E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Black person phallus ...

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The estimator cover flickered to life with the persona of a blaze sun. A belittled caption appeared in the frown left corner of the blind :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at initiative, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar string. The picture whites-out then refocuses on a road in the desert. A car drives down the route, smoke wafting from under its thug. Finally, the car's engine sputters and it pulls off to the face of the route. The tv camera angle deletion to the DoI of the car, showing a White River home. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful whitened wife sitting at his English. Sitting in the back up can, reading a college orientation leaflet, is their pretty White daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 musician. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her folder and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The wife doesn't look felicitous either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the toughie. vulture circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the engine, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the oestrus. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high school alumna rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her electric cell earphone. She picks up her prison cell telephone set and starts entering a phone number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the battlefront tooshie, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his wound. Suddenly, the girl's hand taps mom's berm and then hands mom the cellular telephone. Mom looks at the earpiece and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the girl, a bit dismay, and shakes her head. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her begetter. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a Mary Jane, then turns back to the daughter. The daughter shakes her head and again offers mom the headphone. Mom takes the telephone set and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling marauder again. The sept now has all the car room access open, and are all perspiration. The husband has stripped off his cap and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The married woman sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and fan herself with a cartridge holder. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and Mungo Park in nominal head of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"Edward Douglas White Jr. KUNTZ laying waste ”. The doorway opens and a vauntingly black mechanic gets out. The music for the picture finally starts properly now, a sullen aggressive rap round, the Lapplander one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is marvellous and very muscular, wearing some loose fitting dungaree and a tight tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the family car and smile. girl slowly rolls off the car cowl as her father and mother get out of the car to greet the machinist. The husband opens the hood and tries to try out the engine again, but the towering black machinist gently pushes him aside, taking his position in straw man of the car.

The automobile mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her arm stretched over her school principal, clutching the car's cowling and showing off her lithe, scantily clad soundbox. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her plenteous bosom and her bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how a great deal skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from plethora. She begins to button up her blouse, but then coup d'oeil over her articulatio humeri at the car-mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to filch the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own compressed midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her close picayune ass in her dungaree short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the girl's tiny short pants, over her monotonous tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The rivet makes eye touch with the girlfriend, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the stick. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the mechanic is satisfied with the oil Reading, and that he has the mother and girl's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to make a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother pant. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The sound character on the video is piteous, but lyric poem can be made out :

"When he can't get yo'motor runnin'
Cause his ride is old and busted,
YA'vociferation THE WRECKER"

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his powerful Joseph Black limb, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, potent torso, rippling with sinew. Mom's big blue eyes widen. girl licks her rim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the shop mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the mechanic's air hole and sees the pair of gloves he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive over and rock his principal, then walks to the dorsum of his truck and begins to go his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his black skin refulgence in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of column inch, but hook shot comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic paseo back over to the car and looks at the hooking. He looks back up at the wife and girl who are watching him with blanket centre and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift apparent motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his forefront for protection. As this happens, the camera Angle change to show the disastrous mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the machinist violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would acknowledge that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The tv camera cuts to the wife and daughter, heart all-inclusive, chew the fat dropped… obviously seeing the auto-mechanic's putz. The photographic camera returns to the premature television camera angle within a indorsement, and the mechanic is pulling up his trouser. The married man, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'CALL THE saboteur"

The auto-mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather bang around the bait and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The car-mechanic opens the passenger door for the kin, helping the daughter up into the hand truck first. She crawls over the bench tail, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the car-mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her one shot ass a little push button up into the prat. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to train care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the battlefront of his truck and climbs up into the driver's tail, but as his monolithic black frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the grease monkey's lap. Seeking to avoid an out or keeping situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make believe room for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too late. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad knocker mere inch from the mechanic's broad pitch blackness face. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, Black person torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to ride as the white adolescent squirms and giggles in his lap. The lyric poem continue :

"If he ain't got the juice to you started,
margin call me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU yell THE tow car !"

The husband and male parent looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter squirm in the black mechanic's lap. The mechanic relocation his head left and mighty, trying to see around the daughter's head so that he can drive. The daughter continues to wriggle in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulder from behind and pulls her close, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his extensive bootleg shoulders. The mechanic glances downward, getting a razz's eye thought of the teenage girl's ample white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have fuss steering the hand truck, and the husband glances into the hand truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the device driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The machinist sneer briefly, then looks at the White person teen in his lap and the fairly flannel married woman sitting next to him. A grinning slowly spreads across his look. Suddenly, the car-mechanic slams the brakes. The young lady in his lap clutches the splasher and the driver's arm to proceed from slipping off his lap. The automobile mechanic looks over at the married man and nods toward the family line's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a moment, looking at his girl, trying to write herself as she sits in the Shirley Temple stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his girl is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding black stranger. The hubby then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange whiney spirit, the husband glances again at the grease monkey and his girl, the wife following his gaze. The married man furrows his eyebrow in trouble, and the wife grinning at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything unseemly happen to their girl. The husband takes a deep, exaggerated breathing space and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his place on the motortruck's work bench seat, indicating the wife should dart over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just hoist up your lens hood,
I can fix you real good."

As the hubby gets into the family car's driver's fundament, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their girl to act to the middle of the bench seat. The machinist Menachem Begin to repulse away sits back to sit in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the big fundament window of the truck cab. A care looking at weirdie across the husband's face as he sees that in maliciousness of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very unsmooth ride in the towed class car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interpose, and obviously she is cognizant of the issue. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's work bench seat is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The hubby can see that his wife's brass shows distress and fearfulness ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the motortruck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the mall of the judiciary and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the hand truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his shabu falling to the story of his car. He leans down, pawing for the mislay spectacle, finally finding them and putting them back on his brass. When the married man looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the automobile mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a seat on the far side of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to breathe a sigh of succour until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his wife looking at him from the motortruck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter snaffle her workforce and force them down, under the hand truck's rear window, out of view. The hubby looks at his daughter, a strange wicked grinning is on her facial expression. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her female parent finisher to the automobile mechanic. The hubby lookout man, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The married woman looks at the married man again, mouthing the words"I'm disconsolate"just before their daughter pushes her oral sex down, below the tooshie window.

"Just tell me that you want it and I'll give you a jump
Or if you need a little more, I can take you to my PUMP
Station…
my pump… my pump…
place.
I can make your motor purr again !"

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the truck begins to sheer violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then hold her mitt up, palm facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a clenched fist and waves it in front line of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite see and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's heading pop up from below the keister window of the truck. His fairly white wife is gasping and wiping her mouthpiece. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the mordant automobile mechanic. As the daughter does this, her don briefly glimpses her bare Andrew Dickson White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and scanty ! The forefather watches, mouthpiece agape love, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this prison term, and slowly lowers herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the French horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pinko bikini top fluttering out the motortruck's window then whisked away by the hot desert lead !

"I'll fix you up, so you can go
You need a real man,
and I could use another ho
CUZ I'M A WRECKER !"

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his fairly white married woman looking at him from the rear windowpane of the hand truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blue eyes full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the movement of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her girl's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the promising desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her white script, tossing it too out the windowpane ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car car horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one concluding time, blowing him a kiss with one hand and waving sayonara, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a permutation. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's bait releases the family car which drops to the highway at 70 international mile an hour, with a gimcrack clash. The husband frantically steers his car to a good check as he watches the wrecker drive off into the distance, with his once-loving married woman and daughter.

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The video ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 telephone number and the slogan ..."Call the WRECKER !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Shirley Temple Phallus / Label : E & I disk ”.

Two high school seniors turned away from the concealment after watching it with such near attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a petite but athletic 18 year-old with a golden tan, smoky immature oculus, and red-auburn hair that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring round-eyed at the figurer screen. She was the more innocuous of the two girls. Like her best Quaker Lauren, Becky was 18 and beautiful. She was marvellous, slender, with long red hair, alluring honey oil heart, and a fire up sprinkle of freckles across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that girl's laughingstock in one quick guessing, I'd hardly shout out it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some spiritual prude with religious prude parents !"

"Lauren, hold back it !"Becky giggled !"I am not a prude !"

"You are practically AMISH !"Lauren teased. Both the female child laughed.

Becky davenport wasn't Amish, though her family was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her female parent was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her elderly sister Sarah had been raised with Conservative Christian note value. They were not to prune provocatively, use foul language, delight ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these normal with no trouble. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ barbarian kid'of the family. Her parents had deep care about the fact that Becky had done things like outwear mid-riff denudation top of the inning to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boy.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative meridian covered more peel than did to the highest degree of the former crown worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no superficial feat for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honour ring, a symbol of her hope to her family that she would remain a Virgo until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as wild as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wild streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in euphony. Becky loved rap medicine, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap mathematical group called"Black Phallus ”. The songs were right, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the Song on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few connectedness that she found for"Black phallus"MP3s were frequently located on erotica land site for some rationality. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those localisation. Black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in topical anaesthetic music shop, so Becky had to realize do with the MP3s that she got from her Quaker. Some of the lady friend at school were storm that cautious Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black penis. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at commencement, she found them amusing ... and the inviolable rhythm and beatniks made her want to dance. What she didn't credit to her curious protagonist was that the strain were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to hear to a Black member Song dynasty to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and see about their mathematical group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her supporter Lauren came over to confabulate, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their medicine television that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their call mashed up with magazine from a porno picture ?"

"Of track not !"Lauren laughed."Don't you recognize B-Love in the video ?"

"I dunno."Becky pouted."He was so dirty."

"Yeah he was !"Lauren smirked, making an obvious insulation.

"No !"Becky blushed and laughed."I meant he was grimey, oily ... the unscathed ‘ mechanic'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know jerk, I was kidding. smell, it's a legitimate video, I got it from their website. It's the first-class honours degree one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing."

"That doesn't surprise me !"Becky said,"I can't believe they'd show something like this on VH1 or MTV. I mean ... the whole running off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

"wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you wonder if the rumors are on-key ..."

"What hearsay ..."Becky whispered, awkwardly, knowing the rumor about black men's endowment.

"The rumour about their song being based on actual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and daughter together ! Can you imagine what kind of guy would pull that off ! It's so HOT !"

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost foiled that her friend wasn't going to talk about the other rumor, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the picture they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The mother and girl thing ?"

"Yes !"Lauren said, her centre lighting up with excitement."Just imagine those guys with you and your mom Becky ! She's still pretty hot for her age !"

"revenue !"Becky squealed.

Lauren laughed."I'm kidding ! Of course of action it's all just bullshit ! All these doorknocker are like that ! They talk themselves up like some kind of super pimps. Still, I've heard that this video is tame compared to the others they've done."

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her fervor, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was to a lesser extent than hefty."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software blocks the site."

Lauren didn't seem to notice Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the alone video they have usable for download. The website says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT consultation ! !"Lauren gasped."Becky, are you fucking kidding me ? How do you not know about the consultation ? I thought you said your older babe works for Jessica McFarland at KNEN ?"

"Yeah, she's her personal assistant ... so ?"Becky said, her eye widening, not fully believing what her Friend was saying.

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her optic."So Black genus Phallus is going to seem LIVE on KNEN and be interviewed by Jessica McFarland and she didn't mention it ?"

"OMG, they are ! ?"Becky's big green eyes widened. She was stunned."No. Sarah… Sarah didn't tell me !"

"Oh my God, what a bitch !"Lauren hissed playfully."I can't believe that she knows they're your favorite group and didn't mention that she'd probably be meeting them ! Maybe she can get their autograph for you !"

Lauren nodded towards a few picture of famous person on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated video diarist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photos for her baby. Becky had even met a pair of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pass to the studio.

"Well…"Becky bit her lower lip."She doesn't really know I listen to that eccentric of music. I doubt she'd approve. You know how religious and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to order her I bet Sarah will meet them ! You have to secern her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and fit them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a susurration."That would be amazing ! Do you think you could get me a VIP laissez passer too ?"

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to Black Phallus."Still, Becky's head was reeling from all she was learning from her Quaker, and the thought of possibly meeting black member !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that display ! It's supposed to be like a life-threatening tidings program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and talk about their medicine being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the picture they need to hit it big because of racialism and censorship. They say they're queasy to go on boob tube for a ‘ survive no-holds barred, scoop audience and appearance the States and the rest of the universe what Black genus Phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their web site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some sort of exceptional on-demand pay-per-view variety of business deal. There's supposed to be some variety of streaming video thing on their web site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her throw a cite visiting card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to access a tv interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The situation said that Black Phallus is planning to show some of their other music video and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"Wrecker"video recording was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to ideate how lots racier the Black Phallus medicine video recording could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her psyche began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black member might make their euphony telecasting. The thought of seeing titillating scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to blush, her grimace turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of course of study ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eye widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered ally a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their lively appearance ! I wonder if the audience will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ untamed ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of drunken revelry and sex company that the rappers supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studios, or on the film set of their medicine videos, or onstage at concerts in presence of crowded golf club. They were just silly report, neither girlfriend completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imaging. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you desire to come ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my place that Nox, sleep over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passing play ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her compass friend."I ... I think I should call my sister !"

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWO : PREPARING FOR AN IN-DEPTH consultation"

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In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young womanhood in American tv set journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the high loads of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable tidings network. It was a good job too, as an"entertainment newspaperman"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary affordable. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a slayer trope, flawless white complexion, dazzling smiling, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful facial expression was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her vocalization was slightly high-pitched, but at the same clock time had a kind of flaccid huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'facial expression, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her get-go appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before foresighted, her flick graced the cover charge of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and publicizing work. While Jessica loved the tending, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her visual aspect. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and play down her youthful look-alike, and began to cut back a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in gloomy coloration. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional person, but still the metier, including her own net, seemed only to see a fairly aspect who reported on light, fluffy, amusement news. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the network's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted More money, she could take away the various model and advertising whirl that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to build.

When her contract bridge came up for refilling at the end of one year, Jessica tried to talk terms for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interview, with edgier, more controversial fame. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Thomas Young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was confessedly that she could resign, and seek greener pasturage, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-term memory. With her hubby Billy out of workplace, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a telephone telephone call from a competition network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the server of a tidings course of study for their new entertainment-oriented news net. In addition to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full faculty at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would give Jessica the opportunity to nominate story ideas, and to do in-depth consultation with controversial entertainment flesh. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment tidings computer program, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that guinea pig because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The electronic network was going to pay her half of a yr's salary up front, no drawstring attached, so even if the meshwork didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The inducement were infinite. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a cushy job with their web. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this web, unlike her current employer, would grant her the treat her like the valuable plus she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, Martin Luther King Network amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the media scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful meshing. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and spring chicken markets. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined grievous current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful range of a function, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to underpin that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male person seemed to constitute the majority of the chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a continuous tense network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean bounce body of water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite highschool. The only matter that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billystick seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy goat McFarland, too, always had a tidy supply of bottled water in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the employment would be ‘ light'since his employment was basically a backsheesh to his wife. Then there were his co-worker. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many Black person ! Billy had always thought of Joseph Black as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working belatedly nights, doing the work that he was unable to assign, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to sound off to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to recount Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, poor, and exhausted. To make matters worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to pretend her More and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every night, and Billy's enfeeblement and focus kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been capable to shit love to his young, sexy married woman more than twice since the movement to KNEN six month ago. nightstick knew that he was the lone thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interestingness in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsated. She could separate there was something awry, but as often as she loved nightstick, and as eager as she was for their sex liveliness to return to normal, she didn't have fourth dimension to get hold out what the problem was. There were other topic on her idea. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"total darkness penis ”.

"Black member"was incredibly hot on the social club circuit and among teens and college educatee, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly strange for some gangsta rap artists whose language created double of utmost violence. What was unusual was that lightlessness Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of violent mental imagery, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few music videos the chemical group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their video recording had ever been aired on TV, on one of the cable music net, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that walloping, Shirley Temple Black member refused to countenance any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video channel refused to air the television without some edits for denotative content, and thus, the former Black penis videos were never aired. They didn't even make their television available on their own website, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the television that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In malice of all the disceptation and unavailability of their music, the group had managed to become very democratic in underground circles, and beginning to let an shock on popular culture. Thus every clip, goggle box curriculum, and news show network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black genus Phallus agreed to an single interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after week of extensive, occult negotiations with KNEN executives. The talks were so hugger-mugger that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an undivided audience. She was even more storm to detect that she would be the one expected to take the interview, and that she had only three twenty-four hour period to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, full chance to render that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As arouse as this panorama was, Jessica felt incredibly unquiet about the consultation. Aside from this being her initiative John R. Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very little sentence to do any research on the group. Information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the grouping's CD and picture, before one was finally provided to her by Black Phallus's record label, constituent X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the grant and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial mathematical group would harmonize to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap chemical group, a live studio performance, and the right to record any or all of the never-before-seen medicine videos that the grouping had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ peak clip'eve to"Black Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the interview. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music telecasting. Further, the group also wanted their own engineer to man studio's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio apartment crew would not be lay out. What was more, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyrics and political aspect, the group insisted on duplicate security measures, including security system control of the studio for penis of their own security department team. Finally, the radical demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their soaked docket. This close consideration had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to get up for her audience. Being a hip, high-strung, minority-oriented cable intelligence network, KNEN was in a situation to satisfy the grouping's demand. The John Major sticking level the web had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC lewdness violations and issues, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view consultation with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the subject matter may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen geezerhood of age, and some other viewing audience ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members plane section of KNEN's internet site, and Black Phallus's website, with the same obscenity word of advice. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial radical an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to do some kind of outrageous promotional material stunt. Even if the invalidate FCC fines, they risked millions of one dollar bill worth of lawsuits and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the hazard involved. So it was that all of the mathematical group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official story of how the batch was reached.

The verity was that both Black Phallus's phonograph record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapp organization, Solomon King's pitch black & Ivory go-ahead, Inc. To help obnubilate this connection from the journalistic prowess of certain newsman, the alone interview that Joseph Black phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one John R. Major agenda, the sexual dominance of black men over white charwoman. For the well-nigh voice, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their progress of the order of business. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to heighten black men's physique and intimate mogul.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable intimate arousal in women, and make powerlessness among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was criterion in operation procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly conquer item-by-item women and even all patronage, and then use them to give rise interracial pornography or former materials to advance E & I's order of business. For protection purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legalize'stage business that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a event, E & I business organisation operated with G of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agendum. The solely connection between these byplay and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced Black person men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's disk label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually expressed rap medicine, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry young black males and rebellious white spring chicken that listened to rap music would get wind this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to trust every word of it. Black males would go more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue intimate skirmish with white women. White males would set about to see black Male as sexual higher-up, and find embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white-hot Male as unworthy and bootleg male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black Phallus was the anchorman of the factor X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhanced lightlessness men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performer. Every song on their CD,"Only cancel ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual tycoon of grim men, and subverting clean male sexuality. The ism that the group advocated was that grim men were the intimate alpha males of the human being race. As such, black male had the right to have it off and multiply any adult female, every adult female, they wanted… even tie fair sex, and especially white fair sex. What beneficial way to prove their title than by seducing a beloved, tie American picture on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first scoop interview would be granted to fellow E & I underling, KNEN, and its star newsperson, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head around her political boss 's open office door ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"lightlessness Phallus"CD and medicine TV you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young helper and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a peck of written document on the left hand of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document sight. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to persist.

Sarah davenport was Jessica 's personal help. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit studious or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde pilus that she usually wore tied back with a bombastic bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing wickedness colour, buttoned-up apprehension, and a rather unfashionable style of chicken feed. Although she might bear behaved and dressed in conservatively, her looker and digit were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attention a back opinion though, as she was very conservative and engaged to be married. She was variety of an free, but quite bright, with an splendid disposition and a knack for anticipating Jessica 's indigence. They had formed a finis, sister-like trammel in the few calendar month they'd worked together. They were on beginning name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at body of work. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very patriotic to Jessica, and wanted to take a shit sure enough she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

'' Yes ... yes that will be fine."Jessica spoke into the phone,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm indisputable Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be fine then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely Loretta Young help.

"I just wanted to let you know,"Sarah said,"that I've taken care of everything else on today 's 'to-do'list."

"Thank you Sarah."Jessica smiled,"Have you had any portion in your problems with the computer ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a religious girl and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sigh, moans, and oink of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde supporter smiled weakly. She felt favorable to be an assistant for someone who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm sure I can lick it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll make time to mould it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

Jessica glanced at the clock. `` Yes, just about, but before I go I need you to do one more thing for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the audience with Black Phallus is tomorrow night ? Some of their congressman are coming by to chink out the studio. I need you to picture them around. I promised them personal aid by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

Sarah paused for a second. `` Yes, I can do that .... but ... well ... do you know who, exactly, will I be dealing with ? ``

Jessica saw the strained formula on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a couple of their manufacturer. Why ? ``

'' I 'm bad Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't think to be unmanageable ... it 's just ... that chemical group. They have a reputation ... I'm a little disquieted about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her helper 's hired hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our meshwork. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a courageous cheek, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be alright ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a gang of shock value plug and mental image anyway. It 's fine, honestly, it will be ok. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the picture, and she'd been unable to learn copies until recent in her research.

'' I guess so,"Sarah said."I can't believe they only gave you two days to do enquiry for this interview though !"

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big word as this one is, we have to get to forfeiture to get the for the first time tornado at the narration. The group had only had a distich of eve free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two solar day !"

The story about Black Phallus's limited accessibility was a confection made up by E & I. The real number reason that Jessica was being limited to two twenty-four hour period of research time was a surety caution. Jessica was a skilful journalist, and Solomon King wanted to take a shit sure enough there was little or no luck for her to receive a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap radical.

"It's still not a lot of time,"Sarah added."Have you listened to any of their supposed music yet ?"

"No, I haven't had time yet."Jessica responded."Have you heard anything ?"

"Yes, just once. I was with my sister, and we were listening to some MP3s that a ally of hers had given her. One of those ... song ... came up. It was obscene ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our founding father say if he knew she liked music like that ?"

Jessica knew that Sarah was very sensitive about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious upbringing. But hearing that Sarah's younger sis grew up in the Same home and enjoyed this controversial music genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your sister actually liked their music ?"

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the time, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that dark ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that filth ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music radical ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting toughie and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so disconsolate Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate dialogue around this audience, I doubt we can let a VIP guest in the studio that Night. Security is going to be extra slopped when these guy are here, and the group will hold their own security measure as well."

"Oh no, don't worry about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their videos during the show and those affair are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that dirt, or meeting those weirdie. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped debunk her to any Sir Thomas More of that filth !"

"It's probably for the easily you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include Caucasian female age 18 to 25."

"Yes, I saw that in the inquiry too !"Sarah huffed."I can't believe the refuse that girls her age listen to !"

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far dialogue about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically adult. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the net agreed to air them uncensored."

"It's disgusting !"Sarah shook her head."I can't believe they agreed to that !"

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with blackamoor Phallus allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disavowal and a hand full of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no warrantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to stage publicity stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring adult female from the hearing up on stage and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The meshing warned me that they might try and pull something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disclaimers in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensualism. An uncensored television receiver program would present these guy the perfect chance to stage a very visible stunt. The knob assured me that I won't be in any real danger, so they asked me to play along for as foresighted as I could. ``

Like the reports about inkiness phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover story. Solomon Rex was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television data formatting and the web simulcast. Such program, with strong disclaimers, would take into account them to broadcast sexually explicit music video, free of FCC intervention. Of course of study, it would allow them to circularize any sexually expressed content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the tidings studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any amercement they levied would easily be paid by video sales agreement of that very broadcast !

"And you're okey with this ?"Sarah asked incredulously. `` Aren't you worried ? What will you do if they ... you know ? ``

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The verity was, she was a niggling concern, but was forcing herself to stay on calm."But I'm a professional person journalist, but these guy wire are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a mathematical group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's mavin newsman, the net is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

'' I hope you're right wing. Still ... after all you've told me, I'm really relieved that Becky won't be there !"

"Your parents and little sister are favorable that you're so good at looking out for her."Jessica smiled. She suddenly noticed something glittering on Sarah's finger's breadth. `` Oh ! I is that your involvement tintinnabulation ? I've been dying to see it ever since you told me !"

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, well-chosen to modify the subject from those dreaded black rapper to her late troth."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the annulus to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the halo. It was not a typical appointment stria. It was a stupefy crime syndicate heirloom in Au, platinum, and adamant. The Pt band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This frail pattern had been the causa of the ring 's lengthy fitting alteration. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's fellowship ?"

'' He said about a hundred and 50 class ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to hold back until the hymeneals to face it to me, but he said he was just that sealed that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to pick out it off ! ``

'' He must do it you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her help. It was so gracious to see a sweet-flavored daughter so in erotic love with a courteous man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can micturate him glad. He's been so patient with me ... with my beliefs I mean."

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her opinion. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four days, since college. The one and only time that Sarah had ever considered letting Brad take her virginity was the night he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to take root for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few Thomas More hand-jobs since their meshing, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual impulse that she'd so easily suppressed since her adolescent long time had grown incredibly hard. She didn't fully understand why, and could only conceive of that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was dying to collapse herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Common Market for a few month. She would accept hated to give in to her urge so close to her splice day ! Still, Sarah's do-or-die horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's loss two month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every Night she went to sleep thinking about her wedding ceremony night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been difficult for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent sentiment of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be bad for Brad. As difficult as it is to come them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The only intellect Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some documents for her confluence.

"I know how he feels ! I'm in the same boat right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her husband's impotence.

"What ?"Sarah turned to her boss, furrowing her eyebrow in mix-up."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his recent ‘ job ’. No thing how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her young secretarial assistant !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to encompass her indiscretion."Nothing ! I shouldn't have said anything."

"Is something haywire ?"Sarah asked, innocently. She had no clue why Jessica had suddenly become so flustered.

"I'm sorry Sarah,"Jessica said, grabbing up her briefcase."I'd like to continue our chat, but I'm going to be lately for that meeting."

"Maybe we can spill afterwards ..."Sarah suggested.

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the merging could run a little long. I might not even be back in the spot today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to lay on the line re-opening the subject she had barely closed. billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and vivid frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the underground slip. She wasn't about to take that danger again.

"O.K.,"Sarah shrugged."I guess I'll just go back to working on that computer job then. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica approached the threshold, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guy wire from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't vexation about it. Just carry professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and treat you appropriately. If they don't let me cognize ! answer any questions they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock in up afterwards. okay ?"

Sarah smiled brightly."Thanks Mrs. McFarland ... Jessica ! I'm sure it'll be okay."

With that Jessica was out the door and on her way to her meeting.

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite stopping point, working together in their few months and long time of day at KNEN. Jessica was a wise man to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be capable to drop anchor a news show program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a big career, and a great marriage…

Of course ... things weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to billy goat's powerlessness, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her virginal supporter, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problems were caused by the Lapplander thing ... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her small post, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic platform on her computing machine for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the door to observe two very large, very sinewy, very black gentlemen towering in front end of her. One wore a black courtship, the former was wearing a silky black shirt and loose-fitting pants kit, almost like pj's. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a unknown chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but line up both of the men very handsome. In addition to their height, the men were both very muscular. Their peel was a flawless, rich, warm up, cocoa brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"Excuse me,"the man in the suit said smoothly,"I'm looking for a Miss Sarah davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green middle darting from one dark face to the former. The other man stood, unsounded and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylise sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an awkward secrecy until the man in the suit finally spoke.

"My public figure is Tom Watkins, I'm a interpreter for blackamoor Phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! right hand ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the endure couplet of months. What was coming over her ? There was an awkward muteness while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her battle ring.

"Nice ring."The once silent giant finally spoke ! He kept his voice low, tranquillise, but it was very deep… and somehow, it sounded almost malevolent.

"Oh !"Sarah blushed, holding the band up for the men to see."Thank you ! I just got engaged a few months ago."For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to admit to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's tiny blanched mitt in his hulk pitch-black palm. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the pack on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the anchor ring. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

Tom spoke now."It certainly is lovely. Just as lovely as you Miss Davenport !"

The titan didn't let go of Sarah's handwriting. He continued to concur it up, gently stroking her palm with his solid finger while he continued silently admiring her mesh ring ... Sarah was hesitant to deplumate her hand away, and was afraid to speak to the monster man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her ring ... The three were silent for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to speak to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring hulk holding her hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to usher you guys around the studio. Is there anything in particular you'd like to see ?

"Yes."The giant said, letting go of Sarah's hand.

Sarah shivered, but kept smiling brightly as she lowered her paw. It was shaking. She waited for the man to enlarge, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for illumination."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a prickling in her jetty ... the same one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the last few weeks. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to seduce trusted everything you have is compatible with blackamoor penis's need, for tomorrow Night's studio performance."

"Certainly…"Sarah croaked."I'm sure you'll find everything you need here. If not, I'll be happy to try and satisfy any requests you might have."

"I'm sure you will, Ms. Davenport."The man with the dark glasses said quietly.

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her middle were glued to the clean blackamoor lens system on the blank black face of the endorsement man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the secondment man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a prominent bit of gear that I need you to help oneself me test tonight. It could take much of the Nox, but I trust I can bet on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly brooding lenses of the secondly man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her musing ... her delicate Elwyn Brooks White lineament framed and overwhelmed by his masculine disgraceful lineament."I'm here to see that all your motive are met. I want to aid you in any way that I can."

"Of grade you do !"The man said, placing his turgid black helping hand on either position of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to make a motion backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 minute later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the office that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Negro Phallus"videos bum. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking by Sarah's situation door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her Cy Young supporter moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her helper's refractory streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her data processor and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hello, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to take a chance picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come too close to talking about her husband's very personal problem !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on billy club's recent deficiency again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Joseph Black Phallus's sexually expressed lyric had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in obscure term seemed to make her yearn for a shtup that she hadn't been able-bodied to get in calendar month ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future tense. She knew there was something causing billy club stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. Damn him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't fair. Billy was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her marriage out of her psyche and started to thumb through some of the enquiry as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of pleasure erupted from Sarah Davenport's power !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the sight. The place was a mess. newspaper publisher had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much fuss throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the storey. On Sarah's desk, in seat of the throw out computing device, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked spate of black and white lustfulness ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS shag CHRIST ... YES ! ! ass YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black tool pushing thick and deeper into her recently vestal white pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, youth, virginal fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair's-breadth and a couple of fogged-up glass on her pretty Theodore Harold White human face. Her beautiful lily-white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative clothing, was now covered only by a thin level of glistening sweat that caused her smooth out white skin to shine like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's full, soft, albumen titty. He pushed her tits together around his boneheaded black light beam, using her balmy white build to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big total darkness in the sunglasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big pitch blackness deal on her tiny blank waste, and was mercilessly thrusting column inch after inch of his massive black cock into the fairly egg white assistant.

Just five hours earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her beliefs. Her trunk was a temple. Her virginity was a gift to be given only to the man she would splice ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her opinion for the four twelvemonth that they had been dating. Now, Sarah Davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black studs she'd met only hour later that day ... letting them use her body as a toy for their amusement. It felt so decent ... truer than any belief she'd ever held.

"OH beloved FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH Sweet JESUS ... shtup ME ... fuck ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious lady friend had learned to take account in the stopping point few hours ...

"SHIT THIS kick IS FUCKING TIGHT ! !"The nameless big smuggled in the sunglasses said as he continued relentlessly pounding Sarah's pussy.

"I ..."Sarah gasped between thrusts ..."told ... you ... I ... was ... a ... virgin !"

The blacks laughed ...

"And tell us again,"Watkins asked."how recently was that child ?"

"Just ... today ..."Sarah gasped ... sucking on Watkins cock while the prick in her pussy pushed deeper and deeper ... harder and faster ...

"And ... when were you gon na get married ?"

"THIS ..."Sarah screamed during another invasive thrust ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The lightlessness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your groom-to-be ?"The nameless studhorse asked."William Tell me ... how long has that miserable dumb whiteboy been waiting to love THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA tool ?

"Four ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating white slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the Black demanded.

"foursome ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

"And how long after we met you did it take us for US to get our big black pecker in you ? Four MINUTES ?"

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the pitch blackness in the dark glasses increased the stride of his driving force."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

"So distinguish me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the wait ?"The Black laughed again ...

As the blacks laughed at their own joke query, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling wow of coming. She had waited 24 age to kick in herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four years to be that man. Just about six calendar month before the big day ... she gave it up to two black-market men in barely four minutes !

"YES ! ! ! IT WAS WORTH IT ! ! I'm gladiolus I saved myself ! .... FOR YOU ! ! AND YOUR BIG BLACK tool ! !"

"Then tell us slut !"The black pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to take your virginity calendar month before your wedding ceremony !"

"Aww yeah ... say it again baby !"Watkins told her.

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black pecker bottomed-out in her cervix ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a Virgo the Virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty ... five old age ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... sinister ... shaft ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... virgin ... before ... your ... big ... black ... cocks !"

"LOUDER bitch !"the black screw her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that poop ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the sexy idea she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG Black person COCKS ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless pitch-dark stud fucked her snatch, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and teat. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first stocky cat valium of Watkins'hot cum blasted her fairly white case. She was still screaming it through cum-covered back talk when she felt the nameless stud's cock shooting its hot, potent come into her no-longer vestal white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two scantling filled her in on a few details of what they wanted to do for the audience broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their architectural plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"avail us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more black pecker ... starting tonight !"

"I'm in !"Sarah smiled weakly, her face smeared with cum.

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some booster to avail us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sweet tweed pussy. You might want to cleanse this room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some wearing apparel on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on imperfect peg and surveyed the Chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling fount. She thought about how Becky was so desperate to contact the Shirley Temple Phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the succeeding night. Then she thought about what would chance to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that idea turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio apartment security measure wasn't allowing VIP passes that night, they didn't want anything to gamble disrupting the programme. Sarah dared not do anything to jeopardize her new friends'architectural plan, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sis.

Sarah picked up her earpiece, laying on the floor with the liquidator off place of origin and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the pedigree was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a speech sound number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to leave a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sister. Look, I just wanted to apologise. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her mind ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a Virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a issue of hours."I met with some example from that rap mathematical group you like. I learned a lot about Shirley Temple Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too close for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make indisputable you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit card numeral so that you can guild it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a consequence thirster. She really wanted to do in force for her sister. She wanted to get her some pitch-black cock."Becky ... make for certain you keep your headphone on you that nighttime. Maybe I can put something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on planet, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rare that he ever got habitation before Jessica these twenty-four hours, so he wanted to choose advantage of the fourth dimension alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a little pillage teasing for him, slowly taking off her business sector garb and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the nerve and giving his gumshoe a conciliate squeeze. Soft and limp.

"I want you so badly…"she whispered in his ear, squeezing again. It stayed balmy, no answer.

"I'm sorry…"he-goat muttered, turning away, humiliated, ineffectual to look his beautiful wife.

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to veil her defeat."We'll get through this. She threw on a casual shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't piece of work on her disintegrating sex life and matrimony, she could mould on her consultation questions and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of moment and third lines of questioning. She thought of different room of phrasing her interrogation, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the medicine television. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the caterpillar tread that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those rails and watch their videos later, thus saving a little time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unneeded ‘ grime ’. It was close-fitting to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into calculator and plugged in a couplet of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the language. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit material, she'd read some lyric poem from some of the Song, but hadn't procured a transcript of the wax textile until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music TV. Every single birdsong on the record album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a assemblage of bad words though. The songs on"Only Natural"described detail enactment of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about smuggled men having sex with Edward White fair sex, all kinds of lily-white women ; younger, former, bingle, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner distinction. The group contended that all of the Song dynasty on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly floor claim, considering the fib told in some of the birdcall, particularly the some of the story that the songs told.

This first strain was called"Size Energy Department subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's rightful, size of it Energy Department MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of sinister men and abnormally boastfully phallus. The song underscored the hale philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every racecourse on the CD was about mixed sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the protraction of a nonsensical myth.

"Reparations"was about a opprobrious account project in a college class, where white educatee had to turn ‘ striver'for pitch-dark scholarly person for two weeks. The egg white female person students end up becoming sex slaves for disastrous men, while the whitened Male students were forced to watch. At inaugural, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously strong-growing and antiblack, but the steep fib continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a glorious political caustic remark about wash relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black residential district. Maybe these rapper weren't just untalented shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous tale the Song told, the explicit lyric poem slowly started to spring up on her. Many of more the birdcall seemed to be tongue in impertinence. Jessica decided that the call must intended as some kind of racial sarcasm, and that the ‘ true story'claims were just division of the act, made to mother controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the songs were so outrageous.

"honey, I'm Home"told the story of a Edward White man who comes home early, only to find his married woman in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the prejudice fears that white people have of life in the same neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban high School that has to correct to an influx of African-American educatee when an privileged city shoal closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of symmetry ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white schoolhouse. The song goes on to line how the black male person seniors seduce all the white little girl and the hot bloodless teacher. Jessica again saw this song as an exploitation of racialist fears and societal comment on White River flight from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the tale of a White River man vying for a promotion. He invites his black hirer menage for home-cooked bon vivant dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy flannel wife, he tells the couplet that he'll contribute her married man the promotional material, if she lets him roll in the hay her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the bloodless married woman on the dinner board, not bothering to eat any of the food or exculpate the board first. The next week, the foreman gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the white married woman also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this birdcall as a mocking bill of indictment of those who wanted to discontinue approving action.

"sprightliness Stick"was about a white college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory splurge for the black hoops team. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school day's team ! Jessica had never liked athletic supporter and air-headed cheerleaders in high school day and college. Jessica was unsure what the vocal was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the theme of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical language to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite unspoilt. The backbreaking bass rhythms were strong and coursed through her body, making her lack to dance, or at least relocation with the music. Jessica burned the remaining Sung dynasty to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the way.

Jessica let the steady, relentless musical rhythm overtake her, and began to trip the light fantastic as the euphony continued. It had been a long prison term since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little stirred. The lyric still played through the euphony, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing freshwater bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a conscious level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the basso coursing through her eubstance. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the Sung began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the medicine that she missed the fact that the following song was featured as one of her music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Sir Henry Joseph Wood Pile '', the next track, was an even more humourous Song dynasty than the former ones. Using music samples from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My sister ”, It told the story about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first-class honours degree shaver. When the child is born, its black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a blackamoor man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an airplane flight that turned into an interracial orgy.

"love John"was about a white girl writing a break-up alphabetic character to her high-school honeyed heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot T. H. White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young white wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a smuggled lover !

"The tow truck"is about a menage on vacation when their car jailbreak down. A black tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the female parent and teenage girl, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the dilapidated car.

"Soccer Mom"was about a Elwyn Brooks White woman who finds herself compelled to think about her high-school-soccer performing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college female child who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's social function with a black man. The black man moves into the house and has to avow his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her beginner for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a inkiness drifter who is taken in by a sound Christian conservative family, and how within a week he seduced both of the household's Twin Falls daughters. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both young woman at once, the father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the championship cartroad,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the euphony so much that she failed to comment that this song was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to vamoose it. The song underscored the philosophy of black male sexual transcendence and authorization, from the angle of ‘ natural selection ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ rude'rightfield to breed any charwoman they wanted. The Song contended that deep down, every cleaning woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially blanched women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the live on data track, Jessica was sweating, and her stallion body was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually denotative lyric of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billy goat, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the door to her office and went to her bedroom. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the social movement of his pants… nix. She gently bit his earlobe. truncheon muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back weeping. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her part, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video recording on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White wedding ceremony, Blacked Brigid ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the medicine videos into her computing machine. Not wanting to wake Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to watch the video. Within seconds, the heavy buffeting of the basso coursed through her organic structure, again igniting a fervor that no dusty cascade was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eye locked onto the screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"Edward Douglas White Jr. Wedding, Blacked Brides"medicine video recording seemed to be a series of vignettes about brides ditching their bridegroom on their marriage day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's Wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass part beat, and a female person Greek chorus chiming the Holy Scripture"I Do"repeatedly.

The scuttle setting showed the rappers standing on a phase similar to those one would see in a strip club, fill in with provocative exotic dancers. The background were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church Windows. The terpsichorean were all untried T. H. White woman, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a bridal motive. All the girls were supple, with full knocker and long, sheeny hair. Each girl wore a bridal embryonic membrane of some sort, whitened high-heels, and some lean Andrew Dickson White lingerie. One young lady, a blonde, was wearing a lacing bustier and panties. Another girl, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, blanched satin gloves. A third little girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong panties, with a garter belt and fishing net stockings. The other female child in the screen background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper magnetic pole', like to those view in slip clubhouse. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished John Brown celestial pole, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' desist. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue optic directly into the camera and sang the lyrics `` I Do ... I Do black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make notes about the lyric poem. But as the Song continued, it became plain that this video, unlike the others, had almost no words. The music was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only language came from the female chorus. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do total darkness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The screen door cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her bridegroom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the photographic camera stab showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the Best man… a handsome, bald, black man ... obviously portrayed by one of the knocker. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The stud runs his natural language over his lips slowly, the Saint Bridget nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her fragrancy.

The scene changes to the cheery exterior of the church building as the bride and groom emerge to a rain shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding guests. They rush to the limousine, where the groom gallantly opens the doorway for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the Curb. A with child nigrify script reaches out, and closes the door. The stableboy and the wedding guests stand, stunned, on the church service whole tone, as the limo speeds away with the new bride. The usual"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a foretoken that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a airless up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The photographic camera pulls back to expose the beautiful bride on her genu, between B-Love 's bare black pegleg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her chief bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde plait and velum bounce gently with her movements. Her principal bobs are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shake went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that prospect. She wanted to be offended by such a conspicuous contempt of the establishment and otherworldliness of man and wife. Instead, the face of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the covert, and the steadily pulse of the bass voice that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the consequence on the screen door, she'd stopped taking eminence. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one deal under her desk, and between her ramification, resting her hand on her groin.

The chorus began again, and the aspect shifted back to the 'stripper'background. This sentence it ended on a skinny up different dancer, the redhead. Like the blond, she looks directly into the camera, unflinching, and mouths the Christian Bible `` I Do Black Men, And Only Joseph Black Men ''.

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This clip, the setting is a gravid and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a dissimilar wedding, with a different bridegroom, and this time the bride is the Melanerpes erythrocephalus. We see the bride and groom in the receipt line of work, greeting their Guest. A declamatory dark man comes up to the Saint Brigid and grinning seductively, taking her hand and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his tumid black hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in stupor momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his hand on his married woman's shoulder and endeavor to take out her away ... but she slaps his deal, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the opprobrious man, still kissing the bride, grabs the married man's cheek and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the story. Then, as all the guests stare in shock, the Negro stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his full shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the bouquet and a look around confused ... then sees another blacken stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her manus, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her pitch-black stud ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the conniption cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Bride, mouthing the words `` I Do lightlessness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her fingers snake down the front of her morass ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the medicine. It was such a innate answer, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more excited as she watched the future vignette begin ...

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This vignette shows this pretty Theodore Harold White bride dancing with her groom. A shameful stud walks up behind the hostler, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder joint and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic with the St. Brigid. The groom seems to object at first, but the St. Bride smiles at the stud poker, and gently pushes the groom away. The blackened macho-man pulls her finis for the dance, we see her eyes widen and coup d'oeil down ... we see the Black scantling smile ... There is another cut, this time to a all-inclusive shot of the dance story, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his St. Brigid, who does not seem to be anywhere on the terpsichore floor. The television camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a near up of the threshold. There we see the beautiful Bride, pinned against the wall, her huge albumen skirt hitched up around her shank, while the Black stud thrusting against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clip with the euphony. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throw of passion, so enthral with the video that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her fount was gush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her twat while watching the military action unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed abstruse and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her optic even managed to persist undetermined and focus on the military action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the side by side ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful Edward White St. Bridget ditches her white hostler for some black stud.

We see a White bride and bridegroom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The stableman lovingly feeds his Saint Bridget a bite of patty. There is a blackness waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the Elwyn Brooks White frosting off her hostler's finger. Then she holds up a spell of cake for the groom. As he tries to prick his cake, she shoves it into his fount. While the stableboy is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the lightlessness waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the black kitchen staff stare at the span hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive albumen clothes lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen level. The camera pans up to show the Brigid lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed cytosmear of white-hot bar frosting. She writhes in rapture as respective dyad of large black hands smear more cake frosting all over her milklike white tegument. The camera circles the table as a great, half-naked fatal men surround the writhing white bride and lead off licking the frosting off her nude torso. The photographic camera stops between the Bridget's peg ... but the survey of her pussy is blocked by a bleak man's bald-pated top dog ! She rests her white hand, with its shining wedding hoop, on the black man's barefaced oral sex !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet board with her groom. The groom is talking to his well man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new Bridget. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the St. Bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The Saint Brigid's center widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her husband, the St. Bridget gets up and follows her St. Brigid's maid out of the elbow room, down the residence, to a fertilization room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smile and spell to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink apparel. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the mesa ... he looks down the Charles Francis Hall ... briefly making eye tangency. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the elbow room, slamming the door behind her ! The television camera shows various quick cut of script ( bleak men's hands and white women's custody ) ripping the white robe from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a Brigid adjusting her embryonic membrane in front of a mirror. The threshold of her grooming room opens. She turns to see a fine-looking black janitor entering the way, apparently thinking it was hollow. Seeing the Saint Bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a second, smiling at the lovely Edward White miss. An enormous extrusion rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the bride's centre widen and she smiles and flush. The janitor, seeing her response, smiles too, and shuts the door of the dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding company in the front end of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremonial occasion. A beautiful char, presumably the bride's mother, walks to the changing room to get her girl. She knocks on the doorway ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful ashen daughter on her genu ( back to the camera ) kneeling in battlefront of a black man in her to the full espousal robe ! The female parent stares for a moment, before another pitch-dark man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next sketch featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the threshold of her honeymoon suite. The hostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grinning ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to fill a rain shower first off. The Saint Bridget wry face, while the groom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome smutty man, with a complimentary bottleful of champagne. The bride grinning and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The Bride indicates the bathroom. The black stud poker looks at the closed can door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The photographic camera pans up the bride 's physical structure, ending on her beautiful nerve ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her low-spirited lip and shuffling her infantry under her dress.

The adjacent shot was made from a suspiciously low slant, showing the bridegroom coming out of the john, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw driblet. The camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the ground. In the foreground, on either incline of the screenland, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the Black person man rises from between the female child 's legs, blocking our view of the groom. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg saltation, and the cadence of the freshwater bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is naked his muscular black body shines with sweat. He takes a gulp of Champagne-Ardenne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Saint Bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the medicine 's beat. The bride's lily white hands run up over his pectus, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into action, out of the photographic camera shot. The stableman is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

caustic remark can be a sickening thing.

'' JESS ? MY GOD ! ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ``

Jessica McFarland 's optic bolted open, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her panties ... and found herself looking at a garbled, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the shadow hallway, just beyond the open room access of Jessica's place, his center glancing from his married woman to the screen of her computing device, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary ostler in the honeymoon rooms.

'' Honey ... I 'm grim ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her mute panties.

'' I was ! But I woke up, hearing you moaning out here, like a squawk in hotness ... ''

That comment alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that subject, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until nightstick walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering culmination. baton's unexpected arrival had prevented that, though. Her snatch still tingled…begging for attention, but at that moment, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too embarrassed.

billy club continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' he-goat cried ... the room was n't very illumination, but Jess swore she could give out tears on baton 's face. `` I ca n't consider it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

'' Baby, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her husband to understand ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't mean for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't control it ... Besides, it's not a big spate ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was Billy 's integral problem. The black men at work were treating him like crap ... now he found his wife masturbating to the ikon of mesomorphic blacken men and blanched women in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist terminology, but he could n't aid himself.

'' Billy ! '' Jessica scolded, `` that is completely uncalled for ! What 's gotten into you ? '' She was starting to get furious. This was a side of nightstick that she really did n't like.

'' I 'll differentiate you what 's gotten into me, '' he-goat cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a gang of God-damned nigger ! ``

'' THAT 'S adequate ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm be sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... begging ! You turned away, both time ! HOW DARE YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't have to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the speech left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could learn them back, but she could n't, it was too former. Billy 's eyes widened with angriness ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the sleeping accommodation, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The fully realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt sick to her tum. Her lastly comments left her take with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The television had ended. She had no mind what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other medicine videos she wanted to refresh, but after the scrap with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the sleeping room with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As much as she wanted to sort things out with Billy, tomorrow nighttime was the big consultation, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to log Z's on the sofa in her home base role. She grabbed a mantle from the linen closet and a feeding bottle of water supply before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her heart, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her sap thinker. Her married couple had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been confidant with her husband in month, but now she was n't even able to catch some Z's side by side to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this meter ? Was that why he could n't spill the beans to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so focused on her career lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to concentrate on her personal biography after the next night 's consultation with Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to catch some Z's. She resolved that matter would deepen ... after she got through the consultation. Yes ... after the audience, things would be unlike !

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the altar ...

The Saint Bride stood in her dressing elbow room, adjusting her veil in the with child standing mirror ...

The inglorious man stepped into the frame of her manifestation. He was improbable and powerful ; he placed a large jet black paw on the Saint Bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The guest'heads turned too watch the Bridget 's approach.

The Saint Bridget watches in the mirror as two with child black hired man roofy from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. White bone and drop fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the trading floor ...

The bootleg man 's hands slide over the newly exposed White person belly of the Bride ... and over her full white-hot breasts.

The bridegroom taps his foot, raises his hand up and looks at his watch.

The guests turn to each early, there are murmur vowel of confusion.

The bride watches as the shameful man 's work force move over her breasts pinching and teasing her stiffening pink nipples, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the case of Jessica McFarland.

The hostler turns towards the spine of the Christian church ... screaming ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's Billy ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full White person boob heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a ambition ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better subscribe to a cold shower and get to work and machinate for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the frigid weewee up high gear. For some intellect her skin felt like it was on flaming. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of intimate latent hostility. This was the same sexual tensity that had been building up through weeks and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous eve, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the Lapplander sexual tension that had led her to scream at Billy…and give her that dread nightmare. How could she jerk off while watching that telecasting ? How could she stargaze about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to remind herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own frightful word kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful thing to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her geological fault. He must have felt neglected by her recent career nidus, or maybe threatened by her Holocene epoch success. But in any subject, she was going to fix it !

As the cold water cascaded over her perfect white body, Jessica planned her eventide. After the consultation, they would go out for a courteous, quiet, amorous dinner party, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would impart billy a gracious massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate making love. To make certain it would n't fail, she 'd start off by giving him unwritten sex. oral exam sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the idea of taking a member in her mouth to be glaring.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got domicile, she could shed her clothing right in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of Negro satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a coordinated garter belt, and a duet of Joseph Black thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The disastrous lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hip joint creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round T. H. White ass exposed with the thong back. The garter complimented the bra and step-in set, and the thigh-high disastrous hosiery gave the erotism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black annulus and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's interview and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the prison term Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those awful things ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very deleterious to him last Night, but she always had such a sweet phonation. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same clock time.

'' I 'm good-for-nothing too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoe, once again, unable to look his wife in the optic, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his chin in her hand and raised his face so that he was forced to relieve oneself eye striking. `` I think I understand why you 've been so worried lately. ``

'' You do ? '' billy club was surprised. How did she figure out what the problem was ?

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know affair have been difficult since I started work at KNEN, and I 'm good-for-naught. I 've had this big consultation coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' he-goat felt his stock first to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrongfulness thing to say. Her guilt feelings over the premature night took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so practically of her attention lately, but then for him to capture her masturbating to one of their picture ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the hypothesis of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them intimidate her, but she thought she had better warn he-goat.

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to consultation those thugs tonight in the studio ... and ... Well, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something singular. ``

billystick stared at Jessica. She continued speaking before he could respond.

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory timbre, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... zippo dangerous, but something you might not like. The net really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might hold to go along with it, for the interest of the show. ``

'' Maybe I should be there, '' Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, `` you know ... for moral bread and butter. ``

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In spitefulness of the awful things she 'd said to him the Nox before, he still wanted to afford her his beloved and reinforcement.

'' Oh billy club, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you make out by the studio tonight ! I 'd wish that. That would be perfect ! ``

'' perfect ? '' Billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you imply ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's shoulders. `` I know affair have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some mental confusion about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something extra for you tonight ! ``

'' Really ? '' Billy smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

'' I ca n't say you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my philia lie ! You're going to see a whole new side of meat of me. I promise ! ``

With that, she kissed him on the nerve, and was out the door.


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a promptly meeting with her producer and went over the program for that evening's appearance. It was established that Jessica would submit a trivial background info on the group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the audience with Black Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the pickle with Billy the premature evening she hadn't been capable to learn all the television. Seeing the videos before the audience would contribute her the chance to prepare to a greater extent questions. The lonesome real problem Jessica now had was that her supporter didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a burnished smile and a coffee, water, or succus. This was not the vitrine today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like almost of the crew, Sarah was usually queasy on broadcast solar day, but today she seemed risky. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her give-and-take with Sarah the premature day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might take out in the studio. Sarah was no dubiousness extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. Still, there was something else strange that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very hackneyed and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Saami clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor people young woman not slept ? When they had a few mo, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a hand on her assistant's berm,"You seem out of sorts today."

"Sorry Jessica,"Sarah smiled weakly, and maybe a little nervously,"I don't know what you mean…"

"wellspring,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were later getting in this cockcrow, and you seem a niggling distracted today. Are you sure enough you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same clothes you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough Nox death night. Up kind of late… you know…"

"Before a studio session day ! ?"Jessica was surprised. Sarah knew better than that. Everybody had to lock at one hundred ten percent on broadcast days.

"Well, I was helping Black phallus test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled debile"We were getting busy to the highest degree of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the night, getting things fix !"

"Oh, of trend, Sarah, I'm so disconsolate, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boys from engineering to aid out."

"Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all nighttime ... I ended up sleeping here in my office."Sarah smiled.

"So, things went well then ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue eyes,"it went a lot intimately than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a entirely new obedience for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a great deal Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own delectation of the euphony, but would never have believed her cautious, coy offspring assistant would feature been able to look past the surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any regard for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would aim a long clock time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the lights, so you'd considerably get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's endure input was made as she steered Jessica towards the fertilisation room and thrust a newly weewee bottleful into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to reveal the mystery, she simply didn't have the time. Sarah was aright, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The truth would suffer to wait until another day.

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Within the time of day, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engine driver busied themselves around her. After Black penis's lighting predilection had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to trump Christ Within Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain feature. As she sat under the changing studio apartment lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the Christ Within were red-hot than pattern. Certainly, studio inflammation always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottleful after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the piss was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense intimate arousal in fair sex, with some liquid"e"transport mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of water supply,"Does it seem warm in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of course it is. It's probably just the lights."She smiled weakly at Jessica, and tried desperately to ward off eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to discount her assistant's strange conduct,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the flooring manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

"Actually, I think that is intentional,"Sarah retorted quickly,"I mean, it was requested by lightlessness genus Phallus, you know, one of the conditions they had about doing you…your appearance ... the show, was that they wanted the studio surroundings to be controlled, set to their specifications."

"Really ?"Jessica raised an supercilium and took a swig from her piddle bottle."I can understand lighting and audio, and even photographic camera oeuvre, but the temperature ? Those blackness Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's flow bottle,"I learned that utmost dark. They like to withdraw complete control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a bass breathing spell as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How a lot longer ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another feeding bottle."Not lots foresighted now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til circularize fourth dimension. The guys from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

Jessica had forgotten about the webcast. While the show was being recorded, it would be airing live on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not much time then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to meet them before the interview."

"Umm… yes, they're here, but they're in shuffling up."Sarah replied.

"good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go live tonight with nothing to show the public !"

"Oh, I'm sure that won't be a problem !"Sarah smiled.

"Is make-up very officious ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby monitor."I think I need a nimble touch up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't call back our watcher are going to mind a shiny font !"Jessica shot her assistant a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up someone right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to strangle a laugh.

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There was a sense of peachy anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tensity in the studio's atmosphere got higher and gamey. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than normal for one of her interviews. For one thing, Billy still had n't arrived in the studio, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the program started, otherwise security system might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's nervous free energy and countless nursing bottle of water resulted in a much needed john break. She returned from her break proceedings before the broadcast, and the tensity of the studio was even stronger than before she'd leftfield. The atm was justified. Not only were they going on populate television set tonight, but there was to be a exist web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the human beings ! Then there was the opening of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Black phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored audience segment to arrange some kind of provocative promotional material stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the meshing would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a sense of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The Whole Truth"tidings program shared. That shared jumpiness was demonstrated when the makeup girl spilled a bottle of nucleotide make-up down the front of Jessica's pitch blackness blazer… with bare minutes to air time !

The girl was very apologetic,"I'm so drab Ms. McFarland ... somebody bumped into me and I lost my clutch on the bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a inglorious crewmember base on balls by just as Calluna vulgaris was opening the makeup bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her ignominious top by the officious paw of a press artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the melanise blazer that Jessica had worn that eventide was a close jacket crown with a very mellow neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not careworn one ! Jessica's sexy contraband"Hidden water closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eye in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the bunch, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling event that she did not want to go through right before an interview.

"Army of the Righteous hustle people, we've got 3 moment to air !"A vox buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The press girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffle up young woman finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's grimace and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognisant that the make up girl was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and press girl were gone.

"One minute masses !"The film director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new crownwork ! The cap was a brilliant royal blue gloss, with a black catch, but no lapels. There was also a black radiation diagram going up the slope, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass soma. The problem was that the jacket crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six in blanket, and ending in the midsection of Jessica's chest. The clothes designer cap would cause looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's milky white titty, and even a bit of her dim demi-bra's center ! The press girl had given her the haywire variety of jacket crown !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different jacket ! Quick ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could detect !

"I've got a spare cap in my office"Jessica offered,"if you could broadcast somebody ..."

"No time !"the film director called over the microphone,"don't trouble, you look great ! We're live in five… four… three… two…Cue music !"


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Backstage, in the Green room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the lobby from the studio, billy goat McFarland sat in a large overstuff hot seat and anxiously waited for his wife's news political program to begin. The room was princely ... with diffuse lighting, full-bodied furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary collation and drink in bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masquerade. One paries featured a built-in plasma high-definition television monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In maliciousness of the opulent surroundings, truncheon was highly agitated.

He'd arrived belated, been hassled by security measure downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday good afternoon surety crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some Negro nightclub. In any grammatical case, these guy insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the beefy black officers shrugged, handing Billy his wit,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

"What ?"Billy replied,"There must be some mistake. Try it again, I work here !"

The guard swiped the card through the reader again… looked at his information processing system screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These Guy claimed to have problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These nigrify illegitimate child were giving him trouble because he was a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy."I don't have prison term for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The second black guard stepped in strawman of nightstick, blocking his itinerary. Billy couldn't avail but back away in fear of the jumbo, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took 20 bit to ‘ verify Billy's identity'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As billystick pushed past the beefy black guards, he shouted that that his married woman was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to throw them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that baton expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

billy was getting into the lift when the sentry duty shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."BITCH, A mulct charwoman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a cheek ... billy club choked on his rage as the elevator threshold closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday dawning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the clock time billy club got to the storey where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio apartment security department, another yoke of black bodybuilder bouncer case, refused to allow him into the studio apartment, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, truncheon was escorted to the greenish room and told to view the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the display to set forth. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the interview on television !

Becky had called her babe Sarah a couple of years earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio that night and actually encounter the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not conquer to for Becky to even mind to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ grime ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her babe would not soften. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computer with some of their admirer, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't set aside her to slumber over at a protagonist's house on a schooltime night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The succeeding morning, after Becky had abandoned all Hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her mobile phone telephone. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card telephone number so that Becky could ordination the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be home that night so she had the whole theatre ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week church building meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able-bodied to watch the consultation with Black Phallus, her favorite medicine group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The new redhead's small white handwriting were trembling with so practically excitement and catch that she could barely dial the phone identification number for the pay-per-view Service. A feeling of prickly high temperature tingled through the white teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her sis's mention add-in information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living elbow room lounge, all alone in her house, watching the television intently, as the chess opening title of"The unit Truth"played on the cover and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"Good evening, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The Whole Truth !"Jessica intoned in her professional demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's narrative, briefly wincing as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the monitor lizard. The inside half of each of her full, milky flannel breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a dear call young woman, so some sort of porno-film version of herself. She tried to brush off her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Shirley Temple Phallus ’, America's most controversial, and most popular, hole-and-corner rap grouping. Their world-class album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million transcript in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their medicine is heard in night clubs and teen'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely condense on the words scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio lighter on her bare chest was a incessant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on display for the camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's thought of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio set, or television system, and banned from some record memory board'shelf ! The cause for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the grouping is simply too abhorrent to be broadcast. Black genus Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their video recording have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network functionary have gone so far as to tag the video as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another coup d'oeil of herself in a studio Monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to veil the cleavage that her cap was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arm around attempting to notice a more low airs, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional office and translate the teleprompter at the same metre.

"Black member claims that the use of such extreme point message in their music is meant to extract their deeply-held political philosophy about pop ideas and social values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial material is artistically justified exemption of expression. They point out other so-called ‘ explicit'birdsong that are given tuner and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaints. The mathematical group claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white the States that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will study just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her attempts to compensate herself in front line of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to go rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her TV presentation and fateful for her audience. She abandoned her attempts to find a more coy tv camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racialist institution ? Are they simply vulgar pornographer ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first gear, we're going to depict you the television that the music video distribution channel won't. All this, and more, after a brief intermission, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a little as she read those last line of merchandise off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the picture were going to be shown that night ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video recording the previous night ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other dark ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a little ... and her milky white breast were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the feeding bottle of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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nightstick sat stunned during the commercial message break. What the Scheol were they making his Jessica wear ? Her tit were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she gibe to wear such a matter ?

He walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her body a little on boob tube ... then after the broadcast she'd wear that minuscule outfit to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

That was why he wasn't capable to get into the studio apartment ! He was being intentionally delayed so the outfit would be a surprise !

That must be the reason. billystick sat back to watch the quietus of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

billy tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the brief break, Sarah Davenport quickly rushed on-set to put four more bottles of ice-cold water under Jessica's desk.

Seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my office. I can't uphold a political platform looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful white cleavage that her jacket exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful whitened segmentation and bit her lip nervously."Of row Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The young beauty stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but remark the unusually anxious behavior her normally quiet and collected helper was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her Andrew D. White lacing bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her assistant,"You've got some buttons out of place. The speed three are undone, and the midriff one is out of sync with the clit holes."

"Oh ! Oops !"Sarah quickly reached up to fix her push ... and that's when Jessica noticed something really unusual.

"Sarah !"Jessica exclaimed,"where is your engagement ring ?"

Sarah hesitated for a import, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative youthful cleaning woman left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her T. H. White lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

"What ? ... oh ... uh ..."Sarah finally answered,"Oh, I just left it at habitation this sunrise. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you indisputable everything is all right ?"Jessica asked quietly.

"Yeah.."Sarah answered, sweating now."Yeah, I'm fine, why ?"

"I don't know ..."Jessica smiled."It's just that sooner ... you told me that you spent the night here in your office, and just now you said you left your ring at home ..."

Sarah's eyes widened, and she briefly bit her lip."Oh ... oh ..."she giggled,"I'm sorry, did I say at home, I meant in my office. I left my tintinnabulation in my office."

Jessica continued,"... but ..."

Sarah hesitated again ..."aspect ... we'll have to verbalise about this after the show ... there isn't prison term to go into it now."Sarah fled the set before Jessica could respond.

"Why is the young lady so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to inquire for very long, because the director's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's train of thought.

"... spine IN Phoebe, four, trey, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

Jessica finished her bottle of body of water, smiled brightly, and turned to the tv camera, as run-in lit up on the teleprompter.


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the row that music video network administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air music TV created by the euphony group"total darkness Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the TV can not air on on a regular basis broadcast television receiver. The conclusion has resulted in preventing all of those music television from ever airing on idiot box ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focalize on the teleprompter and discount the figure of herself on the studio apartment monitor lizard. Her chest of drawers was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to glint with perspiration. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole true statement, are able-bodied to present these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the textile you see this evening will be shown in its integrality. a great deal of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offence. After these videos are aired tonight, arrest tuned for an scoop interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their telecasting, and their unusual philosophy about companionship, civilisation, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally face up these outrageous black rappers. How would she possibly be able-bodied to conduct such an interview wearing a crownwork that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in stunning, sexually expressed lyrics about white women. What horrible input might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The number 1 euphony video that"The unit accuracy"will usher you tonight vexation blackamoor penis's panorama on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and picture footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit textile is vitally requirement to underscore the stage that they are trying to make about what they call,"abnormal ethnical value ”. Critics claim that the music telecasting, like the medicine itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this stage, her creative thinker wandering to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and snitch flavour on her husband's face.

And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Joseph Black penis's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air !

"White marriage, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to observe a professional demeanor, but couldn't supporter but shiver as the Song dynasty's complete title left her mouth. She could even sense a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eventide when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the first step of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to cut. The stopping point time she'd seen this telecasting she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow masses to conceive that inkiness Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but placard that several pairs of eye in the studio were glued to the monitor concealment as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio apartment, trying to find something to perturb her from the video playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the weewee, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking pitch-dark contour of Tom Watkins ... director of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stage Christ Within are at the mount I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young adult female's breasts and kneading them roughly through the sleek fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her hands over Tom herculean chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a mitt down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous rock backbreaking bulge in his trousers.

"Say it Sarah !"Watkins commanded,"don't imply. Say it !"

"You said you'd fuck me !"Sarah whimpered ..."You said you'd fuck me with your BIG black pecker like you did last night !"

"Of class I will Sarah, but you know what you have to do to get us started !"Tom smiled.

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the black man's bosom, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the clit of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm white meat, encased in their livid lacy bra. Sarah's soft white pelt was covered with pimple ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a magnanimous black-market hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her fully business firm boob, and heavy nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating activeness ... her knee buckled, and she fell to the dry land, face to case with Tom's breakwater. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black cock, nuzzling Tom's groyne, inhaling his manly scent ... a olfactory property laced with the EI enhanced X serum hormone !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have much time. You have to be ready for your division of the appearance tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her nimble white fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white hired hand, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating brown heart, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Negroid phallus TV."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television receiver, let alone expose my wife to it, and defecate her do a narrative about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will beget for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would savor this shit ?"

But billy knew who would bask this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the same video he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to recall of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch over this scraps !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy white brides and black macho-man in dissimilar erotic scenarios on her TV sieve. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"picture were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The thought of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video showed new snowy brides ditching their stableman on their wedding day and giving themselves to fatal men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video recording that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Cy Young redhead dropped a hired man to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her conform to tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her manus up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white corporation, never taking her centre from the action.

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By the metre the video recording ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitoring device nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the picture, but its pull was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a unassailable effect on her as it had the former night.

All the Saame, she was grateful that the video ended when it did.

She turned her attention back to the photographic camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the TV ended.

"As you can see, the video is certainly provocative, and there is ground for disputation, but that's not the sole video we have for you tonight, and others are every bit as controversial. See the next picture, after these messages from our sponsor."

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"Every bit as controversial ?"billy goat didn't like the auditory sensation of that. The offset TV had been a disgusting rebuff against the institution of marriage. The lyrics were explicit, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to think how the next video could be worse ... he-goat was even more discommode by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filth would be sitting column inch from his beautiful, well-informed wife in a topic of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the next two videos they were going to show ... videos that she hadn't yet seen."Every bit as controversial"the teleprompter said ... that had her worried. What if ... what if it turned her on ... like the first one had done ? She was also worried about the interview ... could she stay professional ?

Jessica's string of thought was rudely interrupted by her constitution girl's smiling face and busy hands."amnesty me Mrs McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a picayune shiny."

Scots heather Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperienced, she was very eagre to please. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her sire. She was quite Henry Sweet, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor lizard ... she looked a short shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the lady friend to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's aspect with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft powderpuff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn jacket ! She could here the quiet down masculine part of the stagehands and cameramen. She could palpate their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real boot from watching the pretty untried make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the Danton True Young composition girl,"Was that really essential ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the make-up girl grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is skin ... and you were too shiny."

"Just tell Sarah to rush with that crownwork please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chuckles from some of the men in the studio. How could she have allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

"I'll see if I can retrieve her."the make-up little girl responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The chagrin of unfaithfulness, and familial evidence of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the field of the next"Shirley Temple Black Phallus"video recording. Again, we need to cue you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer free will is advised. And now,"The Whole Truth"presents Black penis's video,"Nigga in the Mrs. Henry Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word of honor on her program, but"Black penis"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the eve's programme could be censored. The requirement had been honored by KNEN. But the give-and-take were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would suit publicly aroused by the video recording's contents. But no matter how very much she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the picture yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the video's stars and producers in the next character of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as petroleum as the old picture, this song and video seemed gear towards humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video recording opens with a vista in a hospital delivery elbow room. We hear the nervous strain of the corny love song"Your having my infant ”. We see a blanched yuppie husband with a telecasting camera, taping his wife in the delivery way, as she's about to throw birth. In venom of the outgrowth of livery, the married woman seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the Doctor of the Church,"I see the capitulum !"

The yuppie holds his wife's bridge player in one hired man, and the television camera in the other"Here he comes honey !"

We see from the view of the camera ... the oral sex of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the wife's outspread legs spread encompassing, a cloth draped covering her groin, and the physician leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to trifle ... a robust narrator booms"congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"spade IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious spokesperson interrupts just as the medico pulls the baby up into view, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave nativity to her infant boy,
but something looks a little amiss,
His pelt 's a petty too dark-skinned to be considered T. H. White,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his dick ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but Brown University and deep
That arm he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR family tree !

Looks like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been LE than true
nigra IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to say the story of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback scenery ’. The rapper sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at study.

There is a fit of hubby leaving for work in the forenoon ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a unfermented, innocent, Marcia James Buchanan Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their pin-up suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a bringing motortruck pulls up to the home.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"breakthrough out what Big brownness bundle can do for you !"The livery man, one of the muscular Shirley Temple Black stud poker from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a declamatory box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist stage, indicating that the wife needs to sign for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her robe falls afford slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense excrescence growing in the delivery man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownness eyes. Before the wife can dissent, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the firm, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front man door of the household. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a wheel at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's smiling.

The shot cuts to a last up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal frame. The figure is shaking ... as is the all nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The shot widens to designate the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful administration bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's radiocarpal joint are tied to the face bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief finis up of her aspect, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the dark delivery man, in consistent, shirt hindquarters covering his ass and the wife's long White legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom windowpane, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too alright to be solitary
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a corking Big Black… MAN ?

She wants to be loyal
She wants to be true
But we ai n't gon na let that encounter !

She 's got a deep dark need
We got potent nigga seed
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The following shot we see is another shot of hubby leaving for work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lip. She stands in the doorway waving good-bye.
Just after married man leave-taking, the muscular, lightlessness paperboy rides up the household's front sidewalk and pulls a newsprint from his pack. He acts like he's going to handwriting it to the wife, but drops it before she can film it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her gown up. He shakes his head teacher, then flips spread his cubicle headphone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video recording he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his grimace, shaking her fountainhead. He continues smiling, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the theme boy's chemise of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch steps, and then a slam of his cycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the front door slamming. Cut to the inside of the house. The blackened stud stand in the entryway of the theater, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee joint, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the behind of the gibe ending just below her waistline, and drops her robe, revealing her nude painting organic structure to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the chamber, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the Shirley Temple teen fucks her ass. Again, the barb is arranged so that little literal nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see husband leaving for work once again ... with wifey bandstand in the doorway in her gown. hubby leans forward to buss his married woman on the lips, but she turns away, and he lands one on her impertinence instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk bottles. Again, it's one of the whale black rappers from"Black Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the milk bottle from the crateful, licking her mouth hungrily. The black milk man stares at her lip and smile. The Milk River man shoves the wife into her sign. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the soil and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white milk splashing everywhere. The doorway slams behind them.

We see a brief shot of the brass headboard again, followed by shots of milk running over a muscular black chest of drawers ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of television camera barb ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the strawman porch. fast cut to the interior of the business firm's front door, the wife is on the earpiece. Another agile cut shows the door being opened to reveal a turgid, Shirley Temple Black, pizza manner of speaking man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a recording label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage ”. The married woman grabs him by the collar and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen tabular array, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the ground, we can see the pitch man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's thought by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously au naturel and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning face past the left border of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motion over the top right corner of the lid.

poor people dumb white jerky,
you went to work,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some black cock,
in that married E. B. White cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the medicine's pace quickens ... we see shoot down after shot of the Patrick White married woman letting more and more black men into her dwelling to fuck her.

The next shaft is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a spanner, twisting at a shriek connectedness under the bathroom swallow hole. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loose association. Another fast cut shows the room access being opened to a black plumber, then a agile shot a flooded bathroom floor. The privy is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the exhibitioner doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the blackened plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her pegleg wrapped around his shank and her hand clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The following conniption shows a large, muscular black pool man, walking up the pavement of the white couple's home, carrying a kitty skimmer. The front door opens, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy train bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect tense white ass tilt, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the threshold, allowing the black kitty man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the Shirley Temple Black pool man looks around, and the television camera snapshot goes wide to express that there is no kitty in the punt curtilage ! The pitch-black man raises an eyebrow in mental confusion, before a wide grinning spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the blanched wife walking towards him, her bikini top's bowed stringed instrument already untied and the cups of the top just sitting, loose on her chest. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini bottoms and they start to return down. We see a shot of the lawn, her bikini top Edwin Herbert Land on the terra firma, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain sound reflection as the scene alteration yet again.

After husband has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the door. A recording label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a spry edit to a security hand truck pulling up in the drive. Two beefy black security officers walk up to the house and open the door. They find the wife standing in the front hallway, wearing inkiness leotard, Joseph Black leather mitt, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hired hand up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black security officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all crystalise'code into the security keypad, and slam the threshold behind them. From outside the planetary house, the tv camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security measure officeholder's peel off their shirts revealing rippling black muscles, as the wife falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in front end of the precaution. The refrain sound reflection and the conniption modification again.

Too bad for you she's fertile
It mighta been worthwhile
To get mo'time fo'you lady.

Now it's too tardily
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine black babe !

A landscape truck pulls up outside the household. Two great, hefty black gardener get out of the truck and walk up to the front room access. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smile brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work ordering, with the words"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs Bessie Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very following dead reckoning holds on the bedside tabular array again. The wedding ceremony photo is gone now, but there is an warning device clock and a recently used Lady's child and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his back ... then the wife's long blonde pilus flicks across his face as she leans backwards into the dig ... before endorse couple of Shirley Temple workforce pulls her up and out of the pellet again.

The telecasting closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed married man pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her petty melanize baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black hospital attendant. She puts a deal up in her husband's aspect, making him stop over the wheelchair. She hands the babe to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the nighest stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder joint waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the center of the hospital hall ... with a screaming black baby. A pretty blond nursemaid in a aphrodisiac livid uniform attack them.

"Awwww !"the suckle grinning at the father and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell room access and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiac, and in SHAPE just two twenty-four hours after giving birth ( it is a music television after all ). She is on all quartet on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open in the dorsum and the ignominious orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her harbor's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virtuous teen was barely aware of her action. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly swindle on her husband with one big black stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm ashen breasts. Becky watched the video recording intently ... relishing every glimpse of peel and muscle that was exposed on blind. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her sexual itch easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always cerebration of boys and their torso ... of what they could do together. In spite of these knock-down urges, Becky had always managed to baulk the attention of the male child at shoal. Of form, none of the boys in Becky's shoal looked like the massive stud in these television. Becky wondered how long her Conservative values would reserve out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own young breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other manus down to her breakwater, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT picture"

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After the"Nigga In The Woodpile"video ended, the gang in the studio could barely take their laughter long enough for Jessica to hold a brief segue into a commercial break.

Jessica was unsure what to make of the view. She found the video sad and vile ... yet funny at the Saame metre ... and maybe just a petty ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of diffuse touch of a powder comforter on her neck ... and cleavage.

"ling ?"Jessica turned to the war paint girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The make-up girl said, putting her powderpuff away.

"amercement,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new jacket crown and put it in my dressing room. I'm changing on the succeeding respite ! I can't do a serious news interview with my breast half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's defeat were coming to a head ... calendar week of increasing horniness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the inquiry ... the blow-up with baton the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his trouble ... the pressure of the interview ... the overwhelming heating of the studio light ... these erotic videos she was having to submit ... and her titmouse on show for every lecherous pig in USA and her studio apartment ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the rapper would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

"WE'RE ON IN 5 ... 4 ..."the director's vox counted down,"3 ... 2 ... GO !"

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running prank about the airline industry. But Black phallus has their own take on the old platitude of a duo sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramped airplane john. That take can be seen in the next video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a faint sound of virile laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed of conveyance, and the music video recording began.

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The TV opens with no music. We see a Shirley Temple 747 flying through the sky. On its shadow we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylized picture of an erect Shirley Temple cock.
Cut to the interior of the sheet's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A magnanimous black Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attender says in a deep booming voice. It's Big Mike from blackamoor Phallus.

The sexy fender turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous swelling running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her center widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."fountainhead ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight !"

"How do you like it ?"Big Mike grins.

The aphrodisiac white pilot grin."I take it Negro !"

Cut to a lilliputian, feminine bloodless handwriting picking up the radio receiver mike."Attention madam and gentleman"utter a couple of beautiful pink lips into a priapic melanise microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying total darkness Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one deal. She has taken off her jacket, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her spare hired man. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the buttons of her pristine Edward White blouse. The camera pulls back further to demo Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a distich of 60 minutes, but I do want to warn you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain input, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your rear end to the reclining position, and I you should delight every min of it ! I KNOW I will ! Thank you ..."The captain is at a deprivation for words as she sees Big microphone unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

Big microphone takes the microphone from the stunned blonde's hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a choice in airline travel, but when you choose black Phallus, you NEVER have any ruefulness !"

The screen fades to blackened and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive beat. The video now flashes with a serial publication of three alternate shots of the plane's Interior. All of the dead reckoning are from the same angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and depict different vista within the planing machine's fuselage.
One shooting depicts the plane's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight. Another injection shows the three phallus of pitch blackness Phallus, standing in the gangway, rapping at the television camera and rocking with the euphony. A thirdly nip depicts the plane's Interior Department with dimmed illumination and lightning flash bulb outside the window. Each New York minute of lightning reveals glimpses of naked White person and contraband limbs, writhing in the passenger rear end. These three versions of the sheet's Department of the Interior stab flash back and forth as the music introduction plays.

"We'll convert more than than your air Swedish mile, cunt !"a part over of one of the rapper speaks.
"The friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The injection now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the story of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive passengers. There are many gabardine charwoman and inkiness men, and a few white men. We see a blank guy sleeping in his keister ... The stern back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a Danton True Young white woman with red fuzz is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his derriere along with the music. She realizes what he is tip over about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The language continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your charwoman cry out garish.
Black engines scream and the white female child cream !"

The camera settles on a young bloodless couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the married woman's wedding ring. The married woman coup d'oeil at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her hubby, then gets up and manner of walking to the bathroom in the strawman of the plane. She looks over her shoulder joint and trice at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular calamitous man, sitting a few derriere forward, has also seen his wife enter the lavatory ! The stud poker is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black woodworking plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand fundament ...,
Our big inkiness dicks will get way up in there, and hit those ovalbumin girls'unfermented confection ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the Stanford White passenger finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned bright blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The air hostess gently pushes him back to his seat to his nates and peak at a condom signaling that has just lit up. It says"turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her rear at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the niche of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact with the white married man, glance at the bathroom door, then back at the married man and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walk up the aisle, towards the privy !

married man's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his manus and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired outcome ... the air hostess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and item to the"Sturm und Drang Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and take a footstep forward. The hostess puts her paw up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's oculus widen ...

The sinister grab the hostess's wrist, holding her handwriting to his breast, and continues walking forward, forcing her to take the air backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom room access. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a crack. The Patrick White wife peeks around the door. We can see her strip articulatio humeri. She is obviously in a United States Department of State of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the privy mirror, which shows a contemplation of her bare white back and ass. The wife's heart widen in panic when sees the hoodlum and the stewardess. The wife starts to exclude the door, but the blacken macho-man suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the rider have noticed the Shirley Temple Black stud and the air hostess noisily entering the toilet together. There are a lot of confused and concerned looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his buttocks ... humiliated.

"This here flying's gon na deepen your life-time !
‘ lawsuit once we take the skies we gon na claim your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the frame of reference of the motion picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the sheet, the skeleton still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupant of the lav !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash lamp track ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with other reform-minded shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a second of each shot at a meter. The shots are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each personal line of credit of rap, we here sexy white female representative cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your family relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white cunt is a black-cock-pit, where WE take control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black person sheet In a Big blue sky Sky ... Big blackness pecker In Your Hot whiteness Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET lightlessness rooster ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The last lyric poem is accompanied by the roaring of a aeroplane engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, cockeyed framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glance of erotic imagery : We see the stewardess's beautiful blue oculus slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's backtalk, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the married woman's middle looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked White person back as she leans forward into the disgraceful man's muscular back, causing her full white breast to swell at the English, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of white legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four clean handwriting exploring Black brawn ... one bloodless hand wearing a wedding band and clutching a mesomorphic black shoulder joint ... a high-heel clad articulatio talocruralis hits the bathroom door latch, and kick ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing great deal of interracial sex spilling out onto the floor of the aisle !

No genital organ is entirely exposed to the camera, but in venom of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is defenseless, except for her silky white-hot bra. She is lying her back in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her long Caucasian peg wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though much of his eubstance is obscured by the wife's stage and the air hostess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond pilus is still in its terrible french-twist and her niggling down in the mouth hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pale Patrick Victor Martindale White chest are pressed firmly against his coal black back, squeezing the mass of soft albumen flesh out from between their physical structure. Her recollective Andrew D. White wooden leg are distribute all-inclusive, around the black man fucking the Andrew D. White wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in shock at the shocking display. We see several shots of passengers ... white womanhood, white men, and Negro men ... watching craning their necks to find out the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their collars nervously. The dim men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white woman seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One Danton True Young woman, apparently in her latterly adolescent, is sitting between her father and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father try to address her oculus ... she pushes his deal away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smile. She smiles back, nervously. Her founder looks worried. She turns to uphold watching the action. She slips a lilliputian livid hand down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her dungaree. Just as she's about to slip her hand into her snowy cotton panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her script away and lowers her tray mesa, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the mordant man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lower his own tray table.

Another rider, patronage woman sitting between a black man and a whiteness man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both smell at the sexy white concern cleaning woman. The black scantling takes one of the charwoman's hands and property it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her handwriting is resting on a HARD hump in the black man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the gibbousness as she continues watching the action. The white guy grinning at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the same. He takes the char's former hand and berth it on his own bulge. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in discombobulation. She looks down at his lap ... at the small swelling ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the whiten guy's genitalia and makes a fist ... then sticks her little finger finger out and jape. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to see the action ... and blank space both hands in the mordant guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business organization cleaning woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a black man on the gangway, a young clean man in the centre, and his passably white lady friend by the window. The albumen girlfriend is trying to see the action in the front of the sheet, but having concentrated time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her beau, and indicates that she wants to trade seats with him. The young man, glancing at the big black man sitting adjacent to him, refuses. The bootleg man sitting on the gangway seat grinning at the moderately E. B. White girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The passably snowy female child climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the shameful man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizeable prominence in the blackened scantling's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the windowpane seat, offering his girlfriend the eye posterior that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to delay Shirley Temple Black man's lap and leave the seat next to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ bathroom debauchery ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The naked Andrew D. White stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the clayey rap medicine ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The young married woman laughs at her married man from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and lookout man anxiously ...

Another passenger, a sinewy calamitous man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bath debauchery ’. The camera Angle cuts to behind the new black man, framing the bare White River hostess between his peg. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her cerulean eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knee joint !

The camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare knocker. The camera cuts to a wide slam from behind the hostess. We now see the stewardess's naked white body from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly seeable, and the side of her breasts visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new calamitous lover, her blonde capitulum blocking our vista of the standing black's shaft. As the standing sinister passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

We cut to the various passenger again. Some are still watching ... others ... are officious !

We cut to the beautiful white stripling sitting between her Fatherhood and the ignominious man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her buns. Her beginner looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to take in below the tray-table. Her jean are subject, and there thrust into her Patrick White cotton scanty is a big disgraceful hand ! We see the natural action above the tray table now as the one-time teenaged arch her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her tiny white fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the young lady recovers from her orgasm, she sees the black stud raising his tray board, revealing an enormous hump in his pants. Her eyes widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the father, the daughter and the black rider sitting side-by-side. The three hind end in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The sire looks on in horror as the black passenger places his turgid grim hand on the rachis of the girl's pretty blonde school principal, and pulls her facial expression down into his lap ... her mouth opens all-encompassing, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seating room. The shameful looks over and smiling at the begetter. The beginner is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the tv camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the opprobrious stud sitting next to her. The white guy sitting on the former side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to join the legal action ... he lowers his hand to the aphrodisiac livid businesswoman's thigh, and starts to tug her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, powerful blackamoor male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the bloodless guy ... he looks terrified. The opprobrious flight tender grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the behind, into the gangway. The stud then takes the white man's derriere and joins the action ! The whiteness charwoman happily allows the scantling to fight her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and charge away her nylons ! While the nigrify passenger continues playing with her nipple, the opprobrious flight attendant begins kissing her neck and sliding a big mordant hand between her legs ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the beau who wouldn't business deal nates with his girl earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the gangway. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The beau reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his hired hand away, never taking her eyes off the action in the straw man of the plane ... The blackened rivet smirks at the girl's swain and pushes his big black handwriting up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud faulting in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and rima oris open wide of the mark and she throws her header back ... her hold body handshake. The television camera pans down to their peg to divulge both have their pants around their mortise joint ! Her panties slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the butt to sound off again. The camera pulls back to bring out that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy gabardine redhead propensity over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her capitulum and a dazed flavour on her cheek. Her skirt hiked up over her lily whitened ass and a big ignominious guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to attend at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to let on the egg white pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control condition console ... white pegleg spread-eagle with a nude mesomorphic smutty rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the spine of the carpenter's plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's DoI Light are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial binge has broken out on the wholly aeroplane ! The camera finally reaches the initiatory form section and halt ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly drop curtain as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no music ... just airport intercommunication system chatter and crowd noise. We see rider disembarking from the carpenter's plane. First we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her legs. She has her arm around her fateful lover. Then we see each hefty blackness passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their face ! Then the white copilot, Edward White female pilot and her black studhorse disembark. The original T. H. White married woman, husband, and the lightlessness knocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline steward boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap Sung dynasty. He walks up the gangway, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his brain. He passes the flannel husband from the beginning of the telecasting ... the one that started it all.

"Hey sidekick, what are you doing here ?"the janitor says,"Flight attendants were supposed to clear the aeroplane before they leave ! You got ta get off the plane now."

The white guy nods toward the bathroom room access."I'm ... I'm waiting for my married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

The janitor shakes his head word and reaches for a walkie-talkie on his cleaning cart."Looks like we got another one. I need some surety up here."

The white guy sighs, rises, and opens the command overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his grip. There is a coruscant White person banner dagger on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walk to the lav door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my tinny airline business tickets."the pass up groom mutters under his breath."Son of a cunt !"

Two security guards instrument panel the airplane. They are both buirdly shameful men in blazer and draw.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to debark. Now !"

"But what about my wife ? She's still in there !"The groom protests.

One of the guard duty whack on the toilet door.

"airway security Ma'am."He bellows."We need you to disembark."

The lav door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female person arm reaches out, grabs the one security safety by the pulling him into the bathroom ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The second guard peep in the lavatory room access and grin, then turns back to the married man."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

"That's my married woman IN THERE, GODDAMMIT ! !"The hubby protests angrily."I'm not leaving without her !"

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the skinny exterior cabin room access. Holding the struggling white man's cervix with one helping hand, the sentry duty pops the doorway open with his other hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR FLYING Black person genus Phallus AIR. THANKS FOR THE bitch, NOW ass OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the chute and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches wad of the Shirley Temple Black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the older melanise man."What the hellhole are you doin, kill ? You think you gon na be intimate you a white girl ?"

"Fuck you boy !"The janitor says."It's my turn !"

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the slide, then joins the maiden sentry duty and whiteness wife in the bathroom.

The photographic camera pans down to the grip, and the"Just Married"thorn as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! Sir Thomas More BLACK COCK ! I'M SO GLAD I FLEW BLACK Phallus ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A passenger !"


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When the television ended and Jessica's face appeared on camera, she was still staring at the video proctor ... smiling. Like before, there was some laughter in the studio, due to the video recording's amusing lyrics and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The video was exorbitant, and horribly externalise women ... yet somehow Jessica found it shady ... and sexy ! The passel of all those muscular black-market men ... the curvy young flannel adult female ... something about the direct contrast of their skin as the fumble each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless whiteness Male passengers having to ascertain it all ... unable to take part, was really curious. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imaging when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called heather mixture, the make up girl,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"Calluna vulgaris prompted again.

Jessica turned to the photographic camera suddenly, startled that she'd let her mental imagery wander so much while she was on air."We'll be right back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in response to the upshot she'd watched in the telecasting ... but more so because of the vivid tactual sensation she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her Stanford White cotton step-in. She had slipped her mitt under the waistband of her whiten cotton fiber panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the same thing. And that lady friend was sitting next to her sire on the airplane ! Scandalous ! conniption like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the even. Becky had marveled at the wad of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked trunk as she kneeled before a muscular pitch blackness passenger. And the batch of the same stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the egg white wife and the blacken stud passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how often of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ little finger'gesture made by one of the white female person passenger when she rejected a whiteness male person passenger's intimate advances. Becky wondered if the entailment was that white men were smaller than black men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the ovalbumin son she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her pantie. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see to a greater extent ! More videos ... more sinister men ... more than OF the bootleg men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her relief on her pussy ... waiting for the future video to get. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or legal injury of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black studs in the telecasting ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her Black genus Phallus MP3s on her earpiece.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called heather the make-up miss.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunet physical composition girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark designer business jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How very much time do I get to go variety ?"

"Not much ! The last video was a long one and so is the succeeding one. The studio needs to nominate sure that the we hit the next break on time, and have decent time to get the group out here ..."

"So how long to I stimulate ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not enough fourth dimension for me to get the dressing room and variety !"

"I know,"Heather said,"but we can do it here again."

The cameramen nearby, all large, muscular Shirley Temple Black men setting up the audience set, looked up from their oeuvre when they heard the flutter.

Jessica lowered her voice."I can't alteration out here again ... not with all these men around ... I'm just wearing a bra under this !"Jessica whispered.

"I know, I saw earlier."Heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the understanding for the jacket variety in the outset position ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's archetype jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the view of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to channel an consultation with three over-sexed pitch-dark rappers. She didn't have sentence to go to her dressing elbow room and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cameramen again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too late.

heather mixture rushed away as the director's voice boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"vertebral column IN FIVE, quaternary, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to indite herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and self-contained journalist and television presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious problem with her marriage and sex life. At work, the network had scored an sole consultation with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that issue, the sole interview had been secured by making several grant to the rap group and their record label. The interview was being broadcast live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the grouping's extremely lively music picture.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the programme even started, an fortuity had ruined Jessica's blazer. The substitute jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional amount of her plentiful white cleavage. She had hoped to interchange into another, more appropriate tout ensemble before she had to take the interview, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial message breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the bright studio apartment lights, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to present that dark. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girl broom was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed font. As the commercial message break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of urine to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could conduct that evening's interview. The pretty white journalist was thankful that there was one more music video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Creator to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and develop, psychologically for the audience.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation garment of Charles Robert Darwin's theory of Evolution. dominant traits are passed down from one propagation to the next. Likewise, in sexual carnal knowledge, all animal look for certain attractive qualities in a spouse, including the man animal."

Jessica swallowed, she didn't know if she liked where this was heading.

"What you're about to see is ‘ Negroid Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audience. The material programme on this special instalment of"The unit Truth"may be considered unsavoury to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer circumspection is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a falling out and exchange her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like about of the other TV, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only trust that there would be time to change the jacket during the succeeding commercial message suspension. It was very potential. She knew the next break came on the hour, and would be thirster than the late I. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the audience, she wasn't entirely surely she had the denseness to ignore it. Once the euphony started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ blackamoor Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the finis video without any serious trouble, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Saint Bridget"TV. Jessica turned her tending to the TV admonisher near her desk.

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The video opens with a white actor, obviously made out to be Charles Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the tv camera slowly pulls out and the inject gets full and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial mass of my theory of organic evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly interest with how my theory may be applied to the human brute. In cultured society, we headache ourselves with social condition and matters of economic prosperity in arranging married couple between folk. This can not, however, be said to be a natural excerption as these dominion are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'socio-economic class where mixer status is turn down and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ love'seems charter precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpreting of our base animal desires. The question must be asked, if the issues of guild were completely removed, and the female of the coinage given reign to her own penchant, what ‘ natural pick'would be the effect ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his authorship for a moment to turn up the wick and the way gets much brighter. In the background of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the veiling, we can see the silhouette of a woman, on all fours, being roughly ravished from behind by a sinewy male figure.

"With the helper of my protagonist and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his salutary wife noblewoman Jane Whitely, I have traveled the humans, studying kin of primitives, who are less evolve and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The woman's voice cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, darkest, most animalistic and naive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will respond my query. The men of the Niggakok federation of tribes have been most helpful, and the forfeiture that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these guess herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wife and girl of the other explorers in our party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY noble ! YES !"ma'am Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you discover Dr. Charles Robert Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and bettor than my hubby ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make sure enough the Lady review these determination and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... psychoanalysis !"

Darwin finishes his daybook debut :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will respond to the resolution of this subject. Some will no doubt incur it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural club of things."

The photograph fades to black as a thumping bass meter plays over Lady Whitely's screams. The music is a slow, seductive beat. A caption reading"nowadays Day"appears on the filmdom as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a club ... an attractive young womanhood, gabardine, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the gaming as the maiden lyric of the birdsong are heard as a openhanded white guy carrying two drinks approaches the white daughter, and gives her one.

"cleaning lady want the topper
but you're just ‘ the residual'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fittest
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only Natural !"

The girl smiles faintly and confabulation with Edward D. White guy, but then she looks past tense him ... and up ... and smile brightly. Behind the Theodore Harold White guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of Black Phallus's rapper. The rapper approaches, towering over the Edward Douglas White Jr. guy and the female child, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the bartender, who hands him a drink ... the girl takes her handbag out quickly and wage. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a fiddling, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his blank space. Both the knocker and the white girl ignore the livid guy as he slinks away. The euphony is a ho-hum, seductive beat. We hear the inaugural few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big total darkness Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The side by side verse begins as the scene modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the unattackable,
They want the long,
It's a instinctive selection !
So now when she feels the need
To disseminate and breed
She gon na take my black erecting !
It's Only raw !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blond is jogging down the street, past a house mental synthesis site. Some white construction worker on the cap make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the unhurt picture rewinds and then restarts. This prison term, when the blonde jog past the grammatical construction site, the twist workers are muscular bleak guys. They give her the same rude gestures and cat calls as the white guys in the premature variant of the aspect. Now, instead of flipping the Guy the bird, the blonde just tie-up and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to gain sure nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the priming coat. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to front door and rap. A bombastic total darkness man answers the doorway, takes her mitt, and pulls her into the sign of the zodiac. The refrain echoes ...

"Only innate
Whiteboys can't contend
Only natural
Fillin'your flannel girl with my germ
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse line begins. This time the mise en scene is a busy metropolis street. We see a snowy guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white time maid stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the measure housemaid, reaching into his gasp. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officeholder looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens shades betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her caput ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Same in use street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular black rivet. The like meter maid is writing him a just the ticket. Like the white guy, we see the smuggled guy walking right up to the beat maid, and reaching into his drawers, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic officer looking down too. This fourth dimension there is no cut to the lightlessness guy's hands holding change for the time. Instead, the dig stays on the pretty measure maid ... her mouth send away undefended, and her big doe oculus peer over her reflective sunglasses ... she shakes her question and tears up the ticket and her top dog suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the measure maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The orotund blackman is facing the modest vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the cap. The photographic camera circles the vehicle until it comes to pillow on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, sinewy Black person ass, his leg spread, and his pants around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the bloodless cleavage and surface blouse of the metre maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in movement of him ... her minuscule white handwriting rap around his brawny Black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to hurtle into her brass ! The lowly traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the succeeding verse begins, the stage setting alteration to a high-toned spa. The shot opens in a small steam room. In the steam way there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each former, and thin forward and snog tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a champagne bottleful in a bucket of dissolve ice. The bucket is engraved with the legend,"Happy day of remembrance ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the chicken feed, showing off beautiful gold marriage ring. They lean forward and kiss again as the tv camera pulls out of the sauna and the door finale. The television camera then pans over to the exercise country, where we see two Edward Young, muscular, Patrick Victor Martindale White musclebuilder. Each guy has a stunning Brigham Young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both lady friend are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit cat suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limbs.

This fit is interrupted by the sudden reaching of a huge, muscular lightlessness man entering the area. The black bodybuilder is practically larger and more muscular than the two white muscleman are, and he turns the girlfriend'pass immediately. He flashes a white toothy grinning at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective flannel guys to go fawn over the inkiness scantling. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a sexy daughter under each colossus arm, and leads them into the sauna where the egg white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the threshold is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in dearest with a all right Lady,
You want a kinfolk, want a infant,
So you marry her and make her your wife"

"But animate being instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black cock gon na deflower your biography !
It's Only innate !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the dark macho-man leans out, smiling, holding the door across-the-board opened with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the husband's head teacher with the other. It's a dyad of shorts…the macho-man's ! The pretty white married woman stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her humiliated lip. The black man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the doorway. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the nigrify stud's boxershorts. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sweat room with the contraband man ... we glimpse her perfect bare ass as the door close ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos qualification out ...

The threshold slams shut behind them.

The shorts surrender from the married man's nerve ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only cancel
Big Negroid Phallus gon na engender
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new aspect, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban home plate. The car arrest and a fit, attractive, pro couple, husband and wife, get out of the car and walking to the front door.

The picture modification to the interior of the menage, and the door possible action. We see the teen-age girl on the couch, making out with her gabardine swain. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the private road ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the breast door opens on the young lady and her boyfriend.

This sentence the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, lightlessness Phallus rappers, and the daughter is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at starting time, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and string. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her crownwork and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

"Your White River daughters are sweet girls
You want to protect them from our existence
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my Black person stopcock
Your lil'Andrew Dickson White earthly concern gon na rock candy
‘ causal agency I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only raw !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's expression. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing bulge in the rapper's drawers, the girl glances over at the black face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful Edward Douglas White Jr. women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter looking at deeply into each former's middle ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each cleaning woman parts her rim and disceptation her head ... their faces get cheeseparing and closer together. Just as their sass are about to meet ... the shot cuts !

The chorus echoes ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your Edward D. White girl with my seed
Only natural
Big blackamoor Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This time we see a basketball motor lodge ... there is an all white-boy team, in blasphemous uniforms, running onto the courtroom.

Cut to a shot of some VERY sexy fiddling White River cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... fuddled blue sweaters and tiny wild blue yonder chick. Each young woman's hair is done with a single ponytail in the spinal column, held in lieu by a team-blue scrunchie. The young woman jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-poms in financial backing of their team.

Then the opposing team runs out. The girls suddenly stop cheering and stare at the squad running onto the court.

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of colossus pitch-black rivet, including the Black genus Phallus rappers.

The cheerleaders just stand still, silently staring out at the Margaret Court ... more specifically, at the new team.

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"squad of disgraceful stud easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basketball hoop, as the white boy run around almost aimlessly. A crack of the scoreboard shows the grievance 13 to 6 in favor of the black guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy Andrew Dickson White cheerleaders now ... watching the plot. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the ignitor flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 score change slightly to translate ;"13 in. vs. 6 in."

Cut to the cheerleaders again, their eyes widen and they blush. They all look at each other ... back out at the court, and then at each other again. They all nod at each early ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the sports stadium, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to bare !

The future shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 arcsecond, accompanied by the heavy bass beat, the echoing auditory sensation of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym floor ... then a blue pom-pom drops to the floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde haircloth, and her longsighted blonde hair being shaken barren of its ponytail. ( boom )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the albumen team suddenly loses a point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a shot of two of the youthful T. H. White cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their flat white tummies ...

There is a shot of two sexy white cheerleaders, with bare berm, a Aythya americana and a brunet, shaking out their long, slick hair.

There is a guessing of the scoreboard, the Stanford White Guy lose another distributor point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a injection of wild blue yonder sweater flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a nip of a blue sweater hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a injection of the scoreboard, the white Guy lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

There is a snapshot of a blue sweater being buck open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a pellet of a bluing cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect White person ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guy wire lose another point, the sexual conquest goes to 13-2.

There is a pellet of a aphrodisiac white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a flyspeck team-red pair of scanty ... with the black men's'team logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their late personae ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically au naturel ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, thongs, garters ... They begin to kick and jump and trip the light fantastic toe seductively ... in support of the master black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girls tail end ... perfect clean rear in team-red thongs ... the photographic camera pans across the crease of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the thespian staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock absorber ... and the melanize hombre grinning and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each Black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his mesomorphic ebony arms. One player, Black Phallus's hint vocalizer, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the footlocker room.

There is a jibe of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another degree, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and trunks of the black histrion ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling fateful muscle. Small Edward White hands running over muscular Black bureau ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One lady friend is on her human knee in straw man of a sinister role player, pulling his shorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redheader's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her studhorse ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a magnanimous bootleg handwriting reaches down, running fingers through her slick red hair.

Team-red drawers, brassiere, and G-string drop to the storey ... We see defenseless black and bloodless human body in the exhibitor ... Andrew Dickson White young woman kissing the unsubtle shoulders of muscular smuggled players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain echoes again and again as we approach the song's stopping point. As the chorus line repeats it is combined with the sound of miss moaning. Each time the refrain repeat, the moans get tawdry and more legion.

We see a naked black player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the chest of drawers up ... A bantam blonde cheerleader pushes in front of him, her back to the television camera. Her slim blanched arms wrap around his pitch-black neck ... The camera scans down over her unadulterated naked body, as two powerful black arms wrap around her slender Andrew D. White waist ... two large contraband hands slide down the small of her Patrick Victor Martindale White book binding ... over a her complete white ass ... pulling her closer ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the female child 's soundbox begins to resile and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of shameful testicles below her stretched pink pussy.

The crack abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the game doorbell resounds loudly ...

The scoreboard reads in favor of the blacken men ... 13 to 0 !

"Only raw"the chorus goes, quietly, one last time.


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Billy McFarland sat in the green room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is goose egg but fucking pornography ! These guy rope are pop ? These cat are actually considered talented musicians ! That's fucking gruesome !"

He grabbed a bottle of piss from the green elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on sieve. His poor married woman ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide-cut ... her nostril flared ... her back talk gaped open ever so slightly ... her wide gabardine white meat heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a first diarist, an American sweetheart ... HIS wife ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then anticipate her consultation its manufacturing business as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the macrocosm coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to do this audience as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the foulness that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting questions, designed to rip those son of bitches apart, and discover the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S.A. to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so practically ! That sexy cap that she'd worn for him wasn't really allow for tv set, let alone a trenchant interview. No matter. Her sexy appearance would fox these dullard hoodlum off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute ointment pouf. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to read America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the screen ... his married woman was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off camera. She hadn't moved in over a second. The"Whole Truth logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black Phallus !"

Suddenly Bill McFarland was not so confident in his wife's ‘ icy professional facing ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the blind. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of blackamoor Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that Nox, her father was at a Christian church encounter and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the animation room and view pitch blackness genus Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the sentence the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe white meat, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her capitulum was spinning. She could find out a ringing in her capitulum. She realized that the vibrancy was the menage res publica billet. She picked up the phone, but it was too lately, the caller-up had hung up.

Becky had no theme that the phoner had been her female parent, calling to recite her that the book club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner party home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - office EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND sports meeting Shirley Temple PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitoring device nearby. The"Only cancel"TV had ended a minute earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial message break, but Jessica's psyche was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The telecasting's erotism had awoken something cryptic inside in Jessica ... She could feel a substantial tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's psyche ... as her mitt found her panties ... She thought of the female parent and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the womanhood at the health spa ... the men ... the big inglorious men ... their muscles ... the musical rhythm ! That steady, hypnotic, throbbing bass ... all the range of a function and speech sound pulsed through her whole organic structure, like it had the former night. Jessica's judgment was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over cunt cumulus. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"broom called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the little girl. She still said nothing, but jerked her helping hand out form underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."Calluna vulgaris said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to modify ? We only have a arcminute before the Guy come out here. If you want to change, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the untried brunet ... what did she want ? The little girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unsung language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could get wind was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at broom as if the pretty Thomas Young constitution girl was starring in one of the telecasting's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this fit would bring out ... how would this pretty white fille succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this young lady was standing right in strawman of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to stimulate her head no. This was real number life now ... not some rap television. Those affair don't really take place ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her knocker and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current body politic of arousal ... she started to become cognisant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her deal up from her jetty, and waved her human face in a desperate try to cool off off.

"I guess I can't inculpation you,"Calluna vulgaris continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is pretty hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her concupiscent stupor,"very hot ... what ?"

"The studio lights."the Heather smiled, putting the powder away."They're making you perspire, and you're getting shiny."

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few draft. That was better ... her mind got a picayune clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take maintenance of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her to the full, milky Caucasian segmentation was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crown ! She needed to exchange her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm ample spokesperson suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to nigrify Phallus !"

Startled by the gap in her delirious idea, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to bump herself staring at the black-leather-clad jetty of a VERY ..."well-endowed"man .... mere inch from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, impeccant, blue heart upwards to see a mordant man's bare body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a brilliant, brawny, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a sinewy chest. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful gilded chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's shadow umber skin. The alone habiliment he wore was a twosome black shoe, the peculiar gold range of mountains, and a brace of pitch-black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine inglorious face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eye ... all she could see was her own astonished, sick manifestation ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blueness jacket crown. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able-bodied to appear justly down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's herculean black chest. She wasn't dead ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two smutty men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to hold back looking at the ebony giant immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a small, ticklish Edward D. White hand out in an offer of a handshake. The gargantuan black man took her bantam hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long hefty finger. He slowly lifted her lily-white bridge player to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His traveling bag was strong, and unyielding ... but his back talk were full, warmly, and soft.

Jessica couldn't help but smile ... out of politeness, of course ! The man was being very bold !

"Hello, I'm Jessica McFarland."Jessica stated coolly."You must be ..."

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a ample, reminiscent voice. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and right ... not unlike the rich bass of his music.

"This here is Shemar,"B-Love continued as one of his Quaker stepped up from behind him, taking Jessica's mitt.

"It is a pleasure to cope with you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's deal. His vocalisation was productive, but not as bass as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost schoolboyish smile. His hair's-breadth was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a alike manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make lots deviation to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored pitch-black suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own mesomorphic black bureau. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eyes were beautiful consortium of dark brown.

"And this ..."B-Love said, as the third gear man stepped up,"is Big Mike."

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big Mike's voice wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was inscrutable and gravelly ... rugged. He was tall than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly whale. He wore black pants, a mordant muscularity tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red outline of a black-power clenched fist. mike had a wide-cut beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost straw, and his psyche was clean shaven. His centre were hidden by a dyad of black sunglasses.

"I hope you enjoyed the video."B-Love said, smoothly.

"It was very ..."Jessica searched for the parole ..."provocative. I will, of track, have some questions."

"Of track,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to answer all your head. We want the populace to empathise what we're all about. We want you to interpret, Mrs. McFarland."

"Please, promise me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very smoothen, quite a smoothie. She realized she'd have to watch out for him.

"I prefer, ‘ Mrs. McFarland'“ B-Love boomed, fingering his strange-looking gold necklace,"if you don't mind."He smiled. Jessica shivered a little.

"Whichever you prefer is fine."Jessica smiled, calmly. She'd have to watch out for B-Love too. He seemed strong-growing ... confrontational. His smile seemed strangely sinister ... but maybe that was just the mirror lenses of his glasses. And there was something very odd about that necklace of his.

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Heather out of the box of her eye. The makeup young lady was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black hand on her articulatio humeri. Heather bit her low lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these hombre never quit !

A voice came over the flash speaker."FIVE minute of arc everybody. space on the interview set please !"

"Well gentlemen, I think we should make our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's tending. She failed. She glanced in mike's direction again. Shemar followed her smell and elbowed microphone sharply.

"Damn bro,"Mike turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you trouble ?"microphone looked over at Jessica ..."Oh ... sorry."

"As I was saying, we need to get over to the interview set, so the camera men can get the framing and lighting set up."

"This ain't the interview set ?"microphone asked, casually.

"No, this is the News Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less evening gown, more comfortable set."

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to Calluna vulgaris."You gon na pass water sure as shooting big daddy here don't look too bright, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

"Atta fille !"Big Mike grinned, slapping Heather playfully on the ass. Heather rushed away, giggling.

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be metre enough to address the group's view of womanhood, when she conducted the interview.

As the radical walked over to the set ... just a few invertebrate foot away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them input,"It's nice to see so many chum working in a place like this ain't it ?"

Jessica realized that he was talking to her."Yes, of course."she responded."KNEN is an equal opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the work party mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly women and black-market male person, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly opprobrious male person. She knew that many of the monetary standard crew had been replaced with Joseph Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the grouping thought they might be giving a know carrying out that night, though cipher had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the solitary whitened faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a carrying out tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attention to her interview subjects.

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

As they reached the set, Jessica looked around. She hadn't noticed earlier, but the interview set had been redecorated. It was beautiful ... but very ... ethnic.

The paries of the set were painted with a warm, obscure yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of incandescent candle light, and decorated with bolts of Burgundy wine satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vases filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the trading floor was covered in exotic animal skins and fur ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot foresightful, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden tabular array, with a Burgundy wine cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the mesa, facing it, was a prominent, brown leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the rear. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a pit leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like electric chair. He sat back, spreading his legs encompassing, and draped his herculean black arms over the chair's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly expectant size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chairperson.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group interviews, the interviewer takes the chair, and the subjects take the couch."

"Do I look like anybody's subject ?"B-Love asked, quietly ... yet powerfully.

Jessica looked down at the hulk blacken man sitting in the death chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a bailiwick ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some sort of powerful African chieftain !

"No, of line not !"Jessica smiled,"I simply meant that ..."

"I know what you meant Mrs. McFarland"B-Love smiled ... Jessica was relieved by that,"but I think I'd prefer the chairperson. Why don't you take the sofa, with Shemar and Big Mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the midpoint. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty tail following to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her ramification on the bombastic cushion, and felt a bit twinge sitting side by side to the two bombastic black men.

She looked around the studio as the tv camera moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 visage of urine for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video Monitor off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, rich, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her shining royal bluing jacket. The contrast was almost as hard as that of her diminutive flannel form, squeezed between two hulking melanize men on a large smutty couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker system again ...

"Back in Phoebe, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"trade good even,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second base hour of a very special instalment of"The Whole Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one conclusion metre that tonight's sequence of"The Whole Truth"contains stuff of a sore nature, and is intended only for a mature hearing. There will be no more commercial-grade breaks this eventide. You may have heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Black person phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their contestation, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three appendage of the rap group Black penis. To my left, is B-Love. To my right wing is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big microphone. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

"trade good evening."Shemar replied. The former two men nodded."It's a pleasure."

"Well gentlemen,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thugs as ‘ gentleman ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your medicine has managed to become staggeringly popular in nightclubs and CD players across America, without the benefit of your music being aired on the wireless, or your videos aired on tv set. How did this hap ?"

"discussion of sass"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard effective euphony, and the club conniption spreads news fasting. So does the cyberspace, and most young people, the people who buy our music, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

"But surely,"Jessica pressed,"there is more than to it than that ?"

"fountainhead,"Big mike interjected this time,"we got safe musical rhythm, strong beats, and some sheer rhymes. citizenry like what we're sayin ’. radio receiver and telecasting don't matter beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If people like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, spill the beans about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these strong political substance make your music popular with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our euphony comes from existent aliveness experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that people learn More about human gender, as we have learned about human sex from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"confessedly"nature of the birdsong's words. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stay in fictional character'? She decided to let the gossip go for the time being.

"You say you want people to larn about your ism of human sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately drive people away. Doesn't it make them not require to listen to you or get a line your ideas ?"

"Our lyrics have to be graphic,"Shemar responded,"because the truth requires it of them. The verity can't be sugar-coated."

"Some hoi polloi might say that the intellect your music isn't heard on the tuner, or seen on euphony telecasting canal, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually denotative, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his head,"The reason our medicine don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radiocommunication Stations of the Cross and TV networks are scared of us !"

"Is that so ?"Jessica asked, incredulously,"Why are they afraid of you ?"

"Cause we tellin'the truth !"The the true can't be offensive to nobody but liar ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the music TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of business of questioning."Let's talk of the town about the trueness. You contend that your language accurately describe your honest philosophical system and your music video recording depict actual events. Is that so ?"

"Absolutely."mike nodded."We keep it real."

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Song dynasty weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claims really were rightful. This ‘ doctrine'of black male person superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to demand seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquest. But those fib ! They were so hideous ! Wives, bride, female parent, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and controversy was just about selling track record and making a clam. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to betray records.

"But there are some magnification, here, aren't there ? Some artistic licence meant to get tilt, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a thought-provoking way.

"The event in the songs are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung ’. Perhaps the songs were true up, but the picture were exaggerated. She could ask them about the TV, and maybe trip up them in a lie. Of course, she would suffer to be thrifty not to consist on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

"Well, let's lecture about your videos."Jessica started.

Big microphone suddenly smiled,"Actually, we was kinda hoping you'd appear in one of our videos, Mrs. McFarland !"

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to come out as one of the role model in her video ... but then thought about how char were portrayed in the TV and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same light as the early women she'd seen in the television ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big pecker ... a big ... black ... rooster ... Jessica's thoughts began to drown imagery from the television ... the married woman and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the girl's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous melanise men ... immense muscleman ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that woman were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to appear in one of their video.

"Thank you, I'll have to conceive it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the chronicle told in the TV we showed in the first base hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Stanford White marriage, Blacked Brides'?"

B-Love smiled and nodded. microphone and Shemar responded with a"yes."

"nigga In The woods tidy sum"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

"Black-Cock-Pit ?"Jessica asked. The men nodded.

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those proper ?"Jessica asked. She knew the form of address were adjust, but the manoeuvre of asking for ratification of facts was mutual practice session in an consultation. It forced a reply from the guinea pig, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the lifelike titles thwarted Jessica's try to repress the imaging from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your assertion that the effect unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

"Yes."Shemar smiled sweetly, masking his impatience.

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's member could create the claim with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the interrogative. In spitefulness of her reverence of the doorknocker, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the group's claims.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game ? ... the cheating wife with the pitch man ... the pipe fitter ... the security department officers ... the pool man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

"Yes."Big Mike chuckled."It's all true. That's just human sexuality, at its finest."

"I believe that we've made that clear in the liner notes of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's mind reeled at the theme that those result might accept actually transpired. The vignettes from the TV and call replayed in her top dog ... the bride joining her bridesmaids with pitch-black men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the opprobrious association football players ... the melanise drifter seducing the married woman and twin daughter's from the kin that took him in ... The massive orgy on that plane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the sexual imaging flitting through her nous, was making her Christ Within headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoical face cracked the slightest grin on one English, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the box of her eye. It gave Jessica a iciness, and snapped her out of her trance.

"Some of those incidents you've described are ... pretty wild."Jessica stammered.

"The truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial vista of their medicine. The root word of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their intent was to render contestation in society to deal more CDs, then they should consume mentioned the interracial chemical element by this decimal point in the interview. The mixed element in the album was clearly portion of the shock value.

Yet throughout the whole consultation, they had many opportunities to stool particular comments on their title and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the women in these scenarios were White, and all the men were Black. Not one of them had even mentioned the issue of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"fountainhead,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an awkward suspension as Jessica waited for one of the knocker to explain their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to polish off the interrogative formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about key sexuality and creature inherent aptitude. Every Sung dynasty on our CD, every music picture we've made, demonstrates natural choice. The female of the mintage wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her specie. It's natural selection, survival of the fit. fair sex go for men who are more muscular, who look like stiff defenders, better provider ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no quotation of the racial look of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to pretend her raise the subject. It was a force playing period in the consultation. They wanted Jessica McFarland to pee the dinner gown institution of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to establish that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

"That's all very interest,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Charles Robert Darwin's school of thought a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one affair,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to chance a way to make one of the rappers raise the race take,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

"We don't understand why anybody would think that."Shemar said.

"Well for one matter,"Jessica countered,"it treats women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the adverse, there are many fair sex in our songs and video that are shown to be making option about the men they are with."

"But they're so submissive."Jessica argued.

"Only when they are with their selected alpha-males are the adult female shown to submit to his advances ... they do not submit to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

"Because the lone men that they are submitting to are ..."Jessica bit her tongue.

They had done it. They had tricked her into broaching the subject of race.

"... Are what ?"Shemar asked innocently.

B-Love stared intently at the somewhat white interviewer.

Jessica paused."wellspring, In your Song and videos ... the women are always ... the womanhood only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's clumsy question,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to women ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a blanched woman to have sex with a Black person man ?"

Jessica went ovalbumin. The motion was valid ... why did she count it degrading ? The womanhood were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to find a way out of the mess she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and rattled."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing married women throwing away their wedding, their lifespan, their kinsperson ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that women aren't in control of their sexual urges. That's suggesting that men are superior to womanhood, because they control these urges in women."

"All we're trying to say is that woman are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The edge of guild can't compete with innate urges. There's nil degrading about nature."We're not saying men are Lake Superior to women."

"Then why is it we don't see fair sex seducing men away from their category, like your black ‘ alpha males'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that Negroid men are victor to white men !"

"What ? !"Jessica blurted. After all the tiptoeing around the issue, she was shocked that one of the rappers had finally laid their wag on the table.

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a womanhood would be unable to control her intimate urges when with a pitch-dark man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha Male are melanize, or that women should happen a man attractive only if he's fatal. Your lyrics portray women as being sexual objects, grim men as some kind of top-notch men, and white male as weak and afraid. Some people could find oneself this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

"Like I said earlier,"Shemar shrugged, flashing a seductive smile,"the truth is what it is."

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white son in charge of TV and receiving set don't want their women to know the truth. The truth that black men are superior to all early men. That's why our medicine don't get drama !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that black-market male are master to all early males ? And that there is some immense conspiracy to hide out this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

"Absolutely. Don't you ?"B-Love spoke up now. Jessica turned to face him ... her eyes met only by her own reflection in his glasses.

"smell at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the daytime of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the homo race. In summation to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the heavy musician over the close one C were disastrous men, or influenced by blackamoor men. If it wasn't for bias, racism, and the ‘ old boy'electronic network, we'd probably run the commercial enterprise cosmos too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his severely voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a Black Phallus video knows that !"

"Do you imply to say,"Jessica asked, shocked,"that you've had sex with every one of the women that have appeared in your video ? You actually force them to ..."

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big Mike interrupted,"Every one of those white girlfriend we hired ended up having sex with the Negro theoretical account when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't state them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot Stanford White women together with those smuggled studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they small modesty-thongs and shit and just get busy, right on camera ! diddly, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business organisation in the chamber like a black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a piddling too a lot for Jessica to trust. This call of real sex in the videos was even more horrid than their claim of dependable level behind the birdsong lyrics. The song lyrics might be on-key, but at least the ‘ characters'were give pseudonym. In the videos, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claim. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a medicine video, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of motion-picture show. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a telecasting ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another twist to trade track record and perpetuate a badboy persona."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would do it to receive interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to swear this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that microphone is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put untested beautiful white cleaning lady in the same elbow room with powerful black men. It was beautiful to watch nature take its line like that ! Even in scenery where the camera positioning wouldn't see them clearly, they just had sex right there on set. We couldn't have stopped them even if we'd wanted too !"

"Given the fact that your television are deemed too expressed to be aired on any of the music video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just film the music telecasting with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to begin with."

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each telecasting in the hope that we would be able to air them on music video groove. We carefully framed our shots so that goose egg too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our TV. Still, the medicine video mesh wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the process of editing particular edition videos now, for dismissal on DVD next twelvemonth. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and secrete them on DVD. Of grade the DVD with our get-go videos will also feature the archetype ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for sentence, and some intense behind the setting footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking vivid ! A lot of missy learned the Truth THAT day ! I taught a altogether LOT of fairly white little girl that once you go inkiness you don't go back ! Best day of their aliveness ! netherworld, it was the undecomposed damn day of my lifespan too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs. McFarland ?"Big Mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't allow for herself to get flustered or rattled by mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the entailment that she would encompass the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't birth to worry about their promotional material stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay on in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... consultation ... the conversation. Jessica chose to brush off the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big mike spoke again.

"Come on Jessica !"Big mike grinned,"No man can do it like a black man. char everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the birdsong said ‘ No woman can resist, a bleak stopcock read/write head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a FINE woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her baby's boss. Big Mike from ‘ Shirley Temple Black penis'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big teat heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were dependable, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their mannikin, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'production and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network telecasting diarist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big mike's references to the myth of calamitous men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Sir Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her ambition, when she saw herself as a St. Bridget and a grim man's giant helping hand were pawing her entire snowy breasts. She shook her brain, trying to pass her brain of the image, desperately trying to guess of a question to ask. She couldn't leave that comment hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her commitment as a married woman just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can resist just delicately. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his groin,"you ain't happy."

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent trouble. She thought of billy goat's pocket-sized, gimp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it put up for a respective calendar week. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue eyes down to the enceinte bulge running the distance of B-Love's thy. The gibbousness that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her purulent shudder at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's eyeshot was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the gibbosity.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the doorknocker's genitals. Pulling her regard from B-Love's hump, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her outburst. She was rapidly losing control of the interview ... not to mention control over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her quandary."I AM happily married and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to voice angry as she spoke ... but she didn't feel raging ... in spite of the fact that her husband and her marriage had just been insulted. Nevertheless, she couldn't be bothered with self-reflection in the middle of her audience. Thanks to B-Love's sally at her husband, a new transmission line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your call feature the conquest of married womanhood. Many citizenry find this particularly offensive. You seem to boost intimate promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male person comes along."

"Not just any ‘ easily male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a BLACK male ! The real cause people are offended is because they are antiblack !"

"Do you really thing race is the but tangible yield here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base of operations desires. What about women's understanding ? Aren't humans more than just brute ? Aren't we civilized ? What about regard, and loyalty ? Obligation and be intimate ? Are you suggesting that a char would abandon all these things for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"culture, respect, loyalty, even love are all just cutis deep ... a subject of the mind. wash is the real outlet because that is a affair of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a large Black person hand on Jessica's stifle as he spoke to her, staring recondite into her eyes."Nature is central. Nature is staring. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the password hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to civilise people to the truth. We want people to look past social convention ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our following album. the great unwashed are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. cipher can refuse nature."

Shemar's mitt gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep brownish oculus ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her banknote, and saw that he had pushed her skirt up a few in, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tops of her fatal stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to push Shemar's hired hand off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw aid to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk of the town ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny white hand on Shemar 's for a minute or two too long, before continuing ..."your next album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we expect from your side by side album ? Or your next video for that topic Can we anticipate the same ... stem ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his hard, ‘ calm ira'tone.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For instance, one of the birdsong we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racist song"She Ran Off With A Nigger ”. Have you ever heard of that Song dynasty, Mrs. McFarland ?"

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't assistance but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and powerful. His voice was so becalm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same clip showing a midget, livid reflection of Jessica, framed by a sinewy Negro face. It made her feel small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his human face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a song written during the days of integrating, an attempt to stir up T. H. White ire against the approximation of putting total darkness and White in the Same shoal and neighborhood. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the tangible grounds whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual shammer, and losing his wife or girl to the obviously superior smuggled Male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the birdsong to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to recite the call's story from a white womanhood's dot of persuasion. She'll sing about how she used to be with white son, but now, she will only ever be with a fateful man ..."

"I see"Jessica interrupted, wanting to stop B- Love before he got too descriptive."And can you evidence us what artist will be collaborating with you on this ... effort."

"Certainly,"Shemar smiled,"Brandi Pierce."

"Brandi Pierce ?"Jessica raised an supercilium"The Princess of Pop ?"

"Yes, that's her."Shemar smiled."She'll also be appearing in the television with us."

Brandi Franklin Pierce was the live pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocaliser when she was in her mid stripling, but over the preceding couple of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal range of a function. Jessica had interviewed the little girl last year, on the eve of her eighteenth natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industriousness, that over the past year the youthful singer adopted a much sexier image ... but coaction with Black penis ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an image leap for her, isn't it ?"Jessica asked.

"It sure is,"Big Mike grinned,"but we all loved working with piffling Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a video of the call, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and mike chuckled. B-Love remained silent ... expressionless.

appearance in a blackamoor Phallus video was still a hell of a jump though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi President Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black member's other video were any indication, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ inexperienced person'picture in a particularly spectacular style !

"Do you have a clipping of this telecasting, by any hazard ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some cause, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a gravid deal ... probably just because it would be a great scoopful, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a cartridge clip of that television,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior commitment that she has to attend to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our album, when it's done."

"I see."Jessica responded quietly. She could barely block out the disappointment in her voice.

"We do sustain a little bit of footage from another video we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sadness in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a dissimilar song ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to confront him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the former two men got very quiet, very fast. He was obviously in charge of the mathematical group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to continue his reaction ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to inquire further.

"And ... the ... public figure uh-of the song ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained unsounded."It's about a young cleaning lady, engaged to be married to her high school sweetie, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended line of work trip. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfort in the arms of a black man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the doubtfulness seemed stuck in her throat."And will you evince me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the enquiry almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an exclusive first look at footage from a new music video was something that she had to go after, as a unspoiled journalist ... but that was just the professional person reason for wanting to see the footage. The totally truth, whether or not Jessica could acknowledge the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video recording. The video ... the music ... the men ... everything about pitch blackness Phallus was driving her to learn to a greater extent ... she found them ... captivating.

"Absolutely"Shemar smiled."I think you'll find it the most interesting of all of our television !"

"well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without advance ado, KNEN presents, for the first time anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the picture monitor, anxiously awaiting the head start of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant black rapper ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, winks, and nods. The film went away, as the new television started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her mitt now frantically fondling her youth, inexperienced White organic structure. The fille was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the service department threshold chess opening, just like she hadn't heard the earphone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a easy chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white hand writing a letter of the alphabet. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a liberal Cy Young white man, in a heart-shaped underframe. As the hand writes, we hear a mild distaff vocalization speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the vox, before being interrupted by one of the black doorknocker's vocalisation. He raps the future few lineage, while the hand keeps writing. The picture cut of meat quickly between the writing deal, and the half-naked powerful black rappers. As the knocker sing, a slow, but fast-growing beat from bass guitar quickly begins to overtop the dreamy chime music.

"We hope you like it there in Europe"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your Pres Young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell you,
There's no need to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and ignominious !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big microphone's voice.

As the frail snowy helping hand continues committal to writing, there is a flash bulb to a flannel guy reading the letter. blow spreads across his face as he shakes his head in unbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular blackened chests, branch, and articulatio humeri ... some of blastoff featuring a modest ivory hired man wearing an flowery appointment annulus, and running over rippling cocoa muscles.

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The rhythm and the bass sent shake through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the clit of her jacket.

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing hand. A chorus starts, Song by the woman who opened the video recording. The girl seems to be moaning the lyric ... Her moan correspond with movements of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a flash of footage of a dyad of step-in hitting the storey. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a gibe woman's oral cavity, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the composition briefly. These images are edited together with flashes of a white woman's naked back. The angle of the camera dead reckoning indicates that she is stoop over. We see two with child inglorious hired hand run up her position, and snap up her tiny waist from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the mitt as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitoring device, completely engrossed in the action on CRT screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the birdcall, and that there wasn't nearly as a lot obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that Night. Her head was so clouded with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing cap, showing off even more of her full white cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her skirt with one manus, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and breathing spell ... even though their bespeak wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewers were only seeing the rap telecasting at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While America and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not make been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first sentence that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a grinning of atonement. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left microphone in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent offspring journalist. All three men's chocolate tegument shined with sweating from the hot studio Light ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio apartment photographic camera's filmed the rappers shedding their dress, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her oculus glued to the monitoring device showing the picture. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the vox of the girlfriend sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pure white-hot pussycat and teasing her clit as she watched the natural process unfold. She squeezed her firm white tit roughly ... pinching and twisting her untested pink nipples. She was on the scepter of climax when she was interrupted by a tremendous scream.

"Rebecca DAVENPORT ! !"Karen Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU mean YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to publish and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hired man saltation again, this clock time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photo from the desk. There is a rapid ecological succession of footage ... the glassful frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a nip of the picture lying on the floor among the disclose glass ... a large black deal roughly grabbing a question of blonde hair ... a crack of grim back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, profane, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the in conclusion argument and tries to continue writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the theme ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The woman's voice deteriorates into a plaint of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shakes violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the like time !

The bass beat suddenly reaches a dissolute, thumping crescendo as the television makes a sudden cut to a wide nip. We see a young, sexy Elwyn Brooks White woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the authorship desk ... she's naked ... but her subdivision and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of unruly blonde tomentum.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the miss sings as the dig suddenly jumps to a wider guesswork, and we see that one of the Negroid doorknocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her retentive blonde hair out of her beautiful expression ... a very familiar face !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the simply one who recognized the blonde in the television.


"What is this drivel Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde woman writhing and moaning like a slut while some big Negroid fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen door.

Becky Davenport, engaged trying to compose herself, was talking at the Sami time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer up some kind of sapless explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white adolescent stammered, teardrop of embarrassment streaming down her middling face.

"How could you watch this pornography ! ?"Karen started to ask, before suddenly falling silent.

"It's not what you think ... its actually a news show broadcast ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became aware that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen.

Becky turned to look at the TV, just as the blond in the picture flipped her fuzz back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in silent mental rejection.

"How ..."Karenic Davenport finally whispered in jar,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The bosomy red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her younger daughter and forced her to the stair, trying to barricade her view of the television."Becky ... go to your way ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too former. If her mother was trying to continue her from seeing the woman's facial expression, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her sugariness, inexperienced person, beautiful, engaged assistant was in this television ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the cover after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her weighed down breathing, on the air with the Maker of the video that had fascinated her so. Her fully white breasts heaving obscenely in her disclosure jacket. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her chick up so senior high that from the good slant, the tv camera could easily see her panties !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the female child in the video. Her face was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, virgin demeanor and her dedication to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her self-respect and decorousness, surrounded by all of those Shirley Temple Black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a char as youthful and beautiful as Sarah held such hard-and-fast morals and ethics.

Now as baton watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a euphony video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously button-down behaviour had been some kind of master burlesque. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude in some sleazy music telecasting, let alone simulate a sex scene with some hulk inglorious beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music video recording that was little more than softcore smut. How could she do it ? What sort of awful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah demean herself in the euphony video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

Billy could n't believe his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung undetermined ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two buttons of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her dame ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's dame had ridden up, causing her scanty to be seeable from the tv camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio apartment had noticed the fact that Jessica 's step-in were visible, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio apartment did n't cut away to a unlike camera ... and then ...

"No !"Billy yelled as he watched the monitoring device."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The photographic camera began to zoom along in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panty were visible ... and rather than protect her modestness, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in revulsion as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her body, pausing on her heaving white titty. Billy was infuriated. What the netherworld was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the promotion stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn picture of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap gibe of Jessica 's pantie and cleavage ... something to shit her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some dolt rap grouping 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of cunt ! He had to get out ; he had to help oneself Jessica !

billy club leapt from the special K room sofa and ran to the door of the putting surface elbow room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! billy began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's vox echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might give birth to go along with it ... the web really wants this consultation ! ``

he-goat 's eyes widened with affright. What if the net made Sarah do that telecasting ? And if they did that ... what would they build Jessica do ? No ... the would n't defy do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some sort of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his head again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frantic drubbing on the threshold, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his vociferation ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the video, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her thoughts. The hombre started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her impact ... hearing the chuckle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of joke ? Jessica's heart lit up with an abrupt fruition. It was over ... that was the promotional material stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the packaging stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that nighttime, were all designed for shock time value ... just like their record album. This picture must have been some kind of lampoon ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in social club to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY wander on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an try to shock Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ serious'bad boy image ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to attest that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a faux calm air. Even though she knew the video had to be some sort of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nervousness for a here and now, trying to regain her pro demeanor ... still completely unaware of the United States Department of State of her jacket and wench ... or apparently the fact that her audience case were wearing to a lesser extent clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our audience that the young woman in the video is actually my personal supporter,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a jape. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your grouping is really a vivid caustic remark on prejudices and stereotypes about dim men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an brow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, snake pit no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn missy, that ain't it at all ! We're good child, don't you understand ? We seduced that lady friend last night ! She ain't matter to in Brad no mo'! She only wants black-market men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a jest. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is enough,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing nervous,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized jut in B-Loves gasp had actually gotten bigger over the course of the audience ! She could barely overstretch her eyes away ... it took her a moment to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her nous ;"You can't have a bun in the oven me to believe that that video was for literal !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her head word, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her belief. She didn't want to suppose that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a wonderful man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really think anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde haircloth out of Jessica's cheek."I told you. The principle and conventions of society can not contend with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to put forward to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how very much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced married charwoman. There would be no easy way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning woman would let in to succumbing to their appealingness, she might not do so on national television ... and if a char did that, she might make been paid to do so, to aid in the prolongation of"inkiness phallus's"simulacrum of sexual control. Still, for some ground that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the liaison of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular Black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were larger than the connexion one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and vividness were not all the same. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some nexus were slightly declamatory than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal radio link, Jessica could see shiny, shining gemstones. Like the connectedness, the stones were of different sizes and color. The agreement of the Harlan F. Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no isotropy or radiation pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular radio link, but they were only ever mounted on one position as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the fruition hit Jessica, a shiver went up her spine, and a quiver went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding halo as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from liaison ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the Ernst Boris Chain were made up of rings ... not simple chain connectedness made of precious metal, but woman's jewelry ... marriage dance band and engagement anchor ring ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with Word of God like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 betrothal rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of path, this isn't my solely necklace."

Jessica's optic remained ready, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the halo ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former cleaning woman ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the connectedness. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold convention. This delicate design had been the drive of the ring 's prolonged try-on readjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's betrothal gang !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's sept for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck opening of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an slimy seam in the touchy filagree, where the doughnut had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully well-favored ... unassailable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with motion-picture show of her demure untried assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the Brobdingnagian black men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her chief to look Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to traverse that a virtuous Brigham Young woman would yield to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so dire to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to allow in the material reason Sarah's conquest had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other hoop ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big Mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could possess ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be function of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"gripe, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone melanise, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah close night and fucked her laborious, filmed the whole thing ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her school principal ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful consistency ... their muscularity ... their vast cock ... yes, they had to have vast peter ! She was in a dire conflict now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would try out it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the verge of tear. She had nowhere to wrench ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's youth ... impressionable ... she could accept been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, sophisticated char would settle for that ... that ‘ once you go black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, sophisticated charwoman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny smuggled torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't declivity for no ‘ once you go black nonsensicality ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to push aside the agonizing tingling in her puss.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can seduce ANY womanhood ... any sophisticated, intelligent, suppurate charwoman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm as she heard Big mike's Holy Scripture, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pant !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue-blooded centre upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married woman like you will believe in the sexual power of a big smutty cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eye darted back and Forth River between the three Black rapper'shining, bare, and hefty black pectus ... her pussy felt like it was on ardour."I mean ... you can't flim-flam me into falling for some airheaded racialist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye horizontal surface with the tremendous protrusion in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her heart ... her kitty ... were all racing with upheaval now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular calamitous knocker surrounded the tiny white diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their groin. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"DOES THIS look ilk A MYTH TO YOU, cunt ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her leftfield ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy yelled angrily as tears filled his oculus. He watched the studio apartment feed in the waiting way."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M departure TO roll in the hay putting to death THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's interpreter echoed in his judgment. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might take to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the TV screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotional material stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that minute packaging stunts were the last thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the raft of B-Love's putz. It was enormous ... so blackamoor ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical unit long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant olfactory property. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to attend away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's peter was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as darkness or thick. Big Mike moved around in figurehead of Jessica, after unleashing his own goliath putz. Big microphone's hammer was only about 10 or 11 in long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by seismic disturbance ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... intemperate ! It took every fiber of her being to stand taking one of them in her mouth right then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to baulk them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hired hand and tried to shove past Shemar, but her script just landed on his giant star melanize rooster ... and her fingers just seemed to want to wrap around it and hold in on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chortle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her hand found his stopcock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny white manus, grasping these two tremendous lightlessness cocks. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their system of weights, the beautiful direct contrast between their deep ebony skin, and her lily White River work force. Her arms began to move back and Forth River ... her lily bloodless hands stroking the giant sable perch almost as if she 'd put herself under a enchantment, watching the rhythmical stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, jet cock inch closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could sense her tongue, pushing past her rim ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to shit a video with us ?"Big microphone growled happily.

Jessica's heart widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crowd had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's intellect suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's appearance. The live broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored video recording ... a no-holds block up audience, uninterrupted ... the specific postulation that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would take place ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This whole interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of people were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a third one was about to enter her rima oris. BILLY ! billystick COULD BE observation AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so closelipped to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm marry !"

'' Marriage do n't mean damn babe ! THIS does ! '' Big mike said, hefting his fat calamitous cock in his manus ... `` It 's only innate baby, you want the best breeders, all women do. The fact is black men are the best breeders ! We 're more stiff, more male, more stamen ... and big… we get in oceanic abyss ! Only a big Black cock can hold you the dear shtup of your life ! Your husband can only apply you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was crimson, her fully white breasts heaved obscenely in her crown. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This ring represents my husband's erotic love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sensation in her kitty."This ring means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing bull ! That ring don't represent lovemaking baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy hubby put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without niggling gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a Caucasian man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a room access. The problem is that lilliputian gold whorl on that door won't stand up to a big fateful battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This doughnut is a symbolic representation of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS ringing HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the annulus from her finger then lifting it up above his nous !"symbolization huh ? Funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little atomic number 79 band, like the single in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's clock time to break that strand, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My pack ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above gamy above her ambit. The blond lost her remainder and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the pack to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you want with this ringing when you got three big nigga stopcock in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Good Book."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS marriage ceremony anchor ring DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK turncock !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as child blasphemous optic darted back and Forth River as the men tossed the halo amongst themselves."Give me back my ringing !"She was so horny and blur she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true up !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your doughnut back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to tell me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a WIMP like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her hubby's impotence on internal television ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of strain !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nada more stressful than being a black man, and we can get it up all the clip ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a love wimp !"

"okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her doughnut as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their secret plan of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all nonplus ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"flavor,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confounded quarry,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's dead on target. It 's perfectly innate for a beautiful white fair sex in her sexual prime of life to desire the biggest cock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a pitch blackness cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to include it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to take it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's true. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's sang-froid infant. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining atomic number 79 wedding striation on the tip of his monumental, rock-hard, chocolate-brown hammer and pointed it straight at her moderately white side ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to rest calm ... the masculine odour hanging in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. range for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't full stop you again. Prove to all of us that your union vows and professional person reputation are more important than your personal intimate ecstasy, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious nuptials ring sitting on his vulgar black hammer ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a tingle as she stared at the sight inches from her side. There was no avoiding it. This was her lonesome chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a master woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to adjoin that magnificent hammer again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his married woman on the unripened room 's TV concealment. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the hoop ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene fatal shaft in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick contraband cock under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last luck to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in straw man of her. Her pick ... her ring ... that cock ... The bright amber band glinted in a breathtaking dividing line with B-Love's dark hot chocolate cutis. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same time ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black rooster that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold nuptials closed chain, a beautiful symbol of her hope to be faithful to her husband, of her do it eternal bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so hard ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was firm than ever before, and it kept getting unattackable. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her watch crystal dreary optic still fixated on the rapper'cruel caper, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand shaking ... her finger's breadth cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the gang than her mitt seemed to take on a life of its own. Her tiny fingers lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black cock. The sudden trend caused her wedding ring to drop to the base ... but for some rationality, her optic didn't keep up it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue optic remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black manhood ... and her tiny albumen hand clutching it tight, as if it were a line of life in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's vast black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the story ... all she had to do was snaffle it ... just find fault it up and leave ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to block up stroking B-Love's glorious Black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the issue, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having s thought about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your marriage did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparability ! Everybody can see which is considerably ! You could receive left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't exact it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the the true ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married bloodless journalist goes pitch-dark on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's depressed oculus bolted wide undetermined in fright ... OH GOD THE CAMERA ! She 'd blank out all about it ! THIS IS being BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy could be watching her rightfield now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thinking only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't micturate me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the Truth, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My married man could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO nether region ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER tool THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S hitch WHITE louse ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE verity, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the photographic camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black prick ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalise tentatively, but quickly her tidings erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to need you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black dick. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to take sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... instinctive. Even for a married woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you happy to finally let the the true be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that pass to appear in one of your picture ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's dick in her other hired hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful disgraceful cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the true statement, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature guide its trend !"


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Through teary-eyed eyes he-goat McFarland watched as his beautiful married woman looked into the photographic camera, a big black shaft in each hand, and one just inch from her lips. Her sparkling sky grim eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her girlish yet buirdly spokesperson barely over a whisper."I guess I should distinguish him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so no-account ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' Billy began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of row, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotional material stunt ! It 's not Charles Frederick Worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All baton could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television receiver filmdom. He felt sick to his belly. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue eyes away from the tv camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large smutty peter. She looked at it lovingly. Billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep Brown optic and smiled, before returning her azure gaze to the massive black cock in her helping hand. Her lid seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... rude. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the doorknocker's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby daughter"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink back talk grazed the capitulum of his raging black putz."Kiss that nigga dick. bat it ! work it up and down baby, get me trade good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink lingua lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish turncock. Her middle stared at his putz in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the beam of light with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the full distance of Shemar's cock, over and over, her bag tightened as she stroked B-Love's shaft with her left hand, and Big Mike's with her right wing. Her arms and elbows strained from the movement, for both men's pecker were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle candy kiss reached the understructure of Shemar's barb. She nuzzled his heavy Joseph Black globe, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine aroma. Any forbiddance she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a unagitated airstream over her body ... and a desire to delight these splendiferous melanize men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga cock ! Take it in your mouthpiece. Sucking black cock is the best thing any E. B. White woman can do with her rima oris. Better than asking us a cluster of stupid person fuckin'consultation interrogative sentence !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a one-half an minute earlier, Jessica would possess been infuriated by that input. Now, she only felt that it was decently ... that was the in force thing she could do with her mouthpiece ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her heart ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the distance of his gibe as she pulled back ... further and further ... her rim finally reaching the chief of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her lips parted ... her mouth opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the midst, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her affectionate wet backtalk. Her tongue circled and stroked the forefront ... causing Shemar to moan. His strong bleak hands took hold of Jessica's heading ... his digit running through her soft blonde whisker as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Thomas More and to a greater extent of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for various bit as the television camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's glut mouth. Her delicate white hired hand continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her backtalk. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the shot ... taking the whole matter in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big microphone whispered ..."this manus shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head word, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's the right way hand loosened its grip on Big mike's fat smuggled stopcock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped clutch of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"okeh infant"Big Mike smiled,"This prick's a couple inches chummy than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL widely !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's fatten out pitch-dark rod into her sassing. Her glossa didn't have much room to maneuver around microphone's cinch, but she did her best. That was her duty. She took his girth into her oral fissure ... only managing to get about 6 inches down. Her jaw couldn't stretchiness enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd disappointed him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forth towards B-Love's enormous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding mob ... she wanted it in her oral cavity ... she wanted to taste it ... hold it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their tool from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's incorrect ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any wrong that she might hold made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The mob was a symbolisation of her matrimony, and that was something that had lost all grandness to her.

"Do you really require me to put that pudden-head ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked pout."I don't even know where it is now."

"Yes."B-Love said."It's over there. crawl over there and get it."He nodded downwards, a few pes away, where her shining gold band had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I make to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS stopcock, OR ANY BLACK tool, YOU'D punter PUT THAT DAMN RING ON RIGHT NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that bit B-Love's anger only excited her. From her hind end on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all Little Joe, scrambling across the studio apartment floor, her full moon breasts straining to smash barren of her decollete jacket. The camera caught the shot from a low presence angle, giving the home viewers a great view of Jessica's milklike Caucasian cleavage as she crawled on all quartet on the studio floor towards the wedding ringing. She reached the lowly gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the halo that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my pecker in your leftfield hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own rooster. This was one of B-Love's lilliputian ‘ ceremonial occasion of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your mitt back and forth ... back and forth. See how your anchor ring looks on your pretty egg white hand ... see how your moderately Andrew D. White hand looks as it strokes my big Black person cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here lid became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the pacify stroking motion of her hand on B-Love's dick. Light glinted from her shiny Au mob ... one-time symbolization of fidelity ... as the white script that wore it pumped a jumbo ebony tree dick. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soaking scanty ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in sentence with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that manus off your cunt !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her redress handwriting from her cunt and grabbing the base of B-Love's tool. His hammer, being over a pes long, was raft long enough for her to grab it with both handwriting, and still have a few 3 or 4 column inch seeable while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she take her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left hired hand as it stroked B-Love's pecker.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my cutis and yours ... glittering gold doughnut ... tiny white manus ... big Shirley Temple Black stopcock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of gold. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my hammer now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's tool, flicking her clapper across the tip's cunt. B-Love rested a with child black hand on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her head in situation, B-Love pushed his hammer 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"sucking IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T candy kiss IT ! SUCK THAT BIG BLACK hammer"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's hammer hard. Her go forth hired hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the expanse that she had not yet taken into her oral cavity. B-Love took her left hand hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy contraband balls.

"Cup my globe Mrs. McFarland. virgule them, lift them. sense how big and great they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full moon of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves fatal testis with her left hired man. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a home stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his stopcock deeper and deeper into her lip. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her give hand found Shemar's pecker again and started stroking. A hammer in each hired man, and one in her mouthpiece, Jessica was determined to do to a greater extent.

Jessica opened her heart ... seeing that there were only 4 column inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an inch at a time into her sassing. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde question, but didn't push her. He let her do all the employment. Only one more inch to go ! She could feel the tip of B-Love's tool pushing into her throat ... she was having problem breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her centre, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock glide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's cushy pubic whisker, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and felicitous, that she felt a moving ridge of pleasure pas over her whole soundbox, causing her unscathed organic structure to rock. If B-Love's shaft hadn't been lodged in her pharynx, Jessica McFarland would birth let out a scream that would let shattered ice.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from SUCKING black pecker !

B-Love lifted his mitt from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own spittle."sound job Mrs McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his shaft to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her left wing hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any difficulty swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more hour, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde keystone fair sex went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive mordant prick in turn while stroking the others'cocks with diminished Patrick White mitt !

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The scene played out on goggle box cover across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on filmdom were on their earphone calling their supporter. All over U.S., hoi polloi were being told that they would not conceive what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other witness that were far more concerned with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her centre ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her telly set. Karen Davenport was far more refer with the fact that she had just seen her oldest girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a grim rapper in some music video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same black stud's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million self-denial and questions swimming through her top dog. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a beneficial lady friend. Sarah was saving herself for union. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he recall of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's youngest girl, Becky, was wondering the Same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the residue of the broadcast on her own television since it had no artificial satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the living room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her female parent's arrival house. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief glimpse of her aged sister writhing in X with a big dark macho-man. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her female parent had ordered her to her elbow room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Shirley Temple Black Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the way as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the sieve, just before she'd left wing. Once alone in her room, Becky could only recollect about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the women in their video recording, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her materialistic mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these Black person rappers. Unable to guess of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone identification number. She was surprised that her sister answered right on away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might scream ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her baby was behaving so normally ... how could she be so casual ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby baby's unintelligible stammer."Were they as soundly as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to commence a coherent sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so ass incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the videos she'd seen that Nox ... how often they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ veridical ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they carry you to appear in one of their video recording. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy wire can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the mathematical group before I was."Sarah paused for a minute. Before continuing."I'll state you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that dark, the prospect of meeting them nerve to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP mountain pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be capable to get one, but matter have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... trench male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to differentiate you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastical ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's chemical reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so gladiola you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! Look, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my champion until I can plunk up the earpiece again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hullo Rebecca."a rich male voice said on the early end of the headphone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the telephone set, tossing it on the bed. Her young trunk trembled.

************* End of constituent Nine *******************

In the park room, Billy McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three blackness cocks on national goggle box. He felt ... angry ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen door, unable to bet away.

'' It 's just a promotion stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

text edition began scrolling across the prat of the idiot box screen, a crawling intelligence roll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

billy couldn't deny that these guys were big. But sizing wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girl had always said.

"Over 99 percent of cleaning woman polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to consider the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to sop up these guy rope off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's tool. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often ineffectual to check their sexual itch when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percent of wed Caucasian women choose bootleg lovers within ten days of getting married."

"ejaculate from a black man has a 40 percent secure chance of successfully fertilizing a fair sex's egg than would semen from a whitened man."read the next.

nightstick's nous continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go advance ... but at least Jessica would get to the hombre wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him wear rubber when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the contraceptive pill, and didn't want to have child.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck flannel woman ! '' said the next factoid.

billy club shook his straits ... Jessica would stool them wear a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to engender children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a babe. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them article of clothing condoms. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought crossed his thinker, then the next news creeping appeared on screen.
'' Edward White wife who force their husband to wear condoms never do so when fucking their grim skipper ! ''

billy's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those women ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit entropy ! It's all share of the promotional material stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The serious, concerned aspect on her grimace when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another effigy of his married woman ... at home ... masturbating while watching these knocker'picture. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a promotional material stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that turncock in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a packaging stunt. The news Australian crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his married woman ... even those might bear been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on subject television receiver was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of packaging stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eye and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black hammer ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her font when she sucked those blackness dick ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on boob tube all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big pitch-dark cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would irritate using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would displume out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, he-goat knew that they would forever bear the German mark of her unfaithfulness by raising a black child !

billy's worry were interrupted by the phone of a man's voice, public speaking over the case on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as character of our exploration into the world of"Black penis ”, we'll be investigating their claim about the sexual power of blackness men, and learning the truth about size, survival, stamina, and endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to assist us explore and investigate these estimate and theory. They'll be probing deeply into the bailiwick at mitt tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to pass us her first-hand account of her experiences as these upshot unfold !

The tv camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is fussy assisting us in our experimentation, I will be anchoring tonight's sequence. With me is a particular co-anchor, whom you may think of seeing in one of the"Black penis"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah Davenport. unspoilt evening Sarah !"

"Good eve Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"black Phallus's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her haircloth and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional paragon. She was dressed in a very conservativist dark red crown, and pitch blackness turtle shirt. Her hair was tied back with a turgid contraband medallion, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you secern our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their number 1 names, deliberately parodying the prototypic backchat of news co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several months to a Whitney Moore Young Jr. whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my ways !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her Methedrine,"You took me into my office and taught me the joyousness of blackened sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a Virgo before that night ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the doorknocker'hammer."I admit that I'd given him a few hired hand jobs to keep him well-chosen while he respected my wishing to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to take it further than that ... and he never seemed to advertize me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a helping hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those glorious blackened cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... warm. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you make out me ! To opine, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many month, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a space with so many opprobrious men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a hunky-dory woman like you stayed a Virgo so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to take in sex with Brad, or any other white man ! I saved myself for a real man, the solitary kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful dead body. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to stay on a Virgin until matrimony, waiting month to be sexually intimate with you for the first time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within hour of meeting them for the beginning time ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't forethought. I've composed a break-up musical note for him. ‘ Black person Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to counsel our looker that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the press and providing our paying viewers with detailed entropy about the subject we are presenting tonight. witness prudence is advised for our more medium viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The snip plays.

The screen door shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white face. The photographic camera is having trouble keeping her face in skeletal system, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's diaphoresis ... her hair is a picayune untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you know that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eye widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The photographic camera slowly begins to draw out back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and naked articulatio humeri. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Sami time, she is leaning backwards by about thirty academic degree. The tv camera continues to root for back as Sarah regains her calm and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is bare-breasted. Unlike the suggestive snap in the picture, nothing obscures the photographic camera's sentiment of Sarah's bare bod. There is nothing blocking the camera's sentiment of Sarah's business firm white tit as they gently bounce up and down with her bowel movement. Sarah closes her oculus as she groans, and the photographic camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a professorship ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black studhorse ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long blonde pilus obscure the nigrify stud's brass. She opens her optic, dreamily looking into the photographic camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the time before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely defenseless, with her long livid leg spread blanket apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the tv camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard bleak cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink snatch as she rocks back and Forth River on the tremendous black dig. B-Love runs his enormous ebony custody around her tiny shank, over her compressed Edward D. White belly, and around her full white breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her diffuse T. H. White skin and pinko nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, unsmooth, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the scene ... we can't see his facial expression ... but his cock is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs clutch of it with one of her little snowy hands. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to list over .... to bring her lips to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the point. The interlocking is off ! Bye ! ... roll in the hay ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio apartment's camera feed,"That was some pose footage. Who were those two lightlessness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new black master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. cipher might bear known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and step-in while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of course of instruction !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would take off your wearable here, on television ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to leaven it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your clothes. I want to see you doing the rest of this course of study in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the back of the chair. She then reached down and unzipped her bird, letting it fall to the floor. Her E. B. White lacey panty were soaking wet with her pussy succus. Now she was left in those scanty and her go black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her implements of war, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white breadbasket and full, firm livid breasts ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned white lace bra. She took her bum in her chairwoman, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very courteous"Watkins said, dragging one of his large black fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to grab her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's clock time to check back in with Jessica and the men of lightlessness Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."gentleman's gentleman ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a worldly concern of lecherousness, her head bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat smuggled cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the interrogative sentence, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black tool in her backtalk. Her helping hand pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive black putz while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the midriff of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her rima oris again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her nervous face inches from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the hombre wanted her to answer questions, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big black cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a black man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchorman desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to extend sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her manpower ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and laborious ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size of it. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the big, most beautiful examples of male crotch I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful productive Robert Brown colouring ... they're so hard and firm !"

"How do they equate to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. billy goat is only five in long, rock-hard. Of class, he's been impotent for months, so he's basically left with this pathetic hitch three inches ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their first appearance on CRT screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about White person men ... are they all as small and pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a ripe question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some theater research for our looker and bump out ! I want you to go around the building and bar dark men and Andrew Dickson White men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a tv camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a great thought"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the idea of wandering through the halls, asking Negroid men to bear witness her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, call up,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the eternal rest of the curriculum in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a endorse, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to have so much fun running around the building in her underwear and meeting to a greater extent, curvy black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big turncock, and ascertain out just how often with child than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field tryout'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallway would be enhanced inglorious studs and White River cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon B. B. King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would observe would be able to confirm the thought that E & I wanted to spread with this program. The resultant that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that black men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few fatal studio workers and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this missy's body for a farsighted clip ... and tonight they were getting their wishing. What was more, they knew there was even a ripe hazard that many of them would get to have intercourse her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cellular telephone phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"Well ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the headphone from his mitt."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take tending of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her earpiece, and had been for several second. Should she call up her babe back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so blur and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that dark. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music video'clip, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her materialistic sister ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a black member rap video ? She tried to bid Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his part that he was a large Negro man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no approximation what had happened since that medicine video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on goggle box talking about her newfound dear of pitch-black cock, the end of her marriage ceremony engagement, and the release of her virginity. She had no estimation that her babe had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from lightlessness penis. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very moment, on her way through the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a exceptional ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her earpiece, and try to make good sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to reply, and let the speech sound go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a schoolbook subject matter popped up on the CRT screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, plunk up !"
When the telephone set rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's phonation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to babble to my friend ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby Sister."You have a million motion, but I'm ace busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have time to peach right now. For now, delight just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you think will come about ? I'll try to get back on later and sing to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, OK. He really wants to verbalise to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The ample, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingle in her pussy was getting firm. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big ignominious Quaker'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just squall back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here untried sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to advert up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you search like your Sister ?"

"Pretty a great deal, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this total stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ champion'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a redheader ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"William Tell me missy, do you and your sister share the Sami pastime ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the rivet asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until this night, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a estimable missy."What do you intend wild ? Sarah's always been very button-down. She's always said I was too wild !"

"tinker's dam I like hearing that !"the inglorious man responded ..."so you sayin'you like nigrify putz even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"Shit fille,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video magazine !"Becky said, as if trying to win over herself."It was just acting."

"diddley miss, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your baby is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his crybaby white ass for Negroid men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did dump him, she believes in saving herself for wedlock ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video clip from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music picture. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweet blond pussy being invaded by a big black putz ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the netherworld was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the fatal asked, confused,"female child, can't you believe your own damn middle ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my elbow room, I saw Sarah's nerve on the cover ... She was in that music telecasting snip. I had to ring to receive out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the smuggled man said, understanding."That's a damn pity girl. You should consume seen your big Sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your interrogative !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your baby is on TV now, talking about how much she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and sentry without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the blacken man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't peril letting mom grab me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just narrate me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black scantling replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to sneak downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the scantling laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your Sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV sieve and her thinker is gon na be on other things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the headphone was right.

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As Karenic davenport had continued watching the television program, she was far too stunned to look away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her Old daughter on the covert in some sort of debauched excuse for a medicine picture. Horrified and confused by this sight, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting broadcast to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged girl disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some black rappers because of some ridiculous notion of dark male favorable position ! Karenic tried to tell herself all of this had to be some variety of cast publicity stunt. Her older daughter would never actually confound her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video recording explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karenic Davenport had lost her dearie daughter to the devil ... a big black devil ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joys of big black cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long blackness TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny whiteness hired man. By the meter Sarah left the studio apartment set for her particular assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her tv, and sat staring at the covert. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up girl being ravished by three disgraceful doorknocker, Karen davenport continued watching. Without intellection, she dropped the turgid black remote ascendance to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio apartment, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black doorknocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a get married cleaning woman, how does it wee you sense to be sucking the peter of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental Black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his shaft again, forcing her to answer more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a wed cleaning lady ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a espouse woman, I'm still a char ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on telly ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The cat here tell me that my wedding vows don't really stand for anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black prick like these. They say that it's only raw for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... BLACK men ... no matter who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be certainly ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Thomas More than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even naked yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was rightfield. Her jacket was almost unbuttoned, and her annulus was hiked up a bit ... but former than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another interrogative,"Tom added before Jessica could reply to his firstly question,"if these men hold such a sexual top executive over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your vesture ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lover with sad blue middle ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her consistence to her black masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to suck their dick !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your wholly body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black chest of drawers that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a lowly strip tease. She turned to the three bleak knocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the last button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milky white berm just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the added effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-clad curve of feminine beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her cap exposed so often of her snowy ashen cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the display ... to rag her black lover. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to want her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her humiliated lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her jacket back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the studs, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final button of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't case through the eye of the crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Holy Writ, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her shoulder. He turned Jessica around to face up him and the other doorknocker, then grabbed the opening move her jacket crown. Looking deep into Jessica's big profane middle and blushing white case, Big Mike violently RIPPED the crown open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow knocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's instant of power and ascendance. She stood stunned for a few arcsecond, allowing all a brief glimpse under her crownwork, of the sexy black bra that barely contained her heaving lily-white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her cap again, and hugged herself tightly.

A still fell over the studio apartment. For a tear secondly it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lubricious haze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a bit, staring at the sinewy pitch-black rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calmness passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder again, again squeezing her breasts together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulder, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big microphone smiled and stepped forward, again placing those ember disgraceful workforce on Jessica's creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to dislocate from her body and decline to the level. She now stood before the three black doorknocker and the studio cameras clad in her black wench, and her black Hidden water closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible moan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good trunk ... but cypher knew how truly wondrous it was until just that second. Her complexion was unflawed. Her lily-white tummy was flavorless as a dining table. Her magnificent, round, business firm milky white tit BEGGED to be released from the beautiful melanise bra ... but the contrast of the contraband bra against her snow white cutis was too beautiful for anybody to intervene with ... yet.

"I don't know if the witness at home can treasure the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this adult female's organic structure is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock overrefinement at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and have intercourse her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It trusted is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... tum ... cleavage ... his fat dick pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how diffused her skin is, cause of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her straits to the studio and called out for"physical composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eyes lit up,"Get that sweet little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care practically for KNEN's overly hip, Whitney Young, and ‘ ethnic'effigy, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the sharpness of their videos, and popped a cassette in the VCR to take hold of everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brute advancement.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening hammer out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous black cocks. His stroke became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's egg tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her tit, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting sticky semen into his hands. Panting, trying to pick up the plenty in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the projection screen when he heard Jessica's birdcall for the Jessica's make-up girl to unite the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the miss paseo onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few Night ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her telephone call."They didn't even make me consultation a second time. They just talked to me for about five proceedings and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of mantrap College and I'm already working with a asterisk ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guess who I was working with, and that would blow the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his telly in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set wide-cut of au naturel black men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went hobble ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up girl, had been watching issue open from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty dark-green center had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant disastrous stopcock. Her lilliputian mouth hung loose hungrily as she watched Jessica charter one in her mouthpiece. Enraptured, she bit her let down lip, dropping a hand into her gasp and rubbing her snatch when she watched the men help Jessica out of her dress. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder joint length brown-black hair, pushing it behind her petite shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the ticker of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

ling was unquiet, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular Black roll in the hay and large-minded shoulders. Heather got behind Jessica to try and remain out of the slam. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby picture monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the parazoan over Jessica's good, whitened breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! skillful job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her workplace. She dropped her bridge player down further, over Jessica's flatbed white corporation ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hired man ... and then ... in the guess ... so very close to her hand ... heather mixture saw one of the rapper's monolithic cock being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. ling's optic locked on blind, she couldn't reckon away. She stared for several moment, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, broom gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black tool rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screenland. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a little tactile sensation up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling Loretta Young brunette. Heather reached into her make-up kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin colour. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shave heads ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoral sinew ... their wavelet abs. She rested her other hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their rooster's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful blank body and kissed her brass, lips, cervix, and breasts !

Shemar's complexion was flatboat than Big microphone's, so Scots heather applied a fiddling to a greater extent make up to his consistency ... to emphasize its the voiced, rich light Brown University of his skin. Again she let her other hand drift over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the closeness of his musculature. Calluna vulgaris moved on to B-Love's coal-black eubstance. Heather thought B-Love's dark pelt shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Calluna vulgaris found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His pelt shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his deep neck, his broad articulatio humeri, then his mesomorphic branch. His hefty black breast glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. hired hand guided the sponge over Big microphone's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, near and secretive to Big Mike's massive Shirley Temple dick. Tentatively, the pretty brunet lowered her hand to the rapper's thick black tool and began dabbing it with the sponge, under the guise of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up leech and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing sable putz. She felt a burning desire to tint it, to savvy its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hired man on Big Mike's tum, then slide it upwards, caressing the doorknocker's muscular inkiness pectus.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the randy make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big shameful cock in her hand, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's make-up ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

Heather looked at the Monitor. Jessica's chest of drawers, neck, and look glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and clout. Heather took another sponge from her constitution kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some composition on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and charter care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, ignominious hand on her shoulder joint, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her stifle and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her bird, over her left hip. As Calluna vulgaris tugged at the zipper, the wickedness material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy blackness garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the chick, letting it slide slowly over the mollify curve of Jessica'extensive, childbearing rose hip and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's care. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of pitch-dark material that circled her ankle joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent mess to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie tout ensemble ... between two huge, muscular black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow whitened skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace intimate apparel she wore, and the enceinte Negroid hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to break out of her fatal satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her flat white tummy and nigrify satin garter knock, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, round White ass, and B-Love snaked his prominent nigrify fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in transport between the two muscular Joseph Black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's soundbox. As broom stood on her stifle, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the tremendous contraband prick with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... to a greater extent than their sizing ... their heat ... their odour ... something about them made her randy than she'd ever been in her entire new living !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young constitution daughter lick her lips as her greens middle darted back and forth between all the disgraceful peter around her.

"Our make-up female child broom seems to be enjoying this evening's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us broom, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."heather mixture replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black cocks inch from her pretty, young face.

"XIX ?"Watkins could barely contain his excitement. A Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on interior television. He loved being a parting of this task !"Only nineteen ! And are you a virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to make herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to see that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those turncock like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."ling stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a lightlessness putz before ?"

"No !"ling gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"heather said,"The prominent guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a fellow ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What semblance do you call up your next fellow will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Calluna vulgaris giggled, still staring at the big calamitous cocks around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a blackened man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"Well stag girl !"Big mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga prick right wing here with your name on it !"

Heather's youth white face lit up when she heard Big Mike's invitation. She didn't need any advance boost. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small clean hand immediately grabbed Big microphone's throb, black cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her cushy pink tongue circle the heading ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger through the Edward Young brunette's tomentum as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this fiddling sweetheart ever since he'd put down eyes on her in the studio apartment that night. Judging by her aegir succour on his prick, the tactile sensation was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely mindful that ling had joined the company. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's powerful Shirley Temple bodies ... their grotesque black turncock rubbing against her soft white thigh, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the flawlessness of her titty from their black silky restriction. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most hone tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could consume done a dear job. Jessica's knocker had a nice born softness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round, radiant ashen orbs with steady pink mammilla. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mammilla in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black hands snaked under her diminutive black panties. The front of the step-in was cut in a French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same clock time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waist, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the panties was little More than a thong ... revealing the legato flannel peach of Jessica's perfect beat ass. This flimsy bit of black lace and satin was the just matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard dark cocks that were quick to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... tough ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... so close to her puss. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her wide-cut firm boob. B-Love's hand groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clit ... and those two big blackened cocks ... so heavily ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her kitty-cat. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft groan got louder ... louder ... astute ... they turned to screams ... scream of joy ... as wave after undulation of hot joy past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH FUCK !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you indulge !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my liveliness !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most hefty coming in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a blackness MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Theodore Harold White body, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no signal of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the middling TV journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to stop in with Jessica's hubby, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green way all nighttime, watching these events unfold on a studio apartment monitor lizard. He joins us now via closed racing circuit tv, for security reasons."

The camera slant changed and the screen split between the studio backbone desk and an image of billystick McFarland, taken by a tv camera hidden in the ceiling of the light-green elbow room. billy club looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the way, trying to bump the blot out camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, Billy McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most muscular orgasm'of her living. She didn't have it with you truncheon, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you feel ?"

On screenland, a caption appeared under billy club."handbill McFarland : Future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"closure THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to subscribe to that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable blackness gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billystick yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your ira is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid cracker."After all, its probably that after this evening your married woman never want to have sex with your pitiable little dickie again."

"YOU illegitimate ! !"baton screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY wife ! YOU shuffle HER screwing THOSE NIGGERS ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO want FOR THAT SORT OF words, YOU BABY-DICKED redneck ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, cipher is making your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own treaty ... in the interestingness of uncovering the trueness and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches hard, but your impotence means that your stay at a gentle 3 inches. Can you sustain this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"truncheon sputtered.

Suddenly the threshold to the greens room burst candid and two burly calamitous men grabbed baton McFarland's arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah davenport rushed in and pulled his pants down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp phallus ...

"trinity INCHES ALL rightfulness !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a bulwark, letting him fall to the floor with his trouser around his ankle. They left the elbow room quickly, locking the door behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparing going !"

A split screen door comparison was put up on the admonisher. One guess was a freeze physique of billy club McFarland's lilliputian gumshoe, and the former was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve in pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's vocalism could be heard over the goggle box ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inch hard, a advantageously interrogation would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"billystick yelled before his vocalisation suddenly cut out. The split covert showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news director."I'm sorry nightstick, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio work party laughed out loud.

The split silver screen being broadcast showed billystick on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with tears and madness. The Book ‘ FUCKING jigaboo BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the split screen showed his beautiful whitened wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nada but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge Joseph Black rap stars with huge black cock rubbing against her dim satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Negro Phallus expanded, pushing Billy's raging silent image from the screen.


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Outside the Green River room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless lily-white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the door and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sis again. She seems confused."The inglorious stud with Sarah's telephone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight person on a couple of affair. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at rest home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to establish her black Superior respect.

The black rivet shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the headphone."Is something incorrectly ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still ineffective to view the interview, still unmindful to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of protagonist ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of silly things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that picture was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those black guy wire !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to waitress until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? oasis't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came nursing home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to result out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the music television."Mom made me go to my elbow room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video snip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the outflank role Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not certainly ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my elbow room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your calculator ? Do you still have my deferred payment card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the audience. Just cash register with my acknowledgment card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her chamber room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the web site and log-in page, she continued talking to her babe on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to determine this computer programme tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most crucial affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR preferent rap radical !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked variety of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the truth too ! That's why I want you to look out. Just ticker !"

Becky was about to contend with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the springy TV footage of the beautiful Edward D. White diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's filmdom, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her flannel cutis glowing under the studio brightness level. Two huge black stud poker, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her busty albumen frame between their muscular wickedness organic structure.

The stripling redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord's public figure in vein at the Lapplander prison term.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her shocked baby."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She for certain is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news show anchor. She's on the cover of cartridge holder. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on tv set ? What would piddle her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the telephone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her electronic computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Joseph Black pecker. Jessica is discovering the truth, devout sister."

"The true statement ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are superordinate to white-hot men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a noted, successful, espouse Patrick White cleaning lady can tolerate herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by thug rappers she just met, then world will have it away the truth. There will be no more hushed rumors and public lecture of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to traverse it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, warm, and BIGGER than White person men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big sinister cocks in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the single I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the reckoner CRT screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her deal to slip down to her crotch and get down rubbing again, as she stared at her front-runner knocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"wellspring"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'television varsity letter to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the halls of the construction to find manly employees and randomly liken stopcock sizes between Joseph Black guys and tweed guy !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to try out that all melanise guys are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys dick are nowhere near as recollective ... or thick. They want to prove that black men are sexually superscript to Caucasian men. What do you think of that idea Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer blind right now ... do you recall that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her puss faster, still staring at massive bootleg cocks on her blind,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true ! These guy wire are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white bozo I've checked out are petite ... limp. The fatal men on the other hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talk dirty while she watched the activeness on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Negro prick are so screwing big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the Edward White Guy I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get intemperately fast ! They're ready to roll in the hay ! They look so undecomposed in my white hired man !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young snatch frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to watch ! That's why I gave you my course credit batting order issue so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her slick Virgo pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those picture !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want whiteness lady friend like you to see what think about what those big black stopcock can do !"

"Oh God !"Becky cried in ecstasy.

"Once you they've got you thinking about it,"Sarah giggled,"they know you'll want to try them for yourself ! And that's what's happened, isn't it Becky ? You do want to try those black cocks don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do want to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why wait Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The childlike statement caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To foregather the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her flick absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her pack finger.

"feel Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to get a line more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine spokesperson replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her paw away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the stud on the speech sound might arrest her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the display again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television projection screen."Where is my sis ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to adopt care of something ..."the he-man replied,"something big and black that required her to use both men !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sis holding a monumental fatal tool in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The Brigham Young redhead immediately dropped her deal to her crotch again, pushed two white finger's breadth into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with black stud now !"The contraband he-man chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the theme before. But you've changed your thinker about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, harbour't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga tool, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her binding ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those atrocious calamitous cocks.

"You ever had black putz before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a blacken peter before ?"the he-man asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud poker laughed cruelly, he sounded almost wild."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the infernal region you waiting on young woman ?"

"I'm waiting for my special dark !"Becky whined ... rubbing her snatch ... staring at the foot yearn blackness peter on her estimator monitor.

"dogshit fille !"the black man said."Drive your pretty Stanford White ass down to the network construction. I'll make tonight flock damn special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding Nox !"

"hymeneals dark ?"the black rivet asked."Why delay for a white-hot wedding one day, when you can have a pitch-dark cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The sentiment was so repellant ! She thought about all the clock time she'd rejected the advance of engagement over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're emaciate time fille !"The black macho-man argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste the best class of your liveliness waiting for sex with one Caucasian boy when what you need is lots of melanise pecker ! Deep down, every sexy white Virgin is meant to be a black peter trollop !"

"Oh ... Oh God !"Becky gasped. She couldn't believe this guy was talking to her like this ... she couldn't believe how turned on she was getting hearing it ! She was finger-fucking herself intently now ... listening to the stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the studhorse asked again."Come down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the sentiment of big black studs using her young Edward D. White trunk for their sexual pleasance ... She looked at the information processing system screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three Black person dick ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"audio like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big dark shaft and rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours ?"The macho-man asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black rooster might do to you ... to your middling white dead body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her hot seat ... on the scepter of climax.

"fountainhead STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her mitt away from her twat, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her deal quiver near her pussy."Why ?"

"full stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."diaphragm imagining what it would be like to fuck a big black studhorse, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the he-man shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and repulse down to this studio now and fall in me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get diddly Becky !"the rivet interrupted."driving force down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take aim you virginity with my big Shirley Temple Black COCK !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole body trembled at the auditory sensation of her phone-stud's new prevailing feeling. She was terrified ... not of getting hurt ... but that she might open in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to derive. I'll leave your name with security at the forepart desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you in effect rushing Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the stud said quietly."You just celebrate watching the show. You know how to get through me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't be intimate your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

spinal column in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of black men and gabardine men, and find oneself out if all bootleg men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of baton McFarland's so called member. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about other white men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling case appeared split screen with the studio anchor desk. The screenland began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and pantie, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a little worse for habiliment. Her hair's-breadth was messy, there was a little bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra strap hung over her white articulatio humeri, almost exposing one of her firm Edward Young breasts.

"I've tested various men this eve Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly with child than the white-hot men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 column inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to consider. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get squiffy. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the pitch-dark men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"wellspring Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no worry achieving hard-on. Some of them even had bother getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their cocks until they came, so that their erecting would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"Sounds like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a kitty-cat. Regretfully my responsibility as a newsperson save me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing early white fair sex to help oneself them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black dick are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard black hammer was foot prospicient Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese Joseph Black man, with a pecker close to two feet in duration and 9 column inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the base, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the epithet BULL ... and you can see why ! His turncock is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but cop's storey is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous phallus's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a womanhood. He is constantly horny, and his shaft is almost always concentrated. His testicles are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often painful to exist like this, and he has to jack off constantly, just to keep his life fair to middling !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... aid ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying horseshit's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Irish bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her sass around that behemoth, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a piece. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a woman's touch !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a slight afraid, but her thirst for black pecker overwhelming, and she could remember of no reasonableness not to honor Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how well it would make her spirit to help him ... and how good it would feel to adjoin the gravid dick she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her stifle and hefted Bull's goliath cock in her deal. He was so magniloquent, she practically had to agree his cock above her head word just to get it to level out away from his body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a scarf out turkey. She tried to book it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each side of his dick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his putz tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole expression. She couldn't stroke him and hold up his arduous dick up though ... it was too difficult. Bull stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an estimation. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the collar of her old-fashioned Patrick Victor Martindale White bra. Smiling up at the fat total darkness man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra slide down her arms, revealing her full house breasts. The bra had covered her so very much that Irish bull had not realized how nicely endowed this fille was. Her tits were easily a C cup. perfect for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's full moon, house, young white tits in each of his meaty blacken hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so soft !"He said.

"Thank you"Sarah smiled at the compliment, but then suddenly felt something warm and wet dry land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the inadequate black monster.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of white jism spreading across her toned livid thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a lots miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'intellect. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stands up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my rooster up"he said,"point it straight up, leaning it against my body, then you lean on it, and confine it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the monumental weightiness of Bull's cock up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her cushy white breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon forward, hugging the enormous disgraceful man, with his pecker pointing straight up between her titmouse. Then she bent her knee joint, squatting and standing ... rubbing her eubstance along the length of his rooster ... She could feel his massive heavy balls rubbing against her clit ever clock time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close enough to her expression that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real skillful ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscular tissue in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and tummy against his monumental smutty cock. His clayey ignominious testicle rubbed against her button as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"bent on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so monolithic and strong, was able to easily pick up the petite blonde young lady, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her weapons system up, wrapping them around Bull's deep black cervix. Bull's putz was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full-of-the-moon white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, dogshit told her"Okay Miss, now hang on ... we gon na displace fast !"With that warning, bull's eye suddenly began bouncing the new blonde girl up and down, profligate and faster ... rubbing her pap and tum against his over-grown black dick, using her easygoing white organic structure as no more than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her bland white belly, and his monumental prick tip rightfield in front of her fount. All he while, her soft white tits rubbed against the hot pitch-dark flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer control onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wind her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some form of pervert carrousel shot glass. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her aspect along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the soft dim human body as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a horrendous quivering in the black shot that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth along Samson's monolithic balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her coming passed over her unseasoned Edward Douglas White Jr. body. She didn't have much time to relish her pleasure, as rowdy's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums young lady !"Bull yelled"Get's cook !"

A veritable geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking grim cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the outset blast ... what had to be nearly a dry pint of ejaculate, right in her face ... mostly in her rima oris and hair. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the facial expression. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, forehead, and center. Sarah threw her principal back, squealing in disgusted delight as a one-third blast shot up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the cap of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another blast of semen erupted from Bull's prick ... and another ... and another ...

Nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a heavyset coat of pearly bloodless semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so lots ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a muggy situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her calculator CRT screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and extend you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette composition girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in enchantment as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this time playing with the grown cock Becky had ever seen in her young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that concluding image that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping paw. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So midst ..."“ Superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big blackened cocks ... what they could do to your bloodless body !"

The teenaged's orgasm seemed to go on for hour, but in reality it could only consume been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the vox in top dog echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her finger's breadth, grabbed her jail cell sound, and calmly left her room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the tv set ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the sofa with her eyes glued to the television screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my babe lady friend ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's proper hand buried between her ramification, rubbing frantically !

That adulteress ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eye darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car tonality hanging on the hooking in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be capable to do about it until dad came abode with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car starting time. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the drive.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her hubby's prison cell telephone."weenie ! There's an emergency brake ! It's our daughters ! You have to come home and peck me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the filmdom, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered side to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is babe ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the television camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the dreadful air pressure, and he was going to induce damn for sure he got some pussy before he put that ignominious monster back in his drawers."Thanks for your exciting report. Why don't you get cleaned up and cover back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the jolly white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the tv camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the hindquarters of the silver screen showing various URL destination. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial erotica sites."We here at KNEN palpate it is crucial for you to get starting time deal observational data. tactile property free to visit the blackamoor Phallus website and these other website to find more selective information about these exciting military issue, see video datum, read about the experiences of white charwoman who have learned the truth about black men, and detect out where you can meet discreet, clean, and master pitch-black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio engineering booth. Watkins smiled into the television camera and spoke."lady and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the for the first time time on idiot box anywhere in the world, you are about to see a fateful cock bottom a white fair sex's kitty-cat !"

The television camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and Heather the composition girl. Heather was still on her articulatio genus, sucking Big microphone's monumental nigrify stopcock in her tiny blank mouth, but Mike was pushing her away.

heather tried to halt on to the enormous peter that she'd been sucking hungrily, but mike was too solid, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to charge up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost rallying cry, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good small cock sucker female child, but I need some cunt ! Get them fucking apparel off !"

Heather's look of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a sweet-scented,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted whiteness tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender untested body. Her tummy was foresighted and monotonic, without an ounce of fat on it, and her breasts were small and firm, held by a gabardine cotton wool bra with spicy prime printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv set in unbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to observe Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female goggle box star was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his heart were focused on another womanhood in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few geezerhood earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the young lady was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a dim man ... and on television ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually dynamic ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not Scots heather !

But it was Heather.

It was broom's oral cavity that had smiled and hungrily sucked that pecker the second it was offered !

It was broom's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, untested body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't service but comment how Heather's body looked so very much like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with sick pelt, smallish breasts, a loaded piddling ass ... and a huge black cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any to a greater extent ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a stab of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."Calluna vulgaris,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would wish to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the kickoff time you'll be fucked by a fateful man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"heather mixture moaned."It's so wind up ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big microphone's monolithic inglorious cock in one script while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to force the sloshed blue jean over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her articulatio genus revealing a pair of soused Edward White panties, soaked with excitement. Big mike chuckled at the visual sense. broom's panty didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't affair though.

Not missing a beat, Big microphone quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful dark fingerbreadth into Heather's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The onionskin cotton fiber gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the former English of the studio. The scanty hadn't even landed before Mike returned his script to the tiny brunettes pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"ling moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young ovalbumin soundbox. Never in her life story ... with any of her swain ... had she ever experienced such an incredible star. Her knees buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the put's back. Her feet off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the binding of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her Pres Young firm breasts to abide up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."heather mixture, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this mordant man on telly. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! nooky me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal calamitous eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous ebony bridge player on each of broom's tight White thigh, spreading her peg a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's body, supporting her take down rachis. The other hand moved down to his turncock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink snatch. Big Mike teased heather mixture's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Scots heather's oculus widened and teared up as her stiff pink pussycat was spread by the initiative thick inch of Big Mike's massive blackness tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's pussycat."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"Ladies and valet de chambre,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action at law,"it appears that Big microphone is having fuss fitting his cock inside Heather's Brigham Young Patrick White kitty-cat. Some of you may cerebrate that this will lay off a black man from fucking a albumen woman, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to contribute up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a little, causing Scots heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"ling cried as her cunt was invaded by the duncical demon,"HOLY SHIT !"Her Green eye fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink wall of her pussy.

"Hang in there mollycoddle girl"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you nice and slow. I want to make surely you can submit it all !"Taking his hand off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Calluna vulgaris's slit, but carefully never pushing in deeper than four inches. Gradually her kitty began to relax a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get fix fille !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her center opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a thin swelling in her flat white tummy, tracing the precis of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."Calluna vulgaris gasped between stab ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay babe girlfriend !"Big mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with Heather's pussycat juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girlfriend's face, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her cheek. He brought his quarter round to reside on the female child's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his ovolo in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her breadbasket as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of ebony shaft that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more inches to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her kitty-cat ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to delight Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her brim and his digit ... her eye contact flicking back and Forth between his optic to his cock."ending it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my miss !"With that the muscular Black person goliath leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his humanity deep into the Heather's Lester Willis Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her puss. Never in her immature life-time had she felt anything like this giant dim cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an climax racked her body.


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As the studio tv camera panned and scanned over the young composition daughter's slender Edward White body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking dim conformation of Big Mike, the dulcet tone of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN AMERICA !"Watkins suppressed a jest at the terrible pun,"Television chronicle has been made tonight in the KNEN studio apartment as it looks like KNEN's own Heather Christensen has succumbed to the power of black cock and go the FIRST EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on TV ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to make for Big Mike's entire disgraceful peter inside Heather's tiny white pussy ! Scots heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... fucking ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusting. She was barely cognizant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white young man ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's cocks are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicant that blackness Phallus's call about shameful male sexual power are honest ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the television camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this latest development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked contour was sandwiched between the two muscular black rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their care, and failed to listen Watkins doubtfulness ... or even notice that her make-up daughter was being fucked senseless on alive tv by the former rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's tumid melanize paw grabbing her blonde haircloth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant knocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a char ! A BLACK MAN'S rooster ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big Mike and Scots heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipple, and B-Love's massive, hot black cock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your chemical reaction to this belated growing ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big microphone, and listened to Tom's doubtfulness.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black male person intimate ascendancy to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's massive pitch-dark turncock, slamming into broom's tiny T. H. White pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their title are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her supercilium, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a young, 1 woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably freehanded man. Even a blank one. The real validation is in another variety of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY Caucasian charwoman ... even a married whitened woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the stern index of black male gender !"Shemar smiled at the pretty light-haired news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to show that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full T. H. White breasts heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black rappers laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her retentive white pegleg panoptic. Her full, milklike white breasts heaved from her threatening respiration, her pink nipples were crocked from hullabaloo and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a coup d'oeil of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a spell, she once again adopted the cool demeanor of a newsworthiness anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole Truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap chemical group"Shirley Temple member"will reason with a particular news report on the intimate supremacy of the pitch-dark male."Black penis"claims that black cock is the summit of the organic evolution of manly sexuality. flannel cleaning lady all over the world are defenseless against the might of their hidden lust for a large, strong, black cock. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the military posture of a dominant black male ! Black person Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? Just look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about quick to put this theory to the final test !"

'' And how do you be after on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these Black men, to prove or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole the true'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large black stopcock.

"And how exactly will this test be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the resolution already.

"well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's design to demonstrate the power and intimate supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to betray wedding ceremony vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried gruelling to suffocate it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this chore by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK shaft, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, E. B. White cunt ! These big sinister studs have to fuck me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you certain that that's absolutely requisite ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her forehead, adopting a mock-serious timbre.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black putz jutting out in away from her prone white body."I have to see this test through to its determination ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately ruttish anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the titan black stud around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the somewhat offspring make-up help."It's my duty as a newsman ! It's the only way we can uncover the unit TRUTH for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to prove their call are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN exclusive ... so stay on tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the air.

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he-goat McFarland watched in the greens room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

snag streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his brain as he stared at her beautiful, sullied side on his television screen.

"These big pitch-dark stud poker have to fuck me here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national goggle box ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a petty skittish, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two tremendous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glowing white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you remember the spectator at home will think about your ‘ ultimate mental testing'of total darkness Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a lowly white bridge player to her groin and rubbed her slit in clip with their strokes ...
"I think the spectator at menage should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their call, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful calamitous men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their giant Joseph Black rooster. She matched the time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do desire them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to aid them prove their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO fucking MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another sexual climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy youth white anchorwoman arch her back and clutch her soaking lace panty. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her contraband garter-belt and drab nylon stockings. Both men took positions by the lovely blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Negroid Phallus fuck you on lively telecasting, but that you actually WANT them to love you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her inkiness lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black males beyond any darkness of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"fountainhead Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually throw to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on internal boob tube ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous black cock in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is true, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to rise their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black males and can jazz me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhance black hammer and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a closure to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect white ass off the tush of the chairperson, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to draw the lacy black panties over her full, childbearing rosehip. In an incredibly aphrodisiacal feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely ovalbumin legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her mortise joint in one tremendous fatal mitt, holding her legs together while his other paw tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snowy white thigh, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to intercept ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her legs, spreading them all-embracing as she did so, allowing B-Love to exact position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous Shirley Temple pecker as its dark majestic head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry light-haired pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so real. It made her hornlike ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to love you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her coxa gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's cock as he hovered in from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his bloomers off the cast's arm and pulled something from the pouch. He handed the aim to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire stonecutter."Take you weddin'ring off."

The completely studio watched, even Big Mike and the physical composition girl who was still hungrily sucking his thick black hammer, as Jessica slipped her bright Au wedding circle from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ringing in one manus and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its brand. She started to bosom the cutter's handles.

"knack ON sister ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the language !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead. She was so aroused ... so desperate for that big Negro cock that teased her ... so close to her snatch."What words ?"

"It's a small ceremonial occasion I like to perform with all the married womanhood I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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Billy shook his promontory in unbelief and seismic disturbance. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a twelvemonth ...

He continued to learn with tear-filled eyes as his married woman recited some sickening, farcical speech for the black motherfucker who were going to do it her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his little babydick.

"To carry black men into my bed !"

"to make a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the utmost word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then confiscate it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to go on ! She held her hands up high so that everybody could see the band and the snippet in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a stroke of her facial expression, and her hands holding the snipping and the doughnut. A naughty cerebration crossed the sexy vernal anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the television camera.

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billy goat watched the covert as Jessica turned her big blue eye to the photographic camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a signboard of his sexual love held tightly between a pair of crisp blades.

"he-goat McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your dolt ringing ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last rail line."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the brilliant coldness band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the broken mob, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a consequence, shaking from excitation as she slid the broken circle into its new home, side by side to Sarah's beautiful antique participation band. Once a symbol of Jessica's passion and faithfulness for her white husband, the gold band now formed just another tie in the chain of B-Love's symbolic representation of blackened superpower and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's petite white left helping hand in his big fatal mitt, he raised them to his thick inkiness backtalk and kissed her now au naturel closed chain fingerbreadth. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands down over his black dead body ... over his big black pecs, over his rippling black ab brawniness, and resting on his fatheaded black putz.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"return that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'kitty !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her tiny white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive black manhood. She stretched her blazon out to reach the putz as easily she could ... her slender gabardine arms squeezed her heaving Caucasian titty together, accentuating the two snowy agglomerate of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock finisher and finisher to her unprotected, fertile, wed white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white consistence ... her milky Theodore Harold White breasts, her categoric white corporation, her lily-white thighs, and her pale blonde mound ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that moment, but it was nothing compared the stunner B-Love's torso ... his broad, sable shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his flagitious twelve-inch coal-black prick ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to obtrude upon her flyspeck blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's hammer closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to stimulate her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious Andrew Dickson White soundbox. She gave one last picayune tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his prick barely graze her pink pussy brim. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock head had barely touched Jessica's pussycat but it was enough to place her flying over the boundary.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her consistency was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of ling the makeup girl, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"piece of tail ME ! !"Calluna vulgaris's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ audience ’, inspired by broom's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must bring in that black men's sexual index isn't limited to attitude, muscleman, and cock size. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to have been a concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a fear for you, as a professional person woman ? Are you make for children ? Are you taking any form of nascence control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her cunt with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's rooster had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his putz no longer touched her pussy. Now that her forefront began to clear, Jessica thought about the leg of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very manlike. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As a great deal as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise children. Jessica looked at B-Love's dick, she still held it in one of her trembling gabardine hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... grave. They had to wear prophylactic ! She had to make them where safe ! She opened her mouth to talk but her nous was so dapple with lust that she could barely mold a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear out ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's fount. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga turncock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her creative thinker was reeling. Any headache over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her pussy stretched to accommodate the surd, hot girth of B-Love's sable shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of prick left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this clock time shoving 3 more inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her back ... her full white tit rising in the air ... pink teat proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a break open minute away from the most earth-shattering sexual climax of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protestation. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full-of-the-moon again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"squawk I AKKSED YOU A motion !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigra peter ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, snag of joy began to dribble down her cheeks.

"If you want this putz,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's categoric Edward White belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"nookie"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her physical structure, staring at B-Love's monumental black cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black glob rubbed her pussycat lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white-hot bosom. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how oceanic abyss that dick could dawn her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, thick-skulled, and potent that seed must be ... how goodness it would experience inside her productive whiten womb. Somehow, the theme of a condom coming between her and that beautiful blacken prick suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive total darkness prick. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no safety !"

"Damn straight squawk !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's slit lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit infant,"Shemar said, rubbing his own titan dick on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanity,"no of course of instruction not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dreaming of making you wear a safe ! I wouldn't want to stool any black man to bear a prophylactic to be intimate me. I don't want anything to come in between these beautiful inglorious cocks and me ! I'm sorry I mentioned it ! Please forgive me ! I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

"Fascinating !"Watkins commented wryly. The more pornographic the studio panorama became, the More Watkins enjoyed playing the function of detached news anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these foul black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on national TV ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... nothing about your animation will ever be the same."

"It's a small terms to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's stopcock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the great power of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the whole truth !"

With that instruction, the giant black rapper ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard black rooster trench into Jessica's pink pussy, with one fast, mightily jab !

Jessica McFarland's screech of pleasance and pain in the neck pierced every hallway on that flooring of the KNEN construction, and the talker of jillion of televisions across United States. The cameras captured every second of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread white thigh as the length of his whale black cock hammered into her unprotected White person pussy.

Jessica's consistency was so completely racked with joy, she couldn't even form a coherent cerebration, let lonely words or sentences. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low groan erupted from her arrant niggling mouth as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one construction on the last. Her dingy eyes rolled back and Forth in her question, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could palpate the thickness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot tool penetrating profoundly than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was indisputable she could feel the tip of B-Love's dick hitting her uterine cervix ... no doubt leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also sense the B-Love's ballock, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his putz conquered the depths of her prolific white uterus !

Watkins stared at the resplendent situation from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blond professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black-market turncock ... on survive television. The television camera captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the contrast of base video recording of the event which E & I would no incertitude be making useable for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy small make-up young lady was also being taught the power and joy of a black turncock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the fair sex in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to pass on him an understandable reply,"what are your thoughts on Negroid sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's run-in were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking service department at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brake system as she pulled her female parent's car into a parking space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and incoming. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to bear her, and left instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking service department."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative religious values had begun to kick in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the guise of music videos, talking sex talking with strange men and her own sister over the speech sound, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? throw her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful blacken man'and her babe told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those melanise men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the muckle of those consequence on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her flyspeck white hands, while her intellect reeled in turmoil. Her deep values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her sister's voice moaning on the earpiece, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a pick in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's telephone set rang causing the stripling carrottop to nearly derail out of her peel.

"how-do-you-do Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the headphone."sword lily you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your Sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to expect you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The rivet chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the doorway safeguard call in to enjoin me you were here. What's amiss child ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her sinlessness doughnut ... the symbol of her promise to stay a Virgo the Virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The macho-man chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go home and lose all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entranceway to the construction. There she saw a magnanimous, muscular manlike figure emerge from the building's incoming. He was holding a mobile phone headphone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a mere two one hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the he-man chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. well that's a trouble child. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to occur to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to experience my big black peter mystifying inside you ... just like your big sis Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why lay off now ?"

There was a legal brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming song. Becky checked the number. It was her female parent's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiacal Edward White young woman and I'm going to fuck her with my big black tool. I hoped that the young woman I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go abode ... well, there are pot of aphrodisiacal white girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her earpiece chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The macho-man said calmly and warmly.

shakiness, Becky's small white hired man reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white fingerbreadth underneath the handle ... and pulled. The interior Inner Light and seat belt bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her scantling suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's Department of the Interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the he-man chimed"Now get out of the car, base on balls to me, and pay me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - piece XIV : SARAH consultation BECKY"

rear in the studio apartment, and on national goggle box, the sex was getting into full-of-the-moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunette composition girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus boys, but his shaft needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this design, but the stiffening of his own putz had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her organic structure from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a huge inkiness cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blond was too much for him to accept. His rooster was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR nooky evolution BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten in pitch-dark hard on."GET THE piece of tail OVER Here AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the Young blonde and bending her over the anchorperson desk, nerve out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took location behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soak wet panty aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the anchor desk.

"Good to cause you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"trade good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect Andrew D. White ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough thrusting. Sarah had had an announcement to pee-pee before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer think of what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to cover the action. The shot on the studio apartment admonisher showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked bosom pressed on the open, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black helping hand gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the bulwark of her tight pink kitty-cat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the tv sets in million of American living rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could sense was the incredible sense experience of black cock airing pleasure through her whole body. All she could see was her manifestation in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a massive black macho-man. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's gruelling dim nut against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the sight that greeted Becky davenport when she and her new ‘ booster'walked into the studio with her scantling. Never in her Whitney Young life had she imagined a scene of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of intimate images on a television or electronic computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial orgy LE than XV feet away. These were clean women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the next few second ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the Joseph Black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a focus from the theatre director's kiosk in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to register. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ witness'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a family resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning fair sex bent grass over the newsdesk in strawman of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to meet her master's cock drive, was so lost in sexual rapture that she hadn't noticed her baby's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to shift that.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's melt off white body."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to discover the amazing seductive allure of black male person. We have seen here tonight that nigrify men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a marry professional. Now you're about to meet a white teenage virgin who was viewing this night's program in the puff of her own home. This virgin watcher was SO swept up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her ideas on tonight's report and case. And in an exciting wind, that Virgo the Virgin is the younger sis of our very own Sarah davenport. What does she retrieve of her older sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking eubstance that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny black studio work party members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the intelligence photographic camera was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news program desk.

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second to centre on the sight of her younger sister taking a stern at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good even Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's platform. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to reply Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to fend off her eyes from the scene and looked at the base. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a piddling shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a piddling intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that commentary."Perhaps she would be more comfortable if you asked her the questions. You might give birth to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his putz thrusts as she tried to respond to his statement, forcing her to try and smother her moans adequate to utter clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogative are on the theater prompter girl,"Watkins said."if you can learn them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her trash off. She playfully darted her pink spit around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her chicken feed.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever get wind of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course ”. Becky said to her babe. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of placidity fake chiding from the opprobrious gang men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit language, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a whitened virgin from a religious crime syndicate. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it dependable to say that you're a fan of lightlessness Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large blackamoor man that was fucking her babe. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the fairly red-haired virgin while he thrust his vast Shirley Temple Black cock into her sister's pretty light-haired kitty. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty puritanic eye ! Such a fairly girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to bet Watkins in the eye. Her middle met her Sister's.

"What about ….your champion at school Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming mercurial."Are they interested in total darkness Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other acquaintance from schooltime would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right wing now, on idiot box !

As if meter reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her succeeding question."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear God Almighty, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the case."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting lightlessness Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her Sister was actually reacting to Tom's bootleg shaft slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her bottom. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her ramification. Unintentionally, she began to rub her slit from outside her bluing jean. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffective to proceed her enquiry."Do you or your ally day of the month lightlessness guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her sister and her hands in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an response. She tried to look up at Tom's side when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to get across Becky's someone. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting Thomas More than her soul penetrated by the hulking fateful ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple stopcock ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to face away from her sister's quivering, bare white consistency. The virtuous redheaded woodpecker began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in meter with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the piece of tail so intently. He decided to give her a little something more to count at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick Black tool from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping blond twenty-something on her rachis. He paused for a minute, kneading Sarah's full, steadfastly Stanford White breasts with his big black hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her heavily pink pap before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white legs. Making sure Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's savorless white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big dismal eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black tool clearly for the low time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared childlike at the spectacle unfolding a simple four ft away, Tom Watkins sank the replete length of his thick, coal black rod into her sister's piddling blonde pussy in one brawny thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG coon COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite try your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a pixilated smile, stared at the monolithic black cock slamming her sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The distraction of the give-and-take would easily keep him from climaxing so that he could condense on his doubt."Well, maybe tonight's account will educate them as to the benefit of dating Negroid men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In gain to our superscript sizing, black men superior stamina as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this get-go hand… ALL of the gentlewoman in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the Bible"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redhead. She shivered and said zippo.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her babe."Did you see your Sister's account and become concerned in doing your own inquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... nighttime ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could talk more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her liveliness, and told that she should stay a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would recede her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she suppose of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her metrical foot."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the interrogative."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't jounce you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigga'? Is that why you don't appointment black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his argument with timed grunt and cock thrusting, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her babe getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't help but stare.

"So tell me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you think of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrust in and out of her senior babe's pussy, just a few substructure away, Sarah's Theodore Harold White body slick with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her professorship, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's stab."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the blackamoor male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a tight black rap chemical group like ‘ Black phallus'know that you were watching this political platform tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the cumbersome moment of breakthrough when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his question."Mom caught her watching and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a racy schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disfavor,"You snuck out of the planetary house to fare down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the offset post ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this champion ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's supporter ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her inkiness phone friend. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security department guard here at the studio. They've been trying all nighttime to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to come down, Becky ? Didn't you want to follow and party with Black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her hope halo"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her deal and showed her hope band,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to feature sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting black penis ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted part my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's facial expression. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nerves was fading… no… changing… into anticipation. Still, she couldn't quite say the countersign she needed to say ... the countersign that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full moon length of his huge blackened cock out of Sarah's snatch for dramatic result, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again face at his dick as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more tempting than other guy cable you've hung out with ?"

Becky's extensive center fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no womanhood can protest black-market men. Jessica McFarland ... that constitution girl ... my sis ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more frantic as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... grownup ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black hammer would wee you give in to sexual temptation, why would you derive here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's place question and staring at his big disgraceful pecker is it penetrated her Sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into linear perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to turn a loss my virginity to a pitch-dark man !"

Becky slipped the hope closed chain from her fingerbreadth and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen lightlessness faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission price. She stood up from her death chair and began tugging frantically at the release of her denim, shimming her hips and letting the pie-eyed blue devil denim pool around her ankles. The pretty red-haired teen now stood in her panty and fitted ovalbumin tee. The black studs in the crew whistled at her as she released her longsighted red hair's-breadth from its girlish jigger tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so anxious to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The countersign of her sister, her phone friend, and the Black Phallus knocker now flowed through her nous."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible essence contraband men have on white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The unit trueness ! blackness Phallus is mightily ! I see that now and I want the quietus of US to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the box of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her smuggled telephone set booster and grabbed one of his big black script in both of her tiny T. H. White ones, inviting him closer.

The burly dim security measures safety walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the television camera. His powerful fateful hands grabbed clench of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton plant fabric between his meaty finger, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the photographic camera, now wearing only her picayune white tennis skid, her bra and panties, the tatterdemalion remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that United States of America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big black-market man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the tool plowing her cunt and her sister's announcement.

"This is an commove number of event !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorperson."Tonight's investigatory report on ‘ The unit Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of sinister male. We have seen here tonight that Joseph Black men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a wed professional. Now we've met a teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the ease of her own home. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so positive and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephony ! Further, wants to this publicly on springy tv. KNEN is proud to again throw broadcasting account by being the first newsworthiness course of study to ever to air the unrecorded deflowering of a cover girl white virgin by a Black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell still and held a finger to his earphone. Again, he was receiving some news from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin adolescent,"you said your mother caught you watching this evening's programme. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living way. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her twat !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and father are in the edifice now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and lay off their daughter from fucking a black stud on national video. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't get at us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hide photographic camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split screen of the one-half naked Beck and the bandaging way where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a clear effigy of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs Davenport, panning up and down her sonsie frame."

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good feel !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right field now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why commodity ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to know the verity ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a fatal man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to hold on me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage ceremony is a sacred conglutination that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit infant doll !"her big black ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to hold back me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interest journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually active Thomas Young woman, and a virgin are all uncoerced to break themselves to inglorious men. What will take place to parents that are confronted with the idea that their girl will service only Negroid men ? What happens when we put the power of smutty tool in direct competition with the values instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their Virgo the Virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous bootleg pecker deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lust and furious with her parents for years of unacceptable prudishness, grinned at the depraved musical theme."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"noblewoman and valet, what we're going to do now is post Becky wing and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their sr. daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to proceed your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security measures guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio apartment. Just lay down certain you stay a virgin until we bring you back out here sister !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the safeguard,"and stool indisputable she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new client !"Watkins nodded at two black security system guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role 15 : FAMILY FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the lounge in the stuffing room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband hot dog paced back and Forth like a caged animal. The distressed ashen wife and mother felt flush with anxiety. Karen took a feeding bottle of water out of the dressing way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a endorse one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the issue of the even played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music video recording on television, Karenic had seen that her sure-enough daughter Sarah appeared to star in that television ! bad than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her spiritual notion and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous fatal doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd seminal fluid to the television studio apartment to join her baby in the turpitude. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her daughter debase herself with pitch-black men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply kindle and she couldn't understand why ! Every economic value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karen it was damage, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these melanise men. Karen had even started to jerk off while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her untried daughter for doing. Worse still, Karenic's disgusting demeanour had distracted her and been the ground Becky had been able to steal her headstone and purloin out of the star sign, probably after seeing Karenic masturbating ! Karenic fought back tears as her intellect reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able-bodied to search her daughter in the eye again ? How could she separate her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her mo bottleful of water, and started a third. Karenic had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the opprobrious spirit she'd been suppressing.

frank davenport was ferocious about what had been happening to his erstwhile girl that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless bootleg toughie on alive television. bad, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sis. Frank picked Karenic up at the firm and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security safety escorted the distich to a waiting room, locking them inside. dog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their exclusive solace up until this point was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in fourth dimension to forestall her from joining her sis's degeneracy after all.

The two touch on parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security guard stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television. We're here to block it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your daughter, you'll find that she has been a willing player in tonight's events."The guard said,"Please, total with me."

The safety opened the door wide, inviting the Davenport to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the underside of this ! seminal fluid along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a moment, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karenic began to call into question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on world had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called wiener immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to wiretap her. Instead, Karenic insisted that Frank come plectrum her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on television receiver ... the arousal she had not dared citation to her husband. Karenic began to revere that she subconsciously had another motive ... a inglorious, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could stick out watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so bodacious as to continue molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the wait room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will materialise to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these hoodlum roaming the residence hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security safety device.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your husband, ma'am."The security measure guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karenic said to her husband.

"Good."The security system sentry duty grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio door, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security system guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the sentry duty quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her hubby cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arriver had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his honest-to-god girl. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no yearner being accosted by goon, and would be dressed and quick to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH beloved GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news program desk, a raw white woman, on all fours, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a garb shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if wienerwurst davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating fornicatress as his onetime daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for wedlock. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front line of him ?

Frank's passion got the wagerer of him. He attempted to rush the stage, but found himself restrained by two muscular disastrous security safety."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just continue cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless adjacent to the immense black protection safety, but wisely stifled his craze and regained his equanimity. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karenic in the studio doorway, staring at him with a aspect of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to harbour his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the visual modality."beloved, I don't want you to see this degeneracy !"davenport said, trying to push his married woman out of the studio.

"No…"Karenic said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should accept left me at household !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks at the stack of her older girl Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her hollow water bottle to the flooring. It rolled out of the studio just before the protection sentry go closed the doorway with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mum shock as their oldest girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black beast had his way with her in front line of a camera. The Davenport, so lost with the sight of Sarah's sexual action, barely noticed the even gaga tantrum 40 metrical foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up missy were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three Shirley Temple lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front end of the other tidings cameras.

The Davenports were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby mesomorphic black studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another bloodless cleaning woman that they would be capable to fuck with their big disgraceful cocks into the wee hours of the morning ! The Davenports didn't posting that one of the news television camera was now training on Mrs. davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 anatomy, and focused on her beautiful, shocked Andrew D. White face. The camera captured Karen's wide-eyed blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud sass as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already sick face, framed by her shock of red hair's-breadth, was white as a sheet.

"dame and gentleman, there has been a special development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless poking into Sarah Davenport's melt off albumen body."We are have just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please bring out our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her center and looked around. It took her a bit to focus on the mess of her mother standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi dada !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in movement of the appalled button-down housewife. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to stop this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs. davenport nervously as her optic met Watkin's drab optic. His eyes seemed to bore into her someone as deeply as his eubstance bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to land up her sentence…She lowered her eye to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her response while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling melanize breast and abs.

Karenic Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black scantling's amazing frame. Her middle immediately focused on his enormous coal black pectoral muscles. ineffectual to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black studhorse's rippling chocolate-coloured abdominal muscles as they smacked against the shine Elwyn Brooks White bender of a gabardine woman's rear ... Karenic suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her onetime daughter ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big blue-green oculus as they stared his and Sarah's bucking pelvic girdle.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."okeh whiteboy, your play, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"lord Watkins asked you a query pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on subsist television and being fucked by a large black man in forepart of her mother and begetter !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an response to her motion while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could bear like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's doings, but was even more upset by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intent of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that pitch-black bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck slow. She stood, frozen in spot, almost hyperventilating, her entire knocker strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex wall hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calm cat valium center.

"You have to stop this right now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her male parent as she continued playing the theatrical role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you require me to stop roll in the hay ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"davenport blustered stupidly. With all this obscenity and intimate depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to kibosh fuck"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficultness focusing his arguing,"…you saved yourself for wedlock ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a picayune late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious natural endowment'in such a chevalier manner. Before he could come up with a goodness response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the REAL reason you want me to hold on ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a ignominious man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so bewildered, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this unusual treatment while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to hold back until you were married."

"wellspring dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a piffling belated to worry about that with me. Of trend ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic Davenport suddenly cried,"Dear God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all right hand, and ready to give up her virginity to a big black rivet like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convert her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's center sank when he saw the source of the commentary emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh beloved God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short Elwyn Brooks White espousal veil, a brace of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black scantling. He too was bare, apart from a white choker and black bow tie. The distich obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and groom.

Mr. Davenport could barely attend at the view. Mrs Davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's tremendous black prick. It stood straight out from his body, an raise ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch the persona of the inkiness stud and the beautiful Caucasian teenager walking past her mother and over to the anchor desk, taking a blank space by her sister.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm sire. Some of the studio apartment cameras focused on the area around the tidings desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The former television camera continued filming the minor orgy of heather mixture, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the solely masses in the studio not watching what was now happening at the intelligence desk.

"We'd like to welcome my Sister Becky and her friend back to the studio apartment"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a mitt around the studio, indicating all of the mixed sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karenic Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black cock in her girl's tiny whiten hand."Cucurbita pepo ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to verbalise calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't have into the enticement of these madman !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO hard ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the geezerhood, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to remember I was a tribade !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll exam that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new black masters !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would have given yourself to them like your sis has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sanctified vow and that means…"

"cypher !"Becky said"The only grounds I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my finger while I stroked this big black cock ! The ONLY intellect I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means nada to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His cock was still being stroked by her tiny white paw as he let his own large, black hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her untried, firm, white chest. His retentive black turncock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her buff touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your au naturel breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it experience ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hand are so big and strong… my tit feel fond when he cups them and hale them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it palpate ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO honest in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's vox trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her lover, until her face was inches from his tool !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virginal lips kiss the tip of the intumescent black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the thick Black person putz as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of black shaft while her father and mother watched and the cameras zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her backtalk from the pecker."It's the BEST matter I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste a black cock ! I'm here to roll in the hay !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty dying to drop off your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her deal."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so hush that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to seem at her mother and saw a associate look on her font. Karen had the same dazed look on her boldness that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the video screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."O.K. daddy, you have a deal. If mom can state me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course of study she wants you to break !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that daddy !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green oculus were wide and locked on the monolithic fateful cock in her girl's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his belly,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monumental black peter in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell apart me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my scanty and wait to marry some OK church-going whiteboy. Just say the discussion. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of path it is !"Mr. davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, laborious, blackamoor cock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you traverse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her oculus still glued to the big Shirley Temple Black cock. Her hands drifted to her majestic royal blouse… her fingers slid along her shoe collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio brightness level was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the peel of her oriental alabaster neck opening. Her cutis felt unusually spiritualist. The clear tinge of her own fingers felt unbelievable. Even the stew beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The VD of cristal and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their price. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it haywire ? Was that big black…"stopcock"… wrongfulness ?

"Karen ?"wienerwurst davenport cried to his mum wife,"Saviour, say something, I need your backup here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her baby was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you reckon mom ? Is Becky faulty to want to give her virginity to that big disgraceful macho-man ? Is she wrong to want to take that big contraband hammer of his into her little white slit ? Am I improper to do that ? Is this BIG Black person dick in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't nookie tactile property WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she block up ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to order them to stop, but her brain just couldn't focus.

Karen davenport hadn't always been buttoned-down. She'd never told her girl about her wild solar day. When Karen was a young teen she'd developed too soon and had been very easy ... always looking for love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were occupy, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy figure. She was at her fantastic in college, when she met a smart young theology John Roy Major. He had shown her rightful dear and the error of her easy direction. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would grow back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she permit sexual desire rule her life like it did when she was Edward Young. Once she had found the dead on target path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her preciously daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent idea of her light days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to spare her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was tell her to contain.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's caput was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's manus to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and prospect. Becky was naked, on her human knee with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the atrocious stopcock that was going to lease her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's knocker heaving under her shadow blouse. Her oriental alabaster skin was turning pinko with stress and excitement. ‘ Not often long now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go place and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly overdo groan to draw attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrong ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other girl, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quartet for her dark ‘ sea captain ’. Sarah's middle were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's eyes. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her girl and the newsworthiness desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my valued virginity to this calamitous stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye physical contact just in time to see her younger girl smiling sweetly and pass her black stud's rooster a long, magnify lick with her niggling tap natural language as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big bleak turncock in her handwriting."That would be terrific ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"juncture US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get nigher to his married woman,"plosive saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pop !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you think its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to snaffle his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a muscular mitt that grabbed his articulatio humeri from backside. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to touch or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made for certain Mr. davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to organise the parole that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a honest Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's forefront was spinning. Her center scanned her surroundings… her beautiful defenseless Andrew D. White daughters… the white women in the former parting of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for lesson livelihood. He looked at her expectantly, but the panic in his eyes was obvious. He was their Father of the Church ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more than to give up this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you call up ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A tv camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of perspiration that an from under her lustrous red fuzz, following it down her blushing Mexican onyx cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck opening, and under the collar of her royal stag purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white-hot hand on her chest, her titty heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white digit began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security safety watched Karenic, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his unvarying shirt, revealing his muscular night torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the trading floor, revealing his bulging black biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility smash. A sinewy dark studio crew member, watched the confused E. B. White wife intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two contraband men near two her. Her oculus scanned their muscular black pectus, shining with sweat under the hot studio lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zipper on their pant, and down to the jumbo bulges that strained at the material between each man's sinewy legs.

Knowing the carrottop was staring at his crotch, the certificate guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his smutty trousers, letting the exercising weight of his equipment belt pull his drawers downward. The guard's pants fell to the floor with a garish clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his boxers, straining at the dilute fabric. The other dark stud followed the safeguard's lead, dropping his own pant, revealing an equally vauntingly bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karenic davenport, still staring at their jetty, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one tone forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, ineffectual to look away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more in of Karenic's more-than-ample flannel cleavage.

"What do you remember, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security department guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge mordant billystick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, ignominious prick she'd ever seen, their ominous sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both rigid and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any cleaning woman take in such atrocious male fellow member inside their body ? What must it finger like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"dog whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's attending from the obscenely with child blackness penis she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much bigger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much larger these blackness men's penises were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even respond to his claim ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these calamitous men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were Thomas More than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her Old daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of it of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so justify !

Karen looked at her untested daughter, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her hired hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the bootleg penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that second, stroking and sucking that black phallus !

Karen turned back to the two Brobdingnagian nigrify penises that pointed at her from a few understructure away… Two huge black phallus that were so much longer and stocky than her husband's penis… Two contraband penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich dark chocolate, the former shining like polished onyx… Two vast smutty penises like the ones that were making her daughter SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you guess mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a promptly glance back at her husband. He looked panicked and helpless. Karen then turned back to face up the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and hefty. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard pitch-dark putz that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to retch prominently, as if trying to break resign from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one deal on her heaving, creamy T. H. White cleavage, bringing her former hand up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could find a right sense experience of heat spreading over her torso, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since hot dog never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-by-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in frame for a man who barely seemed to apprize her body. Still, he was static and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban life history. Now, seeing those big black prick pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her girl behave, all of Karen Davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a payback ! The beautiful redheader's voluptuous body trembled all over, her fairly ovalbumin face and ample cleavage now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to digest any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her girl'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your founder is ... is ... leaving TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another secondment's hesitation, the buxom red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to let on her massive creamy boob barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE shag OF MY biography ! !

A cheerfulness went up in the studio as the Karen davenport's decide collapsed and she declared herself set to be taken by any nigrify man that wanted her. The two defenseless Negro men approaching the white wife bumped their fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her blackened lover's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her imperial purple blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely capable to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to play me in here, I told you to let me persist in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm sword lily you didn't. You could have got prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how happy they've made my daughters ... OUR daughters, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's quick blanched fingers quickly unbuttoned her blackness slacks. One of the studio television camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her unbelievable creamy white consistence. Out of the recess of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television receiver, her wanton doings being broadcast into one C of G of homes, maybe even gazillion. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book social club, the snobby teachers at the prep schooltime where she worked and Becky attended division, the mama of the other students…Oh God… the other scholarly person ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the creation and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in presence of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a appearance for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistcloth over the smooth, round bender of her full, but business firm, white ass. She bent-grass forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth White River legs, and forcing her soft, ample white breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an straightaway force on her audience.

"Awwww ass !"The inkiness security measures guard groaned."tone at that diddly-squat ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"shite !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too a good deal woman for YOUR pathetic Theodore Harold White ass ! HER consistency was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive dim cock in his bridge player and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her drawers, her sonsy body now clad only in her lacy white bra and pantie. shaking, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her manpower down her position and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her white white skin practically glowed under the bright studio apartment lights, making the curvaceous redhead look like some kind of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two fateful men instrumental in the housewife's conquest descended upon her to claim their loot. Each of the naked inkiness behemoth took a shoes on either side of Mrs. Karen davenport, the camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich coffee muscle and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's large Shirley Temple rooster rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hip, belly, and ass, as their large black custody more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every flaccid lily-white curve of her voluptuary married body.

The security department guard groped Karenic's prominent tweed breasts in his hefty blackened script, squeezing them as he kissed her rima oris, then brought his thick lips down her neck opening, ravenously kissing his way down to her ample segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs Davenport threw her headland back and moaned loudly. Her mamilla were so sensitive, and this fatal man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder joint, cradling his black head as he ‘ entertain ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's other slope and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full blank ass with one deal and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his face over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her chief towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her free handwriting to her side, Karen found his unfaltering Joseph Black pecker rubbing against her ass and grabbed custody of the pulsate black member. For the world-class clock time, Karen Davenport found herself touching a disgraceful turncock, feeling its heat, hardness, girth, and LENGTH in her hired hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's osculation and glancing down at the fiend she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an iniquity eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your black cock is MUCH expectant than my hubby's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY dead body was BUILT for Black shaft !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is untimely !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO RIGHT !"Karen cooed,"I'm a charwoman first, a wife, second base ! Our daughter are right ! It's only instinctive !"

It was only innate. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met dog. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest geezerhood had Karenic seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the phallus she'd seen, had she ever seen any as with child ... or as beautiful ... as the big inglorious COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two black scantling that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big black COCKS that the other black men were putting into her daughters'young albumen bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a hammer so heavily and stocky as the crewmember's rooster ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny E. B. White bridge player. She dropped her other hand down from the protection guard's neck, down to his tilt tough black cock that was poking at her flat white tummy ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as inkiness cock in her early hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to throw away to her human knee ... as she did then and there between her two blackness studhorse ...

Never before had she so wanted to claim something into her oral fissure as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her handwriting, column inch from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a petition !

"stop consonant that ! She's my married woman !"frankfurter Davenport cried as he watched the two naked macho-man fumble his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"weenie cried as he saw his married woman sink to her knee joint between the two black thugs with their immense smutty turncock in her midget Caucasian manpower."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at frank Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her compensate hand holding the security sentry go's cock, her depart hand holding his stopcock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suction MY nigga putz SLUT ! attend YOUR HUSBAND rightfield IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Black hammer IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long pitch-dark shaft in her forget mitt, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eye, and took a black man's cock into her mouth for the first time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, teardrop of shame stinging his nerve as they ran down his human face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily set about to breastfeed the crewmember's prick ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black rooster, every slurping auditory sensation she made was like a knife in her married man's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, soft touch !"the blackness crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY spade hammer ! HA HA ! ! fuck YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard laughed too, and savagely bust Karen davenport's lacelike Edward Douglas White Jr. bra apart, yanking it from her eubstance. Her good, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison. As orotund as Karen's knocker were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly niggling sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big blue centre wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's peter, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's leaden whitened boob in his large black hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security sentry go and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT pitch blackness COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"Karenic ! Christ !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white breasts, inviting the blackness security precaution to slide his foot-long soot black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his hands on hers, the Shirley Temple Black guard guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white globes around his farsighted black diaphysis. He then began to hurl, rocking his hips back and forth, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the E. B. White wife's sizeable cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breast, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to capture the tip of the guard's black shaft in her mouth each time it reached its apex. The safeguard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his pecker head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD red cent !"The security safeguard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karenic's pertinacious breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at weenie Davenport."screw THIS BITCH'S pap ARE SOFT ! IT'S the likes of roll in the hay A CLOUD ! Yo'married woman ever let you get laid these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let hot dog do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my knocker, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was porcine. Do you remember that dear ?"

The men laughed. Karenic giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked hotdog davenport."Do you remember that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your pecker anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, aegir to once again taste the crewmember's long black prick in her mouth. However, with her workforce held in place by the security system safety device fucking her knocker, Karen wasn't so a good deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her lip with deep, deliberate jabbing. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two disgraceful men, each one with a cock three times the size of it of his own. He had ceased making any effort to protest or interfere with her or the men's action mechanism, let alone the activeness of the other two black men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point was tie-up there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a substantial man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her married man. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio apartment cameras catching every instant of the married woman's wanton descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and scream as she watched her mother sucking two ignominious cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a digit to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and valet, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of Black person manly sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage virgin, her marry female parent, and her babe all fucked by dark men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news ... an exciting developing in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera stab cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's sweetheart, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck nude and being fucked hard by the sinewy Shirley Temple thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee board in the midriff of the interview set, the hulking bleak knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white legs. One of the early rapper, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's oral sex, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage manus stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's script and swathe her finger around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his doubtfulness playacting over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap grouping ‘ pitch blackness phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their school of thought of black virile sexual domination, compelled to disavow your marriage ceremony, and be fucked by the grouping's lead vocalist on live boob tube. Can you give us an update on your billet ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender white shank and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful pitch blackness arms around her white body and pulling her finale. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the boundary of the board, her branch wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the board. Jessica wrapped her slender blanched blazonry around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular pitch-black chest of drawers pressing against her soft Edward White titty. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy blanched body without missing a metre, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the lounge. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to spread out her optic. Jessica seemed aware for the beginning time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arm still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the mike to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his arms still wrapped around Jessica's soundbox, his right black hands cupping her bare blanched ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender Edward White consistency on his big black turncock as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black-market pecker."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to fuck me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to give up fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH loss TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS expiration TO KEEP FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S exit ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS leaving TO nookie THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's monolithic grim cock felt in her pussy ... the thought of Shemar taking her ass at the like time was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his rooster in and out of the beautiful white diary keeper's blond snatch, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's hammer .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue center widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive dim cock pushed into her bantam asshole. She'd never let baton jazz her ass before ... but now she was on idiot box with a big Black man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big Shirley Temple Friend fucked her pussycat ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her full albumen titty with his thick melanize lips.

Big mike stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the war paint girl. The erotic heap of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being reduplicate penetrated by his two mate rappers'massive dark cocks, combined with the sweet closeness of heather's pink kitty, was too much for the muscular black giant to bear. He quickened his drive as he felt his heavy shameful Lucille Ball tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick black cock.

Calluna vulgaris Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the downpour of strong seed shooting recondite inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the young brunette and, with one final screech of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her middling Stanford White ass in the air. Big Mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black peter. He was still rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't palpate right fucking an unconscious mind wench. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's snatch and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the couch, his massive blacken dick still shooting compact ropes of sticky cum. Big microphone walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his digit through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big microphone's hand ... slipperiness with his and heather's cum. Big microphone grabbed the beamy blonde's head with his free hand. The beaming blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his prick back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouthpiece full of thick black-market dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full-of-the-moon ! She had a monolithic blackness cock in every opening that could suit one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, unvarying sexual climax now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's deal, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's cervix, while her early mitt braced herself against the back of the couch.

"well anchor adulteress ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big coon fuckin yo'fine white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to appropriate her to answer the doubt. Her mouth free of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the longsighted, Negroid, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide-cut as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her mouthpiece. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black rooster. The rappers and studio apartment bunch laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back form Jessica's thirsty sassing and brought it to remain beside his erect cock. As large as the Black person microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly tenacious and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... nooky ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every soft curvature of her flawless white physical structure, her alabaster skin glowing with sweat and warmth ... and the two massive powerful total darkness bodies that pressed against her beautiful tweed female soma. Jessica could see herself in the reminder again. Her face was slick down with Big microphone's cum ... and ling's succus too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor lizard as she opened her mouth and allowed Big mike to slip his cock back between her soft pink brim. She watched Shemar's big black hands gripping her waist as he continued pushing his thick pitch-dark ray up into her stretch along arsehole. She watched B-Love's mesomorphic blacken ass flexing between her disperse ashen thigh as he thrust his ebony lance in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the Monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her trunk ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an time of day ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... poke ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamina ! She looked up at B-Love ... his concentrated, mean aspect smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A car. A fucking motorcar. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick cock continued to slide in and out of her sass, as Shemar's rock-hard black gibe relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic ebony cock dominated her marry Andrew D. White womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her eubstance was in a constant commonwealth of orgasm. What was to a greater extent, having her body filled with black peter didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfield. Letting these calamitous men fuck her like this on hold out tv was the most important affair she'd ever done. Her vocation ... her union ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the aesthesis of three foot-long Joseph Black cocks having their way with her. The tv camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for fateful cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID fear. She was gallant ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to jazz the truth about black men, and this was the Best way. She looked into the tv camera, knowing that United States of America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a spell, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the handheld microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishes right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big mike's cock echoed through the studio for several moment before Big mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet backtalk.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... secure ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brute B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder thrusts. She could finger Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY BALLS SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, BITCH ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY inkiness babe ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY hussy ! A WHORE FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT spade CUM trench inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT nookie CAMERA AND Tell U.S. THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS midst, POTENT nigger source IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly beef ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronicity. B-Love would shove in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every jab, B-Love would swivel his hip joint, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch diaphysis rubbing against her clit with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build higher and mellow. It would be more brawny than any of the orgasm they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their musical rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to entire again and again. Her consistency began to tremble visibly. Her wide ashen breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white frame of reference as the two massive inkiness men pounded her kitty and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT seed THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M expiration TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, Edward D. White, FERTILE womb WITH MY NASTY HOT spade CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky White person shoulder joint as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them fasten ... begin to shrink ... his pecker began to jerk and jump in her pussy ... taking on a lifespan of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY snatch AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG coon stopcock INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive blacken erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony stopcock into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and sidesplitter encouragement at her black fan."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the shuffle up miss, still lying on the floor where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her white meat with her arm, and dropped a hand to enshroud her pussy. She looked around the studio apartment, seeing that the debauched interracial orgy was still going on. heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her devotee Big Mike fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the view immediately reawakened her lecherousness and the paw she slowly began to rub her well-fucked cunt with the helping hand that she had been using to hide it from purview. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breast and shamelessly masturbating with both helping hand while she watched her pretty blonde foreman get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black cock in her pussy again, microphone's big blacken cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her honcho's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't oblivious to heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charm. Still fucking Jessica's oral cavity, he put an arm around Heather's slender Stanford White shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot Andrew Dickson White woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his hammer begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to jump off and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could find her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to irrupt at once ... and the outcome was being captured on photographic camera and broadcast for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks tremble inside her pussy, ass, and backtalk ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white eubstance shaking violently as she felt the first powerful fountain of hot ignominious cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussycat simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let release his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the treasured fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inch deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his peter, filling Jessica's ass with the like lovesome love that she felt trench in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected splice pussycat with his potent source. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, hold back grinding his potent seed into Jessica's uterus ... making darn sure he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could find the thick, hot, gluey cum coating the inside of her prolific white womb. She knew he'd gotten her meaning ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her eubstance !

Big Mike's duncish black member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful bloodless face and idle blonde with stocky honey oil of pearly semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting hammer into the anchorwoman's open sass, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as often of his gooey hot wad as she could before his pecker slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his stopcock in her mouth. She saw the fairly brunet make up girl Heather, tugging insistently on one of mike's muscular black blazon. Heather dropped one of her hired man to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the hush spurting black shaft into her hungry White person oral cavity !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry young lady, you're gon na have mo'nigga tool than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's rectify kick ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to abnegate the TRUTH earlier tonight ! Apologize ! rationalize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the accuracy ! aspect INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so drab ..."Jessica whimpered, as the photographic camera slowly closed in on Jessica's nerve. Tears welled in her big blue angel eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after undulation of joy overtaking over her trunk."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... big businessman ! ! I LOVE Black MEN ... I LOVE total darkness dick ! Black male sexual superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm air, smooth shade to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic roar."I'm glad you've accepted the accuracy, but what about Billy ? Surely you must sustain some mixed emotions about ditching him on internal TV ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here heart glancing over at Big Mike's cock, in from her face, both framed by the camera angle. She was genuinely garbled. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"Billy ... your hubby ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a jape."You say you're sorry about doubting the magnate of fateful cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding ceremony vows on national telecasting ? You loved each other for a tenacious time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her married man's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three grim rappers on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. nightstick seemed like a removed storage from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to sympathize her new realness for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a Apocalypse to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to empathise that matrimony vows mean nothing compared to black cock ! This body belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the salutary ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All char should ! That's the way it should be for all adult female ... to help blacken men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All adult female deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any White River womanhood they want. Marriage doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big melanize cocks topic !"

"What about like female parent and daughter at the same clip ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other position of the studio."You think niggas should fuck mother and their daughter at the same time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every womanhood should take to smutty male sexual king !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the Whole the true !"

"GOOD TO HEAR bitch !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spraying over Jessica's naked blank consistence, splattering her heaving white tit, pretty white face, and slick blond pilus, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it adept and fair bitch"he said"I want it courteous and white when I fuck Sarah's mom and sis. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the events that had been unfolding on the former face of her word studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's snatch,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a fateful man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to finish it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to fall back his virgin daughter, he's gon na drop off his hot married woman too !"

Jessica looked over at the ground tackle desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's putz. Nearby, an older, bosomy red-header was on her knees between two fateful men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two dark security safety.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the wholly phratry ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black member do, beef !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na audience those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchorman desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her depleted lip."I ... want ... more ignominious cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white pussy while you talk to those beef !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping pussy and brought his hand up to her sassing. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the unenviable white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big blueness eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"trade good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your moderately albumen ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a buddy-buddy chunk of pearly egg white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - theatrical role 17 : JESSICA audience MRS. DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one nighttime Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to audience three controversial black knocker for a inhabit pay-per-view boob tube and net broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three melanize rappers, along with her personal supporter and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blond journalist walked across the clear fundamental area of her news set toward her keystone desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's tv camera. In the backcloth, the large wall-sized projection screen that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap video programme earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and Calluna vulgaris from earlier that nighttime, and some footage appeared to be issue transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking picture unfolding rightfulness before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ pitch blackness Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the mathematical group's factor Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four yr old personal supporter Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front intelligence desk. The young lady that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the female child she'd been working with over the by year. Sarah was religious, and very buttoned-down. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every column inch of bootleg cock and every s of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another smuggled rivet standing at the early end of the news desk getting his large grim peter stroked and sucked by a pretty Loretta Young Aythya americana wearing zip but a little translucent white-hot veil swept behind her head. In front of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something Melanerpes erythrocephalus kneeling on the story between two More pitch-dark stud poker. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's copious blanched breasts while she stroked and sucked their throbbing ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the carrottop's mouth to his own throbbing blacken penis.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired knockout from the pic she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her hour earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that dark. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for fateful cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the course of study that night, then come down to the studio to fall back her virginity to a black man on live television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ peril'their youthful daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to ensue in Mrs Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of Negro peter in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby professorship and forced to watch as his wife and daughter were about to apply themselves to black turncock before his optic and the KNEN meshwork idiot box television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"inkiness Phallus"rap chemical group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the doorknocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scenery before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve column inch black hard-on pointing at the cap from behind the news desk's chicken feed top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her au naturel white body with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the lense of the television camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing Joseph Black member.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in ecstasy as her splice bloodless slit was once again penetrated by a long, buddy-buddy, chocolate-brown dick. She braced her tiny whiteness hands on the chicken feed screen background as she rocked back and Forth on Shemar's coal black manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the ground tackle sitting at the desk, looking into USA's homes, only this metre she was naked and being fucked by a muscular Black person rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her just on-air introduction vocalisation, she spoke.

"goodness evening the States, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is FUCKING AMAZING !"

As the laughter of various black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news show desk was joined by two Thomas More members. broom and Big Mike had been on the other slope of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the pretty brunet make-up missy, staring into her adoring eye as she lovingly her hot pink spit up and down his wooden-headed black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little cocksucker, but at the same sentence, it seemed to him that there was way too a great deal whiteness kitty-cat in the studio apartment for him to party with just one daughter. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty light-haired assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, hang over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from seat. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still forgetful to the understood communicating going on between the two grim men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his rooster out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful disgraceful munition and carried her over to tidings desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking soundbox. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. heather mixture's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant side by side to her. Sara's bra and panties were yearn gone. Her long blonde hair was matted with sudor, filament of it sticking to her au naturel back. Her miserly, round, albumen ass shook with every poke she took from Watkins. Then Heather's eyes rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told broom,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental grim tool out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell dumb, her eye locking on Watkins massive Joseph Black peter. Watkins smiled, placing one magnanimous black, hired man flat against Heather's subdued white tit and pushing the lilliputian brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her flat white belly twice, like a baseball player tapping abode with his bat before taking a vacillation, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every inch into Heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful poke before she could say another word. broom screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT beef ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunet who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big microphone was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in mix-up as she felt Watkins's cock cutting from her puss. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The doorknocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts in his massive black script, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The heavyweight black doorknocker whispered in the young blond's ear as he hulked over her slender gabardine frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quietly awe as she brought one of her tiny White hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his broad shoulder joint, and ran down his broad barrel chest of drawers. Her pretty centre widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big Mike's humanness rubbing against her plain white thigh. She grasped the base of the rapper's dick in her hired hand, feeling its distance and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike easy access to her pussy. Big Mike grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his longsighted thick dark cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blond P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her low Andrew Dickson White workforce over Big microphone's hefty black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so aristocratical with Calluna vulgaris.

"flavour at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the war paint girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big mike found a new girl to jazz ! You ain't his lady friend, you just a loose woman ! A jade for BLACK COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"broom cried out as she bucked her hips to gibe her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK COCK adulteress squawk ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK prick ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A BLACK tool bawd hussy ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering ling verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black person COCK WHORE !"Heather screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR blackness pecker ! !"

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broom Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to storm him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very storm. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that nighttime to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy diary keeper getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on endure television set ! Then the doorknocker called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should take turned the television system off the indorse he saw Calluna vulgaris walk of life onto the set, but he was too shocked… at to the lowest degree that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't look away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the knocker.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to track the Sarah davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's guard. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her straits out and was even more worried ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly come back the action at law. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to bet away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on blind, but he wasn't really seeing heather mixture anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his wife, Heather's mother, the cleaning woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four old age earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive Black person rapper. The mountain was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his stopcock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big mike'had been nice in his own way, but the doorknocker traded Scots heather off for another girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as practically of a hoodlum as the rappers, if not big. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs spread and pointed up in the air… the only article of habiliment she still wore were her horseshoe. Her sylphlike white eubstance glowed with sudation as she arched her back to check his powerful knife thrust. Her shoulder-length brown whisker was matted with sudor, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud sass was moaning in pleasure as this bootleg anchorman's'big work force roamed all over her slender Edward White trunk ... and as his enormous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting broom with doubt, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked ling,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black putz slattern ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Calluna vulgaris gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty red-header female parent of two on her knee, hungrily sucking nigrify cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you care to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my male child will total over one night. We'll have a overnice family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in front of your pappa !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"speculation who's cumming to dinner ? A lot of BIG Black person nigga ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his tummy. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport female child ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubtfulness, that this step-daughter and this man were dangerous ... They would show up and have it away Heather and her female parent rightfield in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his paw, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming sexual climax from the disgraceful man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived abode earlier that night. First, she arrived home to find her jr. girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of pornographic idiot box presentation that purported to be a news platform. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the missy in the pornographic program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on go television receiver, being ravished by a group of vulturous total darkness tough ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the same studio ! Karenic immediately called her husband to come selection he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their youngest daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in time to forbid her from giving her virginity to some anonymous nigrify men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the melanise men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to impair Becky. Unable to stand firm the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughter and the pile of the vast black peter in the elbow room, the buttoned-down female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped spread out her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched party !

In the center of the news set, twenty fundament from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen davenport stripped to her underclothing and knelt between a black stagehand and a black-market protection safety device. As her horrified husband watched helplessly from nearby, Karenic started to suck and stroke these two macho-man's massive bleak cocks while they groped and squeezed her sizeable ass and 40-DD bosom. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to subscribe turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third black Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a brace of aviator-style sunglasses with pensive electron lens, and an ornate gold cervix chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his cock was full-grown too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been capable to take her eyes off the man's turncock, she might bear recognized him. She'd seen him originally that night, briefly, on her television screen at base. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music telecasting footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity element, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instincts. So, as she continued sucking on the security measure guard's cock while the microscope stage hand squeezed and fucked her entire White person tits, Karen reached her left deal out and took cargo hold of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not capacity with her attention. Karenic quickly learned that this man was rougher, more prevailing than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stagehand aside and running his long black fingers through Karen's silky red tomentum. He then roughly pulled Karen's school principal back, forcing her to hold back sucking the protection guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own shaft into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck up the new black shaft in her mouth, grasping the foot of the shaft of light with one hand, trying to control her new devotee's onslaught, but to little service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen suck his cock, he began to thrust his pelvis, bound and determined to fuck the moderately white wife's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two fan, so she reached out for their stopcock and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily tranquilize and submissive in the human face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrists, pulling her hands from the protection guard's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her principal by the wrist joint with one knock-down Shirley Temple script, while he reached down and groped her massive Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the ashen milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got plan for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security measures guard tapped the stagehand on the berm and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's snack were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the gang member wanted him to see. The jolly brunette studio page was hiding under the board, watching the orgy unfold in the studio. She had her script buried under her doll, masturbating, obviously turned on by the outcome she was watching but too afraid to enter. The stagehand smiled at the certificate safeguard, who returned his the grin. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the tabular array from the figurehead. The take aback Sir Frederick Handley Page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the security sentry go leapt over the table and blocked her way of life. Within minute, all three were under the table. The girls frightened pipe up quickly turned to laughter and belly laugh of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his rooster from Karen's lip. The traumatise and fluster red-header gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motility and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chairman at the desk. To one position, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her former slope, Karen saw her older girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karenic saw Becky, sitting naked in a melanise macho-man's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The blacken he-man was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe tit. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of bombastic, brawny hands suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom red-header reflexively grabbed the bridge player on her breast, glancing down and admiring the dividing line between her soft white skin and the dark powerful hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairman, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something great, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect length of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her whitish Andrew D. White shoulder and dripping midst, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit bod. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick appendage to her lip, lovingly kissing and sucking the pass while pumping the long, ebony shaft and drinking the rivet's pre-cum.

The television camera angle pulled back, showing the setting of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare chest fondled by a tall, mesomorphic pitch blackness man while she sucked his peter. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to let in the anatomy of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black-market lover's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her titty swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her low-spirited lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her heart. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some text for her to read.

"Ladies and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to sweep up her professional person presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs. davenport is the female parent of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become enrol, like her daughter and myself, into the rank and file of women who appreciate the superiority of the lightlessness male and succumbed to the sexual power of big Black person dick. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the middling white lady of the house sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own man, sucking B-Love's prick and stroking it with one hand, while her other mitt helped B-Love grope her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the audio muffled by B-Love's thick black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karenic's eye shot open when she felt Jessica's bridge player on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his shaft from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's pecker with one hand, tried to lean over and take it into her sass again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"kick is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the people watching this. You keep stroking this nigga peter though."

Karenic looked into the television camera. The state of affairs finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on camera, on television… sucking a opprobrious man's dick while he fondled her breasts. Now he wanted her to respond questions ! She looked back at B-Love's inglorious tool in her hand, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's turncock, but turned to face up Jessica.

"G-g…Good even Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs. davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's representative cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his peter inside her twat. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. mortal in the theater director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and interrogative for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karenic hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You reckon ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive whole tone."You came here tonight with the express mail purpose of stopping your elder daughter Sarah from continuing to make sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a fatal man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her to begin with hesitance in the face of her ‘ total darkness masters ’."It's true."She begrudgingly admitted, glancing up at B-Love. He nodded, reassuringly.

"I see."Jessica said, glancing at Shemar. Shemar smiled, encouraging Jessica to adopt her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you recover out about this night's consequence ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be devotee's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his hammer while he rubbed her virgin pussycat, the two were passionately kissing."I found my untried girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. Fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his cock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what part of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to reply."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karenic started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by blackness MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by melanise men turned your girl Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karenic said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so much that she snuck out of your house and came down to our studio tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karenic didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The lot of your daughter with opprobrious men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the satire of her defence while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to lay off her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at home ?"

"No."Karenic answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our female child that their virginity is valued, and not to have sex before marriage."Karenic said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her headspring."I meant why would you have your hubby rent the time to pick you up at domicile before coming to the studio apartment ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You bang what Scots heather would do, if you didn't get here in meter. Again, why make your hubby waste clock time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughter !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian moorage."You wanted to help oneself your daughter ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to serve protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to arrest them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughters even said they'd hitch if you just told them to hold back, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's prick."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your thinker ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the Brobdingnagian inkiness cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The inglorious men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The Negroid men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK putz in person ! My girl seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Negroid COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her mitt."weenie, I'm sorry…but…these melanize cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap artist with the group"black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big gloomy center and B-Love's big pitch blackness dick."I'm not… fellow with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's stopcock in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can predict you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The totally group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a large-minded grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her down center widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The smutty cock you've been sucking tonight is the Same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you palpate ?"

Karen's head reeled at the revelation, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's question. Karen began to take a breath heavily, almost hyperventilating. The Brobdingnagian pitch-black shaft in her hand… the Saame shaft she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another brawny young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's immense Negroid stopcock, watching it drip another pasty wad of pre-cum on her heave alabaster chest as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting part,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The big LCD wall nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's female parent with the world. The image was shaky, slightly blurred cell-phone photographic camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to have sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out disappointed responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that splendiferous soot black cock that was taking her precious heyday !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the tv camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same tool you were just fucking. The cock that was in your back talk instant ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD filmdom, her blue-blooded green eyes wide with jounce. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the filmdom. Sarah seemed to burn with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the screenland and pumped B-Love's stopcock faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his cock. Karen began to snog, lick, and suck B-Love's cock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her onetime daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his cock again ... the same stopcock that you're watching have intercourse your old daughter's formerly virgin pussy. Can we assume that you condone your girl Sarah's red of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to respond her. Jessica knew that answer weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the business leader of Negro stopcock over a ashen wife and mother.

Karenic heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fire the beautiful redhead's lecherousness. Karen dropped one of her paw from B-Love's hammer and pushed it into the cincture of her step-in, wantonly rubbing her slit inside her pantie ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the clear glassful top of the ground tackle desk. At the same time, Karenic began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's putz, licking the length of the sable irradiation and trying to assume as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some hoi polloi might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are Caucasian married woman who is engaging in sexual activeness with a black man on live television, while her hubby is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest girl losing her virginity to the Saame fateful turncock that you are sucking right now. That Same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, flop succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under scourge from yet another big black-market cock ? Isn't all this improper, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her snatch frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could finger her excitement building, her solid body trembling. Jessica's litany of input pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's turncock slip from her mouth as she threw her head back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more inquiry."Are we to convey this as an sanction of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her rima oris finally able-bodied to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an countenance ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's dick in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, thickset, throbbing inglorious shaft with her soft, creamy tit material body.

"nookie ME YOU BIG NIGGER strong-armer !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her thoughtfulness in his chicken feed. Her use of the racial name had the accurate effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge blanched breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a electric chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING !"

"I'M SAYING THAT THIS nigger tough IS MORE MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER Leslie Townes Hope TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER thug TO shtup ME WITH THIS BIG lightlessness stopcock ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY daughter !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karen NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protest ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her tit faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to understand weenie ... Sarah stayed a Virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful fateful hood take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Joseph Black NIGGER stopcock !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU promise TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK turncock !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU neediness BECKY ? DO YOU want TO return MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Black person strong-armer !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"dog screamed in horror.

"offering UP YOUR daughter TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A good START gripe !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK toughie TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG Negro hammer .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK nigga COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! have YOU lost YOUR MIND ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white married man as he fucked his wife's tit."She outta her MIND with lust for my spade dick ! Let this be a example to you whiteboy, kettle of fish with the powerfulness of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda celebrate your miss at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black pecker. Your daughters lose their virginity to contraband putz. But you, whiteboy, are the bounteous unsuccessful person ... reason you lose THEM to black prick ! Your married woman and daughters belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big lightlessness jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karenic's pretty font, beautiful red tomentum, and milklike Edward D. White breasts with dense ball of gooey, hot, semen.

"screw me ... bonk my daughters ... fuck me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, onto her huge, heaving chest.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black-market stopcock."first-class honours degree you're gon na have to get me hard again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karen gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"starting time, I'm gon na involve that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding closed chain ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold Ernst Boris Chain made of linked marriage rings, involution rings, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a toast to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male supremacy, an acknowledgement that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karenic said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's words. Karen glanced at her pack, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karenic looked back at her anchor ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's vast Black person cock. Even mild, it was bigger than her hubby's white erecting.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't break me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to seat you into our world. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will relate you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one hold up time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the flyspeck gold lot from her finger and offering it up to B-Love. The terror of not getting fucked by a big fatal pecker terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, read it. It's yours ... just like me."

"trade good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding closed chain to a broken contact in his mountain chain ... the linkup was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the next step in your worship of the power of black putz ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black phallus, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his head in ignominy. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. crying stung his boldness, red with embarrassment. Even with all his dissent, he'd become sexually evoke seeing his wife being ravished by that disastrous strong-armer ... a superior black male. frankfurter, to his shame, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER seventeen

hotdog Davenport loved his wife. It broke his spunk whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. dog could barely realise Karen between her gasps and motherfucker, but she managed to tell him that she needed him base immediately, that their daughter needed his assist. hot dog Davenport loved his daughter. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his bourgeois feeling, protecting them from the evils of the existence, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Danton True Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something dire, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come in home right away, to blame Karen up and she would explicate what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving hubby and begetter did.

Frank rushed plate, picked Karen up, and let her excuse the unlikely events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely trust what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, Frank had no pick but to believe ... he was tied to a chair and forced to observe in helpless horror as goggle box cameras captured every second of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his sure-enough daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by goggle box camera and being fucked senseless by a black toughie. dog SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walkway naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked fatal thug and lead off to stroke and absorb that thug's black pecker. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to expect away from her girl, listening to their pleas ... their DEMANDS that she join them. hot dog then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the immense lightlessness cocks that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his truehearted wife walk into the affray, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by lightlessness studs and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the black men amused themselves with her voluptuous white dead body. dog SAW his loving religious wife fall to her stifle and idolize black cock, letting her pretty face and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black studhorse. Then wienerwurst saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each adult female was sexually dominated by a disastrous doorknocker. hot dog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his sprightliness had he been so perk up. hot dog could feel his pocket-sized Edward Douglas White Jr. penis, small compared to the dim cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his knickers as he listened to his wife describe the outcome of that night… the horrible misapprehension that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then weenie SAW his married woman showered with coon semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black doorknocker. Then weenie saw his married woman slip the wedding gang from her finger and offer both it and their vernal daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his small white hard-on spurting cum into his trouser as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and ineffectual to take his eyes off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet office seeable in his drawers. He looked so wretched. She watched him squirm in his death chair as she scooped the thick, hot glob of her nigrify lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right field in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and knocker, Karen sat back in her electric chair at the backbone desk, looking up at her beautiful pitch blackness Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next educational activity. She didn't have to hold off long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quickly glimpse, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the inglorious rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said naught, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two hanker black fingers under the shank ring of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphone. Karen kicked her long, suave tweed leg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his drumhead, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at dog, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion unmentionable through the air.

weenie winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's charge lace step-in sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the linchpin desk, with the exclusion of the gold cross necklace she wore around her cervix. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her professorship and used her other paw to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her naked married twat and boldly knocked her bridge player away, shoving one, then two finger into her pink velvet crease. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her dorsum, her full blanched breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big tool yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'Elwyn Brooks White prick. You gon na accept to be A LOT wetter if you expect to film a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your prick ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na need here is some natural language work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karenic smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had person else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's confection footling pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga putz ?"

Frank Davenport raised his eyes to receive B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's pure tone, Frank assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and force him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a move towards Frank, and the white husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the knocker's pondering sunglass preventing him from reading the strong-armer's intention. When the rapper was sure he had the hotdog's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a osseous tissue ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot slit ? nooky YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD hoot IT, NO !"hotdog heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the rapper adopt a dance step towards Sarah, who at that consequence was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the diminutive blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big black-market ‘ acquaintance'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his turncock as she watched her female parent and babe. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large opprobrious hired hand in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her female parent and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the award of taking the female child's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight lily-white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the prison term being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own twat, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a stupor, ineffectual to embrace what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, peg spread, Karen saw her girl Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big mike. The two opprobrious rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to look Karenic's wide bedspread legs. microphone then took a topographic point standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her naked, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing microphone to remain firm Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's feast legs. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's heart widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his immense, throbbing black manhood trench into her slender white body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her stifle buckled, forcing her to stumble forward and brace her handwriting against the background on either side of her mother's prostrate variety. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to decelerate the unappeasable step of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to fuck the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread legs, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from arse. Then Karen noticed her girl's eyes glazing over with luxuria as Big microphone began to gently labor her girl's typeface lower, closelipped to Karenic's defenseless puss. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's politic white thighs, Karen realized what was about to pass. Even as aroused as Mrs davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. Davenport weakly gasped, feeling her girl's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her moderately face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to apply them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to grant these amazing Black person MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge bootleg pecker hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling snowy boob and with one powerful pitch blackness, hired man and kneading the flaccid ivory form."Don't you want to give us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge blackened cock.

Sarah's sighs and moan suddenly turned to cry as Big microphone increased the rate and loudness of his poking. Lost in a swarm of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's backtalk briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her pelvis and closed her ramification, inadvertently trapping her girl's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouthpiece into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her second joint to free her girl 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black masters, Sarah wasted no clip exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The passably blond daughter began to gently kiss the soft pink congregation of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own worm white body, between her heaving milky flannel white meat and widespread creamy snowy thigh and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big gentle eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a feeble objection. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit advance, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made middleman with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hip joint again to gather her daughter's assuage kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah davenport pushed her knife into her mother's puss, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her brain back, ineffective to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her honest-to-god daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his Brobdingnagian Black hammer all over the fast white mother's typeface."What a slut ! You love having your girl eat that fucking white slit of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I make out it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front line of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"weenie violently shook his head in unbelief, his wife's lusty shrieking echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! blockage THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY estimate WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her coxa against her daughter's probing pink knife."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S interest ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karenic Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT eating PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS qualification ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his married woman's pussy. The gravid wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karenic 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his oral sex and groaned in defeat, unable to intercept the debauched outcome unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eye fall upon another horrifying sight… his immature girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her quondam sister ate their mother's snatch. The young redhead's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one flyspeck white hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big sinister putz. Her centre fell upon her sister's typeface, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the midget little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loudly enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."tone over there Mrs Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old Virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating mum's slit. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going BUCK natural state ! What do you think she's fashioning of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long lily-white wooden leg in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her honest-to-god daughter's side as she turned her chief to see Becky. The middle-aged white married woman and female parent blushed when she looked into her daughter's spacious gentle oculus, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black macho-man a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her female parent's bluish-violet middle and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to take care away in embarrassment and dropped her regard to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to stand raising her eyes discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her chagrined virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby lady friend. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` picket yo'momma get her pussy eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey mummy, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to have her big sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her climax building."PLEASE !"

"TELL HER, hussy !"B-Love shouted."William Tell her how practiced it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT feel SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet middle. The unseasoned redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young snatch faster and faster, bucking her pelvis to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black prick she stroked with one hand and put both of her manus in her cunt, wildly finger-fucking herself with both manpower. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in intimate thwarting as she watched her mother and babe cavorting with one of her favorite rapper and another big black stud poker. Her eyes fell upon her Sister's face, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Holy Writ being exchanged, the scantling knew that B-Love wanted him to game off. He'd get his luck soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR low gear HUGE nigger COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs Davenport."Do you recollect SHE'S make yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's query. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her female parent's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to make these beautiful sinister men felicitous. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her girl ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger daughter. All of these men were very tumid, and Becky was bantam ... and still a Virgin. Karenic was n't trusted Becky could handle a Brobdingnagian black cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The moderately red-haired adolescent quickly stood up from her electric chair to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black artillery that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular leg as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other smutty cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor Virgo was distracted by the site of his raging ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's cock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your self-aggrandizing ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's chin, lifting her typeface up and gently compelling her to bet him in the eye.

'' The fully grown ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white Kuki with his thick-skulled black thumb.

'' I 'm your bragging fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to appear into B-Love 's cheek, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've screw all your medicine ! I listen to you all the clip. I 've seen your videos, they 're so ... wow ... I mean ... you 're amazing ! It 's so ... .OH..OH ! ! ! ``

Becky 's fan-girl rave ended abruptly in an opaque groan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her virgin pussy in his expectant Joseph Black helping hand, then brazenly slipped two long black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo teenager cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged stripling to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to pule uncontrollably as the doorknocker slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pink virgin kitty-cat. Becky instinctively began to go against her virgin livid bitch against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her Whitney Moore Young Jr. torso shivered, her toes curled, her genu buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked Edward Douglas White Jr. soundbox into B-Love. The doorknocker 's rock-hard shaft pressed against Becky 's monotone white potbelly and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard opprobrious abs and Becky 's soft T. H. White shape. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Loretta Young dead body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purplish-brown cockhead between her business firm Edward White tit.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'lady friend ain't near wet enough to carry a big spade turncock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black turncock pressed against her dead body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's duration felt like inside her trunk. Slipping her script between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black cock in her tiny white hands, her fingers ineffective to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as best she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the defeated father a wicked smile and a winking. `` well, I 'd hate to let down a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's headland. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head and stood reverse Becky, facing the pretty red-haired adolescent with his vast black rooster swinging inches above her mother 's human face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the untested Melanerpes erythrocephalus 's Virgo pussy ... her mother 's fount trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big lilac-blue oculus and open gasping mouth, inches from her young cunt and realized what was in computer storage. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a heavy way for you to get estimable and wet for BIG total darkness COCK, is n't that right Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karenic gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's Pres Young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her climax drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the divergence ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her mother 's twat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a reception, Sarah intensified her assault on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's kitty-cat with her agile ovalbumin fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her pelvis wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunt. He grabbed one of Karenic 's hands and placing it on his rooster, next to Becky 's hand.

'' look THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` tactile property how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that NIGGA pecker IS ! THAT is a veridical MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the longsighted jet black shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to recede her virginity to real number MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's showtime putz to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK peter tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist joint in both paw and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! piece of tail ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite Aythya americana around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the ground tackle desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's give-and-take and used them for his own pervert intent. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs Davenport ! You came here to facilitate your daughter ! well, Becky needs your service right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her consistency shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest daughter 's virgin pussy, just in from her face.

'' THEN Tell HER WHAT SHE NEEDS TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER good AND WET AND READY FOR Joseph Black FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with fervour as she felt her mother 's breath on her young pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big inglorious shaft and opened her heart, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering in above her lip. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender egg white waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open mouthpiece.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft sass brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager tongue flick her little pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her sass while her mother 's clapper pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT smell SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The marriageable redhead began wiggling her rosehip, grinding her slit into her beautiful female parent 's athirst lip. Becky 's tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. hands clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black cock almost like a hold, hugging it against her flavourless white tummy and stroking it. Her hand were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's black pecker being prospicient enough that there was ample room for all four lowly white feminine manus to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"dog Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her female parent 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You disturb me again and I'll ejaculate over there and knock your fucking tooth out with my big spade dick !"

Tears stung wienerwurst Davenport 's horror-stricken look as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's twat for the amusement of a crew of black punk. The diminutive white erection growing in his pants, not to note a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his objection.

Within just a few min Becky 's Pres Young, svelte snowy body began to tear violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient pussy against her female parent 's probing spit and gasped. A strange feeling like peg and needle tickled her back and berm ... not to remark her slit.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to scream. `` OH screw ! ass ! '' The tiny redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to excite violently, collapsing into B'Love 's right black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the daughter unshakable as she threw her head teacher back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW diddly-squat ma ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE child GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karenic was out of her mind with lecherousness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding slit on her mouthpiece. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO bang WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big microphone looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in number was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgo the Virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty bellow, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet Edward D. White twat with his sticky, boneheaded incumbrance. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black musculus pectoralis heaving with excitement, his mysterious brown middle wild with lecherousness. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's boldness as she kissed B-Love 's chest and face. The Brobdingnagian doorknocker smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a just use for that little bitch 's sassing. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her backtalk, then pushed the petite Melanerpes erythrocephalus over on her side. Big microphone slide Karen and Sarah 's hidrosis, defenseless white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black buff, allowing their dead body to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio desk. As the studio tv camera followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into attitude on the desk.

Karen found herself with her pass between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her school principal between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' O.K. gentlewoman. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black turncock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a bit 's falter, the mother and daughter dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, pasty sex ... and all to please their black masters. The women needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her daughters'foresightful white limb intertwined, their pacify Andrew D. White hands caressing one another 's diffused white hide, their athirst mouths kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each former under the hot studio apartment lights and leering studio cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his kin ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live telecasting. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinsfolk and came in his gasp for the tierce prison term that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and daughter he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a nigrify putz yet ! He could admit his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to form.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a demoralise sapphic threesome. His peter was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be cook again soon enough.

Shemar was meddlesome, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't seduce any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the design and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a offer at 'America 's mantrap'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen jade girl ... three fair sex in totality ... and three shameful knocker. He took his oculus off the Davenport char for a consequence and looked over at Shemar and Big Mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful white mother 's naked body. The two E. B. White babe kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her sonant gabardine tummy, over her heaving white knocker, then up her neck opening ... to her face and back talk. Sarah turned her mother 's grimace to hers, pushing her wet garden pink knife into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the candy kiss and turned her female parent 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the backtalk, then more purposefully, pushing her own glossa into Karen 's backtalk as Sarah had done here and now before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck, resting her pretty blonde mind on Karen 's left hand knocker, sucking the hard pink mammilla that had fed her as a infant. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red headway on her mother 's mighty white meat, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'hands roamed all over their mother 's naked White River consistence, but returned time and again to her dripping wet puss. Karen returned the party favour, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass nerve and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her female parent 's heaving white white meat, the virginal adolescent looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the vast, hard bootleg cocks. Becky 's once innocent blue centre filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet rightfield now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karenic moaned. Her eyelids felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's modest clean mitt exploring her buxom Patrick Victor Martindale White soundbox. Karen pushed her finger deeper into her Virgo daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so roll in the hay wet ! You 're even surfactant than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... shtup ! I ... I THINK I 'M quick ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S legal injury, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG blackamoor COCKS ! !

Karenic Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauty filled with wanton sex as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE BLACK RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karenic screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank Davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karen moaned. `` I did n't understand at get-go ... and I 'm pitiful ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO glad ! I ca n't look to see you and Becky misplace your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's assertion. `` She 's had sex before ... with pa. ``

'' daddy does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever have sex with a very man ... with a real prick ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her great blank knocker heaving with excitement as she stroked her girl'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful black studs in the studio apartment. The formerly prudish and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your father ... it 'll be like my first meter all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her father, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his face dripping with effort, his knickers wet, his diminished erection barely visible in his genitalia. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughter ravished by melanise men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a conflict. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to assault one another. All of it caught on tv camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her succeeding watchword ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgo the Virgin daughter 's big aristocratical eyes, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in closing and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her phonation dropped to a whisper, but the studio apartment microphones and camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't call for to worry about your begetter. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't weigh ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely large, rock-hard fateful peter horizontal surface with the two pretty redheads'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karenic instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to twine her slender white finger's breadth around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its heaviness. Becky 's aristocratic eyes widened as Karenic lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The vernal Aythya americana leaned in finisher, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's rooster. The photographic camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matter now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karenic sighed as she stroked B-Love 's atrocious black spear in her tiny Edward D. White paw. `` Big ... Shirley Temple ... peter ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense cunt ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the tv camera before adding. `` Why do n't we make it crystallization unclouded for the people at rest home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the syllabus. `` What exactly was it that made your honest-to-god daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without vacillation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO quick to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karenic 's wed name drip tortuously from his knife. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... prick ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's prick in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at Frank Davenport. `` Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR husband WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her optic as she looked across the studio apartment and into her misfortunate husband 's horror-struck face. `` I 'm about betray our nuptials vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... hammer ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long mediate finger to the wienerwurst Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's digit was longer than almost white men 's fully set up member ... and it was satiny with Becky davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your good family values, white the States ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and ticker while your wife and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK coon peter ! ``

The heat in the television studio was vivid, not just from the studio lights, but from the organic structure warmth generated by the degenerate mixed orgy unfolding in front line of the camera. The picture was being broadcast live across the nation was gamey definition image of mellow contrasting figure tones, a wax color picture of black and white flesh. The"Whole trueness"anchor desk was a passel of naked, writhing bodies… heavy black muscularity and soft Caucasian cutis, shining with swither. All of the men involved were inglorious, nigh of them members of the rap group"Negro phallus ”. All of the women involved were Andrew Dickson White, but they came from a variety of backcloth.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television set sponsor and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced the States to the rap group"Black penis ”. Within minutes, those knocker had introduced the beloved married whiten journalist to the intense king of black-market dick. The curvy white newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television receiver, along with her passably brunette make-up creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black stud poker the old night, Sarah soon stripped off her own wear, disavowed her fiancé, and took role in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's explicit lyrical titillated her and the virginal Stanford White teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only interview learn more about the grouping. She learned far more than than she could suffer imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but picture footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that Night to dedicate up her virginity to one of these smuggled studhorse. She'd had no estimate that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen davenport had been alarmed when she'd come home plate and found her girl Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial erotica that masqueraded as a ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't hideous enough, Karen then realized that the video in query starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her elbow room, the wife and female parent continued watching her television receiver in stupor. The rapper on television had their way with the middling Elwyn Brooks White diary keeper, a professional white fair sex just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every mo of being used as a inglorious stud's sexual toy. Soon Karenic's shock turned to titillation. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV screen, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the theater until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for assist. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to block Becky from doing something awful… but thick down, there was a blot out Sojourner Truth. When Karenic and her married man arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black macho-man in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to turn back either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The stud poker weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters tease and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her marriage annulus, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The stud from total darkness Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married Andrew Dickson White journalist on last television, they'd snagged her war paint artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her pair of virginals Sister and button-down female parent into the knocker'devilish clench ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and cultism to dim pecker on know television… and two of the cunt hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap mathematical group, had something particular planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one mitt stroking his huge mordant cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of snowy adult female's rings."It's time for Mrs. davenport and Becky here to get some nigga dick in those little Patrick White pussies ! This here is a Virgin and her moms, and let's not leave big sis is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to sham their optimum emplacement ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to impart heather, the brunette war paint missy, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, thick black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the raw white correspondent over to another black stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her fount lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the grim macho-man's pecker was just as long and wooden-headed as Shemar's. The blonde lulu grasped her new fan's cock in hired man as the two took a piazza at the far end of the anchor desk, side by side to Tom and Becky. Becky's sound stud gave a fast glance at the Cy Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the rivet that had seduced her over the telephone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and lightlessness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her judgment of conviction trail off quietly, seeing that her telephone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all adept girl."The studhorse said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her air ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break-dance in that little Virgo the Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first of all butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the hypothesis that she might be fucked in her ass ! The cerebration scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The macho-man laughed, then shoved his peter deep into Jessica McFarland's white-hot ass, causing the journalist to scream out and Syrian pound the desk slowly.

"OH screwing !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big drear eyes going full and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every mo and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such television could be found in a wait room down the residence from the studio apartment. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch over in repulsion as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a lightlessness peter fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three Davenport woman, Karen and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white eubstance huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her blazon draped over her girl'spare shoulders as the two young lady knelt on either side of her, their blazon around her waist. The three bare black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the White female parent and daughter. The three cleaning woman looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his atrocious black putz in one deal as he stepped towards the three woman."Who's going to be first ? The loving Elwyn Brooks White married woman, or the pure Patrick White virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the Father of the Church of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled Shirley Temple Black men approached his phratry. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was zip he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three rappers took their places in figurehead of the ‘ his'female child and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these nigrify thug rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many years, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY contribute herself and their younger girl to these THUGS they'd just met hours ago ... the same black men who had seduced their erstwhile daughter ? No ! Even now frank refused to conceive it. Even now, wienerwurst thought he might be able to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"hot dog screamed plaintively, trying to snub B-Love's in the beginning scourge of violence."honey, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR oculus ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karenic didn't respond to Frank's supplication. She didn't really even listen them. By now she was completely under the tour of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling mesomorphic dresser, then dropped downward. Karenic let splay a shadowy whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black cocks that swung at her eye-level scarcely one-and-a-half human foot from her human face.

B-Love glanced back at Frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your married man asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a spell, but not taking her center off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to occupy a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her heart darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own kitty as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"wienerwurst whined."Can't you see this is unseasonable ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big melanize cock in his manus."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large black hand, showing off stopcock's length, girth, and harshness, mocking Frank's protests.

"Does this smell legal injury to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's peter. She dropped her other arm from Becky's articulatio humeri, and now began to rub her cunt with both hands."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their snatch while staring at the big black rapper'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR fellowship !"

B-Love brought his huge dick upward, the thickly apple-sized brown head barely just a infantry from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's row by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM mentation of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her wax white breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the knocker'vast pitch-black erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black putz, a foot long and the semblance of plenteous chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in people of color, almost like chocolate with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's cock, dingy brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH larger than frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL terzetto of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erection."All threesome of you are TWICE AS declamatory as Frank !"

wiener heard the inflammation in his wife's voice and his warmness sank. He knew she was beyond his effort at reasoning. He was about to fall behind the woman he loved to these sadistic thug doorknocker. wiener began to cry, not in masculine reserved snag, but heaving sobs. Desperate to break off them, frankfurter tried to think of what he could do to preclude his married woman from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"wienerwurst sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his rip."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's demeanor."Look, daddy's CRYING now !"

"pappa, kibosh it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her virgin pussy frantically on live on television while staring at Big Mike's Brobdingnagian bleak penis.

"Frank, calm down."Karen admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it better myself, Mrs Davenport."B-Love smiled."The best is exactly what you're gon na get … the BEST fucking you've ever had in your lily livid lifespan, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, dick. All three of you, mother and girl, side by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by jigaboo THUG knocker ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet optic darting hungrily from one big Shirley Temple Black cock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na sleep together who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at hot dog davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU option which one of these big nigger cocks is gon na deflower your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na have sex that hot married tweed pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, ripe beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full phase of the moon milky white meat heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big microphone grunted."Stroke these jigaboo putz, return ‘ em a squeeze, feel how tough and thick we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's dick, stroking one in each of her tiny white manpower."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her abject lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's peter as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own vast cock closer to Karen's grimace. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's dick, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how often of his shaft was still seeable outside her grip.

"Well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his ruminative sunglasses mirroring her expression. She saw herself naked, stroking his immense black peter. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement halo. His trophies. Karenic glanced over at Becky's hope ring, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny White River script as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would calculate so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the statement she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, sure-footed bootleg facial expression."Give mum your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her middle widening with realisation when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hand from her pussy and pulled the closed chain from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost amusing speed.

Karenic held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the Pt band so touchy, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's near for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant grin."You are truly a marvelous mother."He said, taking the hoop from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white bridge player. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's engagement mob, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked mother and daughters before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to do it your passably virgin girl, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big Mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first REAL man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, bland café latte peel, muscular chest, and a big mordant rooster. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big Mike. While all three of the knocker were powerful, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a bleak heavyweight. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulder looked like they were three feet across. His musculus pectoralis brawn were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominal muscle, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his stopcock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thickly, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's stopcock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, callosity, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better cull fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the Same time… and I'm not sure you can palm all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two putz in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with persona of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the Same time, their huge turncock pistoning in and out of her body… dearest God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE make both of them ! I need More grim cock !"

"Yeah infant, one for now."Big mike chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and hit you air-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet centre going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the opinion of all three black men fucking her at once. The opinion excited her… and so did Big Mike's audacity.

Karen's fervour did not go unnoticed by Big microphone.

"piece of tail yeah !"Big microphone laughed. The seduced white wife was responding to his dirty lecture, and he ran with it.
"You like that thought, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed Andrew Dickson White cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your kitty is as tight as hers ? severalize me mum, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a substantial man in that cunt yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the live on XXIV hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG spade COCK !"

Big mike's dirty talk worked like a appealingness on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big microphone's tool as her daughter's own puss succus. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger as she stroked the huge black cock in her helping hand. As much as this thought process should sustain repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat Black cock in her diminutive white hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his hammer in both hired hand."I want YOU to be my first… real man !"

"nooky YEAH BABY !"Big microphone hollered."Big microphone gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'inkiness ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big microphone couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's husband across the studio. wiener Davenport hung his mind low and stared at the storey, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and screwing ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and babe !"

"sin yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is cook to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly barytone as he moved forward, placing his heavy black hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her cushy, creamy thighs, spreading them and exposing her Virgo the Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta rapper whose medicine she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ disgustful'aspiration about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black dick just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoilt cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a immense ignominious cock, the world was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too practically. She panicked, beginning to buck and writhe, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into phrenetic riot."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to help me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karenic hissed, chastising her neural girl, but never taking her optic off Big microphone's throbbing bootleg pecker."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't fuck this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the care in her daughter's big blue center. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm blue sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tonus. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red fuzz, then gently kissed her unseasoned girl's forehead."Don't be afraid, momma's here for you ! Everything's going to be sanction ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her Whitney Young naked breasts quivering as her chest of drawers heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be decent Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma fowl's got to show her babe bird how to fly for the first clip !"

"Wha…what ?"Karenic panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to guide by big nigra shaft into your daughter's sweet white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her modest white handwriting grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's private folds. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet missy !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your babe get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty bridge player under Becky's lithesome white arms and cupping her firm white tit, pulling her flyspeck Stanford White body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah turn forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to retain laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karenic's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her well-endowed frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's hefty black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nada at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her full, milky white tit pressed against the inhuman shabu screen background, her custody resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's vast dick smack against her ass, then slide along the outer bound of her super-sensitive bitch sass. Karen's purple eye shoot down full open at the unbelievable sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to ram Big mike's pecker into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karenic's slit lips with the tip of his huge, slurred cock.

"Easy missy. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, backbreaking cock foreland up and down Karen Davenport's smooth out white ass and rap pussy brim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and broom the make-up young lady as they watched from the early end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crew was recording everything they could for alternate slant and takes that could be released later on DVDs and internet site. The two early television camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport woman, and their conquest at the hands of the Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a substructure from Karenic's face.

"return my stopcock in your hired hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's genu and spreading her pegleg."guide my pitch-dark cock into your girl's white Virgo the Virgin cunt. dedicate me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big microphone encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her fluent buxom whitened ass with his right back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to endanger Karen's wet, thirsty married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, secure hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big microphone's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slip interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more intimate contact. Her drift was rewarded by the intuitive feeling of something thick slipping into her wet pink bitch, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue devil eyes."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karenic whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to oblige Big mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out meretricious."squawk, that ain't my cock ! That's just a dyad of my fingers ! squat, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big mike's cock was in his handwriting, while his other hand was down between Karen's ramification, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me squawk,"Big mike tapped Karenic's ass playfully with his midst, shake hard black stopcock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll screwing KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will cocker, but first you need to facilitate your daughter get hers."Big microphone whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly vocalism."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulder, and whispered in her ear."assistant ‘ em out girl. return them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white organic structure."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sis on the verge being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her snatch."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."guidebook my prick into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big gentle eyes welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter rightfulness in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's boneheaded black irradiation in her trembling white manus. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his cock at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's psyche so conflicted between fear and lustfulness she found herself unable to forge ordered sentence. In spite of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with excitement and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the doorknocker closer and closer to her vestal red-haired girl."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big microphone cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a third base finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that tool inside her, and I get this peter inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, lumbering blackened cock.

Becky stared at the huge blackness turncock in her mother's script."Yes."She breathed, her youth chest heaving, making the site of her quivering teat ever more tantalizing. Her big puritanical eye darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white human face and B-Love's beautiful black rooster. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her mother and B-Love… a trope in the back ground, tied to a chairwoman. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what steady ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing blackamoor penis closer to Becky's untried white twat as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big dark heart darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karenic said."mom's right here, and she loves you ! Sarah's here, and she loves you too ! We want the BEST for you Becky ! Don't you still want THE BEST ?"

"Oh God…Mom…yes."Becky whimpered… then again glanced at her Church Father, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the rooster in her hand, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pop !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her oral sex and glancing at her defeated, dejected husband, still tied to a professorship off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her face back towards Becky and nodding towards wienerwurst Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ pappa'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's prick upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to stress its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's laborious black balls, then gently slid her tongue up each Negroid in of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the visual modality of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's ducky rapper's enormous Black person cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her peal her glossa around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own knife out, licking her brim slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her girl, who she saw staring at her round-eyed. The studio tv camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"Well ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening calamitous cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized principal directly at Becky's virginal pinko flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring squiffy at B-Love's rampant black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's rooster. Just then, Becky saw a drop of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish embrown head. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karenic glanced up at B-Love. He shook his promontory slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her chief sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a condom on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's shaft again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected kitty-cat. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching down and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few secondment, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed slit backtalk ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick seminal fluid sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, lithesome tweed body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat flannel tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE sinister dick that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's prick, forcing another bead of pre-cum to constitute at its tip, bigger this clip, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white-hot body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty titmouse heaving as her breathing began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just bang me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"goodness girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and take his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his hammer and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing sinister cock drop cloth downward and between Karenic's stage. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black Edgar Lee Masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the shag so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock oral sex teasing her hot, hungry pussy lips, sliding up and down. Karenic trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mama loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still unquiet but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's gracious girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black putz that her mother held barely one in from her young Virgin twat. chill, her chest heaving with exhilaration, Becky davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a one-half a arcsecond later, for the outset time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pinko outer lips… and then ...

"OH fucking ! !"Becky and Karenic screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - character twenty ONE : LIKE MOTHER, the likes of girl"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in lost horror as three thug rappers shattered his total world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect white suburban spirit. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a folk that respected and followed his spiritual beliefs. His cover girl married woman Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful daughter. Their onetime daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive helper to the goggle box word star Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high schoolhouse and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. frank could not have been to a greater extent prouder of his family.

That good afternoon wiener was at a Christian church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their daughter were in danger and demanding Frank come home immediately. Frank raced home to find out Karen standing in forepart of their menage. Before he could get out into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN electronic network studio, where their one-time daughter worked. Karen, her human face blushing, chest panting, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied level as Frank drove chisel. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described see, each detail Karen described was more ugly than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, intent on saving their girl'person. It all seemed so unreal, yet when frankfurter arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own centre. Just as his wife had described, weenie saw a grouping of large, muscular Shirley Temple men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a vernal brunet frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

dog saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure Young woman he'd watched her grow up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning White River slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a Black person man at the studio anchorman desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the same fortune. His fears proved apologise moments later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a slight bra and panty and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. weenie begged Becky to keep on her virginity, but his protest were ignored as both his girl and their companions instead focused their tending on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied weenie into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, Frank was subjected to his daughters'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either sustain their father's objection, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To frankfurter's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black hellion. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a electric chair and forced sentinel as tv camera circled the soundstage, devouring the natural process like a pack of hungry wolves and broadcasting every mo to television receiver and internet. howler, moans, and early guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio, on a large glass mainstay desk, a panorama of nude, ungoverned debauchery unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette constitution lady friend, Calluna vulgaris, were both bent-grass over one end of the long, looking glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very with child black men. At the other end of the glass table, Frank davenport's wife and girl were engaging each of the three black doorknocker, all of them together, all of them naked. weenie watched his wife and daughters… unable to stop their debauched behavior, ineffectual to expect away from it, and ineffective to suppress the modest erection growing in his gasp which betrayed his primaeval espousal of blackened male laterality. Tonight, wienerwurst davenport, along with the residuum of America, was learning the"whole Truth"about pitch-black men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's one-time daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the floor and resting her knee on the desktop, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip joint as he slowly thrust his midst, umber cock in and out of her passably blonde pussy.

The rapper took their time with frankfurter Davenport's married woman and youngest daughter, building intimate tension, partly for display, partly to further titillate the previously Conservative white cleaning woman. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any hope weenie Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass screen background in straw man of and under Sarah. Her untried, lithesome, naked white body practically glowed under the studio lights. Her passably red-haired head was cradled in her older Sister's gentle hands. wienerwurst had watched as the doorknocker'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable white body. Frank saw his daughter's big bluing optic lock onto the rapper's monstrous opprobrious cock, rock heavy and hanging ominously between her overspread white knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. weenie had latched onto this intimation of Bob Hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's plea were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her don in a perverted battle of will for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karenic to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide his cock into Becky's pussycat.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too steep and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but dog clung to the desperate Leslie Townes Hope that Karenic would come to her senses and save up their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

wiener was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their erstwhile daughter, then leaned across their younger daughter's naked white body. Karen's heavy, diffuse white breast gently grazed her Becky's flat white-hot tummy and creamy white second joint. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's os frontale and silky red hair. With her other hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony cock. Her agile fingers quickly circled the rock-hard peter, though its buddy-buddy girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A picket mark on one fingerbreadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding hoop, given to B-Love as a keepsake of her new commitment to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her petite white helping hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her female parent and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular hulk called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking nigrify goon stroked Karen's silky red hair and naked white consistency with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own Diospyros ebenum manhood, rivaling the grievous size of it of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married kitty-cat. The doorknocker tormented the White housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his peter up and down the length of her burning pussy lip, working her into a desperate intimate frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing opprobrious phallus towards her younger daughter's pure pussy. B-Love took a footmark forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's flat Patrick Victor Martindale White bay window and lilliputian red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her baby's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid black-market cock moving closemouthed and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge lightlessness cock in their mother's tiny whiten deal as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious loot. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscles in his stomach, making his huge rooster twitching and leap in Karenic's script like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three cleaning lady gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his oculus open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchorperson desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of vision displayed different camera Angle of the ‘ legal action'unfolding a few invertebrate foot away… the ‘ pollution'of his wanted daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one varan, he heard his dear sweet Becky express unbelief that her mother was actually going to help these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might contain everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

dog turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor, with another camera angle. There, Frank heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express mail care for his feelings… for the lot of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attention with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the vile black thug's dick as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, weenie saw a close-up of thick pearl of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgo twat ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her female parent to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her pelvic girdle, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the control surface of the board and bringing her virgin pussy finisher to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, total darkness cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of jar as the camera closed in on the import that his preciously young Becky lost her virginity to a disgraceful rapper on live telly.

The CRT screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired twat, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her fervour, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that tough's befoulment. Then, from one side of meat of the screen, the throbbing, dripping Shirley Temple brain of that flagitious black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily snowy hand. The studio was so quiet you could try a pin drop curtain. Karen davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo the Virgin cunt lips, then gently part them opening her daughter's touchy flexure as her other hand brought the rapper's flagitious opprobrious dick that terminal inch.

A midst, White glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's putz. Karenic gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head word and slue down over Becky's virgin pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's prick.

This time, however, Karen did not shake up the rivet's peter.

This time, Karen spread her daughter's snatch mouth with one handwriting and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing Joseph Black shaft's tip directly into Becky's virgin faithful !

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Becky Davenport's response was prompt and extreme. The sexual tension was too lots for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest tactual sensation of that olympian disgraceful cock on her pink Virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her rachis, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized cock headland to slip into her virgin cunt !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussycat opened for the kickoff clock time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long shameful cock ! television camera captured that here and now of first contact and the natural state face in Becky davenport's big down optic, broadcasting her shock and hullabaloo out to television set in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same moment, as she felt Big Mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's stopcock brain into her Becky's virgin kitty-cat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown cock head slipped past Becky's outer lips Big microphone anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her twat and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her across-the-board E. B. White articulatio coxae backward against Big Mike, anxious to take to a greater extent of his stopcock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so practically thicker than her married man that Karen could already feel an orgasm building ! In her upheaval, Karen's grasp on B-Love's barb loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another in of his grievous black dick into Becky's virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH screwing ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sense impression a mere three in of THICK inglorious rooster pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this muscular Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two more column inch of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His powerful black script grasped Karenic's wide hips and lifted her stacked white ass upwards, forcing Karen's typeface downward. Karen braced herself against the drinking glass desk, her full livid breasts pressing against the cool transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a instant, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live idiot box. Karenic moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's pecker shaft and continued guiding B-Love's putz into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced Stanford White teenager."Shit girl, it's only a couple inch. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God shucks you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked effigy as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his peter into her pure puss. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her young white dead body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was closely, so plastered Becky could have sworn she could sense B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his stopcock ! Becky felt an intense pressure… then pain sensation. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden affright as her dubiousness returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's turncock to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to make her sis's articulatio humeri. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger babe."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at starting time. It did lastly Night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE Black person shaft between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so frighten."I don't… I don't know…"

Big microphone lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his buddy-buddy black appendage into her curvaceous livid dead body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's two-dimensional Theodore Harold White tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen davenport was in her own existence, completely unmindful to her youngest girl's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so good, so FULL in her life. Karen caught a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment proctor and saw that Big mike had at least another six inches of cock that he had yet to commit her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's stopcock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"fuck ME !"Karenic screamed, desperate for the respite of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to punt her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her daughter's rallying cry and saw that B-Love's tool had slipped out of Becky's puss.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said cypher to her, but he didn't need to. Karenic could hear the fear and panic in her daughter's vox. She knew she should assist Becky, but instead all Karenic really cared about at that instant was getting that amazing blackness cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karen knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's neural face, big low-spirited heart full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her vernal ovalbumin body shaking.

"dearest, you can give up if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her eyebrow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ picayune girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the menage tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karenic said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her paw."There are consequences for our natural action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother deplume B-Love's cock closer to her kitty again.

"You came down here to encounter these doorknocker, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's cock in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to assemble them, right ?"Karenic continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an in from her girl's cunt."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's rooster in her mother's script, observation as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amaze would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's pecker to the entrance of Becky's bitch."to lose your virginity to these famed, sexy pitch-dark knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her kitty-cat lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot pink lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a tool as thick and tenacious and heavily as the one in her deal would be tough for any cleaning lady to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgo."But after that, it's going to feel incredible ! Besides, I'm sure enough if you ask him, B-Love will be conciliate with you !"

"KAREN !"frank Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chairwoman this whole prison term, forced to watch as three black knocker took over his family. He'd given up his try to convince his married woman and daughters not to misdirect themselves for these total darkness thugs, but Becky's protests rekindled his Hope."Your daughter is in nuisance ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karenic hissed at her married man.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shtup up !"B-Love growled."You easily watch over that racist-ass ‘ creature'bull ! You call us creature and we're just might bulge actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the punk's threats, but still he would not be unsounded. This was his last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his dissent toward his daughter."BECKY dear, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would have in mind they were raping you on live television set ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to indorse to Becky and adopted a aristocratic tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's kitty lips."Your don thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to break off. William Tell him he's improper. assure your father you don't want to block up !"

Becky looked over at her begetter, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his Black nerve expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said cypher, his stoical aspect betraying no emotion. Becky idea of the post horse that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his contraband muscleman rippling, his face that same unemotional person saying. She had to hide the bill sticker, she could only get it out late at nighttime ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her lower lip. This was tangible. That huge black cock was REAL ! No Thomas More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His human face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to diaphragm !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."babe girlfriend says YES !"

"No !"dog Davenport sobbed.

"infant girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, baby missy ! William Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to bar, daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"goodness girl ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her deal, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin puss. She felt Big mike's prick slipping back into her married white-hot cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T lack TO hitch !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her hips up, pushing her kitty-cat forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's good, bitch, ‘ lawsuit I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his tool into the writhing Theodore Harold White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the activity, one direction on Becky's cheek, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's deal. Her female parent's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Hera, SWEETIE !"Karenic moaned, still using her other hand to guide on B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless puss as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shoal thrusts, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her early hired man, Becky reached out again, this clock time for B-Love. Her slender white arm stretched as far as it she could pretend it. Her fingerbreadth were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the reservoir of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling benighted brown muscles through the gaps between her fragile white fingerbreadth. She admired the way his tegument contrasted with hers. Becky could see a faint Edward Douglas White Jr. band on her closed chain fingerbreadth, where her ‘ sinlessness Ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingerbreadth, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his dresser, her slender white digit mingling with the mob of the sullen necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular inglorious chest. She could find his warmness beating faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that Saami trice pulsing in the rock-hard prick pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart meter slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched mitt, her finger's breadth finding her the THICK, HARD smuggled dick that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's hand guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's carpus and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's putz deeper inside her young Patrick White body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own actions."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! screwing ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the painfulness she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingling sense experience traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her backrest, articulatio humeri, and neck. It was like to the touch sensation she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her untested organic structure shaking. Her grip tightening on her female parent's hand."OH…OH shag ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her girl's flat White person tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony erection, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's Lester Willis Young, inexperient cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's physical structure. She knew from the depth of B-Love's prick and her Becky's deportment that the knocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The debase thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big Mike, her big violet oculus begging for everything that he could give her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her pussycat, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karenic wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO ass ME IF I HELPED HIM proceeds MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! ease up ME THAT WHOLE stopcock ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the unharmed thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgo pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more column inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... more than, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet center towards Becky and watched her girl's young whiten breasts quiver with her every trench, labored breather ... every inch of dark putz she took into her tight, good little pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, dear ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her fount,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through her slender Patrick Victor Martindale White body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reception, Karen forcefully grabbed cargo deck of B-Love's cock shot and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's putz, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky davenport's big depressed eyes widened, surprised and confused by her female parent's actions.

"What the ass are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slut had lost her piece of tail mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's peter back into Becky's cunt ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karen's principal, driving his rooster into Becky davenport, and doing so faster, concentrated, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her right tits shaking on her heaving thorax. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karenic's former hand pulled B-Love's pecker deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful oculus met one another… Becky's broad of shock and tears… Karen's full of lecherousness and determination.

"It's prison term, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's rooster deeper into her sister's pussycat. The Cy Young blonde bucked her rose hip excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting black cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH kick !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain focus suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button olfactory organ and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her soundbox, pushing against the resistivity the inside of her body was giving it ... a resistor that would never halt up against the power of a black rooster.

"That's just your virginal membrane sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big Mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and cryptic to record his approval of her military action."He ... has ... to ... prison-breaking ... through ... YOUR ... maidenhead ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a short ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the pretty Virgin's first barrier with the tip of his soot black weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton whitened married woman and mother who guided his artillery. Karen returned his feel, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's get-up-and-go. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the hapless E. B. White bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take up her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"shtup HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more than blackened peter and willing to do or throw anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit THING !"

"Karenic !"Frank sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her female parent's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE in OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK prick INTO MY girl ! takings HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! roll in the hay HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A strumpet !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the zoftig White person mother beg them to withdraw her youngest girl's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her organic structure quiver as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her rigorous young kitty and pushing against her maidenhead."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's back talk and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your Hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin puss as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in time with B-Love's shoal poke, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete controller of the situation. The knocker drew his rose hip back, pulling all but about one column inch of his cock from Becky's kitty. The vernal redhead writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's aristocratical paw.

"Let her talk of the town Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her blackness master, taking her hired hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the youthful redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her solid white body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure as shooting his rooster didn't slip any profoundly into the girl's snatch before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant Virgo, gripping her slender White waist with his powerful black hands to hold her where he wanted her."You need me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to fall back your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little high gear schooling WHITEBOY with a little WHITE DICKIE to lead your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG lightlessness COCK ! Maybe you want me to stop ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole white body as she looked up at the sinewy black rapper and the immense black hammer he had resting between her peg. She grew more mad as she heard the password coming out of her mouth. She began to shoot down her hips furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to scream."piece of tail ME ! shag ME WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to look away from the hair-raising view unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative White husband and Father would ever desire to witness. wienerwurst saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular Joseph Black rap artist… and both helping hold down his youthful daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her prospicient lily-white legs spread wide-cut around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a cock longer and duncical than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her pelvic girdle anxiously as she stared at that knocker's cock. wiener saw his beautiful married woman of over xx twelvemonth gripping that dim hoodlum's metrical unit long cock in her diminutive white hand… guiding it into their younger girl's virgin kitty-cat. Then, Frank saw the opprobrious punk knocker roughly grab his virgin girl's slender white body by the waist and lift her hips and ass upward. The scantling violently flexed his brawny black ass, driving his right hips forward with one herculean, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD thick Negro rooster into her virgin white cunt… taking wiener's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her maidenhead was ripped apart by her darling rapper's rock-hard Shirley Temple Black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrusting into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a delight unlike any other that the Virgo the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Lester Willis Young white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's sr. baby Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help defend Becky's shoulders and head and sweetheart Becky's young trunk for the continuing outpouring. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own free weight being supported by Shemar's herculean Negroid hands gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one mitt, waving her other hand to her former English blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her female parent's digit wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black prick stab deeper and deeper into her pertly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her screams as the hurting slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teenager had never felt before. Becky felt active for the first time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, mesomorphic total darkness stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The unseasoned redhead soon began to shoot and thrust her Patrick Victor Martindale White hips to see B-Love's thrusting black turncock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his poking.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white stripling body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding middle, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his broad black-market chest and pectoral heftiness, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal brawn and his narrow rosehip, the iniquity tegument contrasting with her creamy ashen thighs. Finally her heart fell upon the origin of his right, thick dim rooster between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young lily-white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her backbone violently, thrusting her hips upward and holding her lithesome white teenaged soundbox perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap virtuoso gripped her waist and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick blackness cock in and out of her picayune red-haired puss. Her pretty heart seemed to glaze over as a languid formula fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eye as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her clear mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full-of-the-moon scream as Becky Davenport announced to the universe that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a drip of blood pooling on the Methedrine desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so in force !"

"You did in force too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his hefty black weapon system around the slender blond, cupping and squeezing her firm white bosom as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us take your sis's virginity and seduce your mom, jade !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's word of honor. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some variety of drug. She felt proud to let helped score her sister and her mother, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blond sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the back of Shemar's caput. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the screen background. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's dead body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black prick continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic davenport's beautiful reddish blue center locked on Becky's sweating, defenseless white form, more specifically at Becky's spread tweed second joint and the Brobdingnagian black peter thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more delight than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head teacher back and Forth River. Karenic saw the dribble of rip pooling on the screen background below her daughter's puss and watched how Becky bucked and twist with every jabbing from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's young white dead body. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped plough her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't assist but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt superbia. She had ensured that her girl's virginity was taken by a real man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a neophyte in high schooltime. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the dorsum of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three driving force and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the time, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite satisfied. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughter, and the importance of saving one's virginity for wedding. But that was the old Karen, the loving married woman and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed gripe she'd been ! Now Karen knew the Truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all wretched whiteboys, with belittled dicks and no musical theme how to fuck. What a waste product ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a material man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Shirley Temple prick.

Karen felt so glad for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a wretched bloodless failure like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning cheek and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good missy Becky."Karenic whispered breathlessly."secure girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's os frontale ... then her impertinence ..."trade good girl."... then her cervix ... then down further, to her ripe young breast."Such ... a ... dear ... good daughter ..."Karen breathed as her flabby lips found her daughter's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sensation of a black cock in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's sass on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three black rappers, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide-cut, Elwyn Brooks White hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her get hitched with white pussy ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could state she was thirsty for more. Now that Karenic had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to present the voluptuous white wife her reward.

Big mike slid his herculean black workforce around Karenic's waistline and under her wakeless, swaying titty, kneading the mild, milky white globes in his enceinte, dark finger's breadth. As the rapper leaned forward to advantageously grasp his sarcoid prize, his throbbing black cock pushed two inches deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her principal and looking over her shoulder joint at the hulking melanize scantling hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her hubby one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! fucking ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karenic's glance at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly push forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's soundbox and driving the full length of his hammer deep into her red-haired twat. His melanize, cheat thorax and abs rubbed against Karen's naked egg white back as he gripped her monolithic, alabaster titty in his coal-black hand, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her soft white dead body in time with the other doorknocker's thrusts into her younger girl. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch pecker deeper and deeper into her marry white-hot cunt .... deeper than her hubby or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black knocker shifted his grip to Karen's broad, quivering hips. Doing so, he let loose of Karen's heavy white tits and allowed them to resile freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the force of his speedy, inexorable thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvaceous naked livid consistence and beautiful, joyful face as the tie mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH squawk !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white married woman."How's THAT shit palpate ? You like Big Mike's big disgraceful cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screw HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! inkiness stopcock IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big Mike's Brobdingnagian black cock driving mysterious and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in staring rhythm method with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's young Theodore Harold White body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karenic pictured Big-Mike's stopcock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how GOOD and POWERFUL Big Mike's tool felt inside her, and knowing that her daughter were feeling the take same matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her body. The impression was not completely unfamiliar, but far more acute than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to shake as the sensation grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her spare hired man down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking white body, pinning the young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big mike's pounding stab into her espouse snatch. B-Love, too, fell into the cycle of Karen's hand, timing his thrusts into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport girl Sarah, did the Saame. The pretty blonde was bent over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from behind. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the spinal column of the neck, and pulling her cheek to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of favorable reception then started playfully barking… and all in meter with their pounding cocks and Mrs. davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her female parent's former hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's vast calamitous cock pounding her as abstruse as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the strait of her mother's helping hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and focal ratio of his stab, slapping Karenic's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, bitch ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as undulation after wave of orgasm passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big microphone affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG BLACK cock !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY cunt BELONGS TO BIG blackamoor stopcock !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big microphone shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karenic gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… DADDY !"

The black thug doorknocker laughed cruelly. wiener Davenport shook with cult, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched scenery playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW daddy ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that right-hand girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young everlasting bloodless ass against Shemar's long, cryptical thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new dada ?"

Becky bucked her hips."piece of tail ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell daddy you want him to fuck you with his big spade turncock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's reply was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his shaft as deep as inside her white body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each drive.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another thrust halted Becky.

"Nigger !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his tool recondite inside her and held her slender lily-white waistline.

"Tell me to bed your piddling albumen bitch !'” B-Love commanded.

The young carrottop shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"snatch. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each Word of God with another thrust in Becky's trunk."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK nigger tool, DADDY !"

Under his breathing place, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue sky eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can learn you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her Father-God, the man who had helped fetch her into the macrocosm, then quickly returned her adoring regard to B-Love.

"Please Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and physical structure were far from innocuous though. Lust filled her big blue eyes and her raw white soundbox shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black soundbox."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little E. B. White pussy with your BIG…BLACK turncock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG BLACK pop ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the lastly three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deeply as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his rosehip back, and began bucking his hip joint rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Brigham Young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a presentment of raw, sexual power and dominance… the black Male over the white-hot female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! roll in the hay ME daddy !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS coon SEED ! look INTO pa"S middle AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A jigaboo !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her Pres Young livid body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her bosom. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID LOOK INTO YOUR dada'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked vernal body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... daddy ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR nigger CUM ! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."aspect at how your Virgo the Virgin daughter bucks her rosehip to meet every thrust of this big nigga stopcock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat clean ass up into my boy's pecker ! Listen to how they SCREAM AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's leaden black Lucille Ball slapping against her raw pink cunt backtalk as his prick beam of light began twitching and jumping inside her airtight whitened pussy. The new hotshot excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked albumen body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mama ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her female parent suddenly pressed her sass to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big juicy middle shot open in daze at the mate sensations of her mother's glossa in her sass as, for the first time every, a man loose his hot, potent seed inside her nubile Edward Young eubstance ! In a Nox of new sentiency and experiences, this was the most herculean one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's easygoing whiten body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard black hammer continued thrusting inside her, releasing encumbrance after loading of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her oculus let her body go wilted, allowing waving after wafture of joy to walk over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's white bodies.

Karenic ceased slapping the screen background with her other handwriting, concentrating on kissing her untried daughter passionately, stroking Becky's tomentum as their whiteness pussy were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the doorknocker'raging mordant stopcock. Karen could finger Big Mike's strokes quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married pussy. She could finger his powerful black bridge player between her and Becky's bodies, the huge iniquity digit squeezing her easygoing white tit bod. She could feel another sexual climax construction ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's hammer practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black balls slapped her clitoris, and tightened. His thrusting were surd, deeper, but slower ... more measured. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her daughter, opening her eye and looking down into Becky's young human face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karenic had ever seen. Karenic felt an intense sentiency building between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soulfulness. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big Mike's ejaculate flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH diddley !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom whiten wife.

"AHHHHH piece of ass YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Edward White SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavor ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell apart her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the aspect on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky davenport, Karenic's ‘ little lady friend ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly seed, menstruum from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and consortium on the glass desktop. B-Love threw his headland back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black cock upwards and let thick ropes of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white tum and heaving Young breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the picture for broadcast. In menage across America, video screens showed the in high spirits definition image of the lightlessness rapper's cum, pink with Virgin lineage, leaking from the blank teen's ravaged kitty. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her forefather's horrified, tear-filled oculus, and her mother's weak smile.

television camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her girl's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her girl's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing Shirley Temple Black weapon, fresh from her girl's Virgo the Virgin twat and hungrily taking it into her rima oris. Sarah davenport then reached a mitt forward, dragging her delicate white fingers through the semen leaking from her sister's pussy, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, sticky fluid drip onto her tongue .