Not Another Teen Story 
An E&I Enterprises Story 
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2009


Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves
Raymond's Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should
be read first to better enjoy this one.

May 2002


"I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan
as she swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away
again, maybe you and your father can come over tonight?"

"Maybe," said Jamal, putting his massive cock away after his
teacher had kissed it one last time. "How's old Raymond taking
the new you anyway?" Raymond had watched his wife turn into a
slut before his eyes as the two black men broke her in on his
marital bed.

"He's hanging on. I think he feels really emasculated after
seeing yours and Malcolm's giant pricks.

"Are you surprised?" Jamal didn't wait for an answer. "I gotta
get going. If dad or I ain't busy, we might stop by and give you
what you need."

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

"No fucking way. I don't fucking believe it," said Dan. "She
attacked your cock like she was in love with it or something."
Dan had watched Mrs. Duncan give Jamal a blow job from the door
window of her class room.

"Told you," growled Jamal. "Once they get the taste of a really
big cock, I can turn any woman into a slut."

Dan the school's quarterback blushed. Until seeing Jamal in the
showers, he had been damn proud of his dick, but the black man
seemed twice as big as Dan in every way, dick length, girth, even
the black man's biceps and chest measurements put Dan to shame
and Dan was a husky guy. If Jamal had been more skilled with a
football, he could have been quarterback. Even with a minor
position on the team, every member, Dan included, saw Jamal as
their leader. Dan was sure that penis envy had something to do
with it.

Still, Dan was jealous of the hung black man. Jamal had fucked
half the cheerleading squad, and he had now witnessed Mrs.
Duncan, a teacher he idolized and had a crush on, turn into a
slut when Jamal walked into her room and pulled his pants down.
Dan pulled out the twenty he owed Jamal for losing this bet. "You
may have nailed Mrs. Duncan, but there's plenty of women you
can't fuck."

"Wanna bet?" said Jamal, with a cocky grin.

"You're on, double or nothing, but I get to pick the girl."

"Go on."

"I pick the girl and you have until the prom to get in her pants,
that's just over a month. There has got to be penis-pussy
penetration or you lose.

"Who'd you have in mind?"

"Her," said Dan, pointing at his victim.

Samantha Reynolds had just rounded the corner. As Jamal turned to
look, she tripped over her own feet, she didn't fall, but the
huge pile of books in her hands went all over the floor. She
kicked one against the lockers as she tried to pick it up.

"I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, Dan."

"Can't do it huh, big man?"

"I can do it little man. It'll just take some work. What say we
up the stakes? If I win, I get to fuck Trisha."

"I can't bet my girlfriend."

"Don't have much confidence in her, do you?"

"Sure I do, besides there's no way your going to fuck Sam within
a month. What's in it when I win?"

"I'll give you a thousand dollars, but when I win you got to
leave me alone with Trisha for a couple nights." Trisha had been
dating Dan several years. Jamal had fucked her two best friends
and he knew she was curious about him. He had been planning to
fuck her before the year was out anyway.

Dan was still in shock from the thousand dollar offer. He was
restoring a hot rod and the money would sure help. "Deal," he
said, shaking Jamal's hand.

Jamal spun around just as Samantha kicked a book at his feet. He
bent down and picked it up handing it to her.

"Thanks Jamal," she said, looking shyly towards the floor.

"How are things, Sam?" Samantha was a nerdy girl. She had long
raven black hair always pulled back, dark piercing eyes and black
glasses perched on her nose. She was one of those weird girls who
always dressed in black, which included black nail polish and
reddish-black lipstick. She had a nice body, but hid it under
bulky pants and sweaters. Back when he was a geek, she had been
the only girl who talked to him. He had jerked off thinking about
her many a night before becoming enhanced.

"Oh how nice, the big popular boy has lowered himself enough to
talk to the social outcast."

"I've missed you, Sam."

"I missed you too, that is I missed the real Jamal. Not this
testosterone-crazed, muscle bound gorilla you've become."

"I'm sorry, I've been an ass. Let me make it up to you, how about
a movie tonight?"

Samantha turned white as a ghost. Had he just asked her out?
She'd never been on a date before. Not that it mattered, she
could never date a black guy, her father would kill her. She
thought a couple boys were going to ask her out once, but she
inadvertently ended up insulting them. This had completely thrown
her off balance. "Why?" she stuttered out.

Jamal wished he hadn't opened his big mouth and just taken the
twenty dollars. "Because I miss you and thought we could spend
some time together like we used to."

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Suspicious little bitch. "Well, I was hoping you could help me
with my college grammar. English was always your specialty after
all."

Samantha felt a great sense of relief. He had an ulterior motive,
he needed her help with school work. She was also a little
disappointed. "No movie, but if you want to meet me at the
library, we can study together. You can help me with chemistry.
Don't come to my house, dad didn't like you when you were
scrawny, he'd positively hate you now."

"When?"

"If you were truly my friend, you'd know," she said, turning to
leave.

"Tonight, six thirty to eight, just like old times."

Sam turned back to him and for a brief moment a smile tugged at
her perpetual frown. "I'll be there. Oh and by the way, if you
hadn't skipped class half the year, maybe you wouldn't need my
help."

"But then I wouldn't get to spend time with you."

One of her eyebrows shot up and her heart skipped a beat. There
was that uncertainty again. Was he flirting with her? No, she
decided, he was just tired of being fake like most of the popular
kids. Samantha turned and left, pleased that she'd have Jamal
back to talk with.

Jamal showed up at the library at precisely six thirty. He used
to haunt the library before becoming enhanced. Now this was the
first time he had set foot here in close to a year. Samantha was
at their old table, nose so deep in a book, her glasses were
almost falling off. He sat beside her and glanced at the page. It
was some morose poem about being alone. Samantha finished the
poem and jumped with shock seeing him sitting beside her. She had
been so into the poem, she hadn't even noticed him. Jamal didn't
like that, everyone noticed him. "It's like Deja Vu all over
again," he said.

"Lets get to work," she said. "I'm still not ready to forgive you
for blowing me off all year. Now what are you having problems
with?"

For the next hour, she went over the current chapters in college
grammar. Jamal pretended he didn't understand some of it and
asked some good questions. Then they switched to chemistry, a
subject in which he could have taught the class and knew a lot
more then the teacher. "Look closely at the chemical formulas.
There do you see it?"

"No," she replied moving her head down following his finger.
Jamal was moving his head down too as they both stared at the
book. Their cheeks were touching. He turned his face towards
hers, their mouths just inches apart, he moved closer to kiss
her. Sam stared cross-eyed at his approaching lips before drawing
back. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to kiss you."

"Why?"

"I like you Sam, I always have.

"I like you too Jamal, or I used to anyway, but only as a
friend."

"Just one kiss Sam. If you don't like it, then I'll never bother
you again."

"I think I'd better go," she replied, grabbing her books after
pushing her glasses up her nose. Jamal had a powerful animal
magnetism about him, it made her want to kiss him, but he was
black and he did represent a lot she hated about male-dominated,
phallocentric society. He was a muscle-bound football player,
dated bimbo cheerleaders, etc. She left the library without
saying a word.

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

"I've never before encountered a mind as brilliant as yours
since, well, since myself."

"Thanks Hank," said Jamal shaking hands with the enhanced white
chemist. "Working with you has been the second most important
thing in my life this last year. Filling up more bitches then I
can count with my cum was the only thing better."

"I know the feeling."

"I wonder what they'll do?" Jamal looked at the first five vials
of Yserum sitting on the table. "Who's the first test subject?"

"Tyrone's secretary, Carol. She has been a faithful employee for
years and is rapidly losing her looks, not to mention gaining a
few pounds. I'm injecting her tonight. In one months time, we
shall have the first truly enhanced female."

"I can't wait to see what happens," said Jamal, looking with
pride at the vials he and Hank had created. It had been Jamal
that came up with the ideas to bond certain chemicals to get
around various roadblocks that had been baffling Hank McGraw for
months. "Oh, I need a little vial of Xcite."

"Tough one?"

"Yeah, 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. “Arrogant, but interesting.“ 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."

Malcolm 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 Malcolm 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.

Malcolm 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 Yserum. Mission
accomplished. Then he heard the door knob turning.

"Malcolm, what are you doing here?" asked Vera Wringer. She had
forgotten her purse.

Malcolm 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. Malcolm on the other hand, was in his mid-forties though
the Xserum 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 have 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."

"Malcolm, 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. Malcolm 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 inconveniencing
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, Malcolm," she said,
moving her nose in closer for another whiff. "You’re a giant."

"Aw come on, my son's bigger then me. I'm sure Mr. Wringer's
gotta come Close to this little thing in size."

"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 twenty-two years of marriage really put a
damper on one's love life.

"Too bad...for you." Malcolm 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 an inch or so of the shaft. "Just keep doing what
you're doing."

"This is wrong. I can't." She was already sliding her now
lubricated hand along the entire shaft.

"Sure you can. Just be scientific about it. You're a
professional, just giving a patient some release. I don't expect
you to enjoy it."

Yeah, that was it. She was a professional just giving Malcolm
some release with something that had to be painful. The problem
was that she was enjoying this. She found his big black penis
fascinating. It had stopped growing at eleven inches and
thickened up as wide as her wrist. It was simply magnificent. Her
vagina yearned for it even though it was obviously too big for
any woman, but then how had he had a child?

"Yeah that's it nurse, that feels so good. You really know how to
take care of a man-sized cock."

His voice startled Vera. She had been in a trance staring at it
and was surprised to find her hand swiftly gliding up and down
his entire shaft. His mighty cock throbbed with power, she could
feel the blood rushing through his veins, the heat it was giving
off, even through the latex glove. Vera brought her gloveless
hand up and gripped his shaft near the base to steady it. Her arm
grew tired and she switched, using her unprotected hand to stroke
him off. She didn't care any more, she just wanted him to cum.
She switched hands several times.

"Pull it down a bit," he said.

Vera did as she was told, flexing her muscles to get the big cock
from pulling up towards his chest. It had been swelling even
larger recently and was turning an angry purplish-black. She
stared fascinated at the plum-sized head pointing at her face.
Vera had a strong desire to take it in her mouth even though she
hadn't done that for her husband since they were dating nearly
two decades ago. As she stared, the long pee-slit opened and she
barely got her eyes shut in time as what felt like a shot glass
full of hot pudding hit her face.

Normal male ejaculate would barely fill a spoon so she hadn't
expected so much nor did she expect it to shoot out the two feet
it took to strike her in the face. Even more unbelievable,
another large wad hit her face, then something hit her uniform
blouse. She could feel it jerk in her hands each time he
ejaculated. Eventually, it quit shooting, but sperm flowed down
his shaft covering her hand like lava from a volcano.

Vera let go and walked over to her sink holding her mouth tightly
shut and only peaking out through one eye. "Thanks nurse
Wringer," said Malcolm getting up and pulling up his pants. "That
made the swelling go down." She didn't say anything as he left,
just slowly cleaned herself off. The smell of semen filled her
nostrils as she washed her hands. In the mirror, she could see a
little bit of sperm still on her cheek. Her tongue lashed out and
licked it up, rolling it around in her mouth before swallowing.
She suddenly wished she hadn't cleaned her face so quickly so
that she could taste him again.

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

"Are you still having problem with the swelling?" asked Vera at
lunch the next day.

"Always," said Malcolm, looking up from his tray.

"Lets finish and check it out in my office then." Vera hadn't
been able to get Malcolm's giant phallus out of her mind. It
filled every waking moment since yesterday and her sleeping
moments too.

They hurried up and finished, walking back to her office only to
see Samantha Reynolds waiting for her. "Oh Sam, I forgot about
you."

"That's ok Mrs. Wringer, it seems I'm the forgettable type."

"Don't say that, Sam," said Vera, "I just had something else on
my mind."

"Yeah Sam," said Malcolm, "you’re a very pretty girl. My son
thinks very highly of you."

"Thanks Mr. Washington." Sam felt herself blushing. "I'm just
here for my weekly allergy shot. Then I'll be on my way."

"Here you go Sam," said Vera, filling up a needle from a vial.
The nurse quickly poked it in Sam's arm. "That's it girl. Now run
along back to class." The bells were going off indicating lunch
was over. Sam was surprised to hear the lock turn on the latch of
the door to nurse Wringer's room as she left.

"Let me see the swelling Malcolm," said Vera. "This time I need
to take your temperature."

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Take off your blouse."

"I feel more comfortable in my uniform."

Malcolm slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his long
dangling cock. Vera gasped still amazed by its size. "If you ever
want to touch this again, you'll remove your clothes
immediately."

"But..."

"But nothing, bitch. Do as I say."

Vera looked shocked, no one had ever spoken to her like that
before. She began unbuttoning her blouse. The big black cock rose
an inch as her huge tits were revealed covered only by a plain
white bra. She had gained a lot of weight giving birth to two
children, lost most of it, but her breasts remained gigantic.
"Now the skirt." Soon the skirt fell to her feet and she stepped
out of it along with her  white nurse shoes. She wore a plain
white garter to hold up her white nylons. Vera made to remove it
when he barked, "No, leave the garter but take off the old lady
panties."

Vera unhooked it enough to take her panties off, revealing her
well-trimmed bush. Malcolm's cock was at half-mast now, pointing
straight at her. She no longer trusted herself around his dick.
Her plan had been to jerk him off again and maybe suck on it a
little, but with her pussy unprotected and dripping she wouldn't
be able to resist it.

"Now the bra," he ordered, pulling off his shirt.

The hook was in the front and her breasts  burst forth from the
bra as she freed them. They were too big not to sag, but they
were smooth, beautiful, and perfectly shaped. Her nipples were as
hard as she'd ever seen them stripping before the hung black
janitor. Both their eyes were staring at each other’s chests, his
at her breasts, hers at his large muscle covered torso better
then any man’s she had seen before. She glanced down watching his
cock climb upward until it was pointing at an angle towards the
ceiling.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want to suck your cock."

"Ask me."

"May I suck your cock, Malcolm?"

"Fall to your knees and crawl to me." Vera kneeled and walked on
all fours over towards where he stood beside the cot. "You may
suck it now."

Vera attacked his cock. She went nuts, kissing and licking every
square inch of his mighty shaft before taking it in her mouth.
She choked on it she was trying to cram so much down her throat.
She hadn't done this in years, but with Malcolm she found herself
enjoying it. She paused gasping for air. "How's my temperature
nurse?"

"Burning up," she replied.

"Say ahhh," he said watching his cock head disappear between her
lips again.

Vera loved sucking Malcolm's black sausage. She loved feeling it
pulse in her mouth, loved having the hard ridged head slide back
and forth against her tonsils. She bobbed her head as rapidly as
she could, using her hand to stroke it while she caught her
breath. She felt it growing and though she craved his sperm the
need in her pussy was greater. She pulled her head back watching
his rampant cock fly upwards. "What the fuck are you doing,
bitch?" he screamed.

"Sorry, but I need it inside me."

"Put your damn lips back on my cock."

"But, I need you to fuck me."

Malcolm grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forwards.
"Shit bitch, I ain't your limp old husband. I'll fuck you after
you swallow my cum."

Vera didn't believe him. Malcolm would lose interest as soon as
he came and either want to sleep or want to get out of there as
soon as possible. At least this way she got to taste him and
maybe someday he would fuck her. It felt like someone had stuck a
fire hose in her mouth and turned it on suddenly. The big cock
bucked in her throat, pumping wad after wad into her belly. She
withdrew all but the head wanting to taste him, surprised that
his wads were still large enough to fill her mouth. She used her
hands to jerk forwards on his shaft making sure every drop had
entered her mouth.
"Wow, Vera," said Malcolm, "I'm impressed, you didn't spill a
drop. No woman has ever done that before."

Vera wondered just how many women had sucked on Malcolm's dick.
The way he talked made it sound like a lot. At least she was
special. "I still want to see how much of it I can take in my
pussy."

"Well get on the cot then. Lie on your back and spread them
legs." Malcolm was in the mood to fuck her like an animal on all
fours, but the cot was to low for a good doggy fuck.

Vera climbed onto the bed, staring, mouth agape at Malcolm's
cock. It had softened a little, but was still hard enough to fuck
her. Malcolm just grabbed the tip of his dick and tugged it a
couple times. Amazingly it reversed course, hardening again as
big and erect as the previous time she had seen it.

Malcolm wasn't one for foreplay. He just climbed between her legs
and probed around her pussy with the head of his cock until it
went in. "Jesus," she whined, even the head felt huge. Malcolm
laid down on her, covering her entire body. Her white nylon clad
legs wrapped around his thick waist making it easier for him to
enter her. "Oh my god," she moaned. Every nerve in her pussy was
coming alive like never before. "You’re so big! Fuck me Malcolm,
please fuck me."

Vera hadn't had an orgasm in a decade, but as soon as that big
cock was halfway in her pussy, she began cumming like crazy. She
felt hot and flushed, her toes curled, she had big ones, small
ones, and ones that made her bite her tongue to keep from
screaming.

Malcolm had pushed his entire eleven inch dick inside her and was
fucking her so hard the bed was bucking off the floor. Each
thrust brought forth a big squish from her wet pussy and then a
slap as his balls hit her thighs.  When he came she heard bells
ringing as her own orgasm tore through her body causing her to
spasm out of control writhing beneath him, thrusting her hips up
into his crotch crazy with lust.    Malcolm pulled out after he
had churned his sperm into butter with a cock that never seemed
to quit thrusting. He walked over and began to get dressed
without even cleaning his cock off. 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 pussy
again, that plump ass of yours, and fuck them big titties."
Malcolm winked at her and closed the door.

Vera couldn't wait.

*******************
"You wanna double team the nurse with me son?" asked Malcolm.

"That old bitch," he replied, forty-five 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?" Sam looked perplexed.

"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 loudly 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 with a grin on his face.

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 to 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 when 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. You’re 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. It gave off heat and the thing throbbed with
his pulse.

"Oh Sam, you’re 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 peni...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 people will never grow up," said Dan to Trisha without
looking behind him. He obviously thought it was popcorn again.

As Dan was saying this a second big wad of cum was splattering on
the back of his chair. Several more wads followed it, each
successive one not traveling as far until the last hung down the
back of the chair directly in front of Jamal.

"I'll be right back," she said standing up.

"Thank you," said Jamal, trying to shove that huge piece of meat
back into his pants. It was still gigantic, partially erect and
hard to bend.

Samantha went to the ladies room and washed up. She looked at
herself in the mirror. She looked flushed and wide eyed. Her
heart was racing. Jerking Jamal off had been the most exciting
thing she had ever done. His cock seemed to have a hold on her.
It was almost as if she couldn't resist his request. She had a
strong desire to obey and please the young black man.

After she returned to her seat, the two of them couldn't help but
stare at the light from the movie screen reflecting off the sperm
in Dan's hair in front of them. Later, Jamal walked her to her
car and kissed her goodnight. She let him this time and didn't
resist when he put her hand on his cock. "This is what you do to
me," he said. It was hard again and she squeezed it through his
pants. "Last chance Sam. Would you like to go to the prom with
me?"

"I don't know Jamal."

"Let's just go as friends then."

"Ok, but just as friends. I'll make up a story to tell my dad."

"Great, can we get together tomorrow to study?"

"Alright, why don't you come over to my house. Dad will be at
work late that night. We can use my computer."

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

After school the next day, Samantha found herself shopping for a
prom dress. The one she kept coming back to was her signature
black, but it wasn't her. The dress was short, stopping just
above the knee, it would hug her figure, and it would show off
some cleavage, though tastefully.

Sam went to the changing room to try it on. The first thing
unusual she noticed, was that her breasts were positively
straining against her worn out old bra. She unhooked the bra and
examined them, moaning as her fingers touched her sensitive
nipples. Her breasts had looked bigger this morning, even her
nipples looked longer and puffier. Sam had been planning to start
working out to lost a couple pounds she had gained over the
winter, but it appeared she had lost it already. Her stomach was
flat, even her hips looked a little more tapered. She must be
undergoing some kind of growth spurt. She looked good though her
large breasts made her look top heavy.

Samantha tried on the dress and it even impressed her. It was
sure to impress Jamal, maybe even make his cock hard again. She
stopped not sure when she had decided on buying an outfit to
please him, but that was what she was doing. She wanted him to be
proud to walk into the school prom with her on his arm. Most of
all, she wanted to see his cock again. She had even dreamed about
it last night. It was all she could think about. Sam bought the
dress knowing he would appreciate it. She added a new bra to the
ensemble. A black lacy one and as an after thought decided to add
a matching pair of panties too.

Sam ran a little late and found Jamal waiting at her house for
her. He was sitting on her steps and as he stood, her eyes
immediately went to his crotch to check out his bulge. "Sorry I'm
late," she said.

"That's alright. I haven't been here long."

"Lets go up to my room."

In her room, Samantha tried to concentrate on studying, but found
her mind wandering. "What's wrong, Sam?" asked Jamal. "You seem a
million miles away."

"I can't stop thinking about last night. I don't know what came
over me. It wasn't like me at all to do something like that."

"Like what?"

"When I jerked off your penis."

"You mean my cock? Come on, you did me a favor."

"I know, I don't regret it. I'd never seen a man's cock before."

"Did you see it? The theatre was kind of dark."

"Yeah, it was dark in there."

"Wanna see it again? In the light and all."

"Yes, yes I would."

"Ok, but you gotta take it out." Jamal stood off her bed and
walked over to where she sat at her computer desk.

Samantha noticed her hands were shaking as she reached out to
unbutton his pants. What was this fascination she had with his
penis? She fumbled with his zipper she was so anxious to see it
again. She pulled his pants down his hips and yanked his briefs
down until Jamal's cock sprang up nearly hitting her in the face.
It was even more impressive in her well-lit room. She could see
his huge balls clearly now along with thick shaft. A fresh wave
of lubrication coated her vagina just looking at it. For the
first time in her life she considered giving up her virginity
before marriage.

"Feel free to touch it," said Jamal.

Samantha grabbed it and began sliding her fingers along the rod
and hefting his balls. Her nose was close to the head and she
inhaled his masculine aroma. Poor Jamal, he needed her help
again. "Can I stroke you off again?"

"Sure, but I was thinking of something else.  "There's this thing
couples do..."

"We're not a couple. We're just friends.

"Fine. It's something two people can do without actually having
sex. We use our mouths to get each other off. You suck on my cock
and I'll suck on your pussy."

"I'm not a whore."

"Everyone does it, not just sluts. If you truly want to make a
man happy, you gotta know how to suck dick. You do want to make
me happy don't you?" Samantha slowly nodded. "Then give it a try.
You can stop whenever you want and we'll switch."

"But you'll see me naked."

"Just pull your skirt up. I know how to satisfy a needy pussy."

Her pussy was needy. "What do I do first?"

"Start by licking my cock." Samantha stuck her tongue out and
tentatively touched it to his cock-head. "Now lick around the
crown and over the pee-slit, then down the shaft and you can lick
my balls for good measure."

Samantha followed his orders and ran her tongue around his
bulging cock-head. She teased the pee-slit tasting his pre-cum,
surprised it didn't disgust her. Her tongue extended farther as
she got into it licking his shaft and moving her tongue in little
circles around his balls. Sam stopped licking, burying her nose
in his crotch, inhaling deeply. The smell excited her, spurring
her on. This was not her, but she was enjoying it.

"Now take it in your mouth. Take as much as you can into your
throat."

Sam squeezed her lips tightly around the tip, pushing forward so
that it entered her mouth. She bobbed her head several times
before choking as it touched her throat. "I can't, it's too big."

"Relax your throat. When you feel you've done too much give
yourself a break." Sam managed another inch before removing it to
breathe. "Stroke it while you rest or I will never cum." Samantha
looked up at him and licked his cock head while stroking his cock
with her hand. "One last thing Sam, a man's ego, like their cock,
should also be stroked by a female."

"What do I say?"

"Say what you feel and are thinking."

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She kissed the tip. "Your cock
is amazing. It's so big and powerful." Sam sucked the end for
several minutes before resting. "I love your big cock. I want to
swallow it all." This time Sam managed to swallow half. Her
throat was getting used to it and she needed less time to rest.
Sam began bobbing her head rapidly.  She pictured his ejaculate
flying through the air in the theatre. She pictured his ejaculate
filing her mouth, sliding down her throat, filling her belly with
his hot seed and she knew this was what she wanted. Samantha
redoubled her efforts taking his cock deeper into her throat.
Samantha noticed the signs that his orgasm was approaching, Jamal
was tensing up, bucking his hips a little, cock swelling. She was
about to swallow the first of what she hoped would be many loads
of Jamal's cum when she heard the car pull up in her driveway and
reality came crashing back.

"God fucking damn," said Jamal clenching his teeth and pulling
his pants up.

Samantha had just wiped the saliva off her mouth with the back of
her hand and moved away from Jamal to a chair when her dad opened
the door to her room. "Hi daddy," she said nervously. "You
remember Jamal."

"I don't remember him being this big. Come on Jamal, I'll show
you to the door.

Kevin Reynolds, Sam's father walked Jamal downstairs. "Listen
boy," he said at the front door. "I don't want to see your black
face around my house again and you can keep your filthy black
hands off her. You know what I'm saying?"

"I don't take orders from white men, ass-hole. I do what I want,
I take what I want."

"I don't care how big you are jungle bunny, stay away from my
daughter or I'll kill you." Kevin slammed the door in Jamal's
face.

Sam was waiting on her bed when her dad came into the room and
sat down beside her. "What the hell do you think you’re doing
hanging out with that black kid?" he asked.

"We're just friends, dad."

Kevin slapped her on the face, not too hard, but enough to sting
and humiliate her. "Don't lie to me. One of my coworkers saw you
at the movies last night and said you kissed him in the parking
lot. What the hell were you thinking? I forbid you to see him
again."

"But we're going to the prom together," she blurted out, crying
and rubbing her cheek where he slapped her.

"Over my dead body. We'll talk more later."

Kevin called her downstairs to dinner. He had ordered a pizza.
Sam nibbled at a slice while her dad talked. "It hasn't been easy
raising a daughter alone after your mom died, but I've tried to
do my best. What do you think your mom would say about you dating
a black guy?"

"She hated them as much as you," said Sam.

"No, we don't hate blacks, they have their place, just not with
white people. Their not as smart as us Sam, don't you see that?

"Jamal has a genius level IQ."

"He's an abomination. Don't mention his name to me ever again."

"May I be excused? I'm not very hungry."

"Yes you may. Sam just remember I only want what's best for you."

Sam decided she needed a bath to relax and ran the hot water in
the tub. She stripped, sighing when she still saw the signs of
arousal covering her body from her hard nipples to her swollen
clit. She sat back in the tub at once worrying that she had made
her father ashamed of her and feeling that she had missed out on
something with Jamal. She was torn between family loyalty
and...lust. Yes lust, there was no other word to describe her
feeling about Jamal or at least, about Jamal's cock. The bath did
nothing to alleviate her guilt or her desires.

Samantha walked into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around her.
She let it fall to the floor just as her dad walked in the room.
"Sam, I don..." Kevin stopped staring in awe at the incredible
female body displayed before him. It looked like a wet playboy
playmate was standing in the room, his little girl was gone. Her
chest was huge, bigger then her mother’s had been, bigger then
they had appeared two weeks ago. It was an image that would be
frozen in his brain forever, a perfect female body. It asserted
his feelings about Jamal even stronger. No black would be able to
control himself around such a beautiful white woman.

"DAD, get out," she screamed.

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

"Sam, is the coast clear?"

"Oh Jamal," she said, into the phone. "Yes, dad's at work."

"Are you alright? How come you weren't at school today?"

"Dad made me go see a doctor. My body appears to be undergoing an
unusual growth spurt. The old fart doctor used it as an excuse to
feel me up." Sam left out the part where she had actually enjoyed
having the seventy year old man squeeze her breasts and examine
her vagina.

"When can I see you again?"

"I don't know, my dad's got me under lock and key. I can't even
go to school until he finds out what’s going on with my body."

"But the prom's in five days."

"He'll never let me go."

"If your dad is tied up at work, will you still go to the prom
with me? I can pick you up early for dinner."

"Yes, he's been acting funny around me lately, I can probably
leave a note saying I feel sick and went to bed early. We need to
leave before he gets home, but what can you do?"

"Leave it too me."

"Good, I want to finish what I started the other night." Sam
couldn’t believe she had just said that even as her finger worked
its way down to her slit.

"Pick you up at five."

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

"The black kid's back at your house and he's wearing a tux."

"Thanks Paul." Kevin Reynolds hung up the phone. He had asked his
neighbor to keep an eye on his daughter. The ungrateful little
slut was intent on disobeying him. Kevin left the office and got
in his car, soon he was heading home.

There was a back road that led almost straight to his house and
it was usually empty of cars. He was halfway home when he noticed
the flashing lights behind him. "Shit," he said looking at his
speedometer. He was speeding, but not excessively. No
self-respecting cop would pull him over for this.

Kevin pulled over and rolled his window down. "Look officer," he
said as the cop approached, "I need to get home and stop my
dau..." The cop was a huge muscular black man built like Jamal.
He wore reflective sunglasses over his eyes even though it was
getting dark.

"License and registration please."

Kevin handed them to the cop. "Look officer, I really need to get
home. Why'd you stop me? I wasn't speeding that much."

"I didn't stop you for speeding, I stopped you for weaving. Have
you been drinking Mr. Reynolds," the cop said, looking at Kevin's
license"

"No sir." It grated on him to call a black man sir. "I wasn't
weaving."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"No sir. That is, I didn't think I was weaving."

"Your car smells funny, do you smoke dope Mr. Reynolds?"

"No sir."

"May I search your car?"

"Yes, though you won't find anything."

"Step out of the car, keep your hands where I can see them and
step back please." The cop began pulling rubber gloves on.

Kevin did as he was told. "Is this really necessary officer?" The
cop opened the passenger door and disappeared as he looked under
the seat. "What’s this then?" the cop said standing up with a
large bag of grass in his hand.

"I don't know, it's not mine."

"Are you sure," said the cop, tossing Kevin the bag. "There's too
much dope there for a user, that belongs to a dealer."

Kevin examined it. Was it Sam's? Had Jamal corrupted her to the
point where she was doing or selling drugs? "I've never seen it,"
said Kevin, suddenly getting worried.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you, Mr. Reynolds."

"Wait, it must be my daughter’s. Please don't arrest her, she's
not a bad kid, she's just been hanging around with a bl..."

"A what, Mr. Reynolds?"

"With the wrong crowd."

"You were going to say a black guy, weren't you?"

Kevin nodded. "How do you know it wasn't your daughter that got
him on drugs?"

"I don't, I just assumed..."

"All black men aren't drug dealers and sexual perverts, Mr.
Reynolds. Get in your car."

"You're letting me go?" Kevin asked, quickly getting back in his
car.

"That depends." The black cop walked up to the window and began
unbuttoning his pants.

"What are you doing?" Kevin cringed back as the cop pulled the
zipper down.

"We're not all drug dealers and sexual perverts, but some of us
are. Suck my cock off and I'll forget I ever stopped you."

The bile rose in the back of Kevin's throat as the cop pulled out
a rapidly hardening dick that was twice as big as his own. The
monster was thicker too and rising as it hardened. "You black
fucker, I'll have you arrested for this."

"I'll have you arrested, Mr. Reynolds. I have a bag of pot with
your fingerprints all over it."

The color drained from Kevin's face. Had the cop planted it in
his car and tricked him into touching it? Was he some kind of
sexual predator, prowling the back roads for victims? It made
Kevin fear for his daughter even more knowing she was out with a
black guy.  "You'll never get away with this, you bastard."

"All I want is one blow job. That pot will get you ten years
minimum. They'll do a lot worse to you in prison then one little
blow job. What's it gonna be Mr. Reynolds?"

Kevin stared at it at once fascinated, disgusted, and jealous.
The eleven inch black dick bobbing under his nose was impressive
to say the least. It made his own dick crawl up into his scrotum
with envy. "What if somebody sees us?"

"Then you'd better hurry."

Kevin didn't have much choice, he needed to protect his daughter.
He leaned forward and took the black cock head in his mouth. He
was no stranger to sucking cock. When he was a teenager, he and a
best friend had been blow buddies. They had started out jerking
off together, then switched to jerking each other off. Blow jobs
had been the next logical step. Kevin had found he enjoyed
sucking his friend off to the point where he looked forward to
giving as much as he did to receiving. They had continued for a
year and a half until his buddy had gotten a girlfriend and soon
after, so had Kevin.
His friend's six inch dick had been difficult, but the cop's
black monstrosity was nearly impossible. This was the second
worst day of his life, after the day he tragically became a
widow. He had to hurry to catch his daughter. The strange thing
was the more he swallowed the more he wanted. Each time he
inhaled through his nose, the smell of the black man's cock
seemed to spur him on. It was challenging, each inch down his
throat was an accomplishment. Kevin felt his efforts were
rewarded when the black man started thrusting his hips, fucking
Kevin's mouth with his cock.

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

The big black limo driver grinned at Jamal as he opened the door
for the young black man. Jamal got out of the limo just as Sam
opened her house door and disappeared inside without him getting
a good look at her. "Go get her, sir," said the driver for King
limousines.

"Thanks," replied Jamal. He looked swank in his tux and knew it.
Jamal swaggered cockily as he walked through her front door.
"Sam?" he called.

"I'm coming down now," she said from upstairs.

Jamal watched through the railing as first one foot appeared and
then another. She wore black high-heeled sandals that wrapped
around her calves. He was glad to see her toenails were red for a
change. She took another step down and he was delighted to see
her legs just up above her knees. They were superbly shaped,
athletic, 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 outfit,
but he knew her ass hadn't been this exciting. This was the work
of the Yserum.

Jamal watched her thin, curvaceous 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 up thrust
like the fake ones on porn stars, 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, you’re beautiful," he said. Sam had
forgone her black, morose make-up and was wearing red lipstick
matching 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 for sex. She was 
ashamed of her behavior 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 probably
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.

"You’re 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 restaurants
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 specter 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, 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
Malcolm, working at the prom. "Let me get some pictures of you
two." Malcolm seemed the proud father. After taking some standard
shots, Malcolm pulled Jamal aside 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 Yserum. Carol‘s had a weird
reaction."

"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 tomorrow. 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. Jamal had
cuckolded Raymond and he wouldn't look Jamal 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
detected 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 have 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 and you have to
prove it."

"Shame we didn't bet your girlfriend I could have had her within
several days." Jamal left before Dan could respond.

The pack of horny boys separated 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.  He pressed his crotch against her belly and the feel of
his stiff cock made her pussy run.  Sam looked up at him. "Maybe
I will finish that blow job after all." Then she glanced at the
door. Oh no, my dad just walked in the door."

"Ladies and gentlemen, students and faculty," blared the
speakers. The aprincipal was on stage. "It's time to announce the
king and queen of the prom. Jamal Washington and Samantha
Reynolds come to the stage please."

Jamal swaggered onto the stage with Sam at his heels, shyly
looking at the floor. "Speech, speech," called the audience as
the principal gave them their crowns and stepped off the stage.
Jamal didn't know what to say. He leaned into the mike and
screamed, "Go Falcons." The football team and cheerleaders yelled
back.

Sam didn't like the way Jamal was holding up his crown in one
hand and her hand in the other like she was his trophy. "I'd like
to say a few words," she said into the microphone, this would be
her moment off glory where she made them all feel guilty. "You
see me as a butterfly where once you saw a caterpillar. I am the
same classmate I have always been. The same girl most of you
ignored all year because of the way I looked and dressed."

The audience snickered a little and she heard one whisper, "My
god, she's pregnant."  Sam felt sweat trickle around her nipples
and looked down, embarrassed to see her nipples were puffy and
hard clearly visible to the entire audience.  Worse still, her
dress was soaked around each nipple. Sweat formed on her forehead
as she struggled to continue. It was hot on the stage.

"We are all the same, yet different. It is our differences that
make us human." There had to be a poem or something she could
quote to get her point across, but the fires in her loins was
making it hard to concentrate. "You don't see a person on the
stage, you see the big breasts."

"How could we miss them?" yelled one of the jocks.

"What if I judged you all by the size of your boobs or your
coc..penises. Your hard, beautiful, sperm-filled penises. Just
what I need in my pussy right now." The audience gasped as she
reached over, squeezed Jamal's cock through his pants, then
unzipped him.

"I need to get fucked," said Sam, kneeling. The audience gasped
again when they saw the size of Jamal's organ, before it quickly
disappeared in Sam's hungry mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sam?" said Jamal, just before he
got a whiff of her. She did need to get fucked, he could smell
it. "Turn the fuck around slut and get on all fours. I‘m gonna
fuck that needy pussy."

They ignored the voices from the audience.

"Holy shit, he's gonna fuck her.”
“He'll rip her in two with that thing.”

“Somebody stop them.”

“Dude, this is better then a porn.”

“Man, that pot's some good shit.”

“That thing is twice as big as yours, Dan."

Sam forgot where and who she was as she kneeled on all fours
towards Jamal. Her short dress was already obscenely high on her
legs and he jerked it up exposing her sexy new panties. With a
powerful tug, Jamal ripped her panties off her body and tossed
them onto the stage.

Sam's pussy lips spread open for him even before he touched it.
She moaned as his cock head touched her labia. The pleasure
turned into a stab of pain as Jamal pushed forward, breaking
through her hymen claiming her virginity. The pain was gone in
seconds, Sam's pussy stretching out to accommodate Jamal's large
black rod. "Fuck me," she screamed. "Give me that big black
cock." Sam shuddered from an orgasm, her first, and one bigger
then most women ever experience in their entire lives.

In the audience, Kevin had been forcing his way through the crowd
watching the nightmare unfold, his worst dreams about black men
were coming true this day. He reached the stage and shook the
principal. "We gotta stop this."  The old man shook his head, he
seemed to shiver a little as he stared up at the interracial
couple. Kevin felt it to as he looked up at the stage, smelling
the sex coming off the two teens fucking just a few feet away.
His first desire was to take Jamal's place, the woman needed to
get fucked, even if it was his daughter. Instead of turning hard
though, his own dick was shrinking up into his scrotum. He wasn't
man enough to fuck the girl on stage. Kevin started shaking along
side the principal and several other male students close to the
action. None were man enough.

Malcolm sensed it to from across the room. He almost ran towards
Sam with every intention of ripping Jamal off her and fucking her
himself, his cock as hard as it had ever been. His son was bigger
and stronger then he was though and Malcolm backed off, but not
before a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat. Malcolm
needed to cum and if he couldn't have the girl on the stage, he'd
settle for Darlene Duncan. The hot young teacher didn't know what
hit her as she was lifted onto the punch bowl table, Malcolm
pulling her dress up over her hips. Darlene was cumming from
Malcolm's big cock before she knew what hit her. Many nearby
students watched their favorite teacher getting fucked by the
school's black janitor, but most continued to stare at the stage
as did Malcolm even while fucking Darlene.

Jamal pulled Sam's arms back so that her face hit the stage as he
continued to pound his incredible cock into her. He yanked her
spaghetti straps down her arms exposing her lacy bra. He used her
bra strap like reins for awhile, riding her, before unhooking it.
Sam's breasts sprang free as she pushed herself back up on all
fours. They swung like huge udders under her body. Not only did
they look like udders, but they were leaking milk onto the stage
floor. She was lactating.

Sam was in a world of perpetual orgasmic bliss. She came to her
senses as Jamal's pumping began to get more erratic. He was
getting close. At that moment, it ceased being about the sex. It
was all about the sperm. She wanted his sperm bombarding her womb
with seed. She wanted a baby. Thoughts of the baby disappeared as
Sam got her wish and millions of sperm exploded into her pussy.
Jamal's orgasm triggered her own climatic one and she passed out
from the pleasure. She awoke in the throes of another orgasm.
Jamal hadn't stopped for a second, he continued pumping her pussy
like an animal until he came a second time.

Jamal reluctantly withdrew his cock after the second orgasm. He
wasn't finished with her, but he had come to his senses,
remembering where he was. He picked up the semi-comatose woman in
his arms, the students parting for him as he left the building.

Jamal's cock swung, dangling out of his pants as he carried her
to the limo. He deposited her in the car and said, "drive."
However, the limo driver didn't drive. He stared at Sam, eyes
wide, nostrils flaring staring lustily at Sam's prone body until
Jamal raised the partition growling at the driver.

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

"Dad."

"Jamal, where have you been?" screamed Malcolm into the phone.

"I'm in a motel with, Sam."

"Why didn't you call?"

"I was kind of busy," he said looking at Sam's sleeping sperm
covered form. Her cheeks were puffy, her legs were spread wide
with sperm caked around her ass hole and pussy. Jamal watched as
milk from her left nipple traveled down her body to pool in her
belly button.

"You've been gone a week."

"A week?" The days had been a blur of sex, sleeping, and
occasionally eating from the vending machine. For the first time,
Jamal's cock dangled limply, his balls aching as his enhanced
metabolism worked overtime to replace the sperm he had
ejaculated.

"I talked to Hank. The Yserum test subjects, Carol, Sam, and the
others all seemed to go into heat during the final week of
enhancement. They give off pheromones we can't resist. Hank
thinks they're all pregnant, though it's too soon to tell.

"I'm gonna have a baby?"

"I'm gonna be a granddaddy. There's more, you've been expelled as
has Sam. Sam's dad hasn't filed kidnapping charges, I think he's
just disowned his daughter. I had to fuck Darlene while you were
up on the stage and we've both been fired. Not that it matters to
me, but I feel sorry for Darlene.

"I feel sorry for Sam too. I guess we can always go to night
school to get our GEDs."

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

"That cock of yours is incredible Jamal. I can't get enough of
it."

Jamal looked at Trisha, Dan's ex-girlfriend, home from college.
He had claimed his prize from the bet with Dan shortly after the
prom. Trisha had been receptive the minute he made a pass at her,
practically ripping into his pants. She had seen what Jamal's
cock could do to a woman having watched Sam climax continuously
on stage.

"None of the men in college measure up to you."

"You've only fucked black men I hope?"

"Yeah, no more white dick for me, but the ones I've been with
haven't been hung like you. I had to fuck ten until I found a
seven inch one."

"Keep trying. I can set you up with some big cock if you get
desperate." Jamal's cell phone rang and he answered it. It was
the call he'd been waiting for.

He ditched Trisha raced to the hospital where he met his father.
"Sam's having contractions," said Malcolm.

"Already?"

"That baby wants out."

Later, a pretty female nurse walked out into the waiting room.
"Jamal Washington, you have a son." The nurse's eyes settled on
Jamal's crotch where the outline of his cock was clearly visible.
"The boy favors his father."

The End

Author’s note: Of course, this was a spoof of the movie, “Not
Another Teen Movie”, the parody of all the teen flicks and I
tried to put elements of those themes in this story from the
original bet to the newly made over girl appearing on the stairs.

On a less humorous note, the part where Kevin tells his daughter
that blacks aren’t as smart as whites came from a real life
experience. I was at a barbershop and the barbers were discussing
this local town getting it’s first black mayor. They couldn’t
believe a black man had gotten elected and one leaned down to me
saying, “I don’t believe they’re as smart as we are.” I really
felt like I had walked back in time 50 years and I don‘t live in
some hick town either. I believe the barber has passed on, but I
can’t help wondering what he would say now that Obama has been
elected.