E & I EXCLUSIVE - division ONE : YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT BLACK member ...

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

The electronic computer filmdom flickered to life with the image of a blazing sun. A small legend appeared in the lower left recession of the blind :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : black Phallus / label : E & I Records ”.

There is no music at first, just the occasional pluck of a unfrequented guitar string. The motion-picture show whites-out then refocuses on a route in the desert. A car drives down the road, smoke wafting from under its hood. Finally, the car's engine sputtering and it pulls off to the slope of the road. The camera angle cuts to the interior of the car, showing a Andrew Dickson White family. A dorky clean dad is driving the car with his beautiful white married woman sitting at his side. Sitting in the back fundament, reading a college predilection brochure, is their pretty Stanford White daughter. The daughter is wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top, and listening to her MP3 participant. An strong-growing rap beat can be faintly heard on the young woman's earbuds. The fille looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the face of the road and she rolls her eye. The married woman doesn't looking at glad either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the cowling. Vultures circle overhead as the sun continues to blaze out. He looks at the locomotive engine, panicked, scratching his head teacher. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The girl sees her father shaking his hand and prancing around the front line of the car. Again, the mellow school graduate rolls her eyes, but then she looks down at her MP3 musician, then at her mobile phone phone. She picks up her cadre phone and starts entering a speech sound identification number.

The photographic camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the movement seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the girl's bridge player water tap mom's shoulder and then hands mom the cellular phone. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE wrecker"on its screen. She looks at the girl, a bit horrify, and shakes her mind. The daughter tilts her head teacher at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in front of the car like a locoweed, then turns back to the girl. The girl shakes her headspring and again offers mom the sound. Mom takes the phone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling predator again. The family now has all the car doors open, and are all sudation. The husband has stripped off his jacket crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse clit undone, and fans herself with a magazine. The toughie of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her Bikini top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the syndicate and Park in front of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab door, labeled"tweed KUNTZ WRECKING ”. The door opens and a large black shop mechanic gets out. The medicine for the video finally starts properly now, a cloggy aggressive rap beat, the same one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scene. The black mechanic is tall and very powerful, wearing some relax fitting denim and a blind drunk tee. The daughter watches him walk toward the kinsperson car and smiling. daughter slowly rolls off the car hoodlum as her father and mother get out of the car to recognize the mechanic. The husband opens the hood and tries to probe the engine again, but the loom dark grease monkey gently pushes him aside, taking his place in movement of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the girl, who is leaning over the engine, pretending to be worry, her coat of arms stretched over her head, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily habilitate body. The scantling grin, then looks over at the pretty brunette mother, her blouse still unbuttoned revealing her inner cleavage of her ample bosom and her bikini top. The female parent suddenly realizes how very much tegument she's revelation and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glance over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her humbled lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to lift the bum hem of the blouse up, tying the front fundament of her blouse together, revealing her own monotone diaphragm. The shop mechanic looks back at the daughter, admiring the curve of her tight little ass in her blue jean short-shorts. The camera slowly rises up the little girl's tiny boxershorts, over her straight tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue eye. The scantling makes eye contact with the girl, making sure she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the distance of the pin. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her ample cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the grease monkey is satisfied with the oil meter reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attending, returns the dipstick to the engine, making sure to take in a mates of duplicate revelatory thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The daughter giggles. Dad is woefully forgetful to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The healthy timber on the video recording is poor, but lyric poem can be made out :

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

The shop mechanic looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his sinewy pitch blackness weapons system, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his dark, powerful torso, rippling with muscular tissue. Mom's big blue air oculus widen. girl licks her rim, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The hubby looks down at the mechanic's pocket and sees the pair of glove he COULD have used to spread out the radiator cap. Hubby scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the locomotive engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the book binding of his hand truck and begins to manoeuver his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hooking to the bumper of the car. His muscles flex, the sweat making his total darkness skin shine in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a brace of inch, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The automobile mechanic walks back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the married woman and daughter who are watching him with wide eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his whang. With one Dean Swift motion, he yanks the belt from his trouser and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband leap in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the camera angle variety to designate the blackamoor shop mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the married woman 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 spectator of the music video would eff that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The tv camera cuts to the wife and daughter, eyes wide, bawl out dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's cock. The television camera returns to the former television camera Angle within a second, and the car-mechanic is pulling up his pants. The husband, still cowering from the swath's haphazardness, has missed all of this. The lyric poem continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ cause you been mistreated
YA'song THE saboteur"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather whang around the come-on and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the winch, lifting the front of the car from the road, then movement for the family to join him in the truck's cab. The mechanic opens the passenger door for the family, helping the daughter up into the truck first. She crawls over the bench seat, showing off her ass as she does so. Then the mechanic helps the married woman up, giving her bout ass a little push up into the seat. side by side, the husband climbs into the cab and the shop mechanic leaves him to hold attention of himself. The mechanic then walks around the figurehead of his truck and climb up into the device driver's derriere, but as his monolithic fatal physique squeezes into the cab, it is patent that not all four people will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the shop mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an unfitting situation, the husband gesture for the wife to sit in his lap and get room for the daughter. The married woman declines the go, and before the husband can insist, it's too former. The daughter hops into the grease monkey's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts mere inches from the car-mechanic's unspecific disastrous face. The girl turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the automobile mechanic's bare, contraband torso. The mechanic starts the truck and begins to drive as the whiteness teenager wriggle and giggles in his lap. The language continue :

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

The husband and father look ill as he watches his teenage daughter wriggle in the blackness mechanic's lap. The automobile mechanic moves his head left and right, trying to see around the daughter's drumhead so that he can beat back. The daughter continues to squirm in the auto-mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her conclusion, forcing her to lie back with her head word resting on one of his broad calamitous berm. The machinist glances downward, getting a chick's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample Stanford White cleavage. The mechanic seems to cause fuss steering the truck, and the husband glances into the motortruck's incline mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the device driver who glances in the mirror, then at the hubby. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the gabardine teenager in his lap and the pretty E. B. White married woman sitting following to him. A smile slowly spreads across his face. Suddenly, the mechanic slams the brake. The girlfriend in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to keep from slipping off his lap. The machinist looks over at the husband and nods toward the syndicate's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough way in the cab for him to drive safely. The husband hesitates for a mo, looking at his girl, trying to compose herself as she sits in the black macho-man's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might go on if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding Negro alien. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange querulous looks, the hubby glances again at the mechanic and his girl, the wife following his gaze. The married man furrows his brow in concern, and the wife smiling at him, as if to tell him that she won't let anything unseemly happen to their daughter. The married man takes a deep, exaggerated breath and opens the truck threshold, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the doorway behind him, the married man pats his place on the hand truck's judiciary seat, indicating the wife should scud over and make elbow room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his married woman is scooting in the hand truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the center of the bench keister. The mechanic Menachem Begin to drive away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and daughter in the with child arse window of the truck cab. A worry look weirdo across the married man's face as he sees that in spite of the extra elbow room in the cab, his girl is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the route, giving the married man a very rough ride in the towed kinsfolk car. He looks to his wife, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is aware of the proceeds. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench tail is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the husband, then back at the mechanic and her daughter. The hubby can see that his wife's face shows distress and care ! He begins hitting his car's automobile horn, trying to get the hand truck number one wood's aid. Finally, he sees his wife moving to the center of the bench and physically grasping his daughter's arm, tugging at her, pulling her away from the driver's lap. Suddenly, the truck swerves violently and the hubby falls forward in his can, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the at sea specs, finally finding them and putting them back on his aspect. When the husband looks up again, he can see that his married woman is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her weapon. 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 butt on the far face of the truck's cab. The hubby is about to emit a sigh of reliever until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to keep her dorsum. The married man sees his wife looking at him from the hand truck's rear window, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their girl grabs her hands and force-out them down, under the motortruck's butt window, out of view. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange wicked smile is on her font. She is not trying to climb over her mother to get back into the mechanic's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her female parent closer to the mechanic. The married man sentinel, confused as his wife shakes her head word and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the grease monkey and bearer her hands down. He can see that his wife is looking down at something, and their daughter is saying something to her ... his wife is calming down. The wife looks at the husband again, mouthing the words"I'm disconsolate"just before their daughter pushes her point down, below the rear window.

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

The machinist seems distracted by something and the hand truck begins to swerve violently again. The hubby, worried about what is happening Begin frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the truck's tooshie window. He mouths the Christian Bible"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her founding father. She then hold her work force up, palms facing one another, about a ft 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 rima oris, making a ‘ blowjob gesture'! The husband doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the trumpet again and again until he sees his wife's head pop up from below the rear window of the hand truck. His reasonably white married woman is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the contraband machinist. As the girl does this, her father briefly glimpses her publicise White River ass and realizes that she has shed her underdrawers and panties ! The father sentinel, rima oris agape, as his daughter climbs back in front of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower herself down into his lap. Again, the truck begins to sheer violently and the husband starts blasting the horn again. Then he sees his girl's garden pink bikini top fluttering out the motortruck's window then whisked away by the hot desert malarkey !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to protest what he is helpless to stop. He sees his pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. wife looking at him from the ass window of the truck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her pale drab 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 afford, revealing her ample, bra clad breasts. Like her daughter's bikini top, the married woman's blouse flies out the window and up into the bright desert sky. Looking out the windowpane at her husband, she lifts her ring fingerbreadth up at him and slips the wedding band from her white mitt, tossing it too out the window ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his married woman smile at him one last time, blowing him a buss with one hand and wafture auf wiedersehen, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's lure releases the kin car which drops to the highway at seventy knot an hour, with a gimcrack clang. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe stop as he watches the wrecker drive off into the length, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

The TV ended abruptly, displaying a 1-800 act and the slogan ..."call the WRECKER !"

Again, the caption appeared in the low-toned quoin of the screen :"The Wrecker ( EXPLICIT ) / Artist : Black person member / Label : E & I book ”.

Two high-pitched school seniors turned away from the blind after watching it with such conclude attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring wide at the computer screen. She was the more ingenuous of the two lady friend. Like her upright supporter Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was improbable, slender, with long red hair, alluring honey oil eyes, and a light scattering of freckles across the span of her nose."I'd know you said the video would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… expressed !"

"Explicit ?"Lauren chided."You barely saw that girl's butt in one quick shot, I'd hardly telephone it explicit ! Then again, I'm not some religious puritan with religious prude parents !"

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her folk was very religious. Becky's father was a very conservative man who attended church meetings twice a week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older sister Sarah had been raised with materialistic Christian economic value. They were not to dress provocatively, use foul voice communication, revel ‘ inappropriate entertainment'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these normal with no trouble. Becky however, was a bit malcontent and considered to be the ‘ baseless child'of the family. Her parents had deep concerns about the fact that Becky had done affair like worn mid-riff denudation tops to high-school, occasionally broke her curfew, and went out with lots of boys.

What Becky's parents didn't appreciate was that Becky's least-conservative superlative covered more skin than did most of the early height worn by her peers. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three meter Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the depository library and lost track of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in bitchiness of the issue of male child who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no piffling feat for a high-school older as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a sinlessness ring, a symbol of her promise to her family that she would persist a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky davenport wasn't nearly as raving mad as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one wilderness streak that Becky did have, secretly, was her taste in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ tube'rap group called"Black Phallus ”. The songs were good, though jolly risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some difficulty. The few liaison that she found for"lightlessness Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on smut sites for some ground. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those position. blackamoor penis CD's seemed impossible to regain in local medicine stores, so Becky had to progress to do with the MP3s that she got from her friends. Some of the girls at school were surprised that buttoned-down Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the lyrics were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the stiff beat and beat generation made her desire to trip the light fantastic toe. What she didn't mention to her curious friends was that the birdsong were stirring stronger impulse than just dancing ... and that on the uncommon occasion that cautious Becky Davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a Shirley Temple phallus song to attain the comfortably climax. More and more, she wanted to hear their music and see about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her admirer Lauren came over to visit, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music video that had been leaked online.

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

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

"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. face, it's a legitimate video, I got it from their internet site. It's the outset 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 unscathed running game off with a man's wife and daughter ..."

"wild huh ?"Lauren retorted, then added quietly."Doesn't it make you question if the rumors are true ..."

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

"The rumors about their Song being based on real events."Lauren said casually."A mom and girl together ! Can you imagine what kind of guy would perpetrate that off ! It's so HOT !"

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

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

"gross !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are More ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her excitement, afraid that Lauren would think her interest was LE than goodish."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 solitary video they have available for download. The site says they're saving the others for that interview."

"What audience ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few photos of celebrity on Becky's wall, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated TV diarist Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met famous person at the studio, and had gotten signed picture for her sister. Becky had even met a couple 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 character of music. I doubt she'd approve. You know how spiritual and button-down my parents are… Sarah is almost as bad."

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to tell her I bet Sarah will fill them ! You have to separate her you want their autographs ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and fit them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a rustle."That would be amazing ! Do you cogitate 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 Negroid Phallus."Still, Becky's head was reeling from all she was learning from her friend, and the thought process of possibly meeting Black Phallus !"Wow… I just can't believe they're going to be on that appearance ! It's supposed to be like a grievous news program."

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The whole Truth'and peach about their music being so popular in the order, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ endure no-holds barred, scoop interview and show the States and the rest of the worldly concern what Black phallus is all about ! I read all about it on their site. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

"Too bad !"Lauren sighed."Their web site says the interview will be live and uncensored, and there's some kind of exceptional on-demand pay-per-view kind of deal. There's supposed to be some variety of streaming video affair 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 ingest a credit card, and certainly wouldn't agree to pay to memory access a idiot box interview with a rap group that sang almost exclusively about sex.

Lauren continued."The site said that black penis is planning to show some of their other music picture and they'll be uncensored too ! Just think, if you thought this"diversionist"video was explicit, just ideate what the uncensored ones will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how a great deal juicy the Joseph Black phallus music picture could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her brain began to wander, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Shirley Temple Black Phallus might seduce their euphony videos. The thought of seeing erotic view unfolding while their music played excited Becky deeply. She began to redden, her face turning almost as red as her hair.

"Of course ... that's just the videos."Lauren said, seeing her friend's eyes widen with wonder, she decided to tease her shelter ally a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their exist shows ! I wonder if the interview will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ barbaric ’. On another occasion, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's narration of orgies and sex parties that the rapper supposedly threw on duty tour, or in recording studio apartment, or on the film set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in front of crowded night club. They were just ridiculous stories, neither little girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thoughts were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled imagery. Becky was getting incredibly horny. Lauren was still talking, but Becky wasn't really hearing her.

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

"Wha…what ?"Becky said, embarrassed.

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

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

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

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


In the two years since her college graduation, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young fair sex in American tv journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest scores of anybody in the stack communications field, and immediately found employment with a cable news show network. It was a thoroughly job too, as an"Entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should possess gone to somebody with more experience, but Jessica had the spring chicken and personality that the network administrator had wanted, and her inexperience made her salary low-cost. It also didn't hurt that she was gorgeous, with a Orcinus orca number, flawless white complexion, dazzling smile, and big low-spirited eyes. Her beautiful face was framed by a thick hatful of wavy, silky, blonde hair that she kept cut above her neckline. Her part was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a form of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'boldness, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her sexy outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's entertainment intelligence report card. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a year of her first appearance on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before long, her moving picture graced the masking of dozens of magazines, and she received many lucrative offers for modeling and advertising work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was disappointed that it seemed to focalize so much on her visual aspect. Money and exposure were positive, but Jessica didn't want to act or mold, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her youthful mental image, and began to coiffure a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her celebrated form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff uncovering shirts, Jessica began wearing house decorator suits in dark gloss. Little changed. Jessica felt more pro, but still the media, including her own network, seemed only to see a fairly expression who reported on lighter, fluffy, entertainment newsworthiness. On top of that, in spite of the fact that her mien had increased the network's military rating denary, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more money, she could lead the various clay sculpture and advertisement offers that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic wholeness that she desperately wanted to progress.

When her contract came up for renewal at the end of one yr, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do more in-depth audience, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather button-down, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the young ‘ entertainment correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was true that she could renounce, and try greener pastures, she didn't daring leave the network without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was erratic and had a short-term memory. With her husband billy out of work, and the thriftiness being what it was, Jessica didn't like the idea of being without a job when she'd been so closely to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another twelvemonth, she received a phone call from a rival network, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar spate as the host of a news program for their new entertainment-oriented news show network. In accession to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal helper and perhaps eventually a full staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the main anchor of a show would consecrate Jessica the opportunity to propose story estimate, and to do in-depth interview with controversial entertainment physical body. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the net would be looking down on her for reporting on that discipline because the whole meshwork was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little risk in taking the job. The meshing was going to pay her half of a year's salary up front, no drawstring attached, so even if the network didn't survive, she'd still have that money, and the experience. The incentives were countless. They wanted her so badly that she even managed to get them to hire her husband, Billy, for a soft job with their web. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the treat her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, B. B. King Network entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the sensitive scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful network. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the tidings media… minority and youth securities industry. To attract to this audience, KNEN combined serious flow affairs reporting with an nervy youthful image, and employed a vernal, minority-oriented staff to defend that double. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that mordant males seemed to contain the majority of the foreman executive staff. Jessica was glad to be working for such a progressive tense network. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen regnant. She always had novel fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea saltation piddle in her dressing room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her world popularity remained quite gamey. The sole thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex life. Strangely, in the class they'd been working at KNEN, nightstick seemed less and less interested in making passion to his beautiful, successful wife.

he-goat McFarland, too, always had a healthy supplying of bottled weewee in his office, but unlike his married woman, billy club was not happy at KNEN. First he didn't understand what his new job was supposed to be. All he knew was that he was going to be making more money, and that the workplace would be ‘ comfortable'since his exercise was basically a pourboire to his married woman. Then there were his workfellow. truncheon hadn't realized that he'd have to solve with so many blacks ! billy club had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no elision. He tried to soothe 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, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working tardy Night, doing the oeuvre that he was ineffective to designate, yet responsible to see done.

billystick wanted to kvetch to his supervisors, but they were all melanise men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. Billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make issue worse, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make her to a greater extent and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every dark, and billy club's debilitation and stress kept him from keeping up with her requirement. He hadn't been able to make water love to his young, aphrodisiacal married woman more than twice since the motility to KNEN six months ago. billy club knew that he was the sole thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every nighttime confused and saddened by her husband's sudden deficiency of pursuit in her body ... confused, saddened, and restless. She could tell there was something wrong, but as a good deal as she loved nightstick, and as eager as she was for their sex life to return to normal, she didn't have clock time to receive out what the job was. There were other matters on her judgement. Namely, her upcoming audience with the controversial rap grouping,"Black member ”.

"total darkness Phallus"was incredibly hot on the club circuit and among teenager and college scholar, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on boob tube because the grouping's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyric poem created figure of extreme point violence. What was unusual was that Black person Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of crimson imagery, but because of their sexually explicit nature. The few euphony videos the group made were rumored to be practically pornographic. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on television, on one of the cable music networks, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to take into account any epithelial duct to air their videos unless they were uncensored. The music video duct refused to air the TV without some edits for explicit cognitive content, and thus, the former Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their video recording available on their own internet site, with the exclusion of"The Wrecker ”, the video that had aired ( in censored var. ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their music, the group had managed to turn very popular in hole-and-corner circles, and beginning to have an impact on pop polish. Thus every cartridge holder, tv set program, and news meshing remotely connected with the amusement industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever seem to get one. And then, as the narration went, KNEN scored the unimaginable. Black penis agreed to an undivided interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the chemical group had been reached after weeks of broad, closed book talks with KNEN administrator. The talks were so mystic that even after week of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an exclusive interview. She was even more storm to key out that she would be the one expected to take the interview, and that she had only three Clarence Day to prepare ! Jessica knew that this would be her inaugural, best fortune to show that she could be a truly provocative journalist, rather than just some deskbound eye confect. As wind up as this chance was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her first major ‘ news'consultation, she'd had very little time to do any enquiry on the radical. selective information was limited, since no consultation had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a transcript of the group's CD and telecasting, before one was finally provided to her by Black penis's record recording label, component X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the concessions and accord that KNEN had been forced to make water, before the controversial group would agree to be interviewed. The web wanted an exclusive, no holds barred consultation with the rap group, a inhabit studio carrying into action, and the right to show any or all of the never-before-seen medicine videos that the group had produced. In commutation for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a whole ‘ quality time'evening to"Negro Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the audience. In improver to this, the mathematical group demanded that there be absolutely no censorship of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony videos. Further, the group also wanted their own engineer to man studio's equipment, so that a good deal of the normal KNEN studio bunch would not be present. What was Sir Thomas More, due to the controversial and instigative nature of some of their lyrics and political views, the chemical group insisted on surplus certificate quantity, including security mastery of the studio for extremity of their own security team. Finally, the radical demanded that the interview be conducted by a certain date, due to their loaded docket. This close shape had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to set up for her consultation. Being a hip, edgy, minority-oriented cable television word mesh, KNEN was in a location to satisfy the group's requirement. The major sticking degree the mesh had supposedly had was the security review payoff. To avoid any possible FCC obscenity violations and military issue, the network had suggested the idea of the pay-per-view audience with a ‘ possible explicit content'warning that the content may be of a"graphic or sexually explicit nature, and inappropriate for those under xviii years of age, and some former looker ”.

There was also to be a web simulcast, on a pay-members section of KNEN's internet site, and Black penis's website, with the Lapp bawdiness word of advice. Of course everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored programme, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to do some kind of steep promotional material stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked meg of dollars worth of lawsuits and supporter losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the hazard involved. So it was that all of the group 's conditions were met, and the interview was set up.

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

The truth was that both Black Phallus's record label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Lapplander organisation, Solomon Billie Jean Moffitt King's Ebony & Ivory Enterprises, Inc. To facilitate becloud this connectedness from the journalistic prowess of sealed newsman, the only interview that Black penis would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned various businesses, all with one major agenda, the sexual dominance of Negroid men over blanched women. For the most part, E & I controlled businesses were very subtle in their furtherance of the agendum. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to heighten blackened men's frame and intimate baron.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to cause an almost uncontrollable sexual arousal in woman, and cause impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's refrigerator was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was truncheon's water. This was monetary standard operable procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemicals to quietly capture individual adult female and even whole businesses, and then use them to bring forth interracial pornography or other materials to advance E & I's agenda. For security purposes, 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 K of employees, many of whom had no idea who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only connectedness between these job and E & I was that their topmost administrator were all X-serum-enhanced melanise men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon mogul. This way, all of the businesses could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Negro Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's agendum by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with interracial report. The plan was that the angry young black Male and rebellious blanched juvenility that listened to rap euphony would get a line this substance over and over through the euphony, and would be psychologically conditioned to believe every word of it. black male would become more sexually aggressive, and be encouraged act on sexual brush with White River char. White Male would begin to see pitch blackness male as sexual superiors, and feel embarrassed about their intimate inadequateness and small penises. White girls who heard the euphony would get to see clean Male as slimy and black Male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

lightlessness genus Phallus was the anchor of the Ingredient X label. The group was comprised of chemically heighten black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performing artist. Every call on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual world power of dim men, and subverting blanched manly sexuality. The ism that the group advocated was that black men were the sexual alpha Male of the human slipstream. As such, black males had the right to fuck and breed any cleaning lady, every adult female, they wanted… even married women, and especially white women. What right way to prove their call than by seducing a beloved, espouse American picture on idiot box ? So it was that Black Phallus's first single interview would be granted to fellow E & I subsidiary, KNEN, and its hotshot reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

'' Ms. McFarland ? '' Sarah Davenport smiled as she poked her pass around her chief 's spread out place doorway ; `` I have those unedited copies of the"lightlessness Phallus"CD and music video you wanted to see. Where should I put them ?"

Jessica looked up from her young help and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of papers on the leftfield of her desk. Sarah put the textile on top of the papers stack. Before Sarah left the elbow room Jessica motioned for her to ride out.

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 twenty, with long dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing dark people of colour, buttoned-up neckband, and a rather unfashionable style of glasses. Although she might have behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very detectable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their attentions a second thought process though, as she was very buttoned-down and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite hopeful, with an excellent temperament and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's pauperization. They had formed a finish, sister-like bond in the few calendar month they'd worked together. They were on maiden name full term, though Sarah thought it significant to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at oeuvre. Anything less might weaken Jessica's government agency, and Sarah was very fast to Jessica, and wanted to make trusted she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a seat and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her phone conversation.

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

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

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

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

Jessica had been listening to her assistant moaning in thwarting for often of the day. It was funny to listen to her. Sarah was a spiritual girl and never swore. She never used the Almighty's name in vain either. She didn't even say"tinker's dam"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made incoherent groans, sighs, groan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blond assistant smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an helper for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their assistant 's problems."I 'm for certain I can solve it on my own. I don't like calling tech support ... those big guys messing around under my desk while I'm working makes me uncomfortable. I 'll have time to work it while you're at your meeting ... which reminds me ... is n't it about time for you to get going ? ``

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

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the interview with Shirley Temple member is tomorrow night ? Some of their representative are coming by to find out out the studio. I need you to exhibit them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some medical intern. ``

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

Jessica saw the constrained expression on Sarah's aspect. `` I think it's just a couple of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very significant takeover for our mesh. I need you to confirm me here Sarah. Put on a intrepid human face, dash them that winning grinning of yours, and you 'll be OK ! Besides, you know how these grouping are, it's probably all just a caboodle of shock value hoopla and image anyway. It 's O.K., honestly, it will be fine. '' It was easygoing for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the TV, and she'd been ineffectual to acquire copy until deep in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an consultation is as big news as this one is, we have to throw forfeiture to get the first sally at the story. The radical had only had a couple of evening free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two days !"

The report about Black member's limited availability was a concoction made up by E & I. The material reason that Jessica was being limited to two years of enquiry time was a protection precaution. Jessica was a good journalist, and Solomon baron wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to determine a connection between her own employer, and the controversial rap 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 champion of hers had given her. One of those ... songs ... came up. It was obscene ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked euphony like that ?"

Jessica knew that Sarah was very tender about vulgarity and sexually explicit material, and had always attributed it to her religious nurture. But hearing that Sarah's younger sister grew up in the like menage and enjoyed this controversial medicine genuinely surprised Jessica."You said that your baby actually liked their medicine ?"

"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 early night and told me that she'd heard about this interview and asked me if I could get her and her friend into the studio that night ! As if I would be a party to her listening to that dirt ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her preferred music radical ! She actually wanted to meet these disgusting thugs and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the finespun dialogue around this audience, I doubt we can stimulate a VIP guest in the studio that night. Security is going to be extra tight when these cat are here, and the group will have their own security as well."

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

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

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

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

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

"That's not the half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio apartment's agreement with pitch blackness genus Phallus allows for nakedness, profanity, and sexual acts during the whole programme. In fact, the whole broadcast will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature content disclaimer and a paw full of commercial, 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 guarantee of the nature of the broadcast's contents. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the audience will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The inquiry I gave you said they like to arrange promotional material stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring womanhood from the consultation up on leg and ... and ..."

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

Like the reports about Joseph Black penis's limited availableness, the reports about their demands for uncensored airtime was also a cover account. Solomon magnate was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television format and the web simulcast. Such broadcast, with warm disclaimer, would allow them to broadcast sexually expressed music videos, give up of FCC intervention. Of class, it would earmark them to transmit any sexually explicit content ... not just from the medicine videos, but also anything that might transpire in the news show studio apartment. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by video 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 deep breath. The trueness was, she was a picayune worried, but was forcing herself to remain cool off."But I'm a pro diary keeper, but these Guy are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a group this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's genius reporter, the network is not about to let me come to any harm ! ``

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

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

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

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the tintinnabulation. It was not a typical meshing band. It was a arresting sept heirloom in gold, platinum, and adamant. The platinum band was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold radiation diagram. This fragile pattern had been the cause of the annulus 's protracted agree adjustment. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

'' He must love you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so nice to see a sweet lady friend so in dearest with a prissy man."I'm sure you'll be very well-chosen together !"

"I hope so."smiled Sarah,"I love Brad. I hope I can make him happy. He's been so patient with me ... with my impression I mean."

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

Recently the raw intimate impulse that she'd so easily suppress since her teenage long time had grown incredibly inviolable. She didn't fully understand why, and could only ideate that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was dying to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself favourable that he'd had to go on a occupation misstep to Europe for a few month. She would experience hated to make in to her urges so close to her get married day ! Still, Sarah's desperate horniness had only gotten high-risk since Brad's loss two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every nighttime she went to kip 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 mind vagabondage to her recent desires and recently frequent thoughts of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be worse for Brad. As difficult as it is to follow them sometimes, these are my beliefs. I mean, believe that my body is a temple, and that my virginity is a natural endowment to precious to be given away before spousal relationship. I'm not having sex before marriage ceremony because I believe its wrong. The just rationality Brad's not having sex before marriage is because I refuse him. I won't have sex ... and he can't because I can't. It must be really difficult for him. But he's going to be so thrilled that we waited !"

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

"I know how he feels ! I'm in the Lapp gravy holder right now with Billy."Jessica absent-mindedly responded, reflecting on her married man's impotence.

"What ?"Sarah turned to her genus Bos, furrowing her brow in confusion."What did you say ?"

Jessica realized too recently what she had said. She couldn't believe she'd been that careless ! nightstick would be humiliated if he knew that she'd told anybody about his Recent epoch ‘ trouble ’. No topic how frustrating her husband's impotence had become, she shouldn't be mentioning it to her Pres Young repository !

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the meeting could run a little hanker. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to go forward the conversation. She didn't want to take a chance re-opening the study she had barely closed. billy goat's impotency had become a source of creeping and intense defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the mystic slip. She wasn't about to take that danger again.

"Okay,"Sarah shrugged."I guess I'll just go back to working on that information processing system problem then. I'll see you tomorrow."

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

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite unaired, working together in their few months and farseeing hours at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be able to drop anchor a news political platform, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a bully career, and a great marriage…

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

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

Sarah was in her small office, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic program on her computer for much of the day. nil she tried seemed to form, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computing device when there was a knock at her room access.

Sarah opened the room access to find two very gravid, very muscular, very black-market gentlemen towering in front of her. One wore a black suit, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants kit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a duad of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange strand necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetric links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but witness both of the men very big. In addition to their height, the men were both very powerful. Their skin was a flawless, rich, strong, chocolate Robert Brown. Their cologne was intoxicating.

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

"Y..yes."Sarah stammered, her bright greenness eye darting from one dark face to the other. The former man stood, silent and expressionless, his oculus hidden by the stylize shades he wore. Sarah stared up at the two men towering over her. There was an uneasy secrecy until the man in the cause finally spoke.

"My name is Tom Watkins, I'm a representative for total darkness penis. I believe you were expecting us."

"YES ! Right ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own strange behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her groom-to-be that she'd been feeling over the cobbler's last couplet of months. What was coming over her ? There was an sticky silence while Sarah tried to assemble her intellection. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's petite white manus in his titan black palm. Firmly, he held her bridge player while he examined down at the closed chain on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the ring. Sarah couldn't William Tell, thanks to his mirror-lens eyeglasses. 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 heavyweight didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingers while he continued silently admiring her engagement halo ... Sarah was hesitant to pull her hand away, and was afraid to mouth to the giant man holding her paw. She just looked at him ... looking at her ringing ... The three were unsounded for several seconds before Sarah worked up the nerve to verbalise to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring giant holding her hired hand.

"Ms. McFarland asked me to evince you guys around the studio. 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 hand. It was shaking. She waited for the man to elaborate, but he didn't, so she was forced to ask for illumination."What is it that you need me to show you ?"

"Everything."He responded simply. Again, he did not elaborate. Sarah shivered, she felt a tingling in her breakwater ... the same one she'd felt the Night Brad had proposed. The same one that had been building up over the in conclusion few week. The same ... but stronger.

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to relieve oneself for sure everything you have is compatible with pitch blackness member's indigence, for tomorrow dark's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can help you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her center were glued to the dummy smuggled Lens on the blank shell bleak face of the s man. He smelled so sound !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the second man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily mistreat backward into her place,"I have a gravid composition of gear that I need you to help me test tonight. It could ask much of the dark, but I trust I can count on your make out co-operation."

"Of course,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a spell, still staring into the highly brooding crystalline lens of the 2nd man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her reflection ... her delicate white features framed and overwhelmed by his masculine grim features."I'm here to see that all your needs are met. I want to assist you in any way that I can."

"Of form you do !"The man said, placing his large inkiness hands on either English of Sarah's easygoing Patrick Victor Martindale White facial expression. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her office. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 hours later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the function that afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"Black person Phallus"TV bottom. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking yesteryear Sarah's office doorway, and heard the unmistakable speech sound of her youth assistant moaning and swearing, coming from inside. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her help's unregenerate streak. No doubt, Sarah was still having job with her computing machine and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on he-goat's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't help it. It had been months since the two of them were intimate, and researching Black person genus Phallus's sexually explicit lyric poem had only heightened Jessica's sexual tautness. Even talking about sex in dim full term seemed to make her long for a fucking that she hadn't been able to get in months ... and wouldn't be getting in the foreseeable future. She knew there was something causing Billy stress, but he wouldn't tell her anything. darn him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't funfair. billy club was her husband, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put intellection of her marriage out of her forefront and started to thumb through some of the inquiry 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 !

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

If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's room access, she would have been shocked by the mess. The office was a mess. written document had been thrown around the room. The computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in composition on the floor. On Sarah's desk, in plaza of the discarded data processor, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, naked the great unwashed of grim and white lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Good Shepherd FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! shag YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah Davenport as she felt the massive black turncock pushing recondite and deeper into her recently virginal livid pussy. She would suffer been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, Pres Young, virginal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted hair and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her somewhat white brass. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her button-down wear, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening sudor that caused her placid Theodore Harold White peel to glisten like wet oriental alabaster.

Sarah's naked white body was bent over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his tumid Negro cock between Sarah's full, balmy, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his heavyset black irradiation, using her soft Patrick Victor Martindale White flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the swollen pitch-black cock-head sticking up between her breasts. Behind Sarah, the big black in the dark glasses ( whose name Sarah still didn't know ) had his big black helping hand on her bantam white waste product, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monumental black cock into the pretty White assistant.

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

"OH DEAR nooky GOD !"Sarah swore."OH Henry Sweet Savior ... piece of tail ME ... screw ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious little girl had learned to revalue in the survive few hours ...

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

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

The lightlessness laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The blacks laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless scantling asked."Tell me ... how long has that inadequate dumb whiteboy been waiting to lie with THIS pussy that I'm FUCKING right NOW WITH MY BIG nigra rooster ?

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

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

"quadruplet ... .YEARS .... SIR ! !"Sarah added.

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the dark glasses increased the pace of his jab."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... eld !"she gasped.

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

As the Black laughed at their own antic question, Sarah Davenport let out a blood-curdling scream of orgasm. She had waited xxiv twelvemonth to give 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 pitch-dark men in barely four minutes !

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

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

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

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

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

"I ... was ... a ... Virgo ... before ... your ... big ... black ... tool !"

"LOUDER BITCH !"the black fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your slit while you scream that diddly-squat ! !"

"OH ass YES ! ! ! YES SIR ! ! f"Sarah cried ... somehow, that was the aphrodisiac idea she'd ever heard in her life."I ... WAS ... A ... .VIRGIN BEFORE YOUR BIG BLACK prick ! ! !

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black stud fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her sassing and titty. As they wanted, she was still screaming the world-class loggerheaded jet plane of Watkins'hot cum blasted her pretty white nerve. She was still screaming it through cum-covered backtalk when she felt the nameless stud's pecker shooting its hot, powerful seed into her no-longer virginal E. B. 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 consultation programme. Sarah was shocked by their plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"supporter us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more contraband peter ... starting tonight !"

"I'm in !"Sarah smiled weakly, her fount 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 to a greater extent of that seraphic white pussy. You might need to make clean this way up a fiddling bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studhorse threw some apparel on and left the way. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on imperfect legs and surveyed the chaos of her office. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her babe's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so despairing to meet the Black phallus rappers. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP go to the studio apartment the next night. Then she thought about what would take place to Becky if she had granted that request, and that thought turned her on !

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

Sarah picked up her phone, laying on the level with the telephone receiver off cradle and emitting an obnoxious beeping that indicated the origin was disconnected. She reset the disconnect button, and punched in a earphone number. Becky's voice mail answered, so Sarah started to allow a message.

"Hi, Becky. It's your babe. flavor, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a moment. Sarah didn't want to just fall right out and say why she changed her judgement ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a issue of hours."I met with some spokesperson from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about Black penis that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. security measures is just too tight for me to get you a VIP pass but I really want to make up sure you see this audience so I'm going to netmail you my acknowledgment scorecard number so that you can orderliness it on pay-per-view or lookout man online. I'll try and get their autographs for you too."

Sarah thought for a moment yearner. She really wanted to do better for her babe. She wanted to get her some black cock."Becky ... make sure you retain your phone on you that night. Maybe I can coif something else for you. Bye for now"

billy club McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been dwelling 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 Day, so he wanted to take advantage of the time alone by trying to get his cock up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an minute, but couldn't manage an erection. He gave up and switched over to some network television. He was still watching it when Jessica got dwelling house. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a picayune strip tease for him, slowly taking off her business enterprise dress and getting down to her bra and step-in. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the boldness and giving his tool a blue liquidity crisis. subdued and limp.

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

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

"It's okay honey."Jessica sighed, trying to hide her frustration."We'll get through this. She threw on a insouciant shirt and slacks, then left the bedchamber. If she couldn't work on her disintegrating sex aliveness and marriage, she could exploit on her interview questions and research. Jessica went to her home function, powered up her electronic computer and began studying her inquiry and questions that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of 2d and one-third lines of questioning. She thought of different ways of phrasing her questions, in suit she needed to rephrase anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the music videos. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her time as best she could. She looked at the trail listing on the CD, and marked the lead that were on her music DVDR. She could decamp the those tracks and observe their videos later, thus saving a fiddling metre ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ skank ’. It was close to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into reckoner and plugged in a distich 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 scan some words from some of the birdsong, but hadn't procured a copy of the to the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music videos. Every 1 Sung on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a appeal of bad words though. The strain on"Only cancel"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the call were all about black men having sex with White River women, all kinds of Patrick Victor Martindale White women ; vernal, former, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's liner notes. The grouping contended that all of the song on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly shocking claim, considering the tale told in some of the song, particularly the some of the account that the songs told.

This first song was called"sizing doe subject ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your gentlewoman know it's reliable, sizing DOES MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally large penises. The song underscored the whole doctrine of the group, and demonstrated why every cart track on the CD was about mixed sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the prolongation of a preposterous myth.

"Reparations"was about a black history undertaking in a college division, where Edward D. White students had to become ‘ slave'for black students for two weeks. The gabardine female person students end up becoming sex slaves for black men, while the livid manlike students were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the exorbitant story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about race relations and the fright that many whites have of integrating with the black residential area. Maybe these rappers weren't just untalented shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the outrageous stories the songs told, the explicit language slowly started to spring up on her. Many of more the Song seemed to be clapper in cheek. Jessica decided that the songs must intended as some form of racial satire, and that the ‘ true chronicle'title were just voice of the act, made to get controversy and word-of-mouth. That was why the vocal were so outrageous.

"dear, I'm home base"told the floor of a T. H. White man who comes home early, only to detect his wife in bed with the black neighbor. Jessica saw this call as a comment on the prejudice awe that white people have of living in the Lapplander neighborhood with blacks.

"Higher encyclopaedism"was about an suburban highschool schooling that has to set to an influx of African-American students when an inner urban center 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 elder seduce all the white girls and the hot Elwyn Brooks White teachers. Jessica again saw this Sung dynasty as an using of racist fright and social comment on white flying from the privileged city.

"Big genus Bos Man"told the story of a white man vying for a promotion. He invites his shameful foreman home for home-cooked epicurean dinner. When the boss meets his employee's sexy Andrew Dickson White wife, he tells the couple that he'll hold her husband the publicity, if she lets him eff her. The husband wants to say no, but before he can, the wife quickly agrees ! The giant star disastrous man fucks the white wife on the dinner table, not bothering to eat any of the solid food or clear the table first. The next hebdomad, the political boss gives the furtherance to another black man ... whom the white married woman also happily agrees to eff ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to break approbative action.

"flavour pin"was about a white college cheerleading squad throwing a triumph orgy for the blackness basketball game squad. There was a ‘ humorous'whirl at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's team ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high-pitched schoolhouse and college. Jessica was diffident what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smiling at the melodic theme of the dumb athletic supporter'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyrics to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the euphony itself was quite good. The wakeless bass part rhythm were strong and coursed through her organic structure, making her want to trip the light fantastic toe, or at least move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 instrumentalist and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and actuate around the room.

Jessica let the firm, relentless musical rhythm overtake her, and began to dance as the medicine continued. It had been a retentive time since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little aroused. The lyrics still played through the music, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass part that she barely heard them…at least not on a witting level. The lyric barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the speech rhythm of the bass coursing through her dead body. She barely noticed the more lurid tone the strain began to claim. In fact, Jessica was becoming so enamored by the music that she missed the fact that the next song was featured as one of her medicine picture, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' Nigga In The Wood hatful '', the following track, was an even more humourous song than the previous 1. Using music sample distribution from the old silly love life Song,"You're Having My infant ”, It told the tale about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first nestling. When the baby is born, its inglorious, and the husband discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

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

"Hot Edward Douglas White Jr. Momma"was about the plight of a"sweet young Theodore Harold White wife"to give birth a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a black lover !

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

"Soccer Mom"was about a Andrew Dickson White woman who finds herself compelled to toy with her high-school-soccer playing son's black teammates.

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, racist white college girlfriend who is angry that her parents'marriage is ending because of her mother's affair with a bootleg man. The black man moves into the home and has to verify his authority over the girl showing her just why her mother left her sire for him.

"Man Of The planetary house"told the narration of a black drifter who is taken in by a good Christian conservative family, and how within a calendar week he seduced both of the family's twin daughter. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girl at once, the father is outraged, but the married woman is so turned on she joins in !

The last runway was the title running,"Only cancel ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so much that she failed to notice that this vocal was featured in one of her music TV, and that she'd intended to skim it. The Sung underscored the philosophy of black male sexual superiority and authority, from the angle of ‘ natural natural selection ’. black men were the alpha male person, and had the ‘ natural'right wing to multiply any woman they wanted. The vocal contended that bass down, every fair sex knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially Theodore Harold White woman. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by lightlessness men. It was ‘ only lifelike ’.

By the end of the last racecourse, Jessica was sweating, and her entire eubstance was tingling. She realized that after weeks of being uninfluenced, the sexually explicit lyrics of"Black Phallus"had aroused her. She needed billy, and she needed him…immediately. She threw assailable the doorway to her position and went to her bedroom. billystick was asleep. She kissed him deeply, rousing him from his slumber, and slid her hand down the front of his pants… nothing. She gently bit his ear lobe. Billy muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed satisfaction, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her authority, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lustfulness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too bruise up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music videos on her desk and grabbed the rubric that attracted her aid earlier… something called"Elwyn Brooks White marriage ceremony, Blacked Bride ”. It was the one track that she'd skipped while listening to the CD. She put in the DVDR of the music television into her computing device. Not wanting to wake truncheon, she plugged her headphones back into the reckoner and sat down at her desk to determine the telecasting. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass coursed through her consistency, again igniting a fire that no cold-blooded shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big sorry middle locked onto the projection screen as the first off range flickered to lifespan. What happened next was like an out of consistency experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White nuptials, Blacked St. Brigid"music video seemed to be a serial publication of vignette about Saint Bridget ditching their hostler on their wedding ceremony day, so they could be with fatal men. The video opened with bell playing Mendelsohn's wedding ceremony March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive freshwater bass beat, and a female chorus chiming the words"I Do"repeatedly.

The possibility scene showed the doorknocker standing on a stage similar to those one would see in a strip club, terminated with provocative alien dancer. The backdrop were of backlit stained methamphetamine hydrochloride ‘ walls ’, evocative of church service window. The terpsichorean were all young blanched women, wearing assorted skimpy outfits evocative of a espousal motif. All the girls were slight, with full breasts and long, lustrous fuzz. Each little girl wore a espousal caul of some sorting, E. B. White high-heels, and some skimpy whitened intimate apparel. One girlfriend, a blonde, was wearing a lace bustier and pantie. Another female child, a brunet, wore a lacey bra and panties and long, flannel satin glove. A third girlfriend, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and thong step-in, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other lady friend in the screen background were similarly attired.

The young lady danced with the aid of 'stripper rod', similar to those aspect in landing strip clubs. Jessica noted that the perch were painted a rich, dark mahogany brown and were highly polished. As the girl danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown terminal, they mouthed the word of honor to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the camera cut to a close-up of one of the blond. She turned her big gamy optic directly into the camera and sang the lyric `` I Do ... I Do blackness Men, And Only Black Men '' !

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

The screen cut to a beautiful blonde bride walking down the aisle, then standing, facing her stableboy, looking up at him adoringly, and smiling sweetly. Jessica recognized the bride as the dancer that had closed the preceding scene. As the music continued, the camera shot showed that the Saint Bride was in fact looking over the groom's shoulder joint, at the ripe man… a handsome, bald, disastrous man ... obviously portrayed by one of the rappers. The bride smiles adoringly, looking into the rapper 's face. The rivet runs his tongue over his mouth slowly, the Saint Bridget nods, hypnotized… We see her toy nervously with her bouquet.

The scene changes to the sunny outside of the church as the St. Brigid and groom emerge to a shower of rice or birdseed from all many of the marriage guest. They rush to the limo, where the hostler gallantly opens the door for his married woman and lets her in ... but before he can climb in, the car suddenly pulls away from the curb. A large pitch-dark manus reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding guest stand, stunned, on the church steps, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bridget. The usual"Just Married"signal has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the Interior Department of the limo, to a stuffy up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her knee, between B-Love 's bare lightlessness legs. She is apparently giving him oral sex. Her top dog bobsled up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and veil leaping gently with her crusade. Her read/write head bob are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

*********

A shiver went up Jessica 's rachis when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a blatant contempt of the institution and church property of matrimony. Instead, the brass of the TV excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the legal action on the concealment, and the unshakable heart rate of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the cover, she'd stopped taking notes. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her branch, resting her deal on her inguen.

The chorus began again, and the scene shifted back to the 'stripper'mount. This time it ended on a close up unlike professional dancer, the redhead. Like the blond, she looks directly into the camera, unblinking, and mouths the run-in `` I Do Black Men, And Only total darkness Men ''.

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

This metre, the scope is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a unlike wedding ceremony, with a different groom, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and hostler in the reception line, greeting their node. A large disgraceful man comes up to the Saint Bride and smile seductively, taking her hired man and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his declamatory total darkness hands over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her centre widen in blow momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The stableman stands, staring, shocked at this behaviour. He puts his script on his wife's shoulder and tries to pull her away ... but she slaps his mitt, without stopping the kiss. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the St. Brigid, grabs the married man's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the base. Then, as all the Edgar Guest stare in shock, the black rivet picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her bouquet over his broad shoulders and a petite, tan blonde bridesmaid catches it. The girl holds the redolence and a looking around confused ... then sees another black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her hand, and leads her out of the room behind the Bride and her black stud ! The fragrance falls to the story, and the vista cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the lyrics `` I Do Black Men, And Only Shirley Temple Men ''.

********
Jessica almost instinctively let her finger snake down the figurehead of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in time with the music. It was such a rude response, she didn't even mark she was doing it.
Jessica 's rubbing became more frantic as she watched the next vignette Menachem Begin ...

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

This vignette shows this pretty white bride dancing with her stableboy. A black scantling walks up behind the groom, staring at the pretty bride lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's eyes, taps the groom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic with the bride. The stableman seems to object at for the first time, but the St. Bride smiles at the stud, and gently pushes the bridegroom away. The Negro rivet pulls her close for the dancing, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black stud smile ... There is another cut, this prison term to a all-embracing injection of the dance floor, replete of professional dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Bridget, who does not look to be anywhere on the dance floor. The camera pans across the crowd, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a close up of the doorway. There we see the beautiful Bridget, pinned against the wall, her huge white skirt hitched up around her shank, while the black stud poker jab against her mercilessly ... all in time with the beat of the music…

*************
Jessica was also keeping time with the medicine. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the full throws of warmth, so enraptured with the television that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone aware of how wantonly she was masturbating as she watched the video recording ! Her font was prime, as she writhed in her chairperson, frantically rubbing her pussy while watching the military action unfold. Her nimble blanched fingers probed abstruse and deeper into the folds of her pink pussy, rubbing her clit methodically… staying in rhythm with the music. It was a miracle her eyes even managed to stay out-of-doors and centre on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly groan as the adjacent vignette played ... and the next ... and the adjacent.

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

Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White St. Bridget ditches her Edward White bridegroom for some black stud.

We see a white St. Bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding bar. The groom lovingly feeds his bride a bite of cake. There is a bleak waiter standing behind him, staring at the bride ... she meets his regard, and sucks the white frosting off her bridegroom's finger's breadth. Then she holds up a while of bar for the stableboy. As he tries to burn his cake, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his centre, the mordant server whisks the St. Brigid and the cake out of reception hall and into the kitchen ... with the disastrous kitchen staff stare at the duo hungrily. The slam cuts to the St. Bridget's expensive Patrick White dress lying in a pile on the filthy kitchen floor. The camera pans up to demonstrate the St. Bride lying across the kitchen's preparation table. She wears goose egg but a few strategically placed smirch of Edward Douglas White Jr. cake frosting. She writhes in ecstasy as several brace of large black helping hand smear more cake frosting all over her whitish ovalbumin skin. The television camera circles the table as a heavy, half-naked bootleg men surround the writhing white bride and begin licking the ice off her au naturel eubstance. The camera stops between the Saint Bride's branch ... but the eyeshot of her kitty-cat is blocked by a smuggled man's bald-pated head ! She rests her lily-white bridge player, with its shining marriage ceremony tintinnabulation, on the black man's bald head !

Another vignette shows a pretty blonde, sitting at the banquet mesa with her groom. The bridegroom is talking to his full man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the St. Brigid on the shoulder and rustle in her ear. The Saint Bridget's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a word to her married man, the Bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a dressing room. Opening the door, she finds 3 sinister men groping her maid-of-honor. The Brigid smiles and turn to the bride's housemaid who led her to the room ... she's already stripping out of her pink dress. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the manor hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the table ... he looks down the manse ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the door behind her ! The photographic camera shows several ready cuts of hands ( black men's hands and white char's paw ) ripping the livid nightdress from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another vignette shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The door of her dressing room opens. She turns to see a liberal inglorious janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the bride sitting there, the janitor pauses for a instant, smiling at the lovely white daughter. An enormous bulge rises in the crotch of his cover-alls ... the Bridget's oculus widen and she smiles and rosiness. The janitor, seeing her chemical reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the fertilisation room. We cut to wedding party in the front of the church, waiting for the bride so they can begin the ceremony. A beautiful woman, presumably the St. Brigid's female parent, pass to the changing room to get her daughter. She knocks on the door ... and it suddenly jerks receptive to reveal her beautiful white girl on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneel in forepart of a pitch blackness man in her full bridal gown ! The mother stares for a moment, before another pitch-black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and drags her into the room.

This following vignette featured a fresh-faced brunet, being carried across the door of her honeymoon suite. The ostler kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grinning ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should wait, and that he wants to fill a shower first. The bride horned pout, while the hostler steps into the bathroom. Then there is a knock at the door. It 's one of the hotel employees, a well-favoured black man, with a costless nursing bottle of Champagne. The bride smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the groom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The black studhorse looks at the closed bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's consistency, ending on her beautiful face ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her lower lip and shuffling her substructure under her dress.

The following shot was made from a suspiciously low Angle, showing the ostler coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the television camera, and his jaw drops. The camera pulls back ... now we see the hostler in the desktop. In the foreground, on either side of the screen, are the bride 's ramification sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the euphony. Suddenly, the black man rises from between the girl 's stage, blocking our scene of the ostler. He continues thrusting into the girl, in time with her leg bounces, and the round of the bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is bare his brawny black body shine with sweat. He takes a swig of champagne from the feeding bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the bride. All the while, he continues thrusting, in time with the euphony 's beat. The Saint Bride's lily White River hands run up over his bureau, and around his shoulders and neck as he dives back into legal action, out of the camera dig. The stableman is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

sarcasm can be a loathsome thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's oculus bolted out-of-doors, as she shot up from her electric chair, quickly pulling her helping hand from her pantie ... and found herself looking at a disjointed, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the dark hallway, just beyond the spread out threshold of Jessica's berth, his eyes glancing from his married woman to the silver screen of her figurer, and back again. The expression on his face perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed bridegroom in the honeymoon rooms.

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

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

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

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

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

But that was Billy 's entire problem. The Shirley Temple Black men at work were treating him like hoot ... now he found his wife masturbating to the picture of muscular Negro men and Edward Douglas White Jr. adult female in a music video. It was more than he could stand.

'' It 's a bunch of god damn nigger ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racialist oral communication, 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 side of meat of nightstick that she really did n't like.

'' I 'll state you what 's gotten into me, '' billy goat cried, `` I 'm lying alone in my bed while my wife is watching picture and imagining herself with a crew of God-damned niggers ! ``

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

As soon as the Holy Writ left Jessica 's mouth, she regretted them. She wished she could call for them back, but she could n't, it was too late. Billy 's eyes widened with anger ... or fear ... or lugubriousness. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt cat to her breadbasket. Her end comments left her sate with guilt. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so terrible ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computer monitor. The TV had ended. She had no mind what the finale picture was. She thought about the fact that there were some other music videos she wanted to review, but after the fight with her husband, she didn't think she'd be able to reduce 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 hubby, no doubt they'd be up half the night talking. As practically as she wanted to sort things out with baton, tomorrow night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home office. She grabbed a mantle from the linen W.C. and a bottle of water before stripping down to her underwear and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her capitulum down on her pillow and closed her oculus, mentation and self-distrust swam through her tired idea. Her marriage had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been sexual with her husband in months, but now she was n't even able to sleep side by side to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this metre ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her error ? Had she been so focalise on her vocation lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able to centralize on her personal life after the succeeding night 's interview with Black Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to log Z's. She resolved that things would change ... after she got through the consultation. Yes ... after the interview, matter would be unlike !

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

The church service was replete of faceless guests.

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

The St. Bridget stood in her fecundation way, adjusting her veil in the great standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her expression. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large ebony deal on the St. Brigid 's shoulder.

The groom stood at the Lord's table, the music stopped.

The client'heading turned too scout the Saint Brigid 's approach.

The bride lookout in the mirror as two with child black hands circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded blanched corset to shreds. White bone and beadwork fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The black man 's hired hand slideway over the newly exposed white belly of the bride ... and over her broad white breasts.

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

The node turn to each early, there are murmurs of confusion.

The Brigid watches as the black man 's hands move over her knocker pinching and teasing her stiffening pink mammilla, then up under the humeral veil, lifting it out of the way ... revealing the side of Jessica McFarland.

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

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

Jessica bolted just in the bed, her entire livid chest heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd better pack a cold shower and get to work and get up for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the coldness water up high-pitched. For some reason her skin felt like it was on flaming. It wasn't pain sensation, it was an sinful sensibility, one that could only be attributed to a heightened State Department of sexual tension. This was the same sexual tenseness that had been building up through weeks and weeks of sexlessness. This was the same tension that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black member's explicit video. It was the Sami sexual latent hostility that had led her to squall at Billy…and give her that unspeakable nightmare. How could she masturbate while watching that video ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that ambition make her wake up so horny ?

Thanks to her aspiration, her guilt was in to the full gear. She tried to prompt herself that she'd been trying to start lovemaking with Billy for calendar month, but her own fearful Logos kept coming back to haunt her. How could she accept said those awful things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more positive she became that Billy 's impotency was somehow her defect. He must take felt neglected by her recent vocation focus, or maybe threatened by her recent winner. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the insensate urine cascaded over her perfect flannel body, Jessica planned her even. After the interview, they would go out for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would hand billy club a dainty massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be prissy and relaxed, and then she 'd induct making love. To produce certainly it would n't fail, she 'd pop out off by giving him oral sex. Oral sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the opinion of taking a member in her mouth to be gross.

Once Jessica was out of the shower, she selected some of her sexiest lingerie. She decided that would wear it all day, so that when she and Billy got home plate, she could shed her clothing right in nominal head of him, and let him see what she had planned. The intimate apparel set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden closet lingerie store, and had been saving it for her anniversary. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong step-in, a matching supporter rap, and a pair of black thigh-high hose down stockings.

As she dressed in the tout ensemble, she admired her reflection in her uncut mirror. The blackness lace and satin complimented her honest complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her chassis. The scanty rode her hips creating a French-cut V in the front, while leaving her beautiful round white ass exposed with the lash back. The garter complimented the bra and panty set, and the thigh-high dark hose gave the sexiness of fishnet stockings, without looking unprofessional under a skirt. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black skirt and sports coat that could be worn on-air for the eve's audience and then to dinner at a nice restaurant afterwards. By the time Jessica was completely dressed, Billy was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

'' I 'm sorry honey, '' Jessica cooed, resting a soft hand on her husband 's shoulder, `` I never should have said those fearsome matter ! ''

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his married woman. She 'd been very deleterious to him cobbler's last night, but she always had such a dulcet part. It was always seemed both girlishly innocent and seductively throaty at the Lapplander time.

'' I 'm dreary too ... '' Billy shrugged, looking down at his place, once again, unable to look his wife in the eyes, `` its just ... you know ... ''

'' I know all about it honey ! '' Jessica said softly. She took his Kuki-Chin in her mitt and raised his face so that he was forced to make eye contact. `` I think I understand why you 've been so tip over lately. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' Billy felt his rake first to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrong thing to say. Her guilt trip over the previous night took cargo deck again ... again casting herself as the remiss wife. It was bad enough that this naming had taken so a great deal of her attention lately, but then for him to see her masturbating to one of their video recording ... And what a video ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the opening 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 punk tonight in the studio ... and ... Well, given what I 've learned about them, I 'm ... afraid that they 'll try something funny. ``

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

'' I do n't think it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a compromising timbre, `` but they might try some kind of promotion stunt ... nil grievous, but something you might not like. The meshwork really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the saki of the display. ``

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

Jessica looked at her hubby lovingly, and kissed him. In bitchiness of the awe-inspiring things she 'd said to him the Night before, he still wanted to give her his love and financial support.

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

'' perfective tense ? '' truncheon 's rarity was peaked, `` What do you imply ? ''

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

'' Really ? '' billystick smiled eagerly `` What ? ``

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

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


When Jessica arrived at the studio, she had a quick meeting with her producer and went over the programme for that evening's appearance. It was established that Jessica would pose a little background signal information on the group, and stick in each of the music videos before conducting the interview with Black phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mess with Billy the late eventide she hadn't been able to watch all the videos. Seeing the picture before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare more questions. The only very job 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 burnt umber, water, or juice. This was not the face today. It was almost midday before Sarah finally did evidence up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like about of the work party, Sarah was usually uneasy on broadcast years, but today she seemed risky. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this behavior, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rapper were foul and disgusting, and feared what sort of ‘ publicity stunt'they might pull in the studio. Sarah was no dubiousness 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 perfective make-up looked rushed, maybe even slept-in. Sarah looked very stock and her clothes also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the like clothes she had worn the former day ! Had the inadequate girl not sleep ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the opportunity to verbalise with her Lester Willis Young friend and assistant.

"Sarah, is everything all right ?"Jessica asked, resting a hand on her assistant's shoulder,"You seem out of sorts 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 dawning, and you seem a short unhinge today. Are you sure as shooting you're OK ? Are those.. aren't those the Saame dress you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough Night last night. Up variety of late… you know…"

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

"Well, I was helping total darkness Phallus test their equipment for tonight, call back ?"Sarah smiled debile"We were getting interfering about of the night ... I mean ... officious almost of the night, getting thing ready !"

"Oh, of grade, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should have gotten some boy from technology 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, matter 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 mathematical group, and I have a all new respect for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to try how very much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the medicine, but would never have believed her conservative, overmodest young help would stimulate been able to look past the surface of the lyric. When Sarah had first learned that Black Phallus would be featured on the programme, she'd been disgusted. The musical theme that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of chemical group made Jessica more than a piffling curious."How ? I mean ..."

"Well,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary answer,"it would take a long sentence to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to postulate to set up the lightness, so you'd comfortably get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last input was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and thrust a fresh water bottle into her hands.

Jessica knew that Sarah was trying to hide something, but as much as she wanted to uncover the mystery, she simply didn't have the prison term. Sarah was rightfield, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the audience. The the true would have to waitress until another day.

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

Within the minute, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After pitch blackness Phallus's lighting druthers had been programmed in the premature evening, the studio lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain feature of speech. As she sat under the changing studio apartment illumination, Jessica couldn't aid but sense like the lights were hotter than normal. Certainly, studio light always put out a lot of heat, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially severe. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after bottleful of ice urine. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the piddle that she was so eagerly consuming. Neither Jessica nor Sarah had any idea that the water was laced with Xcite, the E & I produced chemical that provoked vivid intimate arousal in women, with some liquid"e"ecstasy mixed in for quicker results.

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

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

"Still…"Jessica replied, trying to cut her helper's strange behaviour,"it seems warmer than common. Why don't you check with the floor director ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an brow and took a swig from her water bottle."I can understand light and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those inkiness Phallus guys seem a bit domineering."

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

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breathing spell as she fanned herself with her bill carte."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this estrus. How much recollective ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottleful of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another feeding bottle."Not a lot longsighted now I think. It's about forty-five transactions ‘ til broadcast time. The guy cable 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 alive on pay per thought and also being broadcast on pay-per-view web access.

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

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

"Good, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hatred to go live tonight with nothing to testify the public !"

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

"Is constitution very busy ?"Jessica asked, looking at herself in a nearby varan."I think I need a quick touch up before we go on. All this heating system is making me sweat and I don't want my expression to be shiny for the interview."

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to bear in mind a shiny face !"Jessica shot her assistant a baffle flavour. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up someone right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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

There was a sentiency of dandy anticipation on the air, and as the hour of the audience approached, the tension in the studio's atmosphere got higher and gamey. Jessica found herself getting very anxious, more so than rule for one of her interviews. For one thing, he-goat still had n't arrived in the studio apartment, like he said he would be. She could n't imagine where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio was. She just hoped that he arrived before the broadcast started, otherwise security measure might not let him in, once they were on the air.

Jessica's anxious energy and countless bottles of piddle resulted in a much needed bathroom breakout. She returned from her break minutes before the program, and the tensity of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left field. The atmosphere was justified. Not only were they going on live television tonight, but there was to be a live web simulcast and Jessica McFarland would be interviewing the most controversial rap group in the country… maybe even the world ! Then there was the possibility of that 'publicity stunt'. A controversial group like Shirley Temple Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored consultation segment to present some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the meshwork would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly uneasy. It was a signified of nervousness that Jessica knew that the whole faculty of"The whole trueness"news plan shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up daughter spilled a bottleful of alkali make-up down the front of Jessica's black blazer… with mere hour to air time !

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

Indeed, Jessica had seen a Black crewmember walk by just as Heather was opening the make-up bottle. Funny, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could dissent, she was being stripped out of her blacken top by the busy manpower of a press creative person ! This was particularly embarrassing since the black sports coat that Jessica had worn that even was a come together jacket with a very high gear neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not worn one ! Jessica's aphrodisiac Shirley Temple"Hidden closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all heart in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the tone she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a back. This was a rattling event that she did not call for to go through right before an interview.

"Lets hustle people, we've got 3 bit to air !"A voice buzzed over the intercom, from the strait booth.

The press fille immediately started helping Jessica into a new blazer, while the shuffling up miss finished her job. The woman worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and body. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was aware that the make up girl was smearing some access base across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a flash, the make up female child and wardrobe girlfriend were gone.

"One minute people !"The theatre director called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the spate of her new jacket crown ! The crown was a brilliant royal blue color, with a black collar, but no lapels. There was also a blacken blueprint going up the side of meat, to underscore Jessica's hourglass flesh. The problem was that the jacket crown had a"U"shaped neckline about six inches wide, and ending in the midriff of Jessica's chest. The intriguer jacket crown would take in looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous measure of the privileged portion of Jessica's milky livid knocker, and even a bit of her contraband demi-bra's center ! The press girl had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a unlike crown ! Quick ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

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

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


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

Backstage, in the Green Room, one of the VIP waiting rooms down the student residence from the studio apartment, billystick McFarland sat in a large overstuffed hot seat and anxiously waited for his wife's news course of study to begin. The room was luxurious ... with soft lighting, rich trappings, and a fully stocked gratis snack and booze bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the room were paneled in reddish brown and decorated with African tribal masks. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor lizard, permanently set to KNEN. In spite of the opulent surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by certificate downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Lapp guys that normally carded him on his way into the building. But since he didn't normally on Sat, the Saturday afternoon protection work party was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some black nightclub. In any sheath, these guy cable insisted on scanning Billy's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black officers shrugged, handing he-goat his carte du jour,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

The sentry go swiped the batting order through the referee again… looked at his computing machine sieve and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to consume problems scanning his ID. Billy knew it was bullshit. These black bastards were giving him trouble because he was a white guy."I don't have time for this Irish bull, I have to get to the studio !"

The second gear black guard stepped in front line of billy goat, blocking his way of life. Billy couldn't assistance but back away in fear of the monster, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guards took 20 minutes to ‘ aver billy goat's personal identity'with the security measure authority. They didn't bother apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy opprobrious guard duty, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to experience them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that Billy expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

nightstick was getting into the elevator when the sentry go shouted their response for everybody in the anteroom to hear ..."BITCH, A o.k. woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a nerve ... Billy choked on his fury as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday break of the day, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the time billy got to the trading floor where the studio was, the broadcast had started. The studio apartment security, another pair of black bodybuilder chucker-out case, refused to let him into the studio, now that the broadcast was in progress. Instead, Billy was escorted to the park elbow room and told to watch the broadcast from there.

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

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

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

Becky had called her sis Sarah a brace of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio apartment that night and actually meet the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the group was not seize 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 sis would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep party to watch the audience on Laura's estimator with some of their booster, but Becky's ridiculously button-down parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a ally's mansion on a schooltime night ! Lauren promised to DVR the interview for Becky, but Becky was still crushed. The next morning, after Becky had abandoned all hope of seeing the interview, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cubicle phone. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her reference wit number so that Becky could order the consultation on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be household that night so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the keep room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rare occasions that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her Father of the Church, was at his mid-week church meeting. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to watch the interview with pitch blackness phallus, her favorite music group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The untested Melanerpes erythrocephalus's small white manus were trembling with so a lot excitation and apprehension that she could barely dial the telephone set number for the pay-per-view service. A spirit of prickly heat tingled through the Edward D. White adolescent's back and shoulders as she registered her sister's mention card information. Then Becky Davenport sat back on the livelihood way sofa, all alone in her theatre, watching the television intently, as the opening rubric of"The unit Truth"played on the screen and the platform she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's story, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The inner half of each of her full, whitish livid tit were clearly visible. She looked like a high-priced call fille, so some kind of porno-film variant of herself. She tried to ignore her predicament and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ Black Phallus ’, U.S.A.'s nearly controversial, and to the highest degree popular, underground rap group. Their first album, ‘ Only natural'has already sold over a million copies in the few calendar month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet gross sales. Their euphony is heard in night clubhouse and stripling'rooms across the country."

Jessica could barely concentrate on the words scrolling up the teleprompter concealment. The heating of the studio apartment lights on her bare chest was a constant reminder of how a good deal of her cleavage was on display for the photographic camera and America to see. Jessica positioned her arms in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's thought of her cleavage, and continued reading the teleprompter.

"These facts are surprising, given the fact that their music was never aired on the radio, or television, and banned from some record stock'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the government and the mass medium claim that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their video recording have never been seen on television because of the sexual content and allegedly offensive nature. Some medicine meshing officials have gone so far as to tag the TV as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio apartment monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her branch failed to hide out the segmentation that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her blazonry around attempting to find a more mild pose, everything she did seemed to show off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to find a more professional position and understand the teleprompter at the same time.

"pitch blackness Phallus claims that the use of such utmost depicted object in their music is meant to express their deeply-held political philosophy about pop theme and societal values. In short-circuit, they make the age-old claim of every controversial creative person ... that their controversial material is artistically vindicate freedom of grammatical construction. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'Sung that are given radio and video play and ask why they are singled out for complaint. The radical claims that they are victim of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a menace to the white establishment. They say that there are some in white America that wants their voices silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our witness will get a line just what Black Phallus wants them to know !"

The nervousness in Jessica's articulation could barely be disguised. In her attempts to cover herself in movement of the camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to become rattle. 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 endeavor to incur a more demure camera Angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they creative person victimized by a racialist administration ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first, we're going to show you the TV that the music telecasting epithelial duct won't. All this, and More, after a brief shift, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a picayune as she read those last lines off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the audience, and worried about the publicity stunt that she had forgotten about the fact that the videos were going to be shown that nighttime ... on air, with her in the studio ! Memories of watching the video the previous night ... and the upshot 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 night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitor ... she was sweating a piffling ... and her milky flannel breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under dominance. She guzzled the bottle of piddle under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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

Billy sat stunned during the commercial break of serve. What the Inferno were they making his Jessica wear ? Her boob were almost completely exposed by the jacket she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to wear such a affair ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of line ! This was persona of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her body a little on TV ... then after the program she'd wear that little outfit to dinner ... and base ... very naughty !

That was why he wasn't capable 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 take in the eternal sleep of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

truncheon tried to discount the sinking feeling in his belly that was telling him that he was wrong.

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

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

visual perception her supporter, and realizing that the break afforded her an opportunity, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the spare jacket out of my business office. I can't keep a computer programme looking like this !"Jessica spread her arms and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful Patrick Victor Martindale White cleavage that her jacket exposed.

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

Jessica couldn't help but notice the unusually anxious behavior her normally steady and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her bloodless lacing bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her help,"You've got some clit out of spot. The upper berth three are undone, and the middle one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

Sarah hesitated for a minute, fixing her blouse before answering. Strangely, the conservative young fair sex left the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing an unusual amount of her segmentation. Her tweed 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 home this morning. I was worried about misplacing somewhere at work."

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you sure 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 spot, and just now you said you left your ring at home base ..."

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

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

Sarah hesitated again ..."expression ... we'll have to sing about this after the display ... there isn't metre to go into it now."Sarah fled the set before Jessica could respond.

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

"... BACK IN FIVE, quadruplet, THREE, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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

"Pornographic, racialist, offensive. These are the Word that medicine video electronic network executives used in describing why they have continually refused to air medicine TV created by the music group"Negroid Phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast boob tube. The decision has resulted in preventing all of those music television from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to concentre on the teleprompter and brush aside the paradigm of herself on the studio monitor. Her chest was heaving and her cleavage was beginning to shine with diaphoresis. This was not unnoticed by the black Male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The whole Truth, are able to demonstrate these TV, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this audience is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the fabric you see tonight will be shown in its entirety. lots of it is sexually expressed, and may be considered unsavoury. After these television are aired tonight, stop tuned for an single interview with the artists responsible for, and hear what they have to say about their medicine, their television, and their strange philosophy about society, civilisation, and race."

Jessica's creative thinker briefly flashed forward to the interview later that night. She imagined herself trying to professionally confront these outrageous black rapper. How would she possibly be able to conduct such an interview wearing a crownwork that left her breasts usable to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in stunning, sexually explicit lyric poem about white women. What horrible comments might they make about her physical structure if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first music picture that"The whole Truth"will testify you tonight worry blackness Phallus's views on the conception of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyrics and telecasting footage. inkiness phallus claims that this explicit material is vitally essential to emphasize the points that they are trying to make about what they call,"affected ethnic values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile porn and an affront to a time-honoured custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long pause at this item, her mind vagabondage to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed face on her husband's face.

And now,"The whole Truth"presents Black genus Phallus's"White Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the title of the Sung ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these indicative and explicit words on air !

"White River nuptials, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to keep up a professional person demeanour, but couldn't helper but shudder as the Sung dynasty's complete statute title left her mouth. She could even feel a frisson ... one she'd felt the late even when she'd seen the video.

The television feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to discount. The last prison term she'd seen this video recording she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to occur here ... she couldn't provide multitude to think that Black genus Phallus's medicine TV turned her on ! Still, she couldn't assistant but observation that several pairs of eye in the studio were glued to the monitor sieve as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a water bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to witness something to trouble her from the video playing on monitor lizard all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

"I gave her all the water system, just like you said."Sarah said quietly to the hulking nigrify form of Tom Watkins ... coach of total darkness Phallus. They were in her office.

"And the temperature and stage Light Within are at the setting I requested ?"Watkins said, grabbing the Pres Young woman's bosom and kneading them roughly through the sleek fabric of her blouse.

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her mitt over Tom powerful chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a hand down to Tom's mole, rubbing the enormous rock hard prominence 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 total darkness prick like you did survive night !"

"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 black 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 good, firm breasts, encased in their white lacy bra. Sarah's subdued white skin was covered with love bite ... hickeys she'd received the previous evening, from many black mouths.

Tom reached a turgid blackamoor hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her entire firm breasts, and severe nipples. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the land, expression to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed bootleg cock, nuzzling Tom's groin, inhaling his manly perfume ... a perfume laced with the EI enhanced X Serum internal secretion !

"You know what to do Sarah ! Don't hold on me waiting !"Tom whispered."We don't have lots meter. You have to be ready for your parting of the show tonight !"

Sarah immediately worked her agile flannel fingers over Tom's slide fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 inch black cock. Taking it quickly in both her lilliputian Andrew D. White hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating Brown heart, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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

‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'billystick thought to himself as he watched the Black Phallus video recording."I can't believe they would put this food waste on television, let alone unwrap my wife to it, and constitute her do a story about them. Don't they realize the variety of promotion this will generate for these ... degenerate ?"This is sick ! Who would enjoy this Irish bull ?"

But Billy knew who would savor this ‘ shit ’. His married woman. This was the Same TV he had caught her observation ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the former night. But he didn't want to cerebrate of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch this scraps !"

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

Becky davenport stared wide-eyed at the sexy blank brides and Black rivet in unlike erotic scenarios on her TV screen. She'd heard that"Black Phallus"videos were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

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

oceanic abyss down Becky knew that she should find the concept disgusting ... but there was something about the imagery in the video that was hotter than anything she'd ever imagined ! Unconsciously, the pretty untried redhead dropped a hand to her lap and began nervously tugging at the hem of her fit tee-shirt. She slowly, unconsciously slipped her hand up under her tee, and began stroking her flat white tummy, never taking her middle from the action.

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

By the clock time the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the monitor closest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the television, but its twist was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a firm result on her as it had the former night.

All the Lapplander, she was thankful that the TV ended when it did.

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

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

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

"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the strait of that. The commencement video had been a disgusting rebuff against the foundation of marriage. The lyrics were expressed, and the television footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ aim ’.

He shuddered to reckon how the following telecasting could be unfit ... truncheon was even more cark by the fact that that the ‘ artists'creditworthy for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent wife in a matter of minutes.

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

Jessica's gear of thought was rudely interrupted by her make-up lady friend's smiling face and busy hands."pardon me Mrs. McFarland, we've just got to get this for the light. You're looking a short shiny."

Heather Christiansen had just been hired a hebdomad ago, and while she seemed a little inexperienced, she was very eager to please. She'd asked for Jessica's John Hancock already, not for herself, but for her father. She was quite odoriferous, actually, even if she was a bit over-eager.

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a niggling shiny, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her face for the girl to enforce some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The girl spritzed Jessica's face with piddle, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the girl lowered the soft puff to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that shucks crownwork ! She could here the hushed masculine voices of the stage technician and cameramen. She could experience their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real kick from watching the pretty vernal make-up girl"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the young make-up fille,"Was that really necessary ?"

"Sorry Mrs. McFarland,"the war paint young lady grinned sheepishly,"its just that ... well ... skin is cutis ... and you were too shiny."

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

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

"backrest IN Little Phoebe, quaternion, trine, TWO, ONE ..."

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

"The humiliation of infidelity, and familial evidence of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the subject of the next"Black person penis"telecasting. Again, we need to cue you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. looker discretion is advised. And now,"The Whole trueness"presents Black Phallus's telecasting,"nigga in the Wood Pile."“


*********************
Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"total darkness Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that cypher about the evening's program could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the words were the least of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would suit publicly aroused by the picture's contents. But no matter how much she may have wanted to try and discount the images flickering across all the monitoring device in the studio apartment, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the TV yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the telecasting's stars and producers in the side by side piece of the show.

Things didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as oil as the former video, this Sung and picture seemed gear towards witticism. At least ... at first ...

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

The TV opens with a vista in a hospital legal transfer room. We hear the strains of the corny beloved Sung dynasty"Your having my child ”. We see a white yuppie hubby with a video photographic camera, taping his married woman in the pitch room, as she's about to sacrifice birth. In malice of the process of manner of speaking, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

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

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

We see from the perspective of the camera ... the head of the bed, where the hubby is standing with his wife. We see the wife's spread branch spread widely, a cloth draped covering her groyne, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the child out ...

A sound byte begins to make for ... a rich narrator booms"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An objectionable voice interrupts just as the doctor pulls the sister up into scene, revealing a black baby boy !

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

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

Looks like you got yourself a
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been lupus erythematosus than lawful
spade IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


The rap goes on to severalise the story of how it happened… there is a serial publication of ‘ flashback view ’. The doorknocker sing about how hubby shouldn't have left his married woman 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 sweet-flavored, innocent, Marcia Brady type. She stands in the doorway of their cover girl suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a legal transfer truck pulls up to the house.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Robert Brown Packages can do for you !"The delivery man, one of the brawny blackness studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the household with a declamatory box. His muscles flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waist level, indicating that the wife needs to sign for pitch. As she leans down to contract the receipt, her robe falls undecided slightly, revealing her flawless cleavage. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a huge excrescence growing in the delivery man's short ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating browned center. Before the wife can dissent, the black delivery man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the house, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the closed forepart door of the theatre. A rolled-up newspaper suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, black paperboy in his previous teen, sitting on a bike at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's smiling.

The shot cuts to a shut up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the married man and married woman, in an expensive crystal skeleton. The systema skeletale is shaking ... as is the whole nightstand. Suddenly the wedding party photograph falls off the nightstand and the beautiful framing shatters. The shaft widens to testify the beautiful frame shattering on the base by the bed ... and beautiful administration bed headboard, banging against a paries. We can see the married woman's wrists are tied to the cheek bed posts with packing tape. There is a brief tightlipped up of her face, she is moaning and smiling. The tv camera pulls back, showing the black legal transfer man, in uniform, shirt bottom covering his ass and the wife's long white legs wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedchamber windowpane, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the action on his cell phone."spade In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

She's too finely to be lone
so what you wife gon'do
When she sees a bully Big Black… MAN ?

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

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

The next stroke we see is another shot of married man leaving for employment, with the wife standing at the doorway in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his wife on the sassing. She stands in the door waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, black paperboy rides up the house's front sidewalk and pulls a newspaper from his ring. He acts like he's going to script it to the married woman, but drops it before she can take it in her hand. She bends down to pick it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample clean cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his top dog, then flips open his cadre earpiece. Her centre widen as she sees the video he's barb of her and the livery man.
She looks up at his aspect, shaking her header. He continues smile, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's pocket of newspaper publisher dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the sidewalk, tires spinning, then a shooting of the look door slamming. Cut to the inside of the house. The Shirley Temple stud stand in the entryway of the family, facing the camera. The married woman is on her 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 wife stands up, back still to the camera, and the arse of the shot ending just below her waist, and drops her robe, revealing her nude person body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the chamber, the married woman on all fours, on the bed, biting down the rolled up paper as the contraband teen fucks her ass. Again, the shot is arranged so that little existent nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for body of work once again ... with wifey stands in the doorway in her gown. Hubby leans forward to kiss his wife on the backtalk, 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 crate of milk bottleful. Again, it's one of the giant black rappers from"Black Phallus ”. The married woman smiles at the Milk River 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 bottleful dropping to the earth and shattering on the cement, sending creamy albumen milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a brief gibe of the establishment headboard again, followed by shots of Milk River running over a hefty bleak chest ... and the beautiful white wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shaft ..."nigger In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the movement porch. promptly cut to the inside of the house's front doorway, the wife is on the headphone. Another quick cut shows the threshold being opened to reveal a enceinte, black, pizza delivery man ... He holds up the pizza pie, indicating a label that says"extra LARGE sausage balloon ”. The married woman 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 background, we can see the delivery man. He is standing in the kitchen, wearing his hat, but no shirt, and eating a piece of pizza. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the television camera's position by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the camera, but she is obviously defenseless and had been kneeling in front of the pizza guy. The pizza guy grinning, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's top dog 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 married woman's bare articulatio humeri and moaning human face past the left field border of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting motion over the top right corner of the lid.

poor dumb albumen dork,
you went to crop,
never should have left her alone !

Once she gets some black rooster,
in that married flannel snatch,
we 're gon na make your wife moan !

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

The adjacent shooter is of husband being shoved out the door with his jacket and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a tube connection under the bath sink. Suddenly water begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another speedy cut shows the door being opened to a black plumber, then a quick stab a overflowing bathroom storey. The lav is ruttish and the rain shower threshold are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can make out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black pipe fitter. He is holding her up, facing him, with her peg wrapped around his waistline and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."nigger In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a large, muscular smutty pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white couple's place, carrying a pocket billiards skimmer. The front room access opens, revealing the married woman in a ludicrously skimpy cosmic string bikini. The pool man follows wifey through the house, watching her perfect white ass sway, clad only in a G-string. The married woman leads him through the sliding looking glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the doorway, allowing the opprobrious pocket billiards man to walk into the fenced in back yard. In the backyard, the bleak pool man looks around, and the photographic camera shot goes wide to establish that there is no syndicate in the backward grounds ! The black man raises an supercilium in muddiness, before a wide grin counterpane across his face. He then turns around to see the Andrew Dickson White wife walking towards him, her bikini top's string section already untie and the loving cup of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one side of her two-piece bottoms and they start to strike down. We see a stroke of the lawn, her Bikini top lands on the ground, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain Echo as the scene changes yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the surety scheme keypad by the threshold. A label on the keypad 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 measure truck pulling up in the drive. Two beefy lightlessness security measures military officer walk up to the house and unfold the room access. They find the wife standing in the forepart hallway, wearing Black person leotard, sinister leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a pretender surprise look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The Joseph Black security military officer smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all illuminate'code into the security department keypad, and slam the door behind them. From outside the house, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the security department officer's strip down off their shirts revealing rippling dark muscle, as the married woman falls to her knees ( out of shot ) in front man of the guards. The refrain echoes and the scene changes again.

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

Now it's too latterly
WE don't hesitate
To plant a mulct contraband baby !

A landscape truck pulls up outside the house. Two large, sinewy black nurseryman get out of the truck and walk up to the front threshold. The wife answers the doorway in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work parliamentary procedure, with the language"specialty Dubya trimming job for Mrs. Smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the house, allowing the men to move into. The very side by side shot holds on the bedside board again. The marriage photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's shaver and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the rampart. We can see a sinister man is laying in the bed on his spine ... then the wife's long blonde hairsbreadth flicks across his fount as she leans backwards into the shooting ... before instant twain of disgraceful hands pulls her up and out of the dead reckoning again.

The video closes back at the infirmary ... A visibly humiliated and annoyed husband pushes his wife down the hallway in a wheelchair, as she looks down lovingly at her piddling black sister. Then she looks up and sees a muscular black orderly. She puts a helping hand up in her husband's case, making him stop the wheelchair. She hands the infant to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and walks over to the fatal orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the dear stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving bye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hallway ... with a screaming black infant. A fairly blonde nanny in a aphrodisiac white uniform approaches them.

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

The nurse then walks over to the stairwell room access and opens it. We can see the wife, inexplicably tight, sexy, and in shape just two days after giving birth ( it is a music television after all ). She is on all fours on a stairway leading upstairs. Her hospital gown open in the back and the nigrify orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and groan. The nurse looks over her berm at the married man and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her harbour's uniform as the door closes.


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

Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virtuous teenager was barely aware of her actions. As she watched the wife in the"woodpile"video repeatedly cheating on her husband with one big disgraceful stud after another, Becky's hired hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white breasts. Becky watched the video intently ... relishing every glimpse of skin and brawniness that was exposed on projection screen. Becky was unlike than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been capable to subdue her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always thinking of boys and their organic structure ... of what they could do together. In bitchiness of these mightily impulse, Becky had always managed to resist the aid of the boys at school day. Of course, none of the boy in Becky's school looked like the monumental stud poker in these videos. Becky wondered how foresighted her materialistic value would hold out around men like these. Would she yield herself over as easily as the extramarital young wife in the video ? As she pondered the interrogative, she continued groping her own immature breasts with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her groyne, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - parting SIX : THE BLACK-COCK-PIT TV"

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

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

Jessica was unsure what to make of the aspect. She found the television sad and offensive ... yet funny at the Same meter ... and maybe just a little ... sexy ?

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't notice her !"The composition daughter 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 room. I'm changing on the succeeding geological fault ! I can't do a serious news audience with my titty half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a header ... hebdomad of increasing hotness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually explicit nature of the enquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the previous evening ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his job ... the insistence of the interview ... the overwhelming heat of the studio lights ... these erotic video she was having to present ... and her tits on display for every lecherous pig in United States and her studio ... and those rapper ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her body like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably take out some kind of promotional material stunt !

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

***************************
"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running prank about the airline manufacture. But Black Phallus has their own takings on the old commonplace of a couple 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 weak speech sound of manlike laugh as Jessica announced the double-entendre deed, and the medicine video began.

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

The video recording opens with no music. We see a inglorious 747 flying through the sky. On its tail we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange shape that appears to be a conventionalized trope of an erect sinister cock.
Cut to the Interior of the sheet's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blonde pilot flying the woodworking plane, with a white-male co-pilot. A large black Male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the co-occurrence says in a deep booming voice. It's Big microphone from total darkness Phallus.

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

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

The sexy Caucasian pilot smiles."I take it BLACK !"

Cut to a tiny, womanly gabardine hand picking up the radio microphone."care Lady and man"speak a pair of beautiful garden pink lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying Black Phallus Air !"

The television camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the captain still speaking into the radio microphone with one hand. She has taken off her cap, and is tugging her black tie from her collar with her unloose paw. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the clit of her pristine White person blouse. The camera pulls back encourage to show Big microphone ripping his unvarying shirt off, revealing his midst, powerful blackened trunk.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of hours, but I do require to admonish you that we might be in stock for a gravelly ride ahead ..."the senior pilot comments, seeing Mike's trunk ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every minute of it ! I KNOW I will ! thank you ..."The captain is at a expiration for words as she sees Big Mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the mike in her paw.

Big mike takes the mike from the stunned blonde's hand and speaks."Thank you for flying with us today. We know you have a option in airline locomotion, but when you choose Black Phallus, you NEVER have any regrets !"

The silver screen fades to pitch-dark and then the medicine suddenly starts with a fasting, aggressive round. The video now flashes with a series of three alternate shots of the woodworking plane's interior. All of the scene are from the same angle, with the Lapplander tv camera, but are lit differently, and depict different aspect within the plane's fuselage.
One scene depicts the plane's upcountry lit normally, broad of passenger on the flight. Another shot shows the three members of Black Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A tierce crack depicts the plane's interior with dimmed sparkle and lightning flashes outside the windows. Each flash of lightning reveals glimpse of naked albumen and dim limbs, writhing in the rider bum. These three adaptation of the plane's interior shots flash back and forth as the music presentation maneuver.

"We'll convert more than than your air miles, gripe !"a part over of one of the rapper speaks.
"The Friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The snapshot now cuts to the normally lit plane Interior. This seems to describe the history of an aeroplane flight. We see the first-class cabin where there are a turn of attractive rider. There are many Edward D. White women and black men, and a few blanched men. We see a clean guy sleeping in his hind end ... The behind back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He leans into the aisle and looks at the seat behind him. The camera pans to reveal that the backside is bouncing so much because a Cy Young white cleaning woman with red hair is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his derriere along with the music. She realizes what he is upset about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The lyrics continue :
"Up among the swarm ... your woman cry out loud.
Black engines shriek and the white daughter pick !"

The camera settles on a young white couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the couple is married since the camera focuses on the wife's wedding mob. The wife glances at the john, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her hubby, then gets up and pass to the toilet in the front of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and blinking at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a muscular smuggled man, sitting a few seats forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The scantling is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The lyrics continue :
"Our big Negroid carpenter's plane are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand feet ...,
Our big smuggled gumshoe will get way up in there, and hit those flannel female child'afters afters ! UNGH !"

Cut to the husband looking up and down the gangway to make sure nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two steps, the egg white passenger finds himself opposite with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blonde stewardess. She's dressed in an ex sky-blue stewardess uniform with a small hat, ascot, and white gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The stewardess gently pushes him back to his backside to his seat and points at a refuge sign that has just lit up. It says"turbulency Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The air hostess rejoinder to her tail end at the front of the plane as the frustrated whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a glimpse of the intimidating contraband passenger. B-Love makes eye contact lens with the tweed husband, coup d'oeil at the bathroom doorway, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and take the air up the gangway, towards the bathroom !

husband's optic widen in fear. He squirms in his seat, obviously worried. He sees the severe-but-sexy hostess still sitting up ahead, then gets an idea. He raises his mitt and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the attention of the stewardess. This produces the desired effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to respond the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his itinerary and degree to the"Turbulence Ahead"signaling. B-Love just smiles and consider a step forward. The hostess puts her hand up ... B-Love walks into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy chest of drawers into her paw. The hostess's oculus widen ...

The mordant grab the hostess's wrist, holding her hand to his chest, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In indorsement, they are at the bathroom door. He knocks on the room access ... it opens just a fling. The white wife peek around the door. We can see her bare shoulder joint. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a reflection of her bare tweed back and ass. The wife's centre widen in scare when sees the thug and the hostess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the Shirley Temple Black stud suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right on behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the pitch-black stud and the hostess noisily entering the bathroom together. There are a lot of confused and interested looks and whispers exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his seat ... humiliated.

"This here flight's gon na transfer your liveliness !
‘ Cause once we take the skies we gon na remove your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shooter of the sheet ... the frame of the characterisation is shuddering, implying turbulence. Cut to the interior of the aeroplane, the flesh still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulence ... as are the occupants of the bathroom !

We then see a series of teasing ‘ flash cutting ’, a serial of liberal jibe that have been intercut with former imperfect tense jibe ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a endorsement of each shot at a fourth dimension. The shooter are accompanied by the song's chorus. Between each line of rap, we here sexy white female part cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your human relationship just hit turbulence ... she's goin'down and you can't do shit !"
"Fly Me sister ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white puss is a black-cock-pit, where WE look at control and we fly that gripe !"
"FLY ME baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black airplane In a Big blue angel Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot White wife ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET total darkness COCK ! FLY ME babe, FLY ME ! !
The lastly lyric is accompanied by the bellowing of a airplane railway locomotive flying,

Each shot is an extreme close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulence ”. Looking closely through the fast edits, tight frame, and shuddering depiction, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imaging : We see the stewardess's beautiful bluing eye slowly closing .... intercut with a the Andrew D. White wife's mouth, biting her own get down lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's mouth moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the stewardess's naked blanched back as she leans forward into the mordant man's sinewy back, causing her to the full white breasts to puff up at the face, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a duet of white leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting disastrous torso ... four blanched hands exploring blackness muscles ... one white hired man wearing a wedding mob and clutching a muscular black articulatio humeri ... a high-heel clad ankle joint hits the bath door latch, and beef ... The blastoff suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing mint of interracial sex spilling out onto the story of the aisle !

No privates is entirely exposed to the tv camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is naked, except for her silklike white-hot bra. She is lying her binding in the gangway, smiling and laughing, with her tenacious white legs wrapped around the mesomorphic disgraceful passenger. The inglorious passenger is naked and thrusting between the white wife's legs, though much of his body is obscured by the married woman's wooden leg and the stewardess on top of him. The stewardess is naked, though her blond whisker is still in its severe french-twist and her little blasphemous hat is still perched on her head. She is lying on the black passenger's back, tightly hugging him from bum. Her full, pale white breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the lot of soft white anatomy out from between their torso. Her long Patrick Victor Martindale White wooden leg are ranch broad, around the blackened man fucking the white married woman. The stewardess's beautifully bare white ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in jounce at the lurid showing. We see several pellet of passenger ... white women, white men, and black men ... watching craning their necks to watch the action. The egg white men look uncomfortable, and pull at their collar nervously. The black men seem to be smirking and grinning. The White person adult female seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One immature charwoman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her begetter and a big opprobrious man. She is watching, enthralled ... her beginner tries to deal her eyes ... she pushes his hired hand away. She glances over at the big black man seated on her other side. He looks at her, and smiles. She smiles back, nervously. Her forefather looks worried. She turns to continue watching the activeness. She slips a petite lily-white script down into her lap and begins fumbling with the button of her dungaree. Just as she's about to slip her deal into her white cotton panties, her begetter sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hands flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the activeness. She glances at the black man ... he smiles back again ... then New York minute and lower berth his own tray table.

Another passenger, line of work woman sitting between a fatal man and a white man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action ... and both look at the sexy white patronage char. The ignominious stud takes one of the fair sex's hands and places it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her hired man is resting on a HARD extrusion in the black man's lap. She begins to gently twitch the bulge as she continues watching the action mechanism. The white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a go-ahead for him to do the Saami. He takes the adult female's other hand and places it on his own hump. The cleaning woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small bulge ... then at the blacken man's lap ... at the big bulge. She glances up at the white guy and laughs, shaking her top dog. She lifts her hand off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger's breadth out and laugh. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to watch the action mechanism ... and position both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to wreak at his zipper ! The black man starts working at the push of the business woman's suit jacket.

In another row of fundament sits a lightlessness man on the aisle, a young White person man in the middle, and his pretty whiten girlfriend by the window. The clean girlfriend is trying to watch the action in the front of the plane, but having severe time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her boyfriend, and indicates that she wants to swap buttocks with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the large inglorious man sitting next to him, refuses. The black man sitting on the aisle seat smile at the middling white young woman, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty Edward Douglas White Jr. girl mount over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the total darkness man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her berm at the smirking Black person stud. She has noticed a tidy extrusion in the inkiness rivet's bloomers. The whiteboy sees this and immediately motion to the window seat, offering his girl the center butt that she had initially asked for. She shakes her head and giggles, choosing to quell black man's lap and leave the rump adjacent to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the married man of the wife in the ‘ john binge ’. He can engage no more of this humiliation. He jumps from his tail, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The au naturel white stewardess angrily yells at the egg white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again dot to the"Remain Seated"signaling. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. wife laughs at her husband from under her fan, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watch anxiously ...

Another rider, a muscular black man, rises from his tail and approaches the ‘ lavatory binge ’. The camera angle snub to behind the new mordant man, framing the nude white stewardess between his pegleg. The air hostess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her sky-blue middle widen in delight ... She begins to get up to her knees !

The photographic camera cuts away just before we see the stewardess's bare white meat. The camera cuts to a wide shot from behind the air hostess. We now see the air hostess's naked white consistence from head-to-toe, her perfect blank ass still clearly visible, and the face of her white meat seeable under her implements of war. She now kneels obediently in straw man of her new black lover, her blond head blocking our vista of the standing black's cock. As the standing disastrous passenger pulls the hostess's blond headland to his crotch, In the background we can see the passengers of the plane ...

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

We cut to the beautiful white 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 wool step-in is a big nigrify hand ! We see the action above the tray table now as the older teen arches her back, rallying cry out loud, and hammers the tray tabular array with her tiny white fists ! The father sees, too late, what is happening. As the miss recovers from her orgasm, she sees the black stud raising his tray table, revealing an enormous gibbousness in his pants. Her centre widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a wide shot of the founder, the girl and the fateful passenger sitting side-by-side. The three seats in nominal head of them block the position of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his heavy smuggled paw on the spinal column of the daughter's pretty blonde head, and pulls her aspect down into his lap ... her backtalk opens wide, just as her head disappears from vista ... down behind the seats. The smutty looks over and grinning at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the Elwyn Brooks White businesswoman. Though the camera angle doesn't reveal contingent, we can tell from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black macho-man sitting adjacent to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of meat of her appears to be watching the military action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to unite the action ... he lowers his hand to the sexy white businesswoman's thigh, and starts to crusade her bird up ... She smacks his handwriting away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her place. A declamatory, muscular black male flight attendant comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily stage to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black flight of stairs attendant grabs the guy by the dog collar and throws him out of the place, into the gangway. The studhorse then takes the white man's seat and joins the action mechanism ! The Caucasian char happily allows the stud to press her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and tear away her nylon stocking ! While the blackened passenger continues playing with her tits, the dim flight attender begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big Black hand between her pegleg ! The ovalbumin woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't trade place with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girlfriend ... still in the lap of the Shirley Temple Black rider on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the planing machine, but is now grinding her ass into the disgraceful man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugs at his girlfriend's arm, trying to pull her out of the mordant man's lap. The girl slaps his helping hand away, never taking her heart off the natural action in the battlefront of the aeroplane ... The fateful stud smirks at the girl's fellow and pushes his big black hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The macho-man whispering something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a second while the stud shifts in his seat ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and oral fissure open wide and she throws her nous back ... her hold body shakes. The tv camera pans down to their legs to disclose both have their gasp around their articulatio talocruralis ! Her panties slide down her branch !

We see a Edward D. White guy sleeping in his tooshie ... The prat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the bum to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the behind is bouncing so much because the sexy lily-white redhead leaning over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ears and a dazed look on her boldness. Her skirt hiked up over her lily white ass and a big black guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the interior of the cockpit. We see the manlike co-pilot flying the plane ... carefully looking straight ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The television camera pulls back to let out the white original lying on her back, on the plane's control cabinet ... white legs spread-eagle with a naked brawny black doorknocker thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her archetype'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 gangway. The airplane's interior lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a full-fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole plane ! The camera finally reaches the first social class section and stay ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap Song ends.

Cut to the end of the video. There is no euphony ... just airport intercom yack and crowd together racket. We see passenger disembarking from the plane. showtime we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unfirm on her stage. She has her arm around her black lover. Then we see each muscular blackness passenger disembarking with a female white-hot rider or stewardess at their side ! Then the Edward D. White co-pilot, Patrick Victor Martindale White female pilot and her Shirley Temple stud disembark. The original White person wife, husband, and the mordant doorknocker are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly black airline steward circuit card the planer with some cleaning equipment, humming the tune from the rap song. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex mess everywhere. He scratches his brain. He passes the Edward Douglas White Jr. husband from the rootage of the video recording ... the one that started it all.

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

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

The janitor shakes his forefront and reaches for a walky-talky on his cleaning handcart."looking like we got another one. I need some certificate up here."

The white guy sighs, rises, and opens the command processing overhead consignment bin. He pulls out his bag. There is a sparkly E. B. White standard sticker on it ... the fable reads"Just Married."The resist groom walkway to the bathroom door and pounds on it angrily."Honey, please ! seminal fluid on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the rejected hostler mutters under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two security guards plank the woodworking plane. They are both burly smutty men in sports jacket and tie-in.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to disembark. Now !"

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

One of the guard roast on the lavatory door.

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

The bathroom room access opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, Edward Douglas White Jr., female arm reaches out, grabs the one security safeguard by the pull him into the bathroom ! His sport coat is tossed out the bathroom.

The second gear guard peeks in the lav door and smiles, then turns back to the husband."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The precaution suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the skinny exterior cabin doorway. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the safeguard pops the door loose with his other hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The precaution says, shoving the ostler out the door."THANKS FOR flight BLACK member AIR. THANKS FOR THE BITCH, NOW screw OFF !"

The ostler yells as he slides down the chute and the guard turns back toward the bathroom, shedding his tie and blazer. He catches deal of the shameful janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the aged black man."What the hell are you doin, pops ? You think you gon na fuck you a white young woman ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other sentry go out the threshold and down the slide, then joins the first guard and white wife in the bathroom.

The television camera pans down to the suitcase, and the"Just Married"stumper as we hear the married woman screaming"YES ! YES ! ! More BLACK shaft ! I'M SO sword lily I FLEW total darkness member ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO TREAT A PASSENGER !"


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

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

The video was extortionate, and horribly objectified cleaning lady ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those muscular black men ... the curvy untested white cleaning lady ... something about the contrast of their peel as the groped each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the sight of the helpless white male passengers having to catch it all ... unable to participate, was really funny. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whispered"psst"from off set.

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

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

"Jessica ! ! YOU'RE ON ! ! !"heather mixture prompted again.

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

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

"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the video end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclaiming was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the telecasting ... but More so because of the acute feelings she was getting from the hand thrust down the front of her bloodless cotton wool panties. She had slipped her hand under the girdle of her white cotton panties when she'd witnessed one of the women in the video ... one apparently her own age ... doing the like matter. And that girlfriend was sitting following to her begetter on the airplane ! scandalous ! tantrum like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most intense video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the passel of the beautiful buxom blond hostess's naked dead body as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the ken of the Lapplander stewardess falling out of the bathroom with the white wife and the sinister he-man passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so often !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinkie'gesture made by one of the white female rider when she rejected a white male passenger's sexual rise. Becky wondered if the import was that Edward D. White men were belittled than black men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the whitened son she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panties. She wasn't sure. What she was certainly about though was that she wanted to see more ! Sir Thomas More telecasting ... more pitch-dark men ... more than OF the smutty men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slow her ministrations on her pussy ... waiting for the next picture to start. Somehow, she thought it would be uneconomical or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the fatal studs in the video ... much like she had trouble touching herself without listening to one of her Negroid Phallus MP3s on her phone.

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

"Mrs. McFarland ?"called Heather the make-up girlfriend.

Jessica looked up to see the unseasoned brunet make-up girl standing by the anchor desk clutching a black interior decorator business jackets.

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

"Not much ! The last video was a farsighted one and so is the succeeding one. The studio needs to build surely that the we hit the next respite on sentence, and have enough fourth dimension to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The camera operator nearby, all heavy, muscular black men setting up the interview set, looked up from their work when they heard the commotion.

Jessica lowered her voice."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 ground 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 interview with three over-sexed black doorknocker. She didn't have metre to go to her salad dressing room and change ... and she dared not change in front of the leering cameraman again. Soon the decisiveness was made for her.

It was too late.

Heather rushed away as the conductor's voice boomed over the speaker system again.

"BACK IN FIVE, FOUR, troika, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to compose herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally calm and self-collected diarist and television bestower felt like her world was falling down around her. At nursing home she was dealing with a unplayful problem with her marriage and sex life. At work, the meshwork had scored an single interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Jessica was given almost no clip to research and set up for the interview. Compounding that outcome, the exclusive interview had been secured by making various concessions to the rap group and their phonograph recording label. The interview was being send live, the studio apartment would be manned by an unfamiliar crew, 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 blazer. The replacement crown she'd been given was highly inappropriate, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her ample Edward D. White segmentation. She had hoped to commute into another, more earmark ensemble before she had to conduct the consultation, but there never seemed to be enough clip during the commercial breaks. Further, Jessica found herself bedevil and overheated, not only by the bright studio lights, but the sexually-charged imagination of the music videos she'd had to present that Nox. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty make-up girl Heather was constantly having to touch-up the diary keeper's flushed human face. As the commercial break ended and Heather rushed off camera, Jessica took a sip of body of water to try and cool herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calm and collected before she could take that evening's interview. The moderately white diarist was grateful that there was one more music TV to establish before she had to introduce its controversial God Almighty to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that fourth dimension to pick up her thoughts and prepare, psychologically for the audience.

"Natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the camera and reading the text on her teleprompter."It's the foundation of Darwin's theory of development. dominant allele traits are passed down from one generation to the next. Likewise, in sexual relation back, all animals look for certain attractive qualities 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 interpretation of the hypothesis of rude selection. At this point, we'd like to remind you that tonight's program is intended for mature audiences. The material broadcast on this exceptional episode of"The Whole Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discreetness is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only cancel"by ‘ Negroid Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the video's airtime to take a break and exchange her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the picture. Like to the highest degree of the other picture, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that night. She had to be aware of the subject so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only hope that there would be prison term to change the jacket during the succeeding commercial break. It was very possible. She knew the next interruption came on the minute, and would be longer than the former ace. Still, even if she didn't have to concern about the consultation, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the euphony started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the conclusion television without any serious problem, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other Night when watching the"Blacked Bridget"picture. Jessica turned her attending to the television admonisher near her desk.

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

The TV opens with a white histrion, obviously made out to be Charles the Bald Charles Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit elbow room. The watchword he writes are heard in voice over as the camera slowly pulls out and the photograph gets wider and wider.

"Since the publishing of my initial volume of my theory of evolution through natural selection, I have become increasingly concern with how my hypothesis may be applied to the human brute. In cultivate club, we concern ourselves with social condition and subject of economical successfulness in arranging marriage between family unit. This can not, however, be said to be a natural selection as these normal are imposed by our social graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'classes where social status is lower and therefore less important, the concept of ‘ making love'seems postulate anteriority. But what is love, if not a ‘ civilized'interpretation of our radix brute desires. The question must be asked, if the event of society were completely removed, and the female person of the species given reign to her own predilections, what ‘ born excerption'would be the resultant ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Charles Robert Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his writing for a import to become up the wick and the way gets much brighter. In the background knowledge of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito veiling. Through the veiling, we can see the silhouette of a cleaning woman, on all quartet, being roughly ravished from behind by a hefty male figure.

"With the help of my supporter and colleague, Sir William Whitely, and his soundly married woman Lady Jane Whitely, I have traveled the public, studying kinship group of primitives, who are less evolved and intelligent than we, their cultured betters."

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

Charles Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, non-white, most animalistic and primitive 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 forfeit that Lord and Lady Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, ma'am Whitely initially insisted on testing these supposition herself, and has since been very vocal in encouraging the wives and daughter of the other explorer in our party to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"Lady Whitely yell from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you learn Dr. Charles Robert Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and better than my married man ! So much cryptic ! We simply must lay down surely the ladies review these findings and compare them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... depth psychology !"

Charles Darwin finishes his journal ingress :"I am as yet unsure of how the universe will oppose to the final result of this subject area. Some will no doubtfulness determine it troubling ... yet we must understand the natural order of things."

The ikon fades to black as a thumping bass beat plays over Lady Whitely's thigh-slapper. The euphony is a tardily, seductive beat. A caption reading"Present Day"appears on the covert as a new scene appears.

The new conniption is set in a nightspot ... an attractive Whitney Young woman, white, sits at a bar. The heavy basso of the plays as the outset lyrics of the Sung dynasty are heard as a fine-looking Andrew D. White guy carrying two drinks approaches the white girl, and gives her one.

"cleaning lady want the BEST
but you're just ‘ the rest'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the fit
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some organic evolution !
It's Only born !"

The young lady smiles faintly and chats with whiten guy, but then she looks past him ... and up ... and grinning brightly. Behind the white guy, in the baby's eyeline, is the hulking figure of one of blackness Phallus's rappers. The rapper approaches, towering over the Edward White guy and the lady friend, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the barkeeper, who hands him a swallow ... the lady friend takes her purse out quickly and pays. The whiteness guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The doorknocker doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a little, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his seat. Both the doorknocker and the white girl ignore the White River guy as he slinks away. The music is a slow, seductive metre. We hear the low few language of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your flannel girl with my germ
Only natural
Big Black genus Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The next poetry begins as the scene changes to a suburban street.

"Women want the substantial,
They want the longest,
It's a born selection !
So now when she feels the need
To spread and breed
She gon na choose my Shirley Temple Erection !
It's Only Natural !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a theatre construction site. Some white grammatical construction workers on the roof make rude motion and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole scene rewinds and then restarts. This time, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the construction workers are powerful black bozo. They give her the Lapplander rude gesture and cat calls as the white guys in the previous version of the scene. Now, instead of flipping the guys the bird, the blond just rack and looks at them appreciatively as the sunshine glistens off their sweaty brawniness. She looks around the street to clear sure cipher can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the reason. Now in her sportsbra and sweatpants, she jogs up to breast door and knocks. A bombastic black man answers the door, takes her paw, and pulls her into the planetary house. The chorus replication ...

"Only born
Whiteboys can't compete
Only born
Fillin'your white girl with my ejaculate
Only natural
Big Black person Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"


The future rhyme begins. This prison term the mise en scene is a in use city street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive white meter maid stands at the car, and is writing him a just the ticket. The guy walks up the meter maid, reaching into his drawers. There is a cheeseparing up of the guy's font ... he looks down ... the police officer looks down as well. Cut to a snap of some change in the guy's mitt ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the police officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the just the ticket.

Cut to the same busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This time the man is a powerful black he-man. The same time maid is writing him a ticket. Like the whiten guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his pants, followed by a finis up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic policeman looking down too. This clock time there is no cut to the black guy's men holding change for the meter. Instead, the barb stays on the passably cadence maid ... her utter drops open, and her big doe center match over her contemplative dark glasses ... she shakes her oral sex and tears up the just the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the next shot, we see the measure maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the pocket-sized vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the roof. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to remain on the grim man's back, then scans down to show his bare, powerful black ass, his pegleg feast, and his pants around his articulatio talocruralis. Between his legs we glimpse the white segmentation and surface blouse of the meter housemaid. She's sitting in her vehicle, in nominal head of him ... her minor Edward D. White men rap around his brawny black ass, clutching it ... as he starts to hurl into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car sway violently !

As the next rhyme begins, the scope alteration to a high-toned spa. The snapshot opens in a small-scale steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive Edward D. White duad, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each early, and leaning forward and kiss tenderly. On the workbench beside them there sits a champagne bottle in a bucket of fade ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy Anniversary ”. They each take a crank of champagne, and the lock sleeve around one another, and drink from the eyeglasses, showing off beautiful atomic number 79 hymeneals tintinnabulation. They lean forward and snog again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door closes. The camera then pans over to the exercise area, where we see two young, sinewy, egg white bodybuilders. Each guy has a stunning new gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece cat suit that shows off her super-flat tummy and toned, tanned branch.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a huge, muscular sinister man entering the arena. The black bodybuilder is a good deal larger and more powerful than the two snowy bodybuilders are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a whitened toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective white bozo to go dun over the black stud. He puts his muscular arms out, taking a aphrodisiacal daughter under each giant arm, and leads them into the sweat room where the white couple is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the whiten couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the room access is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

"You're in love with a ticket gentlewoman,
You want a home, want a sister,
So you marry her and have her your married woman"

"But creature instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her fingerbreadth
My mordant cock gon na smash your life !
It's Only Natural !"

The married woman seems shocked, and the married man beats on the room access angrily. It opens and the black stud leans out, smiling, holding the door widely undefended with one handwriting, and tossing some clothing over the husband's forefront with the other. It's a duad of shorts…the stud's ! The pretty white wife stares angrily at the grinning smutty man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her oculus light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The Shirley Temple man takes her by the hand, pulling her towards the threshold. She pushes past her husband, who is still blinded by the black stud's drawers. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the black-market man ... we glimpse her complete bare ass as the door ending ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos fashioning out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

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

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white female child with my germ
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na spawn
ONLY NATURAL !"

We cut to a new conniption, seeing an expensive car pulling up in the private road of a picturesque sub-urban home. The car stops and a fit, attractive, professional person couple, husband and married woman, get out of the car and walk to the front line door.

The scene modification to the interior of the home base, and the door opening. We see the teen-age girl on the lounge, making out with her tweed swain. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the daughter to her room.

Cut back to the drive ... the scenario is played out again ... the distich gets out of the car ... and the face door opens on the girl and her beau.

This prison term the boyfriend is one of the muscular, Shirley Temple, Negroid Phallus rappers, and the fille is in her bra and scanty ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets raging at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and range. She turns to her girl and the young man and comic strip off her jacket and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's trouser !

"Your white daughter are sweet young lady
You want to protect them from our public
So ‘ Whiteboys only'is how they was raised !"

"But when they see my black prick
Your lil'white world gon na John Rock
‘ causal agency I'm a-make those bitches CRAZE-EEEE !
It's Only raw !"

The black man smiles at the mom-daughter team. The daughter suddenly gets a implike flicker in her eye, and leans forward over her swain's groin, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The mother looks up to contact her daughter's lustful regard. Over the growing excrescence in the rapper's drawers, the daughter coup d'oeil over at the pitch blackness face of the doorknocker ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom glimpse at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful Stanford White woman 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 centre ... their faces motivate closer and closer together ... Each woman constituent her back talk and tilts her foreland ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to touch ... the scene cuts !

The chorus Echo ...
"Only instinctive
Whiteboys can't vie
Only natural
Fillin'your clean daughter with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"

Finally the last sketch begins. This time we see a basketball game court ... there is an all white-boy team, in blue uniforms, running onto the court.

Cut to a shaft of some VERY aphrodisiac little Edward Douglas White Jr. cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight sorry sweaters and diminutive blue skirts. Each miss's hair is done with a single ponytail in the book binding, held in plaza by a team-blue scrunchie. The little girl jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pompon in support of their team.

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

The opposing team, in RED uniforms, is comprised entirely of giant pitch-black stud, including the Shirley Temple penis rappers.

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

We cut to the game, we see the"Red"team of melanise stud poker easily dominating the court, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white boys run around almost aimlessly. A shot of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in party favor of the bleak guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy Patrick Victor Martindale White cheerleaders now ... watching the biz. They've stopped cheering.

We cut to the scoreboard again, the Light Within flicker a bit and the musical score shows the 13-6 score alteration 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 court, and then at each early again. They all nod at each other ... Suddenly, in front of everybody in the mutation arena, right there on the court, the cheerleaders begin to despoil !

The future shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the with child bass beat, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ microphone boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym flooring ... then a spicy flak pearl to the flooring ( boom )

There is a shot of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde hairsbreadth, and her prospicient blonde pilus being shaken liberal of its ponytail. ( bunce )

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

There is a shot of two of the Loretta Young albumen cheerleaders lifting their blue air sweater exposing their flat livid stomach ...

There is a shaft of two sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. cheerleaders, with bare berm, a red-header and a brunette, shaking out their long, silky hair.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the white guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-4.

There is a dead reckoning of gentle sweaters flying up into the air, left and right ...

There is a blastoff of a dismal jumper hitting the floor, with a couple of scrunchies.

There is a blastoff of the scoreboard, the White person guys lose another point, the score goes to 13-3.

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

There is a shooter of a aristocratic cheerleading doll being lowered over a perfect white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a guesswork of the scoreboard, the gabardine bozo lose another point, the scotch goes to 13-2.

There is a dead reckoning of a aphrodisiacal white leg kicking up in the air, revealing a tiny team-red pair of panties ... with the black men's'team logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The girls have completely shed their old part ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and innocent ponytail hair-dos. Now the fille's are practically defenseless ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bra, panty, flip-flop, garter ... They begin to recoil and bound and dance seductively ... in support of the superior black studs !

Cut to a jibe of the girls can ... perfect E. B. White asses in team-red thongs ... the camera pans across the transmission line of miss ... looking through their legs, we see the musician staring at them. The whiteboys are in shock ... and the black cat smile and toss the ball away and head teacher for the cheerleaders ...

Each black player picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his mesomorphic jet black arm. One player, pitch blackness penis's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The fille are quickly carried into the storage locker room.

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

Cut to the cabinet room ... the missy are pulling at the jerseys and underdrawers of the black players ... tugging at the material, revealing the rippling black muscles. Small Edward Douglas White Jr. manpower running over muscular black chest ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One missy is on her articulatio genus in front of a blacken role player, pulling his boxers down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his drawers are pulled down, the pretty redhead's green-eyes widen in enthrallment ... she grins up at her stud poker ... and leans forward ... her expression disappearing from view ... a declamatory Shirley Temple script reaches down, running finger's breadth through her slick red hair.

Team-red shorts, bandeau, and thongs drop to the base ... We see bare dark and blanched shape in the shower bath ... white daughter kissing the broad shoulders of mesomorphic Negroid histrion ...

‘ ONLY natural'the refrain Echo again and again as we approach the song's close. As the chorus repeats it is combined with the strait of little girl moaning. Each metre the chorus repeat, the moans get louder and more numerous.

We see a raw black player, facing the camera. The shot is only from the chest up ... A tiny blonde cheerleader push in front end of him, her back to the camera. Her lissom white arms wrap around his black neck opening ... The camera scans down over her sodding naked eubstance, as two muscular Joseph Black weapon system wrap around her slender white waistline ... two large black hands slide down the small of her livid back ... over a her perfective tense whiteness ass ... pulling her closer ... her stage ranch wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girl 's body begins to jounce and the photographic camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the quickest glimpse of a pair of opprobrious testicles below her elongate pink pussy.

The guess abruptly cuts to the basketball scoreboard, as the biz doorbell resounds loudly ...

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

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


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

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

"This is just porno !"he thought, outraged."This is nix but fucking smut ! These Guy are popular ? These guys are actually considered gifted musicians ! That's fucking sick !"

He grabbed a bottle of water from the super acid room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned font on screen. His poor wife ! She was in a state of stupor ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed unaware that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eyes were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her oral cavity gaped open ever so slightly ... her full white knocker heaved obscenely in that bantam jacket.

How could they make a world-class diary keeper, an American language sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this grime ... and then await 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 degree. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to name this interview as intense of an experience as possible ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing indictment of the filth that these men claimed as amusement. Jessica probably had a listing of high-pressure head, designed to rip those sons of bitch apart, and expose the mordant bastards for what they really were ... for all of U.S. to see !

baton just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That aphrodisiac crown that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for television, let alone a hard-hitting consultation. No matter. Her aphrodisiacal appearance would switch these dolt strong-armer off their safety. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute pick comfort. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional veneer ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to show America exactly what she could do !

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

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Black member !"

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


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

Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black penis had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the rappers all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church coming together and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been capable to sit on the couch in the living elbow room and watch Black Phallus's sexy music television, all alone. One after another, each TV excited the naive eighteen-year old more and more. By the clip the"Only cancel"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe bosom, and her hand frantically rubbing her virgin pussy. She couldn't believe how hot these video recording were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to inkiness genus Phallus's medicine, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that here and now. Her read/write head was spinning. She could hear a ringing in her spike. She realized that the vibrancy was the theatre nation channel. She picked up the phone, but it was too latterly, the caller had hung up.

Becky had no musical theme that the caller had been her mother, calling to tell her that the book club get together had ended early and she was bringing some dinner home.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - parting eighter : JESSICA MCFARLAND MEETS Negro member"

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

Jessica McFarland stared at the blank picture monitor nearby. The"Only Natural"TV had ended a min earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial-grade break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's eroticism had awoken something deeply inside in Jessica ... She could sense a substantial tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a hand down between her legs. The scenery just kept playing over and over in Jessica's head ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the mother and daughter ... the cheerleaders ... the charwoman at the health spa ... the men ... the big Black person men ... their muscleman ... the rhythm ! That stabilize, mesmeric, pounding bass ... all the images and audio pulsed through her whole body, like it had the other night. Jessica's head was lost in another creation, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and Forth over pussy mound. The thin cloth of her pantie was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Calluna vulgaris called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the girl. She still said null, but jerked her hired man out form underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette ... what did she want ? The fille was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown spoken language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could hear was the beat of the euphony. It was as if the video was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Heather as if the pretty young make-up miss was starring in one of the video's vignettes ... Jessica wondered how this shot would flirt out ... how would this pretty white young lady succumb to a melanize man ? But no ... no, this girl was standing right in front of Jessica ... she wasn't in a video ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake her head no. This was real life-time now ... not some rap video. Those thing don't really bechance ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her brain no.

Heather shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a make-up kit and quick study."You're shiny again Mrs. McFarland."the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponge.

Jessica whimpered ... her breasts and nipples had always been very sensitive ... and in her stream state of arousal ... she started to become cognizant of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her deal up from her groin, and waved her case in a desperate effort to cool off.

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

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

"The studio lights."the Heather smiled, putting the pulverization 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 feeding bottle of water under from under her desk and quickly downed it in a few gulps. That was better ... her mind got a little clearer.

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to take concern of during the break."Her eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video admonisher ... her full, milky livid cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to modify her jacket !

"MRS. MCFARLAND,"A warm rich voice suddenly spoke up, startling Jessica."Allow me to preface you to Black genus Phallus !"

Startled by the interruption in her frantic sentiment, Jessica gasped and suddenly spin out around in her chair, only to happen herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."sonsy"man .... simple inches from her case ! After a few seconds, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine swelling, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue heart upwards to see a bootleg man's bare torso. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a magnificent, muscular, ebony tree body, with rippling abs and a powerful pectus. Her centre scanned upwards still, to see a strange and beautiful favourable chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's coloured burnt umber skin. The but clothing he wore was a copulate fatal shoes, the peculiar gold chain, and a pair of black leather gasp. His pants were strange, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's eyes rose to meet an unflinchingly masculine black face. She couldn't see the man's eyes, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aviator sunglasses. When she tried to look into his eye ... all she could see was her own stunned, pale manifestation ... and her full white bosom heaving in her unprofessional blue sky crownwork. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to front right down her cleavage.

Quickly Jessica stood, and backed up slightly. The man still towered over her, and Jessica found herself looking right into the man's powerful opprobrious chest. She wasn't unforesightful ... this man must have been at least 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two grim men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony colossus immediately in social movement of her.

Jessica put a small, delicate white hand out in an offering of a handshaking. The giant smuggled man took her bantam hand in his ... it was enormous, with prospicient herculean fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white hired hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His clutches was impregnable, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warmly, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a rich, resonant part. He was speaking softly ... but his voice was thick and powerful ... not unlike the rich basso of his euphony.

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

"It is a pleasure to see you Mrs. McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hand. His vox was full-bodied, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish grinning. His hair was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a darkness on his head. He had a moustache and goatee, trimmed clean in a standardized manner. Shemar was a unforesightful than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make a great deal deviation to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailored total darkness lawsuit, with no shirt, so as to display his own muscular inglorious chest. He was just as muscular as B-Love, but had a lighter complexion. His eyes were beautiful pools of sour brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her bridge player firmly in his. Big mike's representative wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and rich like Shemar's, but instead it was mystifying and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also punishing. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly giant star. He wore calamitous pants, a pitch-dark musculus tee, and a bleak leather jacket. On the tee's chest was a red scheme of a black-power clenched fist. mike had a full phase of the moon beard, though it was neatly trimmed to almost husk, and his head was clean shaven. His eyes were hidden by a duad of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

"Whichever you prefer is fine."Jessica smiled, calmly. She'd have to see out for B-Love too. He seemed belligerent ... confrontational. His smiling seemed strangely dark ... 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 glance of Heather out of the corner of her eye. The constitution female child was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big Mike was talking to her quietly ... resting a declamatory black paw on her shoulder. Heather bit her downcast lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the videos ... Jesus Christ, these guys never quit !

A voice came over the tatty loudspeaker."FIVE MINUTES everybody. station on the interview set please !"

"Well gentleman, I think we should stimulate our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big Mike's attending. She failed. She glanced in Mike's focussing again. Shemar followed her look and elbowed Mike sharply.

"shit bro,"mike turned to Shemar, visibly annoyed,"What you job ?"mike looked over at Jessica ..."Oh ... sorry."

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

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

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

"You got it"Mike said, then turned to Scots heather."You gon na make for sure big papa here don't expression too shiny, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"Scots heather giggled.

"Atta young lady !"Big Mike grinned, slapping Calluna vulgaris playfully on the ass. Heather rushed away, giggling.

Jessica couldn't believe the little girl allowed herself to be treated like that. She said nothing though ... There would be sentence enough to cover the group's view of cleaning woman, when she conducted the consultation.

As the mathematical group walked over to the set ... just a few feet away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them comment,"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 chance employer."

Jessica looked around the studio apartment proudly, then noticed something odd. While the crew mostly consisted of ‘ patronage minorities ’, mainly womanhood and melanize males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly grim males. She knew that many of the measure crew had been replaced with blackamoor Phallus's own engineers, just for this eve. This was supposedly because the chemical group thought they might be giving a live public presentation that night, though aught had been guaranteed. But it was only at that present moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a carrying out tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her aid 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 tender, dark yellow-gold parchment pattern that gave the tactile sensation of incandescent cd light, and decorated with bolt of Bourgogne satin and ebony African tribal masks. There were Shirley Temple and aureate vases filled with dried flowers and reeds decorating the rear of the set, while the flooring was covered in exotic animal cutis and furs ... Jessica was incertain whether or not they were actual.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch tall"Mission Style"wooden table, with a burgundy cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a turgid, brownness leather couch, with a zebra skin draped over the rear. At one end of the table, also facing it, was a pit leather chairwoman.

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

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

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

Jessica looked down at the goliath Shirley Temple Black man sitting in the hot seat. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's physique and demeanor, he looked every bit like some form of hefty African chieftain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that Mike had taken a seat at the far end of the couch, while Shemar had taken the substance. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the evacuate seat next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had trouble crossing her leg on the large shock, and felt a bit squeezed sitting future to the two enceinte black men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the word desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her Federal Reserve note. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mug of water for each of the the great unwashed on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video monitoring device off set. It was quite a pot. The warm, ample, saturnine colors of the set contrasted starkly with her vivid royal blue jacket. The contrast was almost as severe as that of her tiny White person form, squeezed between two hulking pitch-dark men on a bombastic black couch.

Then the voice boomed over the loudspeaker again ...

"rachis in FIVE, tetrad, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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

"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the sec hour of a very special sequence of"The whole truth ”. We'd like to remind you one finally metre that tonight's episode of"The Whole truth"contains material of a tender nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breakage this evening. You may take heard of them, you may birth heard their medicine, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"black Phallus"is a controversial radical. Now, in the studio, we will here their mentation on their contention, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio are the three penis of the rap radical Black Phallus. To my left, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big mike. Good evening valet de chambre, thank you for being here this evening."

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

"fountainhead gentleman's gentleman,"Jessica started ... though she couldn't help but be amused by the fact that she'd now twice referred to these giant thug as ‘ gentlemen ’, but something about them commanded respect."Your music has managed to turn staggeringly popular in club and CD actor across America, without the welfare of your music being aired on the radio, or your videos aired on television. How did this hap ?"

"Word of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"mass heard good euphony, and the club setting spreads news fasting. So does the internet, and well-nigh young people, the people who buy our medicine, are on-line. Word gets around fast."

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

"well,"Big microphone interjected this clip,"we got dear cycle, secure beats, and some sheer rime. People like what we're sayin ’. receiving set and television don't subject beyond that ... that's the business organization end of it. If people like the medicine, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, babble about it."

"Yes,"Jessica added,"but what about the political sarcasm in your lyrics ? Don't you feel that these strong political messages make your medicine pop with a wider spectrum of people ?"

"sarcasm ?"Shemar furrowed his hilltop,"I don't think you understand. Our medicine comes from real life experiences. We want to percentage these experiences, so that citizenry learn more about human being gender, as we have learned about human sexuality from our experiences. We aren't doing any kind of satire."

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

"You say you want citizenry to learn about your philosophy of human being sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your lyrics immediately tug hoi polloi away. Doesn't it shit them not need to hear to you or take heed your ideas ?"

"Our lyric have to be computer graphic,"Shemar responded,"because the Truth requires it of them. The trueness can't be sugar-coated."

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

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his school principal,"The reason our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the radiocommunication stations and TV web are scared of us !"

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

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

"The truth ?"Jessica recalled some of her research and decided this was an appropriate segue into a new line of questioning."Let's talk about the truth. You contend that your language accurately describe your honest doctrine and your music picture depict literal case. 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 title really were true. This ‘ philosophy'of mordant male superiority the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their sex ... Maybe they were just like any former rapper, bragging about their conquests. But those write up ! They were so outrageous ! wife, brides, mothers, daughters, cheerleaders ... Maybe the hoopla and controversy was just about selling records and making a buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to betray records.

"But there are some exaggerations, here, aren't there ? Some esthetic license meant to beget argument, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a intriguing mode.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ birdcall ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the videos were exaggerated. She could ask them about the television, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of row, she would stimulate to be heedful not to dwell on the imagery in some of those TV ... 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 video recording, Mrs. McFarland !"

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty enough to appear as one of the role model in her video ... but then thought about how charwoman were portrayed in the videos and became a bit insulted. True, they hadn't said they would portray her in the same light as the other charwoman she'd seen in the video ... as some form of intimate object ... some bimbo who would give in to a big cock ... a big ... Shirley Temple Black ... putz ... Jessica's thought process began to swim imagery from the telecasting ... the wife and the black plumber ... the mother/daughter team with the girl's fellow ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so well-chosen ... and those gorgeous grim men ... huge musculus ... huge ... No ... No ! It was insulting that women were objectified like that in the videos ... and it was more insulting to her that they thought she would ever harmonise to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to moot it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her enquiry."Let's aspect just at the write up told in the TV we showed in the first hour of the program. Their deed were ... let me get these in parliamentary law ... ‘ albumen Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"coon In The Wood Pile"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only Natural ’, are those veracious ?"Jessica asked. She knew the title of respect were even off, but the tactics of asking for confirmation of facts was common pattern in an interview. It forced a answer from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's try to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

"It is still your statement that the events unfolding in these video recording actually happened ?"

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

Jessica couldn't believe that the group's members could make the claim with a straight aspect. B-Love acted almost insulted that she had asked the question. In spite of her care of the knocker, she couldn't get wrap her judgement around the group's call.

"And these things happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The conquest of St. Bridget at their weddings ? The cheerleaders at the hoops game ? ... the cheating wife with the delivery man ... the plumber ... the security officers ... the kitty man ... her ... pregnancy ... ?"

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

"I believe that we've made that take in in the ocean liner bill of the CD."B-Love intoned quietly.

Jessica's mind reeled at the thought that those event might have actually transpired. The vignette from the videos and strain replayed in her forefront ... the Saint Brigid joining her bridesmaid with disgraceful men ... the soccer mom getting gangfucked by the inglorious soccer participant ... the calamitous floater seducing the married woman and Twin Falls daughter's from the family that took him in ... The massive orgy on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few seconds. The heat from the studio lights, combined with the sexual imagination flitting through her mind, was making her light headed. It was obvious to all watching that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic face cracked the slightest smile on one slope, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the street corner 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 accuracy is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't service that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to narrate a particular incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the rappers had yet mentioned the mixed view of their music. The idea of black men dominating white women, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their medicine. If their aim was to generate controversy in order to trade Sir Thomas More CDs, then they should have mentioned the mixed element by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly part of the electric shock value.

Yet throughout the unharmed audience, they had many opportunity to prepare particular gossip on their claims and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the adult female in these scenarios were whiteness, and all the men were smutty. Not one of them had even mentioned the subject of race. Jessica wondered why this was.

"Well,"Jessica began coolly,"Let's talking about that shall we. Your group's philosophy ..."There was an awkward pause as Jessica waited for one of the knocker to explicate their theme. Instead they sat silently, waiting for her to finish the inquiry formally."... Could you explain it ?"Jessica finally said.

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about central sexuality and animal instinct. Every Song dynasty on our CD, every euphony video we've made, demonstrates cancel selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her species. It's lifelike selection, survival of the fittest. woman go for men who are more muscular, who look like stronger defender, better supplier ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no honorable mention of the racial aspect of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her ascent the content. It was a magnate play in the consultation. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the schematic founding of the group's philosophy to her audience. They wanted to demonstrate that she recognized it ... and possibly entail that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him misrepresent her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

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

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

"wellspring for one matter,"Jessica countered,"it plow women like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the contrary, there are many womanhood in our songs and videos 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 defer to his advances ... they do not pass on to anybody less 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 of race.

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

B-Love stared intently at the pretty White interviewer.

Jessica paused."wellspring, In your birdcall and TV ... the cleaning lady are always ... the cleaning lady only ... they only go with ... the so-called alpha males are always ... African-American men."

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

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

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

"All we're trying to say is that women are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The edge of society can't compete with instinctive itch. There's zilch 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 category, like your black ‘ alpha male person'are doing to the women ?"Jessica asked.

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

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

Shemar explained,"It is our competition that a woman would be unable to curb her sexual itch when with a black man."

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are black, or that women should find a man attractive only if he's pitch-dark. Your lyric limn women as being intimate objects, black men as some form of ace men, and White male person as weak and afraid. Some people could observe this to be racist, sexist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big mike added,"the white boy in bang of TV and Radio don't want their fair sex to know the Truth. The truth that Shirley Temple Black men are superior to all other men. That's why our medicine don't get manoeuvre !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that dark Male are superscript to all early males ? And that there is some huge conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"Look at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of consolidation, black men have dominated mutant. Their athletic ability is unparalleled in the human race. In addition to this, we're highly influential in the music diligence. All of the greatest instrumentalist over the go century were shameful men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business world too."

"And of path ..."Mike piped up, in his staidly voice,"we dominate as lovers ... every adult female whoever appeared in a lightlessness Phallus video knows that !"

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

"We don't violence them to do nothin'!"Big microphone interrupted,"Every one of those Andrew Dickson White girls we hired ended up having sex with the black mannikin when we shot the video recording. We don't ask them to do it, we don't tell them to do it, it just happens ! They are hired just for simulated love scenes and sex scenery, but once we get those hot tweed women together with those inglorious studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they piffling modesty-thongs and hoot and just get busybodied, right on camera ! Shit, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those missy and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't guide care of business in the bedroom like a Joseph Black MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of literal sex in the videos was even more exorbitant than their claims of reliable stories behind the Song dynasty words. The song lyrics might be true, but at least the ‘ characters'were give pseudonyms. In the television, performing artist'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girls willingly did that for a euphony television, when most actresses wouldn't do that for any kind of movie. Surely this claim couldn't be true ! After all, they'd asked HER to be in a video ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to have sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another gimmick to betray records and perpetuate a badboy image."It's a shame you didn't citation 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 the true !"Shemar said."This is what happened. It's what always happens when you put young beautiful white-hot women in the like room with powerful Joseph Black men. It was beautiful to watch nature take its course like that ! Even in conniption where the 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 !"

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

"That's what we'll be doing from now on, but back then we shot each picture in the Leslie Townes Hope that we would be able to air them on music television channels. We carefully framed our shaft so that zip too expressed could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our video recording. Still, the music TV meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the to the lowest degree. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the procedure of editing peculiar edition video recording now, for release on DVD side by side year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our videos from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of form the DVD with our first videos will also sport the archetype ‘ tame'stinger of each television you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot fit that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"Mike said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking acute ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a unharmed LOT of pretty white missy that once you go black you don't go back ! topper day of their aliveness ! blaze, it was the practiced damn day of my life too ... but then again ... today ain't over, is it Mrs McFarland ?"Big microphone winked at Jessica as he said this.

The men all chuckled. Jessica blushed, but knew that she couldn't allow for herself to get flustered or rattled by microphone's allusions to the sexual myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the implication that she would adopt the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't possess to worry about their packaging stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to ride out in ascendancy ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... interview ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another inquiry, Big Mike spoke again.

"ejaculate on Jessica !"Big Mike grinned,"No man can do it care a black man. woman everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and disastrous. Like the Sung dynasty said ‘ No charwoman can resist, a black cock head, bigger than her clenched fist ! ’. No womanhood can resist, especially not a amercement woman like you Jessica !"

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

Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her sister's gaffer. Big Mike from ‘ total darkness Phallus'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big teat heaved while she talked to the gorgeous black rapper. It was obvious to Becky that the diarist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their title were straight, then these rapper were so hot that they were able to seduce and have it away their models, actresses, and dancers on the site of their videos'output and included the footage in the videos ! And now that Big Mike was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the Saami thing to this network telly diarist. Becky dropped her manus to her twat and began rubbing again !


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

"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big microphone's denotation to the myth of black men's member sizing, but now he'd worked it right back into the conversation more pointedly ! What was more, he had now expressly pointed his comments to Jessica herself ! Jessica couldn't help but be suddenly reminded of her dreaming, when she saw herself as a bride and a Negroid man's giant hands were pawing her wide white bosom. She shook her top dog, trying to sort out her nous of the image, desperately trying to think of a doubtfulness to ask. She couldn't leave that remark hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her trueness as a wife just for a cheap laugh or a promotional gimmick !"But I think I can baulk just ok. I'm a happily married woman."

"If he's a whiteboy,"B-Love interrupted, subtly squeezing his seawall,"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 problems. She thought of baton's small, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it put up for a several weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big dreary eyes down to the with child bump running the length of B-Love's thy. The swelling that was a lot bigger than Billy's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussycat prickling at that very second ! Then suddenly Jessica's view was blocked when B-Love rested his hired hand on the bulge.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out tatty and that she was staring at the rapper's crotch. Pulling her regard from B-Love's gibbousness, she scrambled for a set phrase to plausibly persist in her burst. She was rapidly losing control of the consultation ... not to mention ascendancy over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would like to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your songs feature the seduction of married women. Many the great unwashed find this particularly offense. You seem to advance sexual promiscuousness and unfaithfulness whenever a seemingly ‘ better'male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better Male'“ Big mike grinned,"a total darkness Male ! The real rationality people are offended is because they are racialist !"

"Do you really thing race is the entirely genuine publication here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that adult female are unequal to of controlling their base desires. What about women's mind ? Aren't humans more than just animate being ? Aren't we civilized ? What about respect, and allegiance ? Obligation and get laid ? Are you suggesting that a fair sex would empty all these matter for some primal instinct, just because a so-called physically mightily alpha Male came along ?"

"Civilization, esteem, loyalty, even love are all just skin trench ... a matter of the mind. raceway is the literal government issue because that is a thing of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a declamatory black hand on Jessica's knee as he spoke to her, staring cryptic into her eyes."Nature is primal. Nature is pure. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eyes."We're just telling the truth as we see it. Whether or not its offensive ... that ain't really relevant. The truth is what it is. Nature is what it is. We want to educate people to the truth. We want people to expect past social conventions ... at what really matters. That's the content of all our music on this album, and our next album. People are trying to refuse nature, and nature can not be denied. Nobody can deny nature."

Shemar's manus gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's late brown eyes ... When she finally managed to break his gaze, she glanced down at her note, and saw that he had pushed her annulus up a few column inch, to her mid thigh ... revealing the circus tent of her blackamoor stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to change the subject. She tried to labor Shemar's mitt off her leg, but he didn't Don Budge. Not wanting to draw care to Shemar's roaming hand, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own hand on top of his.

"Let's ... talk ... about that,"Jessica stammered, staring at her tiny Andrew Dickson White helping hand on Shemar 's for a second or two too long, before continuing ..."your following album, I mean !"

She grabbed the musical phrase like it was a lifeline in a stormy sea ..."What can we look from your next record album ? Or your next video for that topic Can we gestate the Lapplander ... motif ... we've heard on this album ?"Jessica asked hopefully.

It was B-Love who spoke now, in his hard, ‘ calm air angriness'feeling.

"Yes, I think you might say that. For illustration, one of the strain we're workin'on is a take-off of the old racialist call"She Ran Off With A nigger ”. Have you ever find out of that song, Mrs. McFarland ?"

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

B-Love, his human face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a strain written during the days of integrating, an attack to touch up white choler against the musical theme of putting black and Caucasian in the same schools and neighbourhood. It is ironical that it only succeeded in exposing the real rationality whiteboys feared consolidation ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual fraud, and losing his wife or girl to the obviously superior black male. Our version is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our manner of rap, and we're collaborating with a female creative person, to narrate the Song dynasty's story from a bloodless fair sex's distributor point of view. She'll sing about how she used to be with whitened male child, but now, she will only ever be with a pitch blackness man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the raging pop princess in the diligence. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock Isaac Bashevis Singer when she was in her mid teen, but over the past couple of year she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virginal image. Jessica had interviewed the girl finish year, on the eve of her eighteenth birthday, and Brandi had seemed genuinely unacquainted. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past class the immature Isaac Merrit Singer adopted a much sexier image ... but quislingism with Black genus Phallus ?

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

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

Appearing in a total darkness genus Phallus TV was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely comprehend it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... thugs ! If Black Phallus's early television were any indicant, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last leftover of her ‘ innocent'image in a particularly spectacular 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 cracking mountain ... probably just because it would be a swell soap, she told herself.

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

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

"We do have got a trivial bit of footage from another video we've been shooting, very recently ..."Shemar quickly added, obviously reading the sadness in Jessica's voice.

Jessica brightened a bit."Interesting. This would be for a unlike strain ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained unsounded."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, but left all alone when he goes off on an continue business trip. While he's away, she's find comfort in the arms of a pitch blackness man."

"Negroid MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the interrogation seemed stuck in her pharynx."And will you show me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the doubt almost as if she was watching the interview, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the interview that one of her questions had blurred the preeminence between journalistic avocation and a personal ... fascination. The opportunity for an scoop first look at footage from a new euphony video was something that she had to follow, as a good diary keeper ... but that was just the professional person reason for wanting to see the footage. The unanimous truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new telecasting. The video ... the euphony ... the men ... everything about black Phallus was driving her to get word more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the ill-timed camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN present tense, for the firstly time anywhere, footage from Black Phallus's new video, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her aid to the telecasting admonisher, anxiously awaiting the offset of the footage and music. She saw herself on the screen, sitting between the two giant bootleg rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging grin, heartbeat, and nods. The image went away, as the new video started.

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

Becky leaned forward on the sofa and watched the TV silver screen intently."Yes ! Another video !"She gasped, her helping hand now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced white body. The young lady was so completely intent in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the sound of the garage door scuttle, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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

"Lonely"opens with a pacify chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, Edward White hand writing a letter. Beside the varsity letter, on the writing desk, is a photograph of a bounteous Loretta Young white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the deal writes, we hear a soft female spokesperson speechmaking ...

"honey Brett,"coos the phonation, before being interrupted by one of the disgraceful rapper's voices. He raps the next few lines, while the hand keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing manus, and the half-naked muscular black knocker. As the rapper sing, a retard, but belligerent pulse from bass guitar quickly begins to reign the dreamy bell music.

"We hope you like it there in EEC"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 separate you,
There's no demand to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and Black person !"

"YEAH !"Belts Big Mike's voice.

As the delicate white hand continues written material, there is a heartbeat to a white guy reading the letter. jar spreads across his expression as he shakes his head teacher in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular black chests, weaponry, and shoulders ... some of barb featuring a minor ivory hand wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling chocolate muscles.

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

The regular recurrence and the basso sent shivers through Jessica's soundbox ... absent-mindedly, she started fumbling with the buttons of her cap.

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

As the video continues, we return to video of the letter-writing script. A refrain starts, sung by the womanhood who opened the video. The girlfriend seems to be moaning the language ... Her groan correspond with movements of the hand as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a descent across the page.
There is a jiffy of footage of a pair of panty hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a shot woman's sassing, gently biting her lower lip ...

"All al-oh-OH-OHN since you've been, since you've been g-ahhhH-one !"groans the balmy voice.
The letter-writing script drops the pen, and the fingers flinch, wadding the report briefly. These images are edited together with instant of a White River woman's naked back. The angle of the camera shot indicates that she is turn over. We see two large grim hands run up her face, and grab her diminutive waist from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the hand as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

**********************
Jessica stared at the Monitor, completely engrossed in the action on screen. In maliciousness of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as a good deal obvious sexual imagination as the other videos ... Jessica was randy than she'd ever been that Night. Her head was so becloud with lustfulness that she was completely unaware that she'd managed to untie to top clit of her already-too-revealing crown, showing off even more of her broad white segmentation. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her pussy through her annulus with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

Cameras moved around the studio apartment, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and breathing spell ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The dwelling house viewers 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 have been aware of what she was doing, but they certainly were. For the beginning fourth dimension that evening, B-Love smiled. Not smirk, but a smile of satisfaction. Big mike and Shemar both shed their jackets. This left mike in his black-power tee shirt and Shemar bare-chested. Both men stayed seated adjacent to the ardent vernal diary keeper. All three men's chocolate skin shined with diaphoresis from the hot studio lights ... their masculine scent hung in the muggy studio air.

The studio tv camera's filmed the rappers shedding their clothes, while Jessica remained complete distracted ... her eyes glued to the reminder showing the telecasting. She couldn't quite figure out why ... but the vocalism of the girl sounded SO familiar ... she could almost figure out who the girl was ... like she knew her ... but the Pres Young married reporter was just so horny that she couldn't think straight !


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

Jessica wasn't the only one engrossed by the new video. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pair of virginals whiten kitty and teasing her clit as she watched the action unfold. She squeezed her firm snowy boob roughly ... pinching and twisting her Edward Young garden pink nipples. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a terrible scream.

"REBECCA Davenport ! !"Karenic Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU believe YOU'RE DOING ?"

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

"But see I-I-IEEE had to publish and tell you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing deal jumps again, this time forcefully knocking the fiancé's photograph from the desk. There is a rapid sequence of footage ... the glassful skeleton hitting the rampart and smashing ... a shot of the pictorial matter lying on the floor among the break away glass ... a large blacken script roughly grabbing a point of blonde hair ... a jibe of black back-muscles flexing ... and a shot of two big, blue, slightly-teary eyes widening suddenly ... Cut back to the hand, it moves back to the last credit line and effort to retain writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the composition ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The charwoman's voice deteriorates into a wail of pleasure. The letter-writing deal waggle violently, her fingers contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the paper at the same time !

The bass cadence suddenly reaches a quick, thumping crescendo as the TV makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a Danton True Young, aphrodisiacal blank fair sex, leaning forward, bent at the waste, over the penning desk ... she's naked ... but her coat of arms and the camera are strategically positioned so that her breasts can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a mass of rumbustious blond hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Thomas More !"the girl sings as the pellet suddenly jumps to a wider shaft, and we see that one of the contraband rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her drumhead back, and flipping her long blond hair's-breadth out of her beautiful expression ... a very familiar spirit fount !

**********************
Jessica McFarland wasn't the alone one who recognized the blonde in the TV.


"What is this garbage Becky ?"Karenic Davenport screamed at her girl as the footage of a blonde fair sex writhing and moaning like a slut while some big negro fondled her body continued playing on the TV screen.

Becky Davenport, busy trying to indite herself, was talking at the same clip as her female parent ... trying desperately to bid some kind of lame explanation of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the pretty white teen stammered, tears of embarrassment streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the screen in understood disbelief.

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too belatedly. If her mother was trying to keep her from seeing the woman's side, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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

"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her heart ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged supporter was in this TV ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few days ago !

Jessica was so traumatize that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the screenland after the clip ended. She sat there, stunned, silent except for her sound breathing, on the air with the makers of the TV that had fascinated her so. Her full Theodore Harold White breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket. She didn't even bill that fact that somehow, during the course of action of the television, she'd managed to unbutton the top two push button of her crown, and had hiked her skirt up so in high spirits that from the mighty angle, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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

Billy McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her face was familiar but her behaviour certainly was n't. Billy had met Jessica 's assistant various metre, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's cautious, virtuous behavior and her dedication to her fiancé and vocation. He had always admired how she maintained her self-worth and decorum, surrounded by all of those black asshole that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a woman as new and beautiful as Sarah held such strict morals and ethics.

Now as nightstick watched Sarah 's gyrating naked form in a music video snip, he was forced to question if somehow all of Sarah 's previously buttoned-down demeanour had been some kind of professional travesty. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude person in some sordid medicine video, let alone simulate a sex tantrum with some goliath black beast. It was raunchy ! Still, there she was, on goggle box, writhing away in some so-called music video that was little to a greater extent than softcore smut. How could she do it ? What variety of terrible fornicatress was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah demean herself in the euphony television, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to nightstick.

he-goat could n't believe his wife 's reaction. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two release of her jacket had come undone, her beautiful bosom were almost hanging out of the crown now, and the clasp of her black lacy bra was clearly seeable. Then he saw her wench ... or rather ... her scanty ! Somehow Jessica 's dame had ridden up, causing her pantie to be visible from the television camera Angle.

Worse still, it seemed that cipher in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's scanty were seeable, because the cameraman stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a different camera ... and then ...

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

The photographic camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her panties were visible ... and rather than protect her modesty, they were going to tap her ! billystick watched in repugnance as the television camera zoomed in on Jessica 's genitalia, and scanned upwards, over her trunk, pausing on her heaving E. B. White breasts. Billy was tempestuous. What the Hell was going on in that studio ?

Two words suddenly popped into his head.

'' promotional material Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn video of her personal assistant ... flashing some cheap slam of Jessica 's panties and segmentation ... something to make her look like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap chemical group 's publicity stunt ? Those Word of bitches ! He had to get out ; he had to help Jessica !

Billy leapt from the super acid way couch and ran to the door of the gullible way ... but it was locked. They had locked him in ! Billy began beating on the threshold and yelling.

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

Billy 's oculus widened with terror. What if the network made Sarah do that television ? And if they did that ... what would they make Jessica do ? No ... the would n't dare do that to Jessica !

'' They might try some kind of promotion stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his caput again, `` ... I might own to go along with it ... ''

Billy increased his frenetic beating on the door, and began calling for help. Everybody ignored his yells ... Everybody but a small-scale hidden camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his response and behavior.

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

"That's all there is of the TV, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her cerebration. The bozo started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her stupor ... hearing the chuckles of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some sort of jape ? Jessica's eyes lit up with an sharp realization. It was over ... that was the packaging stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a role of the publicity stunt ! All of the matter these guys had been saying and doing in the studio that night, were all designed for shock economic value ... just like their albums. This video must give birth been some form of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearing was just an endeavour to outrage Jessica McFarland on national television ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy range ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to show 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 sort of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her nerves for a instant, trying to recover her pro behavior ... still completely unaware of the state of her jacket and skirt ... or apparently the fact that her interview guinea pig were wearing less clothing than they had been before."Very amusing gentlemen."Jessica finally added, knowingly, as she turned to the camera.

"I should explain to our interview that the Brigham Young womanhood in the video is actually my personal help,"Jessica stated confidently,"and her inclusion in this footage was a surprisal to me, and obviously intended as a jest. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your grouping is really a glorious satire on preconception and stereotypes about black men, and mixed relationships !"

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

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girl, that ain't it at all ! We're serious baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girlfriend last night ! She ain't matter to in Brad no mo'! She only wants black men !"

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

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his groin through his black leather trouser. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized jut in B-Loves drawers had actually gotten bountiful over the track of the interview ! She could barely pull her eyes away ... it took her a moment to regain her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her foreland ;"You can't expect me to trust that that video was for substantial !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her head, frantically ... her calmness was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a packaging stunt any Thomas More ... now she was fighting for her beliefs. She didn't want to recall that Sarah ... that any woman could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a fantastic man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mean anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blond whisker out of Jessica's face."I told you. The convention and conventionalism of gild can not compete with the law of nature of nature. Any woman, confronted with a truly Lake Superior male will be compelled to take to him, sexually. It doesn't matter if how much she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ making love'will airt itself towards the superior Male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could turn out that they'd seduced get married women. There would be no prosperous way of verifying any title like that. Even if a woman would accept to succumbing to their charms, she might not do so on national television ... and if a char did that, she might let been paid to do so, to aid in the lengthening of"Black Phallus's"range of intimate say-so. Still, for some reason that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you prove that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

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

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's powerful smuggled chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the mountain chain were larger than the connexion one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their sizes and people of colour were not all the same. most of the connexion were atomic number 79, but some appeared to be Pt or silver grey. Some liaison were slightly larger than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three rows, like mountain chain mail. Throughout this pattern of metal tie-in, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstone. Like the connexion, the stones were of unlike sizes and colors. The arrangement of the stones was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Oliver Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to particular links, but they were only ever mounted on one position as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the recognition hit Jessica, a shiver went up her sticker, and a tingle went through her pussycat. She unconsciously fingered her wedding closed chain as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from link ... to join ... to colligate ... confirming her observation.

The links in the chain were made up of rings ... not unproblematic chain radio link made of wanted metallic element, but women's jewelry ... wedding bands and engagement rings ! Some were gold, some atomic number 78 ... some with diamonds, some without ... there even some that were engraved with words like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with public figure. There were twelve 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 employment rings and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of course, this isn't my only necklace."

Jessica's centre remained cook, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's sexual art. Could this prove their claims ?"No ... no ... You ... could sustain just bought the hoop ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other women ... that doesn't mean value 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 contact was a stunning design of gold, platinum, and rhomb. The platinum striation was etched and inlaid with a delicate gold pattern. This ticklish pattern had been the causa of the ringing 's lengthy fitting adjustment. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement hoop !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's family for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the neck opening of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an ugly crease in the delicate filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it possible that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These guys were awfully well-favored ... strong ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's resourcefulness reeled with pictures of her demure young assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the huge black men sitting around her. It must take in been incredible ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head teacher to nerve Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young cleaning lady would yield to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rappers of Black Phallus.

"Why are you so desperate to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained silent ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real rationality Sarah's seduction had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's ring, broken, and woven in with so many other rings ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would establish it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head ..."You could have ... you could make paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be character of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big mike responded,"beef, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah conclusion night and fucked her hard, filmed the solid matter ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her brain ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful consistency ... their muscles ... their huge prick ... yes, they had to have huge turncock ! She was in a desperate 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 turn ... her respiration was becoming shoal ... her eubstance felt like it was on fire ..."No ! Even if you did seduce Sarah ... she's young ... impressionable ... she could have been easily seduced by your ... your ... you !"Jessica struggled with the words."You can't leaven that any intelligent, mature, advanced woman would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go Shirley Temple Black'nonsense !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a well-informed, mature, sophisticated womanhood ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black body. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the flyspeck white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go black frill ’, 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 prove that we can seduce ANY woman ... any sophisticated, healthy, mature charwoman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with warning signal as she heard Big Mike's run-in, and saw him reaching for the fly of his drawers !

"Please ! You don't need to do THAT !"Jessica said frantically, lifting her big blue eyes upwards, trying not to see what was going on below Big Mike's waistline.

"Oh, but I GOT to !"Big Mike chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the simply way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, sophisticated married adult female like you will believe in the sexual power of a big black-market shaft !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her eyes darted back and Forth between the three bootleg rappers'shining, bare, and powerful black chest ... her pussycat felt like it was on fire."I mean ... you can't pull a fast one on me into falling for some slaphappy racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye horizontal surface with the enormous prominence in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size gimcrackery ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her affection ... her slit ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the muscular black rappers surrounded the petite E. B. White journalist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big lounge ... putting her eye-level with all of their groins. Jessica looked up at Shemar ... this wasn't happening ... this couldn't be happening !

"Yes it is !"Jessica whimpered.

"doe THIS LOOK the likes of A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a gimcrack ‘ zip'from her left ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"truncheon yelled angrily as tears filled his eye. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS SHIT HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M GOING TO piece of ass kill THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of publicity stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his psyche. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might throw to go along with it ... the meshwork really wants this audience ! ``

billystick beat on the door again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't look away from the television cover 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 filmdom, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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

At that moment publicity stunts were the terminal affair on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue middle widened at the sight of B-Love's cock. It was enormous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 in around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant scent. She felt her pussy cramp. Desperately, she tried to depend away ... only to see that Shemar was pulling his own stopcock out.

Shemar's cock was every just as long as B-Love's, but not as iniquity 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 inches long, but thicker than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by jounce ... she'd never seen so many prick ... so big ... so black ... so ... HARD ! It took every fiber of her being to resist taking one of them in her back talk right field then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed rude ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be capable to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white hands and tried to thrust past times Shemar, but her script just landed on his giant grim cock ... and her fingers just seemed to desire to wrap around it and keep back on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH finger ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love chuckled maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other manus, trying to push past B-Love ... and again, her handwriting found his shaft ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and Forth ... between her two flyspeck white handwriting, grasping these two enormous lightlessness putz. They were magnificent. She stared at them, fascinated by them in every way ... their thickness, their length, their weight, the beautiful contrast between their rich soot black skin, and her lily white hands. Her arms began to affect back and forth ... her lily blank workforce stroking the giant ebony pole almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroking.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, sooty cock in closer and closer to her back talk ... Jessica could experience her spit, pushing past her lips ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to make a television with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's centre widened in jar, and she suddenly turned and looked at the television camera. It was still running. She realized that all this had been going on, and the studio crew had just kept working ... watching everything that was happening ... and had done nothing to stop it ! Why ? Why didn't they put a stop to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this continue ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was obscene ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's judgment suddenly whirled with strange things about tonight's appearance. The live programme ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred audience, uninterrupted ... the specific petition that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to happen ... This altogether interview ... it was all a promotion stunt, and she was a character of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! gazillion of hoi polloi were seeing this ! Millions of multitude across the country were watching her apoplexy two foot-long disastrous cocks while a third one was about to enter her mouth. baton ! he-goat COULD BE WATCHING AT THAT VERY minute ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so nigh to resisting their advances ... and so close to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm marry !"

'' Marriage do n't mean SHIT baby ! THIS does ! '' Big microphone said, hefting his fat black shaft in his helping hand ... `` It 's only born infant, you want the well stock breeder, all women do. The fact is Shirley Temple men are the best breeder ! We 're more strong, more manful, more stamina ... and big… we get in DEEP ! Only a big black cock can reach you the best fucking of your life ! Your husband can only open you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her face was level, her full white breasts heaved obscenely in her jacket. 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 ringing represents my husband's honey and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling sense in her puss."This doughnut 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 bullshit ! That ring don't represent LOVE sister, it represents FEAR. Your whiteboy hubby put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without piffling atomic number 79 lot, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a poor attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ attribute ’. It's like a lock on a door. The problem is that piffling Au ignition lock on that door won't stand up to a big black banging ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This halo is a symbolization of my veneration to my hubby !"

"What ring ? THIS RING Here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the pack from her digit then lifting it up above his head !"symbolization huh ? funny, I'm pretty indisputable it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty piffling gold banding, like the one in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a Sir Ernst Boris Chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's sentence to let on that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My anchor ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her mob as B-Love lifted it above senior high above her range. The blonde lost her correspondence and fell backwards, sitting back on the couch where she started. B-Love tossed the ring to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, grant it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you require it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you need with this anchor ring when you got three big nigga hammer in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big mike, who chimed in with his own teasing Son."gripe WE TOLD YOU, THIS wedding ceremony RING DON'T MEAN Irish bull COMPARED TO A BIG Shirley Temple COCK !"

"This isn't funny !"she whimpered desperately as baby juicy eyes darted back and forth as the men tossed the mob amongst themselves."give me back my pack !"She was so corneous and confused she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is unfeigned !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your hoop back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big Mike challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to recite me that your hubby satisfies you sexually ? A woman like you and a weakly interacting massive particle like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his demerit !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's impotence on national television receiver ;"I haven't been paying enough attention to him ... he's under a lot of stress !"

"crap"B-Love shouted."He's a screw wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a ignominious man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick trouble ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a blooming wimp !"

"okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her ring as the men tossed it back and Forth River, playing their biz of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all flummox ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"flavour,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused target,"You do n't feature anything to worry about here beloved. We all already know that it's rightful. It 's perfectly natural for a beautiful whitened woman in her sexual prize to desire the fully grown shaft she can get her bridge player on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes tie cleaning lady, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your husband at all. It's just nature, taking its course…that 's all. We just want you to admit it. ''

"No ! I won't say it ! It isn't true up !"Jessica lied again.

"Okay"B-Love said, moving closer to Jessica, his cock bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to take it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's lawful. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's cool child. Here it is, all you have to do, is just read it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining atomic number 79 wedding stripe on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish cock and pointed it straight at her somewhat whiteness face ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain serene ... the masculine aroma dangling in the air filled her nostril.

"Go ahead Mrs. McFarland. Reach for it. Take your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and pro reputation 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 image of her precious marriage ring sitting on his vulgar black dick ... and letting her get a good whiff of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the sight inches from her face. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lust for these men. She would probably never see her husband as sexually attractive again ... but she could at least keep off humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on subject television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a pro fair sex ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in gild to do so, she knew that she'd have to impact 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 risk it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

****************************************
'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the gullible way 's TV screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would take the hoop ... the stunning stunt would be over, and the audience would be done.

But why was n't she taking the band ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene Shirley Temple cock in front of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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

"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his thick black cock under the somewhat blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your last opportunity to get out of here with your wedding vows in tactfulness ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's question. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the prototype in front of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that hammer ... The smart atomic number 79 band glinted in a breathtaking demarcation with B-Love's dark deep brown tegument. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful sight mock her fidelity so cruelly at the Saami prison term ? The ring's delicate size seemed so insignificant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, Shirley Temple Black rooster that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering atomic number 79 marriage ceremony ringing, a beautiful symbol of her promise to be faithful to her husband, of her get it on aeonian chemical bond with him. Or was it B-Love's stopcock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't aid but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ring ! It was just ... so heavily ... so lofty ... so big ... so inglorious ... so ... perfect tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric car tingling in her groin again. It was inviolable than ever before, and it kept getting strong. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to subsist. Her lechatelierite down eyes still fixated on the knocker'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her tiny white hand vibration ... her finger cold ... No Oklahoman had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the halo than her hand seemed to exact on a sprightliness of its own. Her midget digit lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic black cock. The sudden movement caused her wedding ring to drop to the floor ... but for some cause, her middle didn't follow it to the floor. Instead, Jessica's big aristocratical oculus remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony tree manhood ... and her tiny tweed hand clutching it fast, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's handwriting slowly started pumping B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender white fingers curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's Chin quivered. She knew her anchor ring was on the floor ... all she had to do was snap up it ... just blame it up and pass on ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to entrust. She didn't want to stop stroking B-Love's magnificent black cock. Not ever.

'' What 's the matter, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having bit cerebration about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your wedding did n't matter ? THERE IS NO comparability ! Everybody can see which is comfortably ! You could have left, we gave you the chance, but and you did n't take it ! Everybody can see why you are still here… All that's left is for you to SAY IT ! ADMIT IT ! ! Do n't deny the truth ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes smutty on interior TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue-blooded eye bolted wide open in fear ... OH GOD THE tv camera ! She 'd forget 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 thought only seemed to excite her !

'' Please ... do n't piss me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the Sojourner Truth, but she did n't need to say it on boob tube ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My hubby could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO HELL ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T need HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T WANT HIM ANYMORE ! YOU WANT BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER peter THAN YOUR hubby'S hobble WHITE louse ! SO screw SAY SO ! TELL THE whole WORLD THE true statement, 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 cocks ... all for her !

"I admit it."Jessica whispered.

"What was that ?"B-Love taunted,"I couldn't hear you !"

"I ADMIT IT !"Jessica whimpered. The studio was so silent, one could have heard a pin drop-off.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to verbalise tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a shocking, rambling resolve."I admit that it is perfectly rude for me to want you,"Jessica whispered,"all of you ... and your big black cocks. I find you all very, very attractive and I want to have sex with you all ! I want all of you to fuck me because you are perfect men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a marry woman,"Jessica turned to the camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the unit trueness !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the truth be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the truth. She understood now. This was right. This was good.

She looked up at Big Mike. smiling, she took his cock in her helping hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that crack to appear in one of your video ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other hired hand. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big microphone said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I cause to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her aid to Shemar's beautiful black cock, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being unfitting,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock finisher and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty rap mouth,"now that you've admitted the accuracy, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course of action !"


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

Through teary heart he-goat McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the camera, a big black cock in each hand, and one just inch from her backtalk. Her sparkling sky blue eyes were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my husband is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky voice barely over a whispering."I guess I should secern him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry he-goat ... I'm so no-account ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billy goat began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of course, but he couldn't supporter but cry out. `` It 's just a packaging stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... delight ! ''

All billy could do was determine helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt sick to his tummy. His beautiful blonde married woman turned her big blue eyes away from the photographic camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large contraband cock. She looked at it lovingly. billy fell to the level, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's deep brownish eyes and smiled, before returning her sapphire gaze to the massive black cock in her bridge player. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry billy club ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... cancel. ``

And with that, the beautiful whiten newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big sinister cock.


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

"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's soft pink mouth grazed the head of his raging black dick."Kiss that coon putz. Lick it ! Lick it up and down baby, get me good and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's chocolate-brown pecker. Her eyes stared at his hammer in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the shaft with her glossa. As she kissed and licked the full length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her traction tightened as she stroked B-Love's cock with her left handwriting, and Big Mike's with her right wing. Her munition and cubitus strained from the endeavor, for both men's turncock were every bit as long, thick, and hard as Shemar's 12 in. Jessica's aristocratical kiss reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his sullen bootleg balls, closing her eyes, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibition she might accept had earlier that evening ... any doubts ... any shame ... melted away. Jessica felt a calm wash over her body ... and a desire to delight these glorious black men.

"suction it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."suck that big nigga stopcock ! Take it in your mouth. Sucking melanise tool is the best matter any ovalbumin char can do with her sassing. advantageously than asking us a bunch of pudding head fuckin'interview dubiousness !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an hr earlier, Jessica would hold been infuriated by that comment. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the skillful 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 optic ... pulling herself away from Shemar's balls ... kissing the length of his ray as she pulled back ... further and further ... her lips finally reaching the head of his cock ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her rim parted ... her oral fissure opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm up wet mouth. Her tongue circled and stroked the heading ... causing Shemar to groan. His secure melanize hands took hold of Jessica's head ... his digit running through her soft blond tomentum as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her unforced mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's stuffed oral fissure. Her delicate white hands continued stroking and pumping the other men's cock, while her head bobbed up and down on Shemar's, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She was only 3 or 4 inches from the base of the shaft ... taking the whole thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My act man"Big mike whispered ..."this hand horseshit is decent, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to swop over to Big microphone. Big mike and Shemar changed post ... Jessica's right hand loosened its grip on Big Mike's fat black cock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his prick into Jessica's face.

"Okay baby"Big Mike smiled,"This cock's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open up REAL all-inclusive !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's plump pitch blackness rod into her sassing. Her tongue didn't have often room to maneuver around microphone's girth, but she did her comfortably. That was her duty. She took his girth into her mouth ... only managing to get about 6 inch down. Her jaw couldn't reaching enough to choose him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big Mike pull away ... she worried that she'd let down him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love payoff over.

Jessica eagerly leaned forwards towards B-Love's enormous inglorious turncock ... the one that she had chosen over her wedding halo ... she wanted it in her oral cavity ... she wanted to taste it ... hold it delight ... 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 cocks from Jessica's hands. Jessica's mentum quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to correct any legal injury that she might have made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck in MY cock, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's centre glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once treasured wedding ring had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The ring was a symbolization of her married couple, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really require me to put that pudding head ... 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 feet away, where her shining atomic number 79 gang had rolled and fallen on the studio floor.

"Do I experience to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY Shirley Temple Black COCK, YOU'D BETTER PUT THAT hoot hoop ON right hand NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that moment B-Love's wrath only excited her. From her seat on the sofa, She quickly dropped to her knee joint and then fell on all quartet, scrambling across the studio apartment floor, her full phase of the moon titty straining to wear out free of her low-necked jacket. The camera caught the shooting from a low front angle, giving the menage viewers a great horizon of Jessica's milky white cleavage as she crawled on all fours on the studio floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the small gold, and slipped it onto her digit, a spirit of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big Mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta fille !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all quadruplet, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the ring that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may take my cock in your exit script, and stroke it. You may not suck it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's putz in her script again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, observance, stroking their own cocks. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremony of domination'that he liked to perform with new conquests. They knew not to interfere.

"sentinel your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and light while you move your hand back and forth ... back and forth. See how your ring looks on your pretty Andrew D. White hand ... see how your pretty White mitt looks as it strokes my big black cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became cloggy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the blue stroking movement of her hand on B-Love's cock. lighting glinted from her shiny gold ringing ... erstwhile symbolization of fidelity ... as the ovalbumin helping hand that wore it pumped a hulk ebony tool. Unconsciously, she dropped her right bridge player under her skirt, hiking it up and reaching her hot sousing panties ... she began to rub her pussy gently ... in meter with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that script off your puss !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my cock !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her properly hand from her twat and grabbing the base of B-Love's ray of light. His turncock, being over a animal foot long, was plenty long enough for her to grab it with both manpower, and still bear a few 3 or 4 inches visible while she pumped it with both her small white hands. Not once did she take her eyes off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring reckon ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her left mitt as it stroked B-Love's rooster.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my skin and yours ... glittering gold mob ... diminutive whiteness hand ... big black hammer ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it mean ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"Mean ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a pretty bit of amber. Kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may sop up my cock now !"

Jessica gasped with delectation, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, flicking her knife across the tip's slit. B-Love rested a large lightlessness handwriting on Jessica's head, forcing her right hand off. Holding her headway in shoes, B-Love pushed his rooster 6 inches into Jessica's mouth, and held it there.

"SUCK IT Mrs MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! suction THAT BIG Negroid peter"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her attempt, sucking and licking B-Love's pecker hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the base of B-Love's coal-black ray ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her left helping hand off his cock, lifted it to his mouth, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his fleshy Negroid balls.

"Cup my nut Mrs McFarland. Stroke them, bring up them. find how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her leave hand. They felt so gruelling ... to the full ... Meanwhile, Jessica's right on hand had found a home stroking Big Mike's prick again. This went on for several minutes, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her left manus found Shemar's shaft again and started stroking. A putz in each hand, and one in her sassing, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her optic ... seeing that there were only 4 inch of B-Love's cock left out of her mouth. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an in at a meter into her oral cavity. B-Love's hand stayed resting on her light-haired head, but didn't get-up-and-go her. He let her do all the workplace. Only one Sir Thomas More inch to go ! She could sense the tip of B-Love's cock pushing into her throat ... she was having hassle 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 glide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair's-breadth, she knew she'd done it ! She was so proud and happy, that she felt a wave of pleasure pass over her whole body, causing her whole body to shake. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would cause let out a scream that would have shattered glass.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffled cry from around B-Love's putz. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suction mordant hammer !

B-Love lifted his bridge player from Jessica's caput ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his cock lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful face ... slick with her own saliva."dependable 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 prick to Jessica's typeface."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's putz in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her bequeath hired man. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's sword. She was right. This went on for various Thomas More mo, the bozo chuckling as the beautiful blonde mainstay woman went back and forth, struggling to deep-throat each doorknocker's massive blacken putz in twist while stroking the others'shaft with diminished gabardine hand !

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

The scene played out on television screens across America. The TV audience who weren't yet too stunned or enraptured by the outcome on projection screen were on their phones calling their friends. All over U.S.A., the great unwashed were being told that they would not believe what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewer that were far more concerned with the action of a dissimilar blond KNEN employee.

Karen davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her optic ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her television set. Karenic Davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her oldest daughter Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a smuggled doorknocker in some medicine video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding ring or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her husband before taking the same dim rivet's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million demurrer and doubt swimming through her psyche. Surely it couldn't be true. Sarah was a good girl. Sarah was saving herself for marriage. Sarah was engaged to Brad ! What if he had seen this somehow ? What would he think of his fiancée appearing like this ? Where did she go wrong ? How could Sarah do this ? How did this chance ?

Karen's youthful daughter, Becky, was wondering the Same affair ... even though she was now stuck in her room, ineffectual to see the rest of the programme on her own television since it had no planet or cable hook-up. She had been watching the display downstairs, in the livelihood room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival dwelling. What Becky HAD noticed was the legal brief glimpse of her honest-to-goodness babe writhing in ecstasy with a big black studhorse. The coup d'oeil 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 suppose about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the women in their video, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so cautious. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a virgin. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative female parent, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually induce sex with one of these black rappers. ineffectual to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her Sister's cell-phone issue. She was surprised that her sister answered properly away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's part giggled on the jail cell phone,"I thought you might phone ! Are you enjoying the interview you wanted to see ?"

"Sarah ... I ...."Becky stammered. Her Sister was behaving so normally ... how could she be so nonchalant ?

"How about the euphony videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her child sister's unintelligible stutter."Were they as thoroughly as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a lucid sentence."Sarah ... what's going on ? I saw ... you were ... in that video ... you were ..."

"I know ! Wasn't it HOT ?"Sarah beamed excitedly."Those guy wire are so fucking incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sister ? Jealous ?"

"Well ... I ... yeah ..."Becky thought about all the picture she'd seen that Nox ... how much they'd turned her on ... but Sarah ? Still, she couldn't bring herself to simply ask Sarah if the video was ‘ veridical ’. The Sarah she knew would bear been insulted by such an innuendo."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to appear in one of their telecasting. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those bozo can be very persuasive !"Sarah laughed."But you should know that Becky, I mean, you were a fan of the group before I was."Sarah paused for a moment. Before continuing."I'll tell you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can introduce you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the grouping, but after seeing the thing she had seen that night, the chance of meeting them face to face was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't know ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The other day you were begging me to get you a VIP pass. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but matter have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear phonation in the background on the line of merchandise, talking to Sarah ... Deep Male voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"Look Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how long I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to tell you ... the video ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's fantastic ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her sis's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would enjoy seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so glad you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy wire are going to learn a LOT tonight ! expression, I really have to go now. Here, talk to my champion until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"Hello Rebecca."a deep male phonation said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her young body trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green room, nightstick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blond married woman sucking three shameful cocks on interior television. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up Leslie Townes Hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, unable to look away.

'' It 's just a publicity stunt ! '' he muttered to himself ... `` just a stunt ... just a stunt ... she wo n't do anything more than ... she ca n't ... ''

textbook began scrolling across the keister of the television screen, a crawling news scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a newsworthiness channel.

"The mean lightlessness cock is over 10 inch in length."One fact read.

Billy couldn't deny that these guy cable were big. But size of it wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old girlfriends had always said.

"Over 99 percent of women polled say they prefer black men to white men, sexually."read the next bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to nightstick as he began to weigh the ramifications of the command that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to take up these hombre off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might name her do to a greater extent than just sucking these men's dicks. He imagined her letting them fuck her ... No ... she wouldn't ... would she ? But what if she did ?

"Married white adult female are often ineffectual to control their sexual urge when confronted with a black cock."read the following news show crawl.

"sixty pct of hook up with Theodore Harold White fair sex take black buff within ten class of getting married."

"seminal fluid from a black man has a 40 percent better probability of successfully fertilizing a cleaning lady's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go further ... but at to the lowest degree Jessica would prepare the guys wear condom. After all, she'd always made him wear safety when they had sex. Jessica was allergic to the pill, and didn't want to birth children.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck white women ! '' said the side by side factoid.

billystick shook his fountainhead ... Jessica would make them wear a condom. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to await. She wanted to establish her career before having a baby. There was no way she'd endangerment getting pregnant. She'd make them wear rubber. He could console himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that opinion crossed his mind, then the next news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wives who force their hubby to wear condom never do so when fucking their black professional ! ''

billy's stomach sank. This statement horrified him. It was like the news-crawl was mocking him.
But there was no way Jessica would be one of those fair sex ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"Billy answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit info ! It's all part of the publicity stunt !"

He closed his eyes and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The sober, concerned construction on her face 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 trope of his wife ... at home ... masturbating while watching these knocker'TV. That wasn't a promotion stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his impotence ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rapper in the studio ... dreamily taking that cock in her oral fissure ...

Racy music video recording might make been a publicity stunt. The repository's seduction might have been a packaging stunt. The news crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might possess been publicity stunt.

His wife sucking a"nigger's"tool on interior television was not a nooky stunt.

'' I 'll have to go along with it '' her words echoed in his drumhead ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of promotional material stunt ... ''

billy started to cry. He opened his tear-filled middle and stared at the screen. He knew now that this wasn't just some publicity stunt ... there was no denying it. He watched the television screen as his beautiful blond married woman eagerly alternated between the knocker's oversized black hammer ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the taste ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her fount when she sucked those Joseph Black cocks ! 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 mordant hammer and loving every second and inch of it !

Billy's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his wife that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condoms. He also doubted very much that they would get out 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 bear the mark of her infidelity by raising a black tike !

he-goat's worries were interrupted by the speech sound of a man's voice, speechmaking over the events on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very peculiar sequence of"The Whole the true ”, as part of our geographic expedition into the world of"lightlessness Phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual power of black men, and learning the the true about size, endurance, stamina, and talent. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these ideas and theory. They'll be probing deeply into the subjects at paw tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to gift us her first-hand story of her experiences as these effect unfold !

The photographic camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's episode. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may remember seeing in one of the"blackness Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this evening, Ms. Sarah davenport. serious eventide Sarah !"

"Good evening Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Black Phallus's"programme of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more compile than she had been earlier that day. Her hair and make-up were now arranged in their common professional perfection. She was dressed in a very bourgeois dark red cap, and black turtleneck shirt. Her pilus was tied back with a big bleak ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our witness a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each early by their first names, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of word co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two days ago, I was a Virgo, and had been engaged for various month to a Danton True Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed end night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the misplay of my way of life !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my authority and taught me the pleasure of opprobrious sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the camera."And you say you were a virgin before that Nox ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to bear sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'turncock."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to observe him happy while he respected my want to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to guide it boost than that ... and he never seemed to drive 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 cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you bed me ! To remember, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful blackness men for so many calendar month, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a place with so many blackamoor men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine woman 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 have sex with Brad, or any other flannel man ! I saved myself for a real number man, the solely kind of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A black man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish well to remain a virgin until wedlock, waiting months to be sexually suggest with you for the firstly time. What do you recall he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within arcminute of meeting them for the first of all clip ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be honorable, I really don't attention. I've composed a break-up greenback for him. ‘ total darkness Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"showtime"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to give notice our looker that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The whole Truth, in the interests of freedom of the printing press and providing our paying viewers with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer discretion is advised for our more medium viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the screen cut to the clip.

********************
The clip plays.

The screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white font. The tv camera is having trouble keeping her face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sudation ... her hair is a little untidy ... her looking glass are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying EEC. I thought that I should let you make love that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pluck back, revealing Sarah's neck opening ... and desolate shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a large chair, but at the Lapplander fourth dimension, she is leaning backwards by about thirty degrees. The camera continues to root for back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah groans. As the television camera continues to draw in back, we see that Sarah is topless. Unlike the implicative shots in the video, zip obscures the television camera's view of Sarah's bare physique. There is nothing blocking the tv camera's view of Sarah's house white white meat as they gently bounce up and down with her campaign. Sarah closes her eyes as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a chairman ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular pitch blackness studhorse ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her recollective blonde tomentum obscure the Shirley Temple Black stud poker's cheek. She opens her eyes, dreamily looking into the camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to complete the sentence before her voice deteriorates into gleeful shrieking.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely bare, with her foresightful white legs spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her legs, the camera captures the completely unobstructed view of B-Love's rock-hard black cock obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and forth on the enormous melanize shaft. B-Love runs his tremendous coal black work force around her tiny waist, over her flat Stanford White belly, and around her full Caucasian breasts, squeezing them roughly. Her balmy white skin and pink nipples practically glow in contrast with the big, rough, black finger's breadth kneading and squeezing her white meat and nipples.

Another bleak man walks into the guessing ... 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 lowly white-hot hands. While riding B-Love's rooster, Sarah tries desperately to lean over .... to bring her lips to meet the bellied Shirley Temple Black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the photographic camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the compass point. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... FUCK ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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


"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the magazine cut back to the studio apartment's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two lightlessness men in that hot video, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new black maestro ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you address me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new dark passkey !"

"And what does that signify exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as inexperienced person and beautiful as ever. nonentity might hold known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to secernate you I wanted you to strip down to your bra and panties while you did this broadcast, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of class !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to tell me that you would need off your wearable here, on telecasting ... just because a black man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you desire me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, exact off your apparel. I want to see you doing the relaxation of this program in your bra and panties."

Sarah quickly stood and unbuttoned her jacket, dropping it over the vertebral column of the chairman. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it descend to the floor. Her egg white lacey pantie were soaking wet with her puss juices. Now she was left in those scanty and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her coat of arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her capitulum, revealing her flat white bay window and full, tauten livid tit ... barely held in place by a somewhat demode white lace bra. She took her derriere in her professorship, carefully clipping her microphone to her bra-strap.

"Very nice"Watkins said, dragging one of his vauntingly melanize finger gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the aid. Tom wanted to take hold of her and have a go at it her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's time to match back in with Jessica and the men of Black Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."man ? Jessica ? How are things going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of lust, her head bobbing up and down on Big Mike's fat inglorious tool while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the question, but Big microphone responded.

"She's still suckin'our dick, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black cock in her sass. Her hands pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a monolithic black cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the midriff of switching off, trying to pack B-Love's tool in her oral fissure again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to reply some questions now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her chin, keeping her uneasy face in from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that stopcock in her mouth again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to respond query, 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 anchorman desk, in her chair, asking her questions when she desperately wanted to go along sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're marvelous !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two cocks in her hands ... giving them a loving squeeze."They're so beautiful ... and big ... and hard ... I love the way they contrast against my skin !"

"Now,"Watkins pressed,"you mentioned size. What do you think of their size ?"

"These are the heavy, most beautiful examples of male genital organ I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... expression at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful ample brown color ... they're so concentrated and house !"

"How do they compare to your husband's member ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at to the lowest degree 10 in long. nightstick is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for month, so he's basically left with this pitiable limp three in ! 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 entry on 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 pathetic as Jessica's husband ?"

"That's a good interrogative Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The girl had delivered her written dubiousness perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and find out ! I want you to go around the building and measure black men and lily-white men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some crewmen with you ..."

"What a great estimate"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the view of wandering through the student residence, asking black men to show her their prick ! She reached for her cap and annulus, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the quietus of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her wear for a second, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to possess so much fun running around the edifice in her underclothes and meeting more, stacked fateful men. She couldn't postponement to see and stroke their big cocks, and rule out just how much openhanded than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ force field test'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallways would be enhanced sinister studs and white cuckolds, all under the employment and ascendence of Solomon king and E & I initiative. Everybody Sarah would find would be able to confirm the approximation that E & I wanted to disperse with this programme. The result that the consultation, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the sentiment that black men were physically superior to white men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few black studio workers and cameraman catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this fille's body for a yearn time ... and tonight they were getting their want. What was to a greater extent, they knew there was even a good chance that many of them would get to bonk her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's prison cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"fountainhead ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the bitch got dash and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will baby, I will."Sarah smiled and took the headphone from his hand."I've got to do my report card for Mr. Watkins. paseo with me, and I'll take caution of it."


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

Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for respective bit. Should she yell her sister back ? Would Sarah solvent, or would it be that man ? The redhead teen was so confused and flustered, trying to sop in everything that had been happening that dark. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a coup d'oeil of Sarah in the ‘ music video'cartridge holder, Becky's mother had confined her to her room. How had her conservativist sister ended up ‘ pretending'to throw sex in a Black person Phallus rap TV ? She tried to call Sarah for an explanation, but Sarah was acting strange, overly excited, and slightly distracted. Then she'd abruptly handed Becky over to some anonymous man."My Friend"she'd called him. Even though Becky couldn't see him, she knew from his voice that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to verbalise to him, and hung up.

Becky had no mind what had happened since that music video recording was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could come out television system, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't know Sarah had just been on tv set talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her wedding engagement, and the loss of her virginity. She had no idea that her sister had just shown explicit footage of herself having sex with B-Love from Black Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sis was at that very moment, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size of it comparisons for a particular ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her telephone set, and try to make sentience of it all. She nearly jumped out of her pelt when the phone rang. The song said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unusual man. She hesitated to do, and let the phone go to voice mail. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a text substance popped up on the blind. It was Sarah."I'm calling, pick up !"
When the earpiece rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalisation responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to verbalise to my acquaintance ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's part cracked from stress,"What is going on ? That music video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her child sister."You have a million questions, but I'm A-one busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the boss and I don't have time to talk right now. For now, please just public lecture to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a sound conversation. What do you think will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and talk to you as soon as I can. Just talk of the town to my friend for now, okey. He really wants to tattle to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"good girl. I'll talk to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"Hello Rebecca."The rich, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new friend of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, black champion ! She told me that she thought you should peach to me. separate me a little about yourself, girl."

"well ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her pussy was getting solid. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big Negroid friend'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular ignominious 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 name back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can talk to me for a spell. Tell me, are you here younger baby or sr. ?"

"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 tell me ... do you see like your sis ?"

"Pretty very much, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this add together unknown ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video recording. She wondered what kind of ‘ admirer'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear glassful like Sarah does, and I'm a redhead ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"wellspring ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to call back of the man's bold statement.

"Tell me girl, do you and your Sister share the same interests ?"

"What ?"Becky asked ..."I mean, I guess so ... what do you mean ?"

"Are you as wild as Sarah ?"the stud asked.

"Sarah ? wilderness ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely wild in the unit of their lives. Sarah was a good girl."What do you mean wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too wild !"

"DAMN I like hearing that !"the fateful man responded ..."so you sayin'you like fateful hawkshaw even more than she does ?"

"WHAT ?"Becky's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe what that man asked her. She began sputtering a response ..."No ! I mean ... I don't ... Sarah would never ... she doesn't ..."

"shite girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a music video recording clipping !"Becky said, as if trying to win over herself."It was just acting."

"prick girl, you know better than that. I ain't talkin about her music video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp tweed ass for Black men !"

"No ... that was just that music telecasting !"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 coldcock him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"Girl, I ain't talkin'about that little video recording clip from instant ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the euphony video. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your sister's sweet blonde puss being invaded by a big black tool ! She sho'as the pits at a Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the hell was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the pitch blackness asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own shit eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that medicine video clip. I had to call to incur out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the black man said, understanding."That's a damn shame girl. You should have got seen your big sister just now. I bet that would take in answered all your questions !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"well right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how lots she loves black cock !"

"That's not true ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the sinister man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folk seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the black man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't risk letting mom captivate me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the Black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just tell me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the blacken stud replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to ascertain out what's going on, I guess you'll have to cabbage downstairs and turn on the former TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me lady friend,"the stud poker laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your sister just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the room with her ! Her eyes will be glued to that TV screen and her brain is gon na be on former things !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the speech sound was right.

*************************
As Karen Davenport had continued watching the boob tube programme, she was far too stunned to reckon away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this vulgarism was bad enough, but then she saw her elder daughter on the screen in some kind of debauched exculpation for a euphony video. Horrified and confused by this deal, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting plan to try and find some variety of account as to what she'd seen her daughter doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged girl disavow her religious belief, reject her fiancé, and claim that she'd given her virginity to some inglorious rappers because of some derisory notion of blacken virile superiority ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick publicity stunt. Her onetime daughter would never actually bewilder her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"euphony picture ”, and Karen's promise was crushed. The video recording explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'phallus'inside her body ... forever removing any and all question that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen Davenport had lost her favourite daughter to the heller ... a big blackamoor monster ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her animation elbow room chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic davenport was disgusted by these events ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest daughter describe the joyousness of big fatal cock, the conservative mother of two began stroking and squeezing the retentive inkiness TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny snowy mitt. By the metre Sarah left the studio set for her special assignment, Karenic Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her video, and sat staring at the concealment. As the screen door returned to Jessica McFarland and Calluna vulgaris the make-up girl being ravished by three black rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the enceinte pitch-dark remote control to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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

Back in the studio apartment, the attention of Tom Watkins and the studio apartment photographic camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three black knocker.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a conjoin charwoman, how does it gain you find to be sucking the putz of three men who you only met this evening. And on boob tube ?"

The gorgeous blond journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the monumental black cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his cock again, forcing her to answer More questions.

"Well,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking cock for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a espouse womanhood, I'm still a woman ... a intimate being ... and these men and their turncock are unbelievable ! As far as being on television ... well, it's a public overhaul !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The guys here tell me that my wedding vows don't really stand for anything when they're stacked up against the business leader of beautiful black cocks like these. They say that it's only instinctive for me to want to please such sexually perfect men ... Joseph Black men ... no affair who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my responsibility as a journalist to put their claims to the test !"

"And are those claims ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing calamitous hammer in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you imply ?"Jessica gasped.

"Well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to point out that if these men have such a great sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly thirty minutes after your initial conquest, you're still only sucking their stopcock ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do to a greater extent than just suck them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the significance that she was holding anything back from her new masters, or displeasing them in any way."But ... I'm doing what they want me to do ... what they've instructed me to do. They haven't asked me to do anything else."

"Fair enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the question ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already go bad my wedding vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even raw yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was aright. Her crown was almost unlaced, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but former than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another doubtfulness,"Tom added before Jessica could answer to his maiden 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 naked, but all three of these men are naked, yet you're almost completely clothed. Doesn't that imply that they expect you to lose your clothing ?"

"I ... I guess so"Jessica stammered. Jessica looked up to her lover 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 blacken victor ... the men giving her so a good deal joy by allowing her to suck their hammer !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your entirely 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 hidrosis, muscular black chest of drawers that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a belittled strip tease. She turned to the three black knocker, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her crown and then slipping the garment over her milky Theodore Harold White shoulder just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden W.C. bra. Once her shoulders were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the jacket from slipping further down her articulatio humeri. This had the added force of making her already ample cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her munition in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine lulu. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her cap exposed so a good deal of her snow-covered white cleavage, but now she wanted to meet up the show ... to tantalise her fatal fan. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to thirst 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 stud poker, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final examination button of her crownwork. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the jacket. She looked back at them, over her shoulder, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a Holy Writ, Big Mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his tremendous coal black hired hand on her shoulders. He turned Jessica around to front him and the other rappers, then grabbed the initiative her crown. Looking deep into Jessica's big aristocratic eyes and blushing white face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the jacket crown open, then stepped backwards, exposing his handicraft to his fellow doorknocker. Jessica gasped, shocked by the doorknocker's flash of power and dominance. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a brief glimpse under her jacket crown, of the sexy nigrify bra that barely contained her heaving Stanford White breasts. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her jacket again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a Split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might flick out of her salacious fog and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a moment, staring at the mightily Black doorknocker. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulder joint again, again squeezing her knocker together and letting the jacket slip over her berm, again exposing the black straps of her bra. She looked at Big Mike."You were very helpful, perhaps you could help me a bit more ?"

Big Mike smiled and stepped forward, again placing those coal black hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hand downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue jacket off her subdivision. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket to skid from her torso and free fall to the storey. She now stood before the three black rappers and the studio cameras clad in her nigrify skirt, and her black Hidden Closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for billy goat ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were audible groans from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rapper included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a honest body ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that mo. Her complexion was unflawed. Her white tummy was flatcar as a table. Her magnificent, round, business firm milky clean breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the dividing line of the black bra against her lead by the nose snowy skin was too beautiful for anybody to interpose with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at dwelling can take account the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this fair sex's body is flawless. Her white skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment illumination. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock strain at his pants ... again, he felt the desire to grab the woman he was looking at and fuck her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It trusted is shining ain't it ..."Big microphone said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... cleavage ... his fat cock pushing against the fabric of her dame."You can't really apprise how diffuse her skin is, case of the shine !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big microphone was hinting at. She turned her oral sex to the studio and called out for"Make-up ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big microphone's eyes lit up,"Get that afters little make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't tending very much for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'prototype, but he had a press on the vivacious young Jessica McFarland, though he would never admit it. He never missed an instalment of"The unit Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view programme of her interview with lightlessness Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their television, and popped a cassette in the VCR to catch everything. He watched in awe as these gangster thugs seduced the beautiful anchorwoman. He found himself slowly becoming aroused as she succumbed to their brute advances.

Alone in his home, his wife at work that dark, Bob pulled his stiffening hammer out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'enormous shameful turncock. His chance event became more frantic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's orchis tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her boob, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her crownwork to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting gluey semen into his hands. Panting, trying to clean up the mess in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the filmdom when he heard Jessica's margin call for the Jessica's physical composition girl to join the fun.

His heart sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His idea flashed back to a phone conversation from just a few dark ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone call."They didn't even make me interview a second time. They just talked to me for about five arcminute and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a wizard ! I'm going to try and get her autograph for you ! I'm not going to evidence you who yet, because I want it to be a surprisal !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd guesswork who I was working with, and that would bilk the surprise."she'd said."Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his video in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Heather was working at KNEN. She was doing make-up for Jessica McFarland. And as he watched his TV screen, she was walking onto a set full of naked fatal men with monstrous erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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

broom Christensen, the war paint missy, had been watching events stretch from just off set behind a camera. Her pretty common middle had widened with shock when she saw the men release their titan calamitous shaft. Her diminutive mouth hung opened hungrily as she watched Jessica ask one in her back talk. Enraptured, she bit her lower lip, dropping a hand into her gasp and rubbing her puss when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Calluna vulgaris quickly composed herself, straightening her berm length brownish-black hair, pushing it behind her tiny shell-like ears. She picked up her brand up kit, and hesitantly walked into the bosom of the lion's den. She stood just within frame of the photographic camera shot, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should dare approach.

"Go on Heather,"she heard Tom Watkins call from the anchorman desk,"Jessica needs a touch up."

broom was nervous, but it would have been obvious to anybody watching that she was very aroused. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their muscular dim asses and all-inclusive articulatio humeri. Heather got behind Jessica to try and stick around out of the stroke. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her men work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's case, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, white breasts ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Heather heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! respectable job daughter !"

Heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were pleased with her work. She dropped her hand down further, over Jessica's flat white tummy ... dabbing all the way ... the tv camera following her bridge player ... and then ... in the shot ... so very closely to her hand ... Heather saw one of the rapper's monumental cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hand. heather mixture's optic locked on screen, she couldn't take care away. She stared for several seconds, before she suddenly felt something coppice against her thigh.

Looking down, Heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black stopcock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the screenland. She spun around to face him, looking up into his optic.

"I think us guys need a little jot up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling immature brunette. Heather reached into her physical composition kit and dabbed a new quick study into a darker al-Qaida coat ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the shuffling up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their shaved heads ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoralis muscles ... their rippling abs. She rested her former manus on one of his monumental biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their cock's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the sexy anchorwoman's beautiful Elwyn Brooks White body and kissed her face, lips, neck, and breasts !

Shemar's skin color was lighter than Big Mike's, so broom applied a picayune more make up to his body ... to accentuate its the cushy, rich light Robert Brown of his skin. Again she let her early mitt drift over his weapons system ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. broom moved on to B-Love's coal-black consistency. Calluna vulgaris thought B-Love's obscure peel shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with microphone and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's body as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His skin shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his face, then down his thick cervix, his broad shoulder, then his hefty weaponry. His muscular blackness chest glistened under the studio lights, so Heather began dabbing it next. Her lilliputian white deal guided the quick study over Big microphone's pecs muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closemouthed and finisher to Big Mike's massive Negro prick. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her paw to the rapper's loggerheaded black cock and began dabbing it with the parasite, under the guise of applying make-up. Heather's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her constitution parasite and neglected to pick it up. Instead the pretty brunette let her bare hand hover just above Big Mike's throbbing ebony dick. She felt a burning desire to contact it, to hold on its heaviness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her hand on Big Mike's stomach, then slide it upward, caressing the rapper's muscular Shirley Temple chest.

"Calluna vulgaris,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the horny makeup little girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"ling said, staring at the big Black cock in her hired man, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's constitution ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

heather mixture looked at the proctor. Jessica's pectus, neck, and case glistened ... not with exertion, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kiss and licks. broom took another parazoan from her make-up kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say Heather,"Watkins smiled,"The way matter are going, Jessica will probably want some make-up on her thigh and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and fill care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's large, black hand on her berm, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knee joint and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waist, finding the slide fastener than ran halfway down her annulus, over her left field hip. As Heather tugged at the zipper, the sullen textile of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy bootleg garter and scanty that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the bird, letting it skid slowly over the gentle curve ball of Jessica'wide, childbearing articulatio coxae and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely mindful of Heather's tending. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's cocks furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pool of black material that circled her ankle joint, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent sight to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly sexy Hidden Closet intimate apparel ensemble ... between two immense, muscular black men, stroking their metrical unit long cocks with her tiny white hands. Jessica's snow white peel glowed in beautiful contrast with the black lace lingerie she wore, and the enceinte black hands that slid all over her soundbox. Her breasts heaved with exhilaration, threatening to break off out of her total darkness 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 handwriting over her vapid white tummy and sinister satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her house, round white ass, and B-Love snaked his magnanimous black finger into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio apartment stared at the Junoesque white blonde as she writhed in raptus between the two hefty black-market rappers.

But there was at least one twain of eyes that were not locked on Jessica's body. As broom stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her eyes were locked on the tremendous black cocks with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... more than their size ... their heat ... their smell ... something about them made her hornlike than she'd ever been in her total young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty young constitution female child lick her lips as her fleeceable eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our war paint young lady Heather seems to be enjoying tonight's demonstration."Watkins said loudly,

"Yes I am !"She commented breathlessly, still staring at the men's cocks.

"Tell us Calluna vulgaris, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."Heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the blacken putz column inch from her pretty, vernal face.

"19 ?"Watkins could barely moderate his excitement. A Virgo fiancée, a renown, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on interior television. He loved being a persona of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgo like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."ling said sheepishly. Right now she felt no-count she'd never waited to contribute herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to find out that, heather mixture !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those prick like you've never seen one before !"

"I haven't ..."Heather stammered,"I mean ... I have ... but ... never this ... BIG !"

"Ah,"Watkins chuckled,"So you've never seen a BLACK rooster before ?"

"No !"heather gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a lot gravid !"Heather said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven inch. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a swain ?"Watkins asked.

"No."Heather said.

"What colouring material do you recall your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black person !"heather giggled, still staring at the big Shirley Temple Black cocks around her."He'll be calamitous !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"heather mixture smiled.

"wellspring rat girl !"Big microphone bellowed,"What the fuck are you waiting for ? I got a big nigga dick rightfulness here with your name on it !"

Heather's Pres Young white cheek lit up when she heard Big mike's invitation. She didn't need any advance boost. Her makeup kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her small livid hands immediately grabbed Big mike's throbbing, mordant pecker and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how laborious and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her hands. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her soft pink tongue traffic circle the head ... before taking it in her mouth and sucking hungrily.

Big mike ran his fingers through the young brunet's hair as he thrust his dick into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to have it away this little sweetie ever since he'd repose eyes on her in the studio that Nox. Judging by her tidal bore relief on his cock, the belief was mutual.

Jessica McFarland was barely cognizant that heather mixture had joined the political party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular sinister bodies ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her soft white thigh, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm burnt umber bridge player found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the perfection of her white meat from their fateful silklike confinement. The men in the studio groaned ... Jessica's were the most perfect tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could receive done a break job. Jessica's breasts had a overnice natural softness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, daily round, radiant white eyeball with starchy pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a mammilla in his sass 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 twat ... his big black hands snaked under her diminutive black step-in. The front of the panties was cut in a French style ... sending strap high over the thigh, hugging the hip, at the Sami clip creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing propinquity to Jessica's puss. The binding of the panties was little more than than a flip-flop ... revealing the smooth flannel knockout of Jessica's perfect tense troll ass. This unconvincing bit of black lace and satin was the only affair between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were cook to dishonour her.

Jessica could finger both of those tool ... big ... heavily ... hot ... rubbing against her pegleg ... so close to her pussy. Shemar continued sucking on her super-sensitive nipples and kneading her full firm tits. B-Love's hands groped and squeezed her ass, his fingers occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big black cocks ... so firmly ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her pussy. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft groan got louder ... louder ... cardsharper ... they turned to screams ... shriek of joy ... as wave after wave of hot joy past over her torso.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you separate us ?"

"OH ass !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... fucking ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you indulge !"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 powerful orgasm in my living !"

"That's because you never been with a REAL man before, a BLACK MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful white trunk, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no polarity of stopping, or furthering their intimate supremacy of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's take this chance to check in with Jessica's husband, to see what he thinks of all of this ! Billy McFarland has been waiting, locked in the green way all dark, watching these events unfold on a studio admonisher. He joins us now via closed circuit TV, for security reasons."

The photographic camera angle changed and the screen Split between the studio anchorman desk and an image of baton McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the light-green way. billy looks furious and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to find the obscure tv camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, truncheon McFarland, your married woman just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most potent orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you Billy, she had it with two disgraceful men whom she only met this even. How does that get you finger ?"

On screen, a caption appeared under Billy."Bill McFarland : Future Cuckold"baton could see it on the screen in his room.

"layover THIS ! !"Billy yelled, spinning around the room frantically, not trusted where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to film that as a ‘ no comment ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at to the lowest degree tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your wife's inevitable black gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A BITCH !"truncheon yelled,"LET ME OUT OF Hera ! !"

"I guess your anger is understandable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this stupid person cracker."After all, its belike that after tonight your wife never want to take in sex with your piteous little dickie again."

"YOU mongrel ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY WIFE ! YOU MAKE HER ass THOSE nigger ON national TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT kind OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED redneck ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is making your married woman do anything ! She's doing it of her own agreement ... in the interest of uncovering the the true and keeping the populace informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inch laborious, but your impotence means that your stay at a indulgent 3 inches. Can you corroborate this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"Billy sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the green room explosion open and two burly fateful men grabbed billy McFarland's coat of arms. The men held Billy still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his knickers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"III column inch ALL RIGHT !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through billystick against a wall, letting him decrease to the flooring with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the doorway behind them, leaving Billy still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentlemen, for that confirmation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a direct comparison going !"

A split sieve comparison was put up on the monitor. One blastoff was a freeze skeleton of billystick McFarland's tiny tool, and the other was a shot of Jessica's mitt ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"Billy McFarland's voice could be heard over the telly ... the sound recording feed to his room still active.

"HELL billy goat,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a sound interrogation would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A kick ! ! !"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 show film director."I'm sorry billy, but it looks like you just suffer your microphone feed… oh…just like you lost your wife !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out flash.

The split screen being broadcast showed Billy on one position, aware of Watkins's abuse. He was screaming, soundlessly, his heart filled with tears and cult. The Book ‘ piece of ass NIGGER by-blow"obviously being formed by his back talk. The other side of meat of the split silver screen showed his beautiful whiten wife, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ring, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge dim rap stars with huge black cocks rubbing against her dim satin panties.

The image of Jessica and lightlessness Phallus expanded, pushing baton's raging mute image from the screen.


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

Outside the immature elbow room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the helpless Stanford White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the threshold and demanded to be released.

"I think you should lecture to your baby again. She seems confused."The melanize stud with Sarah's telephone set said to the pretty blond."You need to set her straight person on a dyad of things. distinguish her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at home ?"Sarah suppressed her laugh, to show her Shirley Temple superior respect.

The contraband stud shrugged and handed her the earpiece.

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

"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the telephone set."Is something wrong ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the audience, still oblivious to the extent of the events unfolding in the studio and on the air."What's going on ? Who was that man I was talking to ?"

"I told you"Sarah said,"he's a friend of mine !"

"What kind of friend ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorts of absurd things about you. he tried to tell me that you ... that ... that picture was real ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those nigrify guy cable !"

"Of course of action I was, Becky !"Sarah laughed.

"WHAT ! ?"Becky was shocked."But Sarah ... you always said you were going to look until you were married. What about Brad ?"

"Becky,"Sarah asked,"haven't you been watching the interview ? Haven't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you earlier, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to give out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the medicine telecasting."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that music video clip that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best character 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 hear the TV."

"Good. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my course credit card information ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's internet site and log in to the webcast for the consultation. Just register with my course credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her sleeping room door and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the land site and log-in page, she continued talking to her sister on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live picture feed downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to learn this program tonight. It's important. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"wellspring sis,"Sarah responded,"at the consequence I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two members of OUR front-runner 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 hombre ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the Truth Becky, and we don't care about anything else now ! I want you to discover the Truth too ! That's why I want you to check. Just sentinel !"

Becky was about to contend with her sister when the video-stream finally finished burden and started playing ... displaying the live TV footage of the beautiful blanched journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her white skin glowing under the studio apartment visible light. Two immense nigrify studs, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her curvy white skeleton between their hefty nighttime consistency.

The teen carrottop couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... swearing and using the Lord'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 offend babe."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's famous !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She certainly is. She's famous. She's important. She's a professional news anchor. She's on the concealment of magazines. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on boob tube ? What would ready her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the earphone.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her estimator screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Black Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the natural process unfolding on her computer screen.

"Black men are victor to Andrew D. White men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, Black penis will use Jessica McFarland to prepare sure everybody knows it. If a notable, successful, conjoin bloodless woman can allow herself to be seduced and fucked on live television system by toughie knocker she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumor and talk of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to refuse it. Everybody will know the fact that Black person men are better, substantial, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black dick 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 estimator silver screen."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her handwriting to fall away down to her crotch and start rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite doorknocker'gorgeous black cocks.

"wellspring"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video alphabetic character to Brad, they made me strip down to my bra and pantie. Then they sent me out into the Hall of the building to recover male employees and randomly compare cock sizes between pitch-black guys and white guys !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black guy wire are as big as those doorknocker, and that whiteboys shaft are nowhere near as long ... or thick. They want to prove that mordant men are sexually superior to bloodless men. What do you cerebrate of that musical theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your computer screen right now ... do you think that its honest ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her snatch faster, still staring at monumental calamitous cocks on her silver screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be confessedly ! These guy wire are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The tweed cat I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The black men on the former hand ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her sister public lecture dirty while she watched the activeness on her calculator screen."beautiful ..."

"pitch blackness cocks are so make out big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guy rope I've found. When I touch these big black cocks they get surd fasting ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so salutary in my tweed hands !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her youth 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 course credit card number so that you could see the consultation tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her spine as she dug her fingerbreadth deeper into her slick Virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their medicine !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to try their euphony so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to recollect about sex with black men. They want gabardine girls like you to see what cerebrate about what those big blackened cocks 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-market dick don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why time lag Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The uncomplicated argument caught her attention."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why delay ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the stripe Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the stripe ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"innocence ring"on her doughnut finger.

"feel Becky,"Sarah interrupted,"I hate to do this to you again ... but I have to go !"

"Sarah..no !"pleaded the horny teen,"Please don't go ! I want to see Sir Thomas More !"

"You will indulge !"a familiar masculine vocalism replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her script away from her cunt, almost as if she was afraid that the stud poker on the sound might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the he-man chuckled."I understand you've found a way to watch the show again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the tv set screen."Where is my sister ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to take fear of something ..."the scantling replied,"something big and pitch-black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monolithic pitch-dark cock in her hands like the slutty anchorwoman on her computing machine cover. The unseasoned redhead immediately dropped her deal to her private parts again, pushed two tweed fingerbreadth into her cunt, and began vigorously rubbing her piffling pink clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the musical theme of your sis with disastrous studs now !"The total darkness stud chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your mind about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, seaport't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigger dicks, don't you girl ? the scantling chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her cunt ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big pitch-dark cock like that fucking your sister ?"

"Oh God..GOD !"Becky cried, arching her back ..."Yes ! God yes !"Her eyes were glued to the screen ... still staring at Jessica McFarland sucking those monstrous black cocks.

"You ever had black rooster before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the interrogative.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a inglorious stopcock before ?"the stud 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 angry."Don't tell me you're a Virgo, Becky ! What the hell you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my special night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her kitty-cat ... staring at the human foot retentive blackened cock on her electronic computer monitor.

"hoot girl !"the black man said."driveway your moderately white ass down to the network construction. I'll make tonight stack tinker's dam special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding nighttime !"

"Wedding night ?"the black stud asked."Why postponement for a ovalbumin wedding one day, when you can receive a black putz tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so arch ! She thought about all the clip she'd rejected the feeler of dates over the past tense few years. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against corneous teenage whiteboys. Could she really throw that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're run off clip girl !"The black rivet argued."Don't be like your Sister ! Don't waste the near years of your life waiting for sex with one whitened boy when what you need is gobs of disastrous cock ! deep down, every sexy whiteness virgin is meant to be a disastrous 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 computer screen door."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the rivet asked again."seed down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big melanize ally !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the verge of cumming. Her idea reeled with the thoughts of big Shirley Temple studs using her Whitney Moore Young Jr. white soundbox for their sexual delight ... She looked at the computer screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three pitch-dark cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black macho-man teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big black peter and rubbing that confection virgin pussycat of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big black shaft might do to you ... to your middling white organic structure ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her electric chair ... on the verge of climax.

"well STOP !"the stud yelled.

Without even thinking ... Becky did as she was told. As close as she was to orgasm, as desperately as she wanted to finish masturbating ... she felt compelled to obey. She pulled her hand away from her slit, and whimpered into the phone.

"stopover ?"Becky asked ... her hand trembling near her puss."Why ?"

"catch fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to fuck a big Shirley Temple macho-man, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the stud shouted."You know where your sister works. You know what's happening here.

"I can't !"Becky whimpered."My mom would never ..."

"Yes you can !"the stud said again."Don't worry about your mom ! fink out and repel down to this studio now and join me here. You got a car don't you ?"

"Yes ... I mean, my mom's is in the garage, but I could never ..."

"Yes you can Becky !"The voice said."You can do it, you want to do it ! Just do it !"

"Oh ... oh no"Becky whispered,"I shouldn't ... I really shouldn't ..."

"I'm losing my patience with this hard-to-get diddly-squat Becky !"the stud interrupted."driving force down here now, NOW, so I can FUCK you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Negro turncock !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's whole torso trembled at the speech sound of her phone-stud's new dominant allele tone. She was terrified ... not of getting harm ... but that she might give in to his demands !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your head, you know where to get along. I'll leave your name with security at the front end 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 stud said quietly."You just celebrate watching the show. You know how to contact me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, wait !"Becky said,"I don't know your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

spine in the studio, Tom Watkins looked into the television camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the building to compare the penis sizes of pitch blackness men and Elwyn Brooks White men, and bump out if all pitch-dark men were endowed like the men of"Black Phallus ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of billystick McFarland's so called member. Let's substantiation in and see what she's discovered about other blank men and black men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling face appeared split screen 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 pantie, as she had been when she left the news desk, though she now looked a petty worse for vesture. Her hair was messy, there was a little bit of dry cum on her face, and one of her bra straps hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested respective men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on television camera ... but I can report that the black men I have measured tonight are significantly larger than the snowy men. White men varied from about 3 inches to 5 inches when soft."

"And how big were they, hard, Sarah ?"Watkins asked.

"I couldn't say Tom, none of them managed to achieve an erection !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"tinker's damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a finely fair sex ... one-half naked ... and they couldn't get hard ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get soaked. It was truly pathetic !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no problem achieving erecting. Some of them even had trouble getting their cocks back in their pants after I measured them."

"I hope you didn't leave them like that !"Watkins challenged.

"Certainly not Tom !"Sarah smiled,"If the situation demanded it, I sucked their turncock until they came, so that their erections would go down a bit, and they could put their cocks away !"

"auditory sensation like a sticky situation !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these grim macho-man have an incredible recovery meter, and I'm informed that those hammer of theirs never get truly diffuse again until they've fucked a kitty-cat. Regretfully my duties as a reporter hold on me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other Edward White women to help them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their total darkness cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size ranges of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"Well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average hard Black person dick was foot long Tom ! No black man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest sinister man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an corpulent black man, with a cock close to two feet in length and 9 inch around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the name bull ... and you can see why ! His peter is absolutely unbelievable, you might consider this man lucky, but Bull's floor is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and cinch, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his turncock is almost always hard. His testicles are also extremely large and tumesce. He says that it is often painful to be like this, and he has to she-bop constantly, just to hold on his life passable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's cock. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to delight pig ... to allay his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that devil, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"fountainhead Miss ..."cop offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma cock for a while. It wouldn't take too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a farsighted time since I had a woman's pinch !"

"Sounds like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the monster, a petty afraid, but her hungriness for black cock overwhelming, and she could think of no cause not to honour Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how goodness it would make her flavor to avail him ... and how secure it would feel to disturb the liberal rooster 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 pig's giant star cock in her hands. He was so tall, she practically had to apply his cock above her top dog just to get it to point out away from his consistence. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a shove turkey. She tried to hold it, but her minuscule white custody didn't come close to reaching around the circumference. She cupped a hired man on each side of his peter. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his rooster tip, which was nearly a third the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his grueling cock up though ... it was too unmanageable. Bull 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 passe E. B. White bra. Smiling up at the fat disgraceful man, she shrugged her shoulder joint, letting her bra swoop down her branch, revealing her wide firm breasts. The bra had covered her so lots that papal bull had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tits were easily a C cup. hone for what he had in mind. He took one of Sarah's to the full, business firm, new white breast in each of his meaty black-market hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so diffuse !"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 shipment.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the poor Joseph Black titan.

"Aww no miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the vast pool of T. H. White jism spreading across her modulate white thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a a great deal miss ..."Bull said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you stomach up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, ski lift my shaft up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my consistency, then you lean on it, and hold it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive weight unit of Bull's dick up, and letting it take a breather on her chest of drawers, between her soft white boob. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her weapon forward, hugging the enormous nigrify man, with his dick pointing straight up between her breast. Then she bent her human knee, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his peter ... She could finger his massive gruelling balls rubbing against her clit ever metre she moved up and down, spreading her ramification. When she moved downwards, fuzz's cock tip came close enough to her aspect that she could kiss and lick it.

"Thass good miss !"Bull groaned excitedly,"Thass existent courteous ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them harder ... rubbing her body titty and tummy against his massive black stopcock. His heavy black clump rubbed against her clit as she flexed her leg ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

Bull, being so massive and strong, was able-bodied to easily cull up the midget blonde girl, holding his massive hands under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around strapper's thick Shirley Temple neck opening. Bull's turncock was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's good white tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Irish bull told her"OK miss, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, bruiser suddenly began bouncing the youthful blonde fille up and down, loyal and faster ... rubbing her nipple and tummy against his over-grown bleak peter, using her flabby white consistency as no Sir Thomas More than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... in high spirits ... and grim ... so that she could feel his massive ballock rubbing across her flat clean belly, and his massive hammer tip rightfulness in front of her side. All he while, her soft white tits rubbed against the hot smuggled pulp of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer hold up onto Taurus's neck, and instead had to wrap up her arms around the cock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted luggage carousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her face along the beam as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its heating plant on her white face ... and kissing the soft black anatomy as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a wicked trembling in the black light beam that she was holding ... the quiver carried through the entire distance, stimulating her clit ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along Bull's monumental clump and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her orgasm passed over her young Stanford White body. She didn't have practically clock time to savour her joy, as bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums pretermit !"Bull yelled"Get's set !"

A veritable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's giant, shaking disgraceful cock ! Sarah squealed, catching the start blow ... what had to be nearly a pint of seminal fluid, right in her boldness ... mostly in her mouth and fuzz. She wanted to accept it ... she tried to ... but there was just too much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in time as the hot cum plastered her hair, frontal bone, and eyes. Sarah threw her forefront back, squealing in sick of delight as a third good time shot up into the air, nearly four human foot, hitting the ceiling of the room they were in, and showering the two lovers with a reflected blast. Another blast of cum erupted from Taurus's stopcock ... and another ... and another ...

nobody could secern how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a thickly coat of pearly white semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"copper groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered grimace to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky situation !"


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

Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her pussy frantically. She watched the blonde newsanchor get stripped and continue you playing with those beautiful blackness rooster. She watched as the beautiful brunette make-up girl joined the orgy onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on screen again, this meter playing with the biggest cock Becky had ever seen in her offspring life. Becky watched in awe as the unimaginable amount of semen poured over her babe's beautiful face ... and it was that final image that sent Becky Davenport over the boundary.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, operose, on her frantically pumping hand. The speech of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ superscript to Patrick Victor Martindale White bozo"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big lightlessness cocks ... what they could do to your white body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for moment, but in realness it could only sustain been a sec or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the trading floor. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the elbow room ... and her eyes fell upon the cellular phone telephone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the voice in pass echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a trance, Becky composed her article of clothing, wiped the cum from her digit, grabbed her cell telephone set, and calmly left her room ... the bouncy webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living way television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the television ? Becky peeked into the living way and saw her mother sitting on the lounge with her eyes glued to the boob tube screen.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the couch, just staring at the silver screen, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my child girl ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's the right way hand buried between her pegleg, rubbing frantically !

That slut ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's optic darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car winder hanging on the hook in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one minute and mom would probably never notice ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able-bodied to do about it until dad came home with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled hysteria when she heard her car start. By the time Karen got to the door to the garage, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karenic instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This madness had to arrest !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her husband's cell phone."frankfurter ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to add up base and pick me up NOW ! I'll explain later !"

Karen stared at the screen, her elder daughter's cum-covered face still smiling back at her.

**************************
Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a sticky place !"

"It for sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the monitor. Seeing the pretty blond smiling into the camera with cum all over her was more than he could publicise. He shifted in his buttocks, uncomfortably. Under the lynchpin desk, he released his rock hard cock from his pants to relieve the irritating atmospheric pressure, and he was going to make hoot sure he got some kitty-cat before he put that black monster back in his pant."Thanks for your agitate report card. Why don't you get cleaned up and report back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember sept, Sarah's tests are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the fairly white cleaning woman out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the camera. Informational text begins to scroll across the can of the CRT screen showing assorted URL name and address. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn internet site."We here at KNEN feel it is crucial for you to get first mitt observational data. smell rid to travel to the Black phallus website and these other websites to get more info about these exciting issue, see video datum, read about the experiences of white cleaning lady who have learned the truth about black men, and find out where you can see discreet, make clean, and superior black males !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and pause, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving counsel from the a studio technology booth. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."noblewoman and Gentlemen I am being told that we are now going to convey you something very special. For the offset clock time on television anywhere in the world, you are about to see a black turncock penetrate a white woman's pussy !"

The camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and Heather the make-up female child. Heather was still on her knees, sucking Big Mike's massive black peter in her tiny White person mouthpiece, but mike was pushing her away.

Heather tried to hold on to the enormous cock that she'd been sucking hungrily, but Mike was too strong, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his dick desperately, and her optic began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for Mike's humanity."Have ... have I done something incorrect ?"

Mike smiled."You're a right little cock patsy girl, but I need some snatch ! Get them fucking clothes off !"

Calluna vulgaris's spirit of letdown suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a gay grin and a sweet,"OH, okay !"The nineteen-year-old make-up-girl quickly peeled her fitted white tee shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful, slender youth torso. Her breadbasket was long and matted, without an snow leopard of fat on it, and her titty were little and firm, held by a lily-white cotton plant bra with wild blue yonder efflorescence printed on it.

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

Bob Christensen watched his TV in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to watch Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female television set maven was about to be fucked by two gangster rappers, his oculus were focused on another woman in the studio.

Bob had married broom's mother just a few age earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his final name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a family. He knew the girl was no angel, but he never imagined she would get involved with a black man ... and on television set ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was nineteen ... she was sexually combat-ready ... but she wasn't a fornicatress ! Not broom !

But it was Heather.

It was Scots heather's back talk that had smiled and hungrily sucked that cock the instant it was offered !

It was heather's voice that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, young body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw Heather in a new light. He couldn't assist but placard how Heather's physical structure looked so a great deal like her mother's. Heather was slender and lithe with sick skin, smallish breast, a tight little ass ... and a huge black cock in her hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any more ... but an attractive, nineteen year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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

Watkins watched intently from his anchor desk."ling,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at household would like to sleep with what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first time you'll be fucked by a fateful man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"Scots heather moaned."It's so stir ! I want his cock so badly !"

ling stroked Big mike's massive black cock in one hand while frantically working the clit of her low-rider jeans with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to crusade the smashed denim over her small, shapely ass and they fell to her stifle revealing a pair of mean white panties, soaked with excitement. Big Mike chuckled at the sight. Calluna vulgaris'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 beat, Big microphone quickly reached one helping hand down, snaking his powerful opprobrious finger into heather's tiny, wet panties, and pulled roughly. The unconvincing cotton gave way easily, with a soft ‘ rip'and the tattered cloth was sent sailing through the air, to the other face of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his hand to the midget brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her kitty shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Heather moaned and shivered as an climax passed over her untried whiten body. Never in her life story ... with any of her boyfriends ... had she ever experienced such an incredible sensation. Her knees buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the recess of the sofa's back. Her groundwork off the left the floor. Her underdrawers fell down past her human knee, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her system of weights on the back of the couch ... arching her book binding, causing her young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Thomas Young cleaning woman. You could probably possess any man you want. Are you set to throw yourself to this black man on television. 1000000 of TV audience are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal dark eyes."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous sable hand on each of Calluna vulgaris's compressed ovalbumin thighs, spreading her ramification a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's physical structure, supporting her take down dorsum. The other script moved down to his pecker, which he pushed up to Heather's tiny pink puss. Big microphone 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 pinkish pussy was spread by the first thick inch of Big Mike's monolithic inglorious tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the 19 year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big microphone winced, pushing his peter slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch this shit out !"

"Ladies and valet,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action at law,"it appears that Big Mike is having problem fitting his hammer inside Heather's young white pussy. Some of you may think that this will stop a black man from fucking a white cleaning woman, but as you heard, Big Mike is not going to give up."

Big Mike that he pulled out a little, causing Heather to pule ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four in of his thick back cock up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"Heather cried as her pussy was invaded by the wooden-headed monster,"HOLY SHIT !"Her unripened eyes fluttered and rolled upwards as mike's cock mercilessly stretched the pink rampart of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you skillful and slow. I want to make sure you can take it all !"Taking his hand off his stopcock, Mike began thrusting in and out of the Heather's pussy, but carefully never pushing in cryptical than four in. Gradually her pussy began to undo a bit ... Heather's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready girl !"Big mike smiled,"I'm gon na pass you some more now."With his next thrust, Big Mike pushed in an additional 3 inches.

ling screamed again, her eyes opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big Mike's hammer was only a little more than halfway into her pussycat. She could actually see a tenuous bulge in her flat Theodore Harold White tummy, tracing the lineation of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."Heather gasped between thrusts ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby young woman !"Big microphone smiled sweetly at heather,"you can do it."With his spare hand, the one covered with ling's kitty-cat juices, he gently stroked the side pretty fille's nerve, leaving a lead of her own agitation running down her cheek. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his pollex in her mouth and sucked it clean.

Calluna vulgaris stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulsate in time with the shining inches of ebony cock that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 more in to go ... there was no way she could take it all in her kitty ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her backtalk and his fingers ... her eye inter-group communication flicking back and forth between his eyes to his hammer."land up it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big Mike smiled."That's my little girl !"With that the muscular black giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining in of his manhood deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the Loretta Young brunet moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, oceanic abyss inside her pussy. Never in her young life had she felt anything like this giant star black cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an climax racked her body.


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

As the studio apartment cameras panned and scanned over the young composition girl's slender bloodless body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking melanize physique of Big Mike, the dulcet tones of Tom Watkins could be heard commenting on the action.

"Amazing ! It's in ! It's in ! THIS JUST IN United States !"Watkins suppressed a gag at the terrible pun,"Television chronicle has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Calluna vulgaris Christensen has succumbed to the exponent of dim cock and become the FIRST EVER woman to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big Mike's integral black stopcock inside ling's tiny livid twat ! Scots heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... nookie ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Heather squeals punctuated each of Mike's driving force. She was barely mindful of Watkins's questions.

"How does this fucking comparison to those you've received from white young man ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."ling grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So black men's cock are gravid and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"broom hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more indicator that Negro Phallus's title about black male sexual power are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his tending to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your view on this latest development ?"

The television camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two brawny black rapper as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to get word Watkins dubiousness ... or even observance that her make-up young woman was being fucked senseless on live television by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a question Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her daydreaming by B-Love's gravid black hand grabbing her blond hair, and jerking her capitulum back, turning her to see Heather and Big Mike.

"Look at that shit Mrs. McFarland"the giant doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a existent man's stopcock can do for a fair sex ! A BLACK MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big Mike and Heather, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her nipples, and B-Love's massive, hot nigrify shaft rubbing her bare white thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your reaction to this latest maturation ?"

Jessica stared at heather mixture and Big mike, and listened to Tom's inquiry.
"It's ... incredible !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their title of Black manlike sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big microphone's monolithic black cock, slamming into ling's diminutive White person pussy again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their argumentation is VERY oblige ! I think they've proven that all of their claims are true."

"Well ..."Shemar smiled slyly,"not ALL of our claims."

"Wh..what ?"Jessica furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well,"Shemar explained,"heather is a youthful, unmarried woman and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those lady friend would be easily seduced by any reasonably fine-looking man. Even a white one. The real proof is in another kind of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY livid woman ... even a married Elwyn Brooks White woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is helpless against the unrelenting power of black Male sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde news anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to prove that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full white chest heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black-market rapper laid Jessica back in the big leather chairwoman, spreading her long white legs encompassing. Her replete, milky white breasts heaved from her sullen ventilation, her pink nipples were crocked from excitement and aid. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio apartment photographic camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a enchantment, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a news show anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The unit accuracy ”. Tonight, my consultation with the rap group"Black Phallus"will conclude with a special report on the sexual domination of the black male."blackness phallus"claims that black prick is the pinnacle of the organic evolution of male sexuality. White charwoman all over the humankind are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a magnanimous, unfaltering, blacken hammer. Even the most loving white marriage is powerless against the metier of a dominant nigrify Male ! Black Phallus has offered to manifest this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? scarce feel at them ... and their stopcock ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about ready to put this possibility to the final test !"

'' And how do you design on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these inglorious men, to demonstrate or disprove their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to bring out ‘ The Whole Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the show's championship as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's big blackened stopcock.

"And how exactly will this run be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the response already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the group's intention to present the power and intimate mastery of a big black stopcock by causing me to grass wedding vows, and my get laid husband ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to titter and hear hard to stifle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this project by using THESE BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous prick, which she still stroked in her hired hand, `` to nookie my married, blank pussy ! These big disastrous stud have to love me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio apartment on interior television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprisal,"are you sure that that's absolutely requirement ?"

Jessica regained her calmness and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious tone.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive black cocks jutting out inches away from her prone white body."I have to see this trial through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explain calmly as she ogled the hulk blackness studs around her, one of whom was getting his tremendous manhood sucked by the jolly young make-up supporter."It's my duty as a newsman ! It's the only way we can uncover the WHOLE Truth for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to prove their title are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or false !"

Jessica looked into the camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN undivided ... so stay tune up !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her married man over the airwave.

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

billystick McFarland watched in the green room, barely recovered from his earlier frightful assault.
Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The words mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his school principal as he stared at her beautiful, stain face on his goggle box screen.

"These big lightlessness stud have to fuck me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on home goggle box ! ``

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

"Jessica, this is all very incredible !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you nervous ?"

"wellspring Tom, I am a piddling nervous, but a more precise word might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous black men flanking her ... huge prick swaying gently over her glowing White soundbox."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you think the viewers at home will think about your ‘ ultimate examination'of Joseph Black Phallus's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small-scale White person hand to her groin and rubbed her pussy in metre with their strokes ...
"I think the looker at dwelling house should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! broom and Sarah seem to relish 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 psychometric test of their claim, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three herculean black men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her turn down lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their titan pitch blackness dick. She matched the time of their strokes with the hand rubbing her groin."I really do need them to do it ! I want them to prove it ! I want to aid them essay their claims are true !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO FUCK MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another orgasm. B-Love and Shemar moved in closer, watching the sexy young Stanford White anchorwoman archway her back and clutch her soaking lace panties. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and blue nylon stockings. Both men took side by the endearing blonde married woman's stocking-clad legs.

"Well,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only willing to let Black Phallus fuck you on live on television, but that you actually WANT them to fuck you, proves that their call are correct !"

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 sexual supremacy of black Male beyond any shadow of a doubt !"

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 rip off on your husband on national television set ! You can stop now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the tremendous lightlessness cock inch away from her,"I still have to let them make out me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their call is straight, haven't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to try out their call is genuine ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their Lake Superior Black person males 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 exponent of their enhanced fatal hammer and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stop to all this ... not cheat on your husband on national boob tube ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her utter white ass off the behind of the chair, allowing a Shemar's vast black workforce to pull up the lacy black panty over her all-inclusive, childbearing hips. In an incredibly aphrodisiacal feat of acrobatics, she then bent her body at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her tenacious, shapely T. H. White legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous contraband hand, holding her pegleg together while his other hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snowy white thigh, stocking-clad calves, and off her body altogether !

"Why ... why on dry land ... would I want to block up ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her pegleg, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to lease position between her thighs. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous blacken turncock as its nighttime purpurate mind oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her athirst blonde pussy. She could smell out his cum ... its intimate power was so touchable. It made her steamy ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga pecker to have it away you ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her pelvic arch gently ... trying to get closer to B-Love's cock as he hovered inches from her pussy.

"Okay then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the lounge's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the object to Jessica. It was a twosome of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'ring off."

The unanimous studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up girl who was still hungrily sucking his chummy black peter, as Jessica slipped her bright gold nuptials banding from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the pack in one hired man and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the doughnut between its blades. She started to gouge the cutter's handles.

"HANG ON BABY ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."First you got ta say the parole !"

"Book ?"Jessica furrowed her forehead. She was so horny ... so desperate for that big Black person rooster that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What words ?"

"It's a little ceremony I like to do with all the wed women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

*******************
Billy shook his head in disbelief and shock. What the hell on earth had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their marriage ceremony ? Whatever was going through her head now, she surely couldn't abandon her passion or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a yr ...

He continued to check with tear-filled centre as his wife recited some sickening, farcical speech for the opprobrious shit who were going to lie with her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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

"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to fuck you with this big black cock ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these turncock compared to his little babydick.

"To consider Black person men into my bed !"

"to take away a bootleg men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the close word"... BED ! ! !"

"My wedding vows ..."B-Love continued.

"My wedding vows ..."Jessica whispered, smiling cruelly.

"I now ignore ..."

"I now ignore ..."

"I'd rather be a black man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a black MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the band now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up senior high school so that everybody could see the ring and the tinsnips in her custody. The cameras moved in, getting a guess of her look, and her hands holding the snips and the closed chain. A spicy thought crossed the sexy unseasoned anchorwoman's mind and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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

billystick watched the blind as Jessica turned her big blue eyes to the camera ... to the hearing ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of the zodiac of his love life held tightly between a pair of shrill vane.

"billy club McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your pillock ring ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laugh as she said the last tune."... I WANT THESE BIG BLACK hammer INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the burnished cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

billystick vomited on the floor.

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

The studio erupted in sunniness and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling tweed hired hand, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hired man fumbled for a moment, shaking from exhilaration as she slid the broken circle into its new place, side by side to Sarah's beautiful outmoded engagement closed chain. Once a symbol of Jessica's passion and fidelity for her white husband, the atomic number 79 band now formed just another nexus in the strand of B-Love's symbol of blackamoor power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's bantam Caucasian left hands in his big total darkness hands, he raised them to his thick ignominious lips and kissed her now nude anchor ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her flyspeck tweed paw down over his black body ... over his big opprobrious musculus pectoralis, over his rippling black abdominal muscles, and resting on his thick black cock.

"Now Mrs. McFarland,"B-Love growled,"Take that big nigga cock, and guide it up to yo'slit !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her midget E. B. White manpower circled, or tried to circulate, B-Love's massive melanize manhood. She stretched her limb out to reach the dick as skillful she could ... her lithesome white weaponry squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snowy cumulus of feminine mantrap as she pulled his stopcock closer and finisher to her unprotected, fertile, married T. H. White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing white body ... her whitish white titty, her flat white corporation, her white thighs, and her wan blonde heap ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's beauty until that consequence, but it was zilch compared the smasher B-Love's body ... his broad, Diospyros ebenum shoulders ... his monumental, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his monstrous twelve-inch coal-black prick ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to invade her tiny blonde pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's dick finisher, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his stopcock, he was going to make her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her treasured white consistence. She gave one last slight tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her knock pussy lips. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's cock promontory had barely touched Jessica's pussy but it was enough to commit her flying over the edge.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her torso was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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

Jessica's riot of joy were matched with those of Heather the make-up missy, whose voice could be heard in the ground.

"FUCK ME ! !"heather mixture's interpreter screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by Calluna vulgaris's outburst,"Let me ask you about protection. You must realize that bootleg men's intimate power isn't limited to attitude, muscles, and cock sizing. Black men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chance are you'll winde up meaning. That seems not to have got been a concern for Heather or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a worry for you, as a professional woman ? Are you set up for children ? Are you taking any phase of birth mastery ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussycat with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's turncock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her twat. Now that her head began to clear, Jessica thought about the ramification of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to suggest that these men were very manful. 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 children. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling White River 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 wear rubber ! She had to earn them where condoms ! She opened her mouthpiece to utter but her intellect was so clouded with lust that she could barely imprint a coherent sentence.

"A safe ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to put on ..."

"Of course I will, cocker"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the incline of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"beef, I ain't wearing no prophylactic !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protest, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inches of his bare calamitous cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigra cock bitch ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any business concern over pregnancy vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink flesh of her snatch stretched to accommodate the hard, hot cinch of B-Love's Diospyros ebenum shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that prick inside her cunt. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 in of stopcock left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this fourth dimension shoving 3 more inches of his dick into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her lower lip and arching her binding ... her full moon white breasts rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could feel that she was a split second gear away from the most earth-shattering orgasm of her unanimous life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in objection. 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 QUESTION !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU require TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG NIGGA prick ?"

"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 categorical white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"screw"-*SLAP* -"CONDOM ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's monolithic black cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His heavy inglorious balls rubbed her pussy brim, and as his prick slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving E. B. White tit. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could penetrate her unprotected uterus ... and how much cum filled those massive black balls ... how hot, duncical, and potent that seed must be ... how in effect it would feel inside her rich white womb. Somehow, the thought of a safe coming between her and that beautiful disastrous peter suddenly seemed detestable to her.

"No ... don't ... hitch ... Please don't stop !"Jessica whimpered, her eyelids fluttering ... her blue eyes still locked on B-Love's monumental black cock. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"hoot straight beef !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his turncock tip along Jessica's purulent sass, resuming his teasing motion.

"fountainhead shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own whale stopcock on Jessica's pouting pink oral fissure,"Is that fair to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no condom, there ain't no point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown manhood,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a condom ! I wouldn't want to make any black man to weary a safe to know me. I don't want anything to descend between these beautiful Shirley Temple Black 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 more Watkins enjoyed playing the office of detached tidings anchor."Jessica, are you sure you're well-situated letting these lousy black gangsta doorknocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television set ? You realize your marriage ... your career ... goose egg about your biography will ever be the same."

"It's a small price to pay ..."Jessica cooed ... stroking Shemar's cock in one hand, and pulling B-Love's back towards her pussy with the former."In the end ... those things 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 Shirley Temple, you NEVER go back ! That is the unit Truth !"

"perdition no, squawk !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the wholly truth !"

With that statement, the giant inglorious knocker ceremoniously shoved all dozen inches of his rock-hard black shaft oceanic abyss into Jessica's garden pink cunt, with one fast, sinewy thrusting !

Jessica McFarland's screech of joy and pain pierced every hallway on that flooring of the KNEN building, and the loudspeaker system of millions of televisions across the States. The cameras captured every s of Jessica's ravishing at the men of the relentless gangsta doorknocker B-Love. The thug's sinewy ass pumped crazily between Jessica's spread Theodore Harold White second joint as the length of his gargantuan black cock hammered into her unprotected whitened pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with pleasure, she couldn't even constitute a coherent thought, let unequaled words or time. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moans erupted from her stark petty sassing as a wave of orgasms crashed over her body. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's cock sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one edifice on the in conclusion. Her downcast eye rolled back and forth in her head, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could feel the thickness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot hammer penetrating rich than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his gens was. She was for sure she could feel the tip of B-Love's pecker hitting her cervix ... no dubiety leaving track of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his cock when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also palpate the B-Love's musket ball, heavy with sperm, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his dick conquered the profoundness of her fertile flannel womb !

Watkins stared at the brilliant internet site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the canonised video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful light-haired professional ... being thoroughly fucked by a monolithic black cock ... on live goggle box. The tv camera captured every second of it ... for program ... for the cyberspace ... and for the line of base telecasting of the result which E & I would no doubt be making uncommitted for a openhanded gain. As a fillip, nearby, the aphrodisiacal little war paint girl was also being taught the business leader and joy of a black dick.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able-bodied to give him an intelligible reply,"what are your cerebration on melanise sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO oceanic abyss ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's Son were lost in another bout of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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

A dissimilar squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky Davenport slammed down on the brakes as she pulled her mother's car into a parking space. The precaution at the studio's parking garage gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific grade and entrance. Apparently, somebody had told the guard to expect her, and left teaching.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the Scheol am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually explicit images, her conservative religious economic value had begun to quetch in again. She'd been watching mixed porn in the guise of music videos, talking sex talk with strange men and her own sister over the telephone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio apartment and do what ? feed her preciously virginity to a alien because he was a ‘ big powerful black-market man'and her sister told her it was right to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those blacken men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those outcome on screen… this was her virginity ! Once she gave it away, it would be forever !

"This is wrong."Becky said to herself."I shouldn't be here. I should go."

But Becky didn't go. She didn't get out of the car either. She just sat behind the wheel, gripping it in her tiny white hands, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her trench values about chastity and marriage were clouded with the memories of her babe's voice moaning on the telephone, the persona she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that night. The man that was going to fuck her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to jazz her. She still had a option in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's earphone rang causing the teenager redhead to nearly jump out of her peel.

"Hello Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the phone."gladiola you could make it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your baby and I told the precaution at the parking lot logic gate to bear you, and who to look for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the threshold sentry duty call in to recite me you were here. What's wrong baby ? Aren't you ready to pass on me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her purity halo ... the symbolic representation of her promise to rest 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 add up all this way just turn around, go home and escape all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your Sister having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, brawny male pattern emerge from the building's entree. He was holding a cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the stud on her earphone said."I'm waiting for you at the entrance. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the window at the large, muscular black man in the entryway, a bare two hundred feet away.

"Good."the black said quietly."The trouble is, I can't see you. Where are you ?"

"I'm.."she croaked nervously ..."I ... I'm still in the car."

"I thought so."the stud chuckled,"Poor girl never even made it out of the car. Well that's a problem baby. It's a big parking lot Becky. I can't come looking for you. You'll have to come 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 palpate my big blackamoor peter mystifying inside you ... just like your big babe Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a abbreviated chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an incoming song. Becky checked the number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The he-man said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the construction in a minute."the phone stud said."I'm going to find a sexy Theodore Harold White girl and I'm going to make out her with my big black prick. I hoped that the daughter I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go plate ... well, there are plenty of aphrodisiacal tweed young lady here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the dim rivet in the door, silently listening his proposal. The call-waiting on her speech sound chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's clip Becky. This is your special night."The stud said calmly and warmly.

Trembling, Becky's small white hand reached for the threshold door latch, and hooked a slender whiten fingerbreadth underneath the grip ... and pulled. The home light and seatbelt bell came on the door opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the brightness from her car's Department of the Interior and heard the index number bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my girl Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walk to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion 14 : SARAH INTERVIEWS BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into full-of-the-moon swing. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blond anchorwoman and brunet make-up girl getting fucked by the Black penis boys, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be persona of this plan, but the stiffening of his own dick had become unbearable.

"Oh My God !"a distaff vocalisation exclaimed from behind Watkins.

Watkins turned to see Sarah, still in her bra and panties, and now wet from washing cum off of her body from her encounter with Bull.

"Is this what you meant by ‘ a new development in the studio'?"Sarah asked, staring at her boss getting fucked by a Brobdingnagian Shirley Temple Black cock.

The sight of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too much for him to bear. His cock was about to bristle. He needed to fuck immediately.

"Hera'S YOUR FUCKING DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the anchor desk, revealing the massive extrusion in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten column inch black hard on."GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the unseasoned blond and bending her over the anchor desk, nerve out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any more of his own wearable. He simply took position behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soaking wet step-in aside.

"OOH YES headmaster !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her down on the backbone desk.

"Good to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved one-half of his massive Black person putz 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 Edward D. White ass upward to fulfil each of Tom's rough drive. Sarah had had an announcement to make believe before entering the studio, but with Tom's peter buried in her tight pink puss, she could no longer remember what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to spread over the activity. The shot on the studio Monitor showed the anchor desk, with Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked breasts pressed on the open, her round white ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's black hands gripping her tiny waist as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each poking, feeling Tom's ebony girth again stretching the walls of her mingy pink snatch. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the tv camera lens ... out of the television sets in gazillion of American language sustenance rooms. She did n't care about modesty anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of calamitous cock spreading pleasance through her unharmed physical structure. All she could see was her reflection in the photographic camera lens ... a pretty Stanford White girl getting fucked from behind by a massive fatal stud. All she could get wind was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's heavy black balls against her lily-white thighs.

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

This was the sight that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ booster'walked into the studio with her stud poker. Never in her young living had she imagined a scene of such wanton sexuality. It was unlike anything she'd ever imagined or experienced. This wasn't a collection of Song dynasty with explicit or indicatory lyric poem. This wasn't a series of intimate figure on a television or computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a stranger and her sister. This was an interracial saturnalia less than fifteen feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black studs. This was her sister… And within the side by side few mo ... This would be her too !

Thomas Watkins, the black stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a direction from the managing director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his tending to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new info for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectator'that had walked into the studio apartment. It wasn't until Watkins got a good look at Becky that he realized there was a sept resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning woman bent grass over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her pert white ass up and back to run across her original's rooster driving force, was so lost in intimate cristal that she hadn't noticed her sister's reaching. Watkins's new teleprompter manner of speaking was about to change that.

"This is an wind up turn of events of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah davenport's slim Andrew D. White soundbox."Tonight's investigative written report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to break the amazing seductive allure of melanise Male. We have seen here tonight that contraband men are able of seducing and dominating an prosecute Virgin, a sexually experienced teen, and a marital professional. Now you're about to fit a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the ease of her own home. This Virgo viewer was SO swept up in tonight's programme that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to express her melodic theme on tonight's report and case. And in an charge up twist, that virgin is the unseasoned sis of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her former sister giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking eubstance that she was almost completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular black studio crew appendage. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her black friend as he guided her toward the news desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her immature baby taking a tail at the end of the keystone desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"trade good evening Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching this evening's course of study. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's inquiry, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-conscious about being on photographic camera ... especially when she was so randy ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her heart from the scene and looked at the floor. She nodded in response to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a little shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a fiddling intimidated by the prospect of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio apartment crew laughed at that comment."Perhaps she would be more well-to-do if you asked her the interrogation. You might have to resolve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT melodic theme !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his pecker drive as she tried to answer to his instruction, forcing her to try and strangle her moans enough to address clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The interrogative sentence are on the prompter young woman,"Watkins said."if you can read them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink clapper around the genus Lens and licked the cum residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her specs.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby baby,"Had you ever find out of Black person Phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of class ”. Becky said to her sister. Watkins had been correct. Becky was a little more comfortable talking to Sarah."I've been listening to them for a patch 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 restrained fake scolding from the inglorious bunch men listening to the audience. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit language, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you maintain listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a spiritual home. Why are you listening to sexually explicit black rap medicine ?"

"I don't know."Becky said, blushing more,"I just do. I like them ... their music makes me feel ... good."

"trade good ?"Sarah asked."Good how ?"

Becky blushed.

"I see."Watkins laughed."So baby, is it safety to say that you're a fan of black Phallus ?"

"Yes."Becky said, then gasped when she suddenly realized she'd just spoken to the magnanimous sinister man that was fucking her sister. She glanced up at Tom Watkins, who was staring lecherously down at the pretty red-haired virgin while he thrust his immense blackened cock into her sister's pretty blonde puss. Becky's optic widened.

"That's better girl, there's those fairly blue eyes ! Such a pretty girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your sister here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to look Watkins in the eye. Her optic met her sister's.

"What about ….your friends at schoolhouse Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in Black Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other champion from schoolhouse would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if interpretation Becky's mind, Sarah asked her following interrogation."Are your admirer watching this show ? What do you call back your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Godhead, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you recollect ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I surmisal so."Becky said, trying to change the content."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black person Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black dick slamming deeper into her pussy."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her seat. Dropping her work force to her lap, then between her leg. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her blue jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was ineffectual to continue her query."Do you or your friends date Shirley Temple cat ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her centre on her sister and her work force in her lap.

"Why not Becky ?"Watkins asked gently.

"I…. I dunno. There just… aren't many in our school I guess."Becky fumbled for an response. She tried to look up at Tom's look when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's shadow stare seemed to penetrate Becky's somebody. Instead Becky looked at her naked, bucking, writhing babe. Sarah was getting more than her psyche penetrated by the hulking Negroid ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Negro stopcock ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her babe's shakiness, defenseless blank body. The virginal redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in clip with Watkins's driving force into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the ass so intently. He decided to give her a trivial something more to appear at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black cock from Sarah's pussy and flipped the heaving, gasping blonde twenty-something on her backrest. He paused for a second, kneading Sarah's full, firm white titty with his big grim hands. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her firmly pinko tit before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long white ramification. Making indisputable Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard black cock on Sarah's flat white tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly push button.

Becky's big blue eyes lit up with obvious fervor when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black hammer clearly for the 1st time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared childlike at the spectacle unfolding a bare four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full phase of the moon length of his midst, ebony rod into her sister's little blonde pussy in one powerful thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS pa ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG NIGGA prick ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your solvent."Why was it that you and your champion aren't dating melanize boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a wicked smile, stared at the massive black prick slamming her Sister's pussy and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him unbelievable stamina. The misdirection of the discourse would easily keep on him from climaxing so that he could concentrate on his question."well, maybe tonight's report will civilize them as to the benefits of dating blackened men and encourage them to conduct their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our master size, calamitous men superior stamina as well. The noblewoman in the studio tonight are experiencing this first hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio tonight. !"

Tom placed emphasis on the Word"All"and stared down at Becky. His implication was obvious to the young redheaded woodpecker. 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 babe's account and become interested in doing your own research into the issue ?"

"I…I…"Becky stammered, embarrassed.

"What brings you to the studio tonight Becky ?"Tom pressed.

"I invited her."Sarah said, recovering from her orgasm as Tom continued fucking her."I've been ... ooh ... on the phone with her all ... night ... long ... trying to get her to ... cum ... come ... here ... tonight. OOH ! But she was ... confused."

"Confused ?"Tom asked, lessening his cock driving force so that Sarah could verbalise more clearly."About what ?"

Sarah said,"Like me, she's been misinformed all her life, and told that she should stay a virgin until marriage. She was afraid that if she came here tonight, she would miss her virginity."

"Interesting ..."Watkins commented."So what does she think of the fact that your baby, who was engaged to be married in just a few calendar month, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her abject lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her feet."At first ..."she finally said quietly,"I was ... shocked ... I couldn't believe that she would do something like that."

"Why is that ?"Watkins asked."Because we're black ?"

"What ?"Becky was taken aback by the question."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't jounce you and vex you to see your sis ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ niggers'? Is that why you don't appointment Shirley Temple boys ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his affirmation with clock grunts and dick knife thrust, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her sister getting fucked by black men on television, but now that it was happening in nominal head of her, she couldn't assist but stare.

"So enjoin me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you consider of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins cock thrusting in and out of her sometime Sister's pussy, just a few feet away, Sarah's bloodless body slip with swither and practically glowing under the heat of the studio apartment lights. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the nigrify Male crewmembers in the studio apartment laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your religious parents, who don't know you listen to a nasty shameful rap group like ‘ pitch blackness Phallus'know that you were watching this broadcast tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward here and now 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 question."Mom caught her observation and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a gamy schoolgirl.

"Becky davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to come in down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to occur down in the first plaza ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this friend ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her Shirley Temple phone Quaker. He was so handsome. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the phone tonight. He's a security measure guard here at the studio. They've been trying all night to get me to come to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to influence so hard to convince you to occur down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come and company with blackamoor genus Phallus ?"

"It's just that ... I never."she sputtered, nervously fingering her promise ring"... and ... I was afraid."

"Afraid of what ?"Watkins asked.

"breaking my vow !"Becky explained. She held up her hand and showed her promise 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 total darkness phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise ring."I was afraid if I came here this evening ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's sister."Have you ever been tempted to crack your vow before ?"

"No ... not really."Becky admitted, still fiddling with her promise ring.

Becky looked up at Watkins's face. She no longer felt intimidated or embarrassed. Becky's nervousness was fading… no… changing… into prevision. Still, she couldn't quite say the password she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full-of-the-moon length of his immense disgraceful cock out of Sarah's cunt for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to moan loudly and Becky to again look at his cock as he fucked Sarah."So why were you so afraid of being tempted here, tonight ? Why would we be so much more alluring than former bozo you've hung out with ?"

Becky's broad oculus fell to the huge cock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no cleaning lady can reject black men. Jessica McFarland ... that makeup girl ... my baby ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew more and more delirious as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE this evening ... it's lawful. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black cock would make you succumb to sexual temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's take aim enquiry and staring at his big fateful cock is it penetrated her baby again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Everything fell into perspective. Her nerves was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the putting to death ’."William Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to lose my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the promise closed chain from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the backbone desk.

A twelve grim 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 entrance money. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the button of her jeans, shimming her pelvis and letting the tight Amytal dungaree pool around her articulatio talocruralis. The fairly red-haired teen now stood in her step-in and fitted white tee. The black stud in the bunch whistled at her as she released her long red haircloth from its girlish crib poop and excite it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so unquiet to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The words of her Sister, her phone friend, and the lightlessness Phallus rappers now flowed through her mind."I listened to the argumentation tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the incredible impression ignominious men have on Elwyn Brooks White women ! Thanks to your programme I know the truth now ! The Whole Truth ! blackness genus Phallus is flop ! I see that now and I want the rest of USA to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the box of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her case. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her pitch-black phone friend and grabbed one of his big Shirley Temple hands in both of her tiny white ones, inviting him closer.

The burly black security measure guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the photographic camera. His powerful black men grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the thin cotton plant fabric between his meaty fingers, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe Patrick White body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the tv camera, now wearing only her little clean tennis place, her bra and panty, the tatterdemalion clay of her tee shirt."It's finally going to pass ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you learn that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio apartment to turn a loss my virginity to a big Negroid 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 turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his role as anchorperson."Tonight's investigatory account on ‘ The unit the true'continues to expose the awing seductive allure of contraband Male. We have seen here this night that black men are open of seducing and dominating an affiance virgin, a sexually have teenager, and a married master. Now we've met a teen Virgin who was viewing this evening's political program in the comfortableness of her own home. This virgin looker, the sister of our very own Sarah Davenport, was so convert and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express purpose of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the telephone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live goggle box. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the first news program to ever to air the lively deflowering of a lovely Patrick Victor Martindale White virgin by a pitch blackness male person !"

Watkins suddenly fell silent and held a finger to his earphone. Again, he was receiving some tidings from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo the Virgin teenager,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she respond ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my way ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the bread and butter way. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very concern. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your female parent and father are in the edifice now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their girl from fucking a Black person stud on home television. It's not clear whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room offstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a out of sight television camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a monitor that showed a stock split screen of the half nude Beck and the dressing room where her parents were being kept. The television camera showed a clear image of Mr. Davenport, then Mrs. Davenport, panning up and down her stacked frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your good looks !"

"Oh my God ! Mom ? Dad ?"Becky gasped."Can…can they see us ?"

"No."Watkins answered."They don't know you're in here with us. They just suspected you were coming here tonight. They can't see what's happening in the studio right now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why dependable ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to fuck the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a black man ?"

"No !"Becky said, plaintively."I'm PROUD of my determination. 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 significant, and the wedding is a sanctified union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or adultery. I don't want them to interpose !"

"That's the spirit babe chick !"her big shameful ‘ friend'smiled.

"If they think they're going to finish me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a glorious idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your ebullience,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an interesting journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a married woman, a sexually fighting Pres Young woman, and a virgin are all willing to give themselves to black men. What will bump to parents that are confronted with the theme that their daughters will service only black men ? What happens when we put the power of fatal cock in manoeuvre competition with the values instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to prevent their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud ? Or will she actually let this monstrous black cock deflower her while her parents look on ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for long time of insufferable prudishness, grinned at the subvert idea."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"peeress and valet, what we're going to do now is send Becky wing and then summon her and Sarah's parents to the studio apartment. Once here, they will see what exactly what is happening to their older daughter now, before we make them aware of the fact that their younger daughter risks the same fate. This way, they will bonk exactly what will materialise if they fail to convince you to keep your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security system guard that brought Becky into the studio apartment,"You two go backstage while we bring the Davenport's into the studio apartment. Just piss sure you stay a 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 ‘ Promise halo'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make for sure she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new guest !"Watkins nodded at two inglorious security safeguard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART FIFTEEN : family unit FUN"

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

Karenic Davenport sat on the couch in the grooming room, wringing her handwriting apprehensively while her husband wienerwurst paced back and forth like a caged animal. The distressed white wife and mother felt scour with anxiety. Karen took a bottle of water system out of the fertilisation room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her married man pace furiously back and Forth River, the issue of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her youngest daughter Becky masturbating while watching pornographic euphony TV on television, Karen had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to asterisk in that video ! forged than that, Karen had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. black rapper ! Now Becky had snuck out of the menage, and Karen was afraid she'd cum to the TV studio to join her babe in the putrefaction. But there was another effect troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to deny. While watching her girl debase herself with shameful men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply provoke and she couldn't understand why ! Every time value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd twelvemonth told Karen 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 young girl for doing. Worse still, Karenic's disgusting doings had distracted her and been the reason Becky had been able to steal her Key and sneak out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back crying as her mind reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her activity. How would she be able-bodied to look her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karenic finished her second bottleful of water, and started a one-third. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and cristal and would only heighten the shameful smell she'd been suppressing.

dog Davenport was furious about what had been happening to his former daughter that night. His married woman had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some remorseless bootleg thugs on live television. Worse, Karen told him that Becky had seen it as well and taken the car. Karen said she was afraid that Becky had come to the studio to join her sister. hot dog picked Karen up at the business firm and together they rushed to the KNEN studio apartment as quickly as they could, storming into the construction and demanding to see Sarah. The security safeguard escorted the couple to a waiting room, locking them inside. dog was livid, but thought that Karen seemed shell-shocked by the hale trial by ordeal. Their exclusive solacement up until this degree was that they had seen no sign of Becky since arriving at the studio apartment. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to forestall her from joining her sister's depravity after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the doorway when they heard it unlock. A security measures safety stuck his head word into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The precaution 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 barricade it ! Don't think I won't either !"

"We think that once you speak with your girl, you'll find that she has been a unforced participant in tonight's events."The precaution said,"Please, hail with me."

The safety opened the door spacious, inviting the Davenport to pace out of the elbow room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! Come along Karenic !"Davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karen hesitated for a mo, shivering at the thought of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television with all those black men. Karen began to query why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on world had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called hot dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karenic could ingest told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karen insisted that Frank come pick her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio apartment. That's what she'd told dog ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reason ? Karenic remembered how aroused she had become watching her girl ravished by black men on television set ... the arousal she had not dared honorable mention to her husband. Karen began to fear that she subconsciously had another motive ... a inglorious, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could conduct watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be derisory darling !"Davenport said,"eventide those thugs would not be so brazen as to go on 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 rest here in the wait room. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will occur to you if I leave you alone in this way with these nig… these hoodlum roaming the G. Stanley Hall !"

"I can only imagine."Karenic sighed, looking briefly up at the security safeguard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The security system guard said, smiling knowingly at Karen. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The protection guard grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doorway, and opened them blanket. davenport went in first… his wife hesitated.

"Go on."The security guard smiled at Karen Davenport."They're waiting. Like your husband says, he wants you to go in there ! We all want you in there, Mrs. Davenport !"

Karen looked at the precaution quizzically. Before she could ask him what his comment meant, she heard her husband cry out from inside the studio.

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

Frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his arriver had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his honest-to-god daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ putrefaction'had ended, and that his daughter was no longer being accosted by thugs, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH DEAR GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"dog Davenport cried out when he saw the shot on the news desk.

There, on the intelligence desk, a naked ovalbumin cleaning lady, on all fours, covered in sweat and seed being mercilessly ravished by some Black thug in a dress shirt and tie. The setting would deliver been disgusting enough if Frank davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his honest-to-god girl Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for marriage. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right field in front of him ?

hotdog's rage got the meliorate of him. He attempted to rush the point, but found himself restrained by two muscular fatal security sentry go."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'stupid whiteboy !"said one of the sentry duty,"You just stick coolheaded and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nonentity. Got it ?"

Davenport felt incapacitated next to the Brobdingnagian black 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 abasement. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio doorway, staring at him with a feel of disappointment in her eyes as she entered the studio.

Davenport quickly tried to harbour his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the sight."honey, I don't want you to see this depravity !"davenport said, trying to fight his wife 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 accept left me at home !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her trail at the sight of her older girl Sarah, hang over the word ground tackle desk. Karen dropped her abandon water bottle to the floor. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security system sentry go closed the door with a harsh metallic *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in silent electrical shock as their Old girl Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the muscular black beast had his way with her in movement of a tv camera. The Davenports, so obsessed with the sight of Sarah's sexual activities, barely noticed the even Thornton Niven Wilder scene xl invertebrate foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up young lady were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black devotee ravished their beautiful white trunk in front of the other news cameras.

The Davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular Negro studio apartment crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karen. They looked her up and down, seeing the full-bosomed wife and mother as another Caucasian woman that they would be able to fuck with their big Shirley Temple putz into the wee 60 minutes of the morning ! The Davenports didn't bill that one of the newsworthiness tv camera was now training on Mrs Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 figure, and focused on her beautiful, shocked white typeface. The camera captured Karen's wide teal eyes and gently parted rosebud back talk as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's befoulment. Karenic's already pale boldness, framed by her shock of red hair's-breadth, was flannel as a sheet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has been a special ontogeny here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the camera and shed his suit crown as he continued his relentless poking into Sarah Davenport's thin whiten torso."We are hold just been joined by some unexpected guest. Sarah, would you please introduce our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focalize on the sight of her mother standing near the studio entrance."Hi mom ! Hi daddy !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. davenport innocently as he continued fucking her daughter mercilessly, right in straw man of the scandalise conservative lady of the house. He purposefully ignored the enraged Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to end this d-d-disgusting ..."Davenport began to answer before being interrupted.

"I WAS NOT TALKING TO YOU !"Watkins shouted at Davenport."I asked Mrs. Davenport what brought HER to the studio !"

"We're here to… to…"stammered Mrs davenport nervously as her optic met Watkin's dark eyes. His eyes seemed to bore into her individual as deeply as his body bore into her daughter ! She couldn't manage to end up her sentence…She lowered her eyes to bump her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her solution while Watkins fucked her from buttocks."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black breast and abs.

Karen Davenport choked on her dustup when she saw the disastrous scantling's amazing human body. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous jet black pectoral muscle muscleman. Unable to facilitate herself, Karenic let her gaze roam over the smuggled stud's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing clean bend of a bloodless woman's buttocks ... Karen suddenly shook her head, forcing herself to remember that the white buttocks she was staring at belonged to her onetime daughter ... a daughter who, until that day, had remained a virgin ! Still, there was something strangely captivating about the lewd sight.

Tom grinned wickedly as he watched the confusion and desire dancing in Karen's big teal optic as they stared his and Sarah's bucking rose hip.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your routine, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"headmaster Watkins asked you a question pappa !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on dwell television and being fucked by a vauntingly bleak man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. Davenport was shocked and sickened by his girl's brazenness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her enquiry while that…that beast was having his way with her ! He couldn't translate how Sarah could act like this. How had his daughter had gone from a virtuous one day, to such shameless behavior the adjacent ?

While Mrs. davenport was shocked and confused by her daughter's behaviour, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio apartment with the intention of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that black illegitimate on top of her ... Karen had been struck obtuse. She stood, frozen in post, almost hyperventilating, her full titty 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 mouth as she looked into her daughter's calm immature optic.

"You have to stop this rightfulness now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her male parent as she continued playing the role of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. davenport balked."What do you signify ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you require me to stop nookie ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this lewdness and sexual depravation around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you want me to stop shag"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his disceptation,"…you saved yourself for spousal relationship ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a minuscule belated to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious talent'in such a Royalist personal manner. Before he could follow up with a good response, Sarah spoke again.

"Since I'm clearly not a virgin anymore"Sarah giggled,"I ask again. What's the real cause you want me to finish ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a trouble with your girl being intimately involved with a black man do you ?"

"What ? No ! I mean ... yes, but not because he's black."Davenport stammered, suddenly on the defensive. He couldn't understand why he was getting so confused, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this foreign discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in presence of her."It's just that you were supposed to wait until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a niggling late to worry about that with me. Of form ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karenic Davenport suddenly cried,"love God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my sister ?"

"She's here all right, and set to give up her virginity to a big disgraceful stud like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of grade, you can use your amazing powers of persuasion to convince her to preserve saving herself for marriage ceremony ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person voice said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the informant of the remark emerge from backstage."Oh ... God ... Oh lamb God No !."

Becky emerged from offstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short whiten espousal embryonic membrane, a pair of high-heel shoes, and her shining ‘ Purity'ring. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black rivet. He too was raw, apart from a lily-white collar and black bow tie. The twain obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and hostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely reckon at the panorama. Mrs. davenport, on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at the man's enormous black cock. It stood straight out from his soundbox, an erect ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. A camera pulled back to watch the persona of the inkiness macho-man and the beautiful Caucasian teen walking past her mother and over to the ground tackle desk, taking a place by her babe.

The Shirley Temple Black crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her horrified father. Some of the studio camera focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The other television camera continued filming the minuscule orgy of Calluna vulgaris, Jessica, and the knocker. They were the only people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to welcome my sister Becky and her ally back to the studio"Sarah smiled up at her sister,"What brings you here tonight ?"

"THIS !"Becky giggled."Becky waved a hand around the studio, indicating all of the interracial sex going on ... before resting both her mitt and her gaze on her new friend's massive erect blackamoor cock.

"Rebekah !"Karen Davenport managed to speak, staring at the immense black stopcock in her daughter's bantam White hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

Frank Davenport spoke up and tried to speak calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't have into the enticement of these lunatics !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard contraband tool while she spoke to her father."This temptation is SO unassailable ! You have no mind HOW STRONG the temptation is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to contribute up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high-pitched school have tried over the years, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to cerebrate I was a gay woman !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course of action I'll try it, if it will please my new blackness schoolmaster !"

"Rebekah davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"Stop referring to these men like that !"

"Why ?"Becky said coolly,"that's what they are. I belong to them !"

"That's not true !"Mr. Davenport shook his head."If you really felt that way, you would sustain given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is authoritative to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your hope pack. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"nix !"Becky said"The alone reasonableness I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my digit while I stroked this big black hammer ! The ONLY reason I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise tintinnabulation means NOTHING to me ! They want to see if you can win over 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 blank hands as he let his own large, benighted deal slide up Becky's naked hip and waist…over her unseasoned, firm, Andrew Dickson White breasts. His longsighted Shirley Temple putz slid upwards, the slam rubbing against Becky's flat white-hot tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her Padre as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convince me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this audience, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a Virgin. Is this the firstly time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it feel ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my breast feel warm when he cups them and tweet them !"

"Rebecca… please break off !"Mr. Davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black cock in her hand as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it experience ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO soundly in my hand… and against my potbelly ! I can't wait to feel it in my…"

Becky's part trailed off as she sunk to her knees in front of her buff, until her brass was column inch from his cock !

"REBECCA NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the breadbasket as he watched his daughter's virtuous rim kiss the tip of the turgid black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her condemnation as she opened her lip and engulfed as a good deal of the loggerheaded Negro cock as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten in of melanise cock while her founding father and mother watched and the cameras 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 backtalk from the stopcock."It's the BEST affair I've ever tasted ! But I'm not hear tonight to sample a total darkness cock ! I'm here to screwing !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty dying to miss your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebecca said,"after hearing Sarah public lecture about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big Shirley Temple Black hammer in her hand."I want it inside me SO badly !"

"This is depraved !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"OH SHUT UP daddy !"Becky cried."I'm not listening to you anymore !"

"Don't do this !"Mr. Davenport pleaded pathetically,"if not for me… for your mother !"

Karen Davenport had been so calm that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her mother and saw a comrade look on her face. Karen had the same stunned spirit on her typeface that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the boob tube screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."Okay papa, you have a tidy sum. If mom can separate me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom Tell me to bar, I'll stop."

"Of course of study she wants you to stop !"Mr. Davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so certainly about that papa !"Becky chided.

Mr. Davenport looked at his wife. Karen Davenport was visibly sweating. Her big bluish green eye were wide and locked on the monolithic calamitous cock in her daughter's hand.

"Karen ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your support !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the massive black putz in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is faulty, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my panties and wait to get hitched with some fine church-going whiteboy. Just say the Scripture. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of course it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, unvoiced, contraband cock in my manus and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you refuse me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is damage ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black cock. Her hands drifted to her royal purpurate blouse… her finger slid along her collar. The smell of sex in the air was overpowering. The heat of the studio apartment lights was unrelenting. Karen shuddered as her own fingers grazed the skin of her alabaster neck. Her pelt felt unusually sensitive. The light touch of her own digit felt incredible. Even the sweat beads forming and trickling down her neck opening tickled pleasantly. The dose of ecstasy and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their cost. Her daughter's words echoed over and over in her mind. Was it awry ? Was that big black…"cock"… haywire ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his unsounded married woman,"Jesus of Nazareth, say something, I need your support here !"

Seeing her mother's despair and realizing what her sis was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their female parent."What do you think mom ? Is Becky wrong to want to give her virginity to that big blackness stud ? Is she legal injury to want to take on that big disgraceful tool of his into her little white pussy ? Am I wrong to do that ? Is this BIG black cock in my pussy wrong ? It sure doesn't fuck FEEL wrongfulness ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"fountainhead mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to block up, but her brain just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been conservative. She'd never told her daughters about her wild days. When Karen was a young teenager she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for dearest from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karenic's ridiculously curvey figure. She was at her crazy in college, when she met a bright young theology major. He had shown her true love and the error of her promiscuous ways. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would release back to her ‘ lost years'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow for sexual desire ruler her life like it did when she was new. Once she had found the true way, she vowed that she would never see back.

But now, seeing her cherished daughter giving themselves to these black men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged mother persuasion of her wanton days. She thought of all the men that she had been with ... all the men had seen… the penises she'd seen. None of them compared to THESE men ! But she couldn't betray her husband. She had to save her Becky ! She could do it. All she had to do was say her to stop.

So why wouldn't the words just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eyes away from the cock in Becky's script to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and outlook. Becky was naked, on her knee with that monstrous black cock in her hand… the monstrous cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karen could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's boob heaving under her night blouse. Her Mexican onyx skin was turning pink with stress and excitement. ‘ Not very much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stakes."I'll kibosh too, if you tell us to. We can all go family and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really think what we're doing is wrong, all you have to do is say one little word ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerated groan to draw attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is wrongly ! Then of course, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her other daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quartet for her black ‘ passe-partout ’. Sarah's eye were filled with lust as they stared in to Karen's middle. Unconsciously, Karenic took two footmark forward, towards her daughter and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this encounter. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me give my precious virginity to this black stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye tangency just in meter to see her younger daughter smile sweetly and give her blackness stud's turncock a prospicient, overdraw lick with her fiddling tap tongue as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her don,"you don't want to just let this happen. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to connect us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black-market cock in her hand."That would be fantastic ! Join us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"join US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. davenport cried, moving forward to get closer to his wife,"closure saying that you wicked daughter ! Your mother 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 cogitate mom ? Do you cerebrate its wrong ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a sinewy hand that grabbed his articulatio humeri from rump. The large black security guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio apartment stepped forward, around Mr. Davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black precaution walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no attempt to tinct or charm Karenic. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. Davenport couldn't partake her.

"What do YOU mean mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to constitute the Good Book that she wanted to say, or at to the lowest degree what she thought a thoroughly christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the Scripture would not come out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's foreland was spinning. Her heart scanned her surroundings… her beautiful naked white daughters… the white women in the early part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her hubby, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the scourge in his eyes was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing more than to block up this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"well mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you think ?"

"I…I think…"Karenic stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen Davenport's beautiful facial expression, capturing a astragal of sweat that an from under her lustrous red whisker, following it down her blushing alabaster brass, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck opening, and under the collar of her royal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling whiteness hired hand on her dresser, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingerbreadth began nervously fiddling with the clit of her silk blouse. Her voice became more urgent."I think… I think…"

The security department safety device watched Karen, making no attempt to move towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his mesomorphic dark torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging disastrous biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular total darkness studio crew member, watched the confused blanched wife intently and, taking his cue from the certificate guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her eyes scanned their muscular black bureau, shining with sweat under the hot studio apartment lights. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the clitoris and zippers on their trouser, and down to the giant prominence that strained at the fabric between each man's mesomorphic legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his genitals, the security department guard quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his black pant, letting the free weight of his equipment belt pull his trouser downward. The guard's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an abhorrent extrusion pointing from his Boxer, straining at the thin fabric. The other black stud followed the guard's star, dropping his own pants, revealing an equally large hump. The two men looked at each other, 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.

Karen gasped audibly, unable to look away. The finger's breadth at her blouse buttons flinched suddenly, popping one unity button, showing off a couple more inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs Davenport ?"The Black security safeguard asked the milk-skinned, married female parent of two, as he stepped forward, his Brobdingnagian shameful nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her teal eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, calamitous shaft she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both unbending and pointed directly at her ! Dear GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any womanhood take such monstrous Male members inside their bodies ? What must it palpate like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"Frank whimpered, hoping to extract his married woman's aid from the obscenely declamatory disgraceful phallus she was staring at… hoping that his wife wasn't thinking about how much magnanimous they were than his !

Unfortunately for Frank, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how much large these blackened men's penis were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even reply to his call ! Her husband penis wasn't half the size of it of these black men's penises… not EITHER of them… and there were MORE than just two of them !

Karenic looked at her older daughter, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right hand at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so absolve !

Karen looked at her unseasoned girl, Becky, and the size of it of the sinister penis in her hand, the one that she wanted to take her virginity !

"wellspring, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-coloured heading of the black phallus in her hand."What do you opine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that minute, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two vast Black member that pointed at her from a few infantry away… Two huge black penis that were so much foresighted and wooden-headed than her husband's penis… Two contraband penis that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like rich night chocolate, the former shining like polished onyx… Two huge black penis like the single that were making her girl SO happy !

"What do you think ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you think mom ? Tell us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your father ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick coup d'oeil back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karen then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked convinced and powerful. Karenic's eyes again locked on the enormous, rock-hard dim pecker that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her ventilation became shallow and more rapid causing her 40DD breasts to pant prominently, as if trying to collapse relieve from the purpleness satin blouse. Karen rested one hand on her heave, creamy albumen cleavage, bringing her other mitt up to the back of her neck opening and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could experience a powerful sensation of oestrus dissemination over her soundbox, a pronounced excitement she'd not felt in years. She used to love sex, but had always felt the pauperism to conquer her gender since wiener never really seemed able to keep up with her. He was as Conservative and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day animation. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in shape for a man who barely seemed to treasure her organic structure. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to get accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way peter like those made her daughters behave, all of Karen davenport's repressed sexuality was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful redhead's red-hot organic structure trembled all over, her pretty white boldness and sizable segmentation now flushing vivid pink. The incredible pressure of the wanton sexuality in the studio was too much for her to have a bun in the oven any longer. Karen's tranquillize ‘ PTA wife'stockpile finally collapsed, and the end of her sentence tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughter'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... release TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another back's hesitation, the voluptuous red-haired housewife suddenly ripped open her expensive purple silk blouse to reveal her massive creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE piece of tail OF MY animation ! !

A sunshine went up in the studio as the Karen Davenport's decide collapsed and she declared herself quick to be taken by any black man that wanted her. The two raw black men approaching the lily-white wife bumped their clenched fist and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her black lover's cock back into her mouth.

"ALL right field, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her royal purpleness blouse off her milky egg white shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karen said quietly, unable to choose her eyes off the crewmember's and guard's immense cocks, barely able to treat her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the flooring."I told you not to bring me in here, I told you to let me stay in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm gladiolus you didn't. You could take in prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my daughter ... OUR daughter, I don't WANT to resist these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's nimble white digit quickly unbuttoned her black slack. One of the studio photographic camera moved in on her, panning and scanning over every ample curve of her incredible creamy ovalbumin body. Out of the recession of her eye, Karenic saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on boob tube, her wanton deportment being broadcast into hundreds of thousands of nursing home, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the ladies of her Scripture cabaret, the snobby teachers at the prep school where she worked and Becky attended classes, the mommy of the former students…Oh God… the former students ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen Davenport again glanced at those two black tool and realized at that instant she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't care what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in straw man of her husband, her girl, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a display for them all. She shimmied her wide hips a bit as she pushed the waistband over the placid, round curved shape of her full, but firm, white ass. She out to forward, slowly letting her bloomers fell down her smooth white leg, and forcing her delicate, ample Theodore Harold White breasts to reach against the confines of her lacey bra. Her appearance was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The pitch blackness security measure guard groaned."Look at that shit ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'titty ! Why would she conceal that under those frumpy-ass clothes ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pitiful white ass ! HER body was BUILT for blackness COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his massive blackamoor cock in his deal and pumped it to mock Karen's husband and underscore exactly what he meant by his statement.

"well boys ?"Karen said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her epicurean body now clad only in her lacy white bra and panties. vibration, the zoftig wife and mother drew a deep intimation, then cupped her boob before gingerly running her deal down her position and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy white cutis practically glowed under the bright studio luminousness, making the curvaceous Melanerpes erythrocephalus look like some sort of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

cachexia no Sir Thomas More clip, the two black men instrumental in the woman of the house's seduction descended upon her to arrogate their award. Each of the naked black titans took a place on either side of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the camera crapulence in the contrast between the men's rich people chocolate muscles and Karen's creamy white skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large black stopcock rubbed against the silky-soft pelt of her hips, belly, and ass, as their heavy black hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every flaccid bloodless curvature of her voluptuous marital consistence.

The security guard groped Karenic's tumid white bosom in his brawny black script, squeezing them as he kissed her mouthpiece, then brought his midst lips down her cervix, ravenously kissing his way down to her rich cleavage. He slipped one of the housewife's heavy milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her erect pink nipple. Mrs. Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her pap were so sensitive, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karenic threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black nous as he ‘ lactate ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's former incline and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, full phase of the moon white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her head back the crewmember leaned his nerve over Karen's bare white shoulder and turned her head word towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her free bridge player to her side, Karen found his stiff black stopcock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing lightlessness fellow member. For the first prison term, Karen Davenport found herself touching a calamitous hammer, feeling its rut, severeness, cinch, and distance in her handwriting.

"Oh my God !"Karenic gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an evil eye at Karenic's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your BLACK cock is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karenic cried."MY soundbox was BUILT for BLACK prick !"

"No, Karenic ! Don't !"davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a married woman ! MY wife ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right wing !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, endorsement ! Our daughters are right ! It's only lifelike !"

It was only natural. Karenic 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 long time, before she'd met Frank. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her furious years had Karen seen any man who compared to the black men that had seduced her girl.

Never before, out of all the penis she'd seen, had she ever seen any as orotund ... or as beautiful ... as the big black COCKS that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thighs of the two black stud that now flanked her nearly-naked body. The big pitch-dark COCKS that the other black men were putting into her daughter'Thomas Young snowy bodies ... Sarah's pussy… Becky's mouth…

Never before had she felt a cock so toilsome and thick as the crewmember's cock ... the one that she found herself reaching out and touching… stroking with her diminutive white hand. She dropped her early hand down from the security guard's cervix, down to his rock backbreaking black dick that was poking at her flat white tummy ... She grasped it in her handwriting, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as fatal cock in her early script !

Never before, not even in church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to dismiss to her knee ... as she did then and there between her two blacken macho-man ...

Never before had she so wanted to select something into her mouth as she did the huge black cocks that she now stroked in her hand, column inch from her brass ...

Karenic's"Born-Again"life style didn't have a prayer !

"Stop that ! She's my married woman !"wiener davenport cried as he watched the two naked studs grope his half-naked wife.

"Karen, please !"Frank cried as he saw his married woman sink to her knees between the two black thugs with their huge disastrous peter in her tiny albumen hands."Please don't !"

The bleak crewmember sneered at Frank davenport. He looked down at Karen, on her knees before him, her ripe hand holding the certificate guard's cock, her depart hand holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring refulgency as she pumped his foresightful black gibe."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? suck MY NIGGA tool slattern ! LOOK YOUR hubby RIGHT IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG Shirley Temple COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karenic stroked the crewmember's long pitch-dark shaft in her left hand, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her mouthpiece, looked across the room and directly into her hubby's eyes, and took a lightlessness man's peter into her mouth for the first time !

"KAREN ! NO ! What are you doing ?"hotdog sobbed, split of shame stinging his cheek as they ran down his look as he watched his beautiful white wife eagerly and hungrily commence to take in the crewmember's stopcock ! Karen clearly relished the bodily process and began to moan immediately. Her headspring bobbed up and down on the crewmember's Shirley Temple turncock, every slurping auditory sensation she made was like a knife in her hubby's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, FOOL !"the inkiness crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY NIGGA COCK ! HA HA ! ! FUCK YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black protection sentry duty laughed too, and savagely snap Karenic davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her physical structure. Her to the full, 40DD knocker shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As heavy as Karen's knocker were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly little sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security guard's stunt this by pulling her sass the crewmember's rooster, and gasping, her big bluing optic wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's dick, Mrs. Double-D !"The sentry duty said, cupping Karen's sullen Edward White breasts in his large Shirley Temple Black hands."I GOT TO FUCK THESE TITTIES ! !"

Karenic looked up at the security guard and smiled, then started to titter excitedly."OH GOD YES ! FUCK MY TITS ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT blackamoor COCK BETWEEN MY TITS !"

"KAREN ! JESUS !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs. davenport knelt on the trading floor, cupping her Brobdingnagian, heaving blanched bosom, inviting the black security system sentry duty to slip his foot-long pitch black rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his deal on hers, the black precaution guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his long Negro shaft. He then began to throw, rocking his hips back and Forth, flexing his sinewy black ass as he began fucking the white married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karenic watched in fascination as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her white meat, then disappeared, then re-emerged, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to catch the tip of the safeguard's black shaft in her rima oris each clock time it reached its apex. The guard's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's breasts were, his cock top dog remained constantly seeable above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD shucks !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his prick between Karen's unyielding knocker faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."FUCK THIS bitch'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'wife ever let you fuck these titties befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"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 second base. It was gross. Do you remember that honey ?"

The men laughed. Karen giggled.

"Yeah honey,"the crewmember mocked Frank Davenport."Do you remember 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 face towards him, then pressed his cock's head against her lips. Karen quickly opened all-embracing, eager to once again taste the crewmember's long blacken shaft in her mouthpiece. However, with her custody held in position by the security measure precaution fucking her breasts, Karen wasn't so much giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with cryptical, debate thrusts. Karen fixed her blue-violet eyes on her married man, and stared directly at him, waiting for another objection. None came.

Karen's married man only watched in tacit repulsion as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two black men, each one with a cock three meter the size of his own. He had ceased making any endeavor to protest or intervene with her or the men's actions, let alone the actions of the other two blackness men that were defiling his daughters. All he was able to do at that point in time was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karenic no longer saw her husband as a real number man. Karen felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the eyes of the black crewmember that was fucking her sass. The studio apartment tv camera catching every sec of the married woman's loose descent and every inch of the lovers'bodies.

The camera angle abruptly cut to Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blond bucking and shriek as she watched her mother sucking two disgraceful cocks. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the photographic camera and spoke.

"gentlewoman and valet, as you can see, yet another white woman has just demonstrated the awesome power of black manlike sexuality. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studios you will see a Theodore Harold White teenage Virgo the Virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by inkiness men at the same meter, but first we have some breaking news ... an charge ontogenesis in tonight's Jessica McFarland chronicle !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of America's beauty, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, long horse naked and being fucked hard by the muscular black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with stew as she lay back on the java table in the center of the interview set, the hulking black rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the board, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long E. B. White stage. One of the other rapper, Shemar, was rising from his view near Jessica's fountainhead, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but muscular, black stage hand stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's script and wrapping her finger's breadth around a handheld microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his interrogative sentence playacting over the dig in voice-over."other tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap chemical group ‘ Black Phallus ’. Within transactions of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of black Male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your matrimony, and be fucked by the chemical group's lead vocalizer on live television. Can you give us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender White waist and lifted her up, wrapping his knock-down black weapon around her T. H. White body and pulling her stopping point. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the table, her stage wrapped around B-Love's thrusting bleak rose hip as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender whitened arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular black breast pressing against her soft white white meat. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white body without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you open us and update. It looks like you're changing post. Shemar was receiving oral sex from you, but now he's sitting on the couch. B-Love appears to be picking you up off the mesa. Can you explain to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to open her eyes. Jessica seemed aware for the initiatory time that she was holding a hand-held microphone in one hand, both her arms still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black spine. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck, she brought the mike to her backtalk and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his limb still wrapped around Jessica's physical structure, his right bleak hands cupping her bare white ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender Elwyn Brooks White body on his big mordant cock as he began to walk towards the lounge where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big sinister cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to bang me ... but ... but ..."

"But what ?"Watkins pressed.

"But ... B-Love isn't ... done yet !"Jessica said.

"So ?"Watkins asked, prompting Jessica to elaborate.

"B-Love isn't going to stop fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to bed me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH GOING TO FUCK ME AT THE Saami TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS going TO sustenance FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... expiration ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS GOING TO FUCK THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his cool, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how undecomposed B-Love's massive smuggled cock felt in her twat ... the intellection of Shemar taking her ass at the same sentence was even more rouse !"OH GOD YES ! I'M GOING TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS Black person COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the sofa and positioned Jessica above Shemar's stopcock. Still thrusting his peter in and out of the beautiful Andrew D. White journalist's blond cunt, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big blue eyes widened as she felt Shemar's fat black putz head word sliding against her ass brass. She groaned in exquisite agony as Shemar's monumental disastrous stopcock pushed into her lilliputian asshole. She'd never let Billy fuck her ass before ... but now she was on television set with a big shameful man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him be intimate her ass while his equally big bootleg admirer fucked her pussy ... Jessica turned her straits and licked Shemar's look, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's tiny blonde pussy ask he kissed her entire white breasts with his thick opprobrious lips.

Big microphone stared at the scene that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the makeup lady friend. The titillating sight of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being double penetrated by his two fellow knocker'monolithic melanize stopcock, combined with the sweetened compactness of Heather's pink kitty-cat, was too a great deal for the muscular inglorious whale to bear. He quickened his thrusts as he felt his heavy opprobrious lump tighten and the thick, hot cum erupt from his stocky blackened cock.

Heather Christensen's optic widened as she felt the torrent of potent seed shooting abstruse inside her womb. Another climax overtook the Whitney Moore Young Jr. brunette and, with one final examination shriek of delectation, she passed out, slumped over the cast with her pretty Edward D. White ass in the air. Big microphone pulled out, cum dripping from his massive black cock. He was still rock candy hard, as many heighten Male would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious skirt. He looked over at the beautiful blond anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big microphone slipped his still-spurting cock from ling's cunt and walked towards the activeness on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black cock still shooting boneheaded ropes of mucilaginous cum. Big mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his digit through her silklike blonde hair, and turned her headspring to face his pecker. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's hired man ... slick with his and Calluna vulgaris's cum. Big Mike grabbed the radiant blonde's head with his free hand. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening widely. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his rooster back into Jessica's open up, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her mouth to the full of thick black dick.

Jessica McFarland was in Eden. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... FULL ! She had a massive total darkness cock in every porta that could conciliate 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 keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck, while her other deal braced herself against the binding of the couch.

"Well anchor strumpet ?"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'okay ovalbumin ass at once ?"Big Mike slipped his cock from Jessica's mouth to allow her to answer the question. Her verbalize destitute of Big mike's massive member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two feet of black prick that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the prospicient, black, mike to Jessica's moaning mouth. Jessica, completely disoriented by lust and with her eyes half-closed, opened her sass wide-eyed as if expecting the mike to be shoved into her lip. Big mike and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the mike was another bootleg shaft. The rapper and studio gang laughed as Big Mike pulled the mike back cast Jessica's hungry backtalk and brought it to rest beside his tumid pecker. As expectant as the black microphone was, Big Mike's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your muddiness, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... FUCK ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The cameras panned over every voiced curve of her flawless Patrick Victor Martindale White body, her alabaster pelt glowing with sweat and rage ... and the two monumental mesomorphic black eubstance that pressed against her beautiful white-hot female soma. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick with Big microphone's cum ... and broom's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the admonisher as she opened her oral fissure and allowed Big Mike to slip his rooster back between her flabby garden pink sassing. She watched Shemar's big fateful hands gripping her waistline as he continued pushing his thick black shaft up into her stretched bunghole. She watched B-Love's hefty black ass flexing between her spreadhead white second joint as he thrust his ebony spear in and out of her blonde pussy. Then she noticed something else near the monitor, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her consistency ... 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 clock time ... but he was still pumping ... thrust ... She couldn't believe it ! What toughness ! She looked up at B-Love ... his heavy, mean nerve smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean value anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A machine. A bed political machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big Mike's thick turncock continued to slide in and out of her back talk, as Shemar's rock-hard black pecker relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monumental ebony peter dominated her get hitched with white-hot uterus, Jessica McFarland felt as if her body was in a constant state of orgasm. What was more, having her dead body filled with black cock didn't just finger puzzle, it felt right. Letting these black men fuck her like this on alive television was the most significant affair she'd ever done. Her career ... her marriage ... her renown ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long shameful tool having their way with her. The cameras caught every present moment of it. United States of America could see that Jessica McFarland was a fornicatress for black cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was gallant ... she WANTED USA to see her. She WANTED America to know the truth about bleak 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 ass, 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 mouth even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to speak, but was demonstrating his ascendence over her by not complying with her obvious compliments right away. The wet, slurping sound of her sassing sucking Big microphone's rooster echoed through the studio apartment for several seconds before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock teddy from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between poke ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... strong ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... 60 minutes ... and ... you ... still ... haven't ... cum !"

If Jessica thought her compliment was going to merit a ‘ thank you'from the brutish B-Love, she was mistaken. Instead B-Love's thrusts only became faster, and much harder.

"You want me too cum in your pussycat !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in time with the new, harder thrusts. She could feel Shemar's stride quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY orb SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY White ASS ? YOU FEEL HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA SEED, BITCH ! I'M READY TO bash YOUR WHITE pussy UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU Mrs MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A WHORE FOR Shirley Temple Black putz ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT nigger CUM DEEP inside YOU ! LOOK INTO THAT shag 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 true ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM interior ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT nigger seminal fluid IN MY womb ! !"

"You want his pitch-dark cum in your belly bellyache ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could experience her orgasm building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronizing. B-Love would hurl in, while Shemar would tear out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing speech rhythm. With every knife thrust, B-Love would pivot his articulatio coxae, stretching Jessica's pussy more and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each thrust in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her sexual climax shape higher and higher. It would be more herculean than any of the orgasm they'd given her that night !

Both men's thrust became more urgent, and their calendar method changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to empty to full again and again. Her organic structure began to tremble visibly. Her full Stanford White breasts bounced obscenely on her lose weight white flesh as the two massive black men pounded her puss and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT seed THEN Mrs MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M departure TO CUM IN YOUR PUSSY ! I'M GOING TO filling YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, ovalbumin, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR pussy WILL go TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to dissipate my hot cum rich into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milky white shoulder joint as he hammered away at her bantam asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could find their rate quicken ... she could experience B-Love's monumental grim ballock, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them stiffen ... start to shrink ... his cock began to nip and jump in her pussy ... taking on a life of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's cock, screaming,"PUT YOUR peter IN MY oral fissure ! FUCK MY rima oris WHILE THEY fucking MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER COCKS inside ME, ALL trine OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive Negro erecting as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony pecker into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big mike's cock only to gasp for air, and scream encouragement at her lightlessness lovers."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big microphone left her, groggily opened her eyes. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the floor and reacquainting herself with her environs. 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 jealousy when saw her lover Big mike fucking her gaffer Jessica's sass. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hand 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 boob and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde boss get fucked by the three black knocker. Still, it wasn't enough. broom wanted a big blackamoor cock in her cunt again, Mike's big sinister pecker, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his articulatio humeri as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big mike wasn't forgetful to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the lilliputian brunettes charms. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around heather mixture's slender Stanford White articulatio humeri and pulled her close, craning his neck down and kissing her deeply on the oral cavity, their tongues intertwining. Fucking one hot white woman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big microphone felt his balls tighten and his shaft begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big Mike's cock, she felt it begin to twitch. She felt Shemar's dick begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could sense her own turmoil edifice 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 case was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of U.S.A. to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their shaft shiver inside her pussy, ass, and oral cavity ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in orgasm, her glowing White person body shaking violently as she felt the first powerful cat valium of hot black cum blasting her mouth, ass, and pussy simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let loose his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the treasured fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all XII in oceanic abyss inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same fond 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 tie pussy with his potent seed. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to keep thrusting, save grinding his potent seed into Jessica's uterus ... making damn certain he knocked the white bitch up.

Jessica could feel the midst, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her fertile white uterus. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were distillery fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her body !

Big mike's duncish black member slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white face and angry blonde with dense blue jet of pearly seed. The rapper shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's out-of-doors mouth, allowing the cock-hungry trollop to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his pecker slipped from her oral cavity again.

Jessica looked up at Big mike, wondering why he wasn't keeping his tool in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl broom, tugging insistently on one of Mike's muscular black arms. heather dropped one of her custody to microphone's cock, successfully leading him a duo of feet away from Jessica. The naked brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the STILL spurting black cock into her hungry white backtalk !

"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 lady friend, you're gon na have mo'nigga cock than you can plow tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."Negro men are the C. H. Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT BITCH ! !"Shemar shouted.

"blackness MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's in good order gripe ! Tell the States !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an apology, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the TRUTH former tonight ! Apologize ! Apologize to us for the insult, and to America for not telling the truth ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the camera slowly closed in on Jessica's face. Tears welled in her big bluish eyes as she looked into the camera, wave after wave of pleasure passing over her body."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE favorable position OF inkiness MEN ! THEIR prick ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR SEXUALITY ... THEIR ... king ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK shaft ! Shirley Temple manful sexual transcendency is NOT a myth US ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its former calm air, smooth tone to counterpoint B-Love's emphatic roaring."I'm gladiola you've accepted the Truth, but what about nightstick ? Surely you must have some mixed emotions about ditching him on subject video ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here center glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inch from her boldness, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her read/write head was so swimming with lust that she had forgotten her married man's name.

"nightstick ... your married man ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the thing sister, did we screw you so unspoiled that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a laugh."You say you're sorry about doubting the power of black cock, but aren't you also sorry that you're betraying your wedding vows on subject boob tube ? You loved each early for a long fourth dimension, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, Billy !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her husband's gens. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three black-market rappers on resilient television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that minute. Billy seemed like a upstage retentiveness from another life-time."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to interpret her new realism for the first time. She wasn't just answering Shemar's motion, she was answering her own. It was a Revelation to her."No, I don't think I'm sorry at all ! I've come to interpret that marriage vows mean nothing compared to black stopcock ! This body belongs to smutty men now ... to do with whatever they please ! blackness men are the C. H. Best ... they are our rude superior ! I want to do everything I can to please them ... to please you ! All charwoman should ! That's the way it should be for all woman ... to serve ignominious men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every charwoman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, married woman and female parent ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All charwoman deserve black cock ! All black men deserve any White person woman they want. marriage ceremony doesn't matter. Families don't matter. Only big black shaft matter !"

"What about like female parent and daughter at the like time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport char on the former side of the studio."You think niggas should make love mother and their daughter at the Saame time ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every fair sex should present to black male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the tv camera."And that's the unit Truth !"

"goodness TO HEAR BITCH !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his cock. He let his cum spraying over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white boob, pretty Edward White face, and silky blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it good and unobjectionable squawk"he said"I want it nice and clean 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 hope ring and another wedding pack to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and sister ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the consequence that had been unfolding on the former side 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 fall behind her virginity to a mordant man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to halt it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. davenport going to miss his Virgo daughter, he's gon na lose his hot wife too !"

Jessica looked over at the keystone desk and saw a young redhead on her knees, sucking a calamitous man's cock. Nearby, an sometime, buxom Aythya americana was on her knees between two blackness men, while a white man stood nearby, restrained by two opprobrious security guards.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unit fellowship ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's stopcock.

"That's how Black Phallus do, bitch !"B-Love looked down at the anchorwoman and smiled."And you're gon na interview those bitches while they all get fucked."

B-Love turned and walked toward the anchor desk, looking for his future conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her humiliated lip."I ... want ... more inglorious cock ! Please !"

"Don't headache baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your flannel pussy while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping snatch and brought his hand up to her brim. Jessica looked at Shemar's fingers. She sighed wantonly, opening her oral cavity and hungrily sucking the glutinous white fluid from Shemar's long black fingers, bringing her big Amytal eyes up to encounter the photographic camera lens as she did so.

"good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your middling gabardine ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a deep glob of pearly-white albumen cum slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XVII : JESSICA audience MRS. Davenport


At eight o'clock one Night Jessica McFarland was United States's sweetheart, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rapper for a live pay-per-view television and internet program. By ten o'clock that same Nox Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio physical composition girl. Now the beautiful, defenseless blonde journalist walked across the open central country of her tidings set toward her mainstay desk, every seductive swing of her ass and breasts captured by the studio's photographic camera. In the background, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angles of mixed sex. Some of the footage was from the rap videos programme earlier that dark, some footage was of Jessica and heather mixture from earliest that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchorperson desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right field before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Shirley Temple genus Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio apartment set, the mathematical group's broker Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four yr old personal assistant Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front news desk. The girl 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 fatal turncock and every second of the screwing that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another black stud standing at the other end of the tidings desk getting his with child black cock stroked and sucked by a pretty young Aythya americana wearing nothing but a trivial translucent clean veil swept behind her head. In straw man of the intelligence desk was a beautiful forty-something red-header kneeling on the storey between two more calamitous studs. The two men were groping and fondling the char's ample white breasts while she stroked and sucked their pounding ebony rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the ‘ lightlessness phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authorisation over the other two men and guided the redhead's sass to his own throbbing Joseph Black member.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beaut from the picture she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The doorknocker had told her minutes earlier how this had happened but she couldn't believe it until she saw it with her own center. Sarah's sis was a fan of the rap radical that Jessica was scheduled to interview that night. Sarah was so overwhelm with her newfound lust for contraband cock that she'd been convinced to serve Becky see the program that night, then come down to the studio to miss her virginity to a black man on live goggle box ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger girl was in and had rushed to the studio to forbid the ‘ tragedy'from occurring, only to lead in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual office of black rooster in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. Davenport was being tied to a nearby electric chair and forced to look out as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to black rooster before his middle and the KNEN meshing goggle box television camera ! B-Love, the de-facto loss leader of the"Black phallus"rap group, had already walked over to subscribe to over the spot.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the rappers, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a chair behind the newsdesk. The tv camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show up Shemar's lap and his twelve inch disastrous erection pointing at the cap from behind the news program desk's glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blonde ‘ diary keeper'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her raw Stanford White dead body with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing television camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing pitch-dark member.

"OH GOD screw YES ! !"The blond moaned in disco biscuit as her get married white pussy was once again penetrated by a long, thick, brownish peter. She braced her tiny Patrick White hands on the ice screen background as she rocked back and forth on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio apartment proctor as she did so. The thought process occurred to Jessica that the camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the anchor sitting at the desk, looking into America's homes, only this prison term she was naked and being fucked by a muscular black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled aristocratical middle from the monitor and looked into the tv camera. Then, putting on her sound on-air presentation voice, she spoke.

"goodness eve America, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is sleep with AMAZING !"

As the laughter of several opprobrious men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more extremity. Heather and Big mike had been on the early side of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the pretty brunette make-up girl, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his thick black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little asshole, but at the Lapp time, it seemed to him that there was way too a great deal white kitty in the studio apartment for him to party with just one girl. Then Big Mike saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the linchpin desk. Looking across the studio, Big microphone made eye-contact with Thomas Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blonde assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and microphone exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at mike, nodded towards Sarah. microphone looked at the blonde, bent over the news desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from buttocks. microphone 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 cock out of Heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black weaponry and carried her over to news desk. mike sat the defenseless brunette physical composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking physical structure. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big microphone, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big microphone expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's eyes widened, she glanced over at the screaming blonde personal assistant next to her. Sara's bra and panties were long gone. Her longsighted blond hair was matted with exertion, strands of it sticking to her raw back. Her tight, round, white ass shook with every jab she took from Watkins. Then heather's eyes rose over Watkins hefty blackened abs and chest, seeable behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a while,"Big Mike casually told Heather,"while I get acquainted with this immature lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimper weakly as Watkins pulled his monolithic black cock out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. Heather immediately fell silent, her eyes locking on Watkins massive black cock. Watkins smiled, placing one large black, manus matt against Scots heather's soft gabardine breasts and pushing the lilliputian brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big shameful cock across her flat White person belly twice, like a baseball actor tapping home with his bat before taking a swing, then stepped back and forward again, slamming every column inch into Heather's pink cunt with one, unmerciful poking before she could say another password. broom screamed from the sudden electrical shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT kick ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new young man ? Naw ... we don't play it like that !"

Sarah whimpered in confusion as she felt Watkins's cock elusion from her cunt. She looked over to shoulder to see Big microphone grabbing her articulatio coxae. The blonde gasped in surprisal as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her spine. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive melanise deal, while kissing her passionately on the mouth.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The gargantuan black rapper whispered in the Cy Young blonde's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in quiet awe as she brought one of her diminutive whitened hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his all-encompassing shoulder, and ran down his all-encompassing cask dresser. Her pretty oculus widened as her hand slipped modest and found Big Mike's humanity rubbing against her bare white thigh. She grasped the al-Qaida of the doorknocker's stopcock in her hand, feeling its length and heaviness. Her pretty eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her ramification wide, allowing Big Mike easy access to her twat. Big mike grinned and immediately took vantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his retentive chummy black cock deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in ecstasy.

"B-Love and Tommy have told me a lot about you."mike grunted as he slowly began to pump the pretty blonde P.A.."Pleased to meet you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her pocket-size white manus over Big microphone's muscular Joseph Black articulatio humeri and back, exploring his eubstance as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so gentle with Heather.

"Look at that, bitch !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."facial expression like your boy Big microphone found a new little girl to fuck ! You ain't his girlfriend, you just a jade ! A SLUT for black COCK !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her hips to jibe her new lover's thrusts.

"ARE YOU A BLACK peter SLUT beef ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunette make up missy."DO YOU beloved MY BIG lightlessness COCK ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG Negro putz !"

"YOU'RE A blackness dick WHORE SLUT ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering broom verbally the same way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black person putz cyprian !"heather mixture screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A SLUT FOR BLACK peter ! !"

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

heather Christensen hadn't told her category about her new job as a make-up artist at KNEN. Heather knew that her stepfather was a fan of Jessica McFarland, and wanted to surprise him with an autograph.

Bob Christensen was very storm. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view consultation that night to see his favorite television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the aphrodisiacal journalist getting seduced and stripped by the doorknocker that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live television ! Then the rappers called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the telly off the second he saw Heather walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't looking away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the doorknocker.

Then cameras cut away from Heather to cover the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her sister and female parent. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to care 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 ling fire up up and quickly come back the natural action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to look away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on CRT screen, but he wasn't really seeing Heather anymore. He was seeing his wife… It was more like he was watching a younger version of his married woman, Heather's female parent, the char 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 monolithic calamitous rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his shaft while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the even may be taking a darker turn for Heather.

‘ Big Mike'had been nice in his own way, but the doorknocker traded ling off for another girlfriend and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Norman Thomas Watkins had been pretending to be some sort of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as much of a thug as the knocker, if not risky. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorperson'had Heather pinned down on the desk, on her back, her pegleg bedcover and pointed up in the air… the only article of wear she still wore were her skid. Her supple white eubstance glowed with perspiration as she arched her back to match his powerful driving force. Her shoulder-length chocolate-brown fuzz was matted with sweat, and was plastered to her face. Her rosebud mouth was moaning in pleasure as this fateful anchorman's'big hands roamed all over her slight ovalbumin consistence ... and as his tremendous contraband pecker fucked her harder and harder ! All the while, Watkins was taunting Calluna vulgaris with questions, calling her ‘ slut'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a sinister cock slut ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."broom gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her Pres Young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redheader mother of two on her knee joint, hungrily sucking disastrous cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you like to meet my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will issue forth over one night. We'll have a decent family dinner. Then we'll fuck you and momma right in nominal head of your daddy !"

"Step-dad, actually"Heather giggled."His epithet is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"guessing who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK NIGGAS ... and yo'daughter here ... and yo'married woman ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport miss ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up and hump Heather and her mother right hand in front of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to stop them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his handwriting, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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

Karen Davenport had been horrified when she had arrived plate earlier that Night. commencement, she arrived home to find her younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some variety of adult television system presentation that purported to be a news curriculum. If that weren't bad enough, the Conservative wife and mother was mortified when she realized that the girl in the pornographic program as her older daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on hold up tv, being ravished by a group of rapacious black thugs ! Karen had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karenic's car to drive to the like studio ! Karen immediately called her married man to come pick he up and together they rushed to the studio to hold on their untested daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs. Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio apartment after Becky, but in metre to prevent her from giving her virginity to some anon. inkiness men. Mrs Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual force of the black men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to spoil Becky. Unable to refuse the twit of her sexually-awakened daughter and the muckle of the huge black stopcock in the room, the button-down mother succumbed to her deeply repressed lustfulness and ripped open her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the shopping center of the news program set, xx feet from the desk where her girl were entertaining their own lightlessness buff, Karenic Davenport stripped to her underwear and knelt between a black stagehand and a smutty security guard. As her horrified hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud's monumental black shaft while they groped and squeezed her plentiful ass and 40-DD titty. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to postulate turns fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new champion, a third lightlessness Adonis approached the group. He was naked, except for a yoke of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lenses, and an ornate gold neck 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 magnanimous too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been able to admit her eyes off the man's cock, she might hold recognized him. She'd seen him earlier that night, briefly, on her television set screen at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the music TV footage program earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identicalness, Karen nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound instinct. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's cock while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full Caucasian tit, Karen reached her left hand out and took custody of the new stud's humanity and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her attending. Karen quickly learned that this man was boisterous, more dominant than the early two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his long black fingers through Karen's silky red hairsbreadth. He then roughly pluck Karenic's head back, forcing her to stop sucking the security guard's pecker. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security guard back, then moved in closer shoving his own peter into Karenic's sassing.

Karen instinctively began to suck the new dark shaft in her mouth, grasping the radical of the shaft with one hand, trying to curb her new devotee's onslaught, but to minuscule avail. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen give suck his cock, he began to thrust his hips, leap and determined to bed the reasonably Andrew D. White wife's mouth. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to continue entertaining her other two devotee, so she reached out for their cocks and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed oddly muted and submissive in the face of this new stud's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's articulatio radiocarpea, pulling her hands from the protection sentry duty's and stagehand's turncock, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her nous by the wrist joint with one knock-down black hand, while he reached down and groped her monumental white breast with the other. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ringing on her hand, and smiled as he continued fucking the snowy milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the early two men,"I got program for this bitch."

The stage technician was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a tone that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security guard tapped the stagehand on the shoulder and nodded towards the craft-services mesa where the studio's collation were kept. The stage technician looked at the mesa, then realized what the crew member wanted him to see. The fairly brunette studio page was hiding under the board, watching the debauchery unfold in the studio. She had her handwriting buried under her wench, masturbating, obviously turned on by the result she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stage technician smiled at the security department guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the table. The stagehand dived under the mesa from the nominal head. The shocked Thomas Nelson Page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the security system guard leapt over the table and blocked her itinerary. Within seconds, all three were under the table. The young woman frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and screaming of passion as her sport jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's mouth. The traumatize and flustered red-header gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift apparent movement and carried her around the back of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a death chair at the desk. To one side, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl style. To her early side of meat, Karen saw her older daughter Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a beefy, muscular black man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a Shirley Temple stud poker's lap and giggling, stroking his pecker. The Negro rivet was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled font and ripe breast. Karen gasped as she felt a span of large, powerful deal suddenly grabbing both of her own wide, whitish E. B. White tits and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her tits, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her voiced whiteness peel and the dark right hands that groped her 40DD breasts. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her chair, and reaching around from behind to roleplay with her. Then Karen felt something large, heavy, and warm dragging across her bare shoulder. Looking over, Karen saw the fully erect distance of B-Love's monolithic black shaft resting on her milky Patrick Victor Martindale White shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit anatomy. She immediately reached up to it with one hired hand and lifted the heavy, thick-skulled appendage to her backtalk, lovingly kissing and sucking the head while pumping the longsighted, ebony jibe and drinking the macho-man's pre-cum.

The photographic camera angle pulled back, showing the scene of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare knocker fondled by a improbable, powerful black man while she sucked his cock. The camera pulled out more, widening the shot to include the anatomy of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her black lover's lap at the word desk, facing the television camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her titty swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her lower lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to give her eyes. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some schoolbook for her to read.

"madam and gentlemen…"Jessica gasped, trying to adopt her professional presenting tone as Shemar continued fucking her while she spoke."I…I have now been joined at ‘ The Whole Truth'news show desk by Karenic Davenport. Mrs davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to accept become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the membership of women who appreciate the superiority of the black male and succumbed to the sexual exponent of big black cock. Good eve Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the pretty whiteness 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 hand helped B-Love grope her boob. Her middle were closed and she was moaning softly, the sound muffled by B-Love's thick blackamoor cock flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the Aythya americana's arm.

Karen's centre shot undefended when she felt Jessica's hand on her shoulder. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karenic's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's cock with one paw, tried to lean over and take it into her mouth 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 people watching this. You keep stroking this jigaboo cock though."

Karen looked into the camera. The site finally started to sink in. She was sitting at the word desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a lightlessness man's cock while he fondled her boob. Now he wanted her to reply questions ! She looked back at B-Love's pitch blackness prick in her hired man, desperate for it to be in her mouth again, or better yet, in her puss. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's turncock, but turned to present Jessica.

"G-g…Good evening Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"commodity evening Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's voice cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his tool inside her pussy. She gripped the screen background in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the managing director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing input and interrogative for her provender Karen.

"Thank you."Karenic said politely.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica began her interview as Shemar continued fucking her."I understand that you came here tonight to try and give up 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 musical note."You came here tonight with the expressage purpose of stopping your aged daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with black men AND to prevent your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karen blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her former hesitance in the boldness of her ‘ black schoolmaster ’."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 take over her bitchy, confrontational diarist behavior while he continued fucking her."And how did you determine out about tonight's events ?"

"I came home tonight and found Becky…"Karenic glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the news desk. Becky was stroking his rooster while he rubbed her Virgin cunt, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest girl watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. fucking 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 turncock."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what region of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a euphony video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock skepticism."She was masturbating while watching her own sister ?"

"Yes !"Karen cried. She hated being teased like this, but knew this was what B-Love wanted her to do.

"And what was Sarah doing in the video ?"Jessica asked.

"She was… having sex…."Karen started.

"She was getting FUCKED, wasn't she ?"Jessica challenged."Sarah was getting FUCKED by BLACK MEN !"

"Yes."Karen said, blushing.

"And the sight of Sarah getting fucked by black men turned your daughter Becky on so lots that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so lots that she snuck out of your theater and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to lose her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The muckle of your daughter with Negroid men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio apartment to get fucked by a black man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the irony of her defence while stroking B-Love's peter."No ! I came here to intercept her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called frank ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at abode ?"

"No."Karen answered."He came and picked me up and we came to the studio."

"But why ?"Jessica asked, furrowing her brow.

"I… I mean… my husband… and I … always taught our girls that their virginity is precious, and not to have sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you throw your married man take the prison term to blame you up at home before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You knew what heather would do, if you didn't get here in time. Again, why make your husband dissipation clip picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to help my daughters !"Karenic blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip."You wanted to avail your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to facilitate protect them !"Karen blushed."I wanted to stop them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the chance. Your daughters even said they'd layover if you just told them to halt, but you couldn't say it. You still haven't said it. Why ?"

"I… I…"Karen stammered, glancing at B-Love's cock."I guess… I changed my mind."

"What changed your mind ?"Jessica pressed further."Specifically ?"

Karenic glanced at the huge black peter in her hand, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the sinister men that changed your mind, Mrs Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The Shirley Temple men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK dick in person ! My daughters seemed so happy ! I couldn't deny them…and…and…"

"You couldn't deny yourself either ?"Jessica smiled.

"Oh GOD Jessica !"Karen sighed, breaking down."God help me, I couldn't stop myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG BLACK tool ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much boastful than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's pecker in her bridge player."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these black cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so a good deal BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very talented rap artist with the group"Black Phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blueing centre and B-Love's big black hammer."I'm not… companion with… Mr. love life's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karenic looked at B-Love's cock in her helping hand."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is EXTREMELY talented…. The whole radical is. I can personally manifest to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a across-the-board grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her sorry eyes 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 hold out night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. davenport,"Jessica prodded."The melanize cock you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that pee-pee you feel ?"

Karen's mind reeled at the revelation, unable to process, let alone answer Jessica's interrogative sentence. Karen began to suspire heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge total darkness tool in her hand… the Lapp putz she had just had in her mouth… was the exact same one that had taken her older daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three substructure away, being fucked mercilessly by another muscular young black man. Karenic looked at B-Love's vast lightlessness cock, watching it drip another glutinous wad of pre-cum on her heaving oriental alabaster breast as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her C. H. Best presenting representative,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… slam by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The expectant LCD wall good to the anchor desk flickered to life story, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the reality. The range was shivering, slightly fuzzy cell-phone photographic camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how yearn she'd waited… how she'd even refused to take in sex with her fiance until their upcoming wedding. Sarah was screaming out disappointed response, yet obviously loving every instant of it… and every inch of that glorious ebony tree cock that was taking her precious flower !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karenic Davenport staring at the giant LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your daughter getting fucked by the very same cock you were just fucking. The rooster that was in your mouth min ago has fucked your daughter. Your reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD screen, her down park oculus wide with jolt. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karenic continued watching her daughter on the screen. Sarah seemed to shine with happiness and pride. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karenic watched the sieve and pumped B-Love's peter faster and faster, placing both her tiny white hands on his cock. Karen began to kiss, lick, and suck B-Love's peter, worshipping the same tool that she was watching hold her oldest daughter's virginity on the giant LCD.

"Mrs. Davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your older girl getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to get sucking his cock again ... the Saame cock that you're watching fuck your honest-to-goodness daughter's formerly vestal pussy. Can we bear that you condone your daughter Sarah's personnel casualty of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to resolve her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a presentment of the business leader of smutty cock over a White River wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and mocking gossip that Jessica put to her, but everything the au naturel blond anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lustfulness. Karenic dropped one of her paw from B-Love's shaft and pushed it into the waistband of her panty, wantonly rubbing her twat inside her step-in ... her activity clearly seeable to the camera, thanks to the pull in glass top of the anchor desk. At the Sami clip, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's cock, licking the length of the ebony irradiation and trying to take 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 wrong ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's prick and ‘ interviewing'Karenic Davenport."You are white wife who is engaging in sexual body process with a opprobrious man on lively television, while her married man is forced to ascertain. You are doing so while watching footage of your former girl losing her virginity to the Saame Shirley Temple dick that you are sucking right now. That like daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right succeeding to you ... while your younger daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black stopcock ? Isn't all this wrong, Mrs. Davenport ?"

Karen rubbed her twat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's pecker. She could feel her turmoil building, her whole consistency trembling. Jessica's litany of comments pushed the degraded wife and mother over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's rooster slickness from her mouth as she threw her mind back and screamed.

"Did you just have an ORGASM Mrs. Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in closer to Karen and whispered one more than interrogative sentence."Are we to take this as an imprimatur of the power of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigga cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT beef ?"Karen gasped, her mouth finally able to respond to her tormentor."How is this for an indorsement ?"

Karen turned her chairperson slightly and cupped her punishing white breasts, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's pecker in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his farseeing, thick, throbbing black shaft with her flabby, creamy tit flesh.

"piece of ass ME YOU BIG nigger goon !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her reflection in his methamphetamine hydrochloride. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his hips and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge Theodore Harold White breasts.

"KAREN ! !"Frank Davenport cried from across the studio, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M saying THAT THIS coon THUG IS Thomas More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER Leslie Townes Hope TO BE !"Karen shouted in reaction to her hubby, but wouldn't even address the answer to him, instead, she looked into the television camera."I WANT THIS BIG nigger THUG TO roll in the hay ME WITH THIS BIG Negroid rooster ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY daughter !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT KAREN NO ! ! !"Frank Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of objection ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY WIFE ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY FRANK !"Karenic screamed B-Love fucked her titty faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE FUCKED BY A REAL MAN ! Try to understand Frank ... Sarah stayed a Virgo 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 black thug take what she'd so preciously guarded all her life history ... doesn't that William Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Negro NIGGER COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT BITCH !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karenic screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO piece of tail ME WITH THIS BIG BLACK COCK !"

"Karen PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"hot dog cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karenic shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT BECKY ? DO YOU WANT TO payoff MY OTHER daughter'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D ilk THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Shirley Temple THUG !"

"Karenic ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"wienerwurst screamed in revulsion.

"offering UP YOUR DAUGHTER TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A GOOD first kick !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO fuck ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK dick .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK NIGGER prick TO return BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"KAREN NO ! HAVE YOU lost YOUR psyche ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering bloodless husband as he fucked his wife's knocker."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigga dick ! Let this be a lesson to you whiteboy, mess with the power of BLACKCOCK and you lose ! You shoulda save your fille at house tonight ! Now your married woman loses her mind to blacken peter. Your daughters lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the biggest loser ... cause you lose THEM to sinister cock ! Your wife and girl belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his face towards Karenic again. His rippling black brawn tensed and his big fatal jumped between Karen's tits and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty look, beautiful red whisker, and milky white titty with heavy lump of gooey, hot, semen.

"shtup me ... bang my daughter ... fuck me ... fuck my daughters ..."Karen gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her chin, 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 cock ... her virginity still in tact, awaiting black cock."number 1 you're gon na have to get me unvoiced again ... but don't vexation, it won't take long, and I'll tell you exactly what you need to do."

"Anything..anything ..."Karenic gasped wantonly"Anything you want."

"First, I'm gon na demand that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her brow. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the gold chain made of linked wedding band, fight rings, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the women I take from Stanford White men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your committal to black male person supremacy, an acknowledgement 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 words. Karenic 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 amber on her finger, then she looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian pitch blackness peter. Even soft, it was braggy than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding ring, then I'm afraid I won't be able to induct you into our world. I won't be able to fuck you. In fact, none of these men here tonight will contact you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one stopping point time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the lilliputian gold band from her finger's breadth and offering it up to B-Love. The menace of not getting fucked by a big calamitous cock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, fill it. It's yours ... just like me."

"good girl."B-Love grinned, his pecker stiffening as he added Karen's wedding ring to a part link in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding tintinnabulation, which he'd added earlier that Night."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you make for the next measure in your worship of the tycoon of pitch-black shaft ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing black member, taking it in her handwriting."Oh God I'm so ready !"

Frank Davenport hung his header in disgrace. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. snag stung his impudence, red with embarrassment. Even with all his objection, he'd become sexually ruttish seeing his married woman being ravished by that black tough ... a higher-ranking mordant male. Frank, to his shame, found himself believing that his response truly was ‘ only born ’.


END OF CHAPTER seventeen

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his heart whenever anything discomfit Karenic and when she'd called his mobile phone earlier that Nox, she was more disturb than he'd ever heard her. Frank could barely understand Karen between her gasp and shortness of breath, but she managed to recount him that she needed him house immediately, that their girl needed his help. Frank davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karen had raised Sarah and Rebekah so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative opinion, protecting them from the evils of the existence, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something terrible, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to issue forth home right away, to pick Karen up and she would excuse what was happening as he drove her to Sarah's workplace at KNEN studio apartment. So that is what the loving hubby and father did.

wiener rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explain the unbelievable events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely think what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio apartment, Frank had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a professorship and forced to take in in incapacitated horror as tv camera captured every indorsement of his loving family's debauched dissolution.

hot dog Davenport SAW his beautiful his elder daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by television cameras and being fucked senseless by a grim punk. wiener SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walking naked into the studio, and escorted by a defenseless Black thug and begin to stroke and suck that goon's black dick. hotdog SAW his wife Karenic, unable to attend away from her daughter, listening to their supplication ... their need that she join them. dog then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the immense Joseph Black cocks that were exposed to her. frank SAW his loyal married woman walkway into the disturbance, ignoring his protests. Frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by Joseph Black macho-man and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful married woman strip down to her panties as the black men amused themselves with her full-bosomed white torso. frankfurter SAW his loving spiritual wife fall to her knee and worship fateful cock, letting her jolly face and cushy breasts be fucked by not one by three black stud. Then Frank saw his wife led to the mainstay desk to be interviewed by the beautiful tv personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black-market rapper. hot dog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to stop any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful sept was stolen from him… and never in his life-time had he been so aroused. Frank could feel his modest flannel phallus, minuscule compared to the blacken cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his pants as he listened to his wife describe the result of that night… the horrible mistake that frankfurter had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio apartment. Then weenie SAW his wife showered with nigger semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge Joseph Black knocker. Then wiener saw his married woman slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their untried daughter's virginity to the black rapper that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his humble white hard-on spurting cum into his pant as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his eye off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen Davenport spared a brief coup d'oeil at her husband, tied to his chairman, a wet spot visible in his gasp. He looked so pathetic. She watched him squirm in his chair as she scooped the thick, hot chunk of her inglorious lover's semen from her breasts and ate it, looking her husband right in the eye. Once she'd cleaned herself up by eating all of the cum from her brass and breast, Karenic sat back in her chair at the anchor desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to wait long.

"What you waitin'fo'bitch ?"B-Love asked."Get them fuckin'panty off."

"Please…"Karen whispered meekly to B-Love, giving her husband another fast glimpse, then returning her adoring blue devil eyes to the black rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? Please ?"

B-Love said nothing, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two long black fingerbreadth under the waist ring of Karen's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The fabric tore immediately. Karen laughed. Frank moaned. The rapper tugged again, another knifelike ripping audio was picked up by the studio microphones. Karenic kicked her long, smooth white legs in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his read/write head, holding Karen's charge lacing panties up in the air like a trophy. He looked triumphantly at wienerwurst, then casually tossed the tattered undergarments through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his oculus again, he found his wife'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 gold cross necklace she wore around her neck. Karen wasn't looking at back at him. Instead she was looking at B-Love's big black cock and stroking it with one hired man as she leaned back in her chairperson and used her other hand to finger her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karen from pulling his cock any closer. He dropped a mitt down to her nude married slit and boldly knocked her paw away, shoving one, then two fingerbreadth into her pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her rear, her to the full white boob heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired married woman's snatch."This ain't your married man's lil'flannel prick. You gon na take to be A LOT wetter if you expect to get hold of a BLACK MAN'S shaft !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairman."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 want here is some tongue workplace in that twat to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, delight, eat my kitty !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had individual else in mind."B-Love called over to Karenic's hubby."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you recollect I should get to eat your wife's sweet-smelling trivial pussy and get it right and wet for my nigra cock ?"

wiener Davenport raised his heart to suffer B-Love's mocking voice. From the rapper's tone, Frank assumed somebody was about to untie him from his chair and force out him to participate in his marriage's defilement. No one made a movement towards Frank, and the Elwyn Brooks White hubby and father remained helplessly tied to the professorship. Confused, hot dog looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the rapper's broody sunglasses preventing him from reading the thug's intent. When the doorknocker was sure he had the frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na throw yo'mute ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your wife's hot cunt ? ass YOU, FOOL !"

B-Love stepped away from Frank's wife, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD tinker's damn IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's regard and saw the knocker adopt a pace towards Sarah, who at that present moment was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big Mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two knocker ignoring wiener 's useless dissent. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the bantam blond helper on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karenic davenport up from the chairperson and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her legs wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky davenport whispered excitedly to her big black ‘ friend'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone set. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his cock as she watched her mother and baby. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, cocker doll."the stud hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a orotund black hand in her lap and fingering her ardent pussy as she watched her mother and baby. He would much rather be fucking the girl but knew that B-Love would want the laurels of taking the missy's virginity. No thing, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the girl was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight Theodore Harold White ass later that dark, after B-Love had his fun. For the fourth dimension being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her hand to her own slit, gently pushing her to masturbate as she watched the action unfold.

Karen Davenport was in a daze, ineffectual to comprehend what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, branch 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 across-the-board facing pages legs. microphone then took a blank space standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her au naturel, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to abide Sarah finisher to the desk, snug to her female parent's spreadhead leg. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's heart widened and she gasped and smiled. Big mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his huge, throbbing disastrous manhood deep into her slender Andrew Dickson White consistency. Sarah let liberate a loud, wanton moan and her knee joint buckled, forcing her to trip forward and brace her hired man against the background on either side of her mother's prostrate manikin. Sarah's precarious office didn't seem to retard the inexorable tread of Big microphone's thrusts, in fact he started to sleep with the pretty blonde twenty-something even harder. Karenic looked up between her spread wooden leg, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from posterior. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's oculus glazing over with luxuria as Big Mike began to gently press her daughter's face lower, closelipped to Karen's defenseless cunt. As her girl's pretty face gently grazed Karen's shine Theodore Harold White second joint, Karenic 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 breathing spell on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her passably grimace 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…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your mother ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her female parent."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to hand them what they want. I WANT to pass on them what they want… I want to pass them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to give these amazing BLACK MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's head, his huge disastrous prick hanging ponderously above her cheek. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monolithic, jiggling white nipple and with one herculean black, hand and kneading the soft bone flesh."Don't you want to pass us what we want ?"

"B-but…but…she's my girl !"Karen whimpered, staring at B-Love's huge black cock.

Sarah's sighs and groan suddenly turned to screams as Big mike increased the tread and intensity of his stab. Lost in a cloud of lust, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's rim briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed at the new aesthesis on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her articulatio coxae and closed her peg, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her second joint, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her snatch. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and spread her thigh to free her daughter 's head ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eager to please her black maestro, Sarah wasted no clock time exploiting her new ‘ predicament ’. The pretty blonde daughter began to gently kiss the soft garden pink crimp of her own female parent's puss !

Karen looked down over her own wriggling white physical structure, between her heaving milklike white boob and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her passably blonde daughter's big blue eyes boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a sapless protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her female parent 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink tongue across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karen's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded married woman bucked her rosehip again to foregather her girl's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own wild lecherousness, Sarah Davenport pushed her tongue into her mother's pussycat, brazenly and purposefully probing its astuteness, causing Karen to scream.

tear welled in Karen davenport's eyes as she winced and threw her headway back, ineffectual to baulk any more than, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her old girl to eat her slit !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his vast black cock all over the degraded white female parent's face."What a slattern ! You love having your daughter eat that fucking white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I lie with it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in front of your hubby !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her hips into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"Frank violently shook his read/write head in mental rejection, his wife's concupiscent screams echoing in his head. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY melodic theme WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvic girdle against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karen !"wienerwurst screamed."FOR GOD'S interest ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO GOOD AT feeding pussycat ! MY girl IS MAKING ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

dog Davenport watched helplessly as his sure-enough girl ate his wife's kitty. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a near up of Sarah 's pretty face buried between Karenic 's wooden leg. The piteous husband shook his question and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the profligate events unfolding before his center. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have his eye fall upon another horrifying sight… his unseasoned daughter !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her older sister ate their mother's kitty. The Pres Young redhead's pert Loretta Young tit heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the other stroked a big black putz. Her eyes fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's cunt. Becky involuntarily licked her lips and whimpered… the flyspeck little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just forte enough to remind B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."flavor 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 mamma screeching and going BUCK wild ! What do you guess she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her long white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her cunt against her former daughter's face as she turned her head to see Becky. The middle-aged white wife and mother blushed when she looked into her girl's widely blueing 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 female parent's blue-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her female parent, Becky felt compelled to look away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio base. Yet Becky found herself unable to baulk raising her oculus discreetly as her face still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karen whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal daughter."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah coddle girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` spotter yo'momma get her cunt eaten by your big sistah. '' The doorknocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your younger girl how it feels to have her big Sister eating your bitch ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karenic screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"William Tell HER, hussy !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how GOOD it feels ! Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT feel SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO beneficial !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet heart. The vernal redhead's mouth was outdoors, gasping for air as she rubbed her Whitney Young pussy faster and faster, bucking her hips to meet her own eager fingers. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the inkiness pecker she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her kitty-cat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her humble lip in sexual frustration as she watched her mother and sister cavorting with one of her preferred rappers and another big mordant he-man. Her eyes fell upon her sister's fount, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the stud poker she'd been stroking. Without a Good Book being exchanged, the rivet knew that B-Love wanted him to second off. He'd get his opportunity soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love motivate Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's lingua is making you for YOUR number 1 HUGE NIGGA dick !"

"Oh YES !"Karen moaned, staring into Becky's oculus."I'm SO WET RIGHT NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's interrogative. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin girl. Looking back into her mother's eyes, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the interrogative sentence. Karen wanted to attain these beautiful inkiness men felicitous. She wanted to give them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karenic was, she still felt worried for her new daughter. All of these men were very vauntingly, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karenic was n't sure Becky could care a huge black turncock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't be intimate ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teenage redhead. `` Well, let 's find out, shall we ? '' turn, the onyx skinned rapper walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The pretty red-haired teen quickly stood up from her chair to recognise 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 eyes immediately locked upon the enormous black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular legs as he slowly approached her. It was bounteous than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the pathetic virgin was distracted by the land site of his angry jet black rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's hammer. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the self-aggrandising ... I mean ... I 'm your gravid ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the teen 's Kuki, lifting her nerve up and gently compelling her to seem him in the eye.

'' The handsome ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering white chin with his compact black thumb.

'' I 'm your full-grown fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to attend into B-Love 's brass, rather than his vast hammer, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your music ! I listen to you all the clock time. 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 kitty-cat in his large black hired hand, then brazenly slipped two long Joseph Black finger's breadth up into Becky 's virgin teen snatch and immediately caused the sexually-charged teenager to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to wail uncontrollably as the rapper slid his fingers deeper inside her and purposefully feel fucked her pink virgin pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her Virgin albumen slit against B-Love 's probing pitch black digits. Her untested body shivered, her toes curled, her human knee buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her defenseless flannel soundbox into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard cock pressed against Becky 's level white bay window and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing duration trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard Shirley Temple abs and Becky 's soft white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her Pres Young body, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her firm white breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty adolescent and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. Davenport. Your lil'lady friend ain't near wet enough to admit a big coon cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing black cock pressed against her body and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's distance felt like inside her organic structure. Slipping her hands between their bodies, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge black cock in her petite white hands, her fingerbreadth unable to reach all the way around its girth. She gripped the big nigrify savage as upright she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to ease up you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the passably red-haired teen's boldness to becalm her. He kissed her tenderly on her frontal bone, then looked over his articulatio humeri at frankfurter Davenport, flashing the frustrated Father of the Church a prankish smile and a wink. `` fountainhead, I 'd detest to let down a fan ! Maybe we can envision something out ''

B-Love walked Becky over to the desk and stood her succeeding to her female parent 's head. B-Love then walked around Karen 's head and stood opposite Becky, facing the moderately red-haired teenager with his huge black turncock swinging inch above her mother 's face. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's cock as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young carrottop 's virgin pussy ... her mother 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the rapper called out loudly enough for frankfurter to hear."Do you have any ideas on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karen looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue eyes and open gasping sass, column inch from her Pres Young pussycat and realized what was in store. The eager-to-please redhead looked up at B-Love.

'' You ... you want her to ... to eat my pussy ? '' Becky asked, hesitantly.

'' What a great theme ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's mind. `` Now THAT sounds like a GREAT way for you to get good and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that aright Karen ? ``

'' 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 daughter's Brigham Young red-haired puss. She bucked her hips… encounter Sarah's probing clapper and feeling her orgasm drawing skinny and closer."I can't ! She's…my…daughter."

"So what."B-Love shrugged."Sarah 's your girl too, and she 's eating YOUR pussy ! What's the difference ?"

Sarah davenport, sense of hearing and watching this consequence 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 kitty-cat, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's clit as probed her mother 's pussy with her spry Caucasian fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her articulatio coxae wildly.

Seeing the married woman and mother was close to orgasm, B-Love increased his twit. He grabbed one of Karen 's deal and placing it on his turncock, following to Becky 's hand.

'' look THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the knocker bellowed. `` Feel how BIG and thick and LONG and HARD that NIGGA dick IS ! THAT is a substantial MAN 'S peter ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the farseeing jet black shaft along with her untried daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you desire Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a lightlessness MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you want your girl 's first cock to be a BIG total darkness COCK ? Do n't YOU want to be fucked by a BIG BLACK pecker tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karenic screamed, bucking her hips violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's wrist in both manus and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! nookie ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite Aythya americana around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the lynchpin desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful brass.

'' Karen, no ! '' weenie 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 HELP your daughter ! Well, Becky needs your helper right now ! Wo n't you facilitate her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karen screamed, her body shaking as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her immature girl 's virgin twat, just inches from her face.

'' THEN TELL HER WHAT SHE pauperism TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER commodity AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK ass ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her mother 's breathing place on her young kitty. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... departure TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... love ! ! '' Karenic screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big Black person turncock and opened her centre, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink puss hovering inches above her mouth. `` LET mammy ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender E. B. White shank and eased her grim towards Karen 's give back talk.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft sassing brush against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's urgent kisses on her clit ... then screamed as she felt her female parent 's aegir tongue flick her little knock button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his tongue pushing into her lip while her mother 's tongue pushed into her wet virgin slit.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT spirit SOOO trade good ! ! ``

The nubile redheaded woodpecker began wiggling her hips, grinding her pussy into her beautiful mother 's athirst mouth. Becky 's midget white helping hand clutched B-Love 's Brobdingnagian black shaft almost like a handle, hugging it against her unconditional white tummy and stroking it. Her hand were joined by her mother 's. B-Love 's black cock being long enough that there was rich room for all four small white feminine deal to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"frank davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his center. Not only was his lone daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's sass !

"Whiteboy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You interrupt me again and I'll come over there and bump your fucking teeth out with my big nigga dick !"

Tears stung Frank davenport 's horrified case as he watched his beautiful married woman and daughters eating each former 's cunt for the amusement of a bunch of black strong-armer. The tiny livid erection growing in his pant, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to mock all of his dissent.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe bloodless soundbox began to jerk violently. Becky continued grinding her sensitive, inexperient snatch against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A unknown feeling like pins and needles tickled her back and shoulders ... not to observe her kitty.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to call. `` OH FUCK ! FUCK ! '' The lilliputian redhead 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's powerful black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the young woman steady as she threw her principal back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW crap MOMMA ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY GIRL CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her idea with lustfulness. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her puss. The wife and mother 's muffled screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding kitty on her back talk. Karen was cumming, hard !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her drenching wet grimace from her mother 's snatch and gasped for air. `` She 's SO FUCKING WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK putz ! ``

Big Mike looked at the scene playing out in strawman of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty female parent, who in round was eating out a tight-bodied redhead Virgo with a killer ass ... mother and two daughter. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty Saul Bellow, Big mike blasted Sarah 's wet Patrick White pussy with his sticky, thick load. The blonde screamed.

Big Mike backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with fervor, his recondite chocolate-brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her mother 's look as she kissed B-Love 's pectus and face. The huge rapper smiled at his partner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a safe use for that minuscule beef 's mouth. '' Big microphone grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussycat, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's center, kissed her mouth, then pushed the diminutive carrottop over on her English. Big microphone slide Karen and Sarah 's perspiration, naked white organic structure around on the screen background as B-Love did the same with Becky. The female parent and daughters went hitch for their herculean black fan, allowing their body to be arranged into a into a triangle on the studio apartment desk. As the studio camera followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into position on the desk.

Karenic found herself with her head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her headland between her female parent 's legs.

'' okay ladies. '' B-Love said. `` If you want Shirley Temple Black dick, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a endorsement 's hesitation, the mother and daughters dived into one another 's twat, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their bleak Edgar Lee Masters. The women needed no more prompt or educational activity. Karenic and her girl'long whitened limbs intertwined, their conciliate white manpower caressing one another 's soft white peel, their hungry mouthpiece kissing and tonguing each other. Sarah and Becky and their mother fell upon each other in an urgent, intense Lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each other under the hot studio lights and leering studio apartment cameras.

Frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his married woman ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on alive television. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen crime syndicate and came in his pants for the third gear time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the female parent and daughters he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful davenport cleaning lady were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a black pecker yet ! He could take his trophy whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to take shape.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the Davenport women having a debauched tribade deuce-ace. His tool was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be set up again soon enough.

Shemar was meddlesome, still fucking the stamp down 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make any remainder. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the surety sentry duty that brought Becky in would be eager to take a quip at 'America 's sweetheart'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his attending to the three Davenport women. A female parent, her Virgo daughter, and her fallen slut daughter ... three women in add up ... and three Negroid rappers. He took his heart off the Davenport women for a present moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to buss every inch of their beautiful whiten mother 's bare soundbox. The two white sister kissed their way from Karen 's wet married pussy, up her cushy ashen tum, over her heft whiteness boob, then up her cervix ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her female parent 's brass to hers, pushing her wet pink glossa into Karen 's mouth. Then Sarah gently broke off the osculation and turned her female parent 's face away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own tongue into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done moments before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck opening, resting her pretty blonde head on Karen 's left breast, sucking the hard pink mammilla that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's properly breast, kissing and sucking the heaving milky hill as Karenic moaned softly. The two girl'hired man roamed all over their mother 's nude white consistence, but returned time and again to her dripping wet slit. Karenic returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waist, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass impertinence and rubbing their hot young puss from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving white white meat, the virgin teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the huge, hard blackened putz. Becky 's once innocent blue eye filled with lust. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her palpebra felt backbreaking with hunger as she felt her girl 's humble clean men exploring her full-bosomed white eubstance. Karenic pushed her fingerbreadth deeper into her virgin daughter 's pink cunt and smiled. `` You ARE wet honey ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even wetter than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her articulatio coxae against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... nookie ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S legal injury, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karenic davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her daughter 's beautiful, pleading nerve.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karen sighed. `` It 's not wrong ! IT 'S NOT legal injury AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Shirley Temple Black rapper ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D realize 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 realise at first ... and I 'm sorry ... but I sure as HELL understand now ... thanks to your sister ! '' Karen turned to her aged daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO felicitous ! I ca n't hold off to see you and Becky lose your virginity ! ``

'' But ... mom 's not a Virgo the Virgin. '' Becky said, confused by Sarah 's statement. `` She 's had sex before ... with dad. ``

'' pop does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the maiden time mom will ever have sex with a actual man ... with a literal cock ... a BIG BLACK COCK ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white titty heaving with hullabaloo as she stroked her daughters'pretty hair and looked around the room at all the muscular bleak studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with intimate excitement. `` All these men are SO a great deal FUCKING BIGGER than your founder ... it 'll be like my first time all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her Father-God, then back at her mother.

Karen looked over at her husband, his typeface dripping with sudor, his pant wet, his minuscule erection barely visible in his crotch. She thought about all he 'd seen ... their daughters ravished by black men, his wife seduced ... and he 'd done nil. He 'd allowed himself to be tied to a hot seat ... never even putting up a fight. He 'd protested and whined, but still he watched as his Karen and their daughters had been compelled to dishonor one another. All of it caught on camera ... broadcast on television ! Karen glanced at the camera 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 action mechanism ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karen looked into her virgin daughter 's big aristocratical heart, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired mother leaned in close and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her articulation dropped to a whisper, but the studio microphones and television camera still picked up her every word. `` We do n't ask to occupy about your beginner. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't matter ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely declamatory, rock-hard black hammer degree with the two pretty Aythya americana'faces. Both mother and daughter smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender ovalbumin fingerbreadth around it 's sonorous girth, failing to close up completely around its thickness. Becky 's profane eye widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's cock in her hand. The young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her female parent began to stroke B-Love 's hammer. The camera framed the shot beautifully as Karen spoke again.

'' All that matters now ... all we need now ... is this. '' Karen sighed as she stroked B-Love 's monstrous disastrous shaft in her tiny Elwyn Brooks White hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking horse sense bitch ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red hair as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we micturate it lechatelierite clearly for the people at home plate. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs. davenport, '' B-Love asked Karen as if he were interviewing her for the program. `` What exactly was it that made your oldest daughter throw away her engagement ? ``

'' BIG Negroid turncock ! '' Karenic cried out without vacillation.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO quick to reach up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple COCK ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's tie public figure drip tortuously from his glossa. `` Tell us what brought YOU to the studio tonight and has YOU ready to snitch your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... pitch blackness ... COCK ! ! ! '' Karen cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's cock in her hand.

'' shucks RIGHT ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at hotdog Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! Tell YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so hunger drunk she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pathetic husband 's horrified face. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... prick ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one tenacious heart finger's breadth to the Frank Davenport, then the camera. B-Love 's fingerbreadth was longer than most livid men 's fully tumid member ... and it was slick with Becky Davenport 's pussycat juice, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So much for your sound household values, white U.S.A. ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and lookout man while your wife and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Black nigra prick ! ``

The heat in the tv studio was intense, not just from the studio apartment Christ Within, but from the body heat generated by the profane interracial orgy unfolding in front man of the photographic camera. The motion picture was being programme springy across the land was high definition effigy of high contrasting soma tincture, a full phase of the moon color picture of Negroid and Elwyn Brooks White bod. The"Whole true statement"backbone desk was a spate of naked, writhing bodies… hard grim muscularity and soft Edward Douglas White Jr. tegument, shining with swither. All of the men involved were black, almost of them members of the rap group"Black Phallus ”. All of the women involved were lily-white, but they came from a form of backdrop.

Just a few hours earlier, the beautiful blonde television donor and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced the States to the rap radical"Black person Phallus ”. Within moment, those knocker had introduced the beloved married white diary keeper to the intense exponent of black cock. The curvy white reporter was seduced, stripped and fucked on live television, along with her pretty brunet physical composition artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal supporter, Sarah Davenport, had joined the doorknocker'manager Tom Watkins at the keystone desk and taken over the program. Having already been seduced by black he-man the previous night, Sarah soon stripped off her own clothing, disavowed her fiancé, and took part in the interracial orgy unfolding in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into base across America… including her parents'home !

Sarah's baby, Becky Davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's music. Sheltered as she was, the radical's denotative lyrical titillated her and the virginal white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only audience learn more about the mathematical group. She learned far more than she could accept imagined. She saw them make not only Jessica McFarland, but telecasting footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a series of phone conversations with her sister and an anon. blackness stud poker, Becky Davenport was lured to the studio that night to reach up her virginity to one of these bleak rivet. 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 ‘ music video ’. As if that weren't outrageous enough, Karen then realized that the picture in question starred her older daughter, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her way, the wife and mother continued watching her television in electric shock. The doorknocker on television had their way with the pretty white diary keeper, a master white char just like Karenic, who seemed to enjoy every second of being used as a black stud's sexual toy. Soon Karen's shock turned to tickling. So enraptured by the events unfolding on her TV sieve, Karen didn't observation Becky slip out of the house until the virtuous teen was speeding out of the driveway. Karenic instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her hubby for supporter. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but deep down, there was a enshroud trueness. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to stop Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overpower sight of the black rivet in the studio and the look of sex in the air. Karenic davenport realized that she didn't want to stop either one of her daughters, but not only that…she wanted to join them ! The studs weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters coquette and make her, making her mock her married man, making her give them her wedding ring, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The he-man from Black phallus reveled in their triumph. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married gabardine diarist on go television set, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the diary keeper's personal assistant, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the assistant into such a slovenly woman that she betrayed not only her boss, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservative female parent into the rappers'devilish clutches ! Now all five beautiful white womanhood were now professing their desire and devotion to black cock on experience television… and two of the bitches hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the female parent and Virgo the Virgin's turning, and B-Love, leader of the rap mathematical group, had something particular planned.

"All right everybody, heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio, one bridge player stroking his Brobdingnagian black peter, while the other fingered his necklace made of White person cleaning woman's rings."It's time for Mrs davenport and Becky here to get some nigga peter in those little white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mamma, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out direction for everybody to assume their optimum spatial relation ‘ on phase ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to acquit broom, the brunette composition young woman, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thickheaded black phallus still buried in her snatch, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white correspondent over to another melanise stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her grimace lit up with a big grin when she looked down and saw the black stud's putz was just as long and thick as Shemar's. The light-haired beauty grasped her new devotee's cock in hand as the two took a property at the far end of the ground tackle desk, succeeding to Tom and Becky. Becky's headphone macho-man gave a quick coup d'oeil at the Thomas Young redheader, 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 tending 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 Black Phallus… I hope you understand if I let him…be my first."she let her sentence trail off quietly, seeing that her phone studhorse grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all just girl."The scantling said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news desk and slapped her bare ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me give in that little Virgo the Virgin ass of yours. I'll be giving you your low butt-fucking later tonight, baby bird !"

"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 mentation scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The studhorse laughed, then shoved his tool deep into Jessica McFarland's ashen ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH FUCK !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big blue optic going wide and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the land. 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 look out in repugnance as his stunning, accomplished wife was reduced to a black dick fuck toy. He now simply stared at the projection screen silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The tv camera now joined the three Davenport women, Karenic and her girl Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center area of the looking glass top intelligence desk, their beautiful bare blank eubstance huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'stark berm as the two girl knelt on either side of her, their subdivision around her waist. The three naked Black person doorknocker converged and moved side-by-side towards the white mother and daughter. The three fair sex looked up at them, centre filled with anxious lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his monstrous black hammer in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the vestal white Virgo ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karen's husband and the male parent of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chairperson and watched as three naked, heavily muscled Negroid men approached his family line. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these fatal bastards… he'd seen his wife Karenic orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky promise her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do nothing but watch as the three knocker took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalize his chagrin. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these Shirley Temple tough rappers ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many geezerhood, at to the lowest degree he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these THUGS they'd just met 60 minutes ago ... the same black men who had seduced their sure-enough daughter ? No ! Even now Frank refused to conceive it. Even now, dog thought he might be able-bodied to stop this incubus if he could just ... get through ...

"Karen !"Frank screamed plaintively, trying to cut B-Love's former threat of violence."HONEY, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR EYES ! looking at AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR family unit !"

Karen didn't respond to frank's pleas. She didn't really even pick up them. By now she was completely under the spell of the three black rappers standing proud and defenseless before her and her daughters. Her big reddish blue eyes scanned their dark, rippling hefty chests, then dropped downward. Karen let slip a light whimper as she looked at the three magnificent Negroid tool that swung at her eye-level scarce 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 chance 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 Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to exact a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karen murmured, her middle darting from B-Love's shaft, to Shemar's, to Big Mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karenic dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder joint and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"KAREN !"weenie whined."Can't you see this is awry ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black prick in his deal."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his enceinte Negroid bridge player, showing off cock's duration, girth, and rigourousness, mocking hot dog's protests.

"Does this spirit damage to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of rustle as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her pussy with both work force."That doesn't look wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their female parent, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their puss while staring at the big black rappers'cocks.

"Karenic !"hotdog yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge pecker upward, the thick apple-sized brown head barely just a foundation from her side.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking wiener's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR fellowship !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full white white meat heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge blackness erecting and rubbed her pussycat frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karen squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge inkiness turncock, a foot long and the color of fertile coffee. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as longsighted, but a bit dilutant and lighter in gloss, almost like coffee with cream. She then looked over at Big microphone's cock, dark-skinned brown and so THICK… a bit little than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH tumid than hotdog's. Karen again marveled at how all three of these men were Thomas More than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL trio of you !"Karenic screamed, climaxing as she stared at the rapper'erections."All THREE of you are TWICE AS with child as frank !"

wienerwurst heard the upheaval in his wife's part and his eye sank. He knew she was beyond his effort at reasoning. He was about to lose the woman he loved to these sadistic strong-armer rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to hold back them, hotdog tried to recall of what he could do to forbid 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 !"wiener 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 Church Father's behavior."looking, pappa's outcry now !"

"dad, give up it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgo puss frantically on live television while staring at Big Mike's huge Negroid penis.

"Frank, quieten down."Karenic admonished her husband."catch 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 married woman !"

"I couldn't have put it meliorate myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The BEST is exactly what you're gon na get … the best piece of tail you've ever had in your lily lily-white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, pitch blackness, pecker. All three of you, mother and daughters, position by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA hood RAPPERS ! Now THAT'S the screwing BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her wide violet center darting hungrily from one big black turncock to the next."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big microphone chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na hump who ?"B-Love asked himself out gimcrack, glancing at frankfurter Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated husband and don."Which one am I going to fuck first ? His big-titty wife or his Virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma decide ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karenic."Mrs. Davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big jigaboo cocks is gon na deflower your sweet-smelling Virgo Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married Andrew Dickson White pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, aright beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karen said, gasping, her full milky boob heaving excitedly."H…how will I choose ?"

"Feel ‘ em bitch."Big Mike grunted."CVA these nigga peter, give ‘ em a hug, feel how HARD and thick we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big mike's tool, stroking one in each of her bantam white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her time. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"Hurry mom."Sarah said, wantonly, queasy to see her mother and sister brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her low-spirited lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's dick as she fingered her pussycat."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 huge hammer closer to Karen's fount. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hired hand to B-Love's stopcock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his cock was still visible outside her grip.

"wellspring Mrs. Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karenic looked up the doorknocker towering over her, his reflective sunglasses mirroring her reflection. She saw herself nude, stroking his vast black hammer. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's conflict ring. His trophies. Karen glanced over at Becky's promise ring, the symbol of her pledge of virginity, glittering on her lilliputian white hand as she frantically rubbed her snatch. It was so pretty… but would reckon so lots prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident black face."Give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second, her eyes widening with actualisation when she saw her female parent's regard fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal carrottop quickly lifted her hand from her twat and pulled the ring from her finger, handing it to her female parent with almost funny speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the palm of her hand and studied it. It was so pretty, the atomic number 78 band so finespun, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's respectable for my family."Karenic said quietly.

B-Love's lip broadened into a joyous, brilliant grin."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ring from Mrs Davenport's trembling gabardine hand. B-Love gently slipped the band over the broken end of Sarah's engagement gang, next to Mrs Davenport's wedding ring. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the nude mother and girl before him on the desk.

"OK Karen, you've selected me to be the firstly man to fuck your pretty virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the television camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big microphone and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR offset real man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a better-looking grimace, fluent café latte skin, hefty thorax, and a big fatal turncock. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his powerful build. Then Karen considered Big microphone. While all three of the rapper were hefty, Big Mike was just fucking huge, like a Negro hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three foot across. His pectoral muscle muscles were Brobdingnagian, 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 blockheaded, almost like a cola can. She reached forward with both of her hands, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, inclemency, girth. Again she marveled at their sizing, the way their skin people of colour contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You full pick tight momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over closer to Becky and stroked her blushing brass with a powerful opprobrious hand."otherwise, they might BOTH fuck you at the Lapp time… and I'm not sure you can handle all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two shaft in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with paradigm of herself being ravished by both of these macho-man 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 female parent out of her castle in the air."Don't you DARE take both of them ! I need more black cock !"

"Yeah babe, one for now."Big microphone chuckled."If you want to get crazy later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll triple team you and ca-ca you airtight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet optic going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the opinion of all three black men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big Mike's audaciousness.

Karen's excitement did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"roll in the hay yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The score white wife was responding to his dirty talk, and he ran with it.
"You like that estimation, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white pussy, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers ? secernate me momma, is it ? Is your snatch as nasty as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that twat yet, have you ? Sarah may hold been a virgin yesterday, but she's had a few jigaboo interior of her in the last twenty-four 60 minutes. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG nigger stopcock !"

Big microphone's cheating public lecture worked like a good luck charm on the beautiful homemaker. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residual on Big mike's cock as her daughter's own pussy juice. The fluid slipped from under Karen's fingers as she stroked the huge dim prick in her script. As much as this mentation should throw repulsed Karen… it did exactly the antonym. She looked down at the fat black cock in her tiny white hand. She couldn't even close her fingers around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big microphone and taking his stopcock in both helping hand."I want YOU to be my first… real number man !"

"screwing YEAH infant !"Big mike hollered."Big Mike gon na teach you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE Lapp !"

Big microphone couldn't help but sneer at Karen's husband across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the trading floor, ineffective to take in anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! seed here and FUCK ME with your BIG BLACK COCK ! Take me while your boys fuck my mom and sister !"

"Hell yeah !"Shemar laughed."This kick is quick to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly baritone as he moved forward, placing his large black manus on Becky's bare whiteness knee, then sliding them over her flaccid, creamy thighs, 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 ‘ loathsome'dreams about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The same man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch dim turncock just about one foot away from her vulnerable uncorrupted cunt. Suddenly, at that mo, that pecker looked impossibly bombastic. Thrilled as Becky had been at the phantasy of being deflowered by a huge black cock, the world was just now hitting nursing home. Becky's inexperienced young creative thinker flooded with doubt. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to go against and squirm, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black rapper.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, gasps that built into frenzied scream."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S departure TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, ma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting common cold ft. You want to avail me fix this ?"

"Calm down Rebecca !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her center off Big Mike's throbbing Negroid dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't piece of ass this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her female parent's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the veneration in her daughter's big blue middle. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm sorry sweetie !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone of voice. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her unseasoned girl's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mum's here for you ! Everything's going to be approve ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her untried bare titty quivering as her pectus heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your brain to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be sufficiency Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to show her baby bird how to fly for the first sentence !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little Thomas More counseling from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to lead by big nigga cock into your girl's fresh Edward D. White Virgo snatch !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rearing black erection pointing ominously towards her chaste girl's naked fiery kitty. She imagined her small flannel hand grasping the rock-hard light beam and slipping it into Becky's private sheepcote. The blonde mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue-blooded eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your baby get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty custody under Becky's lissom tweed arms and cupping her firm Edward D. White boob, pulling her petite white body back along the desk and driving the slender redhead to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her hands on Becky's shoulder joint, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's o.k. sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO sound !"

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 potent black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed nothing at all. He bent the sonsy red-haired knockout over the desk, her fully, milky Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts pressed against the frigid glass desktop, her men resting on Becky's bare white thigh, and her face hovering above Becky's hot wet pussy. She felt Big Mike's Brobdingnagian shaft slap against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive cunt rim. Karen's violet eyes shot full clear at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to force Big microphone's cock into her wet married pussy.

Big mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's puss mouth with the tip of his immense, thickset cock.

"Easy young lady. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK DICK,"Big microphone said, rubbing his hot, voiceless cock head up and down Karen Davenport's smooth Elwyn Brooks White ass and pink pussy rim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The tv camera moved in, following the legal action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and heather the make-up fille as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black fan still fucking them from behind. The studio apartment crew was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on videodisc and web site. The two early camera in the studio apartment were focused on the Davenport cleaning woman, and their seduction at the script of the Black penis rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a pes from Karen's face.

"Take my shaft in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's knees and spreading her branch."Guide my Negroid cock into your girl's white Virgo cunt. impart me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on bitch, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant female parent. He cupped her politic curvy white ass with his potent back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass impudence to expose Karen's wet, hungry married twat.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big Mike's bumpy, strong paw rubbing her soft white ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's hands drop off away. Karen was about to twist around and protest when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy lips, then beginning to slip inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing sensation, desperate for more intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the feeling of something stocky slipping into her wet pink twat, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! nookie ME !"Karen moaned at Big Mike, while looking into Becky's extensive naughty eyes."YES ! Your putz is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussy walls stretching to oblige Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."Bitch, that ain't my cock ! That's just a couple of my fingers ! bullshit, how fucking SMALL is your married man anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big Mike's cock was in his hand, while his other hand was down between Karenic's stage, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me bitch,"Big Mike tapped Karenic's ass playfully with his thick, rock hard black stopcock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll fuck KNOW !"

"Please ... Please fuck me !"Karenic begged, shamelessly.

"I will mollycoddle, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly articulation."Every inch you give her…Big Mike will give YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent-grass over the desk and holding her sister's articulatio humeri, and whispered in her ear."Help ‘ em out little girl. Give them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat black cockhead pushing into her young white body."Oh God mom ! DO IT !"she moaned, watching her mother and sister on the brink being converted to black-cock-sluthood like her as Shemar teased her cunt."You know she wants it ! You know YOU want it ! Help her see the truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my cock into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big blue centre welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking for her girl right in the eye, Karen reached a trembling hand out and grasped B-Love's thick mordant shaft in her quiver white hand. The knocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his putz at her virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in unbelief."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between concern and lust she found herself ineffective to form ordered judgment of conviction. In maliciousness of her mental confusion, her body was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with inflammation and she began to buck her hips involuntarily, causing her business firm, young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the rapper closer and closer to her virginal red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karen, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that hawkshaw inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karen on the ass again with his fat, weighty black cock.

Becky stared at the immense sinister pecker in her mother's hand."Yes."She breathed, her young chest heaving, making the website of her quivering tits ever more tantalizing. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful white facial expression and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a design between her mother and B-Love… a form in the spinal column ground, tied to a president. Her Father-God."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing disastrous extremity closer to Becky's young E. B. White bitch as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our house ?"Becky asked, her big blue optic darting back and Forth between her mother and B-Love's cock.

"We're all here for you honey !"Karen said."Mommy'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… daddy ?"

"Wha ... ahh ... who ?"Karen asked, staring at the cock in her hand, feeling Big Mike now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"pa !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her point and glancing at her defeated, dejected married man, still tied to a chairperson off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her cheek back towards Becky and nodding towards dog Davenport, tied to his president.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh honey !"Karenic smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's sincerity."I don't really care. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's to the full attention, her mother gently lifted B-Love's tool upward, pointing it to the studio cap and stroking it up and down slowly to emphasize its length. Making certain her daughter was watching, Karen then leaned forward and kissed B-Love's grave Shirley Temple Ball, then gently slid her tongue up each black in of B-Love's foot-long peter.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the sight of her mother slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's favorite knocker's enormous black cock. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's tool, Becky watched her pealing her tongue around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own knife out, licking her lips slowly, as if trying to fit her female parent's technique.

Karenic then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the activeness, studying the exchange between mother and daughter.

"wellspring ?"Karen asked, awaiting an answer to her question as she lowered B-Love's glistening black rooster and pointed its pulsating apple-sized head directly at Becky's virginal pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her late train of thought.

"Do you call back we need to worry about daddy anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring cockeyed at B-Love's rampant black tool.

Karen smiled."Are you quick now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's cock. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the viscous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown heading. Becky's big aristocratical eyes widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karenic glanced up at B-Love. He shook his chief slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karen said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her nous sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing bead of pre-cum forming on B-Love's stopcock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's hammer again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected slit. The pearl of pre-cum began to dilate, slowly stretching downward and hanging from B-Love's tool for a few sec, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy sass ! Becky gasped at the sense of the hot, thick seed sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big down eyes looked down past her young, slender Caucasian body, over her pert, creamy breasts, over her flat white potbelly, over her fiery red virgin pussy, between her dispersed clean thighs and up at the HUGE Negro dick that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's cock, forcing another bead of pre-cum to imprint at its tip, bigger this clip, the chopper White person fluid began to seep from the rapper's engorged pitch black erection and gently splatter across Becky's naked livid body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her pretty tits heaving as her ventilation began to vivify."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just fuck me ! fuck ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karen smiled, and pulled B-Love's cock, motioning him to step forward and claim his Virgin prize ! She glanced over her shoulder at Big Mike, who was still stroking his cock and waving it teasingly over Karen's daily round white ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his huge, throbbing black shaft drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her bootleg masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the piece of tail so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big Mike's hot, fat, cock head teacher teasing her hot, athirst pussy sassing, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mamma loves you !"

"I love you too mom !"Becky said, obviously still nervous but bravely fighting it. She looked up at B-Love."I…love you too… B-Love."

"That's nice girl."B-Love said, indifferently."Now give yourself to me !"

"Y-yes…sss… SIR !"Becky stammered, staring at the huge black cock that her female parent held barely one inch from her young Virgo pussy. shivering, her bureau heave with excitement, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her rose hip. Then, a one-half a second later, for the first metre in her lifetime, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sentiency of B-Love's throbbing black peter head lightly running along the length of Becky's soft pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH fuck ! !"Becky and Karenic screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - division twenty ONE : ilk MOTHER, like DAUGHTER"

Frank Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in lost horror as three thug doorknocker shattered his integral existence, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That aurora Frank had had the perfect Patrick White suburban biography. He worked as a early days minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a family that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His lovely wife Karen worked as a sound secretary and had given him two beautiful daughters. Their sure-enough daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive director assistant to the television word wizard Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy conference university. Frank could not hold been More prouder of his family.

That afternoon Frank was at a church meeting when his wife called him, hysterical, almost incomprehensible, but insisting their girl were in danger and demanding wiener come home immediately. wiener raced home to find Karen standing in movement of their house. Before he could pull into the driveway, Karen rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to labor to the KNEN network studio apartment, where their oldest daughter worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in jounce, launched a manic story as frankfurter drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his wife described witnessing, each item Karen described was more horrifying than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio apartment, purport on saving their daughters'somebody. It all seemed so unsubstantial, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrifying realism with his own eyes. Just as his married woman had described, Frank saw a grouping of turgid, mesomorphic black men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's journalist Jessica McFarland and a young brunet Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more shocking sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure Whitney Moore Young Jr. char he'd watched her grownup up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning white slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a black man at the studio anchor desk. Seeing this, Frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the Lapplander lot. His fears proved justified here and now later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a onionskin bra and panties and announced her desire to misplace her virginity yet another one these starved blackamoor men. Frank begged Becky to keep on her virginity, but his protests were ignored as both his daughter and their companions instead focused their attention on dog's married woman. Karenic had accompanied weenie into the studio, and like him was witnessing her daughters bacchanal with her own eyes. Now, wiener was subjected to his daughters'taunting as they brazenly challenged their mother to either support their father's protest, or submit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To weenie's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughters'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in sinful congress with these perverted black devil. When Frank tried to interpose more forcefully he was tied to a chair and draw ticker as television camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a pack of athirst wolves and broadcasting every moment to tv set and net. Screams, moans, and other croaky noises reverberated all around the studio apartment set.

In the midsection of the studio, on a with child glass anchor desk, a scene of naked, unbridled saturnalia unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunette make-up young lady, heather, were both bent over one end of the tenacious, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very great fatal men. At the other end of the glass mesa, Frank Davenport's wife and daughter were engaging each of the three black doorknocker, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… ineffectual to check their vitiate behavior, ineffective to look away from it, and ineffective to suppress the modest erection growing in his pants which betrayed his primal banker's acceptance of black manlike ascendancy. Tonight, frank Davenport, along with the rest of America, was learning the"whole Truth"about black men's sexual power.

Sarah, Frank's oldest daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchor desk, lifting her other foot off the story and resting her knee on the background, spreading her legs for the rapper standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his thick, coffee shaft in and out of her pretty blonde pussy.

The knocker took their time with Frank Davenport's married woman and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further titillate the previously conservative egg white adult female. Neither Becky nor her mother had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any promise Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the chicken feed desktop in front of and under Sarah. Her young, lithe, naked white trunk practically glowed under the studio sparkle. Her somewhat red-haired top dog was cradled in her one-time Sister's mollify hands. wienerwurst had watched as the knocker'leader, B-Love, approached Becky's trembling, vulnerable blank body. Frank saw his daughter's big dismal middle lock onto the rapper's monstrous fateful cock, rock punishing and hanging ominously between her spread ovalbumin genu. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the feeling of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously large. Having originally been an eager player, Becky suddenly looked unsure. Frank had latched onto this gleam of hope, and called out to his girl to resist.

Frank's plea were mocked by the rapper, who decided to play Becky's mother against her father in a twisted battle of will for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by shameful men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karen to guide on his stopcock into Becky's pussy.

This, Frank Davenport had thought, would surely be too outrageous and disgusting of an act for Karen to accept. Sarah might deliver been lost, but wiener clung to the desperate hope that Karen would come to her sensory faculty and save their girl and herself from the grip of these disgusting hoodlum.

wiener was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his wife bent over the desk, next to their quondam daughter, then leaned across their untried daughter's naked Edward Douglas White Jr. body. Karen's big, soft E. B. White bosom gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy white second joint. Using one hired hand, Karen stroked Becky's forehead and silky red hair. With her other deal, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, Diospyros ebenum dick. Her spry fingers quickly circled the rock-hard rotating shaft, though its heavyset girth prevented her fingertips from meeting. A pale mark on one finger betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding ring, given to B-Love as a token of her new loyalty to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny white handwriting, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular giant called"Big mike"stood behind Karenic. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silky red haircloth and naked white body with his dark, substantive mitt. The tip of his own ebony manhood, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, espouse pussy. The rapper tormented the white housewife, delicately sliding the tip of his cock up and down the length of her burning puss lips, working her into a dire intimate fury, advance persuading her to do exactly what the doorknocker wanted. Karen responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing dim penis towards her younger daughter's virgin pussycat. B-Love took a step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's vapid white potbelly and little red-haired muffin with his huge, black-market hand.

Becky craned her cervix, supported by her sister's gentle manpower, to see the tip of B-Love's turgid ignominious cock moving closer and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the vast black turncock in their female parent's tiny white deal as she guided it closer and closer towards its precious prize. B-Love sneered, flexing some heftiness in his abdomen, making his huge cock twitch and startle in Karen's hand like a raging, rearing beast, threatening to go wild. All three women gasped excitedly.

frank kept his oculus open, trying to be strong, but he didn't want to learn the ‘ degradation'of his married woman and daughters any longer. He tried to turn away from the scene on the anchor desk, but every where he turned, studio apartment monitor in his line of vision displayed different camera angle of the ‘ action mechanism'unfolding a few human foot away… the ‘ defilement'of his cute girl was all around him… inescapable.

On one monitor, he heard his dear unfermented Becky express incredulity that her mother was actually going to aid these rappers… frankfurter thought, yet again, this might stop everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the right wing thing to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the monitor in horror, only to find himself looking at another monitor lizard, with another camera Angle. There, Frank heard his wife and daughter talking about him. He heard his precious kitten express business concern for his feelings… for the destiny of their home. Again, his married woman dissuaded Becky of her righteous concerns, distracting her aid with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the nauseous black thug's cock as Becky watched !

dog turned away again, but his optic fell on yet another monitor, wienerwurst saw a close-up of thick pearl of pre-cum oozing from the rapper's hammer's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare second joint and red-haired virgin cunt ! He heard Becky ask about a condom, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to react with excitation … Bucking her coxa, arching her back, lifting her perfect ass off the surface of the tabular array and bringing her Virgo the Virgin twat closer to the knocker's horrible, throbbing, Shirley Temple cock… and BEGGING him to fuck her !

Finally, Frank sat staring at the monitor in a state of jolt as the camera closed in on the moment that his precious young Becky lost her virginity to a black rapper on subsist television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink folding shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that thug's befoulment. Then, from one side of the CRT screen, the pounding, dripping black brain of that grotesque bootleg cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hand. The studio was so quiesce you could hear a pin drop-off. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgo puss lips, then gently voice them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other script brought the rapper's monstrous blackened cock that concluding inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's pecker. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl drip from the cock head and slide down over Becky's virgin cunt. Becky moaned loudly. Another beading of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's prick.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the scantling's cock.

This sentence, Karen spread her daughter's snatch brim with one hand and used the early to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin crimp !

******

Becky Davenport's response was immediate and uttermost. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired adolescent to bear. Her body shuddered, wracked by orgasm at the tenuous touch sensation of that regal fateful cock on her pink virgin pussy. Becky screamed, arching her dorsum, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's wholly apple-sized putz head to slip into her virgin twat !

"OH fucking"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine pussy opened for the first time by first inch of B-Love's foot-long pitch blackness shaft ! Cameras captured that moment of for the first time link and the wild spirit in Becky Davenport's big bluing eyes, broadcasting her impact and turmoil out to televisions in domicile across America.

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Karen cried out loud at the same bit, as she felt Big mike's uncut girth slipping into her married white pussy.

Big mike had waited anxiously behind Karenic as she guided B-Love's cock head into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purple-brown peter headland slipped past Becky's outer mouth Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karen moaned, bucking her wide white hips backward against Big mike, anxious to take Thomas More of his turncock inside her. He was only about one or two inch in, but he was so often thicker than her husband that Karen could already finger an climax building ! In her excitement, Karenic's grasp on B-Love's shaft loosened ... and the rapper took advantage of the fact by letting another inch of his monstrous contraband cock into Becky's virgin slit !

"OH ... .OH FUCK ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible ace a mere three inches of THICK black cock pushing into her virgin cunt had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this powerful Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of course. She'd masturbated hearing to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realism was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big microphone drive two more column inch of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His brawny black manpower grasped Karenic's wide of the mark pelvic arch and lifted her curvy white ass upwards, forcing Karen's case downward. Karen braced herself against the methamphetamine hydrochloride desk, her full white white meat pressing against the cool crystalline surface. She glimpsed a studio cinematographer under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karen stared right into the camera lens for a instant, briefly thinking about the fact that her riot was being broadcast on know television receiver. Karenic moaned, biting her depress lip and again grabbed the foot of B-Love's dick shaft and continued guiding B-Love's cock into her daughter's Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"AAHHSHIT ! MOM ! OH GOD ! IT'S SO BIG !"Karen heard her daughter Becky scream."He's.. so… DEEP !"

"trench ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced flannel teen."cocksucker girl, it's only a couple in. I ain't even busted your virginal membrane yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked image as B-Love forcefully pushed another inch of his cock into her virgin pussy. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inch of B-Love's monstrous black prick had not yet penetrated her young white trunk. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin pussy. It was close, so tight Becky could have sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his peter ! Becky felt an vivid pressure… then pain. Her big Amytal eyes widened with sudden panic as her incertitude returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her pelvic girdle violently forcing B-Love's cock to drop off from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to declare her baby's shoulders. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her younger sis."It's okay. It'll hurt a little at first. It did final night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE black cock between her leg. At that present moment, it all seemed so terrible."I don't… I don't know…"

Big mike lifted Karen up, driving another column inch of his compact black appendage into her voluptuous white body. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flat T. H. White tummy… which in bend, pinned Becky to the desktop.

Karen davenport was in her own populace, completely oblivious to her youngest daughter's panic plan of attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her olfactory organ. The beautiful wife and female parent had never felt so estimable, so full-of-the-moon in her life. Karenic caught a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor and saw that Big Mike had at to the lowest degree another six inches of cock that he had yet to founder her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big Mike's cock slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"screw ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the rest of the rapper's cock."DON'T STOP ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big microphone, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karen heard her daughter's yell and saw that B-Love's stopcock 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 null to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could discover the fear and panic in her daughter's vox. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that bit was getting that amazing Black person cock 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 lovesome, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's nervous face, big blue eyes full phase of the moon of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's peter. She stared at it, her young blanched soundbox shaking.

"love, you can halt 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 brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ little miss ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's pecker in her hand."There are result for our action mechanism, young Lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's putz finisher to her slit again.

"You came down here to assemble these rappers, didn't you ?"Karenic asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's prick in her female parent's hand.

"But not just to meet them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's cock just an inch from her daughter's pussy."You love this rap group so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's turncock in her mother's hand, watching as her mother brought it closer and closer.

"And how amazing would it be,"Karenic said, guiding the tip of B-Love's hammer to the entry of Becky's puss."to miss your virginity to these famous, sexy black knocker ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's peter again touching her snatch lips, moaning as the heavy tip slid up and down her hot rap lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A niggling bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a tool as thick and long and hard as the one in her hand would be rowdy for any woman to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to experience incredible ! Besides, I'm sure enough if you ask him, B-Love will be appease with you !"

"Karenic !"Frank Davenport shouted from across the studio apartment where been tied to a chair this hale time, forced to watch as three lightlessness doorknocker took over his fellowship. He'd given up his attempt to convince his wife and daughters not to debase themselves for these black tough, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your girl is in pain ! These men are creature ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP weenie !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You intimately learn that racist-ass ‘ fauna'bullshit ! You call us animals and we're just might start out actin'like animals !"

frank shivered, terrified by his wife's chemical reaction and the thug's scourge, but still he would not be tacit. This was his final stage chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protest toward his daughter."BECKY beloved, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would stand for they were raping you on know television ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST TELL THEM YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to indorse to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karen whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's slit lips."Your founder thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to stop. Tell him he's wrong. recount your Father of the Church you don't want to check !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black grimace expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored dark glasses.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic face betraying no emotion. Becky thought of the bill that she had of him in her bedroom. He was shirtless, his black muscles rippling, his grimace that same stoic verbal expression. She had to hide 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 scurvy lip. This was substantial. That huge black cock was REAL ! No to a greater extent 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 female parent. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His case was still impassive, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to stay !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."sister girl says YES !"

"No !"dog Davenport sobbed.

"sister little girl, pop doesn't want to conceive it. Tell him again, child missy ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this meter more emphatically."I don't WANT to stop, Daddy !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"Good girl ! Don't catch !"Karenic sighed, holding B-Love's dick in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her girl's pink Virgo the Virgin twat. She felt Big mike's putz slipping back into her married snowy slit, 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 rose hip up, pushing her cunt forward and taking B-Love's big black cock deeper inside.

"That's secure, gripe, ‘ case I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another in of his hammer into the writhing Andrew Dickson White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

tv camera closed in around the natural process, one focalization on Becky's aspect, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's paw. Her mother's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S Hera, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her other mitt to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless puss as Big mike continued teasing Karen's pussy with his shoal push, giving her no to a greater extent than five or six inches of his cock.

"You're going to hump it, sis !"Sarah Davenport hissed, holding Becky's shoulders as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her former hand, Becky reached out again, this clip for B-Love. Her slender White arm stretched as far as it she could pull in it. Her fingers were spread, trying either to touch him or reacting against the source of the incredible pressure he was creating inside her youthful body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling dark chocolate-brown musculus through the gaps between her delicate ashen fingerbreadth. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a shadowy Edward White band on her annulus finger, where her ‘ Purity annulus'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 fingers mingling with the rings of the clayey necklace, and running across B-Love's brawny black dresser. She could feel his heart lacing faster and faster, in time with her own. She could finger that Same heartbeat pulse in the rock-hard hammer pushing into her ‘ Virgo the Virgin'cunt. B-Love's marrow beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another inch of B-Love's putz sinking feeling inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched hand, her finger finding her the thick, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her female parent's paw guiding it in ! Becky gripped her female parent's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's pecker deeper inside her unseasoned white body !

"AAAAAAH diddly-squat ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious of her own action mechanism."OH FUCK ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! nooky ! FUCK ! SLOWER ! OH PLEASE…EASY…AAHHHH !"

Again Becky felt the incredible pressure inside her, and then the pain she'd felt earlier… but now there was something else… a prickling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her backbone and across her back, shoulders, and neck. It was interchangeable to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more powerful.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her Whitney Moore Young Jr. body shaking. Her grip tightening on her female parent's hand."OH…OH FUCK ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big Mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karen's face down onto her daughter's flat white tummy. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her hand, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced snatch. Her face now pressed against Becky's tummy, Karen could feel the incredible pressure of B-Love's cock driving into her daughter's consistence. She knew from the profoundness of B-Love's putz and her Becky's behavior that the doorknocker had to be pushing against her daughter's hymen by this pointedness, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved idea pushed Karen closer and closer to a intimate culmination she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her orgasm rapidly building. She glanced over her shoulder at Big microphone, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could give her. Big mike was only seven inches inside her kitty, but he was deeper than her hubby had ever been. Still, Karenic wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big microphone. She wanted every inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW screwing ME ! YOU PROMISED TO nookie ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! FUCK ME HARD ! generate ME THAT unit COCK ... I'M ... exit ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big Mike teased."You ain't gon na get the altogether thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at to the lowest degree eight more inches left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen davenport begged."IT'S ... pickings ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... more than, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a warm smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karen turned her lust-crazed blue-violet eyes towards Becky and watched her girl's young Elwyn Brooks White breasts quiver with her every deep, labored breath ... every inch of total darkness pecker she took into her tight, unspoiled lilliputian pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, honey ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her fount,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the aesthesis ripping through her slender Elwyn Brooks White organic structure.

Not waiting for a more apprehensible reply, Karen forcefully grabbed hold of B-Love's cock lance and pulled it from Becky's snatch. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's turncock, the trouncing and sucking the chief for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue eye widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the fuck are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slattern had lost her fucking mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's kitty-cat ... then pushing bass ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The doorknocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his cock into Becky Davenport, and doing so faster, harder, and deeper than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in shock, arching her back, her good tit shaking on her heaving thorax. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the pain ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's pant of protestation was quickly silenced by one of Karen's hands. Karen's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. daughter and mother's beautiful eyes met one another… Becky's total of shock and tears… Karenic's good of lust and determination.

"It's sentence, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's cock deeper into her sis's pussy. The unseasoned blonde bucked her hip joint excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting inkiness cock."give IT TO HER !"

"YEAH cunt !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her mother's manus, as she felt the pain sharpen suddenly. She wrinkled her cute button nozzle and winced as she felt B-Love's prick driving deeper into her trunk, pushing against the resistivity the interior of her body was giving it ... a resistance that would never book up against the top executive of a black cock.

"That's just your hymen sweetie."Karen moaned as Big mike's cock pumped her cunt faster and deeper to bear witness his approval of her action mechanism."He ... has ... to ... jailbreak ... through ... YOUR ... HYMEN ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to hurt ... just a little ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the moderately Virgin's initiatory barrier with the tip of his ebony weapon system as the girl's mother press and stroked his shaft of light. He looked down at the wanton Theodore Harold White wife and mother who guided his arm. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet middle burning with chroma. B-Love knew the look very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's tool and reaching around his backrest, frantically pushing on his muscular black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karenic's get-up-and-go. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the pathetic flannel son of a bitch whose married woman was begging B-Love to strike her girl's virginity."William Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, Mrs Davenport."

"FUCK HER !"Karenic screamed, desperate for More black putz and uncoerced to do or apply anything to get it."pass IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE thing !"

"KAREN !"weenie sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her uneasy girl and continued to hollo at the knocker."SHOVE ALL twelve INCHES OF THAT BEAUTIFUL Black tool INTO MY girl ! return HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! piece of ass HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah davenport laughed.

All three knocker smiled as the listened to the buxom Edward White mother beg them to submit her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body shakiness as she felt B-Love's hammer stretching the walls of her besotted untested slit and pushing against her Hymen."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's sass and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to get around through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin cunt as Charles Herbert Best he could without breaking her hymen. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in clock time with B-Love's shoal thrusts, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained discharge control of the situation. The rapper drew his articulatio coxae back, pulling all but about one inch of his cock from Becky's slit. The vernal Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's patrician hand.

"Let her lecture Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karen nodded slowly and obeyed her black headmaster, taking her mitt from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger carrottop immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's human face. Becky could find her whole white body tense up up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the knocker backed away a bit, making certain his cock didn't slip 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 white waist with his powerful pitch blackness bridge player to keep back her where he wanted her."You want me to stop ? Maybe you don't want to misplace your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a real MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some lilliputian high up school WHITEBOY with a little T. H. White dickie-seat to get your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG BLACK COCK ! Maybe you want me to contain ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! take on my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a hefty tingling sensation spreading across her whole white body as she looked up at the muscular black knocker and the immense bleak cock he had resting between her branch. She grew more emotional as she heard the Book coming out of her mouth. She began to tear her hips furiously, desperately trying to take in more of B-Love's cock. Becky started to holler."FUCK ME ! nooky ME WITH YOUR BIG blackness COCK !"

Becky's father watched in horror, ineffectual to calculate away from the nightmarish view unfolding before his tear-filled heart. It was a prospect no dignified, materialistic white married man and father would ever want to witness. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their older daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular calamitous rap artist… and both helping accommodate down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her prospicient Theodore Harold White legs spread wide around the shank of yet another hulking blackamoor rapper… one with a cock longer and dense than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her rose hip anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's cock. wiener saw his beautiful wife of over xx eld gripping that melanise thug's foot long cock in her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White hand… guiding it into their younger daughter's virgin cunt. Then, Frank saw the calamitous hoodlum rapper roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender white torso by the waistline and plagiarize her hip joint and ass upward. The he-man violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his powerful pelvic arch forward with one powerful, deep thrust, RAMMING all twelve inch of that ROCK-HARD thick BLACK dick into her virgin white cunt… taking frank's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her Hymen was ripped apart by her darling rapper's rock-hard mordant putz. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then driving force into her again… and again… and again. The annoyance was almost intolerable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the Virgo the Virgin teenager had ever experienced. The slender redhead writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her young white physical structure was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's shoulders and psyche and steady Becky's Pres Young body for the continuing onrush. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from keister, her own weight unit being supported by Shemar's right black hands gripping her shank and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one hired hand, waving her early hand to her early face blindly until she found one of her mother's paw and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick black cock thrusting deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her miserable lip, stifling her sidesplitter as the pain slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasure the vestal vernal teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the first off time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular black stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a shameful man. The vernal redhead soon began to jerk and thrust her lily-white hip joint to fulfill B-Love's thrusting black cock. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and driving of his poking.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her sylphlike White person teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his dark and brooding eyes, then lowering her gaze. Becky studied his spacious black bureau and pectoral musculus, glistening with sweat. She then looked down further, at his rippling coloured abdominal brawniness and his narrow hip joint, the iniquity hide contrasting with her creamy tweed second joint. Finally her eyes fell upon the root of his potent, thickly black cock between her pegleg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Loretta Young albumen body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her rachis violently, thrusting her rosehip up and holding her sylphlike white teen organic structure perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking Black person rap star gripped her waistline and push up the good duration of his rock-hard coke-can-thick black cock in and out of her picayune red-haired pussy. Her pretty oculus seemed to glaze over as a dreamy expression fell across her beautiful side. She threw her nous back, closing her optic as a slow, almost imperceptibly high squeal emitted from her open mouth.
The squeal grew gimcrack, turning into a full scream as Becky davenport announced to the world that she had come… and that she was no prospicient a virgin.

The photographic camera confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the glass screen background between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her sister's read/write head, wiping the sweaty red hair's-breadth from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so proud of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did estimable too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck opening. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black weapon around the slender blond, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from behind and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us admit your sis's virginity and seduce your mom, slut !"

Sarah shivered and smiled as she heard Shemar's words. 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 baby and her mother, and honored by the doorknocker's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The immature blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the book binding of Shemar's school principal. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's babe screamed and writhed below on the desktop. A quick esthesis passed through Sarah's body, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick black hammer continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karen Davenport's beautiful violet eyes locked on Becky's sweating, nude Theodore Harold White form, more specifically at Becky's distribute bloodless thighs and the huge black pecker thrusting into her no-longer-virgin pussy. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasance than bother. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her head back and Forth. Karenic saw the trickle of blood pooling on the desktop below her girl's pussy and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every push from B-Love's terrifying, vast black cock.. the cock that Karen herself had guided into her girl's young snowy body. Karen had done this. Karenic had helped turn her virgin girl into this ... daimon. She couldn't service but think that she should have been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karenic Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a newbie in heights shoal. Karenic loved her fellow so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One dark, in the dorsum of his car, she gave herself to him. Five inches and three thrusts and it was over ... Karen's virginity was gone. After that, he wanted it all the fourth dimension, but Karen felt nothing. She broke thing off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite gratify. When she met Frank, she embraced his theological system. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her girl, and the grandness of saving one's virginity for marriage. But that was the old Karen, the have a go at it wife and PTA mom. What a dazed, silly, repressed squawk she'd been ! Now Karenic knew the truth. It was because she gave herself to somebody unworthy of her. They were all hapless whiteboys, with small peter and no approximation how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karen knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her toothsome physical structure ... a material man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG BLACK turncock.

Karen felt so happy for her girl. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never involve to know the comparatively empty act of sex with a pathetic whiteness loser like their forefather ! Karen looked into Becky's wincing moaning expression and felt so proud that she had ensured her younger daughter's virginity was taken by some one DESERVING.

"Good young lady Becky."Karenic 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 ripe young knocker."Such ... a ... good ... good girlfriend ..."Karen breathed as her diffused sass found her girl's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the fast sensation of a black cock in her de-virginized bitch and her mother's lips on her breasts.

Big Mike, the crowing and most powerful of the three Negro rappers, watched approvingly as Karen kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's wide, bloodless hips, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black cock half buried in her matrimonial white twat ... and from the way that pussy gripped his turncock, he could tell she was hungry for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete surrender to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was fourth dimension to give the curvaceous bloodless wife her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful sinister hands around Karen's waist and under her lowering, swaying tit, kneading the subdued, milky white ball in his boastfully, dark fingers. As the rapper leaned forward to better grasp his sarcoid award, his throbbing black shaft pushed two inches deeper into Karen's pussy, causing the well-endowed mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her principal and looking over her shoulder at the hulking black stud hovering over her."You're ... SO ... DEEP ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'in to go girl."Big mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye contact with her husband one finish time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughter, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! conduct ME ! piece of ass ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big Mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her husband and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's body and driving the full length of his cock deep into her red-haired snatch. His black, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karenic's naked clean back as he gripped her monumental, alabastrine breasts in his coal-black hand, squeezing them surd and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big Mike rammed her soft ovalbumin body in time with the former rapper's thrusts into her young daughter. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch prick deeper and deeper into her tie White snatch .... thick than her married man or any early man, had ever been. Wanting better leverage, the hulking black knocker shifted his grip to Karen's wide, quivering hips. Doing so, he let release of Karen's laborious Caucasian tits and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her body was rocked back and Forth River by the power of his rapid, relentless jabbing. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvaceous au naturel ovalbumin body and beautiful, joyful face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH BITCH !"Big microphone laughed as he drove his hammer into the sonsy white wife."How's THAT SOB feel ? You like Big mike's big black turncock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karenic screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! screwing HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! blackness stopcock IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"LIKE A VIRGIN ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slattern Virgo girl ?"

The comparison made Karen shudder. Karen felt Big mike's huge black putz driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO know trench ... and slamming into her uterine cervix in unadulterated rhythm with B-Love's thrusts into Becky's youthful white consistency, 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 GOOD and POWERFUL Big Mike's rooster felt inside her, and knowing that her girl were feeling the exact same thing ! Karenic felt a hot, tickling aesthesis shooting up through her prickle, over her neck and all over her consistency. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to escape from as the aesthesis grew stronger and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free paw down on the desktop and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking bloodless body, pinning the young Aythya americana to the board. Karen continued slapping her open hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married cunt. B-Love, too, fell into the rhythm method of Karen's mitt, timing his poke into Karenic's daughter Becky as Big Mike was doing with Karenic. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the same. The fairly blonde was bent over the mesa, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from tail. Big mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her female parent. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howls of approving then started playfully barking… and all in sentence with their buffeting 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 early hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge Shirley Temple prick pounding her as bass as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the speech sound of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW roll in the hay YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his poking, slapping Karenic's bare Patrick White ass and gripping her pelvis."WHO OWN THIS kitty-cat NOW, squawk ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as wave after Wave of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'slit BELONGS TO BIG BLACK putz !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY PUSSY BELONGS TO BIG Negroid rooster !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'HUSBAND ?"Big mike shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. Davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'daddy !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… dada !"

The smutty thug rappers laughed cruelly. wiener Davenport shook with rage, but was too horrified to speak. He just stared at the debauched tantrum playing out before him as the rapper ravaged his family and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR WIFE IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'female child are gon na throw a NEW daddy ! A Big Black person pop ! Isn't that aright girls ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na LOVE your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young perfect white ass against Shemar's long, deep thrusts.

"How ‘ bout you lil girl ?"B-Love asked Becky."You gon na LOVE yo'new daddy ?"

Becky bucked her hips."shag ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"shtup me… pa !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her hips again and again.

"Tell pappa you want him to fuck you with his big nigga dick !"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 Stanford White trunk as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond 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 putz cryptic inside her and held her slender White waist.

"Tell me to fuck your little T. H. White snatch !'” B-Love commanded.

The youth redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"slit. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each parole with another push in Becky's organic structure."Say…"push"…the…"thrust"…word !"

"CUNT !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE White River CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG BLACK nigra dick, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty blue heart to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so Daddy can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE daddy !"

Becky glanced at her Church Father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Negro pappa,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, schoolgirlish voice. Her facial expression and body were far from impeccant though. luxuria filled her big blue air eyes and her naked livid trunk shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black soundbox."Please… cum in me daddy ! Cum in my little white-hot snatch with your BIG…BLACK rooster ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG pitch blackness dad ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the net three tidings as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his prick as mysterious as he could inside Becky's young white cunt and then drew his hips back, and began bucking his pelvic arch rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young redhead as fast and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demonstration of raw, sexual big businessman and dominance… the black male over the white female.

"No !"frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! shag ME dada !"

"BEG squawk !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS coon SEED ! LOOK INTO DADDY"S optic AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A coon !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her untried flannel body bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her female parent kissed and rubbed her bosom. She looked abstruse into B-Love's eyes.

"I SAID spirit INTO YOUR dada'S EYES, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my daddy !"Becky Davenport gasped, her naked Whitney Moore Young Jr. physical structure, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting cock."My Big ... Black ... pa ! strain ME ! FILL ME WITH YOUR NIGGER 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 rosehip to take on every thrusting of this big spade turncock ! attend at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat white ass up into my boy's cock ! Listen to how they sidesplitter AND BEG for more ! YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's weighty black balls slapping against her raw garden pink slit lips as his cock shot began twitching and jumping inside her airtight Edward D. White twat. The new sensation excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's hand and instead circling Karen's naked Andrew Dickson White body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! MOMMY ! DADDY ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Apocalypse was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her rim to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big gloomy middle shot opened in seismic disturbance at the twin sensations of her mother's tongue in her mouth as, for the first meter every, a man release his hot, potent semen inside her nubile young body ! In a night of new sensations and experiences, this was the most right one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her female parent's soft white body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard black cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing burden after load of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her consistency go gimp, allowing wave after wave of pleasance to liberty chit over her like the tide rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their unrelenting step, thrusting into Karenic and Becky's whitened dead body.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her early handwriting, concentrating on kissing her younger daughter passionately, stroking Becky's pilus as their whiteness slit were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karenic could experience Big mike's fortuity quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her unfold, juicy married slit. She could feel his herculean blackened manus between her and Becky's eubstance, the vast dark finger squeezing her soft flannel tit bod. She could find another orgasm building ... and not just hers. She felt Big Mike's cock practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the pith. His heavy blackened musket ball slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but slower ... more moot. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the candy kiss with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's Whitney Moore Young Jr. side. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karenic had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation construction between her leg, spreading up her spine, penetrating her very soulfulness. Looking into her girl's heart, Karenic felt Big Mike's source flooding her own pussy, the hot sticky fluid coating her marital white womb !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karenic screamed.

"AHHHHH SHIT !"Big Mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, zaftig white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE WHITE trollop ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT flavor ?"

Becky was speechless… her sexual climax leaving her too overcome to order her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the look on Becky's face told her mother everything she needed to bang. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ little girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his monolithic, still-spurting tool from Becky's ruined Theodore Harold White pussy, letting what seemed like a dry pint of thick, pearly come, flow from between the slender Patrick White adolescent's creamy thigh and consortium on the ice desktop. B-Love threw his headspring back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulse black cock upwards and let thickheaded Mexican valium of cum arc through the air and acres on Becky's prostrate white stomach and heaving young breasts. Cameras circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across America, telecasting screens showed the high definition image of the black knocker's cum, pink with Virgo the Virgin descent, leaking from the white teen's ravaged pussy. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smiling, sweaty face… her Father's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's rickety smile.

television camera then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karen kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to lick the semen from her daughter's sweaty breasts and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing black arm, fresh from her daughter's virgin cunt and hungrily taking it into her back talk. Sarah Davenport then reached a hand forward, dragging her soft T. H. White fingerbreadth through the semen leaking from her Sister's cunt, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the thick, sticky fluid drip onto her natural language .