E & I EXCLUSIVE - percentage ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT Negroid penis ...

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The information processing system screen flickered to life with the image of a blaze sun. A small caption appeared in the scummy left corner of the screen :"The saboteur ( EXPLICIT ) / artist : Shirley Temple Black Phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at inaugural, 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 cap. Finally, the car's locomotive engine splatter and it pulls off to the side of the route. The camera angle cuts to the DoI of the car, showing a snowy kinsfolk. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back rear, reading a college orientation course brochure, is their passably white daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 role player. An strong-growing rap beatnik can be faintly heard on the fille's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her eyes. The married woman doesn't looking well-chosen either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. marauder circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze away. He looks at the railway locomotive, panicked, scratching his head. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his manus from the hotness. The girl sees her founding father shaking his hand and prancing around the front of the car. Again, the high gear schooltime alum rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cellphone phone. She picks up her prison cell phone and starts entering a telephone routine.

The camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the battlefront tooshie, watching her hubby, seemingly concerned for his accidental injury. Suddenly, the daughter's helping hand water faucet mom's articulatio humeri and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the sound and sees"THE WRECKER"on its screen. She looks at the girl, a bit appal, and shakes her chief. The girl tilts her drumhead at and nods toward her begetter. The mom sees him still prancing around in straw man of the car like a dumbbell, then turns back to the girl. The girl shakes her question and again offers mom the telephone. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling piranha again. The menage now has all the car room access open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his cap and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white chassis. The wife sits beside him, several blouse clit undone, and fans 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 orotund pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and ballpark in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab room access, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ razing ”. The door opens and a large black machinist gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a weighed down aggressive rap pulsation, the same one barely heard on the girl's earbuds earlier in the conniption. The grim automobile mechanic is improbable and very muscular, wearing some loosen match jeans and a tight tee. The girl watches him take the air toward the family car and smile. daughter slowly rolls off the car cap as her male parent and female parent get out of the car to greet the mechanic. The hubby opens the hood and tries to examine the locomotive again, but the towering total darkness mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his plaza in front of the car.

The mechanic coup d'oeil over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive, pretending to be interested, her arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hoodlum and showing off her lithe, scantily cloak body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unfastened revealing her inner cleavage of her sizeable titty and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how very much skin she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then coup d'oeil over her shoulder joint at the mechanic and bites her depress lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the forepart bottomland of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midsection. The mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the bend of her fuddled fiddling ass in her blue jean short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the missy's tiny shorts, over her insipid tan belly, her house sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eyes. The stud makes eye liaison with the girl, making for sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the locomotive engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the reefer. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her copious cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the auto-mechanic is satisfied with the oil meter reading, and that he has the mother and girl's attention, returns the dipstick to the locomotive engine, making sure to make a duad of special indicatory thrusting as he drives it home. The female parent gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap measure continues as the words are faintly heard. The sound character on the video is poor, but lyric poem can be made out :

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

The mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his muscular total darkness weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his drumhead, revealing his dark, powerful trunk, rippling with brawn. Mom's big disconsolate middle widen. daughter licks her lips, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the machinist's pocket and sees the pair of baseball glove he COULD have used to open the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The grease monkey looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the book binding of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic crimp down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his pitch blackness peel shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inches, but lure comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The mechanic walk of life back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the wife and daughter who are watching him with encompassing eyes and ecstatic care. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his belt. With one swift motility, he yanks the whang from his gasp and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for tribute. As this happens, the television camera Angle modification to show the disgraceful machinist in the foreground facing away from the tv camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes broad, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's peter. The camera returns to the previous camera slant within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the rap's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'locomotive's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'telephone call THE WRECKER"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather bang around the hook and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at to the lowest degree for the purposes of the music TV. The grease monkey activates the winch, lifting the straw man of the car from the road, then motions for the family to bring together him in the motortruck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench bottom, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the wife up, giving her turn ass a little pushing up into the hindquarters. next, the husband climbs into the cab and the car-mechanic leaves him to take caution of himself. The mechanic then walks around the front of his truck and climbs up into the driver's seat, but as his massive Negroid frame squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four the great unwashed will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to annul an out or keeping situation, the married man motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make room for the daughter. The wife declines the pass, and before the married man can assert, it's too tardy. The daughter hops into the mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad knocker mere inch from the automobile mechanic's full black face. The daughter turns around, facing the windscreen, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black trunk. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to aim as the white teenager wiggle and giggles in his lap. The language continue :

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

The husband and father flavor ill as he watches his teenage daughter wiggle in the dark shop mechanic's lap. The machinist moves his promontory left and right, trying to see around the girl's straits so that he can repel. 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 closing, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his panoptic black shoulders. The grease monkey glances downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample white cleavage. The shop mechanic seems to let trouble steering the truck, and the husband glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth River as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the driver who glances in the mirror, then at the husband. The grease monkey leer briefly, then looks at the Edward White stripling in his lap and the pretty white wife sitting next to him. A smile slowly spreads across his cheek. Suddenly, the auto-mechanic slams the bracken. The girl in his lap clutches the dashboard and the driver's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The mechanic looks over at the hubby and nods toward the family's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough way in the cab for him to force safely. The husband hesitates for a instant, looking at his daughter, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the hand truck's cab with this brooding black alien. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange whiney looking at, the husband glimpse again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his regard. The husband furrows his eyebrow in worry, and the wife grinning at him, as if to secernate him that she won't let anything unseemly happen to their daughter. The hubby takes a deep, amplify breath and opens the truck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the door behind him, the husband pats his property on the truck's workbench ass, indicating the married woman should scoot over and make room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the married man gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench prat. The mechanic Begin to motor away sits back to rag in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the large rear window of the truck cab. A worried tone creeps across the married man's aspect as he sees that in nastiness of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the husband a very harsh ride in the towed family unit car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will interfere, and obviously she is aware of the issue. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench backside is saying something to the automobile mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the grease monkey and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's face shows suffering and fear ! He begins hitting his car's motor horn, trying to get the truck driver's aid. Finally, he sees his married woman moving to the snapper of the work bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the device driver's lap. Suddenly, the hand truck swerves violently and the husband falls forward in his seat, his deoxyephedrine falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the confused eyeglasses, finally finding them and putting them back on his brass. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, shouting, and waving her blazonry. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the shop mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a hind end on the far side of the motortruck's cab. The husband is about to catch one's breath a sigh of succor until he sees that his daughter is still squirming. At firstly, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the automobile mechanic's lap and that his married woman is trying to retain her spine. The hubby sees his wife looking at him from the truck's derriere window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to point him, but their daughter seize her hired man and violence them down, under the truck's butt window, out of opinion. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her face. She is not trying to rise over her female parent to get back into the car-mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to labour her female parent closer to the grease monkey. The husband watches, confused as his married woman shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the mechanic and holder her hands down. He can see that his married woman is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his married woman is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the Word of God"I'm sorry"just before their girl pushes her read/write head down, below the rear window.

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

The automobile mechanic seems distracted by something and the motortruck begins to swerve violently again. The married man, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car trumpet. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's bum window. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The girl laughs and waves at her father. She then moderate her hands up, thenar 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 front of her mouthpiece, making a ‘ cock sucking gesture'! The hubby doesn't quite realize and starts hitting the horn again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear windowpane of the truck. His pretty white married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the nigrify car-mechanic. As the girl does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare Patrick White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and panties ! The father ticker, sass agape love, as his daughter climbs back in social movement of the driver, facing him this clip, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his daughter's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the truck'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 tow truck !"

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to halt. He sees his reasonably white married woman looking at him from the rear windowpane of the truck. He shakes his heading at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale down in the mouth centre full phase of the moon of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the front of her blouse and violently rips it open, revealing her ample, bra clad titty. Like her daughter's Bikini top, the wife's blouse flies out the window and up into the smart desert sky. Looking out the window at her hubby, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her tweed mitt, tossing it too out the window ! The hubby frantically, helplessly, blasts the car trumpet again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one last time, blowing him a candy kiss with one bridge player and waving good-by, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a substitution. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's sweetener releases the crime syndicate car which drops to the highway at seventy land mile an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe point as he watches the wrecker parkway off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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The telecasting ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 telephone number and the motto ..."shout the wrecker !"

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

Two high schoolhouse seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such stuffy attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring simple at the computing device screenland. She was the more innocent of the two young lady. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was 18 and beautiful. She was magniloquent, slender, with farsighted red hair, alluring green eyes, and a scant sprinkling of freckle across the bridge of her olfactory organ."I'd know you said the telecasting would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

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

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

"You are practically AMISH !"Lauren teased. Both the lady friend laughed.

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her household was very religious. Becky's beginner was a very Conservative man who attended church meetings twice a workweek. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her former sister Sarah had been raised with conservative Christian note value. They were not to coiffure provocatively, use choke off language, enjoy ‘ unfitting entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these rules with no job. Becky however, was a bit rebellious and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the folk. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done things like bust mid-riff uncovering circus tent to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boy.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative tops covered more sputter than did most of the other teetotum worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the program library and lost path of meter. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in bitchiness of the number of male child who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial exploit for a high-school senior as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a honour hoop, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would stay on 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 wild streak that Becky did induce, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her acquaintance Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ underground'rap radical called"lightlessness member ”. The song were commodity, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more than of the birdcall on the cyberspace, but had some difficultness. The few links that she found for"Black genus Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on porn sites for some intellect. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those locations. blackamoor Phallus CD's seemed impossible to encounter in topical anaesthetic music memory board, so Becky had to make do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the young woman at school were storm that conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of blackness Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong speech rhythm and beats made her neediness to dance. What she didn't citation to her peculiar friend was that the birdsong were stirring secure urges than just dancing ... and that on the rare occasions that conservative Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Black Phallus song to achieve the best climax. More and more, she wanted to listen their euphony and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her friend Lauren came over to chaffer, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their euphony telecasting 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 clipping from a porno flick ?"

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

"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 ‘ mechanic'get up."

Lauren laughed."Yeah, I know dork, I was kidding. Look, it's a decriminalize video, I got it from their web site. It's the first gear one they ever did, and it got banned from VH1 and MTV after one showing."

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

"wilderness huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you enquire if the rumors are confessedly ..."

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

"The rumors about their birdcall being based on actual events."Lauren said casually."A mom and girl together ! Can you guess what form of guy would pull that off ! It's so HOT !"

"Oh ..."Becky said, almost discomfited that her booster wasn't going to talk about the early rumour, before realizing what Lauren was implying about the video they'd just seen."Oh ! Ew ! The mother and daughter thing ?"

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

"receipts !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are Thomas More ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to curb her excitement, afraid that Lauren would cogitate her interestingness was less than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'software blocks the site."

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

"What consultation ?"Becky asked.

"WHAT INTERVIEW ! !"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 help ... so ?"Becky said, her center widening, not fully believing what her champion was saying.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will meet them ! You have to recite her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and see them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a whisper."That would be amazing ! Do you intend you could get me a VIP pass too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The Whole Truth'and peach about their medicine being so democratic in the baseball 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 system for a ‘ live no-holds barred, single interview and show United States and the rest of the world what Shirley Temple Black 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 populate and uncensored, and there's some kind of special on-demand pay-per-view variety of deal. There's supposed to be some kind of streaming television thing on their website, probably one on KNEN's website too, but you have to pay to see it."

Becky frowned. Her parents didn't let her have a course credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to accession a idiot box interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

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

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was unmanageable for her sheltered mind to ideate how much juicy the lightlessness member music videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to cheat, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Shirley Temple Black Phallus might make their music telecasting. The thought of seeing titillating scenes unfolding while their medicine played excited Becky deeply. She began to flush, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of class ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with wonder, she decided to rally her sheltered booster a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their go shows ! I wonder if the audience will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ angry ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's tarradiddle of orgies and sex political party that the rappers supposedly threw on circuit, or in recording studio apartment, or on the flick set of their music videos, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts 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 want to descend ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

Becky smiled at her savvy protagonist."I ... I think I should call up my Sister !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of about recognized and respected young women in American television journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the in high spirits scores of anybody in the wad communications line of business, and immediately found employment with a cable news program meshing. It was a sound job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In Truth, the job probably should have got gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the youthfulness and personality that the electronic network executives had wanted, and her rawness made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a killer human body, unflawed white complexion, dazzling smile, and big spicy eye. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick mass of wavy, silky, blonde pilus that she kept cut above her neckline. Her voice was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a sort of delicate huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'face, ‘ not-so-innocent'vocalization, 36c/d-28-36 image, and her sexy outfit, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement newsworthiness account. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a menage name. Before long, her picture graced the cover of piles of magazines, and she received many remunerative offer for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the aid, she was foiled that it seemed to focus so practically on her appearance. Money and picture were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a diarist. She started to try and encounter down her young image, and began to raiment a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing designer case in dour colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the media, including her own meshing, seemed only to see a pretty brass who reported on spark, fluffy, entertainment word. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her presence had increased the mesh's ratings ten-fold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted to a greater extent money, she could take the various modeling and advertizing offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to make.

When her contract bridge came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for More money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth interview, with edgier, more controversial fame. The network however, being rather conservativist, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the Brigham Young ‘ amusement correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could resign, and seek greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was fickle and had a short-run retentiveness. With her husband nightstick 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 to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another yr, she received a speech sound birdsong from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar lot as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news show network. In add-on to a sizable new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a full faculty at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would reach Jessica the chance to propose story ideas, and to do in-depth interviews with controversial entertainment figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment intelligence programme, but nobody at the network would be looking down on her for reporting on that content because the whole network was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was niggling risk in taking the job. The network was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no strings attached, so even if the meshing didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were numberless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her hubby, Billy, for a cushy job with their network. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this net, unlike her electric current employer, would give her the treat her like the worthful asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the mesh that made her far-famed, and took the whirl from KNEN, King meshwork amusement News.

KNEN had appeared on the mass medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and potent network. They targeted what some perceived to be an audience often neglected by the news media… minority and young markets. To appeal to this interview, KNEN combined serious electric current social occasion reporting with an edgy vernal range, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented staff to support that prototype. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that sinister males seemed to constitute the legal age of the principal executive faculty. Jessica was felicitous to be working for such a progressive web. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen mole rat. She always had fresh yield and bottled Caribbean spring water in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her populace popularity remained quite senior high. The only thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, billy seemed less and less interested in making beloved to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy club McFarland, too, always had a goodish supply of bottled water in his post, but unlike his wife, Billy was not happy at KNEN. first-class honours degree he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the oeuvre would be ‘ easier'since his utilisation was basically a backsheesh to his wife. Then there were his fellow worker. Billy hadn't realized that he'd have to bring with so many blacks ! Billy had always thought of black as lazy, and his employees were no exception. He tried to solace himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to assign occupation to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, nightstick was tied to his desk day after day, often working late nights, doing the body of work that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisory program, but they were all blackness men. He couldn't even bring himself to recount Jessica. billy club felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters risky, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to shit her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every nighttime, and Billy's debilitation and strain kept him from keeping up with her demand. He hadn't been capable to take love to his young, sexy wife more than twice since the move to KNEN six calendar month ago. Billy knew that he was the only affair that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every Night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden lack of interest in her eubstance ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could tell there was something wrong, but as much as she loved Billy, and as tidal bore as she was for their sex living to give back to normal, she didn't have clip to regain out what the problem was. There were other matters on her head. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black Phallus ”.

"inkiness Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teens and college students, but it was never heard on the receiving set or seen on television because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap creative person whose lyric poem created images of extreme violence. What was strange was that black phallus's words weren't controversial because of violent imagery, but because of their sexually expressed nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their telecasting had ever been aired on tv set, on one of the cable television medicine networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that walloping, pitch blackness Phallus refused to allow any channel to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The medicine video channels refused to air the television without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the early Black Phallus picture were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own website, with the elision of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored physical body ) on television.

In cattiness of all the arguing and unavailability of their music, the group had managed to become very popular in underground rotary, and beginning to bear an impact on pop culture. Thus every magazine, television program, and newsworthiness network remotely connected with the entertainment manufacture wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the impossible. Black Phallus agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the group had been reached after weeks of extensive, secret negotiations with KNEN executives. The dialogue were so secret that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprise when she was told that they'd agreed to an sole interview. She was even more surprised to discover that she would be the one expected to bear the interview, and that she had only three days to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her number one, best probability to shew that she could be a truly provocative diarist, rather than just some desk-bound eye candy. As exciting as this vista was, Jessica felt incredibly queasy about the audience. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'consultation, she'd had very little fourth dimension to do any enquiry on the radical. entropy was limited, since no audience 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 Phallus's record recording label, ingredient X.

Then of class, Jessica was worried about the concessions and understanding that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial group would fit in to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio performance, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen euphony videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN devote a whole ‘ prime sentence'even to"Black genus Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the audience. In addition to this, the mathematical group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineers to man studio apartment's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crowd would not be salute. What was More, due to the controversial and instigative nature of some of their words and political prospect, the chemical group insisted on extra security cadence, including security control of the studio apartment for members of their own security squad. Finally, the group demanded that the audience be conducted by a certain day of the month, due to their fuddled schedule. This stopping point condition had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable news network, KNEN was in a post to fill the mathematical group's requirement. The John R. Major sticking point the meshwork had supposedly had was the censorship consequence. To deflect any potential FCC obscenity usurpation and exit, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible explicit message'warning that the cognitive content may be of a"computer graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under eighteen class of age, and some early viewers ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's site, and total darkness Phallus's website, with the same obscenity admonition. Of grade everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap mathematical group to execute some kind of unconscionable publicity stunt. Even if the forefend FCC amercement, they risked millions of dollars worth of suit and sponsor losses. In nastiness of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the single interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the mathematical group 's experimental condition were met, and the audience was set up.

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

The verity was that both Black Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the same organization, Solomon top executive's ebony & Ivory endeavour, Inc. To help obscure this connexion from the journalistic artistry of certain reporter, the only if interview that Black Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various business organization, all with one John R. Major agenda, the intimate dominance of mordant men over Stanford White char. For the most component part, E & I controlled businesses were very elusive in their advancement of the docket. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to enhance black men's physique and sexual power.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical substance,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost unmanageable intimate arousal in women, and get impotence among men. The bottled urine with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's pee. This was standard useable routine. Over the old age E & I had used these chemicals to quietly inhibit private women and even whole business sector, and then use them to produce interracial porno or other textile to advance E & I's agenda. For protection function, none of the apparently ‘ legitimate'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a result, E & I businesses operated with yard of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agendum. The only connection between these businesses and E & I was that their topmost executive were all X-serum-enhanced black men, and trusted lieutenants to Solomon King. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's corporate benefit.

Black Phallus's platter label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's schedule by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial themes. The plan was that the angry young black male person and rebellious white younker that listened to rap medicine would hear this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to think every give-and-take of it. Black male person would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged quest for sexual encounters with white women. flannel male person would start to see mordant male as sexual superiors, and find embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and diminished penises. White girls who heard the medicine would lead off to see ashen Male as unworthy and black males as the most suitable sexual specimens.

Black member was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically enhance black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every call on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual top executive of black men, and subverting E. B. White male gender. The philosophical system that the group advocated was that smuggled men were the sexual alpha males of the human race. As such, smuggled male had the right to make out and spawn any woman, every woman, they wanted… even married womanhood, and especially white woman. What better way to prove their claims than by seducing a beloved, married American picture on television ? So it was that Black Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her head teacher around her boss 's open office door ; `` I have those unedited written matter of the"Black Phallus"CD and music videos you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young assistant 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 stack. Before Sarah left the way Jessica motioned for her to remain.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with long dark-blonde tomentum that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or medallion. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark colors, buttoned-up choker, and a rather unfashionable style of glass. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beaut and figure were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attention a second cerebration though, as she was very conservativist and engaged to be married. She was form of an ingenuous, but quite bright, with an excellent disposal and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's demand. They had formed a close, sister-like adherence in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first gens term, though Sarah thought it crucial to pertain to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at work. Anything less might weaken Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to make trusted she never harmed Jessica's vocation that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone set 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 merging for the rest period of the day, but I 'm sure Sarah can accommodate you. Okay, that will be delicately then. Bye. ''

Jessica put the receiver down and turned to her lovely young assistant.

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in frustration for much of the day. It was shady to take heed to her. Sarah was a religious miss and never swore. She never used the Lord's name in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groan, sighs, moans, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an supporter for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm indisputable I can clear it on my own. I don't like calling tech livelihood ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll stimulate meter to shape it while you're at your coming together ... 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 consultation with total darkness Phallus is tomorrow Nox ? Some of their congressman are coming by to see out the studio apartment. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the strained expression on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a pair of their producer. Why ? ``

'' I 'm dreary Ms. McFarland, '' Sarah interrupted, `` I do n't stand for to be difficult ... it 's just ... that mathematical group. They have a reputation ... I'm a little worried about who I'd be meeting with ..."

Jessica leaned forward and took her help 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our mesh. I need you to endure me here Sarah. Put on a brave face, flash them that winning smiling of yours, and you 'll be fine ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a bunch of shock value plug and double anyway. It 's okay, honestly, it will be okay. '' It was easy for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the videos, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire copy until of late in her inquiry.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big news show as this one is, we have to make forfeiture to get the first base wisecrack at the narration. The chemical group had only had a dyad of evenings free to dedicate to this audience, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The tale about Black Phallus's limited handiness was a mixture made up by E & I. The real reason that Jessica was being limited to two days of enquiry meter was a security precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon Rex wanted to make certain there was footling or no chance for her to ascertain a connecter between her own employer, and the controversial rap mathematical group.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'm so no-good Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the soft negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can have a VIP guest in the studio that night. security system is going to be extra blotto when these guys are here, and the group will experience their own security system as well."

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

"It's probably for the unspoilt you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that mathematical group's demographic bracket is expanding exponentially to include T. H. White female age 18 to 25."

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

"I don't understand it either."Jessica admitted,"All the research I've done so far lecture about how explicit their music is, and there are rumor that some of the videos 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 oral sex."I can't believe they agreed to that !"

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

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

"I know,"Jessica interrupted,"I know. The electronic network warned me that they might try and deplumate something. In fact the network is counting on it. They're even airing disavowal in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored television broadcast would give these hombre the perfect chance to stage a very seeable stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any tangible danger, so they asked me to play along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reports about Negroid phallus's confine availability, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cut through story. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view idiot box formatting and the web simulcast. Such broadcasts, with strong disclaimers, would leave them to disperse sexually denotative music TV, free of FCC interference. Of course, it would earmark them to broadcast any sexually denotative content ... not just from the music videos, but also anything that might transpirate in the news studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any ok they levied would easily be paid by telecasting cut-rate sale of that very program !

"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 mystifying breath. The true statement was, she was a little upset, but was forcing herself to persist calm air."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guys are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first off IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE chance, for all of us ! An consultation with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's star newsperson, the network is not about to let me follow to any injury ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to shift the subject field from those unspeakable Joseph Black rappers to her recent interlocking."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the band to my finger !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the mob. It was not a typical engagement band. It was a bedaze kinsfolk heirloom in amber, platinum, and adamant. The platinum set was etched and inlaid with a soft gold pattern. This delicate design had been the case of the tintinnabulation 's lengthy correspond adaption. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's household ?"

'' He said about a hundred and fifty years ! '' Sarah exclaimed excitedly. `` He was going to hold back until the wedding to acquaint it to me, but he said he was just that certain that I was the one ! It's so gorgeous ! I'm never ever going to aim it off ! ``

'' He must roll in the hay you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her supporter. It was so Nice to see a mellifluous girl so in dear with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can take him glad. He's been so patient role with me ... with my beliefs 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 letting Brad pack her virginity was the dark he proposed ... and even then she decided against it. Brad had to sink for a hand-job instead. She'd given him a few to a greater extent hand-jobs since their engagement, but she never went any farther than that. She never felt the urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the natural sexual urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen age had grown incredibly substantial. She didn't fully understand why, and could only imagine that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was anxious to hand herself to him. Sarah counted herself lucky that he'd had to go on a business trip to Europe for a few month. She would possess hated to give in to her impulse so close to her tie day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only go worse since Brad's exit two month ago ... and it would be another two calendar month before he returned ! Every night she went to log Z's thinking about her wedding 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 thinker wandering to her recent desires and recently frequent intellection of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As unmanageable as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my belief. I mean, believe that my consistence is a temple, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before spousal relationship because I believe its wrong. The only reason Brad's not having sex before wedding is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really unmanageable for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

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

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

Jessica realized too late what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! Billy would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Recent epoch ‘ problems ’. No matter how frustrating her married man's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her youthful secretary !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a minuscule recollective. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to stay on the conversation. She didn't want to hazard re-opening the subject she had barely closed. Billy's powerlessness had become a source of creeping and intense frustration for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret mooring. She wasn't about to take that risk of exposure again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her assistant."Sarah, I know you're come to about those guy from Onyx record coming tonight. Don't vexation about it. Just comport professionally, and I'm sure they'll behave and dainty you appropriately. If they don't let me know ! answer any query they have, help them out anyway you can, and lock up afterwards. Okay ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite close, working together in their few month and farseeing 60 minutes at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to anchor a tidings program, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a great career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her belittled office, conterminous to Jessica's, running symptomatic programs on her computer for practically of the day. Nothing she tried seemed to work, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a belt at her threshold.

Sarah opened the door to see two very expectant, very hefty, very disgraceful valet towering in strawman of her. One wore a black suit, the early was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants rig, almost like jammies. He also wore a duo of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat crooked links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but find both of the men very freehanded. In addition to their elevation, the men were both very muscular. Their hide was a flawless, copious, warm up, chocolate Robert Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright green center darting from one dark facial expression to the early. The early man stood, silent and expressionless, his oculus hidden by the conventionalised sunglasses he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an ill-chosen silence until the man in the suit finally spoke.

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

"YES ! right field ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange doings. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the net match of months. What was coming over her ? There was an uneasy quiet while Sarah tried to amass her thought. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her booking ring.

"Nice ring."The erst silent whale finally spoke ! He kept his vocalisation low, unruffled, 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 months ago."For some reason, Sarah felt almost ashamed to include to these two beautiful men that she was engaged to be married.

Silently, the colossus slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's midget white mitt in his giant black palm. Firmly, he held her helping hand while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the halo. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens ice. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's handwriting. He continued to apply it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong digit while he continued silently admiring her engagement band ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her deal away, and was afraid to speak to the giant man holding her script. She just looked at him ... looking at her tintinnabulation ... The three were dumb for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nervus to utter to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eye off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her script.

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

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

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

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingle in her groin ... the Sami one she'd felt the dark Brad had proposed. The Lapp one that had been building up over the finale few week. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to take a shit sure everything you have is compatible with Black Phallus's need, for tomorrow night's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can facilitate you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the space grim lens on the blank Black face of the indorse man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second base man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily abuse backward into her business office,"I have a large piece of cogwheel that I need you to help me test tonight. It could aim much of the night, but I trust I can depend on your complete co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the indorsement man's shades. She was captivated by her reflection ... her fragile white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black lineament."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of path you do !"The man said, placing his large blacken hands on either position of Sarah's soft white face. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to displace backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the room access closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hr later, when Jessica returned from her coming together. In her surge to get out the office that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black phallus"telecasting behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking by Sarah's office doorway, and heard the unmistakable sounds of her Loretta Young helper moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her helper's stubborn streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem 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 officious, and Jessica didn't want to risk picking up the awkward conversation she'd nearly started that good afternoon. She'd come too close to talking about her husband's very personal job !

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's Holocene epoch deficiency again, but she couldn't helper it. It had been calendar month since the two of them were informal, and researching Negroid member's sexually expressed language had only heightened Jessica's sexual tension. Even talking about sex in vague condition seemed to make her recollective for a fucking that she hadn't been capable to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing truncheon tenseness, but he wouldn't tell her anything. shucks him ! Why couldn't he do ? No… no that wasn't bazaar. he-goat was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put thoughts of her married couple out of her capitulum and started to thumb through some of the research as she waited for the elevator. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of delight erupted from Sarah davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would have been shocked by the sight. The office was a mess. composition had been thrown around the elbow room. The data processor, that had been giving Sarah so much difficulty throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the flooring. On Sarah's desk, in plaza of the discarded calculator, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked stack of black and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH JESUS shtup CHRIST ... YES ! ! FUCK YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive lightlessness cock pushing deeper and deeper into her recently virginal white cunt. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hairsbreadth and a distich of fogged-up glasses on her jolly white expression. Her beautiful white-hot body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative wearable, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sweat that caused her shine white skin to polish like wet onyx marble.

Sarah's naked white soundbox was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect black cock between Sarah's fully, mild, E. B. White breasts. He pushed her tits together around his slurred black shaft, using her soft egg white flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen Negroid cock-head sticking up between her breast. Behind Sarah, the big black in the sunglass ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big Joseph Black hands on her bantam white waste, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monolithic dark dick into the pretty Caucasian assistant.

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

"OH DEAR FUCKING GOD !"Sarah swore."OH SWEET Deliverer ... screw ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'demeanor that the previously prim-and-proper religious young woman had learned to value in the last few minute ...

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

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

The blackamoor laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your groom-to-be ?"The nameless studhorse asked."Tell me ... how long has that misfortunate dumb whiteboy been waiting to sleep together THIS pussy that I'm ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG NIGGA COCK ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the pitch-black demanded.

"4 ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the disgraceful in the sunglasses increased the stride of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... age !"she gasped.

"So tell me, Sarah,"Watkins asked,"were we worth the time lag ?"The inkiness laughed again ...

As the Negro laughed at their own joke query, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling belly laugh of orgasm. She had waited twenty-four long time to present herself to the man she would marry. Her fiance had waited four age to be that man. Just about six months before the big day ... she gave it up to two black men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the shameful fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo the Virgin ... before ... your ... big ... inkiness ... turncock !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the Shirley Temple fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your pussy while you scream that shit ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the unknown black stud fucked her snatch, and Tom Watkins fucked her mouth and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the first slurred jets of Watkins'hot cum blasted her passably white face. She was still screaming it through cum-covered lips when she felt the nameless stud's pecker shooting its hot, virile seed into her no-longer virginal Edward D. White pussy.

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two blackness studhorse threw some clothes on and left the room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on weak legs and surveyed the chaos of her function. She saw a picture of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the level. She stared at her sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so dire to satisfy the pitch blackness penis rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP pass to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would happen to Becky if she had granted that petition, and that thought turned her on !

Sarah now knew exactly what the chemical group had planned. This was why studio security wasn't allowing VIP passes that Nox, they didn't want anything to risk disrupting the program. Sarah dared not do anything to endanger her new admirer'plan, so she realized she probably couldn't get her sister into the studio that night. Still, the was something she could do for Becky ... something she felt compelled to do for her sister.

Sarah picked up her telephone set, laying on the floor with the receiver off cradle and emitting an objectionable beeping that indicated the line was disconnected. She reset the disconnection clitoris, and punched in a headphone number. Becky's voicemail answered, so Sarah started to result 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 do 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 matter of hr."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 decision that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. surety is just too tight for me to get you a VIP notch but I really want to throw sure enough you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my mention circuit board number so that you can order it on pay-per-view or lookout online. I'll try and get their autograph for you too."

Sarah thought for a instant longer. She really wanted to do better for her sis. She wanted to get her some sinister cock."Becky ... make sure you stay fresh your speech sound on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

Billy McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been home for 2 hours, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on satellite, fumbling uselessly with his limp dick. It was rare that he ever got home before Jessica these daytime, so he wanted to take advantage of the metre alone by trying to get his peter up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some electronic 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 patronage attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his gumshoe a gentle squeeze. Soft and limp.

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

"I'm sorry…"Billy muttered, turning away, humiliated, unable to present his beautiful wife.

"It's fine honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a daily shirt and slacks, then left the bedroom. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex life and man and wife, she could knead on her interview interrogation and research. Jessica went to her abode office, powered up her computer and began studying her research and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of second and third gear lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in case she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the euphony videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the track listing on the CD, and marked the tracks that were on her music DVDR. She could skip the those tracks and watch their videos later, thus saving a short time ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was conclude to midnight when Jessica put the written matter of"Only Natural"into computing device and plugged in a pair of earphone. 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 material, she'd read some language from some of the Song dynasty, but hadn't procured a copy of the full textile until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR medicine videos. Every one song on the album was sexually expressed. It wasn't just a ingathering of bad words though. The Sung on"Only cancel"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the songs were all about Shirley Temple Black men having sex with white women, all kinds of white women ; youthful, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even More shocked when she read the CD's lining banknote. The radical contended that all of the Sung on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking call, considering the tarradiddle told in some of the song, particularly the some of the storey that the birdsong told.

This first song was called"size DOES matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, SIZE DOES subject !"It was about all the stereotype of melanise men and abnormally large phallus. The song underscored the whole school of thought of the group, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a cockeyed myth.

"Reparations"was about a bootleg history project in a college class, where flannel scholar had to go ‘ slaves'for Negroid scholar for two weeks. The Elwyn Brooks White female students end up becoming sex slave for black men, while the white Male students were forced to watch. At showtime, Jessica thought the strain was ridiculously aggressive and anti-Semite, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political irony about race relations and the fear that many whites have of integrating with the black community. Maybe these rapper weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the Sung dynasty told, the denotative lyrics slowly started to arise on her. Many of more than the songs seemed to be tongue in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some kind of racial satire, and that the ‘ true story'claims were just region of the act, made to engender controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the birdsong were so outrageous.

"dearest, I'm family"told the story of a clean man who comes home early, only to find his wife in bed with the dim neighbour. Jessica saw this song as a commentary on the preconception awe that E. B. White people have of keep in the same vicinity with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High School that has to correct to an influx of African-American bookman when an inner city school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of student to instructor will be thrown out of balance ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white school. The strain goes on to describe how the black Male seniors seduce all the white girls and the hot white teachers. Jessica again saw this Song dynasty as an using of racist fears and social comment on white flight of steps from the intimate city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a Andrew Dickson White man vying for a promotion. He invites his dim boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy Theodore Harold White wife, he tells the couple that he'll give her hubby the promotion, if she lets him fuck her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The giant grim man fucks the Edward Douglas White Jr. wife on the dinner party board, not bothering to eat any of the solid food or clear the table first. The next week, the boss gives the furtherance to another black man ... whom the egg white wife also happily agrees to roll in the hay ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to cease affirmative action.

"Spirit Stick"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a victory orgy for the opprobrious basketball team. There was a ‘ humorous'twist at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the equal schoolhouse's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the birdcall was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't avail but smile at the idea of the dumb jocks'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satiric lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to allow that the music itself was quite good. The enceinte bass round were warm and coursed through her body, making her want to dance, or at least move with the euphony. Jessica burned the remaining call to her MP3 role player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the way.

Jessica let the steady, inexorable beat overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a long time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little steamy. The lyrics still played through the euphony, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a conscious horizontal surface. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the rhythm of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more shocking timbre the song began to take. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the side by side song was featured as one of her music picture, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' spade In The Grant Wood Pile '', the adjacent track, was an even more humorous call than the previous ones. Using music samples from the old sappy dearest song,"You're Having My infant ”, It told the floor about a man witnessing the parturition of 'his'low gear nestling. When the baby is born, its Shirley Temple Black, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

"Black-Cock-Pit"was about an airplane flying that turned into an mixed orgy.

"beloved privy"was about a Andrew Dickson White girl writing a break-up letter to her high-school mellifluous heart ... explaining that she's discovered BLACK MEN at college !

"Hot Elwyn Brooks White Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young white wife"to have a babe, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to strike a blackness fan !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a white woman who finds herself compelled to entertain her high-school-soccer playing son's blackamoor teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist blank college girl who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's affair with a inkiness man. The black man moves into the family and has to assert his confidence over the daughter showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The House"told the tale of a black floater who is taken in by a respectable Christian conservative sept, and how within a week he seduced both of the family's twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the begetter is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last cut was the title track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the medicine so much that she failed to notice that this birdcall was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The strain underscored the philosophy of black manly sexual superiority and authorisation, from the angle of ‘ natural choice ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ natural'right wing to breed any woman they wanted. The vocal contended that deep down, every char knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially ovalbumin women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by smuggled men. It was ‘ only natural ’.

By the end of the lowest track, Jessica was sweating, and her intact body was tingling. She realized that after week of being untouched, the sexually expressed lyric poem of"blackness Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billystick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw surface the door to her office and went to her chamber. baton was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the battlefront of his pants… null. She gently bit his earlobe. he-goat muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back snag. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her post, 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 wound up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music TV on her desk and grabbed the title that attracted her attention earlier… something called"White Wedding, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the euphony TV into her computer. Not wanting to wake billystick, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to catch the video. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her body, again igniting a fire that no cold shower bath was going to dowse…

Jessica's big disconsolate eyes locked onto the filmdom as the first images flickered to aliveness. What happened next was like an out of eubstance experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"albumen Wedding, Blacked Brides"music video recording seemed to be a series of vignettes about brides ditching their hostler on their nuptials day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's Wedding border district, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive bass cadence, and a female Greek chorus chiming the dustup"I Do"repeatedly.

The possibility conniption showed the rappers standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a funnies golf club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backdrops were of backlit stained glass ‘ walls ’, evocative of church window. The dancers were all Loretta Young white women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a espousal motif. All the young woman were slender, with full titty and long, bright hairsbreadth. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sort, Andrew D. White high-heels, and some lean white lingerie. One female child, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another girl, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, Patrick Victor Martindale White satin gloves. A third gear girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and G-string panty, with a supporter belt and fishnet stockings. The former girl in the background were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper rod', similar to those scene in strip clubs. Jessica noted that the poles were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girls danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown Pole, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' forbear. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eye directly into the camera and sang the lyric poem `` I Do ... I Do Black person Men, And Only Black Men '' !

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

The screen cut to a beautiful blond bride walking down the gangway, then standing, facing her stableman, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the euphony continued, the tv camera injection showed that the St. Brigid was in fact looking over the groom's berm, at the best man… a handsome, bald, Shirley Temple man ... obviously portrayed by one of the doorknocker. The Bridget smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The stud poker runs his tongue over his lips slowly, the bride nods, hypnotized… We see her fiddle nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the gay outside of the church service as the Brigid and groom emerge to a cascade of Elmer Rice or birdseed from all many of the marriage ceremony Guest. They rush to the limo, where the groom gallantly opens the door for his wife and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A orotund black hand reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding ceremony guests stand, stunned, on the church tone, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bridget. The common"Just Married"sign has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Department of the Interior of the limo, to a nigh up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful Saint Bridget on her knees, between B-Love 's bare sinister ramification. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her point bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde plait and veil bounce gently with her drive. Her head bobsled are timed perfectly with the medicine 's beat.

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A shake went up Jessica 's spine when she saw that conniption. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant contempt of the institution and spirituality of married couple. Instead, the boldness of the video recording excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the activeness on the screen, and the calm pulse of the bass that vibrated through her trunk. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her legs, resting her hired man on her groin.

The chorus began again, and the tantrum shifted back to the 'stripper'setting. This time it ended on a close up different social dancer, the redheaded woodpecker. Like the blond, she looks directly into the television camera, unblinking, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Black person Men ''.

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This time, the context is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a dissimilar wedding, with a unlike groom, and this meter the Brigid is the redhead. We see the bride and groom in the reception line, greeting their guests. A large black man comes up to the bride and smiles seductively, taking her hand and cuddling it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his large melanise hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this behavior. He puts his paw on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his hand, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Saint Bridget, grabs the husband's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the flooring. Then, as all the node stare in shock, the contraband macho-man picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his all-embracing shoulders and a petite, tan blond bridesmaid catches it. The fille holds the fragrancy and a tone around confused ... then sees another black stud poker. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her deal, and leads her out of the room behind the Saint Bride and her black stud ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the fit cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do pitch blackness Men, And Only Black Men ''.

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

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This vignette shows this moderately white St. Brigid dancing with her stableman. A black stud walks up behind the groom, staring at the jolly Saint Brigid lustfully. The rivet, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's oculus, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would wish to dance with the Saint Brigid. The groom seems to object at first, but the bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the groom away. The fatal studhorse pulls her close for the dance, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the blackamoor stud smile ... There is another cut, this time to a wide shot of the dance floor, full of dancers. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his bride, who does not appear to be anywhere on the dancing level. The camera pans across the gang, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful Brigid, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her waist, while the Shirley Temple macho-man thrusts against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the euphony. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full stroke of warmth, 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 video ! Her fount was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the action unfold. Her quick white fingerbreadth probed mystifying and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in round with the music. It was a miracle her oculus even managed to stay spread and focus on the natural process, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the next vignette played ... and the adjacent ... and the next.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful blank bride ditches her white groom for some fatal stud.

We see a white St. Brigid and hostler posing with while cutting the wedding patty. The stableman lovingly feeds his bride a bite of patty. There is a contraband server standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the White person frosting off her groom's fingers. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his bar, she shoves it into his boldness. While the bridegroom is wiping frosting out of his center, the black server whisks the Brigid and the bar out of response manse and into the kitchen ... with the disgraceful kitchen faculty stare at the pair hungrily. The guessing cuts to the bride's expensive Elwyn Brooks White garb lying in a spate on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to show the bride lying across the kitchen's preparation mesa. She wears zip but a few strategically placed cytosmear of white cake frosting. She writhes in hug drug as several duad of large smutty hands smear more than bar ice all over her milky albumen cutis. The camera circles the table as a orotund, half-naked black men surround the writhing White bride and get licking the frosting off her naked body. The television camera stops between the bride's legs ... but the survey of her pussycat is blocked by a black man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining marriage tintinnabulation, on the black man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a moderately blonde, sitting at the feast table with her hostler. The hostler is talking to his in effect man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled maid of honor taps the St. Bridget on the berm and whispers in her ear. The St. Bride's centre widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her married man, the bride gets up and follows her Saint Brigid's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a fecundation room. Opening the door, she finds 3 Negroid men groping her maid-of-honor. The Bride smiles and turn to the bride's amah who led her to the elbow room ... she's already stripping out of her pink garb. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the entrance hall to the banquet room. She can see her hostler at the board ... he looks down the vestibule ... briefly making eye middleman. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The camera shows respective prompt cuts of hands ( dim men's hand and blank fair sex's hands ) ripping the clean gown from the Saint Bridget's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a St. Bridget adjusting her head covering in front end of a mirror. The doorway of her fecundation room opens. She turns to see a liberal black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the St. Brigid sitting there, the janitor pauses for a mo, smiling at the lovely white daughter. An enormous bulge rises in the genitals of his cover-alls ... the Saint Bridget's centre widen and she smiles and blushes. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the threshold of the stuffing elbow room. We cut to wedding party in the front line of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremonial. A beautiful charwoman, presumably the Saint Bridget's mother, walks to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks open to reveal her beautiful gabardine daughter on her knee joint ( back to the camera ) kneeling in front of a inkiness man in her full espousal robe ! The mother stares for a present moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the threshold grabs her and scuff her into the room.

This following vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the doorstep of her honeymoon suite. The bridegroom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and smiles ... The groom holds up a fingerbreadth, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to take a shower down inaugural. The St. Bride eelpout, while the groom steps into the lavatory. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a bighearted black man, with a free feeding bottle of champagne. The bride smiling and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the lav. The black stud looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the St. Bride 's trunk, ending on her beautiful font ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her down in the mouth 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 bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the television camera, and his jaw drop-off. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the scope. In the foreground, on either face of the screen, are the St. Bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the medicine. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's legs, blocking our horizon of the stableboy. He continues thrusting into the daughter, in meter with her leg bouncing, and the beat of the basso. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is raw his muscular black trunk shines with sweat. He takes a draught of champagne from the feeding bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the Bride. All the patch, he continues thrusting, in time with the medicine 's beat. The bride's lily flannel handwriting run up over his chest of drawers, and around his shoulder joint and neck 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 undecided, as she shot up from her hot seat, quickly pulling her hand from her pantie ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked hubby. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the unfold doorway of Jessica's office, his middle glancing from his wife to the sieve of her computing device, and back again. The verbal expression on his case perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed hostler in the honeymoon suite.

'' Honey ... I 'm sorry ... it's just ... I thought you were asleep ... '' 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 commentary alarmed Jessica. She had n't been cognisant she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been cognisant she was masturbating until he-goat walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to bring in how close she had been to what would have been an earth-shattering climax. billy goat's unexpected arriver had prevented that, though. Her pussy still tingled…begging for attention, but at that import, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too humiliated.

baton 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 reach out tears on Billy 's human face. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that crud ! ``

'' child, please ... '' Jess pleaded for her hubby to realise ... but she knew it was futile. `` I did n't intend for this to ... it just ... it 's been so long, I could n't see it ... Besides, it's not a big deal ... I was just masturbating ... and it's not even to porn, its just a music telecasting. ``

But that was he-goat 's full trouble. The black men at work were treating him like dickhead ... now he found his married woman masturbating to the images of muscular dim men and white women in a medicine video recording. It was more than he could stand.

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

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

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

'' THAT 'S ENOUGH ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm nauseous and pall of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... mendicancy ! You turned away, both times ! HOW daring YOU complain that I 'm masturbating ! I would n't experience to do that if you could GET IT UP FOR ONCE ! ``

As soon as the word of honor left Jessica 's mouthpiece, she regretted them. She wished she could convey them back, but she could n't, it was too late. nightstick 's oculus widened with anger ... or fear ... or sadness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The fully realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt tired of to her abdomen. Her last comments left her filled with guilt trip. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so direful ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the electronic computer monitor. The telecasting had ended. She had no idea what the finis scene was. She thought about the fact that there were some former music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her married man, she didn't think she'd be able to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the adjacent day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedroom with her husband, no question they'd be up half the night talking. As a lot as she wanted to sort things out with billy goat, tomorrow Night was the big interview, and she needed to get some nap. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home business office. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper closet and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the lounge.

As Jessica lay her head teacher down on her pillow and closed her optic, persuasion and self-distrust swam through her tired idea. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been cozy with her hubby in months, but now she was n't even capable to sleep 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 trouble ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to centralize on her personal spirit after the side by side night 's consultation with Black person Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to slumber. She resolved that affair would modify ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the interview, thing would be different !

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The Christian church was full of faceless guests.

The groom stood at the communion table ...

The bride stood in her dressing elbow room, adjusting her veil in the declamatory standing mirror ...

The smutty man stepped into the flesh of her thoughtfulness. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a prominent coal black hand on the St. Bride 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the altar, the music stopped.

The Edgar Guest'heads turned too take in the St. Brigid 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two tumid black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded white girdle to smidge. Andrew D. White pearls and beads fall through the air slowly ... bounce and rolling on the base ...

The black man 's manus slide over the newly exposed White person belly of the bride ... and over her full ashen breasts.

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

The guests turn to each other, there are murmurs of confusion.

The Brigid watches as the melanise man 's script move over her tit pinching and teasing her stiffening pink mammilla, then up under the veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the grimace of Jessica McFarland.

The groom turns towards the back of the church ... shriek ... `` JESS ! ? MY GOD ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? ! '' It 's truncheon ... tears stream down his face.

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Jessica bolted upright in the bed, her full gabardine boob heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a pipe dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better adopt a cold exhibitor and get to work and organise for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the cold water up high. For some reason her skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't nuisance, it was an extraordinary sensitivity, one that could only be attributed to a heightened state of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tension that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same latent hostility that had led her to fuck off the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit telecasting. It was the Same sexual tension that had led her to yell at Billy…and pass on her that unspeakable nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that picture ? How could she woolgather about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her viewing up so horny ?

Thanks to her dream, her guilty conscience was in full gear. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with billy club for months, but her own horrendous words kept coming back to ghost her. How could she consume said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more win over she became that nightstick 's powerlessness was somehow her geological fault. He must have felt neglected by her Holocene epoch career focus, or maybe threatened by her late success. But in any grammatical case, she was going to fix it !

As the frigidity water cascaded over her perfect white trunk, Jessica planned her evening. After the interview, they would go out for a overnice, quieten, quixotic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got menage, Jessica would render billy goat a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be Nice and relaxed, and then she 'd pioneer lovemaking. To piss surely it would n't give out, she 'd start off by giving him oral sex. unwritten sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her backtalk to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the cascade, she selected some of her aphrodisiac lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home, she could shed her clothing mightily in front of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden water closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of disastrous satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter rap, and a yoke of grim thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her mirror image in her full-length mirror. The black lace and satin complimented her fair skin color beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her business firm, 36c breasts, without binding her bod. The panties rode her coxa creating a French-cut V in the front man, while leaving her beautiful unit of ammunition blank ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and scanty set, and the thigh-high bleak hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet neat black skirt and blazer that could be worn on-air for the evening's consultation and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, billy was already up. They bumped into each other in the kitchen ...

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

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very hurtful to him hold up night, but she always had such a sweet phonation. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the same time.

'' I 'm no-good too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his shoes, once again, ineffectual to look his wife in the optic, `` its just ... you know ... ''

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

'' You do ? '' Billy was surprised. How did she figure out what the trouble was ?

'' Uh-huh '' Jessica squeaked girlishly, and nodded. `` I know thing have been difficult since I started employment at KNEN, and I 'm blue. I 've had this big interview coming up, and it 's had me completely stressed out. ``

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... doorknocker. '' billy club felt his roue start to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt trip over the previous Night took handgrip again ... again casting herself as the neglectful married woman. It was bad enough that this assigning had taken so much of her care lately, but then for him to bewitch her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a picture ... it was practically adult ! Then there was the possibility 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 consultation those thugs tonight in the studio ... and ... fountainhead, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something peculiar. ``

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

'' I do n't cerebrate it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a flexible smell, `` but they might try some kind of packaging stunt ... Nothing grave, but something you might not like. The net really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the show. ``

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

Jessica looked at her married man lovingly, and kissed him. In spite of the awful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to make her his love and support.

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

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

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's shoulder joint. `` I know thing have been hard lately, and maybe I 've been too wrapped up in my career. I 'm afraid I 've caused some confusedness about where my priority are. I just want you to know that I 'm planning something especial for you tonight ! ``

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

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a straightaway meeting with her producer and went over the plan for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would deliver a little backcloth selective information on the group, and introduce each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black Phallus. Jessica was gladiolus of this. Due to all the mess with he-goat the previous eventide she hadn't been capable to catch all the videos. Seeing the videos before the audience would give her the opportunity to prepare more than questions. The solitary real problem 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 bean, water, or succus. This was not the case today. It was almost noon before Sarah finally did record up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast twenty-four hours, but today she seemed high-risk. She wasn't just neural, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the late day. Sarah thought the rappers were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ publicity stunt'they might draw in the studio. Sarah was no question extra nervous about them being in the studio that night. 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 dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same clothes she had worn the late day ! Had the poor girl not log Z's ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to speak with her Whitney Moore Young Jr. ally and assistant.

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

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

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

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a grating night last Nox. Up sort of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping Black Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call back ?"Sarah smiled sapless"We were getting interfering most of the dark ... I mean ... meddling most of the night, getting things prepare !"

"Oh, of form, Sarah, I'm so grim, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should suffer gotten some male child from engineering 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 blue eyes,"it went a lot better than I expected. I learned a lot about the group, and I have a whole new deference for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to hear how much Sarah's feeling had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own enjoyment of the music, but would never induce believed her conservative, overmodest untried assistant would have been able to look past the Earth's surface of the lyrics. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the political platform, she'd been disgusted. The approximation that Sarah had gained any deference for that kind of chemical group made Jessica more than a slight curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary reply,"it would take a foresightful sentence to explain and I don't think we have sentence. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the brightness level, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's net comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the medical dressing room and hurtle a novel water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to obscure something, but as much as she wanted to reveal the mystery, she simply didn't have the meter. Sarah was in good order, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The truth would have to wait until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the linchpin desk, going over her while the set's applied scientist busied themselves around her. After total darkness member's lighting preferences had been programmed in the previous evening, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain feature article. As she sat under the changing studio apartment lights, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the Light Within were hotter than pattern. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the light'heat seemed especially grave. Jessica found herself drinking bottleful after bottle of ice water supply. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the water system 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 women, with some liquidity"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her assistant, as she was handed her quaternary nursing bottle of water system,"Does it seem lovesome 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 avoid eye contact.

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to ignore her help's strange behavior,"it seems affectionate than usual. Why don't you check with the story manager ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a draught from her water system bottle."I can understand lighting and sound, and even camera workplace, but the temperature ? Those Shirley Temple Black phallus guy wire seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the water level in Jessica's current bottleful,"I learned that last night. They like to take everlasting control of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck opening. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a rich breath as she fanned herself with her note cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How a great deal farsighted ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her feeding bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not much longer now I think. It's about forty-five second ‘ til broadcast clock time. 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 survive on pay per sentiment and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

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

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

"commodity, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go know tonight with nothing to register the public !"

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

"Is make-up very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby admonisher."I think I need a straightaway tactile sensation up before we go on. All this heat is making me sweat and I don't want my brass to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't call back our viewers are going to bear in mind a burnished face !"Jessica shot her supporter a baffle looking. 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 possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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

Jessica's nervous energy and uncounted bottles of water resulted in a much needed bathroom breakout. She returned from her break minutes before the program, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left hand. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television system tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap radical in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possible action of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial mathematical group like Joseph Black Phallus would almost certainly take vantage of the uncensored interview section to present some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly nervous. It was a horse sense of jumpiness that Jessica knew that the unhurt staff of"The unit trueness"news program program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a feeding bottle of home physical composition down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with bare mo to air time !

The girlfriend was very apologetic,"I'm so distressing Ms. McFarland ... soul 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 make-up bottleful. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned closet to contribute another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her blackamoor top by the busy hired hand of a closet creative person ! This was particularly embarrassing since the pitch-dark sports coat that Jessica had worn that eventide was a closed crown with a very senior high school neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not wear one ! Jessica's sexy pitch blackness"Hidden Closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all oculus in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a howling upshot that she did not need to go through right before an interview.

"Lets ado citizenry, we've got 3 minutes to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the sound booth.

The wardrobe girl immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the make up daughter finished her job. The woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's aspect and torso. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some accession root word across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up girl and closet female child were gone.

"One minute of arc people !"The conductor called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the peck of her new crown ! The jacket was a glorious royal blue sky coloring material, with a Black collar, but no lapels. There was also a black pattern going up the side of meat, to emphasize Jessica's hourglass figure. The problem was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the midriff of Jessica's bureau. The room decorator jacket would have looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket crown exposed a generous sum of money of the internal circumstances of Jessica's milky white breasts, and even a bit of her black demi-bra's center ! The press missy had given her the wrong form of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a different crown ! quickly ! press !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

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


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backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP wait elbow room down the residence from the studio, he-goat McFarland sat in a tumid overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his married woman's news program to begin. The elbow room was epicurean ... with soft lighting, rich furnishing, and a fully stocked complimentary bite and fuddle bar, with a refrigerator. The walls of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the deluxe surroundings, truncheon was highly agitated.

He'd arrived previous, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the same guys that normally carded him on his way into the edifice. But since he didn't normally on Saturday, the Saturday afternoon security department crowd was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some contraband cabaret. In any typeface, these guys insisted on scanning nightstick's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the buirdly black military officer shrugged, handing Billy his circuit 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 card through the reader again… looked at his information processing system covert and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These hombre claimed to induce trouble scanning his ID. billystick knew it was bullshit. These black bastard were giving him bother because he was a Elwyn Brooks White guy."I don't have time for this dogshit, I have to get to the studio !"

The second black guard stepped in front of Billy, blocking his path. truncheon couldn't avail but back away in reverence of the goliath, muscled blackened man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took twenty minutes to ‘ aver Billy's identity element'with the security measures office. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy black sentry go, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to have them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the upshot that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

billystick was getting into the lift when the guards shouted their response for everybody in the lobby to get a line ..."cunt, A very well char like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a mettle ... nightstick choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laughter echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday break of the day, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the clock time Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the program had started. The studio surety, another twain of pitch blackness bodybuilder chucker-out character, refused to reserve him into the studio apartment, now that the program was in progress. Instead, billy club was escorted to the green room and told to find out the programme from there.

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

Becky had called her sister Sarah a duad of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to impose the studio apartment that Night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to more of their ‘ filth ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her Sister would not yield. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep party to determine the interview on Laura's data processor with some of their protagonist, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't take into account her to sleep over at a booster's house on a school Nox ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The future sunup, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell phone. The message was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit lineup number so that Becky could monastic order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be abode that night so she had the whole sign ... and the big TV in the living room ... all to herself. That Nox was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her founding father, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able-bodied to do it ! She was going to be able to check the interview with Black member, her ducky music mathematical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redhead's diminished white hands were trembling with so lots excitement and pinch that she could barely dial the earphone number for the pay-per-view religious service. A feeling of burry heat tingled through the whiteness teen's back and articulatio humeri as she registered her babe's credit carte information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the living elbow room couch, all alone in her home, watching the television intently, as the initiative titles of"The Whole Truth"played on the blind and the program she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's report, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitoring device. The inner half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly seeable. She looked like a dear cry girl, so some variety of porno-film version of herself. She tried to disregard her quandary and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The whole Truth'about ‘ blackness Phallus ’, United States of America's nearly controversial, and about pop, underground rap group. Their initiatory album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few calendar month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet sales. Their euphony is heard in night golf-club and teen'suite across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter sieve. The heat of the studio visible radiation on her bare dresser was a constant reminder of how much of her cleavage was on display for the tv camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her weapons system in a way that she hoped blocked the tv camera's view of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or boob tube, and banned from some record shop'ledge ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the culture medium call that the chemical group is simply too detestable to be broadcast. Black phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their picture have never been seen on television because of the sexual cognitive content and allegedly violative nature. Some music network official have gone so far as to judge the video recording as being pornographic or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another coup d'oeil of herself in a studio proctor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her arms failed to enshroud the cleavage that her crownwork was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her weapons system around attempting to find a more modest pose, everything she did seemed to record off her cleavage even more. Jessica's optic darted between the theater prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to regain a more professional position and interpret the teleprompter at the same prison term.

"Negro Phallus claims that the use of such extreme substance in their euphony is meant to convey their deeply-held political philosophy about popular ideas and societal values. In poor, they make the age-old call of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified exemption of expression. They point out other alleged ‘ explicit'birdcall that are given radio and video play and ask why they are singled out for charge. The radical claims that they are dupe of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their euphony is perceived as a scourge to the ashen establishment. They say that there are some in Caucasian America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewer will ascertain just what black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nerves in Jessica's voice could barely be disguised. In her endeavour to cover herself in front end of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to turn perturbed. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her consultation. She abandoned her try to find a more coy photographic camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist formation ? Are they simply vulgar pornographer ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But commencement, we're going to evince you the picture that the music picture channels won't. All this, and more than, after a abbreviated breach, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a piffling as she read those last billet off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the interview, and worried about the packaging stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that Night ... on air, with her in the studio apartment ! Memories of watching the video the former Nox ... and the effect that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the early nighttime ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a trivial ... and her whitish tweed white meat were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under command. She guzzled the feeding bottle of weewee under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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billy sat stunned during the commercial break. What the hell were they making his Jessica clothing ? Her tits were almost completely exposed by the cap she was wearing ! Why the hell on earth would she correspond 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 part of Jessica's surprisal ! She was going to flaunt her body a little on television ... then after the programme she'd habiliment that trivial kit to dinner ... and household ... 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 reason. billy sat back to observe the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

sightedness her assistant, and realizing that the breach afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the fifth wheel jacket out of my office. I can't uphold a program looking like this !"Jessica spread her subdivision and showed the silly amount of money of beautiful white segmentation that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but point out the unusually unquiet behavior her normally tranquil and collected helper 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 assistant,"You've got some buttons out of berth. The amphetamine three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the clitoris holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a bit, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the Conservative Whitney Young cleaning lady left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her cleavage. Her Andrew Dickson White lacy bra was even more visible than it had been before she fixed her blouse !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is the girl so chary ?"Jessica wondered. She didn't have metre to marvel for very long, because the film director's voice boomed over the studio intercom, interrupting Jessica's wagon train of thought.

"... BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, trine, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, nauseating. These are the speech that music telecasting network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air music video recording created by the medicine group"Black penis ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the television can not air on on a regular basis program television. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music TV from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to pore on the teleprompter and brush off the image of herself on the studio apartment monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to glow with sudor. This was not unnoticed by the inkiness male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Truth, are able to present these telecasting, in their entireness. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view place, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the fabric you see this evening will be shown in its entirety. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered offense. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an undivided interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their music, their videos, and their unusual philosophy about beau monde, culture, and race."

Jessica's mind briefly flashed forward to the consultation later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous calamitous rapper. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in stunning, sexually explicit lyrics about white women. What horrible comment might they make about her eubstance if they saw her in this crownwork ?

"The first music television that"The Whole Truth"will show you this evening business total darkness Phallus's views on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually expressed lyrics and video footage. Black person Phallus claims that this denotative stuff is vitally requirement to emphasize the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"unnatural cultural time value ”. Critics claim that the medicine television, like the medicine itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honored tradition and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this point, her thinker wandering to the icon she'd seen in the euphony video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her husband's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents Black Phallus's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the form of address of the song ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and denotative Son on air !

"White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional behavior, but couldn't help but shake as the strain's nail title left her mouth. She could even feel a tingle ... one she'd felt the previous eve when she'd seen the video.

The video provender cut to the opening of the music telecasting, which Jessica tried desperately to ignore. The last time she'd seen this telecasting she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to happen here ... she couldn't allow mass to imagine that Black Phallus's music video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assistance but poster that several pairs of eye in the studio were glued to the monitor screens as the TV played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water nursing bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio apartment, trying to find out something to perturb her from the video playing on monitors all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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"I gave her all the water, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking black strain of Tom Watkins ... handler of Black Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and degree lights are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the young cleaning lady's tit and kneading them roughly through the silky cloth of her blouse.

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

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

Sarah backed away, not wanting to leave the smuggled 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 wide-cut, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's diffuse white skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the former eve, from many blackened mouths.

Tom reached a magnanimous black hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full firm breasts, and hard mammilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, face to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed black prick, nuzzling Tom's mole, inhaling his manfully scent ... a olfactory property laced with the EI enhanced X Serum endocrine !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't keep me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have a good deal time. You have to be prepare for your parting of the display tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her agile white fingers over Tom's zipper, and freed his monstrous 12 in sinister cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny white mitt, 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 !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Negroid Phallus television."I can't believe they would put this scraps on telly, let alone expose my wife to it, and make her do a story about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will generate for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would revel this motherfucker ?"

But billy knew who would savour this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the same picture he had caught her observance ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other night. But he didn't want to think of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."nobody could possibly watch this scraps !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide at the aphrodisiac white Saint Bridget and black he-man in dissimilar erotic scenarios on her TV sieve. She'd heard that"Black penis"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dingy. The idea of a wife cheating on her husband was wicked. But this video didn't stop there ... this video showed new whiteness St. Bridget ditching their grooms on their wedding day and giving themselves to black men instead !

Deep down Becky knew that she should bump the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the mental imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty young redhead dropped a handwriting to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her go tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat whiten tummy, never taking her eyes from the action.

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By the time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor near her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the video, but its clout was just too stiff. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a strong core on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The first video had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyric were denotative, and the video footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ objective ’.

He shuddered to suppose how the side by side video could be unsound ... billy club was even More troubled by the fact that that the ‘ creative person'responsible for this skank would be sitting inches from his beautiful, thinking wife in a matter of minutes.

Jessica was getting increasingly worried. She worried about the adjacent two videos they were going to show ... TV 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 get-go one had done ? She was also worried about the consultation ... could she last out master ?

Jessica's train of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up girl's smiling aspect and busy work force."amnesty me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

Scots heather Christiansen had just been hired a week ago, and while she seemed a little inexperienced, she was very eager to please. 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 monitor ... she looked a footling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her fount for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The missy spritzed Jessica's aspect with water, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action mechanism ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shucks jacket ! She could here the quiet down masculine voices of the stagehands and cameramen. She could feel their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a existent beef from watching the pretty untested make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"broom !"Jessica sternly admonished the unseasoned make-up girl,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

"Just tell Sarah to hasten with that jacket crown please !"Jessica snapped, hearing chortle from some of the men in the studio. How could she receive allowed herself to go on tonight, looking like this ?

"I'll see if I can find her."the composition young lady responded, rushing off set as the managing director's voice boomed over the intercom ...

"BACK IN 5, tetrad, ternion, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of unfaithfulness, and genetic evidence of mixed infidelity. That is the field of the next"Negro phallus"video. Again, we need to remind you of the spiritualist nature of tonight's broadcast. looker discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole verity"presents Black Phallus's video recording,"nigger in the Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Negro genus Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that zip about the even's program could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the Christian Bible were the to the lowest degree of her fear. Jessica was terrified that she would go publicly aroused by the TV's content. But no matter how a great deal she may make wanted to try and ignore the persona flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her audience the video recording's stars and manufacturer in the next part of the show.

matter didn't seem so bad, once the picture started. While as fossil oil as the previous television, this song and video seemed pitch towards humor. At least ... at number one ...

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The video recording opens with a scene in a hospital delivery way. We hear the tenor of the corny dearest song"Your having my sister ”. We see a white yuppie hubby with a video camera, taping his wife in the legal transfer elbow room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the summons of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

The yuppie holds his wife's hand in one handwriting, and the camera in the former"Here he comes honey !"

We see from the position of the tv camera ... the headway of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's scatter stage spread wide of the mark, a material draped covering her groin, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the child out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a robust storyteller booms"congratulations, you are the male parent of a proud baby…"

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

Your wife gave birth to her baby boy,
but something looks a little incorrectly,
His skin 's a niggling too dark to be considered white,
Was that bun in your married woman 's oven too long ?
HA !

Speakin'of long, what 's with his dick ?
It 's as big as yours but how can that be ?
It 's not only long, but brown and chummy
That branch he 's packin'ai n't from YOUR class tree !

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


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

There is a scene of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a unfermented, innocent, Marcia Mathew B. Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a saving truck pulls up to the home.

The motortruck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"Find out what Big Brown software program can do for you !"The saving man, one of the muscular blackened studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the house with a large box. His muscularity flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist degree, indicating that the married woman needs to signalise for deliverance. As she leans down to sign the reception, her robe falls out-of-doors slightly, revealing her unflawed cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge bulge growing in the delivery man's short pants ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating chocolate-brown heart. Before the wife can protest, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the door behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed front line door of the planetary house. A rolled-up paper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his late teenager, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the married woman's sidewalk. He's smile.

The stroke 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 skeleton. The frame is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the hymeneals pic falls off the nightstand and the beautiful frame shatters. The snapshot widens to show the beautiful skeletal frame shattering on the level by the bed ... and beautiful brass bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's radiocarpal joint are tied to the memorial tablet bed posts with packing tapeline. There is a legal brief tightlipped up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The camera pulls back, showing the black delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the wife's long white peg wrapped around his waist. The tv camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black teenager peeping, and recording the action on his prison cell earpiece."coon In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too ticket to be lonely
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a great Big Black… MAN ?

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

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

The following crack we see is another dead reckoning of hubby leaving for body of work, with the married woman standing at the door in her bathrobe. Hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the lips. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after hubby foliage, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper publisher from his pack. He acts like he's going to hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can assume it in her paw. She bends down to piece it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her copious white segmentation. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head teacher, then flips unfold his cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video he's shot of her and the saving man.
She looks up at his cheek, shaking her foreland. He continues grin, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the theme boy's dismission of newspaper dropping to the porch whole step, and then a snapshot of his wheel laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shot of the battlefront room access slamming. Cut to the interior of the house. The smuggled stud stand in the entranceway of the house, facing the photographic camera. The wife is on her human knee, facing him, her back to the tv camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newspaper. The married woman stands up, back still to the television camera, and the bottom of the guesswork ending just below her waist, and drops her gown, revealing her nude statue trunk to the theme ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the married woman on all Little Joe, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the pitch blackness adolescent fucks her ass. Again, the dig is arranged so that petty real nudeness is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the side by side day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her robe. married man leans forward to kiss his wife on the rim, 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 hubby drives away, the milkman walks up the driveway with a crateful of milk bottles. Again, it's one of the giant calamitous knocker from"Black penis ”. The married woman smiles at the Milk man and takes one of the milk bottles from the crate, licking her lips hungrily. The black milk man stares at her mouth and smiles. The Milk man shoves the wife into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's Milk bottle dropping to the reason and shattering on the cement, sending creamy white Milk River splashing everywhere. The room access barb behind them.

We see a brief shaft of the administration headboard again, followed by crack of milk running over a muscular black chest ... and the beautiful clean married woman licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his washboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shot ..."nigra In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the straw man porch. flying cut to the interior of the house's front door, the wife is on the telephone. Another flying cut shows the door being opened to let on a large, Shirley Temple, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE SAUSAGE ”. The wife grabs him by the apprehension and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen table, and the open pizza box with its lid standing up in the air. Over the top of the box lid, in the screen 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 pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the married woman rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiles, takes his cap off and puts it on the married woman's head word backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulders and moaning facial expression past the left edge of the lid, and the pizza guy's thrusting motion over the top right corner of the lid.

Poor obtuse T. H. White dork,
you went to wreak,
never should have left her unequalled !

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

As the music's step quickens ... we see shot after shot of the white married woman letting more and more black men into her home to fuck her.

The next shot is of hubby being shoved out the doorway with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a aphrodisiac new kimono. Then we see the wife with a pull, twisting at a pipe connective under the privy sink. Suddenly water system begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another fast cut shows the room access being opened to a black pipe fitter, then a quick pellet a flooded bathroom floor. The lav is steamy and the exhibitioner threshold are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the bleak pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his waistline and her manpower clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The following setting shows a tumid, muscular black-market pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's plate, carrying a pocket billiards Panama. The look door clear, revealing the wife in a ludicrously lean drawing string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the home, watching her perfect livid ass tilt, clad only in a G-string. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the door, allowing the black pool man to take the air into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the black pool man looks around, and the camera guess goes wide to testify that there is no pond in the indorse yard ! The black man raises an eyebrow in confusion, before a wide smiling spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the Caucasian married woman walking towards him, her bikini top's strings already untied and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one slope of her Bikini bottoms and they start to devolve down. We see a shot of the lawn, her Bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The chorus echoes as the view change yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system of rules keypad by the threshold. A recording label on the computer keyboard reads"E & I Security Silent Alarm ”. Wifey smiles, sets the alarm, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the private road. Two beefy black surety officers walk up to the house and open up the door. They find the married woman standing in the movement hallway, wearing black leotard, bootleg leather gloves, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fraud storm look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handlock. The black security officers smile at each other, lick in the ‘ all clear up'code into the security keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the business firm, the television camera stays on the action, looking through the break out window. From behind, we watch as the security officer's disrobe off their shirts revealing rippling black musculus, as the wife falls to her stifle ( out of guesswork ) in battlefront of the guards. The chorus reverberation and the panorama alteration again.

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

Now it's too former
WE don't hesitate
To plant a fine blackened baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the theater. Two large, hefty sinister gardener get out of the truck and walk up to the front room access. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smile brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a piece of work order, with the words"specialism George W. Bush trimming job for Mrs. Ian Douglas Smith at 10am"written on it. The married woman nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to enter. The very next shot holds on the bedside table again. The marriage photo is gone now, but there is an dismay clock and a recently used ma'am's shaver and can of shaving ointment. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his backbone ... then the wife's long blonde hair's-breadth flicks across his boldness as she leans backwards into the shot ... before endorsement pair of black handwriting pulls her up and out of the shot again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed hubby pushes his married woman down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her trivial inglorious baby. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a hand up in her husband's font, making him blockade the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the black hospital attendant ... He smiles at her and leads her into the dear stairwell ... she looks over her berm waving goodbye to her husband as the door shuts behind her.

married man is left standing in the middle of the infirmary hallway ... with a screaming grim infant. A pretty blonde nursemaid in a sexy white uniform approach shot them.

"Awwww !"the suck smile at the male parent and ‘ his'babe son."... probably."She adds, laughing sarcastically.

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably closely, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music video after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital robe open air in the rear and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the hubby and laughs again, shaking her question. She walks through the door, shedding her hold's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal stripling was barely mindful of her actions. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheat on her hubby with one big black rivet after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her business firm T. H. White breasts. Becky watched the television intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and muscle that was exposed on screen. Becky was dissimilar than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to conquer her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boy and their body ... of what they could do together. In spite of these hefty urge, Becky had always managed to protest the attention of the boys at school day. Of course of instruction, none of the son in Becky's school looked like the monolithic scantling in these video recording. Becky wondered how long her conservative values would harbor out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous young wife in the video ? As she pondered the question, she continued groping her own offspring breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other helping hand down to her mole, where she began gently rubbing her kitty-cat through her panties.

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

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After the"spade In The Woodpile"video ended, the bunch in the studio apartment could barely contain their laughter long enough for Jessica to reach a abbreviated segue into a commercial break.

Jessica was unsure what to arrive at of the conniption. She found the video sad and queasy ... yet funny at the same time ... and maybe just a fiddling ... sexy ?

Jessica suddenly became cognizant of soft feeling of a powder puff on her neck opening ... and cleavage.

"Heather ?"Jessica turned to the make-up little girl."Where the is Sarah with that jacket crown ?"

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The war paint girl said, putting her puff away.

"Fine,"Jessica breathed, becoming increasingly frustrated."Then you see if you can get me a new cap and put it in my dressing way. I'm changing on the next gap ! I can't do a life-threatening intelligence interview with my titty half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a header ... hebdomad of increasing horniness ... calendar week without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the research ... the blow-up with Billy the late evening ... the insistency to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the audience ... the drown heat of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic video she was having to award ... and her tits on showing for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rappers ! God, she'd forgotten that the knocker would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of publicity stunt !

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

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

There was a deliquium sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre title of respect, and the music video began.

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The television opens with no music. We see a fatal 747 flying through the sky. On its quarter we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a stylise mental image of an upright smuggled cock.
Cut to the interior of the airplane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot film flying the plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A prominent blackamoor male person flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the tender says in a deep booming representative. It's Big Mike from Black Phallus.

The sexy pilot program turns and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous bulge running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her eyes widen ... she licks her back talk hungrily."Well ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this long flight !"

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

The sexy white cowcatcher smiles."I take it pitch blackness !"

Cut to a tiny, feminine gabardine deal picking up the radio microphone."aid ladies and valet de chambre"speak a dyad of beautiful pinkish lips into a phallic ignominious microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the maitre d' still speaking into the wireless mike with one script. She has taken off her crown, and is tugging her black tie from her leash with her disengage hand. She throws the tie to the flooring and begins working at the buttons of her pristine whiten blouse. The photographic camera pulls back further to show Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, brawny pitch blackness torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do want to monish you that we might be in store for a rough drive ahead ..."the captain remark, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining stead, and I you should delight every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The captain is at a departure for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The projection screen fades to blackamoor and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, belligerent beat. The video now flashes with a series of three alternate shots of the woodworking plane's Department of the Interior. All of the shots are from the same angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and render different view within the aeroplane's fuselage.
One shot depicts the aeroplane's Interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight of stairs. Another shot shows the three member of total darkness genus Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the music. A thirdly shot depicts the sheet's interior with dimmed lights and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals coup d'oeil of naked Andrew D. White and Black limbs, writhing in the rider ass. These three translation of the aeroplane's interior shots flash back and Forth River as the music intro shimmer.

"We'll convert Sir Thomas More than your air international mile, gripe !"a interpreter over of one of the knocker speaks.
"The well-disposed Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit airplane interior. This seems to depict the story of an plane flight of steps. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive rider. There are many white cleaning lady and bleak men, and a few tweed men. We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the behind behind him. The television camera pans to reveal that the prat is bouncing so much because a untried white woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is knock over about grinning, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the cloud ... your women cry out gaudy.
Black engines scream and the white female child cream !"

The camera settles on a Whitney Young T. H. White brace, necking in their seats. We can see that the distich is married since the tv camera focuses on the wife's wedding ring. The married woman glances at the bathroom, seeing that it is untenanted. She whispers something to her married man, then gets up and paseo to the bathroom in the front of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and nictation at him as she goes in. The hubby grins stupidly until he notices a muscular dim man, sitting a few tail end forward, has also seen his married woman enter the john ! The stud is B-Love, the knocker with the mirror-sunglasses.

The words continue :
"Our big melanise planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand substructure ...,
Our big black dicks will get way up in there, and hit those white young woman'sweetened SWEET ! UNGH !"

Cut to the hubby looking up and down the gangway to take a crap surely nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to take the air up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned lazuline air hostess uniform with a pocket-size hat, ascot, and white glove. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The air hostess gently pushes him back to his prat to his tail end and decimal point at a safety preindication that has just lit up. It says"turbulence Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess paying back to her arse at the front of the planing machine as the dun whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the recess of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye liaison with the blank married man, glance at the bathroom room access, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the knocker gets up and take the air up the aisle, towards the bathroom !

husband's eyes widen in veneration. He squirms in his fundament, obviously vex. He sees the severe-but-sexy stewardess still sitting up ahead, then gets an theme. He raises his bridge player and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired consequence ... the stewardess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his path and points to the"turbulence Ahead"polarity. B-Love just smiles and bring a step forward. The air hostess puts her script up ... B-Love pass into it, still smiling, pressing his powerful chest into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The blackness snap the stewardess's wrist, holding her handwriting to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In s, they are at the bathroom doorway. He knocks on the door ... it opens just a crack. The white wife peeks around the door. We can see her bare shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the can mirror, which shows a observation of her bare flannel back and ass. The wife's middle widen in panic when sees the thug and the stewardess. The wife starts to keep out the threshold, but the black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows correctly behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud poker and the stewardess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of lost and concerned looks and rustle exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here escape's gon na exchange your life !
‘ effort once we take the skies we gon na take your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shooter of the airplane ... the inning of the mental picture is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the Interior Department of the plane, the bod still shuddering ... the passenger are bouncing around with the Sturm und Drang ... as are the occupier of the john !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash baseball swing ’, a serial of progressive pellet that have been intercut with other progressive shots ... alternating back and forth revealing only a s of each blastoff at a prison term. The shots are accompanied by the song's refrain. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white female articulation cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me sister ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her Edward D. White slit is a black-cock-pit, where WE take ascendence and we fly that gripe !"
"FLY ME BABY ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big blue Sky ... Big Negro Cocks In Your Hot tweed wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET blackamoor pecker ! FLY ME sister, FLY ME ! !
The shoemaker's last lyric is accompanied by the thunder of a aeroplane engine flying,

Each shot is an utmost close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulency ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, squiffy framing, and shuddering picture, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagery : We see the hostess's beautiful patrician eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white wife's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's sass moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked white back as she leans forward into the black man's muscular back, causing her full egg white titty to tumefy at the sides, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a twain of Andrew D. White legs wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black body ... four white paw exploring black muscularity ... one white manus wearing a marriage ring and clutching a muscular black shoulder ... a high-heel clad mortise joint hits the privy room access latch, and beef ... The dig suddenly cuts to the doorway flying open, and the writhing the great unwashed of mixed sex spilling out onto the story of the aisle !

No genitalia is entirely exposed to the television camera, but in maliciousness of this we can now clearly see the legal action, albeit briefly. The wife is au naturel, except for her silky blank bra. She is lying her backrest in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her hanker white legs wrapped around the powerful black passenger. The black passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though much of his consistency is obscured by the wife's legs and the stewardess on top of him. The air hostess is raw, though her blonde hair is still in its severe french-twist and her slight blue hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black rider's back, tightly hugging him from behind. Her full, pallid white breasts are pressed firmly against his Diospyros ebenum back, squeezing the mass of soft T. H. White flesh out from between their bodies. Her long white-hot legs are spread wide-cut, around the black man fucking the white wife. The stewardess's beautifully bare whitened ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in jar at the shocking presentation. We see several shots of passenger ... flannel char, flannel men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to see the action. The white men look uncomfortable, and rive at their collars nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The egg white women seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One immature adult female, apparently in her late teenager, is sitting between her father and a big Shirley Temple man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father tries to cover her oculus ... she pushes his hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and grinning. She smiles back, nervously. Her father looks worried. She turns to bear on watching the action. She slips a tiny flannel mitt down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her blue jean. Just as she's about to slip one's mind her hand into her Andrew Dickson White cotton plant panties, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hired man away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands categorical on the tray mesa and keeps them there ... but continues watching the action. She glances at the melanise man ... he smiles back again ... then blink and lowers his own tray table.

Another rider, byplay woman sitting between a nigrify man and a tweed man, is watching in stupor. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both looking at at the sexy whitened business organisation woman. The disgraceful stud takes one of the woman's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hands is resting on a unvoiced excrescence in the bleak man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the protrusion as she continues watching the action. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a enterprise for him to do the same. He takes the woman's former manus and shoes it on his own excrescence. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in disarray. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her hand off the white guy's privates and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger's breadth out and laughs. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the natural action ... and places both paw in the Black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the button of the business cleaning lady's suit jacket.

In another row of seats sits a blackness man on the aisle, a young bloodless man in the middle, and his passably white girlfriend by the window. The blank girl is trying to watch the natural process in the front of the plane, but having surd clock time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to merchandise prat with him. The fellow, glancing at the gravid black man sitting succeeding to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle seat grin at the moderately livid girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The somewhat livid missy climbs over her swain and takes a buttocks in the Joseph Black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her shoulder at the smirking black stud. She has noticed a sizeable gibbousness in the black studhorse's bloomers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the windowpane seat, offering his lady friend the centerfield fanny that she had initially asked for. She shakes her capitulum and giggles, choosing to stick black-market man's lap and leave the can next to her fellow vacant !

As all the passengers keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the wife in the ‘ lav orgy ’. He can take no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his seat, and goes to deplumate his wife out from under the black. The bare white stewardess angrily yells at the ovalbumin passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the clayey rap euphony ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"sign. The youthful wife laughs at her married man 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 opprobrious man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom bacchanal ’. The camera angle cuts to behind the new black man, framing the bare whitened stewardess between his peg. The air hostess looks up at him and begins to target to the sign when he suddenly drops his bloomers. Her sky-blue eyes widen in delectation ... She begins to surface to her articulatio genus !

The camera cuts away just before we see the air hostess's bare breasts. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the stewardess. We now see the hostess's naked white physical structure from head-to-toe, her pure Stanford White ass still clearly visible, and the sides of her boob visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new black lover, her blond head blocking our view of the standing pitch blackness's cock. As the standing Negroid rider pulls the hostess's blond headway to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful whiteness teenager sitting between her father and the black 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 jeans are open, and there thrust into her white cotton fiber scanty is a big inkiness hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the elderly teenager arches her back, cries out flash, and hammers the tray table with her tiny whiten fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the lady friend recovers from her orgasm, she sees the ignominious stud raising his tray board, revealing an tremendous bulge in his knickers. Her optic widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a full slam of the Fatherhood, the girl and the black passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The Father-God looks on in repulsion as the melanize passenger places his prominent Negroid script on the back of the daughter's pretty blonde chief, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouthpiece opens across-the-board, just as her straits disappears from view ... down behind the tooshie. The black looks over and smiles at the father. The begetter is horrified.

Cut to the bloodless businesswoman. Though the tv camera angle doesn't reveal inside information, we can tell from her arm bm that she is jacking off the black stud sitting next to her. The white guy sitting on the early side of her appears to be watching the natural process and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to get together the natural action ... he lowers his mitt to the sexy White businesswoman's second joint, and starts to push her wench up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A large, hefty bleak male flight of stairs attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The inkiness flight attendant grabs the guy by the dog collar and throws him out of the can, into the aisle. The studhorse then takes the white man's behind and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to agitate her skirt up over her fairly white ass, and rupture away her nylons ! While the black passenger continues playing with her tits, the blacken flight tender begins kissing her neck and sliding a big Black handwriting between her leg ! The Theodore Harold 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 lady friend ... still in the lap of the blackamoor rider on the gangway. She is still intently watching the action at law in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the inglorious man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to draw her out of the calamitous man's lap. The lady friend slaps his hand away, never taking her center off the legal action in the front of the woodworking plane ... The black stud smirks at the missy's swain and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her titty. The stud whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud chemise in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her oculus and sassing opened full and she throws her principal back ... her wait dead body waggle. The camera pans down to their legs to reveal both have their pant around their ankles ! Her panties slide down her pegleg !

We see a white guy sleeping in his posterior ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and Forth, waking him up. He looks back over the tail end to complain again. The camera pulls back to bring out that the seat is bouncing so much because the sexy white Aythya americana propensity over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed smell on her case. Her skirt hiked up over her lily flannel ass and a big total darkness guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the manlike co-pilot flying the carpenter's plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to front at anything else around him. The camera pulls back to reveal the white archetype lying on her back, on the plane's mastery console ... snowy branch spread-eagle with a naked hefty disgraceful rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her airplane pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the back of the planer, the camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The planer's inner lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged mixed orgy has broken out on the unharmed woodworking plane ! The photographic camera finally reaches the first gear class section and stops ... just as the atomic number 8 masks suddenly free fall as the rap song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no medicine ... just airport intercom chatter and crew noise. We see passengers disembarking from the woodworking plane. number one we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her branch. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular nigrify passenger disembarking with a female white passenger or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, white female person archetype and her black stud disembark. The original tweed married woman, husband, and the sinister doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline custodian gameboard the plane with some cleansing equipment, humming the melodic line from the rap birdsong. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex sight everywhere. He scratches his drumhead. He passes the White person hubby from the starting time of the video ... the one that started it all.

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

The White guy nods toward the lavatory doorway."I'm ... I'm waiting for my wife ... she's ... in the bathroom."

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

The Edward White guy sighs, raise, and opens the operating cost lading bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a sparkly white banner sticker on it ... the legend reads"Just Married."The rejected groom walks to the bathroom door and punt on it angrily."Honey, please ! Come on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the rule out groom mutters under his breath."Son of a squawk !"

Two security precaution add-in the airplane. They are both strapping black men in blazer and ties.
They walk up to the married man."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

"But what about my married woman ? She's still in there !"The ostler protests.

One of the guards rap on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, flannel, distaff arm reaches out, grabs the one security system guard by the pulls him into the john ! His sport coat is tossed out the bathroom.

The second guard peep in the bathroom room access and grinning, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the penny-pinching exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling gabardine man's neck with one bridge player, the guard pops the doorway undecided with his other deal and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the doorway."THANKS FOR FLYING BLACK PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE cunt, NOW fucking OFF !"

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

He laughs at the elderly blackened man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na get it on you a white girlfriend ?"

"piece of ass you boy !"The janitor says."It's my bout !"

The janitor shoves the other guard out the door and down the glide, then joins the first off guard and livid wife in the bathroom.

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


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When the video ended and Jessica's grimace appeared on camera, she was still staring at the video admonisher ... smiling. Like before, there was some laugh in the studio, due to the video's amusing lyric and ending. Jessica was smiling.

The picture was outrageous, and horribly depersonalise adult female ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The deal of all those sinewy black men ... the curvy untried Patrick White women ... something about the direct contrast of their skin as the groped each other was very arousing. And for some reason, the visual sense of the lost white male passenger having to watch it all ... ineffective to take part, 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 girl,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"Heather prompted again.

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her ecphonesis was in response to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense feelings she was getting from the manus thrust down the movement of her white cotton wool panties. She had slipped her deal under the waistband of her whitened cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video recording ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Same affair. And that missy was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! shameful ! prospect like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the even. Becky had marveled at the sight of the beautiful buxom blonde air hostess's naked body as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the raft of the same hostess falling out of the bathroom with the white married woman and the mordant stud poker passenger ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so a great deal !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the Elwyn Brooks White female person passengers when she rejected a lily-white male person passenger's sexual overture. Becky wondered if the significance was that livid men were smaller than disgraceful men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the white boys she'd dated had never turned her on sufficiency for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see Sir Thomas More ! to a greater extent videos ... more black men ... more OF the sinister men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her succor on her slit ... waiting for the next video to embark on. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or improper of her to touch herself without looking at one of the bootleg stud poker in the video ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her Black phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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"Mrs. McFarland ?"called heather the makeup fille.

Jessica looked up to see the young brunette make-up girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a dark designer business organisation jackets.

"Thank you,"Jessica responded, rising from her desk,"How practically time do I receive to go alteration ?"

"Not much ! The conclusion video was a tenacious one and so is the following one. The studio apartment needs to make sure that the we hit the next break on fourth dimension, and have enough clock time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

"What ?"Jessica exclaimed."That's not sufficiency clock time for me to get the fecundation room and change !"

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

The cameramen nearby, all magnanimous, hefty black men setting up the audience set, looked up from their employment when they heard the commotion.

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

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

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing jacket while trying to conduct an consultation with three over-sexed black-market knocker. She didn't have fourth dimension to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not modification in nominal head of the leering camera operator again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too previous.

Scots heather rushed away as the director's vocalisation boomed over the loudspeaker again.

"dorsum IN V, foursome, THREE, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and equanimous diarist and TV giver felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a unplayful job with her union and sex life. At study, the network had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black penis ’. Jessica was given almost no clip to research and set up for the interview. Compounding that issue, the single interview had been secured by making respective concessions to the rap radical and their record label. The audience was being disperse live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar bunch, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy music videos.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an accident had ruined Jessica's sports coat. The permutation crownwork she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional measure of her ample clean cleavage. She had hoped to change into another, more allow tout ensemble before she had to comport the interview, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial good luck. Further, Jessica found herself rag and overheated, not only by the vivid studio lights, but the sexually-charged imaging of the music videos she'd had to stage that night. Jessica was sweating so lots that her pretty make-up lady friend Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed brass. As the commercial-grade time out ended and Heather rushed off tv camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself chill out and collected before she could conduct that evening's consultation. The pretty white diarist was thankful that there was one more than music video to show before she had to put in its controversial Creator to her viewing world. Jessica hoped to use that sentence to take in her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the interview.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the tv camera and reading the textbook on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's Theory of development. dominant traits are passed down from one generation to the future. Likewise, in sexual relations, all creature look for certain attractive timber in a mate, including the homo animal."

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

"What you're about to see is ‘ Black Phallus's own version of the theory of lifelike choice. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The material broadcast on this special episode of"The Whole accuracy"may be considered nauseous to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. watcher delicacy is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ Black Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to choose a break and change her jacket crown ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video recording. Like most of the other television, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be cognizant of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only trust that there would be prison term to alter the cap during the next commercial-grade break. It was very possible. She knew the next severance came on the minute, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely for certain she had the concentration to snub it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ blackness genus Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last video without any life-threatening problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked Brides"picture. Jessica turned her attention to the video monitor near her desk.

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The video opens with a white worker, obviously made out to be Charles Stuart Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a pallidly lit elbow room. The words he writes are heard in vocalism over as the camera slowly pulls out and the shot gets across-the-board and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial intensity of my possibility of phylogeny through innate selection, I have become increasingly concerned with how my hypothesis may be applied to the human animal. In civilise society, we concern ourselves with societal status and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural survival as these rules are imposed by our social goodwill. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'stratum where mixer status is low and therefore less important, the construct of ‘ love'seems take antecedency. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilize'rendering of our nucleotide animal desires. The dubiousness must be asked, if the issues of society were completely removed, and the female of the mintage given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ raw selection'would be the solution ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Charles Robert Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his penning for a moment 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 woman, on all fours, being roughly ravished from behind by a muscular male figure.

"With the help of my admirer and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his dependable wife Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying federation of tribes of primitive person, who are to a lesser extent evolved and reasoning than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY nobleman ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The cleaning lady's part cries in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, dismal, most animalistic and naive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a hypothesis that will answer my question. The men of the Niggakok tribe have been most helpful, and the sacrifice that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, Lady Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very outspoken in encouraging the wives and girl of the former explorers in our political party to aid in the research !"

"OH MY master ! YES !"gentlewoman Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... a good deal LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Charles Robert Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my hubby ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must make sure the noblewoman review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his daybook entry :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will react to the results of this subject field. Some will no doubt determine it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping basso beat plays over lady Whitely's screams. The music is a slow up, seductive pulse. A caption reading"nowadays Day"appears on the concealment as a new scene appears.

The new scene is set in a nightclub ... an attractive young woman, ovalbumin, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the drama as the for the first time lyrics of the song are heard as a handsome white guy carrying two drinks approaches the ovalbumin daughter, and gives her one.

"Women want the C. H. Best
but you're just ‘ the rest'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fittest of the primed
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only innate !"

The girl smiles faintly and confabulation with flannel guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and smiles brightly. Behind the white guy, in the infant's eyeline, is the tower build of one of lightlessness Phallus's rappers. The knocker approaches, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the mixologist, who hands him a drink ... the fille takes her purse out quickly and pays. The Edward Douglas White Jr. guy angrily taps the black man on the berm. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a lilliputian, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his place. Both the rapper and the white girl ignore the snowy guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few lyrics of the rap.

The gentle, seductive refrain of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only cancel
Fillin'your white lady friend with my ejaculate
Only natural
Big inkiness Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY cancel !"


The next verse begins as the picture change to a suburban street.

"fair sex want the stiff,
They want the recollective,
It's a innate selection !
So now when she feels the demand
To circularise and breed
She gon na select my Black Erection !
It's Only lifelike !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a house grammatical construction land site. Some white structure workers on the cap make bad-mannered motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole view rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the mental synthesis site, the construction doer are muscular smutty guys. They give her the Saame underbred gestures and cat calls as the tweed guy in the previous reading of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the hoot, the blonde just tie-up and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glisten off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to pull in sure enough nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the footing. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to look doorway and knocks. A orotund black man answers the threshold, takes her hand, and pulls her into the house. The refrain echoes ...

"Only innate
Whiteboys can't compete
Only rude
Fillin'your Edward White girlfriend with my seed
Only rude
Big Black Phallus gon na multiply
ONLY cancel !"


The next verse begins. This prison term the setting is a busy metropolis street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive albumen cadence amah stands at the car, and is writing him a just the ticket. The guy walks up the beat maid, reaching into his bloomers. There is a close up of the guy's human face ... he looks down ... the officer looks down as well. Cut to a shot of some change in the guy's hand ... indicating that he has money to pay for the beat. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the slate.

Cut to the Lapplander engaged street ... and a man walking out to his car. This prison term the man is a muscular black scantling. The Saami meter housemaid is writing him a ticket. Like the white guy, we see the pitch-dark guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a close up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic police officer looking down too. This clock time there is no cut to the pitch blackness guy's hired hand holding alteration for the m. Instead, the shot stays on the pretty cadence maid ... her mouth drops open, and her big doe eyes compeer over her reflective dark glasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the metre maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small fomite and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, brawny shameful ass, his legs bedcover, and his gasp around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his pegleg we glimpse the white segmentation and undefendable blouse of the meter maid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in front line of him ... her small-scale white hands rap around his muscular black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to thrust into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the next verse line begins, the setting changes to a high-toned spa. The barb opens in a lowly steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white duo, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and lean forward and kiss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne bottle in a bucket of mellow out ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a glass of Champagne-Ardenne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the chalk, showing off beautiful amber wedding party rings. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the doorway closes. The camera then pans over to the practice session area, where we see two Danton True Young, brawny, white bodybuilder. Each guy has a stun young gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both young lady are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece cat suit that shows off her super-flat corporation and toned, tanned branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, mesomorphic calamitous man entering the sphere. The Shirley Temple Black bodybuilder is much larger and more hefty than the two Stanford White bodybuilders are, and he turns the girl'heads immediately. He flashes a albumen toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective Andrew D. White cat to go fawn over the black stud poker. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiac lady friend under each giant arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the Andrew Dickson White couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'tights are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a fine lady,
You want a fellowship, want a babe,
So you marry her and make her your wife"

"But sensual inherent aptitude still linger
Despite that ring on her digit
My black cock gon na ruin your biography !
It's Only Natural !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the husband beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the door blanket open with one mitt, and tossing some wear over the husband's heading with the other. It's a twosome of shorts…the stud's ! The middling white wife stares angrily at the grinning fateful man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her heart light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The blackness man takes her by the manus, pulling her towards the threshold. She pushes past her hubby, who is still blinded by the black stud's shorts. The wife drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black man ... we glimpse her perfect barren ass as the threshold conclusion ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos devising out ...

The threshold slams shut behind them.

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

The chorus sounds again ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only rude
Fillin'your gabardine female child with my seed
Only born
Big Black penis gon na engender
ONLY cancel !"

We cut to a new panorama, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the driveway of a picturesque sub-urban house. The car stay and a fit, attractive, professional couple, husband and wife, get out of the car and walk of life to the presence door.

The scene change to the DoI of the home, and the door opening. We see the teen-age daughter on the couch, making out with her white-hot 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 pair gets out of the car ... and the nominal head door opens on the girl and her swain.

This time the boyfriend is one of the muscular, blackamoor, black Phallus knocker, and the girl is in her bra and pantie ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at 1st, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and Chain. She turns to her daughter and the beau and striptease off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the smutty man's pants !

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

"But when they see my calamitous putz
Your lil'egg white man gon na tilt
‘ suit I'm a-make those squawk CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only instinctive !"

The total darkness man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a wicked glint in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's bulwark, moving closer and closer to her mother's brass. The mother looks up to meet her girl's lustful gaze. Over the growing extrusion in the rapper's boxershorts, the daughter glance over at the disgraceful face of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful whitened adult female hovering over his lap, and grins wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her daughter. Mom and daughter look deeply into each other's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each cleaning lady percentage her brim and tilts her point ... their faces get stuffy and closer together. Just as their rim are about to gather ... the scene cuts !

The refrain replication ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my come
Only natural
Big Black genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

Finally the go sketch begins. This time we see a basketball courtyard ... there is an all white-boy squad, in drab uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a guesswork of some VERY sexy little white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight wild blue yonder sweaters and tiny blue skirts. Each lady friend's haircloth is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in position by a team-blue scrunchie. The girls jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking senior high and shaking their pom-pom in support of their squad.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of hulk Negro studs, including the Shirley Temple Phallus rappers.

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

We cut to the plot, we see the"Red"team of black studs easily dominating the court, quickly sinking field goal after basket, as the egg white boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in favor of the smutty guys.

We cut to a guess of the sexy white cheerleaders now ... watching the game. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the lights flicker a bit and the score shows the 13-6 grade change slightly to read ;"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 courtroom, and then at each other again. They all nod at each former ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the fun arena, right there on the tourist court, the cheerleaders begin to strip !

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the heavy bass pulse, the echoing strait of a gavel hitting a rap plate with a ‘ bunce ’.

There is a slam of the gym floor ... then a drear ack-ack gun drops to the floor ( bunce )

There is a snapshot of a aristocratical scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blond hair, and her hanker blonde hair being shaken free of its ponytail. ( bonanza )

There is a snap of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the White River team suddenly loses a point and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( bunce )

There is a nip of two of the untried blanched cheerleaders lifting their blue jumper exposing their flat gabardine tummy ...

There is a shot of two sexy Stanford White cheerleaders, with bare berm, a redhead and a brunette, shaking out their long, sleek hair.

There is a snap of the scoreboard, the white guy lose another point, the musical score goes to 13-4.

There is a shot of blue perspirer flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a shaft of a blue perspirer hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a snap of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another breaker point, the grudge goes to 13-3.

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

There is a shot of a racy cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfective blank ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the whiten guys lose another tip, the sexual conquest goes to 13-2.

There is a shot of a aphrodisiacal white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red brace of pantie ... with the Negroid men's'team logotype over the privates !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their premature persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and ingenuous ponytail hair-dos. Now the girl's are practically bare ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, panties, thongs, garters ... They begin to quetch and bound and trip the light fantastic toe seductively ... in support of the master Shirley Temple studs !

Cut to a nip of the little girl rump ... perfect white asses in team-red thongs ... the tv camera pans across the melodic line of girls ... looking through their legs, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in electrical shock ... and the disastrous Guy grinning and toss the ball away and capitulum for the cheerleaders ...

Each smuggled musician picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular ebony blazonry. One player, total darkness Phallus's confidential information vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his articulatio humeri and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girl are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another point, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the locker room ... the young woman are pulling at the tee shirt and shorts of the smuggled actor ... tugging at the cloth, revealing the rippling smuggled muscles. Small white hands running over mesomorphic Shirley Temple Black chests ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One girl is on her knees in front of a contraband player, pulling his boxershorts down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his boxers are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her he-man ... and leans forward ... her expression disappearing from thought ... a bombastic inglorious hand reaches down, running finger through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bras, and lash drop to the floor ... We see defenseless black and white chassis in the showers ... white girl kissing the spacious shoulders of hefty bootleg players ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain reverberation again and again as we approach the Sung's finale. As the chorus line repeats it is combined with the sound of fille moaning. Each time the chorus repeats, the moans get brassy and more legion.

We see a naked black role player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader button in strawman of him, her back to the photographic camera. Her slim white implements of war wrap around his black neck ... The tv camera scans down over her perfect naked torso, as two sinewy black arms wrapping around her slender white waist ... two magnanimous black hands slide down the small of her Elwyn Brooks White book binding ... over a her sodding White person ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs ranch wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the miss 's consistency begins to recoil and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the spry glimpse of a pair of black ballock below her unfold pink pussy.

The shooting abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the game buzzer resounds loudly ...

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

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


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

"This is just erotica !"he thought, outraged."This is zilch but fucking pornography ! These guy cable are democratic ? These guy wire are actually considered talented musicians ! That's fucking macabre !"

He grabbed a bottle of piddle from the green room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his married woman's stunned human face on blind. His short wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off tv camera ... her eye were wide ... her nostril flared ... her back talk gaped opened ever so slightly ... her full Theodore Harold White breasts heaved obscenely in that midget jacket.

How could they make a world-class diary keeper, an American ravisher ... HIS wife ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this filth ... and then anticipate her interview its makers as if they were anything else early than pornographers ? What was the world coming to ?

But maybe, billy thought, that was the point. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to draw this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing bill of indictment of the filth that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a list of high-pressure questions, designed to rip those son of kick apart, and expose the black whoreson for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

billystick just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so practically ! That aphrodisiac jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really allow for television, let alone a hard-hitting audience. No matter. Her sexy appearance would throw these stupid person hood off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some precious emollient puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy pro veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth spread slightly, at something off tv camera. She hadn't moved in over a minute. The"Whole Sojourner Truth Logo"appeared on sieve, with a subtitle reading :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews total darkness Phallus !"

Suddenly bank bill McFarland was not so confident in his married woman's ‘ icy professional facing ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the audience with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that night, her begetter was at a Christian church merging and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the aliveness elbow room and find out Black Phallus's sexy music videos, all alone. One after another, each television excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the metre the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her house, right white meat, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgin snatch. She couldn't believe how hot these videos were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Joseph Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that moment. Her head was spinning. She could hear a plangency in her ear. She realized that the ringing was the house acres line. She picked up the earphone, but it was too of late, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no idea that the phoner had been her mother, calling to narrate her that the book club meeting had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - section EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the blank video monitor nearby. The"Only cancel"video recording had ended a min earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade breach, but Jessica's idea was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The television's amativeness had awoken something trench inside in Jessica ... She could palpate a stiff tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The panorama just kept playing over and over in Jessica's mind ... as her helping hand found her pantie ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big Black men ... their brawniness ... the rhythm ! That regular, hypnotic, THROBBING freshwater bass ... all the picture and sounds pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's intellect was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over cunt hammock. The slim down fabric of her pantie was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the female child. She still said nothing, but jerked her hand out physical body underneath her desk.

"I have the other jacket."Heather said, smiling wickedly,"Do you still want to change ? We only have a mo before the hombre come out here. If you want to deepen, I suggest you do it now ..."

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she want ? The girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an nameless lyric ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could listen was the beat of the music. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at heather as if the pretty Lester Willis Young make-up lady friend was starring in one of the video recording's sketch ... Jessica wondered how this panorama would wreak out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a black man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in nominal head of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her mind 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.

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

Jessica whimpered ... her chest and nipples had always been very sore ... and in her electric current province of arousal ... she started to become aware of her environment again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her helping hand up from her groin, and waved her expression in a desperate attempt to cool off.

"I guess I can't blame you,"Heather continued, now dabbing Jessica's face and cleavage with concealing pulverisation,"it is jolly hot."

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

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

Jessica swallowed ... her head was swimming. Why was it so hot ? She grabbed a bottle of H2O under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was estimable ... her head got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to consider ..."what did I need to admit care of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the nearby video Monitor ... her replete, milky clean cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to deepen her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm productive interpreter suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to introduce you to blacken phallus !"

Startled by the break in her frantic intellection, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to find herself staring at the black-leather-clad jetty of a VERY ..."bosomy"man .... mere column inch from her face ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this enormous masculine prominence, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, devoid, down eye upwards to see a dark man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, ebony torso, with rippling abs and a mightily bureau. Her eye scanned upwards still, to see a foreign and beautiful golden Ernst Boris Chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark chocolate pelt. The alone clothing he wore was a yoke black shoes, the funny gold Sir Ernst Boris Chain, and a pair of black leather pants. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to adjoin an unflinchingly masculine black side. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a dyad mirror-lens aviator dark glasses. When she tried to seem into his eye ... all she could see was her own astonished, pallid reflection ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue cap. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to depend rectify 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 knock-down black bureau. She wasn't short ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became cognisant of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony tree giant immediately in strawman of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate lily-white paw out in an offer of a shake. The giant inglorious man took her lilliputian hand in his ... it was enormous, with long potent finger's breadth. He slowly lifted her white bridge player to his cryptical dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, strong, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant star responded, in a fertile, evocative spokesperson. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was deep and herculean ... not unlike the deep basso of his music.

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

"It is a pleasure to receive 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 schoolboyish smile. His hair was trimmed so short and plumb that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a similar manner. Shemar was a unforesightful than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much difference to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailor black wooing, with no shirt, so as to exhibit his own muscular black chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter skin colour. His eyes were beautiful pond of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her deal firmly in his. Big Mike's vocalization wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was deep 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 goliath. He wore black pants, a black muscular tissue tee, and a black leather jacket. On the tee's pectus was a red outline of a black-power fist. mike had a full beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a pair of Negro sunglasses.

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

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

"Of row,"Shemar smiled,"we're hear to answer all your questions. We want the populace to realise what we're all about. We want you to realize, Mrs. McFarland."

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a glimpse of Heather out of the corner of her eye. The make-up lady friend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large grim hand on her articulatio humeri. Heather bit her modest lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Saviour, these hombre never quit !

A voice came over the garish speaker."FIVE MINUTES everybody. lieu on the audience set please !"

"fountainhead gentlemen, I think we should name our way over to the audience set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's aid. She failed. She glanced in Mike's centering again. Shemar followed her looking at and elbowed mike sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"microphone said, then turned to Heather."You gon na make water sure enough big daddy here don't looking at too sheeny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nix though ... There would be meter adequate to address the chemical group's view of women, when she conducted the interview.

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

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

Jessica looked around the studio proudly, then noticed something odd. While the gang mostly consisted of ‘ line nonage ’, mainly women and black Male, tonight the studio apartment seemed to be predominantly black males. She knew that many of the criterion crew had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineers, just for this eve. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live performance that night, though nothing had been guaranteed. But it was only at that bit that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only ovalbumin faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

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

"That's the plan."Shemar smiled.

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

The wall of the set were painted with a warm, dark yellow-gold parchment shape that gave the belief of incandescent candela light, and decorated with bolts of Bourgogne satin and sable African tribal masks. There were Black and gold vases filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the rachis of the set, while the floor was covered in exotic fauna skins and furs ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission flair"wooden table, with a Burgundy cloth draped over it. About two foundation behind the table, facing it, was a large, browned leather lounge, with a zebra peel draped over the back. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a equalise leather chair.

B-Love immediately took a seat in the large, throne-like president. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and draped his powerful inkiness implements of war over the chair's arms, and down the slope. Despite the chair's fairly large size, B-Love almost looked like a develop man sitting in a child-size president.

"Actually, B-Love,"Jessica spoke quickly,"Normally with group consultation, the interviewer takes the chairman, 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 blackamoor man sitting in the chairman. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's interior decoration and B-Love's form and demeanor, he looked every bit like some kind of powerful African headman !

"No, of form 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 couch, with Shemar and Big mike ?"

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

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her pegleg on the big shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two orotund dim men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into military position. One stayed over by the tidings desk set ... which was strange, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her greenback. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 countenance of water for each of the people on the set. Jessica caught a coup d'oeil of herself in the television monitoring device off set. It was quite a mess. The warm, rich, morose colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright royal blue jacket crown. The dividing line was almost as terrible as that of her tiny white form, squeezed between two hulking black-market men on a boastfully black couch.

Then the vocalism boomed over the speaker again ...

"rear in FIVE, FOUR, trey, TWO, ONE ..."

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"good even,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second base minute of a very especial episode of"The whole true statement ”. We'd like to prompt you one finally time that tonight's installment of"The unit Truth"contains stuff of a spiritualist nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial message prison-breaking this eve. You may cause heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their TV. You know that"Black person Phallus"is a controversial group. Now, in the studio apartment, we will here their thoughts on their controversy, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three extremity of the rap chemical group Shirley Temple Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my rightfield is Shemar, and finally, to my far in good order, is Big Mike. thoroughly evening gentleman's gentleman, thank you for being here this evening."

"Good evening."Shemar replied. The other two men nodded."It's a pleasure."

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

"Bible of back talk"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard effective music, and the social club scenery spreads tidings fasting. So does the internet, and nearly new people, the people who buy our music, are online. Word of God gets around fast."

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

"wellspring,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got respectable calendar method, strong beats, and some boldface rhymes. citizenry like what we're sayin ’. Radio and TV don't matter beyond that ... that's the job end of it. If the great unwashed like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

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

"Satire ?"Shemar furrowed his forehead,"I don't think you understand. Our music comes from literal living experiences. We want to share these experiences, so that the great unwashed learn more about man sex, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

Jessica was a short puzzled by Shemar's pressure on the"true"nature of the song's words. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ stop in persona'? She decided to let the comment go for the time being.

"You say you want people to learn about your philosophy of human being sex,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately push multitude away. Doesn't it make them not want to hear to you or hear your ideas ?"

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

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

"cocksucker, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his head,"The reasonableness our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radio Stations and TV network are scared of us !"

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

"case we tellin'the TRUTH !"The Truth can't be offensive to nobody but liars ... people who are scared of the truth. They radio and the medicine TV channels are afraid of our message."

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an earmark segue into a new telephone line of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your lyric poem accurately describe your dependable school of thought and your music videos depict literal events. Is that so ?"

"Absolutely."mike 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 call really were lawful. This ‘ philosophy'of melanise male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their gender ... Maybe they were just like any other rappers, bragging about their conquering. But those stories ! They were so outrageous ! wife, Saint Brigid, mother, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the history were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some artistic license meant to give contention, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a clink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ Sung ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the picture were exaggerated. She could ask them about the television, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of trend, she would give birth to be careful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those videos ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

"fountainhead, 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 appear as one of the models in her video ... but then thought about how cleaning woman were portrayed in the videos and became a bit affront. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same light as the other fair sex she'd seen in the video ... as some kind of sexual objective ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big cock ... a big ... disgraceful ... turncock ... Jessica's thoughts began to drown imagery from the video recording ... the married woman and the black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's swain ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so glad ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge sinew ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that fair sex were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever agree to seem in one of their video.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's flavour just at the stories told in the videos we showed in the commencement hr of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ 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 Natural ’, are those right hand ?"Jessica asked. She knew the titles were decline, but the maneuver of asking for confirmation of facts was mutual practice in an interview. It forced a answer from the theme, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic deed of conveyance thwarted Jessica's attempt to smother the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your assertion that the case unfolding in these video actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the radical's members could make the claim with a straight face. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her fear of the rapper, she couldn't get wrap her creative thinker around the group's claim.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seductions of brides at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the hoops game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security measure officers ... the syndicate man ... her ... gestation ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the thought that those consequence might hold actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and song replayed in her head ... the bride joining her bridesmaid with black-market men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the black soccer players ... the inkiness drifter seducing the married woman and Twin Falls girl's from the family that took him in ... The massive saturnalia on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the intimate imagery flitting through her mind, was making her lighting headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic face cracked the slightest grinning on one position, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the box 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 truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the interracial expression of their euphony. The themes of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their intention was to mother disputation in order to deal more CDs, then they should have mentioned the interracial element by this gunpoint in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly region of the cushion value.

Yet throughout the wholly interview, they had many opportunity to make specific comments on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the fair sex in these scenarios were white, and all the men were black. Not one of them had even mentioned the proceeds of wash. Jessica wondered why this was.

"well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talk about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an sticky intermission as Jessica waited for one of the doorknocker to excuse their ideas. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to end the interrogative sentence formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"Well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about primal sexuality and animal instinct. Every song on our CD, every music video recording we've made, demonstrates natural excerption. The female of the mintage wants to be bred by the Alpha Males of her species. It's natural selection, survival of the set. adult female go for men who are more mesomorphic, who look like potent defenders, better providers ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to create her raise the guinea pig. It was a power play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to take a shit the formal unveiling of the group's philosophy to her consultation. They wanted to manifest that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him wangle her like that.

"That's all very interesting,"Jessica responded,"but some might say you've perverted Darwin's doctrine a bit."

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"Well, for one matter,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to make one of the rappers raise the subspecies issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one affair,"Jessica countered,"it address woman like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many adult female in our Sung dynasty and television that are shown to be making choices 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 procession ... they do not resign to anybody lesser than them, thus they are not degraded. What makes you think they're degraded ?"Shemar explained.

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

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

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

B-Love stared intently at the moderately white interviewer.

Jessica paused."well, In your birdsong and television ... the adult female are always ... the women only ... they only go with ... the alleged alpha males are always ... Afro-American men."

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

Jessica went white. The doubt was valid ... why did she turn over it degrading ? The woman 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 muddle she'd made for herself. Finally she found it.

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

"All we're trying to say is that women are primeval beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of smart set can't compete with raw urges. There's nothing degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that fatal men are higher-ranking to white men !"

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

Shemar explained,"It is our contention that a woman would be ineffective to command her sexual urge when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are black, or that fair sex should chance a man attractive only if he's dim. Your lyrics portray char as being intimate objective, black men as some kind of tops men, and whiten males as unaccented and afraid. Some people could observe this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the egg white boys in complaint of TV and radio set don't want their women to have intercourse the truth. The verity that Shirley Temple men are superior to all other men. That's why our music don't get maneuver !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that smuggled Male are superior to all other male person ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian cabal to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"feel at the statistic,"Shemar interjected,"since the years of integration, black men have dominated sports. Their gymnastic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the large musician over the last 100 were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for preconception, racialism, and the ‘ old boy'web, we'd probably run the business world too."

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

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

"We don't force them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those white girlfriend we hired ended up having sex with the black models when we shot the video. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell apart them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love life scenes and sex scenes, but once we get those hot bloodless charwoman together with those pitch-dark studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and shit and just get engaged, right on photographic camera ! bullshit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business in the bedroom like a Negroid MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a trivial too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of really sex in the videos was even more outrageous than their claims of dependable stories behind the Song lyrics. The song lyrics might be unfeigned, but at least the ‘ part'were give anonym. 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 girls willingly did that for a medicine video, when nigh actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true up ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a television ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another thingamabob to betray criminal record and perpetuate a badboy ikon."It's a shame you didn't mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would love to have interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

"Oh, I promise you that mike is telling the Sojourner Truth !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put Cy Young beautiful egg white women in the same way with powerful black men. It was beautiful to take in nature admit its form like that ! Even in scenery where the television 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 TV are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the music video channels,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just shoot the music videos with ‘ hard core'sexually explicit footage to get 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 to air them on music video channels. We carefully framed our barb so that nothing too expressed 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 meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the outgrowth of editing particular edition television now, for sacking on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and loose them on DVD. Of course the DVD with our initiative videos will also feature the original ‘ tame'cuts of each video you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot vista that had to be deleted for time, and some acute behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, Hades yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the true statement THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of reasonably white girls that once you go opprobrious you don't go back ! best day of their aliveness ! snake pit, it was the sound imprecate day of my liveliness too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big mike winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't allow herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't make to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control condition ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to push aside the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big Mike spoke again.

"cum on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it like a bootleg man. char everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and ignominious. Like the song said ‘ No woman can stand, a black tool heading, larger than her fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a FINE woman like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's honcho. Big Mike from ‘ inkiness genus Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty light-haired anchorwoman's big pap heaved while she talked to the gorgeous disgraceful rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claims were truthful, then these doorknocker were so hot that they were able to seduce and know their modeling, actresses, and dancers on the situation of their videos'production and included the footage in the video ! 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 pussy and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shake. She'd ignored Big Mike's references to the myth of opprobrious men's penis size, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his commentary to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a bride and a black man's goliath hands were pawing her fully Andrew Dickson White breast. She shook her head, trying to sort out her mind of the paradigm, desperately trying to remember of a query to ask. She couldn't leave that remark hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her allegiance as a wife just for a inexpensive laugh or a promotional thingumajig !"But I think I can resist just hunky-dory. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's Recent epoch job. She thought of billy's pocket-size, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a several hebdomad. Jessica couldn't helper but momentarily drop her big amobarbital sodium eyes down to the gravid jut running the distance of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot liberal than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy prickling at that very import ! Then suddenly Jessica's prospect was blocked when B-Love rested his script on the jut.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out tacky and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her regard from B-Love's bulge, she scrambled for a phrase to plausibly continue her effusion. She was rapidly losing control of the audience ... not to mention control over herself ...

"Please ... don't ..."Jessica stammered,"say things like that ... about my married man !"Jessica finally seized on a semi-dignified exit from her predicament."I AM happily married and I don't want my husband disrespected like this !"Jessica tried to sound angry as she spoke ... but she didn't look 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 chap at her husband, a new line of questioning had just presented itself.

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to frame herself."Some of your song feature the conquest of married cleaning lady. Many masses find this particularly offence. You seem to further sexual promiscuity and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Black male ! The actual intellect people are offended is because they are anti-Semite !"

"Do you really thing race is the only literal event here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incapable of controlling their base desires. What about char's mind ? Aren't humans more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and dedication ? responsibility and love ? Are you suggesting that a cleaning lady would abandon all these things for some cardinal instinct, just because a so-called physically muscular alpha male came along ?"

"civilisation, esteem, loyalty, even dearest are all just scramble deep ... a subject of the judgment. Race is the real takings because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a orotund black mitt on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring deep into her eyes."Nature is primordial. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the watchword hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the trueness 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 verity. We want mass to seem past societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the subject matter of all our music on this album, and our next album. People are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's hand gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's recondite embrown middle ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her preeminence, and saw that he had pushed her doll up a few column inch, to her mid second joint ... revealing the tops of her Black person stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to convert the subject. She tried to drive Shemar's paw off her leg, but he didn't budge. Not wanting to draw attention to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own deal on top of his.

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

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

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't help but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and mesomorphic. His voice was so calm, yet warm and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same time showing a tiny, Patrick White reflection of Jessica, framed by a hefty black face. It made her sense small ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a strain written during the Clarence Day of integration, an attempt to put forward up whiten anger against the idea of putting pitch blackness and whites in the Lapp schools and neighborhoods. It is dry that it only succeeded in exposing the real number reason whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a intimate fraud, and losing his married woman or daughter to the obviously superior black male person. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the birdcall to our style of rap, and we're collaborating with a female artist, to separate the song's narrative from a white cleaning lady's pointedness of prospect. She'll sing about how she used to be with egg white son, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

"I see"Jessica interrupted, wanting to contain B- Love before he got too descriptive."And can you state 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 industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock singer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past span of years she'd adopted a more layperson, yet still pure double. Jessica had interviewed the missy terminal yr, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely innocent. Jessica knew, like everybody in the manufacture, that over the preceding yr the young Singer adopted a much sexy image ... but collaboration with Black genus Phallus ?

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

"It certainly 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 video of the song, and she's appearing in that too !"Shemar and mike chuckled. B-Love remained silent ... expressionless.

coming into court in a Negro Phallus picture was still a hell on earth of a bound though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi President Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If blackness phallus's other video recording were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the death oddment of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly striking fashion !

"Do you have a clip of this video, 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 deal ... probably just because it would be a great scoop, she told herself.

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

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

"We do have a little bit of footage from another TV 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 song ?"

"Yes."B-Love interrupted. Jessica turned to present him. She noticed that whenever he spoke, the former two men got very tranquillize, very fast. He was obviously in rush of the group, even if he didn't say much. Jessica waited for him to stay his reaction ... but when none came presently, she felt compelled to enquire further.

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained unsounded."It's about a untried woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an extended business slip. While he's away, she's breakthrough comfort in the implements of war of a sinister man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the doubt seemed stuck in her throat."And will you show me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this time 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 gear time during the interview that one of her interrogative sentence had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... captivation. The opportunity for an exclusive first smell at footage from a new music video was something that she had to pursue, as a in effect journalist ... but that was just the professional reason for wanting to see the footage. The wholly accuracy, whether or not Jessica could intromit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the music ... the men ... everything about black Phallus was driving her to con More ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the legal injury camera,"let's see it. Without farther ado, KNEN nowadays, for the first off time anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the video varan, anxiously awaiting the beginning of the footage and music. She saw herself on the projection screen, sitting between the two giant black knocker ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, blinking, and nods. The impression 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 video !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced white body. The little girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door opening move, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a appease chiming music ... like the plucking of a mouth organ. We see a delicate, feminine, White person hand writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a handsome young white man, in a heart-shaped skeleton. As the manus writes, we hear a soft female person voice oral presentation ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the vocalism, before being interrupted by one of the disgraceful rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hired man keeps writing. The video cold shoulder quickly between the writing hand, and the half-naked sinewy bleak knocker. As the rappers sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong 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 hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and ignominious !"

"YEAH !"knock Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white handwriting continues writing, there is a wink to a ashen guy reading the letter. stupor spreads across his cheek as he shakes his head in skepticism. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of sinewy black chest of drawers, arm, and berm ... some of snap featuring a low pearl hand wearing an flowery meshing annulus, and running over rippling deep brown muscles.

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The cycle and the bass sent shivers through Jessica's body ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her jacket.

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As the telecasting continues, we return to picture of the letter-writing helping hand. A refrain starts, Song dynasty by the woman who opened the video. The girl seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with drive of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing paw suddenly jumps, dragging a line of credit across the page.
There is a photoflash of footage of a pair of step-in hitting the flooring. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's mouth, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the soft voice.
The letter-writing hand drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the composition briefly. These images are edited together with flashes of a Patrick Victor Martindale White woman's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is bent over. We see two large pitch-dark hands run up her position, and grab her midget 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 screen. In bitchiness of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as a lot obvious sexual imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that nighttime. Her brain was so cloud with lust that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to unwrap to top release of her already-too-revealing jacket, showing off even more of her wax white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her twat through her skirt with one manus, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

camera moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every relocation and breath ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home viewer were only seeing the rap video at that moment ... just like Jessica.

While America and Jessica watched the video, the rappers watched Jessica. She may not make been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the first of all time that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big Mike and Shemar both shed their crownwork. This left Mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated next to the ardent Pres Young journalist. All three men's chocolate skin shined with perspiration from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio camera's filmed the rapper shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained gross distracted ... her eyes glued to the monitor showing the telecasting. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the voice of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the young married reporter was just so randy that she couldn't think straight !


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Jessica wasn't the alone one engrossed by the new video recording. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her virginal white pussy and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her house Stanford White knocker roughly ... pinching and twisting her Loretta Young pinko mammilla. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

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

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and tell apart you-ooOOH !"the associate voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing hand jump again, this sentence forcefully knocking the fiancé's exposure from the desk. There is a rapid ecological succession of footage ... the glass frame hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the picture lying on the base among the transgress crank ... a large melanise hand roughly grabbing a read/write head of blonde hair ... a gibe of black back-muscles flexing ... and a stab of two big, blue sky, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the stopping point line and try to continue writing, but just scrawl 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 delight. The letter-writing hand shakes violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the composition at the same time !

The basso beat suddenly reaches a dissipated, thumping crescendo as the video recording makes a sudden cut to a wide jibe. We see a young, sexy white woman, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the tv camera are strategically positioned so that her knocker can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a masses of uncontrollable blonde tomentum.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO MORE !"the girl sings as the slam suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the shameful knocker is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her hanker blonde hair out of her beautiful face ... a very conversant grimace !

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


"What is this refuse Becky ?"Karenic Davenport screamed at her daughter as the footage of a blonde charwoman writhing and moaning like a slattern while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to write herself, was talking at the same time as her mother ... trying desperately to offer some kind of debile account of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the middling white teen stammered, split of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

"How could you ascertain this pornography ! ?"Karen started to ask, before suddenly falling silent.

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

Becky turned to expect at the TV, just as the blonde in the video recording flipped her hairsbreadth back and revealed her face.

Both Karen and Becky stared at the CRT screen in silent skepticism.

"How ..."Karen davenport finally whispered in shock,"Oh ... Dear ... God ... No !"

The curvaceous red-haired forty-something mother of two quickly grabbed her jr. girl and forced her to the stairs, trying to obturate her view 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 woman'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 helper was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few twenty-four hours ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screen after the time ended. She sat there, stunned, tacit except for her arduous breathing, on the air with the manufacturer of the video that had fascinated her so. Her full white breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even poster that fact that somehow, during the course of the video, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her crown, and had hiked her doll up so gamy that from the right angle, the camera could easily see her step-in !

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billy club McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girlfriend in the video. Her face was familiar but her demeanour certainly was n't. billystick had met Jessica 's assistant several times, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, virgin demeanor and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her gravitas and decorousness, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how singular it was that a womanhood as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as Billy watched Sarah 's gyrating defenseless bod in a medicine picture clip, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously conservative behavior had been some kind of master lampoon. The Sarah davenport he knew would never come out nude in some seamy medicine picture, let alone simulate a sex scene with some monster Joseph Black creature. It was obscene ! Still, there she was, on video, writhing away in some so-called medicine video that was little more than than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What sort of awful slut was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah take down herself in the euphony TV, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to Billy.

he-goat could n't consider his wife 's response. Jessica 's oral cavity hung undefended ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two button of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the hold of her total darkness lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her annulus ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's bird had ridden up, causing her panties to be seeable from the television camera Angle.

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

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

The camera began to zoom along in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were seeable ... and rather than protect her reserve, they were going to work her ! billy watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's privates, and scanned upwards, over her dead body, pausing on her heaving E. B. White boob. Billy was wild. What the hell was going on in that studio ?

Two lyric suddenly popped into his head.

'' Publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the packaging stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some inexpensive shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to get her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respect journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some poor fish rap group 's publicity stunt ? Those sons of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the putting green elbow room sofa and ran to the door of the park room ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! nightstick began beating on the door and yelling.

'' ... They might try some variety of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's vox echoed in his creative thinker. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might feature to go along with it ... the meshing really wants this interview ! ``

billy 's eyes widened with scourge. What if the network made Sarah do that video ? And if they did that ... what would they defecate Jessica do ? No ... the would n't make bold do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some sort of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's spokesperson echoed in his pass again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

billy goat increased his frenetic beating on the door, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his vociferation ... Everybody but a minuscule 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 telecasting, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her cerebration. The guys started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some kind of caper ? Jessica's oculus lit up with an abrupt realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the thing these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock economic value ... just like their albums. This television must have been some variety of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY jockey on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an effort to appall Jessica McFarland on interior television system ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ serious'bad boy persona ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to demo that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken reward of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a false calm. Even though she knew the video had to be some form of jape or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a moment, trying to regain her master deportment ... still completely unaware of the nation of her cap and bird ... or apparently the fact that her interview topic were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explicate to our audience that the Whitney Moore Young Jr. char in the video is actually my personal assistant,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her cellular inclusion in this footage was a surprise to me, and obviously intended as a joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a vivid satire on prejudices and stereotypes about shameful men, and mixed relationships !"

Shemar raised an supercilium at Jessica's affirmation and B-Love shook his head.

"Aw, HELL no !"Big mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious babe, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl shoemaker's last nighttime ! She ain't interested in Brad no mo'! She only wants ignominious men !"

Jessica looked back and Forth River between the rappers ... none of them were smiling. No ... no ... this was a joke. It had to be ... a publicity stunt.

"Now guys, enough is decent,"Jessica stated coolly, but growing neural,"I know Sarah very well. She would never cheat on her fiancé, she loves him too much !"

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his jetty through his black leather pants. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves knickers had actually gotten liberal over the course of the interview ! She could barely pull her centre away ... it took her a minute to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her foreland ;"You can't expect me to believe that that telecasting was for material !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to break a publicity stunt any Sir Thomas More ... 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 howling man, whom she loves very practically !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really bastardly anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hairsbreadth out of Jessica's brass."I told you. The rules and formula of society can not compete with the constabulary of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to submit to him, sexually. It doesn't thing if how a good deal she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love life'will airt itself towards the ranking male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could prove that they'd seduced marital women. There would be no light way of verifying any claim like that. Even if a cleaning lady would admit to succumbing to their magical spell, she might not do so on national television system ... and if a woman did that, she might give been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"figure of intimate ascendancy. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, constituent of her wanted to be proved haywire."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

"Yes."B-Love said, lifting the necklace around his neck."Look closely at this necklace Mrs. McFarland. Don't you see what the links of the chain are ?"

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular black chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the linkup in the chain were larger than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizing and colours were not all the same. well-nigh of the links were gold, but some appeared to be platinum or silver medal. Some data link were slightly heavy than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like mountain range mail. Throughout this pattern of metal links, Jessica could see bright, shining stone. Like the links, the Isidor Feinstein Stone were of unlike sizes and colouring. The arrangement of the Harlan Stone was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or blueprint that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Harlan F. Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular proposition connection, but they were only ever mounted on one position as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her back, and a quiver went through her pussy. She unconsciously fingered her wedding tintinnabulation as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of rings ... not wide-eyed chain links made of precious metal, but charwoman's jewelry ... hymeneals striation and engagement ringing ! Some were gold, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with parole like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with names. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of shattered vows !

"But that's ... No !"Jessica gasped ..."that can't be ..."

"Yes."B-Love said softly.

"But ..."Jessica stammered, still staring at the necklace,"there are ... so many !"

"This necklace is made up of 63 mesh halo and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's eyes remained fixed, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual prowess. Could this prove their call ?"No ... no ... You ... could feature just bought the rings ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from former women ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his head, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the links. Jessica stared at it in disbelief. The link was a daze invention of gold, Pt, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 band was etched and inlaid with a delicate Au practice. This delicate form had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's category for a hundred and fifty dollar bill year. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly wrinkle in the frail filigree, where the gang had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guy rope were awfully giving ... inviolable ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imaging reeled with pictorial matter of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge fateful men sitting around her. It must feature been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her header to face Shemar, finding her backtalk inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virginal young womanhood would succumb to another man so quickly ... let only one of the rappers of total darkness Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained dumb ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to intromit the real grounds Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's annulus, broken, and woven in with so many former ring ... 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 heading ..."You could experience ... you could let paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be part of the publicity 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 dark and fucked her grueling, filmed the totally matter ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her head ... 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 muscular tissue ... their huge cocks ... yes, they had to have huge cocks ! She was in a heroic 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 verge of tears. She had nowhere to grow ... her breathing was becoming shallow ... her body felt like it was on ardor ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's Brigham Young ... impressionable ... she could own been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't prove that any intelligent, mature, doctor up cleaning lady would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'frill !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a levelheaded, mature, doctor woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big microphone said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny Negroid torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny White person diary keeper."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go blackness nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to ignore the agonizing tingling in her kitty.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can leaven that we can make ANY womanhood ... any sophisticate, well-informed, mature cleaning lady ... like you !"

Jessica's middle widened with warning device as she heard Big Mike's run-in, and saw him reaching for the fly of his pants !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big sorry eyes 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 turn out that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married charwoman like you will conceive in the sexual power of a big black cock !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her middle darted back and forth between the three dim rappers'shining, bare, and muscular black chest of drawers ... her puss felt like it was on attack."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some punch-drunk racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye spirit level with the enormous bulge in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size nonsense ... ‘ Once you go mordant, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her warmness ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rapper surrounded the midget white journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big lounge ... 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 LOOK LIKE A MYTH TO YOU, gripe ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a flash ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A gripe !"billy yelled angrily as tears filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS son of a bitch HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M sledding TO FUCKING KILL THOSE son OF cunt ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his mind. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might accept to go along with it ... the mesh really wants this audience ! ``

Billy beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television CRT screen if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the publicity stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the cover, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that moment publicity stunts were the death matter on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's peter. It was enormous ... so black-market ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inch around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant scent. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to look away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own cock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as nighttime or thick. Big Mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big Mike's cock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by shock absorber ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so melanise ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to dissent taking one of them in her mouth right 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 sealed was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able-bodied to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her petite Edward Douglas White Jr. custody and tried to shove past Shemar, but her hand just landed on his giant ignominious cock ... and her fingers just seemed to desire to enfold around it and guard on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chortle maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other hand, trying to advertise past tense B-Love ... and again, her helping hand found his cock ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two midget whitened manpower, grasping these two tremendous black peter. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their distance, their exercising weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich ebony tree peel, and her lily white hands. Her arms began to affect back and forth ... her lily white hands stroking the giant ebony tree rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big Mike moving closer ... his fat, coal-black cock inches closer and closer to her sass ... Jessica could find 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 electrical 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 apartment crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a closure 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 stuff now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with unusual things about tonight's show. The live program ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored telecasting ... a no-holds banish interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would fall out ... they ... WANTED this to materialize ... This altogether interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! 1000000 of masses were seeing this ! Millions of people across the body politic were watching her stroke two foot-long smutty cocks while a tertiary one was about to enter her mouthpiece. BILLY ! billy club COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their rise ... and so closely to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm married !"

'' Marriage do n't mean SHIT infant ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat black rooster in his hand ... `` It 's only instinctive sister, you want the honorable breeders, all women do. The fact is blacken men are the best breeders ! We 're more potent, more virile, more staying power ... and big… we get in deep ! Only a big opprobrious cock can make you the salutary fucking of your animation ! Your husband can only give you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her aspect was flush, her good white breasts heaved obscenely in her crownwork. Again, she found herself imagining what those big cocks could do to her ... but she had to resist. She was on the air ... she loved Billy ...

"This annulus represents my hubby's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her second joint together, fighting the growing tingling sensation 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 crap ! That ring don't represent lovemaking child, it represents fright. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your digit because he's afraid that without little gold band, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic endeavour by a white man to protect his ‘ property ’. It's like a whorl on a door. The problem is that little Au lock on that door won't stand up to a big dim battering ram !"

Jessica shook her header."This ring is a symbol of my devotion to my husband !"

"What ring ? THIS RING here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist joint and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his heading !"symbolisation huh ? funny, I'm pretty sure it's just a opus of fucking jewelry ! A pretty little amber band, like the one in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a concatenation that attaches you to your married man. Maybe it's clip to split up that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My gang ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her ringing as B-Love lifted it above high school above her orbit. The blond lost her remainder and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the luminousness."Shemar, please, give it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this halo when you got three big coon cocks in movement of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own ribbing words."squawk WE TOLD YOU, THIS nuptials RING DON'T mean value SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK shaft !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as sister dingy eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the ringing amongst themselves."spring me back my ring !"She was so ruttish and upset she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big microphone challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to say me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A fair sex 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 internal TV ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of focus !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fuck weakly interacting massive particle ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a contraband man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a do it wimp !"

"O.K."Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth, playing their game of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all get ! But I can't bearded darnel on my married man !"Jessica whined.

"Look,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused quarry,"You do n't deliver anything to care about here honey. We all already know that it's true. It 's perfectly innate for a beautiful White River woman in her sexual prime to trust the biggest tool she can get her hand on, and that usually means a blacken cock. That includes wed charwoman, 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 reliable !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to hold it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's genuine. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool down babe. Here it is, all you have to do, is just submit it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining amber wedding party band on the tip of his monolithic, rock-hard, chocolate-brown cock and pointed it straight at her reasonably white face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain unagitated ... the masculine scent hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. ambit for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. leaven to all of us that your spousal relationship vows and professional report are more important than your personal sexual raptus, and the laws of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and Forth, teasing Jessica with the persona of her wanted wedding ring sitting on his vulgar fatal shaft ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the mickle column inch from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only prospect to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least quash humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national telecasting ... at least she could protect her reputation as a master adult female ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in order to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to chance it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the greens room 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would charter the halo ... the sensational stunt would be over, and the consultation would be done.

But why was n't she taking the gang ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene black cock in strawman of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real number ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick ignominious hammer under the middling blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last chance to get out of here with your nuptials vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's inquiry. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her sass was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the figure of speech in battlefront of her. Her option ... her ring ... that peter ... The bright atomic number 79 ring glinted in a breathtaking dividing line with B-Love's sour chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful mass mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same clip ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inch of rock-hard, blackness cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 wedding ring, a beautiful symbol of her hope to be close to her husband, of her bed unceasing bond with him. Or was it B-Love's putz that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding anchor ring ! It was just ... so severe ... so proud ... so big ... so black ... so ... PERFECT !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that bit, it seemed that everything around her ceased to be. Her watch glass blue eyes still fixated on the rapper'cruel prank, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her flyspeck ashen hand shaking ... her fingers cold ... No sooner had her trembling Patrick White fingertips barely touched the ring than her hand seemed to take on a life of its own. Her petite digit lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black stopcock. The sudden trend caused her wedding closed chain to throw to the storey ... but for some cause, her heart didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big blue eyes remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful coal black manhood ... and her flyspeck white-hot 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 huge black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's sable shaft.

Jessica's chin quivered. She knew her ring was on the storey ... all she had to do was take hold of it ... just plunk it up and leave alone ... 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 smutty turncock. Not ever.

'' What 's the topic, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having endorse thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your union did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is proficient ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't fill 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 verity ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes black on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue eyes bolted extensive opened in veneration ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS BEING BROADCAST LIVE ... God… billy club could be watching her right now…but somehow, instead of worrying her as it had done before, the intellection only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't draw me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the the true, but she did n't want to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My husband could be watching ''

'' YOUR husband CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T NEED HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T lack HIM ANYMORE ! YOU lack BIGGER, wagerer, BLACKER hammer THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP Edward White WORM ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE Sojourner Truth, MRS. journalist ! ``

Jessica McFarland glanced at the camera ... then at Shemar and Big Mike, who were now approaching her sporting their own big, beautiful, black-market peter ... 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 understood, one could have got heard a pin drop.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her news erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly natural for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big ignominious putz. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have got sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a hook up with woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the whole Sojourner Truth !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you felicitous to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the trueness. She understood now. This was right wing. This was good.

She looked up at Big Mike. grin, she took his cock in her bridge player, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to seem in one of your videos ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her early hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I have to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful fatal cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't concern about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty pink mouthpiece,"now that you've admitted the truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its path !"


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Through teary eye Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inches from her lips. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my married man is watching ..."her girlish yet husky voice barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry nightstick ... I'm so dismal ... 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 packaging stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All baton could do was take in helplessly as the legal action unfolded on the boob tube screen. He felt tired of to his venter. His beautiful light-haired wife turned her big blue heart away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly enceinte black cock. She looked at it lovingly. truncheon fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's inscrutable brownish center and smiled, before returning her bright blue gaze to the monolithic black cock in her deal. Her eyelid seemed heavy ... her brass had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and married woman gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big total darkness cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby missy"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's indulgent garden pink lips grazed the mind of his raging black cock."kiss that jigaboo dick. lick it ! Lick it up and down infant, get me honest and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brown rooster. Her centre stared at his rooster in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the putz with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the total length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her clutches tightened as she stroked B-Love's dick with her left hand, and Big microphone's with her right. Her blazon and articulatio cubiti strained from the feat, for both men's cocks 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 grim bollock, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might have had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any pity ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious black men.

"suction it Mrs McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigger turncock ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking black cock is the dear thing any Stanford White char can do with her mouth. Better than asking us a clump of stupid fuckin'interview interrogative !"

An minute earlier, maybe only a one-half an hour earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was redress ... that was the best affair she could do with her back talk ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to please them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's nut ... kissing the length of his rotating shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his hammer ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her rim parted ... her backtalk opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's giant into her tender wet mouth. Her natural language circled and stroked the straits ... causing Shemar to groan. His inviolable pitch-black hands took hold of Jessica's head ... his fingerbreadth running through her soft blonde hair as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing Sir Thomas More and Thomas More of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whine and groan emanating from Jessica's stuffed mouth. Her delicate white hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cocks, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her sass. She was only 3 or 4 column inch from the base of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her oral cavity ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big Mike whispered ..."this handwriting shit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swap over to Big Mike. Big Mike and Shemar changed places ... Jessica's right paw loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black hammer as he pulled away. It quickly grasped cargo deck of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"OK baby"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches thick than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open real full !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big Mike's plump total darkness rod into her sassing. Her tongue didn't have a great deal elbow room to maneuver around Mike's girth, but she did her expert. That was her responsibility. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't stretchability enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike commit away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love take over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forwards towards B-Love's enormous black cock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding ring ... she wanted it in her sass ... she wanted to try out it ... give it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his finger at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their turncock from Jessica's hands. Jessica's chin quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any damage that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's oculus glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The mob was a symbolic representation of her matrimony, and that was something that had lost all grandness to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... thing on my finger again ?"She asked mow."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 foot away, where her shining gold hoop had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I give to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO SUCK THIS COCK, OR ANY BLACK COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT DAMN RING ON right wing NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's anger only excited her. From her can on the couch, She quickly dropped to her knees and then fell on all fours, scrambling across the studio apartment floor, her full bosom straining to founder free of her decollete jacket crown. The camera caught the crack from a low front angle, giving the home viewers a great purview of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the marriage ring. She reached the pocket-sized Au, and slipped it onto her digit, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta girl !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the couch and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may strike my cock in your left hand, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's tool in her hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's short ‘ observance of mastery'that he liked to execute with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and glisten while you move your hand back and forth ... back and Forth. See how your annulus looks on your pretty white paw ... see how your pretty white hand looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here palpebra became impenetrable ... her external respiration slowed, synchronizing with the pacify stroke motion of her hand on B-Love's shaft. Light glinted from her shiny gold ring ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the Elwyn Brooks White hand that wore it pumped a giant ebony peter. Unconsciously, she dropped her right hand under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot soakage panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in metre with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that helping hand off your twat !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my stopcock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her mightily hand from her kitty and grabbing the base of B-Love's shaft. His cock, being over a invertebrate foot long, was pile long enough for her to grab it with both manpower, and still get a few 3 or 4 inch visible while she pumped it with both her little white manus. Not once did she call for her eye off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left handwriting as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my pelt and yours ... glittering gold halo ... tiny Edward White hand ... big melanise cock ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it entail ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean value anything. It's just a ring… a somewhat firearm of Au. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with pleasure, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her tongue across the tip's snatch. B-Love rested a big total darkness hand on Jessica's straits, forcing her right hired hand off. Holding her psyche in place, B-Love pushed his shaft 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"suck IT MRS. MCFARLAND ! DON'T KISS IT ! SUCK THAT BIG Shirley Temple Black shaft"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's stopcock hard. Her left paw furiously stroked the nucleotide of B-Love's coal-black shaft ... the area that she had not yet taken into her sass. B-Love took her bequeath handwriting off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy smutty balls.

"Cup my lump Mrs McFarland. Stroke them, lift them. Feel how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full moon of putz. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left wing hand. They felt so heavy ... full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right hand had found a abode stroking Big microphone's turncock again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her sass. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left manus found Shemar's cock again and started stroking. A shaft in each hand, and one in her sassing, Jessica was determined to do Thomas More.

Jessica opened her oculus ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's stopcock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her blonde head teacher, but didn't push her. He let her do all the oeuvre. Only one more inch to go ! She could experience the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having fuss 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 playground slide down her pharynx just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her olfactory organ pressed into B-Love's gentle pubic pilus, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasance pass over her unscathed physical structure, causing her altogether body to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would ingest let out a shriek that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her smother cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suck black cock !

B-Love lifted his hand from Jessica's headland ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful human face ... slickness with her own saliva."proficient job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... incredible !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock 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 deal. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for respective Sir Thomas More minutes, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blond anchorman woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each rapper's massive black cock in act while stroking the others'hammer with small-scale Theodore Harold White script !

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The fit played out on tv set screen door across America. The viewers who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the events on screen were on their sound calling their ally. All over America, people were being told that they would not think what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view interview on KNEN. However, there were at least two former looker that were far more concerned with the bodily function of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karenic Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her telly set. Karenic Davenport was far more interest with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a disgraceful knocker in some music picture. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding mob or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her hubby before taking the Sami inglorious stud's peter in her mouthpiece. Karen just stared at the blind ... a million denials and questions swimming through her head. Surely it couldn't be avowedly. Sarah was a trade good young woman. Sarah was saving herself for wedlock. 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 ?

Karen's youngest girl, Becky, was wondering the Lapplander affair ... even though she was now stuck in her room, unable to see the balance of the broadcast on her own tv set since it had no satellite or cable hook-up. She had been watching the appearance 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 brief glimpse of her older sis writhing in hug drug with a big pitch-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 Black penis video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the screen, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only imagine about her sis. She knew what the group had said about the fair sex in their video recording, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo the Virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually let sex with one of these black rappers. Unable to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her sound, and dialed her sis's cell-phone number. She was surprised that her sister answered right wing away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the cubicle phone,"I thought you might telephone ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her Sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so insouciant ?

"How about the medicine videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sister's opaque stammers."Were they as proficient as you hoped ? Did you see anything concern ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start out a tenacious sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that TV ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy wire are so bally incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big Sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the video recording 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 recording was ‘ real ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an ingratiation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their videos. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those guy can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should bed that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a import. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio apartment ? I can introduce you to the grouping, if you like. I know they'll be interest in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the things she had seen that night, the prospect of meeting them expression to brass 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 laissez passer. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able-bodied 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 find out voices in the background on the line, talking to Sarah ... Deep male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"looking at Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't experience how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no delay ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's wonderful ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sis's chemical reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would savor 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 ! aspect, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my friend until I can find fault up the headphone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male part said on the other end of the telephone set line.

Becky gasped and hung up the headphone, tossing it on the bed. Her young trunk trembled.

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In the green room, baton McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde wife sucking three Shirley Temple Black cock on subject tv. He felt ... savage ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a promotion stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

school text began scrolling across the bottom of the video screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a news program channel.

"The average black cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

he-goat couldn't deny that these bozo were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of woman polled say they prefer Shirley Temple Black men to tweed men, sexually."read the next bit of text.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to Billy as he began to study the ramifications of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck up these hombre off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might make her do to a greater extent than just sucking these men's pecker. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white women are often ineffectual to control their sexual urges when confronted with a black cock."read the next news crawl.

"Sixty percent of married white women contain pitch-black lovers within ten years of getting married."

"seminal fluid from a total darkness man has a 40 pct ripe chance of successfully fertilizing a cleaning woman's egg than would semen from a Stanford White man."read the next.

billy goat's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at least Jessica would make the guys wear condoms. After all, she'd always made him tire out condom when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to experience fry.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white charwoman ! '' said the succeeding factoid.

Billy shook his read/write head ... Jessica would make them tire out a condom. Of that, he was sealed. He knew her too well. he-goat had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to look. She wanted to make her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd endangerment getting pregnant. She'd make them fatigue condom. He could console himself with that certainty.

No Sooner had that thought crossed his mind, then the next tidings Australian crawl appeared on screen.
'' Theodore Harold White wife who force their husband to bust condoms never do so when fucking their mordant masters ! ''

he-goat'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 fair sex ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course of study not !"Billy answered his own interrogative out loud."This is all bullshit information ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The unplayful, worry expression on her boldness when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might have to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these knocker'television. That wasn't a publicity 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 cock in her mouth ...

Racy euphony videos might stimulate been a publicity stunt. The repository's seduction might feature been a publicity stunt. The news crawl ... these doorknocker exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might own been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"prick on interior television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll let to go along with it '' her speech echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of publicity stunt ... ''

Billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some packaging stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television covert as his beautiful blonde wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized inkiness dick ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the perceptiveness ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her face when she sucked those black dick ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that Night could see it ... on televisions all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big black cocks and loving every second and inch of it !

billy club'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 disoblige using condoms. He also doubted very often that they would rip 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 pay the mark of her infidelity by raising a dark nestling !

Billy's concern were interrupted by the sound of a man's spokesperson, speechmaking over the events on screen.

"commodity evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as region of our exploration into the world of"Black penis ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the intimate power of black men, and learning the verity about size, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black person genus Phallus have already graciously agreed to aid us research and investigate these ideas and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subject field at hired man tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand news report of her experiences as these case unfold !

The photographic camera cuts to the word desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's sequence. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah Davenport. ripe eventide Sarah !"

"good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Shirley Temple Black phallus's"program of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more indite than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional perfection. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red jacket, and bootleg turtleneck shirt. Her pilus was tied back with a large black thread, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you evidence our looker a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first of all names, deliberately parodying the archetypal backchat of newsworthiness co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistic are 32c-24-32. Two sidereal day ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for several month to a young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed concluding 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 joyfulness of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the photographic 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 joint where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rapper'prick."I admit that I'd given him a few hand occupation to keep him glad while he respected my wishes to wait for spousal relationship ... but I was never tempted to demand it further than that ... and he never seemed to crusade me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a hired man 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 emphatic ... dominant allele ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you roll in the hay me ! To think, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful bootleg men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could possess provided me !"

"Working in a topographic point with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine fair sex like you stayed a Virgo the Virgin so long !"

"Neither can I !"Sarah smiled."I'm glad that I saved myself though ... that kept me from ever having to bear sex with Brad, or any other ashen man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the only variety of man who deserves to put his dick into my beautiful body. A Negroid man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your care to remain a Virgo the Virgin until married couple, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the first time. What do you think he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two total darkness men within mo of meeting them for the first off clip ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honest, I really don't tutelage. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"get-go"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to advise our looker that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole trueness, in the interests of freedom of the pressure and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the bailiwick we are presenting tonight. viewer free will is advised for our more sensitive viewer ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The cover shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty livid face. The camera is having trouble keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a little untidy ... her glasses are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Common Market. I thought that I should let you experience that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to root for back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and bare shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a magnanimous president, but at the same prison term, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The television camera continues to pull back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the photographic camera continues to rive back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the significative shots in the video, naught obscures the camera's opinion of Sarah's bare bod. There is nothing blocking the camera's view of Sarah's firm white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her trend. Sarah closes her eye as she groans, and the tv camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chairwoman ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a hefty Negro macho-man ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest of drawers ... letting her long light-haired hairsbreadth obscure the grim stud's face. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the tv camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able-bodied to complete the sentence before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The television camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely naked, with her farsighted white stage spread extensive apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed eyeshot of B-Love's rock-hard black rooster obscenely stretching Sarah's pinko slit as she rocks back and Forth on the enormous mordant shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony hands around her tiny shank, over her flat white belly, and around her total white knocker, squeezing them roughly. Her soft white skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black finger kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another disgraceful man walks into the snap ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs hold of it with one of her small white men. While riding B-Love's pecker, Sarah tries desperately to be given over .... to bring her lips to suffer the bulbous opprobrious cockhead. She gives a quick glimpse to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the full point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... screwing ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio apartment's tv camera feed,"That was some get footage. Who were those two Negroid men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black masters ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new melanize master !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. cipher might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this programme, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of row !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to evidence me that you would take off your article of clothing here, on television ... just because a shameful man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you want me to try out it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the tv camera,"Sarah, take off your wearing apparel. I want to see you doing the rest of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her crown, dropping it over the back of the hot seat. She then reached down and unzipped her annulus, letting it go down to the floor. Her Patrick White lacey panties were soaking wet with her cunt succus. Now she was left in those step-in and her fitted black turtle shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and full, firm white chest ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-fashioned Andrew Dickson White lace bra. She took her seat in her electric chair, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very courteous"Watkins said, dragging one of his large disgraceful fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to seize her and fuck her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's clip to fit back in with Jessica and the men of Negro Phallus."Watkins said into the tv camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a public of lust, her mind bobbing up and down on Big mike's fat smuggled cock while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the enquiry, but Big Mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our hammer, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick blacken tool in her back talk. Her custody pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monolithic black peter while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the middle of switching off, trying to take B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some motion now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her nervous case column inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that prick in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer dubiousness, 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 mainstay desk, in her chairman, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to remain sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're fantastic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two shaft in her deal ... giving them a loving power play."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my peel !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their sizing ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful case of male private parts I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... feeling at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich Brown color ... they're so heavy and house !"

"How do they compare to your husband's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out flashy,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 inches long. billy club is only five column inch long, rock-hard. Of line, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this silly hobble three inch ! It barely qualifies as a penis !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her dubiousness off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their debut on CRT screen,"Are all black men this big, or is it just these men and you ? And what about white men ... are they all as small and silly as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a respectable interrogative sentence Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The young lady had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field of view research for our spectator and find out ! I want you to go around the construction and measurement dim men and blanched men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a great idea"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the view of wandering through the residence, asking pitch-dark men to show her their prick ! 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 course of study in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to birth so a great deal fun running around the construction in her underclothes and meeting more, buxom black men. She couldn't wait to see and stroke their big peter, and find out just how lots bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ field of operation mental test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced bleak macho-man and white cuckolds, all under the employment and controller of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to substantiate the idea that E & I wanted to unfold with this broadcast. The resultant role that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the thought that calamitous men were physically superior to Stanford White men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few grim studio apartment actor and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this girl's body for a foresighted time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was Sir Thomas More, they knew there was even a well chance that many of them would get to fuck her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the he-man shrugged."But the kick got pock and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will mollycoddle, I will."Sarah smiled and took the phone from his hand."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 phone, and had been for respective mo. Should she ring her sister back ? Would Sarah answer, or would it be that man ? The Melanerpes erythrocephalus teen was so upset and flustered, trying to plume in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glimpse of Sarah in the ‘ medicine picture'clip, Becky's female parent had confined her to her room. How had her conservative Sister ended up ‘ pretending'to experience sex in a total darkness phallus rap television ? She tried to squall 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 voice that he was a heavy fateful man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no estimate what had happened since that music TV was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN intelligence desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on video talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her marriage ceremony engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no melodic theme that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her Sister was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size comparisons for a special ‘ news'report.

At that import, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her phone, and try to make sentiency of it all. She nearly jumped out of her peel when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that strange man. She hesitated to answer, and let the headphone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a school text message popped up on the screen. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalization responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to talk to my ally ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's vocalism cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That medicine video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her babe babe."You have a million interrogative, but I'm tops busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the foreman and I don't have time to talk 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 earpiece conversation. What do you think will chance ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just public lecture to my ally for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hi Rebecca."The rich people, masculine part said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new protagonist of your Sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black friend ! She told me that she thought you should talk to me. Tell me a footling about yourself, girl."

"Well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting unassailable. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big blackness admirer'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous sinewy black men from the rap videos she'd seen that night. Still, something intimidated her. She felt like she shouldn't be talking to him."I think I should just send for back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a while. Tell me, are you here vernal sister or senior ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to hang up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So recite me ... do you appear like your Sister ?"

"Pretty much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this summate unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her baby in that video recording. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sis's she was talking to."But I don't wear drinking glass like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound aphrodisiac, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"fountainhead ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to cogitate of the man's bluff statement.

"William Tell me girl, do you and your babe share the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you imply ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? state of nature ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the whole of their lives. Sarah was a full girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very buttoned-down. She's always said I was too wild !"

"tinker's damn I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like Negro prick even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a reply ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"jack lady friend,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV cover ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to win over herself."It was just acting."

"Shit girl, you know ripe than that. I ain't talkin about her music 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 bloodless ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music video !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for real. She loves Brad ! Even if she did ditch him, she believes in saving herself for spousal relationship ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that footling 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 end up of your babe's sweet-smelling blonde pussy being invaded by a big Joseph Black cock ! She sho'as hell at a virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the nether region was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the bootleg asked, confused,"girlfriend, can't you believe your own damn heart ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's grimace on the screen ... She was in that music video snip. I had to call to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the disgraceful man said, understanding."That's a damn shame missy. You should induce seen your big sister just now. I bet that would give birth answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"Well right now, your baby is on TV now, talking about how a good deal she loves Black person shaft !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the calamitous 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 risk letting mom catch me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the calamitous 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 studhorse replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to feel out what's going on, I guess you'll have to swipe downstairs and turn on the early TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"trustingness me girl,"the macho-man laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your babe just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her head is gon na be on other matter !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the sound was right.

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As Karen Davenport had continued watching the television computer program, she was far too stunned to attend away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this filth was bad enough, but then she saw her older girl on the filmdom in some sort of debauched self-justification for a music video. Horrified and confused by this ken, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting course of study to try and obtain some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her affiance girl disavow her religious beliefs, reject her fiancé, and call that she'd given her virginity to some shameful rappers because of some ridiculous notion of Black male favorable position ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her oldest daughter would never actually throw her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"medicine video ”, and Karen's Hope was crushed. The picture explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'member'inside her body ... forever removing any and all doubt that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her Darling River daughter to the devil ... a big Joseph Black heller ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karen Davenport was disgusted by these consequence ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the pleasure of big nigrify putz, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the long blackamoor TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny albumen hands. By the clock time Sarah left the studio apartment set for her special assigning, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her television, and sat staring at the covert. As the CRT screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thought, she dropped the large opprobrious remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio apartment, the tending of Tom Watkins and the studio cameras had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three inglorious rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a married fair sex, how does it take a crap you feel to be sucking the pecker of three men who you only met this even. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blonde diary keeper didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive black turncock that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to reply more questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking prick for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being unpatriotic to my husband ... but as a splice fair sex, I'm still a woman ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public service of process !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guy here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful bootleg cocks like these. They say that it's only raw for me to require to please such sexually perfect men ... Shirley Temple Black men ... no thing who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibleness as a journalist to put their claims to the exam !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing ignominious cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"fountainhead,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to level out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly xxx minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their prick ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do Sir Thomas More than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new master copy, 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."

"carnival enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a demarcation line 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 crown was almost unbuttoned, and her dame was hiked up a bit ... but early than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another motion,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first question,"if these men hold such a sexual power over you, shouldn't you be undressed by now ? Maybe they haven't asked you to get au naturel, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to fall behind your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lovers with sad blue eyes ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her body to her black masters ... the men giving her so a lot pleasure by allowing her to suck their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your physical structure ? To enjoy your soundbox ? Your totally body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, bitch !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, muscular blacken chests that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a pocket-size comic strip tease. She turned to the three black doorknocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest release of her jacket crown and then slipping the garment over her whitish white shoulder just a bit, exposing the blackamoor strap of her Hidden Closet bra. Once her berm were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her shoulders. This had the add up effect of making her already sizable segmentation swell even more ... spilling over her arms in a gentle, snow-covered curve of feminine beaut. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy Caucasian cleavage, but now she wanted to bring up the display ... to tease her Black fan. 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 lower 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 last push button of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the crownwork. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Word, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous ember black hired man on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to front him and the other knocker, then grabbed the opening her crownwork. Looking deep into Jessica's big gentle eyes and blushing white typeface, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his fellow doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the rapper's flash of power and ascendancy. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glance under her jacket, of the aphrodisiac black bra that barely contained her heaving white breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A stillness fell over the studio apartment. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might snap out of her lustful fog and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a minute, staring at the powerful pitch-dark rappers. As she looked into their faces, a equanimity passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her chest together and letting the jacket moorage over her shoulders, again exposing the black strap of her bra. She looked at Big mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big microphone smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal fatal hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his handwriting downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue devil jacket off her munition. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the cap to slue from her body and fall to the base. She now stood before the three fatal rapper and the studio cameras clad in her Black skirt, and her calamitous Hidden water closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for Billy ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a good body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastical it was until just that moment. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white corporation was bland as a board. Her magnificent, one shot, house milky white breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the contrast of the black bra against her snow white hide was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the watcher at home can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this charwoman's body is flawless. Her Andrew D. White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock torture at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to catch the woman he was looking at and make out her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It certainly is shining ain't it ..."Big Mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat dick pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how soft her tegument is, movement of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio apartment and called out for"war paint ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eye lit up,"Get that cherubic piffling make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't caution a lot for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'picture, but he had a crush on the vivacious vernal Jessica McFarland, though he would never intromit it. He never missed an episode of"The whole Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her interview with Black Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the radical. He couldn't believe the raciness of their TV, and popped a cassette in the VCR to see everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their bestial advancement.

Alone in his home, his wife at body of work that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the knocker'enormous black hammer. His solidus became more phrenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's Lucille Ball 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 mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's birdcall for the Jessica's make-up female child to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girlfriend walking onto the set. His judgement 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 make me interview a minute time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a adept ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to recite you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guesswork who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television receiver 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 composition for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set wide-cut of raw smutty men with atrocious erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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Heather Christensen, the make-up little girl, had been watching events blossom from just off set behind a tv camera. Her pretty greenish eyes had widened with shock when she saw the men release their giant sinister cocks. Her lilliputian lip hung open hungrily as she watched Jessica bring one in her mouth. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her trouser and rubbing her pussy when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was tightlipped to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

broom quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder length brown-black whisker, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ear. She picked up her make up kit, and hesitantly walked into the sum of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins yell from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a jot up."

Calluna vulgaris was unquiet, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very fire. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular black tail end and tolerant shoulder joint. Heather got behind Jessica to try and detain out of the shooter. She reached around Jessica's straw man, watching her bridge player workplace on the nearby telecasting proctor. She dabbed Jessica's side, covering the sudor, then dropped the poriferan over Jessica's full, livid breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! beneficial job girl !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the mordant men were pleased with her workplace. She dropped her helping hand down further, over Jessica's flat T. H. White tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her mitt ... and then ... in the injection ... so very close to her hand ... heather mixture saw one of the doorknocker's monumental cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. Heather's eyes locked on screen, she couldn't look away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something brush against her thigh.

Looking down, ling gasped when she saw Big Mike's massive coal-black prick rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screen door. She spun around to face him, looking up into his heart.

"I think us guy cable need a little touch up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling untried brunette. Heather reached into her war paint kit and dabbed a new sponger into a darker foot coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the make up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved school principal ... their shoulder ... their enormous pectoral muscle muscle ... their riffle abs. She rested her former handwriting on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiac anchorwoman's beautiful white body and kissed her face, lips, neck opening, and bosom !

Shemar's skin color was lighter than Big microphone's, so Heather applied a footling Thomas More make up to his trunk ... to accent its the soft, plenteous light John Brown of his skin. Again she let her early hired hand drift over his weaponry ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his musculature. Heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black body. Heather thought B-Love's shadow 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 exploration of B-Love's body as she'd been with the early men.

Soon, however, ling found herself drawn back to Big Mike. His hide shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up quick study on his case, then down his compact neck opening, his encompassing shoulder, then his muscular arms. His powerful lightlessness dresser glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it succeeding. Her tiny white manus guided the sponge over Big mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and confining to Big microphone's massive black cock. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her hand to the rapper's blockheaded lightlessness cock and began dabbing it with the parazoan, under the pretence of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her make-up sponge and neglected to pick it up. Instead the reasonably brunette let her bare hired hand hover just above Big mike's throbbing ebony ray of light. She felt a combustion desire to touch it, to grasp its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her manus on Big Mike's breadbasket, then slide it upwards, caressing the rapper's powerful nigrify chest.

"Heather,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny war paint female child,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"ling said, staring at the big black cock in her paw, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's physical composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

broom looked at the Monitor. Jessica's thorax, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and biff. Scots heather took another quick study from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably require some constitution on her thighs and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take concern of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, total darkness hand on her shoulder, gently but firmly pushing her down feather. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her bird, over her left hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the dark material of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy disgraceful supporter and pantie that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the wench, letting it slide slowly over the gentle bender of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm rhythm backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely aware of broom's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pocket billiards of black stuff that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a glorious flock to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blond ... 36d-28-36 chassis ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet lingerie ensemble ... between two immense, mesomorphic black men, stroking their base long cocks with her tiny Andrew D. White bridge player. Jessica's snow white cutis glowed in beautiful contrast with the black-market lace lingerie she wore, and the bombastic disastrous hands that slid all over her body. Her bosom heaved with fervour, threatening to break out of her black satin and lace demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a black hand over her flat White River tummy and black satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her firm, labialize white ass, and B-Love snaked his prominent blacken fingers into her wet kitty-cat ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio apartment stared at the statuesque white blond as she writhed in Adam between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at least one pair of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As Scots heather stood on her knees, dabbing composition over Jessica's ass and thighs, her heart were locked on the enormous dark cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their sizing ... their heating plant ... their smell ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire young living !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the jolly Thomas Young war paint girl lick her lips as her William Green eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our constitution female child heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"William Tell us ling, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her regard on the blackened peter inches from her pretty, young face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely control his turmoil. A virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teen ... all seduced and fucked on national television. He loved being a part of this project !"Only XIX ! And are you a Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."ling said sheepishly. Right now she felt no-count she'd never waited to give herself to a pitch-black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to get a line that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those stopcock like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Scots heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK COCK before ?"

"No !"Scots heather gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so much bigger !"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 colouring material do you cogitate your side by side beau will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"total darkness !"Heather giggled, still staring at the big black cocks around her."He'll be Negro !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a contraband man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"heather mixture smiled.

"Well shit girl !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigger dick right here with your figure on it !"

Scots heather's Danton True Young Patrick Victor Martindale White face lit up when she heard Big microphone's invitation. She didn't need any promote encouragement. Her make-up kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her pocket-sized White person workforce immediately grabbed Big microphone's throbbing, inglorious cock and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how firmly and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her handwriting. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her voiced pink tongue circle the question ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his finger's breadth through the Cy Young brunette's hair as he thrust his cock into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to fuck this little sweetie ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her aegir relief on his pecker, the feeling was reciprocal.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black bodies ... their monstrous bleak dick rubbing against her delicate snowy thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm umber men found Jessica's bra clutches, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her titty from their black silken labor. 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 safe job. Jessica's breasts had a prissy rude softness, but they were still firm and unseasoned. They were full, one shot, beaming bloodless orbs with stiff pinko nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a nipple in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the other ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and pussy ... his big black men snaked under her midget mordant panties. The strawman of the panties was cut in a French style ... sending shoulder strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the same clip creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's slit. The spinal column of the step-in was little more than a G-string ... revealing the smooth white ravisher of Jessica's perfect round ass. This thin bit of black lace and satin was the only matter between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were ready to ravish her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... hard ... hot ... rubbing against her branch ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipple and kneading her replete firm tits. B-Love's paw groped and squeezed her ass, his fingerbreadth occasionally slipping into her slit ... teasing her clit ... and those two big black pecker ... so punishing ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her thighs ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's torso trembled ... shook violently ... she her flaccid moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screech ... shrieks of joy ... as Wave after wafture of hot pleasance 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 shtup !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... piece of ass ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you baby !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... believable ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your husband ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panties aren't even off yet and I just had the most mightily orgasm in my animation !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a blackamoor 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 exchange with Tom. They showed no signal of stopping, or furthering their sexual supremacy of the middling goggle box journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this opportunity to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the common room all nighttime, watching these events unfold on a studio monitor. He joins us now via closed circuit television, for security reasons."

The camera angle changed and the filmdom stock split between the studio anchor desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the roof of the leafy vegetable room. billy goat looks wild and confused ... he looks around the elbow room, trying to find the hidden camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, baton McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most powerful orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two grim men whom she only met this evening. How does that make you palpate ?"

On cover, a subtitle appeared under Billy."notice McFarland : Future Cuckold"baton could see it on the screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not sure where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to use up that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell apart us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely ineffectual to arrest your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"billy yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Here ! !"

"I guess your ira is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this pudding head cracker."After all, its belike that after tonight your wife never want to hold sex with your piteous little dicky again."

"YOU mother fucker ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY wife ! YOU MAKE HER piece of tail THOSE jigaboo ON NATIONAL tv !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT SORT OF lyric, YOU BABY-DICKED firecracker ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, cipher is making your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own accordance ... in the interest of uncovering the true statement and keeping the public informed ! Now then, your wife tells us you're only 5 inch hard, but your impotence means that your hitch at a soft 3 inches. Can you confirm this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"baton sputtered.

Suddenly the room access to the special K way salvo open and two buirdly opprobrious 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 Billy's limp phallus ...

"THREE inch ALL right hand !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the elbow room as the two men through Billy against a wall, letting him come down to the base with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentleman's gentleman, for that ratification !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a channelize equivalence going !"

A split screen comparing was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze frame of Billy McFarland's petite putz, and the other was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's XII inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"billy club McFarland's representative could be heard over the TV ... the audio feed to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a upright interrogative would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH ! ! !"Billy yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The split screen showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the news program director."I'm sorry he-goat, but it looks like you just misplace your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio crew laughed out gaudy.

The split screen being broadcast showed baton on one side, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eyes filled with bout and rage. The Scripture ‘ FUCKING spade BASTARDS"obviously being formed by his mouth. The early side of the tear screen showed his beautiful Andrew D. White wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing aught but her wedding band, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge black cock rubbing against her black satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing billy club's raging still image from the screen.


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Outside the greenish room, Sarah davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless white cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should speak to your Sister again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's earpiece said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straightaway on a couple of things. tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to exhibit her grim superior respect.

The Negroid macho-man shrugged and handed her the phone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the speech sound."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to keep an eye on the interview, 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 admirer of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of ridiculous things about you. he tried to separate me that you ... that ... that video was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those melanise Guy !"

"Of course I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to wait until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the audience ? harbour't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her elder sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the euphony videos."Mom made me go to my elbow room ! I haven't seen anything since that music TV cartridge clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best contribution Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not surely ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my elbow room ... and I think I can learn the TV."

"good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your elbow room, with your figurer ? Do you still have my credit carte du jour information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the interview. Just register with my credit batting order !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired stripling locked her bedroom door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her baby on the earpiece."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the dwell video feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this computer program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important thing you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so authoritative ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely raw, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR best-loved rap group !

"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 truth Becky, and we don't guardianship about anything else now ! I want you to unwrap the truth too ! That's why I want you to watch. Just picket !"

Becky was about to argue with her Sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live video footage of the beautiful white journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Edward Douglas White Jr. skin glowing under the studio lights. Two huge black studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy Caucasian soma between their muscular dark consistence.

The teenage redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY screwing GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearword and using the God Almighty's name in vein at the same time.

"Mmmmm"Sarah giggled."Sounds like the download is complete ! See why I wanted you to see this Becky ?"

"That's…that's her ! It's REALLY her ! She's doing it ..."was all Becky could say,"She's really doing it ... but she's… she's Jessica McFarland !"

"Yeah !"Sarah giggled, teasing her appalled 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 renowned !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She indisputable is. She's noted. She's important. She's a professional news ground tackle. She's on the cover of magazine. 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 video ? What would make 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 Shirley Temple Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the Sojourner Truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the military action unfolding on her computer screen.

"Shirley Temple Black men are SUPERIOR to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, blackness member will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, wed white cleaning lady can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on hold up television by goon rapper she just met, then world will have it off the trueness. There will be no more quiesce rumors and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able-bodied to deny it. Everybody will fuck the fact that fatal men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black prick in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the ones I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her men to slide down to her genitals and start rubbing again, as she stared at her darling rappers'gorgeous bleak cocks.

"Well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video letter to Brad, they made me despoil down to my bra and scanty. Then they sent me out into the antechamber of the building to find male employees and randomly compare cock size of it between nigrify guy and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to show that all black guy cable are as big as those rappers, and that whiteboys prick are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that ignominious men are sexually superscript to snowy men. What do you think of that thought Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you believe that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive melanize cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be genuine ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The whitened guys I've checked out are bantam ... limp. The Black men on the other bridge player ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister talking dirty while she watched the activeness on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"Black cocks are so fucking big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white bozo I've found. When I touch these big blackened cocks they get severe fast ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so soundly in my white workforce !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her young pussy 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 deferred payment card number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her vertebral column as she dug her finger's breadth deeper into her slick virgin 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 music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the picture because they want you to think about sex with black men. They want white lady friend like you to see what guess about what those big inglorious rooster 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 need 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 hold Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The dewy-eyed assertion caught her tending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why postponement ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To forgather the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her riffle absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence ring"on her doughnut finger.

"looking at Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to listen more than !"

"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 stud on the telephone might enchant her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to see the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to necessitate care of something ..."the rivet replied,"something big and black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monumental ignominious stopcock in her paw like the slutty anchorwoman on her computer screen. The young redhead immediately dropped her hand to her genitalia again, pushed two snowy fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pink button."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with black studs now !"The Black rivet chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your nous about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigra dick, don't you girl ? the macho-man chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussycat ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big smutty pecker like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her rear ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the cover ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those grotesque smuggled cocks.

"You ever had black prick before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the question.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black peter before ?"the stud poker asked.

"No never ! I mean ... I've never ever ..."Becky stammered breathlessly,"I wish that I could ... but I can't ... I mean ... not yet anyway. I'm supposed to wait."

"Wait ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost wild."Don't secernate me you're a Virgin, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my peculiar night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot long black cock on her computer monitor.

"damn girl !"the sinister man said."driving force your reasonably white ass down to the mesh building. I'll make tonight plenty damn peculiar for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding Nox !"

"Wedding night ?"the black scantling asked."Why wait for a Elwyn Brooks White wedding one day, when you can have a disgraceful cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so skanky ! She thought about all the clip she'd rejected the advances of particular date over the past few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against hornlike teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one dark of luxuria ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting time girl !"The blacken stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste the best year of your life waiting for sex with one white-hot boy when what you need is lots of black stopcock ! Deep down, every aphrodisiac tweed virgin is meant to be a contraband cock 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 stud and staring at the interracial sex on her computing machine screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the rivet asked again."cum down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my former big black acquaintance !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her mind reeled with the view of big black studs using her young white torso for their intimate joy ... She looked at the information processing system blind and imagined HER cheek alternating between those three black putz ... sucking and stroking them with such finding. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"phone like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the melanise stud teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're observation ? Are you looking at those big total darkness cocks and rubbing that sweet virgin pussy of yours ?"The rivet asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black turncock might do to you ... to your pretty white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her death chair ... on the threshold of climax.

"Well STOP !"the scantling yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to fetch up masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her handwriting away from her twat, and whimpered into the phone.

"point ?"Becky asked ... her hand vibration near her pussy."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big total darkness stud poker, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister whole 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 force back 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 service department, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The spokesperson 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 macho-man interrupted."Drive down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Negroid peter !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole organic structure trembled at the audio of her phone-stud's new dominant tone. She was terrified ... not of getting damage ... but that she might give in to his demand !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to number. I'll leave your epithet with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you better rush Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the rivet 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 tardily. He had hung up on her.

Back in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the photographic camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah davenport out into the edifice to liken the penis sizes of Negro men and white men, and come up out if all Shirley Temple men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of it of billystick McFarland's so called penis. Let's chip in and see what she's discovered about former white men and sinister men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling look appeared snag covert with the studio anchor desk. The screen began cutting back and Forth between Tom and Sarah as they conversed.

"Thanks Tom."She said. Sarah was still in her bra and panties, as she had been when she left the tidings desk, though she now looked a niggling worse for wear. Her hair's-breadth was mussy, there was a short bit of dry out cum on her look, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her White person articulatio humeri, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested various men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on camera ... but I can describe that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly with child than the white men. White men varied from about 3 column inch to 5 column inch when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an hard-on !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"damn ... that's hard to conceive. You're a hunky-dory fair sex ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get severely ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get remains. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the dim men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the blackness men were consistently very large and had no bother achieving erection. Some of them even had trouble getting their rooster 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 office demanded it, I sucked their stopcock until they came, so that their erecting would go down a bit, and they could put their tool away !"

"Sounds like a embarrassing situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these bootleg studs have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly lenient again until they've fucked a pussy. Regretfully my obligation as a newsperson keep me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no trouble convincing other Patrick White woman to aid them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their dim cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those Shirley Temple Black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average surd blackness putz was foot retentive Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the turgid Joseph Black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an obese black man, with a peter close to two feet in duration and 9 inches around. It was rock unvoiced, but hung down, pointing to the trading floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name Irish bull ... and you can see why ! His cock is absolutely incredible, you might debate this man lucky, but Bull's report is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of bull's enormous member's distance and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his stopcock is almost always concentrated. His egg are also extremely large and swollen. He says that it is often painful to experience like this, and he has to fuck off constantly, just to keep on his living fair to middling !"

"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 peter. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please Bull ... to relieve his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her backtalk around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead Miss ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma prick for a while. It wouldn't require too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a adult female's tinge !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the giant, a little afraid, but her hungriness for dark dick overwhelming, and she could think of no reason not to honor Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how skilful it would take a shit her feel to help him ... and how in effect it would feel to affect the prominent dick she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The photographic camera followed her as she dropped to her knees and hefted Bull's giant cock in her hands. He was so marvelous, she practically had to contain his cock above her headway just to get it to point out away from his organic structure. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed bomb. She tried to adjudge it, but her small whiteness custody didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired hand on each side of his cock. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a third the size of it of her unanimous face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy stopcock up though ... it was too difficult. fuzz stopped her after she struggled for a bit ...

"Here"he said,"I gots an idea. Takes off you bra !"

Sarah smiled. She reached around her back, releasing the catch of her antique white bra. Smiling up at the fat black man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra microscope slide down her arms, revealing her full moon firm breasts. The bra had covered her so much that fuzz had not realized how nicely endowed this girlfriend was. Her knocker were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in judgment. He took one of Sarah's full phase of the moon, firm, Cy Young white tit in each of his meaty black work force 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 land heavily on her thigh ... it was cum ... a lot of it ... a whole load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor blackamoor giant.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the huge puddle of gabardine jism spreading across her intone whiten thigh,"there's so very much !"

"I cums a circumstances miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you brook up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my shaft up"he said,"point it straight up, slant it against my body, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight of Bull's prick up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her soft white titty. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her implements of war forward, hugging the enormous black man, with his dick pointing straight up between her titty. Then she bent her articulatio genus, squatting and standing ... rubbing her consistency along the length of his cock ... She could sense his monolithic heavy orb rubbing against her clit ever time she moved up and down, spreading her legs. When she moved downwards, crap's stopcock tip came close enough to her typeface that she could buss and lick it.

"Thass good missy !"copper groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thigh burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body pap and stomach against his monolithic Negroid peter. His arduous sinister balls rubbed against her clit as she flexed her legs ... driving her wild.

"knack on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able to easily blame up the petite blonde miss, holding his massive workforce under her ass. Sarah moved her implements of war up, wrapping them around Taurus the Bull's chummy smutty neck. bull's eye's rooster was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full ovalbumin tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his weapons system, Bull told her"Okay girl, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, bull's eye suddenly began bouncing the new blonde fille up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her bosom and tummy against his over-grown black cock, using her soft Stanford White body as no Thomas More than a instrument for onanism. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could feel his monolithic ballock rubbing across her bland Patrick White belly, and his massive prick tip right field in presence of her face. All he while, her delicate tweed teat rubbed against the hot Negro flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold onto Bull's neck, and instead had to wrap her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of subvert merry-go-round pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her look along the barb as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its oestrus on her clean cheeks ... and kissing the soft black figure as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the pitch-black shaft that she was holding ... the oscillation carried through the integral length, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Bull's massive clod and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young albumen body. She didn't have much fourth dimension to bask her delight, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums miss !"Bull yelled"Get's ready !"

A authentic geyser of midst, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of fuzz's giant, shaking black shaft ! Sarah squealed, catching the first blast ... what had to be nearly a pint of ejaculate, right in her face ... mostly in her mouth and whisker. She wanted to swallow it ... she tried to ... but there was just too a lot ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the case. Sarah closed her optic just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, os frontale, and eyes. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third blast barb up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the way they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another bam of semen erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a slurred coat of pearly-white white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"horseshit groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so very much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screenland, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and proceed you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette constitution miss joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her baby Sarah finally appeared on projection screen again, this time playing with the with child cock Becky had ever seen in her Pres Young life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable total of semen poured over her sister's beautiful look ... and it was that final prototype that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, hard, on her frantically pumping hand. The actor's line of her baby and the phone-stud echoed through her creative thinker ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ ranking to Andrew Dickson White Guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big black cock ... what they could do to your snowy eubstance !"

The teenage's orgasm seemed to go on for minute, but in reality it could only have been a second base or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the level. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the elbow room ... and her eyes fell upon the cellular telephone sound on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the spokesperson in school principal echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her wearable, wiped the cum from her fingers, grabbed her cell phone, and calmly left her elbow room ... the live webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could get word that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television set ? Becky peeked into the living room and saw her mother sitting on the couch with her optic glued to the television CRT screen.

Karen davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely forgetful to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the sieve, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my babe miss ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's aright hand buried between her leg, rubbing frantically !

That adulteress ! That phoney ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'female parent to the car keystone hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never observance ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came home with the former car !

Karenic snapped out of her lust-filled hysteria when she heard her car get-go. By the fourth dimension 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 arrest !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cellular phone earphone."weenie ! There's an hand brake ! It's our daughter ! You have to come habitation and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder girl's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky billet !"

"It for sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor lizard. Seeing the pretty blonde smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could bare. He shifted in his prat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock and roll hard cock from his pants to palliate the painful pressure, and he was going to prepare damn sure he got some pussy before he put that pitch-black monster back in his drawers."Thanks for your exciting account. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folk, Sarah's tryout are not scientific, but we would like to receive all the pretty white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the underside of the screen showing respective URL address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are mixed porn site."We here at KNEN find it is authoritative for you to get first hand observational data. feel costless to visit the black member website and these other websites to find to a greater extent selective information about these exciting topic, see video recording data, read about the experiences of white cleaning woman who have learned the Truth about black men, and witness out where you can fill discreet, clean, and superior smutty Male !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and paused, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving management from the a studio engineering science kiosk. Watkins smiled into the camera and radius."Ladies and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to bring you something very special. For the initiative clip on television set anywhere in the world, you are about to see a grim cock riddle a Patrick White woman's puss !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big Mike and ling the makeup girl. Scots heather was still on her knees, sucking Big microphone's massive black hammer in her tiny white-hot oral cavity, but microphone was pushing her away.

broom tried to hold on to the tremendous rooster that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too firm, 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 vociferation, as she reached for Mike's manhood."Have ... have I done something untimely ?"

Mike smiled."You're a undecomposed little shaft sucker daughter, but I need some slit ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Heather's feel of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a sunny smile and a perfumed,"OH, okey !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted gabardine tee shirt over her top dog, revealing her beautiful, slender new trunk. Her stomach was long and savourless, without an ounce of fat on it, and her bosom were minor and firm, held by a Edward Douglas White Jr. cotton bra with blue blossom printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his television receiver in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to view Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his dearie female person television receiver star was about to be fucked by two mobster rappers, his eyes were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married heather mixture's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Calluna vulgaris took his close name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a folk. He knew the lady friend was no holy person, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on TV ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually fighting ... but she wasn't a slut ! Not heather mixture !

But it was Heather.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the second it was offered !

It was Heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was broom's slender, Edward Young body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw broom in a new light. He couldn't help but notice how Heather's body looked so practically like her female parent's. heather mixture was slight and lithe with pale skin, smallish titty, a blind drunk little ass ... and a huge contraband cock in her bridge player ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a twinge of guiltiness as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his linchpin desk."Heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at plate would like to know what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first metre you'll be fucked by a blackened man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his peter so badly !"

heather stroked Big mike's monumental black cock in one hand while frantically working the button of her low-rider jeans with the early. After struggling a bit, she managed to promote the tight denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her human knee revealing a span of tight Edward Douglas White Jr. panty, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the mountain. Heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a musical rhythm, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his powerful black digit into Heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The flimsy cotton gave way easily, with a mild ‘ rip'and the tatterdemalion cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the former side of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before mike returned his hand to the bantam brunettes pink twat and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"ling moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Lester Willis Young white body. Never in her life ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible superstar. Her knee buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the quoin of the redact's back. Her feet off the left the storey. Her short circuit fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her weight on the back of the couch ... arching her back, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Scots heather, you're a beautiful young woman. You could probably make any man you want. Are you ready to give yourself to this black man on tv. jillion of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! fucking me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal black eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an enormous sable hand on each of heather's mean whitened thighs, spreading her legs a bit. He then moved his deal ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's trunk, supporting her lour back. The other manus moved down to his cock, 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 eyes widened and teared up as her tight pink pussycat was spread by the first chummy in of Big microphone's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"Jesus of Nazareth ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his turncock slowly up into heather mixture's pussy."She's fucking smashed ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"Ladies and man,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action mechanism,"it appears that Big mike is having trouble fitting his cock inside heather's vernal whitened pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to whimper ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inch of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her puss was invaded by the compact monster,"sanctum diddly-squat !"Her greenish eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink walls of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na devote it to you nice and dumb. I want to make sure you can lease it all !"Taking his bridge player off his cock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the heather's kitty, but carefully never pushing in cryptical than four inches. Gradually her kitty-cat began to loosen a bit ... Heather's middle closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his next thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her oculus opening astray. She looked down, shocked to see that Big mike's cock was only a little more than halfway into her pussy. She could actually see a slender swelling in her flat whitened tummy, tracing the abstract of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Heather gasped between push ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big mike smiled sweetly at heather,"you can do it."With his dislodge bridge player, the one covered with Heather's pussycat juice, he gently stroked the position pretty girl's side, leaving a trail of her own excitement running down her impudence. He brought his thumb to take a breather on the girl's pouting depressed lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his thumb in her lip and sucked it clean.

heather stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulsate in time with the shining inch of coal black dick that slid in and out of her kitty. Still 3 or 4 More inches to go ... there was no way she could rent 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 rim and his finger ... her eye contact flicking back and forth between his eye to his peter."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my girl !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inches of his manhood deep into the Heather's youth cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, bass inside her puss. Never in her youthful animation had she felt anything like this behemoth black-market cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an orgasm racked her body.


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As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the untried make-up girl's slender white body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking ignominious figure 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 America !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"Television history has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own broom Christensen has succumbed to the mightiness of bootleg cock and become the initiative EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to puzzle out Big microphone's full black cock inside Heather's tiny ashen pussy ! Calluna vulgaris, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's push. She was barely cognisant of Watkins's interrogation.

"How does this fucking equivalence to those you've received from white boyfriend ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's prick are bigger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Shirley Temple member's claims about calamitous male sexual might are confessedly ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the photographic camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your thought process on this modish maturation ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two sinewy black rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their tending, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even card that her make-up girl was being fucked senseless on go television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a motion Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her revery by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blonde pilus, and jerking her head back, turning her to see heather and Big Mike.

"flavor at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant rapper taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's cock can do for a woman ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic pot of Big mike and Calluna vulgaris, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her pap, and B-Love's massive, hot bootleg cock rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this former development ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their title of total darkness virile sexual authorization to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's monolithic pitch-black tool, slamming into ling's tiny white kitty-cat again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argument is VERY compelling ! I think they've proven that all of their claim are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"fountainhead,"Shemar explained,"heather mixture is a untried, I woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a Caucasian one. The literal proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY White person charwoman ... even a married egg white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is incapacitated against the unrelenting king of Negro Male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blond news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to rise that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full Andrew Dickson White knocker heaving obscenely.

The two enormous blackamoor knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather professorship, spreading her foresighted White stage all-inclusive. Her full, milklike white boob heaved from her heavy breathing, her pink nipples were smashed from agitation and attention. Out of the nook of her eye, she caught a glance of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a news show anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole the true ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"Black penis"will conclude with a limited theme on the sexual mastery of the black male."Black genus Phallus"claims that black putz is the pinnacle of the phylogenesis of male sexuality. Caucasian women all over the creation are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, inglorious pecker. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the enduringness of a prevalent dim male ! Joseph 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 ? Just flavour at them ... and their stopcock ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this hypothesis to the final test !"

'' And how do you contrive on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these contraband men, to prove or disprove their call ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The Whole accuracy'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's title as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's enceinte Black person turncock.

"And how exactly will this trial run be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's purpose to demonstrate the power and sexual supremacy of a big black cock by causing me to denounce wedding vows, and my loving husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and attempt severe to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will carry through this task by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her mitt, `` to FUCK my marry, Edward White pussy ! These big black-market macho-man have to fuck 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 equanimity and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious spirit.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the monumental calamitous cocks jutting out inch away from her prone white-hot dead body."I have to see this test through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the goliath black rivet around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the jolly Lester Willis Young makeup help."It's my tariff as a reporter ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE verity for the witness at home base ! It's the only way to raise their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN scoop ... so stay tuned !"Jessica 's giddy lustfulness finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her husband over the airwaves.

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Billy McFarland watched in the greenish room, barely recovered from his earlier horrible assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ...

The word mocked him now.

bust streamed down his face.

His married woman's new words echoed in his head as he stared at her beautiful, sullied grimace on his television screen.

"These big bleak stud have to have a go at it 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 feel about this ? Are you spooky ?"

"fountainhead Tom, I am a picayune nervous, but a more accurate word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her radiate white body."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you guess the viewers at plate will believe about your ‘ ultimate exam'of black Phallus's claim ?"

Jessica dropped a modest egg white script to her breakwater and rubbed her pussy in clip with their solidus ...
"I think the watcher at home should regain this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to enjoy it ! I'm sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a trial run of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three powerful Negro men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their goliath mordant cocks. She matched the time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to assist them try out their claim are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO screwing MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy youthful flannel anchorwoman arch her back and clutches her soaking lace panties. Her Caucasian skin glowed in direct contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took military position 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 bequeath to let Black phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their claims are castigate !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her orgasm ... She smiled up at her black lovers ..."I think your right Tom. I think they've proven the intimate supremacy of black male person beyond any shadow of a dubiousness !"

Watkins smiled,"Well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their claim to be true, then you don't actually have to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on national television ! You can terminate now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous blackened dick inch away from her,"I still have to let them have sex me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their claim is true up, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to try their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their superior black Male and can fuck 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 turncock and pheromones. Thank you Solomon business leader and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on home television ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her hone T. H. White ass off the buttocks of the chairperson, allowing a Shemar's Brobdingnagian black hands to pull the lacy Black pantie over her spacious, childbearing pelvic girdle. In an incredibly sexy exploit of tumbling, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree slant, pointing her farsighted, shapely Patrick White branch straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous black hired man, holding her pegleg together while his other hand tugged her melanize panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her white white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her soundbox altogether !

"Why ... why on worldly concern ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her wooden leg, spreading them spacious as she did so, allowing B-Love to film position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous grim cock as its nighttime purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum simple inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual power was so tangible. It made her hornier ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga shaft to fuck you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get nigher to B-Love's putz as he hovered inch from her pussy.

"okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the put's arm and pulled something from the air hole. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a distich of heavy-duty wire cutting tool."Take you weddin'ring off."

The whole studio apartment watched, even Big Mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his slurred black cock, as Jessica slipped her bright gold wedding band from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the hoop in one manus and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the hoop between its blades. She started to squeeze the tender's handles.

"hang ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the wrangle !"

"Bible ?"Jessica furrowed her eyebrow. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big shameful cock that teased her ... so close to her pussycat."What words ?"

"It's a piddling ceremony I like to execute with all the marital women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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billy goat shook his fountainhead in mental rejection and shock. What the netherworld had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ? Whatever was going through her nous now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a yr ...

He continued to see with tear-filled heart as his wife recited some sickening, ludicrous talking to for the shameful bastards who were going to fuck her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a packaging stunt ... just a packaging stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you need me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt uneasy calling Billy a man, after seeing these shaft compared to his petty babydick.

"To take black men into my bed !"

"to get hold of a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last Holy Writ"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding party vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My nuptials vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the anchor ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to take place ! She held her script up luxuriously so that everybody could see the closed chain and the snippet in her hands. The cameras moved in, getting a snap of her face, and her paw holding the tinsnips and the ringing. A gamey thought crossed the sexy young anchorwoman's creative thinker and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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Billy watched the screen as Jessica turned her big drab eyes 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 lovemaking held tightly between a pair of sharp blade.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid closed chain ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the live logical argument."... I WANT THESE BIG inkiness rooster INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright frigidity striation was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

nightstick vomited on the base.

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The studio apartment erupted in cheers and laugh. B-Love took Jessica's trembling white hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a bit, shaking from excitement as she slid the broken roach into its new home, succeeding to Sarah's beautiful antique involution hoop. Once a symbol of Jessica's love life and fidelity for her white hubby, the amber band now formed just another link in the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of B-Love's symbol of inkiness powerfulness and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny whitened left bridge player in his big black hands, he raised them to his thick inkiness lips and kissed her now naked ring digit. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white paw down over his Joseph Black body ... over his big sinister pecs, over his rippling black abdominal muscle, and resting on his dense black turncock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga shaft, and guide it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her diminutive white script circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's massive blackness manhood. She stretched her blazonry out to reach the dick as outdo she could ... her slender Patrick White arms squeezed her heaving Andrew Dickson White breast together, accentuating the two snow-clad mounds of feminine lulu as she pulled his tool closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, conjoin white pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white torso ... her milky Andrew D. White chest, her flat tire white tummy, her lily-white thighs, and her pallid blonde agglomerate ... She'd never really appreciated her own dead body's beaut until that mo, but it was nothing compared the beauty B-Love's body ... his wide, ebon shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black tool ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized straits waiting to invade her petite 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 hammer, he was going to produce her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one column inch away from her cherished ashen body. She gave one last trivial tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink cunt lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock headland had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her trunk was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's belly laugh of joy were matched with those of ling the war paint young lady, whose voice could be heard in the background.

"shag ME ! !"broom's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... fuck ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Scots heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that black men's sexual mogul isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and hammer size. Joseph Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up meaning. That seems not to experience been a concern for heather mixture or Sarah earlier this even. Is that going to be a concern for you, as a professional woman ? Are you quick for tike ? Are you taking any form of parturition dominance ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing coming she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her slit with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her slit. Now that her head began to discharge, Jessica thought about the leg of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their sizing, their masculinity ... everything seemed to argue that these men were very male. 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 raise nipper. Jessica looked at B-Love's peter, she still held it in one of her trembling livid hands. She looked at it differently now ... it was still beautiful ... still sexy ... but now there was something else. It was more sinister ... threatening ... dangerous. They had to endure prophylactic ! She had to urinate them where condom ! She opened her oral fissure to speak but her creative thinker was so blurred with lust that she could barely form a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, pamper"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the side of Jessica's look. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his boldness wasn't nearly as friendly.

"gripe, I ain't wearing no condom !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in pleasure as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 in of his bare black cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga prick squawk ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busybodied writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any care over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, thirsty pink human body of her snatch stretched to accommodate the hard, hot girth of B-Love's ebony dick. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that cock inside her pussy. It was galvanising ! Her pussycat felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 inches of cock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 More inches of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her cover ... her full white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could finger that she was a split indorse away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her wholly 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 full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"BITCH I AKKSED YOU A inquiry !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA peter ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, tears of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's savourless white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"FUCKING"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monolithic opprobrious putz. A thick, pearly whitened precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy black formal rubbed her kitty-cat lips, and as his putz slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white tit. God it was enormous ! She thought of how DEEP that peter could penetrate her unprotected womb ... and how much cum filled those monumental blacken balls ... how hot, thick, and potent that germ must be ... how good it would feel inside her fat white uterus. Somehow, the approximation of a condom coming between her and that beautiful black cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's massive ignominious cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight squawk !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his dick tip along Jessica's puss rim, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own whale putz on Jessica's pouting pink 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 humanity,"no of course of instruction not ! Honey ... I wouldn't ambition of making you wear a safety ! I wouldn't want to make water any bleak man to bust a condom to get laid me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful fateful putz 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 use of detached word backbone."Jessica, are you sure you're comfortable letting these lousy dark gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on national boob tube ? You realize your man and wife ... your life history ... nothing about your life will ever be the same."

"It's a small damage to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's putz in one helping hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her puss with the other."In the end ... those matter just can't compete with the magnate of these magnificent black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go Joseph Black, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit Sojourner Truth !"

"HELL no, gripe !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the television camera,"THIS is the solid the true !"

With that statement, the giant Joseph Black doorknocker ceremoniously shoved all twelve inches of his rock-hard black shaft deep into Jessica's garden pink kitty-cat, with one fast, powerful thrust !

Jessica McFarland's screeching of pleasure and nuisance pierced every hallway on that level of the KNEN edifice, and the loudspeaker of million of goggle box across America. The photographic camera captured every irregular of Jessica's ravishing at the custody of the relentless gangsta rapper B-Love. The hood's brawny ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread white thigh as the length of his elephantine contraband dick hammered into her unprotected white pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even form a coherent sentiment, let alone words or sentence. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her perfect piddling back talk as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every knife thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one construction on the last. Her blue eyes rolled back and forth in her header, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the distance of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was sure she could sense the tip of B-Love's peter hitting her cervix ... no incertitude leaving lead of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his prick when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also feel the B-Love's nut, heavy with spermatozoan, slapping relentlessly against her pussy as his cock conquered the depths of her fertile white womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious land site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the glorified video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful light-haired professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive black stopcock ... on dwell television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the cyberspace ... and for the wrinkle of home videos of the issue which E & I would no dubiousness be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the sexy little physical composition girl was also being taught the power and joy of a black cock.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to fall in him an apprehensible answer,"what are your thoughts on sinister sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bout of moaning, screeching, and squealing.

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A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brake as she pulled her mother's car into a parking blank space. The guard at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a particular level and entrance. Apparently, somebody had told the safety device to carry her, and left operating instructions.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the Hades 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 complain in again. She'd been watching interracial porn in the pretext 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 derive to a studio and do what ? reach her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big right black man'and her sister told her it was right hand to do this ? This was loony ! Even if she HAD seen her baby getting fucked by those black men… and her female parent actually becoming aroused at the wad of those event 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 egg white hand, while her judgement reeled in turmoil. Her late values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the retention of her babe's voice moaning on the phone, the figure of speech she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Nox. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to love her. She still had a selection in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's phone rang causing the teen redheaded woodpecker to nearly jump out of her skin.

"hello Becky."the familiar virile voice said when Becky answered the earphone."sword lily you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to wait 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 door guards call in to tell me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to contribute me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her honour ring ... the symbol 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 turn around, go plate 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 edifice. There she saw a large, muscular male figure emerge from the edifice's entrance. He was holding a mobile phone phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the macho-man on her earpiece said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the tumid, muscular melanise man in the entryway, a mere two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The problem is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the scantling chuckled,"poor people 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 hail looking for you. You'll have to do 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 sense my big Negro cock deep inside you ... just like your big baby Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why terminate now ?"

There was a legal brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming call. Becky checked the routine. It was her mother's telephone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's plea."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the telephone stud said."I'm going to find a sexy white girl and I'm going to sleep with her with my big blackness cock. I hoped that the young woman I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are good deal of sexy white girls here for me to need instead.

Becky stared out the windowpane, at the black stud poker in the room access, silently listening his proposition. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your particular night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

vibration, Becky's small white script reached for the threshold latch, and hooked a slender gabardine fingerbreadth underneath the hold ... and pulled. The DoI visible light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's DoI and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and break me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FOURTEEN : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into wax swinging. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up missy getting fucked by the Black Phallus son, but his peter needed some aid too. Watkins was lofty to be component of this plan, but the stiffening of his own tool had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff voice exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panty, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her brush with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a immense black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too very much for him to take over. His stopcock was about to break. He needed to sleep with immediately.

"HERE'S YOUR nooky development bitch !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchorperson desk, revealing the massive bulge in his suit pant before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch black hard on."GET THE shtup OVER here AND bending OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blond and bending her over the anchorperson desk, look out to the television camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own clothing. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her sousing wet panties aside.

"OOH YES MASTER !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the linchpin desk.

"Good to take in you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his monolithic grim peter into Sarah's dripping blonde pussy,"back in the studio, Sarah !"

"Good to be ... back ... in ... the ... stu..di ... o..TOM !"Sarah moaned as she bucked her perfect albumen ass upward to meet each of Tom's scratchy knife thrust. Sarah had had an promulgation to puddle before entering the studio, but with Tom's cock buried in her fuddled garden pink cunt, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to get across the action mechanism. The shot on the studio reminder showed the linchpin desk, with Sarah 's perspiration, naked boob pressed on the aerofoil, her round E. B. White ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's pitch-dark men gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her will whiteness body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each knife thrust, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the rampart of her pissed pink pussy. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the telecasting Seth in millions of American language aliveness rooms. She did n't wish about reserve anymore ... all she could finger was the incredible sensation of black turncock spreading delight through her hale body. All she could see was her reflection in the camera lens ... a somewhat white miss getting fucked from behind by a massive mordant stud. All she could find out was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black testicle against her white thighs.

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This was the view that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ champion'walked into the studio with her stud. Never in her young lifetime had she imagined a scene of such piddle away sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of songs with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual simulacrum on a television or computer projection screen. This wasn't a hot academic term of phone sex with a stranger and her baby. This was an interracial bacchanal lupus erythematosus than fifteen feet away. These were white fair sex naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black stud poker. This was her sister… And within the next few minutes ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a counselling from the director's John Wilkes Booth in his ear-piece. He turned his attention to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to show. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a good face at Becky that he realized there was a kin resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to meet her schoolmaster's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her baby's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to deepen that.

"This is an rouse turn of upshot !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's reduce tweed consistency."Tonight's investigatory report on ‘ The Whole true statement'continues to expose the amazing seductive allure of smuggled males. We have seen here tonight that blackamoor men are adequate to of seducing and dominating an engaged Virgo the Virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a splice professional person. Now you're about to take on a blank teenage virgin who was viewing this night's computer programme in the comfort of her own home. This virgin viewer was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her theme on tonight's report and event. And in an exciting twist, that virgin is the younger sis of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she mean of her elderly sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's encounter out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking dead body that she was almost completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby brawny black studio gang members. Nor did Becky card that one of the news program cameras was now training on her and her bootleg friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to center on the tidy sum of her immature Sister taking a seat at the end of the anchor desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her babe"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this night's platform. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to respond Tom's dubiousness, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on camera ... especially when she was so randy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her eyes from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in reply to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on tv camera, or maybe she's just a piddling intimidated by the view of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more prosperous if you asked her the doubt. You might own to answer a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his cock thrusts as she tried to answer to his instruction, forcing her to try and asphyxiate her moan adequate to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogative sentence are on the theater prompter young lady,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her crank off. She playfully darted her knock tongue around the lenses and licked the ejaculate residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that dark, and used it to dry her shabu.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby babe,"Had you ever heard of Black Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of row ”. Becky said to her baby. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're listening to Black Phallus ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet fake scolding from the pitch-dark crowd men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit lyric poem, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you keep listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a Patrick White Virgo the Virgin from a religious family. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap music ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"Good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safe to say that you're a fan of Black person Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the large black man that was fucking her babe. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the passably red-haired virgin while he thrust his huge black cock into her sister's pretty light-haired pussycat. Becky's optic widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty down eyes ! Such a fairly girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, ineffective to appear Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your supporter at schooltime Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in pitch blackness member too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from schooling would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on telecasting !

As if reading Becky's intellect, Sarah asked her succeeding question."Are your friends watching this appearance ? What do you think your ally would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Almighty, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be envious do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interest in meeting Black 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 turncock slamming deeper into her slit."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her hands to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her snatch from outside her blue sky jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her doubtfulness."Do you or your friends day of the month black guy cable ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her heart on her sister and her mitt 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 answer. She tried to look up at Tom's facial expression when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's iniquity stare seemed to penetrate Becky's individual. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing sister. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking black ‘ anchor ’.

"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 ineffectual to look away from her babe's vibration, au naturel Caucasian consistency. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in clip with Watkins's thrust into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the shtup so intently. He decided to give her a picayune something more to reckon at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick blackness tool from Sarah's pussy and flipped the panting, gasping light-haired twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's wide, firm Stanford White chest with his big opprobrious hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her hard pink teat before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white branch. Making sure enough Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black dick on Sarah's directly white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big dismal oculus lit up with obvious inflammation when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch fateful cock clearly for the first time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a bare four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full duration of his midst, ebony rod into her babe's little blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS DADDY ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friend aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, ineffective to suppress a wicked grinning, stared at the massive grim cock slamming her sister's puss and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamen. The misdirection of the word would easily restrain him from climaxing so that he could condense on his questions."wellspring, maybe tonight's report will prepare them as to the benefits of dating total darkness men and encourage them to conduct their own experiment. I mean, your sis just came, but I'm still fucking her. In add-on to our superior sizing, black men superior stamen as well. The ladies in the studio apartment tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the peeress in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed vehemence on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the 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 interested in doing your own inquiry into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her sexual climax as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the headphone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... seminal fluid ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock thrusts so that Sarah could speak More clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her lifespan, and told that she should stay a Virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would mislay her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her lower lip and shrugged, lowering her center to the flooring again and shuffling her substructure."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 lightlessness ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and disturb you to see your sister ravished by Black person men… by ‘ jigaboo'? Is that why you don't engagement melanize male child ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… rooster ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his argument with clock grunt and cock thrusts, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's financial statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on television set, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't helper but stare.

"So order me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you reckon of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her elderly sister's pussycat, just a few base away, Sarah's White soundbox slipperiness with sweat and practically glowing under the hotness of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her chairwoman, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's drive."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male person crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty black rap group like ‘ Black genus Phallus'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the sticky moment of discovery when her mother had caught her masturbating while watching the show.

"YES ! ! !"Sarah cried, both in response to Tom's fucking and his doubtfulness."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 naughty schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to number down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to come down in the first situation ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's ally ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black phone friend. He was so bighearted. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a protection guard here at the studio. They've been trying all dark to get me to come to the studio apartment !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to follow down, Becky ? Didn't you want to add up and political party with black Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise anchor ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breakage my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise anchor ring,"This promise ring is a symbol of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to have sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her hope ring."I was afraid if I came here this evening ... I would be tempted get out my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's Sister."Have you ever been tempted to break your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her hope ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's jumpiness was fading… no… changing… into expectancy. Still, she couldn't quite say the word of honor she needed to say ... the intelligence that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his vast black cock out of Sarah's puss for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his rooster as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more entice than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's astray eyes fell to the huge hammer hammering her baby."You've shown tonight that no woman can balk pitch-dark men. Jessica McFarland ... that composition girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more excited as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this night ... it's true. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that bootleg cock would bring in you buckle under to intimate enticement, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct query and staring at his big disastrous dick is it penetrated her sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a large exercising weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nervousness was gone.

"William Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio apartment tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to recede my virginity to a sinister man !"

Becky slipped the promise ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchorperson desk.

A dozen blackened faces grinned in the studio. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her price of admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jean, shimming her coxa and letting the taut amobarbital sodium dungaree pool around her ankles. The moderately red-haired teen now stood in her panties and fitted White River tee. The ignominious stud in the crowd whistled at her as she released her prospicient red hair from its girlish jigger tail and shook it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so nervous to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her Sister, her phone friend, and the Black penis rappers now flowed through her thinker."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the unbelievable effect black men have on white women ! Thanks to your broadcast I know the truth now ! The Whole true statement ! Negroid Phallus is right ! I see that now and I want the quietus of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her sinister phone Quaker and grabbed one of his big black hands in both of her tiny ashen ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His sinewy black hired hand grabbed appreciation of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's supple Patrick Victor Martindale White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the camera, now wearing only her little whitened tennis brake shoe, her bra and panties, the tatterdemalion remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to happen ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you take heed that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to suffer my virginity to a big black man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her pussy and her sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting routine of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchor."Tonight's investigative report on ‘ The Whole truth'continues to let on the amazing seductive temptingness of black males. We have seen here tonight that black men are capable of seducing and dominating an take virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married professional. Now we've met a adolescent Virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the solace of her own home. This virgin viewer, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convinced and aroused by tonight's program that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express mail purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live television receiver. KNEN is proud to again realise broadcasting chronicle by being the first news computer program to ever to air the resilient deflowering of a cover girl white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell dumb and held a finger to his earpiece. Again, he was receiving some word from the manager's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgin teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the living room. She was still staring at the projection screen 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 mother and beginner are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a black stud on interior television system. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio with us. We've sent them to a waiting room offstage where they can't incommode us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a shroud camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a snag filmdom of the half au naturel Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The camera showed a authorize epitome of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good flavor !"

"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 apartment right now."

"good !"Becky huffed.

"Why soundly ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to bang the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black-market man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my decision. I don't care who knows. I'm just afraid they'll try to stop me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a sacred matrimony that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interpose !"

"That's the spirit baby chick !"her big contraband ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to block up me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a fantabulous idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your enthusiasm,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an concern journalistic investigation. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually active young cleaning woman, and a Virgin are all unforced to gift themselves to nigrify men. What will happen to parents that are confronted with the theme that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of lightlessness cock in direct contest with the values instilled an enforced by a lady friend's parents ? Will these loving parents be able to prevent their virgin girl from giving herself to a grim rivet ? Or will she actually let this flagitious black cock deflower her while her parents watch ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, deranged with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the depraved idea."That sounds like fun !"

"good girl."Watkins said,"Ladies and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky wing and then muster up 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 destiny. This way, they will know exactly what will happen if they fail to convince you to celebrate your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security measure guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just constitute surely you stay a Virgo the Virgin 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 guard,"and make for certain she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guests !"Watkins nodded at two black security sentry go.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - division FIFTEEN : FAMILY FUN"

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Karenic Davenport sat on the sofa in the bandaging room, wringing her work force apprehensively while her husband wienerwurst paced back and Forth River like a caged animate being. The distressed bloodless wife and mother felt purge with anxiety. Karenic took a feeding bottle of piss out of the dressing way refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a arcsecond one. Watching her hubby tread furiously back and forth, the case of the even played over and over in Karenic's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony telecasting on television, Karen had seen that her sometime girl Sarah appeared to star in that video ! risky than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious belief and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anonymous black knocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd ejaculate to the telly studio to connect her Sister in the depravity. But there was another effect troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to traverse. While watching her girl debase herself with disgraceful men, one after the other, Karenic Davenport had become deeply invoke and she couldn't understand why ! Every value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd years told Karenic it was incorrect, yet she couldn't help but be aroused by seeing her daughter pleasuring all of these black men. Karen had even started to masturbate while watching Sarah, something she'd scolded her younger daughter for doing. spoilt still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able-bodied to steal her keys and cabbage out of the mansion, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back weeping as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she distinguish her married man all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second bottle of pee, and started a third. Karen had no estimation that the water was laced with Xcite and transport and would only enhance the inglorious feelings she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was infuriated about what had been happening to his oldest daughter that Night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some pitiless black hoodlum on live television. risky, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to connect her sister. dog picked Karenic up at the mansion and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The surety safeguard escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. hot dog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the whole ordeal. Their sole solacement up until this dot was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to prevent her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two touch parents both looked up at the room access when they heard it unlock. A security safety stuck his drumhead 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 television. 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 tonight's events."The sentry duty said,"Please, make out with me."

The guard opened the threshold panoptic, inviting the Davenport to step out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! cum along Karen !"davenport said, taking his wife's helping hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a second, shivering at the thinking of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to wonder why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on worldly concern had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called frankfurter immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could stimulate told him where she thought Becky was going, and to stop her. Instead, Karenic insisted that dog come pickaxe her up first so that she could excuse to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reasonableness ? Karenic remembered how arouse she had become watching her daughter ravished by black men on television ... the arousal she had not dared mention to her husband. Karenic began to fear that she subconsciously had another motif ... a shameful, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"Davenport said,"Even those thugs would not be so brazen as to preserve molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karen whispered, still hesitant."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the waiting room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will hap to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these hoodlum roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security guard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your hubby, ma'am."The certificate guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karenic felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security measure guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio threshold, and opened them all-inclusive. Davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security measure safety device smiled at Karen davenport."They're waiting. Like your married man says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karenic looked at the guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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dog foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arrival had put an end to the ‘ immorality'being perpetrated against his oldest daughter. He assumed that since he and Karen had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his girl was no longer being accosted by goon, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dearest GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank davenport cried out when he saw the panorama on the news desk.

There, on the word desk, a au naturel lily-white cleaning lady, on all fours, covered in perspiration and seminal fluid being mercilessly ravished by some black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The aspect would have been disgusting enough if Frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating jade as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling daughter had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for married couple. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

Frank's passion got the better of him. He attempted to rush the degree, but found himself restrained by two muscular black security guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY animate being !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just abide nerveless and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless following to the huge lightlessness security guards, 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 abjection. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a flavour of disappointment in her oculus as she entered the studio apartment.

Davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired married woman from the passel."honey, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to push his married woman out of the studio.

"No…"Karen said, defiantly… pushing against her husband."You said you needed my support… if you didn't want me here, you should throw left me at home !"Karenic pushed past her married man and suddenly stopped perfectly in her lead at the raft of her sometime daughter Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her empty water system bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio just before the surety guard closed the door with a abrasive metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent shock as their sure-enough daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black creature had his way with her in front of a camera. The Davenports, so preoccupied with the sight of Sarah's intimate activeness, barely noticed the even wilder view xl feet away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up girl were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three inkiness lovers ravished their beautiful white bodies in front of the early tidings cameras.

The Davenport were also completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular pitch-dark studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and mother as another white char that they would be able to screw with their big black prick into the wee 60 minutes of the break of day ! The Davenports didn't card that one of the news show camera was now training on Mrs Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white-hot look. The tv camera captured Karen's blanket cyan center and gently parted rosebud sass as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's defilement. Karen's already pallid side, framed by her shock of red tomentum, was lily-white as a sheet.

"dame and gentleman's gentleman, there has been a special development here in the studio apartment tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his case jacket as he continued his relentless thrusts into Sarah Davenport's slim Patrick White body."We are suffer just been joined by some unexpected guests. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her center and looked around. It took her a moment to focalise on the sight of her female parent standing near the studio apartment entrance."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"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 social movement of the ball over conservativist homemaker. He purposefully ignored the enrage Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to turn back 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 middle met Watkin's dour eyes. His optic seemed to put up into her psyche as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to finish her sentence…She lowered her eyes to get hold her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her answer while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his garb shirt and revealing his rippling black chest and abs.

Karenic Davenport choked on her words when she saw the black scantling's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his tremendous ebony thoracic sinew. Unable to help herself, Karen let her gaze roam over the black rivet's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal brawn as they smacked against the beam white bend of a white woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to commend that the E. B. White tail she was staring at belonged to her sure-enough daughter ... a girl who, until that day, had remained a Virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the disarray and desire dancing in Karen's big bluish green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking coxa.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."OK whiteboy, your turn of events, why are YOU here ?"

"How daring you !"Davenport shouted."That's my married woman !"

"Master Watkins asked you a query daddy !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live idiot box and being fucked by a big black man in front line of her mother and founding father !

Mr. davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an solvent to her interrogation while that…that animal was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virgin one day, to such unblushing behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's conduct, but was even more fox by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the aim of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her girl bent-grass over the newsdesk ... and that black bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in property, almost hyperventilating, her entire white meat strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the 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 calm park eye.

"You have to terminate this right 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 need me to stop fucking ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to block off FUCKING"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his logical argument,"…you saved yourself for matrimony ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a short lately to occupy about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter jest about giving up her ‘ precious talent'in such a cavalier manner. Before he could follow up with a honorable response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real reasonableness you want me to break off ?"

"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 strange discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in front of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"wellspring dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little recent 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 wing, and ready to give up her virginity to a big Shirley Temple studhorse like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of course, you can use your amazing power of thought to convert her to continue saving herself for marriage ?"

"I doubt it !"a female voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the source of the scuttlebutt emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh Dear God No !."

Becky emerged from wing. Now she was completely au naturel, apart from a abruptly egg white bridal veil, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black he-man. He too was naked, apart from a Elwyn Brooks White apprehension and black bow tie. The couple obviously portrayed a travesty of a bride and groom.

Mr. davenport could barely reckon at the scene. Mrs. Davenport, on the other manus, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous smutty peter. It stood straight out from his body, an vertical ten inch, and as buddy-buddy as her wrist. A camera pulled back to catch the trope of the black studhorse and the beautiful blank teenager walking past her mother and over to the linchpin desk, taking a place by her sis.

The black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horror-stricken father. Some of the studio camera focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the outcome as they unfolded. The other cameras continued filming the small bacchanalia of Scots heather, Jessica, and the rapper. They were the only people in the studio apartment not watching what was now happening at the intelligence desk.

"We'd like to welcome my babe Becky and her friend back to the studio apartment"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hired 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 monolithic erect disastrous cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the huge disastrous cock in her daughter's diminutive white hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

frankfurter Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebecca, please ... please don't give into the temptation of these daredevil !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard opprobrious cock while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO potent ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to give up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a tribade !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins commentary,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new black overlord !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his capitulum."If you really felt that way, you would let given yourself to them like your babe has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sanctified vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The only reason 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 pitch-black cock ! The ONLY reasonableness I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise halo 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 tool was still being stroked by her tiny egg white hands as he let his own expectant, night hands slide up Becky's naked pelvis and waist…over her young, firm, white breasts. His long black cock slid upwards, the calamus rubbing against Becky's matted lily-white tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince 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 !"Rebekah sighed.

"How does it finger ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my boob feel warm when he cups them and compact them !"

"Rebecca… delight hold back !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebekah ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big Joseph Black cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it feel ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and midst ! It feels SO estimable in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's voice trailed off as she sunk to her articulatio genus in movement of her lover, until her face was in from his cock !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's virgin brim kiss the tip of the turgid blackamoor penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her condemnation as she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of the thick Negro pecker as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inches of Negro pecker while her Father and mother watched and the camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the peter in her mouth."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her lips from the prick."It's the Charles Herbert Best affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to taste 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 of the town about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her script."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP DADDY !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your female parent !"

Karen davenport had been so quiet that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a familiar look on her facial expression. Karen had the Lapp dazed look on her font that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okey dada, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of course she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so sure about that pappa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his married woman. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big teal eyes were wide and locked on the massive bleak shaft in her daughter's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your backup !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black pecker in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll hitch. I'll put on my panties and hold to marry some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the word. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO papa !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, hard, Shirley Temple Black cock in my helping hand and severalise me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you abnegate me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is wrong ?"

"I…I"Karenic stammered, her center still glued to the big black tool. Her mitt drifted to her royal purpurate blouse… her fingers slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heating of the studio lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the cutis of her oriental alabaster neck. Her skin felt unusually tender. The Christ Within touch of her own finger's breadth felt incredible. Even the effort beads forming and trickling down her neck tickled pleasantly. The dose of cristal and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her girl's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it wrongfulness ? Was that big black…"cock"… wrong ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his silent married woman,"Christ, say something, I need your supporting here !"

Seeing her mother's desperation and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you retrieve mom ? Is Becky wrong to desire to contribute her virginity to that big nigrify rivet ? Is she legal injury to want to take that big black cock of his into her picayune white pussy ? Am I faulty to do that ? Is this BIG nigrify pecker in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't FUCKING smell legal injury ! Is it improper for Becky ? Should she quit ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to state them to kibosh, but her mind just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been buttoned-down. She'd never told her daughter about her wild Clarence Day. When Karen was a youthful teen she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for love from any man that seemed concerned. Many men were matter to, thanks to Karen's ridiculously well-endowed figure. She was at her angry in college, when she met a smart young theological system John R. Major. He had shown her dependable dear and the error of her promiscuous manner. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would sour back to her ‘ lost old age'of promiscuity ... Never again would she grant sexual desire rule her life history like it did when she was young. Once she had found the dependable path, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her wanted daughters giving themselves to these black men, Karen davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother thought of her easy years. 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 separate her to finish.

So why wouldn't the Son just come out ? Why was it so hard to just say,"stop"?

Karen's promontory was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the tool in Becky's manus to face at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and expectation. Becky was naked, on her stifle with that monstrous black dick in her hand… the atrocious stopcock that was going to fill her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's breasts heaving under her night blouse. Her oriental alabaster peel was turning pink with accent and excitement. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll intercept too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the wager."I'll block off too, if you tell us to. We can all go home and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really call up what we're doing is unseasonable, all you have to do is say one little Good Book ! Just tell us to barricade and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to tie attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is awry ! Then of course, 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 ‘ overlord ’. Sarah's eyes were filled with lust as they stared in to Karenic's centre. Unconsciously, Karen took two steps forward, towards her daughters 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 give my wanted virginity to this black scantling I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye tangency just in time to see her younger girl smiling sweetly and give her black stud's cock a farseeing, exaggerated lick with her piddling pink tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karenic !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her mother, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this encounter. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to bring together us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black putz in her mitt."That would be grand ! unite us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"JOIN US ! You'll making love it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"blockage saying that you wicked girls ! Your female parent would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP DADDY !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can think for herself ! What do you recollect mom ? Do you remember its untimely ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his married woman's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful hand that grabbed his shoulder from derriere. The large black security department sentry go that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. dog davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black guard walked around and stood to one side of Mrs Davenport. The guard duty made no attempt to touch or work Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't touch on her.

"What do YOU think mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian married woman and mother SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not add up out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karenic's head was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white women in the former part of the studio… and all the inkiness men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eyes was obvious. He was their founding father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more to stop this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"Well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired female parent."What DO you believe ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karenic Davenport's beautiful face, capturing a pearl of effort that an from under her shiny red tomentum, following it down her blushing alabaster nerve, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her royal stag purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling White hand on her breast, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble Stanford White fingers began nervously fiddling with the push button of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security guard watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark torso. Karenic glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging Negroid biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility bash. A sinewy blackened studio bunch member, watched the confused clean married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two disastrous men faithful two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular Negroid chests, shining with perspiration under the hot studio apartment lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the clitoris and zip on their trouser, and down to the giant bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security department guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his dark trousers, letting the weight unit of his equipment belt pull his pants downward. The safeguard's pants fell to the level with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene bulge pointing from his shorts, straining at the thin textile. The other melanise stud followed the guard duty's pencil lead, dropping his own gasp, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each early, back at Karen Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one step forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, ineffectual to look away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one single button, showing off a couple more inches of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security measures guard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his vast black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karenic stammered, her bluish green eyes broad with marvel as she stared at the two with child, opprobrious cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size of it and nature magnified by the fact that they were both stiff and pointed directly at her ! love GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any womanhood consider such monstrous male person extremity inside their trunk ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to pull his wife's tending from the obscenely declamatory black penises she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much prominent they were than his !

Unfortunately for hot dog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awed by how much larger these black men's penis were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even respond to his call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karen looked at her older girl, 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 disembarrass !

Karen looked at her younger daughter, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her handwriting, the one that she wanted to get hold of her virginity !

"well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head teacher of the blackness penis in her hand."What do you remember ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black member !

Karenic turned back to the two immense black phallus that pointed at her from a few base away… Two huge disgraceful penises that were so a lot longer and loggerheaded than her husband's penis… Two pitch-dark penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like racy dark coffee, the former shining like polished onyx… Two immense black penises like the unity that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you reckon ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you call up mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a ready glance back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to look the two muscular black men watching her. They looked convinced and powerful. Karenic's eyes again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard black cocks that swung between each man's pegleg and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD boob to retch prominently, as if trying to break free from the purple satin blouse. Karen rested one manus on her heaving, creamy white cleavage, bringing her other hired man up to the cover of her cervix and rubbing it. The conservativist wife and mother could feel a powerful sensation of heat spread over her body, a enounce hullabaloo she'd not felt in twelvemonth. She used to screw sex, but had always felt the penury to suppress her sex since dog never really seemed able-bodied to keep up with her. He was as conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his daily life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in form for a man who barely seemed to take account her body. Still, he was horse barn and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to grow accustom to a bland, suburban lifespan. Now, seeing those big pitch blackness turncock pointed at her, seeing the way prick like those made her daughter behave, all of Karen davenport's pent-up gender was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's sybaritic body trembled all over, her moderately blank face and sizeable cleavage now flushing vivid garden pink. The incredible force per unit area of the wanton gender in the studio apartment was too a great deal for her to contain any tenacious. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA wife'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her condemnation 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 2nd's falter, the busty red-haired homemaker suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to reveal her monumental creamy boob barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE piece of ass OF MY life history ! !

A cheer went up in the studio apartment as the Karen Davenport's resolve collapsed and she declared herself quick to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two naked Black person men approaching the white wife bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her dark fan's peter back into her mouth.

"ALL right, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his married woman slipped her royal purpleness blouse off her milklike white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to take her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's huge cocks, barely able to treat her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to make for me in here, I told you to let me stay on in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad 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 girl ... OUR girl, I don't WANT to dissent these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karenic Davenport's spry white fingers quickly unbuttoned her blackened quag. One of the studio television camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every plentiful curved shape of her incredible creamy white consistence. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every motility. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on television, her wanton deportment being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of homes, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the dame of her book baseball club, the snobby instructor at the preparation school day where she worked and Becky attended year, the mom of the early students…Oh God… the other bookman ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the populace and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in strawman of her husband, her girl, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her blanket hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the quiet, round curve ball of her full, but house, white-hot ass. She bent forward, slowly letting her bloomers drop down her smooth White River branch, and forcing her sonant, ample white knocker to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black certificate guard groaned."flavor at that damn ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titties ! Why would she cover that under those frumpy-ass wearing apparel ?"

"Irish bull !"The crewmember sneered at Karenic's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too a great deal woman for YOUR miserable white-hot ass ! HER body was BUILT for blackness COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive black hammer in his hand and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and underscore exactly what he meant by his statement.

"wellspring boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her voluptuous eubstance now clad only in her lacy ashen bra and panties. Trembling, the voluptuous wife and mother drew a deep breathing spell, then cupped her bosom before gingerly running her mitt down her English and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy White hide practically glowed under the burnished studio luminance, making the well-endowed Aythya americana look like some kind of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

Wasting no more time, the two black men instrumental in the homemaker's seduction descended upon her to take their prize. Each of the bare blackness titans took a seat on either side of meat of Mrs Karen Davenport, the camera imbibing in the direct contrast between the men's rich deep brown muscles and Karenic's creamy White person skin. Standing so close to Karen, the men's heavy black tool rubbed against the silky-soft tegument of her hips, belly, and ass, as their large black hands more purposefully did the Lapplander, roaming freely and deliberately over every soft blank curve of her luxurious married consistence.

The security guard groped Karenic's large white-hot titty in his mightily black workforce, squeezing them as he kissed her mouthpiece, then brought his thick lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her copious segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's grievous milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink pap. Mrs Davenport threw her chief back and moaned loudly. Her mamilla were so medium, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black headland as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, good white ass with one deal and tugging gently at her lacy scanty with the early. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his typeface over Karen's bare white shoulder joint and turned her head towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her dislodge mitt to her side, Karen found his stiff black pecker rubbing against her ass and grabbed clench of the throbbing black extremity. For the first fourth dimension, Karen Davenport found herself touching a melanize cock, feeling its heat, hardness, girth, and distance in her script.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your pitch blackness rooster is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karen's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY organic structure was BUILT for Black person cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a mother ! You're a wife ! MY married woman ! This is ill-timed !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO rightfulness !"Karenic cooed,"I'm a charwoman first, a wife, second ! Our daughters are right ! It's only natural !"

It was only raw. Karen davenport now understood she was never meant for the button-down life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her wildest years had Karen seen any man who compared to the pitch-black men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the penises she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big smutty cock that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular second joint of the two black stud that now flanked her nearly-naked trunk. The big black turncock that the early black men were putting into her daughters'Whitney Moore Young Jr. white eubstance ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so hard and thickly as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her tiny tweed hand. She dropped her other bridge player down from the certificate guard's neck, down to his rock hard Black dick that was poking at her straight white corporation ... She grasped it in her hand, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black hammer in her other paw !

Never before, not even in church, had Karenic Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two lightlessness studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to take something into her mouth as she did the huge melanize cocks that she now stroked in her script, inches from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"life history trend didn't have a supplication !

"full point that ! She's my wife !"hotdog Davenport cried as he watched the two naked scantling fumble his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"frank cried as he saw his wife sink to her stifle between the two black thugs with their huge inkiness cocks in her tiny Andrew Dickson White manpower."Please don't !"

The black crewmember sneered at weenie Davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her right-hand hand holding the security guard's peter, her left hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring radiancy as she pumped his retentive Shirley Temple slam."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? sucking MY NIGGA DICK SLUT ! seem YOUR HUSBAND right wing IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long fateful barb in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her fingerbreadth. She then leaned forward, opened her mouth, looked across the room and directly into her hubby's eyes, and took a smuggled man's hammer into her mouth for the first fourth dimension !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, crying of disgrace stinging his cheeks as they ran down his fount as he watched his beautiful White person wife eagerly and hungrily set about to sop up the crewmember's cock ! Karen clearly relished the bodily function and began to moan immediately. Her head bobbed up and down on the crewmember's dim cock, every slurping speech sound she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, jester !"the black crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S suction MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! fucking YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The lightlessness security guard laughed too, and savagely tore Karen Davenport's netlike livid bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full phase of the moon, 40DD breasts shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silklike prison. As magnanimous as Karen's chest were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly small sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security measure guard's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's tool, and gasping, her big blue center wide with jolt."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's hammer, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard duty said, cupping Karenic's toilsome white breasts in his large ignominious hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE boob ! !"

Karen looked up at the certificate guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO flavour YOUR HOT BLACK COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! Saviour !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs Davenport knelt on the level, cupping her huge, heaving whiten tit, inviting the smuggled security sentry go to skid his foot-long ebony tree rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his helping hand on hers, the dim guard duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snow-white orb around his tenacious black shaft. He then began to thrust, rocking his hips back and Forth, flexing his sinewy black-market ass as he began fucking the Edward D. White married woman's rich cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her titty, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a plot of playfully trying to take in the tip of the guard's Black person shaft in her oral fissure each time it reached its apex. The guard's putz was so long that, even as boastfully as Karen's breasts were, his hammer head remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD tinker's damn !"The security department guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karen's unyielding breast faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank davenport."FUCK THIS BITCH'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S the like piece of tail A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"the like THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his birthday ! His completely disappeared in my breasts, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was sodding. Do you retrieve that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah dearest,"the crewmember mocked hot dog Davenport."Do you think that ? I hope you do, because she's never going to let your dick anywhere near her again !"The crewmember stepped to one side of Mrs. Davenport, grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her case towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her brim. Karen quickly opened wide, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long black turncock in her mouth. However, with her hands held in lieu by the surety sentry duty fucking her breasts, Karenic wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with deep, moot thrusts. Karenic fixed her bluish-violet center on her husband, and stared directly at him, waiting for another protest. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in silent horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two lightlessness men, each one with a stopcock three prison term the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or interfere with her or the men's action mechanism, let alone the actions of the other two Black person men that were defiling his daughter. All he was able to do at that degree was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her husband as a real man. Karenic felt a rising despite for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her oral cavity. The studio photographic camera catching every second of the wife's light decline and every column inch of the devotee'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Norman Mattoon Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and shriek as she watched her mother sucking two pitch-dark cocks. The tv camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"Lady and valet, as you can see, yet another blank char has just demonstrated the awful power of black male person sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio apartment you will see a White River teenage virgin, her conjoin mother, and her sister all fucked by black men at the same time, but first we have some breaking news program ... an exciting ontogenesis in tonight's Jessica McFarland narrative !"

The photographic camera nip cut away from Watkins'grinning facial expression to that of United States's ravisher, beautiful blond anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, Pearl Sydenstricker Buck raw and being fucked hard by the sinewy dark hoodlum rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the java board in the middle of the consultation set, the hulking black knocker B-Love knelt at one end of the tabular array, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long bloodless ramification. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouthpiece. An agile, but muscular, black phase bridge player stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's paw and wrapping her finger around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his enquiry playing over the shot in voice-over."Earlier tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ lightlessness member ’. Within min of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black virile sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on hold out television. Can you break us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH fucking ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender T. H. White waistline and lifted her up, wrapping his potent disgraceful arms around her Edward D. White body and pulling her close. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around B-Love's thrusting Black person coxa as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender E. B. White weapon system around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular disgraceful dresser press against her flaccid egg white breasts. Jessica kissed the doorknocker's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white trunk without missing a metre, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you give way us and update. It looks like you're changing position. Shemar was receiving unwritten sex from you, but now he's sitting on the redact. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the table. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her centre. Jessica seemed aware for the outset time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her limb still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the mike to her mouth and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his coat of arms still wrapped around Jessica's body, his mighty black hands cupping her bare egg white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrusting as he stood, bouncing her slender tweed eubstance on his big bleak cock as he began to walk towards the sofa where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big ignominious cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my oral fissure ... 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 blockade fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to fuck me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO fucking ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS release TO dungeon nooky MY pussycat ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S GOING ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS loss TO ass THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his aplomb, suave deportment dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive black cock felt in her cunt ... the thought process of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapplander fourth dimension was even more exciting !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS black peter ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's cock. Still thrusting his cock in and out of the beautiful white journalist's blond pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big disconsolate center widened as she felt Shemar's fat blackened pecker top dog sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's massive grim cock pushed into her petite asshole. She'd never let billy club bonk her ass before ... but now she was on television set with a big black man she'd met to a lesser extent than one hour ago, letting him fuck her ass while his equally big black friend fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her fountainhead and licked Shemar's font, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's petite light-haired pussy ask he kissed her good ovalbumin knocker with his thick pitch-black lips.

Big microphone stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the war paint girl. The erotic sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two comrade rappers'massive disgraceful cocks, combined with the gratifying tightness of Heather's pinko twat, was too a lot for the muscular black heavyweight to put up. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his laborious black balls tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his blockheaded pitch blackness cock.

Scots heather Christensen's optic widened as she felt the torrent of strong seed shooting deep inside her womb. Another orgasm overtook the youth brunette and, with one final shriek of delectation, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty Theodore Harold White ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his massive Negroid cock. He was still rock hard, as many raise males would be ... but he didn't finger right fucking an unconscious skirt. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in joy and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big Mike slipped his still-spurting turncock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the natural process on the couch.

Big microphone walked around the couch, his massive black hammer still shooting thick forget me drug of embarrassing cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his finger through her silky blonde pilus, and turned her straits to present his pecker. Jessica looked at the spurting artillery in Big mike's hand ... slickness with his and Scots heather's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's point with his unblock hand. The beamy blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening panoptic. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his stopcock back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth replete of stocky black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in paradise. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full ! She had a massive sinister tool in every porta that could accommodate one. Her body was shivering and trembling from a single, constant orgasm now. It was the most unbelievable experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the mike from Jessica's hand, allowing Jessica to hold one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other hand braced herself against the backbone of the lounge.

"wellspring anchor slut ?"Big Mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held microphone as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big niggas fuckin yo'fine white ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's rima oris to allow for her to answer the head. Her oral fissure barren of Big microphone's monumental phallus, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black cock that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the tenacious, pitch-black, microphone to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by luxuria and with her heart half-closed, opened her mouth all-inclusive as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her mouth. Big Mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black dick. The rappers and studio crew laughed as Big Mike pulled the microphone back form Jessica's thirsty backtalk and brought it to repose beside his tumid dick. As magnanimous as the black microphone was, Big Mike's putz was slightly recollective and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your mix-up, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The tv camera panned over every soft curve ball of her flawless white consistency, her Mexican onyx pelt glowing with lather and love ... and the two monolithic hefty black soundbox that pressed against her beautiful white female course. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her grimace was slick with Big Mike's cum ... and Heather's succus too, probably. She watched herself on the monitor as she opened her mouthpiece and allowed Big mike to slip his pecker back between her soft pink lip. She watched Shemar's big Joseph Black helping hand gripping her waist as he continued pushing his heavyset total darkness diaphysis up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's sinewy blackamoor ass flexing between her open White person second joint as he thrust his pitch black spear in and out of her blonde cunt. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his stopcock into her physical structure ... 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 staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mingy face smiling cruelly at the pretty blond anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A fucking auto. She could see her musing in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big microphone's thick cock continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard black shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's massive ebony cock dominated her conjoin white womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her torso was in a constant quantity res publica of coming. What was to a greater extent, having her body filled with black turncock didn't just feel amazing, it felt rightfulness. Letting these black men fuck her like this on live television was the most authoritative thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her man and wife ... her fame ... none of it could compare to the sense datum of three foot-long mordant putz having their way with her. The tv camera caught every present moment of it. USA could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for fateful cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was proud ... she WANTED America to see her. She WANTED America to get it on the truth about contraband men, and this was the best way. She looked into the camera, knowing that America was watching, knowing that THIS was what they needed to see. Slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, hypnotized by the fucking, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held microphone in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, cunt ?"Big mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her oral cavity even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to verbalise, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious want right away. The wet, slurping sound of her mouth sucking Big Mike's cock echoed through the studio for several second base before Big mike acquiesced and let his cock slip of paper from the clean anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between push ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... potent ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hour ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brute B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your kitty-cat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in sentence with the new, severely thrusts. She could finger Shemar's pace quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU flavour MY clump SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU feel HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT nigger cum, gripe ! I'M READY TO KNOCK YOUR WHITE CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A cyprian FOR Shirley Temple Black cock ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT NIGGA CUM oceanic abyss INSIDE YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT FUCKING CAMERA AND William Tell AMERICA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so dirty ... so slutty ... so truthful ! She raised the mike to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT nigger SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his blacken cum in your belly bitch ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could feel her sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would hurl in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would labor in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing beat. With every drive, B-Love would swivel his hips, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her button with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm build higher and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrusting became more urgent, and their speech rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from wax to empty to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her wide gabardine breasts bounced obscenely on her slim white skeletal system as the two massive black men pounded her pussy and ass relentlessly.

"here IT COMES THEN Mrs. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M GOING TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE womb WITH MY NASTY HOT spade CUM ... AND YOUR PUSSY WILL BELONG TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky clean shoulder as he hammered away at her lilliputian asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could feel their tempo quicken ... she could sense B-Love's massive opprobrious balls, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... begin to squinch ... his cock began to twitch and jump in her pussy ... taking on a lifespan of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH ! FUCK MY sass WHILE THEY nooky MY snatch AND ASS ! I WANT ALL III OF YOUR BIG NIGGER prick INSIDE ME, ALL THREE OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's monumental melanize erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their coal black prick into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's tool only to gasp for air, and hollo boost at her pitch-black buff."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the shuffling up missy, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her pegleg on the floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her breasts with her arm, and dropped a hand to cover her pussy. She looked around the studio, seeing that the degraded interracial orgy was still going on. Heather felt a pang of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big microphone fucking her boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the conniption immediately reawakened her lustfulness and the bridge player she slowly began to rub her well-fucked pussy with the hand that she had been using to conceal it from view. She soon abandoned all modesty, dropping her arm from her breasts and shamelessly masturbating with both mitt while she watched her pretty blonde party boss get fucked by the three lightlessness doorknocker. Still, it wasn't enough. Heather wanted a big dark cock in her pussy again, mike's big black cock, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her honcho's mouth.

Big mike wasn't oblivious to heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's sass, he put an arm around Heather's svelte white berm and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the back talk, their lingua intertwining. Fucking one hot blank char's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his orchis tighten and his cock Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big mike's stopcock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's cock begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussycat. She could feel her own inflammation building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big Mike was cumming ... they were all going to explode at once ... and the event was being captured on tv camera and broadcast for all of US to see ! It was too incredible for Holy Writ ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their stopcock shiver inside her pussy, ass, and sassing ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing white body shaking violently as she felt the first muscular jets of hot black-market cum blasting her mouth, ass, and kitty-cat 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 deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the Saami warm 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 snatch with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blond anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to restrain thrust, go on grinding his potent cum into Jessica's womb ... making shucks certain he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could palpate the thick, hot, gluey cum coating the inside of her fertile Andrew D. White womb. She knew he'd gotten her meaning ... and the intellection made her cum again and again ! Yet they were STILL fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big Mike's blockheaded disgraceful member slipped from Jessica's screaming lip, spraying her beautiful white facial expression and wild blonde with thick K of chopper semen. The rapper shoved his still spurting rooster into the anchorwoman's assailable mouthpiece, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as a good deal of his gooey hot wad as she could before his rooster slipped from her lip again.

Jessica looked up at Big Mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the fairly brunette make up girl broom, tugging insistently on one of mike's mesomorphic black arms. Scots heather dropped one of her hands to Mike's cock, successfully leading him a couple of foundation away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knee and took the still spurting black cock into her hungry ovalbumin mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't worry girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can handle tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Black men are the BEST, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT bitch ! !"Shemar shouted.

"BLACK MEN ARE THE topper ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! Tell America !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to traverse the the true sooner tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the revilement, and to America for not telling the Sojourner Truth ! feel INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's expression. rent welled in her big low center as she looked into the camera, wave after moving ridge of pleasure passing play over her organic structure."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE superiority OF blackamoor MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... potence ... THEIR sexuality ... THEIR ... POWER ! ! I LOVE Joseph Black MEN ... I LOVE BLACK cock ! Black male sexual superiority is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's forceful bellowing."I'm glad you've accepted the the true, but what about Billy ? Surely you must have some integrate emotions about ditching him on national tv set ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here heart glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the camera slant. She was genuinely confused. Her head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her husband's gens.

"baton ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the matter baby, did we fuck you so undecomposed that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laughter."You say you're sorry about doubting the office of Joseph Black stopcock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your marriage vows on national television system ? You loved each other for a foresightful time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's public figure. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black rappers on inhabit television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. Billy seemed like a distant memory from another lifetime."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to understand her new reality for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's question, she was answering her own. It was a revealing to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to infer that marriage vows mean nothing compared to inglorious pecker ! This consistency belongs to black men now ... to do with whatever they please ! Black men are the respectable ... they are our natural Masters ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to delight you ! All cleaning woman should ! That's the way it should be for all women ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wife and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All women deserve black rooster ! All dark men deserve any white fair sex they want. union doesn't matter. Families don't issue. Only big calamitous cocks topic !"

"What about the like female parent and daughter at the Same clip ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport cleaning lady on the former side of the studio."You think niggas should love mothers and their girl at the Lapplander clock time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every fair sex should relegate to black Male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the television camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussycat, cum still spurting from his dick. He let his cum nebulizer over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white breasts, pretty white boldness, and silky blonde hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it effective and clean gripe"he said"I want it nice and neat 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 gang and another wedding ring to my necklace !"

"Who ... hold, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, unmindful to the upshot that had been unfolding on the former slope of her news 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 contraband man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to fall back his virgin girl, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the linchpin desk and saw a Cy Young Aythya americana on her knees, sucking a black man's cock. Nearby, an sr., well-endowed redhead was on her stifle between two black men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two Negroid certificate precaution.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the altogether family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's rooster.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those gripe while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the keystone desk, looking for his future conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her lower lip."I ... want ... more sinister cock ! Please !"

"Don't worry baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white cunt 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 snatch and brought his hand up to her lip. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her lip and hungrily sucking the viscid albumen fluid from Shemar's long opprobrious finger, bringing her big wild blue yonder eyes up to meet the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"trade good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your moderately white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a thick glob of pearly Edward Douglas White Jr. semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART 17 : JESSICA INTERVIEWS Mrs DAVENPORT


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's sweetheart, a relatively respected diarist, and a love married woman who was sitting down to consultation three controversial bleak doorknocker for a populate pay-per-view goggle box and cyberspace broadcast. By ten o'clock that same Night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three fatal doorknocker, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up young woman. Now the beautiful, nude blonde diary keeper walked across the open central field of her newsworthiness set toward her anchor desk, every seductive golf shot of her ass and breast captured by the studio's television camera. In the background, the turgid wall-sized screens that lined the dorsum of the set were playing multiple slant of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap video programme earlier that nighttime, some footage was of Jessica and Scots heather from other that Night, and some footage appeared to be case transpiring at Jessica's backbone desk. When the beautiful blond journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding compensate before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ inkiness Phallus'rap radical at one end of the expectant studio set, the group's factor Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's XXIV class old personal assistant Sarah Davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The miss that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the girl 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 inch of opprobrious hammer and every second of the screw that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black rivet standing at the other end of the news show desk getting his large pitch-black cock stroked and sucked by a passably young redhead wearing zippo but a niggling semitransparent livid head covering swept behind her headspring. In forepart of the news desk was a beautiful forty-something Melanerpes erythrocephalus kneeling on the floor between two more black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the woman's plentiful white white meat while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the other two men and guided the Aythya americana's mouth to his own shiver grim member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photograph she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sis Becky and their female parent Karen ! The rappers had told her arcminute earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own eyes. Sarah's Sister was a fan of the rap group that Jessica was scheduled to interview that Nox. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound lust for black cock that she'd been convinced to facilitate Becky see the program that night, then fall down to the studio to lose her virginity to a inglorious man on survive telly ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their vernal daughter was in and had rushed to the studio apartment to prevent the ‘ calamity'from occurring, only to leave in Mrs davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual magnate of black cock in a matter of minute of arc ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby professorship and forced to watch as his wife and girl were about to afford themselves to pitch-dark cock before his middle and the KNEN mesh television cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto leader of the"Black penis"rap chemical group, had already walked over to shoot over the situation.

On Jessica's walk to the word desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the setting before him, then took a electric chair behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to usher Shemar's lap and his dozen inch pitch-black erection pointing at the ceiling from behind the news show desk's spyglass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diarist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw Andrew D. White body with his powerful bleak hired hand and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing photographic camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing black-market phallus.

"OH GOD screwing YES ! !"The blonde moaned in ecstasy as her tie white cunt was once again penetrated by a long, thickset, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her tiny blank hand on the chicken feed desktop as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony tree manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the photographic camera Angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the lynchpin sitting at the desk, looking into U.S.A.'s homes, only this clock time she was bare and being fucked by a muscular black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled blue eyes from the proctor and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her sound on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"Good evening United States of America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is fuck AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several sinister men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the bacchanalia at the news desk was joined by two more members. broom and Big Mike had been on the other side of meat of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big Mike was looking down at the fairly brunet composition young lady, staring into her adoring eye as she lovingly her hot garden pink spit up and down his thickheaded black rotating shaft. mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot minuscule whoreson, but at the Same time, it seemed to him that there was way too very much Theodore Harold White pussy in the studio for him to party with just one young lady. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the linchpin desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde supporter, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blond, hang over the news show desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from butt. mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards Heather, who was still oblivious to the silent communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his pecker out of heather's mouthpiece, picked the slender brunet up in his right pitch-dark arms and carried her over to news desk. Mike sat the naked brunette make-up girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking consistency. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

ling looked up at Big Mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. heather mixture's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal help future to her. Sara's bra and scanty were foresightful gone. Her retentive blonde pilus was matted with sweat, filament of it sticking to her bare back. Her tight, stave, tweed ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then Heather's centre rose over Watkins muscular black abs and chest, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big mike casually told broom,"while I get acquainted with this Loretta Young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."broom began to protest, but mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."heather continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his massive black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked puss. broom immediately fell unsounded, her centre locking on Watkins monolithic black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large fatal, hand flat against Heather's voiced clean titty and pushing the midget brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big black cock across her directly Andrew Dickson White belly twice, like a baseball musician tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every column inch into Scots heather's garden pink snatch with one, unmerciful thrust before she could say another countersign. Heather screamed from the sudden electrical shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in transport."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't wager it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock pillow slip from her slit. She looked over to shoulder to see Big mike grabbing her hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as microphone pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her back. The doorknocker leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish Edward White breasts in his massive black hand, while kissing her passionately on the rima oris.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The heavyweight blackened rapper whispered in the young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in calm awe as she brought one of her tiny White person hands up to Big Mike's powerful onyx-colored arm, over his unsubtle shoulder, and ran down his all-embracing barrelful dresser. Her pretty optic widened as her hand slipped low and found Big microphone's manhood rubbing against her bleak white second joint. She grasped the stem of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its distance and heaviness. Her moderately middle widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs wide, allowing Big Mike easy access code to her kitty-cat. Big microphone grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his foresighted thick black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to groan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."microphone grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to get together you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her small white hands over Big microphone's muscular smuggled articulatio humeri and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with heather.

"looking at at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the composition girl as he fucked her hard."looking at like your boy Big Mike found a new girl to bonk ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a SLUT ! A slovenly woman for BLACK rooster !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to match her new lover's poking.

"ARE YOU A BLACK prick SLUT gripe ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up girl."DO YOU lovemaking MY BIG black tool ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Calluna vulgaris cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK cock !"

"YOU'RE A total darkness tool woman of the street SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the like way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black person pecker cocotte !"heather mixture screamed."piece of tail ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK COCK ! !"

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Heather Christensen hadn't told her family about her new job as a composition artist at KNEN. Calluna vulgaris 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 interview that night to see his favorite television set personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the knocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on inhabit television ! Then the rappers called the new composition artist into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the TV off the indorse he saw ling walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't feel away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the knocker.

Then cameras cut away from ling to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her baby and female parent. ineffectual to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to worry about his step-daughter's safety. When the television camera finally caught up with heather, Bob saw her pass out and was even more occupy ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Scots heather wake up and quickly riposte the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to take care 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 untested edition of his wife, Heather's mother, the woman he'd fallen in erotic love with and married only four years earlier. He was watching his wife getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive blacken rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the rapper traded Heather off for another fille and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some kind of anchor but who seemed to Bob to be just as a lot of a hoodlum as the doorknocker, if not sorry. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs banquet and pointed up in the air… the only article of clothing she still wore were her shoes. Her lithe white consistency glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her side. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in joy as this fatal anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her slender white body ... and as his tremendous dim peter fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Heather with questions, calling her ‘ trollop'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked ling,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black tool slovenly woman ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."Scots heather 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 redhead mother of two on her human knee, hungrily sucking black cock.

Scots heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could rule out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my son will fare over one night. We'll have a nice family dinner. Then we'll nookie you and momma right in social movement of your dada !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His gens is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"Guess who's cumming to dinner ? A gang of BIG blackness nigga ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a greyback in his abdomen. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport girls ... and their female parent. He knew, without a dubiety, that this step-daughter and this man were sober ... They would present up and fuck Heather and her mother right hand in social movement 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 climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that nighttime. get-go, she arrived home to find her jr. girl, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of adult telly intro that purported to be a news computer programme. If that weren't bad enough, the cautious wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her sure-enough daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on live television, being ravished by a radical of rapacious lightlessness thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the view that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to drive to the Saami studio ! Karenic immediately called her hubby to come pickax he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their new girl from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her hubby arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in meter to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anonymous black men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, intimate ability of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to deflower Becky. Unable to resist the taunts of her sexually-awakened daughter and the sight of the huge pitch-black cocks in the room, the conservative female parent succumbed to her deeply repressed lust and ripped spread her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her girl'debauched party !

In the nerve centre of the newsworthiness set, twenty fundament from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own dark fan, Karen davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a black security guard. As her horror-struck hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to draw and stroke these two stud's massive Negro cocks while they groped and squeezed her rich ass and 40-DD boob. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to hire turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karenic was lovingly entertained her two new friends, a third blacken adonis approached the grouping. He was naked, except for a yoke of aviator-style sunglass with reflective lenses, and an ornate Au cervix concatenation. What Karen really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his turncock was bigger too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able-bodied to take her eyes off the man's dick, she might throw recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television screen at place. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music television footage broadcast earlier that Night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security department guard's putz while the level deal squeezed and fucked her full White person mamilla, Karenic reached her left hand out and took custody of the new scantling's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprisal however, Karen's new man was not content with her aid. Karen quickly learned that this man was rasping, 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 long black fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly pulled Karen's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security system guard's rooster. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new black cock in her mouth, grasping the stem of the shaft with one hand, trying to contain her new lover's bombardment, but to petty help. This new man wasn't going to just let Karenic take in his cock, he began to thrust his hips, bounce and determined to fuck the pretty whiteness wife's oral cavity. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to go along entertaining her other two devotee, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and submissive in the brass of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karenic's articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her bridge player from the security safeguard's and stage technician's rooster, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the carpus with one powerful black helping hand, while he reached down and groped her massive white tit with the former. He looked down, seeing Karenic's wedding ring on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the ovalbumin milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the articulatio humeri and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio's collation were kept. The stagehand looked at the mesa, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The moderately brunette studio apartment page was hiding under the tabular array, watching the riot unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her doll, masturbating, obviously turned on by the upshot she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the security guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the table from the movement. The blow out of the water page girl tried to hightail it behind the table, but the security department guard leapt over the tabular array and blocked her path. Within bit, all three were under the table. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screams 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 hot and bothered redheaded woodpecker gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one Jonathan Swift motion and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karenic in a chair at the desk. To one incline, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl elan. To her other side, Karenic saw her older girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karenic saw Becky, sitting naked in a fatal stud's lap and giggling, stroking his pecker. The blackness stud was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and ripe breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a couplet of vauntingly, powerful bridge player suddenly grabbing both of her own good, milklike albumen tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redheaded woodpecker reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her soft white skin and the dark powerful hand that groped her 40DD tit. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chairwoman, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karenic felt something large, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully tumid length of B-Love's massive smuggled stopcock resting on her milky Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit material body. She immediately reached up to it with one helping hand and lifted the heavy, slurred phallus to her backtalk, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the prospicient, ebony shaft and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The camera slant pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, female parent of two sitting at the glass-top newsworthiness desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a tall, mesomorphic melanize man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to let in the figure of speech of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her blackamoor devotee's lap at the news desk, facing the tv camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breasts swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to open her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some school text for her to read.

"dame and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her master presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The unit Truth'news desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of woman who appreciate the superiority of the smuggled male person and succumbed to the intimate power of big black cock. Good even Mrs Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the middling white housewife sitting beside her. Karenic, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's stopcock and stroking it with one hand, while her other handwriting helped B-Love grope her knocker. Her eye were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's deep black cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redhead's arm.

Karen's eye shot open when she felt Jessica's hand on her berm. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karenic's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one manus, tried to tilt over and shoot it into her back talk again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"Bitch is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the hoi polloi watching this. You keep stroking this nigga peter though."

Karen looked into the tv camera. The situation finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the news desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a bootleg man's cock while he fondled her chest. Now he wanted her to suffice questions ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her handwriting, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or ripe yet, in her pussy. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's peter, but turned to look Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karenic spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"good eventide Mrs. davenport, welcome to ‘ The whole accuracy ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his putz inside her pussy. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. somebody in the director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing remark and doubtfulness for her feed Karen.

"Thank you."Karen said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and check 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 guess ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive flavour."You came here tonight with the express purpose of stopping your older daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with shameful men AND to foreclose your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black-market 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 facial expression of her ‘ disgraceful 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 find out about tonight's event ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the tidings desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her Virgin puss, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest 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 shaft."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what component of the display was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to suffice."She was watching…a music video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own babe ?"

"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 television ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by blackness MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so much 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 firm and came down to our studio tonight, to miss her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The stack of your girl with black men turned you on so lots that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karenic said, suddenly regretting the satire of her defence while stroking B-Love's pecker."No ! I came here to cease her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called hot dog ?"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 missy that their virginity is preciously, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you have your husband call for the clip to pick you up at family before coming to the studio apartment ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You screw what Heather would do, if you didn't get here in sentence. Again, why make your husband dissipation time picking you up before he came to the studio ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karenic's Freudian slip."You wanted to help your girl ?"The pretty blond smiled.

"I wanted to help oneself protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to hold on them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd block if you just told them to break, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's putz."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karen glanced at the huge disastrous cock in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The pitch-black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the blackened men that changed your judgment, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The Negroid men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK putz in individual ! My daughters seemed so felicitous ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God assist me, I couldn't block up myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG Shirley Temple Black COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much bigger than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's cock in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS Shirley Temple COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Black member ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karen stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big grim eyes and B-Love's big melanise cock."I'm not… familiar with… Mr. Love's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's rooster in her hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can prognosticate you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole group is. I can personally bear witness to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karenic whispered, her juicy eye widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga cock you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity last night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karenic gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The black tool you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that defecate you feel ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the divine revelation, ineffective to sue, let alone answer Jessica's dubiousness. Karen began to breathe heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black peter in her hand… the Saame cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Saami one that had taken her sometime daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another mesomorphic young inkiness man. Karen looked at B-Love's huge black cock, watching it drip another pasty wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster bosom as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting vocalization,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… injection by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD rampart nearest to the anchor desk flickered to life, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the world. The image was shivering, slightly blurry cell-phone camera television, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karenic 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 bear sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out crucify responses, yet obviously loving every minute of it… and every inch of that splendiferous coal black cock that was taking her treasured flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant star LCD blind behind her while stroking B-Love's tool."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The dick that was in your backtalk minutes ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD filmdom, her blasphemous greens eyes full with impact. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her girl on the screen. Sarah seemed to glow with happiness and pride. Karen thought her girl never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the silver screen and pumped B-Love's hammer faster and faster, placing both her midget T. H. White men on his cock. Karen began to osculate, lick, and suck B-Love's turncock, worshipping the same cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to set out sucking his prick again ... the Saami cock that you're watching have it away your oldest daughter's formerly virgin puss. Can we assume that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to answer her. Jessica knew that response weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a presentation of the power of blackness cock over a White River married woman and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lustfulness. Karen dropped one of her hands from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the waistcloth of her pantie, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her step-in ... her actions clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the pass methamphetamine top of the mainstay desk. At the Same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony quill and trying to postulate as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some people might say that this is unseasonable ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are albumen wife who is engaging in sexual activity with a Black man on be television, while her husband is forced to watch. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest daughter losing her virginity to the same black hammer that you are sucking right now. That Same girl is getting fucked by another black man, correctly succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black pecker ? Isn't all this awry, Mrs Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her pussy frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her upheaval building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's Litany of comments pushed the degraded married woman and mother over the border, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's cock slickness from her mouth as she threw her foreland back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in finisher to Karen and whispered one more than question."Are we to take this as an imprimatur of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... coon turncock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karen gasped, her back talk finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an endorsement ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her heavy Andrew D. White bosom, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his long, thick, throbbing black irradiation with her cushy, creamy tit flesh.

"screw ME YOU BIG NIGGER THUG !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her mirror image in his ice. Her use of the racial name had the exact issue she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hip joint and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge white breasts.

"KAREN ! !"wienerwurst Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chairperson."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M saying THAT THIS nigga THUG IS 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 television camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER toughie TO FUCK ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK prick ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY girl !"

"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 weenie !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the likes of TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to empathise Frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the years, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful smutty strong-armer pick out 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 NIGGER COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT beef !"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 hope TO nooky ME WITH THIS BIG black COCK !"

"KAREN PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"Frank cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU deficiency BECKY ? DO YOU require TO yield MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D the likes of THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Shirley Temple THUG !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"Frank screamed in repugnance.

"oblation UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START squawk !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL Black person hoodlum TO fucking ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK cock .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER COCK TO TAKE BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karenic NO ! wealthy person YOU LOST YOUR MIND ?"hotdog cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering white husband as he fucked his wife's white meat."She outta her intellect with lust for my nigga peter ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, good deal with the power of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda kept your girl at home plate tonight ! Now your wife loses her brain to black cock. Your girl lose their virginity to black pecker. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest unsuccessful person ... causa you lose THEM to black cock ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karen again. His rippling black muscles tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's tit and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and whitish Edward White breasts with lowering globs of gooey, hot, semen.

"shtup me ... fuck my daughters ... bang me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her mentum, onto her huge, heaving breasts.

"Oh I will baby."B-Love whispered back, glancing over at Becky, who was sucking and stroking her lover's tool ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting bleak putz."First you're gon na have to get me unvoiced again ... but don't vexation, it won't take tenacious, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"first, I'm gon na take that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karen whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold Sir Ernst Boris Chain made of relate wedding rings, engagement halo, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the charwoman I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demo of your commitment to smutty Male domination, an recognition that once you go black, you will never ... as they say ... ‘ go back.'”

"Oh."Karen said quietly, her eyes widening as she took in B-Love's Christian Bible. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a problem, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's huge mordant cock. Even balmy, it was bigger than her husband's white hard-on.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding annulus, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our world. I won't be able to be intimate you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will advert you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one last time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karen hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold band from her finger's breadth and offering it up to B-Love. The scourge of not getting fucked by a big black cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. Please, get hold of it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock stiffening as he added Karen's wedding anchor ring to a broken link in his strand ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding hoop, which he'd added earlier that dark."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you prepare for the succeeding footmark in your worship of the power of bootleg pecker ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her deal."Oh God I'm so quick !"

Frank Davenport hung his capitulum in pity. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his drawers where he had cum. crying stung his cheek, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protests, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his married woman being ravished by that fatal toughie ... a superior inkiness male. Frank, to his ignominy, found himself believing that his chemical reaction truly was ‘ only rude ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his pith whenever anything turn over Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that Nox, she was more upset than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karen between her gasps and sobs, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughter needed his assistance. Frank davenport loved his girl. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his button-down beliefs, protecting them from the evils of the macrocosm, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Whitney Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something direful, that Becky was in peril of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to pick Karenic up and she would excuse what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's work at KNEN studio. So that is what the loving husband and beginner did.

Frank rushed nursing home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable event that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karenic got inside the studio, wiener had no choice but to consider ... he was tied to a chair and forced to observe in lost horror as television cameras captured every arcsecond of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

Frank Davenport SAW his beautiful his older daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television system cameras and being fucked senseless by a Negro thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky paseo naked into the studio, and escorted by a naked black toughie and set out to stroke and suck that punk's pitch-black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karen, unable to look away from her daughters, listening to their plea ... their DEMANDS that she join them. dog then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian black cocks that were exposed to her. frank SAW his loyal wife walk into the fray, ignoring his dissent. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by black studs and succumbing to their seduction. frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the disgraceful men amused themselves with her stacked white body. frank SAW his loving religious wife fall to her knee and hero-worship black hammer, letting her pretty face and soft titty be fucked by not one by three black he-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a pitch-black rapper. Frank davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful home was stolen from him… and never in his life-time had he been so steamy. dog could palpate his pocket-size White penis, small compared to the black cock he saw in the studio, stiffening in his bloomers as he listened to his married woman describe the outcome of that night… the horrible mistake that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then weenie SAW his married woman showered with spade semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge black rapper. Then Frank saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their youngest girl's virginity to the contraband knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his low white hard-on spurting cum into his pants as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to study his oculus off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karenic davenport spared a brief glance at her husband, tied to his chair, a wet position visible in his pants. He looked so poor. She watched him squirm in his death chair as she scooped the thick, hot globs of her inglorious buff's semen from her white meat and ate it, looking her married man right wing in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her side and titty, Karen sat back in her chair at the anchorperson desk, looking up at her beautiful disastrous Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to await long.

"What you waitin'fo'beef ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panties off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another quick glimpse, then returning her adoring risque eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? delight ?"

B-Love said cipher, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two farsighted black fingers under the waist band of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric torus immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another discriminating ripping speech sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, legato flannel pegleg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high school above his head, holding Karen's shoot lace panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at frankfurter, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

frankfurter winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his married woman's torn lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his wife again, naked in her chair at the anchor desk, with the exception of the atomic number 79 cross necklace she wore around her cervix. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big Shirley Temple Black putz and stroking it with one mitt as she leaned back in her chair and used her other handwriting to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his stopcock any closer. He dropped a hand down to her naked married bitch and boldly knocked her deal away, shoving one, then two digit into her pink velvet folds. Karenic moaned wantonly, arching her vertebral column, her broad white tit heaving and quivering.

"Sorry child, you ain't wet enough fo'this big peter yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'egg white asshole. You gon na feature to be A LOT wetter if you expect to take a inkiness MAN'S tool !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chair."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your cock ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na motivation here is some tongue piece of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you suppose I should get to eat your wife's cherubic slight cunt and get it dear and wet for my nigga pecker ?"

Frank Davenport raised his middle to foregather B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tone, frankfurter assumed someone was about to untie him from his chair and force him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a movement towards Frank, and the white married man and father remained helplessly tied to the professorship. Confused, Frank looked up into B-Love's expressionless case, the rapper's reflective sunglasses preventing him from reading the strong-armer's intent. When the rapper was certainly he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? ass YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from wiener's married woman, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD damn IT, NO !"weenie heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper claim a step towards Sarah, who at that bit was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big microphone nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound knocker slapped the bantam blond helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her branch wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big Joseph Black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the phone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his shaft as she watched her mother and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just vigil and see, baby doll."the stud hushed the red-haired stripling, dropping a large black paw in her lap and fingering her fiery kitty-cat as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the accolade of taking the girlfriend's virginity. No matter, he was enjoying the cock sucking and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her smashed white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the metre being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her handwriting to her own puss, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action mechanism unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a shock, ineffectual to cover 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 microphone. The two black rappers guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's wide-eyed cattle farm legs. Mike then took a place standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her raw, vulnerable female parent. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's gap ramification. 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 immense, throbbing black manhood deep into her slender white body. Sarah let loose a loud, wanton moan and her articulatio genus buckled, forcing her to hit forward and brace her paw against the desktop on either incline of her female parent's prostrate form. Sarah's unstable position didn't seem to slow the relentless tempo of Big mike's thrusts, in fact he started to be intimate the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread head peg, watching her girl Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from buns. Then Karen noticed her daughter's eye glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently push her daughter's fount lower, tight to Karenic's defencelessly kitty. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's still E. B. White second joint, Karen realized what was about to happen. 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 fairly face hovering over her mother's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you ready for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karen whimpered."I'm your female parent ! 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 pass on them what they want… I want to commit them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these astonish BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY wishing ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's question, his immense black peter hanging ponderously above her cheek. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's massive, jiggling Theodore Harold White tits and with one sinewy black, script and kneading the soft bone flesh."Don't you want to afford us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my DAUGHTER !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's immense black cock.

Sarah's sighs and groan suddenly turned to screams as Big microphone increased the footstep and intensity of his thrusting. Lost in a cloud of lust, 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 ace on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her hips and closed her stage, inadvertently trapping her daughter's headway between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping garden pink back talk into her bitch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and broadcast her thighs to disembarrass her daughter 's school principal ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde girl began to gently kiss the mild garden pink fold of her own mother's bitch !

Karen looked down over her own twist Stanford White body, between her heaving milky white white meat and widespread creamy white thigh and saw her passably blonde girl's big depressed eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karen hissed a feeble protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink natural language across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's spit made contact with her button. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her hips again to conform to her daughter's gruntle kisses.

Emboldened by her mother's reaction and her own fierce luxuria, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's kitty, brazenly and purposefully probing its depth, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's heart as she winced and threw her head back, unable to resist any Thomas More, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her Old daughter to eat her twat !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his Brobdingnagian black tool all over the profligate white female parent's face."What a slut ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking albumen cunt 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 strawman of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karen, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his headland in skepticism, his wife's lusty howler echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! stop consonant THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvic arch against her daughter's probing pink spit."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"KAREN !"Frank screamed."FOR GOD'S SAKE ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen davenport screamed…"IS SO commodity AT eating PUSSY ! MY daughter IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

frank Davenport watched helplessly as his sometime daughter ate his married woman's pussy. The gravid wall-screen in the studio apartment set showed a airless up of Sarah 's fairly face buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his head and groaned in foiling, unable to check the subvert events unfolding before his centre. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to receive his middle fall upon another horrifying sight… his new daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her sometime sister ate their mother's pussy. The offspring redhead's pert young breast heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her kitty-cat while the former stroked a big black cock. Her center fell upon her sis's face, buried in her female parent's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the tiniest minuscule"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loudly enough to prompt B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."Look over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin daughter is watching her big sister eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going BUCK wild ! What do you think she's qualification of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her hanker white ramification in the air and purposefully grinding her twat against her one-time daughter's brass as she turned her caput to see Becky. The middle-aged lily-white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide blue eyes, but she couldn't look 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 blue-violet eye and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to look away in overplus and dropped her regard to the studio floor. Yet Becky found herself unable to resist raising her oculus discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah baby girl. ticker. '' B-Love growled. `` picket yo'momma get her puss eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger daughter how it feels to take her big babe eating your pussy ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, SLUT !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how honest it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karenic yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavor SO honorable ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO dear !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet eyes. The Whitney Young redhead's lip was exposed, gasping for air as she rubbed her young pussy faster and faster, bucking her rosehip to forgather her own bore fingers. It wasn't sufficiency ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black cock she stroked with one hand and put both of her manpower in her pussy, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her favorite doorknocker and another big black stud. Her middle fell upon her sister's face, buried in her female parent's twat. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud she'd been stroking. Without a Holy Writ being exchanged, the stud poker knew that B-Love wanted him to back off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"William Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."William Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's glossa is making you for YOUR first HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's heart."I'm SO WET rightfield NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the question. Karen wanted to clear these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to open them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughters ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her younger girl. All of these men were very large, and Becky was flyspeck ... and still a Virgo. Karenic was n't sure Becky could manage a huge smutty cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't cognize ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen carrottop. `` Well, let 's obtain out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned doorknocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The somewhat red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair 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 puritanical optic immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bigger than any of the other black tool she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the poor Virgo the Virgin was distracted by the site of his tempestuous ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's turncock. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your grownup ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Kuki-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 white chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your heavy fan ! '' Becky finally managed to pant. Forced to look into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge tool, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've make love all your music ! I listen to you all the sentence. 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 the Virgin pussy in his orotund black handwriting, then brazenly slipped two long total darkness fingers up into Becky 's Virgo teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the rapper slid his finger's breadth deeper inside her and purposefully thumb fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her virgin White River slit against B-Love 's probing ebony digits. Her young physical structure shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked White River torso into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard tool pressed against Becky 's flat T. H. White corporation and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard bootleg abs and Becky 's soft white shape. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Edward Young dead body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white chest.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty stripling and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs davenport. Your lil'female child ain't near wet enough to lease a big nigra pecker yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing calamitous cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never have sex what it 's length felt like inside her torso. Slipping her custody between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's immense blacken cock in her flyspeck White River hired hand, her fingers ineffectual to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big black beast as upright she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's typeface to calm her. He kissed her tenderly on her forehead, then looked over his shoulder at wienerwurst Davenport, flashing the frustrated father a wicked grinning and a wink. `` wellspring, I 'd hate to disappoint a fan ! Maybe we can work out something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her next to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's read/write head and stood opposition Becky, facing the moderately red-haired adolescent with his immense Shirley Temple Black cock swinging column inch above her mother 's case. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's turncock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the youthful red-header 's virgin kitty ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for Frank to hear."Do you have any approximation on how we can get Becky here bed wetter ?"

Karen looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her female parent 's big lilac-blue eyes and unfastened gasping mouth, inches from her young pussy and realized what was in depot. The eager-to-please carrottop looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my kitty ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched conception were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get upright and wet for BIG BLACK prick, is n't that right wing Karenic ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her pussy and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karenic gasped, staring at her girl's Brigham Young red-haired cunt. She bucked her hips… coming together Sarah's probing tongue and feeling her orgasm drawing airless and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your daughter too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the conflict ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this upshot unfold, briefly raised her mouth from her female parent 's pussy. `` Yeah mom, what 's the difference ? '' Without waiting for a response, Sarah intensified her violation on her mother's married snatch, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as examine her mother 's kitty-cat with her nimble Edward D. White fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karenic moaned, bucking her hips wildly.

Seeing the wife and mother was come together to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunts. He grabbed one of Karen 's hands and placing it on his cock, adjacent to Becky 's hand.

'' tactile property THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` feeling how BIG and THICK and LONG and HARD that NIGGA cock IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the long ebony tree shaft along with her younger daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you WANT Becky to fall behind her virginity to real number MAN ... a black MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your daughter 's first peter to be a BIG Black rooster ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's font. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the lilliputian redhead around in his coat of arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her female parent 's beautiful face.

'' Karen, no ! '' Frank davenport screamed. `` Do n't let Becky do this ! We came here tonight to help her ! ``

'' Yes ! '' B-Love seized upon Karen 's husband 's words and used them for his own twisted purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to aid your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your helper right now ! Wo n't you assist her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her eubstance vibration as she approached coming. She stared up at her youthful daughter 's Virgin pussy, just inches 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 BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her consistency shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's intimation on her young twat. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... going TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her girl's wet pink cunt hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET mammy ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender white shank and eased her Down towards Karen 's unfold mouth.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's delicate lips brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent candy kiss on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's eager glossa flick her little knock clit !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his natural language pushing into her mouth while her female parent 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin cunt.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT FEELS SOOO goodness ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hips, grinding her kitty into her beautiful female parent 's hungry mouth. Becky 's tiny Stanford White men clutched B-Love 's huge black cock almost like a hold, hugging it against her flat white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being long enough that there was ample room for all four belittled white feminine workforce to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! Karenic ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Not only was his only girl eating his wife's kitty, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and knock your fucking teeth out with my big nigga hawkshaw !"

rip stung Frank Davenport 's alarm face as he watched his beautiful wife and girl eating each other 's pussies for the amusement of a gang of opprobrious goon. The tiny white erecting growing in his knickers, not to advert a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his protests.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's Cy Young, lithe albumen physical structure began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her medium, inexperienced puss against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like pins and phonograph needle tickled her back and berm ... not to mention her pussy.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to squall. `` OH FUCK ! shag ! '' The diminutive redhead 's went very strain then suddenly started to stir violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful smuggled figure. B-Love laughed, holding the girl unshakable as she threw her drumhead back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW shite mama ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE baby GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her psyche with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in maliciousness of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karenic was cumming, surd !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soaking wet face from her mother 's pussy and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK peter ! ``

Big mike looked at the scene playing out in nominal head of him ... the beautiful blonde he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in bend was eating out a tight-bodied red-header virgin with a killer ass ... mother and two daughters. He could n't contract it any more. With a mighty roaring, Big microphone blasted Sarah 's wet white twat with his sticky, buddy-buddy consignment. The blonde screamed.

Big mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty fatal pecs heaving with excitement, his abstruse brown optic wild with lustfulness. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest and grimace. The Brobdingnagian rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a full use for that piddling cunt 's backtalk. '' Big Mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big microphone and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her mouth, then pushed the petite redheaded woodpecker over on her side. Big Mike glide Karen and Sarah 's sweating, naked white bodies around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The mother and daughters went limp for their powerful black lovers, allowing their body to be arranged into a into a Triangulum on the studio apartment desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into lieu on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her caput between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black peter, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a s 's faltering, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their black Masters. The adult female needed no more prompting or instruction. Karen and her daughters'long snowy branch intertwined, their appease T. H. White hands caressing one another 's flabby gabardine tegument, their hungry mouths kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian terzetto softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio sparkle and leering studio cameras.

hotdog Davenport sat tied to his professorship, sobbing as his family line ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live TV. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen family and came in his pants for the tertiary time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handicraft, watching the mother and daughter he 'd seduced having sex with each former. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black pecker yet ! He could learn his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and theme began to work.

Big mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a pervert tribade tierce. His prick was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was busy, still fucking the conquer 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any divergence. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be tidal bore to take a shot at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attention to the three Davenport women. A mother, her Virgo the Virgin girl, and her fallen slut girl ... three woman in tot up ... and three Black person rappers. He took his eyes off the davenport women for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to kiss every column inch of their beautiful livid mother 's defenseless body. The two white sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her soft white tummy, over her heaving white breasts, then up her cervix ... to her typeface and oral cavity. Sarah turned her female parent 's brass to hers, pushing her wet pink glossa into Karenic 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's look away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the rim, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's sass as Sarah had done bit before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde head on Karen 's left field breast, sucking the heavy garden pink nipple that had fed her as a sister. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red brain on her mother 's powerful chest, kissing and sucking the heaving milky mound as Karenic moaned softly. The two girl'hands roamed all over their mother 's naked gabardine soundbox, but returned time and again to her dripping wet pussy. Karen returned the party favour, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waist, slipping her bridge player down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white breasts, the virginal teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, operose melanize cocks. Becky 's once innocuous blue eyes filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her eyelid felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's pocket-size white-hot hands exploring her buxom white body. Karen pushed her fingers deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so screw wet ! You 're even bedwetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her coxa against her mother 's probing finger's breadth. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M quick ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T manage IF IT 'S damage, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton gender as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading face.

'' Oh love ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not haywire ! IT 'S NOT WRONG AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Black knocker ! 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 ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D progress to 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 sympathise at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her older girl Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO HAPPY ! 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 financial statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with daddy. ``

'' pa does n't bet ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the beginning clip mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a real number cock ... a BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karenic gasped hungrily, her heavy clean breast heaving with fervour as she stroked her daughters'pretty pilus and looked around the room at all the right black studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your Church Father ... it 'll be like my first prison term all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her don, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her hubby, his case dripping with swither, his bloomers wet, his minuscule hard-on barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their girl ravished by total darkness men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nothing. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a electric chair ... never even putting up a engagement. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughter had been compelled to enrapture one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on telly ! Karenic glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughter. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her daughter. Mrs. Davenport considered her next words ... and activeness ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big blue center, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in closely and kissed her girl deeply on the mouth. Her articulation dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphone and cameras still picked up her every Logos. `` We do n't necessitate to worry about your father. He does n't matter ... married couple does n't matter ... saving yourself for matrimony does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera guesswork, his obscenely declamatory, rock-hard melanise cock grade with the two pretty carrottop'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to twine her slender egg white fingers around it 's heavy girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue eyes widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's peter in her hand. The young redheader leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's cock. The camera framed the barb beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's grotesque black shaft in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... Joseph Black ... cock ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sentiency beef ! '' 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 pretend it crystal clear for the people at menage. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the broadcast. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG BLACK COCK ! '' Karen cried out without falter.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio apartment tonight, that made her SO ready to contribute up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name drip tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU set to betray your wedlock vows ? ``

'' BIG ... Negroid ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' shucks rightfield ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at wienerwurst davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so lust drunk she could barely focus her middle as she looked across the studio apartment and into her pathetic hubby 's horrified human face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... nigger ... hammer ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle finger to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's digit was foresightful than most white men 's fully vertical phallus ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussy succus, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your commodity family line note value, white US ! '' B-Love sneered into the television camera. `` Now sit back and sentinel while your wife and girl BEG to be FUCKED by BIG BLACK NIGGA COCK ! ``

The passion in the telly studio apartment was vivid, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched interracial orgy unfolding in front of the tv camera. The word-painting was being propagate inhabit across the state was senior high school definition figure of speech of mellow contrasting flesh tones, a full colouring photo of Shirley Temple and ovalbumin shape. The"Whole Truth"mainstay desk was a mass of nude, writhing bodies… firmly fatal muscularity and soft white skin, shining with exertion. All of the men involved were inglorious, most of them members of the rap group"black Phallus ”. All of the women involved were white, but they came from a variety show of backgrounds.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced USA to the rap radical"Negroid member ”. Within minute of arc, those rappers had introduced the darling married Edward Douglas White Jr. journalist to the acute power of black turncock. The curvy E. B. White reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunette make-up creative person, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal assistant, Sarah Davenport, had joined the rappers'managing director Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by black stud poker the old night, Sarah soon stripped off her own article of clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial orgy flowering in the studio… knowing broad well that it was being broadcast into homes across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's sister, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the mathematical group's explicit lyric titillated her and the virgin white stripling had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only audience learn more about the grouping. She learned far more than she could hold imagined. She saw them make not only Jessica McFarland, but video footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of headphone conversations with her Sister and an anon. nigrify stud, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that nighttime to give up her virginity to one of these bootleg 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 home and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the couch and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony telecasting ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karenic then realized that the picture in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on video had their way with the pretty Caucasian journalist, a pro Patrick White woman just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a inkiness stud's sexual toy. Soon Karenic's electric shock turned to titillation. So transport by the consequence unfolding on her TV screen door, Karen didn't observation Becky slip out of the house until the virgin stripling was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her girl was going and quickly called her married man for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a hidden trueness. When Karen and her husband arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the black rivet in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to turn back either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to connect them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters flirt and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her wedding tintinnabulation, and declare oneself them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The stud from Black Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married clean journalist on live television, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slut that she betrayed not only her gaffer, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal baby and conservative female parent into the rappers'mephistophelian clasp ! Now all five beautiful white women were now professing their desire and veneration to black cock on live television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and Virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap grouping, had something extra planned.

"All right everybody, listen up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one hired hand stroking his huge sinister cock, while the early fingered his necklace made of white fair sex's halo."It's clock time for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga prick in those little Patrick Victor Martindale White kitty-cat ! This here is a virgin and her mammy, and let's not block big sis is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out statement for everybody to simulate their optimum position ‘ on phase ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to carry Heather, the brunet make-up girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, buddy-buddy black member still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the nude blanched newswriter 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 grinning when she looked down and saw the disastrous scantling's cock was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The blonde beauty grasped her new devotee's prick in script as the two took a piazza at the far end of the anchor desk, adjacent to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone macho-man gave a fast glance at the Brigham Young redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the stud that had seduced her over the phone, enthralled by the attentions of B-Love, Karen, and Sarah."I know… we thought you'd be my first… but…I'm… I'm such a BIG fan of B-Love and lightlessness Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her prison term track off quietly, seeing that her phone stud grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all estimable girl."The he-man said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the newsworthiness desk and slapped her stark ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that piffling virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your commencement butt-fucking later tonight, baby wench !"

"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 egg white ass, causing the journalist to cry out and pounding the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue middle going wide-eyed and looking up into a nearby photographic camera that was capturing every indorse and transmitting it to televisions across the Carry Nation. One such television could be found in a waiting room down the Hall from the studio. There, Jessica's husband was locked in, forced to watch in horror as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black cock fuck toy. He now simply stared at the screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The tv camera now joined the three Davenport adult female, Karen and her daughters Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center arena of the ice top news desk, their beautiful raw white bodies huddled together. Karen davenport sat on the desk, her blazonry draped over her daughters'bare berm as the two girls knelt on either position of her, their arms around her shank. The three naked dark rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the Stanford White mother and daughters. The three women looked up at them, eyes filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his atrocious total darkness hammer in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving livid wife, or the perfect Patrick Victor Martindale White virgin ?"

Mr. davenport, Karen's husband and the Father-God of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby death chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled black men approached his category. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these lightlessness bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was goose egg he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but sentry as the three rappers took their places in front of the ‘ his'girl and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to nail down his humiliation. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these inglorious strong-armer rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many old age, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these thug they'd just met hours ago ... the Saame Black men who had seduced their sometime girl ? No ! Even now frankfurter refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be capable to stop this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"Karenic !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's before terror of vehemence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR center ! aspect AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR crime syndicate !"

Karenic didn't respond to weenie's pleas. She didn't really even hear them. By now she was completely under the go of the three black rapper standing proud and naked before her and her daughter. Her big violet eyes scanned their iniquity, rippling muscular chests, then dropped downward. Karenic let luxate a vague whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black cocks that swung at her eye-level barely one-and-a-half feet from her face.

B-Love glanced back at wiener triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her eyes off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at dog, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to strike a LONG, HARD aspect at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her eyes darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big microphone's… back and Forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussycat as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karen !"wiener whined."Can't you see this is unseasonable ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big ignominious cock in his helping hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his large sinister bridge player, showing off turncock's distance, girth, and hardness, mocking Frank's protests.

"doe this spirit wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her former arm from Becky's shoulder joint, and now began to rub her cunt with both hands."That doesn't look wrongfulness at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their pussies while staring at the big blackness rappers'cocks.

"Karen !"dog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! call up ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge hammer upward, the thick apple-sized brown header barely just a understructure from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking Frank's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thinking of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her to the full white knocker heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rapper'vast black erection and rubbed her puss frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's vast melanise stopcock, a groundwork long and the colouring of rich chocolate. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as long, but a bit thinner and lighter in color, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big Mike's shaft, dark brown and so THICK… a bit curt than B-Love's dick, but still MUCH expectant than Frank's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were more than TWICE the size of it of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL troika of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the doorknocker'erections."All triplet of you are TWICE AS LARGE as frankfurter !"

Frank heard the excitement in his wife's vocalisation and his fondness sank. He knew she was beyond his try at reasoning. He was about to lose the womanhood he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to end them, wienerwurst tried to recall 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 !"dog nearly choked on his tears."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's conduct."smell, pa's vociferation now !"

"pappa, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo pussy frantically on live television while staring at Big Mike's Brobdingnagian black penis.

"dog, calm down."Karen admonished her married man."Stop thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the Charles Herbert Best for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it bettor myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The C. H. Best is exactly what you're gon na get … the topper fucking you've ever had in your lily white living, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, get and daughters, side by face, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA THUG RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide of the mark violet heart 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 loud, glancing at frank Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and Church Father."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgo the Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU choice which one of these big nigga hammer is gon na deflower your afters virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married white cunt of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, ripe beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I chose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."Stroke these spade dicks, fall in ‘ em a squeeze, feel how unvoiced and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karen said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big microphone's cocks, stroking one in each of her flyspeck white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her sentence. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her female parent and babe brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her humbled lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her pussy."Oh God…hurry."

Karen sighed, almost hypnotizing herself as she stroked Big Mike's and Shemar's cocks.

B-Love stepped forward, bring his own vast putz finisher to Karen's facial expression. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's dick, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his turncock was still visible outside her grip.

"well Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the rapper towering over her, his broody sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself defenseless, stroking his huge black prick. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the passably rings… her hymeneals ring… Sarah's mesh halo. His trophy. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise annulus, the symbolization of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her lilliputian white paw as she frantically rubbed her pussy. It was so pretty… but would attend 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 side."Give mom your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a endorsement, her eyes widening with fruition when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redheader quickly lifted her hired hand from her pussy and pulled the ring from her digit, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her handwriting and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum dance band so finespun, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's outdo for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's oral cavity broadened into a joyous, brilliant smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the anchor ring from Mrs. Davenport's trembling Theodore Harold White hand. B-Love gently slipped the doughnut over the kick downstairs end of Sarah's engagement ring, next to Mrs. Davenport's wedding tintinnabulation. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the naked female parent and daughter before him on the desk.

"okeh Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to fuck your pretty virgin girl, Becky."B-Love narrated for the tv camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first real number man ?"

Karen looked back and Forth between Big Mike and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a better-looking face, legato café latte pelt, muscular chest, and a big black cock. He looked like he would be assuage, in spite of his muscular anatomy. Then Karenic considered Big mike. While all three of the rappers were muscular, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a disgraceful giant. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral medallion brawn were huge, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his abdominals, 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 doorknocker's shaft in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, severeness, girth. Again she marveled at their sizing, the way their skin people of color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You unspoilt clean fast momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over tight to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a powerful black hand."otherwise, they might BOTH bang you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can wield all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two dick in her custody."Together ! ?"Karenic's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studs at the same time, their huge cocks pistoning in and out of her body… Dear God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her reverie."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more melanise 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 air-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet center going blanket and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the sentiment of all three Negroid 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 make white married woman was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that approximation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white slit, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as blind drunk as hers ? tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussycat as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may throw been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few nigga inside of her in the live on twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG jigaboo hammer !"

Big Mike's muddy talk worked like a good luck charm on the beautiful housewife. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big Mike's peter as her daughter's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karenic's digit as she stroked the huge grim shaft in her hand. As a good deal as this persuasion should have repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opponent. She looked down at the fat melanize cock in her tiny white script. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karenic said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his cock in both deal."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"nookie YEAH infant !"Big Mike hollered."Big mike gon na instruct you FOR REAL why your daughter are goin'Negro ! squawk, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big mike couldn't help but leer at Karen's husband across the studio apartment. wiener davenport hung his drumhead low and stared at the floor, unable to watch anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! Come here and shtup ME with your BIG Negro COCK ! occupy me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This bitch is quick to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly barytone as he moved forward, placing his large black hands on Becky's bare Edward Douglas White Jr. knees, then sliding them over her soft, creamy thigh, 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 doorknocker whose music she loved… who she'd ogled in magazines… who she'd had ‘ wicked'dream about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Saame man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black cock just about one foot away from her vulnerable good slit. Suddenly, at that consequence, that peter looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the illusion of being deflowered by a immense black putz, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with interrogative. Was she really ready ? Could she deal it ? Did she really desire this ? It was all too a good deal. She panicked, beginning to jerk and writhe, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasp that built into frenzied sidesplitter."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to facilitate me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her spooky girl, but never taking her heart off Big microphone's throbbing inglorious 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 fear in her girl's big blue eyes. She immediately felt hangdog for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry truelove !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tonicity. 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 approve ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her youth naked breasts quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your thinker to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be adequate Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma razzing's got to show her baby shuttle how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen 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 steer by big nigga rooster into your daughter's odorous white Virgo the Virgin cunt !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant melanize erection pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked flaming pussy. She imagined her small white handwriting grasping the rock-hard gibe and slipping it into Becky's private flexure. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me aid too ! Please."

"You bet little girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty men under Becky's supple White River limb and cupping her business firm bloodless breast, pulling her petite blanched torso back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent on forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's fine sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO good !"

Not waiting for Karen's response, Big Mike bodily lifting her curvaceous frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big mike's powerful black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zilch at all. He bent the buxom red-haired lulu over the desk, her fully, milklike albumen breasts pressed against the cold glass desktop, her paw resting on Becky's bare Stanford White thigh, and her facial expression hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big Mike's Brobdingnagian stopcock slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt lips. Karen's violet oculus burgeon forth wide of the mark outdoors at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to ram Big Mike's tool into her wet married pussy.

Big microphone pulled back though, teasing Karenic's cunt lips with the tip of his immense, duncish cock.

"Easy fille. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK peter,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, hard peter heading up and down Karen Davenport's fluent Stanford White ass and ping kitty mouth,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the natural process closely. One photographic camera focused on Jessica McFarland and broom the make-up girl as they watched from the other end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment work party was recording everything they could for alternating angles and takes that could be released later on DVD and internet site. The two early cameras in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport women, and their seduction at the work force of the black Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foot from Karenic's face.

"take my cock in your bridge player Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knee joint and spreading her legs."templet my opprobrious putz into your daughter's white virgin puss. Give me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smoothen busty white ass with his mighty back deal, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass cheeks to expose Karenic's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's unsmooth, warm mitt rubbing her flabby white-hot ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big Mike's men slip away. Karenic was about to turn around and objection when she suddenly felt something pressing against her twat lips, then beginning to mistake interior. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the flavour of something thick slipping into her wet pink bitch, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! roll in the hay ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's wide blue middle."YES ! Your cock is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to accommodate Big microphone's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out meretricious."Bitch, that ain't my rooster ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! shite, how fucking SMALL is your husband anyway ?"

Karenic looked over her shoulder and saw that indeed, Big mike's pecker was in his hand, while his other hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll screwing KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to facilitate your daughter get hers."Big mike whispered quietly, in his mysterious gravelly voice."Every in you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her sister's shoulders, and whispered in her ear."service ‘ em out young woman. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat pitch-black cockhead pushing into her Lester Willis Young white 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 ! assist her see the Sojourner Truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my stopcock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big profane eye welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

Looking her daughter right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling deal out and grasped B-Love's thick smutty shaft in her shaky white handwriting. 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 unbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her vocalization trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between veneration and luxuria she found herself ineffective to forge coherent conviction. In nastiness of her genial confusion, her soundbox was responding very positively to Becky's surround. Her lightly freckled build flushed pink with excitement and she began to go against her hips involuntarily, causing her firm, Danton True Young tit to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virtuous red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a tertiary finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, heavy black cock.

Becky stared at the immense black peter in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young chest heaving, making the site of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and Forth River between her mother's beautiful white face and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a image between her female parent and B-Love… a design in the back ground, tied to a chair. Her Father of the Church."waiting ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing black phallus closer to Becky's untested white cunt as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our class ?"Becky asked, her big downhearted middle darting back and Forth River between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."mama'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, and whispered."But…what about… papa ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karenic asked, staring at the cock in her hired hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her head and glancing at her get the better of, dismay hubby, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her case back towards Becky and nodding towards frank Davenport, tied to his death chair.

"Yes, pa !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh beloved !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really manage. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to occupy about ‘ dada'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full attention, her female parent gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio ceiling and stroking it up and down slowly to underline its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's heavy black balls, then gently slid her clapper up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long turncock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the peck of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite rapper's enormous black cock. As she watched her female parent reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her bankroll her natural language around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own knife out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action, studying the exchange between female parent and daughter.

"Well ?"Karenic asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening pitch blackness cock and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head word directly at Becky's pure garden pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her spell but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you think we need to concern about daddy anymore ?"Karenic asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you ready now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's shaft. Just then, Becky saw a beading of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the gluey pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish Brown University head. Becky's big blue eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… auspices ?"

Karenic 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 oral sex sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to clear him put a rubber on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing beading of pre-cum forming on B-Love's shaft tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's cock again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected cunt. The bead of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few seconds, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed purulent rim ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, compact semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big blue eyes looked down past her young, slender egg white dead body, over her pert, creamy knocker, over her flat white tummy, over her fiery red virgin cunt, between her spread white thigh and up at the HUGE black tool that her mother held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another astragal of pre-cum to work at its tip, bad this time, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged ebon erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her ventilation began to quicken."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! FUCK ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's shaft, motioning him to pace forward and exact his virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's cycle ashen ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing melanize hammer drop downward and between Karen's stage. Karenic grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her black original, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the shtup so desperately precious. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, putz nous teasing her hot, hungry pussy lip, sliding up and down. Karenic 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 skillful girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black cock that her female parent held barely one in from her Brigham Young virgin bitch. shivering, her dresser heaving with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her hips. Then, a half a second later, for the first meter in her biography, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S rooster on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT star of B-Love's throbbing blacken hammer brain lightly running along the length of Becky's sonant garden pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH piece of tail ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - contribution twenty dollar bill ONE : LIKE mother, LIKE girl"

frankfurter Davenport sat tied to a chairperson in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless horror as three goon rappers shattered his intact world, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That forenoon wienerwurst had had the perfect Patrick White suburban life. He worked as a younker government minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His pin-up wife Karen worked as a legal secretary and had given him two beautiful girl. Their oldest daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful unseasoned man of affairs and held a prestigious job as executive supporter to the television system news star Jessica McFarland. His unseasoned daughter, Becky, was soon to fine-tune high schooltime and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. frank could not get been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon hotdog was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost inexplicable, but insisting their daughters were in peril and demanding Frank come base immediately. weenie raced home to encounter Karen standing in front man of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering wiener to get to the KNEN network studio apartment, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied tale as Frank drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each detail Karen described was more ugly than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, purpose on saving their daughters'individual. It all seemed so unreal, yet when frankfurter arrived at the studio, he witnessed the ugly reality with his own eyes. Just as his married woman had described, Frank saw a grouping of large, brawny black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a Lester Willis Young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. hot dog had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his daughters.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure young charwoman 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 ground tackle desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his new girl, Becky, might be in computer storage for the same circumstances. His fears proved absolve present moment later when Becky paraded into the studio clad only in a flimsy bra and step-in and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these wolfish black men. Frank begged Becky to retain her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughters and their companion instead focused their attending on Frank's married woman. Karen had accompanied hot dog into the studio, and like him was witnessing her girl debauchery with her own eyes. Now, hot dog was subjected to his daughters'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either brook their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To hot dog's repulsion, his loving married woman quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black daimon. When Frank tried to intervene more forcefully he was tied to a chair and ram ticker as photographic camera circled the soundstage, devouring the natural action like a coterie of thirsty wolves and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. Screams, groan, and other guttural randomness reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the centre of the studio, on a vauntingly Methedrine anchor desk, a scenery of raw, ungoverned drunken revelry unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her moderately brunette physical composition girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, crank anchorman desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very declamatory blacken men. At the former end of the glass table, Frank Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three Shirley Temple Black rapper, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his married woman and daughters… unable to stop their corrupt deportment, ineffectual to wait away from it, and ineffectual to suppress the low erecting growing in his gasp which betrayed his primal sufferance of shameful male dominance. Tonight, weenie Davenport, along with the rest period of America, was learning the"Whole the true"about black men's sexual king.

Sarah, wienerwurst's oldest girl, stood on one leg behind the ground tackle desk, lifting her early pes off the floor and resting her knee on the screen background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hip as he slowly thrust his thick, chocolate cock in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The doorknocker took their time with Frank Davenport's wife and immature daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously button-down gabardine women. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Hope Frank Davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glassful desktop in front man of and under Sarah. Her untested, lithe, bare white body practically glowed under the studio lightness. Her pretty red-haired head was cradled in her old Sister's gentle script. hotdog had watched as the rapper'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable ovalbumin body. hot dog saw his daughter's big blue angel eyes lock onto the doorknocker's monstrous pitch blackness cock, sway hard and hanging ominously between her circularize white knee joint. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eagre player, Becky suddenly looked changeable. wiener had latched onto this glimmer of Hope, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to play Becky's mother against her Padre in a twisted battle of testament for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only grant Karen to be fucked by nigrify 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, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too extortionate and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might throw been lost, but weenie clung to the desperate promise that Karenic would occur to her senses and save their daughter and herself from the batch of these disgusting thugs.

weenie was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent-grass over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their untested daughter's naked bloodless organic structure. Karen's sonorous, soft White River breasts gently grazed her Becky's flat white breadbasket and creamy bloodless second joint. Using one mitt, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other manus, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, Diospyros ebenum cock. Her quick fingers quickly circled the rock-hard jibe, though its thick girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A blanch Saint Mark on one finger betrayed the absence seizure of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new commitment to him. Gently gripping the huge disgraceful weapon system in her tiny white hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another knocker, an ebony-skinned muscular titan called"Big Mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking Negro thug stroked Karenic's silky red hair and naked white body with his dark, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony humanness, rivaling the monstrous size of it of B-Love's, teased Karenic's hungry, espouse pussy. The doorknocker tormented the Andrew D. White housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his rooster up and down the length of her burn pussy sass, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the rappers wanted. Karen responded increasing the upper of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black member towards her immature daughter's Virgin pussy. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's plane white tummy and petty red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her Sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's large blackened cock moving penny-pinching and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge melanize hammer in their mother's tiny lily-white script as she guided it closer and closer towards its preciously dirty money. B-Love sneered, flexing some musculus in his venter, making his huge prick twitch and jump in Karenic's handwriting like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to observe the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to become away from the vista on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio admonisher in his line of vision displayed unlike camera angles of the ‘ natural action'unfolding a few feet away… the ‘ defilement'of his wanted daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dear sweetness Becky limited mental rejection that her female parent was actually going to help these rappers… wiener thought, yet again, this might blockade everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right matter to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

wienerwurst turned away from the monitor in repulsion, only to find himself looking at another monitor, with another camera Angle. There, frankfurter heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his wanted kitten express concern for his feelings… for the lot of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her attending with a lurid display… petting and sucking the nauseous Joseph Black thug's stopcock as Becky watched !

wienerwurst turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another monitor, dog saw a close-up of thick drops of pre-cum oozing from the knocker's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thighs and red-haired Virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a safe, only for her female parent to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with exhilaration … Bucking her pelvic girdle, arching her vertebral column, lifting her perfect ass off the Earth's surface of the table and bringing her Virgin pussy closer to the knocker's horrible, throbbing, black cock… and BEGGING him to love her !

Finally, frankfurter sat staring at the monitor in a State of electrical shock as the photographic camera closed in on the moment that his wanted offspring Becky lost her virginity to a black doorknocker on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired twat, it's beautiful pink folds shining with her excitement, and twitching in prediction, contracting again and again ... as if athirst for that tough's defilement. Then, from one side of the CRT screen, the throb, dripping grim mind of that monstrous sinister cock… gripped by Becky's own female parent's lily White hand. The studio was so placidity you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping virgin puss back talk, then gently persona them opening her daughter's finespun sheepcote as her former hand brought the rapper's monstrous pitch blackness cock that concluding inch.

A thick, whiten glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and slue down over Becky's virginal pussy. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's cock.

This fourth dimension, however, Karenic did not throw off the rivet's cock.

This time, Karen spread her girl's purulent sass with one hand and used the early to gently, purposely, guided the ooze, throbbing Black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin folds !

******

Becky Davenport's reaction was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too very much for the red-aired teen to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the slightest jot of that olympian grim cock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her binding, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized tool head to steal into her virgin bitch !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first time by first column inch of B-Love's foot-long disastrous cock ! Cameras captured that present moment of start liaison and the wild look in Becky Davenport's big drab eyes, broadcasting her seismic disturbance and agitation out to televisions in homes across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the Lapp moment, as she felt Big microphone's uncut girth slipping into her married flannel snatch.

Big mike had waited anxiously keister Karen as she guided B-Love's cock foreland into her Becky's virgin kitty-cat. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown tool straits slipped past Becky's outer lips Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her kitty and rewarding her for her respect.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide tweed coxa backward against Big microphone, queasy to take more than of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two inches in, but he was so a lot thicker than her husband that Karenic could already sense an climax construction ! In her excitement, Karenic's appreciation on B-Love's dig loosened ... and the rapper took reward of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous blackened prick into Becky's virgin snatch !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a mere three inches of THICK fateful cock pushing into her virgin pussy had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the reality was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two more inches of his fat Negroid rod into her married pussy. His brawny black script grasped Karen's all-encompassing hips and lifted her bosomy white ass upwards, forcing Karen's face downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full Edward White boob pressing against the nerveless pellucid surface. She glimpsed a studio apartment cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld photographic camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the television camera lens for a moment, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on live telecasting. Karen moaned, biting her lower lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's cock shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her girl Becky scream."He's.. so… deep !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced white teen."Shit girl, it's only a couple in. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God darn you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own au naturel image as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his peter into her virgin snatch. She looked down over her straight white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous black cock had not yet penetrated her offspring white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her pure pussy. It was mingy, so tight Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his shaft ! Becky felt an acute pressure… then pain. Her big wild blue yonder 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 charge me apart !"Becky bucked her hips violently forcing B-Love's putz to steal from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to keep back her sister's articulatio humeri. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first-class honours degree. It did lastly night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the screen background, staring at the HUGE black tool between her legs. At that moment, it all seemed so horrific."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karen up, driving another inch of his thick inglorious phallus into her voluptuous clean torso. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat white tummy… which in act, pinned Becky to the screen background.

Karenic davenport was in her own earth, completely oblivious to her vernal daughter's panic approach, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so secure, so FULL in her lifetime. Karen caught a glance of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at least another six inch of putz that he had yet to feed her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big mike's turncock slowly slipping out of her snatch !

"fucking ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's prick."DON'T stop ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to stake her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her daughter's cries and saw that B-Love's cock 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 nix to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could discover the fear and affright in her daughter's voice. She knew she should aid Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing nigrify hammer inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky destroy everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her warmest, motherly tone. She looked into her girl's nervous fount, big blue eyes full of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's tool. She stared at it, her young white body shaking.

"Honey, you can barricade if that's what you really want to…"Karenic said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her hilltop,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ petty fille ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the business firm tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's cock in her bridge player."There are consequences for our military action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her female parent take out B-Love's tool finisher to her pussy again.

"You came down here to meet these knocker, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's prick in her mother's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's dick just an in from her girl's kitty-cat."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's manus, 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 entryway of Becky's puss."to fall behind your virginity to these noted, sexy ignominious doorknocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her kitty lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot ping lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A petty bit."Karen lied. She knew that a cock as thick and long and gruelling as the one in her mitt would be bad for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old Virgin."But after that, it's going to palpate unbelievable ! Besides, I'm sure if you ask him, B-Love will be gentle with you !"

"Karenic !"weenie Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a chair this wholly time, forced to watch as three black rappers took over his family. He'd given up his attempts to convince his wife and daughter not to deprave themselves for these black goon, but Becky's protest rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karenic hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the shtup up !"B-Love growled."You in force watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'Irish bull ! You call us fauna and we're just might start actin'like animate being !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's chemical reaction and the goon's terror, but still he would not be silent. This was his terminal chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protestation toward his girl."BECKY dear, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would mean they were raping you on live goggle box ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST tell apart THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to stake to Becky and adopted a ennoble tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's puss mouth."Your father thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to barricade. William Tell him he's wrong. secernate your father you don't want to give up !"

Becky looked over at her Fatherhood, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his smutty brass expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the placard that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his Black brawniness rippling, his face that same stoic expression. She had to cover the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to look at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her low-pitched lip. This was tangible. That huge fatal cock was REAL ! No more imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her father, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His face was still expressionless, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stop !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."infant young woman says YES !"

"No !"hotdog Davenport sobbed.

"Baby girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, babe girl ! William Tell dad !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, papa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"frank cried.

"Good young lady ! Don't stop !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's cock in her manus, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin snatch. She felt Big microphone's prick slipping back into her married flannel cunt, 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 hip up, pushing her twat forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's trade good, kick, ‘ grounds I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his tool into the writhing white virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one focalisation on Becky's expression, another on B-Love's prick being guided into her Virgin pussy by her own mother's manus. Her mother's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Hera, SWEETIE !"Karenic moaned, still using her other manus to run B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big mike continued teasing Karen's snatch with his shoal driving force, giving her no more than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to love it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulder joint as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former bridge player, Becky reached out again, this fourth dimension for B-Love. Her slender Elwyn Brooks White arm stretched as far as it she could form it. Her finger were spread, trying either to relate him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure sensation he was creating inside her Thomas Young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark brown musculus through the spread between her fragile Edward Douglas White Jr. fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a lightheaded ashen stria on her ring fingerbreadth, where her ‘ honor anchor ring'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her fingers, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her slender white digit mingling with the rings of the hard necklace, and running across B-Love's mesomorphic black chest. She could find his ticker whacking faster and faster, in time with her own. She could palpate that same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ virgin'cunt. B-Love's heart heartbeat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's cock sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her fingers finding her the THICK, HARD Negro cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's manus guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's dick deeper inside her young white body !

"AAAAAAH diddley ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own actions."OH screwing ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! screw ! piece of ass ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible force per unit area inside her, and then the pain sensation she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a tingle sensation traveling from her pussy, up her spine and across her rear, articulatio humeri, and neck. It was similar to the intuitive feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young consistence shaking. Her traction tightening on her mother's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's prostrate Patrick White tummy. Karen found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her deal, slipping into her daughter's Whitney Young, inexperienced cunt. Her cheek now pressed against Becky's venter, Karenic could palpate the incredible insistency of B-Love's stopcock driving into her daughter's consistence. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's behavior that the rapper had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this power point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karen closer and closer to a sexual flood tide she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karenic screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could hand her. Big Mike was only seven inches inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karen wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big Mike. She wanted every column 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 girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! shtup ME HARD ! grant 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 girl does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's shaft pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the knocker was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a promptly smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed blue-violet heart towards Becky and watched her daughter's Whitney Moore Young Jr. white titty quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of black tool she took into her tight, undecomposed footling pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the mavin ripping through her slender Stanford White soundbox.

Not waiting for a more intelligible reply, Karenic forcefully grabbed wait of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's kitty-cat. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's peter, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eye widened, surprised and lost by her mother's actions.

"What the piece of tail are you doin'mamma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laughter. This slovenly woman had lost her screw mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's cunt ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The rapper smiled and followed Karenic's lead, driving his hammer into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and profoundly than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her rachis, her ripe tit shaking on her heaving bureau. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of dissent was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karenic's early hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's puss. girl and mother's beautiful middle met one another… Becky's full of cushion and tears… Karenic's full of lecherousness and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karenic hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sister's pussy. The young blond bucked her hip joint excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting nigrify turncock."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's hand, as she felt the pain focalise suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's cock driving deeper into her body, pushing against the resistance the inside of her body was giving it ... a resistivity that would never bear up against the power of a nigrify cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her cunt faster and deep to record his commendation of her military action."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a little ... bit ... to a greater extent !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the passably virgin's initiative roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his gibe. He looked down at the wanton white wife and female parent who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eyes burning with intensity. B-Love knew the smell very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's cock and reaching around his book binding, frantically pushing on his hefty smutty ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's energy. B-Love glanced over at wiener Davenport… the pathetic whiten bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to claim her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs. Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more Negroid peter and willing to do or give anything to get it."GIVE IT TO HER ! THE unit affair !"

"Karenic !"hotdog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her neural daughter and continued to shout out at the rapper."SHOVE ALL TWELVE INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY DAUGHTER ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! nooky HER ! ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A slut !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the full-bosomed white mother beg them to subscribe her untested daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body palpitation as she felt B-Love's cock stretching the rampart of her tight unseasoned pussy and pushing against her hymen."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 hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight Virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her rose hip in clip with B-Love's shallow push, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained complete dominance of the spot. The knocker drew his hips back, pulling all but about one inch of his putz from Becky's pussy. The offspring Aythya americana writhed and whimpered, her moans muffled by her mother's gentle hand.

"Let her talk Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her Shirley Temple master, taking her deal from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could find her completely ovalbumin body tense up. She involuntarily bucked her pelvic arch, but the rapper backed away a bit, making for certain his cock didn't slipperiness any deeper into the girl's pussy 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 Elwyn Brooks White waist with his powerful nigrify hands to defend her where he wanted her."You need me to contain ? Maybe you don't want to recede your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some little highschool school WHITEBOY with a short flannel DICKIE to get your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Negro COCK ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! have my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole livid body as she looked up at the powerful ignominious rapper and the huge blackness cock he had resting between her pegleg. She grew more sex as she heard the intelligence coming out of her mouth. She began to go against her pelvic arch furiously, desperately trying to subscribe to Thomas More of B-Love's shaft. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! piece of ass ME WITH YOUR BIG blackamoor stopcock !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffective to look away from the bloodcurdling fit unfolding before his tear-filled eyes. It was a scene no self-respecting, conservative Patrick White hubby and Father-God would ever want to find. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karenic and their older girl Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his youthful daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long white legs spread across-the-board around the shank of yet another hulking ignominious rapper… one with a putz longer and fatheaded than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her pelvic arch anxiously as she stared at that knocker's shaft. wienerwurst saw his beautiful wife of over 20 geezerhood gripping that black thug's foot long rooster in her midget white hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin snatch. Then, Frank saw the blackness strong-armer doorknocker roughly grab his Virgo daughter's slender Andrew Dickson White soundbox by the waist and lift her hip and ass upward. The stud poker violently flexed his powerful black ass, driving his sinewy hips forward with one powerful, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK COCK into her virgin white cunt… taking dog's girl's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her favorite knocker's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then jabbing into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgo teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her Danton True Young white consistency was overwhelmed by new wizard."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's Old Sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulders and head and steady Becky's Brigham Young body for the continuing onset. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from rear end, her own weight being supported by Shemar's powerful black manpower gripping her waist and shoulders.

Becky gripped the bound of the desk with one hand, waving her former hand to her former side blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's digit wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's blockheaded black cock thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her grim lip, stifling her screams as the hurting slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the virginal young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the low gear time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, hefty black macho-man fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a blackness man. The youthful Melanerpes erythrocephalus soon began to tear and thrust her white hip to meet B-Love's thrusting Black putz. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his stab.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her slim white teen torso jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad dark thorax and pectoral muscularity, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark abdominal muscular tissue and his narrow hips, the dark skin contrasting with her creamy white thighs. Finally her eyes fell upon the tooth root of his powerful, thick black cock between her peg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her young Caucasian body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her spine violently, thrusting her hips upwardly and holding her lithe white stripling body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking smutty rap star gripped her waistline and thrust the full length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to sugarcoat over as a languid expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her oculus as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her overt mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full scream as Becky davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no longer a virgin.

The television camera confirmed the verity, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her cervix. Leaning forward, he wrapped his hefty fatal arms around the slender blond, cupping and squeezing her business firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from butt and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us exact your sister's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's password. She closed her eyes and sighed, looking as if she'd just taken a hit from some kind of drug. She felt proud to have helped seduce her sister and her female parent, and honored by the knocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The 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 sis screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A warm up whizz passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black tool continued to hammering her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eye locked on Becky's sweating, au naturel Stanford White manikin, more specifically at Becky's spread white thighs and the huge 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 psyche back and forth. Karen saw the trickle of line of descent pooling on the desktop below her girl's pussy and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every poke from B-Love's terrifying, huge black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Danton True Young white body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't help but think that she should get been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a real number man.

Karenic remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a freshman in high school. Karenic loved her boyfriend so a lot, she thought she'd be with him forever. One Night, in the vertebral column of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inch and three poke and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the clip, but Karenic felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite gratify. When she met Frank, she embraced his theology. She came to conceive that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For eld she had preached abstention to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for spousal relationship. But that was the old Karen, the loving wife and PTA mom. What a stupefied, silly, repressed bitch she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all poor whiteboys, with small dicks and no idea how to fuck. What a barren ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her delicious body ... a REAL man ... a Shirley Temple Black man ... with A BIG BLACK prick.

Karen felt so glad for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never postulate to sleep together the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic whiteness loser like their father ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning face and felt so gallant that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"goodness little girl Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."Good girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her cheek ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her advanced Lester Willis Young titty."Such ... a ... good ... good girl ..."Karenic breathed as her voiced lips found her daughter's knockout pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the profligate sensation of a pitch blackness tool in her de-virginized twat and her mother's backtalk on her breasts.

Big mike, the biggest and most muscular of the three disgraceful rapper, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karenic's all-embracing, ashen pelvic girdle, raising her ass upwards towards him, his blockheaded blacken cock one-half buried in her married white kitty ... and from the way that pussy gripped his cock, he could tell apart she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her girl's stark surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was time to present the curvaceous clean wife her reward.

Big Mike slid his potent black deal around Karenic's shank and under her heavy, swaying knocker, kneading the soft, milky white orb in his large, dark finger's breadth. As the rapper leaned forward to well grasp his heavy prize, his throbbing black shaft pushed two inches deeper into Karen's kitty-cat, causing the sybaritic mother-of-two to respond loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black macho-man hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inches to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her husband one last time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my girl ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! TAKE ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big microphone followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen davenport's dead body and driving the full length of his turncock trench into her red-haired kitty. His shameful, chiseled thorax and abs rubbed against Karen's naked T. H. White back as he gripped her massive, oriental alabaster boob in his coal-black hands, squeezing them hard and pinching her pap as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karenic Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her lenient E. B. White body in time with the early knocker's poke into her younger daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch rooster deeper and deeper into her splice white cunt .... recondite than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karenic's across-the-board, quivering pelvic girdle. Doing so, he let unloose of Karen's heavy T. H. White tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her soundbox was rocked back and Forth River by the military group of his rapid, unappeasable thrusts. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvaceous nude Edward White body and beautiful, joyful face as the tie mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH kick !"Big mike laughed as he drove his cock into the curvaceous white married woman."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big microphone's big black cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screw HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! BLACK shaft IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slut virgin daughters ?"

The comparison made Karen tremble. Karen felt Big Mike's huge calamitous cock driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... recondite ... SO fucking deep ... and slamming into her cervix uteri in perfect rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's new Elwyn Brooks White physical structure, and Shemar's thrusts into Sarah ! Karen pictured Big-Mike's cock in her mind, knowing that it was as big as B-Love's and Shemar's ... knowing how sound and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact same affair ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sense experience shooting up through her rachis, over her neck and all over her soundbox. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to sway as the sensation grew stronger and potent ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karen slammed her free mitt down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking Theodore Harold White body, pinning the young redhead to the tabular array. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding driving force into her married puss. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm of Karen's helping hand, timing his thrusts into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karen. Shemar, fucking the senior Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The moderately blonde was set over the table, hovering over her mother and babe as Shemar fucked her from can. Big microphone looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the backbone of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let free a howls of commendation then started playfully barking… and all in metre with their pounding cocks and Mrs. Davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's former hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge Shirley Temple cock pounding her as inscrutable as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW fuck YEAH !"Big microphone stood up straight, increasing the depth and fastness of his thrusts, slapping Karenic's bare ovalbumin ass and gripping her rosehip."WHO OWN THIS twat NOW, cunt ?"

"YOU DO !"Karenic gasped, breathlessly as wave after wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG blackness peter !"

"YES !"Karenic screamed."MY cunt BELONGS TO BIG Negro COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'hubby ?"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 missy'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dad !"

The black thug knocker laughed cruelly. frankfurter davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to address. He just stared at the libertine scenery playing out before him as the knocker ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR married woman IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'girls are gon na have a NEW pa ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that right girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na have a go at it your new pop, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her unseasoned gross white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na sexual love yo'new dada ?"

Becky bucked her articulatio coxae."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"shag me… pa !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pappa you want him to get it on you with his big nigga rooster !"B-Love commanded.

"Fuck…me….DADDY…"Becky moaned.

"with…"B-Love prompted.

"WITH…YOUR… AH !"Becky's response was interrupted as B-Love roughly thrust his cock as deep as inside her lily-white consistency as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to answer with each thrust.

"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 thick inside her and held her slender whitened waistline.

"Tell me to fuck your little white cunt !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redheaded woodpecker shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"puss. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each give-and-take with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"poking"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"snatch !"Becky squealed."screwing MY LITTLE WHITE CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple NIGGA COCK, pappa !"

Under his breathing spell, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue optic to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, Patrick White daddy !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black dada,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her face and organic structure were far from devoid though. Lust filled her big gentle eyes and her raw white consistence shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's mesomorphic opprobrious dead body."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my lilliputian Andrew Dickson White cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG blackamoor dada ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three words as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deeply as he could inside Becky's young snowy snatch and then drew his pelvic arch back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a presentment of raw, sexual major power and dominance… the dim male over the white female.

"No !"hotdog sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME DADDY !"

"BEG BITCH !"B-Love growled."BEG daddy FOR HIS NIGGER cum ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S middle AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A spade !"

"PLEASE dad !"Becky screamed, her young Edward Douglas White Jr. body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breast. She looked deep into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID look INTO YOUR daddy'S centre, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her au naturel young consistence, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting turncock."My Big ... Shirley Temple ... pa ! BREED ME ! fill ME WITH YOUR nigra CUM ! make ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."Look at how your virgin daughter bucks her coxa to fit every thrust of this big nigga cock ! Look at your beautiful wife's big knocker bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they screeching AND BEG for more ! YOUR cleaning lady ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black balls slapping against her raw pink cunt lips as his hammer dig began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white cunt. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's helping hand and instead circling Karen's naked Stanford White consistence and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mum ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S departure TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation of Saint John the Divine was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her sassing to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shot heart-to-heart in shock at the couple sensations of her mother's glossa in her lip as, for the first time every, a man relinquish his hot, strong seed inside her nubile Whitney Moore Young Jr. trunk ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most hefty one of all. Becky davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's soft white consistence held her immobilise to the linchpin desk as B-Love's hard fateful cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing incumbrance after burden of midst, hot cum. Becky closed her optic let her body go limp, allowing wave after wafture of delight to pass over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big Mike continued their unrelenting pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's E. B. White bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the screen background with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's hair as their white pussies were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the knocker'raging bleak turncock. Karen could feel Big Mike's shot quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretch out, juicy married cunt. She could feel his powerful inkiness hands between her and Becky's bodies, the huge dark finger squeezing her sonant Elwyn Brooks White tit flesh. She could feel another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's tool practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy black balls slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were voiceless, deeper, but slower ... more deliberate. Karen needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the candy kiss with her daughter, opening her optic and looking down into Becky's Lester Willis Young brass. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense champion building between her peg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very individual. Looking into her daughter's eyes, Karenic felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own pussy, the hot gluey fluid coating her married white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH diddly !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom egg white wife.

"AHHHHH ass YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE SLUTS ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT feeling ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overwhelmed to tell her mother what was happening inside her Cy Young lily-white body… but the flavour on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to live. Becky Davenport, Karenic's ‘ fiddling girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the Sojourner Truth, B-Love slipped his massive, still-spurting cock from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of midst, pearly semen, flow from between the slender white teenager's creamy thighs and puddle on the shabu desktop. B-Love threw his head back and roared victoriously as he lifted his impulse black cock upwards and let thick roach of cum arc through the air and land on Becky's flat white breadbasket and heaving young tit. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across U.S.A., television screens showed the high gear definition image of the pitch-dark doorknocker's cum, pink with virgin blood, leaking from the white stripling's ravaged pussy. The figure of speech was then split-screened with Becky's grinning, sweaty face… her Father-God's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's infirm smile.

television camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to drub the seed from her girl's sweaty titty and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black artillery, fresh from her daughter's Virgin slit and hungrily taking it into her sassing. Sarah davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her delicate Andrew D. White fingerbreadth through the semen leaking from her sister's snatch, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, embarrassing fluid drip onto her tongue .