The Adventures Of Rev Al Sharpspeare An E&I Enterprises Story copyright 2002 by Stormbringer revised 2010 Note: This story was originally released in five parts. Part 1 December 2002 "Hmmm girl, he's so fine." "No justice, no peace," shouted Reverend Al Sharpspeare from the podium shaking his fist in the air. "No justice, no peace," responded the crowd, unenthusiastically. "Why we here girlfriend?" "I'm here to stare at Rev Al." "No seriously, what's up with this rally?" "To end racial profiling or something. Course the punk the cops stopped had 50 vials of crack on him and was drunk driving. I think Rev Al just likes to see himself on TV." "Yeah, he loves himself more then I love him." "He sure is fine. I don't know how someone can disappear for a month, return looking twenty years younger and look like he's lifted weights his whole life. Whatever he did sure worked. Wish he'd do something about that whacked hair though." ******************** "Amen brothers and sisters." Al Sharpspeare posed for the camera men, then stepped off the podium almost bowling over a young, elegant blonde woman. "Oh Reverend Sharpspeare, I've admired all the good work you've done over the years. You truly are a crusader for equal rights in this country." The woman stared at him with admiration filled eyes. Al looked at the woman and felt his cock extend a couple inches. He'd only been enhanced for a month and almost wished there was a way to turn the damn thing off. His cock was always growing at inopportune moments. Even standing on the podium in the limelight, it had grown a couple inches. The woman standing before him was simply stunning. She resembled Pamela Andersen back when Pam was a centerfold, still young and innocent, the girl next door, not the plastic Barbie she had become. Long, straight blonde hair parted in the middle framed a pretty face with bright blue eyes and stopped just above a very full bosom under an expensive pink cashmere sweater. She wore a long blue skirt, short enough to show a little leg, but very modest. Pink nylons covered her calves and she had on high heeled sandals. Her outfit and demeanor suggested old money. He hadn't fucked a white girl yet and his balls started aching, they wanted a shot at her eggs so bad, his cock turned completely hard. "Well thank you, I appreciate that very much." "I'm a legal aid sir, and I'd sure like an opportunity to serve my internship with you, sir." "I'm not a lawyer, but I'm sure my legal team could use an assistant." The giant black man handed the girl a business card. "That would be wonderful, sir. I'm Amber Derrickson by the way." "Pleased to meet you." ***************** Brian watched his fiancé call out, "Excuse me Reverend." The giant black man quit strolling down the hall and turned to intercept Amber. Brian’s fiancé appeared to worship the black man. Brian had never cared too much for the controversial Reverend. He found Sharpspeare to be a racist, a demagogue, and very self-serving. His fiancé hadn't quit talking about her internship the entire week she'd been working in the Reverend's office. Brian was a liberal Democrat of course, but Amber's heart was a lot more bleeding then his. "Sir, I'd like you to meet my fiancé, Brian Caldecott III." "Nice to meet you Brian." "And you sir." Brian was a big young man, but found himself looking up at the giant black man and his hand caught in a grip much stronger then his own. "You take good care of Amber here. She's an absolute treasure." "I plan to sir." Brian watched Sharpspeare stroll away and massaged his right hand where he had shaken hands with the Reverend. "I can see what you mean about him honey. There is a presence about him that doesn't come off when you see him on TV. He's very commanding." "A natural leader," said Amber, nodding her head. "There's only one other person, I've felt that way around." "Who's that?" said Brian smiling, expecting a compliment. "Reginald Jordan." "The lawyer?" replied Brian, a little hurt. "He's a lot like the Reverend, big, commanding. and I admire his work too. Jordan's defending the black fourteen year old that mugged the old Jewish woman. I hope he gets the kid off." "But wasn't the kid caught on camera?" "Oh he did it, but he's just another victim of society. Poor kid, never caught a break, broken home, the social workers failed him, the education system failed him. Jordan's trying to get him put on probation to one of Solomon King's halfway houses." "Yes King, the millionaire, philanthropist. Apparently, his halfway houses have an amazing success rate for rehabilitating juvenile defenders. " "That's right. Reverend Al is trying to get Mr. King a large government grant to help fund his rehab centers. King's asking for a lot for each kid, but ultimately keeping them out of jail is more cost effective for the taxpayer." "Free for lunch?" "No, too much work to do defending the defenseless. There is something I wish to talk to you about though." "What's that Amber?" "I'd like to ask the Reverend to marry us." Brian paused. He didn't like the idea at first. The Reverend that had married his parents, an old family friend, was scheduled to marry he and Amber. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of having someone famous perform the ceremony. It sure would look good in the newspapers and to all his friends. "I think, I would be open to the idea." "Really!" Amber clapped her hands. "That's wonderful. I'll ask him first chance I get." ***************** "Enter," said Al, giving the head of his cock one last squeeze. He had removed it under his desk and started stroking it. The monster was insatiable and required attention several times a day. He was keeping a dog's wee-wee pad under his desk to keep his giant globs of sperm from staining the carpet. His cock spasmed when Amber entered. "I know you’re busy sir, but I have a favor to ask." "Anything Amber." His cock whacked the bottom of the desk as it rejuvenated, but she didn't seem to notice the loud thump. "Brian and I would like you to be the one to marry us, sir." "When's the wedding?" "Five months." "I'd be honored and I have a favor to ask you." "Anything sir, anything. Thank you." "I'd like you to stay on here for awhile past your internship." "My daddy was expecting me to work in his office, but I'll ask him. I do like the work I do here. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for civil rights. My direct ancestors were slave owners, sir and I always felt we owed them a great debt." "I see, I didn't know." Al gave her a stern, I'm very disappointed to hear that look. "Don't associate me with my ancestry sir. I believe the races are equal in all respects." "In some respects, certain races have superior qualities." "Excuse me, sir?" "Have you ever had intercourse with a black man?" Amber was stunned by the question. "Of course not." "Why not?" "Because I met and fell in love with Brian." "Are you intimate with Brian?" Amber blushed and nodded. "Why do you ask?" "If I'm to marry you, I'll need to council you in physical as well as spiritual matters. I asked about the black man because of a theory I read stating that someone can not be truly free of racism unless they’ve had interracial sex. Sharing the most intimate act between races is the only true measure of eliminating and disproving bigotry." "Interesting." "Yes, it is isn't it? I'll need to have several meetings with you and Brian before the wedding." "That's great sir. Thanks again." ****************** Al walked into his waiting room and smiled his big white grin at Brian and Amber sitting on the couch. His secretary, an attractive black woman and one of his fuck toys handed him an envelope. "Thanks Francis," he said. "Just in time. He looked over at the young white couple. "Come on in and shut the door." The envelope was from Jubal, the Dean of Long Island University. The Dean had one of the art majors illustrate two pamphlets in the envelope. Al pulled them out and flipped through them while Francis brought in two cups of coffee. Unbeknownst to all three, but the Reverend, the coffee machine was designed to mix Xcite into the drink. Al used it to keep Francis constantly horny for his cock. He watched Brian take a sip big enough to make his dick limp for a month. Amber soon brought the cup up to her lips too. "Here's some reading material, please read through them. I will go over them during our one on one meetings. "Reverend Sharpspeare!" said Amber flipping through hers, "This shows people engaging in sex acts?" "Yes Amber, I am not one of those uptight, sex should be in the dark, between husband and wife, in the missionary position, for the intentions of procreation only, Reverends. I believe that intercourse and foreplay should be enjoyed as often as possible between a man and a woman. I believe the woman should be subservient to the man as it states in the bible..." "Alright!" shouted Brian. Amber elbowed him. "I'm not sure I like the term, subservient, sir." "Be that as it may, the bible is quite clear on the matter. As I was saying, the woman should be prepared to service all the man's carnal needs and hopefully those pamphlets will teach you how as well as this." Al took out a DVD in a plain case labeled E&I Video. "This will show you how to service those needs." "A porn?" asked Brian. "A film with adults having sex, but it is a how-to movie not a porn. The couple in the movie are married. That's all for today. I'll see you both separately at a later date. Read the pamphlets and watch the movie as much as you need to." ****************** Amber flipped through her booklet while Brian drove her back to his apartment. She had started to become very horny before leaving the Reverend's office and it wasn't subsiding. I was strange because she never got horny. The first illustration showed a blonde woman that resembled her, wearing daring lingerie and kneeling before an unidentified man. You could only see the pants and shoes on the man, but he had a sizeable bulge under his trousers. The caption explained that women should dress sexy to please their man. The next panel showed the woman reaching into the man's unbuttoned trousers. Amber laughed at the third panel. The woman had pulled out a huge penis as long as her head and was staring at it in awe. The artist of the booklet must of had an unusual sense of humor because he drew the penis entirely over proportioned and jet black. She laughed again as she looked over the next few pages. The black man was now naked, big and muscular. The woman was also naked, the panels showed her licking around the head of the black man's penis, kissing his testicles, then sucking on the end while massaging his equally large balls, and then angling her head so that she could swallow most of the thick dark shaft. Amber turned the page. The cartoon woman now had her head back and was getting jet after jet of sperm blasted on her. Her face and breasts were covered with the white stuff. The caption read, "having filled her belly, the woman will then allow the male to mark her with his seed." "This is disgusting, Brian. This shows a black man ejaculating on a white woman." "That's funny, mine showed a black woman with a white man. What church does Sharpspeare belong to anyway that produces pamphlets like this?" "Funny, I don't know. Let me see yours." Amber took Brian's booklet. Sure enough the woman was black and looked just like the blonde in her booklet only with black features. The man was completely different though. He was skinny with no muscles, white, and the artist had drawn a very small penis. The woman's expression even looked disappointed when she pulled it out. None of the panels showed it completely hard and no sooner had the woman put her mouth on it, but he was cumming. Of course, his ejaculate consisted of just a few drips which the woman caught on her tongue. Amber went back to the introduction which explained that the couple would be interracial to show diversity and that they would be drawn to make them proportional to certain racial characteristics. Amber wasn't that stupid, she knew black men didn't have penises as big as the cartoon man's. The races were equal after all. She looked at the rest of the books. Later panels showed the couples in a variety of positions, woman on top, doggy, woman in lap of sitting man, etc. Amber found the big penis man booklet a lot nicer to look at then the other. The last sex acts, the woman was taking the huge black penis in her rear end. The caption explained that the bible stated it was unclean to have intercourse with a menstruating woman so the woman must be prepared to present her rear to her husband. Amber wasn't so sure she liked that idea, but she felt moisture between her legs. Her horniness had actually made her vagina wet. She was so horny, when they got to Brian's apartment, she ran straight to the bedroom. "Brian hurry, I want you so bad." Amber was naked and under the covers when he entered the room. "Sorry honey, I'm not really in the mood," he said. "You're always in the mood," she said, perturbed. "Sorry." He shrugged. "I'll put the movie in and maybe that will change my mind." "We know what we're doing honey, no need to watch a porn. Those things are demeaning. And don't think I fell for any of that subservient crap. Men and women are as equal as blacks and whites." "Can't hurt just to peep at it and it might put me in the mood." Amber watched Brian strip. He had a sexy, very fit body that she could stare at for hours. When he took off his boxers however, his penis looked like a shriveled worm. She wasn't used to seeing it so small, most of the time she saw it, he was half-erect and on its way to growing it's full six inches. He crawled in bed beside her and pressed play on the DVD remote. ******************* An absolutely stunning woman stood on the screen completely naked in a nice bedroom. She had long black hair and a body that would of made a stripper jealous. "Hi, I'm Amy, over the next two hours me and my husband Leroy will show sexual intercourse and foreplay in a variety of positions designed to help newlywed couples explore their sexuality and have a full sexual life together." Leroy walked onto the screen and both Amber and Brian gasped. Leroy was a giant black man, buck naked, huge, muscular, and with an absolutely mammoth penis swinging between his legs. Amber hadn't believed there were penises that big or any much bigger then Brian. Brian thought of his own shriveled state and felt humiliated. The couple on screen clinked wine glasses. The black man took the woman's glass and gently pushed her to her knees. "As you can see," said Amy, "Leroy's penis is already growing in anticipation and will not require much work to make fully erect. Black men harden easily and have amazing stamina. Other men may require more work and more patience. Lets begin. I always start by kissing the tip of my husband's penis to show how much I appreciate him." The camera showed a close-up of Amy kissing the tip of Leroy's penis which looked to be a foot long now and still not completely hard. "The next step is to lick the cock all over, mmmm, I love this part. Give the head the most attention as it is the most sensitive, but don't neglect the shaft and balls." Amy grabbed the base of Leroy's penis and lovingly ran her tongue all over the bulbous cock head. The monster grew fully hard under her administrations until Amber and Brian guessed it was fourteen inches long. "As you can see, Leroy's black cock is so big it takes a lot of work to lick the whole thing, but it is worth it. When your tongue gets tired, it's time to move on to sucking." Amy moved her lips back to the tip of Leroy's penis and spread them wide as she took the head in her mouth." "Now my wife," said Leroy, "is a grade A cocksucker. She'll make it look easy. Black foot longs are hard enough, but a black fourteen inch is impossible to swallow whole. Amy can manage just over twelve. Show them baby...oh yeah, bitc...baby swallow that big cock. Now if you're starting out on a white penis it is much easier and any woman can easily take one down her thr-oh-t. Suck that cock baby. Still remember to relax your throat and suppress the gag reflex. If you feel yourself choking, remove the penis, but continue to stroke it with your hands while you catch your breath. Amy rarely needs to as she quite skillfully breathes through her nose." Leroy grabbed Amy's head between his hands and began slowly working his cock in and out of her mouth. "Now I'm fucking Amy's mouth to take pressure off her back and neck. See how she angles her head so that my cock can easily glide down her throat." ***************** "I had no idea there were penises that big," said Amber. "There aren’t This is a load of bunk. It makes it sound like all black men are big. I've seen black men in the shower and they were the same size as anyone elses." "But they were all soft, correct?" "Well yeah." "Maybe, it's just some black men," said Amber, looking at Leroy's giant, muscular body and how much it resembled Sharpspeare's and Reginald Jordan's. "Not that it matters anyway. Brian, I think I'm ready to give it a try." "Really?" Brian had wanted this for a long time, but his prim and proper fiancé had always promised she'd try it on their honeymoon. The problem was, he wasn't the least bit in the mood and his penis was thoroughly limp. Amber wasn't about to be denied. "Suck that big black cock," said Leroy, on the screen. Brian watched her pull the covers back and frown at the size of his penis. He had never seen it look so small his entire life. She held his limp noodle between two fingers as she brought her mouth down and kissed the head. Brian waited for feeling to return to it, desire, anything, but it just flopped around as she wiggled it between her fingers. Amber continued to look disappointed as she licked it, then his equally shrunken balls. "Honey, I appreciate it, but I'm just not in the mood." Amber remembered Amy saying that other men might require more work and patience, so she leaned over and took Brian's penis in her mouth. It was so small, the whole thing fitted inside without her needing to swallow any down her throat. She looked up at him as she held her lips on his crotch. Brian just shook his head no and looked glum, so she climbed back up next to him. "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." "That's ok honey." Amber's attention turned from Brian to the screen as Leroy gave a loud grunt. ***************** "Cumming!." Leroy held his cock as deep down Amy's throat as she could swallow. She was clearly gulping. "Ugh, the woman should"- the black man paused to catch his breath- "swallow as much as possible." Leroy pulled back a little until just the head was in Amy's mouth and her cheeks bulged out until sperm spurted out around the sides of Leroy's cock. She swallowed. "Men like to mark their women, so allow your husband to spray the last of his cum on your body." Leroy pulled his angry, swollen cock out of Amy's mouth and shot several long strands of semen across her upturned face. He then pushed his cock down covering her breasts with cum. Amy smiled as she licked sperm off her cheek and massaged his cum into her breasts making sure to coat her erect nipples. "Sperm," said Amy, milking Leroy's cock with her hands until a long strand began dangling from the tip, "does not taste bad and you will actually develop a taste for it. Remember to clean off your husband's cock and to stroke the last bit of semen out of it. The bigger the cock, the more you need to clear the pipe." Another strand was oozing from Leroy's dick, a strand of leftover cum that rivaled one of Brian's normal orgasms. "Next, we'll demonstrate oral sex on the female," said Amy, walking back to the bed and sitting down. She spread her legs for the camera. "I'll be sitting on Leroy's face so there won't be a good view. What he'll be doing is licking along my labia here." She spread her pussy lips apart. "He will also thrust his tongue inside me from time to time, plus concentrate on my clitoris. Watch it emerge as I tease it with my finger. The clitoris can be ultra sensitive, so go easy guys. In different positions the guy can insert one or two fingers, three in my case since I'm used to Leroy's big dong. Insert the fingers as far as possible and rub the tips around the inside deep in the vagina. We're ready to began." Leroy was lying down on his back on the bed. Amy sat up and straddled his face. The camera focused on her bouncing up and down on his tongue, grinding her pussy into his face. Amy was moaning softly and arching her back. She started squeezing and stroking her nipples. "Ooo that's it baby, deeper, oh yeah, cumming!" Amy rested, panting heavily, but grinning from her orgasm. "Oh that was good. We will quickly demonstrate something else before moving on to sexual positions." Amy lifted herself up, then turned around, lowering her pussy back on Leroy's face. "This is called a sixty-nine and a couple can easily pleasure each other at the same time." Amy laid down and took Leroy's penis in her mouth again. It was as big and massive as it had been the first blow job. The couple sucked each other for fifteen minutes with Amy cumming again before she pulled off. "It's hard for me to quit sucking on Leroy's big cock once I get started, but we need to move on." The screen went blank. ****************** Brian put down the remote. "I've had enough of that." Amber hadn't. She wanted to learn more about sexual positions. She wanted to see how much of that huge black penis Amy could take. Plus, she was horny as hell. One of her hands had found it's way under the covers and was teasing her clit just like Amy had. She forced herself to go slowly so Brian wouldn't notice, but Amber was craving to jam two fingers inside herself. "Take the movie back tomorrow and tell Rev. Al, he can keep his porno." "Alright Brian. Still not in the mood?" God, she wanted to play with herself so bad." "No. I'll be right back." Brian left and went to the bathroom. Amber didn't waste the opportunity and shoved two fingers up her soaked pussy. She had touched herself in her early teens, but had never actually masturbated. Now was different. Soon, her back was arching as she had a small unsatisfying orgasm, that left her craving more. Brian hadn't come back yet, so she stood and walked towards the bathroom to check on him. The door was open a crack and she could see him standing before the mirror. Brian was tugging and stretching on his penis, trying to make himself hard, but all it did was shrivel back up, so different from the big swinging penis between Leroy's legs. Amber snuck back to bed and turned the lights out. Brian came back to bed later and turned his back to her. She played with herself twice more before falling asleep. ***************** "Thanks Francis," said Amber accepting the cup of coffee. The black woman left, closing the door behind her. Amber turned her attention to the Reverend. He was standing, leaning against his desk, looking down on her. She wanted to see if her theory about body types was correct and glanced down at his crotch as she took a sip of coffee. She wasn't disappointed, the outline of a huge penis was clearly visible through his expensive trousers. "Did you learn anything from the booklet and movie Amber?" asked the Reverend. "I confess, I only glanced through the booklet and the movie was a bit much for Brian." "I understand entirely, but it's still something that needs to be done. In ancient Africa the bride-to-be took a surrogate, often the tribal holy man, to practice on until she felt skilled enough to please her husband. Books and videos help eliminate that need. At least one of you must watch the video. If Brian can't handle it, you should, so that one of you knows what they're doing on your wedding night. "I'll watch it." "Good and you'll have plenty of time because I want you to avoid being around Brian as much as possible until the wedding. You can still see each other, but no fooling around." "Yes, sir." Damn, her horniness had never settled down and she was just waiting for Brian to get back in the mood. "We did make it past the oral scene." "Good. I'll quiz you. Now it is a sin for a menstruating woman to engage in relations with her husband, but your husband desires sex. What do you do?" "I use my mouth." "Partially correct. You may also present your rear end to your husband or offer to give him what is called a hand job as well as perform oral sex. Are you comfortable with this?" "Not really sir. I've never done any of those things." Amber didn't count her attempt at a blow job last night. "I'm worried for you then. You could lose Brian if you don't perform correctly. I've encountered men who married women based on their oral skills above all else." "But what can I do?" "You need to practice." "How can I practice? You said I shouldn't fool around with Brian. "You could practice on me." "What? You're joking? I couldn't do that." "I think it's a great idea. Just like old Africa where the holy man is the surrogate." Al was unzipping his pants and Amber followed the path of the zipper downwards with her eyes. "Sir, we can't do this." There was no way she was going to practice on her black boss and an ordained minister. "It's cause I'm black isn't it Mrs. Derrickson?" The black man pulled out an already erect penis that appeared to be a foot long. Sharpspeare stood and held it under her nose. "There's no room for bigots on my staff, Amber." "That's not it at all, sir." Amber was staring cross-eyed down the meaty shaft. It wasn't as big as Leroy's, but it was still twice as big as Brian's, four times bigger then the limp condition Brian was in last night. "I'm engaged. I can't cheat on Brian." Amber smelled his huge penis and breathed deeply through her nose. Damn, she wanted that penis. Her nipples rubbed against her bra making them ache and her panties were cold and damp from the amount of lubrication she was producing. "Nonsense, everyone knows, it wouldn't be cheating. You're as racist as anyone I've ever met." Tears welled up in Amber's eyes. "I'm not a racist," she cried reaching out to grab the base of Al's dick. Good god, the Reverend's big cock smelled delicious. "I-I can't put it in my mouth, but I guess a hand job wouldn't hurt. Will doing this prove I'm not a racist?" "Of course." Amber was having trouble thinking about anything, but the huge black penis in her hand. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but the Reverend's cock was like a powerful magnet drawing her closer to it. "This isn't right." Amber slid her hand up the shaft and back down. "Quit thinking child and do what feels right. You need the practice. This will help your marriage. Pretend I'm Brian." Amber's left hand found it's way to her purse and rooted around until her fingers closed on a small bottle of hand lotion. She pulled the bottle out and was soon squeezing it along the top of Sharpspeare's long penis. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Soon her right hand was coated with the lotion and gliding along the shaft. Her hand came up and coated the black bulbous head the size of a golf ball. She tossed the lotion aside and was soon using both hands to stroke the monster. It quickly turned into a religious experience. Amber was staring and stroking at the cock with a Zen like focus she had never felt before. Al's giant black cock was her entire universe. There was no world troubled with racism, no wedding, no Brian, no Reverend Al Sharpspeare. There was just a cock that needed her to make it cum. A cock that was growing larger by the moment. She wanted to put her lips on it, to taste it, to lick it, to suck it like Amy sucked on Leroy's black cock. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, but the strong smell of the hand lotion filled her nostrils confusing her. Amber frowned as she came to her senses. My god, I was abut to suck on it, she thought. Her mouth was hanging open in surprise just inches from the tip of Sharpspeare's penis, an angry swollen penis that looked ready to explode and it did. It felt like a wad of hot pudding had been thrown into her open mouth as the Reverend screamed "Hallelujah." Amber pulled her head back inadvertently swallowing the black man's sperm. She closed her eyes just as another wad left two long strands of cum from her forehead to her chin and there were several more wads after that. Amber felt the Reverend put something in her hand. It was a handkerchief. She cleared off her eyes, blinking in awe of what had just happened. Sharpspeare was still standing before her breathing heavily, his cock had only shrunk an inch or so and was dripping cum onto his carpet. His suit was open and he had unbuttoned his shirt a little above his penis revealing a hard stomach with perfectly defined six pack abs. "Good work Amber," said Al. "You may use my private bath to clean up." She got up and entered his bathroom. The face staring back at Amber in the bathroom's mirror was dripping with milky white sperm. It was in her hair, ears, and the top of her blouse. It took her fifteen minutes to look even halfway presentable. Al was sitting at his desk when she returned. "You may take the rest of the day off. You handled my penis so well, I'm sure Brian's will be a lot easier, but you still need to practice your oral skills. This might come in handy." The Reverend removed a box from his desk containing a foot long black dildo. It was called the black impaler and described as the number one white pussy pleaser. "Read the booklet, watch the video, and practice sucking on this. No matter how tempting it may be, do not insert it in your vagina or you risk it ruining you for Brian's penis, these are quite addictive. I'll need to see you again just before the wedding." "Yes sir." Amber stared at his cock now dangling like a limp banana and still nine inches long. He had made no move to put it away yet. This was very strange and Amber considered getting another minister to marry her, but the invitations had gone out naming the famous Al Sharpspeare as the performer of the ceremony. Plus, how do you un-invite your boss to marry you?" "One last thing before you go, Amber. You just proved to me I can trust you and that you aren't a racist. I'll be needing a personal assistant. I'd like to consider you for the job. It will require a lot of traveling to rallies and such, sometimes at just a moments notice. Plus, you will have to put in a lot of hours serving my needs. It will be a pretty high profile job and I can pay you fairly well. What do you say?" "I'll consider it, sir. Thank you." Amber didn't know what Brian would think about it, he wanted to start a family right away, but it was her dream job. Amber Derrickson, civil rights activist had a nice ring to it. She left the office smacking her lips and thinking Amy was right, sperm didn't taste all that bad. Part 2 "Certain races have superior qualities. Black men harden easily and have amazing stamina. Lick the cock all over, mmm I love this part. Black cock is so big it takes a lot of work to lick the whole thing. Suck that big black cock. Sperm does not taste bad and you will require a taste for it. No room for bigots on my staff Amber, my big black staff, suck my big black staff Amber... Amber wake up." Amber woke up beside Brian. He was shaking her. It was four in the morning. "What?" she asked groggily. "You were whimpering in your sleep." "Oh sorry." Amber mashed her breasts against Brian's naked back as he turned over on his side. She reached around and grabbed his penis wanting to cry when she felt that it was still in it’s shrunken, limp state. She rolled over and got out of bed. "Where you going?" "Home," replied Amber, throwing clothes on over a body that belonged in a centerfold. "I shouldn't have come here anyway. Reverend Al wanted us to stay apart and reflect until the wedding." "Drive carefully. I love you." "I love you too." Amber grabbed her purse and went out to her car. She had gone to Brian's for two reasons. First, because she really needed to get laid and second, she had given her black boss a handjob during work last Friday and the guilt was eating her up. It was Sunday and she'd have to face him tomorrow. She still didn't believe she'd jerked him off, let alone inadvertently swallowed a large wad of semen that had flown in her mouth. His huge black cock had fascinated her. It was like she couldn't refuse it. She was even dreaming about it. She was the girl in the video alternately sucking Amy's black husband Leroy or Al's shaft. Amber knew she couldn't trust herself around it and decided to avoid the Reverend and his foot long shaft. Another foot long shaft was waiting on her kitchen table. Amber looked at the dildo standing up proudly in it's box so like Sharpspeare's cock. He had given it to her to practice oral sex on and had warned her against sticking it in her vagina lest she get hooked on it. Bull shit, of course! She took the dildo off the table to hide it under her bed. Amber stripped off her clothes and climbed into her own bed. She was wide awake and decided to watch the DVD of Amy and Leroy again. Amy loved sucking her husband's massive cock and it showed. Amber watched sperm trickle out of Amy's mouth. Amber replayed the scene and reached under her bed for her dildo. She was supposed to practice sucking on it to gain skill to keep Brian happy, but Brian was only half as big and not nearly as think as the dildo. Why bother? Brian's wouldn't be a challenge, but Amber loved a challenge. The pretty young blonde quickly removed the dildo from it's box shivering as she wrapped her fingers around the plastic shaft. It reminded her so much of Al Sharspeare's penis. Amber kissed the head of the dildo just as Amy kissed the head of Leroy's cock. She then proceeded to suck on it. Amber choked and pulled the dildo out of her mouth. This was harder then it looked. She followed Amy's instructions and tried again. "Suck that big black cock," said Leroy, just as she swallowed nine inches. Amber trembled and felt a fresh wave of lubrication coat her pussy. She threw the dildo aside and turned the TV off. She ended up fingering herself to sleep that night. Amber was relieved to find that Reverend Sharpspeare was in Washington for a week leading a small protest and a prayer vigil for something or another. That night when she got home from work, she played the tape again and practiced her oral skills on the dildo. After managing ten inches this time, she laid it beside her and watched the next scene on the DVD. ****************** "Now," said Amy, "Leroy and I will demonstrate various sexual positions. We'll assume you're familiar with the missionary position. This is similar except the male kneels between the woman's legs often cupping her knees in his arms." Leroy did what she was describing, the camera zooming in to focus on his huge cock pushing into Amy. "This is great for...ooo yeah baby so big...great for penetra...uh...tion." "Take it all bitc...I mean baby," growled Leroy. "Ooo fuck me Leroy, fuck me with that big black dick. As you can see, I enjoy my j-ah-b. This position als-oh allows the man to pound you hard and f-ah-st." Leroy began bucking his hips rapidly until Amy screamed, "cumming". The camera zoomed in on Leroy's cock again his crotch became soaked with Amy's orgasm. Leroy rolled off her and laid on his back. Amy recovered after a few minutes. "Whew, that was a good one. This next one will be woman on top. Leroy will hold his cock up while I lower myself down over it. Since he is so big, I'll have to squat down. If the male's penis is a skinny white one half Leroy's size, this is the best position for achieving an orgasm as it allows the woman to control pace and depth." Amy squatted, lowering herself over Leroy. "Oh, I love your cock Leroy. Part of the reason we were hired for this is the amazing stamina of the black man. Filming this at once saves money where if a white man was used it would take weeks. If Leroy loses control and cums, we can be confident he will get another erection within minutes. Now this is the fun part." Amy started bouncing up and down. ***************** Amber's left hand was gripping the sheets tightly as she watched Amy cum again as she bounced on Leroy's cock. "Cock," said Amber out loud, that sounded so much more erotic then dick or penis. Amber's right hand was wrapped around the dildo. She brought the black plastic shaft up to her face and looked at it. What would something this big feel like? "I'll just rub the head along my slit. No harm doing only that." Amber felt the pulse beating in her ear as she placed the dildo between her legs. She moaned as she moved the tip up and down her slit. The action on screen had heated up. Amy was dangling her big tits over Leroy's face and he was squeezing and sucking on them as he bucked his hips hard. "Oh god," moaned Amber wanting more. Just the head couldn't hurt, so she pushed more inside her and started working it around. The fat cock head was a new experience for her. "Ooo, That feels good." Amber came watching Amy writhing in Leroy's lap as he sat in a chair. It was a bigger orgasm then Brian had ever given her, but strangely it still wasn't enough. She looked down at the dildo. Six inches extended between her legs and she wondered at what point she had pushed half inside her. Amy could take Leroy's entire fourteen inch monster, but she was obviously used to it. Amber gripped the dildo's base and pushed more in. "Stuff my pussy with black cock. Fuck me hard." Amber looked up at the screen. The "instructional" DVD had definitely turned harder core. Amy was on all fours on the bed with Leroy working his cock in behind her. "This is called the doggy position and is my favorite," growled Leroy. "It really lets white sluts know who's boss." He spanked Amy's ass and started fucking her hard. "I'm a slut for your big black cock, Leroy," shouted Amy, pushing herself back into his thrusts. Amber had a really big orgasm watching the couple on screen. She looked down her body and found both hands were playing with her nipples while the entire dildo was in her pussy. She rolled over into the doggy position and started working the dildo in between her legs. Leroy removed his cock and started pushing it in Amy's ass. The camera zoomed in for a close up. Amber rolled over again and spread her legs wide. She arched her crotch and pulled the dildo out. She brought the head down to her asshole and winced in pain as she pushed the head against her anus. ***************** "You read the book and watched the DVD?" "Of course," lied Brian, to the Reverend. "Good, then I won't bore you with questions. I will need to see you nude for a brief check up." "What? Here?" "We could go to the bathroom, if you'd prefer. My secretary has been told not to disturb us. So here or the bathroom?" "Here, I guess. Do you want me to strip now?" Brian stood at the Reverend's nod and slowly started removing his shirt. "If, you are uncomfortable, I can have Francis sit in with us." Brian pulled his shirt off and laid it on the couch. He had never been ashamed of his fit body, but he didn't want the black woman seeing him nude. "No this is fine," he said stepping out of his pants clad now only in boxers. "The underwear too. I'm only concerned with your genitals. I need to see that they are in working...Jesus! Where's your penis?" "What do you mean, this is my penis?" "No, it's too small. It can't be. What is it, three inches when hard?" "No, more like six." "Your balls, they're no bigger then acorns. Make it erect." "I've been having problems lately. It hasn't gotten hard in weeks." Brian tugged on it a few times, stretching it out. "Brian," said Al, standing and walking around to lean on his desk. "I don't think I can condone this marriage. Your penis is clearly inferior in size and stamina. You are incapable of satisfying Amber. It pains me to say this, but I would suggest giving up women altogether." "This is bull shit." Brian quickly pulled his pants back up. Then he noticed the outline of Al's penis running down his leg. The Reverend was wearing work out clothes and the outline of a huge penis was clearly visible under his lycra shorts as well as two giant testicles. Brian stared at it in horror. He had assumed Leroy's penis to be some freak of nature, but here was another black man with a giant dick. He would have felt inferior with an erection, let alone his current shrunken state. "Amber and I are in love." "Do you satisfy her?" Brian wasn't so sure anymore. "She's never complained." "Then I will give you my blessing. I do suggest you become skilled at performing oral sex on her." "Thanks Reverend, I'll take that into consideration." Brian felt sick of this wedding business and ready to grab Amber and elope. In the very least, he was ready to get another minister then Al Sharpspeare. He'd forbid Amber from seeing Sharpspeare in these meetings, he didn't want the Reverend to tell her to reconsider the marriage. Al watched Brian leave, then said into his speaker. "Send Amber in." ***************** "Sorry, if we got carried away," said Amy still lying ass up on the bed. "But it's sex like that which keeps marriages strong. Happy fucking." The camera closed in on Amy's anus as Leroy's sperm gushed out. There was a knock on the door and Amber quickly turned the DVD off. "The Reverend will see you now," said Francis, handing her a cup of coffee as she peered in the door of the audio visual conference room. "You just missed your fiancé." "Thanks Francis." Amber stood up and walked to Reverend Al's office. Watching the DVD again had her pussy gushing and she wished she'd had black beauty in there to shove in her pussy. She was nervous and needed the relaxation that a good orgasm could give her. She hadn't seen the Reverend since she'd held his big black cock in her hand and stroked it off. She opened his office door and saw him leaning against the desk in tight shorts that showed off his big package. She planned on being strong, but as soon as she saw him she wanted to hold his cock again. "Reverend." "Amber, good to see you again. I'm sorry we haven't gotten to have our follow up meeting until now, but things have been crazy the last few weeks. I could sure have used a competent assistant with me. Have you considered the job offer?" "Yes, and I want to accept, but I haven't asked Brian. We wanted to start a family right away and I've gone off birth contr..." Amber swore Sharpspeare's big cock had just extended another inch. God, she wished Brian had a cock like that. "and I don't feel that I could do the job justice if I need to leave for maternity." "I've no objection to you getting pregnant. None at all. Please keep considering it. Now lets get on with the meeting, I'm on my way to play hoops with some street kids in Harlem. Have you viewed the entire DVD and read the manual?" "Yes sir, several times." Al smiled at that. "And do you have any questions?" "No sir, I think I can handle myself pretty well in the bedroom." "Good. Well we know you can handle jerking the male off, but what about the oral sex?" Amber blushed. "I think I'll do ok. I've been practicing on the plastic penis like you said." "Can you show me?" "What? I mean how?" "You didn't bring the dildo? Use my cock then." Al pulled out his tight shorts and pulled them down over his cock and balls. His penis sprang up nearly fully grown. "I can't do that." The black man brought his huge cock up under her nose and waved it. "Sure you can, you don't have to finish me off. Just show me you can swallow most of it without choking. That's all I need to see. Just swallow as much as Brian has." "Ok, I guess." Amber inhaled the exciting animalistic odor his cock gave off. She grabbed the base, shivering as her hand closed around the thick shaft again. This was no dildo, this was a living, pulsing black cock. She tried to swallow the head, her dry lips scraping his helmet. "No, lubricate it first. Kiss, then lick it. Pretty impressive isn't it?" "Yes sir," said Amber, kissing the tip like the manual had shown. She was filled with a deep sense of belonging. Amber's tongue flickered out and curled around the head. "That's good," said Al when she had licked up and down his entire shaft. "Now take it in your mouth. Only swallow as much as Brian has to offer. After all, that's the only penis you'll be doing this to a week from now." Amber felt the color drain from her face when she realized, she much rather be here sucking the Reverend's big black cock then sucking on Brian's little one. She relaxed her jaw and quickly took half down her throat signifying Brian's six inches. "Come on Miss Derrickson, your fiancé isn't a little boy, swallow more." Amber suddenly had a wicked thought. She arched her back and pushed forwards until her lips kissed the black man's pubic hairs. She had continued to practice on the dildo until she had swallowed it whole. "Most impressed with your skills, Miss Derrickson." Amber grinned around his shaft. She pulled back slowly removing the cock, but Sharpspeare placed his palm around the back of her head and pulled her forward again. Amber pulled back, but he pulled forward. The next time she went back only halfway and pushed herself forwards. Soon she lost herself in the moment and began bobbing her head over his cock with the black man occasionally using his hand to guide her. "Suck it Amber. My cock's swollen with sin child. Suck the sin up out of my balls. Hallelujah!" Amber lost control and grabbed his hips, trying to shove more of his delicious black cock down her throat. She dropped one hand and began gently massaging his balls. They were so big, one testicle fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. She emulated the woman in the video and the instructions in the manual, finding they had been a good teacher, but that it was harder with the real thing. Her neck and back grew sore before she began to notice signs that he was close. His cock was swelling and the testicle in her hand was tensing up. Still, it took another five to ten minutes for him to cum and when he did it was in a flood that filled her belly. "Praise the l-ah-d," shouted the Reverend, as his cock started pumping out semen. He withdrew until Amber felt sperm gushing down her throat and soon filling her mouth. She could taste it again and remembered that she liked it. She gulped it down as fast as he came. "Amen child," he said pulling it out. Amber sat in her chair and stared at his cock as he backed up. She watched it go from swollen and steel hard to angling down to hanging limp between his legs, still longer then Brian's when fully erect and leaking more sperm limp and spent then he came in a month. She no longer felt guilty. She had wanted to suck off this cock, she had trained to suck off a cock this big, and she was sorry it was over. "You did an excellent job Amber," said Sharpspeare. "You continue to impress me. Now the last thing, we'll need to do is an examination of your body. Please remove your clothes." "What?" "It has to be done. I examined Brian earlier and found him healthy, though lacking. If you'd like you may strip in the bath or I can call in Francis as an observer." "Here's fine, but please turn your back." Amber was wearing blue slacks, a white blouse, and a light blue sweater. She stared at the black man's back as she pulled off her sweater. This wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Deep down she wanted to be nude in Sharpspeare's presence. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her slacks down. Soon she was clad in just her bra and panties. "Ready." "Very nice," said Al turning around. His eyes traveled up and down her body causing her to shiver because it wasn't the look a doctor or Reverend gave a woman. "I'll need you to remove it all though. Rather plain underwear for a beautiful woman with your body isn't it?" Amber looked down and found herself staring at his crotch as she unhooked her bra. "I find them practical and comfortable." Amber gasped as she pulled her bra off. Al's cock head shot two inches down his pant leg when she revealed her tits. Incredible! Brian hadn't gotten an erection in weeks and this man was getting hard again just minutes after cumming buckets. It grew another inch when she pulled her panties down. Knowing that her body had such an effect on him made Amber feel proud. She held her arms down at her sides rather then cover her breasts and crotch with them. "You certainly look healthy," said the Reverend wiping some sweat of his brow. He was actually quite a handsome man, but for a big head of straight black hair. He had a penchant for gold jewelry that Amber found a little tacky. "Come here and I'll examine you." Amber walked over to the Reverend. He placed his hands on her shoulders and stared deeply into her eyes. Amber half wished he'd lean down and kiss her and she found herself fighting to keep from puckering her lips. His hands squeezed her shoulders then slid lower across her chest. His hands ran down her arms, gripped her wrists and suddenly pulled tight so that her arms were outstretched and her breasts were thrust forward as her back arched. She felt powerless in his grip and found it very erotic, like she was on display for his pleasure. Al released her wrists and turned her attention to her breasts. "I see your nipples don't have a problem getting hard." The black man was twirling her long nipples between two fingers, gently tugging on them and Amber whimpered a little trying not to moan. He spent a lot of time on her breasts, squeezing and kneading every square inch. Amber was proud of her bosom, though not to fond of showing them off. They were quite large and she really did resemble the young, Playboy Pamela Andersen, still the beautiful girl next door and not the plastic Barbie she became later. Al sat in his desk chair as his hands traveled lower. He seemed to like her belly almost as much as her breasts. He squeezed her waist and hips, even pushed the tip of a finger into her belly button. His hands moved lower, thankfully avoiding her pussy which was dripping wet, she worried he would notice her wet thighs. He slid his hands down her outer thighs and down her calves. "You have nice healthy legs too Amber and cute little feet. Her toenails were painted red and she had a ring on one toe. His hands stopped above her feet and gripped her ankles as tightly as he had grabbed her wrists. He pulled her legs wide apart before releasing them. Then Sharpspeare did examine her pussy. God, she felt embarrassed. Not only was she wet, but Amber could look down between her breasts and see her engorged clit protruding out. One big black palm caressed her bush, then a fingertip was sliding up her labia. "Nice and wet, you produce more then enough lubrication Amber. Sorry, but I must check your insides too." His finger slid inside before she could protest. Not that she would have protested, that finger seemed to know exactly what it was doing. He quickly added a second finger and with an embarrassing scream, Amber came all over his hand. Before she could apologize, she had an even bigger orgasm as his fingers tugged on her clit. Her pussy clamped down over his fingers trying to hold them in forever and she soaked them so much she half thought she had peed. He removed them and spun her around. Amber's legs were weak as she turned around. "Sorry sir, I couldn't..." She paused to catch her breath, "help myself." "Don't be, Miss Derrickson. It only means that you have a perfectly normal sex drive." Amber was weak and happy. It felt much better cumming with a man then it did the dildo. She was in a daze as he examined her spine. "Bend forward," he said. Amber obeyed and the black man pulled her butt cheeks apart. "Oh my, your anus appears to be unusually small and tight. Otherwise, you appear perfectly healthy. I'm worried about your ass though," he said, running a finger tip around her puckered little hole. ****************** Al had stood and pulled his cock out again. He pushed her back down further until she was practically touching her toes. His hand was soaked from her orgasm and he used it to start lubricating his cock. Left over sperm and precum also helped him coat it. "You didn't use the dildo to stretch your ass out did you?" "No sir, it hurt." "Well, I'm going to have to do it for you then." "Ok sir, just go easy on me." Al was amazed the power his cock had over the woman. Actually, it was the pheromones. Women actually became addicted to the pheromones after awhile and it turned them into true cock sluts unable to resist any male with an enhanced cock. Amber was neither stupid nor naive, well maybe a little naive. The pheromones clouded her judgment, made her wish to obey him, made her want to submit to him. They even helped make what he was about to do less painful. He quit circling his fingertip around her anus and pushed it in up to the knuckle. "Oooooo," squealed Amber. "This won't be enough to prepare you." Al pulled his finger out and pushed two in. "Aaaaaaa," cried Amber. Al kept both fingers buried for a few minutes, then pulled them out. "Darn, still closing up. I was hoping to avoid this. Here, bend over my desk." Amber laid across the top of the desk and Sharpspeare stood, resting his cock on her ass. He pulled back so that the head was over her anus, then pushed down. "Aaargh," shouted Amber, spasming after Al's golf ball sized cock head forced her anus open. "So snug and tight," growled Al. He was fighting to control himself. His every instinct screamed for him to bury his cock in her ass and hammer it in until he came. Her body relaxed a little and he pushed a few more inches in. "I hope Brian appreciates what I'm doing for him." "Ooooww." The huge head plowed deeper until Amber cried, "No more, too deep. Hurts. Way past Brian." Al looked down, she had taken eight or nine. That was fine for a first time. "That's enough. Just lay there and relax. Clench your ass when the pain goes away." Al waited five minutes until her ass squeezed his cock tighter. "I'm gonna work it around to loosen you up." Al started fucking her, slowly at first, then picking up speed. "Oh yes," moaned Amber, so softly he could barely hear it. Her hands clenched the edge of his desk and she lifted her ass up a little for him. "Oh god, fuck my ass," cried Amber pushing back into the Reverend's thrusting cock. "Well, I ain't the almighty. You'll have to settle for me." "Oh, sorry sir. Oooh yes." "Don't be. Remember the DVD and booklet. Tell your man how good it feels." "It feels good. I like it. Fuck my ass with your big dick. Shove that big black cock up my ass. Cum in my ass." Al smiled. The DVD had taught her well. He pulled her ass cheeks as far apart as they would go and started bucking his hips faster. "Here it cums bitch," he growled shoving his cock as deep as it would go and holding it still as it pumped her full of sperm. Al pulled out and collapsed in his chair after shooting some wads on her back. He watched fascinated as the gaping hole of her ass slowly closed up. Sperm welled up in the hole and began pouring down her crack. "Sorry about that Miss Derickson, I got carried away. You can clean up in the bath." Amber pushed herself to her feet and on shaky legs walked towards his bathroom. Al watched her return looking slightly more refreshed, but walking funny as she would be the rest of the day. Her ass would leak sperm for hours. He hadn't bothered to pull his pants up and his cock dangled, huge and plump between his legs. "Don't talk to Brian and I'll see you at the wedding. Please keep considering my job offer." Amber's eyes still stared at his cock. "I think I'll accept. Brian will understand." "Excellent, you can start after the honeymoon. Here, I have a present for you." Al pulled his pants up and she seemed to snap out of a dream. He walked around to his desk drawers and pulled out a package." "What is it?" asked Amber. "Open it." The pretty blonde opened it and pulled out the lingerie. "Where it under your wedding dress and throw those old lady panties away." Amber held up the lacy, see thru bra, then the white garters, then the panties. "There's no crotch!" "Brian will love them," grinned Al Sharpspeare. Part 3 Sabrina Derrickson was the first to fuck a black man. At least Amber assumed it to be the case and she was probably correct. It happened shortly after Amber opened her last gift. She held the dildo up. It was small and white and nothing like the one the Reverend Al Sharpspeare had given her. She gave her sister a courtesy smile. "Hey, I'm a traditionalist," said Sabrina, holding her palms up. The Derrickson sister's mother snorted disapprovingly. Their younger sister and Brian's mom also didn't appreciate it. Melissa, Amber's college roommate was the only one who chuckled. "You don't know the trouble I went to find that. All the specialist shops in the city are carrying these oversized black ones." Sabrina looked a lot like Amber, but had a slightly large nose. She was twenty-five, wilder, had run away from home twice, and seemed to pick out boyfriends to piss off their dad. Later, no one admitted to hiring the stripper. Everyone blamed Sabrina, but the pretty blonde just shrugged her shoulders and denied it. The stripper was a black man named Lamar and Amber's pulse quickened when she saw his broad, muscular torso. He had the aura of power Sharpspeare had and she knew without a doubt that he'd have a cock to match. Lamar was dressed as a cop and had dyed his kinky hair blonde. Sabrina and Amber got him striping by waving some bills at him. Victoria, their little sister looked down embarrassed as did the older women. Melissa didn't really care for black men, but as Lamar stripped down to his briefs, she said, "There's no way that bulge is a penis, he stuffs his pants." "You obviously haven't seen much black dick," said Lamar, dancing over to her and thrusting his bulge at her suggestively. Susannah, the Derrickson mother gasped at his language. Both she and Brian's mom looked flushed. "No I haven't," replied Melissa, "but I know that what they say about black men is a myth. You'll have to prove it." Melissa looked a lot like Debbie Denning on House Improvement and with Amber's resemblance to Pam Andersen, they were known around campus as the tool time girls. There was no shortage of offers from boys wanting them to spend time with their tools. "You gotta pay to play lady." Lamar grinned walking away and going over to torture poor eighteen year old Victoria. The youngest sister reared her head back in shock, but her eyes were glued to his bulge. Melissa fished out a ten dollar bill and waved it. Amber knew from their college days that Mel was prejudiced against blacks, but now her nipples were poking out through her top and her large bosom was heaving. Lamar danced over to her. He had a band around his wrist to hold his tips and Melissa inserted the ten. He held his crotch right in front of Melissa's face and yanked his briefs down under his balls, swinging his hips. All the women were staring at Melissa. She looked in shock. None had seen Lamar's penis, but they could tell by the shocked expression on Melissa's face that it had been impressive. The young woman's mouth was hanging open in an expression of surprise and she looked dazed. "I gotta see it," said Sabrina, waving a twenty. Lamar took the money and this time pulled his briefs all the way down, stepping out of them. "Fuck me, that's a big dick!" exclaimed Sabrina in shock. "Sabrina please!" said Mrs. Derrickson aghast at her daughters language. The older woman had one eyebrow raised staring at Lamar's muscular ass. The other eyebrow shot up when he turned around. "Dear god!" she cried. Lamar's penis looked like a ten inch cucumber, bent downward, swinging around as he moved his hips. Behind the huge shaft, large balls swung ponderously. He danced around to each of the women. They were all too shocked to tip. Brian's mom made an odd gesture. The thin, grey haired lady brought her hand up like she wanted to touch it to see if it was real, then quickly pulled it back looking embarrassed. "Times almost up ladies," said Lamar, walking around the room. "Last chance to see it hard. One of you will need to give it a little pull." "It's hard already," whispered Melissa. Gravity was holding the monster angled down and it didn't look like it could grow anymore. "Over here," said Sabrina. Her mom stared at her disapprovingly, but said nothing. The eldest Derrickson girl, quickly grabbed the tip of Lamar's cock and pulled a couple times. Amber was jealous of her free spirited sister. If the two mother's hadn't been present, she would have been tempted to touch it herself. Sabrina even looked reluctant to release it, but he stepped back and danced around with a fat, foot long cock sticking straight out from his crotch. He swayed his hips around as close to each woman's face as they would allow him. "That's it," said Lamar, when the music cut off. He slowly got dressed and the women remained silent as they watched his cock disappear. "Who's covering the fee?" That's when the debate about who hired him sprang up. They all pointed at Sabrina. but she shook her head. Finally, she stood. "Alright, I'll get it." Sabrina followed him outside and paid the black man. She returned almost immediately. "I'm not feeling too well. I think it's the wine. I'm gonna head back to the motel." "I'm sorry to here that," said Amber. Her sister didn't look ill, she looked excited, but she was flushed. "Rest up, we'll see you at the rehearsal dinner." "I will. Bye." Amber looked out the window and watched the stripper's truck leave, closely followed by Sabrina's car. The next night at the dinner while waiting for dessert, Sabrina got up to get a drink from the bar and was followed by both Melissa and Victoria. They stayed there for at least ten minutes with both Vicki and Mel staring riveted at Sabrina as she told them a story. Amber wanted to know what they were talking about but was stuck next to Brian as he explained how they planned on starting a family immediately. As the dinner party broke up, Amber and Brian had a drink in the hotel bar before retiring. As they left Amber noticed the black stripper from last night was coming towards the motel from the parking lot accompanied by another large black man. Not wanting to be embarrassed, she quickly wrapped her arms around Brian and gave him a big kiss wanting to cry when an erection failed to materialize against her thigh. Amber quit kissing Brian as the two black men entered the bar not noticing her. Amber and her fiancé held hands as they headed towards the lobby exit. Just before leaving, Sabrina and Melissa exited the elevator heading for the bar looking excited. ****************** "You two look horrible," stated Susannah Derrickson. Amber turned from examining herself and looked at her mother staring at Sabrina and Melissa in their bridesmaid gowns. Both women looked exhausted as if they hadn't slept at all last night. Their cheeks had that rubbery look Amber's had gotten after sucking off the Reverend. Melissa was waddling a little and Sabrina winced when she sat down. Both women seemed tired, but very happy. It wasn't fair, Amber was the one getting married in a few hours and yet her sister and friend seemed happier then she was. Amber on the other hand, was nervous, having second thoughts, and afraid she'd end up being married to a man who couldn't get an erection. It was too late to turn back now and she did love Brian. She'd do her duty and live life never knowing what black cock felt like. She'd just keep the dildo hidden from her husband. There was a loud rapping at the door. Mrs. Derrickson opened it and looked out. "Hello Reverend." "Ma’am. If the beautiful bride is prepared, I'd like to spend some time praying with her." "We're finished in here Reverend Sharpspeare," said Susannah. "Excellent." Sharpspeare strolled into the room towering over the four members of the Derrickson family and Melissa. "Amber you look magnificent in that dress." Amber felt her pussy quiver as he stared at her. "Thank you sir." Her wedding dress was sleeveless and low cut showing off her impressive cleavage. It was somewhat daring for the demure young woman, but not as daring as the crotchless panties she was wearing underneath, a gift from the Reverend to surprise Brian with on their wedding night. There wasn't any material to soak up all the lubrication her pussy had been producing almost constantly since meeting the Reverend. Her thighs began getting damp. "If you don't mind ladies, I'd like to council Amber alone," said Sharpspeare. "Of course," agreed Susannah. "Amber, I'll send your father when it's time. You girls can go wait in the dressing room." Amber watched the four women leave the last of which was her little sister Vicki. Amber watched Vicki's eyes cast downward shyly away from the Reverend, but she swore the eighteen year old was glancing at the black man's crotch. Al Sharpspeare's eyes also roamed down Vicki's body as the young woman left the room. "Well Amber," he said, when they were alone, "any second thoughts?" "Lots sir. I don't know if I'm doing the right thing anymore. I don't know if I'll be satisfied living with Brian. I don't..." "This is my fault, Amber. You've seen and felt black cock, now you want it, you crave it. Your pussy is probably dripping now just thinking of it." Amber blushed and a tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn't say anything, but she nodded. It was all true. "Brian is rich and you love him correct?" "Yes sir." "Then you should marry him, but if he truly loves you, he'll want you to be happy. Are you wearing the lingerie I gave you?" "Yes sir." "Let me see it. Lift your dress up." "Why?" "Show me your pussy woman," barked Sharpspeare. Amber leaned against a table and slowly pulled her wedding dress up. Her shapely legs clad in white nylons slowly revealed themselves. As she reached her thighs, the nylons stopped and the garters appeared, then wisps of curly blonde hair sticking out from the lacy white crotchless panties. "Gorgeous! If this doesn't make Brian hard for you, nothing will. It's making me hard... uncomfortable. I need to take it out." Amber continued to hold her dress bunched up around her waist as the Reverend struggled to remove his huge cock from his pants. It stuck straight out, hard and ready. "Spread your legs." "I can't cheat on Brian." "Your not married yet Amber. Don't you want to find out what you've been missing?" "Yes." Al stepped between Amber's legs and she opened them wide for him. He looked down and saw her pussy lips were wet and glistening already spread open for him. "Why you little slut, you've been using the dildo I gave you." He rubbed the big tip along her slit. "I warned you not to do it, that it would ruin you for little white men. No wonder you're so hot for my cock." He pushed down on his shaft and the huge head pushed its way inside her. "Oh...I couldn't help myself," moaned Amber. "I've been so horny lately, ever since I started working for you. Hmmmm so big. Brian's been haaahving difficulty getting erect. He…" "Many white men act that way around a superior black male. We make them feel inferior. Don't you agree, my pretty little slut?" "Yes sir, yes, oh yes." As the Reverend buried his cock to the hilt, Amber's eyes rolled up in the back of her head. it was better then the dildo, hot and powerful. The black man's mighty dick began moving, slowly at first, then slamming into her. Amber began cumming, deep, powerful, thoroughly satisfying orgasms she'd never experienced with Brian or even the black dildo. It was akin to a deep religious experience and she began babbling, speaking in tongues. "Fuck cock full so big cock black deep stuff cum pussy love white slut black cock monster cock master cock fuck me master. Fuck me with your big black cock." "As long as you want slut," growled the Reverend. "This doesn't have to end here Amber. I'm a lusty man with a cock full of sin. As my personal assistant, you'll be required to take lots of dick-tation. This is how I fight racism, Amber. I show as many white women as possible what sex with a black man is like. They never look down their noses at us ever again, unless their noses are buried in our crotches." The Reverend quit talking as he began breathing deeply concentrating on fucking the naive young woman. "Too good," screamed Amber, as orgasms started cumming so rapidly it seemed as if she were constantly cumming. Sharpspeare mercilessly continued to ram his cock in and out of her stretched pussy his rapid pace never slacking. It even felt bigger now, harder... He was about to cum and she'd gone off birth control! She tried to say something, but her body was writhing in ecstasy and she was constantly moaning, it took her minutes to get it out. "P-pull out. Don't c-cum in my p..." "Too late," growled the Reverend burying his cock as deep in her pussy as his huge balls emptied their sperm in a half dozen or so wads. "Nooo...ooh oh feels so hot, cumming." Having the insides of her pussy hosed with a powerful jet of sperm gave Amber her biggest orgasm yet and she passed out briefly from the pleasure. When Amber recovered, her pussy felt empty and it was a sad, lonely feeling. She also felt a cool breeze on it as her lips were spread wide and sperm was flowing around it. The Reverend was standing over her zipping his pants up. "I bet you'll want lots of black cock from now on," said Sharpspeare leaving the room. Minutes later, her father knocked on the door and the organist started playing. ***************** Brian prayed his penis would get hard tonight. His best man nudged him as the music started and they turned as Amber appeared beside her dad. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful girl in the world. She was as nervous as he was. Her legs were shaky and her gait was off. She smiled weakly at him and he smiled back. ****************** "I will," said Brian answering the Reverend. Sharpspeare turned to her. "Do you Amber Derrickson take this man..." Amber blanched as another huge glob of sperm ran down her leg. The stuff seemed to be pouring out and there wasn't a crotch on her panties to soak it up. She squeezed her thighs shut tightly holding as much of his sperm inside her fertile womb as she could while she stood at the altar. The Reverend was asking her if she would marry Brian, but in her mind he was saying, "I'll bet you'll want lots of black cock from now on." "I will," replied Amber. "Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." **************** The reception was at an inn on a beach in Long Island. The Reverend had asked to provide some workers for the party, men he and Solomon King had rehabilitated in the past. All black men of course. Two big ones were parking cars for everyone and there were two more bartending inside as well as two bodyguards who went everywhere the Reverend did outside his office. They were all the giant muscular types Amber came to associate with big cocks. The bride and groom were a little late arriving as the new Mrs. Brian Caldecott ran to the bathroom to clean herself out as soon as the pictures were taken at the church. They entered the dining room when announced and there was loud applause. Amber ate her dinner and looked around the room at all the guests. She noticed Sabrina and Melissa were hanging out at the bar talking to the two black bartenders and clearly flirting with them. The reception progressed ending with the bride and groom dancing together, then switching to dance with other guests. Sabrina embarrassed the family by pulling one of the black bartenders on the dance floor. "May I cut in?" Amber felt a deep yearning in her pussy the minute she heard the Reverend's voice. She thanked the cousin she was dancing with and took Sharpspeare's hand. Her body trembled as they danced. She didn't want to dance with him, she wanted to kneel before him and take his cock in her mouth. Instead, she looked up at him and found he didn't look happy though he was smiling. "What's wrong Reverend?" "I'm afraid there's been a racial incident in Tennessee. A racist school teacher has expelled three black teens. I'm flying out in the morning. I need my new assistant to go with me." "Whoa! I'm leaving on my honeymoon in two days, sir. What about Brian?" "I hope it will be over in a few days. It's important work we do Amber. Brian knows that and you still get your wedding night with your husband, the next two, you spend with me." "He'll understand." ***************** Brian didn't understand. He stood near the window in their candle lit room, clad in only his boxers. He didn't want to remove them, he could sense the tiny, limp penis underneath. His impotence made him feel inadequate enough, now Amber was telling him, they might need to delay their honeymoon. "I'm sorry." Amber stepped out of the dress. Brian stared at her hot body, big breasts held secure by a lacy white bra, garters, nylons, and lacy, crotchless panties. "Anything?" Brian shook his head no. "Maybe, it's good you're leaving a few days. I'll go see a doctor. Maybe some Viagra will let us enjoy our honeymoon." "That would be nice dear." Amber briefly felt contempt growing for Brian, but fought it off. She walked over to the window in time to see two nude white bodies disappearing in the dark towards the water. Less visible were two black men following them, removing their clothes. Sabrina, Melissa, and the two bartenders. Amber wished she were down there right now. Suddenly, the wall started pounding as a headboard slammed into it. Squeaking, grunting, and moaning started coming through the wall. "Isn't that your mom's room?" asked Brian. "Yeah." Even her mom was getting some from her dad. Amber turned surprised to see, Brian dressing. "Where you going?" "Downstairs for a drink at the bar. I won't be able to sleep anytime soon with that racket." ***************** The next day, outside the inn. "I love you too," Brian replied as his wife kissed him. Amber turned and entered the limo through the door being held open by a big black chauffer from King Limo services. Sharpspeare and his two bodyguards were already inside. Then a limo, which should have been taking the happy couple home, drove off taking his wife to the airport instead. A few guests patted him on the back to console him. Brian watched until the limo disappeared, the two bartenders from last night brushing past him, leaving the inn when they should have left yesterday after the reception. He was upset his wife was leaving, but something else had upset him even more last night and he hadn't been able to tell Amber. After going to the bar to escape the noise from his in-laws’ room, he found his father-in-law having a drink at the bar. After explaining that Amber was leaving in the morning, he asked, "Where's Susannah?" "In our room. She got one of those black boys parking cars to carry our luggage upstairs for her," said Mr. Derrickson sipping his drink. Brian was horrified to think his mother-in-law was such a slut as to screw a black man. Part 4 Al Sharpspeare relaxed as the plane leveled off. He glanced over at his assistant Amber Derrickson Caldecott, or more specifically the little bit of leg she was showing in her modest skirt. He wished he could dress her more slutty, but her conservative clothing looked more respectable in public. Al and Amber were in first class while his two bodyguards were flying coach. Al had fucked Amber yesterday just before her wedding and he couldn't wait to get his dick in her again. His cock hardened and he shifted uncomfortably. Even the bigger seats in first class, were uncomfortable for a large "enhanced" black man. He had used his position and Amber's progressive liberal views to seduce the hot blonde woman. He had fucked her, turned her husband temporarily impotent as well as all the male wedding guests, he had hired a black stripper to put ideas into the heads of the women at her bachelorette party, and it had worked, Amber's older sister, best friend, and even mother had sampled black dick after the wedding, helped along by Xcite laced booze at the reception. A few more times with Amber and she would soon become addicted to black cock or more specifically the pheromones an enhanced male gave off. Only her younger sister hadn't succumbed and the young girl had probably considered it. Someday, he would have to ensure Vicki Derrickson joined E&I. Amber looked through the file of newspaper clippings and faxes. "I don't understand sir. Some of these other racial incidents seem more serious then this one. From what I've read, the teacher was right to expel the three black teens. I see no reason for our involvement. Here's a clipping...she's very pretty. I bet the boys in her class have trouble concentrating." Al smiled at Amber's stupidity. The fact that Terry Baker was pretty was what got him interested in this case in the first place. One look at the stacked beauty in the newspaper photo and he had someone start packing his bags. "She shouldn't have singled out three black youths for expulsion should she?" "According to the school board, the three had all made suggestive remarks to her after class and they've had a history of doing it to some of the other female teachers." "We'll see." The plane touched down in Nashville a few hours later. A limo met them at an airport and they rode an hour West of the city. Their hotel had two connecting rooms for Amber and Sharpspeare. The Reverend's two bodyguards had a room across from Al's. "Once your settled, unlock the connecting door, Amber," ordered the black man. "Of course, sir." She unlocked the connecting door a few minutes later. "If you don't mind, sir, I'm going to freshen up with a shower." "Be my guest," he said, adding when she left, "I think I'll join you." He began removing his clothes. ***************** Amber jumped as the Reverend yanked her shower curtain open. She had been fantasizing about her black boss in the shower, but still held her arms across her buxom chest in false modesty. "Sir, what are you doing?" "I told you my cock needs a lot of servicing." He climbed in the tub crowding her out in the small hotel stall. "I need this my child. I can't concentrate on the task at hand when my cock gets like this. Kneel before me child." His hands pushed her down so that she squatted in the tub, his huge foot long shaft rubbing against her cheek. "Suck the sin out of me child. Suck that black cock. It's for the cause of racial equality. It's god's work you're doing here, Amber." Amber couldn't resist her boss and soon was sucking his cock for all she was worth. She had been married for only a day now, but at the moment she had no desire to return to her husband. Her place in the world was kneeling at the Reverend's feet. Later, Amber's belly was so full of sperm, she only ate a salad for dinner. Reverend Sharpspeare devoured a huge steak, potatoes, and a rich dessert. He was famous for his lusty appetite, yet there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body and she had never seen him workout. His two guards ate burgers at the bar and flirted with the older bartender. Their bodies were much the same as the Reverend's, all muscle, no fat. Amber returned to her room and climbed into bed after removing her clothes. She turned the light off and soon heard the connecting door open. She trembled in anticipation. Sharpspeare climbed on top of her, her legs opening wide to receive him. Amber got little sleep that night. They took catnaps between fucking. She declared her pussy belonged to Al whenever he wanted it just before he filled her with hot cum. Less then an hour later, she awoke to find his hard cock nudging her again. He placed her on all fours and took her from behind that time. After he came in her pussy, he pushed his semi-hard cock in her ass and began fucking her again. His cock reversed itself and soon it was just as hard as it had been earlier in the shower and the amount of sperm he ejaculated never slackened. She took the initiative in the morning. The black man had a morning erection which she slurped on despite the fact it was crusted with their cum, then she mounted him and rode him like a mad woman. ******************* The school board never knew what hit them. The bells rang and the school buses took off only to be replaced by two more buses filled with black people carrying protest signs. The reporters followed an hour later. "Reverend Sharpspeare," howled a black woman running off a bus. "Please get my baby back in school." "I plan to ma’am." "God bless you, Reverend." "God bless...oops TV crews are here." Amber followed Al around as he gave interviews to various news organizations. He posed for shots, gave a speech, and joined the picket line for a time. They had dinner that night, Al announcing he was tired and would retire early. Amber went to her room and showered. She wrapped a towel around her waist and laid down on the bed trying to fall asleep. She could hear the TV in the Reverend's room playing the local news and discussing the protest. Then it turned off. Amber stared at the ceiling, despite an exhausting day and little sleep last night, falling asleep eluded her. She thought of Al sleeping in the next room. Amber found herself standing, opening the connecting door to his room. She crawled in bed beside him, her hand finding it's way to his cock, then her mouth followed as her head disappeared under the covers. ****************** The school superintendent came out to talk the next day as the third bus of protesters pulled up. "Alright, Mr. Sharpspeare, what exactly is it you want?" Al put down his sign and strolled over to the older white man. "I want the three young men reinstated and the racist teacher responsible terminated." "Lets go to the principal's office to discuss this if you're willing." "Oh, I'm willing." Al waved to the crowd and cameras as he entered the school with the Super. Soon he was repeating his demands to Terry Baker, the school principal, and the Super. "I'm not a racist, Reverend," snapped Terry. She was pale and appeared to be upset. "The fact that they are black has nothing to do with it. Those three boys are animals." "I'll agree they lack discipline, Mrs. Baker." "This is about compromise isn't it?" asked the Super. "We'll reinstate the three youths, and you'll allow Mrs. Baker to keep her job." "Not unless she can convince me she's not racist." The phone rang and the Super answered it. "What?" said the man into the receiver. "20 million, you've got to be kidding? Yeah thanks. I'm talking with him now." He hung up the phone. "I assume you've just heard from your lawyers. My civil rights organization is suing you. I had Reginald Jordan file papers yesterday." "I see, and you'll drop the suit if we fire Mrs. Baker?" "Perhaps," said Al, as Terry snapped and began to cry. "However, if Mrs. Baker can prove to me she is not racist, I'll consider her staying on." "How do I do that?" sobbed the young teacher. The pressure of recent events finally getting to her. Her hands were shaking as she cried. "We'll have a one on one meeting in your classroom. I'll give you a short interview and if you convince me you're not a bigot, we will have resolved this sad affair. If that is acceptable." "It's acceptable to me." "Good, then if you gentlemen don't mind. Me and Mrs. Baker will resume this meeting in her room. Lead the way." Al felt his cock extend an inch as he followed Terry to her class room. Her ass was a perfect globe within tight slacks. Her panty lines were visible underneath. This woman had an incredible body, stripper worthy, every bit as good as Amber's. She dressed modestly, but attractively. Perhaps she didn't like flaunting herself, or perhaps she just covered up because she was surrounded by horny teenagers. Terry had long, curly brown hair and a pretty face with a cute little upturned nose. She had the full lips men associated with dick sucking. She appeared to be in her late twenties and a large diamond ring decorated one hand beside a gold band. Her large breasts, thin waist and hips almost the perfect hourglass figure. She was almost a perfect female specimen though a bit on the short side, maybe 5'3". Terry opened the door to her classroom and Al followed her in, shutting and locking the door behind them. She sat down at her desk and the big black man walked over to a students desk and leaned against it. "What exactly did those three young men do Mrs. Baker?" "The first boy said something about shoving his thang between my breasts and the other that he stick his between my and I quote "dick sucking lips". The third boy actually went beyond that and patted my behind one day as he came in late for class." "Well you do have a body built to excite young men and calling them boys doesn't convince me you're not a racist." Terry flushed, one really had to watch what one said in today's society. "I call them boys Reverend because that's exactly what they are. They are childish, immature, and irresponsible. In effect children, even though two are eighteen and the one who was held back a year is nineteen, They act no differently from fifteen year olds I've taught." "I wonder. Did their words excite you?" "I don't follow, sir." Terry's brows crinkled in confusion. "Did you ever consider doing what they said?" "How d-dare you Mr. Sharpspeare. I'm a married woman and even so having relations with students is immoral." "I see. Did you do anything to lead these impressionable young men on?" "Of course not." "You have an incredibly sexy body. Did you dress sexily that day?" "No. I'm well aware of the effect my figure has on the young men in my class. I make sure to hide my figure as much as possible." "It has nothing to do with the fact that the three youths are black?" "For the last time, no." Sharpspeare stood up and walked close to Terry. His crotch was eye level with her and her brows furrowed as she caught a glimpse of an obscenely huge bulge under his pants. "Alright Mrs. Baker, if you were not married, would you date a black man?" I've never thought about it, but yes, I guess I would, providing he's not my student." "I don't believe you." "It's the truth." "I'll need proof." "How can I prove it?" Al grinned, but was nervous. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. "Reverend Sharpspeare! What are you doing?" If this didn't work, she could cause trouble. He was relying solely on pheromones. "Mrs. Baker, I'll need you to prove you'd be with a black man." "Oh my god!" Terry looked at the giant black salami, the black man had just pulled out of his pants. She hadn't known penises came in such a broad range of sizes. She had thought her husband was big, but Sharpspeare appeared more then twice as long and three to four times thicker as it turned completely hard. "I, I think t-this meeting is over, sir." She pulled her head back as he waved his huge cock under her nose. His overwhelming sense of masculinity made her feel very feminine. "If you don't put that thing away, I'll tell the super." A part of her didn't want him to put it away. "It's my word against yours Mrs. Baker. One phone call and I'll have the protesters marching outside your home. Now this is just a harmless little test." Al smirked as he watched Terry's eyes following his cock as he moved it left and right under her nose. The tip of her tongue came out and ran across her lips. He also noticed the outline of her nipples appearing under her blouse and it was a thick blouse. She must have some pretty big nipples. "W-what kind of a test, sir?" "You'll need to put my big black cock in your mouth." "What! That's insane." He certainly didn't sound like a Reverend, but his crass words made her loins feel hot. She turned bright red as she realized her panties were soaked. "No, it's quite the fair test. All you have to do is take me in your mouth and not look disgusted. Just hold it there for a few seconds and I'll believe you." He was waving his big black cock...no his penis under her nose and she couldn't take her eyes off the monstrosity. Terry had never found the male sex organ particularly interesting, but the black man's fascinated her. "J-just a few seconds?" "Just until I'm sure Mrs. Baker, then this will all be over." "What do I do?" "Just grab the base and guide it into your mouth. Swallow what you can. Same as you do with your husband." "I don't do this with my husband." Terry raised her hand up and lightly ran her fingers down Sharpspeare's shaft. It was so big and powerful. She gripped the base, surprised at the gap between her fingers. "This certainly isn't my husband's cock." "Ha ha Mrs. Baker. I'm sure your husband doesn't have a cock, just a little white penis much smaller then a black cock." "Yes, much smaller." "Would you say it was inferior to mine?" God, his cock head was huge, swollen and angry, the pee slit seemed to be staring at her. "Yes, it's inferior." "Good, if you can admit that my black cock is superior to your husband's little white worm then you might not be a racist after all. I'm pleased." Terry felt a strange sense of happiness hearing she was pleasing him. She wanted to please him, make him happy. She leaned forwards and opened her jaw as wide as she could. His cock head slipped past her lips and into her mouth. It scraped against her throat and she gagged. Terry pulled her head back coughing. "Lying bitch!" Sharpspeare grabbed the sides of her head and forced her to look up at him. He looked livid, angry and powerful, terrible in his fury as he towered over her. His cock slid along her chin, lips and cheek, always just under her nose. "You are a racist. I've never seen anyone look so disgusted. How dare you lie to me!" "Nooo, no sir, I gagged that's all. Please let me try again." Her body was shaking with fear and shame at her performance. "Alright Terry," said the black man, his angry demeanor softening. He released her head and stroked her hair. "Go slow this time." Terry straightened up. This time she stared at the cock summoning up the strength to try again. She would do better this time. She leaned forwards and put her lips around the head, pushing down a little before stopping. "It's so dry." "Make it easier on you and run your tongue all around the head." Her tongue came out and she ran it in a circle around the head. It wasn't all dry. One part in particular was very wet. Her tongue slid across the pee-slit which was starting to leak precum in rather large quantities, but then it was a rather large dick. She could taste the precum on her tongue and decided it wasn't that bad. His fat cock head soon glistened with her saliva and Terry moved her tongue down the shaft and back up. This time she kept her lips locked tight around it as she took him in her mouth, but was soon gagging again. "I'm starting to wonder about you Mrs. Baker. Either show me your willing to take a black cock down your throat or I'll ruin your life. Try sucking on just a little and taking more as you get used to it." Terry took his advice and started bobbing her head over just the tip. Not only was she trying to hold it in her mouth, she was licking and sucking on it. Terry Baker was giving her first blow job. It was easier this way. Soon the tip poked against her throat and she was able to suppress the gag reflex. It was harder when it pushed into her throat, but she relaxed, breathing through her nose. What was amazing was that she could still see half his cock jutting out under her nose. Her free hand was holding onto his pants by his thigh. For some reason, she brought it up under him and began massaging his balls, hefting them one by one. Terry hoped he would be satisfied with this. Then she sped up as she feared he'd be too satisfied and tell her she could quit. Her bobbing head was now moving rapidly over three quarters of his cock. She soon lost track of time as she contentedly slurped on his black cock. Al felt his cock swelling until he thought it would explode. He gritted his teeth trying to hold back. Terry was into it now, actively trying to get him off, eyes were closed and she was skillfully breathing through her nose like a natural. His balls were churning, cock hardening, then something clicked and he was cumming. "Praise the lord," he moaned. Terry's eyes flew open in surprise and she found Sharpspeare's beefy hand wrapped around the back of her head holding her in place while his huge cock pumped wad after wad of ejaculate down her throat. She would have swallowed it all, but for the fact that he was also bucking his hips. He pulled back too far and his cock head slid into her mouth filling it with semen. It was hot and copious, but surprisingly good and she surprised herself by gulping it down as fast as he pumped it into her mouth. Terry wished she had done this years ago with her husband, but knew his loads were pathetic, inferior to the black man's cum. Even now on his eighth or ninth wad, her mouth filled up to the point, cum poured down her chin. He didn't pull it out until he had drained every last bit of semen from the huge shaft. "That was a rather unorthodox test, Reverend," said Terry using her finger to slide the sperm on her chin into her mouth. It wasn't as good cold as it was hot when pumped through his jerking cock. "It derives from a theory I read that you cannot be free of prejudice without having had interracial sex." "Interesting." "Yes it is. I'm sorry to say Mrs. Baker that your performance here didn't completely convince me of the honesty of your claim." "But I just..." "We need to continue this discussion, but there is some business I need to attend to. Come to the Suites’ hotel around eight tonight. It'll be your last chance to convince me." Al left a stunned Terry Baker sitting alone in her classroom. He stopped in the principal's office long enough to say, "I'm not entirely convinced gentlemen. You'll have my decision in the morning. See you then." Al walked down the steps of the school and waved to the crowd. Amber quickly hurried up to him. "Mrs. Caldecott, schedule a press conference for tomorrow morning." "Yes sir," she replied, typing into her blackberry. "Oh and Amber, I'm sorry I'll be keeping you from your honeymoon an extra day." "No place I'd rather be then here by your side, sir," said Amber meaning every bit of it. Part 5 "Lets hurry with dessert so I can take some dictation in our room, sir," said Amber, grinning lazily as she pictured herself kneeling at the Reverend's feet. "Not tonight Mrs. Caldecott, I'll be occupied." "Oh, I see," said Amber, feeling hurt and jealous. "Here she is now." Al Sharpspeare stood up and waved. "Mrs. Baker over here." Al frowned when he saw she had brought her husband. "And who's this?" "Reverend, this is my husband Tom," said Terry. She hadn't stopped thinking about the Reverend's foot long cock since sucking it earlier that day. She didn't trust herself around it and brought her husband to protect her. The Reverend towered over Tom and her husband winced as he shook hands with the black man. "May I order either of you a drink?" asked Al. "Sure, a beer, I guess," said Tom. "Me too," said Terry. She couldn't look the Reverend in the eye, but found herself looking at his crotch if she looked down. She settled for glancing at Amber, who looked upset about something. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous and resembled a modest Pamela Andersen. Terry found herself a little jealous which shocked her. "Hey Frank," called Al to one of his bodyguards sitting over at the bar. "Get two beers for our guests." Al winked at Frank which was the signal to spike the drinks with Xcite if possible. "Lets all sit down. We'll talk business after we finish our drinks." Both Terry and Tom looked surprised when the Reverend made inane small talk. Tom looked at the big black man with disdain for all the grief the Reverend had put Terry through the last few days. "If you don't mind Mr. Sharpspeare," Tom couldn't bring himself to call the famous demagogue a reverend, "I'd like to get this over with and get straight to business." "My business is with your wife Mr. Baker and I'll be discussing it alone with her when I'm ready." "Tom! Please?" Terry put her hand on her husband's wrist to calm him. He relaxed. "May I speak with you a moment, sir?" asked Amber. "Of course," the black man replied. They stood and walked out of earshot. "What is it?" "You don't plan of having sex with her do you?" "I do Mrs. Caldecott. That's how I fight racism. I explained it to you when I fucked you before your wedding." "That was different sir." "How so?" Amber closed her eyes and summoned up her courage. "I'm in love with you. I don't want you fucking other women, just me." "That's sweet child, but your being misguided. You don't love me, you love black cock, not just mine, anyone with a big black cock. "That's not true, sir. I'm not a slut, except when I'm with you." "You'll see. Don't let it get to you. I'll only spend tonight with Mrs. Baker to reeducate her, but you get to remain my personal assistant." Al affectionately patted her shoulder and returned to the Baker's noticing most of their drinks were gone. "I'm ready Mrs. Baker, if you'll follow me up to my room, please. Mr. Baker, you can wait here. Amber, why don't you go have a drink with Frank and Peter. They'll take very good care of you." Al guided Terry up from the table by the elbow and began to lead her towards the elevator. "Wait, said Tom rising, "Why can't you have your meeting down here at one of the empty tables?" Al continued walking and led Terry into the elevator. "My papers and laptop are in my room Mr. Baker." Al hit his floor button. "Don't worry, your wife will be safe with me." The doors closed. ***************** Amber was gloomy as she finished a margarita sandwiched between Frank and Peter. Sharpspeare's bodyguards were both hulking brutes with the same aura of masculinity that Amber had come to associate with powerful black men like Sharpspeare and the lawyer, Reginald Jordan. Neither bodyguard was terribly bright, but they were both tough as nails and looked capable of ripping a man apart with their bare hands. "Want another?" asked Frank. "No, I don't feel like drinking." "Lets go wait in our room then. We'll watch some TV and listen up for when the Reverend's finished." "That sounds good," said Amber. The three passed Tom gloomily staring into his third Xcite laced beer. The fool wouldn't get an erection for two months he'd drank so much. Frank had also added a good dose to Amber's margarita when she'd excused herself to go to the bathroom. His little vial was now empty, but they were scheduled to head back to New York the next day. The group passed Sharpspeare's room and Amber slowed down trying to listen for sounds of fucking. She was full of conflicting emotions, sure she loved her boss and jealous of the teacher bitch. She was also aware that she still loved her husband of three days, but could no longer associate him with sex. His little penis could stay limp the rest of their lives for all she cared. Brian would never measure up again. They arrived at the bodyguard's room and Peter unlocked the door. ****************** Terry had bought her husband to protect her, but the Reverend had skillfully dismissed him and now she was alone with a black man with a foot long penis that she found hard to resist. Yes hard, big and hard, superior... Terry shook her head to clear it. They entered Sharpspeare's room. The Reverend was a neat freak. Everything meticulously organized and in it's place. "Excuse me while I freshen up," said the Reverend. Terry looked around his room. Newspapers were stacked on a table. Most were local with stories on the three expelled youths. Others were national newspapers. "I am ready," said the Reverend. Terry looked at him and gasped. He was standing in the doorway buck naked. His cock was completely hard and jutting out before him. His big, muscle toned body was magnificent. She'd never seen such perfect musculature on any man. He looked like a black Greek god, but for his wavy hair and that he was still wearing his tacky gold jewelry. "Reverend, you're nude!" "And you’re not. Remove your clothes so we can get this over with." "What do you men?" "We're applying my theory for being anti-racist." He came over to stand, towering over her. Terry was very petite and even with both of them standing his cock was near her nose, poking under her breasts to be accurate, but she could still smell it's masculinity. "To convince me you're not racist, we must have interracial sex." "That's absurd!" Terry couldn't take her eyes of his huge cock. Already her head was filling with ideas. Her hand had automatically come up to caress it. She wanted to suck on it again. "I'm married." "Be that as it may, if you want resolution, that is the proof I require my child." "No, I can't. Besides, you're too big. No woman could handle that monster." "Many have Terry, but I see where you're coming from. You have a body built for big cock. It's not that it's big, it's that it's black. You are a racist." "No no no, I'm not. Here let me suck it again." Terry stepped back and bent down taking the head back in her mouth and purring contentedly, but the Reverend stepped back and his cock plopped out of her mouth. "Please sir, it's too big. I'm married. I'm...scared." "I know Terry. You don't have to move or anything, just show me you're willing to take it. You don't have to enjoy it." "I'm scared I might enjoy it," she replied, caressing his cock with one delicate hand. "Lets get you out of these clothes." Al pulled her top out of her slacks and yanked it over her head. Her breasts were huge, practically falling out of her bra. He unhooked her bra and her milky white breasts sprang free. Her nipples were long and hard, but she had practically no areola. The Reverend couldn't help but twirl them between his fingers. Terry sucked in her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Al slid his hands down her waist and around to the front of her slacks. Soon her pants were falling to the floor and she was stepping out of her panties. "Lets move to the bed," he said admiring her figure. Terry climbed on the bed and slid back towards the center. The giant black man moved around to the foot of the bed and kneeled on it. Terry watched the big dick pointing towards her and spread her legs wide giving him a view inside her that even Tom had not seen. "May I turn out the light?" "No. You must see that it's a black man fucking you." Al was now kneeling between her legs. He pushed down on his shaft and rested the head against her pussy. Terry's back was propped up a little by the pillows and she could see it poised to enter her. Her labia was glistening with moisture, she'd never been this wet or wanted anything this bad. The black man pushed down and she watched her pussy lips spread wide apart as the head slowly disappeared. Terry released her breath not even aware that she'd been holding it. His cock firmly in place, Al laid down enveloping her body with his own. His cock slid in some more and a moan escaped her lips. Al arched his back high enough that he could kiss the petit woman. Terry kissed back, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as he worked his hips, pushing his cock in deeper. It didn't take long for such a big, hard penis to force it's way further in and Terry's eyes grew wide as it penetrated deeper then Tom's had ever probed. The man was for all intense purposes blackmailing her into sex, yet she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her legs slid along the mattress, opening as wide as they could before she wrapped them around his ass, trying to pull his cock in deeper. Al quit kissing her and straightened out. Terry found her head buried in his chest held tight between his huge biceps as he propped himself up. His granite abs crushed her breasts beneath him. She felt completely owned and helpless in his arms. That feeling gave her the first orgasm. Sharpspeare began thrusting forward with his hips, fucking her now, his cock sliding a little deeper with every few thrusts. Terry couldn't help herself, the jackhammer thrusts of his cock had her cumming again and again. Her nails dug into his back, but he didn't seem to notice. He was pounding her so hard now the bed was jumping. She lost track of the number of orgasms and the time, she just knew Tom would have finished within seconds at the pace Sharpspeare was fucking her. The black man's balls were slapping her meaning she had taken his entire monster. It even felt bigger now then it had, harder. The man fucking her was growling. He was close to cumming. "Wait, don't cum in me, oh god, Tom's had a vasec..." A powerful jet of sperm struck her womb giving her an orgasm so powerful, her eyes rolled up in her head. Terry passed out to what felt like a fire hose going off in her pussy. There was a ringing in her ears as she came to her senses. Her pussy still felt stuffed and she grinned happy that he hadn't pulled out after cumming. There was a warm feeling in her womb. The Reverend was talking on the phone with his cock still buried in her. "Yes, Mr. Baker, no we’re not quite done, I'm still stuffing your wife's...head with new ideas for combating racism. I am happy to say she has convinced me she's no racist. Here she is now." Terry tried to slow her breathing. "Hi honey, yeah I'm fine." Al's cock felt like it had shrunk a little, now it suddenly reversed itself and turned hard again. "Sorry to make you wait, but I think were going to be a while yet. Love you. Bye." ***************** Frank turned on the video camera as Amber was busy stepping around the clothes on the floor. The boss wanted insurance if Amber ended up pregnant and to keep her in line. Frank was Al's cousin, same DNA and Frank would claim paternity if she got knocked up. "Yo bro, I'm gonna takes a shower," said Peter. "Amber and I will watch a movie," replied Frank. Amber picked up a pair of briefs. "You wear the same brand the reverend wears." They're designed for black dick." Frank turned on the TV which showed a porn he had already ordered, an E&I Video porn. "Sexual Reparations 2" The series featured a black judge and two black cops that made white wives pay of their debt to slavery with sex. This scene showed the two cops arresting a young white couple for screwing in public. The white male actors were always picked to be as wimpy as possible. Soon the woman was sucking on the one cop while getting it from the rear by the second. Her boyfriend was handcuffed to a tree close enough that his little dick was visible each time the camera zoomed in on the woman sucking the eleven inch black cock. "That's disgusting," said Amber. "I've never watched an adult movie before, though I did see a “how to” video recently." "Yeah, well this is a good one. That ho sure is a slut fo black dick." They watched for awhile. The black studs in the movie had the big cocks and stamina the Reverend had. Peter came out of the shower. "Yo bro, I is finished." Amber looked up. Peter was standing in the door with a white hotel towel wrapped around his waist. His body looked like a heavyweight boxers it rippled with muscles. Frank got up. "My turn." He brushed past Peter causing Peter to drop the towel. Amber looked down at the huge black banana swinging between his legs. It was as big and powerful as the Reverend's, but Amber possessed a power to, merely by staring at it, the monster grew an inch and raised up a little. Peter wasn't in a hurry to cover it up. He slowly stooped and brought the towel back up wrapping it around his waist from behind so that his cock was the last thing covered. "Dis is one of my favorite movies," said Peter, sitting beside her. The screen now showed the judge in his quarters with the hot blonde DA of Whytetrash County. He was telling her how much he respected her and that he would need an assistant as he moved up to the state supreme court. He lifted up his robes. The judge wasn't wearing pants and soon the DA was slurping on his large penis. Amber was only half watching the movie. The rest of the time she was glancing down at the cock head poking out from under Peter's towel or at the bathroom. Frank had forgotten to close the door. She could see the outline of his nude male body in the mirror. He opened the curtain and toweled himself off. "Damn movies make my dong hard," said Peter, opening the towel. "Cant you do something about this?" Amber stared at the beautiful cock. It was so like the Reverend's, yet so different. Peter's appeared even longer, maybe thirteen inches, but not quite as thick. His cock head was more streamlined whereas Sharpspeare's was big and knobby. It was blacker and the veins appeared puffier. Frank's was only eleven inches, but the thickest one she'd seen. His cock head was knobby, but hidden beneath his foreskin. He had walked out of the bathroom nude, his erect cock now pointing right at her mouth. She kissed the head. "Shit, I was first," complained Peter. Amber stopped and looked at the two black men. "You promise not to tell the Reverend?" They both laughed and looked at each other. "We promise," they said. Amber pulled back the foreskin on Frank's and licked around the head. She plopped it out of her mouth, then leaned down to do the same to Peter. "Yeah, that's it bitch." Peter pushed down on the back of her head making her swallow more. He was crude, yet she couldn't stop. She even kept her lips wrapped around his cock as he slid back on the bed. Amber found herself getting on all fours to follow him. Peter kept his hands on her head guiding her while she felt Frank's hands come around and start unbuttoning her blouse. She found herself going crazy for his cock, sucking it like a madwoman. Amber only quit long enough for Frank to pull her shirt off over her head. He then went to work on her slacks while Peter let go of her head long enough to remove her bra. A couple inches of Peter's cock was still sticking out of her mouth when she felt Frank rubbing his fat cock head along her slit. She was wearing the crotchless panties Al had given her and Frank hadn't bothered to remove them. Amber suddenly found her nose buried in Peter's pubic hair as Frank slammed half his cock in her pussy. "Fuck bro, this Seawatch bitch has a hot pussy," growled Frank. "Her mouth aint bad either." Amber paid no attention to their crassness as she was too busy cumming. Soon, Frank was fucking her with the full length of his cock and she found it difficult to concentrate on Peter's, but she tried her best. The fucking, sucking, and cumming continued for a good long while. Both men came together. Peter’s first wad shot straight into her belly just as Frank's began hosing her womb triggering a large orgasm that made her scream. Peter's cock plopped out of her mouth as she screamed, long wads of cum covering her face until she clamped her lips back over the tip to get it under control. Amber rolled over as soon as Frank pulled out, a grin on her semen coated face. That had been incredible. "I'm going to clean up," she said after catching her breath. She walked to the bathroom and cleaned her face off and scooped as much cum out of her pussy as she could get, but she knew from experience she'd be leaking for hours. When she came out, Peter was laying on the bed holding his erect cock up. "My turn to see how hot dat pussy is." Amber smiled at him and climbed on the bed. Soon she was lowering herself over Peter's shaft moaning as he penetrated her. She could see Frank coating his cock with gel. Frank walked around behind her and straddled Peter's legs so that his cock was pointing at her ass while Peter's was thrusting in and out of her pussy. Frank pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed his cock head against her sphincter. It slid in easily with the gel. "Oh my god, so big and full," moaned Amber. "Little slut like black cock?" asked Peter, just before sucking one nipple between his lips. "I love it. I love your black cocks." The Reverend had been right, she didn't love him, she was hooked on his and all other black cocks. She had thought Sharpspeare's was good, but two was better then one. If that was true then why not three or four. The possibilities were endless, but Amber quit thinking as the orgasms started cumming again. Many minutes later, Amber got up to go clean herself again. Sperm poured out of her ass. ***************** Sperm poured out of her ass as Terry lowered herself over Sharpspeare's cock. Her ass was sore, but it had felt good to get her butt stuffed after the pain subsided. He hadn't asked permission, nor was it needed. Al had bent her over a table and fucked her ass. Now she was riding him like crazy and he was pulling on her nipples. "You know you only had to do this once to prove you ain't racist?" he said. "This time I'm doing it cause I love your cock. I never knew sex could be this good." There was a knocking on the door. "Terry, it's Tom. Are you almost ready. I've been waiting two hours." "Go away Tom, I'm not done yet. I'm almost cumming." "Well hurry up," her husband replied. "Terry, you're too big a slut for black cock to be racist," growled Sharpspeare. "I'll drop the charges, but there's something I need you to do for me...." **************** Al sat beside the superintendent at the press conference just as Terry Baker approached the podium. Al handed the school super an invoice for five million dollars. "Is this a joke? No rway will we pay this," said the Super. "I accept full responsibility," said Terry into the mike. "My own prejudices got in the way of my better judgment and I will allow the three youths back into my classroom immediately." "We could proceed with the 20 million civil rights suit if you prefer," Al whispered to the Super. "This is extortion." "No it's compromise. Mrs. Baker just admitted guilt, I'm letting you off easy. Your insurance company will settle." "I apologize to my students, to their parents, and to the good people of the county," finished Terry. Shouts of racist and bigot started in the audience until Al stood up. "Thank you Mrs. Baker. Citizens please." He held up his hands until the crowd quieted. "Mrs. Baker is a good teacher. Like many whites she is unaware of her prejudices. After lengthy sessions with her, I believe she will be a changed woman from now on. Nor is she entirely to blame. The three youths have behaved badly in the past. Mrs. Baker will be spending time with each student to motivate them to graduate so that no child is left behind. Upon graduation, I am flying the three African-American youths to New York where they will enter one of the King rehabilitation centers for troubled youths. There they will receive training, fitness, and disciplining. When they come back, I promise you they will be new men." Al held up his hands to applause and camera flashes. Five million wasn't bad for a few days work. Three of it would enhance the teens and the other two would go into his account. He waved to the TV cameras and left the stage. The End Author’s Note: What a great character! Of course, some of the best characters are based on real life people. I hope some day to further the adventures of Rev Al. I also always hoped to write a story about the wedding and Melissa, Sabrina, Victoria, and Susannah’s fall. An internet artist named Darklord did some computer illustrations for parts of this story. It can be found at www.Johnpersons.com.