard cock sprung up at
her. "You're gifted all right. That monster's going to make you a
fortune."

"Glad you like it." Derek began gyrating his hips which caused
his cock to sway under her nose.

Vicca followed the monster with her eyes. Soon her nose was
following it. The giant black cock smelled masculine. He danced
too close and the bulbous head of his black cock pressed against
her lips leaving a wet spot behind when he pulled back. She knew
instinctively that this large shaft greater then a foot long was
exactly what it would take to satisfy the horniness that had
infected her throughout the school year. When his cock head
approached her lips again, Vicca opened her mouth letting the end
push inside. Derek didn't pull out. He worked his hips, gently
moving the fat cock head around her mouth. Vicca moaned as her
reluctance disappeared. Her hands grabbed the long shaft and she
started cramming his cock down her throat thankful for the
experience the ball gag had given her during the first semester.

"You know your way around a black cock," growled Derek, grabbing
her head. Derek pushed his cock farther down Vicca's throat.
Experienced or not, Vicca nearly choked on the fat monster.

Vicca bobbed her head helped along by Derek's thrusts. One hand
moved down to knead his balls. His testicles were so large, one
filled her palm. Oddly, she found herself enjoying sucking
Derek's dick. Sucking his big cock was rewarding and challenging.
Vicca felt like she was doing exactly what she had been born to
do. This was where she belonged.

Vicca gagged as Derek's fat cock swelled up suddenly. It even
felt hotter as it gave a spasm. Hot sperm pumped down her throat.
She continued to gag and pulled back to breathe, but more sperm
filled her mouth. She tried to relax, swallowing his cum and
breathing through her nose. His cum was simply delicious. It
covered her taste buds as more semen filled her mouth until her
cheeks expanded. Sperm poured out of her lips, flowing down her
chin. Vicca milked his shaft, wanting more.

"You love drinking black cum, dontcha?"

"Ja, Derek," moaned Vicca. "Ja, I love the taste. I want this
thing in mien pussy, right now. I want you to fuck me."

"And I wanna fuck that white pussy, baby, but right now I gotta
dance again and try to make some mo money, Plus, you gotta go
dance next door."

"What?" Vicca asked as she used her fingers to slide the sperm on
her chin into her mouth. "I didn't sign up."

"I signed you up. I know you got what it takes. Just try it for
me this once."

Vicca found it hard to say no to the black man with Derek's cock
still bobbing before her face. "I will do it for you, Derek."

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

Vicca came to her senses in the dressing room. She was still hot
and bothered. Her pussy would not stop leaking. She couldn't
understand why she had suddenly turned into a slut with a
thirteen inch black cock pointed at her mouth. Her behavior had
been shocking.

Vicca was also shocked when the DJ called her name. The Zebra
club didn't request anything fancy from her. They'd provided a
bikini. She was to go out on stage, dance, and remove the bikini
for about three songs. She wasn't uptight about nudity being
European, though this wasn't her ideal venue. What shocked Vicca
was the clientele.

Vicca strutted out onto stage to a rap song she didn't recognize.
The white businessmen advertised on the website were nowhere to
be seen. The bar was filled with black men. Half the black men
were muscular giants and the other half appeared normal sized.

There were white faces in the crowd. Vicca recognized some of the
women who'd been spectator's next door. They were talking to
black men. Girls in bikini's made the rounds off stage. She
glimpsed Lucy, sitting on a big black man's lap. Seated in back
were some white men. The white men all looked decidedly unhappy.
They were staring at some of the bikini girls and one man was
trying to pull one woman away from a giant black man. The black
placed one beefy hand on the white's chest and shoved him onto
the floor. A bouncer threw the white guy out. Vicca's attention
was turned to her audience.

Black men waved bills at her. She walked over to them and arched
a leg out. They shoved the money into her garter. Her class had
taught her that they were paying for a glimpse. She turned and
bent down, looking at her tippers from between her legs. Her hand
pulled her panty aside letting them glimpse her quim. A thrill
shot up Vicca's spine.

The song ended and Vicca untied her bikini top. More hands filled
with bills came up at the sight of her full German breasts. Vicca
twirled around the pole before strutting over to her tippers. She
kneeled and spread her legs, pulling the panty out so that they
could see her. One pinched her nipple as he tipped her. Both her
nipples were swollen and hard.

Vicca pulled her bottoms off as the song ended. Her once hairy
bush now trimmed back and revealed to nearly three dozen black
men. She belly danced nude for them creating an uproar. Some of
the men holding bills for her attention doubled the amount they
were holding.

Vicca walked to the edge of the stage. She threw her hair back
and got onto all fours. She crawled sexily along the edge. Men
shoved money into her garter or tossed it on stage. Black hands
reached out and squeezed her breasts. One grabbed her ass as she
crawled past. A finger entered her pussy and she responded by
having a small orgasm. Nearly every black man in the room rushed
the stage to tip her and cop a feel.

Something inside Vicca snapped as she got felt up. Suddenly
dancing on Broadway became a distant dream as Vicca found her
true calling. This was what she wanted to do with her life. If
the Zebra club would have her, she'd become a full time dancer
next year. Judging from the DJ's comments, they'd welcome her
back and judging by the money stuffed in her garter or littering
the stage, she'd do all right for herself.

The music ended. The black men nearest Vicca were telling her how
much they'd like to fuck her. The announcer called the women onto
the stage. There were nine amateurs in all, including the three
college girls. Vicca stood nude by Lucy who was topless. Cindy
was in a bikini, but her bottom had been pulled up her ass and
one tit had popped out. All the women looked dazed, but happy.

One by one the announcer called the women's names. When they
called Vicca's the applause was loudest. Vicca was declared the
winner of the contest and the huge black announcer gave her a
check for one hundred Dollars, nothing when compared to her tips.

The women dispersed back into the crowd of black men. Some yelled
at Vicca requesting lap dances. She was on her way to her nearest
admirer when Derek appeared beside her and grabbed her arm. "I
got your clothes. Lets get out of here."

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

"What about Cindy and Lucy?" asked Vicca, getting into Derek's
car.

"They got their own rides home. Where to?"

"My dorm. My roommate moved out and it's all to myself."

"Sounds fucking good to me. Congratulations by the way. I knew
you'd win. You were the hottest bitch up there."

"Thanks. I think I want to strip professionally."

"Great. I gots me a job there several nights a week."

"Maybe we can carpool? I'll need a ride."

"You're gonna get the ride of your life, baby."

The trip back to Long Island University seemed to last forever.
Between Peg and Ameena, Vicca had an idea of what black cock was
capable of. After Derek fucked her, she'd be hooked for life.
Joachim could find another girlfriend. No white dicks ever again.
Vicca couldn't wait. Her hand was in Derek's pants and stroking
his cock before he stopped the car. Her time had come.

Once in Vicca's dorm, she wasted no time pulling Derek's cock out
of his pants. She kneeled on the floor and quickly sucked him to
complete hardness. "Your cock is incredible."

"Thanks, baby. Now why don't you get out of those clothes."

Vicca stood and quickly pulled her clothes off. She watched Derek
remove his own clothes as she stripped. If she saw that black
body every day for the rest of her life, his perfectly chiseled
torso would still impress her.

Derek grabbed the young German woman and pushed her back onto the
bed. She sat on the edge and took his cock head back into her
mouth. He let her suck for a few minutes before placing his palm
on her forehead and pushing back. Derek forced his way between
her legs. He had to stoop a little to line his cock up with her
pussy. He pushed down on his shaft. Vicca arched her back to see
the fat cock head poised against her labia. Derek pushed harder
and Vicca's wet pussy stretched wide around the thick head before
the head slowly disappeared inside.

"It's so big. There's no way it will fit."

"You'd be surprised." Derek worked his cock around, pushing a few
more inches inside.

"It's stretching me out." Vicca's hips were now rising up to meet
his cock. His shaft reached the halfway point pushing deeper then
any penis had gone before. Vicca felt an overwhelming sense of
happiness and belonging. An orgasm began to build. A liberated
woman, Vicca found herself fantasizing about cooking for Derek,
cleaning up for him, servicing his cock for him, and raising his
children. Heavy balls slapped against her thighs and Vicca came.

"See. It fit."

Vicca just stared at Derek in awe. She was breathing too heavily
to ttalk. "Fuck me," she eventually gasped.

Derek grabbed her legs and spread them wide as he fucked her with
the entire length of his cock. "How ya liking your first taste of
black cock?"

"Love it. Love your black cock. Fuck me with your black cock."
Vicca was delirious with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed Derek's
shaft reluctant to let it go. It felt like she was cumming each
time he pushed it back in. She quit fantasizing about domestic
servitude and instead saw herself as Derek's sexual slave then as
just a slave to black cock. She kneeled between a circle of black
basketball players sucking their cocks. "This could of been yours
first semester," said one. Her ballet teacher was sucking the
Dean's cock while Vicca and Peg watched. "This is some prime
white pussy," growled Brad Wurse as Vicca rode his cock in his
limo. "You could have been a great whore." Vicca moaned. "I am a
whore. Fuck me harder" She was fucking Derek again and he
increased his speed. They weren't fucking on her bed. They were
on stage and dozens of black hands were throwing money at them.
The hands caressed her and pinched her nipples. One fed his black
cock into her mouth while she stroked two off with her hands.
"More black cock, more."

"Here it cums." Derek buried his cock and held still.

His sperm exploded into her pussy and Vicca had the biggest
orgasm of her life as jet after jet sprayed her womb. Derek
yanked his cock out, shooting strands of semen across her belly.
His final wad contained more semen then she had ever seen in her
life.

"I now pronounce you a slut for black cock"

"I am a slut for black cock. When can we fuck again?"

"Just give me a few minutes to recharge. We'll fuck all night."

Vicca stretched out on her bed. She ran her fingers through the
sperm pooling on her belly. She moved her fingers up to her
breasts, moaning as she rubbed the sperm around her nipples.
Never in her wildest imagination would she have believed, she'd
be in America getting the best fuck of her life from a hung black
man. Nor would she have thought her planned career as a dancer
would lead her down the path of professional stripper. Vicca had
no regrets, she looked forward to her new life.

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

"Enter," barked Dean Mfune. Jubal looked up as the black man
entered his office. "Ah Derek, come in."

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes. Take a seat." Jubal took out a remote and aimed it at his
television. The video of Derek fucking Vicca appeared on screen.
"You've impressed me, son. The German slut is an amazing
recruit."

"She's back in Germany now, but when she returns, she'll drop out
of school and strip full time for us."

"Then we'll have her do some pornos like her roommate, Peg. Maybe
we'll put them together in one. They had a lesbian encounter
don't you know?"

"I'd like to see that."

"It's on voyuercom. You can download it anytime. The German slut
was a tough nut. I have another tough assignment for you."

"Yes, sir."

"I want the Kappa Gammas converted. The snooty Kendall Lewison
needs to go black as do all her sisters. The hottest sluts on
campus." Derek had never crossed paths with Kendall. Jubal showed
him her picture. It'll be my pleasure, Dean."

The End

Note: See Africanos Kappa Gamma by Aurachaotic for Derek’s
adventures with Kendall.