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

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The computer screen flickered to life with the double of a blazing sun. A small caption appeared in the blue left corner of the screen :"The tow car ( EXPLICIT ) / creative person : Black Phallus / Label : E & I Records ”.

There is no medicine at beginning, just the occasional pluck of a lonely guitar chain. The picture 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 sputters and it pulls off to the incline of the road. The tv camera angle deletion to the interior of the car, showing a whiteness family. A dorky white dad is driving the car with his beautiful white wife sitting at his side. Sitting in the back fundament, reading a college orientation brochure, is their pretty white daughter. The girl is wearing daisy dukes and a two-piece top, and listening to her MP3 player. An belligerent rap beat can be faintly heard on the girl's earbuds. The girl looks up from her brochure and sees that their car is pulling of to the side of the road and she rolls her middle. The wife doesn't look happy either.

The husband gets out of the car and opens the hood. predator circle command processing overhead as the sun continues to blaze. He looks at the locomotive, panicked, scratching his oral sex. He reaches for the radiator cap and burns his hand from the heat. The daughter sees her don shaking his hand and prancing around the front man of the car. Again, the high schooling graduate rolls her optic, but then she looks down at her MP3 player, then at her cellphone earphone. She picks up her cell sound and starts entering a telephone set number.

The tv camera cuts to mom, fidgeting in the front man seat, watching her husband, seemingly concerned for his injury. Suddenly, the daughter's hand taps mom's berm and then hands mom the cell. Mom looks at the phone and sees"THE saboteur"on its screen. She looks at the daughter, a bit alarmed, and shakes her headland. The daughter tilts her headspring at and nods toward her father. The mom sees him still prancing around in strawman of the car like a poop, then turns back to the girl. The daughter shakes her headspring and again crack mom the telephone. Mom takes the earphone and puts it to her ear.

Cut to the blaze sun and circling predator again. The family now has all the car door open, and are all sweating. The husband has stripped off his crown and shirt, revealing a thin-but-flabby, pasty-white frame. The wife sits beside him, several blouse buttons undone, and devotee herself with a magazine publisher. The hood of the car is down now, and the daughter is lying back on it, on a towel, boldly sunning herself in her two-piece top and daisy dukes. A large pick-up truck with a winch drives up beside the family and commons in forepart of their car. Cut to the pick-up's cab threshold, labeled"WHITE KUNTZ ruination ”. The threshold opens and a large black automobile mechanic gets out. The euphony for the television finally starts properly now, a clayey strong-growing rap beatnik, the Lapp one barely heard on the daughter's earbuds earlier in the scenery. The contraband mechanic is tall and very muscular, wearing some loose suit dungaree and a soaked tee. The girl watches him take the air toward the family car and smiles. Daughter slowly rolls off the car punk as her father and mother get out of the car to recognize the auto-mechanic. The married man opens the hood and tries to examine the locomotive engine again, but the soaring black mechanic gently pushes him aside, taking his place in front of the car.

The mechanic glances over at the daughter, who is leaning over the locomotive engine, pretending to be occupy, her arms stretched over her mind, clutching the car's hood and showing off her lithe, scantily garment body. The stud smiles, then looks over at the pretty brunette female parent, her blouse still unbutton revealing her inner segmentation of her plenteous bosom and her Bikini top. The mother suddenly realizes how often peel she's revealing and turns away, blushing from embarrassment. She begins to button up her blouse, but then glimpse over her shoulder at the mechanic and bites her lower lip. She shrugs and rather than re-buttoning her blouse, she choses to annul the bottom hem of the blouse up, tying the front tail end of her blouse together, revealing her own flat midsection. The mechanic looks back at the girl, admiring the curve of her pie-eyed short ass in her denim short-shorts. The television camera slowly rises up the girl's diminutive short pants, over her flat tan belly, her firm sweaty breasts, pouting lips, and ice blue center. The stud makes eye contact lens with the miss, making surely she watches as he pulls the dipstick out of the engine and checks the oil, running a rag up and down the length of the marijuana cigarette. Mom turns back around and sees this too, her sizable cleavage enhanced by the way she has tied her blouse together. Once the automobile mechanic is satisfied with the oil reading, and that he has the female parent and daughter's attention, returns the dipstick to the engine, making for certain to throw a couple of extra suggestive thrusts as he drives it home. The mother gasps. The girl giggles. Dad is woefully oblivious to all of this.

The rap beat continues as the lyrics are faintly heard. The legal caliber on the video is pathetic, but lyrics can be made out :

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

The grease monkey looks over at the mother and daughter again, then down at the radiator cap. Flexing his sinewy black arms, he pulls his shirt over his forefront, revealing his shadow, mighty body, rippling with musculus. Mom's big blue air middle widen. daughter licks her back talk, ever so slightly. Wrapping the tee around his hand, the auto-mechanic takes the cap off the radiator. The husband looks down at the mechanic's sack and sees the pair of baseball glove he COULD have used to afford the radiator cap. married man scratches his head.

The mechanic looks the engine over and shakes his head, then walks to the back of his truck and begins to operate his hook and winch. The mechanic bends down and attaches the hook to the bumper of the car. His musculus flex, the fret making his black skin radiance in the sunlight. He returns to the cab and activates the winch. The car lifts a couple of inch, but hook comes loose, dropping the car to the route. The mechanic paseo back over to the car and looks at the hook. He looks back up at the married woman and girl who are watching him with full eyes and rapt attention. He smiles, then begins to unbutton his whack. With one western fence lizard motion, he yanks the belt from his pants and whipping it into the air, making a *CRACK* sound. The husband jumps in fright and covers his head for protection. As this happens, the television camera angle modification to show the Joseph Black mechanic in the foreground facing away from the camera and toward the wife and daughter who are standing in the background signal looking at him. As the mechanic violently yanks his belt off, his baggy pants fall down a few inches, just enough so that any viewer of the music video would know that he is wearing no underpants… then they fall down a bit more. The camera cuts to the wife and girl, optic wide, jaws dropped… obviously seeing the mechanic's prick. The tv camera returns to the previous tv camera angle within a second, and the mechanic is pulling up his trouser. The married man, still cowering from the belt's noise, has missed all of this. The lyrics continue :

"When yo'railway locomotive's overheated
‘ movement you been mistreated
YA'outcry THE tow car"

The mechanic bends down, wrapping is leather belt around the claw and bumper, apparently securing the connection… at least for the purposes of the music video. The mechanic activates the windlass, 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 wife up, giving her round ass a footling push up into the bottom. Next, the husband climbs into the cab and the mechanic leaves him to take tutelage of himself. The automobile mechanic then walks around the front of his motortruck and mount up into the driver's seat, but as his monolithic black underframe squeezes into the cab, it is apparent that not all four multitude will fit. The husband/father realizes that his eighteen-year-old daughter is eyeing the mechanic's lap. Seeking to avoid an inappropriate situation, the husband motions for the wife to sit in his lap and make elbow room for the daughter. The wife declines the offer, and before the hubby can insist, it's too belatedly. The girl hops into the car-mechanic's lap, her ripe, bikini-clad breasts bare inches from the mechanic's tolerant calamitous side. The daughter turns around, facing the windshield, her back resting against the mechanic's bare, black body. The mechanic starts the motortruck and begins to repulse as the white teenager squirms and giggles in his lap. The language continue :

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

The husband and Father of the Church looks ill as he watches his teenage daughter wiggle in the Black car-mechanic's lap. The mechanic motility his header left and aright, trying to see around the daughter's mind so that he can drive. The daughter continues to squirm in the car-mechanic's lap, until he finally puts a muscular arm around her shoulders from behind and pulls her end, forcing her to lie back with her head resting on one of his broad black shoulder. The mechanic coup d'oeil downward, getting a bird's eye view of the teenage daughter's ample egg white cleavage. The mechanic seems to feature hassle steering the motortruck, and the husband glances into the truck's side mirror to see his car swerving back and Forth as it is towed behind the truck. He shouts something at the device driver who glances in the mirror, then at the married man. The mechanic sneer briefly, then looks at the albumen teenager in his lap and the moderately white-hot wife sitting future to him. A smile slowly spreads across his cheek. Suddenly, the auto-mechanic slams the brakes. The fille in his lap clutches the dashboard and the number one wood's arm to proceed from slipping off his lap. The grease monkey looks over at the husband and nods toward the syndicate's car, quickly making it obvious that there simply is not enough room in the cab for him to labor safely. The hubby hesitates for a moment, looking at his daughter, trying to draw up herself as she sits in the calamitous stud's lap. Clearly he is worried about what might happen if his daughter is left alone in the truck's cab with this brooding Shirley Temple Black stranger. The husband then looks at his wife. The two parents exchange fidgety look, the husband glances again at the mechanic and his daughter, the wife following his regard. The married man furrows his brow in trouble, and the wife smiles at him, as if to tell apart him that she won't let anything untoward happen to their daughter. The husband takes a abstruse, overdone breath and opens the motortruck door, climbing out of the cab. Before closing the threshold behind him, the husband pats his place on the truck's bench tush, indicating the wife should dash over and cause room for their daughter to get out of the mechanic's lap.

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

As the husband gets into the family car's driver's seat, he can see that his wife is scooting in the truck cab, and attempting to get their daughter to move to the middle of the bench seat. The automobile mechanic begins to ride away sits back to ride in his car. He looks ahead, seeing his married woman and girl in the large put up window of the truck cab. A upset look creeps across the husband's case as he sees that in spite of the extra room in the cab, his daughter is still sitting in the mechanic's lap ! She is squirming around more than ever before, and the truck is swerving all over the road, giving the hubby a very rough ride in the towed syndicate car. He looks to his married woman, hoping that she will intervene, and obviously she is cognizant of the issuing. He can see that his married woman, sitting at the far end of the cab's bench tail end is saying something to the mechanic. She is glancing back at the hubby, then back at the automobile mechanic and her daughter. The husband can see that his wife's case shows suffering and care ! He begins hitting his car's trump, trying to get the truck driver's attention. Finally, he sees his married woman 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 seat, his glasses falling to the floor of his car. He leans down, pawing for the missed glasses, finally finding them and putting them back on his face. When the hubby looks up again, he can see that his wife is freaking out about something, yelling, and waving her arms. Whatever she's saying appears to be finally working, as he sees his daughter is not only out of the automobile mechanic's lap, but is climbing over her mother, and taking a bottom on the far side of the truck's cab. The husband is about to suspire a sigh of succor until he sees that his girl is still squirming. At first, it seems as if the daughter is trying to get back into the car-mechanic's lap and that his wife is trying to retain her spine. The married man sees his wife looking at him from the hand truck's rear windowpane, she waves at him frantically, as if trying to signal him, but their daughter snap up her hands and forces them down, under the truck's stern window, out of position. The husband looks at his daughter, a strange yucky smile is on her face. She is not trying to mount over her mother to get back into the grease monkey's lap ... no ... she is trying to push her mother finisher to the grease monkey. The married man sentry, confused as his married woman shakes her head and their daughter continues pushing her closer to the car-mechanic and holder her manpower 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 married woman looks at the husband again, mouthing the Word"I'm sorry"just before their girl pushes her head down, below the rear window.

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

The mechanic seems distracted by something and the motortruck begins to slew violently again. The husband, worried about what is happening begins frantically blasting his car horn. He sees his daughter looking at him from the hand truck's rear windowpane. He mouths the words"WHAT IS GOING ON ?"The daughter laughs and waves at her father. She then halt her workforce up, thenar facing one another, about a foot apart, obviously indicating that ‘ something'is big. Then she point down, indicating where her mother is, then she makes a fist and waves it in straw man of her mouth, making a ‘ cock sucking gesture'! The married man doesn't quite understand and starts hitting the trump again and again until he sees his married woman's psyche pop up from below the rear window of the motortruck. His pretty Edward White wife is gasping and wiping her mouth. Their daughter shoves her mother out of the way, clambering back toward the blackened mechanic. As the daughter does this, her father briefly glimpses her bare Patrick Victor Martindale White ass and realizes that she has shed her shorts and pantie ! The father scout, sassing agape, as his girl climbs back in figurehead of the driver, facing him this time, and slowly lower berth herself down into his lap. Again, the hand truck begins to swerve violently and the hubby starts blasting the hooter again. Then he sees his daughter's pink bikini top fluttering out the hand truck's window then whisked away by the hot desert wind !

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

Desperately, the husband blasts the car horn yet again, trying to dissent what he is incapacitated to cease. He sees his pretty white wife looking at him from the rear window of the motortruck. He shakes his head at her ... ‘ No ! ’. The wife looks back at him, her sick blueness center to the full of pity ... she smiles sweetly and shrugs ... then nods. Suddenly, she grabs the social movement of her blouse and violently rips it unresolved, revealing her ample, bra clad breast. Like her girl's two-piece top, the wife's blouse flies out the windowpane and up into the brilliantly desert sky. Looking out the window at her married man, she lifts her ring finger up at him and slips the wedding band from her Edward Douglas White Jr. hand, tossing it too out the windowpane ! The husband frantically, helplessly, blasts the car horn again and again as he watches his wife smile at him one lastly clip, blowing him a buss with one hand and waving good-bye, before reaching up to the ceiling of the truck cab and hitting a switch. With a sickening *CLUNK* the tow truck's hook releases the house car which drops to the highway at seventy miles an hour, with a loud crash. The husband frantically steers his car to a safe plosive speech sound as he watches the tow truck drive off into the distance, with his once-loving wife and daughter.

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

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

Two gamey school day seniors turned away from the screen after watching it with such close attention.

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

"Wow !"Becky davenport gasped, still staring simple at the figurer screenland. She was the more free of the two girls. Like her best friend Lauren, Becky was eighteen and beautiful. She was improbable, slender, with hanker red haircloth, alluring gullible eyes, and a brightness level sparge of freckles across the bridge of her nose."I'd know you said the telecasting would be racy, but that was… I mean….well… explicit !"

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

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

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

Becky Davenport wasn't Amish, though her sept was very religious. Becky's father was a very button-down man who attended church group meeting twice a calendar week. Her mother was a"Born-Again"Christian. Both Becky and her older baby Sarah had been raised with conservativist christian note value. They were not to cut back provocatively, use foul language, savor ‘ unfitting amusement'etc. Sarah had always obeyed these pattern with no problem. Becky however, was a bit ill-affected and considered to be the ‘ wild child'of the family. Her parents had recondite concerns about the fact that Becky had done matter like endure mid-riff baring 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 tops covered more scrape than did most of the other summit worn by her peer. Becky's parents didn't realize that the three times Becky had ever broken her 8pm curfew was because she actually was out studying at the library and lost trail of time. They ‘ hoped'but didn't ‘ know'that Becky had carefully guarded her virginity in spite of the number of boys who desperately tried to seduce her. Maintaining her virtue was no trivial feat for a high-school fourth-year as pretty as Becky. Becky even wore a whiteness ring, a symbol of her hope to her family that she would remain a virgin until she was married. The fact was Becky Davenport wasn't nearly as furious as her parents thought she was ... save for one thing.

The one natural state bar that Becky did consume, secretly, was her taste perception in music. Becky loved rap music, and her friend Lauren had sent her some MP3's of an ‘ subway system'rap group called"Black person Phallus ”. The strain were good, though pretty risque. Becky began looking for more of the songs on the internet, but had some trouble. The few links that she found for"Black Phallus"MP3s were frequently located on pornography site for some reason. This meant that the porn-blocking software that her parents had installed on Becky's computer prevented her from making any downloads from those placement. Shirley Temple Black penis CD's seemed impossible to find in local music fund, so Becky had to establish do with the MP3s that she got from her admirer. Some of the miss at schooling were surprised that Conservative Becky Davenport had become a fan of Black Phallus. She explained that while the words were shocking at first, she found them amusing ... and the strong rhythm and measure made her wish to dance. What she didn't acknowledgment to her curious friends was that the Sung were stirring stronger urges than just dancing ... and that on the rarified occasions that buttoned-down Becky davenport ‘ touched herself'she always had to listen to a total darkness genus Phallus song to achieve the scoop coming. Sir Thomas More and more, she wanted to hear their music and learn about their group ... so naturally she was thrilled when her protagonist Lauren came over to jaw, and brought a CDR of what was supposedly one of their music television that had been leaked online.

"Are you sure this is really their video ?"Becky asked."I mean, its not just one of their songs mashed up with cartridge holder from a smut 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 ‘ machinist'get up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GROSS !"Becky squealed.

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

"There are more ?"Becky said, almost too eagerly,"Can you download them too ?"Becky tried to contain her fervour, afraid that Lauren would imagine her interest was less than healthy."I mean… I'd like to see them, but you know my parents'computer software blocks the site."

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

"What interview ?"Becky asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Lauren nodded towards a few photos of renown on Becky's bulwark, all which had been autographed, including one of celebrated television diary keeper Jessica McFarland. Sarah's sister occasionally met celebrities at the studio, and had gotten signed photo for her sister. Becky had even met a couplet of them herself, thanks to Sarah getting her a VIP pas to the studio.

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

"Oh my God, Becky !"Lauren whispered."You HAVE to narrate her I bet Sarah will gather them ! You have to distinguish her you want their John Hancock ! Maybe she can even get you into the studio and satisfy them ! Oh my God !"Lauren gasped, breathlessly before adding, in a susurration."That would be amazing ! Do you reckon you could get me a VIP crack too ?"

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

"Yeah, I know."Lauren explained eagerly."They're going to go on ‘ The unit Truth'and talk about their music being so popular in the clubs, but like how they can't get the exposure they need to hit it big because of racism and censorship. They say they're anxious to go on television for a ‘ live no-holds barred, exclusive consultation and show US and the rest of the world what Black penis is all about ! I read all about it on their website. I suppose your web filter blocks it ?"

"Yes."Becky pouted.

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

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

Lauren continued."The web site said that inkiness Phallus is planning to register some of their other medicine video and they'll be uncensored too ! Just intend, if you thought this"tow car"video was explicit, just imagine what the uncensored I will be like !"

"Oh…oh my !"Becky muttered. It was difficult for her sheltered mind to imagine how a great deal gamey the inkiness Phallus euphony videos could get after seeing the one for"The Wrecker."Her mind began to digress, thinking about a just how sexually expressed Black Phallus might make their music television. The thought of seeing erotic scenes 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 card her shelter friend a bit more."You KNOW what supposedly happens at some of their live shows ! I wonder if the consultation will get wild."

Becky shivered. She knew what Lauren meant by ‘ state of nature ’. On another juncture, Becky had listened intently to Lauren 's story of orgies and sex company that the doorknocker supposedly threw on tour, or in recording studio apartment, or on the flick set of their music picture, or onstage at concerts in front of crowd together clubs. They were just silly stories, neither girl completely believed them, but nevertheless, Becky found them very exciting… her thinking were completely carried away by her hormone-fueled resource. 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 number over to my place that night, slumber over and find out the interview on my computer."Lauren asked more explicitly."Unless you thin you can get us those VIP straits ? What do you think ?"

Becky smiled at her savvy admirer."I ... I think I should ring my sister !"

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

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In the two years since her college commencement exercise, the beautiful Jessica McFarland had become one of most recognized and respected young char in American tv set journalism. She'd graduated from UCLA with the highest mark of anybody in the mountain communications field of battle, and immediately found utilisation with a cable news meshwork. It was a sound job too, as an"entertainment Correspondent"she would be an on-air personality ! In truth, the job probably should have gone to soul 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 killer image, unflawed white complexion, dazzling smiling, and big blue eyes. Her beautiful aspect was framed by a thickset mickle of wavy, silky, blonde pilus that she kept cut above her neckline. Her phonation was slightly high-pitched, but at the same time had a kind of soft huskiness.

With her ‘ girl-next-door'human face, ‘ not-so-innocent'voice, 36c/d-28-36 figure, and her aphrodisiac outfits, everybody was tuning in to see the sexy Jessica McFarland's amusement news theme. Her popularity skyrocketed and within a class of her first appearing on television, Jessica McFarland was a household name. Before farseeing, her picture graced the covering of dozens of magazine, and she received many moneymaking go for modeling and advert work. While Jessica loved the attention, she was let down that it seemed to focus so much on her appearance. Money and exposure were convinced, but Jessica didn't want to act or model, she wanted to be a journalist. She started to try and play down her young prototype, and began to habilitate a bit more conservatively. Abandoning her famous form-fitting silk blouses and mid-riff baring shirts, Jessica began wearing architect suits in dark colors. Little changed. Jessica felt more master, but still the spiritualist, including her own network, seemed only to see a passably case who reported on Light Within, fluffy, entertainment news. On top of that, in venom of the fact that her presence had increased the web's ratings tenfold, Jessica was underpaid. If she wanted more than money, she could ask the various modeling and advert pass that she received, but she felt that would just further damage the journalistic integrity that she desperately wanted to work up.

When her declaration came up for renewal at the end of one year, Jessica tried to negotiate for more money and more say over what stories she covered. She wanted to do Thomas More in-depth interviews, with edgier, more controversial celebrities. The network however, being rather conservative, steadfastly refused. Popular as Jessica was, they still looked down on the unseasoned ‘ amusement correspondent ’. Jessica was trapped. While it was admittedly that she could resign, and essay greener lea, she didn't dare leave the mesh without another job lined up. Popular as she was, she knew her public was mercurial and had a short-term memory. With her husband billy out of work, and the economy being what it was, Jessica didn't like the melodic theme of being without a job when she'd been so close to making it big. Just when it seemed Jessica would be trapped in her job for another year, she received a phone call from a equal net, KNEN.

KNEN offered Jessica a million-dollar deal as the master of ceremonies of a news plan for their new entertainment-oriented tidings meshwork. In accession to a hefty new salary, Jessica would get a personal assistant and perhaps eventually a total staff at her disposal. What's more, becoming the chief keystone of a show would give Jessica the chance to offer story ideas, and to do in-depth consultation with controversial amusement figures. It was still technically ‘ only'an entertainment news program, but nobody at the web would be looking down on her for reporting on that subject because the solid meshing was dedicated to covering the entertainment industry. There was little danger in taking the job. The network was going to pay her one-half of a year's salary up front, no strings 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 take her married man, billystick, for a cushy job with their web. That clinched it. Jessica could tell that this network, unlike her current employer, would give her the dainty her like the valuable asset she was. Jessica McFarland ditched the network that made her famous, and took the offer from KNEN, King Network Entertainment News.

KNEN had appeared on the culture medium scene fairly recently, but was a surprisingly wealthy and powerful meshwork. They targeted what some perceived to be an consultation often neglected by the news media… nonage and youth market. To invoke to this audience, KNEN combined serious current function reporting with an overstrung youthful image, and employed a youthful, minority-oriented faculty to support that image. Indeed, Jessica had noticed that black males seemed to contain the majority of the tribal chief executive staff. Jessica was happy to be working for such a progressive web. On top of this, KNEN treated Jessica like a queen. She always had fresh fruit and bottled Caribbean Sea spring piddle in her fertilisation room. Jessica felt invigorated by her new job, and her public popularity remained quite in high spirits. The simply thing that wasn't going well for her was her sex aliveness. Strangely, in the year they'd been working at KNEN, he-goat seemed less and less concern in making love to his beautiful, successful wife.

billy McFarland, too, always had a sound supply of bottled piddle in his office, but unlike his wife, Billy was not glad at KNEN. kickoff 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 work would be ‘ promiscuous'since his work was basically a gratuity to his married woman. Then there were his workfellow. baton hadn't realized that he'd have to knead with so many Shirley Temple ! Billy had always thought of blacks as lazy, and his employees were no exclusion. He tried to console himself with the fact that he was their supervisor, but whenever he tried to delegate jobs to his staff, he was ignored. Because of this, Billy was tied to his desk day after day, often working late night, doing the study that he was unable to delegate, yet responsible to see done.

Billy wanted to complain to his supervisors, but they were all calamitous men. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Jessica. billy felt completely helpless, inadequate, and exhausted. To make matters unfit, Jessica's happiness with her new job seemed to make water her more and more sexually aggressive. She seemed to want sex almost every nighttime, and Billy's enervation and stress kept him from keeping up with her need. He hadn't been able to make dearest to his young, sexy married woman More than twice since the move to KNEN six month ago. Billy knew that he was the but thing that wasn't working out for his wife, and he hated himself for it.

Jessica, meanwhile, went to bed every night confused and saddened by her husband's sudden want of interest in her eubstance ... confused, saddened, and unsatisfied. She could distinguish there was something wrongfulness, but as often as she loved billy goat, and as eager as she was for their sex living to recall to normal, she didn't have clock time to find out what the job was. There were former subject on her mind. Namely, her upcoming interview with the controversial rap group,"Black person Phallus ”.

"lightlessness Phallus"was incredibly hot on the guild tour and among teen and college educatee, but it was never heard on the radio or seen on boob tube because the group's controversial nature. This wasn't particularly unusual for some gangsta rap artists whose lyric poem created double of utmost violence. What was unusual was that Shirley Temple Phallus's lyrics weren't controversial because of wild imagination, but because of their sexually denotative nature. The few music videos the group made were rumored to be practically adult. Only one of their videos had ever been aired on tv, on one of the cable euphony web, and was aired only once, and only then after being heavily censored. After that debacle, Black Phallus refused to reserve any channel to air their video unless they were uncensored. The medicine telecasting channels refused to air the picture without some edits for explicit content, and thus, the early Black Phallus videos were never aired. They didn't even make their videos available on their own web site, with the exception of"The Wrecker ”, the telecasting that had aired ( in censored contour ) on television.

In spite of all the controversy and inaccessibility of their euphony, the radical had managed to become very popular in subway circles, and beginning to have an shock on popular civilisation. Thus every magazine, idiot box program, and news show network remotely connected with the entertainment industry wanted an interview, yet nobody could ever appear to get one. And then, as the story went, KNEN scored the inconceivable. Black member agreed to an exclusive interview.

From what Jessica had been told, the agreement with the grouping had been reached after weeks of wide, undercover negotiations with KNEN administrator. The negotiations were so mystical that even after weeks of wrangling Jessica was taken by surprisal when she was told that they'd agreed to an sole interview. She was even more surprised to bring out that she would be the one expected to impart the interview, and that she had only three twenty-four hour period to devise ! Jessica knew that this would be her first, best probability to register that she could be a truly provocative diary keeper, rather than just some desk-bound eye confect. As exciting as this prognosis was, Jessica felt incredibly nervous about the interview. Aside from this being her firstly major ‘ news show'interview, she'd had very little time to do any inquiry on the group. selective information was limited, since no interviews had ever been granted, and Jessica had quite a bit of trouble tracking down a copy of the group's CD and videos, before one was finally provided to her by Joseph Black penis's record label, fixings X.

Then of course, Jessica was worried about the grant and agreements that KNEN had been forced to make, before the controversial chemical group would fit in to be interviewed. The network wanted an exclusive, no holds barred interview with the rap group, a live studio apartment performance, and the right hand to evince any or all of the never-before-seen music videos that the group had produced. In exchange for this, the group demanded that KNEN dedicate a hale ‘ prime time'evening to"Negro Phallus ”, whether or not the whole of the evening was used by the audience. In addition to this, the group demanded that there be absolutely no censoring of any kind on the interview, nor on the euphony videos. Further, the radical also wanted their own engineers to man studio's equipment, so that much of the normal KNEN studio crew would not be present. What was More, due to the controversial and incendiary nature of some of their lyrics and political position, the grouping insisted on extra protection measuring stick, including security control of the studio for members of their own protection team. Finally, the group demanded that the consultation be conducted by a certain date, due to their tight schedule. This last consideration had resulted in Jessica McFarland having only three days to prepare for her interview. Being a hip, uptight, minority-oriented cable news net, KNEN was in a billet to fulfil the group's demands. The John Major sticking tip the network had supposedly had was the censorship subject. To obviate any potential FCC obscenity ravishment and issuance, the network had suggested the musical theme of the pay-per-view interview with a ‘ possible expressed 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 subdivision of KNEN's site, and Black genus Phallus's site, with the same bawdiness warnings. Of line everybody knew that by guaranteeing that the controversial group an uncensored broadcast, KNEN was practically inviting the rap group to perform some kind of outrageous publicity stunt. Even if the avoided FCC fines, they risked jillion of dollar mark worth of causa and sponsor losses. In spite of all this, KNEN had apparently decided that the exclusive interview would be worth the risks involved. So it was that all of the mathematical group 's condition were met, and the interview was set up.

At least, this was the official narrative of how the stack was reached.

The truth was that both Black Phallus's book label, and KNEN were secretly owned by the Saame establishment, Solomon magnate's Ebony & ivory initiative, Inc. To help blur this connexion from the journalistic art of certain newsman, the lonesome interview that inkiness Phallus would be able to do would be on KNEN. E & I secretly owned several businesses, all with one major docket, the sexual laterality of blackamoor men over white women. For the virtually character, E & I controlled clientele were very pernicious in their procession of the agendum. E & I produced the chemical,"X-serum ”, to heighten black men's physique and sexual magnate.

E & I also produced the dual-purpose chemical,"Xcite ”, to have an almost irrepressible sexual stimulation in women, and get impotence among men. The bottled water with which Jessica's icebox was stocked was laced with Xcite, as was Billy's water. This was standard operational procedure. Over the years E & I had used these chemical substance to quietly conquer single char and even whole businesses, and then use them to raise mixed smut or former fabric to advance E & I's agenda. For security measure purpose, none of the apparently ‘ legitimize'businesses that E & I created or controlled could be directly connected to E & I. As a outcome, E & I patronage operated with thousand of employees, many of whom had no mind who they were really working for, or that they were advancing E & I's agenda. The only joining between these clientele and E & I was that their topmost executives were all X-serum-enhanced calamitous men, and trusted lieutenant to Solomon King. This way, all of the line could be directed for E & I's collective benefit.

Black Phallus's record label, IngredientX, fit into E & I's docket by releasing sexually explicit rap music, with mixed themes. The plan was that the angry young black males and rebellious livid youthfulness that listened to rap music would see this message over and over through the music, and would be psychologically conditioned to conceive every password of it. Black person males would become more sexually belligerent, and be encouraged follow intimate face-off with T. H. White women. E. B. White Male would begin to see fatal male person as sexual victor, and feel embarrassed about their intimate inadequacies and diminished member. Edward Douglas White Jr. female child who heard the music would get to see white males as unworthy and pitch blackness Male as the most desirable sexual specimens.

inkiness phallus was the anchor of the constituent X label. The mathematical group was comprised of chemically heighten black men, part of E & I, who also happened to be talented performers. Every song on their CD,"Only Natural ”, was dedicated to promoting the sexual power of smutty men, and subverting white male sexuality. The philosophy that the chemical group advocated was that Joseph Black men were the sexual alpha males of the man race. As such, smutty male person had the rightfulness to bed and multiply any woman, every adult female, they wanted… even get hitched with women, and especially white women. What upright way to prove their call than by seducing a beloved, get married American icon on television set ? So it was that Black Phallus's first exclusive interview would be granted to fellow E & I foot soldier, KNEN, and its star reporter, the beautiful Jessica McFarland !


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

Jessica looked up from her young assistant and smiled, mutely saying 'thank you'and pointing to a pile of document on the left of her desk. Sarah put the material on top of the document plenty. Before Sarah left the room Jessica motioned for her to continue.

Sarah Davenport was Jessica 's personal assistant. Jessica had personally hired Sarah immediately after getting her job at KNEN. At a glance, Sarah looked a bit bookish or geeky. She was slender, in her mid twenties, with retentive dark-blonde hair that she usually wore tied back with a large bow or ribbon. She dressed conservatively, wearing night coloring material, buttoned-up shoe collar, and a rather unfashionable style of meth. Although she might give behaved and dressed in conservatively, her beauty and figure were very noticeable to the men around the office. Sarah never gave their aid a endorse thinking though, as she was very buttoned-down and engaged to be married. She was kind of an innocent, but quite brilliantly, with an splendid inclination and a hang for anticipating Jessica 's want. They had formed a near, sister-like adherence in the few months they'd worked together. They were on first of all figure price, though Sarah thought it important to refer to Jessica as"Ms. McFarland"while they were at study. Anything less might undermine Jessica's authority, and Sarah was very firm to Jessica, and wanted to make sure she never harmed Jessica's career that way. Sarah took a bum and waited attentively while Jessica McFarland continued her telephone conversation.

'' Yes ... yes that will be fine."Jessica spoke into the earpiece,"Just so you understand, I wo n't be here myself, I 'm in a group meeting for the rest of the day, but I 'm sure 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 know,"Sarah said,"that I've taken care of everything else on today 's 'to-do'list."

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

Jessica had been listening to her helper moaning in defeat for a lot of the day. It was funny to mind to her. Sarah was a religious fille and never swore. She never used the master's public figure in vain either. She didn't even say"Darn"or"Heck ”. So, whenever Sarah got angry, she just made tongue-tied groan, sighs, groan, and grunts of frustration.

'' No, not yet."The pretty blonde helper smiled weakly. She felt lucky to be an helper for somebody who was understanding and appreciative of their help 's trouble."I 'm sure I can work it on my own. I don't like calling technical school support ... those big guy rope messing around under my desk while I'm workings makes me uncomfortable. I 'll receive time to solve it while you're at your confluence ... 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 affair for me today."

"Yes ?"Sarah asked.

"You know the audience with Black Phallus is tomorrow dark ? Some of their congressman are coming by to control out the studio. I need you to show them around. I promised them personal attention by a valued employee, and not some houseman. ``

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

Jessica saw the filter look on Sarah's face. `` I think it's just a yoke of their producers. Why ? ``

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

Jessica leaned forward and took her assistant 's hand. `` You know that this is a very important coup for our network. I need you to support me here Sarah. Put on a brave out human face, scoot them that winning smile of yours, and you 'll be all right ! Besides, you know how these groups are, it's probably all just a clustering of jar economic value plug and icon anyway. It 's o.k., honestly, it will be very well. '' It was sluttish for Jessica to say. She hadn't listened to the CD yet, or seen the video, and she'd been ineffectual to grow copies until tardily in her research.

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

Jessica shrugged,"That's the way it goes sometimes. Sometimes, when an interview is as big tidings as this one is, we have to wee ritual killing to get the low gear crack at the story. The group had only had a couple of evenings free to dedicate to this interview, so this is when it has to be ! I'm just glad I had two 24-hour interval !"

The story about blackness Phallus's limited availableness was a concoction made up by E & I. The literal intellect that Jessica was being limited to two Clarence Day of research time was a surety care. Jessica was a good diarist, and Solomon King wanted to make sure there was little or no chance for her to feel 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 so-called euphony 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 ... strain ... came up. It was repulsive ! I couldn't believe it. I mean, what would our father say if he knew she liked music like that ?"

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

"Yes, she did !"Sarah exclaimed."She denied it at the fourth dimension, said that the MP3 was included with the others by mistake, but she called me the other 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 hearing to that grime ! Then she begged me ! She whined that they were her favorite music group ! She actually wanted to adjoin these disgusting thugs and get their autograph !"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Sarah !"Jessica said,"With all the delicate negotiations around this interview, I doubt we can sustain a VIP invitee in the studio that dark. security department is going to be extra compressed when these bozo are here, and the group will own their own security as well."

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

"It's probably for the right you refused to let her come."Jessica said."Did you know that grouping's demographic square bracket is expanding exponentially to admit Patrick White females age 18 to 25."

"Yes, I saw that in the enquiry 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 talk about how explicit their music is, and there are rumors that some of the videos are practically pornographic. I'm not looking forward to reviewing them, but I know the network agreed to air them uncensored."

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

"That's not the one-half of it !"Jessica sighed."The studio's agreement with Black phallus allows for nakedness, profanity, and sexual acts during the unscathed broadcast. In fact, the unit program will be completely uncensored with the exception of the mature subject matter disavowal and a hired man full phase of the moon of commercials, and those are being strictly scheduled. That's why we have to have it on pay-per-view and a webcast. The network makes no guarantee of the nature of the program's substance. Anything and everything that happens on photographic camera during the interview will be aired !"

"But ..."Sarah said ..."what if they try something ? The research I gave you said they like to stage packaging stunts. They expose themselves at concerts ... sometimes they bring women from the audience up on microscope stage 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 disclaimer in the pay-per-view ads. It 's all about sensationalism. An uncensored television broadcast would gift these guy the gross opportunity to stage a very visible stunt. The bosses assured me that I won't be in any real number risk, so they asked me to dally along for as long as I could. ``

Like the reputation about lightlessness Phallus's limited availability, the reports about their demand for uncensored airtime was also a cover history. Solomon King was the one who wanted the uncensored broadcast. It was E & I that decided on the pay-per-view television set format and the web simulcast. Such programme, with strong disclaimer, would allow them to broadcast sexually denotative medicine telecasting, free of FCC intervention. Of grade, it would give up them to air any sexually expressed content ... not just from the music telecasting, but also anything that might transpirate in the news show studio. Even if the FCC did get involved, any fine they levied would easily be paid by TV sales of that very broadcast !

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

"Not really,"Jessica drew a deep breath. The truth was, she was a short distressed, but was forcing herself to remain quiet."But I'm a professional journalist, but these guy wire are getting to be a BIG, and landing the first IN-DEPTH interview with them is a HUGE opportunity, for all of us ! An interview with a grouping this controversial could really put us on the map ! Do n't worry, I'm KNEN's whiz reporter, the meshwork is not about to let me fare to any harm ! ``

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

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

"Yes !"Sarah beamed, happy to change the subject from those terribly dark rappers to her recent appointment."I finally got it back from the jewelers. It took them forever to fit the band to my finger's breadth !"

'' It's so beautiful ! '' Jessica gasped, studying the tintinnabulation. It was not a typical engagement dance orchestra. It was a stunning kinsfolk heirloom in gold, platinum, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 dance orchestra was etched and inlaid with a soft gold form. This frail radiation pattern had been the cause of the tintinnabulation 's lengthy fitting adaption. `` How long did you say it had been in Brad's family ?"

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

'' He must hump you very much ! '' Jessica grinned. She was so happy for her assistant. It was so nice to see a gratifying girl so in love with a nice man."I'm sure you'll be very happy together !"

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

Sarah didn't believe in pre-marital sex, and Brad had very patiently respected her belief. Sarah and Brad had been dating for four old age, since college. The one and only sentence that Sarah had ever considered countenance Brad take her virginity was the nighttime 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 urge to do so ... until recently.

Recently the born sexual urges that she'd so easily suppressed since her teen years had grown incredibly strong. She didn't fully understand why, and could only ideate that it was because she truly loved Brad, and was queasy to give herself to him. Sarah counted herself prosperous that he'd had to go on a business tripper to Europe for a few months. She would have hated to give in to her itch so close to her wedding day ! Still, Sarah's desperate hot pants had only set about worse since Brad's leaving two months ago ... and it would be another two month before he returned ! Every dark she went to sleep thinking about her hymeneals night. What she would do to him ... what he would do to her ... what they would do ... together.

"It's been unmanageable for me sometimes ... especially lately,"Sarah continued her mind wandering to her recent desires and recently sponsor opinion of sex."But as hard as it is for me, it must be unsound for Brad. As difficult as it is to keep an eye on them sometimes, these are my impression. I mean, believe that my body is a tabernacle, and that my virginity is a gift to precious to be given away before marriage. I'm not having sex before marriage because I believe its wrong. The solitary reason 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 thrill that we waited !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Actually,"Jessica said,"the coming together could run a little long. I might not even be back in the office today."There was no way Jessica wanted to continue the conversation. She didn't want to gamble re-opening the subject she had barely closed. he-goat's impotence had become a source of creeping and intense defeat for Jessica. She had just avoided letting the secret slip. She wasn't about to submit that risk again.

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

Jessica approached the door, but briefly turned back to her supporter."Sarah, I know you're concerned about those guys from Onyx Records coming tonight. Don't concern about it. Just comport 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 operate up afterwards. okay ?"

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

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

Sarah really looked up to Jessica. The two of them had grown quite skinny, working together in their few months and foresighted hr at KNEN. Jessica was a mentor to Sarah. Sarah looked up to Jessica, hoping that one day, she might be capable to anchor a word syllabus, and just like Jessica did ! Jessica had a slap-up career, and a great marriage…

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

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Sarah was in her low agency, adjacent to Jessica's, running diagnostic programs on her computer for much of the day. null she tried seemed to shape, and she was becoming increasingly frustrated. She was still groaning at her computer when there was a knock at her door.

Sarah opened the threshold to determine two very large, very hefty, very Black person gentleman towering in front of her. One wore a black courtship, the other was wearing a silky black shirt and baggy pants outfit, almost like pajamas. He also wore a duo of mirror-finish-sunglasses and a strange Chain necklace made up of delicate, somewhat asymmetrical links. As intimidating as they were, Sarah couldn't help but notice both of the men very handsome. In addition to their elevation, the men were both very muscular. Their skin was a flawless, rich, warm, deep brown brown. Their Koln was intoxicating.

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

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

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

"YES ! right field ! Of course… um…"Sarah babbled. She winced at her own unknown behavior. She suddenly felt that familiar lonely longing for her fiance that she'd been feeling over the in conclusion pair of calendar month. What was coming over her ? There was an clumsy muteness while Sarah tried to collect her sentiment. She absent-mindedly began to fidget with her engagement ring.

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

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

Silently, the giant slowly reached out and gently took Sarah's bantam white-hot hand in his goliath black medal. Firmly, he held her deal while he examined down at the ring on her finger ... at least he appeared to be looking at the annulus. Sarah couldn't tell, thanks to his mirror-lens glasses. He turned to Tom and nodded slowly, then turned back to look at Sarah's ring.

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

The giant didn't let go of Sarah's hand. He continued to hold it up, gently stroking her palm with his strong fingerbreadth while he continued silently admiring her meshing anchor ring ... Sarah was hesitating to pull her helping hand away, and was afraid to speak to the jumbo man holding her hand. She just looked at him ... looking at her halo ... The three were still for respective moment before Sarah worked up the face to utter to Tom Watkins. Still ... she couldn't take her eyes off the jewelry-admiring behemoth holding her hired hand.

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

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

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

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

"We need to inspect your equipment,"Watkins interjected, smiling,"We have to make sure everything you have is compatible with black penis's needs, for tomorrow dark's studio performance."

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

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

"Is there anything else I can aid you with ?"Sarah bit her lower lip gently ... Her eyes were glued to the blank black electron lens on the vacuous fateful side of the second man. He smelled so good !
"…Anything at all ?"

"Most definitely,"the indorse man moved towards Sarah, causing her to involuntarily step backward into her office,"I have a magnanimous piece of cogwheel that I need you to help oneself me test tonight. It could lead much of the Nox, but I trust I can bet on your make out co-operation."

"Of course of instruction,"Sarah smiled, almost as if in a trance, still staring into the highly reflective lenses of the back man's sunglasses. She was captivated by her expression ... her delicate white characteristic framed and overwhelmed by his masculine black feature film."I'm here to see that all your motivation are met. I want to help you in any way that I can."

"Of trend you do !"The man said, placing his tumid black hands on either side of meat of Sarah's soft white brass. He continued moving forward, gently compelling Sarah to move backwards into her post. Tom followed the two of them inside, the door closed behind them.

That door was still closed 3 time of day later, when Jessica returned from her meeting. In her rush to get out the place that good afternoon, Jessica had carelessly left the"total darkness Phallus"telecasting behind. She picked up the box with the videos and was walking past Sarah's office door, and heard the unmistakable phone of her young assistant moaning and swearing, coming from interior. Jessica shook her head and smiled at her helper's stubborn run. No doubt, Sarah was still having problem with her figurer and was still trying to fix it herself !

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

Jessica hated finding herself fixating on Billy's recent inadequacy again, but she couldn't assist it. It had been months since the two of them were versed, and researching Black Phallus's sexually explicit language had only heightened Jessica's sexual tautness. Even talking about sex in vague terms seemed to make her long for a fuck 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. shit him ! Why couldn't he perform ? No… no that wasn't carnival. truncheon was her hubby, and she loved him very much. They would get through this… together.

Jessica put mentation of her spousal relationship out of her head and started to leaf through some of the research as she waited for the lift. She continued doing this as she stepped onto the elevator and let the doors close behind her. Seconds later ... in that darkened hallway ... at the end of the day ... another scream of delight erupted from Sarah Davenport's office !

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If Jessica HAD opened Sarah's door, she would have been shocked by the good deal. The office staff was a mess. Papers had been thrown around the room. The electronic computer, that had been giving Sarah so much trouble throughout the day, had been swept from her desk and lay in pieces on the base. On Sarah's desk, in place of the discarded calculator, was a writhing, sweating, swearing, raw peck of Joseph Black and white-hot lust ...

"OH ... ..OH GOD ... OH Jesus Christ FUCKING CHRIST ... YES ! ! piece of tail YES ! ! !"screamed Sarah davenport as she felt the massive black cock pushing deep and deeper into her recently pure Theodore Harold White pussy. She would have been virtually unrecognizable to anybody who knew her.

Gone was the demure, vernal, vestal bride-to-be. All that was left of *that* Sarah was a red velvet bow in her sweat-matted fuzz and a pair of fogged-up glasses on her pretty Stanford White face. Her beautiful white body, normally so-carefully covered by her conservative vesture, was now covered only by a thin layer of glistening stew that caused her fluent White River pelt to glisten like wet alabaster.

Sarah's naked whiten body was knack over her desk, with Watkins laying beneath her. Watkins was laid back on the desk with his erect Negro cock between Sarah's full, soft, white breasts. He pushed her tits together around his thick disastrous light beam, using her diffused Edward D. White flesh to pleasure himself ... as she kissed and sucked the vain dark cock-head sticking up between her chest. Behind Sarah, the big black in the shades ( whose public figure Sarah still didn't know ) had his big grim hands on her tiny white waste matter, and was mercilessly thrusting inch after inch of his monumental black putz into the pretty ashen assistant.

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

"OH lamb nookie GOD !"Sarah swore."OH afters JESUS ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ! ! !"This was another ‘ immoral'behavior that the previously prim-and-proper religious girl had learned to treasure in the last few hours ...

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

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

The blacks laughed ...

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

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

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

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

The pitch blackness laughed again ...

"How long have you been dating your fiance ?"The nameless rivet asked."Tell me ... how long has that poor dumb whiteboy been waiting to fuck THIS pussy that I'm ass RIGHT NOW WITH MY BIG nigger COCK ?

"quadruplet ... .YEARS ...."gasped the sweating Elwyn Brooks White slut.

"Four years WHAT ?"the black demanded.

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

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

"YESSS ! ! ! !"

"How long you been saving yourself again ?"

"Twent-EEEEE"Sarah squeeled as the black in the shades increased the pace of his thrusts."TWEN-TEE-FOUR ... YEARS !"she gasped.

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

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

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

"Then tell us slut !"The smutty pussy-fucker ordered,"tell us again what you were before you met us, how long you waited, FOR US to charter 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 class ... .OHHHHHH-waiting for my hymeneals ... six months to go ... I met you ... fucked me ... with your big ... black ... cocks ... !

"AGAIN !"the black fucking her pussy ordered.

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

"LOUDER BITCH !"the total darkness fucking her yelled ..."I want to cum in your kitty while you scream that shit ! !"

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

Sarah screamed it again and again while the nameless black scantling fucked her pussy, and Tom Watkins fucked her oral fissure and tits. As they wanted, she was still screaming the starting time thickset jet plane of Watkins'hot cum blasted her jolly blank nerve. She was still screaming it through cum-covered sassing when she felt the nameless studhorse's cock shooting its hot, strong seminal fluid into her no-longer pair of virginals Patrick Victor Martindale White pussy.

As Sarah basked in the afterglow of her intense deflowering, the two stud filled her in on a few point of what they wanted to do for the interview programme. Sarah was shocked by their plan, but felt compelled to cooperate.

"aid us out with this,"Watkins said,"and you'll get plenty more Negro cock ... starting tonight !"

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

"goodness girl."Watkins smiled."My boy and I are going to get some friends to serve us set up some equipment tonight. We'll be back later to get some to a greater extent of that unfermented white puss. You might want to clean this room up a slight bit."

"Yes sir."Sarah gasped, breathlessly.

The two black studs threw some wearing apparel on and left the elbow room. Sarah lay on her desk, sweating and panting for a minute before she rose on unaccented legs and surveyed the chaos of her berth. She saw a photo of her herself, her parents, and her sister, lying on the floor. She stared at her Sister's smiling face. She thought about how Becky was so despairing to forgather the Black Phallus knocker. She thought about how Becky had begged for a VIP strait to the studio the next night. Then she thought about what would go on to Becky if she had granted that postulation, and that persuasion turned her on !

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

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

"Hi, Becky. It's your babe. Look, I just wanted to apologize. I was wrong."Sarah paused for a consequence. Sarah didn't want to just come right out and say why she changed her idea ... she didn't want to say that they'd fucked her senseless, turning her from a virgin to a black-cock-loving-slut in a matter of time of day."I met with some illustration from that rap group you like. I learned a lot about blackness Phallus that I never knew before ! They made me cum… come to the conclusion that I was wrong about them. I understand now ... why you find them so ... fascinating. surety is just too soused for me to get you a VIP strait but I really want to shit sure you see this interview so I'm going to e-mail you my credit carte du jour numeral so that you can order it on pay-per-view or watch online. I'll try and get their John Hancock for you too."

Sarah thought for a minute longer. She really wanted to do better for her sister. She wanted to get her some melanise peter."Becky ... make sure you observe your phone on you that night. Maybe I can arrange something else for you. Bye for now"

billy goat McFarland wanted to cry. He'd been nursing home for 2 minute, sitting up in bed, watching some softcore porn on orbiter, fumbling uselessly with his hobble dick. It was uncommon that he ever got home before Jessica these days, so he wanted to engage advantage of the time alone by trying to get his rooster up for her. He'd been fumbling with himself for over an time of day, but couldn't manage an hard-on. He gave up and switched over to some electronic network tv set. He was still watching it when Jessica got home. She smiled at her husband, lying in bed. She did a lilliputian divest vexer for him, slowly taking off her business attire and getting down to her bra and panties. She sat on the bed, kissing him on the cheek and giving his dick a entitle squeeze. Soft and wilted.

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

"I'm sorry…"Billy 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 occasional shirt and quag, then left the sleeping room. If she couldn't piece of work on her disintegrating sex life sentence and marriage, she could work out on her consultation inquiry and research. Jessica went to her home situation, powered up her electronic computer and began studying her inquiry and query that Sarah had compiled for her. She went over questions again and again, thinking of moment and third lines of questioning. She thought of different elbow room of phrasing her questions, in grammatical case she needed to reword anything. Then she moved onto the CD and the euphony television. It was getting late, so she wanted to consolidate her fourth dimension as sound she could. She looked at the caterpillar tread listing on the CD, and marked the cart track that were on her music DVDR. She could hop-skip the those runway and watch their video later, thus saving a piffling meter ... and saving her the trouble of having to sit through any unnecessary ‘ filth ’. It was nigh to midnight when Jessica put the copy of"Only Natural"into computer and plugged in a pair of phone. Putting them on, she played the CD and began to convey bill on the lyrics. She shivered at what she heard.

Jessica knew that the CD contained sexually explicit stuff, she'd register some lyric from some of the Sung, but hadn't procured a copy of the full material until that day, when she received the CD and a DVDR music picture. Every single song on the album was sexually explicit. It wasn't just a accumulation of bad words though. The Sung on"Only Natural"described detailed acts of sex. More specifically, the Song were all about pitch-dark men having sex with white women, all form of white woman ; immature, older, single, married… mothers…daughters…sisters. Jessica was shocked when she heard this. She was even more shocked when she read the CD's lining notes. The mathematical group contended that all of the song on the CD were based on true-life experiences ! This was a particularly scandalise claim, considering the write up told in some of the Song, particularly the some of the stories that the call told.

This first song was called"sizing Department of Energy matter ”."Whiteboys cry boo-hoo"went the refrain,"but your ladies know it's true, size Department of Energy MATTER !"It was about all the stereotype of black men and abnormally orotund member. The song underscored the whole philosophy of the grouping, and demonstrated why every track on the CD was about interracial sex. Jessica immediately dismissed the song as the perpetuation of a ridiculous myth.

"mending"was about a bootleg story project in a college class, where white students had to become ‘ slaves'for black educatee for two workweek. The white female students end up becoming sex slave for black men, while the Edward White male person educatee were forced to watch. At first, Jessica thought the song was ridiculously aggressive and racist, but the outrageous story continued, Jessica began to see the rap as a brilliant political satire about wash sexual congress and the fear that many tweed have of integrating with the blackamoor community. Maybe these rappers weren't just talentless shock-happy thugs ?

As Jessica continued listening to the extortionate stories the songs told, the explicit lyric slowly started to grow on her. Many of more the birdcall seemed to be tongue in brass. Jessica decided that the Song must intended as some form of racial satire, and that the ‘ true level'claim were just part of the act, made to generate disceptation and word-of-mouth. That was why the song were so outrageous.

"Honey, I'm base"told the storey of a blanched man who comes home early, only to see his wife in bed with the black neighbour. Jessica saw this vocal as a commentary on the prejudice concern that blank people have of living in the Sami locality with blacks.

"Higher Learning"was about an suburban High schooltime that has to adjust to an influx of Afro-American student when an inner metropolis school closes. The PTA protests that the ratio of scholar to teacher will be thrown out of Libra ... but really, they just don't want blacks in their mostly white school. The birdsong goes on to distinguish how the blacken male seniors seduce all the blanched girls and the hot white-hot teachers. Jessica again saw this Sung as an development of racist awe and social comment on white flight of steps from the inner city.

"Big Boss Man"told the story of a Elwyn Brooks White man vying for a promotion. He invites his Joseph Black boss home for home-cooked gourmet dinner party. When the gaffer meets his employee's sexy albumen wife, he tells the duad that he'll give her husband the promotion, if she lets him have it away her. The married man wants to say no, but before he can, the married woman quickly agrees ! The jumbo contraband man fucks the white married woman on the dinner mesa, not bothering to eat any of the food or acquit the table first. The next week, the boss gives the promotion to another Shirley Temple Black man ... whom the white wife also happily agrees to fuck ! Jessica interpreted this song as a mocking indictment of those who wanted to give up affirmatory action.

"Spirit joint"was about a white college cheerleading police squad throwing a victory orgy for the fateful basketball game team. There was a ‘ humorous'kink at the end, when it is revealed the cheerleaders are knowingly ‘ entertaining'the rival school's squad ! Jessica had never liked jocks and air-headed cheerleaders in high school and college. Jessica was unsure what the song was trying to say, politically, but she couldn't help but smile at the idea of the slow athlete'cheerleaders ditching them for the opposing team.

Not only was Jessica now finding the satirical lyric to be insightful and amusing, she had to admit that the music itself was quite good. The impenetrable bass rhythms were firm and coursed through her organic structure, making her want to dance, or at to the lowest degree move with the music. Jessica burned the remaining songs to her MP3 player and then switched over to listening to them on it, so that she could get up out of her chair and move around the room.

Jessica let the steady, unforgiving beat overtake her, and began to dance as the music continued. It had been a farsighted clip since she'd been able to go out dancing. She felt exhilarated… maybe even… a little excite. The lyrics still played through the medicine, but Jessica was enraptured with the pulsing bass that she barely heard them…at to the lowest degree not on a witting level. The lyrics barely mattered any more, Jessica was concentrating on the cycle of the bass coursing through her body. She barely noticed the more shocking note the songs began to take. 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 music videos, and that she'd wanted to skip it.

'' jigaboo In The Wood Pile '', the side by side path, was an even more humorous song than the premature ones. Using medicine samples from the old cockamamy love Sung dynasty,"You're Having My sister ”, It told the report about a man witnessing the birth of 'his'first-class honours degree nipper. When the child is born, its black, and the married man discovers that his loving wife has been fucking a black man !

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

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

"Hot albumen mum"was about the plight of a"sweet Whitney Moore Young Jr. white wife"to have a baby, and how she finally realizes that if she wants to be bred properly, she has to take a Black lover !

"The wrecker"is about a family on holiday when their car happy chance down. A Black tow-truck device driver shows up and seduced the female parent and teenage girl, then drives off with both of them, abandoning the father/husband in the desert, with the broken-down car.

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

'' Who You Daddy Now ? '' About a snobby, anti-Semite Andrew Dickson White college miss who is angry that her parents'spousal relationship is ending because of her mother's affair with a black man. The black man moves into the business firm and has to maintain his authority over the lady friend showing her just why her mother left her father for him.

"Man Of The mansion"told the tale of a black drifter who is taken in by a in force Christian conservative sept, and how within a week he seduced both of the sept's Twin girl. When the parents walk in on the sud doing both girls at once, the male parent is outraged, but the wife is so turned on she joins in !

The last track was the title data track,"Only Natural ”. Again, Jessica was enjoying the music so a good deal that she failed to notice that this birdcall was featured in one of her music videos, and that she'd intended to skip it. The birdcall underscored the philosophy of black manly intimate superiority and potency, from the angle of ‘ natural pick ’. Black men were the alpha males, and had the ‘ rude'right to breed any adult female they wanted. The Sung contended that bass down, every woman knew, accepted, and wanted this ... especially white women. Every woman, even married women, even if they had to be forced into it, wanted to be fucked by black men. It was ‘ only born ’.

By the end of the cobbler's last track, Jessica was sweating, and her entire dead body was tingling. She realized that after workweek of being untouched, the sexually explicit lyric of"Negroid Phallus"had aroused her. She needed nightstick, and she needed him…immediately. She threw clear the doorway to her bureau and went to her bedroom. billy club 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 earlobe. nightstick muttered something about being too tired… Jessica fought back tears. She needed gratification, and she needed it… immediately !

Jessica walked quickly back to her spot, unsure of what to do with herself. Her head was swimming with confusion…and lecherousness. She glanced at her research ... no…there was no way she could concentrate…she was just too injure up… but she had to try. Jessica saw the music video on her desk and grabbed the deed that attracted her attention earlier… something called"Andrew Dickson 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 videos into her computer. Not wanting to ignite Billy, she plugged her headphones back into the computer and sat down at her desk to see the TV. Within seconds, the heavy pounding of the bass voice coursed through her organic structure, again igniting a fire that no cold shower was going to dowse…

Jessica's big blue eye locked onto the CRT screen as the first images flickered to life. What happened next was like an out of body experience… Jessica couldn't have stopped what was happening, even if she wanted too… or realized she was doing. The"White marriage ceremony, Blacked Brides"music video seemed to be a series of vignette about Bridget ditching their hostler on their wedding day, so they could be with black men. The video opened with chimes playing Mendelsohn's wedding March, before being broken into by a throbbing percussive basso meter, and a female chorus chiming the watchword"I Do"repeatedly.

The opening scene showed the rappers standing on a degree interchangeable to those one would see in a landing strip social club, complete with provocative exotic dancers. The backcloth were of backlit stained glassful ‘ walls ’, evocative of church building Windows. The dancers were all young white woman, wearing assorted skimpy rig evocative of a bridal motif. All the missy were slender, with full tit and long, shining hair. Each girl wore a bridal veil of some sort, White person high-heels, and some lean white lingerie. One young woman, a blond, was wearing a lace bustier and panties. Another young woman, a brunette, wore a lacey bra and panty and long, white satin boxing glove. A third girl, a redhead, wore a lacey bra and G-string pantie, with a garter belt and fishnet stockings. The other girls in the backcloth were similarly attired.

The girls danced with the aid of 'stripper terminal', exchangeable to those view in strip golf club. Jessica noted that the perch were painted a plenteous, disconsolate Venetian red Brown University and were highly polished. As the miss danced, gyrated, and slid up and down the polished brown poles, they mouthed the words to the `` I Do '' refrain. As the refrain ended, the photographic camera cut to a close-up of one of the blonde. She turned her big blue eyes directly into the tv camera and sang the words `` I Do ... I Do inkiness Men, And Only blackamoor Men '' !

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

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

The scene changes to the sunny outside of the church as the Saint Bride and stableboy emerge to a cascade of Elmer Reizenstein or birdseed from all many of the marriage client. They rush to the limo, where the groom 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 bootleg deal reaches out, and closes the door. The groom and the wedding ceremony node stand, stunned, on the church step, as the limousine speeds away with the new Saint Bridget. The common"Just Married"polarity has been replaced with a sign that says"Just Blacked !"

The camera cuts to the DoI of the limo, to a close down up of B-Love rapping while riding in the back. The camera pulls back to reveal the beautiful bride on her stifle, between B-Love 's bare black leg. She is apparently giving him viva sex. Her principal bobs up and down in his lap, and blonde tresses and embryonic membrane bounce gently with her movements. Her head bobsled are timed perfectly with the music 's beat.

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A tremble went up Jessica 's acantha when she saw that scene. She wanted to be offended by such a vociferous contempt of the institution and church property of marriage. Instead, the daring of the video excited her, and she found herself continually enraptured by the action on the screen door, and the sweetie pulse of the bass that vibrated through her body. So captivated by the events on the screen, she'd stopped taking notation. Unconsciously, Jessica dropped one hand under her desk, and between her peg, resting her paw on her groin.

The chorus began again, and the conniption shifted back to the 'stripper'background. This clip it ended on a close up different dancer, the redheader. Like the blonde, she looks directly into the camera, unflinching, and mouths the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only Joseph Black Men ''.

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This meter, the mount is a large and expensive looking reception hall. It 's a different wedding, with a different stableboy, and this time the bride is the redhead. We see the bride and stableboy in the response crease, greeting their guests. A large bleak man comes up to the St. Bridget and smiles seductively, taking her deal and kissing it, the pulling her to him and kissing her deeply, running his with child Negroid deal over her white-satin-clad breasts. Her eyes widen in shock momentarily, before she closes them dreamily. The groom stands, staring, shocked at this doings. He puts his hand on his wife's berm and attempt to root for her away ... but she slaps his script, without stopping the osculation. He tries again and the black man, still kissing the Saint Bride, grabs the hubby's face and shoves him backwards, knocking him to the floor. Then, as all the guests stare in impact, the black stud picks up the bride and carries her away. She tosses her corsage over his unsubtle shoulders and a petite, tan blonde maid of honor catches it. The missy holds the posy and a look around confused ... then sees another pitch-black stud. This one is grinning at her ! She smiles shyly as he approaches, takes her handwriting, and leads her out of the room behind the bride and her pitch-dark macho-man ! The bouquet falls to the floor, and the prospect cuts back to the dancing-brides, again ending with a close-up on yet another bride, mouthing the words `` I Do Black Men, And Only inkiness Men ''.

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Jessica almost instinctively let her finger's breadth snake down the movement of her slacks ... inside ... and began to gently rub herself in clip with the music. It was such a natural reply, she didn't even observation she was doing it.
Jessica 's detrition became more frantic as she watched the next sketch Begin ...

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This vignette shows this jolly white bride dancing with her stableman. A inkiness stud walks up behind the ostler, staring at the somewhat Saint Bridget lustfully. The stud, never breaking his bold stare into the bride's oculus, taps the bridegroom on the shoulder and indicates that he would like to trip the light fantastic toe with the Saint Bride. The ostler seems to object at low gear, but the bride smiles at the he-man, and gently pushes the bridegroom away. The mordant stud pulls her close for the dancing, we see her eyes widen and glance down ... we see the black he-man grinning ... There is another cut, this fourth dimension to a wide snap of the saltation floor, full phase of the moon of dancer. We see the groom, wandering around, obviously looking for his Saint Bride, who does not seem to be anywhere on the dance story. The photographic camera pans across the crew, and focuses on an out-of-the way doorway. We cut to a finis up of the door. There we see the beautiful Bridget, pinned against the bulwark, her immense white bird hitched up around her waist, while the black scantling thrusting against her mercilessly ... all in time with the round of the music…

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Jessica was also keeping time with the music. Now the pretty, undersexed journalist in the wide cam stroke of love, so enthrall with the television that she was barely aware of her own existence… let alone cognisant of how licentiously she was masturbating as she watched the video ! Her side was flush, as she writhed in her chair, frantically rubbing her snatch while watching the natural process unfold. Her nimble white fingers probed deeper and deeper into the folds of her pink snatch, rubbing her button methodically… staying in round with the music. It was a miracle her centre even managed to stay undefendable and focus on the action, but focus they did. She bit her lip and began to quietly moan as the succeeding vignette played ... and the next ... and the side by side.

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Every scenario was the same ... a beautiful white bride ditches her White ostler for some total darkness stud.

We see a white bride and groom posing with while cutting the wedding cake. The groom lovingly feeds his Bride a bite of cake. There is a inglorious waiter standing behind him, staring at the Bridget ... she meets his gaze, and sucks the white icing off her groom's finger. Then she holds up a piece of cake for the groom. As he tries to bite his patty, she shoves it into his face. While the groom is wiping frosting out of his eyes, the black server whisks the bride and the cake out of response hall and into the kitchen ... with the ignominious kitchen stave stare at the twosome hungrily. The shot cuts to the bride's expensive white dress prevarication in a slew on the filthy kitchen floor. The photographic camera pans up to show the St. Bridget lying across the kitchen's planning table. She wears nothing but a few strategically placed cytosmear of bloodless cake ice. She writhes in rapture as several twain of large black hands smear Sir Thomas More cake icing all over her milky white tegument. The television camera circles the board as a large, half-naked contraband men surround the writhing Elwyn Brooks White Saint Bridget and begin licking the frosting off her naked body. The camera stops between the St. Bride's legs ... but the view of her pussy is blocked by a black man's bald head ! She rests her lily-white hand, with its shining wedding ring, on the contraband man's bald-headed heading !

Another vignette shows a jolly blonde, sitting at the banquet mesa with her groom. The groom is talking to his topper man, and completely ignoring his beautiful new bride. A slightly disheveled bridesmaid taps the Brigid on the shoulder and whispers in her ear. The Bridget's eyes widen, and she smiles. Without saying a countersign to her married man, the bride gets up and follows her bride's maid out of the room, down the hall, to a binding room. Opening the door, she finds 3 black men groping her maid-of-honor. The bride smiles and spell to the bride's housemaid who led her to the elbow room ... she's already stripping out of her pink clothes. The bride turns back momentarily, looking down the hall to the banquet room. She can see her groom at the tabular array ... he looks down the Charles Francis Hall ... briefly making eye contact. He waves for her to come back. She turns away from him and enters the room, slamming the threshold behind her ! The camera shows several warm cuts of hand ( mordant men's hands and ovalbumin womanhood's hand ) ripping the white night-robe from the bride's lovely tan body.

Another sketch shows a bride adjusting her veil in front of a mirror. The room access of her stuffing way opens. She turns to see a well-favored black janitor entering the room, apparently thinking it was empty. Seeing the Bridget sitting there, the janitor pauses for a instant, smiling at the endearing tweed lady friend. An enormous bulge rises in the privates of his cover-alls ... the bride's eyes widen and she smiles and blush. The janitor, seeing her reaction, smiles too, and shuts the door of the fecundation room. We cut to wedding party in the straw man of the church building, waiting for the Saint Brigid so they can get the ceremonial. A beautiful woman, presumably the St. Bridget's mother, walkway to the changing way to get her daughter. She knocks on the doorway ... and it suddenly jerks outdoors to disclose her beautiful whitened girl on her knees ( back to the camera ) kneeling in movement of a black-market man in her full espousal scrubs ! The mother stares for a present moment, before another black man, who was standing behind the door grabs her and tangle her into the room.

This next vignette featured a fresh-faced brunette, being carried across the room access of her honeymoon retinue. The groom kisses her ... she nods towards the bed and grin ... The groom holds up a finger, indicating they should expect, and that he wants to learn a shower down first of all. The bride hornpout, while the bridegroom steps into the bathroom. Then there is a smash at the room access. It 's one of the hotel employees, a handsome black man, with a complimentary bottle of bubbly. The Saint Bridget smiles and lets him in ... he looks around, wondering where the bridegroom is. The bride indicates the bathroom. The shameful stud looks at the fill up bathroom door ... and back at the bride. He smiles. The camera pans up the bride 's consistence, ending on her beautiful fount ... she 's smiling, coyly biting her down in the mouth lip and shuffling her infantry under her attire.

The following dead reckoning was made from a suspiciously low angle, showing the stableboy coming out of the bathroom, toweling off ... he looks in the direction of the camera, and his jaw drops. The tv camera pulls back ... now we see the groom in the background. In the foreground, on either side of the projection screen, are the bride 's legs sticking straight up in the air, bouncing up and down in time with the music. Suddenly, the blackened man rises from between the girl 's branch, blocking our view of the stableman. He continues thrusting into the girlfriend, in time with her leg bounciness, and the metre of the sea bass. We ca n't see any action below his waist, but he is bare his powerful total darkness torso effulgence with sweat. He takes a swig of Champagne from the bottle. Then he pours some down ... apparently over the St. Brigid. All the while, he continues thrusting, in metre with the music 's metre. The Saint Bride's lily clean paw run up over his bureau, and around his shoulders and cervix as he dives back into action, out of the camera shot. The stableman is revealed again ... now he 's crying.

Irony can be a sickening thing.

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

Jessica McFarland 's oculus bolted assailable, as she shot up from her death chair, quickly pulling her hand from her pantie ... and found herself looking at a confused, and shocked husband. Billy stood in the non-white hallway, just beyond the open doorway of Jessica's office, his eyes glancing from his wife to the screen of her computer, and back again. The look on his brass perfectly matched that of the teary-eyed groom in the honeymoon suite.

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

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

That scuttlebutt alarmed Jessica. She had n't been aware she was moaning. For that matter, she hadn't really been aware she was masturbating until billy club walked in and interrupted her. Now that she stood facing him, she began to realize how close she had been to what would deliver been an earth-shattering sexual climax. baton's unexpected comer had prevented that, though. Her kitty still tingled…begging for attention, but at that bit, Jessica couldn't be concerned with finishing what she'd started. She was just too block.

truncheon continued `` I wondered what was going on ... I guess I found out, did n't I ? '' truncheon cried ... the room was n't very light, but Jess swore she could fix out bust on billy goat 's face. `` I ca n't believe it ... in here, masturbating, watching that filth ! ``

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

But that was Billy 's entire trouble. The bleak men at work were treating him like shit ... now he found his married woman masturbating to the mental image of muscular black men and white woman in a music video. It was more than he could support.

'' It 's a bunch of god shucks nigga ! '' Billy blurted. Normally he would never use such racist spoken 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 tempestuous. This was a side of nightstick that she really did n't like.

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

'' THAT 'S adequate ! '' Jessica yelled. Now she was mad. `` I 'm sick and tired of you wallowing in your own self-pity ! I came to you twice tonight, begging you for sex ... BEGGING ! You turned away, both times ! 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 words left Jessica 's back talk, she regretted them. She wished she could take them back, but she could n't, it was too belated. billystick 's eyes widened with anger ... or revere ... or gloominess. He turned away and went to the bedroom, slamming the room access behind him, before Jessica could say anything.

The full realization of what had just happened suddenly hit Jessica hard, and she felt spue to her stomach. Her last comments left her sate with guilty conscience. Why had she screamed at him like that ? That was so dreadful ! She was so ashamed of what she 'd been doing. Jessica looked at the computing device proctor. The video had ended. She had no estimate what the finale view 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-bodied to concentrate on work. It was nearly 1am and she needed to be at the studio apartment by 8am the side by side day and realized that she had to go to bed. She realized that if she went to the bedchamber with her husband, no uncertainty they'd be up half the Nox talking. As a lot as she wanted to sort out things out with truncheon, tomorrow Night was the big interview, and she needed to get some sleep. Jessica decided to sleep on the sofa in her home plate position. She grabbed a blanket from the linen paper wardrobe and a bottle of piss before stripping down to her underclothing and lying down on the couch.

As Jessica lay her pass down on her pillow and closed her center, thoughts and self-doubt swam through her commonplace mind. Her man and wife had sunken to a new low. Not only had she not been informal with her husband in calendar month, but now she was n't even able to kip future to him. Was she being selfish ? Had she been neglecting Billy all this time ? Was that why he could n't talk to her about his problem ... why he was so stressed out ? Was it really all her fault ? Had she been so concenter on her calling lately, that she 'd been neglecting her husband 's problems ? If so then that meant she 'd be able-bodied to decoct on her personal life after the future night 's audience with Negroid Phallus.

Jessica smiled as she drifted off to sleep. She resolved that things would change ... after she got through the interview. Yes ... after the interview, thing would be different !

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The church was full of faceless guests.

The stableman stood at the altar ...

The bride stood in her medical dressing room, adjusting her veil in the gravid standing mirror ...

The black man stepped into the frame of her thoughtfulness. He was tall and muscular ; he placed a large ebony hand on the Saint Bride 's shoulder.

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

The guests'headway turned too check the bride 's approach.

The bride watches in the mirror as two large black handwriting circle from behind her, tearing her carefully beaded ovalbumin corset to shreds. White off-white and beads fall through the air slowly ... bouncing and rolling on the floor ...

The black man 's hands slide over the newly exposed flannel belly of the bride ... and over her full white breasts.

The ostler taps his ft, raises his hand up and looks at his watch.

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

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

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

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Jessica bolted erect in the bed, her good white chest heaved in her bra as she gasped for air. Just a dream ... It was almost 9 am. She decided she 'd amend assume a coldness exhibitioner and get to work and educate for the evening 's interview.

When Jessica got into the shower, she made sure to crank the inhuman H2O up high. For some reason her hide felt like it was on fervor. It wasn't pain, it was an extraordinary sensitiveness, one that could only be attributed to a heightened res publica of sexual latent hostility. This was the same sexual tensity that had been building up through weeks and calendar week of sexlessness. This was the same tautness that had led her to masturbate the previous evening, while watching Black Phallus's explicit video. It was the same intimate tension that had led her to shout out at Billy…and give her that direful incubus. How could she masturbate while watching that television ? How could she dream about herself as one of those brides…cheating on Billy ? And why did that dream make her Wake Island up so horny ?

Thanks to her ambition, her guilt was in full gear. She tried to cue herself that she'd been trying to initiate lovemaking with Billy for months, but her own fearful Word kept coming back to frequent her. How could she feature said those awesome things to him ? The more she thought about it, the more convert she became that Billy 's impotence was somehow her flaw. He must throw felt neglected by her Recent career focus, or maybe threatened by her Holocene epoch success. But in any case, she was going to fix it !

As the moth-eaten water cascaded over her perfect egg white eubstance, Jessica planned her even. After the consultation, they would go out for a decent, quieten, romantic dinner, somewhere secluded. When they got home, Jessica would give billystick a nice massage. After that, she was sure he 'd be nice and relaxed, and then she 'd initiate lovemaking. To make indisputable it would n't give way, she 'd pop off by giving him oral sex. unwritten sex was something Jessica rarely did. She found the thought of taking a penis in her oral fissure 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, she could molt her clothing right in front line of him, and let him see what she had planned. The lingerie set she chose was her sexiest set, something she 'd bought on sale at the Hidden Closet lingerie computer memory, and had been saving it for her day of remembrance. The set was entirely made of black satin and lace, and was composed of a demi-bra, thong panties, a matching garter whack, and a pair of melanise thigh-high hose stockings.

As she dressed in the ensemble, she admired her observation in her uncut mirror. The fatal lace and satin complimented her fair complexion beautifully. The bra lifted and separated her firm, 36c breasts, without binding her material body. The panties rode her pelvis creating a French-cut V in the straw man, while leaving her beautiful round flannel ass exposed with the thong back. The supporter complimented the bra and step-in set, and the thigh-high mordant hosepipe gave the sexiness of fishing net stockings, without looking unprofessional under a wench. Jessica found a sexy, yet tasteful black wench and sport coat that could be worn on-air for the evening's audience and then to dinner at a decent eating house afterwards. By the prison term Jessica was completely dressed, he-goat was already up. They bumped into each former in the kitchen ...

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

Billy smiled half-heartedly at his wife. She 'd been very hurtful to him hold out night, but she always had such a sweet voice. It was always seemed both girlishly inexperienced person and seductively throaty at the same time.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh. '' Billy muttered. `` Those ... rappers. '' Billy felt his blood scratch to boil.

'' Yes. '' Jessica said sheepishly. She knew that was the wrongfulness thing to say. Her guiltiness over the premature night took clench again ... again casting herself as the neglectful wife. It was bad enough that this assignment had taken so much of her attention lately, but then for him to beguile her masturbating to one of their videos ... And what a TV ... it was practically pornographic ! Then there was the hypothesis of that 'publicity stunt'KNEN had warned her about. Jessica was n't about to let them restrain her, but she thought she had better warn nightstick.

'' Billy '' Jessica started, `` I have to interview those goon 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 conceive it will be too bad ... '' Jessica said, adopting a conciliatory spirit, `` but they might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... null unsafe, but something you might not care. The electronic network really wants this interview, they 're ready for it ... and I might have to go along with it, for the sake of the appearance. ``

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

Jessica looked at her husband lovingly, and kissed him. In bitchiness of the awful things she 'd said to him the night before, he still wanted to give her his love and funding.

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

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

'' Look, '' Jessica grinned, playfully running a hand over her husband 's shoulders. `` I know things have been unmanageable 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 get laid that I 'm planning something special for you tonight ! ``

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

'' I ca n't tell you, it 's a surprise ! '' Jess whispered coyly. `` But rest assured, after tonight 's interview is done, there 's not going to be anymore confusion about where my affections lie ! You're going to see a hale new position 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 plans for that evening's show. It was established that Jessica would represent a piffling background signal data on the group, and enter each of the euphony videos before conducting the interview with Black genus Phallus. Jessica was glad of this. Due to all the mountain with Billy the former evening she hadn't been able to catch all the videos. Seeing the video recording before the interview would give her the opportunity to prepare Thomas More questions. The sole genuine trouble Jessica now had was that her supporter didn't appear to be in the studio.

Normally, Sarah was there, waiting for Jessica with a bright smile and a umber, water, or juice. This was not the casing today. It was almost noontide before Sarah finally did register up, and when she arrived she looked and acted very strangely. Like most of the crew, Sarah was usually nervous on broadcast daylight, but today she seemed worsened. She wasn't just nervous, she seemed agitated and distracted. Jessica noticed this doings, but remembered her discussion with Sarah the previous day. Sarah thought the rapper were filthy and disgusting, and feared what kind of ‘ promotional material stunt'they might extract in the studio. Sarah was no doubt extra unquiet 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 banal and her dress also seemed untidy, and Jessica soon realized Sarah was wearing the same wearing apparel she had worn the previous day ! Had the poor young woman not slept ? When they had a few minutes, Jessica took the chance to mouth with her vernal friend and assistant.

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

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

"Well,"Jessica raised an eyebrow,"I mean you were late getting in this forenoon, and you seem a minuscule cark today. Are you certainly you're O.K. ? Are those.. aren't those the Sami dress you wore yesterday ?"

"Oh, yeah"Sarah smiled,"I had a rough night hold out Night. Up kind 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 broadcast days.

"well, I was helping lightlessness member test their equipment for tonight, think back ?"Sarah smiled weakly"We were getting busy most of the dark ... I mean ... busy nigh of the Night, getting things ready !"

"Oh, of course, Sarah, I'm so sorry, I forgot about that. I hope they weren't too hard on you ? You should give birth gotten some male child from technology to help out."

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

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

"Oh,"Sarah nodded, looking blankly into Jessica's big blue heart,"it went a lot upright than I expected. I learned a lot about the radical, and I have a all new respect for what they're doing."

"Really ?"Jessica was shocked to get a line how very much Sarah's opinion had changed. Jessica had been surprised by her own use of the medicine, but would never experience believed her cautious, demure untested supporter would have got been able to look past the airfoil of the lyric. When Sarah had first learned that Black person Phallus would be featured on the program, she'd been disgusted. The idea that Sarah had gained any respect for that kind of group made Jessica more than a little singular."How ? I mean ..."

"fountainhead,"Sarah smiled and rushed through a diversionary solution,"it would call for a long clock time to explicate and I don't think we have time. I think they need you in make up, then they're going to need to set up the ignitor, so you'd better get going ! And don't let yourself get dehydrated, you know what those lights are like !"Sarah's last-place comment was made as she steered Jessica towards the dressing room and thrust a unfermented water bottleful 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 time. Sarah was properly, Jessica needed to be made up and prepped for the interview. The accuracy would have to look until another day.

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Within the hour, Jessica was at the anchor desk, going over her while the set's engineers busied themselves around her. After blackness Phallus's lighting penchant had been programmed in the late even, the studio apartment lighting needed to be reconfigured to best light Jessica McFarland's delicate porcelain features. As she sat under the changing studio light, Jessica couldn't help but feel like the lights were hotter than rule. Certainly, studio lighting always put out a lot of estrus, but tonight the lights'heat seemed especially spartan. Jessica found herself drinking feeding bottle after feeding bottle of ice water. Sarah fluttered around her nervously, making certain that Jessica never ran out of the pee 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 substance that provoked acute sexual rousing in women, with some liquid"e"XTC mixed in for quicker results.

"Sarah ?"Jessica asked her supporter, as she was handed her fourth feeding bottle of water,"Does it appear warm in here to you ?"

"What…"Sarah babbled nervously,"well, yes. I mean, of trend 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 dismiss her supporter's strange behavior,"it seems lovesome than usual. Why don't you check with the floor handler ? I think the AC needs to be turned up."

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

"Really ?"Jessica raised an eyebrow and took a swig from her weewee nursing bottle."I can translate firing and sound, and even camera work, but the temperature ? Those Black phallus guy rope seem a bit domineering."

"Yes…"Sarah replied quietly, carefully watching the pee level in Jessica's current nursing bottle,"I learned that shoemaker's last night. They like to take utter ascendance of everything !"

"Oh well…"Jessica sighed and stretched her neck. Leaning back, she closed her oculus and took a deep hint as she fanned herself with her notation cards."I hope we can get this over with soon. I'm burning up with this heat. How much farseeing ‘ til we start ?"Jessica finished her bottle of water.

Sarah smiled and immediately handed Jessica another bottle."Not much longer now I think. It's about xlv proceedings ‘ til broadcast time. The guy from tech are setting up and checking the webcast software."

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

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

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

"commodity, I'm glad they're actually here. I'd hate to go last tonight with null to picture the populace !"

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

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

Sarah giggled,"I don't think our viewers are going to beware a shiny face !"Jessica shot her help a beat look. Sarah immediately spoke again,"…but I'll go find a make up person right away !"With that Sarah dashed away from Jessica McFarland as quickly as possible, trying desperately to stifle a laugh.

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There was a sense of cracking expectancy on the air, and as the hour of the interview approached, the tension in the studio apartment's atmosphere got higher and higher. Jessica found herself getting very nervous, more so than formula for one of her interviews. For one thing, Billy still had n't arrived in the studio apartment, like he said he would be. She could n't reckon where he 'd got to. He knew where the studio apartment 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 aflutter DOE and countless bottleful of piddle resulted in a much needed lav break. She returned from her break minutes before the broadcast, and the tension of the studio was even stronger than before she'd left. 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 Black Phallus would almost certainly take advantage of the uncensored consultation segment to represent some kind of provocative publicity stunt. It could be almost anything ... and the electronic network would likely air it, and that was what made Jessica particularly spooky. It was a common sense of nerves that Jessica knew that the whole staff of"The Whole verity"news program program shared. That shared nervousness was demonstrated when the make-up girl spilled a bottle of basis constitution down the strawman of Jessica's black blazer… with simple instant to air sentence !

The missy was very excusatory,"I'm so sorry Ms. McFarland ... soul bumped into me and I lost my grip on the bottle !"

Indeed, Jessica had seen a black crewmember walk by just as heather mixture was opening the make-up bottleful. funny remark, her crew wasn't normally this clumsy. The set director quickly summoned wardrobe to bring another blazer for Jessica ASAP. Before Jessica could protest, she was being stripped out of her black top by the fussy hired hand of a wardrobe creative person ! This was particularly stymy since the nigrify blazer that Jessica had worn that evening was a unsympathetic jacket with a very high school neckline. As such, it had not needed a blouse under it, and Jessica had not have on one ! Jessica's sexy black"Hidden closet"demi-bra was unceremoniously exposed to all middle in the studio ! Jessica didn't like the looks she was getting from the crew, even if it was for just a second. This was a brisk consequence that she did not necessitate to go through right before an interview.

"Lets fuss people, we've got 3 minute to air !"A spokesperson buzzed over the intercommunication system, from the sound booth.

The closet lady friend immediately started helping Jessica into a new sports coat, while the shuffling up fille finished her job. The women worked briskly and busily around Jessica's face and trunk. Jessica could barely see what was going on below her neckline, though she was cognizant that the make up female child was smearing some access stem across Jessica's cleavage. Then, in a heartbeat, the shuffling up girl and wardrobe girl were gone.

"One minute people !"The manager called.

Jessica looked down to see if she needed to do any quick preening, and was shocked by the heap of her new jacket ! The jacket was a glorious royal blue color, with a black pinch, but no lapels. There was also a mordant convention going up the sides, to stress Jessica's hourglass build. The trouble was that the jacket had a"U"shaped neckline about six in all-embracing, and ending in the midsection of Jessica's dresser. The interior decorator crown would give birth looked very professional if Jessica was wearing a blouse under it, but since Jessica had no blouse, the jacket exposed a generous amount of the inner portion of Jessica's milky Edward Douglas White Jr. breasts, and even a bit of her inglorious demi-bra's nerve center ! The closet little girl had given her the wrong kind of jacket !

"Hey !"Jessica called out,"I need a blouse, or a dissimilar jacket ! fast ! Wardrobe !"

"Sorry, that's all we could find !

"I've got a unornamented crownwork in my berth"Jessica offered,"if you could send someone ..."

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


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Backstage, in the unripened Room, one of the VIP wait room down the hall from the studio, he-goat McFarland sat in a vauntingly overstuffed chair and anxiously waited for his wife's news syllabus to start. The room was luxurious ... with subdued lighting, rich furnishings, and a fully stocked complimentary collation and drink bar, with a refrigerator. The paries of the room were paneled in mahogany and decorated with African tribal masque. One wall featured a built-in plasma HDTV monitor, permanently set to KNEN. In nastiness of the princely surroundings, Billy was highly agitated.

He'd arrived late, been hassled by security downstairs. It shouldn't have been a problem, if these had been the Saami guy wire that normally carded him on his way into the edifice. But since he didn't normally on Saturdays, the Saturday good afternoon security department crew was unfamiliar with him. He was certainly unfamiliar with them… they looked more like bouncers for some inkiness nightclub. In any character, these Guy insisted on scanning truncheon's ID.

"Sorry Sir,"one of the burly black-market officers shrugged, handing billy goat his card,"but this ID doesn't appear to be valid."

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

The guard swiped the wit through the reviewer again… looked at his calculator screen and shrugged again."Sorry sir, you don't seem to be in the system."

These guys claimed to cause problems scanning his ID. billystick knew it was bullshit. These blackened bastards were giving him fuss because he was a Caucasian guy."I don't have time for this crap, I have to get to the studio !"

The second smutty guard stepped in front of billy club, blocking his path. Billy couldn't avail but back away in fear of the giant, muscled black man."No sir, we can't let you in without a pass."

The guard took 20 arcminute to ‘ verify Billy's identity'with the security part. They didn't pain apologizing. As Billy pushed past the beefy fatal guards, he shouted that that his wife was Jessica McFarland, and that he was going to own them fired for the way they treated him. This didn't produce the result that truncheon expected ... the fuckers just laughed at him !

Billy was getting into the elevator when the guards shouted their answer for everybody in the lobby to hear ..."BITCH, A delicately woman like Jessica McFarland wouldn't let a limp-dicked whiteboy like him anywhere near her !"They laughed.

That struck a mettle ... billystick choked on his rage as the elevator doors closed and the laugh echoed through the lobby. No matter. By Monday dawning, they wouldn't be laughing anymore.

By the meter Billy got to the floor where the studio was, the program had started. The studio security measure, another pair of shameful muscle-builder chucker-out case, refused to countenance him into the studio, now that the programme was in advance. Instead, Billy was escorted to the common room and told to determine the broadcast from there.

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Becky davenport trembled in nervous prediction as she anxiously watched the screen and waited for the appearance to depart. She couldn't believe she was actually going to be able to watch the audience on television !

Becky had called her baby Sarah a couple of days earlier, hoping to get a VIP pass to visit the studio apartment that night and actually match the group. Sarah, as Becky had feared, refused, saying that the grouping was not appropriate to for Becky to even listen to, and she wouldn't be responsible for exposing Becky to Sir Thomas More of their ‘ foulness ’. Becky had cried and begged, but her babe would not relent. Becky's friend Lauren had invited Becky to a sleep political party to watch the interview on Laura's information processing system with some of their ally, but Becky's ridiculously conservative parents wouldn't allow her to sleep over at a friend's house on a schooling nighttime ! 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 consultation, Becky woke to find a voice-mail on her cell telephone set. The content was from Sarah, apologizing and giving Becky her credit card figure so that Becky could order the interview on pay-per-view or the web-cast. Becky was thrilled ! She already knew her parents wouldn't be place that night so she had the whole house ... and the big TV in the support room ... all to herself. That night was one of the rarefied occasion that Becky's overprotective parents left her home alone. Her father, was at his mid-week Christian church confluence. Her mother was at her monthly book-club get-together. She was actually going to be able to do it ! She was going to be able to watch over the consultation with Black Phallus, her preferred music chemical group. She just hoped it was over before one of her parents got home !

The young redheaded woodpecker's little white men were trembling with so practically excitement and apprehension that she could barely dial the telephone set number for the pay-per-view service. A feeling of prickly oestrus tingled through the White person adolescent's back and shoulders as she registered her Sister's credit circuit board entropy. Then Becky davenport sat back on the keep way couch, all alone in her house, watching the boob tube intently, as the opening rubric of"The Whole Truth"played on the CRT screen and the syllabus she'd so desperately wanted to see began.


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

Jessica turned to camera two to introduce the night's narration, briefly wincing as she caught a glimpse of herself in the monitor. The intimate one-half of each of her full, milky white breasts were clearly seeable. She looked like a dear margin call girl, so some form of porno-film reading of herself. She tried to ignore her plight and concentrated on the story.

"Tonight we have ‘ The Whole Truth'about ‘ total darkness penis ’, America's most controversial, and well-nigh popular, underground rap group. Their first record album, ‘ Only Natural'has already sold over a million written matter in the few month its been released, thanks to label-direct internet cut-rate sale. Their medicine is heard in night clubs and teenagers'suite across the country."

Jessica could barely boil down on the language scrolling up the teleprompter screen. The heat of the studio sparkle on her bare bureau was a constant reminder of how a good deal of her cleavage was on display for the camera and US to see. Jessica positioned her munition in a way that she hoped blocked the camera's perspective 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 idiot box, and banned from some record memory board'shelf ! The reason for this is because some in the authorities and the media title that the group is simply too obscene to be broadcast. Black genus Phallus's lyrics are sexually explicit and racially charged. Likewise, their videos have never been seen on television because of the intimate content and allegedly offensive nature. Some music electronic network officials have gone so far as to label the videos as being adult or racist."

Jessica paused briefly as she caught another glimpse of herself in a studio monitor. She was distressed to see that the way she had positioned her weapon failed to blot out the cleavage that her jacket was exposing. In fact, it seemed that as she moved her subdivision around attempting to find a more pocket-size pose, everything she did seemed to evince off her cleavage even more. Jessica's eyes darted between the prompter and the monitor as she continued trying to incur a more professional posture and read the teleprompter at the Saami time.

"lightlessness phallus claims that the use of such extreme content in their medicine is meant to convey their deeply-held political doctrine about democratic ideas and societal values. In short, they make the age-old call of every controversial artist ... that their controversial material is artistically justified freedom of expression. They point out early so-called ‘ explicit'songs that are given radio and telecasting play and ask why they are singled out for ill. The radical claims that they are victims of racism. They claim that that they are being censored because their music is perceived as a terror to the blank establishment. They say that there are some in white United States that wants their representative silenced. Tonight, exclusively on KNEN pay-per-view and KNEN's web simulcast, our viewers will determine just what Black Phallus wants them to acknowledge !"

The nerves in Jessica's vocalisation could barely be disguised. In her attempt to overcompensate herself in front man of the television camera while reading the teleprompter, she was allowing herself to turn rattled. Jessica knew that if she appeared to lack self-confidence, it would be bad for her television presentation and disastrous for her audience. She abandoned her attempts to find a more demure photographic camera angle and concentrated on reading the teleprompter.

"Are they artists victimized by a racist establishment ? Are they simply vulgar porn merchant ?
Decide for yourselves after seeing my revealing interview tonight ! But first gear, we're going to indicate you the picture that the music video communication channel won't. All this, and more, after a legal brief rift, for our sponsors."

Jessica shivered a piffling as she read those last communication channel off the teleprompter. She 'd been so focused on the consultation, 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 ! store of watching the video the previous night ... and the force that they'd had on her worried her. She hoped ... prayed ... that the videos wouldn't stir her up the way they'd done the other night ... not here ... not now ... on the air.

Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby monitoring device ... she was sweating a little ... and her milky Patrick Victor Martindale White breasts were heaving obscenely. She had to get herself under control. She guzzled the bottleful of water under her desk ... and quickly opened another, downing half of it quickly.

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Billy sat stunned during the commercial rift. What the blaze were they making his Jessica clothing ? Her mammilla were almost completely exposed by the crownwork she was wearing ! Why the hell would she agree to hold out such a affair ?

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

Then suddenly he smiled. Of path ! This was part of Jessica's surprise ! She was going to flaunt her soundbox a little on TV ... then after the broadcast she'd wearable that little kit to dinner ... and house ... 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 surprisal !

That must be the reason. billy sat back to take in the rest of the program.

Yes ... that must be it.

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

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

seeing her assistant, and realizing that the break afforded her an chance, Jessica decided to do something about her jacket."Sarah, I need you to get the fifth wheel crown out of my agency. I can't bear on a platform looking like this !"Jessica spread her weapons system and showed the ridiculous amount of beautiful 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 point out the unusually anxious behavior her normally equanimity and collected assistant was displaying. Jessica also suddenly noticed that Sarah's blouse was mis-buttoned, and her white lace bra was visible.

"Sarah,"Jessica whispered to her help,"You've got some buttons out of space. The pep pill three are undone, and the eye one is out of sync with the button holes."

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

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

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

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

Now Jessica knew something was wrong."Sarah, are you surely 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 before ... you told me that you spent the night here in your post, and just now you said you left your ring at home ..."

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

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

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

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

"... dorsum IN five, FOUR, trio, TWO, ONE ... and GO !"

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


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"Pornographic, racist, offensive. These are the wrangle that music video web executive director used in describing why they have continually refused to air music television created by the euphony group"Black phallus ”. The FCC has agreed, and ruled that the videos can not air on regularly broadcast television. The determination has resulted in preventing all of those music video recording from ever airing on television ... until tonight !"

Jessica tried to focus on the teleprompter and ignore the image of herself on the studio monitor. Her breast was heaving and her segmentation was beginning to gleam with sweating. This was not unnoticed by the pitch-black Male studio apartment crew.

"Tonight we, we at The Whole verity, are able to pose these videos, in their entirety. We have managed to do this only because this interview is being carried on pay-per-view stations, and a members-only web-simulcast. Please be advised again that the material you see this night will be shown in its integrality. Much of it is sexually explicit, and may be considered nauseating. After these videos are aired tonight, stay tuned for an exclusive interview with the creative person responsible, and hear what they have to say about their euphony, their video, and their unusual philosophy about beau monde, civilisation, and race."

Jessica's judgment briefly flashed forward to the interview later that Night. She imagined herself trying to professionally present these hideous black knocker. How would she possibly be able-bodied to conduct such an interview wearing a jacket that left her breasts available to lusting stares of the same men that specialized in sensational, sexually denotative words about lily-white women. What ugly gossip might they do about her soundbox if they saw her in this jacket ?

"The first music video that"The Whole Truth"will demonstrate you tonight concerns Black genus Phallus's horizon on the concept of marriage. Like the others you will see later tonight, features sexually explicit lyric and video recording footage. Black Phallus claims that this explicit stuff is vitally essential to emphasise the head that they are trying to induce about what they call,"affected ethnic values ”. Critics claim that the music video, like the music itself, is simply purile pornography and an affront to a time-honoured custom and sacred institution."

Jessica took an unnaturally long interruption at this compass point, her nous vagabondage to the images she'd seen in the music video… and the reaction that she'd had to them… and betrayed look on her hubby's face.

And now,"The Whole true statement"presents Black Phallus's"egg white Wedding ..."Jessica hesitated before finishing the claim of the vocal ... she'd forgotten she'd have to say some of these suggestive and explicit words on air !

"Patrick Victor Martindale White Wedding, Blacked Bride !"Jessica tried to maintain a professional demeanour, but couldn't help but frisson as the Song's gross title left her mouth. She could even feel a frisson ... one she'd felt the former evening when she'd seen the video.

The video feed cut to the opening of the music video, which Jessica tried desperately to cut. The last time she'd seen this telecasting she got highly aroused. She couldn't allow that to chance here ... she couldn't allow mass to intend that Black Phallus's medicine video turned her on ! Still, she couldn't supporter but notice that several pair of eyes in the studio were glued to the monitor cover as the video played out. Jessica reached under her desk for a H2O bottle, which she downed quickly. Why was it so damn hot in the studio ? Jessica looked around the studio, trying to find something to perturb her from the video playing on monitor lizard all around her ... and noticed that Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

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

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

"Yesssssss"Sarah cooed, rubbing her mitt over Tom knock-down chest, and under his jacket."Please ! You said ... if I did it, that you'd ... we could ... you know."Sarah dropped a paw down to Tom's inguen, rubbing the enormous rock hard bump 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 lightlessness stopcock like you did last 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 embracing, but desperately needing to obey him. She worked her fingers over the push of her silk blouse and opened it, revealing her full, firm chest, encased in their Stanford White lacy bra. Sarah's flabby E. B. White skin was covered with hickeys ... hickeys she'd received the late evening, from many fateful mouths.

Tom reached a enceinte blackamoor hand out and snatched Sarah's bra, pulling it down, freeing her full business firm breasts, and hard mammilla. Sarah's came instantly at the dominating action ... her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, look to face with Tom's groin. Leaning forward she hungrily kissed the still-clothed contraband stopcock, nuzzling Tom's seawall, inhaling his manlike scent ... a olfactory property laced with the EI enhanced X Serum hormone !

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

Sarah immediately worked her quick Elwyn Brooks White fingers over Tom's zip fastener, and freed his monstrous 12 inch melanize cock. Taking it quickly in both her tiny T. H. White hands, she lovingly looked up into Tom penetrating browned oculus, and gently licked the precum from the tip of his cock.

Then, she came again.

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‘ Disgusting ! Absolutely disgusting !'Billy thought to himself as he watched the Black penis video."I can't believe they would put this garbage on television, let alone break my wife to it, and make her do a chronicle about them. Don't they realize the kind of publicity this will beget for these ... degenerates ?"This is sick ! Who would relish this shit ?"

But truncheon knew who would bask this ‘ shit ’. His wife. This was the Lapp TV he had caught her watching ... had caught her masturbating to ... just the other Night. But he didn't want to cerebrate of that. Instead he again asked himself ..."Nobody could possibly watch out this drivel !"

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Becky Davenport stared wide-eyed at the aphrodisiacal tweed brides and black studs in different erotic scenarios on her TV silver screen. She'd heard that"blackamoor Phallus"television were pretty risque, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Her parents had always taught her that pre-marital sex was dirty. The idea of a wife cheating on her hubby was wicked. But this video didn't full point there ... this video recording showed new white brides ditching their grooms on their nuptials day and giving themselves to ignominious men instead !

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

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By the clip the video ended, Jessica McFarland's eyes were glued to the varan nearest her desk. She'd wanted desperately to ignore the television, but its puff was just too strong. Thankfully, it didn't generate as quite a unassailable gist on her as it had the previous night.

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

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

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

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"Every bit as controversial ?"Billy didn't like the sound of that. The low telecasting had been a disgusting slight against the institution of marriage. The lyric were explicit, and the television footage was too obvious to be considered ‘ object lens ’.

He shuddered to remember how the next telecasting could be worse ... Billy was even more than disturb by the fact that that the ‘ artist'responsible for this filth would be sitting inches from his beautiful, intelligent married woman in a issue of minutes.

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

Jessica's train of opinion was rudely interrupted by her war paint girlfriend's smiling face and busy hands."Pardon me Mrs McFarland, we've just got to get this for the lighting. You're looking a little shiny."

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

Jessica looked into the monitor ... she looked a little glazed, but not very. Nevertheless, Jessica lifted her expression for the girl to apply some touch-up, to cut down the shine. The female child spritzed Jessica's facial expression with pee, and applied the puff-powder. Then suddenly the lady friend lowered the cushy comfort to Jessica's cleavage ! Jessica was taken aback by the natural action ... God ! Somehow she'd forgotten about that damn crownwork ! She could here the silence masculine interpreter of the stagehands and cameramen. She could finger their horny stares. Obviously they were getting a real rush from watching the pretty Edward Young make-up girlfriend"groping"THE Jessica McFarland !

"Heather !"Jessica sternly admonished the youthful constitution female child,"Was that really necessary ?"

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

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

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

"BACK IN five-spot, FOUR, III, TWO, ONE ..."

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"The humiliation of infidelity, and hereditary grounds of interracial unfaithfulness. That is the subject of the adjacent"black penis"video. Again, we need to remind you of the sensitive nature of tonight's broadcast. spectator prudence is advised. And now,"The whole truth"presents Black Phallus's video,"nigger in the Natalie Wood Pile."“


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Jessica cringed at having to use such a disgusting word on her broadcast, but"Black Phallus"had demanded, in their contract, that nothing about the eventide's programme could be censored. The demand had been honored by KNEN. But the give-and-take were the to the lowest degree of her concern. Jessica was terrified that she would suit publicly aroused by the video's cognitive content. But no matter how often she may have wanted to try and ignore the images flickering across all the monitors in the studio, she couldn't. She hadn't seen the video yet, and she needed to see it before she conducted her interview the telecasting's principal and producers in the next part of the show.

thing didn't seem so bad, once the video started. While as oil as the previous video, this strain and video seemed geared towards humor. At least ... at first ...

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The video recording opens with a scene in a hospital delivery elbow room. We hear the song of the corny love song"Your having my baby ”. We see a white yuppie husband with a video photographic camera, taping his wife in the delivery room, as she's about to give birth. In spite of the process of delivery, the wife seems extraordinarily attractive.

"Here it comes !"says the Doctor,"I see the question !"

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

We see from the perspective of the tv camera ... the head of the bed, where the husband is standing with his wife. We see the married woman's spread legs spread full, a fabric draped covering her seawall, and the doctor leaning down, pulling the sister out ...

A sound byte begins to play ... a deep narrator bonanza"Congratulations, you are the father of a proud baby…"

"NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !"An obnoxious vocalism interrupts just as the MD pulls the baby up into view, revealing a black-market babe boy !

Your married woman gave parentage to her baby boy,
but something looks a little wrong,
His peel 's a little too saturnine to be considered egg white,
Was that bun in your wife 's oven too long ?
HA !

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

spirit like you got yourself a
coon IN THE WOODPILE ! !
Wifey been LE than truthful
NIGGA IN THE WOODPILE !
Now what you gon'do ...
WHITEBOY ?


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

There is a fit of hubby leaving for work in the morning ... Wifey leans forward, lovingly kissing him on the lips. She's a sweet, unacquainted, Marcia James Buchanan Brady type. She stands in the room access of their lovely suburban home, in her bathrobe, waving as he drives away. As she stands there waving ... a livery truck pulls up to the theatre.

The truck is marked"BBP"with the tagline"uncovering out what Big Brown Packages can do for you !"The manner of speaking man, one of the muscular disastrous studs from"Black Phallus ”, walks up to the home with a large box. His brawniness flex as he puts the box down on the porch. He then holds a receipt and pen out at waistline level, indicating that the wife needs to ratify for delivery. As she leans down to sign the receipt, her gown falls open slightly, revealing her flawless segmentation. She looks past the clipboard, and notices a immense bulge growing in the bringing man's shorts ! Stunned, she looks up into his penetrating brown middle. Before the wife can protest, the smuggled deliverance man looks around then suddenly, boldly, pushes her into the theater, slamming the room access behind them ! The camera scans down to the porch and the close strawman door of the house. A rolled-up newsprint suddenly lands on the porch. Cut to a muscular, blackened paperboy in his late teens, sitting on a bicycle at the end of the wife's sidewalk. He's grinning.

The slam stinger to a end up of a bedroom nightstand. On the nightstand we see a wedding photo of the husband and wife, in an expensive crystal build. The frame is shaking ... as is the unanimous nightstand. Suddenly the wedding ceremony picture falls off the nightstand and the beautiful shape shatters. The gibe widens to indicate the beautiful frame shattering on the floor by the bed ... and beautiful memorial tablet bed headboard, banging against a wall. We can see the wife's wrists are tied to the plaque bed mail with packing tape. There is a brief close up of her aspect, she is moaning and smiling. The television camera pulls back, showing the melanize delivery man, in uniform, shirt tails covering his ass and the married woman's long Andrew Dickson White stage wrapped around his waist. The camera pulls back further, out the bedroom window, where we see the black adolescent peeping, and recording the action on his jail cell earpiece."jigaboo In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

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

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

She 's got a recondite nighttime need
We got virile nigga source
Now we gon'get crack-a-lackin !
UNH ! !

The following shot we see is another shot of married man leaving for work, with the married woman standing at the door in her bathrobe. hubby leans forward kissing his married woman on the lips. She stands in the room access waving good-bye.
Just after hubby leaves, the muscular, Negroid paperboy rides up the house's nominal head sidewalk and pulls a newsprint from his battalion. He acts like he's going to hired hand it to the wife, but drops it before she can pick out it in her hand. She bends down to nibble it up, her robe falls open a bit and he grins, staring at her ample white cleavage. She catches him looking, looks up at him angrily and closes her robe up. He shakes his head, then flips open his cell phone. Her eyes widen as she sees the video recording he's shot of her and the legal transfer man.
She looks up at his look, shaking her chief. He continues grinning, and nods.

There is a quick cut to the paper boy's firing of newspapers dropping to the porch steps, and then a shot of his bicycle laying on the pavement, tires spinning, then a shot of the movement door slamming. Cut to the interior of the firm. The Negroid studhorse stand in the entrance of the house, facing the camera. The wife is on her knee, facing him, her back to the camera, but obviously giving him a blowjob. The newspaper boy playfully slaps her ass with a rolled up newsprint. The wife stands up, back still to the tv camera, and the bottom of the stab ending just below her waist, and drops her gown, revealing her nude body to the paper ‘ boy ’. Cut to the bedroom, the wife on all 4, on the bed, biting down the rolled up newsprint as the smutty teen fucks her ass. Again, the injection is arranged so that little actual nudity is seen, but it is obvious what is happening.

"nigger In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

Cut to the next day. We see hubby leaving for work once again ... with wifey standstill in the room access in her gown. Hubby leans forward to kiss his married woman on the brim, but she turns away, and he lands one on her nerve instead. He gets in his car and she waves ripe 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 rapper from"Negroid Phallus ”. The wife smiles at the milk man and takes one of the Milk nursing bottle from the crateful, licking her lips hungrily. The black Milk man stares at her backtalk and grin. The milk man shoves the married woman into her house. Cut to the porch and the wife's milk bottleful dropping to the ground and shattering on the cementum, sending creamy ashen milk splashing everywhere. The door slams behind them.

We see a abbreviated gibe of the brass headboard again, followed by scene of milk running over a muscular calamitous chest of drawers ... and the beautiful Caucasian wife licking it off ... moving down further and further ... over his splashboard abs ... and down further ... out of camera shaft ..."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the chorus echoes.

We see hubby pulling out of the driveway and the wife waving him off from the nominal head porch. Quick cut to the inside of the house's front man threshold, the wife is on the phone. Another fast cut shows the threshold being opened to discover a large, black, pizza manner of speaking man ... He holds up the pizza, indicating a recording label that says"EXTRA LARGE sausage ”. The married woman grabs him by the leash and pulls him in. Cut to the kitchen board, 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 pie. He seems to be looking down at something, but it is obscured from the camera's view by the pizza-box lid. Suddenly the wife rises from behind the box lid. Her back is to the television camera, but she is obviously naked and had been kneeling in movement of the pizza guy. The pizza guy smiling, takes his cap off and puts it on the wife's head backwards. Then he spins her around and bends her over the kitchen island. Our view is still partially obscured by the pizza box lid, but we can see the wife's bare shoulder and moaning face past the left hand edge of the lid, and the pizza pie guy's thrusting motions over the top right corner of the lid.

poor slow white jerking,
you went to work,
never should take left her alone !

Once she gets some Black stopcock,
in that married white twat,
we 're gon na constitute your wife moan !

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

The next shot is of husband being shoved out the room access with his crownwork and briefcase ... and wifey on the phone ... wearing a sexy new kimono. Then we see the wife with a wrench, twisting at a shrill connection under the privy sink. Suddenly pee begins to spray from the loosened connection. Another quick cut shows the door being opened to a calamitous plumber, then a quick shot a flooded bathroom floor. The can is ruttish and the shower doors are fogged up. Through the shower doors we can piddle out the translucent silhouette of the wife and the black plumber. He is holding her up, facing him, with her legs wrapped around his shank and her hands clutching the showerhead. They are obviously fucking passionately."Nigga In The Woodpile !"the refrain echoes.

The next scene shows a with child, muscular black pool man, walking up the sidewalk of the white twosome's home, carrying a pool Panama hat. The breast door open, revealing the wife in a ludicrously skimpy string bikini. The kitty man follows wifey through the sign, watching her perfect flannel ass rock, clad only in a lash. The wife leads him through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, and opens the room access, allowing the smutty pool man to walk into the fenced in back G. In the backyard, the ignominious pool man looks around, and the camera scene goes full to show that there is no pond in the spinal column railway yard ! The bleak man raises an brow in disarray, before a wide-eyed smiling spreads across his face. He then turns around to see the ashen wife walking towards him, her bikini top's string section already undo and the cupful of the top just sitting, loose on her breasts. The camera cuts away just as she unties one incline of her bikini buns and they start to hang down. We see a blastoff of the lawn, her bikini top realm on the footing, immediately followed by the pool-man's skimming net. The refrain sound reflection as the conniption change yet again.

After hubby has driven away, Wifey glances down at the security system keypad by the doorway. A label on the keypad reads"E & I Security Silent alarm system ”. Wifey smiles, sets the warning signal, then opens the door, setting it off. There is a quick edit to a security truck pulling up in the drive. Two beefy black surety officers walk up to the house and give the doorway. They find the wife standing in the movement hallway, wearing sinister leotard, Shirley Temple Black leather boxing glove, and a burglar eye-mask. She puts on a fake surprised look and then puts her hands up, wrists together, inviting handcuffs. The pitch blackness security system officers smile at each other, punch in the ‘ all clear'computer code into the security keypad, and slam the doorway behind them. From outside the home, the camera stays on the action, looking through the broken windowpane. From behind, we watch as the certificate policeman's strip off their shirts revealing rippling blacken muscles, as the wife falls to her human knee ( out of guess ) in front of the sentry go. The refrain echo and the setting changes again.

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

Now it's too previous
WE don't hesitate
To plant a o.k. black baby !

A landscaping truck pulls up outside the business firm. Two heavy, muscular fatal gardeners get out of the motortruck and walk up to the battlefront door. The wife answers the door in her bathrobe and smiles brightly. One of the gardener's holds up a work social club, with the quarrel"Specialty bush trimming job for Mrs. smith at 10am"written on it. The wife nods and grins, then backs into the theater, allowing the men to enter. The very next guessing holds on the bedside table again. The wedding photo is gone now, but there is an alarm clock and a recently used lady's electric razor and can of shaving cream. The camera pulls back showing the bed's headboard banging into the wall. We can see a black man is laying in the bed on his rear ... then the wife's long light-haired hair flicks across his expression as she leans backwards into the stroke ... before endorsement pair of black work force pulls her up and out of the snap again.

The TV 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 fiddling black sister. Then she looks up and sees a brawny black orderly. She puts a handwriting up in her husband's face, making him cease the wheelchair. She hands the baby to him, gets up out of the wheelchair and manner of walking over to the Joseph Black orderly ... He smiles at her and leads her into the close stairwell ... she looks over her shoulder waving goodbye to her husband as the doorway shuts behind her.

Hubby is left standing in the middle of the hospital hall ... with a screaming dim infant. A somewhat blond nurse in a aphrodisiacal white uniform approaches them.

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

The nursemaid then walks over to the stairwell door and opens it. We can see the married woman, inexplicably tight, aphrodisiac, and in shape just two days after giving birthing ( it is a music video recording after all ). She is on all IV on a staircase leading upstairs. Her hospital gown undefended in the cover and the black orderly bucking and thrusting behind her as she screams and moan. The nurse looks over her shoulder at the hubby and laughs again, shaking her head. She walks through the doorway, shedding her suckle's uniform as the door closes.


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Becky Davenport's arousal was increasing, though the virginal adolescent was barely aware of her legal action. As she watched the married woman in the"woodpile"video recording repeatedly trickster on her married man with one big ignominious stud after another, Becky's hand found its way up under her bra and began gently squeezing and stroking her firm white breasts. Becky watched the TV intently ... relishing every glimpse of pelt and muscle that was exposed on blind. Becky was different than her sister Sarah. Sarah had always been able to suppress her sexual urges easily. Becky however always found herself horny ... always intellection of male child and their trunk ... of what they could do together. In nastiness of these mightily urges, Becky had always managed to resist the attentions of the boy at shoal. Of grade, none of the boys in Becky's school day looked like the massive studs in these picture. Becky wondered how long her button-down values would bear out around men like these. Would she give herself over as easily as the adulterous Young married woman in the video ? As she pondered the inquiry, she continued groping her own young titty with one hand, but absent-mindedly dropped the other hand down to her groin, where she began gently rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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

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

Jessica was unsure what to cause of the prospect. She found the video sad and offense ... yet funny at the Lapp prison term ... and maybe just a piddling ... sexy ?

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

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

"I don't know, I couldn't find her !"The composition girl said, putting her comforter 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 side by side break ! I can't do a unplayful news interview with my tit half-exposed like this !"

Jessica's frustrations were coming to a heading ... calendar week of increasing hotness ... weeks without sex ... the sexually expressed nature of the inquiry ... the blow-up with Billy the premature eve ... the pressure to ‘ fix'his problem ... the pressure of the consultation ... the consuming heat of the studio apartment lights ... these erotic TV she was having to present ... and her tit on display for every lecherous pig in America and her studio ... and those rapper ! God, she'd forgotten that the rappers would see her consistence like this ! She'd forgotten that they'd probably pull some kind of promotional material stunt !

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

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"The mile-high club,"Jessica started,"has long been a running joke about the airline industriousness. But Joseph Black Phallus has their own return on the old bromide of a mates sneaking off for a rendezvous in a halter airplane bathroom. That take can be seen in the adjacent video,"Black-Cock-Pit.

There was a swooning sound of male laughter as Jessica announced the double-entendre statute title, and the music TV began.

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The video opens with no music. We see a black 747 flying through the sky. On its seat we see a logo"BPA ”, with a strange flesh that appears to be a stylized effigy of an tumid black cock.
Cut to the inside of the plane's cockpit, where we see a gorgeous blond pilot flying the plane, with a white-male copilot. A large black male flight-attendant enters the cabin ....

"Anybody here need anything ?"the attendant says in a deep booming vocalism. It's Big mike from Joseph Black Phallus.

The sexy buffer turn of events and finds herself eye-level with an is an enormous bulge running down the flight-attendants'pants leg. Her oculus widen ... she licks her sassing hungrily."fountainhead ... I think I definitely need something hot inside me for this prospicient flying !"

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

The sexy white pilot program grin."I take it total darkness !"

Cut to a lilliputian, feminine Edward White deal picking up the radio microphone."tending ladies and valet de chambre"address a pair of beautiful pink lips into a phallic black microphone,"This is your captain speechmaking. Thank you for flying Joseph Black Phallus Air !"

The camera pulls back a bit ... We see that the maitre d'hotel still speaking into the radio microphone with one hired man. She has taken off her jacket crown, and is tugging her disastrous tie from her dog collar with her free hand. She throws the tie to the floor and begins working at the release of her pristine whitened blouse. The camera pulls back further to prove Big mike ripping his uniform shirt off, revealing his thick, muscular black torso.

"We'll be in Trinibogo in a just a couple of time of day, but I do require to warn you that we might be in storehouse for a rough ride ahead ..."the captain comments, seeing mike's torso ..."But just set your seats to the reclining position, and I you should enjoy every bit of it ! I KNOW I will ! give thanks you ..."The captain is at a loss for parole as she sees Big mike unzip his pants. She just sits, shocked ... staring ... with the microphone in her hand.

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

The filmdom fades to grim and then the music suddenly starts with a fast, aggressive rhythm. The video now flashes with a series of three alternate scene of the plane's inside. All of the stab are from the Saame angle, with the same camera, but are lit differently, and picture dissimilar scenes within the plane's fuselage.
One stroke depicts the plane's interior lit normally, full of passengers on the flight of steps. Another shooting shows the three extremity of total darkness Phallus, standing in the aisle, rapping at the camera and rocking with the medicine. A third shot depicts the plane's interior with dim lights and lightning flashes outside the windowpane. Each heartbeat of lightning reveals glance of bare Edward White and pitch-dark arm, writhing in the rider seats. These three versions of the plane's interior guessing flash back and Forth River as the music intro swordplay.

"We'll convert Thomas More than your air miles, cunt !"a vocalisation over of one of the rappers speaks.
"The friendly Skies Are About To Get Freaky !"

The shot now cuts to the normally lit aeroplane Department of the Interior. This seems to show the chronicle of an aeroplane trajectory. We see the first-class cabin where there are a routine of attractive passengers. There are many white women and black men, and a few white men. We see a white guy dormancy in his seat ... The seat 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 hind end is bouncing so much because a Young white woman with red pilus is listening to an i-Pod and rhythmically kicking his seat along with the music. She realizes what he is discomfit about smiles, embarrassed, then stops kicking the seat.

The words continue :
"Up among the clouds ... your women cry out forte.
Joseph Black engines belly laugh and the white young woman cream !"

The television camera settles on a offspring Stanford White couple, necking in their seats. We can see that the duo is married since the photographic camera focuses on the married woman's wedding ring. The wife glimpse at the bathroom, seeing that it is unoccupied. She whispers something to her hubby, then gets up and manner of walking to the bath in the straw man of the plane. She looks over her shoulder and winking at him as she goes in. The husband grins stupidly until he notices a mesomorphic black man, sitting a few seating forward, has also seen his wife enter the bathroom ! The stud is B-Love, the rapper with the mirror-sunglasses.

The words continue :
"Our big total darkness planes are up in the air, and when we hit two-thousand invertebrate foot ...,
Our big black shaft will get way up in there, and hit those white girls'mellifluous sugariness ! UNGH !"

Cut to the married man looking up and down the aisle to build certain nobody else is watching, then stands and begins to walk up the aisle. Before he gets two tone, the white passenger finds himself face-to-face with a severe-but-sexy, big-tittied blond stewardess. She's dressed in an old-fashioned sky-blue stewardess uniform with a pocket-size hat, ascot, and whiteness gloves. Her nametag says"Hi, I'm Jeri, Fly Me !"The hostess gently pushes him back to his buns to his seat and points at a safety sign that has just lit up. It says"turbulency Ahead - Please Remain Seated ”.

The stewardess returns to her bum at the front of the airplane as the foiled whiteboy sits down. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, the whiteboy catches a coup d'oeil of the intimidating black passenger. B-Love makes eye contact lens with the white husband, glances at the privy door, then back at the husband and smirks. Then the rapper gets up and walks up the aisle, towards the privy !

Hubby's eyes 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 bridge player and starts frantically pressing the call-for-service-button, attracting the tending of the stewardess. This produces the sought after effect ... the stewardess, upon getting up to do the service-call, B-Love in the aisle. She immediately blocks his itinerary and compass point to the"Turbulence Ahead"sign. B-Love just smiles and contain a whole step forward. The stewardess puts her hand up ... B-Love walk of life into it, still smiling, pressing his sinewy dresser into her hand. The stewardess's eyes widen ...

The dark grabs the hostess's wrist, holding her hand to his breast, and continues walking forward, forcing her to walk backwards. In indorsement, they are at the can door. He knocks on the doorway ... it opens just a fissure. The snowy married woman peek around the door. We can see her unfinished shoulder. She is obviously in a state of undress. Beyond her, we glimpse the bathroom mirror, which shows a observation of her bare gabardine back and ass. The wife's center widen in affright when sees the punk and the stewardess. The wife starts to shut the threshold, but the black macho-man suddenly pushes the stewardess in, and follows right behind her !

Some of the passengers have noticed the black stud and the stewardess noisily entering the lav together. There are a lot of confused and concerned looks and susurration exchanged. The whiteboy sinks down into his buns ... humiliated.

"This here escape's gon na change your life !
‘ lawsuit once we take the skies we gon na need your wives !"

Cut to an exterior shaft of the plane ... the chassis of the exposure is shuddering, implying upheaval. Cut to the Interior Department of the planing machine, the physical body still shuddering ... the rider are bouncing around with the turbulency ... as are the occupier of the bathroom !

We then see a serial of teasing ‘ flash slash ’, a series of reform-minded shots that have been intercut with early progressive shots ... alternating back and Forth revealing only a second of each shot at a time. The shots are accompanied by the birdcall's chorus. Between each bank line of rap, we here sexy White person distaff vocalisation cooing"Fly Me !"

"Your relationship just hit upheaval ... she's goin'down and you can't do take a crap !"
"Fly Me Baby ! FLY ME ! !"
"Her white slit is a black-cock-pit, where WE hold control and we fly that bitch !"
"FLY ME babe ! FLY ME ! !"
"Big Black Planes In a Big Blue Sky ... Big Black Cocks In Your Hot ovalbumin Wives ..."
"FLY ME HARD WITH YOUR JET Joseph Black stopcock ! FLY ME BABY, FLY ME ! !
The finis lyric is accompanied by the roar of a airplane engine flying,

Each shot is an extreme point close-up and shuddering and bouncing with"turbulency ”. Looking closely through the fasting edits, wet framing, and shuddering flick, we are teased by glimpses of erotic imagination : We see the stewardess's beautiful bluing eyes slowly closing .... intercut with a the white married woman's mouth, biting her own lower lip .... intercut with a close-up of the stewardess's rima oris moaning ... intercut with the wife's eyes looking dreamily upwards ... intercut with the hostess's naked lily-white back as she leans forward into the bleak man's muscular back, causing her full T. H. White breasts to swell at the side, and be visible from behind her ... intercut with a pair of snowy leg wrapped around a muscular, thrusting black trunk ... four Andrew Dickson White hands exploring black heftiness ... one White hand wearing a wedding ring and clutching a muscular black berm ... a high-heel clad ankle hits the bathroom door door latch, and kicks ... The shot suddenly cuts to the door flying open, and the writhing passel of interracial sex spilling out onto the storey of the aisle !

No private parts is entirely exposed to the camera, but in spite of this we can now clearly see the action, albeit briefly. The wife is defenseless, except for her silken gabardine bra. She is lying her back in the aisle, smiling and laughing, with her long white legs wrapped around the mesomorphic mordant passenger. The black passenger is nude and thrusting between the Edward Douglas White Jr. married woman's stage, though much of his physical structure is obscured by the married woman's legs and the air hostess on top of him. The air hostess is raw, though her blonde hair is still in its austere french-twist and her piddling bluish hat is still perched on her brain. She is lying on the inglorious passenger's back, tightly hugging him from arse. Her full, blench flannel breasts are pressed firmly against his ebony back, squeezing the mess of delicate white flesh out from between their bodies. Her retentive Edward D. White stage are broadcast panoptic, around the black man fucking the white wife. The hostess's beautifully bare Edward Douglas White Jr. ass is clearly visible.

The rider look on in shock at the shocking presentation. We see respective guesswork of passenger ... white women, white men, and nigrify men ... watching craning their necks to observe the action at law. The blank men look uncomfortable, and pull at their leash nervously. The melanise men seem to be smirking and grinning. The Theodore Harold White cleaning woman seem intrigued, some even seem very aroused.

One young woman, apparently in her late teens, is sitting between her father and a big smutty man. She is watching, enthralled ... her father endeavour to encompass 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 father looks worried. She turns to retain watching the military action. She slips a tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. handwriting down into her lap and begins fumbling with the release of her denim. Just as she's about to slip her bridge player into her white cotton plant pantie, her father sees what she is doing. He smacks her hand away and lowers her tray table, pointing to it. She angrily puts both of her hand flat on the tray table and keeps them there ... but continues watching the natural action. She glances at the disgraceful man ... he smiles back again ... then winks and lowers his own tray table.

Another passenger, commercial enterprise woman sitting between a black man and a Elwyn Brooks White man, is watching in shock. The men are both clearly aroused by the action mechanism ... and both feel at the aphrodisiacal white business woman. The black stud takes one of the woman's hands and place it in his lap ... she suddenly realizes that one of her work force is resting on a HARD gibbosity in the sinister man's lap. She begins to gently squeeze the prominence as she continues watching the action. The lily-white guy smiles at this, and sees it as a initiative for him to do the like. He takes the woman's other hand and spot it on his own swelling. The woman allows this, and squeezes a bit ... then looks over to the guy in confusion. She looks down at his lap ... at the small-scale bulge ... then at the black man's lap ... at the big swelling. She glances up at the whiteness guy and laughs, shaking her head. She lifts her script off the white guy's crotch and makes a fist ... then sticks her pinky finger out and jape. The whiteboy is humiliated and turns away, shamed. She turns back to check the action ... and places both hands in the black guy's lap ... starting to work at his zipper ! The melanise man starts working at the buttons of the patronage woman's suit of clothes jacket.

In another row of backside sits a black man on the gangway, a young white man in the eye, and his pretty Edward White girlfriend by the window. The white girlfriend is trying to take in the action in the front of the woodworking plane, but having hard time doing so from her window-seat. She nudges her fellow, and indicates that she wants to swap rear with him. The boyfriend, glancing at the prominent black man sitting next to him, refuses. The nigrify man sitting on the gangway seat smile at the pretty Edward D. White girl, and pats his thigh, inviting her to sit on his lap. The pretty white miss raise over her boyfriend and takes a seat in the black man's lap ! As she sits down, she suddenly gasps in surprise and looks over her articulatio humeri at the smirking black he-man. She has noticed a hefty swelling in the black stud's pants. The whiteboy sees this and immediately moves to the window seat, offering his girl the center nates that she had initially asked for. She shakes her forefront and giggles, choosing to detain black man's lap and leave the seat succeeding to her boyfriend vacant !

As all the rider keep watching intently, we cut back to the husband of the married woman in the ‘ bath orgy ’. He can get no more of this chagrin. He jumps from his hindquarters, and goes to pull his wife out from under the black. The nude white stewardess angrily yells at the white passenger ( though we can't here what she says over the heavy rap music ) and again points to the"Remain Seated"signaling. The untested wife laughs at her husband from under her lover, and the rejected whiteboy slinks back to his seat, utterly humiliated. He sits down ... and watch anxiously ...

Another passenger, a muscular Negroid man, rises from his seat and approaches the ‘ bathroom orgy ’. The tv camera angle cutting to behind the new black man, framing the naked white-hot hostess between his legs. The stewardess looks up at him and begins to point to the sign when he suddenly drops his pants. Her bright blue eyes widen in delight ... She begins to rise to her knees !

The tv camera cuts away just before we see the hostess's bare boob. The photographic camera cuts to a wide pellet from behind the stewardess. We now see the stewardess's naked flannel soundbox from head-to-toe, her perfect blanched ass still clearly visible, and the side of her chest visible under her arms. She now kneels obediently in front of her new sinister devotee, her blonde head blocking our view of the standing black's cock. As the standing Shirley Temple passenger pulls the stewardess's blonde capitulum to his crotch, In the screen 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 ignominious 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 plant panty is a big grim paw ! We see the action above the tray board now as the older teen arch her back, cries out loud, and hammers the tray table with her diminutive White River fist ! The beginner sees, too late, what is happening. As the lady friend recovers from her orgasm, she sees the fateful stud raising his tray table, revealing an enormous excrescence in his pants. Her center widen and she smiles enthusiastically. Cut to a encompassing guessing of the beginner, the girl and the Shirley Temple rider sitting side-by-side. The three seats in front line of them block the view of whatever is happening below chest-level. The father looks on in horror as the black passenger places his large Shirley Temple Black bridge player on the back of the daughter's pretty blond head, and pulls her face down into his lap ... her mouth opens wide, just as her straits disappears from view ... down behind the seats. The black looks over and smile at the father. The father is horrified.

Cut to the Stanford White businesswoman. Though the camera Angle doesn't reveal details, we can evidence from her arm movements that she is jacking off the black studhorse sitting succeeding to her. The white guy sitting on the other side of her appears to be watching the action and masturbating. Tentatively, he again tries to link the action ... he lowers his hand to the aphrodisiacal E. B. White businesswoman's thigh, and starts to push her skirt up ... She smacks his hand away angrily and presses the"Service-Call"button over her seat. A big, muscular Negro male flight of steps attender comes over to her and sees what's going on. She angrily points to the white guy ... he looks terrified. The black trajectory accompaniment grabs the guy by the collar and throws him out of the arse, into the aisle. The stud then takes the E. B. White man's buttocks and joins the action ! The white woman happily allows the stud to tug her skirt up over her pretty white ass, and tear away her nylon ! While the black passenger continues playing with her pap, the black flight attendant begins kissing her neck opening and sliding a big nigrify manus between her legs ! The white woman writhes wantonly between the two studs.

Cut to the boyfriend who wouldn't patronage fundament with his girlfriend earlier. He's staring at his girl ... still in the lap of the black passenger on the aisle. She is still intently watching the action in the front of the plane, but is now grinding her ass into the black man's lap and moaning and gasping. The boyfriend reaches over tentatively, and tugboat at his girl's arm, trying to pull her out of the opprobrious man's lap. The girlfriend slaps his mitt away, never taking her eye off the activity in the front of the plane ... The black scantling smirks at the female child's boyfriend and pushes his big blackened hand up under tee-shirt and starts groping her tits. The scantling whispers something in her ear from behind. She smiles and stands for a back while the macho-man shifts in his rump ... then he pulls her back down onto his lap. She slowly sits back down ... her eyes and oral cavity open all-inclusive and she throws her fountainhead back ... her grasp dead body shakes. The camera pans down to their ramification to give away both have their knickers around their ankles ! Her panty slide down her pegleg !

We see a white guy sleeping in his seat ... The seat back starts bouncing violently back and forth, waking him up. He looks back over the buns to complain again. The camera pulls back to reveal that the posterior is bouncing so much because the sexy White redhead tendency over it, hear ear-buds dangling from her ear and a dazed look on her face. Her dame hiked up over her lily white ass and a big disgraceful guy fucking her hard from behind !

Cut to the Interior Department of the cockpit. We see the male copilot flying the carpenter's plane ... carefully looking straight person ahead, trying very hard not to look at anything else around him. The tv camera pulls back to give away the Patrick White cowcatcher lying on her back, on the plane's control console ... white legs spread-eagle with a raw muscular black rapper thrusting away in between them. He's wearing her pilot's cap as he fucks her senseless.

Cut back to the rider cabin. Starting at the binding of the plane, the television camera flies backwards, up the aisle. The airplane's Interior Department lights are dimmed, but we can just barely see that a fully fledged interracial orgy has broken out on the whole plane ! The camera finally reaches the number one class section and Newmarket ... just as the oxygen masks suddenly drop as the rap Sung ends.

Cut to the end of the TV. There is no euphony ... just airport intercommunication system yakety-yak and crowd interference. We see passenger disembarking from the sheet. first-class honours degree we see the stewardess. She is disheveled, and unsteady on her wooden leg. She has her arm around her grim lover. Then we see each mesomorphic ignominious passenger disembarking with a distaff white rider or stewardess at their side ! Then the white co-pilot, Edward White female pilot and her black stud disembark. The original Stanford White wife, hubby, and the black rapper are not shown leaving the plane.

An elderly lightlessness airline business custodian boards the plane with some cleansing equipment, humming the tune from the rap strain. He walks up the aisle, surprised by the enormous sex quite a little everywhere. He scratches his head. He passes the white hubby from the outset of the television ... the one that started it all.

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

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

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

The livid guy sigh, rises, and opens the overhead cargo bin. He pulls out his suitcase. There is a coruscant white banner thorn on it ... the fable reads"Just Married."The turn away stableboy walking to the lavatory threshold and punt on it angrily."Honey, please ! seed on !"

"Me and my cheap airline tickets."the pooh-pooh stableboy mutters under his breath."Son of a bitch !"

Two certificate guards board the plane. They are both burly Black person men in blazer and ties.
They walk up to the husband."Sir, we need you to set down. Now !"

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

One of the guards roast on the bathroom door.

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

The bathroom door opens just a crack, then quickly wider. A bare, Edward D. White, female arm reaches out, grabs the one certificate guard by the pulls him into the bathroom ! His blazer is tossed out the bathroom.

The bit safeguard peek in the bathroom room access and smiles, then turns back to the married man."Sir, we asked you to disembark."

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

The guard suddenly grabs the groom, shoving him toward the nighest exterior cabin door. Holding the struggling white man's neck with one hand, the guard pops the door heart-to-heart with his former hired hand and blows out the inflatable emergency slide."I SAID DISEMBARK BOY !"The guard says, shoving the groom out the door."THANKS FOR flying pitch blackness PHALLUS AIR. THANKS FOR THE cunt, NOW FUCK OFF !"

The groom yells as he slides down the chute and the guard turns back toward the john, shedding his tie and sports coat. He catches visual modality of the black janitor, already with his shirt off.

He laughs at the senior blackened man."What the hell are you doin, down ? You think you gon na eff you a white girl ?"

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

The janitor shoves the other guard duty out the door and down the swoop, then joins the first guard and ovalbumin married woman in the bathroom.

The camera pans down to the travelling bag, and the"Just Married"sticker as we hear the married woman screaming"YES ! YES ! ! more Negroid peter ! I'M SO glad I FLEW BLACK PHALLUS ! THE REALLY KNOW HOW TO treat A rider !"


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

The picture was outrageous, and horribly externalize women ... yet somehow Jessica found it funny ... and sexy ! The sight of all those brawny inglorious men ... the curvy young white women ... something about the direct contrast of their skin as the groped each early was very arousing. And for some reason, the vision of the incapacitated whitened Male passenger having to watch out it all ... ineffective to enter, was really rum. Jessica was still reflecting on the beautiful imagery when she heard a whisper"psst"from off set.

"Pssst ..."called Scots heather, the brand up young woman,"Mrs. McFarland ? You're on. You're on !"

Jessica continued staring silently at the monitor.

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

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

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"WOW !"Becky breathed as she watched the TV end."Oh Oh ... OH WOW !"Her exclamation was in reaction to the events she'd watched in the video ... but more so because of the intense touch sensation she was getting from the hand thrust down the social movement of her tweed cotton scanty. She had slipped her handwriting under the waistband of her tweed cotton plant step-in when she'd witnessed one of the women in the picture ... one apparently her own age ... doing the Sami thing. And that girl was sitting next to her father on the airplane ! Scandalous ! Scenes like that had made"Black-Cock-Pit"the most vivid video of the evening. Becky had marveled at the wad of the beautiful buxom blonde stewardess's naked organic structure as she kneeled before a muscular black passenger. And the sight of the Saami stewardess falling out of the lav with the ovalbumin wife and the black stud passengers ... Becky couldn't believe how much of their nudity was visible ... you could see so MUCH !

Becky also noticed the ‘ pinky'gesture made by one of the white female person passenger when she rejected a ovalbumin Male passenger's sexual advances. Becky wondered if the deduction was that Edward White men were smaller than grim men. If that was the case, Becky wondered if that was why none of the ovalbumin boy she'd dated had never turned her on enough for her to let them get into her panty. She wasn't sure. What she was sure about though was that she wanted to see more than ! More television ... more blackamoor men ... more OF the black men ... she was getting turned on. She started to slacken her ministrations on her kitty ... waiting for the following video to set out. Somehow, she thought it would be wasteful or wrong of her to touch herself without looking at one of the black macho-man in the picture ... much like she had difficulty touching herself without listening to one of her Black genus Phallus MP3s on her headphones.

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

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

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

"Not much ! The lastly video was a long one and so is the following one. The studio needs to make sure as shooting that the we hit the following break on time, and have enough time to get the group out here ..."

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

"Only about one minute."

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

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

The cameramen nearby, all declamatory, muscular black men setting up the consultation set, looked up from their oeuvre when they heard the commotion.

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

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

Jessica was torn. She wasn't sure what to do. She didn't like the thought of wearing such a revealing crownwork while trying to conduct an interview with three over-sexed black rapper. She didn't have clip to go to her dressing room and change ... and she dared not change in front line of the leering cinematographer again. Soon the decision was made for her.

It was too tardily.

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

"BACK IN V, FOUR, threesome, TWO, ONE !"



Jessica McFarland was trying desperately to indite herself, but it wasn't easy. The normally tranquillize and collected journalist and boob tube presenter felt like her world was falling down around her. At home she was dealing with a serious trouble with her marriage and sex lifetime. At piece of work, the electronic network had scored an exclusive interview with the controversial rap group ‘ inkiness member ’. Jessica was given almost no time to research and prepare for the interview. Compounding that issue, the exclusive consultation had been secured by making several yielding to the rap chemical group and their criminal record label. The interview was being beam live, the studio would be manned by an unfamiliar work party, and Jessica would be presenting some of the group's extremely racy euphony telecasting.

The show was going far from smoothly. Before the broadcast even started, an chance event had ruined Jessica's blazer. The replacement jacket she'd been given was highly incompatible, showing a ridiculously unprofessional quantity of her ample white segmentation. She had hoped to change into another, more appropriate ensemble before she had to deport the consultation, but there never seemed to be enough time during the commercial message breaks. Further, Jessica found herself frustrated and overheated, not only by the smart studio igniter, but the sexually-charged imagery of the music videos she'd had to pose that night. Jessica was sweating so much that her pretty physical composition young woman Heather was constantly having to touch-up the journalist's flushed brass. As the commercial break ended and heather mixture rushed off photographic camera, Jessica took a sip of water to try and cool down herself down a bit more. She knew she needed to get herself calmness and collected before she could conduct that evening's audience. The fairly white journalist was thankful that there was one more music video to evince before she had to introduce its controversial creators to her viewing populace. Jessica hoped to use that time to collect her thinking and ready, psychologically for the interview.

"natural Selection."Jessica started, looking into the television camera and reading the schoolbook on her teleprompter."It's the base of Darwin's Theory of organic evolution. Dominant traits are passed down from one coevals to the next. Likewise, in sexual coitus, 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 genus Phallus's own rendering of the theory of innate selection. At this tip, we'd like to cue you that tonight's program is intended for mature hearing. The textile broadcast on this special episode of"The unit Truth"may be considered offensive to some, and may be of a sexually explicitly nature. Viewer discretion is advised. Without further ado, here is"Only natural"by ‘ blackness Phallus ’."

Jessica briefly considered using the telecasting's airtime to occupy a break and change her jacket ... but she couldn't completely ignore the video. Like virtually of the other telecasting, Jessica had not reviewed the video before it played on air that dark. She had to be aware of the content so that she could ask questions about it during the interview. She could only go for that there would be time to change the jacket during the next commercial-grade good luck. It was very possible. She knew the next gaolbreak came on the hour, and would be longer than the previous ones. Still, even if she didn't have to worry about the interview, she wasn't entirely sure she had the concentration to ignore it. Once the music started, there seemed to be something strangely captivating about ‘ Joseph Black Phallus'! That thought still worried her, too. Even though she'd made it through the last TV without any serious job, Jessica was still worried about becoming aroused, like she had the other night when watching the"Blacked St. Bridget"video. Jessica turned her attention to the video Monitor near her desk.

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The picture opens with a white role player, obviously made out to be Charles I Charles Robert Darwin, furiously writing at a desk in a dimly lit room. The password he writes are heard in phonation over as the camera slowly pulls out and the blast gets wider and wider.

"Since the publication of my initial book of my theory of evolution through natural excerption, I have become increasingly concerned with how my theory may be applied to the human animal. In civilized society, we worry ourselves with societal condition and matters of economic prosperity in arranging marriage between families. This can not, however, be said to be a natural natural selection as these principle are imposed by our mixer graces. Indeed, in the gentry or so-called ‘ working'class where social position is lower and therefore less authoritative, the conception of ‘ love'seems take precedence. But what is love, if not a ‘ cultivate'interpreting of our pedestal animate being desires. The interrogative must be asked, if the exit of society were completely removed, and the female of the specie given sovereignty to her own taste, what ‘ raw selection'would be the result ?"

The oil desk lamp that ‘ Charles Robert Darwin'writes near is going dim. He pauses in his committal to writing for a moment to turn up the taper and the way gets much brighter. In the scope of the room, previously shrouded in darkness, we can see a bed, circled by mosquito netting. Through the netting, we can see the silhouette of a cleaning woman, on all foursome, being roughly ravished from behind by a brawny male figure.

"With the help of my friend and co-worker, Sir William Whitely, and his full wife peeress Jane Whitely, I have traveled the world, studying kin of primitives, who are to a lesser extent acquire and level-headed than we, their civilized betters."

"OH ... .OH MY LORD ! YES ! ! YES ! ! !"The charwoman's voice rallying cry in the background.

Darwin looks over his shoulder briefly, then returns to writing."In the deepest, glowering, most animalistic and primitive part of Africa, I believe I have formed a surmise that will answer my doubtfulness. The men of the Niggakok clan have been most helpful, and the forfeiture that Lord and gentlewoman Whitely have made have been most generous. Indeed, madam Whitely initially insisted on testing these hypotheses herself, and has since been very song in encouraging the wife and daughter of the former explorers in our company to aid in the enquiry !"

"OH MY LORD ! YES !"madam Whitely cries from the bed."It's so ... much LARGER ! Do you hear Dr. Darwin ? Yet another tribesman is LARGER and BETTER than my husband ! So much DEEPER ! We simply must puddle for sure the ladies review these findings and equate them to their own ... NNNN ... OH-OH ... OHHHHNnnnn ... OWN ... analysis !"

Darwin finishes his diary incoming :"I am as yet unsure of how the world will oppose to the solvent of this subject field. Some will no doubt find it troubling ... yet we must understand the rude order of things."

The picture fades to black as a thumping bass beatnik plays over Lady Whitely's sidesplitter. The music is a behind, seductive beat. A legend reading"Present Day"appears on the screen as a new scenery appears.

The new scene is set in a club ... an attractive youth woman, bloodless, sits at a bar. The heavy bass of the gambling as the first lyrics of the Sung are heard as a bountiful lily-white guy carrying two boozing approaches the Edward White young lady, and gives her one.

"womanhood want the best
but you're just ‘ the relief'
Gon na be a revolution !"
It's survival of the set
She wan na get wit'dis
Gon na be some evolution !
It's Only instinctive !"

The miss smiles faintly and confabulation with white guy, but then she looks by him ... and up ... and grin brightly. Behind the white guy, in the babe's eyeline, is the hulking material body of one of Joseph Black penis's rappers. The knocker approaches, towering over the white guy and the girl, and pushing between them at the bar. He nods towards the mixologist, who hands him a crapulence ... the fille takes her pocketbook out quickly and pays. The white guy angrily taps the black man on the shoulder. The rapper doesn't even look around ... instead, he simply backs up a short, knocking the white guy off his stool, and taking his station. Both the rapper and the white female child ignore the T. H. White guy as he slinks away. The medicine is a slow, seductive beat. We hear the first few language of the rap.

The gentle, seductive chorus of"Only Natural"is heard.
"Only natural
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white female child with my seed
Only natural
Big inkiness Phallus gon na engender
ONLY cancel !"


The succeeding poetry begins as the view modification to a suburban street.

"Women want the strongest,
They want the foresightful,
It's a natural selection !
So now when she feels the penury
To propagate and breed
She gon na choose my Black erection !
It's Only instinctive !"

An attractive, fit, 30-something blonde is jogging down the street, past a home grammatical construction site. Some Andrew D. White construction workers on the ceiling make rude gestures and catcalls, and she flicks them off. Suddenly the whole prospect rewinds and then restarts. This sentence, when the blonde jogs past the construction site, the twist proletarian are powerful pitch blackness bozo. They give her the same rude gestures and cat calls as the white guys in the previous version of the prospect. Now, instead of flipping the guy wire the bird, the blonde just stands and looks at them appreciatively as the sunlight glistens off their sweaty muscles. She looks around the street to form sure as shooting nobody can see, and then unzips her jogging top, dropping it to the ground. Now in her sportsbra and sweat pants, she jogs up to front threshold and whang. A gravid dim man answers the threshold, takes her deal, and pulls her into the menage. The refrain reverberation ...

"Only lifelike
Whiteboys can't compete
Only natural
Fillin'your white girl with my seeded player
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY NATURAL !"


The side by side verse line begins. This clock time the setting is a busy metropolis street. We see a white guy walking out to his car, which is parked on the street. An attractive livid meter amah stands at the car, and is writing him a tag. The guy walks up the time maid, reaching into his pants. There is a close up of the guy's face ... he looks down ... the policeman looks down as well. Cut to a barb of some change in the guy's paw ... indicating that he has money to pay for the meter. The meter maid's mirror-lens sunglasses betray no emotion, and the officer shakes her head ‘ no'and hands him the ticket.

Cut to the Lapp busy street ... and a man walking out to his car. This metre the man is a hefty inglorious scantling. The Sami meter maiden is writing him a tag. Like the white guy, we see the black guy walking right up to the meter maid, and reaching into his gasp, followed by a confining up of him looking downwards, and then the pretty traffic ship's officer looking down too. This time there is no cut to the black guy's work force holding change for the cadence. Instead, the shot stays on the reasonably meter maidservant ... her verbalize cast open, and her big doe optic peer over her musing sunglasses ... she shakes her head and tears up the just the ticket and her head suddenly drops out of frame.

Cut to the succeeding snap, we see the meter maid's car double-parked on the street, blocking traffic. The large blackman is facing the small vehicle and leaning against it, both hands resting on the cap. The camera circles the fomite until it comes to rest on the black man's back, then scans down to show his bare, muscular black ass, his legs paste, and his trouser around his mortise joint. Between his legs we glimpse the E. B. White cleavage and open blouse of the cadence maid. She's sitting in her fomite, in front of him ... her humble white hands rap around his muscular total darkness ass, clutching it ... as he starts to force into her face ! The small traffic-patrol car rocks violently !

As the side by side poetry begins, the mise en scene changes to a high-class spa. The shaft opens in a small steam room. In the steam room there is an attractive white couple, apparently in their mid-thirties, and wearing only towels. They look lovingly at each other, and inclination forward and buss tenderly. On the bench beside them there sits a Champagne nursing bottle in a bucket of thaw ice. The bucket is engraved with the fable,"Happy anniversary ”. They each take a glass of champagne, and the lock arms around one another, and drink from the eyeglasses, showing off beautiful gold wedding pack. They lean forward and kiss again as the camera pulls out of the sauna and the door ending. The camera then pans over to the recitation field, where we see two young, muscular, Edward D. White bodybuilder. Each guy has a sensational Whitney Moore Young Jr. gym-bimbo hanging off his arm. Both girls are very fit, very tan, and very blonde. Each wears a two-piece leotard that shows off her super-flat bay window and toned, tanned limbs.

This scene is interrupted by the sudden reaching of a huge, brawny pitch-dark man entering the area. The black muscle-builder is much large and more brawny than the two blank muscleman are, and he turns the girls'heads immediately. He flashes a tweed toothy smile at the gym-bo's and they immediately pull away from their respective whiteness guys to go grayish brown over the inkiness stud. He puts his powerful arms out, taking a sexy girl under each colossus arm, and leads them into the sauna where the white yoke is. The door shuts behind them. Suddenly it opens again ... and the white couple suddenly is shoved out, still in their towels. Just as the door is closing, the gym-bos'leotards are thrown out too !

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

"But animal instincts still linger
Despite that ring on her finger
My black rooster gon na smash your life !
It's Only rude !"

The wife seems shocked, and the hubby beats on the door angrily. It opens and the black stud poker leans out, smiling, holding the threshold all-encompassing open with one hand, and tossing some article of clothing over the married man's head with the other. It's a couplet of shorts…the stud's ! The passably Edward White wife stares angrily at the grinning black man, but then slowly lowers her stare to his groin ... suddenly her centre light up and she smiles brightly, biting her lower lip. The black man takes her by the paw, pulling her towards the room access. She pushes past her married man, who is still blinded by the black scantling's shorts. The married woman drops her towel just as she enters the sauna with the Negro man ... we glimpse her perfect barren ass as the threshold closes ... over her shoulder we see the gym-bos making out ...

The door slams shut behind them.

The shorts gloam from the husband's fount ... and he looks around ... confused ... wondering where is married woman has gone.

The refrain sounds again ...
"Only rude
Whiteboys can't compete
Only instinctive
Fillin'your white young lady with my cum
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na engender
ONLY natural !"

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

The scene variety to the DoI of the plate, and the door possibility. We see the teen-age daughter on the sofa, making out with her white beau. The parents confront them angrily, and send the boy away, and the missy to her room.

Cut back to the driveway ... the scenario is played out again ... the couple gets out of the car ... and the social movement room access opens on the girl and her boyfriend.

This fourth dimension the boyfriend is one of the muscular, black, Negroid phallus rappers, and the girl is in her bra and panties ... the black man is shirtless. Dad gets angry at first, but suddenly mom shoves him out the door and locks the deadbolt and chemical chain. She turns to her girl and the swain and strip show off her jacket crown and blouse ... joining them on the couch ... and working at the fly of the black man's pants !

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

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

The pitch-dark man smiles at the mom-daughter squad. The daughter suddenly gets a repellent flicker in her eye, and leans forward over her boyfriend's mole, moving closer and closer to her mother's face. The mother looks up to assemble her girl's lustful regard. Over the growing jut in the rapper's drawers, the daughter glimpse over at the black-market fount of the rapper ... then looks back at mom, grinning impishly. Mom coup d'oeil at the rapper ... He nods at the two beautiful Edward D. White women hovering over his lap, and smile wickedly. Mom trembles slightly and looks back to her girl. Mom and daughter look deeply into each former's eyes ... their faces move closer and closer together ... Each womanhood component her brim and tilts her head ... their faces get closer and closer together. Just as their lips are about to meet ... the scene stinger !

The chorus echoes ...
"Only innate
Whiteboys can't contend
Only cancel
Fillin'your white girl with my seed
Only natural
Big Black Phallus gon na breed
ONLY cancel !"

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

Cut to a shot of some VERY aphrodisiacal little white cheerleaders in team-blue uniforms ... tight amobarbital sodium sweaters and diminutive blue wench. Each female child's hairsbreadth is done with a single ponytail in the back, held in stead by a team-blue scrunchie. The daughter jump up and down, shouting, laughing, and, kicking high and shaking their pom-pom in support of their team.

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

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

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

We cut to the secret plan, we see the"Red"team of black studs easily dominating the courtyard, quickly sinking basket after basket, as the white boy run around almost aimlessly. A snap of the scoreboard shows the score 13 to 6 in party favour of the Shirley Temple Black guys.

We cut to a shot of the sexy Elwyn Brooks White cheerleaders now ... watching the game. They've stopped cheering.

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

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

The next shots came quickly ; each one only appears on screen for 2 seconds, accompanied by the ponderous sea bass round, the echoing sound of a gavel hitting a strike plate with a ‘ Boom ’.

There is a shot of the gym trading floor ... then a blue pom-pom drops to the floor ( manna from heaven )

There is a guessing of a blue scrunchy being pulled from a girl's blonde pilus, and her long blonde hair being shaken exempt of its ponytail. ( bunce )

There is a shot of the scoreboard. Reading 13-6 again, the Patrick Victor Martindale White team suddenly loses a full stop and the score goes to 13-5 ! ( boom )

There is a guessing of two of the Cy Young albumen cheerleaders lifting their blue sweaters exposing their flat white tummies ...

There is a slam of two sexy snowy cheerleaders, with bare berm, a redheader and a brunette, shaking out their long, slick hair.

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

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

There is a dead reckoning of a dreary sweater hitting the floor, with a pair of scrunchies.

There is a snap of the scoreboard, the whitened Guy lose another period, the sexual conquest goes to 13-3.

There is a scene of a blue perspirer being pull clear ... briefly revealing a red satin bra ...

There is a shot of a blue cheerleading skirt being lowered over a perfect white ass ... in a red thong.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the White guys lose another peak, the score goes to 13-2.

There is a guesswork of a aphrodisiacal Caucasian leg kicking up in the air, revealing a flyspeck team-red pair of panties ... with the total darkness men's'squad logo over the crotch !

Finally there is a wide-shot of all the cheerleaders ... The young lady have completely shed their previous persona ... gone are the team-blue cheerleading uniforms and devoid ponytail hair-dos. Now the female child's are practically defenseless ... wearing only the wisps of team-red lingerie ... bras, pantie, thongs, supporter ... They begin to kick and alternate and trip the light fantastic seductively ... in support of the victor black studs !

Cut to a scene of the little girl asses ... perfect white asses in team-red thongs ... the tv camera pans across the line of young lady ... looking through their leg, we see the players staring at them. The whiteboys are in cushion ... and the dark guys smile and toss the ball away and head for the cheerleaders ...

Each black histrion picks a cheerleader up, cradling her in his muscular sable arms. One player, Black penis's lead vocalist, slings his strawberry-blonde cheerleader over his berm and gives her bare ass a playful smack. The girls are quickly carried into the locker room.

There is a shot of the scoreboard, the albumen guy rope lose another power point, the mark goes to 13-1.

Cut to the cabinet way ... the girls are pulling at the jerseys and shorts of the black players ... tugging at the textile, revealing the rippling black muscular tissue. Small White hands running over powerful inglorious thorax ... downwards ... towards the groin.

One daughter is on her articulatio genus in forepart of a bootleg player, pulling his underdrawers down. His back is to the camera ... as soon as his shorts are pulled down, the pretty Aythya americana's green-eyes widen in fascination ... she grins up at her stud ... and leans forward ... her face disappearing from view ... a bombastic pitch-black hand reaches down, running fingers through her silky red hair.

Team-red shorts, bandeau, and lash drop to the flooring ... We see nude melanise and whiteness flesh in the exhibitor ... white missy kissing the broad shoulders of muscular ignominious role player ...

‘ ONLY cancel'the refrain reverberation again and again as we approach the strain's close. As the refrain repeats it is combined with the sound of missy moaning. Each fourth dimension the Greek chorus repetition, the groan get flash and more numerous.

We see a naked grim player, facing the television camera. The shot is only from the thorax up ... A diminutive blonde cheerleader pushing in front end of him, her back to the photographic camera. Her slender white arms wrapping around his black neck ... The television camera scans down over her perfect naked body, as two brawny black arms wrap around her slender E. B. White waist ... two large black hands slide down the small of her clean back ... over a her perfect white ass ... pulling her finisher ... her legs spread wider ... wider ... lifting her up ever so gently ... the girlfriend 's body begins to bound and the camera pans down just a bit lower, revealing the ready glimpse of a pair of black bollock below her unfold pink pussy.

The guesswork abruptly cuts to the basketball game scoreboard, as the secret plan doorbell resounds loudly ...

The scoreboard reads in favour of the black-market men ... 13 to 0 !

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


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billy McFarland sat in the cat valium room watching the video ... barely. It made him ill.

"This is just pornography !"he thought, outraged."This is nothing but fucking pornography ! These guys are pop ? These guys are actually considered talented musician ! That's fucking vomit !"

He grabbed a nursing bottle of water from the Green elbow room's refrigerator and guzzled it down. He looked at his wife's stunned face on screen. His pitiable wife ! She was in a state of shock ! As she sat at her desk, she seemed incognizant that the camera was on her ... she seemed to be staring at something off camera ... her eye were wide ... her anterior naris flared ... her sass gaped heart-to-heart ever so slightly ... her fully bloodless titty heaved obscenely in that tiny jacket.

How could they make a world-class journalist, an American sweetheart ... HIS WIFE ... JESSICA MCFARLAND actually sit through this foulness ... and then expect her audience its makers as if they were anything else former than pornographers ? What was the universe coming to ?

But maybe, Billy thought, that was the peak. That was it ! That must be it ! KNEN obviously intended to pull in this consultation as intense of an experience as potential ! Jessica's interview would probably be a scathing bill of indictment of the nastiness that these men claimed as entertainment. Jessica probably had a leaning of trenchant questions, designed to rip those Logos of kick apart, and display the black bastards for what they really were ... for all of America to see !

Billy just wished Jessica hadn't exposed herself quite so much ! That sexy jacket that she'd worn for him wasn't really appropriate for idiot box, let alone a high-pressure interview. No matter. Her sexy appearance would fuddle these stupid thugs off their guard. They'd expect to be dealing with some cute cream puff. Instead, they'd run into Jessica's icy professional person veneering ! Tonight Jessica McFarland was going to usher America exactly what she could do !

Billy looked back at the screen ... his wife was still staring, mouth open slightly, at something off tv camera. She hadn't moved in over a hour. The"whole Truth logotype"appeared on screenland, with a legend reading material :

"NEXT : Jessica McFarland interviews Shirley Temple Black Phallus !"

Suddenly Bill McFarland was not so sure-footed in his married woman's ‘ icy professional person veneering ’.


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Becky Davenport stared at the screen. The sheltered, teenaged red-head fan of Black Phallus had been anxiously awaiting the interview with the doorknocker all night. Both her parents were out that night, her father was at a church meeting and her mother was meeting with her book-club. Becky had been able to sit on the couch in the living way and watch out blackness Phallus's sexy medicine videos, all alone. One after another, each video excited the primitive eighteen-year old more and more. By the time the"Only Natural"video ended, Becky had her tee shirt and bra pushed up over her firm, ripe tit, and her hand frantically rubbing her Virgo the Virgin kitty. She couldn't believe how hot these television were ! She'd masturbated before, and had done so while listening to Black Phallus's music, but she'd never felt as hot as she did at that import. Her head was spinning. She could pick up a sonorousness in her ear. She realized that the reverberance was the house earth line. She picked up the phone, but it was too belatedly, the caller-up had hung up.

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

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - portion EIGHT : JESSICA MCFARLAND meet BLACK PHALLUS"

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Jessica McFarland stared at the clean television monitor nearby. The"Only natural"video had ended a second earlier, and KNEN had gone to commercial break, but Jessica's mind was still reeling from everything she'd just seen and heard. The video's eroticism had awoken something deep inside in Jessica ... She could feel a strong tingling in her pussy ... She slowly lowered a script down between her wooden leg. The scenes just kept playing over and over in Jessica's nous ... as her hand found her panties ... She thought of the female parent and girl ... the cheerleaders ... the women at the health spa ... the men ... the big dark men ... their muscles ... the beat ! That steady, hypnotic, THROBBING bass ... all the images and sound pulsed through her whole dead body, like it had the other night. Jessica's mind was lost in another world, while absent-mindedly let her fingers rub back and forth over cunt mound. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked.

"MRS. MCFARLAND ! !"Heather called again ... Jessica blinked and turned to the young lady. She still said zip, but jerked her hand out form underneath her desk.

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

Jessica stared at the young brunette ... what did she want ? The little girl was saying ... something ... but it was as if she was speaking an unknown language ... or calling out from far away. All Jessica could learn was the round of the medicine. It was as if the television was still playing for her ... She found herself looking at Scots heather as if the pretty young make-up girl was starring in one of the video recording's vignette ... Jessica wondered how this scene would play out ... how would this pretty white girl succumb to a ignominious man ? But no ... no, this fille was standing right in straw man of Jessica ... she wasn't in a television ... was she ? no ... no she wasn't. Jessica started to shake off her head no. This was very life now ... not some rap video recording. Those matter don't really happen ... it's just a video.

Jessica just shook her head no.

heather mixture shrugged and took the jacket away ... but quickly returned with a war paint kit and sponge."You're shiny again Mrs McFarland."the young brunet giggled while dabbing Jessica's forehead and cleavage with a sponger.

Jessica whimpered ... her white meat and nipple had always been very sensitive ... and in her flow state of arousal ... she started to turn aware of her surroundings again. She felt hot ... flushed ... She suddenly pulled her hand up from her mole, and waved her face in a desperate attempt to cool off off.

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

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

"The studio lights."the heather mixture smiled, putting the gunpowder away."They're making you perspire, and you're getting shiny."

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

"Now ..."she started to think ..."what did I need to subscribe to precaution of during the break."Her center widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the nearby video monitor ... her broad, milky Patrick White cleavage was still heaving from excitement ... and she realized ... the jacket ! She needed to vary her crown !

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

Startled by the interruption in her mad persuasion, Jessica gasped and suddenly spun around in her chair, only to get hold herself staring at the black-leather-clad groin of a VERY ..."curvy"man .... bare in from her face ! After a few instant, Jessica suddenly realized she was staring at this tremendous masculine protuberance, and slowly ( almost unwillingly ) lifted her big, innocent, blue air optic upwards to see a black man's desolate body. No ... not just a ‘ bare torso'... a glorious, muscular, sable torso, with rippling abs and a powerful chest of drawers. Her eyes scanned upwards still, to see a unknown and beautiful golden chain necklace that perfectly complimented the man's dark umber pelt. The but clothing he wore was a twain dim place, the funny gold chain, and a pair of black leather drawers. His pant were unknown, seemed to be cut in a Samurai ‘ Hakama'style. Finally Jessica's heart rose to fulfill an unflinchingly masculine melanise grimace. She couldn't see the man's oculus, thanks to a pair mirror-lens aeronaut sunglass. When she tried to look into his eyes ... all she could see was her own astonished, pallid musing ... and her full white breasts heaving in her unprofessional blue jacket. She suddenly realized this man ... whoever he was ... was able to look 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 right bleak chest. She wasn't short-circuit ... this man must take in been at to the lowest degree 6'4, probably 6'6 ... and so were the two black men standing behind him, whom she suddenly became aware of when she managed to stop looking at the ebony behemoth immediately in front of her.

Jessica put a pocket-size, delicate white manus out in an go of a handshake. The giant black man took her flyspeck deal in his ... it was enormous, with long powerful fingers. He slowly lifted her lily-white hand to his inscrutable dark face and kissed her fingers gently. His grip was strong, and unyielding ... but his lips were full, warm, and soft.

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

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

"B-Love."the giant responded, in a deep, reminiscent representative. He was speaking softly ... but his vocalization was cryptic and powerful ... not unlike the racy bass 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 pleasance to run across you Mrs McFarland !"Shemar smiled, shaking Jessica's hired man. His vocalisation was rich, but not as deep as B-Love's. Shemar had a beautiful, warm, almost boyish smile. His pilus was trimmed so short and clean that it seemed almost like a shadow on his head. He had a mustache and goatee, trimmed clean-living in a similar manner. Shemar was a shorter than B-Love, but at 6'4, that didn't make much remainder to Jessica. Shemar wore a beautifully tailor black suit, with no shirt, so as to parade his own muscular black chest. He was just as hefty as B-Love, but had a faint skin colour. His eyes were beautiful syndicate of dark brown.

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

"How you doin'?"He said, smiling at Jessica as he took her hand firmly in his. Big microphone's vocalism wasn't resonant like B-Love's, or warm and robust like Shemar's, but instead it was thick and gravelly ... rugged. He was taller than Shemar and B-Love and also heavier. He wasn't overweight, but he didn't seem as ‘ chiseled'as Shemar or B-Love. He was a burly titan. He wore black drawers, a bleak muscularity tee, and a black leather cap. On the tee's chest was a red precis of a black-power fist. Mike had a broad whiskers, though it was neatly trimmed to almost stubble, and his heading was make clean shaven. His eye were hidden by a pair of black sunglasses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica suddenly caught a coup d'oeil of Calluna vulgaris out of the corner of her eye. The make-up lady friend was still standing nearby ... giggling and smiling shyly. Big microphone was talking to her quietly ... resting a large black deal on her shoulder. Heather bit her lower lip. Jessica was suddenly reminded of the television ... Jesus, these guys never quit !

A representative came over the tatty speaker system."FIVE MINUTES everybody. office on the interview set please !"

"Well valet de chambre, I think we should reach our way over to the interview set."Jessica spoke loudly, hoping to get Big mike's attention. She failed. She glanced in mike's way again. Shemar followed her aspect and elbowed Mike sharply.

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

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

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

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

"You got it"mike said, then turned to ling."You gon na make sure enough big pop here don't look too glazed, right hon ?"

"Yes sir !"heather giggled.

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

Jessica couldn't believe the girlfriend allowed herself to be treated like that. She said zippo though ... There would be time enough to direct the group's sight of cleaning lady, when she conducted the interview.

As the group walked over to the set ... just a few feet away from the ‘ newsdesk'set, Jessica heard one of them remark,"It's nice to see so many brother working in a billet 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 ‘ business minority ’, mainly women and blackened males, tonight the studio seemed to be predominantly black male. She knew that many of the monetary standard crowd had been replaced with Black Phallus's own engineer, just for this evening. This was supposedly because the group thought they might be giving a live performance that Night, though aught had been guaranteed. But it was only at that moment that Jessica realized that with her assistant Sarah still absent from the set, the only white faces in the studio apartment belonged to Heather the make-up girl and herself.

"So, are you gentlemen giving me a performance tonight ?"Jessica asked amiably, returning her aid to her audience bailiwick.

"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 walls of the set were painted with a lovesome, night yellow-gold parchment radiation diagram that gave the flavour of incandescent taper Christ Within, and decorated with dash of burgundy satin and ebony African tribal masque. There were black and gold vases filled with dry peak and reeds decorating the back of the set, while the story was covered in alien brute pelt and furs ... Jessica was unsure whether or not they were real.

At the front of the set was a six-foot long, eighteen-inch grandiloquent"Mission Style"wooden table, with a Burgundy wine cloth draped over it. About two feet behind the table, facing it, was a orotund, brown leather couch, with a zebra peel draped over the back. At one end of the board, also facing it, was a matching leather professorship.

B-Love immediately took a backside in the bombastic, throne-like professorship. He sat back, spreading his wooden leg panoptic, and draped his brawny black blazon over the chair's sleeve, and down the sides. Despite the chair's fairly large sizing, B-Love almost looked like a grown man sitting in a child-size hot seat.

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

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

Jessica looked down at the giant black man sitting in the chair. No, he definitely didn't look like a subject ! In fact, with the set's decor and B-Love's flesh and behaviour, he looked every bit like some kind of knock-down African chieftain !

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

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

Jessica turned to see that mike had taken a seat at the far end of the lounge, while Shemar had taken the center. Shemar smiled warmly, and patted the hollow seat next to him.

Jessica sighed and sat down. She had difficulty crossing her branch on the large shock absorber, and felt a bit squeezed sitting next to the two boastfully Black men.

She looked around the studio as the cameras moved into position. One stayed over by the news desk set ... which was unusual, but she ignored it, and concentrated on her notes. A stagehand came by and carefully put out 4 mugs of water for each of the mass on the set. Jessica caught a glimpse of herself in the video monitor lizard off set. It was quite a sight. The warm, fertile, dark colors of the set contrasted starkly with her bright purple blue jacket crown. The contrast was almost as austere as that of her flyspeck egg white sort, squeezed between two hulking black men on a large grim couch.

Then the vocalization boomed over the speaker system again ...

"vertebral column in pentad, foursome, THREE, TWO, ONE ..."

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"Good evening,"Jessica spoke into the camera."Welcome to the second hour of a very especial episode of"The whole Truth ”. We'd like to prompt you one last fourth dimension that tonight's installment of"The Whole trueness"contains material of a sensitive nature, and is intended only for a mature audience. There will be no more commercial breaks this eve. You may give heard of them, you may have heard their music, and If you've been with us throughout the evening, you've seen their videos. You know that"Black Phallus"is a controversial mathematical group. Now, in the studio, we will here their thinking on their contestation, their music, and their philosophy. Here with me in the studio apartment are the three member of the rap group Black member. To my left hand, is B-Love. To my right is Shemar, and finally, to my far right, is Big microphone. sound evening valet, thank you for being here this evening."

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

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

"discussion of mouth"Shemar responded quickly,"people heard respectable medicine, and the club scene spreads word fasting. So does the internet, and virtually Pres Young people, the people who buy our euphony, are online. Word gets around fast."

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

"Well,"Big Mike interjected this time,"we got good cycle, unassailable beatniks, and some bold rime. masses like what we're sayin ’. Radio and TV don't topic beyond that ... that's the occupation end of it. If the great unwashed like the music, they'll get it, they'll find out about it, talk about it."

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

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

Jessica was a little puzzled by Shemar's insistence on the"lawful"nature of the Sung dynasty's language. Perhaps he was just trying to ‘ halt in character reference'? She decided to let the input go for the time being.

"You say you want citizenry to ascertain about your school of thought of human being sexuality,"Jessica asked,
"but doesn't the graphic nature of your words immediately push button citizenry away. Doesn't it cause them not want to listen to you or hear your thought ?"

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

"Some people might say that the ground your euphony isn't heard on the wireless, or seen on music picture channels, is because your lyrics are misogynistic, sexually explicit, and you're perpetuating hateful stereotypes."Jessica commented.

"Shit, that ain't it at all ! !"Big microphone shook his mind,"The grounds our music don't get played is that the whiteboys running the receiving set Stations of the Cross and TV mesh are scared of us !"

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

"lawsuit we tellin'the TRUTH !"The Sojourner Truth can't be offence to cipher but liars ... hoi polloi 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 set aside segue into a new line of questioning."Let's public lecture about the truth. You contend that your lyrics accurately discover your honest school of thought and your music videos depict actual events. Is that so ?"

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

Jessica began to wonder if she had been mistaken. Maybe these Sung weren't political satire. Jessica found herself wondering if maybe the title really were rightful. This ‘ philosophical system'of grim male favourable position the group espoused was something they seemed to take seriously. And there was no denying that these men flaunted their gender ... Maybe they were just like any other doorknocker, bragging about their subjection. But those stories ! They were so horrid ! wife, Bridget, mothers, girl, cheerleaders ... Maybe the plug and contestation was just about selling phonograph recording and making a Buck. Sex sold ... and controversy even more so. Surely that was it ... the stories were exaggerated to sell records.

"But there are some magnification, here, aren't there ? Some artistic permit meant to sire disceptation, or titillate ?"Jessica asked in a challenging manner.

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

Jessica thought she had finally found a chink in their armor. Shemar had specifically said ‘ birdcall ’. Perhaps the songs were true, but the video recording were exaggerated. She could ask them about the picture, and maybe catch them in a lie. Of path, she would have to be careful not to dwell on the mental imagery in some of those picture ... and the feelings that they had given her when she watched them.

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

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

Jessica felt herself blush. She was flattered that the men considered her pretty adequate to appear as one of the fashion model in her video ... but then thought about how women were portrayed in the videos and became a bit diss. True, they hadn't said they would limn her in the same light as the other women she'd seen in the video recording ... as some kind of intimate target ... some bimbo who would succumb to a big peter ... a big ... contraband ... cock ... Jessica's thoughts began to swim imagery from the videos ... the wife and the black pipe fitter ... the mother/daughter squad with the daughter's swain ... the cheerleaders ... they all looked so happy ... and those gorgeous black men ... huge muscle ... 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 gibe to appear in one of their videos.

"Thank you, I'll have to consider it."Jessica said curtly, but politely, and returned to her questions."Let's look just at the stories told in the picture we showed in the 1st hour of the program. Their titles were ... let me get these in order ... ‘ albumen Wedding, Blacked Brides'?"

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

"spade In The Wood pot"Jessica continued.

Shemar nodded,"yes."

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

"And ‘ Only cancel ’, are those right ?"Jessica asked. She knew the form of address were correct, but the maneuver of asking for ratification of facts was vulgar practice in an interview. It forced a response from the subjects, keeping them on their toes. Unfortunately the graphic titles thwarted Jessica's attempt to repress the imagery from the videos.

The men all nodded.

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

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

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

"And these affair happened as you depict them ?"Jessica asked slowly ..."The seduction of Brigid at their nuptials ? The cheerleaders at the basketball game game ? ... the cheating wife with the speech man ... the plumber ... the security officeholder ... the pocket billiards man ... her ... maternity ... ?"

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

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

Jessica's mind reeled at the idea that those events might have actually transpired. The vignettes from the videos and birdsong replayed in her head ... the Saint Bride joining her bridesmaids with dim men ... the association football mom getting gangfucked by the total darkness soccer musician ... the black vagrant seducing the wife and twin daughter's from the crime syndicate that took him in ... The monolithic riot on that airplane ... Jessica fell silent for a few s. The heat from the studio apartment lights, combined with the sexual imagery flitting through her nous, was making her spark headed. It was obvious to all observance that she was imagining each scenario as she mentioned it.

B-Love's otherwise stoic side cracked the svelte smile on one English, almost smirking. Jessica noticed it out of the 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 Sojourner Truth is what it is."Shemar shrugged,"we can't help that. It's only natural."

Jessica was about to ask them to tell a specific incident when she suddenly realized something. None of the knocker had yet mentioned the interracial aspect of their euphony. The melodic theme of opprobrious men dominating white woman, and stealing them from white men was repeatedly and strongly emphasized in their music. If their intent was to generate controversy in fiat to sell to a greater extent CDs, then they should birth mentioned the interracial element by this point in the interview. The interracial element in the album was clearly part of the jounce value.

Yet throughout the whole interview, they had many opportunities to make particular commentary on their title and their philosophy, but they hadn't done so. Not one had mentioned the fact that all the adult female in these scenarios were white, and all the men were lightlessness. Not one of them had even mentioned the issuing of subspecies. Jessica wondered why this was.

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

"well,"explained Shemar,"It's all about nature, about cardinal sexuality and beast instinct. Every song on our CD, every music telecasting we've made, demonstrates cancel selection. The female of the species wants to be bred by the Alpha male of her species. It's raw selection, survival of the fittest. Women go for men who are more muscular, who look like hard defenders, substantially provider ... That ain't a new concept, that's just Darwin."

Again, Jessica noticed no mention of the racial facial expression of the music. Now it was obvious to her what they were doing. They were trying to make her raise the matter. It was a baron play in the interview. They wanted Jessica McFarland to make the stately introduction of the chemical group's doctrine to her audience. They wanted to manifest that she recognized it ... and possibly imply that she endorsed it. Jessica wasn't about to let him manipulate her like that.

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

"How so ?"Shemar asked innocently.

"fountainhead, for one thing,"Jessica carefully spoke, trying to find a way to defecate one of the rappers raise the race issue,"some might say that your interpretation is offensive."

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

"wellspring for one thing,"Jessica countered,"it treats woman like objects."

"Not at all !"Shemar replied."On the reverse, there are many char in our birdcall and telecasting that are shown to be making alternative about the men they are with."

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

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

"Because the only when 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 livid interviewer.

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

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

Jessica went whitened. The question was valid ... why did she count it degrading ? The cleaning lady were clearly making choices between the men ... the fact that they chose Shirley Temple Black men shouldn't be degrading. Jessica stammered and sputtered, trying to receive 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 married women throwing away their marriages, their life, their folk ... just for sex. That's what's degrading. You're suggesting that cleaning woman aren't in control of their intimate urges. That's suggesting that men are higher-ranking to women, because they control these impulse in women."

"All we're trying to say is that womanhood are primal beings."Shemar smiled."The bounds of society can't compete with natural impulse. There's zilch degrading about nature."We're not saying men are superior to women."

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

"Oh, that's easy."Big mike chuckled."That's because we're saying that disastrous men are superior to clean men !"

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

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

"But,"Jessica interrupted,"You're saying that all alpha male person are dim, or that cleaning woman should find a man attractive only if he's disgraceful. Your language depict women as being sexual aim, nigrify men as some kind of super men, and Andrew Dickson White male as feeble and afraid. Some hoi polloi could find this to be racialist, male chauvinist, and offensive."

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

"And like I said earlier,"Big Mike added,"the white boy in charge of TV and Radio don't want their women to know the truth. The truth that Black person men are superior to all other men. That's why our euphony don't get gaming !"

"So,"Jessica challenged,"are you really saying that inkiness Male are ranking to all former Male ? And that there is some Brobdingnagian conspiracy to hide this fact ? Is this really what you believe ?"

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

"expression at the statistics,"Shemar interjected,"since the days of consolidation, fateful men have dominated sports. Their acrobatic ability is unparalleled in the homo race. In plus to this, we're highly influential in the music industry. All of the greatest instrumentalist over the endure century were black men, or influenced by black men. If it wasn't for prejudice, racialism, and the ‘ old boy'network, we'd probably run the business globe too."

"And of course ..."Mike piped up, in his gravely interpreter,"we dominate as buff ... every woman whoever appeared in a Negro member video knows that !"

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

"We don't effect them to do nothin'!"Big mike interrupted,"Every one of those albumen girls we hired ended up having sex with the Black example when we shot the video. 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 vista and sex vista, but once we get those hot whitened women together with those black studs, and they get they clothes off, nature just took its course ! Sometimes we be filmin'and they just strip out of they little modesty-thongs and crap and just get busy, mightily on camera ! jack, a lot of the footage you just aired was them actually having sex ! Ask any of those girls and they'll tell you. Whiteboys just can't take care of business concern in the chamber like a BLACK MAN can !"

"What ?"Jessica asked, shocked. All this was a little too much for Jessica to believe. This claim of very sex in the picture was even more outrageous than their claims of true stories behind the song lyrics. The song lyrics might be avowedly, but at least the ‘ characters'were give pseudonyms. In the video, performer'faces could be seen ! Jessica wondered how some of them would react to these claims. She also wondered why some of those girl willingly did that for a music video, 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 TV ... they certainly wouldn't expect her to give birth sex with men on camera ! Jessica realized this had to be just another thingummy to sell records and perpetuate a badboy range."It's a disgrace you didn't honorable mention all this to our producers."Jessica smirked."I would get it on to consume interviewed some of the models from this shoot, to verify this claim."

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

"precondition the fact that your TV are deemed too explicit to be aired on any of the euphony telecasting epithelial duct,"Jessica said coolly,"why not just dissipate the music videos 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 television in the promise that we would be able to air them on music video communication channel. We carefully framed our injection so that nil too explicit could be seen clearly, apart from a bare ass every once in a while. We did that for every one of our video. Still, the music video meshing wouldn't air them. We were disappointed to say the least. We still shot some of our own footage though. We're in the appendage of editing special edition videos now, for release on DVD next year. They'll be hardcore. That's how we're going to do all of our video from now on ... shoot them hardcore, and release them on DVD. Of class the DVD with our get-go videos will also feature the pilot ‘ tame'cutting off of each television you aired here today, along with the new hardcore edits, some hot scene that had to be deleted for time, and some intense behind the scenes footage."

"Aw, HELL yeah !"microphone said."That Black-Cock-Pit shoot was fucking intense ! A lot of girls learned the truth THAT day ! I taught a whole LOT of pretty Edward White girls that once you go grim you don't go back ! Best day of their lives ! Hades, it was the better 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 give up herself to get flustered or rattled by Mike's allusions to the intimate myths that the group liked to perpetuate ... let alone the logical implication that she would embrace the myth as well. If this was the best they could do, she did n't have to worry about their publicity stunt ! Nevertheless, she had to stay in control ... she couldn't let these men dominate her ... audience ... the conversation. Jessica chose to ignore the innuendo, but before she could ask another question, Big Mike spoke again.

"semen on Jessica !"Big microphone grinned,"No man can do it like a dim man. char everywhere are learning that they want it ... they need it ... big and black. Like the strain said ‘ No char can resist, a Shirley Temple Black cock fountainhead, bighearted than her clenched fist ! ’. No woman can resist, especially not a amercement womanhood like you Jessica !"

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Becky Davenport gasped when she heard Big Mike talking that way to the pretty blonde anchorwoman, her baby's boss. Big microphone from ‘ Black member'was obviously hitting on Jessica McFarland. Becky noticed how the pretty blonde anchorwoman's big tits heaved while she talked to the gorgeous Joseph Black rappers. It was obvious to Becky that the journalist was extremely turned on. How could she not be ? If their claim were true, then these rappers were so hot that they were able to score and fucked their models, actresses, and dancers on the land site of their videos'yield and included the footage in the telecasting ! And now that Big microphone was coming on to Jessica McFarland, Becky found herself wondering if they would do the same thing to this network television journalist. Becky dropped her hand to her puss and began rubbing again !


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"In-Interesting ... uh ... thank you."Jess stammered, barely suppressing a shiver. She'd ignored Big mike's point of reference to the myth of black men's phallus size, 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 service but be suddenly reminded of her dream, when she saw herself as a Bride and a nigrify man's giant handwriting were pawing her full White person breasts. She shook her head, trying to take in her judgement of the image, desperately trying to think of a dubiousness to ask. She couldn't leave that gossip hanging in the air like that. Big Mike was demeaning her, and challenging her commitment as a wife just for a gaudy laugh or a promotional gizmo !"But I think I can resist just fine. I'm a happily married woman."

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

Again, Jessica shivered. There was something very disturbing about B-Love ... especially when he spoke ... and especially with what he was saying now. It made Jessica think of Billy's recent problems. She thought of billy club's small, limp dick. She couldn't imagine it erect ... probably because she hadn't seen it erect for a various weeks. Jessica couldn't help but momentarily drop her big blue heart down to the large bulge running the length of B-Love's thy. The bulge that was a lot magnanimous than baton's. Suddenly, it moved ! The bulge twitched ever so slightly, but Jessica felt her pussy shiver at that very moment ! Then suddenly Jessica's purview was blocked when B-Love rested his hand on the swelling.

"No !"Jessica whimpered, involuntarily. She realized that she'd said it out loud and that she was staring at the rapper's privates. Pulling her gaze from B-Love's jut, she scrambled for a set phrase to plausibly go forward her ebullition. She was rapidly losing control of the consultation ... not to observe command over herself ...

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

"You've actually just brought up a point that I would wish to ask you all about."Jessica said, attempting to compose herself."Some of your birdsong feature the seduction of get married women. Many people find this particularly noisome. You seem to encourage sexual sleeping around and infidelity whenever a seemingly ‘ better'Male comes along."

"Not just any ‘ better male'“ Big Mike grinned,"a Joseph Black male person ! The real reason people are offended is because they are racialist !"

"Do you really thing slipstream is the only real number issue here ?"Jessica asked."You're suggesting that women are incompetent of controlling their floor desires. What about woman's intellect ? Aren't humankind more than just animals ? Aren't we civilized ? What about deference, and allegiance ? responsibility and love ? Are you suggesting that a woman would desolate all these things for some primeval instinct, just because a so-called physically powerful alpha male came along ?"

"Civilization, respect, loyalty, even roll in the hay are all just pare deep ... a matter of the judgement. Race is the tangible issue because that is a matter of nature."Shemar said gently. He gently put a turgid black hand on Jessica's articulatio genus as he spoke to her, staring deep into her middle."Nature is primal. Nature is sodding. Nature is forever. Nature runs DEEP."He hit the word hard, while looking directly into Jessica's crystal-blue eye."We're just telling the accuracy 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 multitude to look past societal conventions ... at what really matters. That's the message of all our music on this album, and our next record album. people are trying to deny nature, and nature can not be denied. nonentity can deny nature."

Shemar's deal gently rubbed Jessica's thy as he spoke. Jessica barely noticed this, hypnotized as she was by Shemar's thick brown eye ... When she finally managed to wear out his gaze, she glanced down at her banker's bill, and saw that he had pushed her bird up a few inches, to her mid thigh ... revealing the pinnacle of her Black stockings. Jessica quickly tugged her skirt down while trying to interchange the subject. She tried to force Shemar's script off her leg, but he didn't John Donald Budge. Not wanting to soak up care to Shemar's roaming hired man, Jessica didn't fight him too much. Instead, she ended up resting her own mitt on top of his.

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

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

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

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

"N..no, I can't say that I have."Jessica responded quietly. She couldn't avail but be intimidated by B-Love. He was so big and powerful. His interpreter was so tranquilize, yet strong and confrontational. On top of that, his mirror sunglasses betrayed none of his emotion, while at the same prison term showing a tiny, Theodore Harold White reflection of Jessica, framed by a herculean black boldness. It made her find minor ... timid ... submissive.

B-Love, his face still expressionless, quietly explained."It was a vocal written during the daytime of integration, an effort to raise up White River anger against the idea of putting Negro and Andrew Dickson White in the Saame schools and neck of the woods. It is ironic that it only succeeded in exposing the real ground whiteboys feared integration ... the fear they had of being exposed as a sexual humbug, and losing his wife or girl to the obviously superscript Shirley Temple male. Our reading is called"She Ran Off With Some Niggaz ”. We've adapted the song to our mode of rap, and we're collaborating with a distaff artist, to recite the Song's tale from a White person cleaning woman's degree of aspect. She'll sing about how she used to be with E. B. White boys, but now, she will only ever be with a black man ..."

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

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

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

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

Brandi Pierce was the hottest pop princess in the industry. She'd started out as a Christian-pop-rock vocalizer when she was in her mid teens, but over the past couple of years she'd adopted a more secular, yet still virtuous ikon. Jessica had interviewed the young lady final stage twelvemonth, on the eve of her 18th natal day, and Brandi had seemed genuinely inexperienced person. Jessica knew, like everybody in the industry, that over the past twelvemonth the Brigham Young singer adopted a much sexy prototype ... but collaboration with pitch blackness Phallus ?

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

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

coming into court in a blackness phallus picture was still a hell of a leap though. Jessica could barely compass it. Brandi Pierce ... and these ... hoodlum ! If blackness Phallus's other TV were any indication, then the blonde pop princess would be shedding the last remnants of her ‘ destitute'image in a particularly spectacular manner !

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

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

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

"We do have a niggling 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 different call ?"

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

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

"Lonely,"Shemar responded, when B-Love remained soundless."It's about a young woman, engaged to be married to her high school day beauty, but left all alone when he goes off on an prolonged patronage slip. While he's away, she's find solace in the weapon of a smuggled man."

"Black MEN."B-Love corrected.

"I ... I see"Jessica stuttered anxiously, the question seemed stuck in her throat."And will you testify me ... I mean ... us ... our viewers ... this cartridge clip tonight ?"Jessica heard herself ask the interrogative almost as if she was watching the audience, rather than participating in it.

This wasn't the first time during the consultation that one of her interrogative had blurred the distinction between journalistic pursuit and a personal ... enthrallment. The opportunity for an sole first look at footage from a new euphony telecasting was something that she had to prosecute, as a good journalist ... but that was just the professional cause for wanting to see the footage. The whole truth, whether or not Jessica could admit the fact, was that she personally wanted ... needed ... to see the new video. The videos ... the euphony ... the men ... everything about pitch blackness Phallus was driving her to larn more ... she found them ... captivating.

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

"Well"Jessica said anxiously, looking into the wrong camera,"let's see it. Without further ado, KNEN nowadays, for the first time anywhere, footage from Black phallus's new TV, ‘ Lonely'!"

Jessica immediately turned her attention to the video Monitor, anxiously awaiting the outset of the footage and music. She saw herself on the silver screen, sitting between the two goliath black rappers ... but didn't notice them exchanging smiles, trice, and nods. The picture went away, as the new video started.

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Becky leaned forward on the couch and watched the TV filmdom intently."Yes ! Another video recording !"She gasped, her hands now frantically fondling her young, inexperienced bloodless consistency. The girl was so completely engrossed in her self-pleasure, she didn't hear the auditory sensation of the garage door opening, just like she hadn't heard the phone ringing earlier.

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"Lonely"opens with a gentle chiming music ... like the plucking of a harp. We see a delicate, feminine, white bridge player writing a letter. Beside the letter, on the penning desk, is a photograph of a handsome immature white man, in a heart-shaped frame. As the helping hand writes, we hear a flabby female vocalisation oral presentation ...

"Dear Brett,"coos the voice, before being interrupted by one of the black rapper's voices. He raps the next few assembly line, while the mitt keeps writing. The video cuts quickly between the writing script, and the half-naked muscular black knocker. As the knocker sing, a slow, but aggressive beat from freshwater bass guitar quickly begins to dominate the dreamy gong music.

"We hope you like it there in EC"rapped Shemar,
"Though she begged you not to go !
But you left your Loretta Young fiancée here,
Without you all alone !
So now we got to recite you,
There's no need to hurry back,
See, she's found some fun without you,
With some one big and pitch blackness !"

"YEAH !"smash Big microphone's voice.

As the delicate white helping hand continues committal to writing, there is a newsbreak to a Edward Douglas White Jr. guy reading the letter. seismic disturbance spreads across his face as he shakes his foreland in disbelief. This is cut together with very fast-cut footage of muscular pitch-black pectus, munition, and shoulders ... some of shots featuring a small bone helping hand wearing an ornate engagement ring, and running over rippling hot chocolate muscles.

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

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As the picture continues, we return to television of the letter-writing hand. A refrain starts, sung by the woman who opened the TV. The daughter seems to be moaning the lyrics ... Her moans correspond with movements of the handwriting as it writes.

"I was just so-oh-OH lonely without you-ooOOH !"moans the girl 's innocent-sounding voice.
The letter-writing hand suddenly jumps, dragging a line of reasoning across the page.
There is a jiffy of footage of a pair of panties hitting the floor. They've been ripped apart. This is cut quickly with a dart woman's backtalk, 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 deal drops the pen, and the digit flinch, wadding the paper briefly. These images are edited together with flashing of a Edward Douglas White Jr. woman's naked back. The Angle of the camera dead reckoning indicates that she is bent over. We see two large Negro hands run up her incline, and grab her bantam waist from behind ! The TV quickly cuts back to the script as it picks up the pen, flattens the paper, and continues writing ...

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Jessica stared at the monitor lizard, completely engrossed in the legal action on screen. In venom of the fact that it was only a minute into the song, and that there wasn't nearly as much obvious sexual mental imagery as the other videos ... Jessica was hornier than she'd ever been that night. Her school principal was so taint with lustfulness that she was completely incognizant that she'd managed to undo to top button of her already-too-revealing cap, showing off even more of her full white cleavage. Worse still, she'd started rubbing her cunt through her chick with one hand, while running her fingertips along her cleavage with the other.

television camera moved around the studio, carefully capturing Jessica's every move and intimation ... even though their signal wasn't currently being broadcast. The home plate viewers were only seeing the rap television at that mo ... just like Jessica.

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

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


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Jessica wasn't the exclusively one engrossed by the new video recording. Becky Davenport was frantically rubbing her pure white pussy and teasing her button as she watched the action mechanism unfold. She squeezed her house bloodless titties roughly ... pinching and twisting her offspring pink nipple. She was on the verge of climax when she was interrupted by a severe scream.

"Rebecca Davenport ! !"Karen Davenport screamed at her writhing half-naked daughter"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?"

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"But see I-I-IEEE had to write and recite you-ooOOH !"the familiar voice squealed in the video.
The letter-writing paw start again, this metre forcefully knocking the fiancé's exposure from the desk. There is a rapid succession of footage ... the glass soma hitting the wall and shattering ... a shot of the picture lying on the base among the broken glass ... a large black hand roughly grabbing a head of blonde hairsbreadth ... a shot of dim back-muscles flexing ... and a guesswork of two big, dispirited, slightly-teary middle widening suddenly ... Cut back to the script, it moves back to the last line of work and attempt to continue writing, but just scrawls hap-hazardly across the report ...

"You needed to know-oh-OH ... that I've fou-OW-OW-OUND SOME-WUNNNN ! ! ! ! !"
The womanhood's phonation deteriorates into a wail of delight. The letter-writing bridge player handclasp violently, her finger contract suddenly, snapping the pen in two, and ripping and wadding the report at the same prison term !

The bass rhythm suddenly reaches a fast, thumping crescendo as the telecasting makes a sudden cut to a wide shot. We see a young, sexy Edward Douglas White Jr. woman, leaning forward, bent at the permissive waste, over the committal to writing desk ... she's naked ... but her arms and the tv camera are strategically positioned so that her bosom can not be seen. Her face is hidden by a great deal of indocile blonde hair.

"AND I AIN'T LONELY NO Sir Thomas More !"the girl sings as the guessing suddenly jumps to a wider shot, and we see that one of the calamitous rappers is behind her, apparently fucking her from behind ! She arches her back roughly, wildly tossing her head back, and flipping her long blonde hair out of her beautiful grimace ... a very familiar look !

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


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

Becky Davenport, officious trying to compose herself, was talking at the Lapp sentence as her mother ... trying desperately to propose some variety of feeble account of her behavior."Mom ... I'm sorry ..."the jolly whitened teen stammered, tears of plethora streaming down her pretty face.

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

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

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

Both Karen and Becky stared at the sieve in soundless disbelief.

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

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

Becky did as she was told ... but it was too late. If her mother was trying to go on her from seeing the cleaning woman's face, she'd failed ... and Becky was every bit as shocked as her mother.

"Sarah ! ?"

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"OH MY GOD ! ! ! Sarah ! ? ! ?"Jessica shrieked. She couldn't believe her eyes ! Sarah, her sweet, innocent, beautiful, engaged supporter was in this video ... naked ... simulating a sex act with a man whom she had despised until just a few daytime ago !

Jessica was so shocked that she continued staring, dumbfounded at the silver screen after the time ended. She sat there, stunned, unsounded except for her gruelling breathing, on the air with the Lord of the picture that had fascinated her so. Her replete blanched breasts heaving obscenely in her revealing jacket crown. She didn't even notice that fact that somehow, during the course of the television, she'd managed to unbutton the top two buttons of her crownwork, and had hiked her bird up so high that from the right slant, the cameras could easily see her panties !

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nightstick McFarland's jaw dropped when he recognized the girl in the video. Her facial expression was familiar but her behavior certainly was n't. baton had met Jessica 's assistant several sentence, and had always been impressed by Sarah 's materialistic, vestal demeanor and her inscription to her fiancé and career. He had always admired how she maintained her lordliness and decorum, surrounded by all of those black bastards that drooled all over her at KNEN. He remembered thinking how remarkable it was that a char as young and beautiful as Sarah held such strict ethics and ethics.

Now as billystick watched Sarah 's gyrating nude human body in a music video clipping, he was forced to wonder if somehow all of Sarah 's previously buttoned-down behavior had been some sort of professional charade. The Sarah Davenport he knew would never appear nude person in some seamy music video recording, let alone copy a sex vista with some whale black beast. It was detestable ! Still, there she was, on television, writhing away in some so-called music television that was little more than softcore pornography. How could she do it ? What kind of awful hussy was she ?

As horrible as it was to see Sarah degrade herself in the music video, Jessica McFarland 's reaction to the sight was absolutely chilling to billystick.

Billy could n't conceive his married woman 's response. Jessica 's mouth hung open ... hungrily, obscenely. Somehow the top two clit of her crown had come undone, her beautiful breasts were almost hanging out of the jacket now, and the hold of her black lacy bra was clearly visible. Then he saw her skirt ... or rather ... her panties ! Somehow Jessica 's annulus had ridden up, causing her panties to be seeable from the tv camera angle.

Worse still, it seemed that nonentity in the studio had noticed the fact that Jessica 's step-in were visible, because the camera operator stayed on that angle, and the studio did n't cut away to a unlike tv camera ... and then ...

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

The camera began to zoom in on Jessica 's panties. The studio HAD noticed that her pantie were visible ... and rather than protect her reserve, they were going to exploit her ! Billy watched in horror as the camera zoomed in on Jessica 's privates, and scanned upwards, over her trunk, pausing on her heaving blanched boob. Billy was furious. What the inferno was going on in that studio ?

Two Bible suddenly popped into his head.

'' publicity Stunt ''.

Was this the publicity stunt ? Showing Jessica a softcore porn picture of her personal supporter ... flashing some inexpensive shot of Jessica 's panties and cleavage ... something to make her tone like some horny airhead ? How could they do that to her ? A respected journalist ... his wife ... humiliated ... degraded ... Just for some stupid rap group 's packaging stunt ? Those Logos of bitch ! He had to get out ; he had to facilitate Jessica !

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

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

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

'' They might try some form of packaging stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his oral sex again, `` ... I might have to go along with it ... ''

baton increased his frantic lacing on the threshold, and began calling for assist. Everybody ignored his outcry ... Everybody but a small hidden photographic camera and microphone, that monitored and recorded all of his reactions and behavior.

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"That's all there is of the television, I'm afraid."Shemar said, coolly, snapping Jessica out of her sentiment. The bozo started laughing quietly.

Jessica slowly recovered from her shock ... hearing the chuckle of the men around her. Why were they laughing ? Was this some form of joke ? Jessica's centre lit up with an disconnected realization. It was over ... that was the publicity stunt. That was why Sarah had been behaving so strangely ... she 'd been a part of the publicity stunt ! All of the things these guys had been saying and doing in the studio apartment that night, were all designed for shock value ... just like their albums. This television must have been some variety of put-on ... a stunt, planned for her interview, in monastic order to rattle her. That must be it ! Sarah would never REALLY cheat on Brad. Her ‘ surprise'appearance was just an try to shock Jessica McFarland on home television receiver ... and thus perpetuate their ‘ dangerous'bad boy range of a function ! Well, it had almost worked, but now she was going to attest that Jessica McFarland couldn't be taken advantage of quite so easily.

"Yes, I see."Jessica breathed, adopting a fictitious equanimity. Even though she knew the video had to be some kind of joke or stunt, it had still left her very ... excited. Jessica steadied her mettle for a moment, trying to recover her pro demeanor ... still completely incognizant of the DoS of her jacket and doll ... or apparently the fact that her audience subjects 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 audience that the young woman 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 joke. I guess this finally confirms the fact that your group is really a bright satire on prejudice and stereotypes about black men, and mixed kinship !"

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

"Aw, HELL no !"Big Mike interrupted,"damn girlfriend, that ain't it at all ! We're life-threatening baby, don't you understand ? We seduced that girl finish night ! She ain't interested 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 publicity stunt.

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

"She loves THIS more !"B-Love said, obscenely groping his seawall through his fateful leather gasp. Jessica was shocked to see that the oversized bulge in B-Loves drawers had actually gotten bad over the course of action of the interview ! She could barely pull her optic away ... it took her a moment to recover her thoughts.

"No ... no !"Jessica shook her head ;"You can't await me to think that that picture was for real !"

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

"No, it's just not possible !"Jessica shook her fountainhead, frantically ... her composure was rapidly deteriorating. She wasn't just trying to expose a publicity stunt any more ... now she was fighting for her notion. She didn't want to conceive that Sarah ... that any fair sex could be seduced so quickly ... so easily."She's engaged to a fantastic man, whom she loves very much !"

"Jessica, that doesn't really mingy anything."Shemar said, softly. He gently brushed some blonde hair out of Jessica's face."I told you. The rules and conventions of guild can not compete with the laws of nature. Any womanhood, confronted with a truly superior male will be compelled to posit to him, sexually. It doesn't topic if how a lot she supposedly loves another man ! Her ‘ love'will redirect itself towards the master male ! We've done this before !"

Now she had them ! There was no way they could bear witness that they'd seduced marital woman. There would be no sluttish way of verifying any title like that. Even if a cleaning woman would acknowledge to succumbing to their magical spell, she might not do so on national telecasting ... and if a char did that, she might bear been paid to do so, to aid in the perpetuation of"Black Phallus's"paradigm of sexual ascendance. Still, for some intellect that Jessica couldn't understand, part of her wanted to be proved wrong."Can you test that ?"Jessica challenged excitedly.

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

Jessica looked at the gold-chain necklace closely. She'd noticed it earlier, seeing it glinting and glimmering beautifully against B-Love's muscular blackness chest, but there had been something odd about it. As she looked more closely, Jessica observed that the links in the chain were turgid than the links one normally sees in a necklace. Additionally, their size and semblance were not all the Saame. Most of the links were aureate, but some appeared to be platinum or silver. Some contact were slightly declamatory than the others were, but all were delicately made. They were inter-linked together, in three wrangle, like mountain chain mail. Throughout this formula of metal connectedness, Jessica could see bright, shining gemstones. Like the linkup, the Harlan Stone were of different sizes and vividness. The arranging of the endocarp was generous, but seemed random, with no symmetry or approach pattern that Jessica could see. Jessica then realized that the Stone seemed to be mounted, individually to finical links, but they were only ever mounted on one side as if ... as if ... No ! No it couldn't be !

When the realization hit Jessica, a shiver went up her acantha, and a tingle went through her slit. She unconsciously fingered her wedding ring as she continued staring at B-Love's necklace. She looked from radio link ... to link ... to link ... confirming her observation.

The data link in the chain were made up of rings ... not simple chain of mountains nexus made of precious metallic element, but women's jewelry ... wedding banding and engagement rings ! Some were gilded, some platinum ... some with baseball diamond, some without ... there even some that were engraved with password like ‘ love'or ‘ forever'... and some were even engraved with epithet. There were dozens of them, all split apart, then soldered around one another, making a chain-mail necklace of tattered 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 interlocking tintinnabulation and wedding rings."B-Love smiled."Of form, this isn't my just necklace."

Jessica's centre remained doctor, hypnotically, on the glittering testament to B-Love's intimate prowess. Could this testify their title ?"No ... no ... You ... could have just bought the band ... and made the necklace that way ... and even if you did get them from other cleaning woman ... that doesn't mean that Sarah ..."

Jessica stopped mid-sentence as B-Love shook his capitulum, and held up one side of the necklace, pointing at one of the connexion. Jessica stared at it in incredulity. The link was a stunning purpose of gold, platinum, and diamonds. The atomic number 78 band was etched and inlaid with a delicate atomic number 79 blueprint. This delicate blueprint had been the cause of the ring 's lengthy fitting allowance. Jessica remembered Sarah telling her that.

"Oh my God !"Jessica gasped."That's Sarah's engagement ring !"

Jessica stared at Sarah's ring ... she'd remembered Sarah telling her it was an heirloom ... it had been in Brad's house for a hundred and fifty years. Now it hung with 62 others, around the cervix of a man who had taken Brad's fiancée. Jessica could see an atrocious seam in the touchy filigree, where the ring had been cut clumsily apart, then sloppily soldered back together after being woven into the necklace. Was it potential that Sarah had actually been seduced ? These bozo were awfully good-looking ... hard ... probably very well hung ... Jessica's imagination reeled with word-painting of her demure youth assistant being fucked mercilessly by any one ... maybe every one ... of the immense black men sitting around her. It must have been unbelievable ! But no ... this still didn't prove anything ...

Jessica turned her head to typeface Shemar, finding her lips inches away from his ..."It ... could ... you might have stolen it ..."Jessica gasped ... desperate to deny that a virtuous young woman would succumb to another man so quickly ... let alone one of the rapper of Black phallus.

"Why are you so do-or-die to believe that Sarah wouldn't have let herself be seduced so easily ?"Shemar asked.

Jessica remained dumb ; she turned away from Shemar. She didn't want to admit the real number reason Sarah's conquest had upset her. Again, she found herself staring at Sarah's hoop, broken, and woven in with so many other gang ... and again, Jessica involuntarily began fidgeting with her own. B-Love smiled.

"We could get Sarah in here,"Big mike said,"you could ask her yourself ... that would prove it !"

"No !"Jessica shook her head word ..."You could have ... you could have paid her. She might lie for you ... it could all be role of the publicity stunt."

"Stunt ?"Big Mike responded,"kick, I keep telling you, this ain't no stunt. She has gone black, and she AIN'T NEVER goin'back ! We seduced Sarah last night and fucked her grueling, filmed the totally affair ... you can see it if you want. We have that footage too ! You want to see it ?"

"No !"Jessica said, shaking her pass ... but it was a lie. She wanted to see the footage ... she desperately wanted to see these men in military action. She was starved for it. She wanted to see their beautiful dead body ... their muscles ... their huge peter ... yes, they had to own Brobdingnagian 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 ventilation was becoming shallow ... her physical structure felt like it was on fervidness ..."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 prove that any intelligent, mature, doctor up fair sex would fall for that ... that ‘ once you go black'folderal !"

"Is that a fact ?"Big Mike smiled.

"Yes !"Jessica shouted.

"And are YOU a sound, mature, twist around woman ?"Shemar asked quietly.

"Yes, yes I am !"Jessica blurted ... and instantly regretted it.

"So,"Big Mike said, standing up, peeling off his shirt, and revealing his brawny black torso. All three of the men were now shirtless, and surrounded the tiny white journalist."You won't fall for no ‘ once you go black nonsense ’, right ?"

"No !"Jessica said ... trying frenziedly to cut the agonizing tingling in her twat.

"So ..."Big mike reasoned,"I guess that means, there's only one way that we can prove that we can make ANY char ... any twist around, levelheaded, mature woman ... like you !"

Jessica's eyes widened with alarm clock as she heard Big microphone's dustup, and saw him reaching for the fly of his trouser !

"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 microphone chided,"You said it yourself ! It's the only way we can prove that an intelligent, mature, twist married woman like you will think in the sexual top executive of a big blacken pecker !"

"You can't do this !"Jessica blurted, Her heart darted back and Forth between the three Black person rappers'shining, bare, and mesomorphic black chests ... her purulent felt like it was on flaming."I mean ... you can't trick me into falling for some sappy racist myth !"

"And what myth would that be ? B-Love smiled, standing up. Jessica turned and suddenly found herself at eye level with the enormous jut in his leather pants.

"You know ... that size falderol ... ‘ Once you go black, you never go back !'..."Jessica blurted ... again ... instantly regretting that she'd said it. Her mind.. her essence ... her pussy ... were all racing with excitement now.

"But that's not a myth."Shemar said, standing up ... All three of the hefty dark rappers surrounded the lilliputian Patrick Victor Martindale White diarist now ... she was trapped, sitting on the big couch ... 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.

"DOES THIS LOOK the like A MYTH TO YOU, BITCH ? ! !"B-Love shouted.

Suddenly Jessica heard a meretricious ‘ zip'from her left hand ... and turned ...

"OH ! ! OH MY GOD ! ! !"

YOU SON OF A BITCH !"Billy yelled angrily as bust filled his eyes. He watched the studio feed in the waiting room."THIS dickhead HAS GONE TOO FAR ! ! THIS IS DISGUSTING ! ! I'M loss TO FUCKING putting to death THOSE SONS OF BITCHES ”.

'' ... They might try some kind of promotional material stunt ... '' Jessica 's voice echoed in his intellect. `` ... Something you might not like ... I might cause to go along with it ... the meshwork really wants this consultation ! ``

Billy beat on the room access again, screaming to be let out ... he finally collapsed ... sobbing ... helpless ... but he couldn't depend away from the TV blind if he'd tried.

This had to be it ... this had to be the promotion stunt she warned him about.

'' Just a publicity stunt '' Billy muttered staring at the screen, `` it 'll be over soon. It has to be ! ``

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At that second promotion stunts were the final thing on Jessica McFarland 's mind.

Jessica 's big blue eyes widened at the sight of B-Love's tool. It was tremendous ... so black ... and ... and ... absolutely beautiful ... and so ... BLACK ! It had to be a metrical foot long, easily, and probably 6 or 7 inches around ! She inhaled ... smelling its musky ... but pleasant aroma. She felt her pussy spasm. Desperately, she tried to seem 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 nighttime or thick. Big mike moved around in front of Jessica, after unleashing his own giant cock. Big microphone's cock was only about 10 or 11 column inch long, but thick-skulled than B-Love's. Jessica was completely overcome by impact ... she'd never seen so many cocks ... so big ... so black ... so ... strong ! It took every fibre of her being to withstand taking one of them in her back talk rightfield then and there ... she didn't understand why this was ... it seemed natural ... but she'd never been that ... that ‘ cock-hungry'before ! All she knew for certain was that if she didn't get away from these men soon ... she wouldn't be able to resist them.

Desperate to get away, Jessica put up one of her tiny white handwriting and tried to shove past tense Shemar, but her hand just landed on his behemoth black cock ... and her fingerbreadth just seemed to want to wrap around it and reserve on ... she couldn't bring herself to let go !

"How's that MYTH feel ? Big ? Hot ? Hard ?"B-Love laugh softly maliciously.

Frantically, Jessica put out her other bridge player, trying to press preceding B-Love ... and again, her hand found his hammer ... and held it tightly ... she couldn't let go. She looked back and forth ... between her two petite Patrick White hands, grasping these two tremendous melanise cocks. 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 Caucasian hands. Her limb began to move back and forth ... her lily flannel deal stroking the jumbo ebony rods almost as if she 'd put herself under a trance, watching the rhythmic stroke.

Then, she turned to see Big microphone moving closer ... his fat, pitchy cock inches closer and closer to her mouth ... Jessica could feel her tongue, pushing past her backtalk ...

"Now, you sure you don't want to cause a video with us ?"Big Mike growled happily.

Jessica's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly turned and looked at the photographic 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 stoppage to this ? She couldn't believe that the feed hadn't been cut yet ! How could KNEN possibly let this remain ? Surely ... they couldn't air this material now ... it was raunchy ! But then why was everybody still working ?

Jessica's mind suddenly whirled with strange things about tonight's show. The alive broadcast ... all the adult advisories ... uncensored videos ... a no-holds barred interview, uninterrupted ... the specific request that she be the interviewer ....

It was all a set up ! They knew this would happen ... they ... WANTED this to hap ... This solid interview ... it was all a publicity stunt, and she was a part of it ! OH GOD ! She WAS still on the air ! Millions of citizenry were seeing this ! Millions of people across the country were watching her stroke two foot-long black cocks while a tierce one was about to infix her rima oris. BILLY ! BILLY COULD BE watching AT THAT VERY MOMENT ! !

"PLEASE"Jessica moaned ... she was so close to resisting their advances ... and so shut to succumbing ..."We can't… I mean… you can't do this ! I'm tie !"

'' Marriage do n't have in mind bastard sister ! THIS does ! '' Big Mike said, hefting his fat pitch-dark cock in his script ... `` It 's only instinctive baby, you want the considerably breeder, all fair sex do. The fact is dim men are the best stock breeder ! We 're more potent, more virile, more stamina ... and big… we get in trench ! Only a big black stopcock can give you the best fucking of your aliveness ! Your hubby can only leave you a ring !"

Jessica shuddered. Her aspect was prime, her full ovalbumin 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 he-goat ...

"This ring represents my husband's love and respect for me !"Jessica whimpered, rubbing her thighs together, fighting the growing tingling ace in her pussy."This band means that I love him, and I'll never betray him ! I'm his and his alone !"

"HIS ?"B-Love sneered."See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. That's whiteboy brainwashing dogshit ! That ring don't represent making love baby, it represents care. Your whiteboy husband put that ring on your finger because he's afraid that without niggling gold lot, you might get stolen away from him. That ring on your finger is a pathetic attempt by a white man to protect his ‘ belongings ’. It's like a lock on a door. The problem is that little gold ignition lock on that threshold won't stand up to a big ignominious battering ram !"

Jessica shook her head."This ring is a symbol of my idolatry to my married man !"

"What ring ? THIS RING here ?"B-Love laughed cruelly, grabbing Jessica 's wrist and pulling the ring from her finger then lifting it up above his head !"symbolic representation huh ? Funny, I'm pretty certainly it's just a piece of fucking jewelry ! A pretty small gold set, like the one in my necklace ! It's a link in a chain… a chain that attaches you to your husband. Maybe it's time to infract that chain, Mrs. McFarland !"

"No ! My ring ! Please !"Jessica stood lunged for her doughnut as B-Love lifted it above high above her grasp. The blonde lost her balance and fell backwards, sitting back on the sofa where she started. B-Love tossed the hoop to Shemar, who examined it, holding it up to the light."Shemar, please, afford it back !"Jessica pleaded.

"Why would you want it back ?"Shemar asked quietly."What do you demand with this ring when you got three big nigga cocks in front of you ?"

Shemar tossed the ring to Big Mike, who chimed in with his own teasing words."BITCH WE TOLD YOU, THIS hymeneals RING DON'T MEAN SHIT COMPARED TO A BIG BLACK putz !"

"This isn't odd !"she whimpered desperately as baby naughty centre darted back and forth as the men tossed the ring amongst themselves."Give me back my ring !"She was so horny and disjointed she wanted to cry ...

"Not until you admit that what we're saying is true !"B-Love bellowed."THEN, if you want your ring back, we'll give it to you !"

"You know I can't say that !"Jessica moaned.

"Why not ?"Big microphone challenged."You know its true. Are you honestly trying to say me that your husband satisfies you sexually ? A womanhood like you and a weakly interacting massive particle like him ? He probably can't even get it up around you !"

"It's not his fault !"Jessica blurted, confirming her husband's powerlessness on national TV ;"I haven't been paying adequate attention to him ... he's under a lot of tension !"

"BULLSHIT"B-Love shouted."He's a fucking wimp ! There ain't nothing more stressful than being a total darkness man, and we can get it up all the time ! We NEVER have no fuckin'limp-dick problems ! If he can't get it up for you, he's a fucking wimp !"

"Okay"Jessica moaned, indignantly ... desperately watching her doughnut as the men tossed it back and forth, playing their plot of keep-away."I admit it ! I find you attractive ... very sexy… you're all astound ! But I can't cheat on my husband !"Jessica whined.

"aspect,"Shemar cooed down at his horny, but desperately confused prey,"You do n't have anything to worry about here honey. We all already know that it's honest. It 's perfectly instinctive for a beautiful white woman in her sexual prime to desire the self-aggrandizing cock she can get her hands on, and that usually means a black cock. That includes married women, and that includes YOU, Mrs. McFarland. You see, its almost like you would n't be cheating on your hubby 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 straight !"Jessica lied again.

"okey"B-Love said, moving secretive to Jessica, his dick bouncing obscenely,"fair enough. You don't want to admit it ... you don't have to. Like my boy Shemar says, we already KNOW it's genuine. So here's what we'll do. You want you're ring back ? You want out of here ? That's poise baby. Here it is, all you have to do, is just take it."

With that, B-Love carefully balanced Jessica's shining atomic number 79 wedding party band on the tip of his massive, rock-hard, brownish rooster and pointed it straight at her passably white font ! Jessica breathed deeply, trying to remain serene ... the masculine odor hanging in the air filled her nostrils.

"Go ahead Mrs McFarland. compass for it. contain your ring, and you can go. I promise we won't stop you again. Prove to all of us that your marriage vows and professional reputation are more important than your personal sexual ecstasy, and the police of nature !"B-Love gently waved his cock back and forth, teasing Jessica with the look-alike of her wanted wedding ring sitting on his vulgar black cock ... and letting her get a salutary puff of air of his E & I enhanced pheromones.

Jessica felt a chill as she stared at the slew column inch from her case. There was no avoiding it. This was her only chance to get out of the studio before she yielded to her lecherousness for these men. She would probably never see her married man as sexually attractive again ... but she could at to the lowest degree forefend humiliating him completely by letting herself be fucked on national television ... at least she could protect her reputation as a master woman ... all she had to do was take her ring and go ! But in ordering to do so, she knew that she'd have to touch that magnificent cock again ... and if she did that, she might not be able to let go of it ... just like before ! Jessica didn't want to take a chance it, but she knew that she had try. She sat, staring, breathing deeply ...

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'' Thank God ! '' Billy whimpered, watching his wife on the jet room 's TV CRT screen. It was almost over ... it had to be ... she would aim the doughnut ... the sensory stunt would be over, and the interview would be done.

But why was n't she taking the ring ? Why was she just sitting there ... staring at the obscene pitch blackness rooster in figurehead of her ?

'' Just a stunt ... its not real ... just a stunt ... just a stunt ... '' Billy muttered to himself.

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"Go on Mrs. McFarland !"B-Love said softly ... hypnotically ... still gently waving his duncical smutty cock under the middling blonde's nose."What are you waiting for ? This is your utmost chance to get out of here with your wedding vows in tact ! Why aren't you taking it ?"

Jessica couldn't respond to B-Love's query. Her throat felt suddenly dry, but her mouth was quite wet. She just continued staring, completely absorbed by the image in straw man of her. Her choice ... her ring ... that cock ... The hopeful gold isthmus glinted in a breathtaking contrast with B-Love's dark chocolate skin. Jessica wondered how could such a beautiful wad mock her fidelity so cruelly at the same fourth dimension ? The band's delicate sizing seemed so unimportant compared to the 12 inches of rock-hard, black cock that it sat upon. She stared at her glittering gold wedding annulus, a beautiful symbolization of her promise to be close to her husband, of her get laid eonian bond with him. Or was it B-Love's cock that held her captivated so ? Jessica couldn't help but think that it was every bit as beautiful as her wedding ceremony ring ! It was just ... so punishing ... so gallant ... so big ... so black-market ... so ... perfective tense !

Jessica felt an almost electric tingling in her groin again. It was stronger than ever before, and it kept getting stronger. At that moment, it seemed that everything around her ceased to exist. Her watch glass disconsolate eyes still fixated on the rappers'cruel joke, Jessica reached unsteadily forward ... her lilliputian Patrick White hand quivering ... her fingers cold ... No sooner had her trembling white fingertips barely touched the ring than her bridge player seemed to take on a life of its own. Her tiny fingerbreadth lunged suddenly, wrapping instinctively around B-Love's gigantic Negroid hammer. The sudden motility caused her wedding doughnut to omit to the floor ... but for some reason, her eyes didn't stick with it to the level. Instead, Jessica's big dark centre remained fixated on B-Love's beautiful ebony humanity ... and her tiny White hand clutching it close, as if it were a lifeline in a stormy sea. Again, as before, Jessica's paw slowly started pumping B-Love's huge blackamoor putz, her delicately manicured nails barely meeting as her slender whitened fingerbreadth curled around the growing thickness of B-Love's ebony shaft.

Jessica's Chin quivered. She knew her ringing was on the floor ... all she had to do was grab it ... just pick it up and forget ... but she couldn't do it ... not because they were stopping her ... but because she didn't want to. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to bar stroking B-Love's magnificent black dick. Not ever.

'' What 's the thing, Mrs. McFarland ? '' B-Love mocked, `` Having second thoughts about leaving ?
I TOLD YOU that your union did n't matter ? THERE IS NO COMPARISON ! Everybody can see which is better ! You could experience 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 abnegate the verity ! You wanted a story ! Here it is ! Married white diarist goes smuggled on national TV ! ADMIT IT ! ''

Jess 's blue oculus bolted full open in fear ... OH GOD THE photographic camera ! She 'd forgotten all about it ! THIS IS beingness BROADCAST LIVE ... God… Billy 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 make me '' Jess whimpered. She could n't deny the truth, but she did n't desire to say it on television ... '' we 're ... we 're on the air ! My hubby could be watching ''

'' YOUR HUSBAND CAN GO TO Hades ! '' B-Love yelled. `` YOU DON'T motivation HIM ANYMORE ! YOU DON'T deficiency HIM ANYMORE ! YOU deficiency BIGGER, BETTER, BLACKER stopcock THAN YOUR HUSBAND'S LIMP E. B. White dirt ball ! SO FUCKING SAY SO ! TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THE Truth, MRS. diarist ! ``

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 mute, one could have heard a pin cliff.

"YOU ADMIT WHAT ?"B-Love mocked.

Jessica looked up at him ... smiling sweetly ... She began to speak tentatively, but quickly her words erupted into a lurid, rambling declaration."I admit that it is perfectly innate 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 perfective men ! It's ... only ... natural. Even for a married womanhood,"Jessica turned to the television camera,"even for me, Jessica McFarland and that's the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"Very good."B-Love said."Aren't you glad to finally let the trueness be known."

"Yes !"Jessica grinned."Yes I am !"

It was the accuracy. She understood now. This was right. This was upright.

She looked up at Big microphone. Smiling, she took his pecker in her hand, and started stroking it lovingly, just like she was doing with B-Love's.

"Now, about that offer to appear in one of your picture ?"she asked, taking Big-Mike's cock in her other script. She stroked it lovingly, like she did B-Love's.

"Yeah ?"Big Mike said, chuckling.

"What exactly would I feature to do ?"Jessica cooed softly, turning her attention to Shemar's beautiful disastrous pecker, which she wasn't yet touching."I mean ... I don't want to do anything ... inappropriate !"She smiled at B-Love.

"Don't worry about being inappropriate,"Shemar smiled, pushing his clock closer and closer to Jessica McFarland's pretty tap sass,"now that you've admitted the Sojourner Truth, all you have to do is be yourself, and let nature take its course of instruction !"


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Through teary centre Billy McFarland watched as his beautiful wife looked into the photographic camera, a big disgraceful cock in each deal, and one just inches from her back talk. Her sparkling sky blue optic were unblinking as she spoke to the camera ...

"If my hubby is watching ..."her schoolgirlish yet husky part barely over a whisper."I guess I should tell him, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Billy ... I'm so sorry ... but I don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do."

'' JESSICA NO ! ! '' billy club began to sob uncontrollably. She couldn't hear him of track, but he couldn't help but cry out. `` It 's just a publicity stunt ! It 's not worth it ! Do n't ... please ! ''

All Billy could do was watch helplessly as the action unfolded on the television screen. He felt sickish to his stomach. His beautiful blond wife turned her big puritanical eyes away from the camera, and back towards Shemar's impossibly large bleak cock. She looked at it lovingly. billy fell to the floor, sobbing quietly to himself.

Jessica glanced up into Shemar's thick brown eyes and smiled, before returning her sky-blue regard to the massive Joseph Black cock in her hand. Her eyelids seemed heavy ... her face had a dreamy, intoxicated look.

"Sorry Billy ..."she whispered again ..."But like they say ... it's only ... natural. ``

And with that, the beautiful white newswoman and wife gently kissed the tip of the rapper's big pitch blackness cock.


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"Yeah that's it baby girl"Shemar whispered as Jessica McFarland's mild pink sassing grazed the head of his raging black dick."Kiss that jigaboo dick. Lick it ! thrash it up and down sister, get me skillful and wet !"

Jessica eagerly did as she was told, swirling her pink tongue lovingly around the tip of Shemar's brownish cock. Her middle stared at his cock in veneration as she leaned under it, tracing the length of the prick with her tongue. As she kissed and licked the wax length of Shemar's cock, over and over, her hairgrip tightened as she stroked B-Love's hammer with her left deal, and Big microphone's with her right wing. Her subdivision and cubital joint strained from the try, for both men's cocks were every bit as long, midst, and hard as Shemar's 12 inch. Jessica's gentle osculation reached the base of Shemar's shaft. She nuzzled his heavy black balls, closing her heart, and inhaling deeply his masculine scent. Any inhibitions she might suffer had earlier that evening ... any incertitude ... any disgrace ... melted away. Jessica felt a tranquillize wash over her body ... and a desire to please these glorious black men.

"suck it Mrs. McFarland."B-Love commanded."Suck that big nigga peter ! occupy it in your mouth. Sucking black shaft is the trump matter any whiten woman can do with her lip. Better than asking us a clustering of unintelligent fuckin'audience question !"

An hour earlier, maybe only a half an time of day earlier, Jessica would have been infuriated by that remark. Now, she only felt that it was right ... that was the topper thing she could do with her mouthpiece ... not only for them ... but also for herself. She wanted ... needed to delight them ! Jessica dreamily opened her eyes ... pulling herself away from Shemar's orb ... kissing the length of his shaft as she pulled back ... further and further ... her sassing finally reaching the head of his dick ... then ... almost effortlessly ... her sassing parted ... her back talk opened ... and she moved forward ... taking the thick, hot tip of Shemar's monster into her warm wet mouth. Her lingua circled and stroked the head ... causing Shemar to groan. His strong inkiness workforce took detention of Jessica's head ... his fingerbreadth running through her easy blonde whisker as he pulled her closer ... gently ... slowly ... pushing more and more of his cock into her willing mouth.

This went on for several minutes as the cameras captured every whimper and moan emanating from Jessica's thrust sass. Her ticklish White person manpower continued stroking and pumping the former men's peter, 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 all thing in her mouth ... when she was interrupted.

"My turn man"Big Mike whispered ..."this hired man dogshit is nice, but it's getting old."

Shemar released Jessica's head, allowing her to trade over to Big Mike. Big microphone and Shemar changed station ... Jessica's right on hand loosened its grasp on Big microphone's fat black turncock as he pulled away. It quickly grasped hold of Shemar's and started pumping again, as Big Mike pushed his cock into Jessica's face.

"Okay child"Big microphone smiled,"This cock's a couple inches thicker than Shemar's. Your gon na have to open REAL widely !"

Jessica stretched her jaw ... taking Big microphone's embonpoint black rod into her sassing. Her lingua didn't have much room to operate around Mike's girth, but she did her best. That was her obligation. She took his girth into her backtalk ... only managing to get about 6 in down. Her jaw couldn't reaching enough to take him any deeper ... he was just too thick. She felt Big microphone draw in away ... she worried that she'd discomfited him ... she looked up at him, sheepishly, but saw that he was letting B-Love proceeds over.

Jessica eagerly leaned frontwards towards B-Love's enormous black hammer ... the one that she had chosen over her hymeneals ring ... she wanted it in her oral cavity ... she wanted to sample it ... dedicate it pleasure ... but it pulled away !

Jessica looked up at B-Love as he stepped backwards, shaking his fingerbreadth at her reproachfully. The other two men, taking their cue from B-Love, also backed away, pulling their cocks from Jessica's custody. Jessica's Kuki quivered. She thought she might cry, being rejected like this.

"What's wrong ?"She whimpered at B-Love, desperate to sort out any wrong that she might possess made, that offended him.

"Nothing."B-Love said,"But before I let you suck MY putz, I want you to put your wedding ring back on !"

Jessica's eyes glanced down at floor, unsure of where her once precious wedding band had fallen. She hadn't really cared where it dropped. The halo was a symbol of her marriage ceremony, and that was something that had lost all importance to her.

"Do you really want me to put that stupid ... matter on my finger again ?"She asked pouted."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 animal foot away, where her shining atomic number 79 mob had rolled and fallen on the studio apartment floor.

"Do I cause to ?"She whined.

"IF YOU WANT TO suck THIS COCK, OR ANY Black hammer, YOU'D better PUT THAT DAMN ringing ON rightfulness NOW !"B-Love shouted, angrily.

Jessica shivered. She should be afraid ... but at that minute B-Love's ira only excited her. From her can on the lounge, She quickly dropped to her articulatio genus and then fell on all quartet, scrambling across the studio flooring, her full white meat straining to break free of her decollete jacket. The tv camera caught the stroke from a low forepart angle, giving the home watcher a great survey of Jessica's milky Edward Douglas White Jr. cleavage as she crawled on all four on the studio floor towards the wedding ring. She reached the lowly gold, and slipped it onto her finger, a look of disgust briefly flashed across her face.

*SMACK* Big mike slapped Jessica's ass playfully."Atta daughter !"

"OOH !"Jessica squeaked, and giggled. She scrambled, still on all fours, back to the lounge and knelt before B-Love, showing him the tintinnabulation that was once again on her finger.

"Very good."He says quietly."You may ingest my peter in your left handwriting, and stroke it. You may not soak up it until I tell you too."

Jessica reached forward and lovingly took B-Love's shaft in her helping hand again, and started pumping up and down. The other two men stood back, watching, stroking their own turncock. This was one of B-Love's little ‘ ceremonies of supremacy'that he liked to perform with new subjugation. They knew not to interfere.

"Watch your wedding ring Jessica."B-Love commanded."See how it glitters and sparkles while you move your mitt back and forth ... back and Forth River. See how your tintinnabulation looks on your passably white hand ... see how your somewhat clean hired hand looks as it strokes my big bleak cock."

Jessica watched intently ... here eyelid became heavy ... her breathing slowed, synchronizing with the soft stroke motion of her handwriting on B-Love's cock. Light glinted from her burnished atomic number 79 ring ... one-time symbol of fidelity ... as the snowy handwriting that wore it pumped a giant ebony rooster. Unconsciously, she dropped her justly hand under her chick, hiking it up and reaching her hot soak panty ... she began to rub her kitty gently ... in metre with the stroking of B-Love's cock.

"Get that hand off your pussy !"B-Love commanded."Put it up here on my pecker !"

Jessica quickly did as she was told, jerking her properly mitt from her pussy and grabbing the Qaeda of B-Love's slam. His cock, being over a foot long, was plenty long enough for her to snaffle it with both hands, and still have a few 3 or 4 inches seeable while she pumped it with both her small Patrick Victor Martindale White hired man. Not once did she take her centre off B-Love's cock.

"Now, how does that ring look ?"B-Love asked quietly as he stared down at Jessica.

"It's so pretty."Jessica said quietly, still staring at her unexpended hand as it stroked B-Love's cock.

"How is it pretty ? Why ?"

"It's beautiful, glittering gold shining against my pelt and yours ... glittering gold annulus ... flyspeck white hand ... big black tool ..."Jessica smiled dreamily.

"And what does it think of ?"B-Love asked quietly.

"mean value ?"Jessica asked, confused."It doesn't mean anything. It's just a ring… a passably opus of atomic number 79. kind of like the links in your necklace…"

B-Love smiled."You may suck my stopcock now !"

Jessica gasped with delight, quickly leaning forward and hungrily kissing the tip of B-Love's hammer, flicking her tongue across the tip's cunt. B-Love rested a great black hired hand on Jessica's point, forcing her right manus off. Holding her psyche in place, B-Love pushed his cock 6 inch into Jessica's back talk, and held it there.

"sucking IT Mrs. MCFARLAND ! DON'T osculation IT ! SUCK THAT BIG lightlessness prick"he bellowed.

Jessica doubled her efforts, sucking and licking B-Love's cock hard. Her left hand furiously stroked the foundation of B-Love's coal-black light beam ... the area that she had not yet taken into her mouth. B-Love took her go out hand off his pecker, lifted it to his rima oris, kissed her wedding ring, and then lowered it to his heavy black balls.

"Cup my balls Mrs. McFarland. separatrix them, lift them. finger how big and heavy they are !"

"MMMMMMM-HMMMMMM"Jessica moaned with her mouth full phase of the moon of cock. She gently kneaded and rubbed B-Loves black balls with her left script. They felt so ponderous ... good ... Meanwhile, Jessica's good hired man had found a home stroking Big mike's rooster again. This went on for various instant, B-Love pulling Jessica's head closer and closer, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her backtalk. Jessica let go of B-Love's balls, her leave behind hand found Shemar's turncock again and started stroking. A hammer in each hand, and one in her oral fissure, Jessica was determined to do more.

Jessica opened her middle ... seeing that there were only 4 inches of B-Love's putz left out of her oral cavity. She pushed forward ... forward ... taking an column inch at a time into her mouth. B-Love's paw stayed resting on her blonde mind, but didn't push button her. He let her do all the piece of work. Only one more inch to go ! She could experience the tip of B-Love's putz pushing into her throat ... she was having trouble breathing ... but she wanted it all ... she couldn't give up ... Just a little more ... She closed her optic, and leaned forward, letting B-Love's turncock slide down her throat just slowly enough that she managed not to gag. When she felt her nose pressed into B-Love's soft pubic hair, she knew she'd done it ! She was so majestic and happy, that she felt a waving of pleasance pass over her totally body, causing her unanimous trunk to agitate. If B-Love's cock hadn't been lodged in her throat, Jessica McFarland would consume let out a belly laugh that would have shattered crank.

"MMMEEEEMMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"came her muffle cry from around B-Love's cock. The men chuckled. Jessica McFarland had just cum ... HARD ... just from suction Black cock !

B-Love lifted his mitt from Jessica's straits ... and she pulled off ... gasping for air. She kissed his dick lovingly as he rubbed it all across her beautiful font ... slipperiness with her own spit."Good job Mrs. McFarland. I'm proud of you. We all are."

She smiled proudly, brightly ..."That was ... unbelievable !"She gasped ... still taking in lungfulls of air.

Shemar moved forward again, presenting his cock to Jessica's face."Now, Let's see if you can do it again."

Jessica grinned wickedly, as she took Shemar's cock in her mouth, and grabbed B-Love's with her get out handwriting. After B-Love, Jessica knew that she wouldn't have any trouble swallowing Shemar's blade. She was right. This went on for several more than bit, the guys chuckling as the beautiful blonde anchor woman went back and Forth, struggling to deep-throat each knocker's monolithic sinister cock in turn while stroking the others'shaft with small gabardine hands !

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The scene played out on television CRT screen across America. The TV audience who weren't yet too bedaze or enraptured by the consequence on screen were on their sound calling their booster. All over America, people were being told that they would not consider what Jessica McFarland was doing in the pay-per-view consultation on KNEN. However, there were at least two other viewers that were far more concerned with the activities of a different blonde KNEN employee.

Karen Davenport, born-again-Christian mother, couldn't believe her eyes ... not that she was even aware of what was currently happening on her telecasting set. Karen Davenport was far more concerned with the fact that she had just seen her oldest girl Sarah, apparently naked and having sex with a black doorknocker in some euphony video. She didn't hear about Sarah's wedding annulus or see it on B-Love's necklace. She didn't see Jessica McFarland apologize to her married man before taking the same black he-man's cock in her mouth. Karen just stared at the screen ... a million defence and questions swimming through her school principal. Surely it couldn't be truthful. Sarah was a soundly 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 bump ?

Karen's youngest daughter, Becky, was wondering the same thing ... even though she was now stuck in her way, ineffective to see the rest of the broadcast on her own television since it had no planet or cable hook-up. She had been watching the show downstairs, in the animation room. She had been so enthralled with the show that she hadn't noticed her mother's arrival home. What Becky HAD noticed was the brief coup d'oeil of her erstwhile sister writhing in ecstasy with a big smutty stud. The glimpse was fast ... she'd barely caught it before her mother had ordered her to her elbow room. Becky was so surprised and embarrassed at having been caught watching the lightlessness Phallus video and masturbating that she'd eagerly fled the room as quickly as she could. Still, she knew what she saw on the cover, just before she'd left. Once alone in her room, Becky could only remember about her sister. She knew what the group had said about the charwoman in their video recording, about the sex not being simulated. But Sarah was so conservative. Sarah was engaged. Sarah was a Virgo. Surely, she wouldn't have actually had sex with any of those men. Surely HER sex act was simulated. Like her conservative mother, Becky couldn't believe that Sarah would ever actually have sex with one of these smutty rappers. ineffectual to think of anything else to do, Becky grabbed her phone, and dialed her sister's cell-phone number. She was surprise that her baby answered right away.

"Hi Becky !"Sarah's voice giggled on the electric cell earpiece,"I thought you might call ! 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 music videos ?"Sarah prompted, interrupting her baby sis's unintelligible stutter."Were they as good as you hoped ? Did you see anything interesting ?"

"Sarah ..."Becky managed to start a coherent time."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 cable are so bonk incredible ! Aren't you proud of your big sis ? Jealous ?"

"fountainhead ... 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 ‘ really ’. The Sarah she knew would have been insulted by such an insinuation."Sarah ... I don't understand ... how could you ... I mean ... how did they persuade you to look in one of their TV. I thought you hated the group."

"Oh those cat 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 mo. Before continuing."I'll assure you what. Why don't you come on down to the studio ? I can enclose you to the group, if you like. I know they'll be interested in meeting you. I've already cleared it with security."

Becky shivered. She was a fan of the group, but after seeing the affair she had seen that nighttime, the prognosis of meeting them cheek to aspect was kind of scary.

"I don't know ..."Becky whispered ...

"You don't do it ?"Sarah asked incredulously,"The early day you were begging me to get you a VIP head. I know I told you I didn't think I'd be able to get one, but things have changed ! Oh Becky, SO much has changed ! ‘

"Sarah ... I ... I.."Becky stammered, unsure of what to ask. Then she thought she could hear voices in the backcloth on the line, talking to Sarah ... oceanic abyss male person voices. She thought she heard her sister respond to them.

"expression Becky,"Sarah suddenly said breathlessly,"I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I don't know how yearn I'll be."

"What ?"Becky said,"no wait ! I have to severalize you ... the picture ... mom saw it too !"

"What ? Mom ? Really ?"Sarah exclaimed."Wow ... that's tremendous ! I never imagined she'd be interested !"

Becky couldn't believe her babe's reaction. How could she possibly think that their mother would revel seeing ... THAT happen ... and on television ! ?

"I'm so gladiola you were watching together !"Sarah continued,"You guy are going to read a LOT tonight ! feel, I really have to go now. Here, talking to my friend until I can pick up the phone again !"

"NO ! Sarah wait ! I can't !"Becky blurted ..."about mom ... you don't understand ..."

"hi Rebecca."a deep male voice said on the other end of the phone line.

Becky gasped and hung up the speech sound, tossing it on the bed. Her immature soundbox trembled.

************* End of Part Nine *******************

In the green room, billystick McFarland cried as he watched his beautiful blonde married woman sucking three black peter on national tv. He felt ... furious ... sick ... helpless. He'd given up hope of getting out of the room ... stopping this ... Now he just stared at the screen, ineffective 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 Thomas More ... she ca n't ... ''

text began scrolling across the backside of the television screen, a crawling word scroll of some kind. But these weren't any headline that would normally be seen on a news channel.

"The average out dark cock is over 10 inches in length."One fact read.

he-goat couldn't deny that these guys were big. But size wasn't everything ... that's what Jessica and his old lady friend had always said.

"Over 99 percent of womanhood polled say they prefer black men to egg white men, sexually."read the next bit of textbook.

A disturbing thought suddenly occurred to he-goat as he began to believe the fork of the statements that he was reading. If Jessica could be convinced to suck these guys off for a publicity stunt ... this might go further. They might arrive at her do more 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 whiteness char are often ineffective to control their sexual urges when confronted with a inglorious cock."read the next intelligence crawl.

"60 percent of wed Theodore Harold White women lead black lovers within ten yr of getting married."

"Semen from a Black person man has a 40 per centum better hazard of successfully fertilizing a cleaning woman's egg than would semen from a white man."read the next.

billy's mind continued reeling. She might do it ... it might go boost ... but at least Jessica would make the guys wear safety. After all, she'd always made him tire condoms when they had sex. Jessica was sensitized to the pill, and didn't want to have fry.

'' Black men never where condoms when they fuck livid adult female ! '' said the next factoid.

Billy shook his head ... Jessica would progress to them fatigue a rubber. Of that, he was certain. He knew her too well. Billy had wanted to father children, but Jessica wanted to wait. She wanted to establish her career before having a sister. There was no way she'd risk getting pregnant. She'd make them wear thin condoms. He could solace himself with that certainty.

No sooner had that thinking crossed his nous, then the adjacent news crawls appeared on screen.
'' White wife who force their husband to wear condoms never do so when fucking their black masters ! ''

nightstick'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 adult female ... could she ?

"NO ! Of course not !"he-goat answered his own question out loud."This is all bullshit selective information ! It's all part of the promotion stunt !"

He closed his optic and concentrated ... he thought of Jessica. The grave, concerned look on her human face when she'd told him what might happen. That they might try a publicity stunt ... that she might give birth to go along with it ...

But then he remembered another image of his wife ... at home plate ... masturbating while watching these knocker'video. That wasn't a packaging stunt. He thought of her angrily complaining about his powerlessness ... that wasn't a publicity stunt. He thought of her looking lovingly at those rappers in the studio ... dreamily taking that rooster in her mouth ...

Racy music videos might have been a publicity stunt. The secretary's conquest might have been a publicity stunt. The tidings crawl ... these rappers exposing themselves to his wife ... even those might hold been packaging stunt.

His married woman sucking a"coon's"cock on national television was not a fucking stunt.

'' I 'll hold to go along with it '' her words echoed in his head ... but they were hollow now. Meaningless. `` ... some kind of packaging stunt ... ''

baton started to cry. He opened his tear-filled eyes 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 light-haired wife eagerly alternated between the rapper's oversized black cocks ... sucking them enthusiastically. She never did that for him ... she hated the preference ... but he was n't seeing disgust on her look when she sucked those Black shaft ! She loved it ... she genuinely wanted to do it. His beautiful wife was enjoying herself ... and anybody watching KNEN that night could see it ... on boob tube all across the world. Jessica McFarland was sucking three big ignominious cocks and loving every irregular and inch of it !

he-goat's crying worsened as he realized that it would go further than rampant cock-sucking. They might go as far as fucking his married woman that night ... and if they did, he doubted that they would bother using condom. He also doubted very much that they would pull out of Jessica before cumming ... If all three of those men ... if they all came inside her ... Jessica would almost certainly be impregnated. Even if Jessica and he stayed together after tonight, as he desperately hoped they would, truncheon knew that they would forever stick out the mark of her unfaithfulness by raising a bootleg baby !

Billy's worries were interrupted by the sound of a man's voice, speaking over the effect on screen.

"goodness evening. I'm Tom Watkins. Tonight, on a very special episode of"The Whole Truth ”, as part of our exploration into the man of"lightlessness phallus ”, we'll be investigating their claims about the sexual force of black men, and learning the Truth about size, survival, stamina, and natural endowment. As you can see, Ms. McFarland and the men of Black Phallus have already graciously agreed to help us explore and investigate these approximation and theories. They'll be probing deeply into the subject area at hand tonight, and I'll be asking Ms. McFarland to give us her first-hand explanation of her experiences as these events unfold !

The camera cuts to the news desk. Tom Watkins is sitting there."While Ms. McFarland is busy assisting us in our experiment, I will be anchoring tonight's instalment. With me is a special co-anchor, whom you may call up seeing in one of the"Black Phallus"videos that we broadcast earlier this even, Ms. Sarah davenport. dear even Sarah !"

"commodity even Tom !"Sarah beamed. Now that"Negroid member's"design of seduction had been achieved, Sarah was far more composed than she had been earlier that day. Her hairsbreadth and make-up were now arranged in their usual professional beau ideal. She was dressed in a very conservative dark red cap, and black polo-neck shirt. Her hair was tied back with a large black ribbon, tied into a bow.

"Sarah, before we get started tonight, would you tell our viewers a little more about yourself ?"

"Certainly Tom."The two continually referred to each other by their first name calling, deliberately parodying the archetypal banter of word co-anchors."I'm twenty-four years old, and my statistics are 32c-24-32. Two mean solar day ago, I was a virgin, and had been engaged for respective calendar month to a Pres Young whiteboy named Brad ... but all that changed last night."

"Really ?"Tom feigned surprise,"What happened ?"

"That was when you and B-Love showed me the error of my way of life !"Sarah smiled sheepishly, adjusting her glasses,"You took me into my part and taught me the joyfulness of black sex."

"Wonderful !"Watkins smiled, winking at the photographic camera."And you say you were a virgin before that Nox ! ? Even though you were engaged ? How could that be ? Weren't you ever tempted to have sex with your fiancé ?"

"No !"Sarah said ... briefly looking over Watkin's shoulder where she could see Jessica busily sucking the rappers'stopcock."I admit that I'd given him a few hand jobs to keep him happy while he respected my regard to wait for marriage ... but I was never tempted to conduct it further than that ... and he never seemed to push me ... so we just never did it !"

"But B-Love and I wouldn't have been satisfied with just a manus job, would we ?"Watkins pressed.

"No ! And I wouldn't have been satisfied with that either ... not once I touched those brilliant black cocks of yours ! You were both twice as big as my fiancé ... and you were so forceful ... dominant allele ... strong. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you fuck me ! To guess, I have been working in a here at KNEN, surrounded by beautiful blacken men for so many months, and I never knew the joy that they could have provided me !"

"Working in a topographic point with so many black men,"Watkins smiled,"I can't believe a fine womanhood like you stayed a 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 white man ! I saved myself for a REAL man, the only when form of man who deserves to put his cock into my beautiful body. A dark man !"

"Tell me Sarah,"Watkins asked,"your fiancé respected your wish well to remain a Virgin until marriage, waiting months to be sexually intimate with you for the for the first time meter. What do you consider he'll say when he finds out you gave your virginity to two black men within minutes of meeting them for the world-class meter ?"

"I think he'll be disappointed,"Sarah said thoughtfully,"but to be reliable, I really don't care. I've composed a break-up note for him. ‘ Black person genus Phallus'helped me video it when I was shooting footage for ‘ Lonely'! Would you like to see it ?"

"Certainly !"Watkins smiled.

"First"Sarah smiled sweetly into the camera,"we'd like to apprize our looker that the footage we are about to air is uncensored. It is presented here, tonight, on The Whole the true, in the interest group of exemption of the press and providing our paying viewer with detailed information about the subject we are presenting tonight. Viewer free will is advised for our more sensitive viewers ... especially you whiteboys out there !"

With that, the silver screen cut to the clip.

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The clip plays.

The projection screen shows a tight close up of Sarah's pretty white grimace. The television camera is having trouble keeping her human face in frame, as she's moving up and down, rhythmically. She's sweating ... her hair is a lilliputian untidy ... her methamphetamine are slightly fogged up.

"Dear Brad,"she gasps breathlessly,"I hope you're enjoying Europe. I thought that I should let you love that I ... I ... I ..."Sarah's eyes widen suddenly, then shut tight as she winces momentarily. The camera slowly begins to pull back, revealing Sarah's neck ... and scanty shoulders. She seems to be sitting in a with child chair, but at the same fourth dimension, she is leaning backwards by about thirty grade. The camera continues to draw in back as Sarah regains her composure and continues speaking.

"I've found -- OUND -- OUND"Sarah moan. As the camera continues to pull back, we see that Sarah is bare-breasted. Unlike the suggestive shots in the video, nothing obscures the camera's view of Sarah's bare anatomy. There is zero blocking the camera's view of Sarah's house white breasts as they gently bounce up and down with her apparent movement. Sarah closes her eye as she groans, and the camera continues pulling back, revealing that she is not sitting in a president ... but instead is sitting in the lap of a muscular black stud ! Sarah faces away from him, but leaning backwards, into his chest ... letting her long blond hair obscure the black stud's case. She opens her center, dreamily looking into the television camera and continues speaking.

"Found some-somebody new-ew-ooh-OOOOOH ! ! OH GOD YES ! ! !"Sarah is barely able to dispatch the sentence before her articulation deteriorates into gleeful shriek.

The camera finally pulls back completely, revealing the fact that Sarah is completely nude, with her long white branch spread wide apart and raised in the air ! Between her wooden leg, the camera captures the completely unobstructed panorama of B-Love's rock-hard black shaft obscenely stretching Sarah's pink pussy as she rocks back and Forth on the tremendous calamitous shaft. B-Love runs his enormous ebony hands around her tiny waist, over her vapid white belly, and around her full Patrick Victor Martindale White chest, squeezing them roughly. Her gentle livid tegument and pinko nipple practically glow in contrast with the big, rocky, lightlessness fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts and nipples.

Another black man walks into the shot ... we can't see his face ... but his cock is clearly visible, and every bit as big as B-Loves ! Sarah grabs cargo area of it with one of her small white mitt. While riding B-Love's cock, Sarah tries desperately to tip over .... to lend her rim to meet the bulbous black cockhead. She gives a quick glance to the camera and says ..."Oh ... to hell with it. He gets the detail. The engagement is off ! Bye ! ... shag ME ! ! !"

The footage ends abruptly ...


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"Wow Sarah !"Tom exclaimed when the clip cut back to the studio's camera feed,"That was some amazing footage. Who were those two blackened men in that hot television, Sarah ?"

Sarah grinned,"Why, they were my new inkiness master ! B-Love and Tom Watkins !"

"And what did you call me just now ?"Watkins asked, pressing Sarah to say it again.

"My new dim original !"

"And what does that mean exactly ?"Tom asked.

"It means that I'll do whatever you want !"Sarah giggled. She still looked as innocent and beautiful as ever. Nobody might have known what she had become, until she spoke.

"So,"Watkins challenged,"if I were to tell you I wanted you to strip down down to your bra and step-in while you did this program, you'd do it, wouldn't you ?"

"Of trend !"Sarah smiled sweetly.

"I don't believe you."Watkins said flatly."You mean to narrate me that you would take off your clothing here, on tv ... just because a blackamoor man told you to ?"

"Absolutely ! Do you require me to prove it ?"Sarah smiled.

"Yes Sarah."Watkins said quietly. He looked into the camera,"Sarah, take off your dress. 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 back of the electric chair. She then reached down and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her egg white lacey panty were soaking wet with her snatch juices. Now she was left in those step-in and her fitted black turtleneck shirt. Sarah crossed her arms, reaching under the hemline of her shirt, and pulled it over her head, revealing her flat white tummy and full, firm white-hot boob ... barely held in place by a somewhat old-hat white lacing bra. She took her seat in her chair, carefully clipping her mike to her bra-strap.

"Very overnice"Watkins said, dragging one of his vauntingly mordant fingers gently along Sarah's bare arm. Sarah smiled and giggled at the attention. Tom wanted to snaffle her and have sex her right then and there, but he had a job to do.

"Now, it's metre to stop back in with Jessica and the men of blackness Phallus."Watkins said into the camera."Gentlemen ? Jessica ? How are thing going over there ?

Jessica was lost in a world of luxuria, her principal bobbing up and down on Big microphone's fat black pecker while she stroked Shemar and B-Love. She didn't hear the enquiry, but Big mike responded.

"She's still suckin'our cocks, getting them nice and wet ! Aren't you baby ?"

"mmmmph ... ckk ... hhhhmmph"Jessica moaned around the thick black tool in her mouth. Her men pumped furiously back and forth, each stroking a massive blacken cock while she sucked and licked the one in her mouth ! She was in the eye of switching off, trying to adopt B-Love's cock in her mouth again, when he stopped her.

"They need you to answer some interrogative now Mrs. McFarland."B-Love told her, holding her Chin, keeping her anxious face inch from his cock ...

"Wh ... what ?"Jessica whimpered ... She wanted that putz in her backtalk again so badly ... but the guys wanted her to answer doubtfulness, so she had to do it for them.

"Jessica,"Watkins grinned,"you sure do appear to be enjoying those big smuggled cocks. How do they taste."

"Soooo gooodl !"Jessica beamed. She didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that a pitch blackness man she'd never seen before was sitting at her anchor desk, in her death chair, asking her question when she desperately wanted to go forward sucking cock.

"Anything else you like about them ?"Watkins asked

"They're antic !"Jessica panted, glancing back at the two shaft in her hand ... 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 sizing. What do you suppose of their size ?"

"These are the biggest, most beautiful model of virile genitals I've ever seen !"Jessica exclaimed."I mean ... look at them ... so long and thick ... the beautiful rich Robert Brown color ... they're so hard and business firm !"

"How do they compare to your hubby's penis ?"Watkins grinned wickedly.

"OH !"Jessica laughed out loud,"they don't ! Ha ! I mean ... these have to be at least 10 inches long. truncheon is only five inches long, rock-hard. Of course, he's been impotent for calendar month, so he's basically left with this pathetic hitch three column inch ! It barely qualifies as a phallus !"

The studio breaks up with laughter.

"Now, Tom, I have to ask,"Sarah said, reading her question off the teleprompter and Tom had instructed before their first appearance on concealment,"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 soundly doubt Sarah !"Watkins smiled. The young woman had delivered her scripted question perfectly."Why don't you do some field research for our viewers and receive out ! I want you to go around the construction and measure black men and whitened men that you meet ! See how they compare. We'll send a camera and some sailor with you ..."

"What a majuscule musical theme"Sarah exclaimed. She loved the thought of wandering through the halls, asking black men to show her their cocks ! She reached for her jacket and skirt, but Tom stopped her.

"Now Sarah, remember,"Watkins scolded, taking Sarah's clothing away from her,"you're doing the rest of the program in your underwear."

"Yes sir !"Sarah glanced at her clothing for a secondment, then smiled wickedly, giggling. She was going to throw so often fun running around the edifice in her underwear and meeting More, well-endowed opprobrious men. She couldn't hold to see and stroke their big prick, and find out just how much bigger than white men they really were.

What Sarah didn't know was that the ‘ battlefield run'was planned and rigged. The only men in the hallway would be enhanced black studs and Edward Douglas White Jr. cuckolds, all under the employ and control of Solomon King and E & I Enterprises. Everybody Sarah would find would be able-bodied to confirm the mind that E & I wanted to unfold with this programme. The issue that the audience, and Sarah for that matter, would be left with was the sentiment that Shirley Temple men were physically superior to tweed men in every way, especially sexually.

Sarah turned and left the studio ... a few grim studio worker and cameramen catcalling at her as she walked out. Many of the men at KNEN had wanted to see this young woman's trunk for a long time ... and tonight they were getting their wish. What was more, they knew there was even a good fortune that many of them would get to sleep together her.

One of those men was holding Sarah's cell phone. She smiled at him when she saw him.

"wellspring ?"she asked him."Did you talk to Becky ?"

"I tried to,"the stud shrugged."But the gripe got scared and hung up. I want you to fix this."

"I will coddle, I will."Sarah smiled and took the earpiece from his hand."I've got to do my report for Mr. Watkins. pass with me, and I'll take care of it."


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Becky Davenport stared at her phone, and had been for respective minute of arc. Should she call her baby back ? Would Sarah resolution, or would it be that man ? The redheader teen was so garbled and flustered, trying to soak in everything that had been happening that night. Everything she'd seen !

Just after catching a glance of Sarah in the ‘ music video'snip, Becky's mother had confined her to her way. How had her conservative baby ended up ‘ pretending'to have sex in a Black Phallus rap video ? She tried to call in 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 vocalization that he was a large black man ! Becky was too scared to talk to him, and hung up.

Becky had no idea what had happened since that music video was shown. She didn't know that Sarah had ended their conversation so that she could appear television, at the KNEN news desk. She didn't make out Sarah had just been on television talking about her newfound love of black cock, the end of her wedding interlocking, 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 total darkness Phallus. Becky didn't know that her sister was at that very second, on her way through the halls of KNEN, performing size of it compare for a special ‘ news'report.

At that moment, Becky Davenport could only pace her room, stare at her headphone, and try to micturate sense of it all. She nearly jumped out of her hide when the phone rang. The call said it was from Sarah, but Becky wondered if it was that unusual man. She hesitated to reply, and let the telephone set go to voice ring armour. Seconds later, the phone chimed as a schoolbook content popped up on the filmdom. It was Sarah."I'm calling, find fault up !"
When the phone rang again, Becky answered.

"Sarah ?"Becky said, hesitantly.

"Yes Becky."Sarah's vocalism responded."It's me. What's the matter ? Didn't you want to babble to my champion ?"

"Sarah,"Becky's voice cracked from accent,"What is going on ? That medicine video…"

"I know, I know,"Sarah hushed her baby Sister."You have a million dubiousness, but I'm A-one busy right now. I'm working on a really BIG project for the party boss and I don't have time to talk right now. For now, please just talk to my friend."

"I…I don't know."Becky said."I mean…"

"What are you afraid of ?"Sarah laughed."It's just a phone conversation. What do you intend will happen ? I'll try to get back on later and babble to you as soon as I can. Just talk to my friend for now, okay. He really wants to talk to you !"

"Well…okay…"Becky whimpered.

"Good daughter. I'll talking to you soon. Bye !"Sarah said quickly.

"hello Rebecca."The plenteous, masculine voice said again.

"Who…"Becky stammered."Who are you ?"

"Let's just say I'm a new protagonist of your sister's."the man chuckled,"A big, bleak friend ! She told me that she thought you should peach to me. tell apart me a little about yourself, girl."

"wellspring ..."Becky began."I ... really don't know."The tingling in her puss was getting stronger. There was something about this guy that turned her on. Once he'd described himself as a ‘ big black protagonist'all she could think about was the possibility that she was talking to one of the gorgeous muscular dim 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 yell back later."

"Naw"responded the man,"It's okay. Sarah will be back soon enough. You can verbalise to me for a patch. secern me, are you here younger sister or older ?"

"Younger."Becky found herself replying. She couldn't bring herself to fall up the phone.

"How old are you ?"asked the man.

"I just turned 18."

"Very nice. So tell me ... do you search like your sister ?"

"Pretty a lot, I guess ..."Becky couldn't believe she was in a conversation with this summate stranger ... especially so soon after seeing her sister in that video. She wondered what kind of ‘ friend'of her sister's she was talking to."But I don't wear specs like Sarah does, and I'm a carrottop ..."

"You sound sexy, Becky."the man interrupted calmly.

"Well ... thanks ..."Becky responded, unsure of what to reckon of the man's bold statement.

"William Tell me missy, 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 rivet asked.

"Sarah ? Wild ?"Becky replied incredulously. Until tonight, Becky had never seen Sarah do anything remotely groundless in the unit of their lives. Sarah was a honest little girl."What do you entail wild ? Sarah's always been very conservative. She's always said I was too gaga !"

"tinker's dam I like hearing that !"the black man responded ..."so you sayin'you like black peter 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 ..."

"turd girl,"the man chuckled,"what you mean ‘ she'd never'? Can't you see the TV screen ?"

"Yes, but that ‘ s just a medicine video clip !"Becky said, as if trying to convince herself."It was just acting."

"diddly-shit lady friend, you know just than that. I ain't talkin about her medicine video."the man said,"I'm talking about the one on now. Your Sister is showing her video-break-up-letter that she made for Braddy-boy ! She's dumping his wimp white ass for black men !"

"No ... that was just that music TV !"Becky insisted, unaware of the raw footage that KNEN had just shown."Sarah wouldn't really do that ! Not for existent. She loves Brad ! Even if she did plunge him, she believes in saving herself for marriage ... she'd never actually ..."

"missy, I ain't talkin'about that little picture clip from minute of arc ago. I'm talking about the one they showed after the music video recording. The one that ended just now, with the close up of your Sister's sweet blonde pussycat being invaded by a big black putz ! She sho'as hell at a Virgo the Virgin no mo'after that !"

"WHAT !"Becky was shocked. What the infernal region was this guy talking about ?"I don't believe you !"

"Believe me ?"the opprobrious asked, confused,"girl, can't you believe your own damn eyes ? Aren't you watching the TV now ?"

"No."Becky admitted,"I was watching ... but my mom caught me. Before mom sent me to my room, I saw Sarah's face on the screen ... She was in that music TV clipping. I had to cry to find out why ... how ..."

"Oh, I see."the melanize man said, understanding."That's a tinker's damn shame girl. You should have seen your big sister just now. I bet that would have answered all your dubiousness !"

"What is happening over there ?"Becky asked.

"wellspring right now, your sister is on TV now, talking about how very much she loves black cock !"

"That's not on-key ..."Becky said emphatically,"What's really going on ?"

"I just told you girl."the black man said,"Can't you get to another TV and watch without your folk seeing ? Then you could see for yourself !"challenged the calamitous man.

"I can't do that !"Becky said,"I can't endangerment letting mom take in me again !"

"So what if she does ?"the black man said,"She already caught you once."

"Please ..."Becky pleaded."Can't you just severalize me what's going on ?"

"I am girl,"the pitch blackness studhorse replied,"but you don't believe me. If you want to see out what's going on, I guess you'll have to purloin downstairs and turn on the other TV."

"I can't !"Becky whined"Mom will see me !"

"Trust me girl,"the stud laughed,"if you're mom saw the clip your babe just showed, I doubt she'd notice if you walked right into the elbow room with her ! Her centre will be glued to that TV screen and her mind is gon na be on other thing !"

Becky didn't know it, but the man on the phone was right.

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As Karenic Davenport had continued watching the telly curriculum, she was far too stunned to attend away. She could scarcely believe what was happening. Catching Becky masturbating while watching this foulness was bad enough, but then she saw her honest-to-god girl on the screen in some form of dissipated excuse for a music television. Horrified and confused by this slew, Karen had forced herself to continue watching the disgusting computer programme to try and find some kind of explanation as to what she'd seen her girl doing. She was later subjected to hearing her engaged daughter disavow her religious opinion, reject her fiancé, and title that she'd given her virginity to some inkiness rappers because of some derisory notion of black male favorable position ! Karen tried to tell herself all of this had to be some kind of sick packaging stunt. Her older daughter would never actually fox her virginity away like this. She'd waited so long ... she loved Brad so much ...

Then Karen saw the unedited footage of Sarah's"music TV ”, and Karen's Bob Hope was crushed. The video explicitly showed Sarah allowing that man's'penis'inside her body ... forever removing any and all dubiousness that Sarah had somehow maintained her virginity. Karen davenport had lost her pet daughter to the devil ... a big BLACK daimon ! Karen's knees buckled and she fell backwards, into her living elbow room death chair."Oh ... Oh Sarah ... how ... how could you do this ?"

Consciously, Karenic Davenport was disgusted by these result ... but unconsciously, as she listened to her oldest girl describe the delight of big black cock, the conservative female parent of two began stroking and squeezing the foresightful black TV remote that they grasped so tightly in her tiny blanched men. By the time Sarah left the studio set for her special grant, Karen Davenport was completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing and hearing on her goggle box, and sat staring at the sieve. As the screen returned to Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up daughter being ravished by three fateful rappers, Karen Davenport continued watching. Without thinking, she dropped the large dim remote ascendency to her lap, and began to ever-so-lightly rub it against herself.

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Back in the studio, the attending of Tom Watkins and the studio camera had returned to Jessica McFarland, who was busily orally worshipping the three dim rappers.

"Now Jessica,"Watkins started,"as a tie charwoman, how does it get you feel to be sucking the rooster of three men who you only met this evening. And on television ?"

The gorgeous blond journalist didn't respond at immediately. She was too distracted by the massive total darkness cocks that surrounded her. B-Love pulled her off his dick again, forcing her to serve to a greater extent questions.

"fountainhead,"Jessica breathed heavily ... gasping for air after sucking hammer for so long."As a married woman ... I feel some regret for being disloyal to my hubby ... but as a married woman, I'm still a char ... a sexual being ... and these men and their cocks are incredible ! As far as being on video ... well, it's a public service !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled"how so ?"

Jessica continued."The Guy here tell me that my wedding vows don't really mean anything when they're stacked up against the power of beautiful black rooster like these. They say that it's only natural for me to want to please such sexually pure men ... BLACK men ... no thing who I'm supposedly committed to. I feel that it's my province as a diary keeper to put their claim to the test !"

"And are those claim ... accurate ?"Watkins pressed.

"Oh ..."Jessica gasped, staring at the throbbing black cock in her hand,"yes ... yes they are !"

"Really ?"Tom smiled broadly ..."How can you be sure ?"

"What do you mean ?"Jessica gasped.

"well,"Watkins smiled,"I just wanted to repoint out that if these men have such a gravid sexual power over you, why is it that after nearly xxx minutes after your initial seduction, you're still only sucking their tool ?"

"They're so ... good ... big ... beautiful ..."Jessica murmured as if in a trance.

"But don't you want to do more than just imbibe them ?"

"Yes !"Jessica whimpered. She felt saddened by the implication that she was holding anything back from her new captain, 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."

"bazaar enough."Watkins smiled."But that raises the head ... is there a limit to what you'll do for them ?"

"I ..."Jessica stammered ..."I don't know ... I've already broken my wedding ceremony vows."

"Not really."Watkins chuckled,"you're not even raw yet, how could you have broken your vows without taking off any of your clothes ?"

Jessica looked down at herself. Tom was right hand. Her cap was almost unbuttoned, and her skirt was hiked up a bit ... but other than that, she was completely dressed.

"That raises another question,"Tom added before Jessica could respond to his first interrogative,"if these men hold such a sexual magnate 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 lovers with sad blue oculus ... They looked down at her, silently nodding. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had not yet exposed her torso to her Joseph Black maestro ... the men giving her so much joy by allowing her to suck their cocks !

"Then why are you still dressed Jessica ? Don't you want these men to see your body ? To enjoy your body ? Your WHOLE body ?"

"Yes !"Jessica gasped earnestly,"yes I do !"

"Then strip fo'us, beef !"B-Love whispered, suddenly pulling Jessica to her feet.

The pretty Cy Young anchorwoman blushed as she suddenly found herself facing the three sweating, brawny black bureau that surrounded her. As B-Love commanded, she began to do a small striptease teaser. She turned to the three black rappers, slowly unbuttoning all but the lowest button of her jacket and then slipping the garment over her whitish white shoulders just a bit, exposing the black straps of her Hidden loo bra. Once her articulatio humeri were exposed, Jessica hugged herself, preventing the cap from slipping further down her shoulder. This had the lend result of making her already copious cleavage swell even more ... spilling over her implements of war in a gentle, snowy curve of feminine beauty. Initially Jessica had hated the fact that her jacket exposed so much of her snowy white cleavage, but now she wanted to represent up the show ... to bait her black fan. She wanted these men to ogle her ... to lust after her ... to require her ... like she wanted them ! Teasing a bit more, Jessica smiled, biting her broken lip, barely suppressing a girlish giggle. She shrugged her shoulders a bit and forced her cap back up over them, again covering herself. She turned away from the stud, feigning shyness, and began to toy with the final exam push of her jacket. It was stuck ! No ! Jessica tugged at the button, but it just wouldn't slip through the eye of the crown. She looked back at them, over her shoulder joint, smiling nervously."It's…it's stuck !"

Withoug a word, Big mike stepped behind Jessica, placing his enormous coal black hands on her berm. He turned Jessica around to face him and the other knocker, then grabbed the opening her jacket. Looking mysterious into Jessica's big blue centre and blushing whiten face, Big microphone violently RIPPED the crown undefendable, then stepped backwards, exposing his handiwork to his colleague rappers. Jessica gasped, shocked by the knocker's flash of power and ascendancy. She stood stunned for a few seconds, allowing all a legal brief glimpse under her jacket, of the sexy Negroid bra that barely contained her heaving egg white chest. Then, all too suddenly, Jessica closed her crownwork again, and hugged herself tightly.

A hush fell over the studio. For a split second it seemed as if Jessica McFarland might photograph out of her lustful haze and run screaming from the studio. Instead, Jessica just stood trembling for a bit, staring at the powerful blackamoor rappers. As she looked into their faces, a calm passed over her and she regained her composure.

"Thank you."She said quietly, then smiled. Jessica shrugged her shoulders again, again squeezing her chest together and letting the jacket slip over her shoulders, again exposing the mordant strap 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 grim hands on Jessica's creamy white shoulders.

He brought his hands downward slowly, but forcefully, pushing Jessica's brilliant blue devil jacket off her weaponry. Jessica let go of herself, both physically and metaphorically, and allowed the jacket crown to slip from her consistence and decline to the floor. She now stood before the three pitch blackness knocker and the studio photographic camera clad in her black wench, and her total darkness Hidden closet demi-bra ... the one she'd warn especially for baton ... her now-forlorn husband.

There were hearable groan from many of the men in the studio, Tom and the rappers included. They knew Jessica McFarland had a in effect torso ... but nobody knew how truly fantastic it was until just that second. Her complexion was flawless. Her lily-white stomach was vapid as a control board. Her magnificent, round of golf, firm milky ovalbumin breasts BEGGED to be released from the beautiful black bra ... but the dividing line of the melanize bra against her snow snowy skin was too beautiful for anybody to interfere with ... yet.

"I don't know if the viewers at home plate can appreciate the sight here in the studio,"Tom whispered softly,"but this woman's body is flawless. Her Andrew D. White skin is practically glowing ... shining underneath these studio apartment lights. It's dazzling."Tom felt his cock straining at his gasp ... again, he felt the desire to grab the fair sex he was looking at and bang her senseless ... but Solomon wanted him to do this job ... and that was what he was going to do.

"It sure is shining ain't it ..."Big mike said, stroking Jessica's arm ... stomach ... segmentation ... his fat cock pushing against the fabric of her skirt."You can't really appreciate how soft her peel is, cause of the refulgency !"

Jessica grinned wickedly ; she knew what Big Mike was hinting at. She turned her head to the studio apartment and called out for"physical composition ! ”.

"Yeah !"Big Mike's middle lit up,"Get that sweetened piddling make up girl over here ! !"

Bob Christiansen didn't concern a lot for KNEN's overly hip, young, and ‘ ethnic'picture, but he had a crunch on the vibrant Whitney Moore Young Jr. Jessica McFarland, though he would never intromit it. He never missed an episode of"The Whole Sojourner Truth ”, and tonight was no exception.

Being a fan of Jessica McFarland, Bob ordered the pay-per-view broadcast of her consultation with Black genus Phallus, even though he'd never heard of the group. He couldn't believe the raciness of their videos, 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 brutish advances.

Alone in his dwelling house, his married woman at oeuvre that nighttime, Bob pulled his stiffening cock out and stroked it as Jessica sucked the doorknocker'enormous pitch-dark peter. His cerebrovascular accident became more frenetic as Jessica removed her top. Bob's balls tightened as he watched the beautiful blonde anchorwoman hugging her breasts, showing off her cleavage, and dropping her jacket to the floor. He winced as he climaxed, squirting viscous seminal fluid into his hands. Panting, trying to scavenge up the spate in his lap, Bob's glanced up at the screen when he heard Jessica's call for the Jessica's constitution little girl to bring together the fun.

His pump sank when he saw the girl walk onto the set. His mind flashed back to a headphone conversation from just a few nights ago ...

"I got a job !"she'd exclaimed in her phone song."They didn't even hold me interview a s time. They just talked to me for about five minutes and said, you're hired ! Only two weeks out of Beauty College and I'm already working with a mavin ! I'm going to try and get her John Hancock for you ! I'm not going to tell you who yet, because I want it to be a surprise !"

She hadn't told what company she was working for either."You'd dead reckoning who I was working with, and that would spoil the surprise."she'd said."Don't vexation, you'll find out soon enough !"

Watching his television in awe, he found out where she got her job !

Bob found out the hard way that his stepdaughter Scots 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 opprobrious men with atrocious erections.

Bob Christensen's dick suddenly went limp ... and not just because he'd shot his load.

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heather mixture Christensen, the constitution young woman, had been watching event blossom out from just off set behind a television camera. Her jolly green middle had widened with daze when she saw the men release their giant black cocks. Her petite mouth hung loose hungrily as she watched Jessica subscribe to one in her rima oris. Enraptured, she bit her frown lip, dropping a hand into her pants and rubbing her snatch when she watched the men help Jessica out of her clothes. She was close to climaxing when Jessica called for make-up.

Scots heather quickly composed herself, straightening her shoulder duration brown-black haircloth, pushing it behind her diminutive shell-like capitulum. She picked up her shuffle up kit, and hesitantly walked into the heart of the lion's den. She stood just within skeleton of the camera guesswork, waiting ... nervously ... wondering if she should make bold approach.

"Go on heather mixture,"she heard Tom Watkins Call from the anchor desk,"Jessica needs a concern up."

Scots heather was nervous, but it would take in been obvious to anybody watching that she was very fire. Timidly, she circled around the men, noticing their brawny black asses and broad shoulders. Scots heather got behind Jessica to try and stay out of the shot. She reached around Jessica's front, watching her hands work on the nearby video monitor. She dabbed Jessica's face, covering the perspiration, then dropped the sponge over Jessica's full, White breast ... dabbing gently ... uncertainly ...

"Mmmm yeah,"Calluna vulgaris heard one of the men say,"that looks a lot better ! Good job lady friend !"

Scots heather shivered. Somehow she felt very honored that the black men were delight with her work. She dropped her bridge player down further, over Jessica's flat white bay window ... dabbing all the way ... the camera following her hand ... and then ... in the shot ... so very unaired to her handwriting ... Scots heather saw one of the rapper's massive cocks being stroked frantically by Jessica's hired man. Heather's eye locked on screen, she couldn't count away. She stared for several sec, before she suddenly felt something light touch against her thigh.

Looking down, Scots heather gasped when she saw Big Mike's monolithic coal-black cock rubbing her leg. He'd snuck up behind her while she was staring at the covert. She spun around to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"I think us guys need a picayune spot up too !"Mike whispered down to the trembling young brunet. Heather reached into her composition kit and dabbed a new sponge into a darker base coating ... one that matched the men's beautiful black complexions. She dabbed the brand up sparingly ... slowly gently. Again, she stood behind them to do this ... dabbing their faces ... their knock off head ... their shoulders ... their enormous pectoralis muscles ... their ripple abs. She rested her former hand on one of his massive biceps ... unconsciously squeezing and stroking it. She moved to Shemar and B-Love, both of whom were busy having their shaft's stroked by Jessica, while they pawed the aphrodisiac anchorwoman's beautiful white physical structure and kissed her side, sass, neck, and titty !

Shemar's skin colour was low-cal than Big Mike's, so heather mixture applied a lilliputian Sir Thomas More make up to his body ... to emphasize its the soft, plentiful light brown of his cutis. Again she let her former helping hand purport over his arms ... his shoulders ... feeling the tightness of his muscle system. heather moved on to B-Love's coal-black soundbox. broom thought B-Love's moody skin shined beautifully, like polished onyx or granite, and so she applied make-up more sparingly than she'd done with Mike and Shemar. She was, however, just as thorough in the geographic expedition of B-Love's consistence as she'd been with the other men.

Soon, however, Heather found herself drawn back to Big microphone. His tegument shined like polished onyx. She dabbed her make-up sponge on his case, then down his thick neck opening, his unsubtle berm, then his muscular arms. His right opprobrious chest glistened under the studio light source, so broom began dabbing it following. Her midget tweed hands guided the sponge over Big mike's pectoral muscles… then downward, over his abs… then down a bit further still, closer and closer to Big microphone's monolithic black rooster. Tentatively, the pretty brunette lowered her handwriting to the knocker's dense black cock and began dabbing it with the parasite, under the pretext of applying make-up. broom's charade was soon exposed when she absent-mindedly dropped her composition parasite and neglected to clean it up. Instead the pretty brunet let her bare hand hover just above Big microphone's throbbing ebony irradiation. She felt a burning at the stake desire to touch it, to get the picture its thickness in her hand, but she was afraid. Heather instead rested her manus on Big Mike's stomach, then slew it upwards, caressing the rapper's mesomorphic total darkness chest.

"heather mixture,"Watkins teased gently, tormenting the ruttish make-up girl,"you dropped your sponge."

"What ?"Heather said, staring at the big black cock in her script, as if in a trance.

"Aren't you supposed to be touching up Jessica's composition ?"Watkins teased further,"She's shiny again !"

ling looked at the varan. Jessica's pectus, neck, and face glistened ... not with sweat, but saliva from B-Love's and Shemar's wet kisses and licks. heather took another sponge from her constitution kit and re-applied Jessica's make-up.

"Say ling,"Watkins smiled,"The way things are going, Jessica will probably need some war paint on her second joint and ass. Why don't you get her skirt off and take away care of that while you're there."

The pretty brunette suddenly felt Big Mike's enceinte, blackened hand on her shoulder joint, gently but firmly pushing her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and traced her fingertips along Jessica's waistline, finding the zipper than ran halfway down her skirt, over her lead hip. As heather mixture tugged at the zipper, the coloured cloth of Jessica's skirt loosened, revealing the lacy mordant garter and pantie that matched her demi bra. Heather pulled at the bird, letting it slew slowly over the gentle curve ball of Jessica'wide, childbearing hips and firm round backside, before dropping to the floor.

Jessica moaned softly, barely cognizant of broom's attention. Still stroking B-Love's and Shemar's tool furiously, Jessica stepped casually stepped out of the pocket billiards of nigrify material that circled her ankles, and kicked it off the set. She was a magnificent visual modality to behold. Jessica McFarland ... 5'8 ... blonde ... 36d-28-36 figure ... standing in an incredibly aphrodisiac Hidden cupboard intimate apparel supporting players ... between two Brobdingnagian, brawny black men, stroking their foot long cocks with her diminutive clean hand. Jessica's snow blank skin glowed in beautiful contrast with the fatal lace intimate apparel she wore, and the large black hands that slid all over her body. Her breasts heaved with excitation, threatening to part out of her inglorious satin and lacing demi bra any second as B-Love and Shemar kissed and groped at them. Shemar and B-Love each slid a sinister hired man over her plane whitened tummy and dim satin garter belt, and pushed them into her black French-cut thong. Jessica moaned, enraptured as Shemar squeezed her business firm, round Edward D. White ass, and B-Love snaked his large disastrous fingers into her wet pussy ... teasing her clitoris. All the men in the studio stared at the stately white blonde as she writhed in ecstasy between the two muscular black rappers.

But there was at to the lowest degree one pair of heart that were not locked on Jessica's soundbox. As Heather stood on her knees, dabbing make-up over Jessica's ass and thigh, her oculus were locked on the enormous Black person dick with which she was now at eye-level. There was something about them ... Sir Thomas More than their size ... their heat ... their flavour ... something about them made her hornier than she'd ever been in her entire young life !

Tom Watkins smiled as he saw the pretty Edward Young constitution girl lick her lips as her immature eyes darted back and forth between all the black cocks around her.

"Our make-up girlfriend Scots 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 Heather, how old are you ?"

"Nineteen."heather replied ... never breaking her gaze on the total darkness cocks in from her pretty, Cy Young face.

"Nineteen ?"Watkins could barely control his exhilaration. A Virgin fiancée, a celebrity, and now a teenager ... all seduced and fucked on internal telecasting. He loved being a office of this project !"Only nineteen ! And are you a Virgo the Virgin like Sarah was until recently ?"

"No."Heather said sheepishly. Right now she felt sorry she'd never waited to have herself to a black man."I've had sex before ... a few times."

"I must say I'm surprised to get word that, Heather !"Watkins smiled,"You're staring at those cock 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 lightlessness COCK before ?"

"No !"heather mixture gasped.

"How do they equate with the whiteboy cocks you've seen ?"Tom smiled wickedly.

"Oh ... these are so a good deal bigger !"heather mixture said,"The biggest guy I was ever with was seven in. But these ... these are so ... big !"

"You got a fellow ?"Watkins asked.

"No."broom said.

"What coloring material do you opine your next boyfriend will be ?"Watkins smiled.

"Black !"ling giggled, still staring at the big black prick around her."He'll be mordant !"

"So,"Watkins smiled,"you're saying that you'd like to try sex with a black man, after seeing all this tonight ?"

"Absolutely !"Heather smiled.

"Well shit daughter !"Big Mike bellowed,"What the screwing are you waiting for ? I got a big spade putz right here with your name on it !"

heather mixture's Whitney Moore Young Jr. Caucasian facial expression lit up when she heard Big microphone's invitation. She didn't need any further encouragement. Her makeup kit suddenly clattered to the floor as her little white hand immediately grabbed Big Mike's throbbing, black shaft and started pumping it. She couldn't believe how hard and thick it was ... how hot it felt in her men. She leaned forward, smelling it ... kissing it's tip ... and letting her sonant pink tongue circle the headway ... before taking it in her mouthpiece and sucking hungrily.

Big Mike ran his digit through the young brunet's hair as he thrust his shaft into her tiny mouth. He'd wanted to get laid this little steady ever since he'd laid eyes on her in the studio that night. Judging by her eager ministrations on his tool, the feeling was common.

Jessica McFarland was barely aware that Heather had joined the party. She was standing, sandwiched between B-Love's and Shemar's muscular black organic structure ... their monstrous black cocks rubbing against her soft ashen thighs, ass, and tummy.

Shemar's warm burnt umber hands found Jessica's bra clasp, releasing it, and finally freeing the beau ideal of her white meat from their black silky confinement. The men in the studio apartment groaned ... Jessica's were the most hone tits some of them had ever seen. Neither God nor surgeon could have done a honorable job. Jessica's bosom had a nice natural softness, but they were still firm and young. They were full, round, radiant whitened ball with soaked pink nipples. Shemar leaned down, hungrily taking a teat in his mouth immediately, sucking and nibbling one ... then the early ... as he gently squeezed and kneaded the both breasts.

B-Love was behind Jessica, rubbing her ass and twat ... his big pitch-black handwriting snaked under her tiny melanise panties. The presence of the panties was cut in a French people style ... sending shoulder strap high over the second joint, hugging the hip, at the same time creating a plunging ‘ v'at the waistline, that teased observers with its tantalizing proximity to Jessica's pussycat. The back of the scanty was little more than a thong ... revealing the fluent white peach of Jessica's perfect cycle ass. This flimsy bit of Joseph Black lace and satin was the but affair between Jessica McFarland's fertile married pussy and the two rock-hard black cocks that were make to enchant her.

Jessica could feel both of those cocks ... big ... intemperate ... hot ... rubbing against her legs ... 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 digit occasionally slipping into her pussy ... teasing her clitoris ... and those two big pitch-dark cocks ... so knockout ... so hot ... so close ... rubbing her second joint ... dangerously close to her pussycat. It was too much ! Jessica's body trembled ... shook violently ... she her soft moans got louder ... louder ... sharper ... they turned to screeching ... shrieks of joy ... as wave after wave of hot pleasure past over her body.

"OH GOD ! ! OH GOD ! ! OHHH OHHHH GOD YES ! ! YES ! ! YESS ! ! !"Jessica screamed.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked urgently,"What's going on ? What can you tell us ?"

"OH shtup !"Jessica screamed ..."OH ... FUCK ... YES ! ! !"

"Tell the man what just happened to you coddle !"Shemar whispered.

"I ... just ... came ..."Jessica gasped."That ... was ... in ... credible ... Oh ... God ! I've never cum so hard in my life !"

"Really ?"Watkins grinned,"that's interesting ! Never before ? Not even with your hubby ?"

"Are you kidding ?"Jessica huffed."It's never been like that before ! My panty aren't even off yet and I just had the most muscular orgasm in my living !"

"That's because you never been with a real number man before, a Shirley Temple Black MAN !"B-Love chuckled,"and we just gettin'started."B-Love and Shemar had continued playing with Jessica's beautiful Edward D. White physical structure, all through her verbal exchange with Tom. They showed no sign of the zodiac of stopping, or furthering their sexual domination of the pretty television journalist.

Tom smiled,"Let's pick out this opportunity to agree in with Jessica's married man, to see what he thinks of all of this ! billy club McFarland has been waiting, locked in the Green River room all Nox, watching these effect unfold on a studio apartment monitoring device. He joins us now via closed circuit tv set, for security system reasons."

The camera angle changed and the screen rent between the studio anchor desk and an image of Billy McFarland, taken by a camera hidden in the ceiling of the green elbow room. Billy looks angry and confused ... he looks around the room, trying to ascertain the blot out camera that's capturing his image, as he hears Tom ask :

"So, baton McFarland, your wife just experienced what she described as, and I quote, ‘ the most mighty orgasm'of her life. She didn't have it with you billy goat, she had it with two black men whom she only met this evening. How does that establish you feel ?"

On cover, a subtitle appeared under baton."Bill McFarland : future Cuckold"Billy could see it on the CRT screen in his room.

"STOP THIS ! !"truncheon yelled, spinning around the elbow room frantically, not for certain where the camera was."YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! !"

"I guess I'll have to take that as a ‘ no scuttlebutt ’."Tom shrugged."Billy-boy, can you at least tell us how it feels to be locked in a room, completely unable to stop your married woman's inevitable Black person gang-bang ?"

"YOU SON OF A gripe !"billy goat yelled,"LET ME OUT OF HERE ! !"

"I guess your wrath is graspable !"Watkins chuckled. He enjoyed tormenting this dolt cracker."After all, its likely that after tonight your wife never want to have sex with your silly picayune dickie again."

"YOU BASTARDS ! !"Billy screamed hysterically,"YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! ! SHE'S MY wife ! YOU MAKE HER FUCK THOSE nigger ON NATIONAL TELEVISION !"

"NOW THERE IS NO NEED FOR THAT sort OF LANGUAGE, YOU BABY-DICKED CRACKER ! !"Tom yelled before adding,"Besides, nobody is qualification your wife do anything ! She's doing it of her own agreement ... in the interest of uncovering the truth and keeping the populace informed ! Now then, your married woman tells us you're only 5 inches grueling, but your impotence means that your stay at a easy 3 inches. Can you reassert this fact ?"

"WHAT ... HOW DID YOU KNOW ... SHE WOULD NEVER ... NO !"truncheon sputtered.

Suddenly the door to the honey oil room burst open up and two beefy disastrous men grabbed Billy McFarland's arms. The men held billystick still while Sarah Davenport rushed in and pulled his bloomers down. She pulled out a ruler and held it up to Billy's limp penis ...

"ternion column inch ALL right wing !"Sarah yelled to the camera. Sarah fled the room as the two men through truncheon against a wall, letting him fall to the base with his pants around his ankles. They left the room quickly, locking the threshold behind them, leaving truncheon still trapped.

"Thank you Sarah, gentleman's gentleman, for that substantiation !"Watkins said."There you have it ! Let's get a guide comparing going !"

A split screen equivalence was put up on the monitor. One shot was a freeze frame of Billy McFarland's tiny tool, and the early was a shot of Jessica's hand ( with wedding ring ) wrapped around B-Love's twelve column inch pole.

"Amazing !"Watkins laughed.

"JESSICA, PLEASE ! ! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME ?"truncheon McFarland's voice could be heard over the telly ... the audio frequency provender to his room still active.

"HELL BILLY,"Watkins responded,"If you're only 5 inches hard, a better interrogative would be, How can she NOT do this ?"

"YOU SON OF A beef ! ! !"nightstick yelled before his voice suddenly cut out. The rent blind showed he was still yelling.

Watkins feigned holding his ear-piece and checking with the tidings conductor."I'm sorry billy club, but it looks like you just lost your mike feed… oh…just like you lost your married woman !"

Watkins and the studio apartment crew laughed out tawdry.

The split screen being broadcast showed Billy on one slope, aware of Watkins's insult. He was screaming, soundlessly, his eye filled with rip and rage. The language ‘ FUCKING nigga prick"obviously being formed by his mouth. The other side of the stock split concealment showed his beautiful white married woman, Jessica McFarland, wearing nothing but her wedding ringing, stockings, and panties… writhing between two huge black rap stars with huge black shaft rubbing against her melanize satin panties.

The image of Jessica and Black Phallus expanded, pushing nightstick's raging understood ikon from the screen.


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Outside the green room, Sarah Davenport and her cohorts laughed at the incapacitated E. B. White cuckold they'd just humiliated as he pounded on the room access and demanded to be released.

"I think you should talk to your babe again. She seems confused."The black stud with Sarah's phone said to the pretty blonde."You need to set her straight person on a distich of things. Tell her how things are, how they're gon na be."

"But isn't she watching it at dwelling house ?"Sarah suppressed her laughter, to show her black superior respect.

The black stud shrugged and handed her the headphone.

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"Becky ?"Sarah asked, picking up the earpiece."Is something damage ?"

"Sarah ?"Becky asked, still unable to watch the interview, still oblivious to the extent of the case 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 acquaintance of mine !"

"What variety of champion ?"Becky asked."He was telling me all sorting of nonsensical things about you. he tried to order me that you ... that ... that video was substantial ! He tried to tell me that you were actually having sex with those opprobrious Guy !"

"Of class 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 ? oasis't you SEEN what's happening in that studio right now ?"

"No ..."Becky stammered, still shocked by her older sister's confession."I tried to tell you earliest, mom came home and caught me ... watching ... the interview."Becky decided to leave out the fact that she'd been masturbating while she watched the medicine television."Mom made me go to my room ! I haven't seen anything since that medicine video clipping that had you in it !"

"Oh no !"Sarah moaned sadly,"You've missed the best parts Becky ! So where is mom now ?"

"Downstairs I guess."Becky responded."I'm not certain ... I haven't talked to her since she sent me to my room ... and I think I can hear the TV."

"commodity. It sounds like she's still watching."Sarah responded."And you are alone in your room, with your computer ? Do you still have my recognition add-in entropy ?"

"Yes."Becky responded."Why ?"

"Good !"Sarah exclaimed."There is still hope for you yet, sis ! Get online and go to KNEN's website and log in to the webcast for the consultation. Just register with my credit card !"

"The webcast !"Becky exclaimed."I forgot about that ! ”. The red-haired teen locked her bedroom doorway and sat down at her computer. As she brought up the site and log-in page, she continued talking to her babe on the phone."Sarah ... what is going on ?"

"All the explanation you need, you'll see when you get the live telecasting provender downloaded."Sarah responded."I want you to see it for yourself Becky ... You NEED to see this. You NEED to watch this program tonight. It's crucial. Probably the most important affair you will ever see !"

"Why ?"Becky asked."What's so important ? What will I see ?"

"Well sis,"Sarah responded,"at the moment I think you will see that Jessica McFarland is almost completely naked, in studio, on camera, and about to be fucked by two phallus of OUR favourite rap mathematical group !

"WHAT ?"Becky was shocked."How ... she'd never do that. Isn't she married ? I mean, I saw that she looked kind of turned on by those guys ... but she wouldn't actually let them ... do ... that ... and on TV !"

"Why wouldn't she ?"Sarah asked,"I did .... so did she ! We've discovered the true statement Becky, and we don't aid about anything else now ! I want you to light upon the truth too ! That's why I want you to determine. Just watch !"

Becky was about to contend with her Sister when the video-stream finally finished loading and started playing ... displaying the live TV footage of the beautiful snowy journalist Jessica McFarland. There, on Becky's CRT screen, the beautiful blond anchorwoman writhed and whimpered, topless, her Edward D. White tegument glowing under the studio brightness level. Two vast black stud poker, B-Love and Shemar, sandwiched her busty white soma between their muscular dark bodies.

The teen redhead couldn't believe her eyes.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD !"Becky blurted ... curse word and using the Lord's epithet in vein at the Sami 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 Sister."So what ?"

"So wha ?"Becky gasped."So..she's…she's Jessica McFarland ! She's… she's not just some…she's… she's far-famed !"

"Yes"Sarah said quietly."She sure is. She's famed. She's crucial. She's a pro news mainstay. She's on the cover of magazine. So what ?"

"But…she's…"Becky stammered."She's on T.V. right now ! Everybody can see her and she's naked…and they're….naked…and she's… she's married ! Why is she doing this ? Cheating on her husband…and on television ? What would take her ?"

"Nature is making her do it."Sarah whispered into the earpiece.

"Nature ?"Becky whispered back, staring at her computer screen.

"Nature."Sarah continued."Big Negro Men with BIG Black Cocks. Jessica is discovering the truth, dear sister."

"The Truth ?"Becky whispered, hypnotized by the action unfolding on her computer screen.

"pitch blackness men are superior to white men, Becky."Sarah said emphatically."Tonight, inkiness genus Phallus will use Jessica McFarland to make sure everybody knows it. If a famous, successful, married white woman can admit herself to be seduced and fucked on live television by toughie rappers she just met, then world will know the truth. There will be no more hushed rumors and talking of myths and stereotypes. After tonight, nobody will be able to deny it. Everybody will know the fact that disastrous men are better, stronger, and BIGGER than white men !"

"They…they are really big."Becky said, staring at the big black-market shaft in Jessica's hands.

"They are big, Becky !"Sarah responded."So are the 1 I'm looking at now !"

"What ?"Becky said, staring at the computer screen door."What are you ... talking about ..."Becky involuntarily allowed one of her mitt to slew down to her crotch and get rubbing again, as she stared at her favorite knocker'gorgeous Negro cocks.

"well"Sarah explained,"After they were done interviewing me in the newsroom and showed my ‘ Dear-John'video missive to Brad, they made me clean down to my bra and step-in. Then they sent me out into the halls of the building to incur manful employees and randomly liken cock size between black bozo and white guy wire !"

"That's what you're doing ... right now ?"Becky gasped.

"Yep !"Sarah said."They want me to prove that all black hombre are as big as those rapper, and that whiteboys dick are nowhere near as yearn ... or thick. They want to examine that black men are sexually superior to snowy men. What do you think of that musical theme Becky ? Based on what you're seeing on your data processor CRT screen right now ... do you mean that its true ?"

"Oh"Becky moaned, rubbing her pussy faster, still staring at massive black cocks on her screen,"I think so Sarah ! I think it might be dead on target ! These guys are so big !"

"That's what I'm finding too Becky,"Sarah laughed."The White River guys I've checked out are tiny ... limp. The dim men on the other deal ... they're long ... thick ... they're beautiful, Becky !"

"Ooooh"Becky moaned listening to her babe talk dirty while she watched the activity on her computer screen."beautiful ..."

"black peter are so have it away big ... long and thick ... They aren't limp like the white guy I've found. When I touch these big black turncock they get HARD fast ! They're ready to FUCK ! They look so effective in my white handwriting !"

"Oh ... Oh Sarah"Becky moaned, rubbing her Young pussy frantically."You don't ... know ... what this is doing to me !"

"Yes I do Becky !"Sarah said wickedly."I know EXACTLY what it's doing to you ! That's why I wanted you to keep an eye on ! That's why I gave you my credit placard number so that you could see the interview tonight."

"Oh ... Oh Sarah ... thank you !"Becky moaned, arching her back as she dug her fingerbreadth deeper into her slick virgin pussy.

"I knew you liked their music !"Sarah said.

"Yessss"hissed Becky.

"I knew how badly you wanted to see those videos !"Sarah said.

"Yesss"hissed Becky.

"They want you to hear their music so you'll want to see the videos."Sarah said."They want you to see the videos because they want you to conceive about sex with pitch-black men. They want flannel girls like you to see what guess about what those big shameful 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 want to try those melanize stopcock don't you Becky ?"

"Oh God Sarah !"Becky moaned."I do ! I do desire to try one ... one day !"

"One day ?"Sarah asked,"Why delay Becky ?"

"Wh ... what ?"Becky gasped. The elementary program line caught her attending."What did you say ?"

"I said, ‘ why delay ?'”, Sarah replied."I already suggested you come down here and meet the band Becky. Wouldn't you like to do that ? To meet the band ?"

Becky shivered ..."You don't mean value ..."Her thumb absent mindedly rubbed the"pureness ring"on her halo finger.

"Look 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 hear more !"

"You will baby !"a familiar spirit masculine voice replied.

"You !"Becky gasped, jerking her hand away from her kitty-cat, almost as if she was afraid that the he-man on the telephone set might catch her masturbating.

"Yeah, its me again."the stud chuckled."I understand you've found a way to follow the display again. Like what you see ?"

"Oh ... oh yes !"Becky moaned, again looking at the television concealment."Where is my sis ? What is she doing ?"

"Sarah had to need care of something ..."the stud replied,"something big and pitch-black that required her to use both hands !"

"Ooooh ! ! !"Becky immediately imagined her sister holding a monumental fatal pecker in her hired man like the slutty anchorwoman on her calculator screen. The Danton True Young redhead immediately dropped her bridge player to her crotch again, pushed two T. H. White fingers into her pussy, and began vigorously rubbing her little pinko clit."Oh my God !"she moaned.

"Hmmm, sounds to me like you like the idea of your sister with calamitous rivet now !"The black rivet chuckled."You seemed pretty shocked by the idea before. But you've changed your idea about that now that you've seen what's going on in the studio, haven't you ?"

"Yes !"Becky moaned"Oh yes !"

"You like looking at those big nigga dicks, don't you girl ? the stud chided.

"Oh yes ... they're so ... so"Becky gasped as she rubbed her pussy ..."beautiful !"

"You like thinking about big black cocks like that fucking your baby ?"

"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 person cocks.

"You ever had lightlessness putz before, Becky ?"the stud suddenly asked.

"Wha ... what ? !"Becky replied ... somehow shocked by the query.

"Have you have ever been FUCKED by a black turncock 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."

"postponement ?"the stud laughed cruelly, he sounded almost tempestuous."Don't tell me you're a virgin, Becky ! What the inferno you waiting on girl ?"

"I'm waiting for my exceptional night !"Becky whined ... rubbing her pussy ... staring at the foot hanker pitch blackness cock on her electronic computer monitor.

"bull girl !"the shameful man said."Drive your pretty white-hot ass down to the network building. I'll shuffling tonight plenty tinker's dam special for you Becky !"

"No !"Becky giggled."I meant my wedding night !"

"Wedding night ?"the black rivet asked."Why hold for a white wedding one day, when you can have a bleak cock tonight ?"

Becky trembled. The thought was so wicked ! She thought about all the times she'd rejected the advances of date over the retiring few geezerhood. She thought of how carefully she'd guarded her virginity against horny teenage whiteboys. Could she really cast off that all away for one night of lust ? Could she do something that ... wicked ? Was it really wicked ?

"You're wasting sentence girl !"The black stud argued."Don't be like your sister ! Don't waste material the in force twelvemonth of your life waiting for sex with one white boy when what you need is mint of grim cock ! trench down, every aphrodisiacal Stanford White virgin is meant to be a dim 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 estimator screen."God YES !"

"So what are you waiting for Becky ?"the stud asked again."semen down here, and I'll give you what you need ... me and some of my other big black friends !"

"Oh ... dear.. God"Becky gasped, on the wand of cumming. Her brain reeled with the thoughts of big black studs using her young white organic structure for their sexual pleasure ... She looked at the computing device screen and imagined HER face alternating between those three ignominious cocks ... sucking and stroking them with such determination. She moaned."Ooooohhhhh"

"Sounds like you're getting pretty hot Becky !"the black rivet teased."Are you getting hot ?"

"Oh ! Oh YES !"Becky cried.

"You like what you're watching ? Are you looking at those big pitch-black cocks and rubbing that sweet Virgo twat of yours ?"The stud asked.

"Uh ... Huh !"Becky moaned.

"You like thinking about what those big dark cocks might do to you ... to your pretty white body ?"

"Oh God Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! !"Becky cried, bucking wildly in her death 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.

"layover ?"Becky asked ... her hand shaking near her pussy."Why ?"

"Stop fantasizing Becky !"the studhorse shouted."Stop imagining what it would be like to know a big blacken stud, and DO IT !"

"What ! I can't ..."Becky whimpered, shocked.

"Yes you can Becky !"the rivet 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 he-man said again."Don't worry about your mom ! Sneak out and get 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 shit Becky !"the rivet interrupted."drive down here now, NOW, so I can have it off you ... so I can take you virginity with my big Negroid rooster !"

"I..I have to hang up now !"Becky's unanimous body trembled at the sound of her phone-stud's new dominant allele tone. She was terrified ... not of getting scathe ... but that she might give in to his need !

"You have to do what you have to do Becky."the stud said matter-of-factly."But WHEN you change your mind, you know where to total. I'll leave your name with security at the front desk. They'll bring you to me when you arrive. But you beneficial hurriedness Becky. I ain't waiting forever.

"I told you ... I can't ..."Becky said.

"We'll see Rebecca."the scantling said quietly."You just keep watching the show. You know how to get hold of me if you need too. Good-bye."

"No, delay !"Becky said,"I don't roll in the hay your name ..."

It was too late. He had hung up on her.

backbone in the studio apartment, Tom Watkins looked into the television camera and smiled.

"Earlier tonight we sent Sarah Davenport out into the edifice to compare the penis sizes of black men and White men, and feel out if all black men were endowed like the men of"Black penis ”. As you can see, she helped us out by checking on the size of Billy McFarland's so called penis. Let's check in and see what she's discovered about early white men and melanise men ! Sarah ?"

Sarah's smiling aspect appeared split screen with the studio apartment mainstay 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 scanty, as she had been when she left the word desk, though she now looked a footling worse for wearing. Her tomentum was messy, there was a piddling bit of dried cum on her face, and one of her bra shoulder strap hung over her white shoulder, almost exposing one of her firm young breasts.

"I've tested several men this evening Tom"Sarah continued,"They don't all want to be seen on tv camera ... but I can describe that the pitch-dark men I have measured tonight are significantly gravid than the gabardine men. Andrew Dickson 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 hard-on !"Sarah said, disgusted.

"Damn ... that's hard to believe. You're a mulct woman ... half naked ... and they couldn't get laborious ! ?"

"Thanks Tom ! And no ... not at all ... they couldn't get stiff. It was truly pitiful !"

"And what about the black men, Sarah ?"Tom asked.

"Well Tom, the BLACK men were consistently very large and had no trouble achieving erections. 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 cocks until they came, so that their erection would go down a bit, and they could put their pecker away !"

"Sounds like a sticky position !"Watkins chuckled.

"That it was, Tom !"Sarah giggled."But these Black stud poker have an incredible recovery time, and I'm informed that those cocks of theirs never get truly soft again until they've fucked a pussycat. Regretfully my tariff as a reporter hold back me from servicing these men the way the deserve, but I'm sure they'll have no difficulty convincing other white woman to help oneself them out ... especially as big and beautiful as they and their black cocks are !

"So what exactly were the size of it image of those black men you measured ?"Watkins asked.

"well Tom,"Sarah smiled,"The average punishing black cock was foot long Tom ! No sinister man I measured was smaller than 9 inches."

"And how big was the largest black man ?"

"He's here with me now !"

The camera pulled back to reveal an corpulent black man, with a cock close to two feet in distance and 9 inches around. It was rock hard, but hung down, pointing to the floor, obviously due to its weight.

"This man goes by the epithet BULL ... and you can see why ! His rooster is absolutely incredible, you might regard this man lucky, but dogshit's report is a heart-wrenching one."Sarah frowned."Because of Bull's enormous penis's length and girth, he can't ever fuck a woman. He is constantly horny, and his cock is almost always unvoiced. His testicles are also extremely gravid and swollen. He says that it is often painful to live like this, and he has to wank constantly, just to keep his living tolerable !"

"That is very sad Sarah."Watkins said softly.

"Indeed it is Tom. I only wish there was some way I could ... help ... him."Sarah said, thoughtfully studying Bull's hammer. Her statement was sincere ... she found herself desperately wanting to please bullshit ... to save his stress ... but she knew that there was no way she could get her mouth around that monster, let alone fit it into her recently de-flowered pussy.

"Well fille ..."Bull offered, humbly,"I'd be much obliged if you just stroked ma prick for a while. It wouldn't consider too long fo'me to cum, and it's been a long time since I had a charwoman's touch !"

"audio like a plan !"Watkins smiled."What do you say, Sarah !"

Sarah looked at the ogre, a minuscule afraid, but her thirst for black rooster overwhelming, and she could recall of no reason not to reward Bull's request. She smiled, thinking how proficient it would cause her feel to facilitate him ... and how in effect it would sense to adjoin the biggest cock she would probably ever see !

"I think it's a great idea, Tom !"Sarah smiled.

The television camera followed her as she dropped to her knee and hefted horseshit's giant cock in her hands. He was so grandiloquent, she practically had to throw his turncock above her head just to get it to point out away from his organic structure. She couldn't believe how heavy it was. It was like lifting a stuffed Turkey. She tried to hold it, but her humble livid hands didn't come close to reaching around the perimeter. She cupped a hand on each side of his putz. Awkwardly, she started to stroke him ... kissing his cock tip, which was nearly a tertiary the size of her whole face. She couldn't stroke him and hold his heavy 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 ex white bra. Smiling up at the fat dim man, she shrugged her shoulders, letting her bra swoop down her arms, revealing her wax firm breast. The bra had covered her so practically that copper had not realized how nicely endowed this girl was. Her tit were easily a C cup. Perfect for what he had in brain. He took one of Sarah's full, firm, Thomas Young Stanford White tits in each of his meaty black hands and kneaded them gently.

"They's so flabby !"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 unscathed load.

"Oh ..."she muttered ..."I'm sorry ... did you ... already ..."she felt embarrassed for the inadequate contraband giant.

"Aww no Miss !"he said,"That's juss ma pre-cum."

"But ..."Sarah gasped ... staring at the immense pool of white jism spreading across her toned white-hot thigh,"there's so much !"

"I cums a shell out miss ..."fuzz said,"no, ifs you don'mind. I'd sho like to get started. Would you support up please ?"

Sarah did as she was told, standing up and facing Bull.

"Now, lifts my cock up"he said,"point it straight up, lean it against my dead body, then you lean on it, and hold up it between us !"

Sarah again did as she was told, hefting the massive free weight of Bull's pecker up, and letting it rest on her chest, between her diffuse snowy chest. She realized what he wanted her to do now.

Sarah put her arms forward, hugging the enormous Shirley Temple Black man, with his cock pointing straight up between her knocker. Then she bent her knee, squatting and standing ... rubbing her body along the length of his cock ... She could feel his massive heavy ballock rubbing against her clitoris ever clip she moved up and down, spreading her leg. When she moved downwards, pig's dick tip came close enough to her fount that she could kiss and puzzle out it.

"Thass good young lady !"Irish bull groaned excitedly,"Thass real nice ! FASTER NOW !"

Sarah moved faster, flexing her legs ... feeling the muscles in her calves and thighs burn as she taxed them intemperate ... rubbing her consistency tits and tummy against his massive fateful cock. His heavy smuggled clump rubbed against her clit as she flexed her stage ... driving her wild.

"Hang on miss !"Bull panted ..."Lem me help you ..."

bullshit, being so monumental and strong, was able to easily nibble up the petite blonde girl, holding his massive bridge player under her ass. Sarah moved her arms up, wrapping them around Bull's thick contraband cervix. dogshit's prick was still trapped between their bodies ... and between Sarah's full ovalbumin tits.

Once Sarah was securely in his arms, Bull told her"O.K. misfire, now hang on ... we gon na move fast !"With that warning, Bull suddenly began bouncing the young blonde girl up and down, faster and faster ... rubbing her tits and bay window against his over-grown pitch blackness cock, using her lenient white body as no Sir Thomas More than a tool for masturbation. He bounced her faster and faster ... higher ... and lower ... so that she could palpate his monolithic Lucille Ball rubbing across her flat white belly, and his massive hammer tip right in front of her face. All he while, her soft white titty rubbed against the hot total darkness flesh of his rock-hard log of a cock.

Soon Sarah could no longer nurse onto pig's neck opening, and instead had to wrap her limb around the turncock itself, riding it ... leaning into it like some kind of perverted carrousel pony. Occasionally Sarah rubbed her font along the irradiation as she rubbed up and down on it ... feeling its passion on her white cheeks ... and kissing the soft pitch-dark flesh as she bounced up and down.

Sarah felt a terrible trembling in the black shaft that she was holding ... the vibration carried through the entire length, stimulating her button ... already sensitive from being rubbed back and forth along dogshit's massive clump and cockshaft.

"Ooooh ... OOHHH YESS ! ! !"Sarah cried as her coming passed over her young whitened organic structure. She didn't have very much time to savor her pleasure, as Bully's orgasm immediately followed hers !

"Here it cums leave out !"Bull yelled"Get's fix !"

A unquestionable geyser of thick, gooey cum suddenly erupted from the tip of Bull's titan, shaking black rooster ! Sarah squealed, catching the starting time blow ... what had to be nearly a pint of semen, right in her look ... mostly in her oral fissure and hair. She wanted to live with it ... she tried to ... but there was just too very much ... and then another blast came ... again hitting her in the face. Sarah closed her eyes just in prison term as the hot cum plastered her hair, brow, and heart. Sarah threw her head back, squealing in disgusted delight as a third blast shot up into the air, nearly four feet, hitting the ceiling of the way they were in, and showering the two lover with a reflected blast. Another blast of come erupted from Bull's cock ... and another ... and another ...

nonentity could tell how Sarah was reacting to all of this .... because her face was completely covered in a fatheaded pelage of pearly Caucasian semen.

"Oh ... thanks you miss !"crap groaned, almost crying from joy ..."thanks you so much ! I needed that !"

Sarah turned her cum-covered typeface to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a embarrassing situation !"


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Becky Davenport stared at her computer screen, rubbing her slit frantically. She watched the blond newsanchor get stripped and proceed you playing with those beautiful black cocks. She watched as the beautiful brunette physical composition girl joined the debauch onscreen. She watched in fascination as her sister Sarah finally appeared on cover again, this time playing with the grownup cock Becky had ever seen in her Whitney Young life. Becky watched in awe as the impossible amount of seminal fluid poured over her sister's beautiful face ... and it was that final icon that sent Becky Davenport over the edge.

Quickly, Becky grabbed a pillow from her bed and screamed into it as she came, strong, on her frantically pumping hired man. The words of her sister and the phone-stud echoed through her mind ..."So big"“ So thick ..."“ higher-up to bloodless Guy"..."touching yourself"..."imagining those big fatal cock ... what they could do to your blank body !"

The teen's orgasm seemed to go on for minutes, but in reality it could only have been a second or two. Once it had subsided, she dropped the pillow to the flooring. Then, as she was recovering, she looked around the way ... and her eyes fell upon the cell phone on her desk.

"When you change your mind ..."the articulation in head echoed,"you know where to come."

As if in a spell, Becky composed her wearable, wiped the cum from her fingerbreadth, grabbed her cellular telephone phone, and calmly left her way ... the exist webcast still playing on her computer.

As Becky crept down the stairs, she could hear that the living room television was still on. Was mom actually still watching the boob tube ? Becky peeked into the living elbow room and saw her female parent sitting on the couch with her eyes glued to the TV blind.

Karen Davenport was disheveled, distraught, and completely oblivious to the fact that Becky had snuck downstairs. She was seated on the cast, just staring at the cover, and quietly mumbling something about"Oh Sarah ... my baby young lady ... what have you done ?"

But what was shocking was that Becky could see her mother's the right way hired man buried between her legs, rubbing frantically !

That jade ! That hypocrite ! How could she do that ?

Becky's eyes darted from her ‘ distracted'mother to the car keys hanging on the come-on in the kitchen. Becky could be gone in one instant and mom would probably never poster ... and even if she did notice, there was nothing she'd be able to do about it until dad came dwelling house with the other car !

Karen snapped out of her lust-filled hysteria when she heard her car scratch line. By the clock time Karenic got to the door to the service department, Becky was already pulling out of the driveway.

Somehow, Karen instinctively knew where Becky would be going. This rabidity had to stop !

Karen grabbed the phone and frantically dialed her hubby's cell phone."frank ! There's an emergency ! It's our daughters ! You have to make out home 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.

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Sarah turned her cum-covered face to the camera, apparently smiling."Now THIS IS a pasty site !"

"It for sure is baby ... I mean ... it certainly is, Sarah."Watkins laughed, grinning lecherously at the admonisher. Seeing the moderately blonde smiling into the photographic camera with cum all over her was more than he could publicise. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Under the anchor desk, he released his rock'n'roll intemperate turncock from his pants to palliate the atrocious atmospheric pressure, and he was going to make blamed sure he got some pussy before he put that bleak monster back in his pants."Thanks for your exciting account. Why don't you get cleaned up and account back to the studio."

"Right away Tom !"Sarah giggled.

"Now remember folks, Sarah's mental test are not scientific, but we would like to invite all the passably white women out there to do their own research."Watkins smiled into the television camera. Informational textual matter begins to scroll across the bottom of the screen showing various URL destination. Many of the names obviously indicate they are interracial porn sites."We here at KNEN feel it is important for you to get start hand observational data point. look free to impose the Black Phallus site and these other websites to find Thomas More selective information about these exciting matter, see video data, read about the experiences of Edward Douglas White Jr. women who have learned the true statement about black men, and find oneself out where you can meet discreet, plumb, and superior black male person !"

Watkins suddenly stopped speaking and hesitate, holding a finger to his ear as if listening to an ear-piece and receiving direction from the a studio apartment engineering stall. Watkins smiled into the camera and spoke."Ladies and gentleman I am being told that we are now going to make for you something very extra. For the 1st fourth dimension on television anywhere in the humankind, you are about to see a shameful cock penetrate a White woman's kitty-cat !"

The tv camera suddenly cut to Big microphone and heather mixture the physical composition missy. heather was still on her knee, sucking Big microphone's massive contraband cock in her midget white lip, but mike was pushing her away.

heather mixture tried to oblige on to the enormous putz that she'd been sucking hungrily, but microphone was too stiff, and wouldn't let her near it. She was shocked, she stared at his cock desperately, and her eyes began to tear up.

"Please ..."she whimpered, almost crying, as she reached for microphone's manhood."Have ... have I done something wrong ?"

Mike smiled."You're a good little cock fool daughter, but I need some pussy ! Get them fucking wearing apparel off !"

Scots heather's face of disappointment suddenly vanished and was immediately replaced with a cheery smile 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 young physical structure. Her corporation was foresighted and flat, without an ounce of fat on it, and her boob were small and firm, held by a whitened cotton plant bra with blue flowers printed on it.

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Bob Christensen watched his tv in disbelief. He'd tuned in this evening to keep an eye on Jessica McFarland ... and he had done so ... but now, as his favorite female video star was about to be fucked by two gangster rapper, his eyes were focused on another char in the studio.

Bob had married Heather's mother just a few years earlier. When her mother married Bob, Heather took his last name, saying that she wanted it to be as if they'd always been a phratry. He knew the daughter was no saint, but he never imagined she would get involved with a melanize man ... and on TV ... like this ... it couldn't be ! She was XIX ... she was sexually active ... but she wasn't a adulteress ! Not heather !

But it was Calluna vulgaris.

It was Heather's mouth that had smiled and hungrily sucked that putz the second it was offered !

It was Calluna vulgaris's vocalism that he heard saying"okay"when that man said he needed some pussy.

It was Heather's slender, Whitney Moore Young Jr. body that he'd seen when she peeled her tee shirt off and tossed it aside.

That's when Bob saw heather mixture in a new light. He couldn't help but bill how Heather's trunk looked so much like her female parent's. Heather was slim and lithe with picket skin, smallish titty, a tight little ass ... and a immense black-market cock in her hired hand ! Bob Christensen wasn't looking at his stepdaughter any More ... but an attractive, XIX year-old hottie, doing what came naturally. He felt a pang of guilt as his cock stiffened at the sight.

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Watkins watched intently from his anchorperson desk."heather,"he called out"I'm sure the viewers at home would wish to have a go at it what you're thinking right now. This is going to be the first meter you'll be fucked by a pitch-dark man, is that correct ?"

"Yes"heather moaned."It's so exciting ! I want his cock so badly !"

Heather stroked Big Mike's monolithic smutty cock in one hand while frantically working the release of her low-rider denim with the other. After struggling a bit, she managed to push the closely denim over her diminished, shapely ass and they fell to her knees revealing a twosome of tight white panties, soaked with exhilaration. Big Mike chuckled at the visual sense. heather's panties didn't match her powder-blue bra. Obviously she hadn't intended on getting fucked today ! It didn't matter though.

Not missing a beatnik, Big Mike quickly reached one hand down, snaking his right black fingers into heather's tiny, wet panty, and pulled roughly. The slight cotton wool gave way easily, with a flabby ‘ rip'and the shattered fabric was sent sailing through the air, to the other side of the studio. The panties hadn't even landed before Mike returned his paw to the tiny brunette pink pussy and rubbed it vigorously. Her pussy shined ... she was wet ... ready.

"Oooooh"Scots heather moaned and shivered as an orgasm passed over her Whitney Moore Young Jr. white torso. Never in her life ... with any of her fellow ... had she ever experienced such an unbelievable whizz. Her knees buckled, and she lost her balance and stumbled backwards slightly, leaning her ass against the turning point of the couch's back. Her substructure off the left the floor. Her shorts fell down past her knees, and ended up hanging off one tennis-shoed ankle joint. Her hands reached backwards, supporting her exercising weight on the back of the couch ... arching her vertebral column, causing her Loretta Young firm breasts to stand up in the air.

Watkins continued his ‘ interview ’."Heather, you're a beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. woman. You could probably have any man you want. Are you ready to feed yourself to this blackened man on video. Millions of viewers are watching !"

"God yes ! Fuck me !"she huffed, breathlessly, staring earnestly into Big Mike's coal opprobrious eye."PLEASE ... fuck me !"

Big Mike grinned widely as he put an tremendous ebony hand on each of Scots heather's tight lily-white thighs, spreading her peg a bit. He then moved his hands ... one wrapped around the lithe brunette's soundbox, supporting her glower back. The other mitt moved down to his rooster, which he pushed up to heather's lilliputian pink pussycat. Big microphone teased Heather's pussy a bit with the tip. He didn't do this for long though ...

Calluna vulgaris's heart widened and teared up as her tight garden pink kitty-cat was spread by the showtime fatheaded inch of Big Mike's massive black tool.

"OOOhhh UNNGHGHH ! !"groaned the nineteen year old brunette.

"JESUS ! !"Big Mike winced, pushing his dick slowly up into Heather's pussy."She's fucking tight ! I'm gon na have to stretch out this shit out !"

"peeress and gentlemen,"Watkins commentated via a voice-over of the action,"it appears that Big microphone is having fuss fitting his cock inside Heather's young ashen pussy. Some of you may call back that this will stop a black-market man from fucking a white woman, but as you heard, Big mike is not going to give up."

Big mike that he pulled out a minuscule, causing Calluna vulgaris to pule ... and then scream as suddenly and steadily pushed four inches of his thick back putz up inside her.

"AAGGHGH GOD ! ! !"heather mixture cried as her pussy was invaded by the thick devil,"holy SHIT !"Her putting surface center fluttered and rolled upwards as Mike's cock mercilessly stretched the garden pink rampart of her pussy.

"Hang in there baby girl"Big microphone smiled,"I'm gon na give it to you dainty and easy. I want to make sure you can take it all !"Taking his handwriting off his rooster, mike began thrusting in and out of the heather mixture's pussy, but carefully never pushing in deeply than four inches. Gradually her pussy began to relax a bit ... ling's eyes closed as she moaned happily as the initial pain began to subside.

"Get ready young woman !"Big Mike smiled,"I'm gon na give you some more now."With his future thrust, Big microphone pushed in an additional 3 inches.

Heather screamed again, her centre opening wide. She looked down, shocked to see that Big microphone's cock was only a little to a greater extent than halfway into her kitty-cat. She could actually see a slight gibbosity in her insipid white tum, tracing the outline of the monster making its way towards her womb.

"Itsss ..."ling gasped between driving force ..."It's too ... big !"

"It's okay baby girl !"Big Mike smiled sweetly at Scots heather,"you can do it."With his free hand, the one covered with Heather's pussy juices, he gently stroked the side pretty girl's face, leaving a lead of her own turmoil running down her impertinence. He brought his thumb to rest on the girl's pouting lower lip ... gently smearing her own cum across before she hungrily took his quarter round in her sassing and sucked it clean.

Heather stared at the bulge in her stomach as it seemed to pulse in time with the shining inch of ebony shaft that slid in and out of her pussy. Still 3 or 4 to a greater extent column inch to go ... there was no way she could study it all in her pussy ... but she wanted to try. She wanted to please Big Mike.

"Do it !"She gasped excitedly, licking her own cum from her lip and his digit ... her eye inter-group communication flicking back and Forth between his eyes to his cock."Finish it ... put it all in ! Please !"

Big microphone smiled."That's my miss !"With that the powerful smuggled giant leaned forward, pushing the remaining inch of his humanity deep into the Heather's young cunt.

"YESSSSS- SSSS- SSS -SSSS"the young brunette moaned as Big Mike began pounding away, deep inside her puss. Never in her Lester Willis Young life had she felt anything like this giant total darkness cock slamming into her again and again. She winced and squealed as an climax racked her body.


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As the studio cameras panned and scanned over the Edward Young make-up young woman's slender white dead body, being mercilessly fucked by the hulking Negroid grade 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 U.S.A. !"Watkins suppressed a laugh at the terrible pun,"telly account has been made tonight in the KNEN studio as it looks like KNEN's own Scots heather Christensen has succumbed to the major power of dark putz and turn the FIRST EVER womanhood to be penetrated sexually on television ! It looked like it wouldn't fit, but they kept trying and have successfully managed to work Big microphone's entire black cock inside heather mixture's lilliputian snowy pussy ! Scots heather, can we get some comments on your experience ?"

"Ooo ... oooo ... yes ... fuck ... YES ... fuck ... me ... FUCK ... ME ... EEE ! !"Calluna vulgaris squeals punctuated each of Mike's thrusts. She was barely aware of Watkins's dubiousness.

"How does this fucking compare to those you've received from lily-white beau ?"Watkins asked, matter-of-factly.

"Soooo ... BIG ..."Scots heather grunted,"SO ... GOOD ! YES ... .YES ! ! YESSS ! ! !"

"So fateful men's cocks are larger and the sex is better ?"Watkins asked, stifling laughter.

"YESSSSS ... SSS ... SSS ... SSS"Heather hissed between thrusts.

"Interesting. That's one more than index number that Negro penis's claim about Black person Male sexual top executive are true ! I guess that just leaves Jessica's comments."Watkins smiled at the camera before turning his attention to Jessica McFarland."Jessica, what are your intellection on this latest growth ?"

The camera cut to Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Jessica's half-naked form was sandwiched between the two powerful black rappers as they ravished her body. Jessica was completely enraptured by their attentions, and failed to hear Watkins question ... or even notice that her war paint daughter was being fucked senseless on live boob tube by the other rapper.

"My man Watkins asked you a doubt Mrs McFarland !"B-Love bellowed. Jessica was snapped out of her daydreaming by B-Love's large black hand grabbing her blond hairsbreadth, and jerking her head back, turning her to see heather and Big Mike.

"aspect at that shit Mrs McFarland"the jumbo doorknocker taunted,"THAT is what a REAL man's shaft can do for a adult female ! A Black MAN'S COCK ! !"

Jessica stared at the erotic sight of Big Mike and broom, as she felt Shemar's tongue circling her mammilla, and B-Love's monolithic, hot total darkness hammer rubbing her bare Stanford White thigh.

"Oh ... Oh my God !"Jessica moaned.

"So Jessica,"Watkins asked again,"What is your chemical reaction to this in style growth ?"

Jessica stared at Heather and Big Mike, and listened to Tom's question.
"It's ... unbelievable !"Jessica breathed.

Watkins smiled."So, have they proven their claims of black male sexual dominance to your satisfaction ?"

"Oh ... Oh yes !"Jessica moaned, biting her lip as she stared at Big mike's massive black pecker, slamming into ling's lilliputian egg white kitty-cat again ... and again ... and again ..."I think their arguing is VERY compelling ! 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 hilltop, confused.

"well,"Shemar explained,"Heather is a immature, single womanhood and Sarah was sexually repressed. It could be argued that those girls would be easily seduced by any reasonably handsome man. Even a white one. The existent trial impression is in another variety of woman."

"Remember, we said that ANY whitened woman ... even a married white woman as wholesome, intelligent, and sophisticated as you ... is lost against the stern power of black manly sexuality !"Shemar smiled at the pretty blonde tidings anchor.

"Yesss ...."Jessica moaned.

"And there's only one way to essay that claim, isn't there MRS. McFarland ?"B-Love added.

Jessica panted, her full moon white boob heaving obscenely.

The two enormous black knocker laid Jessica back in the big leather chair, spreading her long white legs wide-eyed. Her full, milky ovalbumin breasts heaved from her lumbering breathing, her knock nipples were unwavering from excitement and aid. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the studio camera ... she looked straight into it. As if in a trance, she once again adopted the cool behavior of a newsworthiness anchor.

'' This is Jessica McFarland for KNEN's"The Whole truth ”. Tonight, my interview with the rap group"blackamoor phallus"will conclude with a special report on the intimate supremacy of the calamitous Male."Black person Phallus"claims that black cock is the pinnacle of the phylogeny of male sexuality. White woman all over the world are defenseless against the power of their hidden lust for a large, stiff, fateful rooster. Even the most have it away Edward Douglas White Jr. wedding is powerless against the specialty of a dominant black Male ! inkiness Phallus has offered to demonstrate this theory in the studio today, with my help, and I have agreed. I mean ... how could I not ? barely look at them ... and their cocks ... they're ... magnificent ! I think we 're just about cook to put this possibility to the final test !"

'' And how do you plan on doing this Jessica '' Tom Watkins smiled wickedly."How far will you go with these black men, to prove or confute their claim ?"Watkins pressed.

"As far as I have to go, to uncover ‘ The whole Sojourner Truth'Tom !"Jessica replied, again invoking the appearance's deed of conveyance as she lovingly stroked and stared at Shemar 's large blackness dick.

"And how exactly will this run be performed, Jessica ?"Tom Watkins asked earnestly, knowing the answer already.

"Well Tom,"Jessica sighed breathlessly,"It is the mathematical group's intention to shew the power and sexual domination of a big shameful peter by causing me to stag wedding vows, and my bonk hubby ... LIVE in the studio ! ''

Jessica was starting to giggle and prove hard to muffle it as she her continued her 'report'.

'' They will accomplish this job by using THESE BEAUTIFUL Shirley Temple COCKS, '' Jessica hefted B-Love 's enormous cock, which she still stroked in her hand, `` to fucking my married, white cunt ! These big pitch-dark scantling have to do it me HERE, tonight, LIVE in the studio on subject television ! ''

"Really ?"Watkins gasped, feigning surprise,"are you sure that that's absolutely essential ?"

Jessica regained her composure and furrowed her brow, adopting a mock-serious step.

"Yes !"Jessica stated emphatically, staring at the massive Negroid hammer jutting out inch away from her prone white eubstance."I have to see this tryout through to its conclusion ! ``

"But why ?"Watkins pressed, torturing the desperately horny anchorwoman.

Jessica tried to explicate calmly as she ogled the giant bleak studhorse around her, one of whom was getting his enormous manhood sucked by the somewhat young make-up assistant."It's my responsibility as a reporter ! It's the solely way we can bring out the unit true statement for the viewers at home ! It's the only way to prove their claims are true."Jessica paused before suddenly adding,"... or simulated !"

Jessica looked into the photographic camera and continued `` Again, this is an KNEN scoop ... so continue tune !"Jessica 's giddy lust finally overwhelmed her and she started laughing, almost hysterically, and added"... and that means YOU Billy !"as she mocked her hubby over the airwaves.

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nightstick McFarland watched in the fleeceable room, barely recovered from his earlier horrifying assault.
Just a promotional material stunt ... just a publicity stunt ... just a publicity stunt ...

The tidings mocked him now.

Tears streamed down his face.

His wife's new words echoed in his headland as he stared at her beautiful, defame look on his goggle box screen.

"These big black stud poker have to jazz me Here, tonight, LIVE in the studio on home television system ! ``

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"Jessica, this is all very unbelievable !"Watkins stifled laughter,"How do you feel about this ? Are you skittish ?"

"Well Tom, I am a slight nervous, but a more accurate Logos might be ..."Jessica smiled, looking up at the two enormous melanize men flanking her ... huge cocks swaying gently over her glowing clean soundbox."... anxious."

"I see,"Watkins grinned,"and what do you cerebrate the witness at home base will consider about your ‘ ultimate test'of Black penis's call ?"

Jessica dropped a small ovalbumin hand to her mole and rubbed her pussy in clip with their apoplexy ...
"I think the viewing audience at home should find this educational and very ... exciting ! I know I will ! Heather and Sarah seem to savour it ! I'm for sure I will too !"

"Jessica,"Watkins teased,"It sounds to me like you want them to do this ! ... not just for a examination of their claims, but because you DESIRE to be fucked by these three knock-down Shirley Temple men !"

"I do !"Jessica whimpered, blushing. She gently bit her lower lip as she watched B-Love and Shemar stroking their heavyweight black putz. She matched the sentence of their strokes with the manus rubbing her groin."I really do want them to do it ! I want them to testify it ! I want to help them turn up their title are dependable !"she whimpered."I WANT THEM TO nookie MEEEE ! ! !"

Jessica shuddered as she reached another climax. B-Love and Shemar moved in finisher, watching the sexy young white anchorwoman arch her rachis and clutches her soaking lace step-in. Her white skin glowed in contrast with her black garter-belt and dark nylon stockings. Both men took lieu by the lovely blonde wife's stocking-clad legs.

"fountainhead,"Watkins laughed,"It sounds as if they've already proved their claim ! The fact that you're not only leave to let Black person Phallus fuck you on live television, but that you actually WANT them to have it away you, proves that their call are correct !"

Jessica's eyes opened weakly after her sexual climax ... She smiled up at her black buff ..."I think your redress Tom. I think they've proven the sexual supremacy of black male person beyond any apparition of a doubt !"

Watkins smiled,"well Jessica, you know what this means ? If they've proven their title to be on-key, then you don't actually birth to go through with this now ! You don't have to cheat on your husband on national television system ! You can block up now !"

"No ..."Jessica giggled, staring at the enormous blackamoor cock inch away from her,"I still have to let them fuck me !"

"Why ?"Watkins asked."They've proven their title is lawful, harbour't they ?"

"Yes they have,"Jessica smiled,"but they won't be fucking me to prove their claim is true ... they'll be fucking me because they want to ! And I have to let them ... because they've proven that their ranking black Male and can bonk me whenever they want ... and I want ... no ... I NEED to please them !"

B-Love and Shemar nodded approvingly at Jessica. She was completely and totally under the power of their enhanced black cocks and pheromones. Thank you Solomon King and XSerum !

"So you don't want to change your mind ?"Watkins asked,"You don't want to put a stay to all this ... not cheat on your hubby on subject idiot box ?"

As if in response, Jessica grinned and lifted her perfect blank ass off the seat of the electric chair, allowing a Shemar's huge black hands to pull the lacy total darkness panty over her wide-cut, childbearing hips. In an incredibly sexy feat of stunt flying, she then bent her organic structure at a sixty-degree angle, pointing her long, shapely whiten legs straight up in the air ! B-Love grabbed her ankle joint in one enormous black hand, holding her ramification together while his other hand tugged her black panties up, revealing her dripping blonde pussy, over her snow-white white thighs, stocking-clad calves, and off her physical structure altogether !

"Why ... why on earth ... would I want to stop ... this ?"Jessica whispered.

Jessica lowered her leg, spreading them wide as she did so, allowing B-Love to take spatial relation between her thigh. Jessica stared at B-Love's monstrous Black dick as its dark purple head oozing a thick pearly pre-cum mere inches away from her hungry blonde pussy. She could smell his cum ... its sexual world power was so palpable. It made her ruttish ... more desperate for his cock.

"You want this big nigga cock to bed you ?"B-Love asked Mrs Jessica McFarland.

"Yes ! Oh GOD Yes !"Jessica whimpered dramatically. She bucked her hips gently ... trying to get tight to B-Love's cock as he hovered in from her pussy.

"O.K. then."B-Love grabbed his pants off the frame's arm and pulled something from the pocket. He handed the target to Jessica. It was a pair of heavy-duty wire cutters."Take you weddin'closed chain off."

The unhurt studio watched, even Big Mike and the make-up daughter who was still hungrily sucking his wooden-headed black cock, as Jessica slipped her smart gold nuptials striation from her finger.

Knowing exactly what B-Love wanted, Jessica carefully held the ring in one hand and the wire-cutters in the other, placing the ring between its blades. She started to force the cutter's handles.

"bent ON babe ... Not yet !"B-Love stopped her."showtime you got ta say the words !"

"language ?"Jessica furrowed her brow. She was so horny ... so heroic for that big black cock that teased her ... so close to her pussy."What Book ?"

"It's a little ceremonial I like to perform with all the conjoin women I fuck."B-Love smiled.

Jessica felt strangely honored.

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baton shook his head in unbelief and jolt. What the hell had gotten into her ? How could she do this to him ? To their wedding ? Whatever was going through her nous now, she surely couldn't abandon her love or friendship of the man she'd been married to for a class ...

He continued to look out with tear-filled eyes as his wife recited some sickening, farcical voice communication for the black love child who were going to have it off her.

Just a publicity stunt ... just a promotion stunt ... just a promotion stunt ...

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"Mrs. Jessica McFarland."B-Love bellowed ceremoniously,"Do you want me to have it off you with this big bleak peter ?"

"I Dooooo !"Jessica groaned.

"Then repeat after me,"B-Love commanded,"I now forsake ..."

"I now forsake ..."Jessica repeated excitedly.

"the man I wed ..."

"the ... man ... I wed ..."Jessica felt awkward calling Billy a man, after seeing these cocks compared to his footling babydick.

"To ask black men into my bed !"

"to take a black men into my ..."Jessica giggled, grabbing her pussy gracelessly as she said the last discussion"... 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 ignominious man's whore !"

"I'd rather be a BLACK MAN's whore !"Jessica emphasized the most important words.

"Now cut the ring now Jessica, and you may then attach it to my necklace."

Jessica shivered. It was finally going to happen ! She held her hands up richly so that everybody could see the ring and the snip in her men. The tv camera moved in, getting a snapshot of her face, and her paw holding the snips and the anchor ring. A naughty thought crossed the sexy Cy Young anchorwoman's psyche and she smiled wickedly, looking into the camera.

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billy club watched the filmdom as Jessica turned her big gamey eye to the photographic camera ... to the audience ... to him. She smiled wickedly. He could see the ring he'd given her as a sign of his lovemaking held tightly between a yoke of shrewd vane.

"Billy McFarland ! ”, Jessica announced

"Your stupid doughnut ... I now shed ..."Jessica grinned wickedly, barely suppressing laughter as she said the finally line."... I WANT THESE BIG Negroid COCKS INSTEAD !"

*PLINK* the bright cold band was severed, along with the McFarland marriage.

Billy vomited on the trading floor.

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The studio erupted in cheers and laughter. B-Love took Jessica's trembling snowy bridge player, holding the broken ring, and guided it to his necklace. Jessica's hand fumbled for a here and now, shaking from turmoil as she slid the broken in circle into its new dwelling house, next to Sarah's beautiful antique engagement ring. Once a symbolization of Jessica's love and fidelity for her flannel hubby, the gold band now formed just another link in the strand of B-Love's symbolic representation of black great power and sexual dominance. Then, taking Jessica's tiny Andrew D. White left manus in his big black hands, he raised them to his midst black sassing and kissed her now au naturel ring finger. Then, slowly, he pushed her tiny white hands down over his nigrify body ... over his big black pectoralis, over his rippling black ab sinew, and resting on his thick-skulled black prick.

"Now Mrs McFarland,"B-Love growled,"proceeds that big jigaboo cock, and point it up to yo'pussy !"

Jessica McFarland smiled. The camera caught her every move as her flyspeck white hands circled, or tried to circle, B-Love's monumental black humanity. She stretched her arms out to reach the cock as best she could ... her lithesome gabardine arms squeezed her heaving white breasts together, accentuating the two snow-white hillock of feminine lulu as she pulled his hammer closer and closer to her unprotected, fertile, married Edward D. White pussy.

Jessica looked over her beautiful, glowing White trunk ... her milky White River breasts, her matt white breadbasket, her white thighs, and her pallid blonde agglomerate ... She'd never really appreciated her own body's ravisher until that instant, but it was nothing compared the peach B-Love's physical structure ... his panoptic, soot black shoulders ... his massive, granite pectorals ... his rippling, onyx abs ... his grotesque twelve-inch coal-black rooster ... its bulbous black-purple apple-sized head waiting to obtrude upon her diminutive blond pussy !

Jessica pulled B-Love's cock closer, B-Love stepped forward bit-by-bit, letting Jessica lead the way. If she wanted his cock, he was going to do her bring him closer. He stopped stepping forward when his cockhead was one inch away from her precious white body. She gave one last little tug, and he leaned forward, very slightly, letting the precum-slick tip of his cock barely graze her pink slit back talk. It had the desired effect.

B-Love's turncock head had barely touched Jessica's kitty-cat but it was enough to send her flying over the border.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHGGGNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE ! ! !"Jessica shrieked, bucking wildly as her organic structure was racked by another incredible orgasm.

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Jessica's screech of joy were matched with those of broom the make-up young lady, whose articulation could be heard in the backcloth.

"screw ME ! !"Heather's voice screamed,"YESSS ! ! FUCK ME ! ! HARDER ! ! YESS ! ! SO BIG ! ! ! FUCK ME ... FUCK ... .MEEEE ! !"

"Now Jessica,"Watkins resumed his ‘ interview ’, inspired by heather's outburst,"Let me ask you about protective cover. You must take in that black men's sexual power isn't limited to attitude, muscleman, and cock size. inkiness men are also very virile ... POTENT if you will. If you have unprotected sex with these men, chances are you'll winde up pregnant. That seems not to bear been a concern for Calluna vulgaris or Sarah earlier this evening. Is that going to be a headache for you, as a professional fair sex ? Are you ready for fry ? Are you taking any contour of birth ascendancy ?"

Jessica breathed heavily. She was still recovering from the mind-blowing climax she'd had ... just because B-Love had touched her pussy with his cock ! Her grip on B-Love's cock had loosened, and he'd pulled away slightly, so that his cock no longer touched her pussy. Now that her head began to realise, Jessica thought about the branching of unprotected sex with these men ... Indeed ... their size, their masculinity ... everything seemed to indicate that these men were very virile. If they fucked her, unprotected, she'd almost certainly wind up pregnant. As much as she wanted sex with these men ... she wasn't sure about having to raise nipper. Jessica looked at B-Love's cock, she still held it in one of her trembling whiten handwriting. 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 safety ! She had to make them where condoms ! She opened her sassing to utter but her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely organise a coherent sentence.

"A condom ..."Jessica gasped"I can't ... we need ... you have to wear ..."

"Of course I will, baby"Shemar smiled, gently stroking the slope of Jessica's face. She smiled weakly. Then she saw B-Love ... his face wasn't nearly as friendly.

"Bitch, I ain't wearing no safe !"B-Love bellowed.

"But ... please ... you can't ... we can't ... oooOOOOHHH OH ! ! !"Jessica whimpered in protestation, then squealed in delight as B-Love suddenly lurched forward and sank 4 inch of his bare dark cock into her unprotected pussy !

"You want this nigga prick beef ?"B-Love demanded.

Jessica McFarland was too busy writhing and squirming and moaning to answer, her mind was reeling. Any vexation over gestation vanished as she felt the tight, hungry pink figure of her pussy stretched to oblige the tough, hot girth of B-Love's ebony rotating shaft. She'd never felt anything as incredible as that dick inside her pussy. It was electric ! Her pussy felt so full, yet there was another 7 or 8 column inch of hammer left to go !

"DO YOU ! ? !"B-Love shouted again, this time shoving 3 more inch of his cock into Jessica's pussy.

"UGGNGNGNHHH-HUH ! ! !"Jessica moaned loudly, biting her grim lip and arching her back ... her wide Edward D. White bosom rising in the air ... pink nipples proudly erect."PLEEAAASE ! ! !"She could palpate that she was a split second away from the most earth-shattering coming of her whole life.

But then, with a sickening wet pop, B-Love suddenly pulled out of Jessica's pussy completely !

"NO ! ! !"Jessica cried in protest. She suddenly felt alone ... so empty ... and longed to be full again. She would do anything ... ANYTHING to get that feeling back again.

"bitch I AKKSED YOU A query !"B-Love shouted angrily"DO YOU require TO BE FUCKED WITH THIS BIG nigga putz ?"

"YES !"Jessica cried, teardrop of joy began to trickle down her cheeks.

"If you want this cock,"B-Love said, slapping his wet manhood against Jessica's flat white belly,
"I"- *SLAP* -"AIN'T"- *SLAP* -"WEARING"- *SLAP* -"NO"- *SLAP* -"roll in the hay"-*SLAP* -"prophylactic ! !"

Jessica looked over her body, staring at B-Love's massive nigrify cock. A thick, pearly white precum was oozing steadily from the tip. His punishing black orb rubbed her pussy lips, and as his cock slapped her belly, the tip almost reached her heaving white breasts. God it was tremendous ! She thought of how DEEP that cock could infiltrate her unprotected uterus ... and how very much cum filled those monolithic Black balls ... how hot, dense, and potent that seed must be ... how good it would feel inside her rich Elwyn Brooks White uterus. Somehow, the estimate of a safe coming between her and that beautiful disastrous cock suddenly seemed abhorrent to her.

"No ... don't ... stop ... Please don't hitch !"Jessica whimpered, her lid fluttering ... her aristocratical oculus still locked on B-Love's monumental calamitous pecker. She started babbling desperately ..."I'll do it ... anything ... you can ... no ... no condom !"

"Damn straight bitch !"B-Love laughed cruelly. He moved forward again, rubbing his cock tip along Jessica's cunt lips, resuming his teasing motion.

"Well shit baby,"Shemar said, rubbing his own giant cock on Jessica's pouting pink mouth,"Is that carnival to me ? If B-Love ain't wearing no safety, there ain't no power point in me wearing one !"

"Oh ... No ..."Jessica cooed gently, kissing Shemar's chocolate-brown humanness,"no of course not ! Honey ... I wouldn't dream of making you wear a rubber ! I wouldn't want to wee any black man to wear a rubber to make love me. I don't want anything to come between these beautiful blacken cock 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 purpose of detached news mainstay."Jessica, are you trusted you're well-heeled letting these filthy black gangsta knocker fuck you, unprotected, on national television ? You realize your marriage ... your life history ... nothing about your life 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 twat with the other."In the end ... those thing just can't compete with the tycoon of these magnificent Joseph Black men !"

"There's no going back after tonight."Watkins smiled.

"No Tom, there isn't !"Jessica smiled wickedly,"But like they say ... once you go black, you NEVER go back ! That is the WHOLE TRUTH !"

"HELL no, bitch !"B-Love bellowed, looking into the camera,"THIS is the whole Truth !"

With that statement, the giant black rapper ceremoniously shoved all dozen in of his rock-hard pitch blackness hammer oceanic abyss into Jessica's pinko kitty, with one fast, herculean thrust !

Jessica McFarland's shrieking of pleasure and pain in the ass pierced every hallway on that flooring of the KNEN building, and the speakers of trillion of goggle box across America. The cameras captured every moment of Jessica's ravishing at the handwriting of the relentless gangsta knocker B-Love. The thug's muscular ass pumped crazily between Jessica's disperse blanched second joint as the length of his giant blackamoor cock hammered into her unprotected ashen pussy.

Jessica's body was so completely racked with delight, she couldn't even take shape a coherent thought process, let unique words or sentences. A series of high-pitched squeals, guttural-growls, and low moan erupted from her perfect little mouth as a moving ridge of orgasms crashed over her consistency. She felt as if every thrust of B-Love's tool sent her into one orgasm after another ... each one building on the lowest. Her blue eyes rolled back and Forth River in her head teacher, as her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She could experience the heaviness ... the length of B-Love's rock-hard, searing-hot cock penetrating deeper than any man ever had ... particularly her husband ... whatever his name was. She was certainly she could palpate the tip of B-Love's cock hitting her cervix uteri ... no doubt leaving track of that sticky, thick, precum that she'd seen oozing from his hammer when he'd been teasing her earlier. She could also finger the B-Love's balls, heavy with spermatozoon, slapping relentlessly against her twat as his prick conquered the depth of her fertile white womb !

Watkins stared at the glorious site from his desk. Jessica McFarland, the laud video-jockey turned anchorwoman ... beautiful blond master ... being thoroughly fucked by a massive Shirley Temple cock ... on live television. The cameras captured every second of it ... for broadcast ... for the internet ... and for the logical argument of home videos of the outcome which E & I would no doubt be making available for a handsome profit. As a bonus, nearby, the aphrodisiac little make-up miss was also being taught the power and joy of a black prick.

"So Jessica"Watkins asked, as if the woman in the studio wasn't being fucked senseless and would be able to give him an intelligible answer,"what are your thoughts on Black sex now ?"

"OH ... GOD ! !"Jessica screamed"It's INCREDIBLE ! ! SO BIG ... SO DEEP ... SO ... OOH ... OOOOH ... OH ! ! ! UANNHGGHGGHGH ! ! !"Jessica's words were lost in another bust of moaning, screaming, and squealing.

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A different squeal echoed through the parking garage at KNEN as Becky davenport slammed down on the brake as she pulled her female parent's car into a park space. The guard at the studio's parking service department gate had waved her in. He directed her to a specific horizontal surface and entering. Apparently, mortal had told the guard duty to carry her, and left teaching.

Becky sat in the car, and looked out around the parking garage."What the hell am I doing here ?"Becky whispered to herself. Now that she had been away from the sexually expressed range of a function, her materialistic religious values had begun to complain in again. She'd been watching mixed smut in the guise of medicine videos, talking sex talk with unknown men and her own sister over the phone, masturbated while doing both, and now had stolen her mom's car to come to a studio apartment and do what ? Give her precious virginity to a stranger because he was a ‘ big powerful melanise man'and her sister told her it was redress to do this ? This was crazy ! Even if she HAD seen her sister getting fucked by those black men… and her mother actually becoming aroused at the sight of those events 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 midget white hired man, while her mind reeled in turmoil. Her deep note value about chastity and wedding were clouded with the memory of her sis's voice moaning on the earphone, the images she'd seen on the screen… the man that had spoken to her… who had invited her to the studio that Nox. The man that was going to have a go at it her… no…Becky corrected her self… the man who WANTED to fuck her. She still had a choice in the matter… didn't she ?

Becky's earphone rang causing the teen red-header to nearly jump out of her skin.

"hello Becky."the familiar male voice said when Becky answered the telephone set."gladiolus you could work it. Why don't you come inside ?"

"How ... how did you know I was here ?"Becky stammered nervously.

"Your sister and I told the guard at the parking lot gate to require you, and who to appear for, where to send you, and to let me know when you got here."The stud poker chimed."But I waited and waited, and I never heard the threshold guards claim in to tell me you were here. What's incorrect child ? Aren't you ready to give me your virginity ?"

Becky shivered. She nervously thumbed her innocence gang ... the symbolisation of her promise to stay on a virgin until she was married.

"No ... I really shouldn't."she said."I really should go home."

"Now Becky."The stud chided."You didn't come all this way just turn around, go home and miss all the fun did you ? All that big BLACK fun that you saw your babe having ?"

Becky stared out the car window at the bright-lit entrance to the building. There she saw a large, muscular manly physique emerge from the building's entrance. He was holding a electric cell phone to his ear.

"I'm here Becky."the scantling on her phone said."I'm waiting for you at the incoming. Can you see me ?"

"Yes ..."Becky whispered staring out the windowpane at the turgid, muscular blackened man in the entryway, a mere two hundred understructure 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 fare to me. All you have to do is get out of the car Becky. You know you want to, Becky. You know you want to feel my big black pecker late inside you ... just like your big sister Sarah. Why are you hesitating ? You've come all this way ... why stop now ?"

There was a brief chirp in Becky's ear. Her call-waiting signaled an entry call. Becky checked the identification number. It was her mother's phone.

"I'm…"Becky stammered,"I'm getting another call."

"Becky I'm getting impatient."The stud said, ignoring Becky's supplication."I'm going to go back in the building in a minute."the telephone set stud said."I'm going to notice a aphrodisiacal white girl and I'm going to fuck her with my big blackamoor rooster. I hoped that the girl I fucked tonight would be you, Becky. But if you want to go home ... well, there are plenty of sexy white girls here for me to take instead.

Becky stared out the window, at the sinister macho-man in the doorway, silently listening his proposition. The call-waiting on her phone chirped again. She ignored it.

"It's time Becky. This is your special night."The stud poker said calmly and warmly.

quivering, Becky's small White person hand reached for the door latch, and hooked a slender white finger underneath the handle ... and pulled. The DoI brightness and seatbelt bell came on the room access opened.

Becky saw her stud suddenly turn as he saw the light from her car's interior and heard the indicator bell echoing through the parking garage.

"That's my missy Becky !"the stud chimed"Now get out of the car, walkway to me, and give me your virginity."

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XIV : SARAH interview BECKY"

Back in the studio, and on national television, the sex was getting into replete vacillation. Tom Watkins was enjoying watching the beautiful blonde anchorwoman and brunette make-up girlfriend getting fucked by the blackamoor genus Phallus male child, but his cock needed some attention too. Watkins was proud to be part of this program, but the stiffening of his own cock had become unendurable.

"Oh My God !"a female person vox 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 huge inglorious cock.

The batch of the sexy, soaking wet, lingerie-clad blonde was too a lot for him to carry. His cock was about to break open. He needed to fuck immediately.

"here'S YOUR fucking DEVELOPMENT BITCH !"Watkins bellowed as stood up from behind the linchpin desk, revealing the monolithic swelling in his suit trousers before unzipping his fly and releasing his raging ten inch mordant hard on."GET THE nooky OVER HERE AND BEND OVER THIS DESK !"Watkins bellowed, grabbing the young blonde and bending her over the keystone desk, face out to the camera. He didn't bother removing any Thomas More of his own clothing. He simply took positioning behind Sarah's ass and pushed her soak wet panties aside.

"OOH YES original !"Sarah squealed happily as Watkins slammed her John L. H. Down on the anchor desk.

"commodity to have you ..."Watkins grunted as he shoved half of his massive black shaft 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 hone Edward Douglas White Jr. ass upward to meet each of Tom's rough jab. Sarah had had an announcement to make before entering the studio apartment, but with Tom's prick buried in her tight pink puss, she could no longer think what she'd wanted to say.

One of the cameras moved in towards the anchor desk to cut across the legal action. The guessing on the studio apartment monitor lizard showed the anchorperson desk, with Sarah 's diaphoresis, naked breasts pressed on the open, her round Edward Douglas White Jr. ass lifted in the air, and Watkins 's disgraceful hands gripping her diminutive waist as he thrust into her willing white body again and again. Sarah groaned and grunted with each stab, feeling Tom's Diospyros ebenum girth again stretching the rampart of her tight pink kitty-cat. She bit her lower-lip, moaning as she looked up into the camera lens ... out of the television sets in million of American animation elbow room. She did n't care about reserve anymore ... all she could feel was the incredible sensation of black cock spreading delight through her unharmed body. All she could see was her contemplation in the camera lens ... a pretty white girl getting fucked from behind by a massive melanize stud. All she could hear was the rhythmic slapping of Tom's overweight blackness balls against her lily-white thighs.

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This was the hatful that greeted Becky Davenport when she and her new ‘ friend'walked into the studio with her scantling. Never in her offspring spirit 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 Sung with explicit or suggestive lyrics. This wasn't a series of sexual mental image on a television or electronic computer screen. This wasn't a hot session of phone sex with a unknown and her sister. This was an mixed orgy LE than fifteen feet away. These were white women naked, sweating, screaming ... being fucked mercilessly big black macho-man. This was her sister… And within the next few bit ... This would be her too !

St. Thomas Watkins, the total darkness stud relentlessly fucking Sarah Davenport, suddenly heard a counseling from the director's booth in his ear-piece. He turned his aid to the nearby teleprompter that had some some new data for him to read. Watkins glanced over at the two new ‘ spectators'that had walked into the studio. It wasn't until Watkins got a sound feel at Becky that he realized there was a family line resemblance to the bucking, sweating, moaning cleaning lady bent over the newsdesk in front of him. Sarah, thrusting her irreverent Caucasian ass up and back to fulfill her master's cock thrusts, was so lost in sexual ecstasy that she hadn't noticed her baby's arrival. Watkins's new teleprompter speech was about to exchange that.

"This is an commove turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his character as anchorman as he read the teleprompter while he continued fucking Sarah Davenport's lose weight white-hot body."Tonight's investigatory news report on ‘ The Whole Truth'continues to reveal the awesome seductive allure of black males. We have seen here tonight that calamitous men are equal to of seducing and dominating an engaged virgin, a sexually experienced teenager, and a matrimonial professional person. Now you're about to fit a white teenage virgin who was viewing tonight's program in the comfort of her own home. This virgin witness was SO swept up in tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight to extract her ideas on tonight's reputation and consequence. And in an commove twist, that virgin is the younger sister of our very own Sarah Davenport. What does she think of her older babe giving up her virginity so close to her wedding day ? Let's find out !"

So focused was Becky on Tom and Sarah's bucking trunk that she was almost completely unmindful to the lecherous stares of the nearby hefty black studio work party members. Nor did Becky notice that one of the news cameras was now training on her and her melanise Friend as he guided her toward the word desk.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a second to focus on the sight of her younger sister taking a seat at the end of the mainstay desk."Becky !"she called out enthusiastically.

"Good eventide Becky and welcome !"Watkins smiled warmly at Becky as he continued fucking her sister"Now Becky, I'm informed that you've been watching tonight's program. Is this correct ?"

"I ... I ..."Becky stammered as tried to answer Tom's question, but found it difficult. She suddenly became a bit self-aware about being on camera ... especially when she was so ruttish ! She suddenly felt she had to avert her center from the fit and looked at the base. She nodded in reaction to the question.

"Hmmm,"Watkins responded."Sarah, it looks like your sister is a slight shy about being on camera, or maybe she's just a lilliputian intimidated by the medical prognosis of talking to a man who is currently fucking her sister."The studio crew laughed at that commentary."Perhaps she would be more well-off if you asked her the doubt. You might have to serve a few for her too."

"What a ... a ... AH ... UH ... UNGH ... GREAT idea !"Sarah grunted as Watkins wickedly hardened his putz knife thrust as she tried to respond to his instruction, forcing her to try and stifle her groan decent to speak clearly."Wha -- AAHH -- what should I ahhh-ask ?"

"The questions are on the prompter miss,"Watkins said."if you can scan them through the cum on your glasses."

Sarah giggled and took her glasses off. She playfully darted her pink tongue around the lense and licked the semen residue off. She grabbed the blouse that she'd left laying on the newsdesk earlier that night, and used it to dry her glasses.

"So Becky"Sarah asked looking up at the teleprompter and then her baby sister,"Had you ever see of Black phallus before tonight ?"

"Yes, of course of action ”. 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 while now."

"Do your… do OUR parents know you're hearing to total darkness member ?"Sarah asked.

Becky blushed."You know they don't !"There was a murmur of quiet fake tongue-lashing from the black crew men listening to the interview. Becky smiled.

"They wouldn't approve those sexually explicit words, would they ?"Sarah asked.

"No !"Becky said,"Definitely not !"

"So why do you go along listening to them ?"Sarah asked."You're a white virgin from a religious family. 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 euphony makes me finger ... good."

"commodity ?"Sarah asked."ripe 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 large 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 huge black peter into her sis's pretty blonde twat. Becky's eyes widened.

"That's better girl, there's those pretty blue eyes ! Such a fairly girl you are, just like your sister ! Don't be shy now. I'm a very nice man."Watkins said smoothly,"Just ask your baby here !"

There was laughter in the studio. Becky smiled, but dropped her gaze, unable to see Watkins in the eye. Her eyes met her sister's.

"What about ….your acquaintance at school day Becky ?"Sarah asked, her breathing becoming erratic."Are they interested in pitch blackness Phallus too ?"

"Some of them are, yes."Beck shivered, suddenly remembering that Lauren and some of her other friends from school would be watching this broadcast tonight. They could see her right now, on television !

As if meter reading Becky's mind, Sarah asked her adjacent head."Are your friends watching this show ? What do you think your friends would say if they saw you here tonight ? What would you say to them ? ``

"Yes…"Becky stammered, blushing. Dear Lord, what WOULD they say ?"I…I don't know."

"Would they be jealous do you think ?"Sarah asked.

"I…I guess so."Becky said, trying to change the subject."They…they'd probably be really interested in meeting Black Phallus."

"Oh…yes…"Sarah seemed to respond.

"Yes."Becky affirmed.

"OH….OH GOD YES ! !"Sarah shouted. Becky blushed, realizing that her sister was actually reacting to Tom's black cock slamming deeper into her slit."AAHHHHHHHNNGGHHH YESSSS ! ! !"Sarah moaned as Tom changed his pace while fucking her pussy.

Becky shifted awkwardly in her stern. Dropping her deal to her lap, then between her legs. Unintentionally, she began to rub her pussy from outside her puritanical jeans. Watkins watched and smiled.

"Becky, let me ask you a question."Tom interjected while Sarah was unable to continue her questions."Do you or your admirer date black guy cable ?"

"Well…. No."Becky muttered. Becky kept her eyes on her babe 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 solvent. She tried to seem up at Tom's side when she answered him, but couldn't. Tom's dark stare seemed to penetrate Becky's soul. Instead Becky looked at her bare, bucking, writhing sis. Sarah was getting more than her soul penetrated by the hulking pitch-black ‘ anchorman ’.

"OH FUCK….YES ! ! FUCK ME TOM ! ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG Negro hammer ! ! I'M CUMMING ! ! !"Sarah screamed as she climaxed. Becky blushed but found herself unable to look away from her Sister's vibration, naked white body. The virtuous redhead began rubbing herself more purposefully now, and in time with Watkins's thrusts into her sister.

Tom saw this, and the fact that Becky was watching the shag so intently. He decided to commit her a lilliputian something more to reckon at. Smiling, Tom pulled his sex-slick black prick from Sarah's puss and flipped the trousering, gasping blonde twenty-something on her back. He paused for a moment, kneading Sarah's wide-cut, firmly white breasts with his big black hired hand. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her laborious pink nipples before standing up again and spreading Sarah's long T. H. White legs. Making indisputable Becky was watching, Tom slapped his still rock-hard total darkness cock on Sarah's flat White River tummy, its length nearly reaching her belly button.

Becky's big blueish eyes lit up with obvious excitement when she saw Tom's thick, ten-inch black cock clearly for the first clock time. As the beautiful red-haired teen stared dewy-eyed at the spectacle unfolding a mere four feet away, Tom Watkins sank the full phase of the moon length of his midst, ebony rod into her baby's little blonde slit in one hefty thrust.

"AAAAAHHHGHHHH YESSS dada ! screw ME WITH YOUR BIG coon COCK ! !"Sarah screamed.




"I'm sorry Becky."Tom smiled."I couldn't quite hear your answer."Why was it that you and your friends aren't dating black boys."

"I… I…"Becky, unable to suppress a prankish smile, stared at the massive black cock slamming her sister's kitty and stammered."I… don't know !"

"Hmmm."Tom smiled. He continued thrusting into Sarah. The XSerum gave him incredible stamina. The distraction of the treatment would easily go on him from climaxing so that he could digest on his interrogative."Well, maybe tonight's report will educate them as to the benefit of dating disastrous men and encourage them to guide their own experiments. I mean, your sister just came, but I'm still fucking her. In addition to our victor sizing, black men superior stamina as well. The noblewoman in the studio tonight are experiencing this for the first time hand… ALL of the ladies in the studio apartment tonight. !"

Tom placed stress on the word"All"and stared down at Becky. His conditional relation was obvious to the young Aythya americana. 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 babe."Did you see your sister's report and become interest in doing your own research into the takings ?"

"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 telephone 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 drive so that Sarah could speak 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 recollect of the fact that your Sister, who was engaged to be married in just a few months, has given her virginity to B-Love and me ?"

Becky bit her blue lip and shrugged, lowering her eyes to the floor again and shuffling her fundament."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 head."No."

"No ?"Watkins teased and continued putting Becky on the defensive."It didn't shock you and commove you to see your Sister ravished by BLACK men… by ‘ nigger'? Is that why you don't date Shirley Temple Black male child ?"

"No !"Becky said emphatically."I'm not a racist ! I was shocked because Sarah has always been so conservative about sex and she's engaged ! I couldn't believe she'd betray Brad like that !"

"Ah, I see !"Watkins said."I guess that would be very shocking ! Seeing…UNGH… your sister… UNGH… betraying her fiance…. UNGH… and getting … UNGH… FUCKED… UNGH… by a BIG… UNGH… BLACK… UNGH… COCK ! SHOCKING !"

Watkins punctuated his statement with clock grunt and cock thrusts, emphasizing the sarcasm of Becky's statement. Becky was shocked when she saw her babe getting fucked by smuggled men on television, but now that it was happening in front of her, she couldn't helper but stare.

"So state me Becky,"Watkins asked."What do you recollect of it NOW ?"

"Now ? Now I… I just… it's…"Becky stared at Watkins stopcock thrust in and out of her honest-to-god sis's pussy, just a few ft away, Sarah's bloodless body slick with effort and practically glowing under the heat of the studio lights. Becky squirmed in her chair, rubbing herself in time with Watkins's thrusts."It's just… WOW !"

Some of the black male crewmembers in the studio laughed.

"Wow !"Watkins laughed."And did your spiritual parents, who don't know you listen to a foul black rap group like ‘ Shirley Temple Black member'know that you were watching this program tonight ?"

Becky hesitated, not wanting to relive the awkward consequence 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 inquiry."Mom caught her observance and sent her to her room."

"Really ?"Watkins laughed."So what is she doing here now ?"

"I snuck out."Becky said quietly, like a gamey schoolgirl.

"Becky Davenport !"Watkins feigned disapproval,"You snuck out of the house to hail down here ? Now why would you do that if you were afraid to make out down in the first seat ?"

"Sarah… and her friend ..."Becky smiled.

"Who is this booster ?"Watkins asked, knowing full well whom Becky meant.

"Sarah's friend ... and mine."Becky smiled, looking back at her black speech sound friend. He was so openhanded. All the black men in the studio seemed so handsome… no… not just handsome… sexy."Sarah introduced us on the telephone set tonight. He's a protection guard here at the studio. They've been trying all Night to get me to descend to the studio !"

"Really ?"Watkins said, still fucking Sarah."And why did they have to work so hard to convince you to fall down, Becky ? Didn't you want to come in and party with inkiness 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 pack,"This promise doughnut is a symbolisation of a vow I made to God and my parents that I would never to receive sex before marriage."

"But Becky,"Watkins grinned wickedly,"why would that stop you from coming here tonight and meeting Black Phallus ?"

"Because ..."Becky explained while nervously fidgeting with her promise band."I was afraid if I came here tonight ... I would be tempted break my vow of pre-marital chastity."

"I understand."Watkins said, still roughly fucking Becky's baby."Have you ever been tempted to break in 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 prediction. Still, she couldn't quite say the words she needed to say ... the words that Watkins, Sarah, and every black studio crewmember were waiting for her to say.

Watkins drew the full length of his huge inkiness cock out of Sarah's twat for dramatic effect, then shoving it back in, causing Sarah to groan 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 beguiling than other guys you've hung out with ?"

Becky's wide heart fell to the huge stopcock hammering her sister."You've shown tonight that no woman can withstand black men. Jessica McFarland ... that physical composition girl ... my sister ! I see them all in here now ..."Becky grew Thomas More and more commove as she talked."Sarah told me about ... how ... powerful you were ... and ... bigger ... and I saw .... I SEE tonight ... it's rightful. It's all true."

"But Becky,"Watkins asked."if you knew that black dick would stimulate you yield to intimate temptation, why would you come here tonight ?"

Hearing Tom's direct doubt and staring at his big total darkness cock is it penetrated her Sister again and again, Becky felt suddenly emboldened, like a great weight had been lifted from her articulatio humeri. Everything fell into view. Her jumpiness was gone.

"Tell us Becky !"Tom commanded, moving in for ‘ the kill ’."Tell us just exactly WHY you came to the studio tonight ?"

"I came here…"Becky said boldly,"I came here tonight… to suffer my virginity to a black man !"

Becky slipped the hope ring from her finger and slammed it emphatically on the anchor desk.

A twelve black faces grinned in the studio apartment. There was applause.

"Incredible ! Are you sure about this Becky ?"

"Absolutely ! I'm giving into the temptation !"Becky cried, relieved by her admission. She stood up from her chair and began tugging frantically at the clitoris of her blue jean, shimming her rosehip and letting the tight blue denim pool around her ankles. The fairly red-haired stripling now stood in her pantie and fitted white tee. The total darkness studs in the bunch whistled at her as she released her long red hairsbreadth from its girlish pony fag end and shake it free.

"But why Becky ?"Watkins asked,"Why, after waiting so long, are you so dying to lose your virginity tonight ?"

Becky grinned. The parole of her Sister, her speech sound supporter, and the Black Phallus rappers now flowed through her judgment."I listened to the arguments tonight Mr. Watkins. I saw the videos and the unbelievable core ignominious men have on blank fair sex ! Thanks to your program I know the truth now ! The unit Sojourner Truth ! Black Phallus is the right way ! I see that now and I want the balance of America to see it too !"

She felt giddy. She started grinning and giggling. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed the camera trained on her face. She turned and looked directly into it. She reached over to her black phone booster and grabbed one of his big pitch blackness hands in both of her tiny livid single, inviting him closer.

The burly black security guard walked up to Becky, sneering arrogantly into the tv camera. His hefty fatal hands grabbed hold of Becky's fitted tee, wrenching the slight cotton plant fabric between his meaty finger, then pulling, tearing it open and off Becky's lithe white body.

"Oh my God !"Becky laughed and looked into the photographic camera, now wearing only her footling white tennis shoes, her bra and scanty, the tattered remains of her tee shirt."It's finally going to bechance ! Do you hear that America ? Do you hear that mom ? Do you hear that dad ? I snuck out of the house and I came down to the studio to lose my virginity to a big Shirley Temple man ! THIS big black man !"

"YES ! YES !"Sarah squealed in delight at both the cock plowing her kitty and her Sister's announcement.

"This is an exciting turn of events !"Watkins beamed, enjoying his function as anchor."Tonight's investigatory news report on ‘ The Whole trueness'continues to discover the awing seductive allurement of smuggled Male. We have seen here tonight that black men are equal to of seducing and dominating an take virgin, a sexually experienced stripling, and a married pro. Now we've met a teenaged virgin who was viewing this night's political platform in the comfort of her own house. This Virgo the Virgin looker, the sister of our very own Sarah davenport, was so convince and aroused by tonight's broadcast that she has driven herself to the studio tonight for the express intention of giving her virginity to a black man that she met just hours ago over the phone ! Further, wants to this publicly on live tv set. KNEN is proud to again make broadcasting history by being the kickoff news program to ever to air the last deflowering of a pin-up lily-white virgin by a black male !"

Watkins suddenly fell mum and held a digit to his earphone. Again, he was receiving some word from the director's booth.

"Tell me Becky,"Watkins asked the half-naked Virgo teen,"you said your mother caught you watching tonight's broadcast. How exactly did she react ?"

"She was pissed !"Becky said giggling,"she sent me to my room ! But you know what ? When I snuck out I saw her in the life room. She was still staring at the screen and rubbing her pussy !"

"Awesome !"Sarah cried.

"Really ?"Watkins asked."That's very interest. Because it just so happens that I have been told that your mother and Father-God are in the building now !"

"What ?"Becky said."What are they doing here ?"

"They came here to try and stop their daughter from fucking a Shirley Temple he-man on subject goggle box. It's not enlighten whether or not they know you're here in the studio apartment with us. We've sent them to a waiting room backstage where they can't bother us for now. We can see them now, thanks to a hidden camera in that room."

Watkins nodded to a Monitor that showed a tear cover of the half naked Beck and the grooming 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 curvy frame."

"Well,"Watkins smiled."I see where you girls got your soundly looking at !"

"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 rightfield now."

"Good !"Becky huffed.

"Why honest ?"Tom teased."Don't you want your parents to sleep with the true statement ? Are you ashamed of giving your virginity to a inkiness 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 lay off me ! They've always insisted that my virginity is SO important, and the marriage is a consecrated union that should never be sullied by pre-marital sex or criminal conversation. I don't want them to intervene !"

"That's the spirit baby doll !"her big black ‘ acquaintance'smiled.

"If they think they're going to stop me from doing this tonight,"Becky said brazenly,"I'd like to see them try !"

"What a splendid idea !"Watkins exclaimed."Let's see if they can do it !"

"What ?"Becky said.

"While we all appreciate your ebullience,"Watkins explained"I think we have an opportunity for an occupy journalistic investigating. We've seen that a fiancee, a wife, a sexually participating Young cleaning woman, and a virgin are all willing to impart themselves to blackamoor men. What will pass to parents that are confronted with the idea that their daughters will service only disastrous men ? What happens when we put the power of disastrous cock in organize competition with the note value instilled an enforced by a girl's parents ? Will these loving parents be able-bodied to forestall their virgin daughter from giving herself to a black stud poker ? Or will she actually let this grievous Negroid cock deflower her while her parents watch over ?"

"Oh my GOD !"Becky, half-crazed with lust and angry with her parents for years of insufferable primness, grinned at the depraved musical theme."That sounds like fun !"

"Good girl."Watkins said,"madam and gentlemen, what we're going to do now is send Becky backstage and then mobilize her and Sarah's parents to the studio. 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 untested girl risks the same lot. This way, they will love exactly what will go on if they fail to win over you to hold open your virginity !"

Watkins turned to the security department guard that brought Becky into the studio,"You two go backstage while we bring the davenport's into the studio apartment. Just make sure you stay a Virgin until we bring you back out here baby !"

"Oh…. okay."Becky pouted as her new champion led her out of the studio.

"Oh,"Watkins said, grabbing Becky's ‘ Promise mob'from the desk and tossing it to the guard,"and make certain she's wearing this when she comes out !"

"Now, why don't we welcome our new Edgar Guest !"Watkins nodded at two nigrify security measure safeguard.


"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART XV : FAMILY FUN"

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Karen Davenport sat on the couch in the dressing elbow room, wringing her hands apprehensively while her husband dog paced back and Forth River like a caged animal. The distressed white married woman and mother felt affluent with anxiety. Karen took a feeding bottle of water out of the medical dressing room refrigerator and downed it quickly, then started a second one. Watching her husband pace furiously back and forth, the consequence of the evening played over and over in Karen's troubled mind.

After catching her unseasoned daughter Becky masturbating while watching adult music videos on television, Karenic had seen that her oldest daughter Sarah appeared to star in that video ! Worse than that, Karenic had witnessed explicitly footage of Sarah betraying her religious beliefs and fiancé and giving her virginity to some anon. Negroid doorknocker ! Now Becky had snuck out of the house, and Karen was afraid she'd seminal fluid to the tv set studio to conjoin her Sister in the putrefaction. But there was another issue troubling Karen, one that she desperately wanted to refuse. While watching her girl debase herself with blacken men, one after the other, Karen Davenport had become deeply energize and she couldn't understand why ! Every time value she had held dear for the last twenty-odd days told Karen it was wrongfulness, 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 untried daughter for doing. Worse still, Karen's disgusting behavior had distracted her and been the intellect Becky had been able to steal her Florida key and slip out of the house, probably after seeing Karen masturbating ! Karen fought back tear as her idea reeled with self-loathing and confusion. She was so ashamed by her actions. How would she be able-bodied to bet her daughter in the eye again ? How could she tell her hubby all of this ?

Still overheated and overwrought, Karen finished her second feeding bottle of water, and started a thirdly. Karen had no idea that the water was laced with Xcite and ecstasy and would only raise the shameful tactual sensation she'd been suppressing.

Frank Davenport was angered about what had been happening to his onetime daughter that night. His wife had told him what she'd seen… Sarah being ravished by some ruthless black strong-armer on live tv. Worse, Karenic 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 get together her sister. Frank picked Karen up at the home and together they rushed to the KNEN studio as quickly as they could, storming into the building and demanding to see Sarah. The security department sentry go escorted the span to a waiting way, locking them inside. Frank was livid, but thought that Karenic seemed shell-shocked by the unit ordeal. Their exclusive comfort up until this breaker point was that they had seen no signal of Becky since arriving at the studio. Perhaps they'd arrived in time to foreclose her from joining her sister's putrefaction after all.

The two concerned parents both looked up at the door when they heard it unlock. A certificate safety device stuck his pass into the room.

"Mr. and Mrs. davenport, you're wanted in the studio."The guard said.

"It's no use pretending to be polite,"davenport puffed,"I know what you perverts have been doing to Sarah ! My wife told me what she saw on television system. We're here to stop 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 willing participant in tonight's events."The safeguard said,"Please, come with me."

The sentry duty opened the door wide, inviting the Davenports to ill-use out of the room.

"Ah finally ! Now we'll get to the bottom of this ! come along Karen !"davenport said, taking his wife's hand and leading her to the door.

Karenic hesitated for a moment, shivering at the intellection of confronting Sarah after seeing her on television receiver with all those black men. Karen began to question why she'd insisted on coming to the studio ? What on solid ground had she been thinking ? After Becky snuck out, Karen called hot dog immediately and told him that Becky was in danger. Karen could let told him where she thought Becky was going, and to intercept her. Instead, Karenic insisted that Frank come plectron her up first so that she could explain to him what was happening while he drove to the studio. That's what she'd told Frank ... that's what she'd told herself ... but was that really the reasonableness ? Karen remembered how aroused she had become watching her daughter ravished by pitch-dark men on television ... the foreplay she had not dared quotation to her husband. Karen began to revere that she subconsciously had another motif ... a scandalous, darker motive.

"Frank,"Karen whispered,"I don't think I should go. What I saw those men doing to Sarah… I don't think I could bear watching it … I mean… seeing it… in person."

"Don't be absurd darling !"davenport said,"Even those tough would not be so brazen as to keep molesting our daughter while her own parents were in the studio. Besides, I need your support !"

"Frank…"Karenic whispered, still hesitating."Seriously, I think I should just stay here in the wait way. I don't think you understand what could…"

"No Karen !"Davenport whispered back, interrupting his wife."I'm afraid of what will happen to you if I leave you alone in this room with these nig… these THUGS roaming the halls !"

"I can only imagine."Karen sighed, looking briefly up at the security system safeguard.

"It probably would be for the best if you accompanied me and your married man, ma'am."The security safeguard said, smiling knowingly at Karenic. She shuddered. Karen felt like he was stripping her with his eyes.

"I guess you're right."Karen said to her husband.

"Good."The security department sentry go grinned,"Let's go then."

He led the two parents to the studio doors, and opened them wide. Davenport went in first… his married woman 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 guard quizzically. Before she could ask him what his remark meant, she heard her married man cry out from inside the studio.

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frank foolishly thought that it was all over. He assumed that his comer had put an end to the ‘ evil'being perpetrated against his honest-to-goodness daughter. He assumed that since he and Karenic had been summoned to the studio that the ‘ depravity'had ended, and that his daughter was no foresighted being accosted by toughie, and would be dressed and ready to be ‘ rescued'by her parents.

Alas, he was wrong.

"OH dear GOD ! SARAH ! ! NO ! !"Frank Davenport cried out when he saw the aspect on the news program desk.

There, on the newsworthiness desk, a naked white woman, on all fours, covered in sweat and semen being mercilessly ravished by some blackamoor hood in a dress shirt and tie. The scene would have been disgusting enough if frank Davenport hadn't barely recognized this bucking, sweating slut as his oldest daughter Sarah. His darling girl had been engaged just a day earlier… she'd saved herself for matrimony. And now… now… How could they do this ? How could they carry on like this right in front of him ?

Frank's rage got the intimately of him. He attempted to rush the degree, but found himself restrained by two mesomorphic contraband security department guards."YOU ANIMALS ! YOU DIRTY fauna !"

"Don't do nuthin'pillock whiteboy !"said one of the safety,"You just delay poise and you can say what you want to say, but you ain't touching nobody. Got it ?"

Davenport felt helpless side by side to the vast black surety guards, but wisely stifled his rage and regained his calm. He consoled himself with the fact that Becky didn't seem to be there, witnessing Sarah's abjection. Suddenly, Frank remembered Karen… he turned to see his Karen in the studio apartment doorway, staring at him with a smell of disappointment in her oculus as she entered the studio.

davenport quickly tried to shield his sexy middle aged red-haired wife from the ken."love, I don't want you to see this putrefaction !"davenport said, trying to labour 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 have left me at place !"Karen pushed past her husband and suddenly stopped dead in her rail at the sight of her older girl Sarah, bent over the news anchor desk. Karen dropped her void water bottleful to the trading floor. It rolled out of the studio apartment just before the security department sentry duty closed the room access with a harsh metal *SLAM*.

Both of Sarah's parents just stared in mute shock as their oldest daughter Sarah writhed and moaned like a slut while the powerful black beast had his way with her in battlefront of a camera. The davenport, so lost with the flock of Sarah's intimate action, barely noticed the even raging vista forty foot away. There, Jessica McFarland and heather mixture the make-up fille were thrashing and squealing in ecstasy as their three black lover ravished their beautiful white bodies in straw man of the former word cameras.

The davenport were also completely oblivious to the lecherous stares of the nearby muscular fateful studio crewmembers who all were hungrily eyeing Karenic. They looked her up and down, seeing the buxom wife and female parent as another Edward White woman that they would be able to fuck with their big black turncock into the wee 60 minutes of the sunup ! The davenport didn't notice that one of the news camera was now training on Mrs Davenport. It panned up her 5'7 ”, 40DD-32-38 number, and focused on her beautiful, scandalise white face. The camera captured Karen's all-inclusive blue-green eyes and gently parted rosebud mouth as she stared, open-mouthed, at her daughter's pollution. Karen's already blench face, framed by her shock absorber of red hair, was albumen as a sheet.

"Lady and gentlemen, there has been a extra development here in the studio tonight."Watkins smiled into the television camera and shed his suit cap as he continued his relentless push into Sarah davenport's slim Theodore Harold White body."We are have got just been joined by some unexpected node. Sarah, would you please innovate our new guests ?"

Sarah opened her oculus and looked around. It took her a second to concentrate on the pot of her female parent standing near the studio apartment entrance."Hi mom ! Hi pop !"she called out enthusiastically.

"What brings you to the studio tonight ?"Watkins asked Mrs. Davenport innocently as he continued fucking her girl mercilessly, right in front of the shocked conservative housewife. He purposefully ignored the angered Mr. Davenport.

"We're here to kibosh 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 center met Watkin's dark eye. His eyes seemed to wear into her soul as deeply as his soundbox bore into her girl ! She couldn't manage to end her sentence…She lowered her eyes to find her daughter's smiling face, waiting expectantly for her resolution while Watkins fucked her from behind."We're here to…stop this… this…"

"This WHAT ?"Watkins bellowed, suddenly ripping open his dress shirt and revealing his rippling black thorax and abs.

Karenic Davenport choked on her words when she saw the opprobrious he-man's amazing physique. Her eyes immediately focused on his enormous ebony thoracic sinew. Unable to help oneself herself, Karen let her regard roam over the dark rivet's rippling chocolate-colored abdominal muscles as they smacked against the glowing White person curves of a white woman's seat ... Karen suddenly shook her mind, forcing herself to think back that the white can she was staring at belonged to her oldest 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 dance in Karen's big blue-green eyes as they stared his and Sarah's bucking hip.

"Well I guess we know why SHE'S here, don't we ?"Watkins laughed."Okay whiteboy, your turn, why are YOU here ?"

"How dare you !"Davenport shouted."That's my wife !"

"Master Watkins asked you a question pop !"Sarah said innocently, as if she wasn't half-naked on live television and being fucked by a large Joseph Black man in front of her mother and father !

Mr. davenport was shocked and sickened by his daughter's shamelessness. Sarah was just looking at him calmly, waiting for an answer to her question while that…that creature was having his way with her ! He couldn't understand how Sarah could behave like this. How had his girl had gone from a virgin one day, to such shameless behavior the next ?

While Mrs. Davenport was shocked and confused by her girl's behaviour, but was even more confused by her own. She had stormed into the studio with the purpose of literally dragging Sarah out if she had to. When she saw her daughter bent over the newsdesk ... and that mordant bastard on top of her ... Karen had been struck dumb. She stood, frozen in place, almost hyperventilating, her full bosom strained at the blouse that barely managed to hide them. Now, with the smell of sex hanging in the air around her, the middle-aged mother of two struggled to even speak as she looked into her daughter's equanimity Green centre.

"You have to stop this rightfulness now !"Davenport demanded.

"Why ?"Sarah said, smiling wickedly at her forefather as she continued playing the use of interviewer.

"What ?"Mr. Davenport balked."What do you have in mind ‘ why'?"

"Why should do you need me to stop screw ..."Sarah began before being interrupted.

"Sarah, we do not use that language !"Davenport blustered stupidly. With all this bawdiness and intimate depravity around him, he was objecting to vulgar language.

"Why do you desire me to stop screw"Sarah shouted emphatically"this black man ?"

"Think about ... You ... you're engaged ... you are supposed to be waiting ..."Davenport had difficulty focusing his argument,"…you saved yourself for wedding ... your virginity ..."

"IS GONE !"Sarah interrupted."It's a piddling former to worry about that now, isn't it daddy ?

Davenport fumed when he heard his older daughter joke about giving up her ‘ precious natural endowment'in such a Royalist manner. Before he could come 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 number reason you want me to stop ?"

"You're not PREJUDICED are you Mr. Davenport ?"Watkins suddenly asked."You don't have a problem with your daughter being intimately involved with a 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 illogical, or how he'd managed to be dragged into this unusual discussion while her oldest daughter was being fucked right in strawman of her."It's just that you were supposed to expect until you were married."

"Well dad,"Sarah said."I decided that I had waited long enough. Like I said, it's a little late to worry about that with me. Of grade ... there's always Becky !"

"Becky ? !"Karen davenport suddenly cried,"beloved God, you mean we didn't beat her here ? Where is she ? What have you done with my baby ?"

"She's here all rightfield, and set up to fall in up her virginity to a big Negroid he-man like mine !"Sara giggled,"Unless of trend, you can use your amazing powers of thought to convert her to continue saving herself for marriage ceremony ?"

"I doubt it !"a female person vox said from backstage.

Mr. Davenport's heart sank when he saw the germ of the comment emerge from wing."Oh ... God ... Oh dearest God No !."

Becky emerged from backstage. Now she was completely naked, apart from a short snowy bridal veil, a pair of high-heel skid, and her shining ‘ Purity'annulus. She walked into the studio, arm in arm, with her black macho-man. He too was naked, apart from a White collar and black bow tie. The duad obviously portrayed a mockery of a bride and ostler.

Mr. Davenport could barely look at the fit. Mrs. davenport, on the early hand, couldn't aid but stare at the man's enormous fateful cock. It stood straight out from his soundbox, an upright ten inches, and as thick as her wrist. A photographic camera pulled back to catch the image of the black studhorse and the beautiful white teen walking past her female parent and over to the anchor desk, taking a stead by her sister.

The dark crewmembers whistled and cat-called as Becky smiled wickedly at her alarm Father of the Church. Some of the studio cameras focused on the area around the news desk, capturing the events as they unfolded. The former cameras continued filming the small orgy of Heather, Jessica, and the doorknocker. They were the entirely people in the studio not watching what was now happening at the news desk.

"We'd like to receive my babe Becky and her Quaker 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 mixed sex going on ... before resting both her hand and her gaze on her new friend's monolithic erect melanize cock.

"Rebecca !"Karen Davenport managed to verbalise, staring at the vast bleak cock in her girl's tiny white hand."Pumpkin ... have you… you haven't ... ?"

"No, not yet !"Becky smiled."They wanted me to wait… for you ... and daddy !"

hot dog Davenport spoke up and tried to talk calmly."Rebekah, please ... please don't give way into the temptation of these madman !"

"Oh, but daddy ..."Becky giggled, stroking her would-be-lover's rock-hard black stopcock while she spoke to her sire."This temptation is SO STRONG ! You have no idea HOW STRONG the enticement is !"Becky interrupted."I've never been tempted to yield up my virginity before tonight. The whiteboys at high school have tried over the eld, but I've never been tempted by them. I actually was starting to think I was a lesbian !"

"Really,"Watkins smiled,"maybe we'll test that tonight too !"

Becky laughed at Watkins comment,"of course I'll try it, if it will please my new bleak masters !"

"Rebecca Davenport !"Mr. Davenport scolded,"point 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 suffer given yourself to them like your sister has ! I know that deep down your virginity is important to you Rebecca ! You're still wearing your Promise Ring. That means something to you ! You made a sacred vow and that means…"

"NOTHING !"Becky said"The only reason I'm wearing this ring is because they told me to ! They wanted you to see it on my digit while I stroked this big black cock ! The ONLY rationality I've waited is because THEY told me too. That promise ring means zero to me ! They want to see if you can convince me NOT to do it. What do you say ? Do you think you can do it ?"

Becky's ‘ boyfriend'now moved closer to Becky. His peter was still being stroked by her tiny white paw as he let his own tumid, non-white custody slide up Becky's naked hips and waist…over her Cy Young, house, bloodless boob. His long black-market cock slid upwards, the shaft rubbing against Becky's monotonic T. H. White tummy.

"Ooooh daddy…"Becky moaned and mocked her father as her lover touched and kissed her,"I don't think you can convert me !"

Watkins, still fucking Sara Davenport while he conducted this consultation, asked his own question.
"Becky, you're a virgin. Is this the start time a man has touched your naked breasts."

"Yes !"Rebecca sighed.

"How does it experience ?"

"Wonderful !"Rebecca exclaimed,"His hands are so big and strong… my white meat feel warm when he cups them and squeezes them !"

"Rebecca… please stop !"Mr. davenport pleaded.

"And is that the first cock you've ever touched, Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Oh yes !"Rebecca whimpered, lovingly stroking the big black tool in her paw as it pressed against her body.

"And how does it sense ?"

"BIG !"Becky laughed,"and hard, and thick ! It feels SO dear in my hand… and against my tummy ! I can't wait to find it in my…"

Becky's interpreter trailed off as she sunk to her knee joint in straw man of her lover, until her face was inches from his cock !

"Rebecca NO ! !"Mr. Davenport cried, but Becky ignored him. He felt as if he was kicked in the stomach as he watched his daughter's Virgo the Virgin sassing kiss the tip of the turgid Shirley Temple Black penis.

"mouth-mmppphhh ! !"Becky completed her sentence as she opened her backtalk and engulfed as much of the thick black prick as she could. Becky moaned and slurped on the ten inch of Shirley Temple Black dick while her forefather and mother watched and the photographic camera zoomed in.

"How does it taste Rebecca ?"Watkins asked.

"Mmmmm-MMMMM ! ! !"Rebecca smiled around the cock in her sass."mmmmmMARVELOUS !"she said, laughing, pulling her mouth from the peter."It's the Charles Herbert Best thing I've ever tasted ! But I'm not discover tonight to try out a Black cock ! I'm here to roll in the hay !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried. He was ignored.

"It sounds like you're pretty anxious to mislay your virginity Becky."Watkins commented.

"Oh GOD yes !"Rebekah said,"after hearing Sarah talk about it… and seeing her there… and the others… I want it so badly !"Becky looked at the big black cock in her 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 female parent !"

Karen Davenport had been so hushed that Becky had forgot she was even there. Becky turned to look at her female parent and saw a familiar smell on her face. Karen had the Lapp stun flavor on her face that Becky had seen while her mother was staring at the television screen… masturbating !

Becky smiled."okey daddy, you have a deal. If mom can tell me that this is wrong, I'll quit. If mom tells me to stop, I'll stop."

"Of line she wants you to stop !"Mr. davenport insisted."She's sickened by what you're doing !"

"I'm not so for sure about that dada !"Becky chided.

Mr. davenport looked at his wife. Karenic davenport was visibly sweating. Her big blue-green eyes were wide and locked on the massive Negro pecker in her girl's hand.

"Karenic ?"Mr. Davenport pled with a sinking feeling in his stomach,"Say something ! I need your sustenance !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen said… still staring at the monolithic black cock in Becky's hand.

"Mom,"Becky teased,"if you can honestly tell me that this is wrong, that you want me to stop, I'll stop. I'll put on my pantie and waiting to marry some ticket church-going whiteboy. Just say the Book. Is that what you want me to do ?"

"Of class it is !"Mr. Davenport cried.

"NO DADDY !"Becky scolded,"MOM has to say ! Let her speak. She has to look at this big, intemperately, black turncock in my hand and tell me no. Can you do that mom ? Can you deny me this ? Can you really tell me that giving myself to this man is ill-timed ?"

"I…I"Karen stammered, her eyes still glued to the big black pecker. Her hired man drifted to her regal purpurate blouse… her fingerbreadth 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 finger grazed the skin of her onyx marble neck. Her skin felt unusually sensitive. The unclouded touch of her own fingers felt unbelievable. Even the travail beads forming and trickling down her cervix tickled pleasantly. The Venus's curse of cristal and Xcite that she'd unwittingly ingested were taking their toll. Her daughter's language echoed over and over in her mind. Was it damage ? Was that big black…"dick"… ill-timed ?

"Karen ?"Frank Davenport cried to his mum wife,"Christ, say something, I need your living here !"

Seeing her female parent's despair and realizing what her sister was doing, Sarah joined Becky in teasing their mother."What do you imagine mom ? Is Becky amiss to desire to yield her virginity to that big black stud ? Is she unseasonable to require to take that big blackamoor dick of his into her little ashen pussy ? Am I wrongfulness to do that ? Is this BIG black pecker in my twat wrong ? It trusted doesn't screw FEEL WRONG ! Is it wrong for Becky ? Should she stop ?"

Becky teased,"Well mom, what do you say ?"

"I…I…"Karen stammered. She wanted to tell them to stop, but her judgement just couldn't focus.

Karen Davenport hadn't always been Conservative. She'd never told her girl about her rampantly days. When Karen was a Whitney Moore Young Jr. teenager she'd developed early and had been very promiscuous ... always looking for making love from any man that seemed interested. Many men were interested, thanks to Karen's ridiculously curvy name. She was at her wildest in college, when she met a undimmed young divinity major. He had shown her true passion and the erroneousness of her promiscuous style. She became a"Born-Again"Christian and married him. Never again would turn back to her ‘ lost long time'of promiscuity ... Never again would she allow sexual desire dominion her life story like it did when she was young. Once she had found the reliable way, she vowed that she would never look back.

But now, seeing her valued daughters giving themselves to these black men, Karen Davenport was looking back. The middle-aged female parent view of her wanton Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. 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 order her to hold back.

So why wouldn't the Scripture just come out ? Why was it so difficult to just say,"stop"?

Karen's head was spinning. She broke her eye away from the cock in Becky's manus to look at Becky's eyes… bright with lust and outlook. Becky was naked, on her knee joint with that grotesque black cock in her hand… the atrocious cock that was going to take her virginity unless Karenic could say"stop."

Watkins laughed as he watched the beautiful middle-aged mother's titty heaving under her dark blouse. Her alabaster skin was turning pink with stress and excitation. ‘ Not much longer now'he thought to himself.

"I'll stop too, mom !"Sarah teased, raising the stake."I'll stop too, if you tell us to. We can all go base and pretend like this never happened."

"What do you say mom ?"Becky asked."You heard Sarah. If you really believe what we're doing is wrongfulness, all you have to do is say one little watchword ! Just tell us to stop and we'll both stop !"

"Unless of course…, mmmmm…"Sarah added, giving a slightly exaggerate moan to take out attention to the fact that she was speaking while still being fucked by Watkins,"you DON'T think what we're doing is awry ! Then of path, you don't have to say anything at all."

Karen looked to her former daughter, Sarah, sweating and thrusting on all quaternary for her inkiness ‘ master ’. Sarah's center were filled with luxuria as they stared in to Karenic's center. Unconsciously, Karen took two footfall forward, towards her daughters and the news desk.

"Yes mom,"Becky said,"you don't have to say anything at all. You can just let this happen. Can you do that mom ? Can you just let me grant my precious virginity to this Negro stud I just met ?"

Karen looked at Becky, making eye contact just in meter to see her younger girl smiling sweetly and kick in her black stud's dick a long, magnified punch with her picayune pinkish clapper as she stared back at her mother.

"Karen !"Mr. Davenport cried."Say something ! Don't let them…"

"OHHHHH… Or maybe,"Sarah moaned her female parent, interrupting her father,"you don't want to just let this go on. Ahhhhh…. Maybe you'd like to join us ?"

"YES, mom !"Becky said, stroking and kissing the big black pecker in her manus."That would be wonderful ! fall in us ! You know you want to !"

"YES ! YES ! YES MOM ! !"Sarah howled as Watkins fucked her faster and harder,"junction US ! You'll LOVE it ! You know you will !"

"NO !"Mr. Davenport cried, moving forward to get tight to his wife,"Stop saying that you wicked girls ! Your mother would never do something so depraved…"

"SHUT UP pa !"Sarah hissed."That's just what YOU think. Mom can opine for herself ! What do you think mom ? Do you reckon its wrongfulness ?"

Mr. Davenport stepped forward and reached out to grab his wife's arm, but was immediately stopped a powerful manus that grabbed his articulatio humeri from seat. The large contraband security department guard that had escorted him and Karen to the studio stepped forward, around Mr. davenport and then between him and his wife. Frank Davenport watched, terrified, as the huge black sentry go walked around and stood to one side of Mrs. Davenport. The guard made no endeavour to tinge or influence Karen. He just watched her, and made sure Mr. davenport couldn't touch her.

"What do YOU intend mom ?"Becky asked.

"I…I think…"Karen stammered… She tried desperately to form the words that she wanted to say, or at least what she thought a good Christian wife and female parent SHOULD say. Try as she might, the words would not come in out. Why was it so difficult ? What was stopping her ? Karen's brain was spinning. Her eyes scanned her surroundings… her beautiful defenseless white daughters… the snowy women in the other part of the studio… and all the black men ravishing them ! She glanced back at her husband, looking for moral support. He looked at her expectantly, but the terror in his eye was obvious. He was their father ! He was her husband ! She loved him…he loved her… so why wasn't he doing to a greater extent to finish this ? He seemed so… wimpy… so worthless.

"fountainhead mom,"Sarah called out, continuing to pressure her beautiful 42-year old red-haired mother."What DO you opine ?"

"I…I think…"Karen stammered. A camera zoomed in on Karen davenport's beautiful face, capturing a bead of sweat that an from under her lustrous red hair, following it down her blushing alabaster cheek, under her jaw, down to her creamy white neck, and under the collar of her regal purple blouse. Karen rested a trembling white mitt on her chest, her boob heaving as she breathed deeply, anxiously. Her nimble white fingerbreadth began nervously fiddling with the buttons of her silk blouse. Her voice became more pressing."I think… I think…"

The security department safety watched Karen, making no attempt to make a motion towards her, instead starting to unbutton his uniform shirt, revealing his muscular wickedness torso. Karen glanced over at him as his shirt dropped to the floor, revealing his bulging fatal biceps, flexing as he began to unbuckle his utility belt. A muscular black studio crew member, watched the fox white married woman intently and, taking his cue from the security guard, began shedding his own clothing. Karen, stared, awestruck by the two black men closest two her. Her centre scanned their muscular smutty chests, shining with sweat under the hot studio spark. Her gaze fell downward, following the men's hands to the push and zipper on their trousers, and down to the goliath bulges that strained at the fabric between each man's muscular legs.

Knowing the redhead was staring at his crotch, the security guard duty quickly unbuttoned his fly and unzipped his bleak trousers, letting the weight of his equipment smash pull his bloomers downward. The precaution's pants fell to the floor with a loud clatter, revealing an obscene extrusion pointing from his boxers, straining at the thin framework. The other blackamoor rivet followed the guard's lead, dropping his own gasp, revealing an equally large bulge. The two men looked at each other, back at Karenic Davenport, still staring at their groins, then back at each other. The two men nodded at one another, took one footstep forward, counted to three, then dropped their boxers.

Karenic gasped audibly, unable to look away. The fingers at her blouse clit flinched suddenly, popping one single clit, showing off a couple more column inch of Karen's more-than-ample white cleavage.

"What do you think, Mrs. Davenport ?"The black security safeguard asked the milk-skinned, married mother of two, as he stepped forward, his huge black nightstick swinging between his legs.

"I… I… I… think…"Karen stammered, her blue-green eyes wide with wonder as she stared at the two biggest, blackened cocks she'd ever seen, their ominous size and nature magnified by the fact that they were both strict and pointed directly at her ! dearest GOD, how could these men be so big ? How could any char take such monstrous male members inside their torso ? What must it feel like ?

"K…Karen ! ?"frankfurter whimpered, hoping to get out his married woman's attention from the obscenely enceinte black penises she was staring at… hoping that his married woman wasn't thinking about how much bigger they were than his !

Unfortunately for hot dog, that was exactly what Karen was thinking. She was so awestruck by how often larger these blacken men's member were compared to her husband's that she couldn't even answer to his call ! Her married man 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 girl, Sarah, and thought about the size of the man that was inside her right at that moment.

"What do you think, mom ?"Sarah asked again, smiling.

Sarah seemed so happy… so detached !

Karenic looked at her younger girl, Becky, and the size of the black penis in her helping hand, the one that she wanted to call for her virginity !

"Well, mom,"Becky grinned as she licked the chocolate-colored head of the black member in her bridge player."What do you imagine ?"

Becky had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, stroking and sucking that black penis !

Karenic turned back to the two huge blacken penises that pointed at her from a few feet away… Two vast bleak penises that were so much foresightful and thicker than her married man's penis… Two black penises that weren't just big, but beautiful, one like ample dark chocolate, the other shining like polished onyx… Two huge black member like the ones that were making her daughters SO happy !

"What do you believe ?"Becky and Sarah continued asking incessantly."What do you opine mom ? severalize us what you think !"

"I think ... I think your Fatherhood ..."Karen Davenport stammered breathlessly, casting a quick coup d'oeil back at her husband. He looked terrified and helpless. Karenic then turned back to face the two muscular black men watching her. They looked confident and powerful. Karenic's middle again locked on the tremendous, rock-hard blacken cocks that swung between each man's legs and pointed directly at her. Her breathing became shallow and more speedy causing her 40DD tit to heave up prominently, as if trying to break resign from the purple satin blouse. Karenic rested one mitt on her heaving, creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. cleavage, bringing her early hand up to the back of her neck and rubbing it. The conservative wife and mother could sense a powerful ace of heat spreading over her physical structure, a pronounce excitement she'd not felt in old age. She used to roll in the hay sex, but had always felt the need to suppress her sexuality since hotdog never really seemed able to stay fresh up with her. He was as button-down and traditional in the bedroom as he was in his day-to-day life. She worked out constantly, keeping herself in Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe for a man who barely seemed to appreciate her body. Still, he was stable and he loved her, and she loved him, so she told herself that was enough. She had allowed herself to rise accustom to a bland, suburban life. Now, seeing those big black cocks pointed at her, seeing the way cocks like those made her daughter behave, all of Karenic davenport's repressed sex was erupting with a vengeance ! The beautiful Aythya americana's full-bosomed body trembled all over, her pretty Andrew D. White expression and copious cleavage now flushing vivid garden pink. The incredible pressing of the wanton sexuality in the studio apartment was too lots for her to turn out any longer. Karen's quiet ‘ PTA married woman'reserve finally collapsed, and the end of her judgment of conviction tumbled out, finally answering not only her daughters'demands… but also her own.

"I think ... your father is ... is ... loss TO BE VERY DISAPPOINTED !"Karen declared emphatically.
Without another second's hesitation, the buxom red-haired woman of the house suddenly ripped open her expensive purpleness silk blouse to reveal her monolithic creamy breasts barely contained by a lacy bra."…AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO GET THE fuck OF MY spirit ! !

A cheer went up in the studio as the Karen davenport's settle collapsed and she declared herself cook to be taken by any mordant man that wanted her. The two naked black men approaching the Caucasian married woman bumped their fists and laughed.

"WAY TO GO MOM ! !"Becky cried in joy before taking her pitch-dark buff's prick back into her mouth.

"ALL RIGHT, MOM !"Sarah cried."DO IT ! I KNEW YOU WANTED TO ! DO IT ! !"

"Karen…No ! Please !"Mr. Davenport watched, horrified and defeated, as his wife slipped her regal purple blouse off her milky flannel shoulders.

"I'm sorry honey."Karenic said quietly, unable to take her middle off the crewmember's and guard's huge dick, barely able to direct her whimpering husband as she tossed the expensive silk blouse to the floor."I told you not to lend me in here, I told you to let me stick around in that waiting room ! You didn't listen to me ... and now I'm glad you didn't. You could have prevented this, but now that I'm here, there's no way I can resist these men and now that I see how felicitous they've made my daughters ... OUR girl, I don't privation to dissent these men. If they want me, I'm theirs !"

Karen Davenport's agile T. H. White fingerbreadth quickly unbuttoned her black slack water. One of the studio cameras moved in on her, panning and scanning over every copious curve of her incredible creamy white eubstance. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen saw the camera following her every move. She thought briefly about the fact that she was on goggle box, her wanton behavior being broadcast into hundred of thousands of homes, maybe even millions. It was even possible that some of the people watching were people she knew ! She thought about the peeress of her Word club, the snobby teachers at the prep schoolhouse where she worked and Becky attended family, the moms of the former students…Oh God… the early student ! What if they saw her now ? What would they all think ? Karen davenport again glanced at those two black cocks and realized at that moment she wanted them more than anything in the world and she didn't charge what anybody else thought. She'd do whatever those men wanted her to do in front of her hubby, her daughter, and the world ! In fact, she was going to put on a show for them all. She shimmied her blanket hips a bit as she pushed the cincture over the smooth, round curve of her full, but firm, snowy ass. She bent grass forward, slowly letting her pants drop down her smooth Edward Douglas White Jr. legs, and forcing her soft, ample white chest to strain against the confines of her lacey bra. Her show was having an immediate effect on her audience.

"Awwww FUCK !"The black protection sentry duty groaned."Look at that damn ! She got an ass like a sista and some big ol'bosom ! Why would she hide that under those frumpy-ass dress ?"

"SHIT !"The crewmember sneered at Karen's whimpering husband."I KNOW that's too much woman for YOUR pathetic white ass ! HER torso was BUILT for BLACK COCK ! !"

The crewmember grabbed his monumental Negroid cock in his paw and pumped it to mock Karen's married man and emphasize exactly what he meant by his statement.

"fountainhead boys ?"Karenic said nervously, as she slowly stood and stepped out of her pants, her epicurean body now clad only in her lacy Andrew D. White bra and pantie. shaking, the stacked married woman and female parent drew a mystifying breath, then cupped her breasts before gingerly running her hand down her incline and rested them on her ass, arching her back slightly as she did so. Her snowy Edward White pelt practically glowed under the burnished studio lights, making the curvaceous redhead look like some variety of shimmering white goddess."What are you waiting for ?"

cachexy no more sentence, the two shameful men implemental in the woman of the house's conquest descended upon her to exact their prize. Each of the naked black heavyweight took a plaza on either face of Mrs. Karen Davenport, the photographic camera imbibition in the line between the men's rich chocolate brawn and Karen's creamy Edward Douglas White Jr. skin. Standing so close to Karenic, the men's large dark dick rubbed against the silky-soft skin of her pelvic arch, belly, and ass, as their large Negroid hands more purposefully did the same, roaming freely and deliberately over every diffuse blank curve of her luxurious married dead body.

The security system guard duty groped Karenic's large blank knocker in his sinewy Shirley Temple Black hired man, squeezing them as he kissed her mouth, then brought his midst lips down her neck, ravenously kissing his way down to her rich segmentation. He slipped one of the housewife's lowering milky globes from her bra and hungrily sucked on her put up pink mammilla. Mrs Davenport threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her nipples were so tender, and this black man knew exactly what he was doing. Karen threw an arm over his shoulder, cradling his black head as he ‘ nursed ’.

The studio crewmember stood to Karen's other side and slightly behind her, caressing her smooth, wide egg white ass with one hand and tugging gently at her lacy panties with the other. As Karen moaned and threw her headspring back the crewmember leaned his boldness over Karen's bare Edward Douglas White Jr. shoulder and turned her chief towards him, kissing her mouth deeply. Dropping her resign hand to her English, Karen found his stiff black cock rubbing against her ass and grabbed hold of the throbbing black member. For the get-go sentence, Karen Davenport found herself touching a black dick, feeling its passion, hardness, girth, and duration in her hand.

"Oh my God !"Karen gasped, breaking the crewmember's kiss and glancing down at the monster she was stroking."It's… so… BIG !"

The crewmember smiled, cast an wickedness eye at Karen's husband and then whispered something in her ear.

Karen giggled and responded."Yes ... your Shirley Temple Black peter is MUCH BIGGER than my husband's !"

The crewmember laughed and whispered in Karenic's ear again. She blushed.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen cried."MY organic structure was BUILT for Shirley Temple Black cock !"

"No, Karen ! Don't !"Davenport started to sob."You're a female parent ! You're a wife ! MY wife ! This is WRONG !"

"Nooooo… it's RIGHT ! IT's SOOO right !"Karen cooed,"I'm a woman first, a wife, endorse ! Our girl are right ! It's only lifelike !"

It was only innate. Karen Davenport now understood she was never meant for the conservative life of a born-again Christian PTA mom. She thought back to her wild years, before she'd met weenie. The men she'd had before him ...

Never in her unfounded years had Karen seen any man who compared to the Negro men that had seduced her daughter.

Never before, out of all the member she'd seen, had she ever seen any as large ... or as beautiful ... as the big blackness cock that she'd watched swing hypnotically between the muscular thigh of the two Black studs that now flanked her nearly-naked soundbox. The big Shirley Temple putz that the other calamitous men were putting into her daughters'young white 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 tiny clean hand. She dropped her other hand down from the security safety's neck, down to his rock heavily contraband cock that was poking at her monotone blank tummy ... She grasped it in her manus, stroked its rock-hard length, every bit as big as black cock in her early hand !

Never before, not even in Christian church, had Karen Davenport felt so compelled to drop to her knees ... as she did then and there between her two Shirley Temple studs ...

Never before had she so wanted to accept something into her oral fissure as she did the Brobdingnagian pitch blackness stopcock that she now stroked in her manus, in from her face ...

Karen's"Born-Again"living flair didn't have a prayer !

"stopover that ! She's my wife !"Frank davenport cried as he watched the two naked stud grope his half-naked married woman.

"Karen, please !"frank cried as he saw his wife cesspit to her genu between the two black tough with their huge black prick in her tiny E. B. White hands."Please don't !"

The bleak crewmember sneered at hotdog Davenport. He looked down at Karenic, on her knees before him, her right hired hand holding the protection guard's cock, her leave alone mitt holding his cock. He saw her wedding ring shine as she pumped his long Shirley Temple prick."WHAT YOU WAITING FO'? SUCK MY jigaboo shaft SLUT ! see YOUR HUSBAND right IN THE EYE, AND PUT MY BIG BLACK COCK IN YO'‘ MOUF'!"

Karen stroked the crewmember's long black tool in her unexpended manus, staring at it as her wedding ring gleamed on her finger. She then leaned forward, opened her sass, looked across the room and directly into her husband's eyes, and took a sinister man's cock into her mouth for the number one fourth dimension !

"Karen ! NO ! What are you doing ?"Frank sobbed, rent of disgrace stinging his nerve as they ran down his typeface as he watched his beautiful white married woman eagerly and hungrily begin to give suck the crewmember's turncock ! Karenic clearly relished the activity and began to moan immediately. Her principal bobbed up and down on the crewmember's black tool, every slurping phone she made was like a knife in her husband's heart.

"YOUR WIFE IS DOING EXACTLY WHAT I TOLD HER TO DO, soft touch !"the inkiness crewmember laughed triumphantly."SHE'S SUCKING MY spade COCK ! HA HA ! ! fuck YOU WHITEBOY ! !"

The black security guard duty laughed too, and savagely bust Karenic davenport's lacy white bra apart, yanking it from her body. Her full, 40DD boob shook violently as they were suddenly freed from the confines of their silky prison. As declamatory as Karen's bosom were, and as old as she was, there was surprisingly niggling sag to them.

Karen reacted to the security safety's stunt this by pulling her mouth the crewmember's cock, and gasping, her big downhearted eyes wide with shock."OH MY GOD ! !"

"You keep sucking my boy's cock, Mrs. Double-D !"The guard said, cupping Karen's dense white bosom in his large blackness helping hand."I GOT TO fucking THESE knocker ! !"

Karen looked up at the security measure guard and smiled, then started to giggle excitedly."OH GOD YES ! fuck MY knocker ! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT Shirley Temple Black COCK BETWEEN MY bosom !"

"Karenic ! Good Shepherd !"Mr. Davenport sobbed. He was ignored.

Mrs davenport knelt on the floor, cupping her huge, heaving flannel boob, inviting the black security guard to slip his foot-long ebony rod between them, which he did immediately. Placing his mitt on hers, the black sentry duty guided Karen into squeezing her quivering snowy globes around his foresightful shameful ray of light. He then began to thrust, rocking his pelvic girdle back and Forth River, flexing his muscular black ass as he began fucking the white married woman's ample cleavage in earnest.

Karen watched in captivation as the guard's shining black cock-head emerged from between her breasts, then disappeared, then re-emerge, over and over. She giggled and began to make a game of playfully trying to enchant the tip of the safety device's melanise shaft in her sass each fourth dimension it reached its apex. The safety device's cock was so long that, even as large as Karen's tit were, his cock straits remained constantly visible above them, poking up from between them as he thrust his hips.

"AHHHH GOD DAMN !"The security guard bellowed as he thrust his cock between Karenic's unyielding breasts faster and faster. He glanced over at Frank Davenport."fuck THIS squawk'S TITS ARE SOFT ! IT'S LIKE FUCKING A cloud ! Yo'married woman ever let you have it off these breast befo ’, whiteboy ?"

"LIKE THIS ?"Karen laughed excitedly."He wishes ! I let Frank do this ... once… for his natal day ! His completely disappeared in my breast, I could never see it, and he came so fast… like in seconds. It was receipts. 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 cock 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 word against her lips. Karenic quickly opened wide, tidal bore to once again taste the crewmember's long grim dick in her oral cavity. However, with her hands held in plaza by the security guard fucking her chest, Karenic wasn't so a good deal giving the crewmember a blow-job as she was actually just allowing him to fuck her mouth with mystifying, deliberate thrusts. Karenic fixed her blue-violet heart on her hubby, and stared directly at him, waiting for another remonstration. None came.

Karen's hubby only watched in understood horror as she allowed herself to be defiled by these two blackness men, each one with a cock three times the size of his own. He had ceased making any attempt to protest or step in with her or the men's military action, let alone the action of the other two black men that were defiling his girl. All he was able to do at that point was stand there, and silently cry. He was broken. He was pathetic. Karen no longer saw her hubby as a genuine man. Karenic felt a rising contempt for her husband. She looked away from him, and up into the oculus of the black crewmember that was fucking her mouth. The studio television camera catching every irregular of the married woman's motiveless descent and every inch of the lover'bodies.

The photographic camera angle abruptly cut to Dylan Thomas Watkins, roughly fucking Sarah Davenport from behind, the blonde bucking and screaming as she watched her female parent sucking two nigrify peter. The camera zoomed in on Watkins, who lifted a finger to the ear-piece he still wore. He looked into the camera and spoke.

"ma'am and valet de chambre, as you can see, yet another white charwoman has just demonstrated the awesome power of inkiness virile gender. Tonight, LIVE in the KNEN studio you will see a white teenage Virgo the Virgin, her married mother, and her sister all fucked by blacken men at the same time, but first we have some breaking intelligence ... an charge up growing in tonight's Jessica McFarland story !"

The camera shot cut away from Watkins'grinning face to that of USA's ravisher, beautiful blonde anchorwoman Jessica McFarland, vaulting horse naked and being fucked hard by the powerful black thug rapper, B-Love. Jessica was screaming now, her face shining with sweat as she lay back on the coffee table in the middle of the audience set, the hulking total darkness rapper B-Love knelt at one end of the table, thrusting relentlessly between Jessica's long egg white pegleg. One of the other rappers, Shemar, was rising from his position near Jessica's head, where he had obviously just been fucking her mouth. An agile, but brawny, blacken stage manus stepped forward quickly, taking Jessica's bridge player and swathe her finger's breadth around a hand-held microphone, the quickly stepping out of the shot.

"Jessica ?"Watkins asked, his question playing over the pellet in voice-over."early tonight you embarked on what you thought would be a straight-forward interview with the controversial rap group ‘ Negroid Phallus ’. Within minutes of meeting them, you were confronted with their philosophy of Black male sexual supremacy, compelled to disavow your marriage, and be fucked by the group's lead vocalist on live television. Can you pay us an update on your situation ?"

"OH GOD ... OH FUCK ... OH GOD ! YES !"Jessica moaned as B –Love grasped her slender flannel waist and lifted her up, wrapping his powerful mordant arms around her flannel consistency and pulling her finish. Effectively, Jessica was now sitting on the edge of the tabular array, her wooden leg wrapped around B-Love's thrusting black hips as he knelt at the end of the table. Jessica wrapped her slender white arms around B-Love as well, hugging him close, feeling his muscular disgraceful breast pressing against her soft white breasts. Jessica kissed the rapper's neck as he continued thrusting into her sexy white-hot organic structure without missing a beat, even as the two shifted their positions.

"Jessica ?"Watkins pressed."Can you hand us and update. It looks like you're changing status. 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 table. Can you excuse to us what is happening ?"

B-Love whispered in Jessica's ear, prompting her to afford her eyes. Jessica seemed cognisant for the first time that she was holding a hand-held mike in one hand, both her weapons system still wrapped around B-Love's muscular black back. She lifted the microphone up, wrapping one arm around B-Love's neck opening, she brought the microphone to her lip and gasped into it as B-Love continued fucking her. Now, he was standing up, his sleeve still wrapped around Jessica's trunk, his mightily pitch blackness hands cupping her bare Edward D. White ass.

"Shem ... ar ... said ... that ... he ... .OH GOD ..."Jessica gasped with B-Love's every thrust as he stood, bouncing her slender bloodless body on his big blackened peter as he began to walk towards the couch where Shemar was sitting, stroking his own big black cock."Shemar ... said ... that ... he ... was tired of ... my mouth ... he ... wants ... to make out 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 end fucking me !"Jessica whimpered."But Shemar wants to bed me ... RIGHT NOW ! OH GOD ! OH GOD ! THEY SAID THEY'RE BOTH going away TO FUCK ME AT THE SAME TIME ! ! B-LOVE IS GOING TO sustenance FUCKING MY PUSSY ... AND SHEMAR ... IS ... GOING ... HE'S going away ... .TO ...."

"SHEMAR IS going TO screwing THAT ASS ! !"Shemar said, his poise, suave demeanor dropping momentarily as he explained what was about to happen.

"YESSS !"Jessica squealed excitedly. She couldn't get over how good B-Love's massive lightlessness cock felt in her cunt ... the thinking of Shemar taking her ass at the Lapplander time was even more charge up !"OH GOD YES ! I'M passing TO GET DOUBLE-PENETRATED BY TWO ENORMOUS BLACK COCKS ! !"

B-Love stepped towards the lounge and positioned Jessica above Shemar's hammer. Still thrusting his hammer in and out of the beautiful white diarist's blonde pussy, B-Love carefully lowered Jessica onto Shemar's cock .... slowly ... slowly ...

Jessica's big disconsolate eye widened as she felt Shemar's fat black stopcock head sliding against her ass cheeks. She groaned in keen agony as Shemar's massive contraband hammer pushed into her bantam asshole. She'd never let billy get it on her ass before ... but now she was on television set with a big blackamoor man she'd met less than one hour ago, letting him be intimate her ass while his equally big black Friend fucked her twat ... Jessica turned her head and licked Shemar's face, then allowed him to reciprocate. B-Love continued hammering Jessica's diminutive blond pussy ask he kissed her total white breasts with his duncical black lips.

Big Mike stared at the scenery that was unfolding before him as he continued fucking ling the make-up miss. The titillating hatful of KNEN's prized anchorwoman being twice penetrated by his two fellow doorknocker'monumental black cocks, combined with the mellifluous density of heather's garden pink cunt, was too a lot for the muscular nigrify giant to bear. He quickened his driving force as he felt his laborious black balls tighten and the midst, hot cum erupt from his buddy-buddy smutty cock.

Heather Christensen's oculus widened as she felt the torrent of potent seed shooting mystifying inside her uterus. Another climax overtook the Lester Willis Young brunet and, with one final examination shriek of delight, she passed out, slumped over the couch with her pretty white ass in the air. Big mike pulled out, cum dripping from his monumental black cock. He was still rock hard, as many enhance males would be ... but he didn't feel right fucking an unconscious biddy. He looked over at the beautiful blonde anchorwoman moaning in delight and saw B-Love motioning him over. Big mike slipped his still-spurting cock from Heather's pussy and walked towards the action at law on the couch.

Big Mike walked around the couch, his massive black turncock still shooting thick ropes of pasty cum. Big Mike walked up to Jessica McFarland, ran his fingerbreadth through her silky blonde hair, and turned her head to face his stopcock. Jessica looked at the spurting weapon in Big Mike's paw ... slip with his and Scots heather's cum. Big microphone grabbed the radiant blonde's foreland with his free hand. The radiant blonde wife smiled sweetly before opening all-inclusive. Big Mike shrugged, shoving his cock back into Jessica's open, moaning mouth. Jessica didn't fight him, instead she just groaned with her lip wax of thick fatal dick.

Jessica McFarland was in heaven. She'd never felt so alive ... and so ... full-of-the-moon ! She had a massive black cock in every orifice that could lodge one. Her dead body was shivering and trembling from a single, invariant orgasm now. It was the most incredible experience she'd ever had. Big Mike took the microphone from Jessica's hired man, allowing Jessica to keep one arm wrapped around B-Love's neck opening, while her other hand braced herself against the dorsum of the couch.

"Well anchor adulteress ?"Big mike chuckled, talking into the hand-held mike as if he were conducting an interview.."What you think of havin'three big nigga fuckin yo'amercement white ass at once ?"Big microphone slipped his cock from Jessica's lip to leave her to answer the interrogation. Her mouth free of Big Mike's monolithic member, Jessica squealed and moaned as loudly as ever at the two human foot of black peter that had invaded her abdomen.

"Could you elaborate ?"Big Mike asked into the microphone, then lowered the yearn, black, microphone to Jessica's moaning sassing. Jessica, completely disoriented by lustfulness and with her optic half-closed, opened her mouth wide as if expecting the microphone to be shoved into her lip. Big microphone and the others immediately realized Jessica was thinking the microphone was another black cock. The rapper and studio apartment crew laughed as Big microphone pulled the microphone back class Jessica's hungry back talk and brought it to rest beside his rear rooster. As large as the Negro microphone was, Big microphone's cock was slightly longer and thicker."Oh, I guess I can see your confusion, Mrs. McFarland !"he laughed.

"OH ... roll in the hay ... OH ... .OH GOD ! ! ... OOOH ... .UGNGNGNGHHHHH"Jessica moaned. The camera panned over every soft curve of her flawless E. B. White eubstance, her alabaster skin glowing with sudor and cacoethes ... and the two monumental hefty melanize bodies that pressed against her beautiful white female person manikin. Jessica could see herself in the monitor again. Her face was slick with Big microphone's cum ... and Heather's juices too, probably. She watched herself on the reminder as she opened her mouth and allowed Big Mike to slew his hammer back between her soft pink lips. She watched Shemar's big blackamoor hired man gripping her waist as he continued pushing his fatheaded black shaft up into her stretched asshole. She watched B-Love's muscular total darkness ass flexing between her cattle ranch whitened second joint as he thrust his pitch black gig in and out of her blond cunt. Then she noticed something else near the varan, the studio clock. She'd seen it earlier that evening when they'd started ... when B-Love first pushed his cock into her eubstance ... and now she realized he'd been fucking her for over an 60 minutes ! He'd been fucking her that long and he still hadn't cum ! She had cum countless prison term ... but he was still pumping ... poke ... She couldn't believe it ! What staying power ! She looked up at B-Love ... his hard, mean face smiling cruelly at the pretty blonde anchorwoman. But he didn't seem cruel or mean anymore ... just determined. Relentless. A automobile. A ass machine. She could see her reflection in his mirror-lens sunglasses.

As Big mike's heavyset hammer continued to slide in and out of her mouth, as Shemar's rock-hard lightlessness shaft relentlessly invaded her ass, as B-Love's monolithic ebony cock dominated her splice whiteness womb, Jessica McFarland felt as if her dead body was in a constant Department of State of orgasm. What was more, having her body filled with Shirley Temple stopcock didn't just feel puzzle, it felt right field. Letting these black men fuck her like this on unrecorded television was the most important thing she'd ever done. Her career ... her married couple ... her renown ... none of it could compare to the sensation of three foot-long lightlessness cocks having their way with her. The camera caught every moment of it. America could see that Jessica McFarland was a slut for Shirley Temple Black cock ... but she didn't care ... no, she DID care. She was majestic ... she WANTED U.S. to see her. She WANTED America to be intimate the the true about contraband men, and this was the best way. She looked into the television 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 screw, Jessica McFarland reached for the hand-held mike in Big Mike's hand.

"You got somethin'to say now, bitch ?"Big Mike teased, handing Jessica the microphone, but continued fucking her back talk even as she brought the mic up to it. He knew that she wanted to address, but was demonstrating his dominance over her by not complying with her obvious wishing right away. The wet, slurping phone of her mouth sucking Big mike's pecker echoed through the studio for several bit before Big microphone acquiesced and let his cock slip from the white anchorwoman's gasping wet mouth.

"Black…Men…Are… ..."Jessica gasped between thrusts ..."A…MAY…ZING ! !"

"How so ?"B-Love asked, arrogantly.

"You're ... so ... big ... and ... unattackable ... and ... you ... have ... been ... fucking ... FUCKING ME ... for ... an ... hr ... 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 pussy !"He yelled,"ADMIT IT !"

"Wha ... Wha ... What ?"Jessica moaned, in prison term with the new, toilsome thrusts. She could sense Shemar's tread quicken ... obviously he was taking a cue from B-Love !

"ADMIT IT ! !"B-Love shouted,"YOU FEEL MY nut SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR SLUTTY WHITE ASS ? YOU tone HOW HEAVY THEY ARE ? THAT'S MY POTENT NIGGA seeded player, bitch ! I'M READY TO rap YOUR Patrick Victor Martindale White CUNT UP WITH MY BLACK BABY ! YOU WANT THAT, DON'T YOU MRS. MCFARLAND ? YOU'RE MY SLUT ! A fancy woman FOR BLACK putz ! AND YOU WANT MY HOT coon CUM deep inside YOU ! search INTO THAT shag CAMERA AND William Tell USA THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT !"

"YES ! !"Jessica blurted. She loved B-Love talking to her like this ... so unsporting ... so slutty ... so true ! She raised the microphone to her mouth and looked into the camera."I WANT B-LOVE TO CUM inside ME ! I WANT HIS THICK, POTENT NIGGER SEED IN MY WOMB ! !"

"You want his calamitous cum in your belly backbite ?"Shemar whispered in Jessica's ear from behind her,"You want mine in your ass ?"

"YES ! ! !"Jessica cried ... she could find her sexual climax building.

The two men began fucking her in synchronization. B-Love would throw in, while Shemar would pull out ... Shemar would push in, while B-Love pulled out. They did it faster and faster ... never losing rhythm. With every thrust, B-Love would swivel his hip joint, stretching Jessica's pussy Sir Thomas More and more ... his twelve-inch shaft rubbing against her clit with each stab in and out.

"OOOOH ... OOOH GOD ! !"Jessica cried ... feeling her orgasm figure higher and higher. It would be more powerful than any of the orgasms they'd given her that night !

Both men's poke became more pressing, and their rhythm changed. Now they both shoved in at once, and withdrew at once ... Jessica went from full to abandon to full again and again. Her body began to tremble visibly. Her wide-cut White breasts bounced obscenely on her slim gabardine frame as the two massive black men pounded her kitty-cat and ass relentlessly.

"HERE IT seminal fluid THEN MRS. MCFARLAND !"B-Love yelled,"I'M release TO CUM IN YOUR snatch ! I'M loss TO fill YOUR PRECIOUS MARRIED, WHITE, FERTILE WOMB WITH MY NASTY HOT NIGGA CUM ... AND YOUR cunt WILL belong to TO ME FOREVER ! !"

"And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into your ass"Shemar whispered, gently biting Jessica's milklike white articulatio humeri as he hammered away at her tiny asshole.

"YES ! ! !"Jessica screamed. She could experience their tread quicken ... she could feel B-Love's massive black testicle, heavily slapping against her pussy ... then she felt them tighten ... commence to wither ... his cock began to nip and jump in her pussycat ... taking on a biography of its own ... still thrusting ... still rubbing back and forth against her clit ... Jessica grabbed Big microphone's pecker, screaming,"PUT YOUR COCK IN MY mouthpiece ! FUCK MY sassing WHILE THEY FUCK MY PUSSY AND ASS ! I WANT ALL THREE OF YOUR BIG NIGGER dick interior ME, ALL threesome OF YOU CUMMING IN ME AT ONCE !"

Jessica devoured Big Mike's massive calamitous erection as B-Love and Shemar continued slamming their ebony rooster into her cunt as ass. She pulled her mouth off Big microphone's dick only to gasp for air, and scream boost at her black devotee."YESSSSSS DO IT ! ! CUM IN ME ! ! !"

Jessica's screaming echoed through the studio apartment. Heather the make up girl, still lying on the floor where Big Mike left her, groggily opened her eye. She rose slowly, sitting on her legs on the trading floor and reacquainting herself with her surroundings. Realizing she was naked, she covered her tit with her arm, and dropped a deal to overcompensate her slit. She looked around the studio, seeing that the demoralise mixed bacchanal was still going on. heather mixture felt a stab of green-eyed monster when saw her lover Big Mike fucking her political boss Jessica's mouth. Still, the scene immediately reawakened her lust and the hired man she slowly began to rub her well-fucked slit with the deal that she had been using to enshroud it from view. She soon abandoned all modestness, dropping her arm from her white meat and shamelessly masturbating with both hands while she watched her pretty blonde Bos get fucked by the three black rappers. Still, it wasn't enough. Calluna vulgaris wanted a big sinister cock in her pussy again, Mike's big black shaft, so she stood up and walked over to Mike, tugging at his arm gently, kissing his shoulder as he fucked her boss's mouth.

Big microphone wasn't oblivious to Heather's desires, and he certainly wasn't immune to the petite brunette appealingness. Still fucking Jessica's mouth, he put an arm around Heather's slender white shoulders and pulled her close, craning his neck opening down and kissing her deeply on the mouth, their natural language intertwining. Fucking one hot white charwoman's mouth while deeply kissing another's, Big Mike felt his lump tighten and his hammer Menachem Begin to pulsate.

As Jessica sucked Big microphone's cock, she felt it begin to flip. She felt Shemar's cock begin to jump and twitch in her ass, the same way B-Love's did in her pussy. She could experience her own excitement building with the men's. She was cumming ... B-Love was cumming ... Shemar was cumming ... Big microphone was cumming ... they were all going to burst at once ... and the event was being captured on camera and broadcast for all of United States of America to see ! It was too incredible for words ! Instead, Jessica just screamed as she felt their cocks shiver inside her twat, ass, and mouth ... and then ...

"IIIIIII ... LUUUUVVVV ... .BLAAAACK ... .MEEEEEHHHHHNNNN ! ! ! ! ! !"Jessica McFarland screamed in climax, her glowing livid organic structure shaking violently as she felt the first powerful fountain of hot black cum blasting her oral fissure, ass, and slit simultaneously.

Shemar moaned as he let unleash his cum, filling Jessica's ass with the cherished fluid. Shemar stopped thrusting in her ass. He just held all twelve inches deep inside her ass and let the cum erupt from his cock, filling Jessica's ass with the same strong erotic love that she felt deep in her womb.

B-Love yelled at the top of his lungs as he came, showering Jessica McFarland's unprotected married kitty-cat with his potent source. B-Love kept thrusting ... kept fucking the beautiful blonde anchorwoman, as he continued cumming. He wanted to hold thrusting, proceed grinding his potent seed into Jessica's womb ... making blame certainly he knocked the flannel bitch up.

Jessica could palpate the thick, hot, sticky cum coating the inside of her productive Patrick Victor Martindale White uterus. She knew he'd gotten her pregnant ... and the thought made her cum again and again ! Yet they were still fucking her, still thrusting in and out of her physical structure !

Big Mike's dense black appendage slipped from Jessica's screaming mouth, spraying her beautiful white cheek and wild blond with thick jets of pearly ejaculate. The rapper shoved his still spurting cock into the anchorwoman's open mouth, allowing the cock-hungry slut to drink as much of his gooey hot wad as she could before his hammer slipped from her oral fissure again.

Jessica looked up at Big microphone, wondering why he wasn't keeping his cock in her mouth. She saw the pretty brunette make up girl heather mixture, tugging insistently on one of microphone's muscular black arms. heather mixture dropped one of her custody to Mike's putz, successfully leading him a couple of feet away from Jessica. The bare brunette quickly dropped to her knees and took the stillness spurting nigrify rooster into her hungry white mouth !

"No ..."Jessica whimpered ..."I ... want ... all ... .three !"


*SLAP*

Jessica shrieked in surprise as Shemar roughly slapped her ass.

"Listen to this greedy bitch ! Don't headache girl, you're gon na have mo'nigga putz than you can manage tonight !"Shemar hissed in the anchorwoman's ear."black men are the Best, aren't the Jessica ?"

"OH GOD YES !"Jessica screamed.

"SAY IT bitch ! !"Shemar shouted.

"lightlessness MEN ARE THE BEST ! !"Jessica screamed.

"That's right bitch ! Tell USA !"B-Love shouted."You owe us an excuse, don't you, slut ? For resisting us, for trying to deny the accuracy originally tonight ! Apologize ! apologize to us for the vilification, and to America for not telling the true statement ! LOOK INTO THAT CAMERA AND DO IT !"

"YES ! I'm ... so sorry ..."Jessica whimpered, as the tv camera slowly closed in on Jessica's look. Tears welled in her big sorry eyes as she looked into the tv camera, wave after moving ridge of joy passage over her organic structure."I'm so ... sorry ... so ... SORRY that I EVER DOUBTED THE SUPERIORITY OF blackamoor MEN ! THEIR COCKS ... THEIR ... POTENCY ... THEIR sexuality ... THEIR ... power ! ! I LOVE BLACK MEN ... I LOVE BLACK COCKS ! Black manly sexual high quality is NOT a myth America ! It's True ! IT'S TRUE-OOOOH-OOOOOH ! ! ! !"

"You sorry for anything else Jessica ?"Shemar asked lowering his voice to its onetime calm, smooth tint to contrast B-Love's emphasized roar."I'm glad you've accepted the accuracy, but what about billystick ? Surely you must have some immix emotions about ditching him on national goggle box ?"

"Who ?"Jessica asked, here eyes glancing over at Big Mike's cock, inches from her face, both framed by the television camera angle. She was genuinely confused. Her top dog was so swimming with lecherousness that she had forgotten her husband's name.

"truncheon ... your husband ... or maybe I should say ex-husband ? What's the affair baby, did we fuck you so good that you forgot you are married ?"Shemar prompted while grinning and suppressing a gag."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 national telly ? You loved each other for a foresighted clock time, and I'm sure he loves you."

"Oh ... Oh, billy goat !"Jessica giggled, slightly embarrassed that she'd forgotten her hubby's name. It seemed silly to her. She wasn't embarrassed about having been seduced, stripped naked, and fucked by three fatal rappers on live television. Betraying her marriage vows seemed like such a non-issue to at that moment. billy goat seemed like a distant computer memory from another life-time."No ... no ..."Jessica finally said hesitantly, coming to realise her new reality for the first prison term. She wasn't just answering Shemar's interrogative sentence, 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 understand that man and wife vows mean nothing compared to black cock ! This torso belongs to blacken men now ... to do with whatever they please ! black men are the best ... they are our natural overlord ! I want to do everything I can to delight them ... to please you ! All women should ! That's the way it should be for all woman ... to serve black men ... it's ... only natural !"

"Every cleaning woman ?"Shemar asked."What, you mean like, wives and mothers ?"

"Oh Yes ! Absolutely !"Jessica said."All woman deserve smutty cock ! All inkiness men deserve any white woman they want. Marriage doesn't affair. phratry don't matter. Only big black cocks subject !"

"What about like female parent and daughters at the same time ?"B-Love sneered, glancing over at the Davenport women on the other side of the studio."You think nigger should fuck mothers and their daughter at the Saami prison term ?"

"Yes ! God Yes ! Every womanhood should submit to black male sexual power !"Jessica smiled into the camera."And that's the unit Sojourner Truth !"

"GOOD TO HEAR squawk !"B-Love bellowed, finally pulled out of Jessica's pussy, cum still spurting from his stopcock. He let his cum spray over Jessica's naked white body, splattering her heaving white breast, pretty white look, and slick blond hair, before he finally shoved it into her mouth.

"Get it proficient and plumb bitch"he said"I want it prissy and clean when I fuck Sarah's mom and sis. I don't know which one I'm gon na do first, but I ain't leaving here tonight until I add me a promise ring and another wedding doughnut to my necklace !"

"Who ... wait, what ? Sarah's mom and baby ?"Jessica asked, dazed, oblivious to the outcome that had been unfolding on the other English of her news studio."What's going on ?"

"What's going on ..."Shemar explained as he began to rub Jessica's pussy,"is that Sarah got her Sister here to lose her virginity to a disgraceful man, Sarah's mom and dad showed up to stop it, but that didn't turn out like they planned. Now, not only is Mr. Davenport going to lose his virgin daughter, he's gon na turn a loss his hot married woman too !"

Jessica looked over at the anchor desk and saw a youthful redhead on her articulatio genus, sucking a black man's shaft. Nearby, an older, sonsy redhead was on her human knee between two black men, while a White man stood nearby, restrained by two black security department safeguard.

"Oh my God ! You're taking the unhurt family ? ! Together ?"Jessica gasped as she finished cleaning her cum from B-Love's pecker.

"That's how Black penis 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 next conquest.

"But ... but ..."Jessica whimpered, biting her get down lip."I ... want ... more smuggled cock ! Please !"

"Don't headache baby."Shemar smiled."I'm gon na be fucking your white-hot cunt while you talk to those bitches !"

Jessica grinned, looking into the camera. Shemar scooped up some of B-Love's semen from Jessica's dripping cunt and brought his hand up to her lips. Jessica looked at Shemar's finger's breadth. She sighed wantonly, opening her mouth and hungrily sucking the sticky white fluid from Shemar's long dark finger's breadth, bringing her big blue eyes up to meet the camera lens as she did so.

"Good girl."Shemar smiled, smacking Jessica's ass playfully."Now get your pretty white ass up and over there, you got a job to do !"

"Yes sir !"Jessica smiled, into the camera as a midst glob of chopper white semen slowly slid down her chin.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - function 17 : JESSICA audience MRS. Davenport


At eight o'clock one night Jessica McFarland was America's stunner, a relatively respected journalist, and a loving wife who was sitting down to interview three controversial black rappers for a inhabit pay-per-view television and internet broadcast. By ten o'clock that Saami night Jessica McFarland had been seduced, stripped, and fucked by all three black rappers, along with her personal assistant and a studio make-up girl. Now the beautiful, au naturel blonde journalist walked across the undefended central area of her tidings set toward her ground tackle desk, every seductive swing of her ass and tit captured by the studio's television camera. In the background knowledge, the large wall-sized screens that lined the back of the set were playing multiple angle of interracial sex. Some of the footage was from the rap telecasting broadcast earlier that night, some footage was of Jessica and Scots heather from earlier that night, and some footage appeared to be events transpiring at Jessica's anchor desk. When the beautiful blonde journalist reached her desk she was met with the shocking scene unfolding right before her very eyes.

Earlier that night, while Jessica was being seduced and fucked by the ‘ Shirley Temple Black Phallus'rap group at one end of the large studio set, the mathematical group's agentive role Tom Watkins had taken control of the broadcast. Watkins was now fucking Jessica's twenty-four year old personal supporter Sarah davenport on the glass-top open-front news show desk. The girlfriend that Jessica was looking at now was a far cry from the miss she'd been working with over the past year. Sarah was religious, and very buttoned-down. Even though she was engaged to be married, Sarah had remained a virgin. Now Sarah was bucking, screaming, and loving every inch of opprobrious dick and every bit of the fucking that she was getting. Jessica couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Jessica saw another smutty scantling standing at the other end of the news show desk getting his large dark cock stroked and sucked by a pretty youthful redhead wearing zero but a piffling translucent white head covering swept behind her oral sex. In presence of the intelligence desk was a beautiful forty-something redhead kneeling on the floor between two More Shirley Temple Black studs. The two men were groping and fondling the cleaning woman's sizable white bosom while she stroked and sucked their throb ebony tree rods. They were immediately joined by B-Love, the de-facto leader of the ‘ Black Phallus'rap group, who immediately asserted his authority over the early two men and guided the red-header's mouth to his own throbbing black penis.

Jessica recognized both of these red-haired beauties from the photos she'd seen on Sarah's desk. They were Sarah's sister Becky and their mother Karen ! The rappers 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 sister was a fan of the rap chemical group that Jessica was scheduled to consultation that nighttime. Sarah was so overcome with her newfound luxuria for opprobrious cock that she'd been convinced to aid Becky see the political platform that night, then make out down to the studio apartment to lose her virginity to a black man on resilient tv set ! Becky's parents had learned of the ‘ danger'their younger daughter was in and had rushed to the studio to prevent the ‘ disaster'from occurring, only to result in Mrs. Davenport herself being seduced by the raw sexual great power of black cock in a matter of minutes ! Now Mr. davenport was being tied to a nearby chair and forced to watch as his wife and daughters were about to give themselves to black cock before his eyes and the KNEN network telly cameras ! B-Love, the de-facto drawing card of the"Black Phallus"rap group, had already walked over to take over the place.

On Jessica's walk to the news desk she was accompanied by one of the knocker, Shemar. Shemar briefly assessed the scene before him, then took a president behind the newsdesk. The camera following Jessica and Shemar raised slightly, angling to show Shemar's lap and his twelve inch black hard-on pointing at the ceiling from behind the news show desk's drinking glass top ! Shemar grabbed Jessica by the wrist and dragged the giggling blond ‘ journalist'into his lap. Jessica moaned as Shemar groped her naked white soundbox with his powerful black hands and positioned her where he wanted her, her back to him, the two of them facing tv camera. Jessica looked into the lens of the camera and smiled seductively as she slowly lowered herself onto Shemar's throbbing nigrify member.

"OH GOD nookie YES ! !"The blonde moaned in cristal as her espouse white twat was once again penetrated by a prospicient, thick, chocolate-brown cock. She braced her midget albumen hands on the looking glass screen background as she rocked back and Forth River on Shemar's ebony manhood, catching a glimpse of herself in the studio monitor lizard as she did so. The thought occurred to Jessica that the tv camera angle beautifully parodied a newscast, with the ground tackle sitting at the desk, looking into United States of America's homes, only this time she was raw and being fucked by a hefty black rapper. Another wicked thought occurred to Jessica. She smiled weakly and she raised her lust-filled puritanical eyes from the Monitor and looked into the camera. Then, putting on her best on-air demonstration voice, she spoke.

"commodity eve US, I'm Jessica McFarland ... and THIS ... is have intercourse AMAZING !"

As the laugh of several black men erupted at Jessica McFarland's joke, the orgy at the news desk was joined by two more phallus. Heather and Big mike had been on the other position of the studio with Jessica, Shemar, and B-Love. Big microphone was looking down at the fairly brunet makeup young woman, staring into her adoring eyes as she lovingly her hot pinko tongue up and down his chummy black shaft. Mike thought the pretty brunette was a hot little shit, but at the Lapp time, it seemed to him that there was way too practically snowy snatch in the studio for him to company with just one lady friend. Then Big microphone saw Jessica and Shemar walking over to the anchor desk. Looking across the studio apartment, Big Mike made eye-contact with Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins, and saw him fucking Jessica's pretty blond assistant, Sarah Davenport. Watkins and Mike exchanged nods. Watkins, still looking at microphone, nodded towards Sarah. Mike looked at the blonde, bent grass over the intelligence desk, screaming as Watkins fucked her from behind. Mike looked up at Watkins again and saw Watkins nod towards heather, who was still forgetful to the tacit communication going on between the two black men.

Big Mike smiled. Watkins grinned back. Wordlessly, Big Mike pulled his shaft out of heather's mouth, picked the slender brunette up in his powerful black arms and carried her over to intelligence desk. microphone sat the naked brunet physical composition girl down on the desk right next to Sarah's sweating, bucking body. Watkins, still fucking Sarah, smiled at Big Mike, then looked down at Heather.

Heather looked up at Big mike expectantly, but he made no move towards her, instead he just looked down at her and nodded toward Watkins. Heather's middle widened, she glanced over at the screaming blond personal assistant following to her. Sara's bra and step-in were farseeing gone. Her long blond hair was matted with exertion, string of it sticking to her naked back. Her tight, round of drinks, Elwyn Brooks White ass shook with every thrust she took from Watkins. Then heather mixture's eyes rose over Watkins muscular blacken abs and dresser, visible behind his ripped-open shirt.

"I want you entertain my boy Tommy for a piece,"Big Mike casually told heather mixture,"while I get acquainted with this young lady."

"But…Mike.. I thought ... you and I would ..."Heather began to protest, but Mike ignored her. She reached for him but he turned and stepped away.

"But ... but ..."Heather continued whimpered weakly as Watkins pulled his monumental contraband dick out of Sarah's well-fucked pussy. heather immediately fell dumb, her centre locking on Watkins monolithic pitch-dark cock. Watkins smiled, placing one vauntingly contraband, paw level against Heather's subdued white titty and pushing the petite brunette backwards, laying her on her back on the desk. He slapped his big Black cock across her flat ashen belly twice, like a baseball role player 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 thrust before she could say another word. heather mixture screamed from the sudden shock and pleasure.

"But WHAT bitch ?"Watkins laughed, mocking the brunette who was now screaming in ecstasy."You thought Big Mike was gon na be your new boyfriend ? Naw ... we don't 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 hips. The blonde gasped in surprise as Mike pulled her towards him and rolled her over on her cover. The rapper leaned down, groping one of Sarah's smallish white breasts in his massive black helping hand, while kissing her passionately on the mouthpiece.

"Hey baby, I'm Big Mike."The giant black doorknocker whispered in the young blond's ear as he hulked over her slender white frame.

"Yes. Yes you are !"Sara hissed in hushed awe as she brought one of her tiny white hands up to Big Mike's muscular onyx-colored arm, over his extensive shoulder joint, and ran down his broad barrel dresser. Her middling oculus widened as her hand slipped crushed and found Big Mike's manhood rubbing against her bare white second joint. She grasped the root of the rapper's cock in her hand, feeling its distance and thickness. Her middling eyes widened again."YES YOU ARE !"

Immediately, instinctively, Sarah Davenport spread her legs widely, allowing Big Mike comfortable access to her cunt. Big Mike grinned and immediately took advantage, leaning in and slowly pushing his farsighted thick Negro putz deep inside Sarah, causing her to moan in go.

"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 receive you."

"Ssssarah…Davenport…"Sarah moaned, running her humble livid hands over Big mike's muscular black shoulders and back, exploring his body as he began thrusting into her hers."The…pleasure…is… all mine !"

Watkins wasn't being nearly so aristocratic with Heather.

"look at that, cunt !"Watkins mocked the make-up girl as he fucked her hard."Looks like your boy Big Mike found a new daughter to have it away ! You ain't his lady friend, you just a trollop ! A slut for BLACK turncock !"

"OH GOD ! OH GOD ! !"Heather cried out as she bucked her pelvic arch to match her new devotee's thrust.

"ARE YOU A Negroid COCK loose woman BITCH ?"Watkins growled at the gasping, moaning brunet make up girl."DO YOU LOVE MY BIG BLACK putz ?"

"YES ! IT'S TRUE !"Heather cried out."GOD YES ! I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK !"

"YOU'RE A total darkness COCK whore slut ! SAY IT !"Watkins commanded, hammering Heather verbally the Lapp way he was hammering her pussy with his cock.

"YES ! GOD YES ! I'M A Black person COCK WHORE !"Calluna vulgaris screamed."FUCK ME ! I'M A trollop FOR Joseph Black cock ! !"

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Calluna vulgaris Christensen hadn't told her crime syndicate 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 surprised. He'd tuned into KNEN's pay-per-view interview that night to see his preferred television personality, Jessica McFarland. He was thrilled when he saw the sexy journalist getting seduced and stripped by the rappers that she was interviewing. He never imagined he would see anything like that on live on tv set ! Then the doorknocker called the new make-up creative person into the studio…

Bob knew he should have turned the tv set off the second he saw ling walk onto the set, but he was too shocked… at least that's what he kept telling himself. He just couldn't feel away. Instead, Bob kept watching as his pretty stepdaughter was seduced and fucked by one of the rappers.

Then cameras cut away from Calluna vulgaris to insure the Sarah Davenport and the seduction of her Sister and mother. Unable to see what was happening to Heather, Bob started to occupy about his step-daughter's safety. When the cameras finally caught up with Calluna vulgaris, Bob saw her walk out and was even More concern ! He was soon relieved, but shocked, to see Heather wake up and quickly rejoin the action. Still, Bob kept watching, unable to front away. Bob stared at his stepdaughter getting fucked on screen, but he wasn't really seeing Scots 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 woman he'd fallen in love with and married only four year earlier. He was watching his married woman getting mercilessly fucked and verbally abused by the massive total darkness rapper. The sight was so hot that Bob couldn't help but stroke his cock while he watched ... and listened. But as Bob watched and listened he feared that the evening may be taking a darker bit for Heather.

‘ Big mike'had been nice in his own way, but the knocker traded Heather off for another little girl and Bob wasn't so sure about this guy. Thomas the doubting Apostle Watkins had been pretending to be some variety of anchorman but who seemed to Bob to be just as a great deal of a hood as the rappers, if not worse. Watkins seemed meaner, rougher. The ‘ anchorman'had broom pinned down on the desk, on her back, her legs facing pages and pointed up in the air… the alone clause of wear she still wore were her brake shoe. Her lithe white body glowed with hidrosis as she arched her back to match his powerful thrusts. Her shoulder-length brown hair was matted with swither, and was plastered to her cheek. Her rosebud back talk was moaning in delight as this black anchorman's'big script roamed all over her slender Edward White body ... and as his enormous black stopcock fucked her harder and harder ! All the patch, Watkins was taunting heather mixture with questions, calling her ‘ adulteress'and ‘ whore ’.

"So slut,"Watkins asked Scots heather,"What would you momma say if she knew you were a black cock fornicatress ?"

"I ... I don't know ..."heather mixture gasped breathlessly as Watkins hammered her young pussy.

"You think maybe she'd react like Mrs. Davenport over there ?"Watkins asked, lasciviously nodding towards the busty redhead mother of two on her knee joint, hungrily sucking black cock.

Heather suddenly smiled wickedly."Maybe we could find out. Would you care to adjoin my mom ?"

"Yeah,"Watkins chuckled,"maybe me and my boys will number over one nighttime. We'll have a Nice family dinner. Then we'll shag you and momma right in front end of your dada !"

"Step-dad, actually"ling giggled."His name is Bob !"

"Hey Bob !"Watkins looked into the camera,"guessing who's cumming to dinner ? A bunch of BIG BLACK nigga ... and yo'girl here ... and yo'wife ... but not you whiteboy !"

Bob Christensen felt a knot in his stomach. He'd seen what had happened with those Davenport young woman ... and their mother. He knew, without a doubt, that this step-daughter and this man were serious ... They would show up up and screw Heather and her mother right in social movement of him if they wanted, and he would be powerless to check them.

Bob Christensen suddenly came in his hand, listening to his stepdaughter reach a screaming climax from the black man's cock.


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Karen davenport had been horrified when she had arrived home earlier that night. kickoff, she arrived home to find her young daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky masturbating on the couch and watching some kind of adult television presentation that purported to be a news program. 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 former daughter, Sarah ! Sarah was on alive boob tube, being ravished by a group of predatory black thugs ! Karenic had been so distracted by the sight that she hadn't notice Becky sneaking out and taking Karen's car to motor to the same studio ! Karen immediately called her husband to issue forth filling he up and together they rushed to the studio to stop their new daughter from throwing away her virginity.

Mrs Davenport and her husband arrived at the studio after Becky, but in time to forbid her from giving her virginity to some anonymous dark men. Mrs. Davenport faced a new job however. Once in the studio apartment, she too became enthralled by the raw, sexual power of the contraband men that already seduced Sarah, and were threatening to ruin Becky. Unable to resist the taunting of her sexually-awakened daughter and the good deal of the huge bleak shaft in the elbow room, the cautious mother succumbed to her deeply repressed luxuria and ripped afford her blouse, announcing to all that she would be joining her daughters'debauched party !

In the gist of the news set, twenty dollar bill substructure from the desk where her daughter were entertaining their own black lovers, Karen Davenport stripped to her underclothes and knelt between a pitch blackness stagehand and a dark protection guard. As her horrify hubby watched helplessly from nearby, Karen started to suck and stroke these two stud poker's massive black prick while they groped and squeezed her sizeable ass and 40-DD white meat. Then Karen's bra was torn from her body and the men began to engage turning fucking her cleavage and mouth.

While Karen was lovingly entertained her two new protagonist, a third dark adonis approached the radical. He was naked, except for a span of aviator-style sunglasses with reflective lens of the eye, and an ornate gold neck chain. What Karenic really noticed though was how much bigger this new stud was than the two men she was already serving. The new man wasn't just taller than the others, his hammer was freehanded too. It was longer, thicker, and darker, swaying hypnotically as he approached, but always pointing right at her ! Had Karen been capable to take her eyes off the man's cock, she might own recognized him. She'd seen him to begin with that Nox, briefly, on her television screen door at home. He was one of the men fucking Sarah in the euphony video footage broadcast earlier that night. He was B-Love, leader of Black Phallus.

Not knowing his identity, Karenic nevertheless found herself compelled to obey her newfound inherent aptitude. So, as she continued sucking on the security guard's rooster while the stage hand squeezed and fucked her full white mammilla, Karen reached her left hired hand out and took clutch of the new stud's manhood and started to stroke it. To her surprise however, Karen's new man was not content with her aid. Karen quickly learned that this man was grating, more dominant than the other two men that she was currently entertaining.

B-Love smiled, or rather sneered, down at Karen and moved forward, forcing the stage technician aside and running his recollective pitch blackness fingers through Karen's silky red hair. He then roughly extract Karen's headland back, forcing her to bar sucking the security department guard duty's tool. As Karen gasped in surprise, B-Love pushed the security system sentry go back, then moved in closer shoving his own cock into Karen's mouth.

Karenic instinctively began to take up the new black cock in her rima oris, grasping the base of the gibe with one script, trying to control her new lover's onslaught, but to lilliputian service. This new man wasn't going to just let Karen absorb his cock, he began to thrust his pelvic arch, bound and determined to make out the pretty egg white wife's oral cavity. Karenic was quickly overwhelmed by his forcefulness, but enjoyed it ! Still, Karen wanted to remain entertaining her other two lovers, so she reached out for their peter and started stroking them. Still, the two men suddenly seemed strangely quiet and slavish in the brass of this new he-man's arrival.

B-Love grabbed Karen's radiocarpal joint, pulling her hands from the security guard's and stagehand's peter, he pulled Karen's arms upward, holding them over her head by the wrists with one powerful ignominious hand, while he reached down and groped her monumental egg white chest with the former. He looked down, seeing Karen's wedding ring on her paw, and smiled as he continued fucking the white milf's mouth.

"Hey man…"The stagehand protested.

"You two get lost."B-Love said to the other two men,"I got plans for this bitch."

The stagehand was about to protest, but B-Love flashed him a look that clearly indicated that there would be NO arguing.

The security department safety device tapped the stage technician on the shoulder joint and nodded towards the craft-services table where the studio apartment's collation were kept. The stagehand looked at the mesa, then realized what the crew extremity wanted him to see. The passably brunette studio page was hiding under the board, watching the orgy unfold in the studio apartment. She had her hand buried under her skirt, masturbating, obviously turned on by the issue she was watching but too afraid to participate. The stagehand smiled at the protection guard, who returned his the smile. The two men backed away from Karen and rushed to the board. The stagehand dived under the table from the figurehead. The shocked page girl tried to escape behind the table, but the security guard leapt over the mesa and blocked her way of life. Within seconds, all three were under the board. The girls frightened shrieks quickly turned to laughter and sidesplitter of love as her sport jacket, tie, and blouse flew up into the air from beneath the table.

B-Love pulled his cock from Karen's backtalk. The shocked and flustered Aythya americana gasped for air as B-Love picked her up in one swift motion and carried her around the backbone of the newsdesk. He sat Karen in a chairperson at the desk. To one side, Karenic saw Jessica McFarland, who was sitting in Shemar's lap and being fucked reverse-cowgirl stylus. To her other slope, Karen saw her older girl Sarah, on her back, being fucked by a burly, brawny ignominious man. Further down the desk, Karen saw Becky, sitting naked in a total darkness macho-man's lap and giggling, stroking his cock. The black studhorse was boldly kissing and caressing Becky's freckled face and mature breasts. Karen gasped as she felt a pair of gravid, knock-down hands suddenly grabbing both of her own wide, milky Andrew Dickson White titty and squeezing them roughly. The buxom redhead reflexively grabbed the hands on her titmouse, glancing down and admiring the contrast between her lenient white skin and the benighted powerful hands that groped her 40DD titty. She looked straight up, seeing that B-Love towering above her, standing behind her electric chair, and reaching around from behind to play with her. Then Karen felt something large, laboured, and fond dragging across her bare berm. Looking over, Karen saw the fully upright distance of B-Love's massive black cock resting on her milky White shoulder and dripping thick, pearly pre-cum on her quivering tit shape. She immediately reached up to it with one hand and lifted the heavy, thick penis to her backtalk, lovingly kissing and sucking the drumhead while pumping the long, ebony cock and drinking the stud's pre-cum.

The photographic camera angle pulled back, showing the vista of the buxom, married, mother of two sitting at the glass-top news desk and having her bare breasts fondled by a magniloquent, muscular nigrify man while she sucked his putz. The television camera pulled out more, widening the shot to admit the public figure of Jessica McFarland, sitting in her fateful lover's lap at the intelligence desk, facing the camera. Jessica ground her ass against Shemar's lap, her breast swaying gently, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly and biting her downcast lip. Shemar nudged Jessica slightly, causing her to afford her middle. Jessica found herself looking directly into the camera… and the nearby digital teleprompter, where she saw some textbook for her to read.

"dame 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 desk by Karen Davenport. Mrs. Davenport is the mother of KNEN's own Sarah Davenport, and seems to have become recruited, like her daughter and myself, into the ranks of women who appreciate the transcendency of the black male and succumbed to the sexual powerfulness of big black cock. Good evening Mrs. Davenport…"

Jessica looked expectantly at the middling Elwyn Brooks White housewife sitting beside her. Karen, however, was lost in her own world, sucking B-Love's peter and stroking it with one hand, while her other hand helped B-Love grope her bosom. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly, the phone muffled by B-Love's thick black putz flesh.

"Mm…Mm…M….Mrs. davenport ?"Jessica asked again, reaching out and gently touching the redheaded woodpecker's arm.

Karen's eyes shot subject when she felt Jessica's hired hand on her articulatio humeri. B-Love sneered and slipped his cock from Karen's mouth. Karen, still stroking B-Love's hammer with one script, tried to be given over and take it into her mouth again, but B-Love pulled back slightly.

"gripe is gon na ask you some questions."B-Love said."You need to answer them for the multitude watching this. You keep stroking this nigga prick though."

Karen looked into the camera. The billet finally started to drop in. She was sitting at the news program desk, on television camera, on television… sucking a ignominious man's prick while he fondled her white meat. Now he wanted her to answer inquiry ! She looked back at B-Love's black cock in her hand, desperate for it to be in her rima oris again, or substantially yet, in her slit. She realized that whatever this man told her to do… she'd do it. She continued stroking B-Love's cock, but turned to face Jessica.

"G-g…Good eve Jessica."Karen spoke softly, still slightly embarrassed by her predicament.

"Good evening Mrs Davenport, welcome to ‘ The Whole Truth ’."Jessica McFarland's articulation cracked slightly as Shemar shifted his cock inside her cunt. She gripped the desktop in her hand, awkwardly reading the teleprompter. Somebody in the theatre director's booth was having fun with her, typing these embarrassing comment and head 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 stop tonight's events."

"I…I…"Karen hesitated. She glanced up at B-Love, unsure of what to say. B-Love just nodded at her."I…guess that's true."

"You opine ?"Jessica asked, adopting a slightly more aggressive tone."You came here tonight with the express mail purpose of stopping your one-time daughter Sarah from continuing to have sex with contraband men AND to forbid your daughter Becky from losing her virginity to a black man. True or false ?"

"I…I…"Karenic blushed, embarrassed. She knew she was going to be tormented now, teased, punished for her earlier hesitance in the cheek of her ‘ black lord ’."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 her bitchy, confrontational journalist demeanor while he continued fucking her."And how did you retrieve out about this evening's outcome ?"

"I came domicile tonight and found Becky…"Karen glanced at Becky, sitting in her would-be lover's lap at the end of the word desk. Becky was stroking his cock while he rubbed her Virgo the Virgin pussy, the two were passionately kissing."I found my youngest daughter watching television…your show….and …and…touching herself."

"Masturbating ?"Jessica pressed. fuck the teleprompter. She knew where this was going. She knew what they wanted her to do.

"Yes."

"Say it."B-Love interrupted.

Karenic looked up at B-Love, still stroking his pecker."Masturbating."She said quietly.

"And what role of the show was Becky watching ?"Jessica asked.

"She…"Karen hesitated again, not wanting to answer."She was watching…a medicine video."

"Which one ?"Jessica pressed, relentlessly.

"Sarah !"Karen whimpered."She was watching the one with Sarah !"

"Her own sister ?"Jessica asked in mock incredulity."She was masturbating while watching her own Sister ?"

"Yes !"Karenic 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 flock of Sarah getting fucked by total darkness men turned your daughter Becky on so much that she started masturbating ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes."Karen said quietly.

"Shocking !"Jessica teased."It turned Becky on so a good deal that she snuck out of your star sign and came down to our studio apartment tonight, to suffer her virginity. Is that right ?"

Karen didn't answer.

"Is that right ?"Jessica asked again.

"Yes !"Karen hissed.

"And you ?"Jessica asked."The peck of your daughter with Joseph Black men turned you on so much that you came down to our studio to get fucked by a melanise man tonight ?"

"What ? No."Karen said, suddenly regretting the satire of her abnegation while stroking B-Love's cock."No ! I came here to break off her."

"Did you ?"Jessica asked.

"Yes ! I called Frank… my husband… for help."

"You called hot dog ?"Jessica asked."He wasn't already at household ?"

"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 lady friend that their virginity is precious, and not to make sex before marriage."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock.

"No."Jessica shook her head."I meant why would you bear your husband take the time to pick you up at base before coming to the studio ?"Jessica asked.

"I… I wanted to help… him…help him get Heather."Karen said.

"But you knew what was happening in the studio."Jessica pushed."You be intimate what Scots heather would do, if you didn't get here in metre. Again, why make your husband waste time picking you up before he came to the studio apartment ?"

"I told you… I wanted to avail my girl !"Karen blushed and stopped."I mean…"

Jessica pounced on Karen's Freudian slip-up."You wanted to help your daughters ?"The pretty blonde smiled.

"I wanted to help protect them !"Karenic blushed."I wanted to end them !"

"But you didn't."Jessica said."You had the opportunity. Your daughter even said they'd stop if you just told them to blockade, 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 prick in her mitt, then back at Jessica.

"The black men ?"Jessica asked."Was it the black men that changed your mind, Mrs. Davenport."

"Yes."Karen whispered her answer.

"I'm sorry ?"Jessica asked.

"YES !"Karen hissed."The Shirley Temple men changed my mind… seeing these… BIG…BLACK COCKS in person ! My daughters seemed so well-chosen ! 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 turn back myself ! Just looking at all these MEN….with these BIG lightlessness COCKS ! I mean… they're just so… BIG… so much gravid than…"Karen paused… glancing at her husband… then back at B-Love's rooster in her hand."Frank, I'm sorry…but…these inglorious cocks… THIS BLACK COCK… is just… so much BIGGER than yours !"

"I see you've already met B-Love."Jessica smiled."As you know B-Love is a very gifted rap artist with the chemical group"Black phallus ”. Are you a fan ?"

"I…I… uh…"Karenic stammered, blushing. She smiled, bashfully, glancing between Jessica's big blue eyes and B-Love's big lightlessness stopcock."I'm not… comrade with… Mr. dearest's… music… but… he… certainly seems very talented."Karen looked at B-Love's cock in her deal."I'm sure he's…very….very… talented !"

"Oh yes !"Jessica giggled."I can promise you, he is exceedingly talented…. The whole radical is. I can personally bear witness to that… and of course, so can Sarah."

B-Love smiled…. Not a smirk… but a broad grin.

"S-Sarah ?"Karen whispered, her blueish eyes widening.

"Didn't I mention baby ?"B-Love grinned."That big nigga rooster you been suckin'… that's the one that took your Sarah's virginity endure night."

"OH GOD, WHAT ? OH GOD !"Karen gasped sharply.

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica prodded."The dark rooster you've been sucking tonight is the same one that took your daughter's virginity. How does that defecate you feel ?"

Karen's head reeled at the revelation, ineffectual to process, let alone answer Jessica's head. Karen began to take a breather heavily, almost hyperventilating. The huge black rooster in her hand… the Sami cock she had just had in her mouth… was the exact Sami one that had taken her senior daughter's virginity ! Karen looked over at Sarah, laying on the desk just three feet away, being fucked mercilessly by another powerful untried black man. Karen looked at B-Love's Brobdingnagian black cock, watching it drip another mucilaginous wad of pre-cum on her heaving alabaster tit as she continued pumping it."OH MYGOD ! …Oh MY GOD ! OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod ! !"

"I'm being told…. Yes…"Jessica said, in her best presenting vocalization,"Yes… we have video footage from that night… shot by our very own Thomas Watkins !"

The large LCD bulwark nearest to the anchorman desk flickered to life history, immediately displaying the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah, confronting Sarah's mother with the world. The image was shaky, slightly blurry cell-phone tv camera video, but unmistakably Sarah and B-Love. Karen saw B-Love fucking Sarah, taunting her about how recently she'd been a virgin… how long she'd waited… how she'd even refused to hold sex with her fiance until their upcoming hymeneals. Sarah was screaming out frustrated response, yet obviously loving every moment of it… and every inch of that resplendent ebony hammer that was taking her wanted heyday !

"Mrs. Davenport,"Jessica commentated as the camera focused on Karen Davenport staring at the hulk LCD screen behind her while stroking B-Love's cock."You are watching footage of your girl getting fucked by the very Sami cock you were just fucking. The cock that was in your backtalk bit ago has fucked your daughter. Your chemical reaction please ?"

Karen's stared at the floor-to-ceiling LCD silver screen, her blue leafy vegetable eyes wide with shock. The footage didn't horrify her however, it excited her. Karen continued watching her daughter on the concealment. Sarah seemed to radiate with happiness and pridefulness. Karen thought her daughter never looked so beautiful. Karen watched the filmdom and pumped B-Love's putz faster and faster, placing both her tiny Patrick Victor Martindale White script on his shaft. Karen began to snog, lick, and suck B-Love's hammer, worshipping the Lapp cock that she was watching take her oldest daughter's virginity on the colossus LCD.

"Mrs. davenport, we see that as you watch this footage of your onetime daughter getting fucked by B-Love, you've felt compelled to begin sucking his tool again ... the same putz that you're watching fuck your older daughter's formerly virgin pussy. Can we usurp that you condone your daughter Sarah's loss of virginity to B-Love ?"Jessica asked coolly, unabated by Karen's obvious inability to suffice her. Jessica knew that answers weren't really the point. This was all a debauched show now… a demonstration of the power of black turncock over a white wife and mother.

Karen heard every embarrassing question and teasing comment that Jessica put to her, but everything the naked blonde anchorwoman said just seemed to fuel the beautiful redhead's lust. Karen dropped one of her hired hand from B-Love's cock and pushed it into the girdle of her pantie, wantonly rubbing her pussy inside her panties ... her actions clearly visible to the camera, thanks to the authorize looking glass top of the keystone desk. At the same time, Karen began more enthusiastically sucking B-Love's tool, licking the duration of the ebony shaft and trying to conduct as much of it into her mouth as she could as she watched the footage of B-Love fucking Sarah.

"Some mass might say that this is amiss ..."Jessica wryly commented as she continued riding Shemar's cock and ‘ interviewing'Karen Davenport."You are whiten wife who is engaging in sexual action with a Joseph Black man on live television set, while her husband is forced to learn. You are doing so while watching footage of your oldest girl losing her virginity to the same black turncock that you are sucking right now. That same daughter is getting fucked by another black man, right wing adjacent to you ... while your young daughter's virginity is under threat from yet another big black putz ? Isn't all this untimely, Mrs davenport ?"

Karenic rubbed her twat frantically as she furiously sucked and pumped B-Love's cock. She could feel her upheaval building, her whole body trembling. Jessica's Litany of input pushed the degraded wife and female parent over the edge, and Karen Davenport shook, letting B-Love's peter berth from her mouth as she threw her psyche back and screamed.

"Did you just have an sexual climax Mrs Davenport ?"Jessica boldly asked, then leaned in finisher to Karen and whispered one more question."Are we to take this as an countenance of the might of hot ... throbbing ... potent ... nigga cock ?"

"YOU WANT AN ENDORSMENT BITCH ?"Karenic gasped, her mouth finally able to react to her tormentor."How is this for an warrant ?"

Karen turned her chair slightly and cupped her grievous white breast, pushing them up and around, cradling B-Love's cock in her milky alabaster cleavage and stroking his foresightful, duncish, throbbing dark shaft with her soft, creamy tit flesh.

"FUCK ME YOU BIG jigaboo toughie !"Karen growled, looking up at B-Love, seeing her contemplation in his glasses. Her use of the racial epithet had the exact effect she hoped for, and B-Love began thrusting his rose hip and fast, roughly squeezing and fucking her huge gabardine breasts.

"KAREN ! !"hotdog davenport cried from across the studio apartment, where he was still tied to a chair."MY GOD ! NO, WHAT ARE YOU saying !"

"I'M expression THAT THIS NIGGER tough IS More MAN MY HUSBAND COULD EVER promise TO BE !"Karenic shouted in response to her husband, but wouldn't even address the reply to him, instead, she looked into the tv camera."I WANT THIS BIG NIGGER goon TO screwing ME WITH THIS BIG Joseph Black COCK ... JUST LIKE HE FUCKED MY DAUGHTER !"

"NO ! GOD DAMMIT Karenic NO ! ! !"weenie Davenport let out a loud, heaving sob of protestation ,."PLEASE ! YOU CAN'T DO THIS ! YOU'RE MY married woman ! I LOVE YOU ! !"

"I'M SORRY Frank !"Karen screamed B-Love fucked her breasts faster and faster."BUT I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S ilk TO BE FUCKED BY A real number MAN ! Try to interpret frank ... Sarah stayed a virgin for SO long ! She rejected so many men over the age, she resisted, even after becoming engaged to be married ... then ... then she met THIS MAN ... and she gave in ! She let this beautiful, beautiful blacken strong-armer drive what she'd so preciously guarded all her life ... doesn't that Tell you anything ? I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT IT'S the like ! I NEED TO BE FUCKED BY THIS BIG Negroid coon COCK !"

"YOU GOT TO EARN IT beef !"B-Love bellowed."ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE READY TO DO WHAT IT TAKES ?"

"GOD YES !"Karen screamed."I'LL DO ANYTHING ... EVERYTHING YOU WANT ME TO DO, IF YOU PROMISE TO fucking ME WITH THIS BIG lightlessness COCK !"

"Karenic PLEASE ! DON'T DO THIS !"wiener cried,"THINK OF BECKY !"

"OH GOD YES !"Karen shouted."WHAT ABOUT BECKY ? DO YOU wishing BECKY ? DO YOU desire TO take MY OTHER DAUGHTER'S VIRGINITY ? I BET YOU'D like THAT, WOULDN'T YOU, YOU NASTY Negro punk !"

"KAREN ! ! NO ! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?"wienerwurst screamed in revulsion.

"offer UP YOUR girl TO ME."B-Love laughed."THAT'S A trade good START BITCH !"

Karen screamed."YES ! YES ! I WANT THIS BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL BLACK THUG TO FUCK ME WITH HIS BIG BLACK hammer .... AND THEN ... I WANT HIS BIG BLACK coon COCK TO yield BECKY'S VIRGINITY ! !"

"Karen NO ! HAVE YOU doomed YOUR head ?"Frank cried.

"SHE SHO HAS !'B-Love mocked the whimpering gabardine husband as he fucked his wife's breasts."She outta her MIND with lust for my nigra gumshoe ! Let this be a deterrent example to you whiteboy, passel with the power of blackcock and you lose ! You shoulda celebrate your girl at home tonight ! Now your wife loses her mind to black-market cock. Your daughter lose their virginity to black cock. But you, whiteboy, are the giving loser ... cause you lose THEM to inkiness pecker ! Your wife and daughter belong to US now. YOU LOSE WHITEBOY ... AND I FUCKING WIN !"

B-Love bellowed again as he turned his side towards Karenic again. His rippling Black muscularity tensed and his big black jumped between Karen's titty and erupted, blasting Karen's pretty face, beautiful red hair, and milky white bosom with threatening ball of gooey, hot, semen.

"Fuck me ... fuck my girl ... fuck me ... sleep together my daughter ..."Karenic gasped, whispering excitedly over and over, cum dripping from her Kuki-Chin, onto her huge, heaving breast.

"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 disgraceful tool."kickoff you're gon na have to get me heavy 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 need that ring."B-Love grinned.

"My ... my wedding ring ?"Karenic whimpered, furrowing her supercilium. She looked up at B-Love's necklace ... the Au Ernst Boris Chain made of associate wedding ringing, involvement gang, even some opal ‘ promise'rings like Becky's."But why ?"

"I collect them from all the cleaning lady I take from white men."B-Love sneered."It's a pledge to me, a demonstration of your commitment to black male person mastery, 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. Karen glanced at her ring, then at her husband."

"That's not going to be a job, is it ?"B-Love asked.

Karen looked back at her ring, glittering gold on her finger's breadth, then she looked at B-Love's vast black cock. Even diffused, it was bigger than her husband's white erection.

"I should warn you Karen,"B-Love teased."If you don't give me your wedding mob, 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 touch you if you keep that wedding ring."B-Love added,"So I'll ask you one finally time, is it a problem ?"

"No !"Karenic hurriedly responded, quickly slipping the tiny gold dance orchestra from her fingerbreadth and offering it up to B-Love. The scourge of not getting fucked by a big pitch-dark stopcock terrified her."I don't need it anymore. delight, take it. It's yours ... just like me."

"Good girl."B-Love grinned, his cock rigidifying as he added Karen's wedding gang to a broken link in his chain ... the link was Jessica McFarland's wedding ring, which he'd added earlier that nighttime."Now then Mrs. Davenport, are you ready for the future step in your worship of the might of black cock ?"

"Yes."Karen said, smiling at B-Love's growing smuggled extremity, taking it in her hand."Oh God I'm so quick !"

Frank Davenport hung his head in shame. Looking down in his lap, he saw that he had an erection ... and a wet spot in his pants where he had cum. bout stung his impertinence, red with embarrassment. Even with all his protest, he'd become sexually aroused seeing his wife being ravished by that black goon ... a superior black male. wienerwurst, to his shame, found himself believing that his response truly was ‘ only natural ’.


END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Frank Davenport loved his wife. It broke his spunk whenever anything upset Karen and when she'd called his cell earlier that night, she was more perturbation than he'd ever heard her. wienerwurst could barely empathize Karen between her gasps and shit, but she managed to tell him that she needed him home immediately, that their daughters needed his assistant. Frank davenport loved his daughters. He would do anything to protect them. He and Karenic had raised Sarah and Rebecca so lovingly, instilling the two with his conservative notion, protecting them from the evils of the world, and watching them both of them blossom into two beautiful, mature, Loretta Young women. But Karen told him Sarah had done something dreaded, that Becky was in danger of doing something awful… that he needed to come home right away, to beak Karenic 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 husband and founder did.

frankfurter rushed home, picked Karen up, and let her explicate the unbelievable events that she had witnessed that night… Sarah seduced… Becky sneaking away from home… but he could barely believe what Karen told him was happening… but when he and Karen got inside the studio, dog had no choice but to believe ... he was tied to a death chair and forced to look out in lost horror as television receiver camera captured every second of his loving syndicate's debauched dissolution.

wienerwurst Davenport SAW his beautiful his onetime daughter Sarah, naked, surrounded by telly cameras and being fucked senseless by a total darkness thug. Frank SAW his younger daughter, eighteen-year-old Becky walk naked into the studio apartment, and escorted by a naked black strong-armer and set out to stroke and nurse that tough's black cock. Frank SAW his wife Karenic, unable to look away from her daughters, listening to their supplication ... their DEMANDS that she join them. Frank then SAW his wife staring, seduced by the Brobdingnagian black cocks that were exposed to her. dog SAW his loyal wife manner of walking into the disturbance, ignoring his objection. frank SAW his strong-willed wife surrounded by Black studs and succumbing to their seduction. Frank SAW his beautiful wife strip down to her scanty as the pitch-black men amused themselves with her curvaceous Edward Douglas White Jr. body. wiener SAW his loving spiritual married woman fall to her stifle and idolise calamitous cock, letting her pretty nerve and soft boob be fucked by not one by three smutty macho-man. Then Frank saw his wife led to the anchor desk to be interviewed by the beautiful television personality Jessica McFarland. As Karen was interviewed by Jessica, each woman was sexually dominated by a black knocker. hot dog Davenport SAW all of this, powerless to cease any of it ... tied to a chair, helplessly watching as his beautiful kinfolk was stolen from him… and never in his life history had he been so aroused. hot dog could feel his meek T. H. White phallus, small compared to the dim cocks he saw in the studio, stiffening in his gasp as he listened to his wife describe the events of that night… the horrifying fault that Frank had made by bringing his wife with him to the studio. Then Frank SAW his wife showered with coon semen as she begged to be fucked by the huge blackamoor rapper. Then wiener saw his wife slip the wedding ring from her finger and offer both it and their untried daughter's virginity to the black knocker that towered over her. Frank protested weakly, but could feel his pocket-size Edward Douglas White Jr. hard-on spurting cum into his trouser as his family fell apart. He was ashamed, but aroused, and unable to take his eyes off his the beautiful wife he'd just lost.

Karen davenport spared a brief glance at her hubby, tied to his death chair, a wet spot visible in his pants. He looked so pitiful. She watched him wiggle in his president as she scooped the thick, hot chunk of her black lover's seed 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 typeface and boob, Karenic sat back in her electric chair at the ground tackle desk, looking up at her beautiful black Adonis expectantly, adoringly, awaiting his next instruction. She didn't have to hold back 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 quick glance, then returning her adoring down in the mouth eyes to the disgraceful rapper towering over her."Would you….rip them ? please ?"

B-Love said nix, instead he just smiled, reached down and hooked two recollective Black fingerbreadth under the waistline band of Karenic's lace panties… then tugged backwards, hard. The material tore immediately. Karen laughed. frank moaned. The doorknocker tugged again, another sharp ripping sound was picked up by the studio microphones. Karen kicked her long, still white peg in the air a bit, and B-Love stood up straight, lifting one hand high above his head word, holding Karen's torn lace panties up in the air like a prize. He looked triumphantly at dog, then casually tossed the tattered unmentionable through the air.

Frank winced. When he opened his eyes again, he found his wife's charge lace panties sitting in his lap. He looked up at his married woman again, naked in her chairperson at the anchor desk, with the exception of the Au hybridization 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 hand as she leaned back in her chair and used her other deal to feel her pussy.

B-Love backed away, preventing Karenic from pulling his cock any finisher. He dropped a hand down to her nude married slit and boldly knocked her hand away, shoving one, then two fingers into her garden pink velvet folds. Karen moaned wantonly, arching her dorsum, her good gabardine knocker heaving and quivering.

"Sorry baby, you ain't wet enough fo'this big dick yet."B-Love said, fingering the red-haired wife's pussy."This ain't your husband's lil'white prick. You gon na birth to be A LOT surface-active agent if you expect to take a inkiness MAN'S COCK !"

"PLEASE !"Karen begged, squirming desperately in her chairwoman."I can get wet for you. I'll rub my pussy… I'll make it so wet for you ! I NEED your pecker ! Please ! I'll do anything it takes."

"Yeah…"B-Love sneered."You will do whatever it takes, you can be sure of that. What I think we're gon na motivation here is some tongue body of work in that pussy to get you going."

"Oh God yes !"Karen smiled."Yes, please, eat my pussy !"

"Oh no."B-Love chuckled."I wasn't talking about me. I had somebody else in mind."B-Love called over to Karen's husband."What you think Frankie-boy ? Who do you think I should get to eat your wife's sweetness lilliputian pussy and get it good and wet for my nigga cock ?"

wienerwurst davenport raised his eyes to meet B-Love's mocking interpreter. From the rapper's tone, Frank assumed someone was about to loosen him from his president and force him to enter in his spousal relationship's defilement. No one made a move towards weenie, and the egg white married man and don remained helplessly tied to the chair. Confused, dog looked up into B-Love's expressionless face, the doorknocker's reflective sunglass preventing him from reading the thug's aim. When the knocker was for sure he had the Frank's attention, he spoke again.

"WHAT WHITEBOY ?"B-Love taunted."You thought I was gon na thrust yo'dumb ass a bone ? You thought I was gon na let you anywhere NEAR your married woman's hot cunt ? fucking YOU, gull !"

B-Love stepped away from hot dog's wife, and looked over at their older daughter, Sarah.

"NO ! GOD DAMN IT, NO !"Frank heaved angrily as he follwed B-Love's gaze and saw the rapper consider a step towards Sarah, who at that here and now was still being fucked by Big Mike.

Big mike nodded at B-Love and smiled, the two rappers ignoring Frank 's useless protests. The muscle-bound rapper slapped the petite blonde help on the ass and lifted her from the desk. B-Love lifted Karen Davenport up from the chair and laid her on her back, on the desk and spread her wooden leg wide.

"Wha…what are they doing with my mom and Sarah ?"Becky Davenport whispered excitedly to her big blackened ‘ champion'that she'd ‘ met'on the telephone. She still hadn't been fucked by him yet, but she stroked and sucked his pecker as she watched her female parent and sister. `` Oh my God ! Are they ... they 're not going to ... Oh MY ! ``

"Shhhhh, just watch and see, baby doll."the rivet hushed the red-haired teen, dropping a large black hand in her lap and fingering her fervid snatch as she watched her mother and sister. He would much rather be fucking the little girl but knew that B-Love would want the honor of taking the missy's virginity. No issue, he was enjoying the blowjob and handjob the lady friend was giving him and he promised himself he'd fuck her tight white ass later that night, after B-Love had his fun. For the time being though, he toyed with the naïve redhead, guiding her handwriting to her own twat, gently pushing her to jack off as she watched the natural process unfold.

Karenic Davenport was in a haze, ineffectual to embrace what was happening. As she lay back on the desk, stage spread, Karen saw her daughter Sarah being led over by B-Love and Big Mike. The two grim doorknocker guided Sarah over to her female parent, turning her to face Karen's wide of the mark spread head peg. mike then took a lieu standing behind Sarah, groping her from behind as the pretty blonde looked down at her bare, vulnerable mother. B-Love stepped back slightly, allowing Mike to stand Sarah closer to the desk, closer to her mother's ranch legs. Karenic saw B-Love whisper something in her daughter's ear before he backed away. Sarah's middle widened and she gasped and smiled. Big Mike then pushed Sarah forward, bending her over slightly and once again thrusting his vast, throbbing black humanness deep into her slender White body. Sarah let liberate a loud, wanton groan and her knees buckled, forcing her to trip up forward and steady her hands against the desktop on either side of her mother's prostrate form. Sarah's precarious billet didn't seem to slow the relentless pace of Big Mike's thrusts, in fact he started to bonk the jolly blonde twenty-something even harder. Karen looked up between her spread legs, watching her daughter Sarah getting fucked mercilessly from hindquarters. Then Karenic noticed her daughter's heart glazing over with lust as Big microphone began to gently press her girl's look lower, closemouthed to Karen's defencelessly pussy. As her daughter's pretty face gently grazed Karen's smooth white thighs, Karenic realized what was about to encounter. Even as aroused as Mrs. davenport was, she thought it was going too far, yet could barely bring herself to protest.

"Sarah !"Mrs. davenport weakly gasped, feeling her girl's hot breathing spell on her pussy."Wha…what are you doing ?"

"Oh mom…"Sarah sighed, her pretty face hovering over her female parent's flaming hot cunt."They… they want me to get you quick for them ! They want me…to get you…WET !"

"B-But…I…I'm…"Karenic whimpered."I'm your female parent ! You can't…do…THAT to me !"

"Oh but mom, I have to do it !"Sarah smiled eagerly at her mother."They WANT us to do it… they said it would be so hot… and whatever they want… I GIVE THEM. I have to yield them what they want. I WANT to give them what they want… I want to give them anything… and everything… they want. Don't you mom ? Don't YOU WANT to hold these dumbfound Shirley Temple Black MEN EVERYTHING THEY WANT ?"

"Yeah ‘ mom ’,"B-Love said, walking around the glass-top desk and standing beside Karen's psyche, his vast black cock hanging ponderously above her font. He boldly grabbed one of Karen's monumental, jiggling white nipple and with one potent Negroid, hand and kneading the soft ivory flesh."Don't you want to give 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 moan suddenly turned to yell as Big Mike increased the step and loudness of his poke. Lost in a swarm of lecherousness, Sarah stumbled forward again. In doing so, Sarah's back talk briefly, barely, grazed her mother's fiery pussy.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed at the new mavin on her pussy. Involuntarily, she bucked her rosehip and closed her legs, inadvertently trapping her daughter's head between her thighs, and forcing Sarah's gasping pink mouth into her cunt. Karen immediately realized what she'd done and disperse her thigh to unblock her girl 's straits ... but it was too late !

Crazed with lust and eagre to please her black masters, Sarah wasted no time exploiting her new ‘ quandary ’. The jolly blond girl began to gently kiss the easygoing pink flock of her own mother's cunt !

Karen looked down over her own worm ovalbumin soundbox, between her heaving whitish livid breasts and widespread creamy white second joint and saw her pretty blonde daughter's big disconsolate centre boldly staring back at her.

"Sarah… NO !"Karenic hissed a faint protest. She was ignored.

Instead, Sarah delved a bit further, found her mother 's clitoris, and gingerly dragged her wet pink lingua across it.

"NO…OH… Sarah ! OH…Oh…OH ! OHHHHH ! ! ! !"Karenic's protests disappeared into a howl of ecstasy as her own daughter's tongue made contact with her clit. Involuntarily, the buxom redheaded wife bucked her pelvis again to fulfill her daughter's gentle kisses.

Emboldened by her female parent's reaction and her own furious lust, Sarah Davenport pushed her knife into her mother's kitty-cat, brazenly and purposefully probing its astuteness, causing Karen to scream.

Tears welled in Karen Davenport's heart as she winced and threw her head back, ineffectual to resist any Sir Thomas More, surrendering to the debauchery and allowing her previous girl to eat her kitty !

"There you go !"B-Love laughed as he rubbed his huge black cock all over the riotous livid mother's face."What a strumpet ! You love having your girl eat that fucking white cunt of yours, don't you ? You love it ! SAY IT !"

"Oh God…I roll in the hay it !"Karen whimpered, then screamed."I LOVE IT !"

"You love doing it in social movement of your husband !"B-Love taunted.

"YES ! OH GOD YES !"Karen screamed, bucking her pelvic arch into Sarah's face.

"Karenic, MY GOD !"wiener violently shook his head in mental rejection, his wife's red-blooded screech echoing in his mind. He called to Sarah."Sarah ! STOP THAT AT ONCE ! DO YOU HAVE ANY idea WHAT YOU'RE DOING ?"

"OH…Oh Frank… TRUST ME…"Karen moaned shamelessly as she bucked her pelvis against her daughter's probing pink tongue."Sarah DEFINITELY knows what she's doing !'

"Karenic !"hot dog screamed."FOR GOD'S saki ! She's our daughter ! She's YOUR daughter !"

"My daughter…"Karen Davenport screamed…"IS SO trade good AT feeding pussycat ! MY girl IS devising ME… CUM ! ! OH GOD ! OH SARAH ! YES ! YES !"

Frank Davenport watched helplessly as his oldest daughter ate his married woman's pussy. The large wall-screen in the studio set showed a close up of Sarah 's moderately aspect buried between Karen 's legs. The pathetic husband shook his head and groaned in frustration, unable to stop the debauched events unfolding before his center. He looked away from the disgusting spectacle, only to have got his center fall upon another horrifying sight… his youthful girl !

Becky Davenport watched intently as her former sister ate their mother's pussy. The young red-header's pert young breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, one tiny white hand frantically rubbing her pussy while the former stroked a big blackness turncock. Her eye fell upon her sister's face, buried in her mother's bitch. Becky involuntarily licked her lip and whimpered… the lilliputian little"Oh !"escaping her lips.

It was just loud enough to cue B-Love of her presence.

"OH !"B-Love sneered."looking over there Mrs. Davenport ! Becky's watching you ! Your eighteen-year-old virgin girl is watching her big babe eating momma's pussy. Then she's hearing momma screaming and going Buck state of nature ! What do you think she's making of all this ?"

"OH BECKY !"Karen moaned, wildly kicking her yearn white legs in the air and purposefully grinding her pussy against her sure-enough girl's boldness as she turned her drumhead to see Becky. The middle-aged Elwyn Brooks White wife and mother blushed when she looked into her daughter's wide downcast heart, but she couldn't look away. Becky was naked and masturbating while giving a big shameful scantling a hand-job… and looking more beautiful than Karen had ever seen her.

Becky met her mother's bluish-violet eyes and also blushed. Unlike her mother, Becky felt compelled to count away in embarrassment and dropped her gaze to the studio apartment floor. Yet Becky found herself ineffective to balk raising her oculus discreetly as her side still pointed towards the floor.

"It's alright sweetie."Karenic whimpered, consoling her embarrassed virginal girl."You…you can watch."

'' Yeah cosset girl. Watch. '' B-Love growled. `` lookout man yo'mummy get her pussycat eaten by your big sistah. '' The knocker turned back to Karen."Hey momma, why don't you tell your untested daughter how it feels to have her big Sister eating your cunt ?"B-Love quietly suggested.

"OH GOD !"Karen screamed as she felt her orgasm building."PLEASE !"

"Tell HER, loose woman !"B-Love shouted."Tell her how in effect it feels ! William Tell her you LOVE it !"

"I LOVE IT !"Karen yelled."I LOVE IT ! IT flavor SO GOOD ! OH GOD BECKY IT'S SO GOOD !"

Becky stared silently into her mother's blue-violet oculus. The Loretta Young redheaded woodpecker's mouth was outdoors, gasping for air as she rubbed her young purulent faster and faster, bucking her hips to gather her own eager finger's breadth. It wasn't enough ... she was desperate for more. She let go of the black-market prick she stroked with one hand and put both of her hands in her pussycat, wildly finger-fucking herself with both hands. It still wasn't enough. She bit her lower lip in intimate frustration as she watched her mother and Sister cavorting with one of her favorite rappers and another big disgraceful stud. Her eyes fell upon her sister's case, buried in her mother's pussy. Becky involuntarily licked her lips.

B-Love smiled at Becky. He glanced over at the scantling she'd been stroking. Without a word being exchanged, the scantling knew that B-Love wanted him to second off. He'd get his chance soon enough.

"Tell Becky how WET it's making you !"B-Love prompted Karen."Tell her how WET and READY Sarah's tongue is making you for YOUR number one HUGE NIGGA COCK !"

"Oh YES !"Karenic moaned, staring into Becky's eyes."I'm SO WET rightfulness NOW ! I'm SO READY !"

"And what about Becky ?"B-Love asked Mrs. Davenport."Do you think SHE'S ready yet ?"

Becky's and Karenic's eyes widened when they heard B-Love's question. Karen looked at her beautiful virgin daughter. Looking back into her mother's center, Becky faintly smiled.

"I…I…"Karen stammered, surprised by the interrogative sentence. Karen wanted to produce these beautiful black men happy. She wanted to gift them everything they wanted ... and they wanted BOTH her daughter ! Still, as aroused as Karen was, she still felt worried for her youthful girl. All of these men were very orotund, and Becky was petite ... and still a virgin. Karen was n't sure Becky could treat a vast opprobrious cock. `` I ... I do n't know. ``

'' You do n't experience ? '' B-Love smirked, and glanced at the pretty teen red-header. `` Well, let 's ascertain out, shall we ? '' Turning, the onyx skinned knocker walked slowly, but purposefully over towards Becky.

The reasonably red-haired teenager quickly stood up from her chair to greet the knocker. `` Hi, I 'm Becky. I 'm a big fan of ... of ... a big ... a ... big ... BIG ... oh ... BIG ! ''

Becky fell speechless as her big blue oculus immediately locked upon the enormous Black weapon that swayed proudly between B-Love 's muscular peg as he slowly approached her. It was grownup than any of the other black cocks she 'd seen that night.

'' Big ? '' B-Love teased, knowing the pitiable virgin was distracted by the site of his raging ebony rod. `` Big what ? ``

'' HUGE ! '' Becky blurted, staring at B-Love 's dick. `` I mean ... big ... you 're the biggest ... I mean ... I 'm your biggest ... '' Becky stammered.

B-Love smiled, reaching out and gently cupping the stripling 's Kuki, lifting her face up and gently compelling her to look him in the eye.

'' The biggest ? '' B-Love asked, quietly, gently stroking Becky 's quivering livid chin with his thick black thumb.

'' I 'm your biggest fan ! '' Becky finally managed to gasp. Forced to appear into B-Love 's face, rather than his huge cock, Becky began to gush excitedly. `` I 've love all your euphony ! I listen to you all the clock time. I 've seen your television, 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 branch, cupping her virgin pussy in his boastfully black hand, then brazenly slipped two farseeing black fingers up into Becky 's virgin teen cunt and immediately caused the sexually-charged stripling to orgasm.

'' AAHH ! ! AH ! ! OH ! ! '' Becky continued to whimper uncontrollably as the doorknocker slid his digit deeper inside her and purposefully finger fucked her garden pink Virgo pussy. Becky instinctively began to buck her Virgin bloodless cunt against B-Love 's probing ebony digit. Her young consistency shivered, her toes curled, her knees buckled and she stumbled forward, leaning her naked Stanford White body into B-Love. The rapper 's rock-hard dick pressed against Becky 's straight egg white corporation and slipped upwards, it 's throbbing length trapped between B-Love 's rock-hard black abs and Becky 's diffused white flesh. Feeling B-Love 's cock pressed against her young consistence, Becky looked down and saw the shining purple-brown cockhead between her house Patrick White breasts.

"Hmmmm."B-Love hummed, teasingly, as he continued roughly finger-fucking the pretty teen and called back to her mother."I think you might be right Mrs. davenport. Your lil'little girl ain't near wet enough to take a big nigger cock yet."

"What ? No…no, please !"Becky whined, staring at the throbbing disgraceful cock pressed against her torso and genuinely afraid she might never know what it 's length felt like inside her body. Slipping her hands between their body, Becky grasped B-Love 's huge pitch-black cock in her tiny whiteness manpower, her digit ineffective to give all the way around its cinch. She gripped the big black animal as serious she could, desperate for it not to be taken from her. `` Please ! I 'm ... I 'm your biggest fan ! I want to give you my virginity ! ``

'' Awww. '' B-Love gently stroked the pretty red-haired teen's face to quieten her. He kissed her tenderly on her brow, then looked over his shoulder at Frank Davenport, flashing the frustrated forefather a wicked smiling and a blinking. `` Well, I 'd hate 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 mother 's question. B-Love then walked around Karen 's heading and stood opposite word Becky, facing the pretty red-haired teenager with his huge pitch-dark cock swinging inch above her mother 's cheek. Becky immediately reached out and resumed stroking B-Love 's dick as B-Love in turn reached over and resumed fingering the young Aythya americana 's virgin snatch ... her female parent 's face trapped between the two of them.

"Karen,"the doorknocker called out loudly enough for hot dog to hear."Do you have any estimate on how we can get Becky here WETTER ?"

Karenic looked up at B-Love, then at Becky. Then Karenic looked at B-Love 's hand, still fingering Becky 's dripping virgin pussy.

"Oh…oh my God."Karen whimpered.

Becky glanced down into her mother 's big violet-blue heart and open gasping back talk, inches from her Lester Willis Young twat 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 idea ! '' B-Love grinned, behaving as if the debauched concept were Becky 's idea. `` Now THAT sounds like a dandy way for you to get near and wet for BIG BLACK COCK, is n't that right on Karen ? ``

'' Oh GOD ! '' Karen gasped as Sarah licked her puss and she listened to B-Love 's mocking tone.

'' Is that a yes ? '' teased B-Love.

"Becky…"Karen gasped, staring at her daughter's young red-haired pussy. She bucked her hips… meeting Sarah's probing lingua and feeling her orgasm drawing penny-pinching 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 divergence ?"

Sarah Davenport, hearing and watching this event unfold, briefly raised her sassing 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 pussy, hungrily licking and sucking her mother 's button as poke into her mother 's pussy with her nimble white fingers.

'' Oh ... Oh GOD ... OH ... MY ... .GOD ! ! ! '' Karen moaned, bucking her coxa wildly.

Seeing the wife and female parent was penny-pinching to orgasm, B-Love increased his taunting. He grabbed one of Karenic 's hands and placing it on his cock, next to Becky 's script.

'' Feel THAT, Mrs. Davenport ! '' the rapper bellowed. `` feeling how BIG and midst and LONG and HARD that NIGGA peter IS ! THAT is a REAL MAN 'S COCK ! ``

'' OH YES ! '' Karen moaned. She instinctively began stroking the foresighted ebony shaft along with her new daughter. `` GOD YES ! ``

'' Do n't you require Becky to lose her virginity to REAL MAN ... a BLACK MAN ? '' B-Love asked. `` Do n't you desire your daughter 's first cock to be a BIG BLACK COCK ? Do n't YOU require to be fucked by a BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK tonight ? ``

'' YES ! YES ! '' Karen screamed, bucking her articulatio coxae violently into Sarah 's face. `` GOD YES ! ''

'' YES ! '' Becky screamed, clutching B-Love 's radiocarpal joint in both hands and frantically grinding herself against his probing digits. `` YES ! FUCK ME ! ``

B-Love reached over and bodily picked Becky up, swinging the petite redhead around in his arms and getting her to kneel on the anchor desk, straddling her mother 's beautiful face.

'' Karenic, no ! '' dog 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 convolute purpose. `` Remember why you came here tonight, Mrs. Davenport ! You came here to HELP your girl ! Well, Becky needs your supporter right now ! Wo n't you help her ? ''

'' YES ! '' Karenic screamed, her body quivering as she approached orgasm. She stared up at her untested daughter 's Virgin pussy, just inches from her face.

'' THEN William Tell HER WHAT SHE motivation TO DO ! '' B-Love shouted. `` TELL HER HOW YOU 'RE GON NA GET HER GOOD AND WET AND READY FOR BLACK FUCKING ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky gasped, her body shaking with excitement as she felt her female parent 's breath on her young kitty-cat. `` MOM ! ARE YOU ... ARE YOU REALLY ... GOING TO DO IT ? ``

'' BECKY ... HONEY ! ! '' Karen screamed ... gasping ... as she stroked B-Love 's big black cock and opened her eyes, looking up and seeing her daughter's wet pink cunt hovering inch above her mouth. `` LET mama ... GET YOU READY ! ``

B-Love wrapped one powerful arm around Becky 's slender T. H. White waist and eased her down towards Karen 's open oral fissure.

Becky gasped as she felt he mother 's soft lips skirmish against her labia ... then squeeled as she felt her mother 's pressing kisses on her button ... then screamed as she felt her mother 's eager spit flick her little garden pink button !

B-Love leaned in kissing the Becky deeply, his glossa pushing into her backtalk while her mother 's glossa pushed into her wet virgin pussy.

Becky Davenport moaned wantonly. `` Oh ... OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! IT tactile property SOOO GOOD ! ! ``

The nubile redhead began wiggling her hip joint, grinding her slit into her beautiful mother 's hungry oral cavity. Becky 's midget white deal clutched B-Love 's huge black-market cock almost like a handle, hugging it against her flat white tummy and stroking it. Her hands were joined by her female parent 's. B-Love 's shameful cock being long enough that there was plentiful way for all four small-scale white feminine hands to stroke its length.

"BECKY ! KAREN ! NO !"Frank Davenport screamed. He couldn't believe his centre. Not only was his only daughter eating his wife's pussy, but now his younger daughter was grinding her own cunt into her mother 's mouth !

"Whiteboy, shut the fucking up !"B-Love yelled angrily."You break me again and I'll come over there and strike hard your fucking teeth out with my big spade dick !"

Tears stung weenie Davenport 's horrified boldness as he watched his beautiful wife and daughter eating each former 's pussies for the amusement of a bunch of black thugs. The tiny E. B. White erection growing in his drawers, not to mention a cum-stain from earlier in the evening, seemed to bemock all of his protestation.

Within just a few minutes Becky 's young, lithe Edward White body began to buck violently. Becky continued grinding her spiritualist, inexperienced snatch against her mother 's probing tongue and gasped. A strange feeling like peg and needles tickled her back and shoulder joint ... not to mention her snatch.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... something ... .something 's ... .happening ! '' Becky gasped, then started to scream. `` OH MOM ! OH GOD MOM ! '' Becky started to squall. `` OH screw ! FUCK ! '' The midget Aythya americana 's went very tense then suddenly started to shake violently, collapsing into B'Love 's herculean black frame. B-Love laughed, holding the girl sweetie as she threw her head back and screamed out a loud, unintelligible cry `` AAHHHHHHHHHHH ''.

'' AW bastard mammy ! '' B-Love bellowed triumphantly. `` I THINK YOU JUST MADE BABY girlfriend CUM ! WHAT YOU THINK OF THAT ? ``

Karen was out of her mind with lust. She bucked her hips violently as Sarah at her pussy. The wife and mother 's softened screams were obvious, in spite of Becky 's grinding pussy on her mouth. Karen was cumming, heavily !

'' SHE 'S CUMMING ! I 'M CUMMING ! ! ! '' Sarah lifted her soakage wet human face from her female parent 's pussycat and gasped for air. `` She 's SO have intercourse WET ! '' Sarah cried triumphantly ! `` MOM IS READY FOR BLACK COCK ! ``

Big microphone looked at the prospect playing out in front of him ... the beautiful blond he was fucking was eating out her beautiful busty mother, who in spell was eating out a tight-bodied redhead virgin with a slayer ass ... female parent and two daughters. He could n't take it any more. With a mighty bellowing, Big Mike blasted Sarah 's wet flannel snatch with his sticky, thick consignment. The blonde screamed.

Big microphone backed away from Sarah, his sweaty black pecs heaving with excitement, his deep brown eyes wild with lust. He looked over at Becky, riding her female parent 's face as she kissed B-Love 's chest of drawers and face. The huge rapper smiled at his pardner B-Love.

'' Yo man, I think I know a in force use for that little beef 's mouth. '' Big mike grinned, nodding towards Becky, then down at Sarah 's pussy, dripping with his semen.

B-Love nodded at Big Mike and smiled. He looked down into Becky 's eyes, kissed her oral cavity, then pushed the petite red-header over on her side. Big Mike chute Karen and Sarah 's sweating, bare white organic structure around on the desktop as B-Love did the same with Becky. The female parent and daughters went hobble for their herculean bleak fan, allowing their eubstance to be arranged into a into a trilateral on the studio desk. As the studio cameras followed every move, the three Davenport women were moved into post on the desk.

Karen found herself with her read/write head between Sarah 's legs.

Sarah found herself with her head between Becky 's legs.

Becky found herself with her head between her mother 's legs.

'' okeh madam. '' B-Love said. `` If you want black cock, you know what you have to do next. ``

Without a arcsecond 's hesitation, the mother and girl dived into one another 's pussies, hungrily devouring one another 's hot, sticky sex ... and all to please their ignominious masters. The women needed no more prompting or direction. Karen and her daughter'long white tree branch intertwined, their gentle white hands caressing one another 's soft white peel, their hungry backtalk kissing and tonguing each former. Sarah and Becky and their female parent fell upon each other in an urgent, intense lesbian threesome softly moaning as the pleasured each former under the hot studio lights and leering studio cameras.

frank Davenport sat tied to his chair, sobbing as his family ... his wife ... his daughters ... debased and disgraced themselves on live tv set. He sobbed quietly as he stared at his fallen kinfolk and came in his trouser for the third time that night.

B-Love stood back and admired his handiwork, watching the mother and girl he 'd seduced having sex with each other. All three of the beautiful Davenport women were his now and two of them had n't even been properly fucked by a Shirley Temple Black rooster yet ! He could take his prize whenever he wanted. But as he watched the three of them, and idea began to forge.

Big Mike breathed heavily, watching the davenport women having a demoralize tribade threesome. His cock was already starting to stiffen again. He 'd be ready again soon enough.

Shemar was engaged, still fucking the conquered 'journalist'Jessica McFarland but that did n't make up any difference. B-Love knew Shemar would be up for the plan and that the security guard that brought Becky in would be eager to take a crack at 'America 's ravisher'Jessica McFarland.

B-Love returned his tending to the three Davenport women. A mother, her virgin daughter, and her fallen slut girl ... three women in amount ... and three black rappers. He took his eye off the Davenport charwoman for a moment and looked over at Shemar and Big microphone.

Becky and Sarah teamed up to buss every inch of their beautiful white female parent 's au naturel body. The two white baby kissed their way from Karenic 's wet married pussy, up her soft White tummy, over her heaving Elwyn Brooks White white meat, then up her cervix ... to her face and mouth. Sarah turned her mother 's cheek to hers, pushing her wet pink tongue into Karen 's backtalk. Then Sarah gently broke off the kiss and turned her mother 's brass away from hers, and towards Becky. Becky kissed her mother gently on the lips, then more purposefully, pushing her own lingua into Karen 's mouth as Sarah had done here and now before. Sarah kissed her way back down her mother 's neck, resting her pretty blonde promontory on Karen 's left hand breast, sucking the heavy pink nipple that had fed her as a baby. Sarah was soon joined by Becky, resting her pretty red head on her mother 's rightfulness white meat, kissing and sucking the panting milky mound as Karen moaned softly. The two daughter'manpower roamed all over their female parent 's naked ashen body, but returned meter and again to her dripping wet puss. Karen returned the favor, wrapping her arm 's around her daughter 's waists, slipping her hands down between each girl 's perfect ass cheeks and rubbing their hot young cunts from behind.

'' Oh ... oh mom ... oh mom. '' Becky whimpered. Still licking and kissing her mother 's heaving blank breasts, the pair of virginals teen looked around the studio at the sex unfolding all around her, and the Brobdingnagian, punishing fateful prick. Becky 's once guiltless blueing eyes filled with luxuria. `` Oh God mom ... you ... you made me cum ! I 'm so wet right now ! ``

'' Oh ... oh God ... .Becky ... '' Karen moaned. Her lid felt heavy with lust as she felt her daughter 's pocket-size white hands exploring her buxom white body. Karen pushed her finger's breadth deeper into her virgin daughter 's pinko puss and smiled. `` You ARE wet dearest ! You are so fucking wet ! You 're even soused than I am ! ``

'' Mom ... '' Becky moaned, bucking her rose hip against her mother 's probing fingers. `` Oh mom ! Oh GOD MOM ... FUCK ! I ... I THINK I 'M READY ! I ... WANT IT SO BAD ! I WANT TO BE ... FUCKED ! I DO N'T CARE IF IT 'S wrong, I WANT TO GET FUCKED BY THESE BIG BLACK COCKS ! !

Karen Davenport opened her eyes, the smoky blue-violet beauties filled with wanton sexuality as she looked into her girl 's beautiful, pleading case.

'' Oh honey ! '' Karenic sighed. `` It 's not improper ! IT 'S NOT wrong AT ALL ! I WANT YOU TO BE FUCKED BY THESE Shirley Temple RAPPERS ! I DO TOO ! ``

'' OH GOD MOM ... REALLY ? '' Becky squealed excitedly. `` YOU MEAN IT ? YOU ... YOU WANT ME TO LOSE MY VIRGINITY NOW ? TO ... TO THESE MEN ? ``

'' OH GOD YES BECKY ! '' Karen screamed. `` YOU 'D MAKE ME SO PROUD ! ``

'' NO ! '' Frank davenport heaved ... he was completely ignored.

'' OH MOM ! THANK YOU ! '' Becky laughed. `` I KNEW YOU 'D UNDERSTAND ! ``

'' OH Becky, I do ! I DO understand. '' Karenic moaned. `` I did n't understand at starting time ... and I 'm lamentable ... but I sure as Scheol understand now ... thanks to your baby ! '' Karen turned to her quondam daughter Sarah and kissed her deeply, then said `` Thank you honey ! ``

'' OH MOM ! '' Sarah squealed. `` I 'm SO well-chosen ! I ca n't wait 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 daddy. ``

'' dad does n't count ! '' Sarah laughed. `` This is the first sentence mom will ever have sex with a REAL man ... with a REAL rooster ... a BIG blackness hammer ! Is n't that right mom ? ``

'' Oh yes ! '' Karen gasped hungrily, her heavy white breasts heaving with excitement as she stroked her daughters'pretty hairsbreadth and looked around the room at all the knock-down black studs in the studio. The formerly prim and proper wife was overwhelmed with sexual excitement. `` All these men are SO much FUCKING BIGGER than your forefather ... it 'll be like my first sentence all over again ! ``

'' But ... what about daddy ? '' Becky giggled, glancing at her Padre, then back at her mother.

Karenic looked over at her hubby, his nerve dripping with sweat, his pants wet, his small erection barely visible in his genital organ. 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 chair ... never even putting up a battle. 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 television camera ... program on television ! Karen glanced at the cameras still trained on her and her daughters. Anyone and everyone could still see her ... what she 'd done with her girl. Mrs. davenport considered her next give-and-take ... and action ... very carefully.

'' Oh, pumpkin ... '' Karenic looked into her Virgo the Virgin girl 's big blue centre, and smiled sweetly. The beautiful red haired female parent leaned in fold and kissed her daughter deeply on the mouth. Her vox dropped to a whisper, but the studio apartment microphones and cameras still picked up her every word. `` We do n't ask to worry about your Fatherhood. He does n't matter ... marriage does n't matter ... saving yourself for marriage does n't weigh ... ''

As if by cue, B-Love stepped into the camera shot, his obscenely tumid, rock-hard mordant prick level with the two pretty Melanerpes erythrocephalus'faces. Both mother and girl smiled. Karen instinctively reached out and grasped B-Love 's ebony rod, trying to wrap her slender Edward D. White finger around it 's labored girth, failing to close completely around its thickness. Becky 's blue sky center widened as Karen lifted B-Love 's rooster in her hand. The Edward Young redhead leaned in closer, her breathing shallow. Becky watched entranced, as her mother began to stroke B-Love 's putz. 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 flagitious black dig in her tiny white hand. `` Big ... BLACK ... COCK ! ``

'' Now you 're talking sense cunt ! '' B-Love sneered, stroking Karen 's red pilus as she smiled up at him adoringly. He glanced at the television camera before adding. `` Why do n't we give it watch crystal clear for the people at home. ``

'' William Tell me Mrs davenport, '' B-Love asked Karenic as if he were interviewing her for the computer programme. `` What exactly was it that made your quondam daughter throw away her involution ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple Black COCK ! '' Karen cried out without waver.

B-Love snickered. `` What was it that brought your younger daughter to the studio tonight, that made her SO ready to hand up her virginity ? ``

'' BIG Shirley Temple pecker ! '' Karen answered again.

'' Mrs. Davenport, '' B-Love let Karen 's married name trickle tortuously from his tongue. `` William Tell us what brought YOU to the studio apartment tonight and has YOU quick to betray your marriage vows ? ``

'' BIG ... BLACK ... hammer ! ! ! '' Karenic cried, smiling, staring at B-Love 's shaft in her hand.

'' DAMN right field ! '' B-Love bellowed as he glared across the studio at dog Davenport. `` TELL HIM ! TELL YOUR HUSBAND WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ! ``

'' I ... I ... '' Karen stammered, so starve drunk she could barely focus her eyes as she looked across the studio and into her pitiable husband 's dismay cheek. `` I 'm about betray our wedding vows ... AND give Becky 's virginity ... to this ... THIS ... BIG ... LONG ... HARD ... THICK ... HOT ... BLACK ... NIGGER ... turncock ! ``

B-Love chuckled, raising one long middle fingerbreadth to the hot dog Davenport, then the photographic camera. B-Love 's digit was longer than near snowy men 's fully erect penis ... and it was slick magazine with Becky Davenport 's pussy juices, and just a bit of her blood.

'' So often for your dependable phratry values, white United States of America ! '' B-Love sneered into the camera. `` Now sit back and watch while your married woman and daughter BEG to be FUCKED by BIG Shirley Temple NIGGA COCK ! ``

The hotness in the television studio apartment was vivid, not just from the studio lights, but from the body heat generated by the debauched mixed debauch unfolding in front of the cameras. The picture was being air live across the nation was high definition prototype of high contrasting figure tone of voice, a wide-cut color picture of fateful and clean flesh. The"whole Truth"anchor desk was a wad of naked, writhing bodies… hard black muscle and soft Andrew Dickson White skin, shining with effort. All of the men involved were bleak, most of them members of the rap chemical group"total darkness Phallus ”. All of the char involved were white, but they came from a variety of backcloth.

Just a few hour earlier, the beautiful blonde video presenter and news correspondent Jessica McFarland had introduced America to the rap group"Black member ”. Within minutes, those rappers had introduced the beloved matrimonial Edward D. White journalist to the intense index of black peter. The curvy white newsperson was seduced, stripped and fucked on hold up telly, along with her reasonably brunette make-up artist, Heather.

Meanwhile, Jessica's personal help, Sarah davenport, had joined the rappers'manager Tom Watkins at the anchor desk and taken over the broadcast. Having already been seduced by mordant studs the old nighttime, Sarah soon stripped off her own vesture, disavowed her fiancé, and took section in the mixed orgy flowering in the studio… knowing full well that it was being broadcast into home base across America… including her parents'habitation !

Sarah's sis, Becky davenport, was already a fan of Black Phallus's medicine. Sheltered as she was, the grouping's explicit lyric titillated her and the virginal white teen had anxiously tuned in to the pay-per-view only consultation learn more about the radical. She learned far more than she could bear imagined. She saw them seduce not only Jessica McFarland, but TV footage of her sister getting fucked by them as well ! Through that footage, and a serial publication of phone conversations with her sister and an anonymous black stud poker, Becky davenport was lured to the studio that Nox to pay up her virginity to one of these black studs. She'd had no idea that her parents had soon followed her to the studio.

Karen Davenport had been alarmed when she'd come habitation and found her daughter Becky masturbating on the sofa and watching interracial pornography that masqueraded as a ‘ euphony television ’. As if that weren't hideous enough, Karen then realized that the video in question starred her older girl, Sarah ! After sending Becky to her room, the wife and mother continued watching her television in shock. The rappers on boob tube had their way with the pretty white journalist, a pro Caucasian woman just like Karen, who seemed to enjoy every s of being used as a grim stud's sexual plaything. Soon Karen's shock turned to titillation. So rhapsodic by the outcome unfolding on her TV screen, Karenic didn't notice Becky slip out of the home until the virgin teen was speeding out of the private road. Karen instinctively knew where her daughter was going and quickly called her husband for help. She'd told him, and herself, that they needed to stop Becky from doing something awful… but bass down, there was a hidden trueness. When Karen and her hubby arrived at the studio, they were in time to block up Becky from losing her virginity, but Karen was quickly overwhelmed sight of the Negroid studhorse in the studio and the smell of sex in the air. Karen Davenport realized that she didn't want to barricade either one of her girl, but not only that…she wanted to bring together them ! The constellate weren't going to let her in so easily, they tormented Karen… having her daughters vamp and seduce her, making her mock her husband, making her give them her wedding ceremony ringing, and offer them Becky's virginity… but Karen had done all of this, without looking back.

The studs from Black genus Phallus reveled in their victory. Not only had they seduced a beautiful, married White River journalist on live television system, they'd snagged her makeup artist too. Further, they'd been immeasurably assisted by the journalist's personal supporter, who they'd seduced the previous day. They'd turned the helper into such a strumpet that she betrayed not only her genus Bos, but her fiancé as well, and then delivered her virginal sister and conservative mother into the rappers'diabolical clutch bag ! Now all five beautiful white char were now professing their desire and idolatry to inkiness stopcock on lively television… and two of the kick hadn't even been properly FUCKED yet ! It was now the mother and virgin's turn, and B-Love, leader of the rap mathematical group, had something special planned.

"All right everybody, heed up !"B-Love bellowed, stepping to the foreground of the studio apartment, one hand stroking his huge black putz, while the early fingered his necklace made of white charwoman's gang."It's sentence for Mrs. Davenport and Becky here to get some nigga tool in those piddling white pussies ! This here is a virgin and her mommy, and let's not forget big sister is here too… so I want this done right."

B-Love bellowed out book of instructions for everybody to assume their optimum post ‘ on point ’.

Tom Watkins was ordered to gestate heather mixture, the brunette physical composition girl, down to the far end of the desk. He picked the lithe brunette up easily, thick black extremity still buried in her kidnapping, and carried her to their new place.

Shemar, who had been fucking Jessica, rose from his seat, guiding the naked white newswriter over to another opprobrious stud, the one who had previously been toying with Becky Davenport. Jessica seemed slightly offended that she was being tossed aside, but her face lit up with a big smile when she looked down and saw the disastrous stud's cock was just as yearn and thick as Shemar's. The blond beauty grasped her new lover's cock in paw as the two took a station at the far end of the anchor desk, next to Tom and Becky. Becky's phone stud gave a quick glimpse at the immature redhead, who smiled back at him weakly.

"I…. I'm sorry."She whimpered to the macho-man that had seduced her over the earphone, enthralled by the attention 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 judgment of conviction track off quietly, seeing that her phone rivet grinned at her, approvingly.

"It's all good girl."The stud poker said to Becky as he casually bent Jessica over the news program desk and slapped her publicise ass."B-Love said if I got you down here he'd let me break in that piddling pure ass of yours. I'll be giving you your for the first time butt-fucking later tonight, baby doll !"

"Oh !"Becky blushed and giggled nervously. She glanced at B-Love, then back at her phone-lover. She hadn't considered the possibility that she might be fucked in her ass ! The intellection scared her, but also excited her."Okay…that…I could do that."

The he-man laughed, then shoved his stopcock deep into Jessica McFarland's white ass, causing the journalist to scream out and pound the desk slowly.

"OH screwing !"Jessica cried out, clenching her teeth, her big Amytal eyes going spacious and looking up into a nearby camera that was capturing every second and transmitting it to televisions across the res publica. One such boob tube could be found in a waiting room down the hall from the studio. There, Jessica's hubby was locked in, forced to watch out in horror as his stunning, accomplished married woman was reduced to a Black person cock roll in the hay toy. He now simply stared at the sieve silently, almost catatonic… as if shell-shocked.

The camera now joined the three davenport women, Karen and her daughter Sarah and Becky.
The three sat on the center of attention region of the chalk top tidings desk, their beautiful raw white torso huddled together. Karen Davenport sat on the desk, her arms draped over her daughters'bare shoulders as the two miss knelt on either side of her, their arms around her waist. The three bare Shirley Temple Black rappers converged and moved side-by-side towards the blanched mother and daughter. The three fair sex looked up at them, middle filled with queasy lust.

"Now then,"B-Love said, shamelessly stroking his atrocious blackamoor cock in one hand as he stepped towards the three women."Who's going to be first ? The loving white wife, or the pure white virgin ?"

Mr. Davenport, Karenic's husband and the father of Becky and Sarah, sat tied to a nearby chair and watched as three naked, heavily muscled Black men approached his family. He'd seen Sarah fucked by these fateful bastards… he'd seen his wife Karen orally pleasuring them… and he'd heard Becky hope her virginity to them… and there was nothing he could do but watch. Now, again, he could do zip but sentinel as the three rapper took their places in front of the ‘ his'girls and ‘ his'wife… and prepared to finalise his abasement. Karen and Becky, like Sarah before them, were about to get fucked by these black thug rapper ! How could this be happening ? He and his wife had been so happy for so many year, at least he thought they were. Now she was about to WILLINGLY give herself and their younger daughter to these thug they'd just met hour ago ... the same blackness men who had seduced their former daughter ? No ! Even now frank refused to believe it. Even now, Frank thought he might be able to break this nightmare if he could just ... get through ...

"KAREN !"hot dog screamed plaintively, trying to ignore B-Love's other threats of violence."dearest, PLEASE ! OPEN YOUR center ! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOUR home !"

Karen didn't respond to wienerwurst's supplication. She didn't really even get wind them. By now she was completely under the charm of the three black rappers standing proud and naked before her and her girl. Her big violet eyes scanned their dark, rippling powerful chests, then dropped downward. Karen let fall away a vague whimper as she looked at the three magnificent black cocks that swung at her eye-level scantily one-and-a-half base from her nerve.

B-Love glanced back at frank triumphantly. As annoying as the whiteboy's bitching was, B-Love enjoyed taunting him, and decided this would be an opportunity for a bit more fun.

"Mrs. Davenport, your husband asked you a question."B-Love said.

"Wha ... what ?"Karen murmured, as if woken from a trance, but not taking her optic off B-Love's cock.

B-Love smirked at Frank, then looked back down at Karen."He wants you to remove a LONG, HARD look at what you're doing."

"Long ... hard ..."Karenic murmured, her centre darting from B-Love's cock, to Shemar's, to Big mike's… back and forth."Long. Hard !"Karen dropped her arm from Sarah's shoulder and began to rub her own pussy as she stared at B-Love's cock.

"Karen !"Frank whined."Can't you see this is wrong ?"

"Can't you see that THIS,"B-Love said, lifting his own big black cock in his hand."IS WRONG."

B-Love lifted it higher, stroking it in his heavy black handwriting, showing off cock's duration, girth, and hardness, mocking wiener's dissent.

"Department of Energy this looking at wrongfulness to you, Karen ?"B-Love asked.

"No."Karen said in the faintest of whispers as she stared at B-Love's cock. She dropped her other arm from Becky's shoulders, and now began to rub her kitty with both hands."That doesn't spirit wrong at all. It's…beautiful."

Taking a cue from their mother, Sarah and Becky each began to rub their slit while staring at the big black rappers'cocks.

"Karen !"Frank yelled frantically."THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ! THINK ABOUT WHAT THIS WILL DO TO YOUR FAMILY !"

B-Love brought his huge stopcock upward, the dense apple-sized Brown head barely just a foot from her face.

"Yeah Karen. Just think of what THIS is gon na DO."B-Love chuckled, again mocking weenie's words by twisting them to his own use."Think of what this is gon na DO… TO YOUR FAMILY !"

"Oh God… I am…I AM thought process of what it's going to do…Oh…Oh God !"Karen gasped, her full Edward D. White chest heaving with excitement as she squirmed on the on the desk, staring at the rappers'huge total darkness erection and rubbed her pussy frantically."OH GOD YOU'RE SO BIG !"Karenic squealed, working herself into a frenzy.

She looked at B-Love's huge black cock, a foundation long and the coloring of rich umber. She glanced over at Shemar's cock, just as farseeing, but a bit thinner and barge in color, almost like umber with ointment. She then looked over at Big Mike's turncock, non-white John Brown and so THICK… a bit shorter than B-Love's cock, but still MUCH with child than dog's. Karenic again marveled at how all three of these men were Thomas More than TWICE the size of her husband.

"Oh GOD…ALL THREE of you !"Karen screamed, climaxing as she stared at the knocker'erection."All III of you are TWICE AS LARGE as frank !"

Frank heard the excitement in his married woman's voice and his spunk sank. He knew she was beyond his try at reasoning. He was about to mislay the woman he loved to these sadistic thug rappers. Frank began to cry, not in masculine reserved tears, but heaving sobs. Desperate to hold back them, wienerwurst tried to think of what he could do to prevent his wife from being completely seduced and spoiled by these men. All he could do was beg.

"PLEASE !"wienerwurst sobbed."You men…I…I've never done anything to you ! I love my family… my daughters…my wife… Oh GOD !"Frank nearly choked on his rip."Please… PLEASE… Becky's a virgin… and…my wife…. I LOVE HER SO MUCH ! Don't take them away from me !"

"Oh GOD !"Sarah pouted unsympathetically, amused but ashamed by her father's demeanour."Look, pappa's CRYING now !"

"Daddy, stop it ! You're embarrassing me."Becky said, naked, rubbing her Virgin pussy frantically on live boob tube while staring at Big microphone's huge sinister penis.

"frank, calm down."Karen admonished her husband."stopover thinking about yourself and what YOU want. If you love us then you should want the BEST for us… your daughters…and your wife !"

"I couldn't have put it improve myself, Mrs. Davenport."B-Love smiled."The topper is exactly what you're gon na get … the Best screw you've ever had in your lily white lives, and it's gon na be from a BIG, BLACK, COCKS. All three of you, mother and girl, English by side, all three gettin'FUCKED by NIGGA hood rapper ! Now THAT'S the fucking BEST."

"OH GOD YES !"Karen cried, her panoptic violet eyes darting hungrily from one big melanize prick to the adjacent."Yes…fuck ALL of us ! All together !"

"YES !"Sarah and Becky cried enthusiastically.

Big Mike chuckled ominously.

"Hmmmm, now who's gon na fuck who ?"B-Love asked himself out loud, glancing at hot dog Davenport, malevolently taunting the defeated married man and father."Which one am I going to do it first ? His big-titty married woman or his virgin daughter ?"

"Why don't we let momma adjudicate ?"Shemar asked, turning to Karen."Mrs. davenport, why don't YOU pick which one of these big coon cocks is gon na spoil your sweet virgin Becky, and which one is gon na fuck that hot married Andrew D. White pussy of YOURS ! The other will be fucking Sarah, right beside you and Becky !"

"Oh…oh my."Karenic said, gasping, her full milky breasts heaving excitedly."H…how will I prefer ?"

"feel ‘ em bitch."Big mike grunted."Stroke these coon shaft, yield ‘ em a squeeze, find how HARD and THICK we are."

"Oh…Oh God."Karenic said, immediately grasping Shemar and Big Mike's cock, stroking one in each of her tiny white hands."God…you're all so…SO…"Karen couldn't finish her condemnation. Instead she just giggled wickedly.

"rush mom."Sarah said, wantonly, anxious to see her female parent and sis brought into the fold.

"Yeah mom, hurry."Becky gasped, biting her lower lip and stared hungrily at B-Love's cock as she fingered her 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 cock closer to Karenic's font. Taking the cue, quickly moved both of her hands to B-Love's cock, stroking it hand-over-hand, admiring how much of his peter was still visible outside her grip.

"fountainhead Mrs Davenport ?"B-Love asked."Which one is it gon na be ?"

Karen looked up the rapper towering over her, his pensive shades mirroring her reflection. She saw herself naked, stroking his immense black shaft. She saw the beautiful necklace he wore, all the pretty rings… her wedding ring… Sarah's engagement pack. His trophy. Karenic glanced over at Becky's promise closed chain, the symbol of her toast of virginity, glittering on her midget blank hand as she frantically rubbed her twat. It was so pretty… but would look so much prettier on B-Love's chain.

B-Love followed Karen's eyeline and smiled. He knew what she was thinking. She looked up at him, and knew what he was thinking too.

"Yes."he said quietly. It was all the instruction she needed.

"Becky, honey."Karen said, looking up at B-Love's serene, confident total darkness font."give mommy your promise ring."

Becky hesitated just for a second base, her eyes widening with realization when she saw her mother's gaze fixed on B-Love's necklace. The virginal redhead quickly lifted her hand from her kitty and pulled the ring from her fingerbreadth, handing it to her mother with almost comical speed.

Karen held Becky's ring in the medallion of her hired man and studied it. It was so pretty, the platinum stripe so delicate, the opal so fiery. She held it up, offering it to B-Love.

"I have to… do what's secure for my family."Karen said quietly.

B-Love's lip broadened into a joyous, superb smile."You are truly a wonderful mother."He said, taking the ringing from Mrs. Davenport's trembling white mitt. B-Love gently slipped the ring over the broken end of Sarah's fight ring, following to Mrs davenport's wedding doughnut. The looked so pretty together on his chain… just like the bare female parent and daughter before him on the desk.

"Okay Karen, you've selected me to be the first man to sleep with your middling virgin daughter, Becky."B-Love narrated for the camera. He stepped back from Karen, letting Big mike and Shemar get a bit closer to her."Now, who will be YOUR first off real number man ?"

Karen looked back and forth between Big microphone and Shemar. Shemar was beautiful, with a handsome face, smooth café latte skin, muscular thorax, and a big blackamoor stopcock. He looked like he would be gentle, in spite of his muscular build. Then Karenic considered Big mike. While all three of the doorknocker were mesomorphic, Big Mike was just fucking Brobdingnagian, like a ignominious hulk. He was built like a brick wall… that is if the bricks were made of obsidian ! His shoulders looked like they were three feet across. His pectoral muscle were Brobdingnagian, but rock-hard and well defined, just like his ab, biceps, and well… everything else. Then there was his peter. Not quite as long as B-Love's or Shemar's but so thick, almost like a Cola can. She reached forward with both of her paw, taking a rapper's cock in each. She stroked them, admiring their length, hardness, cinch. Again she marveled at their size, the way their skin color contrasted so beautifully with her own.

"You improve peck tight momma,"B-Love teased as he stepped over close-fitting to Becky and stroked her blushing cheek with a sinewy melanise hand."otherwise, they might BOTH make out you at the same time… and I'm not sure you can wield all that just yet !"

"Oh God…BOTH OF THEM ! ?"Karenic gasped, smiling excitedly as she looked at the two dick in her hands."Together ! ?"Karen's mind flooded with images of herself being ravished by both of these studhorse at the same time, their vast cocks pistoning in and out of her body… dearest God, what would it be like ?

"Oh HELL no !"Sarah protested, snapping her mother out of her air castle."Don't you DARE look at both of them ! I need more black cock !"

"Yeah baby, one for now."Big Mike chuckled."If you want to get screwball later, I promise we'll double up on you later. Shit… we'll treble squad you and spend a penny you air-tight !"

"Oh my GOD !"Karen gasped, her big violet middle going wide and looking up excitedly into Big Mike's grinning face. She shivered at the thought of all three blackness men fucking her at once. The thought excited her… and so did Big mike's audacity.

Karenic's excitation did not go unnoticed by Big Mike.

"ass yeah !"Big Mike laughed. The make T. H. White wife was responding to his dirty talk of the town, and he ran with it.
"You like that theme, don't you ? You're a kinky, repressed white cunt, just like Sarah ! I wonder if your snatch is as pixilated as hers ? Tell me momma, is it ? Is your pussy as tight as your daughter's ? I bet it is ! You ain't never had a REAL man in that pussy yet, have you ? Sarah may own been a Virgo yesterday, but she's had a few niggas interior of her in the last twenty-four hours. She probably ain't that tight no more. Especially not after she took MY BIG NIGGA COCK !"

Big Mike's unsporting public lecture worked like a appealingness on the beautiful homemaker. Karen suddenly visualized that the slick-yet-sticky residue on Big mike's cock as her girl's own pussy juices. The fluid slipped from under Karen's finger's breadth as she stroked the huge black cock in her deal. As much as this thought should birth repulsed Karen… it did exactly the opposite. She looked down at the fat black cock in her bantam white hand. She couldn't even close her fingerbreadth around its girth ! She knew she had to have it inside her… immediately.

"YOU !"Karen said, emphatically, looking up at Big Mike and taking his dick in both hands."I want YOU to be my first… REAL man !"

"roll in the hay YEAH BABY !"Big mike hollered."Big microphone gon na instruct you FOR real number why your daughters are goin'BLACK ! BITCH, YOU AIN'T NEVER GON NA BE THE SAME !"

Big Mike couldn't help but sneer at Karenic's hubby across the studio. Frank Davenport hung his head low and stared at the flooring, unable to view anymore.

"That means I'M YOURS !"Sarah growled at Shemar, wantonly."Oh GOD I'm so fucking WET ! semen here and shtup ME with your BIG BLACK stopcock ! require me while your son fuck my mom and sister !"

"Inferno yeah !"Shemar laughed."This kick is prepare to GO !"

"How about you Becky ?"B-Love breathed in his gravelly barytone as he moved forward, placing his turgid black hands on Becky's bare white knees, then sliding them over her soft, 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 ‘ wicked'ambition about… to whom she'd ‘ touched'herself… The Sami man was now standing before her, stroking his raging twelve-inch black rooster just about one pes away from her vulnerable unspoiled cunt. Suddenly, at that moment, that cock looked impossibly large. Thrilled as Becky had been at the fantasy of being deflowered by a huge black stopcock, the reality was just now hitting home. Becky's inexperienced young mind flooded with interrogative. Was she really ready ? Could she handle it ? Did she really want this ? It was all too much. She panicked, beginning to buck and wriggle, almost as if she was trying to get away from the powerful black doorknocker.

"Mom ? MOM !"Becky gasped excitedly, pant that built into frenzied screeching."Is this it ? Is it ? Oh God, this IS it ! HE'S GOING TO FUCK ME ! OH GOD ! MOM IT'S SO BIG ! IT'S… TOO BIG ! OH GOD, WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ?"

"Yo, momma !"B-Love called to Karen."Baby girl is getting cold feet. You want to help oneself me fix this ?"

"calm air down Rebekah !"Karen hissed, chastising her nervous daughter, but never taking her oculus off Big mike's throbbing black dick."Remember… you wanted this ! I want it too ! Now we're BOTH going to GET IT ! Don't piece of tail this up !"

"MOM ! ?"Becky whined, aghast at her mother's demeanor.

Karen looked over at Becky, seeing the fright in her daughter's big blueish eye. She immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"I'm dingy sweetheart !"Karen said, adopting a pacifying, motherly tone. She leaned over and stroked Becky's long red hair, then gently kissed her younger daughter's frontal bone."Don't be afraid, mommy's here for you ! Everything's going to be okay ! Remember this is what you wanted !"

"I know mom,"Becky whimpered, breathing heavily, her young raw breasts quivering as her chest heaved."but it's just too BIG ! I don't know if…if I can !"

"You're eighteen Becky, you're a big girl now, you can do anything you put your mind to."Karen cooed,"Be brave ! Mommy's gon na be right here beside you."

"I don't think that's going to be enough Karen."B-Love said."I think maybe momma bird's got to designate her sister birdie how to fly for the first time !"

"Wha…what ?"Karen panted anxiously.

"I think Becky here needs a little more guidance from her moms."B-Love explained."I think you're gon na have to lead by big spade shaft into your daughter's sugared white virgin pussy !"

Karen looked at B-Love's rampant black hard-on pointing ominously towards her chaste daughter's naked fiery pussy. She imagined her small whitened hand grasping the rock-hard shaft and slipping it into Becky's common soldier folds. The blond mother-of-two shivered, looking up into her Becky's desperate, blue eyes.

"Oh…OH MY GOD ! MOM !"Becky gasped."Are you…going to…"

"That is so HOT !"Sarah shrieked happily."Let me help too ! Please."

"You bet girl !"Shemar said."Why don't you help your sister get more…comfortable."

Shemar reached out, gently slipping his mighty hired man under Becky's slender white-hot arms and cupping her firm gabardine knocker, pulling her midget white consistency back along the desk and driving the slender redheaded woodpecker to lie back. Sarah bent forward, her pretty ass lifting into the air as she leaned over the desk and rested her bridge player on Becky's shoulders, compelling her sister to keep laying back.

"It's okay sis,"Sarah whispered."It's going to be SO adept !"

Not waiting for Karenic's reaction, Big microphone bodily lifting her full-bosomed frame off the desk and spinning her around. Tall and thick as Karen was, Big Mike's muscular black muscles handled her swiftly and easily, as if she weighed zip at all. He bent the buxom red-haired mantrap over the desk, her full, milklike Edward D. White breasts pressed against the frigidness glass desktop, her hands resting on Becky's bare clean thigh, and her font hovering above Becky's hot wet cunt. She felt Big mike's huge cock smack against her ass, then slide along the outer edge of her super-sensitive bitch mouth. Karen's violet eyes shot blanket clear at the incredible sensation.

"OH ! OH GOD !"Karen cried, desperately backing her ass up, trying to push Big microphone's shaft into her wet married pussy.

Big Mike pulled back though, teasing Karen's cunt lips with the tip of his huge, thick cock.

"Easy girl. If you want to be FUCKED by a BIG BLACK dick,"Big mike said, rubbing his hot, severe shaft head up and down Karenic Davenport's smooth whitened ass and knock pussy brim,"you're gon na do exactly as my boy tells you !"

The cameras moved in, following the military action closely. One camera focused on Jessica McFarland and Heather the make-up miss as they watched from the former end of the desk, they're black lovers still fucking them from behind. The studio gang was recording everything they could for alternate angles and takes that could be released later on DVDs and websites. The two other cameras in the studio were focused on the Davenport women, and their conquest at the mitt of the Negro Phallus rappers.

B-Love stepped forward, his cock just over a foundation from Karenic's face.

"Take my cock in your hand Karen."B-Love commanded, grasping Becky's human knee and spreading her legs."Guide my black shaft into your daughter's snowy Virgin twat. leave me her virginity !"

"Oh ... oh ..."Karen whimpered, looking at her daughter.

"Go on beef, she needs your help."Big Mike encouraged the hesitant mother. He cupped her smooth voluptuous white ass with his powerful back hands, stroking it gently, and slowly spreading her ass impudence to uncover Karen's wet, hungry married pussy.

Karen whimpered as she felt Big mike's rough, strong helping hand rubbing her soft Edward Douglas White Jr. ass. Then, unexpectedly, she felt Big mike's helping hand slew away. Karen was about to turn around and protestation when she suddenly felt something pressing against her pussy rim, then beginning to skid inside. She immediately backed her ass into the hot, probing esthesis, desperate for more intimate contact. Her movement was rewarded by the touch sensation of something thick slipping into her wet pinko cunt, pushing deeper and deeper ... then getting thicker ... and thicker again !

"Oh… Oh my GOD ! YES ! FUCK ME !"Karenic moaned at Big mike, while looking into Becky's blanket blue eye."YES ! Your prick is SO BIG !"Karen whimpered feeling her pussycat walls stretching to hold Big Mike's intrusion.

"Hah-ha-hah !"Big Mike laughed out loud."beef, that ain't my cock ! That's just a twain of my fingers ! cocksucker, how fucking SMALL is your married man anyway ?"

Karen looked over her shoulder joint and saw that indeed, Big Mike's shaft was in his hand, while his other hand was down between Karenic's legs, fingering her pussy.

"Believe me gripe,"Big Mike tapped Karen's ass playfully with his midst, sway toilsome black cock."When I put THIS inside you, you'll shtup KNOW !"

"Please ... Please know me !"Karen begged, shamelessly.

"I will baby, but first you need to help your daughter get hers."Big Mike whispered quietly, in his deep gravelly voice."Every inch you give her…Big microphone will give way YOU !"

Shemar leaned in over Sarah, still bent over the desk and holding her baby's berm, and whispered in her ear."helper ‘ em out girl. pass them some encouragement."

Sarah felt Shemar's fat smutty cockhead pushing into her unseasoned 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 ! aid her see the Truth !"

"Go on Karen."B-Love said."Guide my pecker into your daughter."

"Mom ... MOM ?"Becky whimpered plaintively, her big spicy eye welling with raw emotion, stared at her mother.

looking her daughter rightfield in the eye, Karen reached a palpitation script out and grasped B-Love's buddy-buddy black jibe in her trembling white paw. The doorknocker stepped forward, moving closer to Becky as her mother pointed his tool at her Virgo the Virgin pussy.

"Oh God…MOM !"Becky gasped in incredulity."Are… Are you really going to…to… ?"Her voice trailed off, Becky's mind so conflicted between fear and lecherousness she found herself unable to form coherent sentences. In cattiness of her genial disarray, her organic structure was responding very positively to Becky's surroundings. Her lightly freckled flesh flushed pink with turmoil and she began to tear her articulatio coxae involuntarily, causing her firm, Lester Willis Young breasts to jiggle.

"You…want this Becky."Karen said, stroking B-Love's cock almost as if in a trance and easing the knocker closer and finisher to her virgin red-haired daughter."You know you want it. Don't be afraid."

"Atta'girl."Big Mike cooed at Karenic, rewarding her with a third finger in her hot wet cunt."Get that dick inside her, and I get this dick inside you."He tapped Karenic on the ass again with his fat, labored melanize cock.

Becky stared at the huge black cock in her mother's hired hand."Yes."She breathed, her new chest heave, making the website of her quivering tit ever more tantalizing. Her big blue heart darted back and forth between her mother's beautiful snowy look and B-Love's beautiful black cock. Then, Becky glimpsed a figure between her female parent and B-Love… a figure in the backrest earth, tied to a chair. Her forefather."WAIT ! What about…"

"What about what sweetie ?"Karen said, guiding B-Love's throbbing Black person penis closer to Becky's offspring white pussy as B-Love probed deeper into her own.

"What about…our family ?"Becky asked, her big blue devil middle darting back and Forth River 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 topper 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 ?"Karenic asked, staring at the tool in her deal, feeling Big microphone now beginning to rub and stroke her clit.

"Daddy !"Becky whispered again.

"Oh,"Karen said, turning her school principal and glancing at her overcome, deject husband, still tied to a chair off camera."You mean him ?"Karen said derisively, turning her boldness back towards Becky and nodding towards dog Davenport, tied to his chair.

"Yes, daddy !"Becky said."Won't he be mad ?"

"Oh ... oh ... oh love !"Karen smiled sweetly, suppressing a giggle at her daughter's earnestness."I don't really handle. So what if he's angry… or sad… I don't think we need to worry about ‘ daddy'anymore. Do you ?"

Attempting to ensure she held Becky's full care, her mother gently lifted B-Love's cock upward, pointing it to the studio roof 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 labored black bollock, then gently slid her spit up each black inch of B-Love's foot-long cock.

Becky stared silently, entranced by the wad of her female parent slowly, gently, but deliberately licking Becky's deary rapper's tremendous inglorious peter. As she watched her mother reached the tip of B-Love's cock, Becky watched her roll her spit around the tip. Involuntarily, Becky stuck her own knife out, licking her sass slowly, as if trying to match her mother's technique.

Karen then turned back to her daughter, who she saw staring at her wide-eyed. The studio cameras closed in on the action at law, studying the telephone exchange between female parent and daughter.

"Well ?"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 garden pink flower.

"What ?"Becky sighed, briefly broken from her trance but having completely forgotten her previous train of thought.

"Do you think we need to worry about pa anymore ?"Karen asked quietly.

"Who ?"Becky whispered, staring pie-eyed at B-Love's rearing black cock.

Karen smiled."Are you quick now ?"

"I…I think so."Becky said, still staring at B-Love's tool. Just then, Becky saw a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip, the glutinous pearly fluid contrasting with the purple-ish brown read/write head. Becky's big blue center widened."Oh… oh MOM ! What about… shouldn't I use… protection ?"

Karen glanced up at B-Love. He shook his straits slowly, almost imperceptibly.

"Oh honey…"Karenic said, looking back down at her daughter's face and shaking her promontory sadly."You DON'T REALLY want to make him put a prophylactic on, do you ?"

Becky stared at the growing astragal of pre-cum forming on B-Love's cock tip. Becky's mother began to stroke B-Love's pecker again, and moved it closer to Becky's unprotected slit. The bead of pre-cum began to distend, slowly stretching down and hanging from B-Love's cock for a few minute, then dropping directly onto Becky's exposed pussy mouth ! Becky gasped at the sensation of the hot, thick semen sliding down her inexperienced pussy.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky whimpered, bucking her hips.

Becky's big grim center looked down past her young, lithe Andrew Dickson White dead body, over her pert, creamy chest, over her plane white tum, over her fiery red virgin slit, between her cattle ranch ovalbumin thighs and up at the HUGE black tool that her female parent held and now pointed at her. She watched her mother stroke B-Love's peter, forcing another bead of pre-cum to form at its tip, bigger this prison term, the pearly white fluid began to seep from the doorknocker's engorged coal black erection and gently spattering across Becky's naked white body.

"No…no…NO condom !"Becky gasped, her fairly bosom heaving as her breathing began to invigorate."Just…JUST DO IT ! Just love me ! nooky ME ! !"

"Good girl."Karenic 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 round blank ass. He nodded his approval and backed up slightly, letting his immense, throbbing total darkness cock drop downward and between Karen's legs. Karen grinned and trembled, knowing that she'd done well for her inkiness masters, and would now be rewarded… blessed… by the roll in the hay so desperately wanted. She felt the tip of Big mike's hot, fat, pecker head teasing her hot, hungry cunt brim, sliding up and down. Karen trembled, and turned back to Becky, whispering gratefully."Thank you sweetie. mummy 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 Brobdingnagian black cock that her female parent held barely one inch from her young virgin cunt. shivering, her chest heaving with upheaval, Becky Davenport bit her lowerlip, and gently raised her articulatio coxae. Then, a one-half a second gear later, for the low gear time in her life, Becky Davenport felt the touch of a MAN'S COCK on her pussy… the gentle, but HOT sensation of B-Love's throbbing black cock head lightly running along the duration of Becky's diffused pink outer lips… and then ...

"OH ass ! !"Becky and Karen screamed simultaneously.

"E & I EXCLUSIVE - PART twenty ONE : LIKE MOTHER, ilk daughter"

hot dog Davenport sat tied to a chair in a KNEN television studio watching in helpless repugnance as three thug rappers shattered his entire reality, barely able to comprehend how he had fallen so far in one day.

That morning weenie had had the perfect tense whiten suburban life. He worked as a spring chicken minister at a successful ‘ mega-church'and had a sept that respected and followed his religious beliefs. His endearing wife Karenic worked as a legal secretarial assistant and had given him two beautiful girl. Their old daughter, Sarah, was engaged to a successful Cy Young businessman and held a prestigious job as executive help to the television news virtuoso Jessica McFarland. His younger daughter, Becky, was soon to graduate high school school day and had recently been accepted to an Ivy League university. hotdog could not have been more prouder of his family.

That afternoon hot dog was at a church building meeting when his married woman called him, hysterical, almost uncomprehensible, but insisting their daughter were in danger and demanding Frank come home base immediately. Frank raced home to find Karen standing in front of their household. Before he could force into the driveway, Karenic rushed to the SUV and jumped in, ordering Frank to drive to the KNEN network studio, where their oldest girl worked. Karen, her face blushing, chest heaving, and eyes glazed over in shock, launched a frenzied narrative as frankfurter drove. Frank couldn't believe the perverted nightmare his married woman described witnessing, each particular Karen described was more horrible than the one before ! Together, they raced to the studio, intent on saving their girl'souls. It all seemed so unreal, yet when Frank arrived at the studio, he witnessed the horrible reality with his own optic. Just as his wife had described, Frank saw a group of gravid, muscular dim men rapaciously cavorting with KNEN's diarist Jessica McFarland and a Edward Young brunette Frank didn't recognize… all of them naked. Frank had never seen a more lurid sight… until he saw his girl.

Frank saw Sarah first, but barely recognized her. Gone was the demure unseasoned char he'd watched her grown up to be… replaced with a sweaty, moaning tweed slut allowing herself to be ravaged by a bootleg man at the studio apartment anchor desk. Seeing this, frank immediately feared that his younger daughter, Becky, might be in store for the Saame fate. His fears proved justified moments later when Becky paraded into the studio apartment clad only in a slight bra and scanty and announced her desire to lose her virginity yet another one these ravenous black men. Frank begged Becky to hold back her virginity, but his protest were ignored as both his daughters and their associate instead focused their attention on Frank's wife. Karen had accompanied frankfurter into the studio apartment, and like him was witnessing her daughters bacchanal with her own eye. Now, Frank was subjected to his girl'taunt as they brazenly challenged their female parent to either endorse their beginner's dissent, or posit herself to the torrid, interracial debauchery. To dog's horror, his loving wife quickly succumbed to her daughter'depraved invitation, abruptly stripping herself and joining Sarah and Becky in ungodly sexual intercourse with these perverted black monster. When wiener tried to step in more forcefully he was tied to a chairman and forced lookout man as camera circled the soundstage, devouring the action like a battalion of thirsty wolves and broadcasting every moment to television and internet. sidesplitter, moan, and early guttural noises reverberated all around the studio set.

In the middle of the studio apartment, on a boastfully glass anchor desk, a tantrum of naked, unbridled bacchanalia unfolded under the hot lights.

Jessica McFarland and her pretty brunet make-up girl, Heather, were both bent over one end of the long, glass anchor desk, being mercilessly fucked from behind by two very heavy black men. At the other end of the glass board, Frank Davenport's wife and daughters were engaging each of the three bleak rappers, all of them together, all of them naked. Frank watched his wife and daughters… unable to break their debauched behavior, ineffectual to appear away from it, and unable to suppress the pocket-sized hard-on growing in his drawers which betrayed his primal acceptance of black Male laterality. Tonight, weenie davenport, along with the residue of US, was learning the"Whole Truth"about black men's sexual magnate.

Sarah, frankfurter's sometime daughter, stood on one leg behind the anchorman desk, lifting her other foot off the level and resting her genu on the desktop, spreading her stage for the knocker standing behind her. Shemar gripped Sarah's hips as he slowly thrust his midst, hot chocolate cock in and out of her passably light-haired pussycat.

The rappers took their time with Frank Davenport's wife and youngest daughter, building sexual tension, partly for show, partly to further vellicate the previously conservative white women. Neither Becky nor her female parent had been ‘ penetrated'by these men yet… but any Leslie Townes Hope Frank davenport had of that not happening was fading fast.

Becky lay back on the glass desktop in nominal head of and under Sarah. Her young, sylphlike, naked Edward Douglas White Jr. dead body practically glowed under the studio lights. Her pretty red-haired promontory was cradled in her one-time sister's mollify men. dog had watched as the doorknocker'drawing card, B-Love, approached Becky's shaking, vulnerable white organic structure. Frank saw his daughter's big blue eyes lock onto the knocker's monstrous ignominious dick, rock hard and hanging ominously between her cattle ranch white knees. Becky was a virgin, never knowing the tone of any man inside her, let alone one so monstrously magnanimous. Having originally been an eager participant, Becky suddenly looked unsealed. Frank had latched onto this glimmer of promise, and called out to his daughter to resist.

Frank's pleas were mocked by the rappers, who decided to recreate Becky's mother against her Fatherhood in a twist around battle of wills for Becky's virginity. B-Love announced that he only allow Karen to be fucked by black men if she assisted B-Love in taking Becky's virginity. To that end, he ordered Karenic to guide his putz into Becky's pussycat.

This, frankfurter davenport had thought, would surely be too horrid and disgusting of an act for Karenic to accept. Sarah might have been lost, but Frank clung to the despairing hope that Karen would number to her sensation and save their girl and herself from the clench of these disgusting toughie.

Frank was quickly stripped of that hope.

He watched as his married woman knack over the desk, next to their older daughter, then leaned across their vernal daughter's naked T. H. White dead body. Karen's grueling, easygoing whiteness breast gently grazed her Becky's flat white tummy and creamy white thigh. Using one hired man, Karenic stroked Becky's forehead and silky red haircloth. With her former hand, Karen reached out and gently gripped B-Love's raging, ebony peter. Her nimble digit quickly circled the rock-hard shaft, though its loggerheaded cinch prevented her fingertips from get together. A pale grade on one fingerbreadth betrayed the absence of her once treasured wedding closed chain, given to B-Love as a item of her new allegiance to him. Gently gripping the huge black weapon in her tiny albumen hand, Karen began slowly stroking B-Love's cock.

"God Yes ! Do it ! Do it !"Sarah cried, watching her mother and sister.

Another rapper, an ebony-skinned muscular behemoth called"Big microphone"stood behind Karen. This hulking black thug stroked Karen's silky red pilus and naked white body with his iniquity, meaty hands. The tip of his own ebony humanity, rivaling the monstrous size of B-Love's, teased Karen's hungry, married pussycat. The doorknocker tormented the albumen woman of the house, delicately sliding the tip of his shaft up and down the length of her burning pussy lip, working her into a desperate sexual frenzy, further persuading her to do exactly what the doorknocker wanted. Karenic responded increasing the speed of her cock-stroking, and pointing the tip of B-Love's throbbing black penis towards her younger daughter's virgin pussy. B-Love took a dance step forward, reaching out to gently stroke Becky's apartment ovalbumin tummy and fiddling red-haired muffin with his huge, black hand.

Becky craned her neck, supported by her sister's gentle hands, to see the tip of B-Love's intumescent black cock moving close and closer to her unguarded sex. Both Becky and Sarah stared at the huge black cock in their mother's tiny White hand as she guided it closer and closer towards its treasured trophy. B-Love sneered, flexing some muscle in his abdomen, making his vast cock twitch and saltation in Karen's helping hand like a raging, rampant beast, threatening to go wild. All three woman gasped excitedly.

Frank kept his eyes open, trying to be substantial, but he didn't want to watch the ‘ degradation'of his wife and daughters any longer. He tried to plough away from the conniption on the lynchpin desk, but every where he turned, studio varan in his melodic line of vision displayed unlike camera angles of the ‘ action'unfolding a few fundament away… the ‘ defilement'of his valued daughter was all around him… inescapable.

On one proctor, he heard his good dessert Becky limited disbelief that her female parent was actually going to assist these rappers… Frank thought, yet again, this might lay off everything. To his disgust, he heard his wife assure their daughter this was the good affair to do… and that this was what Becky really wanted !

Frank turned away from the proctor in repugnance, only to ascertain himself looking at another monitor lizard, with another camera angle. There, wiener heard his wife and girl talking about him. He heard his precious kitty express mail worry for his feelings… for the portion of their family. Again, his wife dissuaded Becky of her righteous headache, distracting her attention with a lurid display… kissing and sucking the ugly black thug's putz as Becky watched !

Frank turned away again, but his eyes fell on yet another varan, hot dog saw a close-up of boneheaded drop curtain of pre-cum oozing from the doorknocker's cock's apple-sized tip and dripping ominously onto Becky's bare thigh and red-haired Virgin slit ! He heard Becky ask about a safety, only for her mother to again dissuade Becky of the idea… and for Becky to oppose with excitation … Bucking her hip joint, arching her backbone, lifting her utter ass off the surface of the table and bringing her Virgin snatch closer to the rapper's horrible, throbbing, Black cock… and begging him to know her !

Finally, weenie sat staring at the proctor in a state of jolt as the camera closed in on the consequence that his precious Whitney Moore Young Jr. Becky lost her virginity to a smutty knocker on live television.

The screen showed Becky's pretty red-haired pussy, it's beautiful pink sheepfold shining with her excitement, and twitching in anticipation, contracting again and again ... as if hungry for that hoodlum's befoulment. Then, from one side of the projection screen, the throbbing, dripping disgraceful principal of that atrocious black cock… gripped by Becky's own mother's lily white hired man. The studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Karen Davenport's used two fingers to gently stroked her daughter's dripping Virgin cunt sassing, then gently part them opening her daughter's delicate folds as her other hand brought the rapper's grotesque black cock that final inch.

A thick, white glob of pre-cum beaded at the tip of B-Love's cock. Karen gently shook the cock, letting the pearl dribble from the peter head and slither down over Becky's virgin kitty. Becky moaned loudly. Another bead of pre-cum emerged from B-Love's peter.

This time, however, Karen did not shake the macho-man's putz.

This time, Karenic spread her daughter's pussy sass with one hand and used the other to gently, purposely, guided the oozing, throbbing black cock's tip directly into Becky's virgin sheepcote !

******

Becky Davenport's response was immediate and extreme. The sexual tension was too much for the red-aired adolescent to bear. Her eubstance shuddered, wracked by coming at the slightest touching of that majestic nigrify cock on her pink Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat. Becky screamed, arching her back, bucking her hips…and allowing B-Love's whole apple-sized shaft head to slip into her virgin pussy !

"OH FUCK"Becky screamed as she felt her pristine cunt opened for the showtime time by first in of B-Love's foot-long blacken cock ! Cameras captured that moment of first off striking and the godforsaken look in Becky davenport's big low middle, broadcasting her electrical shock and excitement out to televisions in dwelling house across America.

"OH ... .OH fuck ! !"Karen cried out loud at the like consequence, as she felt Big Mike's uncut cinch slipping into her get married white pussy.

Big Mike had waited anxiously tooshie Karen as she guided B-Love's prick promontory into her Becky's virgin pussy. Just as the tip of B-Love's purplish-brown prick point slipped yesteryear Becky's outer backtalk Big Mike anxiously pushed forward against Karen, slipping his cockhead into her pussy and rewarding her for her obedience.

Karenic moaned, bucking her wide blanched pelvis backward against Big Mike, dying to lead More of his cock inside her. He was only about one or two column inch in, but he was so much thicker than her husband that Karenic could already palpate an orgasm construction ! In her excitement, Karen's grasp on B-Love's irradiation loosened ... and the doorknocker took vantage of the fact by letting another inch of his grievous contraband cock into Becky's virgin cunt !

"OH ... .OH piece of tail ! !"Becky screamed again, unprepared for the incredible sensation a bare three inches of THICK black pecker pushing into her Virgin bitch had given her. She'd never felt anything like what this knock-down Adonis was giving her. She'd touched herself before, of form. She'd masturbated listening to this very man's music…looking at his picture… fantasizing about him… but the realness was SO different."OH ! OH GOD !"

"AHH…OH GOD ! !"Karen Davenport screamed as she felt Big Mike drive two Sir Thomas More column inch of his fat black rod into her married pussy. His right black hands grasped Karen's encompassing hips and lifted her curvy Theodore Harold White ass upwards, forcing Karen's aspect downward. Karen braced herself against the glass desk, her full Edward White boob pressing against the assuredness transparent surface. She glimpsed a studio cameraman under the desk, filming her with a handheld camera and grinning wickedly. Karenic stared right into the television camera lens for a second, briefly thinking about the fact that her debauchery was being broadcast on bouncy television. Karenic moaned, biting her modest lip and again grabbed the base of B-Love's hammer 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… oceanic abyss !"

"deep ?"B-Love laughed at the inexperienced E. B. White stripling."crap girlfriend, it's only a twain inches. I ain't even busted your hymen yet ! God DAMN you're tight !"

Becky looked up into B-Love's mirror-sunglasses, seeing her own naked paradigm as B-Love forcefully pushed another column inch of his cock into her Virgo pussy. She looked down over her flat white tummy, seeing that indeed, almost ten inches of B-Love's monstrous Black person cock had not yet penetrated her young white body. She watched as B-Love slowly and gently pushed a bit further into her virgin cunt. It was tight, so tight Becky could give sworn she could feel B-Love's heartbeat… his pulse… through his cock ! Becky felt an vivid pressure… then painful sensation. Her big blue eyes widened with sudden panic as her question returned with a vengeance.

"OH…MY…GOD ! !"Becky panicked"IT'S TOO BIG ! He's going to tear me apart !"Becky bucked her coxa violently forcing B-Love's hammer to sneak from her pussy.

"Easy sis !"Sarah Davenport groaned, trying to admit her sister's shoulder joint. Shemar continued fucking Sarah from behind as she tried to calm her young sister."It's okay. It'll hurt a piddling at low. It did last night, for me… when B-Love took my virginity !"

"OH GOD…OH GOD !"Becky gasped, squirming on the desktop, staring at the HUGE Shirley Temple stopcock between her stage. At that instant, it all seemed so frightening."I don't… I don't know…"

Big Mike lifted Karenic up, driving another inch of his heavyset black member into her voluptuous white physical structure. Karen was shoved forward, her pretty face pressed against Becky's flavourless white tummy… which in turn, pinned Becky to the background.

Karen Davenport was in her own world, completely unmindful to her youngest daughter's panic attack, even though it was unfolding literally under her nose. The beautiful wife and mother had never felt so good, so full moon in her life. Karenic caught a glance of herself in the studio apartment proctor and saw that Big Mike had at to the lowest degree another six inches of putz that he had yet to give her… but now he'd stopped.
Worse, she felt Big microphone's tool slowly slipping out of her pussy !

"FUCK ME !"Karen screamed, desperate for the quietus of the knocker's cock."DON'T full stop ! PLEASE !"

Karen tried to back her ass up into Big Mike, but he wouldn't let her. Then Karenic heard her girl's war cry and saw that B-Love's cock had slipped out of Becky's pussy.

"MOM !"Becky cried out."HE'Ss…TOO…BIG… I CAN'T…DO…IT !"

Karen looked up at B-Love. He said zip to her, but he didn't need to. Karen could hear the fear and panic in her daughter's voice. She knew she should help Becky, but instead all Karen really cared about at that moment was getting that amazing black cock inside her again. There was no way she was going to let Becky ruin everything ! Karenic knew she had to act fast.

"Oh no…oh honey… no !"Karen sighed, adopting her fond, motherly tone. She looked into her daughter's nervous face, big aristocratical eyes fully of trepidation."Becky…sweetie…you…have to try !"

"Oh God… mom !"Becky moaned, her eyes locked on B-Love's cock. She stared at it, her untested livid body shaking.

"Honey, you can quit if that's what you really want to…"Karen said half-heartedly,"But I KNOW… that's NOT what you want."

"But mom…"Becky whimpered, furrowing her brow,"I don't know if I…"

"No Becky !"Karen said, emphatically, feeling a flash of resentment towards her ‘ picayune girl ’."This is what you wanted. You snuck out of the house tonight and came down to this studio…"

"But mom…"Becky protested.

"You knew what would happen."Karen said calmly, taking B-Love's dick in her helping hand."There are outcome for our military action, young lady !"

"Oh God, Mom !"Becky whimpered, squirming as she watched her mother pull B-Love's cock closer to her puss again.

"You came down here to meet these rappers, didn't you ?"Karen asked.

"Yes."Becky whispered, staring at B-Love's putz in her mother's hand.

"But not just to conform to them, right ?"Karen continued, now bringing B-Love's rooster just an inch from her girl's pussy."You love this rap grouping so much, don't you ?"

"Yes…"Becky said, staring at B-Love's cock in her mother's hand, watching as her female parent brought it closer and closer.

"And how stupefy would it be,"Karen said, guiding the tip of B-Love's cock to the entrance of Becky's slit."to mislay your virginity to these far-famed, aphrodisiac smutty rapper ?"

"But…aaahhhh"Becky whimpered as she felt B-Love's cock again touching her twat lips, moaning as the fleshy tip slid up and down her hot tap lips.."It's going to hurt."

"A little bit."Karenic lied. She knew that a tool as thick and long and firmly as the one in her hand would be knotty for any fair sex to handle, let alone an eighteen-year-old virgin."But after that, it's going to experience incredible ! Besides, I'm certain if you ask him, B-Love will be docile with you !"

"Karen !"wienerwurst davenport shouted from across the studio where been tied to a chair this whole time, forced to watch as three black doorknocker took over his sept. He'd given up his attempts to convince his married woman and daughter not to load themselves for these black tough, but Becky's protests rekindled his hope."Your daughter is in pain ! These men are ANIMALS ! Don't make her do this !"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP FRANK !"Karen hissed at her husband.

"Yeah Frankie-boy, shut the FUCK up !"B-Love growled."You ripe watch that racist-ass ‘ animal'bullshit ! You call us animate being and we're just might begin actin'like animals !"

Frank shivered, terrified by his wife's reaction and the tough's threats, but still he would not be mum. This was his cobbler's last chance to stop this insanity. He redirected his protests toward his girl."BECKY dear, They can't do anything to you if you tell them not to ! It would think they were raping you on live TV ! They'd never get away with that ! JUST evidence THEM YOU DON'T wishing TO DO IT !"

Karen quickly turned to punt to Becky and adopted a gentle tone.

"Sweetie."Karenic whispered, rubbing B-Love's cockhead up and down Becky's pussy lips."Your forefather thinks you can't do this ! He thinks you want to finish. Tell him he's wrong. differentiate your sire you don't want to hold on !"

Becky looked over at her father, then back at her mother, then up at B-Love… his black-market face expressionless, his eyes hidden by his mirrored sunglass.

"You'll be gentle ?"Becky meekly asked.

B-Love said nothing, his stoic expression betraying no emotion. Becky thought process of the post-horse that she had of him in her bedchamber. He was shirtless, his black muscleman rippling, his face that same stoical expression. She had to enshroud the poster, she could only get it out late at night ... she liked to take care at it ... when she touched herself ... imagining ... fantasizing…

Becky shivered and bit her crushed lip. This was substantial. That huge ignominious cock was material ! No Sir Thomas More imagining…no more fantasizing.

"Oh God ! I don't…I…don't…"Becky breathed, hesitating. She looked from B-Love, to her forefather, to her mother. Karen smiled and nodded. Becky looked up at B-Love again. His human face was still deadpan, betraying no emotion at all."I… don't… want…to plosive !"

"Sorry Franky !"B-Love laughed."Baby young woman says YES !"

"No !"wiener Davenport sobbed.

"sister girl, Daddy doesn't want to believe it. Tell him again, babe girl ! Tell daddy !"

"I don't want to stop !"Becky said again, this time more emphatically."I don't WANT to give up, papa !"

"Oh God, Becky !"Frank cried.

"trade good girl ! Don't stop !"Karen sighed, holding B-Love's shaft in her hand, guiding it's fat, throbbing purple/brown tip into her daughter's pink virgin pussy. She felt Big microphone's turncock slipping back into her married Elwyn Brooks White cunt, pushing a bit deeper than it had been before."AHHH GOD YES ! DON'T blockage ! !"

"I DON'T wishing TO block !"Becky screamed this time, lifting her rosehip up, pushing her pussy forward and taking B-Love's big disgraceful cock deeper inside.

"That's expert, bitch, ‘ cause I ain't GON NA fuckin'stop !"B-Love growled, pushing forward and sinking another inch of his turncock into the writhing Andrew Dickson White virgin.

"OH…OH GOD !"Becky cried."PLEASE…JUST…GO SLOW… BE …CAREFUL… I…I CAN'T…AHHHH !"

Cameras closed in around the action, one focalisation on Becky's face, another on B-Love's cock being guided into her virgin pussy by her own mother's hand. Her female parent's other hand clutched Becky's.

"Mah…Mahhhh…MOMMY'S here, SWEETIE !"Karen moaned, still using her early hand to guide B-Love's cock into Becky's defenseless cunt as Big Mike continued teasing Karen's twat with his shallow jabbing, giving her no more than than five or six column inch of his cock.

"You're going to make out it, sis !"Sarah davenport hissed, holding Becky's berm as Shemar fucked her from behind.

With her other handwriting, Becky reached out again, this time for B-Love. Her slender Elwyn Brooks White arm stretched as far as it she could make it. Her finger's breadth were outspread, trying either to bear on him or reacting against the source of the incredible press he was creating inside her young body. Either way, she couldn't reach him, she just stared at his rippling darkness brown brawn through the gaps between her delicate white fingers. She admired the way his skin contrasted with hers. Becky could see a swoon white band on her ring finger, where her ‘ honor mob'had once been worn. She looked up at B-Love through the gap in her digit, seeing that ring hanging among so many others on his necklace. She touched his chest, her lissom blanched finger mingling with the rings of the great necklace, and running across B-Love's muscular black chest. She could feel his heart beating faster and faster, in meter with her own. She could experience that same heartbeat pulsing in the rock-hard cock pushing into her ‘ Virgin'snatch. B-Love's heart beat slowed now, beating almost hypnotically as he leaned forward.

Becky moaned, feeling another column inch of B-Love's cock sinking inside her. She suddenly dropped her outstretched script, her fingers finding her the thick, HARD black cock that was slowly but relentlessly pushing it's way into Becky's body… and found her mother's handwriting guiding it in ! Becky gripped her mother's wrist and pulled hard, bringing B-Love's turncock deeper inside her young Edward Douglas White Jr. body !

"AAAAAAH SHIT ! ! !"Becky screamed, unconscious mind of her own action."OH shag ! OH GOD ! PLEASE…NOT…SO…FA…FAST ! piece of tail ! 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 tingling sensation traveling from her pussy, up her back and across her back, shoulder, and neck. It was standardized to the feeling she got sometimes when she touched herself ... only this was much, much more potent.

"Ahhh AHHH GOD !"Becky cried out, her young dead body shaking. Her bag tightening on her mother's mitt."OH…OH fuck ! Mom ... MOM ... something ... is ... SOMETHING ... IS ... hap ... happening ! What ... is ... OH GOD !"

Big mike grinned and reached forward, shoving Karenic's face down onto her daughter's flat white tummy. Karenic found herself staring right at B-Love's raging ebony hard-on, in her bridge player, slipping into her daughter's young, inexperienced bitch. Her face now pressed against Becky's stomach, Karenic could feel the incredible force per unit area of B-Love's prick driving into her girl's eubstance. She knew from the depth of B-Love's cock and her Becky's doings that the knocker had to be pushing against her girl's hymen by this point, about to tear away Becky's virginity once and for all ! The depraved thought pushed Karenic closer and closer to a sexual climax she'd never imagined possible.

"OH GOD ! !"Karen screamed, feeling her climax rapidly building. She glanced over her articulatio humeri at Big mike, her big violet eyes begging for everything that he could move over her. Big mike was only seven in inside her pussy, but he was deeper than her husband had ever been. Still, Karenic wanted more.

"HE'S DONE IT ! Becky is HIS now !"Karen hissed at Big mike. She wanted every column inch inside her when she finally came."I DID WHAT YOU WANTED ! NOW FUCK ME ! YOU PROMISED TO screw ME IF I HELPED HIM TAKE MY girl'S VIRGINITY, NOW DO IT ! fuck ME HARD ! hold ME THAT WHOLE tool ... I'M ... sledding ... TO ... CUM !"

"Nahhh baby."Big mike teased."You ain't gon na get the whole thing til your daughter does !"

Karen looked at B-Love's cock pushing unceasingly into her daughter's Virgin pussy… but the rapper was moving so carefully… so slowly ... and he still had at least eight Sir Thomas More inch left to go !

"OH GOD ... PLEASE ..."Karen Davenport begged."IT'S ... TAKING ... TOO ... LONG ! I ... NEED ... MORE, NOW ! ! !"

"Sorry baby."Big Mike teased. He exchanged a quick smirk with B-Love."Them's the rules."

Karenic turned her lust-crazed blue-violet center towards Becky and watched her daughter's new white breasts quiver with her every oceanic abyss, labored hint ... every in of black putz she took into her tight, unspoiled short pussy ... slowly ... so slowly…

"Becky, beloved ?"Karen asked her daughter, reaching out and stroking her face,"Do you trust mommy ?"

"Wha…what ?"Becky gasped, dazed and overwhelmed by the aesthesis ripping through her slender white body.

Not waiting for a more intelligible response, Karen forcefully grabbed handle of B-Love's cock shaft and pulled it from Becky's snatch. Karen leaned forward, kissing the tip of B-Love's cock, the licking and sucking the head for a few seconds.

"Mom ?"Becky Davenport's big blue centre widened, surprised and confused by her mother's actions.

"What the shag are you doin'momma ?"B-Love asked, suppressing laugh. This slut had lost her roll in the hay mind, and he loved it !

"I love you Rebecca."Karen whispered, unceremoniously shoving B-Love's cock back into Becky's pussy ... then pushing deeper ... more forcefully than B-Love had done before.

Becky gasped sharply.

The knocker smiled and followed Karen's lead, driving his cock into Becky davenport, and doing so faster, punishing, and thick than he'd done before.

"MOM ! ? OH GOD ... MOM ! !"Becky gasped in jolt, arching her binding, her ripe tits shaking on her heaving chest. The Becky felt the pressure again ... then the nuisance ..."AAHHH ... WHAT ... ARE ... YOU ... .OH GOD ! OH GOD ! MOM ! OW ! OH THAT HURTS ! AAAAAH…SHIT ! MOM…WAIT… I CAN'T-"

Becky's gasp of dissent was quickly silenced by one of Karen's mitt. Karenic's other hand pulled B-Love's cock deeper into Becky's pussy. Daughter and mother's beautiful eye met one another… Becky's full of shock and tears… Karen's full of lust and determination.

"It's time, Rebecca !"Karen hissed.

"GO MOM !"Sarah Davenport laughed gleefully as she watched her mother guide B-Love's turncock deeper into her sister's kitty. The offspring blonde bucked her hips excitedly backing herself into Shemar's thrusting opprobrious prick."GIVE IT TO HER !"

"YEAH BITCH !"Big Mike bellowed his approval at Karen."Now you're getting somewhere !"

"MMMMPHHHH !"Becky screamed, muffled by her female parent's hired man, as she felt the painful sensation focus suddenly. She wrinkled her cute push button nose and winced as she felt B-Love's prick driving deeper into her body, pushing against the impedance the inside of her body was giving it ... a impedance that would never declare up against the mightiness of a black cock.

"That's just your Hymen sweetie."Karenic moaned as Big microphone's cock pumped her slit faster and deep to show his commendation of her action at law."He ... has ... to ... BREAK ... through ... YOUR ... maidenhead ... OH ! OH GOD ... It's ... going ... to HURT ... just a trivial ... bit ... MORE !"

B-Love sneered, teasing the jolly virgin's first roadblock with the tip of his ebony weapon as the girl's mother squeezed and stroked his shaft. He looked down at the wanton snowy married woman and mother who guided his weapon. Karen returned his look, her blue-violet eye burning with intensity. B-Love knew the aspect very well.

"DO IT !"She whimpered, letting go of B-Love's tool and reaching around his back, frantically pushing on his muscular Joseph Black ass."PLEASE !"

B-Love smirked, feigning ignorance as he easily resisted Karen's button. B-Love glanced over at Frank Davenport… the piteous whiteness bastard whose wife was begging B-Love to take on her daughter's virginity."Tell me…exactly what you want me to do, MRS. Davenport."

"roll in the hay HER !"Karen screamed, desperate for more black stopcock and willing to do or give anything to get it."pay IT TO HER ! THE WHOLE THING !"

"KAREN !"dog sobbed.

"MMMMPHHH ! ?"Becky balked, scared by the lust-crazed look in her mother's eyes.

Karen ignored her nervous daughter and continued to scream at the doorknocker."SHOVE ALL TWELVE column inch OF THAT BEAUTIFUL BLACK COCK INTO MY daughter ! TAKE HER VIRGINITY ! IT'S YOURS ! DO IT ! FUCK HER ! FUCK HER HARD !"

"OH MY GOD MOM, YOU ARE SUCH A SLUT !"Sarah Davenport laughed.

All three rappers smiled as the listened to the buxom white mother beg them to call for her youngest daughter's virginity.

"OH GOD, MOM !"Becky whimpered, her body trembling as she felt B-Love's tool stretching the walls of her tight Whitney Young pussy and pushing against her maidenhead."He can't ... I can't ..."

"Shhhhh…"Karen covered Becky's mouth and whispered breathlessly in her ear."He's got to break through your hymen honey."

B-Love shallowly pumped Becky's pussy a few times, loosening her tight virgin cunt as best he could without breaking her maidenhead. Becky responded well, soon bucking her hips in fourth dimension with B-Love's shallow driving force, obviously wanting more, but B-Love carefully maintained nail command of the state of affairs. The rapper drew his hip joint back, pulling all but about one column inch of his pecker from Becky's pussy. The young redhead writhed and whimpered, her groan muffled by her mother's gentle handwriting.

"Let her talking Karen."B-Love said, nodding at Becky."I want her to BEG ME !"

Karenic nodded slowly and obeyed her black master, taking her hand from Becky's mouth.

"OH ... MY ... GOD ! PLEASE !"the younger redhead immediately gasped, looking up into B-Love's face. Becky could feel her whole white consistence tense up. She involuntarily bucked her hips, but the rapper backed away a bit, making sure his stopcock didn't moorage any deeper into the girl's puss before he heard what he wanted to hear.

"What you mean, ‘ Please'? ‘ Please'WHAT, cunt ?"B-Love sneered at the hesitant virgin, gripping her slender white waist with his potent black manpower to take hold her where he wanted her."You want me to break off ? Maybe you don't want to drop off your virginity to B-Love ? Maybe you don't want a REAL MAN to fuck you ? Maybe you want some piffling heights school WHITEBOY with a piddling egg white dickey to take your virginity ? Maybe you don't DESERVE a BIG Black turncock ! Maybe you want me to STOP ?"

"NO ! No…not that… PLEASE ... SIR… PLEASE… I want…you…to…to…take it ! Take my virginity ... now ... NOW ... PLEASE !"Becky whimpered, a powerful tingling sensation spreading across her whole white trunk as she looked up at the right pitch blackness rapper and the huge black cock he had resting between her legs. She grew more excited as she heard the words coming out of her oral cavity. She began to jerk her hip furiously, desperately trying to take more of B-Love's turncock. Becky started to scream."FUCK ME ! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK prick !"

Becky's father watched in horror, unable to appear away from the hair-raising scene unfolding before his tear-filled eye. It was a conniption no self-respecting, conservative Patrick Victor Martindale White husband and father would ever want to see. Frank saw his beautiful wife Karen and their previous daughter Sarah… both naked… both being ravished from behind by a muscular black rap artist… and both helping hold down his younger daughter Becky on the glass-top desk. Frank saw Becky, also naked, with her long livid pegleg spread broad around the waist of yet another hulking disgraceful rapper… one with a hammer longer and duncical than Becky's forearm. Frank saw how Becky bucked her hips anxiously as she stared at that doorknocker's rooster. Frank saw his beautiful wife of over XX years gripping that black thug's foot long prick in her tiny white hand… guiding it into their jr. girl's virgin cunt. Then, frank saw the blackened hood knocker roughly grab his virgin daughter's slender Andrew D. White soundbox by the waist and plagiarize her hips and ass upward. The stud violently flexed his muscular black ass, driving his hefty coxa forward with one powerful, mystifying thrust, RAMMING all twelve inches of that ROCK-HARD THICK BLACK rooster into her virgin white cunt… taking weenie's daughter's virtue with one earth-shattering stroke.

"FUHHHHHHHCKKKKK ! ! !"Becky Davenport shrieked as her hymen was ripped apart by her favorite rapper's rock-hard black cock. Becky bucked violently. B-Love pulled back then driving force into her again… and again… and again. The pain was almost unbearable, but was soon overtaken by a pleasure unlike any other that the virgin teen had ever experienced. The slender Melanerpes erythrocephalus writhed, bucked, and screamed uncontrollably as her offspring white body was overwhelmed by new sensations."OH GOD ! OHHHHH GAAAHHHHHHHHWWWWW ! !"


Becky's older Sister Sarah laughed gleefully as she struggled to help support Becky's berm and head and steady Becky's young body for the continuing onslaught. This wasn't easy for Sarah, given that she herself was leaning over the desk, being fucked savagely from behind, her own exercising weight being supported by Shemar's brawny grim hands gripping her waistline and shoulders.

Becky gripped the edge of the desk with one bridge player, waving her other script to her other side blindly until she found one of her mother's hands and gripped it. Feeling her mother's fingers wrapping around her own and her favorite rapper's thick-skulled black putz thrust deeper and deeper into her freshly ruined virginity. She bit her grim lip, stifling her screams as the pain sensation slipped away and turned to pure pleasure… a pleasance the virgin young teen had never felt before. Becky felt alive for the starting time time. She felt amazing ! She looked up at B-Love, the handsome, muscular lightlessness stud fucking her. Becky felt proud that she had just lost her virginity to a rap star… and more importantly, to a black man. The Lester Willis Young red-header soon began to buck and thrust her white hips to run into B-Love's thrusting black rooster. B-Love responded by increasing both the pace and drive of his thrusts.

"AAAH….AH !"Becky screamed, her lissome E. B. White teen body jumped and convulsed as if an electrical current was passing through it. She stared up at B-Love, looking first into his iniquity and brooding oculus, then lowering her regard. Becky studied his broad bleak pectus and pectoral medallion muscleman, glistening with stew. She then looked down further, at his rippling dark ab sinew and his narrow hips, the nighttime pelt contrasting with her creamy white thigh. Finally her middle fell upon the root of his powerful, thick blackened cock between her peg, disappearing and reappearing as it thrust in and out of her Pres Young white body…"OH GOD ! I'm ... I'm going ... to ... AH….GOING TO… AH… AH… AHHHHH"!

Becky arched her book binding violently, thrusting her hip upward and holding her lissome white teen body perfectly still, and falling silent as the hulking black rap headliner gripped her waist and thrust the replete length of his rock-hard coke-can-thick lightlessness shaft in and out of her little red-haired pussy. Her pretty eyes seemed to glaze over as a languid expression fell across her beautiful face. She threw her head back, closing her eyes as a slow, almost imperceptibly high-pitched squeal emitted from her capable mouth.
The squeal grew louder, turning into a full scream as Becky Davenport announced to the humans that she had come… and that she was no yearner a virgin.

The cameras confirmed the truth, capturing the image of a trickle of blood pooling on the spyglass desktop between Becky's legs.

Sarah Davenport cradled her baby's head, wiping the sweaty red hair from Becky's pretty face.

"I'm so gallant of you sis !"Sarah beamed."You did so good !"

"You did good too."Shemar whispered in Sarah's ear as he kissed her neck. Leaning forward, he wrapped his powerful black limb around the slender blonde, cupping and squeezing her firm white breasts as he continued fucking her from backside and whispering into her ear."You can let go of her, she's ours now. Thanks for helping us ingest your sister's virginity and make 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 rapper's gratitude.

"Thank you master !"The young blonde sighed, reaching one hand behind her to cradle the backrest of Shemar's head. She turned her fact to his, the two kissing deeply as Sarah's Sister screamed and writhed below on the background. A quick sentience passed through Sarah's trunk, she trembled and came as Shemar's thick Shirley Temple Black stopcock continued to pound her wet cunt.

Karenic Davenport's beautiful purple middle locked on Becky's sweating, naked white mannequin, more specifically at Becky's bedspread white thighs and the vast black cock thrusting into her no-longer-virgin cunt. Becky groaned and winced, but now showed more pleasure than pain. She was crying out, but smiling, gasping, and thrashing her forefront back and forth. Karen saw the trickle of rake pooling on the desktop below her girl's bitch and watched how Becky bucked and twisted with every thrust from B-Love's terrifying, huge nigrify cock.. the peter that Karen herself had guided into her daughter's Whitney Young ovalbumin body. Karen had done this. Karen had helped turn her Virgin daughter into this ... fiend. She couldn't assistance but think that she should let been disgusted by what she'd just done… but instead Karen Davenport felt pride. She had ensured that her daughter's virginity was taken by a REAL man.

Karen remembered when she'd lost her own virginity. She was a entrant in high schooling. Karen loved her boyfriend so much, she thought she'd be with him forever. One dark, in the rachis 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 meter, but Karen felt nothing. She broke things off, started seeing other guys, had better sex ... but was never quite fill. When she met Frank, she embraced his divinity. She came to believe that the emptiness she felt was because she hadn't waited for marriage… For years she had preached abstinence to her daughters, and the importance of saving one's virginity for wedding. But that was the old Karen, the bonk wife and PTA mom. What a stupid, silly, repressed beef she'd been ! Now Karen knew the trueness. It was because she gave herself to somebody undeserving of her. They were all pathetic whiteboys, with small dick and no estimate how to fuck. What a waste ! Now Karenic knew what it was like to be fucked by a man who deserved her luscious body ... a REAL man ... a BLACK man ... with A BIG Negro pecker.

Karen felt so happy for her daughters. Becky and Sarah had lost their virginity to these men. They would never need to know the comparatively evacuate act of sex with a pathetic white loser like their Father of the Church ! 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 lady friend Becky."Karen whispered breathlessly."commodity girl."Karen said again as she gently kissed Becky's forehead ... then her nerve ..."Good girl."... then her neck ... then down further, to her ripe young white meat."Such ... a ... well ... serious girl ..."Karen breathed as her sonant lips found her girl's hard pink nipple.

Becky shook and moaned at the libertine sensation of a black cock in her de-virginized snatch and her female parent's lips on her breasts.

Big microphone, the grown and most muscular of the three disastrous rapper, watched approvingly as Karenic kissed her daughter's naked, quivering body. He gripped Karen's all-inclusive, ashen hip joint, raising her ass upwards towards him, his thick black dick half buried in her married white pussy ... and from the way that kitty gripped his cock, he could separate she was thirsty for more. Now that Karen had finally ensured her daughter's complete yielding to B-Love, Big Mike knew it was clock time to give the curvaceous Edward White wife her reward.

Big mike slid his powerful blackened hand around Karen's waist and under her heavy, swaying boob, kneading the soft, milky Edward Douglas White Jr. globe in his big, night finger's breadth. As the knocker leaned forward to best comprehend his heavy prize, his throbbing black cock pushed two in deeper into Karenic's pussy, causing the voluptuous mother-of-two to react loudly.

"OH GOD !"Karen growled, turning her head and looking over her berm at the hulking bleak macho-man hovering over her."You're ... SO ... deep ..."

"Got fo'or five mo'inch to go girl."Big Mike chuckled.

"What are you waiting for ?"Karen hissed, making eye physical contact with her hubby one last clock time before turning back to Big-Mike."I've already given you my daughter ... No ... you've TAKEN my daughters, BOTH of them ... now take ME ! consider ME ! FUCK ME ! I'M YOURS !"

Big mike followed Karen's coup d'oeil at her married man and sneered, then triumphantly thrust forward, practically laying on top of Karen Davenport's torso and driving the good length of his cock deep into her red-haired pussy. His black, chiseled chest and abs rubbed against Karen's naked white back as he gripped her monolithic, oriental alabaster boob in his coal-black mitt, squeezing them hard and pinching her nipples as he passionately bit her shoulder joint.

"AAAGHHH YES ! ! FUCK ME !"Karen Davenport screamed as Big microphone rammed her soft Stanford White body in fourth dimension with the early rapper's thrusts into her jr. girl. . Big microphone pounded her harder and harder from behind, driving his fat ten-inch cock deeper and deeper into her wed clean slit .... cryptic than her hubby or any other man, had ever been. Wanting comfortably leverage, the hulking black rapper shifted his grip to Karenic's wide-eyed, quivering hips. Doing so, he let let loose of Karen's heavy white boob and allowed them to bounce freely and furiously as her trunk was rocked back and Forth by the force of his rapid, relentless push. The studio cameras captured every inch of her curvaceous naked whitened body and beautiful, jubilant face as the married mother of two bucked and moaned.

"YEAH bitch !"Big Mike laughed as he drove his prick into the curvaceous White River wife."How's THAT shit feel ? You like Big microphone's big fateful cock ?"

"OH GOD, YES !"Karen screamed."THIS…IS…THE…BEST…FUCKING…I'VE…EVER… AH GOD ! ! FUCK ME ! FUCK HER ! ! OH GOD-AH ! Black stopcock IS…SO..FUCKING… I'VE NEVER… FELT LIKE…"

"ilk A Virgo ?"B-Love taunted."Like your slattern virgin daughter ?"

The comparison made Karen shiver. Karen felt Big mike's immense melanise cock driving deeper and deeper into her own cunt ... deep ... SO fucking DEEP ... and slamming into her cervix in gross rhythm method of birth control with B-Love's poking into Becky's new white consistence, 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 expert and POWERFUL Big Mike's cock felt inside her, and knowing that her daughters were feeling the precise same matter ! Karen felt a hot, tickling sensation shooting up through her pricker, over her neck and all over her body. The feeling was not completely unfamiliar, but far more intense than she had ever experienced before. Karenic began to shake as the genius grew strong and stronger ... until ...

"OH GOD ! OH GOD !"Karen suddenly screamed."I'M GOING… TO… YES ! YES ! YES ! I'M CUMMING ! !"

Karenic slammed her free hand down on the background and collapsed on top of Becky's naked, bucking egg white body, pinning the young red-header to the table. Karen continued slapping her capable hand on the desktop, pounding it loudly in time with Big Mike's pounding thrusts into her married pussy. B-Love, too, fell into the round of Karen's paw, timing his jabbing into Karen's daughter Becky as Big microphone was doing with Karenic. Shemar, fucking the older Davenport daughter Sarah, did the Sami. The pretty blond was bent-grass over the table, hovering over her mother and sister as Shemar fucked her from fanny. Big Mike looked lustily at Sarah and reached over, grabbing her by the cover of the neck, and pulling her face to his, kissing her deeply as he fucked her mother. Shemar and B-Love let loose a howling of favourable reception then started playfully barking… and all in time with their pounding cocks and Mrs davenport's pounding hand.

"OH GOD ! MOM ! HEEE ... HE'S FUHHHH-CKING ... MEEEE ... .OHHHHH GOD ! OH….MYEEEE FUHHHHH-KINGGGGGGOD ! ! !"Becky suddenly gripped her mother's early hand tighter and wailed. She could feel B-Love's huge black cock pounding her as cryptic as it could possibly go, his movement seemingly amplified by the strait of her mother's hand pounding the desk.

"AWWW screwing YEAH !"Big mike stood up straight, increasing the depth and speed of his thrusts, slapping Karen's bare egg white ass and gripping her hips."WHO OWN THIS PUSSY NOW, kick ?"

"YOU DO !"Karen gasped, breathlessly as Wave after wafture of coming passed over her body.

"I DO !"Big Mike affirmed."YO'cunt BELONGS TO BIG lightlessness tool !"

"YES !"Karen screamed."MY kitty BELONGS TO BIG Black COCK !"

"WHAT ABOUT YO'married man ?"Big microphone shouted, taunting Frank.
"NO !"Karen shrieked and gasped."BIG…BLACK..COCK…OWNS…MY….PUSSY !"

"But Mrs. davenport !"B-Love joined in."Frankie is your girls'pa !"

"FUCK… HIM !"Karen gasped."NOW… THEY ... HAVE A… NEW… DADDY… BIG…BLACK… pappa !"

The black thug rappers laughed cruelly. hotdog Davenport shook with fury, but was too horrified to verbalize. He just stared at the fast scene playing out before him as the rappers ravaged his folk and taunted him.

"Uh-Oh Frankie !"B-Love crowed."You hear that shit ? YOUR wife IS OURS NOW ! She says your lil'young woman are gon na throw a NEW papa ! A Big BLACK Daddy ! Isn't that mighty missy ?"

B-Love turned to Sarah."You girls gon na bang your new daddy, ain't ya ?"

"YESSSSS !"Sarah squealed, bucking her young double-dyed Andrew D. 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 hip."FUCK ME !"was all she managed to say.

B-Love laughed.

"Fuck me… DADDY !"The rapper corrected.

"DADDY !"Becky screamed, bucking her pelvic arch again and again.

"Tell pappa you want him to make love you with his big nigga stopcock !"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 dick as deep as inside her Elwyn Brooks White consistence as it would go. She winced, gasped but continued to respond with each poking.

"BIG… BLACK-AH !

Another driving force halted Becky.

"coon !"B-Love commanded."Say it !"

"NIG…UNGH…NIGGER…"

Another thrust.

"NIGGER…COCK !"Becky screamed as B-Love drove his shaft late inside her and held her slender E. B. White waistline.

"Tell me to get it on your little White person bitch !'” B-Love commanded.

The young redhead shivered.

"Fuck… m…my…"She hesitated.

"Cunt. Say it Becky."B-Love encouraged her, quietly, punctuating each word with another thrust in Becky's body."Say…"push"…the…"jab"…word !"

"twat !"Becky squealed."FUCK MY LITTLE tweed CUNT…WITH YOUR BIG Shirley Temple nigga peter, DADDY !"

Under his breath, B-Love growled something that caused Becky's pretty amobarbital sodium eyes to widen.

"OH GOD YES !"She grinned, wickedly.

"SAY IT !"B-Love hissed."Beg for it ! Loud, so pappa can HEAR you ! Your OLD, WHITE pa !"

Becky glanced at her father, the man who had helped bring her into the world, then quickly returned her adoring gaze to B-Love.

"Please Black person Daddy,"Becky smiled and whimpered in an innocent, girlish voice. Her face and body were far from innocent though. Lust filled her big down in the mouth oculus and her naked Patrick White physical structure shined with sweat as she bucked her hips violently against B-Love's muscular black body."Please… cum in me pop ! Cum in my piffling Stanford White cunt with your BIG…BLACK COCK ! I…LOVE YOU…BIG lightlessness pa ! I LOVE YOUR… BIG…BLACK…COCK !"

Becky thrust her hips with each of the last three watchword as B-Love laughed triumphantly. He leaned forward, driving his cock as deeply as he could inside Becky's Danton True Young Stanford White cunt and then drew his hip back, and began bucking his hips rapidly, relentlessly pounding the young Melanerpes erythrocephalus as fasting and hard as he could. This was not an act of love-making, this was a demo of raw, sexual power and dominance… the Black Male over the ovalbumin female.

"No !"Frank sobbed.

"YES !"Becky screamed."GOD YES ! FUCK ME DADDY !"

"BEG cunt !"B-Love growled."BEG DADDY FOR HIS NIGGER germ ! LOOK INTO pop"S EYES AND BEG TO BE BRED BY A nigga !"

"PLEASE DADDY !"Becky screamed, her young egg white torso bucking and writhing uncontrollably as B-Love fucked her and her mother kissed and rubbed her breasts. She looked deep into B-Love's eye.

"I SAID flavor INTO YOUR DADDY'S center, BECKY !"B-Love shouted.

"You ... ARE ... my pappa !"Becky Davenport gasped, her au naturel new body, sweating and bucking against B-Love's brutal, thrusting peter."My Big ... Black ... Daddy ! breed ME ! filling ME WITH YOUR nigger CUM ! shuffle ME YOURS FOREVER ! I LOVE YOU !"

"YOU HEAR THAT SHIT, WHITEBOY ?"B-Love bellowed triumphantly."feel at how your Virgo girl bucks her hip to cope with every thrusting of this big spade cock ! seem at your beautiful wife's big titties bouncing as she backs her fat bloodless ass up into my boy's shaft ! Listen to how they screech AND BEG for more ! YOUR adult female ARE OURS NOW !"

Becky felt B-Love's heavy black glob slapping against her raw pink pussy lips as his rooster diaphysis began twitching and jumping inside her airtight white twat. The new adept excited her even more. The pretty redhead closed her eyes and screamed, releasing her mother's paw and instead circling Karen's naked E. B. White body and squeezing her tight."AHHHH… GOD ! mamma ! dad ! IT'S HAPPENING… OH GOD … HE'S GOING…TO… I THINK…. HE"S GOING TO… CUMMMMPPHHHMMMMMMM !"

Becky's Revelation of Saint John the Divine was stifled when her mother suddenly pressed her sassing to Becky's, kissing her deeply. Becky's big blue eyes shot open in jolt at the twinned sensations of her mother's spit in her mouth as, for the first time every, a man release his hot, potent seed inside her marriageable young body ! In a Nox of new star and experiences, this was the most hefty one of all. Becky Davenport came hard. She bucked and writhed violently, but her mother's sonant Stanford White body held her pinned to the anchor desk as B-Love's hard ignominious cock continued thrusting inside her, releasing load after encumbrance of thick, hot cum. Becky closed her eyes let her consistence go limp, allowing wave after wave of delight to pass over her like the lunar time period rising on the beach.

Both B-Love and Big microphone continued their unforgiving pace, thrusting into Karen and Becky's albumen bodies.

Karen ceased slapping the desktop with her other hand, concentrating on kissing her young daughter passionately, stroking Becky's tomentum as their white slit were rhythmically pounded into oblivion by the rappers'raging black cocks. Karen could feel Big Mike's chance event quickening, now easily sliding in and out of her stretched, juicy married twat. She could feel his powerful grim work force between her and Becky's trunk, the huge dark finger squeezing her balmy Andrew D. White tit flesh. She could palpate another sexual climax edifice ... and not just hers. She felt Big mike's shaft practically vibrating inside her, shaking to the core. His heavy Negroid testis slapped her clit, and tightened. His thrusts were harder, deeper, but slower ... more deliberate. Karenic needed air, she gasped, finally breaking the osculation with her daughter, opening her eyes and looking down into Becky's young face. Karen saw how Becky was sweating and gasping… but also smiling more radiantly than Karen had ever seen. Karen felt an intense sensation construction between her legs, spreading up her rachis, penetrating her very soulfulness. Looking into her daughter's center, Karenic felt Big Mike's seed flooding her own cunt, the hot awkward fluid coating her married white uterus !

"OH ... OH GOD !"Karen screamed.

"AHHHHH crap !"Big mike yelled as he came inside the beautiful, buxom white wife.

"AHHHHH FUCK YEAH !"B-Love growled triumphantly."TAKE IT you LITTLE Elwyn Brooks White fornicatress ! How you like THAT ? How does THAT tactile property ?"

Becky was speechless… her orgasm leaving her too overtake to tell her mother what was happening inside her young white body… but the flavour on Becky's aspect told her mother everything she needed to know. Becky Davenport, Karen's ‘ slight girl ’, was now undeniably a woman.

Confirming the truth, B-Love slipped his monolithic, still-spurting shaft from Becky's ruined white pussy, letting what seemed like a pint of thick, pearly semen, flow from between the slender Andrew Dickson White teenager's creamy thigh and syndicate on the shabu desktop. B-Love threw his headway back and roared victoriously as he lifted his pulsation opprobrious tool upwards and let thick roofy of cum arc through the air and solid ground on Becky's categoric white tummy and heaving new white meat. tv camera circled the desk, capturing the image for broadcast. In homes across America, television screen door showed the high definition image of the inkiness rapper's cum, pink with Virgin blood, leaking from the white teen's ravaged snatch. The image was then split-screened with Becky's smile, sweaty face… her Padre's horrified, tear-filled eyes, and her mother's feeble grin.

Cameras then captured another ‘ shocking'image. Karenic kissed her daughter's forehead, and then proceeded to bat the come from her girl's sweaty titty and belly before reaching up and grabbing B-Love's throbbing bootleg weapon, fresh from her daughter's Virgin puss and hungrily taking it into her backtalk. Sarah Davenport then reached a deal forward, dragging her touchy white digit through the seed leaking from her sis's bitch, scooping it up, lifting it to her lips… and letting the midst, sticky fluid drip onto her tongue .