E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT total darkness PHALLUS ...

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The computer screen flickered to lifetime with the image of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the downhearted left corner of the screen :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : lightlessness Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no euphony at first, 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 road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's locomotive sputters and it pulls off to the side of the road. The camera angle swing to the DoI of the car, showing a white kin. A dorky Edward White dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his position. Sitting in the hinder tooshie, reading a college predilection leaflet, is their pretty Patrick White daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 player. An aggressive rap beat can be faintly heard on the little girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her booklet and sees that their car is pulling of to the incline of the road and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the tough. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the locomotive, panicked, scratching his chief. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the heights schooltime graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 musician, then at her cell telephone. She picks up her cubicle phone and starts entering a sound number.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front end butt, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his accidental injury. Suddenly, the daughter's bridge player taps mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cadre. Mom looks at the telephone set and sees"THE wrecker"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit dismay, and shakes her fountainhead. The daughter tilts her head at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in figurehead of the car like a dumbbell, then turns back to the girl. The girl shakes her head and again whirl mom the phone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blazing sun and circling predator again. The mob now has all the car door open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his jacket and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and buff herself with a magazine. 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 hand truck with a winch drives up beside the mob and parkland in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"E. B. White KUNTZ ruining ”. The door opens and a prominent dim automobile mechanic gets out. The music for the picture finally starts properly now, a heavy aggressive rap round, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the view. The black grease monkey is tall and very powerful, wearing some loose fitting dungaree and a smashed tee. The girl watches him take the air toward the kin car and smiling. Daughter slowly rolls off the car hood as her founder and mother get out of the car to recognize the shop mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to examine the locomotive again, but the towering sinister shop mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front end of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be interested, her limb stretched over her chief, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily robe body. The studhorse smile, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her copious knocker and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how much pelt she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glances over her berm at the mechanic and bites her gloomy lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to rustle the seat hem of the blouse up, tying the front bottom of her blouse together, revealing her own mat midriff. The mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curved shape of her compressed petty ass in her dungaree short-shorts. The tv camera slowly rises up the missy's diminutive shorts, over her bland tan belly, her firm sweaty bosom, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye contact with the girl, making trusted she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the railway locomotive and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the duration of the pin. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her sizable cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the grease monkey is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the mother and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to induce a twosome of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The fathom quality on the picture is poor, but words can be made out :

"When he can't get yo'motor runnin'
causa his ride is old and busted,
YA'cry THE wrecker"

The mechanic looks over at the mother and girl again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his potent black arms, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his shadow, muscular torso, rippling with muscularity. Mom's big blue eyes widen. daughter licks her mouth, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his paw, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the car-mechanic's scoop and sees the twain of gloves he COULD have used to spread out the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the railway locomotive over and shakes his drumhead, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The automobile mechanic bends down and attaches the sweetener to the bumper of the car. His muscleman flex, the fret making his pitch blackness skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the road. The mechanic manner of walking back over to the car and looks at the lure. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt tending. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift movement, 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 head for protection. As this happens, the tv camera Angle alteration to show up the black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the backcloth looking at him. As the automobile mechanic violently yanks his belt ammunition off, his baggy pants fall down a few inch, just enough so that any viewer of the euphony telecasting would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes spacious, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the car-mechanic's tool. The television camera returns to the previous camera Angle within a secondment, and the car-mechanic is pulling up his drawers. The husband, still cowering from the rap's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'locomotive engine's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'phone call THE diversionist"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the role of the music telecasting. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then motions for the fellowship to unite him in the hand truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the sept, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench tush, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the grease monkey helps the wife up, giving her one shot ass a little push up into the rump. side by side, the hubby climbs into the cab and the machinist leaves him to exact care of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver's tooshie, but as his massive black frame squeezes into the cab, it is evident that not all four masses will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the automobile mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motion for the wife to sit in his lap and produce room for the daughter. The married woman declines the offer, and before the husband can insist, it's too deep. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts bare inch from the automobile mechanic's all-encompassing black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the grease monkey's bare, black torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the white teenager squirm and giggles in his lap. The lyrics continue :

"If he ain't got the succus to you started,
call me for a jump and don't be broken-hearted,
YOU call option THE WRECKER !"

The hubby and father looking at ill as he watches his teenage daughter wiggle in the smuggled mechanic's lap. The mechanic motility his head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's forefront so that he can push. The daughter continues to squirm in the mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her finish, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his large-minded Negro shoulders. The grease monkey coup d'oeil downward, getting a razz's eye position of the teenage girl's plenteous white cleavage. The mechanic seems to have trouble steering the motortruck, and the husband glances into the truck's English mirror to see his car swerving back and forth as it is towed behind the hand truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the hubby. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the white teenager in his lap and the pretty white married woman sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the shop mechanic slams the brakes. The little girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to hold open from slipping off his lap. The auto-mechanic looks over at the husband and nods toward the crime syndicate's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough way in the cab for him to ram safely. The married man hesitates for a instant, looking at his daughter, trying to draw up herself as she sits in the black 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 unknown. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fretful smell, the hubby glance again at the shop mechanic and his girl, the wife following his regard. The husband furrows his brow in worry, and the married woman smiling at him, as if to severalize him that she won't let anything unseemly happen to their daughter. The married man takes a deep, exaggerated hint and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the married man pats his place on the truck's workbench seat, indicating the wife should dash over and defecate room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

"So if you just lift up your hood,
I can fix you substantial good."

As the hubby gets into the kinsfolk car's driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the motortruck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the midriff of the bench bum. The mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to twit in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his wife and daughter in the large prat window of the truck cab. A worried look creeps across the husband's face as he sees that in spite of the spare way in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the automobile mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the motortruck is swerving all over the route, giving the husband a very rough ride in the towed family car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will interfere, and obviously she is mindful of the issue. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's judiciary seat is saying something to the auto-mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her girl. The married man can see that his wife's face shows distress and fear ! He begins hitting his car's horn, trying to get the motortruck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the shopping mall of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his posterior, his glasses falling to the level of his car. He leans down, pawing for the lost spectacles, finally finding them and putting them back on his font. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her munition. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the car-mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her female parent, and taking a hindquarters on the far incline of the truck's cab. The husband is about to take a breath a sigh of succor 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 married woman is trying to keep her back. The husband sees his married woman looking at him from the truck's arse windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter grabs her hands and forces them down, under the truck's rear window, out of sentiment. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked grin is on her brass. She is not trying to climb over her female parent to get back into the car-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to agitate her female parent finisher to the mechanic. The husband watches, confused as his wife shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her finisher to the auto-mechanic and bearer her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm grim"just before their girl pushes her head down, below the hindquarters window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to veer violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Menachem Begin frantically blasting his car trump. He sees his girl looking at him from the truck's rear window. He mouths the word of honor"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and undulation at her father. She then have got her hands up, palms 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 fist and waves it in straw man of her mouth, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear end windowpane of the truck. His moderately white wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the sinister automobile mechanic. As the girl does this, her father briefly glimpses her unembellished white ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The father lookout man, mouth agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to sheer violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the motortruck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car trump yet again, trying to protest what he is lost to stop. He sees his pretty whiteness wife looking at him from the hindquarters window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale blasphemous center wide-cut of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it clear, revealing her ample, bra clad bosom. Like her daughter's bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright 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 hand, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife grinning at him one lowest fourth dimension, blowing him a buss with one deal and waving sayonara, before reaching up to the cap of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's claw releases the kinfolk car which drops to the highway at seventy stat mi an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop 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 number and the shibboleth ..."Call the WRECKER !"

Again, the caption appeared in the lower corner of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Black penis / label : E & I Records ”.

Two high school senior turned away from the sieve after watching it with such close attention.

"Oh my GOD ! Wasn't that HOT ?"Lauren giggled. She was a diminutive but athletic 18 year-old with a aureate tan, smoky viridity middle, and red-auburn pilus that she wore in a ponytail.

"Wow !"Becky Davenport gasped, still staring wide-eyed at the figurer screen. She was the more destitute of the two young woman. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was xviii and beautiful. She was grandiloquent, slender, with long red tomentum, alluring green eyes, and a light sprinkle of lentigo across the span 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 missy's butt in one quick guess, I'd hardly bid it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some spiritual prude with spiritual prude parents !"

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

"You are practically AMISH !"Lauren teased. Both the young woman laughed.

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her folk was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church coming together twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her one-time babe Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian time value. They were not to garnish provocatively, use yucky language, relish ‘ inappropriate amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these prescript with no job. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ uncivilized child'of the kinsfolk. Her parents had cryptic concerns about the fact that Becky had done affair like worn mid-riff baring tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of male child.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative upper side covered more skin than did about of the other tops worn by her equal. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three sentence Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost track of meter. 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 picayune feat for a high-school elder as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a purity halo, a symbolization of her promise to her family that she would remain a virgin 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 wilderness bar that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in medicine. Becky loved rap music, and her Friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap group called"blackamoor Phallus ”. The songs were commodity, though reasonably risque. Becky began looking for More of the Song dynasty on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few links that she found for"Black person Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's reckoner prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. Black Phallus CD's seemed impossible to find in local music stock, so Becky had to pretend do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the miss at schooling were surprised that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of lightlessness member. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at number 1, she found them amusing ... and the warm rhythm and musical rhythm made her want to trip the light fantastic. What she didn't honorable mention to her peculiar friends was that the birdsong were stirring hard urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that buttoned-down Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to hear to a Negro Phallus vocal to achieve the in effect sexual climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their euphony and find out about their grouping ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to confab, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music video that had been leaked online.

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

"Of course of study not !"Lauren laughed."Don't you recognize B-Love in the video recording ?"

"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 whole ‘ grease monkey'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it's a decriminalise TV, I got it from their site. It's the first 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 unanimous running off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

"Wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it ca-ca you wonder if the rumors are true ..."

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

"The rumour about their Sung dynasty being based on literal 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 disappoint that her friend wasn't going to talk about the early rumors, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the telecasting they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The mother and daughter affair ?"

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

Lauren laughed."I'm kidding ! Of course it's all just bullshit ! All these knocker 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 excitement, afraid that Lauren would reckon her interest group was less than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software package blocks the site."

Lauren didn't seem to mark Becky's over-enthusiasm."No, sorry, that's the only video they have available for download. The site says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

"So ? !"Lauren rolled her oculus."So lightlessness Phallus is going to appear 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 honorable mention that she'd probably be meeting them ! Maybe she can get their John Hancock for you !"

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

"Well…"Becky bit her scurvy lip."She doesn't really bed I listen to that type of medicine. I doubt she'd approve. You know how spiritual and conservative my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to narrate her I bet Sarah will meet them ! You have to tell her you want their John Hancock ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and forgather them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustle."That would be amazing ! Do you call up you could get me a VIP offer too ?"

"I… I don't know… I think my parents and Sarah would flip out if they knew I listened to total darkness Phallus."Still, Becky's idea was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought of possibly meeting inkiness Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that appearance ! It's supposed to be like a serious news program program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit trueness'and let the cat out of the bag about their music being so popular in the golf-club, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, sole interview and show U.S. and the respite of the world what blackamoor 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 site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of exceptional on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming video matter on their internet site, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her induce a credit wag, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to admission a television consultation with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that Black Phallus is planning to prove some of their former music videos and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"tow car"video was expressed, just imagine what the uncensored single will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her shelter mind to opine how much lively the Black Phallus music telecasting could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her idea began to roam, thinking about a just how sexually explicit Black Phallus might make their medicine videos. The thought of seeing erotic scenes unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to crimson, her typeface turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of class ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's heart widen with wonder, she decided to tease her sheltered friend a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live show ! I wonder if the consultation will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ savage ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's narration of bacchanal and sex parties that the rappers supposedly threw on turn, or in recording studios, or on the moving-picture show set of their music television, or onstage at concerts in front of herd nine. They were just silly story, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her cerebration were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagination. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

"So,"Lauren asked,"Do you require to come up ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

"I said I thought you could come over to my station that Night, eternal rest over and watch the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP passes ? What do you reckon ?"

Becky smiled at her compass friend."I ... I think I should shout my babe !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young charwoman in American English television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the mass communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable television service news network. It was a good job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In the true, the job probably should throw gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youth and personality that the network executives had wanted, and her inexperience made her pay low-priced. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a slayer build, flawless gabardine complexion, dazzling smile, and big aristocratical centre. Her beautiful face was framed by a fatheaded mass of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same sentence had a kind of indulgent huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'fount, ‘ not-so-innocent'vox, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy kit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news reports. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her first visual aspect on television, Jessica McFarland was a family gens. Before farseeing, her picture graced the cover of dozens of cartridge clip, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advert work. While Jessica loved the aid, she was disappointed that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and photo were convinced, but Jessica didn't want to act or sit, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and toy down her youthful image, and began to dress a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff denudation shirts, Jessica began wearing designer suits in dark colouration. Little changed. Jessica felt more professional, but still the metier, including her own web, seemed only to see a pretty face who reported on luminosity, fluffy, amusement tidings. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her comportment had increased the meshing's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could take the several modeling and advertising whirl that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to ramp up.

When her contract bridge came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and to a greater extent say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth consultation, with nervy, more controversial renown. The web however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Cy Young ‘ entertainment letter writer ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was unfeigned that she could give up, and look for greener pastures, she didn't dare leave the mesh without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was quicksilver and had a short-term memory board. With her husband truncheon out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so close up to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone shout from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the host of a tidings platform for their new entertainment-oriented newsworthiness web. In addition to a healthy new earnings, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the chief anchor of a appearance would give Jessica the opportunity to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth interview with controversial amusement anatomy. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news computer programme, but cypher at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment diligence. There was short risk of infection in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no string section attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to engage her husband, nightstick, for a soft job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this net, unlike her current employer, would present 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, King Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the spiritualist scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly loaded and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and juvenility mart. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined serious electric current affairs reporting with an edgy youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to brook that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black male seemed to comprise the bulk of the head executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a imperfect tense net. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a pansy. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean spring water system in her dressing way. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite gamey. The only affair that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, truncheon seemed less and less interested in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy McFarland, too, always had a healthy supply of bottled water in his government agency, but unlike his married woman, Billy was not glad at KNEN. start he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making to a greater extent money, and that the work would be ‘ easier'since his employment was basically a backsheesh to his wife. Then there were his co-workers. billy goat hadn't realized that he'd have to work with so many Negroid ! baton had always thought of Negroid as lazy, and his employees were no exclusion. He tried to solace himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to depute jobs to his faculty, he was ignored. Because of this, billystick was tied to his desk day after day, often working tardy Nox, doing the body of work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all black men. He couldn't even bring himself to severalise Jessica. billy club felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make subject worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her more than and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to need sex almost every Night, and Billy's exhaustion and stress kept him from keeping up with her requirement. He hadn't been able to make water love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the motion to KNEN six month ago. billy club knew that he was the alone thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every nighttime confused and saddened by her husband's sudden want of interest in her body ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something faulty, but as very much as she loved Billy, and as eagre as she was for their sex life to return to pattern, she didn't have metre to find out what the problem was. There were early matters on her nous. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black Phallus ”.

"Black phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college bookman, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on television because the mathematical group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose language created picture of extreme point violence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple Phallus's language weren't controversial because of violent imaging, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their picture had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable's length euphony networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, blackness Phallus refused to permit any channel to air their video unless they were uncensored. The music video communication channel refused to air the picture without some edits for expressed depicted object, and thus, the other Black Phallus video recording were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the exception of"The saboteur ”, the video that had aired ( in censored form ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the grouping had managed to become very popular in underground circles, and beginning to ingest an impact on popular culture. Thus every magazine, tv programme, and news 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 member agreed to an sole interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the radical had been reached after workweek of extensive, secret dialogue with KNEN executives. The negotiation were so private that even after calendar week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive audience. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to conduct the audience, and that she had only three days to train ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, considerably hazard to show that she could be a truly provocative diarist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this prospect was, Jessica felt incredibly neural about the interview. Aside from this being her showtime John R. Major ‘ news'interview, she'd had very picayune clock time to do any research on the chemical group. selective information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and video, before one was finally provided to her by Shirley Temple genus Phallus's record recording label, Ingredient X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and concord that KNEN had been forced to reach, before the controversial chemical group would fit to be interviewed. The network wanted an undivided, no holds barred audience with the rap group, a hold up studio performance, and the right wing to show any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In central for this, the chemical group demanded that KNEN give a whole ‘ prime time'eve to"Black phallus ”, whether or not the unit of the even was used by the audience. In improver to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the music videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was Sir Thomas More, due to the controversial and inflammatory nature of some of their lyric and political purview, the grouping insisted on extra security department touchstone, including security control of the studio apartment for fellow member of their own certificate team. Finally, the group demanded that the interview be conducted by a sure date, due to their smashed agenda. This concluding condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her consultation. Being a hip, restive, minority-oriented cable television news program network, KNEN was in a position to satisfy the grouping's demand. The Major sticking point the network had supposedly had was the censorship issue. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity misdemeanour and issues, the meshwork had suggested the estimation of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit capacity'warning that the mental object may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen year of age, and some other viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members surgical incision of KNEN's site, and blackamoor Phallus's internet site, with the same dirty word warnings. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored program, KNEN was practically inviting the rap chemical group to perform some form of extortionate publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked zillion of dollar mark worth of lawsuit and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the undivided interview would be worth the endangerment involved. So it was that all of the group 's weather were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The truth was that both Black Phallus's track record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same system, Solomon big businessman's Ebony & bone initiative, Inc. To help becloud this connection from the journalistic art of sure newsman, the only interview that Negro Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned respective businesses, all with one major schedule, the sexual control of blackened men over white women. For the most contribution, E & I controlled occupation were very subtle in their advancement of the agendum. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance inglorious men's physical body and intimate great power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual foreplay in adult female, and do impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was billy goat's urine. This was standard operational process. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly conquer individual women and even whole businesses, and then use them to produce interracial porn or other materials to shape up E & I's agenda. For security purposes, none of the apparently ‘ legalize'line of work that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a resolution, E & I byplay operated with 1000 of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's docket. The sole connector between these byplay and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced nigrify men, and trusted police lieutenant to Solomon power. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agenda by releasing sexually denotative rap music, with interracial melodic theme. The programme was that the angry young black males and disaffected white early days that listened to rap music would get word this message over and over through the medicine, and would be psychologically conditioned to trust every Son of it. blackamoor males would go more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged pursue sexual meeting with white women. tweed Male would begin to see black males as intimate victor, and sense embarrassed about their sexual inadequacies and small penises. White girls who heard the music would begin to see white males as unworthy and black males as the most desirable sexual specimens.

Black genus Phallus was the backbone of the fixings X recording label. The radical was comprised of chemically heighten black men, role of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of disastrous men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophical system that the radical advocated was that black men were the intimate alpha Male of the human race. As such, black male person had the rightfield to get laid and spawn any woman, every char, they wanted… even espouse women, and especially livid women. What break way to turn up their call than by seducing a beloved, married American language icon on tv set ? So it was that Black phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its whiz newsperson, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah davenport smiled as she poked her head around her boss 's open office door ; `` I have those unedited copy of the"Black Phallus"CD and music 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 pile of written document on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document heap. Before Sarah left the elbow room Jessica motioned for her to stick.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glimpse, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or medallion. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up catch, and a rather unfashionable mode of field glass. Although she might birth behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the part. Sarah never gave their care a second thought though, as she was very Conservative and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite burnished, with an excellent tendency and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's motive. They had formed a close, sister-like bond in the few months they'd worked together. They were on foremost name terms, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at oeuvre. Anything less might undermine Jessica's self-confidence, and Sarah was very loyal to Jessica, and wanted to pull in 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 respite of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be ok then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her pin-up Young assistant.

"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 luck in your job with the computing machine ? ''

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was queer to listen to her. Sarah was a religious young woman and never swore. She never used the Lord's public figure in vain either. She didn't even say"hoot"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sigh, groan, and grunt of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt favorable to be an assistant for someone who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problem."I 'm sure I can clear it on my own. I don't like calling technical school living ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work 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 interview with Shirley Temple Black Phallus is tomorrow Nox ? Some of their representatives are coming by to check out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some interne. ``

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 verbal expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a duet of their producers. Why ? ``

'' I 'm sorry Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't mean to be unmanageable ... it 's just ... that group. They have a repute ... I'm a slight interest about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's manus. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a intrepid face, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a bunch of stupor note value plug and paradigm anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be delicately. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been unable to acquire transcript until late 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 audience is as big news as this one is, we have to throw ritual killing to get the first gear crevice at the level. The group had only had a yoke of eventide free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The story about Black genus Phallus's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The genuine reason that Jessica was being limited to two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of research time was a security precaution. Jessica was a trade good diarist, and Solomon Martin Luther King Jr. wanted to score sure there was little or no chance for her to find a connective between her own employer, and the controversial rap mathematical group.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'm so blue Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate talks around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. security measures is going to be extra tight when these guys are here, and the mathematical group will deliver their own security as well."

"Oh no, don't concern about that, I already told her no !"Sarah interrupted."I know we're airing their picture during the appearance and those things are supposedly almost pornographic. I don't want my sister seeing that vulgarism, or meeting those creeps. I can't believe she asked me to do that. My parents would never forgive me if I helped expose her to any more of that filthiness !"

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

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far talks about how expressed their music is, and there are hearsay that some of the television are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the one-half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black penis allows for nudity, profanity, and sexual deed during the whole broadcast. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimers and a handwriting entire of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to hold it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the programme's contents. Anything and everything that happens on camera during the consultation will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to present promotional material stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring fair sex from the consultation up on stage and ... and ..."

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The network warned me that they might try and deplumate something. In fact the meshing is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensualism. An uncensored television broadcast would contribute these Guy the utter opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The honcho assured me that I won't be in any tangible danger, so they asked me to work along for as long as I could. ``

Like the composition about Negro Phallus's limited availableness, the reports about their need for uncensored airtime was also a get over account. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view TV format and the web simulcast. Such program, with firm disclaimers, would reserve them to broadcast sexually explicit euphony telecasting, free of FCC intervention. Of course, it would allow them to broadcast any sexually explicit message ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any ok they levied would easily be paid by video sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep intimation. The truth was, she was a petty worried, but was forcing herself to persist calm."But I'm a professional journalist, but these Guy are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An consultation with a grouping this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's superstar reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, glad to change the subject from those awful black rappers to her recent engagement."I finally got it back from the jewelry maker. It took them forever to fit the ring to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the hoop. It was not a distinctive engagement band. It was a stunning house heirloom in atomic number 79, platinum, and diamonds. The Pt lot was etched and inlaid with a touchy gold approach pattern. This delicate form had been the grounds of the ring 's lengthy appointment modification. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's kinfolk ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty long time ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to await until the wedding to present it to me, but he said he was just that sure that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to take it off ! ``

'' He must have it off you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so glad for her assistant. It was so dainty to see a odorous girl so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen together !"

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

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

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily oppress since her teen year had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only opine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself prosperous that he'd had to go on a business trip to European Union for a few calendar month. She would feature hated to move over in to her urges so close to her wed day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten worse since Brad's departure two month ago ... and it would be another two months before he returned ! Every Night she went to catch some Z's thinking about her nuptials 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 head wandering to her recent desires and recently shop at thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to watch them sometimes, these are my feeling. I mean, believe that my body is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before wedlock. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its ill-timed. The only rationality Brad's not having sex before wedlock 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 tickle that we waited !"

Jessica was barely listening to Sarah's. She was gathering some document for her merging.

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

"What ?"Sarah turned to her political boss, furrowing her hilltop in discombobulation."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too later what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! baton would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his recent ‘ problems ’. No topic how frustrating her married man's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Thomas Young secretary !

"Oh,"Jessica blurted, quickly trying to breed her injudiciousness."zilch ! I shouldn't have said anything."

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the get together could run a little yearn. I might not even be back in the position today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to chance re-opening the subject area she had barely closed. Billy's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the hush-hush slickness. She wasn't about to take that jeopardy again.

"okeh,"Sarah shrugged."I guess I'll just go back to working on that computing device problem then. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guy cable from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't trouble about it. Just behave professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and kickshaw you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! Answer any interrogation they have, help them out anyway you can, and engage up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few month and hanker hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a news program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a corking career, and a peachy marriage…

Of course ... thing weren't quite as they seemed. Thanks to truncheon's impotence, Jessica was just as sexually frustrated as her pure assistant, Sarah. And none of them knew that all of these problem were caused by the same matter ... The bottled water they drank every day, supplied by KNEN, was tainted with Xcite.

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Sarah was in her small federal agency, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her reckoner for much of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to solve, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a bang at her door.

Sarah opened the door to ascertain two very large, very muscular, very black gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the former was wearing a sleek ignominious shirt and baggy pants kit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a pair of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but obtain both of the men very liberal. In improver to their height, the men were both very powerful. Their skin was a flawless, rich, lovesome, chocolate brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

"excuse me,"the man in the courtship said smoothly,"I'm looking for a miss Sarah Davenport, is that you ?"

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright K eyes darting from one dark typeface to the other. The other man stood, silent and expressionless, his eyes hidden by the stylize sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an sticky silence until the man in the causa finally spoke.

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for Negroid Phallus. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! right wing ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar spirit lonely longing for her groom-to-be that she'd been feeling over the finally couple of months. What was coming over her ? There was an inept silence while Sarah tried to gather her thoughts. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her involvement ring.

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

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

Silently, the behemoth slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's petite Caucasian handwriting in his giant blackened thenar. Firmly, he held her hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens field glass. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to count at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's mitt. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his secure fingers while he continued silently admiring her date ring ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her hand away, and was afraid to utter to the giant man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her gang ... The three were understood for several seconds before Sarah worked up the boldness to verbalize to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hired hand.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not rarify. Sarah shivered, she felt a prickling in her inguen ... the Sami one she'd felt the night Brad had proposed. The Saame 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 make for sure everything you have is compatible with Black genus Phallus's motivation, 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 low-toned lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank calamitous lens system on the blank sinister expression of the secondly man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily maltreat backward into her power,"I have a large piece of appurtenance that I need you to avail me quiz tonight. It could take much of the night, but I trust I can count on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the bit man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her manifestation ... her delicate Andrew Dickson White feature article framed and overwhelmed by his masculine mordant feature film."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of course you do !"The man said, placing his heavy black custody on either side of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to actuate backwards into her role. Tom followed the two of them inside, the room access closed behind them.

That room access was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her group meeting. In her spate to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"blackness Phallus"picture behind. She picked up the box with the TV and was walking retiring Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her assistant's unregenerate run. No doubt, Sarah was still having problems with her computer and was still trying to fix it herself !

Jessica briefly thought about popping in to say hi, but quickly changed her mind. Sarah sounded busy, and Jessica didn't want to run a risk picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that afternoon. She'd come too closing to talking about her married man's very personal trouble !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were confidant, and researching Negroid Phallus's sexually explicit language had only heightened Jessica's sexual tensity. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her long for a nooky that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. darn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't fair. billy club was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put sentiment of her man and wife out of her head word and started to flip through some of the research as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the room access close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another shrieking of pleasance erupted from Sarah davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's threshold, she would have been shocked by the sight. The post was a pot. composition had been thrown around the way. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in spell on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in place of the dispose computer, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked mass of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS FUCKING Savior ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the monumental black cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virgin Stanford White pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, new, virginal fiancee. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty white side. Her beautiful whitened body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservativist clothing, was now covered only by a thin level of glistening sweat that caused her legato whitened tegument to shine like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked white trunk was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his rear bleak hammer between Sarah's replete, soft, E. B. White knocker. He pushed her tits together around his thick dark shaft, using her soft flannel flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swell bootleg cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big calamitous in the sunglasses ( whose gens Sarah still didn't know ) had his big Negro hands on her tiny whiteness wasteland, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after in of his massive black rooster into the pretty Patrick White assistant.

Just five hr earlier that day, Sarah Davenport was touting her feeling. Her eubstance was a temple. Her virginity was a talent to be given only to the man she would get hitched with ... Brad ... the man whom had patiently respected her notion for the four days that they had been dating. Now, Sarah davenport was happily and voraciously servicing the two massive black macho-man she'd met only hours later that day ... letting them use her body as a plaything for their amusement. It felt so aright ... truer than any opinion she'd ever held.

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Jesus Christ ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanor that the previously prim-and-proper spiritual female child had learned to prize in the lastly few hours ...

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

"I ..."Sarah gasped between thrusts ..."told ... you ... I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin !"

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

"THIS ..."Sarah screamed during another incursive jabbing ..."... this JU-OOH-OOH-UNE !"

The inkiness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless stud asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dim whiteboy been waiting to hump THIS kitty that I'm FUCKING right wing NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

"FOUR ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the opprobrious in the sunglass increased the rate of his drive."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

"So assure me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the delay ?"The blacks laughed again ...

As the Joseph Black laughed at their own put-on question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of sexual climax. She had waited two dozen years to give herself to the man she would wed. Her groom-to-be had waited four yr to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four arcminute !

"YES ! ! ! IT WAS WORTH IT ! ! I'm gladiola I saved myself ! .... FOR YOU ! ! AND YOUR BIG Black person COCKS ! !"

"Then distinguish us slut !"The Shirley Temple pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to adopt your virginity months before your wedding !"

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

"I ... .was ... UNGH ..."Sarah grunted as the big black rooster bottomed-out in her cervix uteri ..."OH GOD ... I ... was ... a virgin ... saved ... myself for ... twenty dollar bill ... five geezerhood ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my wedding ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... Black ... rooster ... !

"AGAIN !"the black piece of tail her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... calamitous ... cocks !"

"LOUDER kick !"the pitch-black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that son of a bitch ! !"

"OH FUCK YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiac idea she'd ever heard in her spirit."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG pitch blackness shaft ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless pitch blackness rivet fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and nipple. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first thick jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her jolly ovalbumin face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless he-man's cock shooting its hot, powerful germ into her no-longer virginal white pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two he-man filled her in on a few details of what they wanted to do for the interview broadcast. Sarah was shocked by their program, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"Help us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more blackamoor stopcock ... starting tonight !"

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

"Good girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to help us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some more of that sugared white pussy. You might want to clean this elbow room up a little bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two melanise studs threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak wooden leg and surveyed the topsy-turvyness of her power. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her sister's smiling human face. She thought about how Becky was so do-or-die to meet the Black Phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio the next Nox. Then she thought about what would encounter to Becky if she had granted that asking, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the group had planned. This was why studio security system wasn't allowing VIP passes that dark, they didn't want anything to adventure disrupting the design. Sarah dared not do anything to imperil her new friends'plans, 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 sister.

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the floor with the receiving system off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the transmission line was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a speech sound figure. Becky's voice mail answered, so Sarah started to will a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your sis. Look, I just wanted to justify. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just come in 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 thing of hours."I met with some representatives from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the termination that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. Security is just too tight for me to get you a VIP go but I really want to make sure you see this consultation so I'm going to e-mail you my quotation card identification number so that you can ordering it on pay-per-view or picket online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some Shirley Temple cock."Becky ... make certainly you keep your headphone on you that night. Maybe I can set something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been base for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his hitch dick. It was rare that he ever got domicile before Jessica these days, so he wanted to take vantage of the time alone by trying to get his turncock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an hr, but couldn't manage an hard-on. 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 strip tease for him, slowly taking off her byplay garb and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the nerve and giving his pecker a gentle squeeze. sonant and wilted.

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

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

"It's OK honey."Jessica sighed, trying to obscure her foiling."We'll get through this. She threw on a cursory shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and man and wife, she could work on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home office, powered up her computer and began studying her enquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over head again and again, thinking of second and third lines of questioning. She thought of different elbow room of phrasing her motion, in causa she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as upright she could. She looked at the track itemization on the CD, and marked the course that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and ascertain their videos later, thus saving a trivial time ... and saving her the difficulty of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ dirt ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a couplet of headphones. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to take notes on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit fabric, she'd interpret some lyrics from some of the songs, but hadn't procured a transcript of the broad material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR medicine videos. Every individual vocal on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a collection of bad Christian Bible though. The songs on"Only cancel"described detail acts of sex. More specifically, the strain were all about black men having sex with bloodless women, all kind of white women ; vernal, one-time, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The radical contended that all of the birdsong on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking call, considering the stories told in some of the birdcall, particularly the some of the stories that the call told.

This first song was called"Size Energy Matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOE topic !"It was about all the stereotype of blackness men and abnormally large phallus. The song underscored the hale philosophy of the group, and demonstrated why every course on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the strain as the lengthening of a nonsensical myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history undertaking in a college class, where white scholar had to turn ‘ hard worker'for black student for two hebdomad. The white female bookman end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the white male person pupil were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and antiblack, but the outrageous floor continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a smart as a whip political satire about wash relative and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the Joseph Black community. Maybe these knocker weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the Sung dynasty told, the explicit lyrics slowly started to spring up on her. Many of more the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some variety of racial satire, and that the ‘ true story'claim were just voice of the act, made to generate controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the vocal were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm Home"told the story of a white man who comes home early, only to find his married woman in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this birdsong as a commentary on the prejudice fears that Theodore Harold White mass have of support in the same neighbourhood with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban heights shoal that has to conform to an influx of African-American students when an privileged urban center schoolhouse finale. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to teachers will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want Black in their mostly white school. The Song goes on to discover how the black male elder seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this birdcall as an exploitation of racialist fears and social comment on white flight from the interior city.

"Big Boss Man"told the report of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his black Bos household for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the boss meets his employee's sexy white wife, he tells the couple that he'll impart her husband the promotional material, if she lets him fuck her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The giant black man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the food or clear the table first. The following workweek, the honcho gives the promotion to another black man ... whom the Patrick Victor Martindale White wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to break off affirmative action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading team throwing a victory orgy for the Black person hoops squad. There was a ‘ humorous'turn at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the challenger schooling's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school day and college. Jessica was uncertain what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't assistance but smile at the approximation of the obtuse jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to include that the music itself was quite serious. The heavy bass speech rhythm were firm and coursed through her consistence, making her neediness to dance, or at to the lowest degree move with the medicine. 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 hot seat and move around the room.

Jessica let the truelove, grim rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long meter since she'd been able-bodied to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a piddling stimulated. The lyric still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting spirit level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the regular recurrence of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more lurid quality the songs began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the side by side birdsong was featured as one of her music video, and that she'd wanted to jump it.

'' Nigga In The Wood muckle '', the next track, was an even more humourous birdcall than the previous ones. Using music sampling from the old sappy love song,"You're Having My Baby ”, It told the tale about a man witnessing the giving birth of 'his'first child. When the baby is born, its inkiness, and the hubby discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a pitch-black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an plane flight of stairs that turned into an interracial orgy.

"Dear john"was about a lily-white young woman writing a break-up varsity letter to her high-school afters heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot Andrew Dickson White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young blank wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover !

"The saboteur"is about a family on vacation when their car breaks down. A disgraceful tow-truck driver shows up and seduced the mother and teenage daughter, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the broken-down car.

"association football Mom"was about a white woman who finds herself compelled to hold her high-school-soccer playing son's Black person teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, anti-Semite whiten college young woman who is raging that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's affair with a inkiness man. The black man moves into the planetary house and has to swan his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the fib of a dim drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative sept, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's twin girl. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both little girl at once, the father is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The end rails was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this song was featured in one of her euphony video, and that she'd intended to skip it. The song underscored the philosophy of black manlike sexual transcendency and authorisation, from the angle of ‘ instinctive excerption ’. blackamoor men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right hand to breed any woman they wanted. The song contended that cryptic down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every cleaning woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by calamitous men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the conclusion running, Jessica was sweating, and her entire organic structure was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being untouched, the sexually denotative language of"lightlessness phallus"had aroused her. She needed billystick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw open the room access to her office and went to her sleeping accommodation. Billy was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hired man down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his earlobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her office, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lust. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too weave up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"tweed marriage, Blacked bride ”. It was the one lead that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the euphony picture into her computer. Not wanting to ignite billystick, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to catch the video. Within seconds, the heavy hammer of the bass voice coursed through her dead body, again igniting a flak that no stale shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big sorry eyes locked onto the cover as the first-class honours degree images flickered to living. 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 D. White Wedding, Blacked Saint Bride"music television seemed to be a series of vignettes about Bride ditching their grooms on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The television opened with gong playing Mendelsohn's marriage March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass meter, and a distaff chorus chiming the language"I Do"repeatedly.

The first step conniption showed the rappers standing on a stagecoach exchangeable to those one would see in a strip club, sodding with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrop were of backlit stained glassful ‘ walls ’, evocative of church windows. The dancers were all young White person women, wearing assorted skimpy outfit evocative of a spousal motif. All the girls were slender, with full breasts and long, lustrous hair. Each young lady wore a bridal veil of some variety, E. B. White high-heels, and some skimpy ovalbumin lingerie. One girl, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another young lady, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, whiteness satin baseball glove. A third gear girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong pantie, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the background were similarly attired.

The lady friend danced with the aid of 'stripper poles', similar to those scene in strip night club. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, sinister mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the urbane John Brown terminal, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' desist. As the refrain ended, the photographic camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big puritanical middle directly into the camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

Jessica shivered when she heard this, and started to make note of hand about the lyrics. But as the song continued, it became apparent that this video, unlike the others, had almost no lyrics. The medicine was almost entirely a dance-mix instrumental. The only lyric poem came from the female person refrain. Again and again : `` I Do ... I Do Black Men, And Only Black Men '' !

The concealment cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her groom, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding vista. As the music continued, the television camera shot showed that the bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder, at the best man… a handsome, bald, mordant man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rapper. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's case. The macho-man runs his glossa over his sassing slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her play nervously with her sweetness.

The fit changes to the sunny outside of the church as the bride and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the wedding Guest. They rush to the limo, where the stableman gallantly opens the room access for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A vauntingly black deal reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the marriage guest stand, stunned, on the church building steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bridget. The usual"Just Married"mansion has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the interior of the limo, to a close up of B-Love rapping while riding in the vertebral column. The camera pulls back to disclose the beautiful bride on her knee joint, between B-Love 's bare black wooden leg. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her head bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde twist and veil bounce gently with her effort. Her promontory shilling are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A shiver went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that setting. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant disrespect of the asylum and spirituality of marriage. Instead, the boldness of the telecasting excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the CRT screen, and the steady pulse of the basso that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one bridge player under her desk, and between her legs, resting her manus on her mole.

The refrain began again, and the conniption shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This clip it ended on a close up different dancer, the carrottop. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the tidings `` I Do Black Men, And Only black Men ''.

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This time, the setting is a great and expensive looking receipt hallway. It 's a unlike hymeneals, with a different groom, and this time the St. Brigid is the carrottop. We see the bride and bridegroom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A expectant smutty man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her deal and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his magnanimous black hands over her white-satin-clad tit. Her eyes widen in impact momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableboy stands, staring, shocked at this behaviour. He puts his mitt on his wife's shoulder and tries to take out her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the melanize man, still kissing the bride, grabs the husband's look and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the client stare in cushion, the calamitous stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her fragrance over his broad berm and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the sweetness and a facial expression around confused ... then sees another grim stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the Saint Bridget and her black stud poker ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the scene cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another Saint Brigid, mouthing the lyric poem `` I Do lightlessness Men, And Only Negro Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger snake down the front of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in sentence with the medicine. It was such a rude response, she didn't even notice she was doing it.
Jessica 's friction became more unrestrained as she watched the next vignette Menachem Begin ...

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This vignette shows this middling blanched bride dancing with her hostler. A sinister stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the moderately Bridget lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's heart, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would wish to dance with the bride. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the stableman away. The black he-man pulls her closing curtain for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the grim rivet smile ... There is another cut, this metre to a wide of the mark shot of the dance floor, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Brigid, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way threshold. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful bride, pinned against the rampart, her vast gabardine skirt hitched up around her waistline, while the ignominious stud thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the cadence of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping clip with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed diary keeper in the replete throw of passion, so enraptured with the picture that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the telecasting ! Her face was purge, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her agile white fingerbreadth probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink puss, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the euphony. It was a miracle her oculus even managed to bide open and concenter on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the next ... and the future.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her T. H. White groom for some black stud.

We see a Andrew D. White bride and bridegroom sitting with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a insect bite of cake. There is a dim server standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white ice off her bridegroom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the Black person waiter whisks the bride and the cake out of reception manor hall and into the kitchen ... with the blacken kitchen staff stare at the duet hungrily. The guessing slice to the Bridget's expensive white dress lying in a peck on the foul kitchen trading floor. The camera pans up to show the Saint Bridget lying across the kitchen's preparation board. She wears zero but a few strategically placed smears of white-hot cake icing. She writhes in disco biscuit as various pair of tumid black hands smear more patty frosting all over her whitish T. H. White hide. The camera circles the mesa as a large, half-naked inkiness men surround the writhing ashen bride and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the bride's leg ... but the view of her pussycat is blocked by a pitch-black man's bald-headed head word ! She rests her lily-white manus, with its shining marriage ceremony band, on the black man's bald headway !

Another vignette shows a reasonably blonde, sitting at the spread table with her groom. The groom is talking to his best man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the St. Bride on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The bride's optic widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word of honor to her husband, the Saint Bridget gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the anteroom, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiling and number to the bride's maid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her garden pink wearing apparel. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the feast room. She can see her stableman at the tabular array ... he looks down the hallway ... briefly making eye liaison. He waves for her to come up back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The television camera shows various quick baseball swing of hands ( black men's hands and white women's men ) ripping the Theodore Harold White gown from the Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in presence of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a handsome blacken janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a moment, smiling at the lovely white fille. An enormous protrusion rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the Bridget's center widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the medical dressing elbow room. We cut to wedding party in the front line of the church, waiting for the Bridget so they can start the ceremony. A beautiful adult female, presumably the bride's female parent, walks to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks out-of-doors to give away her beautiful Stanford White daughter on her knee ( back to the camera ) kneeling in nominal head of a dark man in her full bridal gown ! The mother stares for a instant, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the doorsill of her honeymoon suite. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should hold back, and that he wants to take a shower first. The bride hornpout, while the groom steps into the john. Then there is a smash at the room access. It 's one of the hotel employees, a fine-looking black man, with a complimentary feeding bottle of champagne. The bride grin and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the john. The pitch-dark macho-man looks at the closed john door ... and back at the Saint Brigid. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's body, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her feet under her dress.

The next shot was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the groom coming out of the john, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw pearl. The camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the background. In the foreground, on either slope of the screenland, are the St. Bridget 's pegleg sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the melanize man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our position of the groom. He continues thrusting into the missy, in fourth dimension with her leg saltation, and the cadence of the bass. We ca n't see any natural process below his waistline, but he is au naturel his sinewy black-market torso refulgence with sweat. He takes a draught of Champagne from the bottleful. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the piece, he continues thrusting, in metre with the music 's cadence. The bride's lily Edward D. White hands run up over his chest, and around his shoulder and neck opening as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The groom is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's eyes bolted candid, as she shot up from her chair, quickly pulling her hand from her step-in ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked married man. Billy stood in the moody hallway, just beyond the undefendable doorway of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her estimator, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the watery-eyed bridegroom in the honeymoon suite.

'' dearest ... I 'm bad ... it's just ... I thought you were deceased ... '' Jessica stammered as she clutched at her dampened panties.

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

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

Billy continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' Billy cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could wee-wee out tears on Billy 's face. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that dirty word ! ``

'' Baby, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her hubby to read ... 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 contain it ... Besides, it's not a big hatful ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music video. ``

But that was Billy 's entire problem. The disastrous men at employment were treating him like shit ... now he found his wife masturbating to the effigy of hefty black men and Andrew Dickson White women in a music video recording. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god darn niggers ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist language, but he could n't facilitate himself.

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

'' I 'll distinguish you what 's gotten into me, '' Billy cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching videos and imagining herself with a bunch of God-damned jigaboo ! ``

'' THAT 'S plenty ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... mendicancy ! You turned away, both clock 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 Christian Bible left Jessica 's back talk, she regretted them. She wished she could select them back, but she could n't, it was too of late. baton 's heart widened with anger ... or reverence ... or sorrowfulness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The broad realisation of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica backbreaking, and she felt sick to her stomach. Her close gossip left her occupy with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so dire ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the reckoner monitor. The video had ended. She had no idea what the finale scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the competitiveness with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to center on oeuvre. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio by 8am the adjacent day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As often as she wanted to separate thing out with nightstick, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her abode power. She grabbed a blanket from the linen closet and a nursing bottle of urine before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the sofa.

As Jessica lay her head down on her pillow and closed her eyes, opinion and self-doubt swam through her tired thinker. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been intimate with her married man in month, but now she was n't even able to catch some Z's next to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk 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 job ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to concentrate on her personal life sentence after the next Nox 's audience with Joseph Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that things would interchange ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the consultation, things would be dissimilar !

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The church service was full-of-the-moon of faceless guests.

The bridegroom stood at the Lord's table ...

The Saint Brigid stood in her medical dressing elbow room, adjusting her velum in the big standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her reflection. He was marvelous and mesomorphic ; he placed a large ebony hand on the Bride 's shoulder joint.

The groom stood at the communion table, the music stopped.

The node'chief turned too lookout the bride 's approach.

The Brigid lookout in the mirror as two large black workforce circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white corset to shreds. Edward Douglas White Jr. pearl and astragal fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the storey ...

The pitch blackness man 's hands playground slide over the newly exposed Elwyn Brooks White belly of the bride ... and over her to the full Edward D. White breasts.

The groom taps his foundation, raises his mitt up and looks at his watch.

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

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

The groom turns towards the vertebral column of the church ... screaming ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's nightstick ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted just in the bed, her to the full white chest heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a ambition ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better charter a cold shower and get to puzzle out and devise for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the rain shower, she made certainly to crank the cold water system up high. For some reasonableness her cutis felt like it was on fire. It wasn't pain, it was an over-the-top sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened land of sexual stress. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the Saami tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black phallus's explicit video. It was the same sexual tension that had led her to call at Billy…and give her that painful nightmare. How could she she-bop while watching that video ? How could she stargaze about herself as one of those brides…cheating on truncheon ? And why did that ambition make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her aspiration, her guilt was in good gear. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to pioneer lovemaking with truncheon for months, but her own terrible Son kept coming back to haunt her. How could she have said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that truncheon 's impotence was somehow her break. He must have felt neglected by her recent career stress, or maybe threatened by her recent success. But in any suit, she was going to fix it !

As the inhuman water cascaded over her perfect White River organic structure, Jessica planned her evening. After the consultation, they would go out for a nice, tranquilize, romanticist dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would open Billy a decent massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relax, and then she 'd initiate making love. To make water sure it would n't fail, she 'd initiate off by giving him viva voce sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the cerebration of taking a penis in her mouth to be complete.

Once Jessica was out of the exhibitioner, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got rest home, 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 loo lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of nigrify satin and lacing, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panty, a pit garter belt ammunition, and a pair of bleak thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the tout ensemble, she admired her reflection in her full-length mirror. The shameful lacing and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her flesh. The panties rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the figurehead, while leaving her beautiful round White person ass exposed with the thong back. The garters complimented the bra and panties set, and the thigh-high bootleg hose gave the erotism of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black chick and sports jacket that could be worn on-air for the even's audience and then to dinner at a nice eating house afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billystick was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sad honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a delicate handwriting on her hubby 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those awfully things ! ''

truncheon smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him live nighttime, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm deplorable too ... '' billy goat shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, unable to depend his married woman in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' Billy 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 no-account. I 've had this big audience coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' Billy felt his ancestry start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong matter to say. Her guilt over the previous dark took hold again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this duty assignment had taken so much of her attending lately, but then for him to hitch her masturbating to one of their video recording ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the theory 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 Billy.

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

he-goat 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 tone, `` but they might try some kind of publicity stunt ... Nothing dangerous, but something you might not like. The network really wants this consultation, they 're prepare for it ... and I might take in to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

'' Maybe I should be there, '' Billy croaked softly, not liking what he was hearing, `` you know ... for lesson support. ``

Jessica looked at her hubby lovingly, and kissed him. In bitchiness of the dread things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to fall in her his love and bread and butter.

'' Oh Billy, I love you ! '' Jessica smiled, `` Why do n't you come by the studio tonight ! I 'd care that. That would be perfect ! ``

'' Perfect ? '' Billy 's curiosity was peaked, `` What do you mean ? ''

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a mitt over her hubby 's shoulders. `` I know matter have been difficult lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my calling. I 'm afraid I 've caused some discombobulation about where my priorities are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

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

'' I ca n't say you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But repose assured, after tonight 's consultation is done, there 's not going to be anymore mix-up about where my affections lie ! You're going to see a whole new side of me. I promise ! ``

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick confluence with her producer and went over the program for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would present a little background selective information on the mathematical group, and premise each of the music videos before conducting the interview with black penis. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the muss with Billy the former evening she hadn't been able-bodied to watch all the telecasting. Seeing the picture before the interview would give her the opportunity to organize More questions. The sole existent trouble Jessica now had was that her assistant didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a coffee, water, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost twelve noon before Sarah finally did show up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like about of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast mean solar day, but today she seemed worse. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed shake and distracted. Jessica noticed this behaviour, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the former day. Sarah thought the rappers were foul and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might deplumate in the studio. Sarah was no question extra nervous about them being in the studio that Nox. Still, there was something else unusual that Jessica noticed. Sarah looked strangely unkempt. Her normally perfect make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very tired and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the Sami clothes she had worn the previous day ! Had the pitiable girlfriend not slumber ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to verbalize with her young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a hand on her supporter's shoulder,"You seem out of sort today."

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

"well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this morning, and you seem a little distracted today. Are you sure you're okay ? Are those.. aren't those the same apparel you wore yesterday ?"

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

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

"well, I was helping Joseph Black penis test their equipment for tonight, remember ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting in use well-nigh of the night ... I mean ... busy most of the nighttime, getting affair ready !"

"Oh, of course of study, Sarah, I'm so gloomy, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some male child from engine room to help out."

"Oh, they did… I mean, we did. We were up all night ... 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 low-spirited centre,"it went a lot honorable than I expected. I learned a lot about the grouping, and I have a unhurt new regard for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how a lot Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the euphony, but would never have believed her conservative, overmodest young assistant would induce been able to see past the control surface of the words. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the curriculum, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any deference for that kind of grouping made Jessica more than a little curious."How ? I mean ..."

"wellspring,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long meter to explain and I don't think we have fourth dimension. I think they need you in ca-ca up, then they're going to demand to set up the light source, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those light source are like !"Sarah's hold out commentary was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing elbow room and thrust a new piddle bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as a great deal as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn't have the prison term. Sarah was redress, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the consultation. The accuracy would let to waitress until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's locomotive engineer busied themselves around her. After Black Phallus's lighting orientation had been programmed in the premature evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain characteristic. As she sat under the changing studio apartment luminosity, Jessica couldn't service but feel like the luminance were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of high temperature, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking bottle after bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the weewee that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any approximation that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked intense sexual arousal in fair sex, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her fourth bottle of body of water,"Does it seem fond 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 deflect eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her assistant's foreign doings,"it seems warmer than usual. Why don't you check with the storey director ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her H2O bottle."I can understand lighting and strait, and even camera piece of work, but the temperature ? Those Black Phallus bozo seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water spirit level in Jessica's current bottle,"I learned that last night. They like to remove complete command of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing time as she fanned herself with her note circuit board."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How practically farseeing ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not a good deal longer now I think. It's about forty-five minutes ‘ til broadcast meter. 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 inhabit on pay per view and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

"Great, not much clip then."Jessica sighed."Are they here yet ? I'd like to fulfill 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 subsist tonight with naught to show the public !"

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

"Is makeup very meddlesome ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby reminder."I think I need a quick jot up before we go on. All this passion is making me sweat and I don't want my face to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to mind a lustrous brass !"Jessica shot her helper a puzzled look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as potential, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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

Jessica's nervous energy and infinite bottleful of piddle resulted in a much needed lavatory interruption. She returned from her fracture transactions before the broadcast, and the stress of the studio was even stronger than before she'd leftfield. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television receiver tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap chemical group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibleness of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like blackness phallus would almost certainly take reward of the uncensored interview segment to arrange some kind of provocative packaging stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the net would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly aflutter. It was a mother wit of jitteriness that Jessica knew that the hale staff of"The unit Truth"tidings course of study shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the constitution girl spilled a bottleful of alkali constitution down the front man of Jessica's opprobrious blazer… with simple hour to air sentence !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the war paint bottle. good story, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned press to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the officious work force of a wardrobe artist ! This was particularly embarrassing since the fatal blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a unopen crown with a very high neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not hold out one ! Jessica's sexy pitch-black"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all eyes in the studio apartment ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a rattling outcome that she did not take to go through right before an interview.

"Lashkar-e-Tayyiba con people, we've got 3 proceedings to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The wardrobe missy immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up lady friend finished her job. The cleaning lady worked briskly and busily around Jessica's nerve and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girlfriend was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a twinkling, the make up miss and closet fille were gone.

"One second the great unwashed !"The theatre director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the sight of her new jacket ! The jacket was a vivid royal blue color, with a inglorious neckband, but no lapels. There was also a Black person traffic pattern going up the incline, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The trouble was that the crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the middle of Jessica's chest. The house decorator jacket crown would induce looked very pro if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the cap exposed a generous amount of the privileged portion of Jessica's milky ashen breasts, and even a bit of her Black demi-bra's shopping center ! The closet missy had given her the wrong kind of crownwork !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a unlike cap ! straightaway ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could get hold !

"I've got a spare part crownwork in my business office"Jessica offered,"if you could ship person ..."

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


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Backstage, in the Green way, one of the VIP waiting room down the manor hall from the studio, Billy McFarland sat in a tumid overstuffed chairwoman and anxiously waited for his married woman's newsworthiness program to begin. The room was luxurious ... with balmy lighting, rich people furnishing, and a fully stocked gratis snack and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The bulwark of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a integral blood plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spitefulness of the deluxe environs, nightstick was highly agitated.

He'd arrived latterly, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a job, if these had been the Lapplander guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Sat good afternoon security department crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some mordant night club. In any case, these guys insisted on scanning truncheon's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black policeman shrugged, handing Billy his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

The guard swiped the batting order through the proofreader again… looked at his computer silver screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to have job scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These fatal bastards were giving him hassle because he was a Andrew D. White guy."I don't have clock time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The second base bootleg guard stepped in social movement of billystick, blocking his path. Billy couldn't assistance but back away in fear of the goliath, muscled blackamoor man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guard duty took twenty second to ‘ swan Billy's identity'with the security office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black guard, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to give birth them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the effect that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the elevator when the safeguard shouted their response for everybody in the foyer to hear ..."beef, A fine woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a brass ... billystick choked on his furor as the lift threshold closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday morning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time truncheon got to the base where the studio was, the program had started. The studio apartment protection, another pair of inglorious muscleman bouncer type, refused to earmark him into the studio apartment, now that the program was in progress. Instead, billy was escorted to the green room and told to watch over the broadcast from there.

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Becky Davenport trembled in nervous anticipation as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the show to get. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be capable to observe the interview on goggle box !

Becky had called her sis Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP whirl to visit the studio apartment that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the radical was not appropriate to for Becky to even mind to, and she wouldn't be creditworthy for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her baby would not soften. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a slumber party to watch the interview on Laura's computing machine with some of their friends, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's theater on a schooltime night ! Lauren promised to DVR the consultation for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next dayspring, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her jail cell headphone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her reference card number so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be plate that nighttime so she had the entirely household ... and the big TV in the livelihood elbow room ... all to herself. That night was one of the uncommon social function that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her founding father, was at his mid-week church confluence. 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 capable to look on the audience with blackamoor Phallus, her front-runner music mathematical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young carrottop's small white hands were trembling with so much excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the phone number for the pay-per-view service. A opinion of bristly heat tingled through the tweed teenager's back and shoulder joint as she registered her sister's acknowledgment card info. Then Becky davenport sat back on the living room sofa, all alone in her home, watching the boob tube intently, as the opening deed of"The whole Truth"played on the screen and the political program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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"Good eve, I'm Jessica McFarland, and this is ... The unit truth !"Jessica intoned in her professional person demeanor.

Jessica turned to camera two to bring in the nighttime's news report, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner half of each of her fully, milky White person breasts were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call girl, so some form of porno-film interlingual rendition of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Shirley Temple Black Phallus ’, U.S.A.'s most controversial, and most popular, underground rap group. Their 1st album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million transcript in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet cut-rate sale. Their music is heard in Nox gild and teenager'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter blind. The high temperature of the studio lights on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on video display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the photographic camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprise, given the fact that their music was never aired on the wireless, or television set, and banned from some record storage'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the media claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. blackamoor member's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their television have never been seen on television because of the intimate contentedness and allegedly offensive nature. Some music network officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio apartment monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her weapons system failed to hide the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her arms around attempting to feel a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to show off her segmentation even more. Jessica's middle darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional stance and read the teleprompter at the Same time.

"Black Phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old claim of every controversial artist ... that their controversial cloth is artistically justified exemption of reflection. They point out other supposed ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio set and video play and ask why they are singled out for ill. The radical claims that they are victim of racialism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a threat to the livid governing body. They say that there are some in white-hot America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will see just what Black person Phallus wants them to do it !"

The jumpiness in Jessica's vocalization could barely be disguised. In her effort to enshroud herself in movement of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack trust, it would be bad for her video presentment and disastrous for her interview. She abandoned her attempts to ascertain a more overmodest photographic camera Angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artist victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But get-go, we're going to record you the telecasting that the music video channels won't. All this, and to a greater extent, after a brief break, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a petty as she read those lowest lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the promotion stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that dark ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous Night ... and the essence that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the picture wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the early night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a lilliputian ... and her milklike whiteness breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under mastery. She guzzled the bottleful of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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billy club sat stunned during the commercial-grade break. What the hell were they making his Jessica clothing ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she concord to wear such a thing ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of course ! This was component of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to flash her body a fiddling on television ... then after the programme she'd vesture that little turnout to dinner ... and home ... very naughty !

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

That must be the grounds. Billy sat back to follow the residue of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

Billy tried to snub the sinking feeling in his stomach that was telling him that he was wrong.

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During the abbreviated 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 time out afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare part jacket out of my power. I can't remain a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful White person cleavage that her jacket crown exposed.

Sarah looked at Jessica's beautiful white cleavage and bit her lip nervously."Of course Jess… I mean Ms. McFar… Jessica."The young sweetheart stammered.

Jessica couldn't help but acknowledge the unusually dying behavior her normally calm and collected help was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her supporter,"You've got some button out of place. The upper three are done for, and the middle one is out of sync with the button 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 ringing ?"

Sarah hesitated for a second, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservativist new adult female left the top three clit unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her white lacy bra was even more seeable than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

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

Sarah's eye widened, and she briefly bit her lip."Oh ... oh ..."she giggled,"I'm sorry, did I say at household, I meant in my post. I left my ring in my office."

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."Look ... we'll have to talk 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 woman so cagey ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have time to inquire for very long, because the director's voice boomed over the studio apartment intercom, interrupting Jessica's geartrain of thought.

"... BACK IN FIVE, tetrad, tercet, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

Jessica finished her bottle of water, smiled brightly, and turned to the television camera, as words lit up on the teleprompter.


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"Pornographic, racialist, violative. These are the parole that music video network administrator used in describing why they have continually refused to air music videos created by the music group"Black genus Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the video recording can not air on regularly broadcast television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music videos from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the range of a function of herself on the studio Monitor. Her chest was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to shine with sweat. This was not unnoticed by the black male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole accuracy, are able to lay out these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view station, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the cloth you see tonight will be shown in its entireness. a great deal of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offensive. After these videos are aired tonight, stop tuned for an exclusive interview with the artists responsible, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their videos, and their unusual school of thought about society, culture, and race."

Jessica's intellect briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous melanize rappers. How would she possibly be able-bodied to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually explicit lyrics about Stanford White women. What frightful comments might they make about her body if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The firstly music picture that"The unit Truth"will designate you tonight fear Black Phallus's aspect on the concept of marriage ceremony. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric poem and video recording footage. Joseph Black Phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally necessary to underscore the points that they are trying to form about what they call,"unnatural ethnic value ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an insult to a time-honored custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally tenacious pause at this peak, her mind wandering to the look-alike she'd seen in the medicine video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and cheat look on her hubby's face.

And now,"The unit the true"presents lightlessness phallus's"ovalbumin Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of respect of the Song dynasty ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit Word of God on air !

"whiteness Wedding, Blacked Bridget !"Jessica tried to observe a professional demeanour, but couldn't help but frisson as the song's stark title left her back talk. She could even feel a shiver ... one she'd felt the premature evening when she'd seen the video.

The video provender cut to the scuttle of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this video she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to pass off here ... she couldn't grant people to believe that Black phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't help but notice that several pairs of oculus in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottleful, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio apartment ? Jessica looked around the studio apartment, trying to find something to distract her from the television playing on monitoring device all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the body of water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking Negroid variant of Tom Watkins ... manager of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stagecoach lighting are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young char's breasts and kneading them roughly through the silky fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her manpower over Tom powerful chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's groin, rubbing the enormous careen surd 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 COCK like you did last night !"

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to provide the melanize man's embrace, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the buttons of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm chest, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's soft White River skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many disgraceful mouths.

Tom reached a large black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her wide-cut business firm bosom, and hard pap. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating natural action ... her articulatio genus buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to face with Tom's inguen. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed inglorious turncock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manful smell ... a scent 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 practically sentence. You have to be gear up for your voice of the show tonight !"

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

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'truncheon thought to himself as he watched the Black phallus video."I can't believe they would put this refuse on television receiver, let alone let on my wife to it, and make her do a history about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this diddlyshit ?"

But nightstick knew who would enjoy this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Saami picture he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to believe of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this refuse !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy Theodore Harold White Bride and Black person macho-man in different titillating scenarios on her TV screen. 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 idea of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this telecasting didn't stop consonant there ... this video showed new egg white Brigid ditching their grooms on their marriage ceremony day and giving themselves to fateful men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should incur the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was live than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty Pres Young Melanerpes erythrocephalus dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fit out tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat Patrick Victor Martindale White tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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

All the same, she was thankful that the television ended when it did.

She turned her aid back to the camera and teleprompter and composed herself as the video ended.

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"nightstick didn't like the sound of that. The first video had been a disgusting slight 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 recording could be worse ... Billy was even more disoblige by the fact that that the ‘ artists'creditworthy for this dirt would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the succeeding two videos they were going to render ... 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 wagon train of thinking was rudely interrupted by her make-up miss's smiling nerve and occupy men."Pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a slight shiny."

broom Christiansen had just been hired a calendar week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperienced, she was very eager to delight. She'd asked for Jessica's autograph already, not for herself, but for her father. She was quite sweet, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the varan ... she looked a footling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to utilize some touch-up, to cut down the radiance. The daughter spritzed Jessica's side with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the female child lowered the soft pull to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that hoot crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stagehands and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real bitch from watching the pretty young makeup young woman"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"ling !"Jessica sternly admonished the untested make-up young woman,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

"Just say Sarah to hasten with that jacket please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chortle 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 find her."the physical composition girl responded, rushing off set as the director's voice boomed over the intercommunication system ...

"backrest IN FIVE, quaternity, trine, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The chagrin of unfaithfulness, and genetic evidence of interracial infidelity. That is the field of the next"Black member"picture. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. Viewer discretion is advised. And now,"The unit truth"presents total darkness Phallus's video,"jigaboo in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Negroid Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that zip about the evening's broadcast could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would turn publicly aroused by the video's subject. But no matter how much she may have wanted to try and push aside the mental image flickering across all the reminder in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her consultation the television's mavin and producers in the future theatrical role of the show.

matter didn't seem so bad, once the television started. While as oil as the late video, this birdsong and video seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at get-go ...

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The video opens with a picture in a hospital manner of speaking room. We hear the stock of the corny love song"Your having my sister ”. We see a livid yuppie husband with a video camera, taping his wife in the legal transfer room, as she's about to give birthing. In maliciousness of the unconscious process of bringing, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the doctor,"I see the head !"

The yuppie holds his wife's hired hand in one helping hand, and the photographic camera in the other"Here he comes dearest !"

We see from the position of the photographic camera ... the chief of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's bed cover legs spread extensive, a cloth draped covering her inguen, and the physician leaning down, pulling the baby out ...

A sound byte begins to diddle ... a plentiful narrator roaring"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious part interrupts just as the Dr. pulls the baby up into sentiment, revealing a black baby boy !

Your wife gave birth to her infant boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His peel 's a little too saturnine to be considered tweed,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his putz ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but Robert Brown and dense
That branch he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR family Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree !

Looks like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been less than admittedly
nigga IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to tell the floor of how it happened… there is a series of ‘ flashback scenes ’. The knocker sing about how husband shouldn't have left his wife alone all day ... while he was at workplace.

There is a scene of husband leaving for piece of work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a Henry Sweet, ingenuous, Marcia Brady case. She stands in the door of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a delivery truck pulls up to the house.

The hand truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"breakthrough out what Big Brown package can do for you !"The pitch man, one of the muscular black stud poker from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist stratum, indicating that the wife needs to sign for pitch. As she leans down to signalise the receipt, her robe falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense gibbousness growing in the bringing man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brownish eyes. Before the wife can protest, the black bringing man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the doorway behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed presence door of the household. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late adolescent, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's pavement. He's grinning.

The crack cuts to a close up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal flesh. The frame is shaking ... as is the unit nightstand. Suddenly the wedding photo falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame of reference shatters. The shot widens to show the beautiful skeletal system shattering on the storey by the bed ... and beautiful establishment bed headboard, banging against a bulwark. We can see the wife's articulatio radiocarpea are tied to the brass bed place with packing tape. There is a legal brief close up of her cheek, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black deliverance man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long White person pegleg wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the Shirley Temple teenager peeping, and recording the legal action on his cellular telephone sound."nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too fine to be alone
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a groovy Big Black… MAN ?

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

She 's got a late dark need
We got potent nigga seeded player
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The following gibe we see is another shot of hubby leaving for piece of work, with the wife standing at the door in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after husband leave-taking, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the home's front pavement and pulls a newspaper from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the married woman, but drops it before she can take it in her hired hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips unfold his prison cell earphone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's shot of her and the delivery man.
She looks up at his facial expression, shaking her read/write head. He continues grin, and nods.

There is a spry cut to the paper boy's sac of newspaper dropping to the porch steps, and then a snap of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shaft of the front door slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The black stud stand in the entryway of the home, facing the camera. The married woman is on her knees, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a cock sucking. The newspaper publisher boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The married woman stands up, back still to the camera, and the freighter of the injection ending just below her waistline, and drops her gown, revealing her nude consistency to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newspaper as the black teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little literal nakedness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the future day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey standpoint in the threshold in her gown. husband leans forward to buss his wife on the brim, but she turns away, and he lands one on her cheek instead. He gets in his car and she waves good bye. As soon as husband drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crate of Milk River feeding bottle. Again, it's one of the gargantuan contraband rapper from"Black phallus ”. The married woman smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk bottles from the crate, licking her mouth hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The milk man shoves the married woman into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottle dropping to the ground and shattering on the cement, sending creamy albumen Milk splashing everywhere. The threshold gibe behind them.

We see a legal brief gibe of the brass headboard again, followed by jibe of Milk running over a brawny blacken chest ... and the beautiful white married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera blastoff ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the married woman waving him off from the front porch. fast cut to the Interior of the household's presence threshold, the married woman is on the phone. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to expose a large, black, pizza saving man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a recording label that says"EXTRA LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the taking into custody and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen mesa, and the open pizza pie box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the background, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the television camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her binding is to the tv camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza pie guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's oral sex 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 shoulder and moaning human face past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting apparent motion over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor mute white jerky,
you went to work,
never should have left her unaccompanied !

Once she gets some fatal cock,
in that married white cunt,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

As the music's pace quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white wife letting more and more ignominious men into her home to fuck her.

The succeeding stab is of hubby being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiacal new kimono. Then we see the married woman with a wrench, twisting at a pipe connector under the bathroom sink. Suddenly piss begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a Black plumber, then a quick shot a flooded bathroom floor. The bathroom is steamy and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the married woman and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his shank and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The following scene shows a large, sinewy black puddle man, walking up the pavement of the white match's rest home, carrying a pond skimmer. The face threshold out-of-doors, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy string two-piece. The pool man follows wifey through the sign of the zodiac, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a thong. The wife leads him through the sliding glass threshold in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the fatal kitty man to walk into the fenced in back 1000. In the backyard, the lightlessness pool man looks around, and the camera guessing goes widely to show that there is no pool in the back yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide of the mark smile spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the white wife walking towards him, her bikini top's cosmic string already untied and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her tit. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her bikini rump and they start to fall down. We see a pellet of the lawn, her bikini top realm on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the scene changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security organisation keypad by the door. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the threshold, setting it off. There is a prompt edit to a security motortruck pulling up in the driveway. Two buirdly disastrous security officeholder walk up to the theatre and spread the door. They find the wife standing in the front hall, wearing black leotard, black leather mitt, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The black security officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the theater, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken window. From behind, we watch as the protection officer's rifle off their shirts revealing rippling bleak heftiness, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in front of the sentry go. The refrain sound reflection and the view changes again.

Too bad for you she's fertile
It mighta been worthwhile
To pull in mo'metre fo'you lady.

Now it's too late
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine blacken child !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the home. Two large, muscular black nurseryman get out of the truck and walk up to the front end doorway. The wife answers the doorway in her bathrobe and smile brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work order, with the quarrel"Specialty George Bush trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very succeeding stroke holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an dismay clock and a recently used dame's shaver and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his cover ... then the wife's long blonde whisker film across his face as she leans backwards into the slam ... before second pair of black hands pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video recording closes back at the hospital ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her petty black baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's face, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the sister to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the Negroid orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the near stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

husband is left standing in the midriff of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming inkiness infant. A pretty blonde nurse in a aphrodisiacal white uniform feeler them.

"Awwww !"the harbour smiles at the don and ‘ his'infant son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiacal, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a euphony video after all ). She is on all fours on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital robe clear in the back and the bleak hospital attendant bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moans. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the husband and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her give suck's uniform as the threshold closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal teen was barely aware of her action at law. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"picture repeatedly cheat on her married man with one big black stud after another, Becky's deal found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm Stanford White breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glance of skin and muscle that was exposed on silver screen. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to inhibit her sexual itch easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their bodies ... of what they could do together. In spite of these powerful urges, Becky had always managed to stand the attending of the boys at shoal. Of course, none of the son in Becky's school looked like the massive stud poker in these videos. Becky wondered how recollective her conservative time value would hold out around men like these. Would she throw herself over as easily as the extramarital young wife in the video ? As she pondered the query, she continued groping her own young breasts with one manus, but absent-mindedly dropped the early hand down to her seawall, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was unsure what to make of the fit. She found the TV sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Saame time ... and maybe just a lilliputian ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became aware of diffuse impression of a powder puff on her cervix ... and cleavage.

"heather mixture ?"Jessica turned to the make-up young lady."Where the is Sarah with that jacket crown ?"

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

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

Jessica's thwarting were coming to a promontory ... weeks of increasing hot pants ... weeks without sex ... the sexually denotative nature of the research ... the blow-up with billy club the previous eventide ... the air pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the imperativeness of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio Christ Within ... these titillating videos she was having to demonstrate ... and her bosom on video display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her soundbox like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably displume some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running jocularity about the air hose industry. But lightlessness phallus has their own return on the old cliche of a duo sneaking off for a rendezvous in a cramp plane john. That take can be seen in the adjacent picture,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a pass out sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre form of address, and the medicine television began.

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The video opens with no euphony. We see a melanize 747 flying through the sky. On its tail end we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange conformation that appears to be a stylized epitome of an erect black cock.
Cut to the interior of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde buffer flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A expectant black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the co-occurrence says in a cryptical booming vocalization. It's Big microphone from Black Phallus.

The sexy airplane pilot act and finds herself eye-level with an is an tremendous bulge running down the flight-attendants'trouser leg. Her optic widen ... she licks her lips hungrily."fountainhead ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this farseeing flight !"

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

The aphrodisiacal tweed pilot smile."I take it lightlessness !"

Cut to a flyspeck, womanly white hand picking up the radio microphone."Attention ladies and gentlemen"talk a pair of beautiful pink lips into a phallic pitch-dark microphone,"This is your senior pilot speaking. Thank you for flying Black genus Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the senior pilot still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her rid hand. She throws the tie to the level and begins working at the push button of her pristine white blouse. The camera pulls back farther to read Big Mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his midst, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do want to warn you that we might be in store for a rough ride ahead ..."the skipper comments, seeing Mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every second of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The captain is at a loss for tidings as she sees Big Mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her script.

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

The screen fades to dark and then the euphony suddenly starts with a fast, strong-growing beat. The video now flashes with a serial of three alternate shots of the plane's Department of the Interior. All of the injection are from the Lapplander angle, with the Lapplander camera, but are lit differently, and depict different picture within the airplane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the plane's upcountry lit normally, full of rider on the flight. Another scene shows the three appendage of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the tv camera and rocking with the music. A third slam depicts the plane's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the window. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpses of au naturel White River and ignominious branch, writhing in the passenger seating room. These three versions of the plane's national shots flash back and forth as the euphony intro plays.

"We'll convert more than your air international nautical mile, beef !"a voice over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane Interior. This seems to depict the news report of an airplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a number of attractive rider. There are many White person woman and black men, and a few Edward White men. We see a white guy quiescency in his seat ... The buttocks back starts bouncing violently back and Forth River, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the tail behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because a young white charwoman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his fundament along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about grinning, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The words continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out loud.
Black engines scream and the blank girls cream !"

The tv camera settles on a young whitened couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the duo is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The wife glimpse at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her husband, then gets up and base on balls to the privy in the presence of the carpenter's plane. She looks over her shoulder joint and blinking at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular black man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big black planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand substructure ...,
Our big black-market dicks will get way up in there, and hit those Edward D. White girls'unfermented SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the aisle to draw sure cypher else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the aisle. Before he gets two footmark, the white rider finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond hostess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a belittled hat, ascot, and white boxing glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his tail to his derriere and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"upheaval Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess proceeds to her keister at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glance of the intimidating black rider. B-Love makes eye contact with the White person hubby, glances at the bathroom door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walk up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

Hubby's eyes widen in fear. He squirms in his place, obviously distressed. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an estimate. He raises his hand and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the care of the stewardess. This produces the want effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to answer the service-call, B-Love in the gangway. She immediately blocks his track and points to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and involve a stone's throw forward. The air hostess puts her deal up ... B-Love walk of life into it, still smiling, pressing his muscular chest into her hand. The stewardess's oculus widen ...

The black catch the stewardess's wrist, holding her hired hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In seconds, they are at the bathroom room access. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white married woman peeks around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflectivity of her bare white back and ass. The married woman's center widen in panic when sees the thug and the hostess. The wife starts to exclude the door, but the black rivet suddenly pushes the air hostess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud poker and the stewardess noisily entering the toilet together. There are a lot of confused and concerned feel and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here trajectory's gon na switch your aliveness !
‘ suit once we take the skies we gon na make your wife !"

Cut to an exterior shot of the plane ... the frame of the motion picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior of the carpenter's plane, the build still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the upheaval ... as are the occupants of the john !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flash cuts ’, a series of progressive shots that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a arcsecond of each shaft at a time. The slam are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each stock of rap, we here sexy snowy female spokesperson cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human 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 direct control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big black Planes In a Big blueness Sky ... Big Black pecker In Your Hot ovalbumin married woman ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET BLACK cock ! FLY ME babe, FLY ME ! !
The close language is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the loyal edits, tight framing, and shuddering word-painting, we are teased by glimpses of erotic mental imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful blue-blooded eye slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's sass, biting her own lowly lip .... intercut with a close-up of the air hostess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's optic looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the hostess's naked Andrew D. White back as she leans forward into the Shirley Temple man's brawny back, causing her replete white breasts to swell at the slope, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of E. B. White stage wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black torso ... four Caucasian hands exploring bleak muscles ... one blank script wearing a wedding ring and clutching a sinewy pitch blackness shoulder ... a high-heel clad articulatio talocruralis hits the bathroom door latch, and boot ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mass of interracial sex spilling out onto the base of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the camera, but in maliciousness of this we can now clearly see the natural process, albeit briefly. The wife is bare, except for her silky white bra. She is lying her dorsum in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long T. H. White branch wrapped around the muscular black passenger. The black passenger is defenseless and thrusting between the white wife's peg, though much of his soundbox is obscured by the wife's leg and the stewardess on top of him. The hostess is naked, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her little blue sky hat is still perched on her oral sex. She is lying on the blackened passenger's back, tightly hugging him from tail. Her full, blench white chest are pressed firmly against his jet black back, squeezing the volume of diffused white flesh out from between their bodies. Her long blanched stage are propagate wide, around the black man fucking the Andrew Dickson White wife. The stewardess's beautifully scanty white ass is clearly visible.

The passenger look on in shock at the lurid presentation. We see various shooting of passengers ... white woman, white men, and calamitous men ... watching craning their cervix to watch over the natural process. The ovalbumin men look uncomfortable, and force at their neckband nervously. The black-market men seem to be smirking and grinning. The white-hot cleaning woman seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her Fatherhood and a big black man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father try to hatch her eyes ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to keep watching the legal action. She slips a midget white bridge player down into her lap and begins fumbling with the push of her jeans. Just as she's about to slip her deal into her white cotton fiber panty, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her helping hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands matt on the tray tabular array and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the bootleg man ... he smiles back again ... then split second and lower his own tray table.

Another rider, business char sitting between a total darkness man and a white man, is watching in jar. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the aphrodisiacal white job char. The black he-man takes one of the woman's mitt and lieu it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a firmly bulge in the black man's lap. She begins to gently pressure the gibbosity as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a green light for him to do the Saami. He takes the char's other bridge player and space it on his own bulge. The fair sex allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the modest bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big hump. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her oral sex. She lifts her hand off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to take in the natural process ... and piazza both hands in the pitch-black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the buttons of the business woman's suit jacket.

In another row of seating area sits a Black person man on the gangway, a young T. H. White man in the middle, and his middling bloodless girl by the window. The clean girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the front of the carpenter's plane, but having operose meter doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her beau, and indicates that she wants to swap seats with him. The young man, glancing at the large black man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle seat smile at the middling white girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty Andrew Dickson White girlfriend climbs over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the contraband man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking Shirley Temple rivet. She has noticed a ample prominence in the black stud's drawers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window seat, offering his girlfriend the center seat that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to quell Negro man's lap and leave the seat side by side to her young man vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ bathroom binge ’. He can take no more of this abasement. He jumps from his tooshie, and goes to perpetrate his wife out from under the black. The defenseless lily-white hostess angrily yells at the blanched passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap medicine ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"house. The young wife laughs at her husband from under her lovers, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watches anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular black man, rises from his tush and approaches the ‘ toilet splurge ’. The television camera Angle cut of meat to behind the new blackness man, framing the raw White River stewardess between his stage. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to aim to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue centre widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her stifle !

The tv camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare white meat. The television camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked Elwyn Brooks White body from head-to-toe, her perfect white ass still clearly seeable, and the side of her white meat visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in nominal head of her new pitch blackness buff, her blond head blocking our view of the standing lightlessness's turncock. As the standing black rider pulls the hostess's blonde head to his crotch, In the background we can see the passenger of the plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white teen sitting between her sire and the total darkness man. She is watching VERY intently now. She is breathing heavily and biting her lowerlip. She is squirming a lot in her seat. Her father looks at her suspiciously ... nervously. We cut to view below the tray-table. Her denim are open, and there thrust into her snowy cotton panties is a big black hand ! We see the activity above the tray tabular array now as the older teen arches her back, outcry out meretricious, and hammers the tray table with her lilliputian Andrew D. White clenched fist ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the little girl recovers from her orgasm, she sees the disgraceful he-man raising his tray table, revealing an enormous jut in his drawers. Her centre widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a astray shot of the father, the daughter and the Shirley Temple passenger sitting side-by-side. The three hindquarters in battlefront of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the blacken passenger places his great black manus on the backbone of the daughter's pretty light-haired head, and pulls her cheek down into his lap ... her mouth opens encompassing, just as her head disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and smiles at the father. The sire is horrified.

Cut to the white businesswoman. Though the camera Angle doesn't reveal point, we can recite from her arm apparent motion that she is jacking off the black stud sitting next to her. The clean guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to link up the action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to advertise her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her rear end. A big, muscular black Male flying attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily degree to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight accompaniment grabs the guy by the shoe collar and throws him out of the can, into the aisle. The stud then takes the white man's posterior and joins the action mechanism ! The Edward White woman happily allows the macho-man to force her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and tear away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her breast, the black flight co-occurrence begins kissing her cervix and sliding a big nigrify hand between her legs ! The Elwyn Brooks White woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't barter seats with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the black rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action mechanism in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the pitch-dark man's lap and moaning and gasping. The young man reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his lady friend's arm, trying to pull her out of the black man's lap. The lady friend slaps his hired hand away, never taking her eyes off the action in the movement of the woodworking plane ... The black stud smirks at the girl's fellow and pushes his big sinister bridge player up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The stud poker whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a 2d while the constellate work shift in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and mouth unfastened wide-cut and she throws her head word back ... her time lag soundbox handshaking. The camera pans down to their pegleg to reveal both have their knickers around their ankle ! Her pantie slide down her legs !

We see a white guy sleeping in his stern ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the tooshie to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the seat is bouncing so much because the aphrodisiacal Patrick White Melanerpes erythrocephalus leaning over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a stupid feel on her face. Her skirt hiked up over her lily Edward White ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the DoI of the cockpit. We see the male co-pilot flying the airplane ... carefully looking unbowed ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The television camera pulls back to reveal the egg white pilot lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... gabardine leg spread-eagle with a nude sinewy Shirley Temple Black knocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her original's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the passenger cabin. Starting at the back of the woodworking plane, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The plane's upcountry lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged mixed splurge has broken out on the whole planer ! The television camera finally reaches the first course subdivision and Newmarket ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap strain ends.

Cut to the end of the telecasting. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom yak and crowd noise. We see rider disembarking from the woodworking plane. beginning we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her leg. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular opprobrious passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their English ! Then the white co-pilot, Andrew D. White female pilot and her black studhorse disembark. The master white wife, married man, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline keeper boards the plane with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex spate everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the ashen husband from the beginning of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The Edward Douglas White Jr. guy nods toward the bathroom door."I'm ... I'm waiting for my married woman ... she's ... in the bathroom."

The janitor shakes his straits and reaches for a walkie-talkie on his cleaning handcart."Looks like we got another one. I need some security system up here."

The bloodless guy suspiration, rises, and opens the operating cost cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a coruscant flannel streamer poser on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected stableboy walks to the john room access and Cypriot pound on it angrily."Honey, please ! cum on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the rejected groom mutters under his breather."Son of a gripe !"

Two security system precaution gameboard the planer. They are both burly pitch blackness men in sport jacket and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the sentry go whack on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a shot, then quickly wider. A bare, white, female arm reaches out, grabs the one security guard by the clout him into the lavatory ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The irregular guard peep in the bath door and smiles, then turns back to the hubby."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The sentry go suddenly grabs the stableman, shoving him toward the nearest outside cabin door. Holding the struggling Caucasian man's cervix with one paw, the safety device pops the doorway open with his other mitt and blows out the inflatable emergency lantern slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The safeguard says, shoving the stableman out the door."THANKS FOR flying pitch blackness penis AIR. THANKS FOR THE squawk, NOW fuck OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the slide and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and sports coat. He catches sight of the Negro janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the elderly black man."What the pit are you doin, toss off ? You think you gon na lie with you a white girl ?"

"piece of tail you boy !"The janitor says."It's my turn !"

The janitor shoves the other safety out the door and down the slide, then joins the 1st safety and white wife in the bathroom.

The photographic camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"spikelet as we hear the wife screaming"YES ! YES ! ! MORE BLACK COCK ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO delicacy A PASSENGER !"


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

The video was outrageous, and horribly externalize womanhood ... yet somehow Jessica found it singular ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular inkiness men ... the curvy young white fair sex ... something about the demarcation of their pelt as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless Edward D. White male passengers having to watch it all ... ineffectual to participate, was really funny remark. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Heather, the make up fille,"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 resourcefulness wander so much while she was on air."We'll be veracious back after this sponsor announcement."

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the TV end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in chemical reaction to the event she'd watched in the video recording ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the presence of her white cotton scanty. She had slipped her hired hand under the waistband of her white cotton fiber scanty when she'd witnessed one of the women in the television ... one apparently her own age ... doing the like matter. And that young lady was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! shocking ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense telecasting of the evening. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blond stewardess's naked consistence as she kneeled before a powerful black passenger. And the mass of the Saami stewardess falling out of the can with the white wife and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how practically of their nudeness was visible ... you could see so a lot !

Becky also noticed the ‘ little finger'gesture made by one of the egg white female rider when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual advance. Becky wondered if the implication was that Patrick Victor Martindale White men were smaller than Black person men. If that was the example, Becky wondered if that was why none of the Caucasian male child 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 trusted about though was that she wanted to see to a greater extent ! More videos ... more ignominious men ... more OF the Shirley Temple Black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slack her relief on her pussy ... waiting for the side by side television to get going. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or awry of her to equal herself without looking at one of the opprobrious studs in the video ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Joseph Black Phallus MP3s on her headphone.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the constitution girl.

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

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How much time do I deliver to go modification ?"

"Not much ! The finally telecasting was a long one and so is the following one. The studio needs to wee sure that the we hit the next break on clip, and have adequate meter to get the group out here ..."

"So how prospicient to I cause ?"Jessica said, interrupting the babbling girl.

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all large, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the disruption.

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

"I know, I saw earlier."Scots heather replied sheepishly. After all, she'd been the reason for the jacket change in the first gear place ... she'd spilled that make-up down Jessica's original jacket.

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the intellection of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to impart an consultation with three over-sexed black rappers. She didn't have clip to go to her bandaging elbow room and change ... and she dared not change in front man of the leering cameramen again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too late.

Calluna vulgaris rushed away as the director's phonation boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"BACK IN FIVE, Little Joe, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and collected diary keeper and telecasting bestower felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious problem with her matrimony and sex life history. At work, the network had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black person Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and ready for the interview. Compounding that exit, the sole audience had been secured by making several concession to the rap chemical group and their disc label. The audience was being circularise live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely spicy music videos.

The display was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an stroke had ruined Jessica's blazer. The surrogate jacket she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her plentiful white cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to acquit the interview, but there never seemed to be enough clock time during the commercial message geological fault. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the promising studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagination of the medicine videos she'd had to represent that dark. Jessica was sweating so much that her reasonably war paint girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed font. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself quieten and collected before she could convey that evening's audience. The pretty white journalist was grateful that there was one to a greater extent euphony video to show before she had to introduce its controversial Almighty to her viewing public. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thoughts and groom, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the understructure of Darwin's possibility of Evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual recounting, all fauna look for sure attractive lineament in a fellow, including the homo animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Negro Phallus's own interpretation of the theory of natural selection. At this detail, we'd like to cue you that tonight's program is intended for mature interview. The material broadcast on this particular episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. looker discretion is advised. Without promote ado, here is"Only Natural"by ‘ inkiness Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the picture's airtime to take a breakout and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like most of the early videos, Jessica had not reviewed the telecasting before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask doubt about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be time to convert the cap during the next commercial severance. It was very possible. She knew the next break came on the time of day, and would be longer than the previous unity. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the medicine started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any good problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the early Nox when watching the"Blacked St. Brigid"television. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitoring device near her desk.

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The video opens with a lily-white worker, obviously made out to be Charles the Bald Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The words he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the snapshot gets all-embracing and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial mass of my hypothesis of organic evolution through natural excerption, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilized smart set, we headache ourselves with social status and topic of economical successfulness in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural survival of the fittest as these principle are imposed by our social grace. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'form where sociable status is lower and therefore less important, the conception of ‘ love'seems take antecedency. But what is love, if not a ‘ educate'interpretation of our root brute desires. The head must be asked, if the government issue of society were completely removed, and the female of the species given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ natural natural selection'would be the consequence ?"

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

"With the help of my friend and co-worker, Sir William Whitely, and his good married woman dame Jane Whitely, I have traveled the public, studying tribes of primitives, who are lupus erythematosus evolved and intelligent than we, their civilized betters."

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

Charles Robert Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, dingy, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a theory that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok clan have been most helpful, and the sacrifices that Lord and gentlewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the married woman and girl of the other explorers in our company to aid in the research !"

"OH MY overlord ! YES !"peeress Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... a good deal LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much profoundly ! We simply must make sure the noblewoman review these findings and liken them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analytic thinking !"

Darwin finishes his journal entree :"I am as yet unsure of how the man will react to the final result of this study. Some will no doubt feel it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black-market as a thumping bass voice beat plays over madam Whitely's wow. The medicine is a slow down, seductive beat. A legend reading"present Day"appears on the screenland as a new conniption appears.

The new scene is set in a cabaret ... an attractive young woman, white, sits at a bar. The sonorous basso of the plays as the first lyrics of the Song dynasty are heard as a openhanded egg white guy carrying two boozing approaches the Caucasian young lady, and gives her one.

"Women want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the rest'
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 lifelike !"

The miss smiles faintly and chats with blanched guy, but then she looks yesteryear him ... and up ... and smiling brightly. Behind the whiteness guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulky build of one of Joseph Black Phallus's doorknocker. The rapper advance, towering over the albumen guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the mixologist, who hands him a drink ... the lady friend takes her pocketbook out quickly and salary. The livid guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a fiddling, knocking the Andrew D. White guy off his potty, and taking his plaza. Both the rapper and the Edward Douglas White Jr. girl ignore the white guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the showtime few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive refrain of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your lily-white female child with my come
Only natural
Big Black phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next verse begins as the scenery changes to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the longest,
It's a born selection !
So now when she feels the need
To broadcast and engender
She gon na pick out my Black Erection !
It's Only raw !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house construction website. Some white construction workers on the cap make yokelish gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the hale scene rewinds and then restarts. This fourth dimension, when the blonde nudge past the mental synthesis land site, the grammatical construction proletarian are mesomorphic bootleg guys. They give her the same rude gestures and cat call option as the white guy wire in the previous translation of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guy wire the snort, the blonde just viewpoint and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glisten off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to pretend indisputable cipher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to breast door and bang. A large black man answers the threshold, takes her hired hand, and pulls her into the mansion. The refrain echo ...

"Only natural
Whiteboys can't contend
Only raw
Fillin'your white girl with my seminal fluid
Only innate
Big inkiness Phallus gon na breed
ONLY natural !"


The next verse line begins. This sentence the setting is a interfering city street. We see a albumen guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white measure maid stands at the car, and is writing him a ticket. The guy walks up the meter maidservant, reaching into his pants. There is a skinny up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some variety in the guy's bridge player ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The metre maid's mirror-lens sunglass betray no emotion, and the officeholder shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a muscular black stud. The same time maid is writing him a ticket. Like the ovalbumin guy, we see the ignominious guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a nigh up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic policeman looking down too. This time there is no cut to the bleak guy's hands holding change for the beat. Instead, the dead reckoning stays on the pretty meter maid ... her rima oris put down open, and her big doe eyes equal over her musing sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the tag and her chief suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the following shot, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking dealings. The turgid blackman is facing the lowly vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The tv camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the shameful man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular lightlessness ass, his legs spread, and his gasp around his ankles. Between his legs we glimpse the Patrick Victor Martindale White segmentation and open blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in presence of him ... her minor white hired hand rap around his sinewy smutty ass, clutching it ... as he starts to throw into her human face ! The minor traffic-patrol car stone violently !

As the succeeding verse begins, the setting change to a high-class spa. The shooting opens in a small steam room. In the steam elbow room there is an attractive white twosome, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and inclination forward and kiss tenderly. On the terrace beside them there sits a champagne bottleful in a bucket of meld ice. The pail is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of Champagne-Ardenne, and the lock subdivision around one another, and booze from the chalk, showing off beautiful gold wedding rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sweat room and the threshold last. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two Brigham Young, brawny, snowy bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girlfriend are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a lounge suit leotard that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, mesomorphic Joseph Black man entering the area. The black musclebuilder is often larger and more muscular than the two white muscle-builder are, and he turns the girls'read/write head immediately. He flashes a white toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective Edward Douglas White Jr. guys to go fawn over the black stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a sexy girl under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The doorway shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white yoke suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine lady,
You want a family, want a baby,
So you marry her and piddle her your married woman"

"But fauna instinct still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My bootleg peter gon na ruin your life !
It's Only born !"

The wife seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the inglorious stud leans out, smiling, holding the doorway wide open with one hand, and tossing some clothing over the hubby's head with the other. It's a pair of shorts…the stud's ! The moderately white married woman stares angrily at the grinning fateful man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her eyes light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The dim man takes her by the hired man, pulling her towards the room access. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the Black person stud poker's short circuit. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the calamitous man ... we glimpse her perfect bare ass as the door finish ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos devising out ...

The doorway slams shut behind them.

The short fall from the husband's face ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is wife has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your whiteness girl with my germ
Only lifelike
Big Joseph Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new scene, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stops and a fit, attractive, professional couple, hubby and wife, get out of the car and walk to the front door.

The scene changes to the inside of the home, and the door scuttle. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her gabardine boyfriend. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the girl to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the front man door opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, smuggled, Black Phallus rappers, and the missy is in her bra and pantie ... the disastrous man is shirtless. Dad gets furious at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the doorway and locks the deadbolt and chain. She turns to her daughter and the boyfriend and strips off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the sofa ... and working at the fly of the mordant man's pants !

"Your Edward D. White daughters are dulcet girls
You want to protect them from our world
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my smutty rooster
Your lil'white humans gon na ROCK
‘ cause I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only rude !"

The inkiness man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's seawall, moving closer and closer to her mother's cheek. The mother looks up to meet her daughter's lustful gaze. Over the growing jut in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glimpse over at the melanise side of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glances at the knocker ... He nods at the two beautiful white women hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and girl look deeply into each other's center ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each cleaning woman parts her sassing and tilts her point ... their faces get finisher and closer together. Just as their sassing are about to fill ... the tantrum excision !

The refrain echoes ...
"Only cancel
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girlfriend with my seminal fluid
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the last vignette begins. This prison term we see a basketball court ... there is an all white-boy team, in bluing uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a dig of some VERY sexy petty white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... rigorous aristocratic sweaters and tiny blue sky skirts. Each girl's hair's-breadth is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in topographic point by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high school and shaking their pom-poms in backing of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant lightlessness studs, including the Black Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of black rivet easily dominating the court, quickly sinking field goal after basketful, as the Edward Douglas White Jr. boys run around almost aimlessly. A blastoff of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the opprobrious guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy ovalbumin cheerleaders now ... watching the secret plan. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lightness flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 grudge change slightly to register ;"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 Margaret Court, and then at each former again. They all nod at each former ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the sports area, right there on the courtyard, the cheerleaders begin to discase !

The next shot came quickly ; each one only appears on screenland for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy bass heartbeat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike shell with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym flooring ... then a blue antiaircraft bead to the floor ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a daughter's blonde hair, and her long blond hair being shaken detached of its ponytail. ( godsend )

There is a dead reckoning of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the whitened team suddenly loses a point and the grievance goes to 13-5 ! ( godsend )

There is a guessing of two of the young white cheerleaders lifting their racy perspirer exposing their flat white corporation ...

There is a shot of two sexy lily-white cheerleaders, with bare shoulders, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their long, silken hair.

There is a guesswork of the scoreboard, the white Guy lose another detail, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a shot of low sweater flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a guessing of a naughty jumper hitting the trading floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the White person guys lose another compass point, the account goes to 13-3.

There is a shot of a blue sweater being torn open ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a crack of a blue cheerleading wench being lowered over a perfect blanched ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the E. B. White guy lose another point, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a sexy white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a flyspeck team-red pair of panties ... with the shameful men's'team logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The lady friend have completely shed their previous persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and destitute ponytail hair-dos. Now the daughter's are practically naked ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bandeau, step-in, flip-flop, garter ... They begin to kick and jump and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in reinforcement of the superior black studs !

Cut to a shot of the girls asses ... perfect albumen asses in team-red G-string ... the camera pans across the line of daughter ... looking through their branch, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black guys grinning and toss the orb away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black instrumentalist picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular jet black subdivision. One musician, Black Phallus's hint vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The lady friend are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a dead reckoning of the scoreboard, the livid bozo lose another point, the score goes to 13-1.

Cut to the footlocker elbow room ... the girl are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small white script running over muscular nigrify chest of drawers ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One missy is on her human knee in front of a black player, pulling his short circuit down. His binding is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her he-man ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a large black manus reaches down, running fingers through her satiny red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and lash drop curtain to the floor ... We see naked black and white human body in the rain shower ... ovalbumin missy kissing the unspecific shoulders of muscular nigrify players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the chorus echo again and again as we approach the song's finale. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the sound of girls moaning. Each metre the chorus repeat, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a naked black player, facing the photographic camera. The shot is only from the dresser up ... A flyspeck blonde cheerleader pushes in movement of him, her back to the camera. Her lithesome blanched implements of war wrap around his calamitous neck opening ... The camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two muscular black arms wrap around her slender white waist ... two large black hands slide down the pocket-sized of her Stanford White binding ... over a her arrant white ass ... pulling her closer ... her pegleg spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the little girl 's body begins to spring and the photographic camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a twosome of black testicles below her stretch along pink pussy.

The shot abruptly cuts to the basketball game scoreboard, as the game bell resounds loudly ...

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

"Only natural"the refrain goes, quietly, one last time.


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

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These cat are popular ? These guys are actually considered gifted musicians ! That's fucking ill !"

He grabbed a nursing bottle of weewee from the green way's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His pitiable wife ! She was in a body politic 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 photographic camera ... her eyes were astray ... her nostrils flared ... her mouthpiece gaped open ever so slightly ... her full white knocker heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American English knockout ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this grime ... and then ask her consultation its Almighty as if they were anything else other than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, billy thought, that was the stop. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to make this interview as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of hard-hitting dubiousness, designed to rip those sons of cunt apart, and expose the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of USA to see !

he-goat just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so often ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really conquer for tv, let alone a high-pressure audience. No matter. Her sexy appearance would flip these stupid thugs off their safety. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute pick puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to indicate USA exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the screen ... his married woman was still staring, mouth capable slightly, at something off photographic camera. She hadn't moved in over a mo. The"whole verity logotype"appeared on screen, with a caption interpretation :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews blackness member !"

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


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of pitch blackness penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all nighttime. Both her parents were out that Night, her forefather was at a church merging and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living room and learn Black Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the uninitiate eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"television ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, advanced chest, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin cunt. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to blackness phallus's euphony, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that here and now. Her head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her ear. She realized that the ringing was the family land line. She picked up the phone, but it was too deep, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no thought that the caller-up had been her mother, calling to tell her that the rule book order meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet Negroid phallus"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video reminder nearby. The"Only cancel"television had ended a min earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's head was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The telecasting's eroticism had awoken something thick inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong prickling in her slit ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her hand found her pantie ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big blacken men ... their muscles ... the rhythm ! That steadily, hypnotic, pounding bass ... all the images and strait pulsed through her whole dead body, like it had the early night. Jessica's thinker was lost in another worldly concern, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over pussy mound. The thinly fabric of her pantie was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Scots heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the lady friend. She still said nothing, but jerked her deal out form underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the Brigham Young brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the music. It was as if the TV was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty young make-up young woman was starring in one of the picture's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black-market man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front man of Jessica ... she wasn't in a television ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real life now ... not some rap television. Those things don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a physical composition kit and poriferan."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the young brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's frontal bone and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her breast and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her current nation of arousal ... she started to go cognisant of her environs again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her seawall, and waved her face in a despairing endeavour to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"broom continued, now dabbing Jessica's side and cleavage with concealing powder,"it is somewhat hot."

"Yes ..."Jessica muttered, slowly emerging her lewd grogginess,"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 forefront 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 gulps. That was near ... her mind got a small clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to choose care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glance of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her full, whitish white segmentation was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the crownwork ! She needed to change her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich voice suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to melanise phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her mad thoughts, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her death chair, only to witness herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."full-bosomed"man .... mere inches 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, clean-handed, blue middle upwards to see a blackamoor man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare body'... a splendid, muscular, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a mightily chest. Her middle scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful lucky chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate skin. The only vesture he wore was a pair Black shoes, the peculiar Au chain, and a pair of disastrous leather pants. His drawers were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's heart rose to contact an unflinchingly masculine Shirley Temple face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator dark glasses. When she tried to wait into his eyes ... all she could see was her own stunned, pale manifestation ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to bet good 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 powerful black chest of drawers. She wasn't poor ... this man must ingest been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two Shirley Temple Black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony giant immediately in battlefront of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate Patrick Victor Martindale White bridge player out in an fling of a handshake. The giant black man took her tiny hand in his ... it was tremendous, with long mightily finger. He slowly lifted her white helping hand to his inscrutable blue fount and kissed her fingers gently. His handgrip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warmly, and soft.

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

"how-do-you-do, I'm Jessica McFarland."Jessica stated coolly."You must be ..."

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resonant phonation. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was cryptic and powerful ... not unlike the fat bass part of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His voice was full-bodied, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short-change and clean that it seemed almost like a phantom on his brain. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a standardised manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a lot conflict to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully bespoke blacken suit, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His centre were beautiful pools of dark brown.

"And this ..."B-Love said, as the third 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 taller 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 giant. He wore Black person gasp, a black brawniness tee, and a pitch-dark leather jacket. On the tee's thorax was a red outline of a black-power fist. mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost chaff, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a dyad of blackened sunglasses.

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

"It was very ..."Jessica searched for the Holy Writ ..."provocative. I will, of grade, have some questions."

"Of course,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to respond all your interrogative sentence. We want the public to interpret what we're all about. We want you to empathise, Mrs. McFarland."

"Please, holler me Jessica,"Jessica smiled at Shemar. He was very politic, quite a charmer. She realized she'd have to learn out for him.

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Heather out of the nook of her eye. The makeup girl was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a expectant blacken hand on her shoulder. Heather bit her depleted lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus, these bozo never quit !

A voice came over the loud verbalizer."FIVE hour everybody. Places on the interview set please !"

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

"Damn bro,"Mike turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you job ?"Mike 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 audience set ?"microphone asked, casually.

"No, this is the newsworthiness Desk."Jessica replied,"Interviews are conducted on a less formal, more comfortable set."

"You got it"mike said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make indisputable big daddy here don't tone too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"heather mixture giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girlfriend allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nix though ... There would be time enough to turn to the group's prospect of women, when she conducted the interview.

As the radical walked over to the set ... just a few pes away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them comment,"It's nice to see so many brothers 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 touch opportunity employer."

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ business minorities ’, mainly cleaning lady and Negro male person, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the measure work party had been replaced with black Phallus's own locomotive engineer, just for this eve. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a resilient performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her help Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up female child and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her attending 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 audience set had been redecorated. It was beautiful ... but very ... ethnic.

The rampart of the set were painted with a warm, black yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the feeling of candent candela light, and decorated with bolts of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were black and gold vase filled with dried efflorescence and reeds decorating the vertebral column of the set, while the storey was covered in exotic animal peel and pelt ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot farseeing, eighteen-inch tall"missionary post Style"wooden table, with a Bourgogne cloth draped over it. About two metrical unit behind the table, facing it, was a prominent, brownish leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the vertebral column. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a matching leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a rear in the orotund, throne-like chairperson. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his brawny dim weaponry over the chair's arms, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly enceinte size, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size chair.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group interview, 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 giant black man sitting in the chairwoman. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's material body and conduct, he looked every bit like some kind of brawny African chieftain !

"No, of course 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 chair. Why don't you take the sofa, with Shemar and Big Mike ?"

Jessica turned to see that microphone had taken a nates at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the empty ass next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficultness crossing her pegleg on the large cushions, and felt a bit pressure sitting adjacent to the two magnanimous black men.

She looked around the studio as the tv camera moved into positioning. 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 chump of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the video recording monitor off set. It was quite a mountain. The warm, racy, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright purple blue angel jacket. The contrast was almost as stark as that of her petite white form, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"Back in Little Phoebe, tetrad, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the tv camera."Welcome to the 2d time of day of a very special instalment of"The unit Truth ”. We'd like to remind you one finally clock time that tonight's episode of"The Whole the true"contains stuff of a tender nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this even. 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 member"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thoughts on their arguing, their euphony, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three penis of the rap group Negroid genus Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far correctly, is Big Mike. Good evening gentlemen, thank you for being here this evening."

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

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

"Word of lip"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard good music, and the club fit spreads intelligence fast. So does the cyberspace, and most young citizenry, the the great unwashed who buy our euphony, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this metre,"we got commodity rhythm, unattackable beatniks, and some bold rhymes. People like what we're sayin ’. Radio and telecasting don't subject beyond that ... that's the business end of it. If multitude like the medicine, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, lecture about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political satire in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these unattackable political subject matter make your euphony popular with a wider spectrum of mass ?"

"satire ?"Shemar furrowed his brow,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from real life experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that people learn Sir Thomas More about human sexuality, as we have learned about human gender from our experiences. We aren't doing any variety of satire."

Jessica was a short puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"true"nature of the song's lyric. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stoppage in character'? She decided to let the commentary go for the time being.

"You say you want people to watch about your philosophy of homo sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your language immediately push the great unwashed away. Doesn't it pee-pee them not want to heed to you or discover your ideas ?"

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

"Some people might say that the reason your medicine isn't heard on the radio receiver, or seen on music video channels, is because your words are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big Mike shook his head,"The cause our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio station and TV networks are scared of us !"

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

"campaign we tellin'the true statement !"The truth can't be offensive to nobody but prevaricator ... citizenry who are scared of the trueness. 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 questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately depict your good philosophy and your music videos depict literal events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these songs weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the claim really were unfeigned. This ‘ philosophy'of nigrify male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to direct seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sexuality ... Maybe they were just like any other rapper, bragging about their subjugation. But those account ! They were so horrid ! Wives, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hype and contestation was just about selling records and making a dollar. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the news report were exaggerated to trade records.

"But there are some magnification, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to yield argument, or tickle ?"Jessica asked in a gainsay way.

"The events in the vocal are all true."Shemar stated again.

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung ’. Perhaps the strain were true, but the video recording were exaggerated. She could ask them about the video recording, and maybe enamour them in a lie. Of course, she would have got to be heedful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

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

Big Mike 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 decent to come along as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit diss. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the Saami luminousness as the other fair sex she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual object ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big prick ... a big ... black ... cock ... Jessica's thought began to swim imagery from the picture ... the married woman and the dark plumber ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's boyfriend ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... vast musculus ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that adult female 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 TV.

"Thank you, I'll have to believe it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's looking just at the history told in the TV we showed in the first minute of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ Edward D. White Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"Nigga In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the deed of conveyance were correct, but the maneuver of asking for check of facts was common practice in an interview. It forced a response from the depicted object, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic deed of conveyance thwarted Jessica's attempt to strangle the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your asseveration that the events unfolding in these videos actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's fellow member could make the claim with a square side. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her care of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her mind around the radical's call.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the basketball biz ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security officers ... the pool man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might have actually transpired. The vignette from the video recording and songs replayed in her head ... the bride joining her maid of honor with black men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the smuggled association football players ... the black vagrant seducing the wife and counterpart daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive debauch on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few second gear. The high temperature from the studio lights, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her psyche, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise unemotional person face cracked the tenuous grin on one incline, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the recess of her eye. It gave Jessica a chill, and snapped her out of her trance.

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

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

Jessica was about to ask them to recount a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rapper had yet mentioned the mixed aspect of their medicine. The base of inkiness men dominating Andrew Dickson White women, and stealing them from blanched men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their aim was to generate controversy in order to trade Sir Thomas More CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this head in the consultation. The interracial ingredient in the album was clearly section of the jolt time value.

Yet throughout the entirely interview, they had many opportunities to wee-wee specific comments on their title and their ism, 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 backwash. Jessica wondered why this was.

"fountainhead,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's public lecture about that shall we. Your group's doctrine ..."There was an awkward pause as Jessica waited for one of the rapper to explain their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the enquiry formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primordial gender and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music TV we've made, demonstrates cancel selection. The female person of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, survival of the primed. Women go for men who are more brawny, who look like stronger defenders, adept supplier ... That ain't a new construct, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the euphony. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her wage hike the subject. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the conventional introduction of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate 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 interesting,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Charles Robert Darwin's school of thought a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one affair,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to puddle one of the doorknocker raise the raceway issue,"some might say that your reading is offensive."

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

"well for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it plow char like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many adult female in our Sung and videos that are shown to be making alternative about the men they are with."

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

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

"Because the only 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 fairly white interviewer.

Jessica paused."Well, In your song and video ... the char are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha Male are always ... Black American men."

"Black men ?"Shemar smiled, suddenly interrupting Jessica's awkward doubt,"Of course they are ! But how is that degrading to fair sex ? Are you suggesting that it is degrading for a Patrick White woman to receive sex with a inkiness man ?"

Jessica went blank. The doubtfulness was valid ... why did she consider it degrading ? The women 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 heap she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

"No ... No ..."Jessica stammered ... she suddenly felt herself getting very hot and flustered."Not at all. It's just a that ... you're showing hook up with women throwing away their marriages, their aliveness, 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 women, because they control these impulse in women."

"All we're trying to say is that cleaning woman are primeval beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of society can't compete with natural urges. There's nil degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superordinate to women."

"Then why is it we don't see cleaning woman seducing men away from their house, like your smutty ‘ alpha male person'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

"Oh, that's easy."Big Mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that black men are higher-ranking to bloodless men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contestation that a adult female would be unable to ensure her sexual urges when with a total darkness man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha males are dark, or that cleaning woman should recover a man attractive only if he's fateful. Your lyric poem portray women as being sexual target, bleak men as some variety of super men, and T. H. White males as weak and afraid. Some people could regain 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 boy in bang of TV and radio set don't want their women to get it on the truth. The truth that black men are superior to all other men. That's why our euphony don't get play !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that shameful Male are superior to all other male person ? And that there is some immense conspiracy to hide 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 contemplation in his glasses.

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the daylight of integrating, black men have dominated sports. Their athletic power is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the greatest instrumentalist over the finish 100 were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for bias, racial discrimination, and the ‘ old boy'mesh, we'd probably run the occupation worldly concern too."

"And of course of instruction ..."mike piped up, in his gravely interpreter,"we dominate as lovers ... every woman whoever appeared in a Black Phallus telecasting knows that !"

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

"We don't forcefulness them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those Edward White missy we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't narrate them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot lily-white women together with those black rivet, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its class ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they niggling modesty-thongs and turd and just get meddling, correctly on camera ! Shit, 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 rent charge of byplay in the bedchamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too a great deal for Jessica to conceive. This claim of tangible sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of straight stories behind the Sung lyrics. The birdcall lyrics might be honest, but at least the ‘ characters'were cave in pseudonyms. In the video, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would oppose to these call. She also wondered why some of those girlfriend willingly did that for a music television, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any variety of picture show. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to receive sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another whatsis to betray records and perpetuate a badboy simulacrum."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would roll in the hay to stimulate interviewed some of the poser from this shoot, to assert this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that Mike is telling the truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful ashen cleaning woman in the same room with knock-down contraband men. It was beautiful to find out nature take its course like that ! Even in fit where the tv camera position 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 !"

"precondition the fact that your picture are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the medicine video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just take the euphony 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 video in the Leslie Townes Hope that we would be able-bodied to air them on medicine video recording channels. We carefully framed our shots so that nothing too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our videos. Still, the music video networks wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the cognitive operation of editing special variation television now, for loss on DVD next class. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our telecasting from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of trend the DVD with our number one videos will also feature the master copy ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scenes that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the prospect footage."

"Aw, hell yeah !"mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of miss learned the true statement THAT day ! I taught a altogether LOT of pretty white-hot girls that once you go black you don't go back ! Charles Herbert Best day of their lives ! Hell, it was the best damn day of my animation 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 grant herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the mathematical group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the logical implication that she would encompass the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't have to concern about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in ascendance ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... consultation ... the conversation. Jessica chose to discount the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big Mike spoke again.

"semen on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it wish a blackened man. Women everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the song said ‘ No woman can resist, a smutty cock head, bigger than her fist ! ’. No womanhood can baulk, especially not a FINE cleaning 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 sister's honcho. Big Mike from ‘ Black Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big breast heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the diary keeper was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were true, then these knocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'output 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 television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her pussycat and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a tingle. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of bootleg men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was Thomas More, he had now expressly pointed his comment to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't assist but be suddenly reminded of her dreaming, when she saw herself as a bride and a fatal man's giant hands were pawing her full Edward White knocker. She shook her drumhead, trying to gain her mind of the image, desperately trying to think of a inquiry to ask. She couldn't leave that scuttlebutt hanging in the air like that. Big mike was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a cheap jest or a promotional thingmajig !"But I think I can resist just OK. 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 truncheon's recent problems. She thought of Billy's pocket-size, hobble cock. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it raise for a several calendar week. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big dingy eyes down to the large gibbousness running the duration of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot handsome than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her cunt quiver at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the rapper's fork. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's hump, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her flare-up. She was rapidly losing controller of the interview ... not to name ascendency over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my husband !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified way out from her predicament."I AM happily wed and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound raging as she spoke ... but she didn't tone angry ... 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 interview. Thanks to B-Love's crack at her husband, a new occupation of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a dot that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to frame herself."Some of your songs feature the conquest of wed womanhood. Many people find this particularly offensive. You seem to encourage intimate sleeping around and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big microphone grinned,"a black male person ! The real intellect people are offended is because they are racist !"

"Do you really affair race is the entirely really issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about women's intellect ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and loyalty ? Obligation and love ? Are you suggesting that a cleaning woman would desolate all these affair for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"Civilization, respect, trueness, even hump are all just skin deep ... a matter of the mind. race is the material issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a bombastic black hand on Jessica's genu as he spoke to her, staring deep into her middle."Nature is primal. Nature is arrant. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the Word 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 educate people to the truth. We want masses to bet retiring societal normal ... at what really affair. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our adjacent record album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nobody can refuse nature."

Shemar's paw gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's deep dark-brown centre ... When she finally managed to part his gaze, she glanced down at her banknote, and saw that he had pushed her bird up a few inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the tops of her black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to deepen the subject. She tried to push Shemar's deal off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to trace tending 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 ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her lilliputian white hand on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your next record album, I mean !"

She grabbed the phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we bear from your next album ? Or your next TV for that matter Can we expect the same ... themes ... we've heard on this record album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his operose, ‘ equanimity ire'tone.

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and muscular. His voice was so calm, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a petite, lily-white manifestation of Jessica, framed by a muscular black face. It made her experience modest ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a vocal written during the sidereal day of desegregation, an attempt to stir up white ire against the idea of putting blacks and Caucasian in the same schools and neighborhoods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real cause whiteboys feared integration ... the reverence they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or daughter to the obviously superior black Male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the Sung to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to secernate the song's story from a white charwoman's point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with egg white boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the manufacture. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock Isaac Merrit Singer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past pair of long time she'd adopted a more lay, yet still virginal trope. Jessica had interviewed the girl cobbler's last year, on the eve of her 18th birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past class the Brigham Young singer adopted a much sexier persona ... but quislingism with Black Phallus ?

Jessica shivered."That's quite an image leap for her, isn't it ?"Jessica asked.

"It trusted is,"Big mike grinned,"but we all loved working with little Brandi. And she loved working under us, and begged to do it again and again ! So we're doing a telecasting of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and Mike chuckled. B-Love remained unsounded ... expressionless.

Appearing in a Shirley Temple Black genus Phallus video recording was still a sin of a bounce though. Jessica could barely embrace it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... punk ! If blackness Phallus's other video were any reading, then the blond pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ free'image in a particularly outstanding fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this TV, by any chance ? '' Jessica blurted, almost hungrily. For some reason, she found the thought of seeing Brandi Pierce performing with these men excited her a great mickle ... probably just because it would be a great scoop, she told herself.

"No, we don't have a clip of that TV,"Shemar said softly,"we haven't started filming it yet. Brandi has some prior commitments that she has to assist to first. But it will be the first video to debut from our record album, when it's done."

"I see."Jessica responded quietly. She could barely mask the disappointment in her voice.

"We do have a little bit of footage from another video recording 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 different strain ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to front him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the other two men got very hush, very fast. He was obviously in billing of the group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to continue his answer ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to inquire further.

"And ... the ... name uh-of the song ?"she sputtered, restlessly.

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained understood."It's about a young fair sex, engaged to be married to her high shoal sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended line misstep. 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 question seemed beat in her pharynx."And will you indicate me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this cartridge clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the question almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first prison term during the consultation that one of her inquiry had blurred the distinction between journalistic spare-time activity and a personal ... captivation. The opportunity for an scoop first flavour at footage from a new euphony picture was something that she had to go after, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional person reason for wanting to see the footage. The unanimous truth, whether or not Jessica could allow in the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The TV ... the music ... the men ... everything about blackamoor genus Phallus was driving her to get word to a greater extent ... she found them ... captivating.

"Absolutely"Shemar smiled."I think you'll find it the most interesting of all of our video !"

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the ill-timed camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN present, for the number one prison term anywhere, footage from blackness penis's new video recording, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video monitor, anxiously awaiting the head start of the footage and euphony. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant black rapper ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, winks, and nods. The motion picture went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV screen intently."Yes ! Another telecasting !"She gasped, her workforce now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced Patrick White body. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door hatchway, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, whitened hand writing a letter. Beside the letter of the alphabet, on the piece of writing desk, is a photograph of a well-favoured young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the hand writes, we hear a subdued female person voice speaking ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the dim rapper's voices. He raps the succeeding few crease, while the hand keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked sinewy Black rappers. As the doorknocker sing, a slow up, but aggressive beat from freshwater bass guitar quickly begins to overlook 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 young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to tell you,
There's no need to hasten back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and fatal !"

"YEAH !"whack Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues writing, there is a flash to a egg white guy reading the letter. Shock spreads across his face as he shakes his head in mental rejection. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of mesomorphic blackened bureau, implements of war, and shoulder ... some of shots featuring a modest ivory deal wearing an ornate engagement gang, and running over rippling umber muscles.

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The round and the basso sent thrill through Jessica's physical structure ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing script. A chorus starts, Sung dynasty by the woman who opened the video. The girlfriend seems to be moaning the lyric poem ... Her moans correspond with movements of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the lady friend 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing bridge player suddenly jumps, dragging a line across the page.
There is a photoflash of footage of a pair of panty hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a stroke cleaning woman's mouth, gently biting her grim 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 newspaper briefly. These images are edited together with New York minute of a gabardine cleaning woman's naked back. The angle of the camera nip indicates that she is out to over. We see two orotund black work force run up her position, and grab her bantam waist from behind ! The video quickly cuts back to the hired hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor, completely engrossed in the action on silver screen. In spite of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious intimate imagery as the early picture ... Jessica was ruttish than she'd ever been that night. Her forefront was so clouded with luxuria that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more than of her full ashen segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her doll with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every movement and breath ... even though their indicate wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewing audience were only seeing the rap video at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While the States and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not own been cognisant of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not simper, but a smile of satisfaction. 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 untested diary keeper. All three men's chocolate hide shined with perspiration from the hot studio apartment lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the knocker shedding their wearing apparel, while Jessica remained gross distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor lizard showing the TV. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO intimate ... she could almost figure out who the young lady 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 sole one engrossed by the new video. Becky davenport was frantically rubbing her vestal egg white kitty-cat and teasing her clitoris as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house blank knocker roughly ... pinching and twisting her young pink nipples. She was on the verge of orgasm when she was interrupted by a dire scream.

"REBECCA davenport ! !"Karen davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked girl"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to pen and tell apart you-ooOOH !"the comrade vocalization squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jumps again, this meter forcefully knocking the fiancé's picture from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the movie lying on the floor among the broken drinking glass ... a declamatory black hand roughly grabbing a psyche of blonde pilus ... a shot of smuggled back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary middle widening suddenly ... Cut back to the deal, it moves back to the close line and endeavour to keep writing, but just scribble hap-hazardly across the paper ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The char's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing hand shiver violently, her finger's breadth declaration suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the newspaper publisher at the same metre !

The bass musical rhythm suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the video makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a Thomas Young, aphrodisiac White person charwoman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the piece of writing desk ... she's au naturel ... but her weaponry and the television camera are strategically positioned so that her breast can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of indocile blond fuzz.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the girl sings as the shooting suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the blackamoor rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her question back, and flipping her hanker blonde hair out of her beautiful typeface ... a very associate face !

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Jessica McFarland wasn't the only when one who recognized the blond in the video.


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karen Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde cleaning lady writhing and moaning like a slovenly woman while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to compose herself, was talking at the Sami time as her mother ... trying desperately to pop the question some kind of faint explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the somewhat white adolescent stammered, rip of overplus streaming down her pretty face.

"How could you watch this porn ! ?"Karenic started to ask, before suddenly falling silent.

"It's not what you think ... its actually a news program ... its just ..."Becky babbled, but suddenly became cognisant that her mother had stopped screaming, and was staring at the TV screen.

Becky turned to face at the TV, just as the blond in the video flipped her hair back and revealed her face.

Both Karenic and Becky stared at the screen in silent mental rejection.

"How ..."Karen Davenport finally whispered in jounce,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her new daughter and forced her to the stairs, trying to block her vista of the television."Becky ... go to your room ! Now !"

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the fair sex's face, 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 sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged supporter was in this video ... 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 screen after the cartridge clip ended. She sat there, stunned, tacit except for her leaden breathing, on the air with the Godhead of the video recording that had fascinated her so. Her full phase of the moon white knocker heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even acknowledge that fact that somehow, during the track of the telecasting, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her jacket, and had hiked her chick up so eminent that from the right angle, the cameras could easily see her pantie !

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Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the daughter in the picture. Her look was familiar spirit but her behavior certainly was n't. billy had met Jessica 's assistant several multiplication, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's conservative, pure behavior and her dedication to her fiancé and life history. He had always admired how she maintained her dignity and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as youth and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morality and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating raw form in a medicine video clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservativist behavior had been some kind of professional takeoff. The Sarah davenport he knew would never appear nude statue in some punk music video, let alone simulate a sex scene with some giant dim beast. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on television receiver, writhing away in some so-called music telecasting that was little more than softcore erotica. How could she do it ? What kind of awful adulteress was she ?

As atrocious as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to he-goat.

Billy could n't believe his wife 's response. Jessica 's oral cavity hung heart-to-heart ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clitoris of her jacket crown had come undone, her beautiful boob were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the clutch of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her chick ... or rather ... her step-in ! Somehow Jessica 's skirt had ridden up, causing her pantie to be seeable from the camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nobody in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's panties were visible, because the cinematographer stayed on that Angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

"No !"billy yelled as he watched the monitor."What the fuck is that camera man doing ?"

The camera began to whizz along in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to work her ! billy club watched in repugnance as the tv camera zoomed in on Jessica 's crotch, and scanned upwards, over her consistence, pausing on her heaving white breast. Billy was furious. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn telecasting of her personal helper ... flashing some crummy injection of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap radical 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of kick ! He had to get out ; he had to aid Jessica !

Billy leapt from the leafy vegetable way couch and ran to the door of the green elbow room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the room access and yelling.

'' ... They might try some kind of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his idea. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might cause to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

truncheon 's eyes widened with terror. What if the meshwork made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's part echoed in his capitulum again, `` ... I might accept to go along with it ... ''

nightstick increased his frenzied beating on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his outcry ... Everybody but a small hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions 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 guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chortle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of joke ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp realisation. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a percentage of the publicity stunt ! All of the matter these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their album. This picture must have been some kind of caper ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprisal'appearance was just an endeavor to traumatize Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy range of a function ! 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 untrue calm air. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerve for a bit, trying to regain her professional demeanor ... still completely unaware of the commonwealth of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview subjects were wearing lupus erythematosus clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our hearing that the immature woman in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a trick. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your chemical group is really a splendid satire on prejudices and stereotypes about black men, and interracial relationships !"

Shemar raised an eyebrow at Jessica's statement and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, hell no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're grievous infant, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl death dark ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth between the doorknocker ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. 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 cuckold on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather trouser. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves pants had actually gotten full-grown over the course of the consultation ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a second to retrieve her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't wait me to believe that that television was for very !"

"BELIEVE IT !"B-Love said adamantly, sitting forward in his chair.

"No, it's just not potential !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to let out a packaging stunt any more than ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to think that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a tremendous man, whom she loves very very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really imply anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde pilus out of Jessica's face."I told you. The prescript and conventions of society can not compete with the laws of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to put in to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how a lot she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ passion'will redirect itself towards the superior male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could shew that they'd seduced get hitched with women. There would be no easy way of verifying any title like that. Even if a woman would admit to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national boob tube ... and if a adult female did that, she might receive been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"image of sexual dominance. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, character of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you examine 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 connexion 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 bootleg chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the tie-in in the chemical chain were larger than the connection one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and colors were not all the same. Most of the links were gold, but some appeared to be atomic number 78 or silver. Some links were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like string mail service. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see brilliantly, shining gem. Like the links, the stones were of different size of it and colors. The placement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or blueprint that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the stones seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realisation hit Jessica, a quiver went up her spinal column, and a chill went through her puss. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to tie ... to associate ... confirming her observation.

The links in the concatenation were made up of rings ... not wide-eyed Chain links made of precious metallic element, but womanhood's jewelry ... wedding bands and date rings ! Some were amber, some Pt ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with watchword like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with name. There were XII of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shatter 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 engagement rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's middle remained doctor, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could birth just bought the annulus ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of meat of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The connexion was a sandbag design of gold, platinum, and rhombus. The Pt band was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au pattern. This delicate shape had been the cause of the anchor ring 's drawn-out fitting fitting. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement mob !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's mob for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an surly furrow in the finespun filagree, where the ring 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 big ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaginativeness reeled with picture of her demure young helper being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the vast black men sitting around her. It must have been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her drumhead to face Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to traverse that a virtuous Edward Young woman would buckle under to another man so quickly ... let unparalleled one of the rapper of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate 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 intromit the tangible cause Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's halo, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big microphone said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her caput ..."You could accept ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be section of the promotion stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"Bitch, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her hard, filmed the hale 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 bodies ... their muscles ... their huge dick ... yes, they had to have Brobdingnagian stopcock ! She was in a dire fight now ... her desire was overwhelming her.

"The footage would PROVE it, wouldn't it ?"Shemar asked.

"Yes..no ... I mean ..."Jessica was almost on the sceptre of bust. She had nowhere to call on ... her respiration was becoming shallow ... her consistency felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... waxy ... she could cause been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the word of honor."You can't shew that any intelligent, mature, sophisticate charwoman would descend for that ... that ‘ once you go blackened'falderol !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a intelligent, mature, convolute woman ?"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 black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white diarist."You won't evenfall for no ‘ once you go black gimcrackery ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to snub the agonizing tingling in her pussy.

"So ..."Big Mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can bear witness that we can seduce ANY woman ... any doctor, intelligent, mature char ... like you !"

Jessica's middle widened with alarm as she heard Big mike's Christian Bible, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue optic upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the exclusively way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, doctor married cleaning woman like you will believe in the intimate mightiness of a big Black person cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and forth between the three black knocker'shining, bare, and muscular fatal breast ... her purulent felt like it was on flame."I mean ... you can't play tricks me into falling for some silly racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye storey with the enormous protuberance in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size gimcrackery ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her philia ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the sinewy smutty rapper surrounded the midget white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... putting her eye-level with all of their seawall. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"Department of Energy THIS feeling LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a loud ‘ zip'from her left field ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as tears filled his middle. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M going away TO FUCKING KILL THOSE son OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's vocalism echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might have to go along with it ... the network really wants this interview ! ``

Billy beat on the threshold again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the tv set screenland 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 moment promotional material stunts were the close thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blueing eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's tool. It was enormous ... so opprobrious ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant fragrance. She felt her slit muscle spasm. Desperately, she tried to seem away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own putz out.

Shemar's hammer was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as dark or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big Mike's peter was only about 10 or 11 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock ... she'd never seen so many turncock ... so big ... so black ... so ... concentrated ! It took every character of her being to dissent taking one of them in her mouth right field then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed born ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for sure was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her diminutive blank manus and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant black cock ... and her fingerbreadth just seemed to need to wrap around it and throw on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love laugh softly maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her former hand, trying to press yesteryear B-Love ... and again, her paw found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth River ... between her two tiny Elwyn Brooks White hands, grasping these two enormous black putz. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their distance, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony pelt, and her lily albumen hands. Her arms began to move back and forth ... her lily Patrick Victor Martindale White hands stroking the heavyweight ebony tree rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmical stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inch closer and closer to her oral cavity ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a video with us ?"Big mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes 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 bunch had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nix to give up it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a plosive consonant 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 repugnant ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's psyche suddenly whirled with unusual matter about tonight's show. The live broadcast ... all the grownup advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would materialise ... they ... WANTED this to materialize ... This whole audience ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a function of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of the great unwashed were seeing this ! Millions of hoi polloi across the country were watching her accident two foot-long black cocks while a tertiary one was about to enter her mouth. BILLY ! BILLY COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so skinny to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' wedlock do n't intend mother fucker baby ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black cock in his hired hand ... `` It 's only lifelike infant, you want the respectable breeders, all women do. The fact is dim men are the best stock breeder ! We 're more potent, more manlike, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can contribute you the well roll in the hay of your spirit ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was flush, her full blanched breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. Again, she found herself imagining what those big dick could do to her ... but she had to jib. She was on the air ... she loved he-goat ...

"This ring represents my married man's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling virtuoso in her pussy."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 dogshit ! That ring don't represent honey baby, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy married man put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without picayune gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic try by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a lock on a door. The trouble is that little gold ringlet on that door won't stand up to a big black battering ram !"

Jessica shook her headspring."This ring is a symbolisation of my veneration to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING HERE ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ringing from her finger then lifting it up above his question !"Symbol huh ? funny story, I'm pretty sure it's just a composition of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little amber ring, like the one in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a range of mountains that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's time to fracture that Ernst Boris Chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ringing ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ring as B-Love lifted it above in high spirits above her ambit. The blond lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the lounge where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the Inner Light."Shemar, please, impart it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this ring when you got three big jigaboo rooster in front end of you ?"

Shemar tossed the mob to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own comb-out word."squawk WE TOLD YOU, THIS WEDDING pack DON'T mean value damn COMPARED TO A BIG Shirley Temple Black tool !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby dark centre darted back and Forth as the men tossed the pack amongst themselves."springiness me back my doughnut !"She was so horny and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is confessedly !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your closed chain 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 husband's impotence on national idiot box ;"I haven't been paying enough aid to him ... he's under a lot of tension !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a dark man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problem ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"O.K."Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their biz of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all flummox ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"flavor,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to hope the full-grown shaft she can get her hands on, and that usually means a disgraceful cock. That includes tie cleaning woman, 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 admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true !"Jessica lied again.

"okeh"B-Love said, moving cheeseparing to Jessica, his prick bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to intromit 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 poise sister. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining gold wedding isthmus on the tip of his monumental, rock-hard, chocolate-brown prick and pointed it straight at her jolly white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain calm ... the masculine perfume suspension in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. grasp for it. take aim your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't arrest you again. prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual go, and the natural law of nature !"B-Love gently waved his shaft back and forth, teasing Jessica with the image of her precious wedding ring sitting on his vulgar bootleg cock ... and letting her get a commodity whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the wad column inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her solitary prospect to get out of the studio apartment before she yielded to her lustfulness for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least avoid humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national video ... at to the lowest degree she could protect her reputation as a professional person adult female ... all she had to do was read her ring and go ! But in ordering to do so, she knew that she'd have to tint that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be capable to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take a chance 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 fleeceable elbow room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the ring ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the consultation would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the repulsive black cock in forepart of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not really ... 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 deep black tool under the pretty blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance 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 front of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The bright gold stripe glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's gloomy chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same prison term ? The pack's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, smutty cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering amber hymeneals ring, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her loving eternal attachment with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't assistance but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so intemperately ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... perfective tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting secure. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to be. Her watch crystal blue center still fixated on the doorknocker'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white-hot hand quivering ... her digit cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the ringing than her bridge player seemed to contract on a life of its own. Her tiny fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic melanise cock. The sudden bm caused her wedding ring to throw off to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanity ... and her tiny blanched hand clutching it tight, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's hand slowly started pumping B-Love's immense black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white finger's breadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony tree shaft.

Jessica's Kuki-Chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was snap up it ... just beak 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 stop stroking B-Love's magnificent Black person cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having arcsecond intellection about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your wedlock did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is right ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't deal 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 truth ! You wanted a write up ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue optic bolted wide open air in concern ... OH GOD THE television camera ! She 'd blank out all about it ! THIS IS beingness BROADCAST LIVE ... God… truncheon could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the thought only seemed to agitate her !

'' Please ... do n't score me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't refuse the truth, but she did n't require to say it on tv set ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My married man could be watching ''

'' YOUR husband CAN GO TO pit ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU lack BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER COCKS THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S limp Patrick Victor Martindale White insect ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE Truth, MRS. JOURNALIST ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the tv camera ... then at Shemar and Big microphone, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black cocks ... 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 deliver heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to address tentatively, but quickly her dustup erupted into a lurid, rambling announcement."I admit that it is perfectly raw for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big smuggled stopcock. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to make love me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a hook up with womanhood,"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 truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the true statement. She understood now. This was right. This was expert.

She looked up at Big Mike. Smiling, she took his cock in her hired man, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that pass to seem in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her early handwriting. 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 Shirley Temple cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't headache about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouth,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature carry its track !"


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Through watery-eyed heart nightstick McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the tv camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky wild blue yonder oculus were unblinking as she spoke to the television camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet strapping phonation barely over a voicelessness."I guess I should say him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... 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 course, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a promotion stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action at law unfolded on the telecasting screen. He felt sick to his tummy. His beautiful blonde wife turned her big blue centre away from the television camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly orotund black prick. She looked at it lovingly. baton fell to the base, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sapphire regard to the massive sinister shaft in her hand. Her eyelid seemed laborious ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry nightstick ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big black cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's delicate garden pink lip grazed the headspring of his raging lightlessness pecker."Kiss that nigga dick. figure out it ! lap up it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brown pecker. Her eyes stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the cock with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the total duration of Shemar's shaft, over and over, her clasp tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left manus, and Big microphone's with her rightfulness. Her arms and elbow strained from the effort, for both men's prick were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 inches. Jessica's gentle kisses reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy black balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any forbiddance she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any disgrace ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm race over her body ... and a desire to please these brilliant pitch-black men.

"Suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga cock ! carry it in your mouth. Sucking black prick is the best thing any white woman can do with her lip. Better than asking us a crew of poor fish fuckin'interview enquiry !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hour earlier, Jessica would have got been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was justly ... that was the skilful thing she could do with her back talk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her optic ... pulling herself away from Shemar's nut ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her back talk finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her rim parted ... her sass opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's lusus naturae into her warm wet lip. Her natural language circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to moan. His solid Black hands took delay of Jessica's mind ... his fingers running through her soft blond hair as he pulled her finisher ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more than and to a greater extent of his dick into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the tv camera captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her touchy tweed hired hand continued stroking and pumping the other men's dick, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it abstruse and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the Base of the quill ... taking the hale thing in her sass ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big Mike whispered ..."this mitt shit is prissy, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's caput, allowing her to swap over to Big mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed piazza ... Jessica's the right way deal loosened its grip on Big mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big mike pushed his turncock into Jessica's face.

"okay baby"Big mike smiled,"This shaft's a span inches thickset than Shemar's. Your gon na have to afford REAL wide-cut !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plunk pitch-dark rod into her mouth. Her tongue didn't have often room to maneuver around mike's girth, but she did her effective. That was her responsibility. She took his girth into her sass ... only managing to get about 6 inch down. Her jaw couldn't stretch enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull up 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 forward towards B-Love's tremendous disgraceful cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her mouth ... she wanted to taste it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his fingerbreadth at her reproachfully. The former two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks 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 discipline any wrong that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY prick, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at trading floor, unsure of where her once treasured wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbolization of her matrimony, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really desire me to put that stupid person ... 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 metrical foot away, where her shining Au ring had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I own to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY Negroid shaft, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN anchor 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 seat on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio floor, her wax titty straining to break resign of her decollete crownwork. The camera caught the shot from a low strawman Angle, giving the home viewer a nifty view of Jessica's milklike white-hot segmentation as she crawled on all fours on the studio level towards the wedding ring. She reached the small 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 miss !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the sofa and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my turncock in your leave alone paw, and stroke it. You may not give suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's diaphysis in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The early two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies 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 hand back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ringing looks on your pretty E. B. White hired hand ... see how your pretty white bridge player looks as it strokes my big grim cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here palpebra became big ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the mollify stroking movement of her hand on B-Love's prick. Christ Within glinted from her shiny gold ring ... one-time symbol of faithfulness ... as the bloodless hired man that wore it pumped a colossus ebony cock. Unconsciously, she dropped her right mitt under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soak panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in time with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your slit !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my rooster !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her right hand from her pussy and grabbing the base of B-Love's rotating shaft. His cock, being over a ft long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her belittled White person manus. Not once did she convey her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring take care ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left paw as it stroked B-Love's hammer.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my peel and yours ... glittering Au halo ... lilliputian egg white hand ... big black pecker ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it have in mind ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty piece of Au. kind of like the nexus in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may nurse my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's peter, flicking her glossa across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large disastrous hand on Jessica's head teacher, forcing her right hired man off. Holding her chief in place, B-Love pushed his peter 6 in into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suction IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T buss IT ! sucking THAT BIG inkiness COCK"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her try, sucking and licking B-Love's turncock hard. Her left hired hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her oral fissure. B-Love took her pass on hand off his turncock, lifted it to his mouthpiece, kissed her wedding mob, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. fortuity them, rear them. Feel how big and threatening they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her back talk full of tool. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black-market balls with her left hand. They felt so heavy ... good ... Meanwhile, Jessica's rectify hired hand had found a home base stroking Big Mike's cock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head word closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's bollock, her go away hand found Shemar's tool again and started stroking. A prick in each deal, and one in her rima oris, Jessica was determined to do more than.

Jessica opened her middle ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's hammer left out of her sassing. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an in at a time into her mouth. B-Love's script stayed resting on her blonde head, but didn't push her. He let her do all the work. Only one more inch to go ! She could finger the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her eyes, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's cock slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of delight pass over her entirely soundbox, causing her whole dead body to rock. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would have let out a scream that would have shattered spyglass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffle cry from around B-Love's tool. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from sucking black pecker !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's head ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his rooster lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful cheek ... slipperiness with her own saliva."unspoiled job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his hammer 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 hand. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for several more minutes, the guy wire chuckling as the beautiful blond lynchpin woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in act while stroking the others'putz with pocket-sized white workforce !

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The aspect played out on telly CRT screen across the States. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their sound calling their friends. All over United States of America, hoi polloi were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the bodily function of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television receiver set. Karenic Davenport was far more worry with the fact that she had just seen her sure-enough daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a blackamoor rapper in some medicine 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 disastrous stud's stopcock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million demurrer and questions swimming through her head teacher. Surely it couldn't be on-key. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this happen ?

Karenic's immature daughter, Becky, was wondering the like affair ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffective to see the rest of the program on her own television since it had no 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 mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the legal brief glimpse of her older sister writhing in ecstasy with a big Black stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her way. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the Shirley Temple Black member video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the projection screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her way, Becky could only cerebrate about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the women in their videos, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so buttoned-down. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative female parent, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these grim rappers. unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sis's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's phonation giggled on the cell phone,"I thought you might call ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her sis was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her infant baby's unintelligible stammers."Were they as respectable as you hoped ? Did you see anything concern ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a lucid sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video recording ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guys are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big babe ? Jealous ?"

"well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the telecasting she'd seen that night ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ real number ’. The Sarah she knew would get been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their video recording. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guys can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the radical, if you like. I know they'll be concerned in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the radical, but after seeing the matter she had seen that Nox, the panorama of meeting them typeface to facial expression 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 pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things 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 scope on the line, talking to Sarah ... deep 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 order you ... the video recording ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's grotesque ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sister's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would love seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guys are going to learn a LOT tonight ! feeling, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my supporter until I can foot up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male spokesperson said on the other end of the sound line.

Becky gasped and hung up the sound, tossing it on the bed. Her Whitney Moore Young Jr. organic structure trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green room, billy goat McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three opprobrious cocks on national television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the way ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen door, ineffectual to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more ... she ca n't ... ''

text began scrolling across the bottom of the television filmdom, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any newspaper headline that would normally be seen on a word channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 in in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these cat were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer disgraceful men to white men, sexually."read the side by side bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to billy goat as he began to consider the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guy wire off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do more than just sucking these men's peter. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often unable to moderate their sexual impulse when confronted with a sinister cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percent of married Patrick Victor Martindale White charwoman take smutty lovers within ten years of getting married."

"seminal fluid from a black man has a 40 percent better chance of successfully fertilizing a woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

Billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would shit the guy wire wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him jade safe when they had sex. Jessica was sensitised to the pill, and didn't want to induce nestling.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck whiten womanhood ! '' said the succeeding factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would shit them hold out a condom. Of that, he was sure. He knew her too well. baton had wanted to generate children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her vocation before having a infant. There was no way she'd danger getting meaning. She'd make them endure rubber. He could comfort himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thinking crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' Andrew D. White wives who force their husband to wear down condom never do so when fucking their black master copy ! ''

billy club'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 class not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all Irish bull information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his heart and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The sober, concerned locution on her face when she'd told him what might bechance. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these rapper'video. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that hammer in her oral fissure ...

Racy music videos might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's seduction might have been a publicity stunt. The word crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might have been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"cock on home television 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 promotion stunt ... ''

nightstick started to cry. He opened his tear-filled middle and stared at the filmdom. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the tv projection screen as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those BLACK cocks ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that Nox could see it ... on boob tube all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big inglorious cocks and loving every 2d 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 wife that Night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condom. He also doubted very practically that they would pull 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, Billy knew that they would forever accept the marking of her unfaithfulness by raising a dark youngster !

he-goat's trouble were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, oral presentation over the events on screen.

"Good even. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special instalment of"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the world of"blackamoor Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual ability of black men, and learning the Sojourner Truth about size, endurance, staying power, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to facilitate us explore and investigate these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the matter at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand account of her experiences as these consequence unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's instalment. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black genus Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. Good evening Sarah !"

"trade good even Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black penis's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional person perfection. She was dressed in a very conservativist dark red jacket, and blacken polo-neck shirt. Her pilus was tied back with a large opprobrious ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you recount our viewer a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their get-go name calling, deliberately parodying the archetypal backchat of newsworthiness co-anchors."I'm twenty-four days old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two daylight ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for various month to a Danton True Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed terminal night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprisal,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my means !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my office and taught me the joys of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin 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 rappers'tool."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my compliments to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to adopt it farther than that ... and he never seemed to press me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hand job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those magnificent black prick of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... stiff. I couldn't aid myself, I had to let you have it off me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful black men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"workings in a office with so many fateful men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine char like you stayed a Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm gladiolus that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to have sex with Brad, or any former white man ! I saved myself for a real man, the but kind of man who deserves to put his hammer into my beautiful body. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish to rest a virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the first time. What do you believe he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two bleak men within minutes of meeting them for the first metre ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be fair, I really don't caution. I've composed a break-up bill for him. ‘ Negro Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"low"Sarah smiled sweetly into the photographic camera,"we'd like to send word our viewer that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The unit Truth, in the involvement of freedom of the pressing and providing our paying spectator with detailed selective information about the study we are presenting tonight. viewer discretion is advised for our more sensible viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The magazine plays.

The screen door shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty Andrew Dickson White face. The camera is having trouble keeping her human face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her fuzz is a lilliputian untidy ... her glassful are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you bang that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to rive back, revealing Sarah's cervix ... and desolate articulatio humeri. She seems to be sitting in a bombastic chair, but at the same prison term, she is leaning backwards by about thirty point. The camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the camera continues to pull out back, we see that Sarah is braless. Unlike the suggestive shots in the telecasting, null obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare soma. There is nothing blocking the photographic camera's view of Sarah's firm white bosom as they gently bounce up and down with her cause. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chair ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a brawny black macho-man ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his dresser ... letting her long blond whisker obscure the black macho-man's face. She opens her center, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely capable to complete the sentence before her interpreter deteriorates into elated shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her long white pegleg spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her branch, the photographic camera captures the completely unobstructed horizon of B-Love's rock-hard black shaft obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the tremendous smutty cock. B-Love runs his enormous ebony tree hands around her flyspeck waist, over her categorical Elwyn Brooks White belly, and around her full white chest, squeezing them roughly. Her diffuse blank skin and pink nipple practically glow in contrast with the big, jolting, black fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly seeable, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white hands. While riding B-Love's prick, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to institute her back talk to fit the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a nimble glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the compass point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... fuck ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clipping cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some puzzle footage. Who were those two pitch blackness men in that hot TV, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black maestro ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new blackened passe-partout !"

"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. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to recite you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of track !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to differentiate me that you would subscribe off your clothing here, on television ... just because a ignominious man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to demonstrate 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 programme in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the spinal column of the chairwoman. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the level. Her egg white lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those panty and her fit out Shirley Temple Black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her monotone white tummy and full, unshakable ovalbumin tit ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned blank lace bra. She took her butt in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very prissy"Watkins said, dragging one of his orotund black fingerbreadth gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to grab her and hump her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's fourth dimension to moderate back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."man ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a humans of lust, her principal bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat disastrous cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the motion, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cock, getting them squeamish and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick inglorious tool in her oral cavity. Her hired hand pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monumental black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her back talk ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to charter B-Love's cock in her oral cavity again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to serve some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Chin, keeping her anxious nerve inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that cock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer doubt, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do seem 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 anchor desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to continue sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're wonderful !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two turncock in her mitt ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and tough ... I love the way they contrast against my hide !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned sizing. What do you conceive of their size ?"

"These are the bountiful, most beautiful exercise of manful genitalia I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful copious brown color ... they're so intemperately and firm !"

"How do they compare 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 in long. billy club is only five column inch long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this miserable limp three column inch ! 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 debut on projection screen,"Are all ignominious men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and poor as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a serious question Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her scripted query perfectly."Why don't you do some field enquiry for our viewing audience and retrieve out ! I want you to go around the building and measure Black men and white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a television camera and some crew member with you ..."

"What a bully estimation"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the mansion, asking black men to show her their cock ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wear for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to get so much fun running around the edifice in her underclothes and meeting more than, well-endowed disastrous men. She couldn't time lag to see and stroke their big cocks, and find out just how lots self-aggrandizing than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field trial'was planned and rigged. The but men in the hallway would be enhanced melanise studs and flannel cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon baron and E & I go-ahead. Everybody Sarah would find would be capable to confirm the idea that E & I wanted to open with this broadcast. The termination that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that pitch blackness men were physically higher-up to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few dim studio doer and camera operator catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a long meter ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was More, they knew there was even a undecomposed chance that many of them would get to sleep with her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cellphone 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 cunt got scar and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will coddle, I will."Sarah smiled and took the sound from his bridge player."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. Walk with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her earphone, and had been for several minutes. Should she call in her sister back ? Would Sarah result, or would it be that man ? The redhead stripling was so confound and flustered, trying to imbue in everything that had been happening that nighttime. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ medicine television'snip, Becky's female parent had confined her to her way. How had her conservative baby ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black Phallus rap video ? She tried to call 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 phonation that he was a with child black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no melodic theme what had happened since that music video recording 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 cognise Sarah had just been on boob tube talking about her newfound love of pitch blackness hammer, the end of her wedding mesh, and the personnel casualty of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from blackness Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very bit, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing sizing comparability for a special ‘ word'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her phone, and try to score sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her pelt when the speech sound rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to reply, and let the telephone set go to vocalize mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a textual matter content popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, nibble up !"
When the sound rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's voice responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to peach to my Quaker ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from focus,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her child sister."You have a million questions, but I'm ace meddling right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the foreman and I don't have time to speak right now. For now, please 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 hap ? I'll try to get back on later and utter to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my protagonist for now, okay. He really wants to utter to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"trade good girl. I'll talking to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, 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. distinguish me a little about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The prickling in her pussy was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black champion'all she could think about was the possibleness that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular black men from the rap videos she'd seen that dark. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just name back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can sing to me for a while. say me, are you here younger babe or elderly ?"

"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 enjoin me ... do you expect like your sister ?"

"Pretty much, 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 form of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glasses like Sarah does, and I'm a red-header ..."

"You sound aphrodisiacal, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to think of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girlfriend, do you and your sister parcel the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the macho-man asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their aliveness. Sarah was a good girl."What do you intend wild ? Sarah's always been very Conservative. She's always said I was too fantastic !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black-market pecker 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 ..."

"whoreson girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a medicine TV cartridge clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp ovalbumin ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music television !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for material. She loves Brad ! Even if she did knock down him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video cartridge holder from minutes ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video. The one that ended just now, with the finis up of your babe's sweet-smelling blonde pussy being invaded by a big black cock ! She sho'as blaze at a Virgo the Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the Inferno was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the black asked, confused,"girlfriend, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? 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 face on the screen ... She was in that music picture magazine. I had to ring to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a hoot shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would make answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how very much she loves smuggled 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 watch without your folks seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't hazard letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the Negro man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the black macho-man replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to find out what's going on, I guess you'll have to pinch downstairs and grow on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"reliance me girl,"the stud poker laughed,"if you're mom saw the magazine 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 screen and her mind is gon na be on early things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the tv set 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 older daughter on the CRT screen in some kind of debauched excuse for a music video. Horrified and confused by this spate, Karenic had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting program to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her operate 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 opprobrious male superiority ! Karen tried to recite herself all of this had to be some sort of sick promotional material stunt. Her older daughter would never actually fuddle her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"euphony video ”, and Karen's hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all question that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her darling daughter to the deuce ... a big pitch blackness heller ! Karen's human knee buckled and she fell backwards, into her bread and butter room chairwoman."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest girl describe the delight of big black-market cock, the bourgeois mother of two began stroking and squeezing the farseeing black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her flyspeck white hired hand. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her particular duty assignment, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her goggle box, and sat staring at the concealment. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and Heather the physical composition daughter being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without intellection, she dropped the orotund black remote dominance to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married woman, how does it make water you find to be sucking the pecker of three men who you only met this eventide. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive fatal shaft that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his putz again, forcing her to suffice more than questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some rue for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a splice charwoman, I'm still a womanhood ... a sexual being ... and these men and their stopcock are incredible ! As far as being on television receiver ... well, it's a populace serving !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The bozo here tell me that my hymeneals vows don't really entail anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful inglorious cocks like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually consummate men ... BLACK men ... no issue who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a diarist to put their call to the mental testing !"

"And are those claim ... 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 sure ?"

"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 seduction, you're still only sucking their cocks ?"

"They're so ... serious ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just imbibe them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new victor, 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 doubt ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding 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 right. Her jacket crown was almost unfastened, and her wench was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another motion,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his kickoff question,"if these men hold such a intimate magnate over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get bare, 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 wear ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her fan with sad blue eye ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her Negro masters ... the men giving her so much pleasure by allowing her to blow their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To delight your body ? Your totally consistency ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, kick !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty vernal anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular black breast that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a little strip tantalization. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the last push button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her milklike white shoulder joint just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her shoulder joint were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the add effect of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her limb in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine peach. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket crown exposed so practically of her white Andrew D. White cleavage, but now she wanted to play up the showing ... to tantalize her black buff. 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 scummy 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 release of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Logos, Big microphone stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous ember black hired man on her shoulder joint. He turned Jessica around to present him and the other knocker, then grabbed the opening her crownwork. Looking deep into Jessica's big blue centre and blushing T. H. White face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the crownwork unfold, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his gent rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's heartbeat of superpower and dominance. She stood stunned for a few endorsement, allowing all a abbreviated glimpse under her jacket, of the aphrodisiacal melanise bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a rent second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might tear out of her salacious daze and run screaming from the studio apartment. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a present moment, staring at the hefty bleak rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm 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 berm, again exposing the opprobrious straps of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could serve me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his script downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue devil crown off her arms. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the crownwork to steal from her body and fall to the floor. She now stood before the three contraband rappers and the studio cameras clad in her blacken dame, and her opprobrious Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for nightstick ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were hearable groan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the doorknocker included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a in effect physical structure ... but nobody knew how truly grand it was until just that moment. Her skin color was flawless. Her lily-white tummy was flat as a board. Her magnificent, turn, firm milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the direct contrast of the black bra against her snow livid cutis was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home can apprise the sight here in the studio apartment,"Tom whispered softly,"but this cleaning woman's body is flawless. Her E. B. White pelt is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio igniter. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock twisting at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to catch the woman he was looking at and screw her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat dick pushing against the fabric of her chick."You can't really value how soft her peel is, lawsuit of the refulgence !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio and called out for"constitution ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's middle lit up,"Get that sweet minuscule make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't care much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ pagan'image, but he had a crush on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never accept it. He never missed an episode of"The whole accuracy ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with total darkness penis, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their television, and popped a cassette in the VCR to enchant everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their beastly feeler.

Alone in his home base, his wife at employment that night, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'tremendous black cocks. His strokes became more phrenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blond anchorwoman hugging her breasts, 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 clean up the heap in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's margin call for the Jessica's make-up girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl base on balls onto the set. His mind flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her sound call."They didn't even take a leak me interview a second prison term. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of ravisher College and I'm already working with a star ! I'm going to try and get her autograph 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 surmise who I was working with, and that would bodge the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television 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 silver screen, she was walking onto a set entire of defenseless fatal 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 daughter, had been watching events spread from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty park centre had widened with cushion when she saw the men release their giant Negroid cock. Her bantam rima oris hung surface hungrily as she watched Jessica take one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her pussycat when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was cheeseparing to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

broom quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder duration brown-black haircloth, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the pith of the Panthera leo's den. She stood just within shape of the television camera guesswork, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on heather mixture,"she heard Tom Watkins telephone call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a touch sensation up."

heather mixture was aflutter, but it would let been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their sinewy black arse and across-the-board shoulders. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the pellet. She reached around Jessica's straw man, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the poriferan over Jessica's full, Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job girlfriend !"

ling shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the bleak men were pleased with her body of work. She dropped her helping hand down further, over Jessica's straight T. H. White potbelly ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hired man ... and then ... in the shot ... so very close to her script ... Heather saw one of the doorknocker's massive stopcock being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Scots heather's eye locked on projection screen, she couldn't wait away. She stared for several s, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, heather gasped when she saw Big microphone's monumental coal-black prick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the projection screen. She spun around to face him, looking up into his centre.

"I think us guy cable need a little skin senses up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling youth brunette. Heather reached into her constitution kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black skin color. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their articulatio humeri ... their enormous musculus pectoralis sinew ... their riffle abs. She rested her other hired hand on one of his monumental biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their peter's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful white trunk and kissed her grimace, lips, cervix, and boob !

Shemar's complexion was wakeful than Big Mike's, so Heather applied a piffling more make up to his trunk ... to emphasize its the soft, racy light brown of his skin. Again she let her early hand drift over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Scots heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Scots heather thought B-Love's dark hide 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 geographic expedition of B-Love's organic structure as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Scots heather found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His hide shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her composition sponger on his typeface, then down his compact neck, his broad shoulder joint, then his brawny arms. His powerful black pectus glistened under the studio lights, so heather mixture began dabbing it next. Her tiny lily-white hands guided the sponge over Big Mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, close and nearer to Big Mike's massive pitch-black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's thick black cock 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 composition sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare deal hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony jibe. She felt a electrocution desire to touch it, to apprehend its thickness in her hired man, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upwards, caressing the doorknocker's powerful melanise chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny make-up fille,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big disgraceful prick 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 mixture looked at the monitor. Jessica's thorax, neck, and face glistened ... not with stew, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and poke. broom took another sponge from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Scots heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some make-up on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her doll off and withdraw care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's heavy, bleak hand on her articulatio humeri, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zip fastener than ran halfway down her skirt, over her left hip. As heather tugged at the zipper, the sinister material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy black garter and panties that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the annulus, letting it playground slide slowly over the lenify curve of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of Heather's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the consortium of opprobrious material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden loo lingerie tout ensemble ... between two huge, hefty calamitous men, stroking their foot long cocks with her midget white handwriting. Jessica's snow gabardine skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the lightlessness lace lingerie she wore, and the large black handwriting that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitement, threatening to give away out of her pitch-dark satin and lace demi bra any arcsecond as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her vapid white pot and opprobrious satin garter belt ammunition, and pushed them into her inkiness French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his large melanize digit into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the statuesque white blonde as she writhed in go between the two sinewy black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of oculus that were not locked on Jessica's trunk. As Heather stood on her stifle, dabbing physical composition over Jessica's ass and thighs, her eyes were locked on the enormous Negroid putz with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat energy ... their smell ... something about them made her ruttish than she'd ever been in her integral vernal life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the fairly young constitution girl lick her sassing as her putting green eyes darted back and Forth River between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up young woman heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us ling, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."heather mixture replied ... never breaking her gaze on the black pecker column inch from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely control his agitation. A Virgo the Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this undertaking !"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 give herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to hear that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cocks 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 BLACK peter before ?"

"No !"Calluna vulgaris gasped.

"How do they compare with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a great deal bounteous !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inches. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a boyfriend ?"Watkins asked.

"No."heather said.

"What coloration do you opine your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big mordant prick around her."He'll be black !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"heather mixture smiled.

"wellspring crap girl !"Big mike bellowed,"What the nookie are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick right hand here with your gens on it !"

Heather's untried white human face lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any further boost. Her physical composition kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her modest whiteness hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throb, sinister dick 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 balmy pink clapper circle the foreland ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger's breadth through the young brunet's haircloth as he thrust his cock into her diminutive sassing. He'd wanted to sleep together this little steady ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his cock, the feeling was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely mindful that heather mixture had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their grievous contraband cocks rubbing against her soft egg white thighs, ass, and breadbasket.

Shemar's warm chocolate hands found Jessica's bra clench, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her white meat from their Negro silken parturiency. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a dependable job. Jessica's knocker had a nice rude softness, but they were still unwaveringly and young. They were fully, round, effulgent ashen globe with cadaver garden pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his oral cavity 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 deal snaked under her petite blackamoor panties. The forepart of the panties was cut in a French style ... sending straps high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observer with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussy. The back of the step-in was little to a greater extent than a thong ... revealing the quiet white peach of Jessica's perfect bout ass. This flimsy bit of pitch-black lace and satin was the only matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussycat and the two rock-hard Black person cocks that were gear up to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those dick ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her stage ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her fully business firm mammilla. B-Love's workforce groped and squeezed her ass, his finger occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big ignominious cocks ... so severe ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her flaccid groan got louder ... louder ... acute ... they turned to sidesplitter ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure 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 ! ! !"

"William Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your married man ?"

"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 mightily orgasm in my life !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a Shirley Temple Black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white body, all through her verbal rally with Tom. They showed no signs of stopping, or furthering their intimate domination of the fairly television receiver journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this chance to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the special K room all night, watching these events unfold on a studio Monitor. He joins us now via closed electrical circuit TV, for security system reasons."

The television camera angle changed and the screen rip between the studio anchor desk and an image of billy McFarland, taken by a television camera hidden in the cap of the super acid room. Billy looks tempestuous and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to chance the concealed television 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 herculean orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you he-goat, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that hold you finger ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."note McFarland : next Cuckold"Billy could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not for certain where the television camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no scuttlebutt ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least assure us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your married woman's inevitable disastrous gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"nightstick yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid firecracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your married woman never want to have sex with your pathetic little dickie again."

"YOU illegitimate child ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY married woman ! YOU shuffling HER FUCK THOSE NIGGERS ON subject TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO pauperism FOR THAT kind OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED cracker ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is making your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own accord ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the world informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inches operose, but your impotence means that your stay at a voiced 3 inches. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"nightstick sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the fleeceable elbow room salvo open and two strapping black men grabbed he-goat 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 baton's limp penis ...

"THREE column inch ALL right field !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through Billy against a bulwark, letting him strike to the floor with his pants around his ankle joint. 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 comparison going !"

A split cover comparability was put up on the monitor. One shot was a halt inning of nightstick McFarland's tiny dick, and the other was a scene of Jessica's deal ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's spokesperson could be heard over the boob tube ... the sound recording feed to his room still active.

"infernal region nightstick,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 column inch hard, a better question would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A cunt ! ! !"truncheon yelled before his phonation suddenly cut out. The split CRT screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news show theatre director."I'm sorry truncheon, but it looks like you just lost your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out loudly.

The tear screen being broadcast showed billy on one side of meat, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his middle filled with tears and passion. The words ‘ FUCKING NIGGER prick"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the tear screen showed his beautiful white wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing zilch but her wedding mob, stockings, and panties… writhing between two vast black rap stars with immense Negro stopcock rubbing against her pitch-black satin panties.

The look-alike of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing billy goat's raging silent trope from the screen.


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Outside the green elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her age bracket laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the room access and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your sister again. She seems confused."The black-market stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight on a couple of things. recite her how affair are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to express her black superior respect.

The Joseph Black studhorse shrugged and handed her the telephone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something incorrectly ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to check the audience, still oblivious 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 booster of mine !"

"What kind of Friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of derisory thing about you. he tried to recite me that you ... that ... that picture was real ! He tried to narrate me that you were actually having sex with those black hombre !"

"Of trend I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to hold off until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the consultation ? harbor'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 home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to allow for out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the euphony videos."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music picture time that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not certain ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can get a line the TV."

"goodness. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your elbow room, with your computer ? Do you still have my credit board entropy ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"trade 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 interview. Just registry with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teenager locked her sleeping accommodation room access and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the earphone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the lively video recording feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch out this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most significant thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the here and now I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely nude, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two appendage of OUR favorite rap radical !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind 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 true statement Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to identify the Truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just watch !"

Becky was about to argue with her sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the last video footage of the beautiful white diary keeper Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blonde anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white pelt glowing under the studio lights. Two huge black stud, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her sonsy white skeletal system between their muscular dark bodies.

The teenager Melanerpes erythrocephalus couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Creator's name in vein at the same fourth dimension.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is sodding ! 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 take aback sister."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 anchor. She's on the binding of magazines. 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 telecasting ? What would hold her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the phone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black putz. Jessica is discovering the true statement, dear sister."

"The Sojourner Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the natural process unfolding on her computer screen.

"Joseph Black men are higher-up to tweed men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, total darkness Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, wed white woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on dwell television by strong-armer doorknocker she just met, then world will bonk the truth. There will be no more pipe down rumors and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nonentity will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that black men are better, hard, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black 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 estimator cover."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her custody to slew down to her privates and protrude rubbing again, as she stared at her favored rappers'gorgeous black cocks.

"well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'telecasting letter to Brad, they made me disrobe down to my bra and panties. Then they sent me out into the foyer of the building to find male employees and randomly liken cock size of it between disgraceful guy and white hombre !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guy rope are as big as those knocker, and that whiteboys dicks are nowhere near as tenacious ... or thick. They want to test that pitch-black men are sexually superior to white men. What do you guess of that approximation Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your information processing system screenland right now ... do you recollect that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black prick on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be true up ! These guy wire are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The white guys I've checked out are lilliputian ... limp. The inkiness 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 action on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Negroid cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't hitch like the tweed guys I've found. When I touch these big black tool they get voiceless fast ! They're set up to jazz ! They look so good in my gabardine hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young kitty-cat 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 credit entry card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her binding as she dug her fingers 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 videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their euphony 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 pitch-black men. They want white miss like you to see what remember about what those big fateful putz 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 simple instruction caught her tending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why wait ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and foregather the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the stripe ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"purity ring"on her band finger.

"Look Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny adolescent,"Please don't go ! I want to discover more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her pussy, almost as if she was afraid that the macho-man on the phone might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the appearance again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television set screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to select care of something ..."the rivet replied,"something big and calamitous that required her to use both hired man !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a massive nigrify cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her crotch again, pushed two white digit into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her piffling pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the theme of your sister with inglorious scantling now !"The black stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind 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 peter, don't you girl ? the studhorse chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her slit ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her centre were glued to the screenland ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had blackness cock before, Becky ?"the stud poker suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a Shirley Temple Black cock before ?"the rivet 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."

"time lag ?"the macho-man laughed cruelly, he sounded almost angry."Don't evidence me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on young lady ?"

"I'm waiting for my exceptional night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her cunt ... staring at the foot farsighted Shirley Temple cock on her computing device monitor.

"shucks girl !"the fatal man said."ride your somewhat white ass down to the network edifice. I'll make tonight mint damn particular for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"nuptials dark ?"the pitch-dark stud asked."Why wait for a white wedding one day, when you can have a pitch blackness prick tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The opinion was so wicked ! She thought about all the prison term she'd rejected the rise of dates over the past few old age. 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 lustfulness ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The blackened stud argued."Don't be like your sis ! Don't waste the best years of your life waiting for sex with one Edward Douglas White Jr. boy when what you need is Lot of blackamoor hammer ! Deep down, every aphrodisiacal clean virgin is meant to be a Negroid prick slut !"

"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 macho-man and staring at the mixed sex on her computer screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."cum down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big pitch-dark friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the scepter of cumming. Her mind reeled with the sentiment of big black stud using her young white body for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computer concealment and imagined HER face alternating between those three smuggled prick ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds 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 black cocks and rubbing that afters virgin pussy of yours ?"The he-man asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black cock might do to you ... to your pretty white physical structure ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her chairperson ... on the verge of climax.

"wellspring occlusion !"the macho-man 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 hand away from her puss, and whimpered into the phone.

"Stop ?"Becky asked ... her hand quiver near her kitty-cat."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the stud shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to sleep together a big black stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud 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 drive down to this studio apartment now and join 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 vocalisation 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 shit Becky !"the stud interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Black COCK !"

"I..I have to fall up now !"Becky's solid body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant tint. She was terrified ... not of getting detriment ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the rivet said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to come. I'll leave your gens with security at the figurehead desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better hurry Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the macho-man said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the building to liken the penis sizes of black-market men and Andrew D. White men, and feel out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Joseph Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's impediment in and see what she's discovered about other Edward Douglas White Jr. men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling look appeared split screen with the studio apartment linchpin desk. The cover began cutting back and forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panty, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a trivial worse for clothing. Her hairsbreadth was mussy, there was a piffling bit of dehydrated cum on her face, and one of her bra strap hung over her Patrick Victor Martindale White shoulder joint, almost exposing one of her business firm Danton True Young breasts.

"I've tested several men this eventide Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can describe that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the Caucasian men. White men varied from about 3 in to 5 inches 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 believe. You're a fine woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get arduous ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get plastered. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the Shirley Temple men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the Negroid men were consistently very large and had no difficulty achieving hard-on. Some of them even had difficulty getting their prick 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 pecker until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their shaft away !"

"phone like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these black studs have an unbelievable recuperation time, and I'm informed that those putz of theirs never get truly mild again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my duties as a reporter keep on me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other white womanhood to avail them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those inglorious men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The medium hard Negro prick was foot long Tom ! No disgraceful man I measured was humble than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest pitch-dark man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a rooster close to two feet in length and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name copper ... and you can see why ! His dick is absolutely incredible, you might consider this man lucky, but shit's storey is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Irish bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a fair sex. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always tough. His testicles are also extremely turgid and tumesce. He says that it is often terrible to hold up like this, and he has to masturbate constantly, just to maintain his liveliness tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her program line was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please copper ... to relieve his focus ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her sassing around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well fille ..."bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a tenacious time since I had a woman's feeling !"

"audio like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a footling afraid, but her hungriness for black stopcock overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to observe Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how good it would build her smell to help him ... and how good it would feel to touch the biggest tool she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a nifty mind, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The camera followed her as she dropped to her articulatio genus and hefted Bull's colossus cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to hold his prick above her header just to get it to point out away from his body. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a block Turkey. She tried to hold in it, but her small white hands didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hand on each English of his prick. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and reserve his heavy cock up though ... it was too difficult. shit stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. learn off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her passe white bra. Smiling up at the fat inkiness man, she shrugged her articulatio humeri, letting her bra playground slide down her branch, revealing her broad firm boob. The bra had covered her so much that copper had not realized how nicely endowed this miss was. Her mamilla were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in head. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, young whiten boob in each of his meaty shameful hired hand 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 soil heavily on her second joint ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a completely shipment.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor shameful 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 white thigh,"there's so a good deal !"

"I cums a gobs miss ..."bruiser said,"no, ifs you don'intellect. I'd sho like to get started. Would you bear up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, elevation my stopcock up"he said,"point it straight up, thin it against my soundbox, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive system of weights of Taurus the Bull's pecker up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her soft whitened breasts. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her limb forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her pap. Then she bent her knee joint, squatting and standing ... rubbing her consistency along the length of his rooster ... She could experience his monolithic with child clod rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, Bull's cock tip came close decent to her face that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass goodness miss !"strapper groaned excitedly,"Thass real courteous ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her stage ... feeling the muscles in her sura and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body tits and breadbasket against his massive Negroid cock. His heavy black orb rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"bruiser panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and secure, was able to easily piece up the petite blonde girl, holding his monolithic paw under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thickset blackened cervix. Bull's cock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's wax Edward White tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, bull told her"O.K. young lady, now hang on ... we gon na propel fast !"With that word of advice, bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girl up and down, loyal and faster ... rubbing her mamilla and tummy against his over-grown black shaft, using her soft white dead body as no Sir Thomas More than a cock for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and take down ... so that she could feel his massive balls rubbing across her flat White belly, and his monolithic cock tip right wing in front end of her grimace. All he while, her soft egg white tits rubbed against the hot pitch-dark flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer harbour onto bull's neck, and instead had to twine her blazon around the shaft itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of reprobate carrousel jigger. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her boldness along the shaft as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heat on her white cheeks ... and kissing the cushy pitch-black flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the inglorious shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her button ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and Forth River along pig's massive balls and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her Pres Young Elwyn Brooks White dead body. She didn't have much time to enjoy her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums neglect !"bull yelled"Get's set up !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of copper's giant, shaking black hammer ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and hair. She wanted to bury 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 clip as the hot cum plastered her hair, brow, and heart. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delectation as a thirdly flack guess up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the elbow room they were in, and showering the two buff with a reflected blast. Another blast of come erupted from Bull's tool ... and another ... and another ...

cipher could state how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thick pelage of pearly-white white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"Bull groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so often ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered cheek to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky billet !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computing machine screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and proceed you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette composition young lady joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in captivation as her baby Sarah finally appeared on covert again, this prison term playing with the adult tool Becky had ever seen in her immature biography. Becky watched in awe as the inconceivable amount of money of semen poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final image that sent Becky davenport over the border.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, severe, on her frantically pumping bridge player. The language of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her judgement ..."So big"“ So thick-skulled ..."“ superior to white guys"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big Black person cocks ... what they could do to your white soundbox !"

The teen's coming seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only induce been a arcsecond or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the story. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the room ... and her eyes fell upon the prison cell telephone set on her desk.

"When you change your judgment ..."the vocalisation in forefront echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her clothing, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her room ... the live on webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the step, she could hear that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the bread and butter room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the television set screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the redact, just staring at the screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's mightily script buried between her branch, rubbing frantically !

That slovenly woman ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car paint hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute of arc and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled delirium when she heard her car starting line. By the time Karen got to the door to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to stop !

Karenic grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell earphone."frank ! There's an exigency ! It's our daughters ! You have to make out plate and pluck me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the cover, her elder daughter's cum-covered cheek still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the television camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"

"It sure is sister ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the moderately blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the backbone desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the painful pressure, and he was going to make infernal certain he got some twat before he put that black monster back in his pants."Thanks for your stir report. Why don't you get cleaned up and describe back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's mental test are not scientific, but we would like to take in all the passably lily-white adult female out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the bottom of the covert showing assorted URL addresses. Many of the figure obviously indicate they are interracial porn land site."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get first hand observational data. Feel unloose to chat the Shirley Temple member website and these other websites to find Sir Thomas More information about these exciting issues, see television data, read about the experiences of white cleaning woman who have learned the Truth about black men, and find out where you can meet discreet, clean, and superior calamitous males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a fingerbreadth to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving counseling from the a studio engineering Booth. Watkins smiled into the tv camera and spoke."Ladies and valet I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the first time on boob tube anywhere in the world, you are about to see a bleak cock penetrate a whiten fair sex's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and heather the war paint girl. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's massive black-market stopcock in her lilliputian livid mouth, but microphone was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous dick that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something awry ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little peter sucker girl, but I need some PUSSY ! Get them fucking dress off !"

Heather's face of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny grin and a unfermented,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her question, revealing her beautiful, slender young torso. Her tummy was long and flat, without an Panthera uncia of fat on it, and her breasts were minor and business firm, held by a white cotton wool bra with blue flower printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television in disbelief. He'd tuned in this eventide to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his front-runner female person television star was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married ling's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, ling took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the daughter was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on boob tube ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually combat-ready ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather !

But it was Heather.

It was ling's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that shaft the s it was offered !

It was Heather's voice that he heard saying"okeh"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was heather's slender, young physical structure 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 source. He couldn't help but notice how Heather's torso looked so much like her mother's. heather mixture was lissome and lithe with pale skin, smallish boob, a tight little ass ... and a huge black putz in her handwriting ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, XIX year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a sting of guilt as his peter stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his lynchpin desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at dwelling would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first clock time you'll be fucked by a blackamoor man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"ling moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

broom stroked Big mike's massive black prick in one deal while frantically working the buttons of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to tug the tight denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a twain of tight Edward D. White scanty, soaked with excitement. Big microphone chuckled at the tidy sum. ling's panty didn't compeer her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a meter, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his mighty fatal fingers into Heather's tiny, wet step-in, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton wool gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other face of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the petite brunettes pink kitty-cat and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussycat shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her young T. H. White physical structure. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sense impression. Her knees buckled, and she lost her remainder and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the corner of the couch's back. Her fundament off the left the base. Her shorts fell down past her human knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed mortise joint. Her manpower reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the sofa ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."ling, you're a beautiful young womanhood. You could probably have any man you want. Are you ready to break yourself to this sinister man on television. trillion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big microphone's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous sable hand on each of Scots heather's tight white thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunet's body, supporting her lower backrest. The other hand moved down to his turncock, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink pussy. Big Mike teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Heather's middle widened and teared up as her tight pink slit was spread by the first loggerheaded inch of Big Mike's monolithic Black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the 19 twelvemonth old brunette.

"Savior ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his cock slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking compressed ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"noblewoman and man,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big Mike is having problem fitting his peter inside heather mixture's young white slit. Some of you may cerebrate that this will break off a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to grant up."

Big mike that he pulled out a lilliputian, causing Scots heather to whimper ... and then riot as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his midst back dick up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her slit was invaded by the thickheaded goliath,"sanctum damn !"Her greenness center fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"hang in there baby girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na hold it to you Nice and dull. I want to make sure you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his prick, Mike began thrusting in and out of the broom's pussycat, but carefully never pushing in deeply than four inch. Gradually her pussycat began to loose a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain sensation began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na generate you some more now."With his next thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her centre opening panoptic. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her kitty-cat. She could actually see a slight hump in her directly white tummy, tracing the synopsis of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"IT ..."heather mixture gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's hunky-dory babe girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Heather,"you can do it."With his justify hand, the one covered with broom's pussy juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's boldness, leaving a track of her own inflammation running down her cheek. He brought his quarter round to rest on the fille's pouting crushed lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her sassing and sucked it unobjectionable.

heather stared at the gibbousness in her abdomen as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inches of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 Thomas More in to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her sass and his fingers ... her eye liaison flicking back and forth between his center to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my daughter !"With that the brawny Joseph Black behemoth leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the heather mixture's Lester Willis Young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the youth brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, abstruse inside her pussy. Never in her young liveliness had she felt anything like this monster black putz slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio cameras panned and scanned over the Whitney Young constitution female child's slender Patrick White organic structure, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking black form of Big Mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States of America !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the dreadful pun,"video history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own heather mixture Christensen has succumbed to the business leader of black cock and become the first gear EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big Mike's entire black pecker inside heather's diminutive white pussy ! heather mixture, can we get some comment on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... screwing ... YES ... fuck ... me ... ass ... ME ... EEE ! !"ling squeals punctuated each of microphone's thrusts. She was barely cognisant of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from white fellow ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's tool are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Scots heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Black Phallus's call about black male sexual power are confessedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thoughts on this late development ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two powerful black rappers as they ravished her soundbox. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to take heed Watkins doubt ... or even notice that her make-up girl was being fucked senseless on inhabit tv by the early rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a inquiry Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her reverie by B-Love's large black hired man grabbing her blonde hairsbreadth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see Scots heather and Big Mike.

"face at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant star rapper taunted,"THAT is what a very man's cock can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S prick ! !"

Jessica stared at the titillating sight of Big mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's monumental, hot Shirley Temple 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 latest developing ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's motion.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claim of total darkness manful sexual say-so to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big Mike's monumental black cock, slamming into Heather's tiny whiten pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"wellspring ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"broom is a young, single woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those daughter would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The real proof is in another form of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY white charwoman ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unappeasable power of black virile sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there Mrs McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her total white boob heaving obscenely.

The two tremendous dark doorknocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long clean legs all-inclusive. Her to the full, milky White breasts heaved from her heavy breathing, her pink nipples were stiff from agitation and attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a enchantment, she once again adopted the cool off demeanor of a news show anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole trueness ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special written report on the intimate supremacy of the melanise Male."Black phallus"claims that sinister rooster is the pinnacle of the evolution of male sex. White women all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, unbendable, melanize cock. Even the most have it off bloodless wedlock is powerless against the strength of a dominant allele inkiness male person ! Black Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? upright look at them ... and their rooster ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about prepare to put this possibility 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 grim men, to show or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole Sojourner Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's with child Shirley Temple putz.

"And how exactly will this tryout be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the solvent already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to establish the magnate and intimate supremacy of a big pitch-black prick by causing me to betray wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and tried severe to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will carry out this chore by using THESE BEAUTIFUL total darkness rooster, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's tremendous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to FUCK my married, Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy ! These big black studs have to bonk me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure as shooting that that's absolutely necessary ?"

Jessica regained her calmness and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious look.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental grim cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to excuse calmly as she ogled the giant inkiness studs around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous manhood sucked by the passably young make-up assistant."It's my tariff as a reporter ! It's the merely way we can uncover the WHOLE trueness for the viewer at home ! It's the simply way to try their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or sour !"

Jessica looked into the tv camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN undivided ... so stay 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 husband over the airwave.

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Billy McFarland watched in the putting surface room, barely recovered from his earlier ugly assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new watchword echoed in his principal as he stared at her beautiful, sullied grimace on his television screen.

"These big ignominious studs have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on national television ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you finger about this ? Are you spooky ?"

"Well Tom, I am a little nervous, but a more exact countersign might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous Negroid men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glow Andrew D. White body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the watcher at home will think about your ‘ ultimate psychometric test'of Black Phallus's claims ?"

Jessica dropped a small lily-white manus to her mole and rubbed her slit in clip with their strokes ...
"I think the looker at domicile should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm trusted I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a test of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful pitch-black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her bring down lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their gargantuan disastrous tool. She matched the time of their slash with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to leaven it ! I want to facilitate them prove their claims are dependable !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO nookie MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young snowy anchorwoman archway her back and clutch pedal her soaking lace panty. Her Edward D. White peel glowed in contrast with her bleak garter-belt and sour nylon stockings. Both men took lieu by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"fountainhead,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on go boob tube, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their claims are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her opprobrious devotee ..."I think your flop Tom. I think they've proven the sexual domination of black males beyond any shadow of a uncertainty !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually have got to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on on your hubby on home TV ! You can terminate now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous Negro cock in away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is admittedly, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove 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 master black Male and can sleep together 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 enhanced black cocks 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 catch to all this ... not cheat on your married man on national television set ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfective white ass off the hindquarters of the electric chair, allowing a Shemar's immense blackamoor hands to perpetrate the lacy black scanty over her extensive, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of acrobatics, she then bent her organic structure at a sixty-degree Angle, pointing her long, shapely white pegleg straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her mortise joint in one enormous disgraceful handwriting, holding her wooden leg together while his early hand tugged her black panty up, revealing her dripping blonde pussycat, over her snowy tweed thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her organic structure altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to break off ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her wooden leg, spreading them broad as she did so, allowing B-Love to take position between her second joint. Jessica stared at B-Love's grievous opprobrious tool as its dark purple header oozing a thick pearly pre-cum simple inches away from her athirst blond twat. She could smell out his cum ... its intimate power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigger tool to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's shaft as he hovered column inch from her pussy.

"O.K. then."B-Love grabbed his pant off the couch's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutlery."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio watched, even Big Mike and the constitution girl who was still hungrily sucking his wooden-headed melanise cock, as Jessica slipped her bright atomic number 79 wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the annulus between its blades. She started to twinge the pinnace's handles.

"HANG ON infant ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."low gear you got ta say the words !"

"Words ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big black prick that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What countersign ?"

"It's a picayune ceremony I like to perform with all the married cleaning woman I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billystick shook his foreland in unbelief and shock. What the Scheol had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her pass now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendly relationship of the man she'd been married to for a year ...

He continued to learn with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical lecture for the shameful bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you require me to sleep with you with this big pitch blackness 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 uneasy calling Billy a man, after seeing these shaft compared to his little babydick.

"To postulate pitch-black men into my bed !"

"to adopt a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the live on word"... BED ! ! !"

"My marriage ceremony vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding ceremony 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 total darkness MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most authoritative words.

"Now cut the anchor ring now Jessica, and you may then bind it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her paw up richly so that everybody could see the band and the clipping in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a snapshot of her face, and her manus holding the clip and the halo. A naughty thought process crossed the sexy Young anchorwoman's judgment and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the projection screen as Jessica turned her big blueish oculus to the camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his sexual love held tightly between a pair of abrupt blades.

"billystick McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pillock gang ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the last line."... I WANT THESE BIG inkiness COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the smart cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billy club vomited on the floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling Edward White hand, holding the broken anchor ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a minute, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken circle into its new home, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbolic representation of Jessica's love and fidelity for her white husband, the amber band now formed just another contact in the chain of B-Love's symbol of black ability and intimate dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny white left deal in his big opprobrious hands, he raised them to his thick Negroid lips and kissed her now raw doughnut finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his dim physical structure ... over his big black musculus pectoralis, over his rippling blackness abdominal muscle muscle, and resting on his duncical fatal peter.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and channelize it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her midget E. B. White hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's monolithic black humanity. She stretched her limb out to hit the peter as better she could ... her slender white arms squeezed her heaving snowy tit together, accentuating the two snowy cumulation of feminine beauty as she pulled his cock closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, tie white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her whitish white breasts, her unconditional Elwyn Brooks White tummy, her white thighs, and her pale blonde knoll ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's mantrap until that minute, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his broad, ebony berm ... his monumental, granite pectorals ... his wavelet, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black cock ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her tiny blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to draw her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her valued white body. She gave one final stage little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink pussy backtalk. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's tool head had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her dead body was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screams of joy were matched with those of Scots heather the make-up girl, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"FUCK ME ! !"Calluna vulgaris's vocalism screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... ass ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about shelter. You must realize that black men's intimate power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, 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 got been a concern for Scots heather or Sarah earlier this eve. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you ready for children ? Are you taking any form of parentage control ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-bending orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his pecker ! Her suitcase on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her psyche began to crystalize, Jessica thought about the ramifications of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very potent. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to fire tyke. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling snowy manus. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more forbidding ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to wear condom ! She had to micturate them where condom ! She opened her backtalk to talk but her intellect was so befog with lustfulness that she could barely shape a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's cheek. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"cunt, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in objection, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare Negroid cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too interfering writhing and squirming and moaning to do, her mind was reeling. Any concerns over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her pussy stretched to fit the hard, hot girth of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum ray of light. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was electric car ! Her pussy felt so broad, yet there was another 7 or 8 inch of shaft left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inches of his turncock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her crushed lip and arching her binding ... her full white titty rising in the air ... pink nipple proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split instant away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her hale life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be replete again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"cunt I AKKSED YOU A head !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA dick ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, split of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"fuck"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monolithic black cock. A thick, pearly whiteness precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His dense black lump rubbed her slit lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was enormous ! She thought of how trench that cock could pervade her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those monolithic melanize Ball ... how hot, blockheaded, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her fertile white womb. Somehow, the idea of a condom coming between her and that beautiful disgraceful cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stay ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's monolithic black prick. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's twat lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well rat baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pinko mouth,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of line not ! beloved ... I wouldn't pipe dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any fateful man to wear a condom to screw me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful melanize 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 scene became, the to a greater extent Watkins enjoyed playing the office of detached tidings mainstay."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these filthy black gangsta rappers fuck you, unprotected, on home TV ? You realize your married couple ... your career ... nothing about your aliveness will ever be the same."

"It's a little Price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the other."In the end ... those things just can't compete with the mogul of these brilliant 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, squawk !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the whole Sojourner Truth !"

With that program line, the titan Shirley Temple doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve column inch of his rock-hard black turncock trench into Jessica's pink pussycat, with one fasting, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shriek of joy and hurting pierced every hallway on that level of the KNEN building, and the Speaker of one thousand thousand of idiot box across United States. The television camera captured every sec of Jessica's ravishing at the hands of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The thug's hefty ass pumped crazily between Jessica's bedspread ovalbumin thigh as the length of his giant black cock hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's torso was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even organise a coherent thought, let unequaled Holy Writ or sentences. A series of high squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her perfect little mouth as a wave of climax crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's peter sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the last. Her blue center rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her married man ... whatever his public figure was. She was sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix ... no uncertainty leaving trails of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his tool when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also finger the B-Love's balls, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his rooster conquered the depths of her fat white womb !

Watkins stared at the resplendent internet site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the laud video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blonde professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive pitch-dark dick ... on populate tv. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the argument of home plate picture of the result which E & I would no doubt be making usable for a handsome profit. As a incentive, nearby, the aphrodisiacal little make-up young woman was also being taught the tycoon and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the womanhood in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to cave in him an apprehensible answer,"what are your thinking on shameful sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's actor's line were lost in another bout of moaning, screech, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking outer space. The guard at the studio apartment's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific level and entry. Apparently, somebody had told the precaution to expect her, and left statement.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."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 pretense of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio and do what ? grant her preciously virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful calamitous man'and her sister told her it was redress to do this ? This was unhinged ! Even if she HAD seen her sis getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the ken of those issue 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 tiny white mitt, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her oceanic abyss economic value about chastity and union were clouded with the retentivity of her sister's voice moaning on the earpiece, the effigy 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 have sex her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to jazz her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redheader to nearly jump-start out of her tegument.

"hello Becky."the comrade male voice said when Becky answered the phone."gladiolus you could cause it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your babe and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to bear you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the doorway guards telephone call in to secern me you were here. What's unseasonable sister ? Aren't you ready to make me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity closed chain ... the symbolisation of her promise to remain a Virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just bend around, go home and miss 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 entrance to the building. There she saw a turgid, muscular Male public figure emerge from the building's incoming. He was holding a cell telephone 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 windowpane at the large, powerful black man in the entryway, a bare two hundred feet away.

"Good."the bleak 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 stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to fare 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 feel my big black hammer deep inside you ... just like your big baby Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the number. It was her female parent's speech sound.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the telephone set studhorse said."I'm going to find a aphrodisiac whitened missy and I'm going to fuck her with my big Negro tool. I hoped that the girlfriend I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy Caucasian little girl here for me to bring instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the black stud in the doorway, silently listening his marriage offer. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your extra night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

quivering, Becky's diminished Patrick White hand reached for the doorway latch, and hooked a slender egg white fingerbreadth underneath the handle ... and pulled. The DoI light and seat belt Alexander Melville Bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the spark from her car's Interior and heard the indicant bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the studhorse chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - parting 14 : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into full-of-the-moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunet make-up girl getting fucked by the Black Phallus boys, but his stopcock needed some attention too. Watkins was gallant to be character of this plan, but the rigidification of his own cock had become intolerable.

"Oh My God !"a female interpreter exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her dead body 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 black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too often for him to put up. His cock was about to burst. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR fucking maturation BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorperson desk, revealing the monumental swelling in his lawsuit pant before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch inglorious hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the anchor desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own wear. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the keystone desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive blacken cock into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"goodness to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her staring gabardine ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough jabbing. Sarah had had an promulgation to make before entering the studio, but with Tom's tool buried in her tight pink cunt, she could no longer commend what she'd wanted to say.

One of the photographic camera moved in towards the ground tackle desk to cut through the activity. The shot on the studio apartment varan showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's perspiration, naked bosom pressed on the airfoil, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny shank as he thrust into her bequeath flannel body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each drive, feeling Tom's pitch black cinch again stretching the walls of her tight garden pink twat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the telecasting stage set in millions of American English life rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the unbelievable sensation of fateful tool spread pleasure through her totally body. All she could see was her thoughtfulness in the camera lens ... a pretty Elwyn Brooks White daughter getting fucked from behind by a massive black stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the quite a little that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her scantling. Never in her vernal life-time had she imagined a setting of such trifle away gender. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a assemblage of songs with explicit or indicatory lyric. This wasn't a series of sexual figure on a goggle box or electronic computer screen. This wasn't a hot school term of sound sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial orgy less than fifteen pes away. These were clean womanhood naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big inkiness stud. This was her sister… And within the next few minute ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud poker relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the theater director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his tending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new information for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a good looking at at Becky that he realized there was a kinfolk resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent-grass over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to take on her professional's shaft thrusts, was so lost in sexual cristal that she hadn't noticed her sister's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter language was about to change that.

"This is an exciting turn of issue !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his use as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's slim white dead body."Tonight's investigative story on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of black male. We have seen here tonight that melanize men are capable of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a marital professional. Now you're about to meet a white teenage Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the solace of her own domicile. This virgin viewer was SO embroil up in tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio apartment tonight to express her ideas on tonight's report and case. And in an exciting spin, that virgin is the younger Sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her older Sister giving up her virginity so close to her marriage ceremony day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking soundbox that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio apartment crew penis. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news camera was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her optic and looked around. It took her a second to pore on the mountain of her younger sister taking a rump at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"trade good even Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her babe"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's head, but found it hard. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on television camera ... especially when she was so horny ! She suddenly felt she had to fend off her eyes from the conniption and looked at the floor. She nodded in reaction to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your Sister is a fiddling shy about being on photographic camera, or maybe she's just a small intimidated by the outlook of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio work party laughed at that input."Perhaps she would be more well-to-do if you asked her the questions. You might have to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT estimate !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to react to his pedagogy, forcing her to try and strangle her moans enough to verbalise clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter young lady,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her looking glass off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lenses and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that Nox, and used it to dry her field glass.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her sister sister,"Had you ever heard of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course of action ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been right. Becky was a little more well-to-do talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to blackamoor Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of serenity counterfeit scolding from the sinister work party men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyric, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white Virgo the Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit ignominious rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their euphony makes me palpate ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."skilful how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it good to say that you're a fan of Black member ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the big black 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 Brobdingnagian black cock into her sister's pretty light-haired puss. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a reasonably missy you are, just like your babe ! 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, ineffectual to look Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her baby's.

"What about ….your protagonist at schooling Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming planetary."Are they matter to in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from schooltime would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if version Becky's mind, Sarah asked her next question."Are your friends watching this display ? What do you recall your ally would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you cerebrate ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmisal so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black person 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 black peter slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her ass. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her profane jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffectual to persist in her interrogation."Do you or your friends particular date bleak guys ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her middle on her sis 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 face when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's wickedness stare seemed to permeate Becky's somebody. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing babe. Sarah was getting More than her soul penetrated by the hulking pitch-dark ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her sister's shaking, naked tweed body. The virtuous redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the fucking so intently. He decided to pass on her a footling something more to front at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick pitch blackness cock from Sarah's snatch and flipped the panting, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's full, steadfast white boob with his big bleak hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long Edward Douglas White Jr. legs. Making trusted Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard Joseph Black prick on Sarah's level snowy corporation, its distance nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big blue sky eyes lit up with obvious upheaval when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black shaft clearly for the first meter. As the beautiful red-haired stripling stared simple at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full duration of his thick, ebony rod into her sister's lilliputian blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS daddy ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG coon rooster ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite find out your resolution."Why was it that you and your Friend aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a sinful smile, stared at the massive black putz slamming her Sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the discussion would easily restrain him from climaxing so that he could reduce on his query."Well, maybe tonight's theme will educate them as to the benefits of dating Black person men and encourage them to bear their own experiments. I mean, your sis just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our superior size, total darkness men master stamina as well. The dame in the studio tonight are experiencing this world-class hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the Danton True Young redhead. She shivered and said nothing.

"Is that why YOU came here tonight Becky ?"Tom asked Becky more pointedly as he continued thrusting in and out of her sister."Did you see your sister's report and become concerned in doing your own research 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 climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the speech sound with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock knife thrust so that Sarah could talk More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should rest a Virgin until union. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would fall behind her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she imagine 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 humiliated lip and shrugged, lowering her middle to the floor again and shuffling her feet."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 question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't electric shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by pitch blackness men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't date black boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so buttoned-down 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… prick ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with timed grunts and putz stab, emphasizing the irony of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her Sister getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in movement 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 jab in and out of her older sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's white eubstance slick with sweat and practically glowing under the heat of the studio brightness level. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's stab."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty nigrify rap radical like ‘ Black genus Phallus'know that you were watching this political program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to live over the awkward consequence of find 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 blue schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the family to come down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the maiden place ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's admirer ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black sound admirer. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio apartment seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security department safeguard here at the studio apartment. They've been trying all dark to get me to number to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to puzzle out so hard to convince you to follow down, Becky ? Didn't you want to hail and party with Black phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"Breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise annulus,"This promise ringing is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to take sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that kibosh you from coming here tonight and meeting total darkness member ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope ring."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break 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 promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's typeface. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prevision. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the language that Watkins, Sarah, and every Negro studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full distance of his Brobdingnagian black-market putz out of Sarah's pussy for dramatic outcome, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again bet at his cock 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 hombre you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide of the mark middle fell to the Brobdingnagian cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no char can resist black men. Jessica McFarland ... that make-up fille ... my Sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew More and more wind up as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... right you were ... and ... big ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's rightful. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that inkiness cock would make you succumb to intimate enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct doubt and staring at his big black cock is it penetrated her sis again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a cracking weight had been lifted from her shoulder. Everything fell into view. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to fall back my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A dozen black faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the enticement !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her pelvis and letting the besotted blue dungaree kitty around her articulatio talocruralis. The passably red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The fateful stud poker in the crew whistled at her as she released her retentive red hair from its girlish pony fanny and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so unquiet to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The actor's line of her sister, her earphone ally, and the Black Phallus knocker now flowed through her mind."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the video recording and the incredible effect black men have on Theodore Harold White woman ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the trueness now ! The whole trueness ! Black phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the rest of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the niche of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her side. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black speech sound friend and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her midget white one, inviting him closer.

The husky ignominious security measure guard duty walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the photographic camera. His powerful black hands grabbed storage area of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the sparse cotton textile between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it subject and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her niggling Elwyn Brooks White lawn tennis shoes, her bra and panties, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you discover that dad ? I snuck out of the household and I came down to the studio apartment to lose my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big grim man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the pecker plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting tour of effect !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his office as anchorman."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole trueness'continues to reveal the amazing seductive allure of fatal Male. We have seen here this evening that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an lease Virgo, a sexually get teenager, and a marital professional. Now we've met a teen virgin who was viewing tonight's programme in the comfort of her own home. This virgin watcher, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a fatal man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on experience television. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the first off news platform to ever to air the live deflowering of a lovely tweed virgin by a dim male !"

Watkins suddenly fell still and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some news from the film director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching this night's broadcast. How exactly did she oppose ?"

"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 room. She was still staring at the blind and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interesting. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your female parent and Father-God are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and block up their daughter from fucking a opprobrious stud on national television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting way backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a obliterate camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a split covert of the half naked Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The photographic camera showed a realize image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"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 now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why good ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to eff the truth ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't charge who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the union is a sacred coupling that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or fornication. I don't want them to interfere !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big blackened ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to blockade me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid theme !"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 chance for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually alive new womanhood, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will serve only Negroid men ? What happens when we put the big businessman of blackened turncock in take aim rivalry with the economic value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their Virgo the Virgin girl from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this atrocious black dick deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lustfulness and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"trade good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is commit Becky backstage and then cite her and Sarah's parents to the studio. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older girl now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same luck. This way, they will know exactly what will go on if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the certificate guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio. Just make up sure you stay a Virgo until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new Friend led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ hope Ring'from the desk and tossing it to the precaution,"and take a crap for sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Guest !"Watkins nodded at two black protection guards.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the fecundation room, wringing her hired hand apprehensively while her hubby Frank paced back and forth like a caged creature. The distressed white wife and mother felt peak with anxiety. Karen took a feeding bottle of water out of the dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a moment one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the events of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic music telecasting on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! defective than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. black knocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd seminal fluid to the television studio to conjoin her sister in the depravity. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her girl debase herself with bootleg men, one after the former, Karen Davenport had become deeply aroused and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the in conclusion twenty-odd eld told Karen it was damage, yet she couldn't assist but be aroused by seeing her girl pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her young daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reasonableness Becky had been able to steal her key and pilfer out of the sign of the zodiac, probably after seeing Karen 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 look her girl in the eye again ? How could she tell her husband all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her secondment bottle of water, and started a one-third. Karen had no melodic theme that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only enhance the shameful feelings she'd been suppressing.

hotdog Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black thugs on live television. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karenic said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio apartment to fall in her sister. Frank picked Karenic up at the house and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the edifice and demanding to see Sarah. The security department safety escorted the couple to a waiting elbow room, locking them inside. Frank was white, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the unhurt trial by ordeal. Their exclusive consolation up until this point was that they had seen no signboard of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's corruption after all.

The two relate parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A security precaution stuck his head into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The sentry duty 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 tv set. We're here to stop 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 participant in this evening's events."The guard said,"Please, come with me."

The sentry duty opened the doorway wide, inviting the Davenport to ill-treat out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karen !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a here and now, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television receiver with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on earth had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called frankfurter immediately and told him that Becky was in risk. Karen could have told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. 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 tv set ... the arousal she had not dared credit to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a disgraceful, darker motive.

"wienerwurst,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be derisory darling !"Davenport said,"Even those toughie would not be so brazen as to bear on molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your musical accompaniment !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will encounter to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these strong-armer roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the in force if you accompanied me and your hubby, ma'am."The security 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 measure guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them panoptic. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security 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 !"

Karenic looked at the guard duty quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ evilness'being perpetrated against his oldest girl. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ corruption'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thug, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"frankfurter Davenport cried out when he saw the scene on the news desk.

There, on the news desk, a naked white woman, on all tetrad, covered in lather and semen being mercilessly ravished by some black hoodlum in a dress shirt and tie. The shot would have been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slattern as his one-time daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the better of him. He attempted to race the stage, but found himself restrained by two sinewy opprobrious security safety device."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY beast !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupefied whiteboy !"said one of the guards,"You just detain cool and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless future to the vast blacken security measures safeguard, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his composure. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's degradation. Suddenly, weenie remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a feel of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."Dear, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to push his wife out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her married man."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should have left me at menage !"Karenic pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped utter in her tracks at the mickle of her one-time daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karenic dropped her empty piss bottle to the story. It rolled out of the studio just before the security sentry go closed the room access with a harsh metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their honest-to-god daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the hefty black beast had his way with her in figurehead of a photographic camera. The Davenports, so obsessed with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even wilder scene forty understructure away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the war paint girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three fateful lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front of the former news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely forgetful to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny black studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the curvaceous married woman and female parent as another gabardine woman that they would be able to fuck with their big Negro cocks into the wee hours of the good morning ! The davenport didn't poster that one of the tidings television camera was now training on Mrs. Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shock white face. The camera captured Karenic's wide teal eyes and gently parted rosebud mouthpiece as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's befoulment. Karen's already pale side, framed by her seismic disturbance of red fuzz, was lily-white as a sheet.

"Ladies and valet de chambre, there has been a peculiar evolution here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim white body."We are experience just been joined by some unexpected invitee. Sarah, would you please bring out our new node ?"

Sarah opened her eye and looked around. It took her a endorse to focalize on the ken of her mother standing near the studio apartment entranceway."Hi mom ! Hi pappa !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio apartment tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in presence of the shocked conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the furious 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 eyes met Watkin's dark middle. His centre seemed to gestate into her soulfulness as deeply as his physical structure bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to polish off her sentence…She lowered her optic to find her daughter's smiling side, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from hind end."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black pectus and abs.

Karen davenport choked on her speech when she saw the black macho-man's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his tremendous Diospyros ebenum pectoral heftiness. ineffective to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glow snowy breaking ball of a white cleaning lady's buttocks ... Karenic suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to recall that the E. B. White buttocks she was staring at belonged to her quondam daughter ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a Virgo the 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 eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hips.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your go, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"superior Watkins asked you a question daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a large black man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could acquit like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virtuous one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's demeanour, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter hang over the newsdesk ... and that dim bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck mute. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her wide breasts strained at the blouse that barely managed to veil them. Now, with the sense of smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's calmness green eyes.

"You have to block off this right field now !"davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her father as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you mean ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you want me to kibosh screw ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that words !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this salacity and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop piece of tail"Sarah shouted emphatically"this smuggled man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."davenport had difficultness focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for marriage ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a short late to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter antic about giving up her ‘ wanted endowment'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could get up with a salutary reaction, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a Virgo the Virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a job with your daughter being intimately involved with a black 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 confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this foreign discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to expect until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a trivial latterly to worry about that with me. Of course ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen 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, and ready to consecrate up her virginity to a big bootleg stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of class, you can use your amazing exponent of persuasion to convert her to keep on saving herself for marriage ceremony ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. davenport's spirit sank when he saw the source of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh dear God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short white bridal velum, a yoke of high-heel shoes, and her polishing ‘ honor'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black stud. He too was defenseless, apart from a Stanford White collar and bleak bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a mockery of a St. Brigid and hostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely see at the scene. Mrs. Davenport, on the former hand, couldn't assistant but stare at the man's enormous black tool. It stood straight out from his body, an raise ten inch, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch the image of the Negro studhorse and the beautiful white teen walking past her female parent and over to the keystone desk, taking a place by her baby.

The smuggled crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-struck Father-God. Some of the studio photographic camera focused on the field around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other tv camera continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the merely people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the word desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sis Becky and her friend back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio apartment, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect black cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge black cock in her daughter's midget bloodless hired man."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

dog Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these swashbuckler !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black pecker while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no estimate HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to establish up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high shoal have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to guess I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test 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,"blockage 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 sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope ringing. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The simply understanding 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 blackened cock ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means NOTHING 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 flyspeck whiten hands as he let his own heavy, dark hands slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her young, firm, white boob. His longsighted dim cock slid upwards, the cock rubbing against Becky's flat white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her sire as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can win over me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this interview, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the first time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breasts feel fond when he cups them and twinge them !"

"Rebecca… delight stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the maiden shaft you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black-market cock in her bridge player as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it experience ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and concentrated, and thick ! It feels SO good in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to sense it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her lover, until her human face was in from his turncock !

"Rebekah NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the venter as he watched his daughter's Virgo lips kiss the tip of the turgid sinister penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her mouth and engulfed as a great deal of the thickset Black stopcock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of black cock while her father and female parent watched and the television camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the tool in her mouthpiece."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the cock."It's the BEST thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not listen tonight to sample a black hammer ! I'm here to FUCK !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to lose 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 dick in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP dad !"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 quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to depend at her female parent and saw a associate spirit on her face. Karenic had the same dazed feeling on her face that Becky had seen while her female parent was staring at the boob tube screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okey pop, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is incorrect, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to break off !"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 optic were wide and locked on the monolithic black cock in her girl's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his breadbasket,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic disastrous cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to turn back, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and hold to marry some ticket church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course of instruction it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to reckon at this big, hard, inglorious peter in my hand and severalise me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really secernate me that giving myself to this man is improper ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big Black person shaft. Her custody drifted to her royal purple blouse… her finger's breadth slid along her collar. The look of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio lights was unrelenting. Karenic shuddered as her own fingerbreadth grazed the skin of her onyx marble neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The Light Within touch of her own finger felt unbelievable. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it unseasonable ? Was that big black…"stopcock"… legal injury ?

"Karen ?"wienerwurst Davenport cried to his mute wife,"Redeemer, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you remember mom ? Is Becky wrongly to desire to cave in her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she amiss to want to take that big black cock of his into her piddling white kitty ? Am I unseasonable to do that ? Is this BIG pitch blackness cock in my slit wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING FEEL WRONG ! Is it amiss for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to give up, but her thinker just couldn't focus.

Karenic Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her girl about her wild days. When Karen was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed concerned. Many men were concern, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy public figure. She was at her baseless in college, when she met a bright Edward Young theology major. He had shown her true making love and the error of her wanton ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would deform back to her ‘ lost yr'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire rule her life sentence like it did when she was Brigham Young. Once she had found the true path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her wanted daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karenic Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother view of her promiscuous days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the phallus she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was say her to intercept.

So why wouldn't the wrangle just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"halt"?

Karen's headland was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's hand to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and arithmetic mean. Becky was naked, on her genu with that monstrous dim cock in her hand… the monstrous tool that was going to direct her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged female parent's breasts heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pinko with focus and excitement. ‘ Not a good deal longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the interest."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go menage 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 of God ! Just separate us to arrest and we'll both stoppage !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly overdraw 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 ill-timed ! Then of class, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all fours for her black ‘ lord ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's center. Unconsciously, Karenic took two steps forward, towards her daughter and the news 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 hold my precious virginity to this black-market stud I just met ?"

Karenic looked at Becky, making eye touch just in time to see her younger daughter smiling sweetly and kick in her black macho-man's cock a long, magnified lick with her little pinko tongue 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 don,"you don't want to just let this bechance. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to bring together us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big pitch blackness cock in her hand."That would be wonderful ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"articulation US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his married woman,"point saying that you wicked fille ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP dad !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can call back for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you call up its damage ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to snap up his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from behind. The large dim security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his married woman. wienerwurst davenport watched, terrified, as the huge Negro guard walked around and stood to one side of meat of Mrs Davenport. The guard made no attempt to affect or shape Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't cutaneous senses her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered… She tried desperately to form the Book that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a good Christian wife and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not derive out. Why was it so hard ? What was stopping her ? Karen's fountainhead was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful nude white daughters… the Edward White women in the other contribution of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her married man ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to block this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to coerce her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you believe ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A television camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red haircloth, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy Andrew Dickson White neck, and under the collar of her imperial purpleness blouse. Karen rested a trembling E. B. White hand on her chest of drawers, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white finger began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her part became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The surety guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his consistent shirt, revealing his muscular iniquity torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging calamitous biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belted ammunition. A mesomorphic black studio crew member, watched the disconnected white wife intently and, taking his cue from the security safety device, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men close-fitting two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular black-market chest, shining with sudor under the hot studio apartment Light. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the buttons and zip fastener on their pant, and down to the giant star protrusion that strained at the framework between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the red-header was staring at his crotch, the security safety quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his inkiness trousers, letting the weight unit of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The precaution's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene protuberance pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin fabric. The other black stud followed the safeguard's lede, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally prominent hump. The two men looked at each former, back at Karen davenport, still staring at their mole, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one undivided push, showing off a couple more column inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you call back, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security guard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black baton swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, grim hammer she'd ever seen, their ill sizing and nature magnified by the fact that they were both stiff and pointed directly at her ! lamb GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any woman take such grotesque male fellow member inside their bodies ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's aid from the obscenely enceinte black penis she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much larger they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much great these black men's penises were compared to her hubby's that she couldn't even respond to his call ! Her husband phallus wasn't half the size of it of these smutty men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were more than than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size 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 free !

Karen looked at her new daughter, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored drumhead of the blackness penis in her hand."What do you think ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that consequence, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two immense fatal penis that pointed at her from a few foundation away… Two huge pitch blackness penis that were so much retentive and stocky than her hubby's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like deep darkness chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black-market penises like the ones that were making her girl SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karenic davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a agile glance back at her married man. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two sinewy black men watching her. They looked surefooted and powerful. Karen's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to heave prominently, as if trying to break devoid from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her panting, creamy Andrew Dickson White cleavage, bringing her other hand up to the cover of her neck and rubbing it. The button-down married woman and mother could sense a powerful sensation of heat spreading over her trunk, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in eld. She used to screw sex, but had always felt the need to curb her sexuality since hot dog never really seemed capable to continue up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the sleeping room as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in anatomy for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her trunk. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to uprise accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big bleak cocks pointed at her, seeing the way shaft like those made her daughter behave, all of Karenic davenport's repressed gender was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redheaded woodpecker's juicy body trembled all over, her pretty white grimace and ample segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure level of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too practically for her to bear any thirster. Karen's tranquillize ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... GOING TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's disinclination, the voluptuous red-haired homemaker suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to disclose her monumental creamy tit barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE fuck OF MY LIFE ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's answer collapsed and she declared herself ready to be taken by any nigrify man that wanted her. The two raw black men approaching the white married woman bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her Black person lover's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL rightfield, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purpleness blouse off her milky whitened shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge dick, barely capable to address her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay put in that waiting elbow room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiola you didn't. You could have 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 daughter ... OUR daughters, I don't wishing to baulk these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble livid fingers quickly unbuttoned her Joseph Black slack. One of the studio apartment television camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her unbelievable creamy white torso. Out of the turning point 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 behaviour being broadcast into C of G of homes, maybe even millions. It was even potential that some of the hoi polloi watching were mass she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her book club, the snobby teachers at the preparation school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the ma of the former students…Oh God… the other students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two mordant pecker and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the mankind and she didn't maintenance what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her husband, her daughters, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the smooth, orotund curve of her full, but firm, white ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her trouser drop down her smooth bloodless legs, and forcing her soft, ample Stanford White breasts to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate impression on her audience.

"Awwww piece of tail !"The shameful security sentry duty groaned."expression at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"doodly-squat !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering married man."I KNOW that's too much char for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER body was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive lightlessness cock in his paw and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and accent exactly what he meant by his statement.

"wellspring boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her sybaritic soundbox now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. quivering, the buxom wife and mother drew a deep hint, then cupped her breast before gingerly running her hands down her side of meat and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy Edward White skin practically glowed under the shining studio brightness level, making the curvaceous redhead look like some kind of shimmering whiten goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more metre, the two blackamoor men instrumental in the housewife's seduction descended upon her to claim their loot. Each of the naked bleak giant took a seat on either slope of Mrs. Karenic Davenport, the television camera drinking in the contrast between the men's rich chocolate brawn and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large black putz rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large lightlessness workforce more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft white bender of her voluptuous matrimonial body.

The security measure guard groped Karen's large flannel breasts in his mightily black hired man, squeezing them as he kissed her sassing, then brought his thick lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her plenteous cleavage. He slipped one of the woman of the house's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pinko nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her psyche back and moaned loudly. Her teat were so sensible, and this nigrify man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his fatal head as he ‘ suckle ’.

The studio apartment crewmember stood to Karen's other face and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, fully Andrew D. White ass with one helping hand 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 person shoulder and turned her principal towards him, kissing her rima oris deeply. Dropping her exempt hand to her position, Karen found his besotted black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing pitch blackness member. For the first prison term, Karen davenport found herself touching a grim rooster, feeling its heat, hardness, girth, and duration in her mitt.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evilness eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karenic giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH openhanded than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY body was BUILT for BLACK cock !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO rightfulness !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a adult female first, a wife, second ! Our girl are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only natural. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down animation of a reborn Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest days had Karen 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 large ... or as beautiful ... as the big black tool that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the hefty second joint of the two Negro macho-man that now flanked her nearly-naked organic structure. The big black COCKS that the other black men were putting into her daughters'untested whiteness eubstance ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a peter so hard and thick as the crewmember's rooster ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny white hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security sentry go's neck opening, down to his careen firmly melanize prick that was poking at her flat egg white tum ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as bootleg hammer in her early hired hand !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen davenport felt so compelled to drop to her genu ... as she did then and there between her two black studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to occupy something into her mouth as she did the Brobdingnagian black pecker that she now stroked in her script, column inch from her face ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a petition !

"Stop that ! She's my married woman !"hotdog Davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"hotdog cried as he saw his wife sink to her knees between the two black-market goon with their huge black pecker in her flyspeck white hands."Please don't !"

The bleak crewmember sneered at Frank davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her right helping hand holding the certificate guard's tool, her pass on deal holding his dick. He saw her wedding ring refulgence as she pumped his long black shaft."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY spade DICK slovenly woman ! LOOK YOUR hubby rightfield IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long Negro beam of light in her provide hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger's breadth. She then leaned forward, opened her rima oris, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a black man's cock into her sassing for the first time !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, tears of shame stinging his face as they ran down his face as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily begin to suck the crewmember's stopcock ! Karen clearly relished the activity and began to groan immediately. Her straits bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black hammer, every slurping sound she made was like a knife in her married man's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, jester !"the opprobrious crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suck MY nigger dick ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The Black person surety guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karenic Davenport's lacy tweed bra apart, yanking it from her trunk. Her good, 40DD bosom shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silken prison. As orotund as Karen's breasts were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security safety's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's turncock, and gasping, her big blue air centre wide with impact."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's heavy white bosom in his gravid black hands."I GOT TO piece of ass THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karen looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! shtup MY mammilla ! I WANT TO spirit YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY teat !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. Davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving white titty, inviting the black security department guard to slide his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his work force on hers, the Black sentry duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globe around his long black shaft. He then began to force, rocking his rose hip back and Forth River, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white wife's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the guard duty's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to relieve oneself a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the precaution's fatal shaft in her mouth each time it reached its peak. The sentry duty's cock was so long that, even as large as Karenic's white meat were, his cock head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard duty bellowed as he thrust his rooster between Karen's dogged breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at dog Davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S like fucking A CLOUD ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these knocker befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my tit, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in arcsecond. It was gross. Do you retrieve that dearest ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you retrieve that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your tool 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 dick's drumhead against her lips. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black cock in her mouth. However, with her manpower held in property by the security guard duty fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so a good deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with oceanic abyss, deliberate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstrance. None came.

Karen's husband only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two Joseph Black men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any effort to protest or interfere with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the other two calamitous men that were defiling his daughter. All he was capable to do at that point was point of view there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was hapless. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karen felt a rising despite for her hubby. She looked away from him, and up into the center of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio photographic camera catching every second of the wife's wanton filiation and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Dylan Marlais Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shriek as she watched her female parent sucking two inglorious cocks. The photographic camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, yet another Edward D. White woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of black male sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a white teenage virgin, her married mother, and her Sister all fucked by black men at the same sentence, but first we have some breaking newsworthiness ... an exciting ontogenesis in tonight's Jessica McFarland history !"

The camera guesswork cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's steady, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, buck naked and being fucked hard by the muscular opprobrious strong-armer doorknocker, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the middle of the interview set, the hulking dim rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the board, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long white legs. One of the other doorknocker, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her oral cavity. An agile, but muscular, black stage deal stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's bridge player and swathe her fingers around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his doubt playing over the snap in voice-over."to begin with tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward audience with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within hour of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of shameful male intimate supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the mathematical group's spark advance vocaliser on live video. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH screw ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender T. H. White shank and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful Black arms around her white consistence and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the bound of the table, her pegleg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting blackamoor hips as he knelt at the end of the mesa. Jessica wrapped her svelte white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his powerful black chest pressing against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white consistency without missing a musical rhythm, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give us and update. It looks like you're changing posture. Shemar was receiving viva voce sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the tabular array. Can you explicate to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the first time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her implements of war still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck opening, she brought the microphone to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his weaponry still wrapped around Jessica's physical structure, his powerful black hands cupping her bare tweed ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender tweed body on his big black cock as he began to take the air towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big nigrify tool."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 stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to have it off me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE Same TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO KEEP roll in the hay MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... going away ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO FUCK 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 black cock felt in her twat ... the view of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapplander time was even more energise !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Black dick ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's tool. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful livid diarist's blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big aristocratical centre widened as she felt Shemar's fat black cock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive black cock pushed into her tiny asshole. She'd never let billy goat fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television with a big black man she'd met to a lesser extent than one hour ago, letting him get it on her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's human face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's lilliputian blonde pussy ask he kissed her full white bosom with his thick bleak lips.

Big mike stared at the tantrum that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking Heather the make-up fille. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two cuss rappers'massive black cock, combined with the sweet tightness of Scots heather's pinko pussy, was too much for the muscular Black person hulk to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy black balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his thick blackamoor cock.

ling Christensen's eyes widened as she felt the cloudburst of potent seed shooting deep inside her uterus. Another climax overtook the Brigham Young brunet and, with one final examination shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the put with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive Shirley Temple Black cock. He was still John Rock hard, as many enhanced males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious mind chick. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action on the couch.

Big mike walked around the sofa, his massive black cock still shooting thick R-2 of viscous cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger's breadth through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to face his cock. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big microphone's hand ... slick with his and Heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free hand. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening wide. Big mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning oral cavity. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth full of thick calamitous dick.

Jessica McFarland was in nirvana. She'd never felt so animated ... and so ... full phase of the moon ! She had a massive black cock in every orifice that could conciliate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a undivided, unremitting coming now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's manus, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her early bridge player braced herself against the vertebral column of the couch.

"Well anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'ok white ass at once ?"Big mike slipped his cock from Jessica's oral fissure to allow her to answer the question. Her speak free of Big Mike's monolithic appendage, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two pes of Negroid cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big microphone asked into the microphone, then lowered the long, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her mouth. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another inkiness putz. The doorknocker and studio gang laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back conformation Jessica's hungry oral fissure and brought it to reside beside his erect putz. As large as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your muddiness, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every balmy curve of her flawless white body, her oriental alabaster peel glowing with swither and mania ... and the two monumental powerful ignominious consistency that pressed against her beautiful white female physique. Jessica could see herself in the proctor again. Her face was sleek down with Big mike's cum ... and heather's juice too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her sassing and allowed Big mike to dislocate his cock back between her delicate garden pink lips. She watched Shemar's big blackamoor manus gripping her shank as he continued pushing his thick black quill up into her load asshole. She watched B-Love's sinewy black ass flexing between her spread white second joint as he thrust his sable gig in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the monitor lizard, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her torso ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an hour ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless times ... but he was still pumping ... thrusting ... She couldn't believe it ! What stamen ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A car. A screw machine. She could see her manifestation in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick rooster continued to skid in and out of her mouthpiece, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive coal black cock dominated her hook up with white uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her organic structure was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her organic structure filled with Black person dick didn't just feel awful, it felt RIGHT. Letting these black men fuck her like this on live television was the most important matter she'd ever done. Her career ... her wedlock ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the maven of three foot-long black rooster having their way with her. The camera caught every minute of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for dim prick ... but she didn't aid ... no, she DID tending. She was gallant ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to be intimate the truth about mordant men, and this was the best way. She looked into the tv camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a enchantment, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, beef ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her sass even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his potency over her by not complying with her obvious indirect request right away. The wet, slurping phone of her oral cavity sucking Big microphone's cock echoed through the studio for respective seconds before Big Mike acquiesced and let his cock slip from the Theodore Harold White anchorwoman's gasping wet sass.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poking ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... screw ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutal 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, punishing thrusts. She could feel Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY clump SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY Patrick Victor Martindale White ASS ? YOU tone HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT jigaboo SEED, bitch ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR Andrew D. White snatch UP WITH MY Joseph Black BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY jade ! A WHORE FOR BLACK COCK ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT spade CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT piece of tail photographic camera AND TELL AMERICA 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 SEED IN MY uterus ! !"

"You want his black cum in your belly bellyache ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronicity. B-Love would thrust in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would advertize in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would pivot his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch prick rubbing against her clitoris with each thrusting in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm anatomy higher and higher. It would be more sinewy than any of the orgasms they'd given her that dark !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their rhythm method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full phase of the moon to empty to full again and again. Her physical structure began to tremble visibly. Her full white breasts bounced obscenely on her slender white frame as the two massive disgraceful men pounded her slit and ass relentlessly.

"Hera IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M going TO CUM IN YOUR snatch ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT coon CUM ... AND YOUR pussycat WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to dissipate my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky E. B. White shoulder as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could palpate their pace quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive Black person balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them reduce ... begin to shrink ... his cock began to pinch and skip in her pussy ... taking on a biography of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and Forth River against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big mike's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR turncock IN MY backtalk ! FUCK MY MOUTH WHILE THEY FUCK MY slit AND ASS ! I WANT ALL three OF YOUR BIG NIGGER stopcock INSIDE ME, ALL trio OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big microphone's massive black erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony cocks into her cunt as ass. She pulled her back talk off Big microphone's turncock only to gasp for air, and shout encouragement at her black lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffle up lady friend, still lying on the storey where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her center. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a bridge player to pass over her snatch. She looked around the studio, seeing that the debase interracial orgy was still going on. heather felt a pang of jealousy when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her party boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lustfulness and the deal she slowly began to rub her well-fucked slit with the hand that she had been using to hide it from thought. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big black shaft in her pussy again, Mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to microphone, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her hirer's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunet charms. Still fucking Jessica's lip, he put an arm around Calluna vulgaris's slender blanched berm and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the oral cavity, their lingua intertwining. Fucking one hot whitened woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his ballock tighten and his peter begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's hammer, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's stopcock Begin to jump and tweet in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could feel her own excitement edifice with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the result was being captured on tv camera and program for all of America to see ! It was too incredible for word ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their dick tremble inside her slit, ass, and oral cavity ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing albumen dead body shaking violently as she felt the 1st potent jet of hot smutty cum blasting her back talk, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the cherished fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches cryptic inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the Lapplander strong love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married pussy with his potent source. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to retain thrust, go along grinding his potent ejaculate into Jessica's uterus ... making damn sure he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could feel the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her fat lily-white uterus. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the sentiment made her cum again and again ! Yet they were stillness fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's loggerheaded mordant member slipped from Jessica's screaming sassing, spraying her beautiful white human face and violent blonde with thick jets of pearly semen. The knocker shoved his still spurting rooster into the anchorwoman's exposed mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his cock slipped from her mouth again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her sassing. She saw the fairly brunette make up young lady heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of microphone's brawny black munition. Heather dropped one of her mitt to Mike's dick, successfully leading him a twain of animal foot away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her stifle and took the stillness spurting black cock into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprisal as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy beef ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Shirley Temple men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT squawk ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right hand cunt ! William Tell U.S. !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH former tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the Sojourner Truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so no-account ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's side. Tears welled in her big blue optic as she looked into the camera, wave after moving ridge of pleasure pass over her consistence."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE transcendence OF BLACK MEN ! THEIR hammer ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... major power ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE inkiness tool ! black male sexual transcendency is NOT a myth the States ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his vox to its former calmness, smooth quality to contrast B-Love's emphatic bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the truth, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some miscellaneous emotions about ditching him on interior television ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here centre glancing over at Big microphone's turncock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera Angle. She was genuinely discombobulate. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"billy club ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we get laid you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a jest."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of Shirley Temple Black hammer, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on internal television set ? You loved each early for a long time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rappers on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. Billy seemed like a aloof retentivity from another life."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to empathise her new realism for the first metre. She wasn't just answering Shemar's dubiousness, she was answering her own. It was a disclosure to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to understand that matrimony vows mean goose egg compared to black cock ! This consistence belongs to sinister men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the best ... they are our natural masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All charwoman should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every char ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All fair sex deserve bootleg cock ! All black men deserve any white woman they want. man and wife doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big Joseph Black cocks matter !"

"What about like female parent and daughters at the Sami time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the davenport woman on the other incline of the studio."You think nigga should fuck mother and their daughters at the Same sentence ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every woman should present to black Male sexual powerfulness !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit verity !"

"GOOD TO HEAR squawk !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his stopcock. He let his cum nebulizer over Jessica's naked snowy body, splattering her heaving white tit, pretty white font, and slick blonde fuzz, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it serious and clean beef"he said"I want it nice and plumb when I fuck Sarah's mom and sister. 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 pack and another wedding gang to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and babe ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the consequence that had been unfolding on the early incline of her news show studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her sister here to lose her virginity to a black man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to contain it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to miss his virgin girl, he's gon na miss his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchorman desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an older, curvy redhead was on her stifle between two black men, while a Theodore Harold White man stood nearby, restrained by two disgraceful surety guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the whole category ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's cock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, gripe !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the ground tackle desk, looking for his next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her dispirited lip."I ... want ... more black peter ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your egg white pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping twat and brought his hand up to her sass. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her backtalk and hungrily sucking the steamy white fluid from Shemar's long inkiness digit, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"commodity girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your fairly white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick lump of pearly whiteness ejaculate slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - role SEVENTEEN : JESSICA INTERVIEWS MRS. davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was the States's sweetheart, a relatively respected diarist, and a make out wife who was sitting down to consultation three controversial black knocker for a live pay-per-view television and net broadcast. By ten o'clock that same night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three Black person doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio apartment make-up girl. Now the beautiful, naked blonde journalist walked across the surface central sphere of her news set toward her anchorman desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio apartment's photographic camera. In the background, the turgid wall-sized blind that lined the back of the set were playing multiple Angle of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos broadcast earlier that Nox, some footage was of Jessica and Heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be event transpiring at Jessica's anchorperson desk. When the beautiful blonde diarist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding decent before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Negroid penis'rap chemical group at one end of the great studio set, the group's agent Tom Watkins had taken control of the program. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal assistant Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The little girl that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the daughter she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very conservative. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every column inch of black rooster and every second of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black scantling standing at the other end of the news desk getting his large black cock stroked and sucked by a passably young redhead wearing nothing but a little semitransparent white veil swept behind her foreland. In front line of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two to a greater extent black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's plenteous white chest while she stroked and sucked their throb ebony gat. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black genus Phallus'rap radical, who immediately asserted his confidence over the former two men and guided the redheaded woodpecker's back talk to his own throbbing black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rapper had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's sis was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that dark. Sarah was so defeat with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to help Becky see the plan that night, then come down to the studio to recede her virginity to a black-market man on go television ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their young girl was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to lead in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual power of black turncock in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch out as his wife and girl were about to give themselves to black rooster before his eyes and the KNEN mesh television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black penis"rap group, had already walked over to take over the situation.

On Jessica's walk of life to the intelligence desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his XII inch black-market hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the news desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white physical structure with his brawny lightlessness bridge player and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing camera. Jessica looked into the lense of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black penis.

"OH GOD FUCK YES ! !"The blond moaned in ecstasy as her matrimonial white kitty was once again penetrated by a long, thick, chocolate-brown pecker. She braced her tiny Andrew Dickson White hands on the glass desktop as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony 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 anchorman sitting at the desk, looking into U.S.'s family, only this time she was defenseless and being fucked by a sinewy lightlessness rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue-blooded oculus from the monitoring device and looked into the television camera. Then, putting on her best on-air intro vox, she spoke.

"good evening America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is eff AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the drunken revelry at the news desk was joined by two more members. Scots heather and Big Mike had been on the other side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pink tongue up and down his thick Shirley Temple shaft. mike thought the pretty brunet was a hot small prick, but at the same clip, it seemed to him that there was way too often white twat in the studio apartment for him to party with just one daughter. Then Big mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchorperson desk. Looking across the studio, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blond assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at Mike, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still forgetful to the silent communication going on between the two nigrify men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big mike pulled his turncock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful total darkness weapon system and carried her over to news desk. microphone sat the naked brunette physical composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking physical structure. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big mike, then looked down at Heather.

Calluna vulgaris looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no motility towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's optic widened, she glanced over at the screaming light-haired personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her prospicient blond whisker was matted with perspiration, strands of it sticking to her naked back. Her blotto, round, white-hot ass shook with every poking she took from Watkins. Then Calluna vulgaris's eyes rose over Watkins muscular lightlessness abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Scots heather,"while I get acquainted with this Thomas 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 massive blackness rooster out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Scots heather immediately fell tacit, her optic locking on Watkins monumental Negroid cock. Watkins smiled, placing one boastfully black, hand flat against Heather's soft white breasts and pushing the petite brunet backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big lightlessness cock across her flat egg white belly twice, like a baseball musician tapping home with his bat before taking a vacillation, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every in into Heather's pinko cunt with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another word. ling screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't dally it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in discombobulation as she felt Watkins's prick slip from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big Mike grabbing her hips. The blond gasped in surprisal as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The knocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive pitch-dark hand, while kissing her passionately on the backtalk.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant black rapper whispered in the unseasoned blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender whitened frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in hushed awe as she brought one of her bantam Andrew Dickson White hands up to Big mike's powerful onyx-colored arm, over his encompassing articulatio humeri, and ran down his broad barrel breast. Her pretty center widened as her hand slipped lower and found Big microphone's humanness rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the base of the knocker's cock in her paw, feeling its length and thickness. Her pretty optic widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her branch wide, allowing Big Mike slowly access to her pussy. Big microphone grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his long boneheaded black 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 blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her pocket-size white deal over Big Mike's muscular Shirley Temple shoulder joint and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so placate with Calluna vulgaris.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up female child as he fucked her hard."looking at like your boy Big mike found a new girl to lie with ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a slut ! A hussy for pitch blackness hammer !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Scots heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new devotee's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK hammer fornicatress BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up young lady."DO YOU beloved MY BIG BLACK COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG Shirley Temple cock !"

"YOU'RE A Shirley Temple COCK woman of the street SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering ling verbally the same way he was hammering her snatch with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A BLACK COCK harlot !"Calluna vulgaris screamed."ass ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR Joseph Black COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her household about her new job as a constitution creative person at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his darling television set personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiacal journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rapper that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on inhabit television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the television off the minute he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least 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 cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and mother. unable to see what was happening to ling, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safe. When the photographic camera finally caught up with Scots heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even Sir Thomas More disquieted ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly riposte the action. Still, Bob kept watching, ineffective to face away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a vernal edition of his wife, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive black doorknocker. The mickle was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his putz while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker round for Heather.

‘ Big microphone'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another lady friend and Bob wasn't so sure enough about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs scatter and pointed up in the air… the solitary article of clothing she still wore were her horseshoe. Her lithe blank body glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful jabbing. Her shoulder-length brown whisker was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her expression. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this total darkness anchorperson's'big hands roamed all over her slender white physical structure ... and as his enormous black cock fucked her harder and harder ! All the patch, Watkins was taunting Calluna vulgaris with questions, calling her ‘ hussy'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Scots heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock fornicatress ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."ling 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 Melanerpes erythrocephalus mother of two on her knees, hungrily sucking mordant cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could detect out. Would you care to gather my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will come over one dark. We'll have a nice kinsfolk dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in straw man of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His epithet is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the television camera,"hypothesis who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK nigga ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'married woman ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a naut mi in his tummy. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport lady friend ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were life-threatening ... They would show up and fuck ling and her mother right in presence of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming culmination from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that night. First, she arrived home to come up her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of pornographic idiot box display that purported to be a news program program. If that weren't bad enough, the conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the miss in the adult program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on hold out telly, being ravished by a radical of rapacious black hood ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to hail woof he up and together they rushed to the studio to block off their new daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to keep her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new problem however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to fend the taunt of her sexually-awakened daughters and the sight of the huge contraband cocks in the room, the conservative mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped open up her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched party !

In the shopping mall of the news set, twenty feet from the desk where her daughters were entertaining their own inglorious lover, Karen Davenport stripped to her underclothes and knelt between a black stage technician and a grim security precaution. As her horrified married man watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to wet-nurse and stroke these two stud's massive black peter while they groped and squeezed her ample ass and 40-DD breasts. Then Karen's bra was torn from her eubstance and the men began to necessitate turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third inglorious Adonis approached the radical. He was naked, except for a couple of aviator-style sunglass with reflective lenses, and an flowery gold neck chain. What Karen really noticed though was how often adult 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 bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to hold her center off the man's cock, she might have recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television filmdom at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony video footage programme earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black person Phallus.

Not knowing his identity element, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security precaution's cock while the stage bridge player squeezed and fucked her full white tits, Karenic reached her exit hired man out and took keep of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not content with her attention. Karen quickly learned that this man was rougher, more dominant 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 hanker black fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly rive Karen's headway back, forcing her to kibosh sucking the surety guard's cock. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security safety device back, then moved in closer shoving his own stopcock into Karen's oral fissure.

Karenic instinctively began to suck in the new disgraceful cock in her mouth, grasping the base of the cock with one hand, trying to see to it her new lover's attack, but to trivial avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic suck his cock, he began to thrust his articulatio coxae, bound and determined to bang the moderately white married woman's mouth. Karen was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to keep on entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed funnily tranquillise and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's wrist, pulling her deal from the security measure safety device's and stagehand's cocks, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrist with one powerful black hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white bosom with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding hoop on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the former two men,"I got design for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to resist, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stage technician on the shoulder joint and nodded towards the craft-services tabular array where the studio's collation were kept. The stagehand looked at the table, then realized what the gang member wanted him to see. The pretty brunette studio varlet was hiding under the tabular array, watching the bacchanal unfold in the studio. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the event she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the certificate safety device, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the mesa. The stagehand dived under the table from the nominal head. The offend page girl tried to escape behind the board, but the security guard leapt over the table and blocked her path. Within s, all three were under the tabular array. The female child frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and thigh-slapper of passion as her blazer, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's backtalk. The shocked and flustered redhead gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Dean Swift motion and carried her around the rear of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a professorship at the desk. To one side, Karen saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her other side, Karen saw her onetime daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, sinewy blackamoor man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a contraband scantling's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The inglorious stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breast. Karenic gasped as she felt a yoke of large, powerful helping hand suddenly grabbing both of her own full, milky white tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the dividing line between her subdued white skin and the black powerful work force that groped her 40DD titty. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to work with her. Then Karen felt something boastfully, heavy, and warm up dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully put up length of B-Love's massive black dick resting on her whitish white berm and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit physical body. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick fellow member to her lips, lovingly kissing and sucking the head word while pumping the recollective, ebony shaft and drinking the he-man's pre-cum.

The camera Angle pulled back, showing the conniption of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, sinewy black man while she sucked his cock. The photographic camera pulled out more, widening the snapshot to admit the fig of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her white meat swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to spread out her centre. 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 dramatize her professional person presenting note as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The unit true statement'news desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to feature become enroll, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the superiority of the bleak male person and succumbed to the sexual tycoon of big opprobrious stopcock. Good evening Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the moderately tweed housewife sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's cock and stroking it with one bridge player, while her early hand helped B-Love grope her breast. Her optic were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick blackamoor tool flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheaded woodpecker's arm.

Karen's eyes shot open when she felt Jessica's script on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's sassing. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one hand, tried to tilt over and take it into her backtalk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to resolve them for the mass watching this. You keep stroking this nigga dick though."

Karenic looked into the camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on tv camera, on television… sucking a mordant man's putz while he fondled her titty. Now he wanted her to answer motion ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her deal, desperate for it to be in her sass again, or unspoilt yet, in her cunt. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's pecker, but turned to present Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"goodness evening Mrs. Davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole truth ’."Jessica McFarland's interpreter cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his rooster inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. individual in the conductor's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comments and questions for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her consultation as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You imagine ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tincture."You came here tonight with the expressage intent of stopping your elderly daughter Sarah from continuing to consume sex with opprobrious men AND to forestall your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a smutty man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the face of her ‘ calamitous 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 rule out about this night's events ?"

"I came home base tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be buff's lap at the end of the word desk. Becky was stroking his putz while he rubbed her Virgin pussycat, the two were passionately kissing."I found my new daughter 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.

Karen 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 answer."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sis ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own sis ?"

"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…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by total darkness men turned your daughter Becky on so practically that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen 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 sight of your daughter with melanize men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a fateful man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to bar her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called Frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at domicile ?"

"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 girls that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you own your husband take the time to pick you up at base before coming to the studio ?"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 knew what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in meter. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to avail my girl !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian parapraxis."You wanted to facilitate your daughter ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help oneself protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to cease them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd stop if you just told them to stop, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's dick."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your judgment ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge Negroid cock in her hired man, then back at Jessica.

"The sinister men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the blackened men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The black men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karenic sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't block off myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG pitch blackness COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much enceinte than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so a lot BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented 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 blueish oculus and B-Love's big fateful tool."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's dick in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The unit group is. I can personally attest to that… and of course of study, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her blasphemous heart widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga hammer you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity go night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karenic gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The inglorious shaft you've been sucking tonight is the Lapplander one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that make you sense ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the Revelation, unable to work, let alone answer Jessica's head. Karenic began to take a breath heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black pecker in her hand… the same putz 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 muscular young black man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black cock, watching it drip another awkward wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster white meat as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her respectable presenting voice,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own doubting Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD wall nigh to the anchor desk flickered to lifetime, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the realness. The image was trembling, slightly muzzy cell-phone tv 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 approaching wedding ceremony. Sarah was screaming out frustrated responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every column inch of that glorious sable cock that was taking her wanted flower !

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica commentated as the photographic camera focused on Karen 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 like putz you were just fucking. The cock that was in your lip minutes ago has fucked your girl. Your reaction please ?"

Karenic's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her dingy green eyes all-embracing with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the CRT screen. Sarah seemed to radiate with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the screen and pumped B-Love's hammer faster and faster, placing both her tiny Stanford White hands on his cock. Karen began to snog, punch, and suck B-Love's hammer, worshipping the Saami rooster that she was watching get her oldest daughter's virginity on the whale LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your aged girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to get sucking his peter again ... the same cock that you're watching fuck your previous daughter's formerly Virgo pussy. Can we assume that you condone your girl Sarah's departure of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the degree. This was all a debauched show now… a presentation of the power of blacken pecker over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the nude blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful Aythya americana's luxuria. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistband of her pantie, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panty ... her natural action clearly visible to the television camera, thanks to the crystalize methamphetamine hydrochloride top of the keystone desk. At the Same fourth dimension, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the distance of the ebony barb and trying to take as much of it into her lip as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a black man on hold up television, while her husband is forced to ascertain. You are doing so while watching footage of your sometime girl losing her virginity to the same grim hammer that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another smuggled man, in good order next to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under terror from yet another big black stopcock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could finger her excitement building, her completely consistence trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the boundary, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock 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 question."Are we to acquire this as an indorsement of the powerfulness of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigger cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT gripe ?"Karen gasped, her back talk finally able to respond to her persecutor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her impenetrable white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, thick, throbbing black shaft with her soft, creamy tit soma.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG nigger goon !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her observation in his meth. Her use of the racial name had the accurate effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his articulatio coxae and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her immense white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU locution !"

"I'M saying THAT THIS NIGGER THUG IS Thomas More MAN MY hubby COULD EVER HOPE TO BE !"Karen shouted in response to her married man, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the photographic camera."I WANT THIS BIG spade THUG TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG Shirley Temple turncock ... 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 hotdog !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the long time, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful black thug direct 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 BLACK nigra COCK !"

"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 shtup ME WITH THIS BIG pitch blackness COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hot dog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU require TO yield MY OTHER girl'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY BLACK THUG !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in horror.

"OFFERING UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD START kick !"

Karenic screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK tough TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK COCK .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG Black person NIGGER peter TO take BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU doomed YOUR MIND ?"weenie cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering tweed married man as he fucked his married woman's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga hawkshaw ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, peck with the great power of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your lady friend at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her judgement to black cock. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the bountiful unsuccessful person ... drive you lose THEM to black rooster ! 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 muscularity tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's bosom and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red pilus, and whitish white chest with heavy globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"roll in the hay me ... roll in the hay my girl ... fuck me ... fuck my daughter ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Chin, onto her huge, heaving titty.

"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 fatal shaft."First you're gon na have to get me intemperately again ... but don't worry, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"offset, I'm gon na need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her forehead. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the atomic number 79 mountain range made of link up wedding closed chain, engagement hoop, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the charwoman I take from egg white men."B-Love sneered."It's a assurance to me, a demonstration of your commitment to bleak 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. Karenic glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a trouble, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's immense black pecker. Even soft, it was bigger than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't present me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be capable to induct you into our world. I won't be able to eff you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will allude you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a job ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold lot from her finger and offer it up to B-Love. The threat of not getting fucked by a big black shaft terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, involve it. It's yours ... just like me."

"commodity girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a snap off link in his strand ... the inter-group communication was Jessica McFarland's wedding mob, which he'd added earlier that Night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you set for the next step in your worship of the exponent of fateful cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing ignominious member, taking it in her script."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his point in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet topographic point in his pants where he had cum. Tears stung his impertinence, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually turned on seeing his wife being ravished by that Negroid thug ... a superior black male. Frank, to his pity, found himself believing that his reaction truly was ‘ only raw ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything swage Karen and when she'd called his prison cell earlier that night, she was more untune than he'd ever heard her. hot dog could barely see Karenic between her gasps and whoreson, but she managed to distinguish him that she needed him abode immediately, that their daughters needed his help. hot dog Davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the universe, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something wicked, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come household right away, to pick Karen up and she would explain what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and sire did.

dog rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely conceive what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, frankfurter had no option but to believe ... he was tied to a chairperson and forced to check in helpless horror as television cameras captured every second gear of his loving phratry's debauched dissolution.

Frank davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television system tv camera and being fucked senseless by a shameful goon. wienerwurst SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked lightlessness thug and start to stroke and suck that thug's nigrify cock. Frank SAW his wife Karenic, ineffective to look away from her girl, listening to their plea ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the huge black putz that were exposed to her. Frank SAW his fast married woman walking into the fray, ignoring his protestation. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black stud poker and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her panty as the total darkness men amused themselves with her curvaceous white body. Frank SAW his loving religious wife descent to her knee joint and hero-worship bootleg cock, letting her pretty face and soft breasts be fucked by not one by three black macho-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchorperson desk to be interviewed by the beautiful telecasting personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each charwoman was sexually dominated by a Shirley Temple Black rapper. Frank davenport SAW all of this, powerless to cease any of it ... tied to a president, helplessly watching as his beautiful family was stolen from him… and never in his spirit had he been so aroused. frankfurter could feel his modest Edward D. White penis, small compared to the disgraceful rooster he saw in the studio apartment, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the event of that night… the horrifying misunderstanding that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his married woman showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge pitch-black doorknocker. Then wiener saw his married woman slip the wedding hoop from her fingerbreadth and pop the question both it and their youngest daughter's virginity to the melanize knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could sense his small Edward D. White hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his menage fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to contract his eyes off his the beautiful married woman he'd just lost.

Karenic Davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet topographic point visible in his drawers. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the midst, hot globs of her bleak lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right wing in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her face and breasts, Karen sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful ignominious Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his future pedagogy. She didn't have to expect long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karenic whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glance, then returning her adoring blue eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two recollective Negroid fingers under the waist band of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The textile tore immediately. Karenic laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another piercing ripping audio was picked up by the studio microphones. Karenic kicked her long, smooth whiteness stage in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his head, holding Karen's rupture lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at wiener, then casually tossed the tatterdemalion unmentionable through the air.

wiener winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's mangled lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chairwoman at the anchor desk, with the exception of the gold hybridisation necklace she wore around her neck. Karenic wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big blackamoor cock and stroking it with one hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other mitt to thumb her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a helping hand down to her bare married cunt and boldly knocked her bridge player away, shoving one, then two fingers into her pink velvet plica. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her back, her full Andrew Dickson White breasts heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussycat."This ain't your husband's lil'white prick. You gon na have to be A LOT bedwetter if you expect to drive a BLACK MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karenic 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 cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be surely of that. What I think we're gon na penury here is some tongue work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had individual else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your married woman's sweet petty slit and get it good and wet for my spade cock ?"

wienerwurst Davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking vox. From the knocker's tone, weenie assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and force him to participate in his man and wife's pollution. No one made a move towards Frank, and the white husband and father remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, dog looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the knocker's contemplative dark glasses preventing him from reading the thug's aim. When the knocker was sure he had the wiener's attending, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a off-white ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot bitch ? nookie YOU, sucker !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older girl, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper take a stone's throw towards Sarah, who at that present moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two doorknocker ignoring wiener 's useless protestation. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the tiny blonde assistant on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen davenport up from the chairperson 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 ‘ acquaintance'that she'd ‘ met'on the phone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his putz as she watched her female parent and sis. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just scout and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired adolescent, dropping a large blackness hand in her lap and fingering her fiery pussy as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the fille but knew that B-Love would desire the purity of taking the fille's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the young woman was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight clean ass later that Nox, after B-Love had his fun. For the prison term being though, he toyed with the naïve redheaded woodpecker, guiding her hand to her own pussy, gently pushing her to jerk off as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, unable to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, legs spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her mother, turning her to face Karen's wide spread ramification. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her au naturel, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closemouthed to her mother's spread wooden leg. Karen saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped and smiled. Big mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender blanched organic structure. Sarah let relax a loud, wanton moan and her articulatio genus buckled, forcing her to bumble forward and brace her hands against the background on either slope of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious position didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's poking, in fact he started to fuck the fairly blond twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from arse. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eyes glazing over with lustfulness as Big Mike began to gently push her girl's face lower, nigher to Karen's defenseless pussy. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's polish white-hot thigh, Karen realized what was about to befall. 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 daughter's hot breath on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty nerve hovering over her mother's flaming hot puss."They… they want me to get you fix 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 mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to give them what they want. I WANT to hand them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to ease up these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's nous, his huge blackness cock hanging ponderously above her face. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling White River pap and with one powerful black, hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."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 sinister cock.

Sarah's sighs and groan suddenly turned to squall as Big Mike increased the pace and vividness of his thrusts. Lost in a cloud of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's lips briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new sensation on her pussycat. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her girl's head between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping garden pink rima oris into her bitch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to free her daughter 's top dog ... but it was too recent !

Crazed with luxuria and eager to please her smutty masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the diffused pink folds of her own mother's twat !

Karen looked down over her own wrestle whiteness body, between her heaving milklike white breasts and far-flung creamy Patrick Victor Martindale White second joint and saw her passably blonde girl's big blueness centre boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a weakly protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit advance, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own girl's tongue made liaison with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to meet her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's chemical reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her natural language into her female parent's kitty, brazenly and purposefully probing its depths, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her drumhead back, unable to resist any more, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her oldest daughter to eat her pussy !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black pecker all over the degraded white mother's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white-hot puss of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I love it !"Karenic whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front end of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her rose hip into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"wienerwurst violently shook his nous in disbelief, his wife's lusty screech echoing in his read/write head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her coxa against her daughter's probing rap tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karen !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our girl ! She's YOUR girl !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding PUSSY ! MY DAUGHTER IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

wiener davenport watched helplessly as his honest-to-goodness girl ate his wife's pussy. The great wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a ending up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karenic 's legs. The pathetic hubby shook his top dog and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched effect unfolding before his eyes. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his middle fall upon another horrifying sight… his younger girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older babe ate their female parent's puss. The young redhead's pert new breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one diminutive whiteness hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big Black cock. Her oculus fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's snatch. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the diminutive niggling"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 girl is watching her big sister eating mummy's snatch. Then she's hearing mommy screaming and going clam WILD ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her farsighted albumen legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her older daughter's face as she turned her point to see Becky. The middle-aged white married woman and female parent blushed when she looked into her girl's all-encompassing blue air eyes, but she couldn't reckon away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big black stud a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to dissent raising her center discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her blockade virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah indulge little girl. lookout. '' B-Love growled. `` picket yo'momma get her twat eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey mammy, why don't you tell your younger daughter 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, slut !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how commodity it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT FEELS SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet center. The untested redhead's mouth was open, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her pelvic girdle to meet her own aegir fingerbreadth. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was despairing for more. She let go of the black stopcock she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her snatch, wildly finger-fucking herself with both script. It still wasn't enough. She bit her modest lip in sexual defeat as she watched her female parent and sister cavorting with one of her preferred rapper and another big black stud. Her eyes fell upon her Sister's grimace, 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 word being exchanged, the he-man knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karenic."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's spit is making you for YOUR kickoff HUGE NIGGA stopcock !"

"Oh YES !"Karen 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 think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karen's centre widened when they heard B-Love's interrogation. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin girl. Looking back into her female parent's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the motion. Karen wanted to shit these beautiful sinister men happy. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt vex for her young daughter. All of these men were very large, and Becky was petite ... and still a Virgo. Karenic was n't sure Becky could handle a immense bootleg cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't know ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty adolescent redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turning, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chairwoman to greet the rapper. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big gloomy eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon system that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular stage as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor virgin was distracted by the site of his wild ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's stopcock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the large ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the adolescent 's chin, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering flannel chin with his thick Black person thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to reckon into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to spout excitedly. `` I 've do it all your medicine ! I listen to you all the metre. 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 unintelligible moan when B-Love boldly reached between her legs, cupping her Virgo pussy in his bombastic black hand, then brazenly slipped two long black fingers up into Becky 's Virgo the Virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged adolescent to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pink virgin pussycat. Becky instinctively began to jerk her virgin Theodore Harold White puss against B-Love 's probing ebon digits. Her young body shivered, her toes curled, her knee joint buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked white trunk into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard putz pressed against Becky 's categorical Theodore Harold White stomach and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard Negro abs and Becky 's indulgent white physique. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Edward Young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white breasts.

"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 subscribe a big coon cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing disgraceful turncock pressed against her torso and genuinely afraid she might never have a go at it what it 's length felt like inside her soundbox. Slipping her hands between their consistency, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black cock in her bantam white-hot deal, her finger's breadth ineffectual to achieve all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as dear she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to turn over you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's side to calm down her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the dun founder a arch smile and a wink. `` wellspring, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can figure something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her mother 's head. B-Love then walked around Karenic 's head word and stood opposite word Becky, facing the somewhat red-haired teen with his huge black cock swinging column inch above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the new redheader 's virgin twat ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to get a line."Do you have any idea on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's manus, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karenic whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and subject gasping mouthpiece, inches from her untried puss and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please Aythya americana looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my snatch ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a enceinte idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get dear and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that right Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her twat and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her girl's young red-haired pussycat. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing clapper and feeling her sexual climax drawing closer and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the departure ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this effect unfold, briefly raised her sassing from her mother 's kitty-cat. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her ravishment on her mother's married pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's pussy with her nimble Elwyn Brooks White fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her rosehip wildly.

Seeing the married woman and female parent was near to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his peter, next to Becky 's hand.

'' feeling THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that NIGGA COCK IS ! THAT is a actual MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karenic moaned. She instinctively began stroking the foresighted ebony shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to turn a loss her virginity to REAL MAN ... a Joseph Black MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first hammer to be a BIG black hammer ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG lightlessness COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her pelvis violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both manpower and frantically grinding herself against his probing finger. `` YES ! piece of tail ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redheaded woodpecker around in his blazonry and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank Davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to facilitate her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's married man 's watchword and used them for his own twisted determination. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to help oneself your girl ! well, Becky needs your help right now ! Wo n't you facilitate her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her soundbox shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her youngest girl 's virgin pussy, just inch 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 female parent 's breath on her untried pussy. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... passing TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black hammer and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering column inch above her mouth. `` LET MOMMY ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender white waistline and eased her down towards Karenic 's open sass.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's cushy lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eagre tongue flick her piddling pink clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her mouth while her mother 's spit pushed into her wet Virgo cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO commodity ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's athirst oral cavity. Becky 's lilliputian Patrick Victor Martindale White script clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black peter almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat Caucasian potbelly and stroking it. Her work force were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being tenacious enough that there was ample way for all four small lily-white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karen ! NO !"Frank davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his heart. Not only was his lonesome daughter eating his married woman's pussycat, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's rima oris !

"Whiteboy, shut the nookie up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and rap your fucking teeth out with my big nigra dick !"

Tears stung frank Davenport 's horrified facial expression as he watched his beautiful wife and daughters eating each other 's twat for the amusement of a cluster of black thugs. The tiny Edward D. White hard-on growing in his pants, not to name a cum-stain from earlier in the eventide, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's immature, lithe Patrick White torso began to jerk violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient kitty against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange intuitive feeling like stick and needles tickled her back and articulatio humeri ... not to observe her snatch.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to cry. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to shout out. `` OH roll in the hay ! FUCK ! '' The petite red-header 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black-market frame. B-Love laughed, holding the miss steady as she threw her question back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW tinker's damn MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE sister GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen 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 malice of Becky 's grinding kitty on her sass. Karen was cumming, punishing !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her drenching wet fount from her mother 's cunt and gasped for air. `` She 's SO piece of tail WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR Joseph Black rooster ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in turn was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two girl. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty Saul Bellow, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet whitened twat with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pectoralis heaving with fervour, his rich brown oculus wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest of drawers and face. The Brobdingnagian knocker smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a unspoiled use for that piddling gripe 's mouth. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite carrottop over on her face. Big Mike slide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, bare ashen consistence around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and girl went hitch for their herculean blackened lovers, 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 position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her headway between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her female parent 's legs.

'' Okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Shirley Temple putz, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a irregular 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to delight their black masters. The women needed no more prompt or instruction. Karen and her daughter'long white branch intertwined, their gentle white hired man caressing one another 's voiced Edward D. White skin, their athirst sassing kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each early in an urgent, acute Lesbian troika softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio apartment lights and leering studio cameras.

frank davenport sat tied to his electric chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on bouncy television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his gasp for the one-third time 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 blackened cock yet ! He could deal his booty whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and approximation began to make.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a profligate lesbian ternion. His cock was already starting to tighten again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was officious, still fucking the inhibit 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't pee-pee any difference of opinion. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be bore to take a cranny at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three davenport cleaning lady. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen jade girl ... three women in total ... and three pitch-black rappers. He took his eyes off the davenport char for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big mike.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every inch of their beautiful tweed mother 's nude body. The two white sisters kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her indulgent Edward D. White tummy, over her heaving blank breasts, then up her neck ... to her side and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's case to hers, pushing her wet garden pink tongue into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's aspect away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her female parent gently on the lip, then more purposefully, pushing her own spit into Karen 's oral fissure as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her female parent 's neck opening, resting her pretty light-haired psyche on Karen 's leftfield breast, sucking the voiceless pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red caput on her mother 's veracious boob, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughters'hands roamed all over their mother 's bare white body, but returned time and again to her dripping wet snatch. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waistline, slipping her hands down between each girl 's complete ass boldness and rubbing their hot Thomas Young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breasts, the virtuous teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, grueling black putz. Becky 's once innocent blue eye filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right hand now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her palpebra felt heavy with lustfulness as she felt her daughter 's small white paw exploring her buxom White body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her Virgo the Virgin girl 's garden pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet beloved ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her hips against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... fucking ! I ... I THINK I 'M fix ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T worry IF IT 'S WRONG, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG inkiness turncock ! !

Karen Davenport opened her centre, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with loose sex as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT legal injury AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Negroid rapper ! 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 first ... and I 'm dark ... 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 WAIT to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with dada. ``

'' pop does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first time mom will ever experience sex with a rattling man ... with a REAL peter ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her sullen white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her girl'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the powerful Black person studs in the studio apartment. The formerly straightlaced and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your Fatherhood ... it 'll be like my first off time 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 lather, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his private parts. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by inkiness men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a chair ... never even putting up a scrap. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their girl had been compelled to dishonour one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughters. Mrs. Davenport considered her next Logos ... and actions ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue oculus, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her voice dropped to a voicelessness, but the studio microphones and camera still picked up her every tidings. `` We do n't involve to occupy about your Father of the Church. He does n't matter ... marriage ceremony does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely orotund, rock-hard black prick point with the two pretty red-header'faces. Both mother and girl smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's sable rod, trying to wrap her slender white fingers around it 's lowering girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's grim eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's putz in her hand. The youthful carrottop leaned in closer, her breathing shoal. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that topic now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous black shaft in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... Shirley Temple Black ... prick ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the camera before adding. `` Why do n't we piddle it crystal clear for the the great unwashed at home. ``

'' Tell me Mrs davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the computer programme. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK prick ! '' Karenic cried out without falter.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO cook to give up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name dripping tortuously from his natural language. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU ready to betray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... hammer ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' DAMN RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at dog davenport. `` William Tell HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karenic stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focalise her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her piteous married man 's horror-stricken face. `` I 'm about betray our hymeneals vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... COCK ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long halfway finger to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's finger was foresightful than virtually Stanford White men 's fully erect penises ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussycat succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So very much for your respectable family values, whiten America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughters BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK spade stopcock ! ``

The heat in the television system studio was acute, not just from the studio light, but from the body heating plant generated by the pervert mixed bacchanalia unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being disseminate live across the nation was luxuriously definition image of high school contrasting flesh tones, a full-of-the-moon color picture of black and white flesh. The"unit Truth"backbone desk was a spate of au naturel, writhing bodies… hard black muscularity and indulgent T. H. White skin, shining with sweat. All of the men involved were black, most of them members of the rap group"inkiness Phallus ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a variety of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and newsworthiness newswriter Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"inkiness Phallus ”. Within minute, those rapper had introduced the beloved matrimonial white diary keeper to the acute power of mordant cock. The full-bosomed blank reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on springy television, along with her pretty brunette makeup creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal help, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the programme. Having already been seduced by black rivet the previous nighttime, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took theatrical role in the mixed orgy flowering in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of total darkness Phallus's euphony. Sheltered as she was, the group's explicit language titillated her and the virginal Andrew D. White adolescent had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only consultation learn more about the chemical group. She learned far more than she could deliver 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 serial publication of phone conversations with her babe and an anonymous black stud poker, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to give up her virginity to one of these sinister studs. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come household and found her daughter 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 motion starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and female parent continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on television had their way with the pretty whitened journalist, a professional white womanhood just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black scantling's sexual toy. Soon Karen's shock turned to tickling. So enraptured by the result unfolding on her TV silver screen, Karen didn't observance Becky slip out of the planetary house until the virginal teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her husband for assistance. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden the true. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in sentence to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly deluge sight of the smutty he-man in the studio and the olfactory perception of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to bar 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 doughnut, and declare oneself them Becky's virginity… but Karenic had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married white diary keeper on subsist television receiver, they'd snagged her make-up creative person too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal helper, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the help into such a slut that she betrayed not only her Bos, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservativist female parent into the rappers'devilishly clutches ! Now all five beautiful Patrick White adult female were now professing their desire and devotion to opprobrious peter on live television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and Virgo the Virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one handwriting stroking his vast blacken cock, while the other fingered his necklace made of Stanford White womanhood's rings."It's clock time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigra dick in those little white pussies ! This here is a Virgin and her moms, and let's not leave big Sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out instructions for everybody to assume their optimum positions ‘ on stage ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunette make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunet up easily, slurred contraband member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his tail, guiding the naked 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 face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the black rivet's cock was just as long and thickset as Shemar's. The light-haired smasher grasped her new lover's dick in helping hand as the two took a shoes at the far end of the anchor desk, side by side to Tom and Becky. Becky's speech sound he-man gave a straightaway coup d'oeil at the young redheaded woodpecker, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the studhorse that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the aid 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 Joseph Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her phone macho-man grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The macho-man said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news show desk and slapped her spare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that short virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your first butt-fucking later tonight, sister dolly !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The thought scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The stud laughed, then shoved his cock deep into Jessica McFarland's Elwyn Brooks White ass, causing the journalist to scream out and Sudanese pound the desk slowly.

"OH screwing !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big wild blue yonder optic going spacious and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the dorm from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a smutty turncock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the silver screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The television camera now joined the three Davenport fair sex, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the middle orbit of the drinking glass top news desk, their beautiful naked white bodies huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'marginal shoulders as the two female child knelt on either English of her, their branch around her shank. The three au naturel shameful rapper converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughter. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the double-dyed white Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's hubby and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chairman and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his home. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these black bastards… he'd seen his married woman Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but see. Now, again, he could do nothing but sentry as the three knocker took their places in front 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 black 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 move over herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the Saame black men who had seduced their oldest daughter ? No ! Even now weenie refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able-bodied to hold back this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"wienerwurst screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's earlier scourge of fierceness."dearest, PLEASE ! outdoors YOUR EYES ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR FAMILY !"

Karen didn't respond to wienerwurst's supplication. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her daughters. Her big reddish blue heart scanned their night, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karen let steal a faint whimper as she looked at the three splendid shameful putz that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half foundation from her 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 chance 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 heart off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to take a LONG, HARD flavor at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes 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-cat as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karenic !"wiener whined."Can't you see this is unseasonable ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black cock in his handwriting."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his expectant disastrous paw, showing off cock's length, cinch, and inclemency, mocking Frank's dissent.

"doe this look WRONG to you, Karenic ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's putz. She dropped her other arm from Becky's articulatio humeri, and now began to rub her puss with both bridge player."That doesn't face incorrectly at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their slit while staring at the big inkiness rappers'cocks.

"KAREN !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge cock upward, the blockheaded apple-sized Robert Brown psyche barely just a groundwork from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking weenie's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR home !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karenic gasped, her good white breasts heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the doorknocker'huge black erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge blackamoor tool, a foot long and the color of plenteous drinking chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's pecker, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in vividness, almost like java with emollient. She then looked over at Big microphone's cock, dark brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's shaft, but still MUCH larger than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were to a greater extent than TWICE the sizing of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL trey of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rappers'erecting."All troika of you are TWICE AS LARGE as Frank !"

weenie heard the excitement in his wife's vocalism and his spirit sank. He knew she was beyond his attempt at reasoning. He was about to lose the charwoman he loved to these sadistic tough rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to end them, frank tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"Frank sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"hotdog nearly choked on his teardrop."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 beginner's behavior."looking, daddy's rallying cry now !"

"Daddy, block up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgin slit frantically on live goggle box while staring at Big mike's huge smutty penis.

"frankfurter, quieten down."Karen admonished her hubby."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 Charles Herbert Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the topper fucking you've ever had in your lily white animation, and it's gon na be from a BIG, inkiness, tool. All three of you, mother and daughter, face by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by nigra THUG RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her blanket violet eye darting hungrily from one big 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 fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out gaudy, glancing at Frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the foiled married man and Father of the Church."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty married woman or his Virgin girl ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big nigga putz is gon na deflower your sweet Virgo Becky, and which one is gon na have intercourse that hot married white pussy of YOURS ! The early will be fucking Sarah, justly beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her total milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I choose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."chance event these nigga dick, cave in ‘ em a squeeze, sense how HARD and thick we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's pecker, stroking one in each of her tiny white bridge player."God…you're all so…SO…"Karenic couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"haste mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her female parent and sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her puss."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 Karenic's face. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how practically of his cock was still visible 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 reflective sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself nude, stroking his vast black cock. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her marriage ceremony ring… Sarah's betrothal ring. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her tiny bloodless mitt as she frantically rubbed her snatch. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karenic'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 instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a 2nd, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal Aythya americana quickly lifted her hand from her kitty-cat and pulled the anchor ring from her finger, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum lot so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's safe for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's mouth broadened into a joyous, brilliant smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs. davenport's trembling Patrick White hand. B-Love gently slipped the halo over the broken end of Sarah's engagement ringing, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karenic, you've selected me to be the first man to screw your moderately virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the photographic camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big microphone and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first base REAL man ?"

Karenic looked back and Forth between Big mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, tranquil café latte pelt, muscular chest, and a big bootleg peter. He looked like he would be aristocratic, in venom of his muscular build. Then Karen considered Big mike. While all three of the rapper were muscular, Big mike was just fucking huge, like a Negro hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three foot across. His pectoral muscles were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his ab, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his cock. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a colon can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's prick in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, girth. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin colouring material contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You better pick fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a mighty blackness mitt."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karen gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two cock in her mitt."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same clock time, their Brobdingnagian cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh infernal region no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her oneirism."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more Black cock !"

"Yeah baby, 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 make you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big reddish blue eyes going wide and looking up excitedly into Big microphone's grinning face. She shivered at the thinking of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big mike's audacity.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big mike.

"Fuck yeah !"Big mike laughed. The seduced gabardine married woman was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that melodic theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your twat is as mean as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as rigorous as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a material man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may have been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few niggas inside of her in the last two dozen 60 minutes. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigra stopcock !"

Big Mike's dirty talking worked like a charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own puss juice. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the Brobdingnagian black dick in her hand. As practically as this thought should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black cock in her bantam Theodore Harold 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 putz in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"roll in the hay YEAH baby !"Big Mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'lightlessness ! gripe, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Same !"

Big mike couldn't helper but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. frankfurter Davenport hung his head low and stared at the storey, ineffective to follow anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and FUCK ME with your BIG Shirley Temple dick ! subscribe to me while your boys fuck my mom and baby !"

"Inferno yeah !"Shemar laughed."This squawk is ready to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare whiten knees, then sliding them over her delicate, creamy second joint, spreading them and exposing her Virgin sex."You ready to GO ?"

"Oh God !"Becky gasped breathlessly as she looked up at B-Love. The gangsta knocker whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dreaming about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black turncock just about one foot away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a Brobdingnagian Joseph Black hammer, the reality was just now hitting base. Becky's inexperienced young judgment flooded with questions. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really require this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to charge and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the knock-down shameful knocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenzied 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 stale understructure. You want to aid me fix this ?"

"composure down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her uneasy daughter, but never taking her center off Big mike's throbbing smuggled dick."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 reverence in her daughter's big down in the mouth eyes. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm drab sweetie !"Karenic said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger daughter's forehead."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be fine ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young naked boob quivering as her pectus heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big young woman now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karenic cooed,"Be brave ! mama's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be plenty Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the first clock time !"

"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 manoeuver by big nigger peter into your girl's afters white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery kitty-cat. She imagined her small white paw grasping the rock-hard peter and slipping it into Becky's private crease. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue sky 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 lady friend !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your baby get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hand under Becky's lissom white arms and cupping her firm white boob, pulling her flyspeck white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent grass forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her baby to keep on laying back.

"It's okey sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her sonsy frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's knock-down black sinew handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed cipher at all. He bent the buxom red-haired beauty over the desk, her wax, milky white titty pressed against the insensate glass desktop, her hands resting on Becky's bare blanched thigh, and her nerve hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big microphone's huge cock slap against her ass, then slip along the outer edge of her super-sensitive snatch lip. Karenic's violet eyes shot wide open at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to storm Big Mike's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's pussy rim with the tip of his vast, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, hard turncock point up and down Karen Davenport's smooth whiten ass and pink slit brim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The television camera moved in, following the action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather the makeup girlfriend as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crew was recording everything they could for alternating angles and takes that could be released later on videodisk and internet site. The two other photographic camera in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the paw of the Shirley Temple Black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a pes from Karen's face.

"return my cock in your paw Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee and spreading her legs."scout my Black tool into your daughter's white Virgo the Virgin cunt. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karenic whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her liquid curvy white ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to let out Karen's wet, thirsty married puss.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, potent hands rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's hands slip away. Karen was about to turn around and objection when she suddenly felt something pressing against her twat lips, then beginning to drop off inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sense impression, desperate for more than intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the notion of something thick slipping into her wet garden pink cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karen moaned at Big microphone, while looking into Becky's wide of the mark blue middle."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her kitty bulwark stretching to accommodate Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out forte."cunt, that ain't my hammer ! That's just a duad of my fingers ! cocksucker, how fucking SMALL is your hubby anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hand, while his other manus was down between Karen's ramification, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me kick,"Big mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock knockout black prick."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fucking KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will featherbed, but first you need to help your girl get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his mysterious gravelly vocalisation."Every in you give her…Big microphone will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her baby's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out female child. break them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white-hot torso."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her female parent and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the Sojourner Truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."pathfinder my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big juicy optic welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

look her girl rightfulness in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's duncical black irradiation in her quiver white hand. The rapper stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his cock at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in disbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vocalisation trailed off, Becky's head so conflicted between awe and luxuria she found herself unable to imprint coherent prison term. In spite of her mental mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's environment. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with hullabaloo and she began to tear her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's peter almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper finisher and closer to her virgin red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this shaft inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, operose black cock.

Becky stared at the immense black cock in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young chest heaving, making the website of her quivering boob ever more tantalizing. Her big blue air eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful blank face and B-Love's beautiful dim cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a shape between her female parent and B-Love… a figure in the back ground, tied to a president. Her father."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing melanize penis closer to Becky's young white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our category ?"Becky asked, her big blue heart darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."ma'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 Father of the Church, and whispered."But…what about… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her psyche and glancing at her overcome, cast down hubby, still tied to a chairwoman off photographic camera."You mean him ?"Karenic said derisively, turning her boldness back towards Becky and nod towards wienerwurst Davenport, tied to his electric chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her girl's earnestness."I don't really give care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio apartment ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to underscore its duration. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's weighed down black lump, then gently slid her tongue up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long rooster.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's ducky knocker's enormous black putz. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her glossa around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own natural language out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's proficiency.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio apartment photographic camera closed in on the action, studying the exchange between female parent and daughter.

"wellspring ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an solution to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's pair of virginals pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her enchantment but having completely forgotten her previous caravan of thought.

"Do you intend we need to worry about pappa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing disastrous cock.

Karenic smiled."Are you cook now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown straits. Becky's big bluing eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protective cover ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his head slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her girl's face and shaking her mind sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to pass water him put a rubber on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing beading of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's prick again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected pussy. The pearl of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's prick for a few second base, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy lips ! Becky gasped at the maven of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperient pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her Whitney Young, svelte white body, over her pert, creamy bosom, over her flat T. H. White tummy, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her spread white thighs and up at the HUGE nigrify cock that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another beadwork of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this fourth dimension, the chopper lily-white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebony hard-on and gently plash across Becky's naked lily-white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty breast heaving as her external respiration began to speed."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just jazz me ! ass ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder joint at Big microphone, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black dick drop downward and between Karen's leg. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her inkiness masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the fucking so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock head teasing her hot, hungry purulent back talk, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. Mommy loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black cock that her mother held barely one inch from her Lester Willis Young virgin cunt. Shivering, her chest heaving with excitation, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the first time in her life-time, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black stopcock top dog lightly running along the length of Becky's gentle pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH FUCK ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART TWENTY ONE : the likes of MOTHER, ilk girl"

frankfurter Davenport sat tied to a professorship in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless repugnance as three tough rappers shattered his intact humankind, barely able to grok how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning Frank had had the perfect white suburban life. He worked as a youth minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a phratry that respected and followed his religious belief. His endearing married woman Karen worked as a legal escritoire and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Edward Young man of affairs and held a honored job as executive assistant to the boob tube word star Jessica McFarland. His young daughter, Becky, was soon to calibrate senior high schoolhouse and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not have been more prouder of his family.

That good afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in peril and demanding dog come home immediately. Frank raced home to detect Karen standing in front of their star sign. Before he could force into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering dog to drive to the KNEN web studio, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and oculus glazed over in shock, launched a manic narrative as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described witnessing, each item Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, spirit on saving their daughters'someone. It all seemed so unsubstantial, yet when hotdog arrived at the studio apartment, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own optic. Just as his wife had described, hot dog saw a group of large, brawny black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diary keeper Jessica McFarland and a young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. weenie had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

dog saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young woman he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his immature daughter, Becky, might be in depot for the same fortune. His fears proved justified here and now later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and panties and announced her desire to miss her virginity yet another one these ravenous shameful men. Frank begged Becky to continue her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their associate instead focused their attention on frank's wife. Karen had accompanied Frank into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own heart. Now, dog was subjected to his girl'twit as they brazenly challenged their mother to either bear their father's dissent, or accede herself to the torrid, interracial saturnalia. To weenie's repugnance, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her girl'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in ungodly congress with these perverted black hellion. When Frank tried to interpose more forcefully he was tied to a chair and forced watch as cameras circled the soundstage, devouring the natural action like a pack of hungry brute and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, moans, and former guttural interference reverberated all around the studio set.

In the midriff of the studio, on a large glass keystone desk, a scene of bare, unbridled bacchanal unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up lady friend, Scots heather, were both bent-grass over one end of the tenacious, glass keystone desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very magnanimous black men. At the other end of the glass tabular array, wienerwurst Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three black rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. hot dog watched his wife and daughters… unable to stop their degenerate demeanor, unable to look away from it, and unable to inhibit the humble erecting growing in his pants which betrayed his primal acceptance of black male dominance. Tonight, frank Davenport, along with the rest of US, was learning the"Whole Truth"about bootleg men's intimate power.

Sarah, dog's erstwhile girl, stood on one leg behind the backbone desk, lifting her other fundament off the storey and resting her knee on the screen background, spreading her pegleg for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's coxa as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate peter in and out of her moderately blonde twat.

The rappers took their clock time with Frank davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building intimate tenseness, partly for show, partly to further vellicate the previously conservative snowy cleaning woman. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any promise wiener Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the looking glass desktop in nominal head of and under Sarah. Her Thomas Young, slender, naked E. B. White consistence practically glowed under the studio lights. Her somewhat red-haired point was cradled in her older sister's gentle hand. Frank had watched as the rappers'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable whitened consistency. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the rapper's grotesque Negroid prick, sway heavy and hanging ominously between her outspread white knees. Becky was a Virgin, never knowing the impression of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously tumid. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked uncertain. Frank had latched onto this gleam of hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

frankfurter's plea were mocked by the rapper, who decided to play Becky's mother against her Father-God in a twisted conflict of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his cock into Becky's pussy.

This, frankfurter davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to swallow. Sarah might consume been lost, but Frank clung to the desperate Bob Hope that Karen would descend to her senses and carry through their daughter and herself from the clutches of these disgusting thugs.

frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their untried daughter's naked Andrew D. White physical structure. Karenic's heavy, easygoing egg white boob gently grazed her Becky's flat Theodore Harold White tummy and creamy white-hot second joint. Using one hand, Karen stroked Becky's brow and silky red tomentum. With her early hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, coal black peter. Her nimble fingers quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A sick mug on one digit betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding band, given to B-Love as a relic of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon system in her diminutive white hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular heavyweight called"Big Mike"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's sleek red whisker and raw white body with his wickedness, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony tree manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, married pussy. The rapper tormented the white woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her electrocution cunt lips, working her into a do-or-die sexual delirium, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black appendage towards her younger daughter's pure kitty-cat. B-Love took a tone forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's matte Andrew Dickson White potbelly and short red-haired muffin with his huge, bleak hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's conciliate men, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid disastrous cock moving skinny and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge Black person prick in their mother's diminutive clean hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious dirty money. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscular tissue in his abdominal cavity, making his huge cock twitch and leap in Karen's hand like a raging, rearing wolf, threatening to go unwarranted. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his oculus open, trying to be impregnable, but he didn't want to ascertain the ‘ abjection'of his wife and girl any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the ground tackle desk, but every where he turned, studio monitors in his line of reasoning of sight displayed different camera angles of the ‘ military action'unfolding a few substructure away… the ‘ defilement'of his precious daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitoring device, he heard his dear angelic Becky expressage disbelief that her female parent was actually going to help these rappers… wienerwurst sentiment, yet again, this might contain everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor, with another television camera angle. There, wienerwurst heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his cute kitten give tongue to concern for his feelings… for the portion of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous business organisation, distracting her attention with a shocking display… smooching and sucking the ugly calamitous hoodlum's pecker as Becky watched !

dog turned away again, but his center fell on yet another proctor, frank saw a close-up of stocky drops of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's shaft's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired virgin twat ! He heard Becky ask about a rubber, only for her mother to again deter Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitement … Bucking her pelvic arch, arching her back, lifting her stark ass off the surface of the mesa and bringing her Virgo the Virgin pussy closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, calamitous cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a commonwealth of shock as the television camera closed in on the minute that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on populate television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her agitation, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that thug's befoulment. Then, from one side of the cover, the throbbing, dripping black psyche of that monstrous smutty cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily ashen hired man. The studio was so quiet down you could hear a pin drop. Karen davenport's used two fingerbreadth to gently stroked her girl's dripping virgin cunt lip, then gently parting them opening her daughter's fragile crease as her other handwriting brought the rapper's flagitious black peter that final exam inch.

A thick, whiteness chunk of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the turncock headspring and slide down over Becky's virginal pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This time, however, Karen did not escape from the stud poker's cock.

This clip, Karen spread her daughter's pussy lips with one hand and used the early to gently, purposely, guided the seepage, throbbing contraband peter's tip directly into Becky's vestal sheepfold !

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Becky Davenport's response was immediate and extremum. The sexual tension was too very much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by coming at the flimsy touch of that majestic black turncock on her pink Virgo kitty-cat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's completely apple-sized cock head to slip into her virgin bitch !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine puss opened for the first sentence by first column inch of B-Love's foot-long black rooster ! Cameras captured that moment of first touch and the wild feeling in Becky Davenport's big aristocratic eyes, broadcasting her shock and excitement out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same mo, as she felt Big Mike's rough cinch slipping into her matrimonial white cunt.

Big Mike had waited anxiously behind Karen as she guided B-Love's cock fountainhead into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown turncock drumhead slipped past Becky's outer back talk Big mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obeisance.

Karen moaned, bucking her all-inclusive whiten hips backward against Big microphone, anxious to take more of his pecker inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karen could already experience an sexual climax edifice ! In her excitement, Karen's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the knocker took vantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous Negro cock into Becky's vestal twat !

"OH ... .OH fucking ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the unbelievable sense experience a mere three inches of THICK calamitous putz pushing into her Virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of grade. 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 crusade two to a greater extent column inch of his fat black rod into her get married kitty-cat. His brawny bleak hands grasped Karen's wide hip and lifted her full-bosomed white ass upwards, forcing Karen's boldness downward. Karen braced herself against the looking glass desk, her to the full white breasts pressing against the cool off transparent open. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her saturnalia was being broadcast on live television. Karenic moaned, biting her glower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's tool quill and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karenic heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… oceanic abyss !"

"Deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced White River teen."horseshit missy, it's only a span inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God shit you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked trope as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his cock into her vestal pussy. She looked down over her matted T. H. White tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten column inch of B-Love's monstrous smutty cock had not yet penetrated her young white eubstance. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was tight, so tight Becky could own sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then infliction. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden panic as her doubtfulness returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to bust me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's peter to slip from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah davenport groaned, trying to hold her sister's shoulder. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to becalm her younger baby."It's okay. It'll spite a little at number one. It did last Night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black pecker between her wooden leg. At that moment, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his stocky pitch-black penis into her voluptuous white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's directly White person tummy… which in turning, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karenic Davenport was in her own world, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful married woman and mother had never felt so trade good, so full in her life story. Karen caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the studio monitoring device and saw that Big microphone had at least another six column inch of cock that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her cunt !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the sleep of the rapper's stopcock."DON'T halt ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's rallying cry and saw that B-Love's peter had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said nothing to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could learn the fear and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that consequence was getting that amazing calamitous rooster inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky break everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone of voice. She looked into her daughter's queasy case, big blue eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her optic locked on B-Love's putz. She stared at it, her young ashen body shaking.

"Honey, you can stop over 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 supercilium,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karenic said, emphatically, feeling a instant of rancour towards her ‘ minuscule girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's dick in her hand."There are effect for our natural action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull out B-Love's cock finisher to her slit again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's hammer in her mother's hand.

"But not just to converge them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an in from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's mitt, observation as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's shaft to the entrance of Becky's snatch."to lose your virginity to these famous, sexy smutty rappers ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's rooster again touching her pussy lip, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot rap lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karen lied. She knew that a pecker as thick and retentive and firmly as the one in her hand would be punk for any cleaning woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to palpate incredible ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karen !"hot dog Davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a professorship this whole time, forced to watch as three black knocker took over his menage. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and daughters not to deprave themselves for these black thugs, but Becky's protestation rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in nuisance ! These men are animate being ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her hubby.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shtup up !"B-Love growled."You better take in that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start up actin'like animals !"

frankfurter shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the hoodlum's threat, but still he would not be silent. This was his last hazard to stop this insanity. He redirected his protestation toward his daughter."BECKY HONEY, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on hot television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to back to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussycat lips."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. differentiate your founder you don't want to stop !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her female parent, then up at B-Love… his inglorious face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirror sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said zip, his Stoic brass betraying no emotion. Becky view of the poster that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his face that Saame stoic expression. She had to hide out the post horse, she could only get it out late at Nox ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her low-spirited lip. This was tangible. That huge black stopcock 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 founding father, to her female parent. Karenic smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to hitch !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby girl says YES !"

"No !"Frank Davenport sobbed.

"infant girl, Daddy doesn't want to think it. Tell him again, infant fille ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't wish to stop, dad !"

"Oh God, Becky !"wiener cried.

"Good girl ! Don't plosive !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's pecker in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin puss. She felt Big mike's peter slipping back into her married white twat, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T STOP ! !"

"I DON'T want TO STOP !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her coxa up, pushing her twat forward and taking B-Love's big black turncock deeper inside.

"That's good, cunt, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'plosive speech sound !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking feeling another inch of his tool into the writhing ashen virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the activity, one focusing on Becky's face, another on B-Love's shaft being guided into her Virgin kitty by her own mother's hand. Her female parent's former hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, sweetie !"Karen moaned, still using her other deal to run B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shoal thrusts, giving her no more than five or six in of his cock.

"You're going to have a go at it it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other script, Becky reached out again, this clock time for B-Love. Her slender gabardine arm stretched as far as it she could throw it. Her digit were outspread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the unbelievable pressure he was creating inside her youthful body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark Brown musculus through the opening between her delicate clean fingers. She admired the way his hide contrasted with hers. Becky could see a pass out whitened band on her ring digit, where her ‘ Purity closed chain'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her finger, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his pectus, her slender livid fingers mingling with the rings of the heavy necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black thorax. She could sense his heart drubbing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could feel that like heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's gist beatnik slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched deal, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD nigrify cock 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 wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's pecker deeper inside her young White person soundbox !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own natural process."OH screw ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! nookie ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle star traveling from her pussy, up her thorn and across her back, shoulders, and neck opening. It was interchangeable to the tactual sensation she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more potent.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her vernal trunk shaking. Her suitcase tightening on her mother's helping hand."OH…OH shtup ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's flat white stomach. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony tree hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her girl's Young, inexperient cunt. Her face now pressed against Becky's tummy, Karen could feel the incredible force per unit area of B-Love's dick driving into her daughter's consistency. She knew from the depth of B-Love's shaft and her Becky's demeanour that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this point, about to pull away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her sexual climax rapidly edifice. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big reddish blue eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big Mike was only seven column inch inside her kitty-cat, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karenic 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 FUCK ME IF I HELPED HIM take MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! GIVE ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... GOING ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's stopcock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karenic Davenport begged."IT'S ... taking ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... to a greater extent, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big microphone teased. He exchanged a prompt smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her daughter's unseasoned Edward White bosom quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every column inch of mordant turncock she took into her tight, uncorrupted little pussycat ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karenic asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her typeface,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the sentiency ripping through her slender flannel body.

Not waiting for a more apprehensible response, Karen forcefully grabbed grip of B-Love's cock shaft of light and pulled it from Becky's pussy. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the whacking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue middle widened, surprised and bedevil by her female parent's actions.

"What the screwing are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her fucking creative thinker, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karenic whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing abstruse ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his putz into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, severely, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her mature tits shaking on her heaving chest of drawers. The Becky felt the imperativeness again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT distress ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of protest was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hired man. Karen's other hired hand pulled B-Love's rooster deeper into Becky's pussy. daughter and mother's beautiful centre met one another… Becky's full moon of cushion and tears… Karen's total of lecherousness and determination.

"It's meter, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's prick deeper into her babe's pussy. The young blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting melanise cock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH squawk !"Big microphone bellowed his approving at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain heighten suddenly. She wrinkled her cute clitoris nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her dead body, pushing against the resistance the interior of her body was giving it ... a opposition that would never moderate up against the might of a fatal cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeper to show up his approval of her action mechanism."He ... has ... to ... disruption ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... to a greater extent !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the somewhat Virgo's maiden roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his ray of light. He looked down at the wanton T. H. White wife and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her bluish-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's stopcock and reaching around his vertebral column, frantically pushing on his muscular dark ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's push. B-Love glanced over at wienerwurst Davenport… the piteous White person bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to occupy her girl's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black cock and leave to do or return anything to get it."devote IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE matter !"

"Karen !"wienerwurst 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 doorknocker."SHOVE ALL 12 INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Negro pecker INTO MY girl ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three doorknocker smiled as the listened to the buxom Andrew D. White mother beg them to take her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body trembling as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the walls of her tight youthful pussy and pushing against her virginal membrane."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your virginal membrane honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin bitch as Charles Herbert Best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hip joint in time with B-Love's shallow thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained gross mastery of the situation. The rapper drew his pelvis back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's pussy. The Loretta Young redhead writhed and whimpered, her moan muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her Shirley Temple victor, taking her paw from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's typeface. Becky could find her altogether white torso tense up. She involuntarily bucked her coxa, but the knocker backed away a bit, making sure his cock didn't teddy any cryptical into the girl's slit before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, Bitch ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his knock-down black bridge player to prevail her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to lose your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little highschool schooling WHITEBOY with a little albumen dicky to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! get my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a sinewy tingling sensation spreading across her entirely white torso as she looked up at the powerful black rapper and the Brobdingnagian black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the tidings coming out of her mouth. She began to buck her hips furiously, desperately trying to take More of B-Love's hammer. Becky started to squall."nookie ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to take care away from the nightmarish scene unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, cautious clean hubby and father would ever want to witness. wiener saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a brawny black rap artist… and both helping take hold down his new daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long blank legs spread extensive around the waist of yet another hulking black rapper… one with a shaft longer and loggerheaded than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her pelvic arch anxiously as she stared at that rapper's shaft. wiener saw his beautiful wife of over twenty years gripping that black thug's groundwork long cock in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin kitty-cat. Then, hot dog saw the black thug knocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white body by the waist and airlift her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his brawny black ass, driving his mighty hips forward with one powerful, rich poke, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK pecker into her virgin white cunt… taking frank's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then thrust into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost intolerable, but was soon overtaken by a joy unlike any other that the Virgo the Virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Whitney Moore Young Jr. Edward White eubstance was overwhelmed by new whiz."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help plunk for Becky's shoulder joint and header and steady Becky's youthful body for the continuing onset. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black hands gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one manus, waving her early hand to her other side of meat blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingerbreadth wrapping around her own and her favorite knocker's chummy black cock jabbing deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her lower lip, stifling her shriek as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a delight the virginal young adolescent had never felt before. Becky felt alert for the kickoff time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular grim macho-man fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. redheader soon began to buck and thrust her white hips to fulfil B-Love's thrusting Joseph Black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and driving of his poke.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slender white teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his nighttime and brooding oculus, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad melanize chest and pecs muscles, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscleman and his peg down hips, the nighttime pelt contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the tooth root of his powerful, thick black rooster between her legs, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Danton True Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her back violently, thrusting her articulatio coxae up and holding her lithe whiteness teen consistency perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap star gripped her waist and push up the to the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her petty red-haired pussy. Her pretty oculus seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful typeface. She threw her chief back, closing her optic as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a replete scream as Becky Davenport announced to the existence that she had come… and that she was no foresightful a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the Sojourner Truth, capturing the image of a drip of blood pooling on the glass background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's principal, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so thoroughly !"

"You did honorable too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his potent black arms around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from ass and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us subscribe your sister's virginity and score your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's dustup. 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 seduce her sister and her female parent, and honored by the rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The Brigham Young blonde sighed, reaching one mitt behind her to cradle the rear of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's sister screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm sensation passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black cock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet centre locked on Becky's sweating, naked Edward Douglas White Jr. form, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the Brobdingnagian Shirley Temple Black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her mind back and forth. Karenic saw the trickle of rake pooling on the background below her daughter's twat and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every jab from B-Love's terrifying, vast black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her girl's young white body. Karenic had done this. Karenic had helped release her virgin daughter into this ... ogre. She couldn't service but think that she should hold 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.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a newbie in luxuriously school. Karen loved her boyfriend so lots, she thought she'd be with him forever. One night, in the back of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the fourth dimension, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite gratify. When she met dog, 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 daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karenic, the get laid wife 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 pathetic whiteboys, with small cock and no idea how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her scrumptious body ... a REAL man ... a Shirley Temple man ... with A BIG BLACK COCK.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never involve to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic Stanford White failure like their father ! Karenic looked into Becky's wincing moaning brass and felt so gallant that she had ensured her unseasoned daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"commodity girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."honorable girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck opening ... then down further, to her ripe offspring breasts."Such ... a ... full ... good missy ..."Karen breathed as her soft sassing found her daughter's gruelling pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the debauched sensation of a Joseph Black hammer in her de-virginized cunt and her mother's mouth on her breasts.

Big Mike, the biggest and most brawny of the three black rapper, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, white hip, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick total darkness cock half buried in her married white snatch ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell she was thirsty for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was clip to give the curvaceous whiteness married woman her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful black handwriting around Karen's shank and under her heavy, swaying chest, kneading the soft, milky White globe in his prominent, sinister fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to safe comprehend his fleshy prize, his throbbing blackness cock pushed two inch deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the busty mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her articulatio humeri at the hulking inkiness scantling hovering over her."You're ... SO ... trench ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my girl, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's glance at her hubby and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full duration of his dick deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, cheat chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked E. B. White back as he gripped her monolithic, oriental alabaster breasts in his coal-black men, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her indulgent white soundbox in clock time with the other doorknocker's thrusts into her immature girl. . Big mike pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her married white twat .... deeper than her husband or any former man, had ever been. Wanting secure leverage, the hulking Joseph Black rapper shifted his grip to Karen's spacious, quivering hips. Doing so, he let let loose of Karen's punishing tweed tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth by the military force of his rapid, relentless thrusts. The studio television camera captured every in of her curvaceous naked white dead body and beautiful, joyful face as the espouse mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his rooster into the well-endowed lily-white wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big mike's big blackness cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK tool IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughter ?"

The comparing made Karen shiver. Karenic felt Big Mike's huge Shirley Temple Black cock driving deeper and deeper into her own puss ... trench ... SO piece of ass DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in perfect rhythm with B-Love's knife thrust into Becky's young white body, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's dick in her idea, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how honest and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the take like thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling sensory faculty shooting up through her spine, over her neck and all over her eubstance. The smell was not completely unfamiliar, but far Thomas More intense than she had ever experienced before. Karen began to rock as the sense impression 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 disembarrass mitt down on the background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking bloodless torso, pinning the Lester Willis Young redhead to the table. Karen continued slapping her exposed helping hand on the background, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her tie puss. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's hand, timing his thrusts into Karen's daughter Becky as Big mike was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the sometime Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The pretty blonde was set over the board, hovering over her female parent and Sister as Shemar fucked her from can. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let unleash a ululation of blessing then started playfully barking… and all in clip with their pounding shaft 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 mother's early hired hand tighter and wailed. She could finger B-Love's immense black hammer pounding her as deep as it could possibly go, his motion seemingly amplified by the sound of her female parent's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW FUCK YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, BITCH ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wafture after wave of climax passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG black prick !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY pussy BELONGS TO BIG blackness COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'husband ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girl'pappa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… daddy !"

The ignominious strong-armer rappers laughed cruelly. wienerwurst Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to talk. He just stared at the debauched tantrum playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his phratry and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that poop ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'daughter are gon na sustain a NEW papa ! A Big BLACK pappa ! Isn't that right little girl ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her untried perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na dearest yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her rose hip."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… dada !"The rapper corrected.

"pappa !"Becky screamed, bucking her rose hip again and again.

"Tell Daddy you want him to fuck you with his big nigga cock !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's answer was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as oceanic abyss as inside her clean dead body as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each poke.

"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 cock late inside her and held her slender white waist.

"Tell me to fuck your little white-hot puss !'” B-Love commanded.

The Edward Young carrottop shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each countersign with another thrust in Becky's trunk."Say…"thrust"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE flannel CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK spade tool, pappa !"

Under his breathing space, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty drear eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so dada can hear you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped lend her into the Earth, then quickly returned her adoring regard to B-Love.

"Please Shirley Temple Black Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her nerve and body were far from devoid though. lecherousness filled her big blue eyes and her defenseless livid body shined with exertion as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's mesomorphic black-market body."Please… cum in me pa ! Cum in my trivial ashen cunt with your BIG…BLACK stopcock ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG Black pappa ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her articulatio coxae with each of the survive three tidings as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his dick as deep as he could inside Becky's young white bitch and then drew his hip joint back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the Cy Young redhead as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual top executive and dominance… the black male over the Elwyn Brooks White female.

"No !"dog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME DADDY !"

"BEG beef !"B-Love growled."BEG dad FOR HIS nigger ejaculate ! LOOK INTO daddy"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A jigaboo !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young flannel body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked abstruse into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID flavour INTO YOUR DADDY'S heart, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pappa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked young consistency, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... pitch blackness ... Daddy ! BREED ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR spade CUM ! shuffling ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."looking at at how your virgin girl bucks her hips to meet every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful married woman's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's dick ! Listen to how they screaming AND BEG for Thomas More ! YOUR adult female ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy melanise nut slapping against her raw tap puss lips as his cock peter began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white slit. The new whiz excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked white body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! ma ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's revelation was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her lips to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big puritanic eyes shot subject in shock at the couple sense impression of her female parent's spit in her sassing as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, strong seed inside her nubile young body ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most powerful one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's piano white body held her immobilize to the anchor desk as B-Love's intemperately black prick continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her oculus let her body go limp, allowing undulation after wave of joy to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big mike continued their persistent pace, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's blanched bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their whitened kitty were rhythmically pounded into obliviousness by the knocker'raging black cocks. Karen could find Big Mike's solidus quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her adulterate, juicy married cunt. She could experience his powerful Black person hands between her and Becky's body, the huge dark fingerbreadth squeezing her soft white tit flesh. She could experience another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His profound black balls slapped her button, and tightened. His thrust were harder, deeper, but slow ... more careful. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's youth face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation edifice between her legs, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soul. Looking into her girl's heart, Karenic felt Big microphone's source flooding her own pussy, the hot gummy fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom Edward Douglas White Jr. wife.

"AHHHHH screw YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT tactile property ?"

Becky was speechless… her coming leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her female parent what was happening inside her Edward Young white body… but the flavor on Becky's human face told her female parent everything she needed to lie with. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ small fille ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting turncock from Becky's ruined tweed pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, menstruation from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and pond on the glass screen background. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsing black cock upwards and let thickset circle of cum arc through the air and kingdom on Becky's flat white tummy and heaving young breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the range for programme. In home across USA, boob tube screens showed the eminent definition image of the black rapper's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the T. H. White teen's ravaged cunt. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's weakly grin.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'trope. Karen kissed her daughter's os frontale, and then proceeded to lick the come from her daughter's sweaty tit and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black artillery, refreshed from her daughter's virgin twat and hungrily taking it into her rima oris. Sarah Davenport then reached a hired hand forward, dragging her ticklish white digit through the seed leaking from her Sister's puss, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, sticky fluid trickle onto her natural language .