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   Chapter 1: The Coxville Book Club



   The sun was just setting over Coxville County.  The bird chirps that
assailed the orange sky were slowly fading out, and being replaced with the
faint baying of dogs as they barked in far off distances.  The sprinklers
in the Summer's house had just shut off, leaving wet dew on the lawn of an
almost emerald hew when seen at particular angles, and casted reflections
of the sun onto the idle beads sitting atop the thousands of blades of
grass.  The house was large and lavish, though something that one who lived
in the community would consider typical, down to the white picket fence and
centered welcome mat written in cursive.  Inside Jenny Summers set a tray
of ice down on the living room table that sat in front of the large white
couch, which was on the opposite side of the large flat screen television
that was mounted on the wall, just above the collection of old football and
new golf trophies that sat arranged in order of year in a brown oak mantle
case.  Stationed just below the television and in between the mantle case,
was a DVD player that had been affixed to the wall for easy use.  To the
immediate left of the couch sat Harold's favorite reclining chair, a
luxurious brown piece that had fallen into the "do not touch" category the
very day he had bought it.  On the opposite end of the chair, to the right
of the couch, was a smaller couch used to sit guests, positioning them in a
semi circle around the glass table.



   "Ivy" called Jenny, "you almost finished with that lemonade?  The girl's
will be here any minute!" The gorgeous blonde set the ice tray down on the
glass table.



   "I know when the girls are supposed to be here, Jenny.  I can keep track
of time you know.  And yes, I'm almost finished", the equally beautiful
brunette Ivana snapped back.

   Jenny walked over to the couch, fluffing out a couple of the seating
pillows and aligning them.  Ivana Swallows meanwhile was in the kitchen,
putting the final stirs on a pitcher of lemonade with a large brown spoon.



   "Oh Ivy, you have the movie right?  I thought I'd placed it on the couch
awhile ago, but now its not here" said Jenny.

   A secret smirk crossed Ivana's face upon hearing this.



   "Oh?  No I haven't.  You sure you didn't put it someplace else?"



   "No, I could have sworn I'd brought it here earlier", Jenny replied.

   Ivana finished stirring the lemonade, and grabbed the pitcher by its
handle.  She walked into the living room, each step with an audible clunk
from her high heels, a less than convincing perplexed look on her face as
though to express confusion as she looked over to the couch, and at the
empty space where the now disappeared DVD was.

   "Well it isn't there now", said Ivana in response.

   Jenny had a hand buried in the side of the couch, combing it from side
to side to see if the DVD she'd been looking for had somehow fallen between
the cushions.  After a few moments of less that successful searching, she
came up empty handed and frustrated, and placed her hands on her hips.

   "Darn'it, I know I had it here somewhere", said Jenny.

   "Hmmm" began Ivana in the appearance of thought.  "Why don't you retrace
your steps?  I mean it didn't just get up and walk away after all."

   Jenny hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head.

   "Yeah, you're right.  Let me go double check the bedroom, maybe I left
it there."

   Jenny Summers wore a white, tight fitting blouse that was tucked into an
even tighter fitting black skirt that ended just at mid thigh, showing off
her taught legs and wide hips.  As she turned from the couch and headed
towards the main hallway and to her bedroom, Ivana caught a full side
profile glimpse of Jenny's body as she left the living room...and a part of
her twitched at the sight.  Over the last weeks Ivana had begun to notice
that her long time rival Jenny had put on a couple pounds.  Nothing drastic
and hardly noticeable, but for Ivana noticeable all the same.  Certain
parts of her were a bit softer and puffier than usual.  Her face didn't
showcase her immaculate high cheekbones nearly as much as it used to - her
chin developing the scantest bit of pudginess near the jowl area.  Her
waist and thighs weren't as slim, not as tight as they used to be, which
must have attributed to how tight fitting her blouse and skirt now were. 
However, Ivana's disgust did not spawn from repulsion towards Jenny's
softer, less toned appearance.  She was angry because, somehow, these new
"imperfections", if they could called as such, had made Jenny look...dare
Ivana thought...better.  The extra facial and body weight that was now on
Jenny, somehow made her appear...younger, more youthful and giving her face
a more girlish appearance.  One who had somehow ceased aging in the face at
the cusp of womanhood, while body still bloomed magnificently into a near
perfect figure.  Her jowl area, now a bit more full, extenuated more of her
natural beauty, capturing the curves of her full lips, and the contours of
her chin, nose, and giving her bright blue eyes more of a foreground to be
taken notice of when looking at her.

   And more still was the fact that the added bit of weight to her body had
- in what seemed to be in total contradiction to Ivana- made her appear
more physically healthy and voluptuous than before.  An hourglass would not
have served as a decent description of her shape.  Her breasts, still
large, still round (if not moreso now), had maintained their natural shape
an appearance of softness.  They still curved upward near the nipple, and
they still held a natural bounce as Jenny walked down the hall.  They were
held tightly in place by the fabric of the blouse, while her waist and
stomach didn't bulge as one would expect with weight gained, but merely
distributed the weight in equal measure throughout her entire body.  Her
mid section had gotten a bit wider, but so did her hips, ass, thighs, and
legs in accommodation.  Jenny had just gotten bigger overall, with the
muscle she had from before holding the extra meat firmly in place.  The
weight gain had taken the shape of mass more than bulk, making Jenny
resemble more of a super-heroine rather than a swelling whore, some sort of
finely aged goddess from Norse mythology rather than a low class fraud who
hadn't been watching her diet as of late.  And what perhaps disturbed Ivana
the most, was that glow Jenny now seemed exude.  Over the last few weeks
Ivana had started to take note of a kind of...radiance emitting from Jenny.

   She always appeared to have a slight sheen to her skin.  A natural glow
that gave her pallor a healthy looking tint of pink, that in turn
emphasized Jenny's long golden hair.  When she smiled, showcased her set of
pearly white teeth, her entire visage beamed.  It was the kind of glow
Ivana noticed a woman would have after a long hot bath or stint at the spa,
or...Ivana thought to herself, the glow you get after having really good
sex, she finished, biting off the thought as quickly as it came.  Ivana did
not know this sort of glow herself really, at the very least not as well as
Jenny had proven to, but her and her girlfriends in the past had always
noticed, somehow consciously been able to read the physical signs of their
peers after one of them had had a particularly enjoyable romp with one of
the male (and in some rare cases female) students.

   It pissed Ivana off to no end.  The slut went around doing god knows
what with other men...black men at that, and somehow managed to look
healthier, better for it?  The mere notion made Ivana's stomach turn.  She
toiled night and day to maintain her physique.  She scrutinized and
calculated every single morsel and calorie of food she put into her body,
while of course all Jenny Summers had to do was sleep around and swallow
black spunk to look just as good (and then some).  And for it, everyone in
Coxville loved her, little miss perfect Jenny Summers.

   Ivana's fists clenched for a moment.  Clenched, and then released.  She
let the anger slip, pass from her in a single exhalation of inner heat. 
It's alright, she thought to herself.  Everything is fine.  Jenny won't
look at all like the rosy little princess that everyone sees her as after
tonight, that's for damn sure.

   After a few moments Ivana poked her head into the hallway, making sure
Jenny was out of sight before she made her move.  Quickly as her step in
heels would permit, she strode down the hallway, her enormous tanned
breasts bouncing slightly with her pace, and over to the coat rack that
stood next the front door.  She went through the pockets of her brown
jacket, one she had brought there earlier that day and had hung on the
rack. From one of the deeper inner pockets, she retrieved a slim black
jewel disc case, with a silver DVD inside titled "Coxville Book Club Film".
From another pocket in her coat, Ivana withdrew another jewel case with a
DVD inside, and it too read "Coxville Book Club Film".  The two discs were
identical, except for one minor difference.  On the second DVD there was a
small period made at the end of the title, a dark subtle mark that only
Ivana would recognize between the two discs.

   Ivana's plan was simple, though she had gone through each step in her
head meticulously, over and over again that entire week.  Ivana's
objective, the destruction of her best friend and greatest rival Jenny
Summers, was about to commence.  After years of bringing up the rear
socially, Ivana now had all the pieces assembled to turn the tables of her
seemingly inescapable station as Coxville's second best woman, the primary
piece to the plot having been given to her by Jenny's own hand.  The plan
had taken shape from the events of what had happened the previous week
during a Coxville High basketball game.  In short, Jenny, a married mother,
had been caught - discovered in the most crass and crude of methods - with
a very large, very black man in one of the school rooms on campus.  Ivana -
who had stumbled upon the act - had filmed the disgusting display with the
new camcorder her husband George had bought not long before.  The panting
and puffing, grunts, groans, and cussing, loud slams of flesh on flesh, and
base animalistic behavior, had all been captured on high definition film,
immortalizing Jenny's true whorish self.  After the deed was done, both
parties spent, Ivana had taken the footage home, and through a bit of
searching on the internet for instruction, and a quick trip to the local
electronic store, had succeeded in making a DVD copy of the act.  Jenny,
the Queen of Coxville as many called her, would be exposed for the lowly
fraud that Ivana had always known she was.  And the forum for this
unveiling would be held at none other than the whore's own house, in front
of her best friends, who just so happened to be the loudest band of gossips
in the county.

   The girls in the Coxville Book Club had been gathering on a monthly
basis for almost a year now.  It had begun with idle chit chat one day
between Ivana, and Mrs.  Bianca Blackwood in the faculty lounge at Coxville
High where they worked.  Bianca, being a teacher and also adept with
keeping in shape, and Ivana being the head school nurse, would often engage
in idle tete a tete on topics pertaining to diet, their workout regimens,
the state of nutrition (or lack thereof) in the school, and other topics of
interest that they both shared.  One day the two women were discussing
their thoughts on a contemporary fiction novel - a modern romance that they
had both found particularly intriguing.  Eventually during the
conversation, Jenny Summers - much to Ivana's dismay - had been brought
into the conversation by Bianca, after discovering Jenny had also read the
novel.  Bianca asked for her thoughts on the ending, one which Jenny found
the happy ending of the story to be an unrealistic, on account that the
blue eyed and fair haired male protagonist did not seem to be nearly as
masculine, or as physically equipped to satisfy the needs of his tall, dark
haired female counterpart.

   "He just didn't seem...well...manly enough for her.  I mean all that
crying he did near the end during that rain storm, and the way they
described him physically just made him seem so...pale and skinny, built
like more of little boy than a man.  Not nearly enough for a tall fit girl
like her", said Jenny with matter of fact fervor.

   This in turn struck up a small debate between Jenny and Ivana on their
separate takes on some of the finer points of dialogue and plot found in
the story.  They went on for the entire span of their lunch break about the
characters, their interpretations of the imagery and their metaphors, as
well as what they felt was an incredibly erotic use of superlative language
in certain prose.  By the time they had finished, they were so enamored
with the discussion they had decided to reconvene at a later time so that
they may continue it.  A discrepancy in scheduling made it difficult for
the three women to find time for them to all meet up in the lounge at the
same time.  Jenny was swamped, what with her taxing instructional duties as
cheerleading coach, and Ivana and Bianca had their own affairs to attend
to. After a minute or two of comparing conflicting schedules, the trio
decided that they would meet the following week, which fell on the first of
the following month.  They decided to meet not at the school, but at
Jenny's house and at a time when all three women would have a few spare
hours to their name.  Smilingly, the girls (Ivana included out of fear of
seeming like a killjoy) had agreed.

   The following week Ivana and Bianca arrived to Jenny's house. 
Unexpectedly in tow was Sammy Spitzmen - the young redheaded girl who lived
next door to Ivana, who had been informed of the meeting just after a
rigorous workout with Ivana at the local gym they both frequented - and
Anya White - the tall dark haired wife of Bianca's neighbor Tom White. 
Sammy - having hours of free time to spare that evening, and still bursting
with energy even after having finished the majority of her chores at her
suburban home as a newly married housewife - decided to tag along with
Ivana, despite her admittedly limited knowledge of the book that was to be
the evening's main course of discussion.  Anya, a tall and exceptionally
curvaceous woman of a remarkable beauty that fit her in perfectly amongst
Coxville's female natives, had decided to accompany Bianca after speaking
to her on the phone, on the grounds she merely wished to be out of her
house for a few of hours.  Being born not a member of the Coxville
community, but a foreigner from a small, unpronounceable remote town
somewhere in Russia, she saw the meeting as an opportunity to befriend a
few of the local townswomen, and establish a cluster of people of whom she
could perhaps call her friends.  Having also read most of the book herself,
a practice of her own making to develop her still budding skills with the
English language, Anya had decided the meeting would be a refreshing event
to take part in.

   Despite several spills of lemonade and blunders with kitchenware onto
the floor from the clumsy Sammy, - who was all left feet unless exercising
- and the difficult language barrier found in communicating ideas to the
thick accented Anya, the gathering couldn't have been any more joyous.  The
girls exchanged thoughts, ideas, and voiced discrepancies with one another.
They filled Sammy in on the details of the novel that she didn't quite
understand, and Jenny and Ivana had engaged in a particularly lively
debate, once again over the plot's ending, that only ceased after Bianca
intervened.  Before they knew it, the moon had risen and Jenny's husband
Harold had returned home, weary after a long day at the office.  With his
arrival, the girls decided that they'd conclude their gathering, but pick
up the discussion the following month, same time, same place.  And thus the
Coxville Book Club was born.

   As the women talked more and more during the club meeting's interim,
they passed on knowledge of other novels that they thought one another
would be interested in.  This pattern of passing information became
routine, and before the ladies knew it, they were reading almost a every
few weeks.  Jenny in the comfort of her bed at night next to her snoring
husband, Ivana during the waning quiet hours in her office at the school,
Bianca in her classroom whilst taking a break from the arduous, often
irksome task of grading less than stellar papers and essays, Anya after a
taxing yoga session or an argument with Tom, and Sammy while cycling or
during a less intense portion of her daily workout routine.  Over the
course of that year they had discussed many books and novellas, and held
over dozens of conversations.  Things had progressed in much the same
pattern that entire year, all the way up until now, with Ivana swapping the
second disc into the case of the other, and vice versa, and placing the
switched DVD not into her own coat pocket, but into Jenny's, which had been
hung right next to Ivana's.

   Things, for a time, were good for the girls.  Good, yet not without
their own stint of tribulation.  The few more recent months had been
something of a low point for the club.  Interesting though the discourse
amongst invariably girls was, though the novels they read kept them fairly
entertained in the duller hours of their everyday lives, the ladies
couldn't help but feel the faint approach of boredom creep closer and
closer upon them with each gathering.  No amount of intriguing literature
could banish the strain of routine after all, as all the women soon began
to realize, though kept quiet amongst themselves for fear of sounding like
a nag.  Meeting again, month after month, had turned into a habit.  With
that habit came the feeling of mundaity, and with the feeling of the
mundane came a hesitance to attend.  Conversation grew stale, subject
matter and context began to lose meaning and worth, and the girls soon
found themselves in an increasing number of prolonged silences.  To bolster
their spirits with a change of scenery, the girls decided to rotate the
hosting houses from month to month.  One meeting would be held at another
girl's house, from Ivana to Sammy, Sammy to Bianca, Bianca to Anya, and
Anya back to Jenny.  They changed the genre of books they read from
contemporary romance to fantasy, thriller, some horror, and even a spot of
science fiction by Sammy's suggestion.  This served to create more
discrepancies amongst the group than it did strengthening bonds.  The
subject matter was just too broad, left people either torn, dissatisfied,
or wholly confused.  Soon they decided to jump more into tales of classic
origin, and to give the club a bit of a jolt to their sessions, they
decided to add film to format in order to spice things up visually.

   The plan this month for the book club was to watch a film version of the
most recent novel they had been reading, a period piece about a single
mother raising her children, and finding a new romance in a wounded soldier
guilty of desertion in the south during the Civil War.  After watching the
film, they would discuss their thoughts, and compare its contents to the
novel.  It was a sure fire method to get the girls talking again, to get
them interested again.  Ivana however, had a different film in mind for the
evening.  One that would most certainly get the girls talking.  In the
event Jenny decided to place the blame on her for switching the DVDs -
transfer the outright guilt of unveiling the craven carnal appetites
harbored by the blonde to Ivana's questionable tactics of deception - the
evidence being found in her own pocket would ruin any remaining credibility
that was to be salvaged.  Their peers, after seeing what was on the planted
DVD, would most likely be too shocked, too appalled by the footage, to give
any credence to Jenny's claims.

   It would be considered a product of Jenny's own lack of caution in
labeling such a lewd video of her being engaged in such abominable acts, an
attempt to dupe Jenny's husband Harold should he come across the DVD and
wonder of its content.  Surely he'd find nothing suspicious in Coxville
Book Club Film being written on such an unassuming disc.  And by the time
the footage was shown, its contents showcased, and the accompanying fallout
from its unveiling exploded, would the particulars of how the DVD came to
be, or how it came to replace the original film really matter?  The
identity of the mysterious third party who recorded their tryst wouldn't
take precedence over the film's footage, nor would Jenny's lax skills in
hiding her depraved trophy of the act count for much in the court of her
peers.  With possession being 9/10s of the law, and the evidence being 100%
true in regards to the female participant's identity would be two strikes
out of three for the blond harlot.

   In switching the DVDs, Ivana was setting a fire that would finally burn
her long time rival to her very foundation, ashes to ashes.  Her peers, her
best friends, after seeing how disgusting Jenny really was, would turn
their backs on the blond in sheer revulsion.  Word would surely spread
through the teacher's lounge in low grumbles, through the gym, through
phone calls and so forth, about why the girls had suddenly decided to erase
Jenny from their list of friends.  What with the town being so small, and
the lips of the other girls being so loose when it came to gossip, ripples
were sure to follow.  Jenny's reputation would be annihilated, the facts
and proof laid out for all to see, and after the subsequent divorce from an
outraged and heartbroken Harold, Jenny would remain as a scarlet shaded
slattern, the blonde pariah of Coxville.  The social leper, who's true,
tarnished colors shone for everyone to see.  It would be glorious, and it
made the smirk on Ivana's face twist into a smile resembling that of a
busty Cheshire cat.

   It sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body, a twinge of excitement
for the execution to begin.  It wasn't evil, wasn't petty or cruel if it
was for the reputation of the town, Ivana had told herself numerous times
since making the duplicate DVD.  What she was doing was a service to her
town, exposing indecency for what it truly was.  And what was on that DVD,
the raw, sweaty, loud, forceful display Ivana had seen, was indecency at
it's most potent.  So potent that numerous times Ivana had secretly wanted
to watch the footage again to grasp what it was on camera that in person
left her so awe struck.  Despite her innate nodding to put the DVD in, to
push play outright to see it, Jenny and that big hulk of a man, him pushing
his enormous...thing into her with the subtlety of a mating bull...his
huge...Ivana shook herself out of the trance.  Disgusting, she thought to
herself.

   Ivana could hear Jenny riffling through things in her room.  It made her
jump, thinking that perhaps Jenny was returning to the living room. 
Hastening her pace, she walked back over to the couch, and lifted one of
the pillows that had been sitting there.  She placed the second DVD, the
one with the period, onto the couch, just between the seats to avoid any
lingering suspicion of it randomly disappearing and reappearing again out
of thin air.  Jenny would equate the finding of the item to her simply
overlooking the lesser explored crevasse of the couch.  By the time the
footage was played, it would be far too late for Jenny to deny or protest.
Just as she settled the DVD in its place, and put the pillow back on top of
it, Ivana heard the sharp ding-dong of the doorbell.

   "That's them!" shouted Jenny from the other room.

   "Alright, I'm finishing up this lemonade Jen, let them on in and we'll
find it afterwards", replied Ivana.  She scampered away from the couch and
back into the kitchen just as Jenny strode through the hallway and towards
the front door.

   Jenny tugged and pulled at her clothes a bit, adjusted the pin that held
up her hair, and she opened the door to a high pitched hail of voices.

   "Hey girl!" squealed Sammy.

   "Helloo!" said Bianca.

   "Jenny!" said Anya in her thick European accent.

   "Hey girls!" said Jenny with a bright smile.  "Come on in."

   She hugged each girl as they walked in, each woman holding matching
copies of a book as they passed the threshold.  As the four of them walked
through the foyer the living room, Ivana had just been making her way out
of the kitchen with the cold pitcher of lemonade, seemingly for the first
time in several minutes.

   "Hey ya'll" said Ivana.

   She set the pitcher down lightly on the glass table, and made her way
around the room, giving hugs to the other girls.  Some idle talk,
compliments on one another's outfit and their origin were passed around. 
The girls laughed, making small talk about the goings on of their day, the
strenuous nature of their workout at the gym, their frustrations with
certain students at school, and the lack of appreciation from their husband
and/or respect from their stepsons.  When the girls finally got settled,
Jenny stated that there was a slight problem in finding the film of the
evening, bringing up the disappearance of the DVD they were supposed to
watch that night.

   "You mean this one?" said Sammy almost immediately in her typical
girlish tone.

   She sat up slightly in her seat on the couch, lifting herself up from
one of the pillows she had been sitting against, and felt something hard
and somewhat pointy against the cushioning.  Low and behold, Sammy had
found the missing DVD, holding up the black jewel case and disc inscribed
with the words "Coxville Book Club Film." in bold dark marker.



   "Oh, that's it!" said Jenny in surprise.  "I swear I near tore that
couch apart looking for it."



   "Well, obviously you didn't look well enough hon", said Ivana a more
smug expression than perhaps merited, a smirk painted her face and
reflected in her green eyes perhaps more than she intended to convey.



   "Well...I suppose so.  Oh well, we found it so that's all that matters."
Said Jenny briskly.  "Ya'll girls ready to get started?"

   That's weird, I could have sworn I checked under each pillow, Jenny
thought to herself.



   "Oh absolutely, I've been waiting for this all week", said Bianca. 
Sigh...I hope this doesn't go on for too long tonight, I've still got a
mountain of papers to grade thought Bianca.



   "Yep, let's get this show on the road!" said Sammy enthusiastically,
somewhat bouncing in her seat like a teenage girl.  Did I forget to turn
the porch light before I left?  I could have sworn I did?  What time did
Steve say he was coming home tonight?  Early I think.  I hope he's not too
exhausted tonight, rambled Sammy in a no specific pattern in her mind.



   "Da, cannot wait", said Anya.  I'm just glad to be away from Tom and
that little prick Todd she thought to herself.

   Jenny took the DVD, and walked over to the television mounted on the far
wall.  Using the remote she turned on the flat screen TV, and with the same
remote activated the DVD player.  The screen illuminated in a brilliant
high definition shade of bright blue.  The girls gathered in their seats,
Anya, Sammy, and Bianca sitting on the middle couch, while Ivana stood just
in front of Harold's reclining chair, too excited, too enthralled with the
promise of the oncoming storm.



   "Everyone keeps telling me the movie was better than the book", said
Jenny with her back to the girls.



   "Yes, it's gotten very favorable reviews thus far.  I'm actually really
excited to see it for myself", said Bianca.



   "How'd you manage to get a copy of it so early Jen", came Sammy. 
"Didn't this only just come out a couple weeks ago?"



   Jenny bent over and forward a bit, placing the DVD into the player and
pushing the open/close button on the right side of the machine.  Her
posture and position reminded Ivana of that night, bent over on the science
lab table.  She had to shake her head again to oust the image.



   "Well", Jenny began with a hint of hesitance.  "I've got a friend who
works for the S.A.G.  We were talking one day, and I got around to telling
him we were reading the book, and he told me that he was reviewing the film
version.  It went against a rule or two, but I was able to convince him to
let us borrow his copy for a night to use in the club meeting.  That's why
I was so panicked about it being lost.  It's his only copy."



   Did you fuck him too, you slut?  Thought Ivana.



   "Wow Jenny, you've got connections", said Sammy in tone that hinted of
admiration.

   Jenny and the other girls laughed, while Ivana stood silent.  Once the
DVD was in the player, the opening slid shut, and small text on the upper
left corner of the screen read "play" in bold white letters.  This is it,
thought Ivana.



   "Well, maybe one or two.  He's already seen it for his review, so he
didn't see any harm in letting up use it for tonight."



   "Alright girls, here we go, this is gonna be good", said Jenny as she
turned and made her way towards Harold's reclining chair.  Jenny had been
told numerous times of his desire for his chair to be unused by anyone else
aside from himself, however Jenny had time and time again showed little to
no concern for such a request, especially these days it seemed.



   "S'cuse me Ivy" said Jenny stepping passed Ivana to get to the chair.



   The girls all leaned forward in anticipation, Ivana stood just next to
Jenny as she swung her large curvy bottom into Harold's recliner, and sat
on its edge.



   "Ivy, why you are still standink?" asked Anya looking over to Ivana. 
"Com, seat." She said, placing her hand on the open space on the couch.



   "Oh I'm fine darlin" replied Ivana with a light smile.  "I was just
gonna grab a glass from the kitchen."

   And with that Ivana turned and headed towards the kitchen, making her
presence less known as she slipped out.  The blue screen turned to black
for a long moment, as the DVD player read the data on the disc.



   "Hurry Ivy it's starting", called Sammy.

   She waited, listened, and stilled herself as much as she could with
anticipation.  After another long pause, the silence of the room was broken
by precession of audible grunting, pants, and moans that Ivana knew to be
familiar from the other room.  The video had started, and for a moment she
swore from the kitchen she had heard a simultaneous gasp from the girls at
once.  A collective breath of shock from the living room as the various
noises filled the area.  As the loud pounding noises commenced, the deep
baritone of the black man's voice vibrated in the surround sound, before
the familiar accompanying female voice chimed in with,

   Oh shit!  You're burying that big black cock so DEEP!

   Ivana could hear the soundtrack of the video playing in the other room,
each sound emphasized by the surround sound speakers positioned at
different points in the room.  And with that, Ivana plan had commenced.

   ...



   Ivana had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing
out loud.  It was really happening.  Jenny Summers was being destroyed at
this very moment.  Ivana wanted to rush back into the living room to see
the look of stark terror on her face in being exposed in front of the
others.

   She wanted to laugh, jump around, and poke a finger in Jenny's face with
an exclamatory "HA!" However, despite her innate to capitalize on the fall
of her rival, and the...odd..  truly odd sensation of warmth that started
pulsing through Ivana's body in response to all the different noises.

   The slapping of what she knew to be dark honed muscle slamming against
soft white skin.  The sensation slowly crept from her head, then to her
chest, and feeling her nipples hardening for some reason.  She noticed her
heart was beating quicker than normal, this feeling, this deep warmth going
down her stomach and her legs would go back up her thighs to give a rush of
heat to herUgh!  You like dat big ol nigga dick stretchin out yo pussy huh,
dirty white bitch?!

   The phrase sent another strange pulse through Ivana's body.  She turned
and began making her way back into the living room in haste, since all the
focus in the room was undoubtedly being directed to the screen; which she
now wants to see for herself (again) as well.  Oh shit, the glass.  She
opened the cabinet and retrieved a small glass from the middle cubbard and
closed it.

   A part of her was surprised that none of the girls, Jenny especially had
jumped up and hit the stop button on the DVD player.  The footage was
rather...shocking to say the least.  The vision held you in place in much
the same way watching a car crash or watching a building explode.  When she
entered the living roomer, there wasn't a single person that stirred, moved
or spoke from her angle.  Now, for a bit of acting on my part,



   "Did any of you girls want any-", an abrupt pause.  She gave a practiced
gasp of shock intended to imply that she had been taken off guard from
seeing the footage for first time, which in effect wasn't entirely untrue
to her she thought.

   Ivana had forced herself to not look at the video again since the night
of the game when it was first captured on the camcorder.  Perhaps from some
sort of irrational fear that she would somehow be tainted by the images if
she saw it again.  Since then, the whole ordeal had distorted into merely a
kaleidoscopic slew of abstract parts of images.  Animalistic grunts, curse
words, single muddled shots of body parts, and patches of sweat had
replaced the entire memory of the ordeal.  But leaving just
certain...feelings in their place that Ivana thought was strange for her.

   Strange, because of their habit to cause her heart to race, and equally
(if not more so), strange because the sensation of her heart racing in the
manner on hand, was often associated to her wanting sex.  And now, days
later, all the pieces had were reassembled before Ivana into a singular
panoramic image.  However this didn't help the fact that she had caught
herself thinking about it more times than even she was willing to admit to
herself.  The crystal clear images of the black man and his gargantuan
penis plunging itself into Jenny's pink muff was now recaptured.  This time
perhaps.  even more thoroughly from the intensity of their fucking.

   Yet another surge went through Ivana's spine as she reached the open
space of the living room, the jolt was so strong this time upon seeing the
black stud giving it to Jenny without a shred of mercy, that she actually
dropped the small glass that was in her hand.  It hits the hardwood floor
with a sharp crash, which oddly made Ivana's surprise now seem more
genuine. This crap can't possibly be turning me on!  Ivana thought while
trying to collect herself.  As she did she noticed the slight feeling of
dampness between her legs.



   Fuck!  You're gonna make me cum on that huge motherfucker!



   Ugh, yeah, I'm bout to nut too baby.

   The silence persisted outside the soundtrack of Jenny's writhing and the
black man's grunting.  Ivana wanted to observe the faces of the other
girls, but she couldn't manage to pull herself away from the images that
paraded in front of her.  It was just so...so



   Oh yes!  That's it, baby!  Pound that pussy!  Give me that hot white
nigger load!



   AAAGH FUUUCK!

   The same climax, the same close up shot of the black man's huge member
flopping out of Jenny's beaten hot pink colored pussy.  The thick white
globs dribbled profusely from the opening of a cock head the size of a
fist. It was the same motion of Jenny quickly turning and falling to her
knees while taking the bulbous thing into her mouth.  The same thick liquid
pumps down her hot mouth and into her throat, while her head bobs furiously
in the process.  The same white remains dribbling down her chin and onto
her heaving tits.



   GARRGH!

   The intensity waned, leaving the pair catching their breaths.  Ivana had
intended to savor the next part and drink the next bit of dialogue in as
though it were the last dregs of a fine rare wine.  But she was too
occupied with her own physical situation.  The wetness that now soiled her
white cotton panties.



   Ma cousin Jerome was right.  You one bad bitch Mrs.  Summers.  Shit, I
ain't neva seen a white bitch take all ma meat like dat beefo.

   And the piece de resistance, the cherry on top, the killing blow.



   Please...call me Jenny, came the woman in the video between bouts of
licking and sucking on the man's soften, monstrous cock head.  Jenny's face
is now in full view of the camera.  What was your name again?



   The rest fell into a blur due to a lack of relevance.  The climax had
hit and the countdown reached zero.  When Ivana finally turns her head away
from the glowing screen, she surveyed a room filled with only a host of
ghost white, jaw dropped, effeminate faces.  Sammy, Bianca, and Anya sat
right next to each other on the couch and looked frozen as though they were
statues made of pure ice.  Their eyes glued to the screen all the way up to
the final frame and eventually cut to blue, the word "stop" appears on the
upper left side of the screen.

   ...



   For a long while one spoke, no one uttered a single word.  Ivana glances
down to Harold's reclining chair and at the snow white face of Jenny
Summers, her rival-or rather- her ex-rival.  When Jenny finally spoke
again, it seemed distant, tiny and on the cusp of being ethereal.



   "Girls I...I"

   Ivana crossed her arms under her enormous breasts in triumph.  I've done
it!  Game Over, Slut!  There's no way you could deny this.  Not with the
camera showing a clear shot of your face covered with that black man's
sperm.

   "Well..." began Ivana, breaking the long stint of silence trying to keep
her face as stoic as possible.  "Jenny...I just don't know what to say. 
I'm shocked really..."

   To this the other three girls finally brought themselves out of their
stupor to nod at Ivana's statement.  All of them leering at Jenny, all of
their faces wearing the same wordless O of shock.

   "To think you were capable of something so...I mean...what in your right
mind would possess you to...I can't even put the words in my mouth."

   Ivana was coaxing the other girls into joining in, to fill in the blanks
of her purposely broken sentences.

   The girls only nodded in agreement.  They were still quiet, but all of
them were listening, present, and in complete compliance to her every word.
Ivana suspected they would be as such from now on, what with their great
heroine Jenny Summers now being torn down from her pedestal and Ivana being
the only acceptable choice remaining to lead them.  This is fitting
actually, no.  More than fitting, this is perfect.

   "So ladies..." she said, looking over to the three on the couch.  Ivana
drops what little resistance towards gloating, "do you have anything to say
to Mrs.  Perfect?" There's no point in holding back now.  All Ivana would
have to do, with the explosion already set and ready, would be to strike
the match.  It was, surprisingly, Sammy who spoke up first out of the trio,
an O still formed on her tiny mouth.

   "Jenny..." Sammy comes out with a mousy tone.

   Here it comes, thought Ivana.



   "Good Lord, girl!" she then blurted out.



   "I- I had no idea you could, that was- I'm-" stammered Bianca.



   "bozche moi Jenny!" Said Anya.



   "That was...THE..." her mouth emphasizing the word "the".

   Its happening chimed Ivana in her mind.

   "Yes Jenny" began Ivana "that was purely-", but she was cut again by
Sammy,

   "HOTTEST thing I've ever seen!"

   A key characteristic of Sammy Spitzmen was that whenever she was truly
awestruck, her bright green eyes would widen and beam with an incandescent
shine.  She resembled a girl on Christmas morning that had just walked down
to her living room to find a pony, a brand new princess dress, and a
full-fledged castle waiting for her.  This was the expression of pure glee
and amazement that was painted on her face when she shot right up from the
couch.

   In response, Anya rose from her seat with a similar expression that
almost had the same degree of wonder and enthusiasm, while Bianca remained
seated.

   "Goodness Jen..." said Anya while shaking her head.

   "Did not know you were such...such...intense zexual, such power,
increduble."

   Anya had been reduced to simply throwing out random words that best
described her take on the matter, she was so awe struck.

   "Well..." Bianca said adjusting her black round rimmed glasses.

   "What about your husband?"

   Bianca will back me up for sure, thought Ivana to herself.  She's the
most conservative woman I know.  She'll think what Jenny's doing is
unforgivable...I'm sure of it!

   "Forget er husband," interrupted Anya with a biting tone to her voice.
"He's probably a jerk too!"

   "Well..." Bianca said lowly.  "It's...certainly not what I was
expecting."

   Here it comes!  She always starts off calmly before digging into
someone, thought Ivana.  Despite her certainty of Bianca's response, a
distant part of the brunette crossed her fingers.

   "I mean...I know we've had something of a drought in terms of
interesting topics as of late.  But for you to have a side-lover outside of
marriage is extreme in and of itself, but with a BLACK man Jenny?  In
Coxville of all places?!

   Jenny gulped in response to the sensation of her throat drying up. 
Ivana reveled in seeing her nemesis squirm, watching her stew in the hot
seat of scrutiny for a change.  It was a delicious sight that left the hint
of a delectable flavor on the brunette's tongue that caused her to subtly
lick her full lips.  YES!  Ivana cheers mentally.  She folds her arms to
signal to Bianca that she was on her side.

   "If nothing else it's certainly a bold move!  And if there's one thing
that we've learned during this year in our club, it's that pushing
boundaries are often quite useful in maintaining the interest of your
audience."

   Bianca said this with a raised right index finger in an exclamatory
gesture, as though she were back in the classroom giving a lecture to her
students.

   "And to go as far as to film the event, just to push the idea of a novel
plot...well, I don't know if you're crazy bold or just plain crazy, girl."

   The three women eyed Jenny, however it was not with the disgusted
accusatory scowls that Ivana had originally envisioned.  Sammy stood almost
on the tips of her toes before Jenny like an excited puppy dog about to go
for a walk.  Her face didn't display the outrage that she'd originally
expected.

   "The plot?"

   Jenny replied with her frozen state of terror now broken by a look that
bridges confusion and surprise at the accolades that she was now receiving.
I can't believe they're taking this so well.

   "Yes, Jenny..." came Bianca, knocking Jenny from her thought.

   "The plot of the novel that we've been reading.  A married woman with a
child who despite her social caste and environment, goes against the moral
grain of southern society, roots, and upbringing to pursue a relationship
with a black man who's escaped the Confederacy.  This was the concept of
the story."

   Oh...my...  god Ivana thought.  That IS exactly what happened in the
story.  Ivana was so caught up in planning and executing her offensive
against Jenny, that she had completely forgotten what the climax of the
novel had been.  The big twist of the story, Rosewood Embers, was the
identity of the deserting soldier.  Though described in bits and pieces
throughout the novel, at the erotic climax of the story he is revealed to
be a dark skinned black man, an ex-slave who had joined the military on the
side of the Confederates, only to abandon them and his duties during the
chaos of a particularly brutal battle.

   It had struck Ivana as odd, and shocking at the same time.  She had
learned from Bianca that during the Civil War, over 65,000 Southern blacks
had been in the Confederate ranks.  Of the 65,000, an estimated 13,000 of
these men saw actual combat during the war.  Many others, and
understandably so, soon abandoned their positions when the tide of war had
changed.  Many of them had either defected or headed deeper into the less
populated regions of the Southern states.  There was a deep historical
validity that had struck Ivana whilst reading the weighty novel.

   Her feelings towards the female protagonist had gradually developed from
the beginning of the story into a mode of sisterly admiration, only to be
decimated upon the revelation that she willingly bedded one of those men.
It had struck her as revolting back then, but now...  Ivana wasn't entirely
certain of her stance on the matter was.

   The video of Jenny, the apparent intensity and raw passion in their
fucking had struck a series of lesser strummed chords inside of her. 
They'd left her not so much curious, but...Ivana wasn't entirely sure what
to call it.  The word and expression remained on the tip of her tongue,
ever-present there but ultimately out of reach.

   All she knew for certain was that the act in question and contemplation
had stirred something inside of her.  Something so brutish and primal that
she was now starting to have - in some mysterious and ill defined capacity-
a new found...understanding of the woman's actions in the novel.

   "He WAS black wasn't he?!" Sammy erupted.  "I KNEW IT!  The way she kept
describing him and all that deep tanned muscle talk."

   "Yes, Sammy.  She did go quite a bit into detail during some of the
more...descriptive portions of the novel.  Our maverick Jenny here was so
moved by it that she actually decided to go out and try it out for herself.
It's highly unorthodox and beyond brazen, but...I must say, the more I
think of it, dare I say I am impressed!"

   And that negro she was with...I'm surprised his posture isn't completely
ruined by carrying something THAT big thing around.

   "My goodness, Jenny!" came Sammy.

   "I've never seen anything like it before!  I mean, I s'pose I've been a
bit curious about it once or twice.  What with all the rumors going around
about, you know...all the stuff they say about them having great big man
parts and all." Bobbie Sue and Steve always tell me that it's just a silly
old myth, but my goodness...that fella was HUMONGOUS!!!...and sooo fit too!
"

   "Yeah, he was a giant alright," Jenny added with a hint of a smirk on
her face and with emphasis on the word giant.  Her tone seemed rooted more
in the fond memory of encounter than simple fact.

   Jenny felt herself feeling more relaxed and returned to her jovial
demeanor after realizing that the threat of condemnation had passed. 
Despite her initial fear of being reprimanded by the other girls, she
realized that she actually enjoyed the attention.  However a question still
loomed ominous above her.

   How had that ended up on a DVD?

   She shuddered on the inside at the thought of someone outside of her
active circle of partners knowing of her lesser known appetites for black
men.  Jenny had always taken fair steps to keep not only herself, but her
daughter Kitty's activities with the local black men of Coxville a guarded
secret.  Though this current storm had passed, Jenny knew she'd dodged a
seriously dangerous bullet by but a fraction of an inch.  Like Bianca had
said earlier, this was Coxville.  Things like her with Tyrone, Coach,
Black, Principal Long and so on just didn't happen in their small, time
encapsulated region of the south...not in the open at least.

   The only ones who knew (to the best of her knowledge) outside of her
daughter and her friends -- who were all just as initiated with black cock
as she was -- was her husband Harold, who at present seemed to be the most
likely culprit.  Harold had been extremely jealous of the black men in town
whom Jenny decided to engage and his jealousy was trumped only by his
intense arousal at the sight of seeing his wife, "the hottest woman in
Coxville" get fucked senseless by the hung dark skinned bulls.

   He'd never admit it out loud, not even if pressed, but Harold never came
harder than when he saw his beautiful wife get manhandled by giant black
cocks.  Jenny thought it's likely that Harold's fetish for playing the
voyeur had recently evolved to him wanting to film and document her
encounters with the various well hung blacks of Coxville.

   To a degree it was fine by her, watching herself get pounded mercilessly
by that big stud Tyrone had turned her on in ways that were new to her. 
Even now she felt moisture forming between her legs.  She was crossed
however with the fact that Harold's little experiment had been left to lie
around so far in the open.  She loved the idea of her being filmed, but
resented Harold's lack of tack in keeping the footage hidden.  Jenny loved
black cock to the extent she'd tackle as many as she could when and
wherever she could.  However Jenny's addiction to black men did not slate
her grasp of common sense.  She'd be damned her reputation in town were
ruined on account of her husband's stupidity.

   It wouldn't be a chore at all to reprimand him on the matter.  She had
established dominance over Harold quite some time ago.  Unlike what most
people assumed, she didn't care nearly as much, if at all, about her
husband knowing that she preferred the full, robust, male organ of men of
the darker hews in town.

   Harold isn't my master, she thought with a slight grin, not with his
pathetic little pencil dick!  Watching herself get pummeled on the video
only reinforced that fact.  Harold doesn't even have a fraction of what
Tyrone or Coach Black has.  Hell, he doesn't even compare to Samson and
he's still in high school!

   "Heeuge like bull!" said Anya to Sammy as they engaged in a two way
parley about Sammy's earlier comment on Tyrone's body.

   "I've never been even remotely interested in black men, Jen.  But I must
say, the physique on that one was rather...remarkable." said Bianca
matter-of-factly.  She was doing her absolute best to not let her face
flush at the memory of that huge thing.

   The world had flipped inverted on itself.  It didn't register to Ivana,
it just simply refused to make any sense.  How did this happen?  She had
gone over this plan thoroughly with a fine tooth comb, with every piece in
turn being meticulously combed again and again in her mind down to the
smallest element.  They weren't supposed to be like this, sitting there all
bright eyed and giddy like a bunch of little high school girls in a gossip
circle.  Sure, it was...intriguing watching Jenny take such a huge thick
dark...  thing into her...by such a huge and physically built man...it was
pretty amazing...granted, but...but"I can't get over it Jenny, you and a
black guy?!" Sammy smiled.  "Bobbie Sue and Momma always make it sound like
its so disgusting.  But after seeing it for myself, the contrasting colors
and all, it actually looked pretty cool."

   "Jenny, how ded you take et all?" came Anya as she leaned forward,
bearing a generous portion of cleavage in the unbuttoned area of her black
blouse.

   "Yeah, how did you take it all?" Sammy echoed with a glint of wonder
coming from her emerald colored eyes.

   "I mean, that thing looked like it was about the size of my arm, and
almost twice as thick too!  I'm afraid something like that would split me
in two."

   "Indeed," Bianca added.  "I'm a little curious myself actually.  You
seemed so into it that it hardly looked like you required any real effort
on your part."

   Jenny nodded her head in contemplation.  Ivana remained standing a foot
or so behind her, both her arms folded stiff like two twisted branches on
an oak tree.  She'd kept them preoccupied and concealed out of concern of
acting out the voice howling in her head to just strangle the blond bitch
where she sat.

   "Well, I won't lie to you, It's harder than it looks.  But after you
finally get the head in and take the first few pumps, your body just...I
dunno...adapts to all that extra meat.  Your muscles and insides kinda
relax and just...give way.  The first time is always the hardest, but trust
me, in the end it's well worth it.  There's no better feeling than having
your pussy getting completely filled with all that warm, thick black meat."

   "Wooow, Jenny...that's so lewd." Sammy remarked jokingly.

   "Boszche moi" said Anya in her Russian lilt.

   "Hmmm, interesting..." added Bianca.

   The three women leaned forward on the couch with perched ears waiting
for Jenny to continue.

   "Well, who needs a novel when we've got a living Rosewood Ember sitting
right here in front of us.  A true heroine through thick and thin." Bianca
said jokingly.

   The girls all giggled mischievously, as though they themselves were back
in grade school sharing in the punch line of some crude joke.

   "Tell more Jenny", pressed Anya.

   Heroine?...bah!  Ivana sneered in disgust while Jenny went into more
descriptive detail, the girls clung to every syllable that came from the
busty blonde sage's full lips.

   The questions soon followed in rapid succession, each one overlapping
the other.  What's the biggest she's ever had so far?  How did the semen
taste?  Was it sweet?  Was it as thick as it looked?  How'd she psyche
herself up to do it the first time?  How long did it take for her to get
adjusted to such a huge thing?  Sammy Spitzmen presented the question of
how many calories she thought they'd burned during the encounter.

   "You guys were sweating like crazy!  I bet you it was a lot!"

   The girls laughed at this, thinking the redhead was simply making a
joke, however the look on her face seemed to be one yearning of genuine
knowledge.  So how often did you do it before that night at the game?  How
did you discover black men?  And again, how did you manage to get all that
inside you?

   Jenny answered each question as fast as she could, trying her best to
keep up with the women until Bianca said,

   "My word, I just don't think I'd be able to do it," a response to
Jenny's experiences and methods of coping with such vast male members.

   "Oh, don't be silly BB..." Jenny waved a hand in friendly dismissal.

   "You've got a lot of cushion back there, girl.  More than any other
white girl I've seen in Coxville.  I've had ni-"

   She stopped herself, not wanting to refer to it quite so freely to her
girlfriends just yet.  It was the south, but even still, certain words you
simply didn't say aloud without approval.

   "I've had black men inside of me that were SO much longer and fatter all
around.  I'm talking thicker than a grown man's forearm, and longer than a
baby's leg.  I think, with a little practice you'd be a natural."

   "Good heavens!  You think so?" Bianca asked taken aback by the claim.

   "You bet!  Trust me on this.  A nice bubble butt like yours was made for
taking big black cocks.  Plus..." Jenny paused a moment for emphasis. 
"Black men love it, especially on white girls.  They just can't get enough
of it!"

   The girls giggled at this prospect, all of them taking that time to
steal glances of Bianca's rear, a large, heart shaped mound plotted on top
of the couch cushions.

   "Look, BB.  If my booty can take something that huge, I'm certain you
wouldn't have a problem, not with all you've got going on back there.  You
and Ivana both."

   "Wha-what?!" Ivana blurted.  "My ass isn't THAT BIG!"

   Jenny gave her a sideways glance.

   "Ivy, as many times as I've heard you fuss and moan about not being able
to find pants that fit you,..." Jenny giggled, leaving Ivana to grumble and
grind her teeth and her cheeks to turn red.

   Meanwhile, Bianca turned to the side and propped up her lower back up in
an attempt to get a better look at her posterior.  It is rather large,
Bianca thought.  The astute blond had held what she (and many others)
considered to be an abundance of hind quarter.  A fact that often bothered
Bianca greatly.  Her husband Ronald had never made any outward complaints
about it, but in the same breadth he had never particularly praised her for
having such a large behind either.  She'd always attempted to cover up any
lingering insecurities she had through her conservative choice in clothing.

   However, the attempts often times backfired entirely.  No matter how
finely tailored the dress, slacks, shorts, and sweatpants were; her
backside has always appeared more plump and prominent, and exentuated by an
especually toned and curvy lower back, that always tended to arch and
expose lines of muscle, and sway in conjunction with her hips as she
walked.

   The only time anyone had ever made a remark about her had been in school
by the students in her own classroom.  Crass remarks that had come so often
and brutally that BB had since developed a kind of phobia of people making
remarks about anything pertaining to her rear end

   ...

   Whenever Bianca turned her back to the class to scrawl a name, date, or
topic onto the black board; she would hear an array of whistles, hoots,
hollers, and a fair share of explicative slang terms that she knew were
crude and are only aimed towards her behind.

   Bianca would bear the abuse, until she'd finally turn around in
frustration to track down the culprits.  She'd look around to see nothing
but a host of innoncent faces staring back at her.  All of them free of
guilt, except for a few of the young black students who had positioned
themselves in the back of the room.

   They would all stare back at her, their faces barely masking their
laughter with scrunched lips and tightened jaws.  After shooting them an
icy glare and giving a stern warning against disrupting the class, she
would eventually turn her back once again to the class, only to hear the
jeering commence again.

   "BAM!!!  There it is!"

   "DAT ASS!!!"



   "3-B IN THE HOUSE, SON!"

   "WHOOTY BUTT!  WHOOTY BUTT!  WHOOTY BUTT CHEEKS!!!~"

   ...

   Is that why they made such a huge fuss about my behind?

   "Sammy.  To answer your question from earlier, about how I discovered
black men.  It's kind of HARD to explain, its a long story."

   "Oh, don't worry about that!  You gotta tell us Jen, please?" Sammy
begged, eager to know all the gritty details.

   "Da, from beginink Jenny", said Anya with an approving nod.

   "Yes, do tell." Bianca said, once again adjusting her glasses.

   Jenny Summers could have lit a stick of dynamite and thrown it in the
center of the living room and it wouldn't have jostled a response to flee
from the women.

   They huddled around Jenny, who sat on Harold's recliner.  Despite her
state of utter shock, anger, and disappointment; Ivana maintained her
position beside Jenny and found herself actually listening in just as
intently to what the busty blonde was about to say.

   After another long pause, Jenny then began her tale.

   "Well...  do ya'll remember that one football game against the Bartown
Beavers a ways back?"

   ...

   By the time Jenny had finally completed her tales, her adventures in
discovering the wonders of big black cock, the girls all swam in the
lingering mental collage.  Anya, Sammy, and Bianca stared up at Jenny from
their places on the floor, gathered round her reclining chair as though she
were a kind of fabled goddess given physical shape.  Ivana hadn't moved an
inch throughout the entire duration of the story.  Her legs and lower back
ached from standing up in such a stiff manner for so long, but she was also
amazed at the tales she had just heard.  Unbelievable, was the only word
that could cross her mind.

   "And that's it.  I haven't gone back since.  I mean why would I, hehe? "

   "Woooow Jenny" said Sammy.

   "That was rather remarkable Jenny." Added Bianca.  "With Coach Black?  I
just didn't know you and he were so...familiar."

   "Iz this Coach Bleck really such stallion?" asked Anya, a devious and
curious glint in her eye.  Anya had met this "Coach Black" before.  Once,
when she and her husband bumped into (quite literally) the pair of Coach
Black and Jenny at the mall.  From a first impression, Anya found the huge
negro to be utterly crude and vulgar brute.  Making comments about 'fuck
buddies' and making no effort whatsoever to mask his interest with Anya's
breasts.



   He was a total svin'ya < pig > from what she recalled.  A really tall,
dark and incredibly muscular svin'ya...granted, she thought...but a svin'ya
just the same.  However, apparently (by Jenny's testimony), this svin'ya
had a dick that could wear down an amazon and make the horses back home in
Cherniderivo blush red over.  Anya had (silently) been searching for
someone in town to have her own tryst with.  Her own husband Tom had been
working her last nerve lately, and she'd learned (from watching American
television) that in the US, the best method of revenge for a woman against
an unappreciative husband, was to cheat.  She also learned that -- for some
reason -- it was doubly impactful if it were a white woman and a black man
having the affair.  "Do...you think...Jenny, you could...how to say...hooka
up me with him?" Anya couldn't believe she was asking Jenny this, but hell,
that video had left her feeling bold...amongst other things.

   "What?  Said Jenny with some degree of surprise.  "You want me to set
you up with Coach Black?"

   Anya nodded her head vigorously.

   "Da, just to...  zee cock of bleck for my zelf...".

   Jenny took a long moment to ponder this question.  Rolled the concept of
introducing Anya to Coach Black and estimating how long (exactly) it would
take him to get her to strip down and jump on his godlike tool.  Her
conclusion came swift and decisively in her mind.  Hell no!  She concluded
to herself.  Coach is MINE.  I'm not sharing him with anyone, not even
Kitty.

   "Hmmm...I'm not so sure about that sweetie.  He's really...picky about
his women, you know?" A lie perhaps, but one said to protect what mattered
most to the hot blonde.

   Anya's shoulders dropped at this.  But not just her, Sammy's wide grin
faded to a pout at the news as well.  Even Bianca's shoulders collapsed a
bit, as though her own hopes of meeting the stud that had apparently given
Jenny such life altering pleasure had just been dashed.

   Hmph, and if you got him, I'd be a shoe in, thought Ivana.  She knew she
could surely get Coach Black if she wanted to with little effort.  On a few
occasions she had spotted him giving her a number of thorough glances
whenever they would pass one another on campus or in the teacher's lounge.
She had never spoken to him before, but now she was curious as to how fast
she could get him to give her the same treatment that he had given to
Jenny.

   After surveying the saddened looks on the girl's faces upon her
rejection, Jenny began to feel a little guilty.  She knew words simply
wouldn't do in conveying how amazing a big black cock really felt.  A first
hand experience would trump a pep talk or story any day thought the
gorgeous blond...but how do I do that?  Surely there must have been some
way to bring the girls in on her new enlightened view, some way that didn't
require her having to share her prize Black bull.  Just then an
all-too-familiar ringing sound resonated inside the room.  The chidding
sound of the doorbell brought all the heads in the room up with a slight
start.  There's someone at the front door.

   ...

   Jenny had opened the front door to see a tall, young, muscular black man
of solid brown color of impressive athletic build, with a smoothly shaven
head.  He stood in a casual posture with his hands in the pockets of his
gray sweatpants, and a familiar grin was inched across his youthful
features.

   "Oh Samson..." Said Jenny with hint of surprise, yet with a similar
smile just beginning to form on her lips upon identifying the boy.

   "Hey Jenny," replied Samson in a voice that seemed somehow deeper than
normal to the blond.  To Jenny, the young black man seemed to grow a full
inch every time she saw him.

   "How many times do I have to tell you, its Mrs.  Summers if you're going
to continue dating my daughter?" Jenny replied sternly, arm akimbo at her
sides for emphasis.

   "Ah, sorry bout dat...  Mrs.  Summers," said Samson, only scantly hiding
sarcastic wide smile.

   "What can I do for you, I've got company at the moment, sooo-" she let
her words trail off, testing him for a confession on the purpose of his
visit this evening.  She wasn't about to invite him simply on general
principal, despite the reality that she silently wanted to pull him through
the door right then and there and help herself to what she knew was
sitting, coiled in his sweatpants.

   "Well, I was wondering if Kitty was around."

   "Kitty's not here right now.  She's out with some of her girlfriends.

   "Oh..." replied Samson, letting a second or two linger before continuing
the conversation.  Samson wouldn't admit it, but the lost opportunity in
Kitty not being around only opened an enticing door of opportunity with
Jenny's mother.  One that Samson quietly wished to capitalize off of.

   "But..." Jenny then interrupted, perhaps subconsciously identifying the
young black's silence.  "You're welcome to wait for her here until she gets
back if you like."

   Samson grinned, knowing that his patience would pay off.

   "Oh...alright, sure that sounds great Je-", he stopped himself, spying
the rise of Jenny's irked glare signified by a furrowing of her brow which
made him anxious and -to a more potent innate degree- aroused at the same
time.

   "Well, don't just stand there like a log, come on in." Jenny said,
waving the boy inside, her southern accent hitting a particularly strong
note with the phrase.

   He looked at her and for a moment and he thought he caught the slightest
hint of a smirk etched on the outer corners of her mouth.  He passed the
threshold, hung his black jacket on the coat rack, and followed Jenny into
the living room.  The entire time while walking down the main corridor of
the house he was admiring the steady sway of Jenny's sway of her wide and
inviting hips, and the effect it would have on her large round ass as she
walked.  The result it had on his body was a shot of adrenaline and a quick
tingle of anticipatory delight forming in the bulge of his pants from the
memory of what he knew those hips and ass cheeks were capable of.  He
entered the living room, and upon seeing the group of women that were
sitting there he paused abruptly with a slight start.  There were three of
them situated on the living room couch, all huddled together and chattering
away fervently in quiet council about something.  He looked over to the
wider area of the room to see a fourth woman standing nearer to the side of
the room closest to the kitchen.  She was somewhat hidden by the shadows,
but Samson immediately recognized her from his high school.

   Samson recognized here as nurse Swallows.  He noticed she was standing a
fair distance away from the rest of the group.  She stood motionless like a
statue, her arms crossed under a pair of some of the biggest, rounded, and
most succulent looking breasts he had ever seen.  Dayum!  Samson thought to
himself.  Those titties are legit, they're almost as big as Jenny's!  He'd
seen Swallow's immaculate breasts a million times before in the past, yet
his response never lessened or was any less impressed from the sight.  It
was possible that was because he hadn't had the pleasure of sampling them
for himself self, not yet at least.  Mrs.  Swallows was a particular
favorite amongst the boys at school.  She would often turn her nose up at
them whenever they tried to compliment her on her outfit, and how it fit
every portion of her thick curvy body and tanned silky smooth skin.  All
the guys speculated on how wild she was in the sack, and if she was as good
at taking huge black dick, like a certain cheerleading coach they all knew.

   Feeling his presence, the trio of women on the couch suddenly ceased
their banter to look over in unison at the young man.  At the same time
Mrs. Swallows looked over at him from her area of the room.  The act caused
him a momentary jerk of discomfort.  That was of course until he got a
better look at them.  One of the women he immediately recognized was Mrs.
Blackwood, his very own homeroom teacher.  Samson his friends Anthony and
Leroy, and another black Coxville high student named Gerald "G-Spotz"
Styles had given her the nickname 3B, which was an abbreviated nickname for
Big Booty Blackwood, for her exceptionally large and almost overwhelmingly
shapely ass.  Along with his boys, they would often talk about it both in
secret and aloud, including when they were in her presence.  She was
dressed in much the same way she would have been at school, if not perhaps
a bit more relaxed, with a few more of the buttons of her blouse being
undone.  She wore a black blouse that did an "ok" job of covering her well
rounded breasts, but showed an enticing amount of cleavage from its
loosened parts in the front.  Her black silk skirt stretched tightly around
the firm curves of her hips and thighs, while her dark blond hair was tied
up in its signature French twist style.  The boys in school thought that
she already looked sexy as hell, but she if were to simply let her shoulder
length hair cascade down to its full glory, it would be an absolute sight
to behold.

   The thought sent another jolt to Samson's dick.  The other women he saw
were faces he didn't know too well until getting a better look.  The taller
of the two remaining women had a deep shade of glossy jet black hair, honey
almond eyes that came with a delicious set of full pink lips underneath a
straight nose.  She had a wide and robust pair of womanly hips and thighs
that were a perfect blend of soft flesh and honed muscle.  She looked to be
om mid to late twentiesand (if it were even possible) a quality that hinted
of her being foreign.  This assumption was given significant aid by the
fact Samson knew the dark haired beauty to be the mom -correction- stepmom
of Todd White - a fellow classmate and member of the football team.  She
was from somewhere in Europe, where exactly Samson couldn't remember or
really care.  She had also been the subject of quite a few discussions
amongst the young men composing his entourage.  Inside the locker room
Samson and his boys would taunt Todd.  They would ask him if his new mom
spoke in whatever weird Euro language it was that she spoke while his pops
pounded her with his old ass dick.  Often their playful insults were met
with Todd giving them the finger.

   "You mad?" Stubby, a squat young member of the team would jeer.

   "Nah nigga, he's butt hurt cuz pa-pa won't let him hit it." Deon would
add.

   "Shiiit," exclaimed Stubby in response.  "If I were in yo spot Todd, I'd
be bustin them guts OUT son, like euuryy night ma nigga.  Havin that ho
screaming my name in her native tongue and shit, nahmean?"

   Stubby added to the statement a pantomime gesture of thrusting his hips
back and forth while waving a hand left to right near his crotch, his hand
smacking an imaginary booty.

   The last girl in the room was the only one that Samson hadn't
recognized. She was the smallest amongst them all, but she had to be the
most physically fit of the group.  Her short lean and wiry frame was
nothing but toned muscle from head to toe, with ample curves of her own to
spare on hips.  She wore a pair of tight black spandex pants that showcased
the perfect shape of her trimmed thighs, running trainers, and a loose
fitting gray sweatshirt where "Push It" was written in bold black cursive
letters across the middle of her robust looking chest.  Part of the opening
of the sweatshirt hung low, exposing a part of her silky, slender shoulder
and a portion of a pink bra strap that was cut off on the lower area and an
bit of her impressive set of lower abdominals, the V shaped muscle near the
front of the hips.  She still maintained every inch of her girlish
features, and a beautiful face with a small cluster of reddish freckles
speckled across the bridge of her nose to both sides of her cheeks and just
under her eyes, which were a pair of striking bright green eyes that peered
straight back at him.  It was fairly obvious she was the youngest of the
women.

   Jenny, who was still ahead of him turned and said,

   "Why don't you sit here with us until Kitty gets back?"

   "Oh...alright..."

   Damn, these bitches fine as hell.  If I'm gonna stay in here I'd better
take a seat REAL quick before they notice my shit is expanding!

   "Hey ladies!" called out Samson in a jolly tone.

   "Hello" the women all said in unison.

   "You caught us in the middle of our book club meeting," added Jenny who
now suddenly stood beside him.  She seemed to have almost appeared from
nowhere.

   "Ah, I see.  That's nice, I guess..." replied Samson in feigned
fascination made evident by his dry tone.

   He looked around the living room, purposely averting his eyes away from
the alluring women that were gathered before him out of an urgent need to
find a place to sit before the boner tickling his pants became too obvious.

   "I think you'll like today's topic..." came Jenny, her voice taking a
seductive dip that caught Samson's ear.

   "Oh really?  Why's that?  He responded.

   The room went quiet.  The three women remained seated on the couch while
Nurse Swallows stood behind Jenny.  Samson noticed the stiff and serious
gaze of Mrs.  Swallows as she kept looking at him.  The icy glare and
statuesque posture from the busty brunette had intimidated him a little
while she stood there, taking on the appearance almost of a bodyguard for
beautiful blond.  At the same time however, Samson couldn't help but find
himself being further aroused by Nurse Swallow's piercing stare, and
imagining what that same mean expression would look like worn on her face
whilst holding a mouthful of his cock.  He suddenly felt Jenny's hand
coming up and gripping the fabric of his crotch over the sweatpants.

   "You don't mind if I show you, do you?" Jenny whispered softly to the
young man's ear before being face to face and shooting him a mischievous
smile on her fine features.

   "Hmm, looks like you're already getting the right idea..." Jenny's eyes
widened for a moment.

   She giggled seductively and moaned softly into his ear.  Jenny bit her
lips in lightly in approval from the feeling of Samson's awakening manhood
that was slowly kept expanding in her delicate hands as her fingers
caressed the swelling bulge in his sweatpants.

   "Wanna know what's going to happen next, hmm?" Jenny continued to
whisper, her face now only two inches away from his, her bountiful chest
heaving in concert with chiseled pecks after she pressed them against him.
This bitch is bad, and she hasn't even stroked my meat yet!

   She lightly tugged at the covered hilt of his hidden meat, which coaxed
a grunt from the young man while she leaned in closer to him, pressing her
full lips firmly onto his in a passionate kiss.

   The other girls were taken aback by such a forward advance.  Their eyes
all grew large with wonder and mixed focus, and their breathing became
shallow with the raising temperature of the room.  From over Jenny's
shoulder, he saw Nurse Swallow's eyes fix down on Jenny's hand as it
gripped the meat of his hardening cock from under his sweatpants.  She's so
aggressive, like this is nothing for her, Ivana thought.  Wow, that's so
hot!  Jenny's going for it right now!  thought Sammy.

   "Come here to the light Samson, so the girls can get a better look at
you." Said Jenny while her hand slid from Samson's bulge to his massive
hands as she guided him to the center of the living room, where the light
shone brightest.  The three girls still sat on the couch while Nurse
Swallows motioned a bit closer towards them and just in front of the big
white reclining chair.  Jenny made him face the girls on the couch while
she began to bend down in front of him, sliding to one knee.  Slowly she
tugged at his pants, inching them down bit by bit after undoing the pant's
drawstring.

   "Oh my...you're still a growing boy after all..." Jenny purred after
yanking his sweatpants down, letting them pool to his ankles and freeing
his long and massive half-hard cock.

   The girls all gasped in shock as they gazed at this marvel of unique
flesh before them.

   "Oh my gawd!" said Sammy.

   "My word, Samson!" said Bianca, poking the middle of her glasses.

   Anya gasped and spoke something in Russian.

   Oh my god, its as big as my forearm, thought Ivana.  Jenny took a single
smooth hand and gently slid it up Samson's thigh, before clutching his now
throbbing manhood and hoisting it up slightly to the side for the girls to
get a good look at it.

   "This, ladies" began Jenny, as though advertising it, "is what it's all
about".  She then took his large cock into her other hand, and turned
towards her smiling face.  It bulged, a pump of blood to the organ caused
the network of veins strewn from top to bottom to pulse, which in turn made
it grow right before the girl's baffled eyes.  "Big" Jenny pursed her full
red lips," Black", as she gently kissed the bulbous head, clear white
pre-cum now dripping from the urethra.  "...Cock."

   Using her tongue, she then began licking the head, brushing her pink
tongue across it as though it were a dark ice cream cone, just before she
slowly slid a fair portion of the rest of Samson's cock into her mouth. 
Ivana's jaw dropped, Sammy and Anya held each other's hand while they both
gently bit their lips.  Bianca had unknowingly slipped her black glasses
off of her face, and was now softly biting on one of the rim edges, not
even aware of the gesture.  Ivana had hardly noticed that she had finally -
after over an hour of standing stiff as a tree- collapsed backwards into
Harold's reclining chair.  Jenny sunk more and more the dark meat stick
into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head back and forth in long sensual laps
that became wetter and louder with each pass.  She devoured most of him in
her first few runs, and then proceeded to slide the entire thing into her
mouth, deep down into her throat, holding it for a few moments and slightly
moving her head from left to right for emphasis.  Samson's body relaxed,
melted into the gesture.  Jenny had deep throated his cock so far that her
nose had actually come into contact with the black stud's lower abs.

   There was a none-too-subtle shaking of Ivana's shoulders in response,
and she panted softly while touching her pouty lips with a couple of
fingers that mimicked Jenny's deep throat motion.  Jesus!, the brunette
thought, not wanting to give the blond her due accolades, but all the same
fighting, holding herself back from shoving a finger or two inside herself
in lewd applause.  The muscular black youth held his breath in from the
sudden disappearance of his cock.  He resisted the urge to grab a handful
of Jenny's blonde locks and face fuck her until he came.  The moaning woman
below him continued to look up at him with a dazed, semi cock-drunk and
glance.  A variant of a thousand yard stare that was focused on nothing but
servicing the pulsating number pumping in and out of her throat.  And even
still, her sharp blue eyes conveyed a deeper hunger that didn't seem to be
satiated even by the full expanse of the large black stud that she now held
fully down her throat.  Samson turned to butter on his own two feet, and
after another long moment of marinating on the young man's dark meat, Jenny
released the massive cock with a long wet exhalation with a added loud pop
as her lips sucked a bit harder on the dark head.  It was after getting her
breath back, and with a bit of a slobber lathered on her chin when Jenny
said,

   "Get closer ladies, you might want to take notes."

   Jenny looked over and winked at Ivana, which in turn made the busty
nurse churn with silent anger.  She scowled at Jenny, a gesture intended to
wordlessly accept her issued challenge.  Ivana's plan may have been a
complete failure, but she'd be damned if she let Jenny come off as the
instructor, and her the student...even if she did make that big black
monster cock disappear in her mouth and down her throat like magic, she
thought sheepishly.

   As per her request, the girls got up from their seats, and gathered
around Samson on their knees.  Ivana remained standing, choosing a position
higher above the others, and preferring the downward view of Samson's cock
as Jenny once again began fiddling with the head using her tongue.  And
with that, the girls training began.

   ...

   Ivana was still far beyond pissed at Jenny, thoroughly so what with the
added sting of the bizarre twist the night had taken in her rival's favor.
How had they all ended up like this anyway?  From the moment they pushed
play on the DVD player it seemed like the entire world had gone off its
axis.  Slipped into some sort of off kilter parallel version of the world
that caused them all to change into such craven things.  But alas, such
thoughts fell to the backend of importance while watching Jenny work on
Samson's huge pulsating member.  It was an amazing feat, even Ivana
couldn't deny that.  The beautiful blonde sucked and slobbered and sloshed
on the huge brown hose-like piece as though she had been well versed in it
all her life.  The wet slurping sounds that emitted from her efforts caused
the girls to squirm with excitement.  Eyes widened and shot from place to
place, not quite sure whether to pay more attention to Jenny bobbing head
or to the vein riddled cock that was rapidly growing in length and girth in
her wet mouth.

   It won't stop growing, thought Anya, her lips pursed tight.  She could
feel her mouth begin to water slightly with each passing moment.  She grew
increasingly anxious, eager to get that big fat cock of black in her own
mouth.  Could she?  She wondered.  It was unlike anything she had ever
seen, in her home in Russia or even after she moved to the states.  It was
marvelous, made her husband Todd's penis look like a tater tot by
comparison.  Anya then murmured aloud an idle thought that had slipped
passed her brain and found itself in the ether of spoken dialog.  To the
girls it wouldn't have been identified as anything understandable, simply a
a few lilting syllables lapping at odd inflections on the Russian's tongue.
However to one astute to her native language, the phrase would have been
identified as something like: Jesus, that cock is humongous...

   Jenny pulled the large ebony rod from her mouth again, and grabbed a
part of it with her left hand.

   "One thing you always have to remember ladies, is that black cocks
require a lot of spit", she said, then punctuating this remark by spitting
a big thick glob of her own clear spit onto the top of the vast organ.  She
held it up and it dribbled from the top to the bottom of Samson's penis,
and down to his strikingly large pair of ebony balls.

   "Goodness", said Sammy.

   "Looks...messy", said Bianca.

   "It's a messy job", replied Jenny.  "But sooo much fun, and it really
helps out in the end.  Watch..."

   With that Jenny went back to work.  This time she more than doubled her
speed, her head moving to and fro so hard and fast that her hair swooped up
in arching motions.  The spit had acted as lubricant, and made her head
bobbing far easier now.  The effect showed in Samson's groans increasing.
He looked down to see Jenny gorgeous face moving vigorously on his cock,
her blue eyes looking up at him hungrily, and her full pink lips pursing
tighter on him.  His teeth clenched.

   "Ah, fuck I can't hold out!" he bellowed.  "Here it comes!"

   And with that the girls saw Samson spasm on his feet, while Jenny began
to suck harder at his tensing cock.  The dark veins bulged as his juices
flooded into Jenny's greedy maw.  She sucked and mewled and mumbled
unintelligible slurs on his bucking monster, swallowing it as fast as she
could.  After what seems like an entire minute she reluctantly released it
from her mouth, not a drop of semen spilling onto the floor, for every drop
had been taken.  It was a mouthful, but Jenny swallowed the huge load in a
single gulp, a single blotch of white coming from puckered lips.  She
immediately wiped the blotch up with a finger, and licked it off as though
it were the frosting to a fine cake.

   "Wow Jenny", said Sammy in awe.  "I had no idea something that big could
fit down your throat!"

   She took about a solid foot down her throat like it was nothing, thought
Ivana, her jaw still dropped.

   "You very lucky boy, havink Jenny to take your hewge cock, no?" said
Anya, gazing up at Samson seductively.

   "Oh my goodness!" Came Bianca suddenly in a gasp.  "He's getting hard
again!"

   The four other girls all looked to Samson.  Low and behold, his brown
cock was already swelling back up to its original hard state.

   These white bitches are just so damn fine, my shit just won't stay down,
he thought.

   "Now then..." came Jenny after a moment of savoring the taste of
Samson's seed, "You girls want to give it a try?" She smiled, looking
around at the shocked faces.

   There was a long paused.  All four of the girls frozen in their place,
all eager to try their own mouths on the young Sampson, but all of them
apprehensive as to how the others would react.  Eye shot back and forth,
conveying all the worry and mixed with anticipation.  In the end, one voice
broke the lingering silence.

   "Out of way ladies!" came Anya in the pitch of a command.

   Inspired and without any further hesitation, she hit her knees and
gripped shaft of Samson's cock, and without another word shoved it into her
mouth.  Jesus, its stretching my jaw to max, she thought.  She was used to
being able to fit the entire span of her husband Tom's penis in her mouth,
down to the balls.  But this black throbbing mass of hard meat was a
struggle just to get the head settled in passed her lips.  Casting caution
to wind, she reared back, and then shot her head forward, taking a vast
amount of the erect cock into her throat.  It was almost immediately too
much for her, and after a few hard forward and backward jerks of her head,
she gagged and spat it out in a messy spray of saliva.  She choked heavily
and Jenny had to intervene.

   "Whoa, not so fast, Anya" she said, patting her back as she coughed
through her failed attempted.  "It's something you have to work at.  Good
first try though.  Alright, who else wants to try?"

   Immediately a hand shot up from Sammy.

   "Oh oh, I do!" she wailed, emphatically as a school girl who knew the
answer to a complicated math problem.  Her eagerness made Jenny giggle a
bit.

   "Alrighty then, here you go" she said, pointing the now licked clean,
meaty cock at the smiling red head.

   Sammy slowly reached one of her small hands forward.  I can't believe
I'm about to do this, she thought.  Steve would go berserk, and I don't
even want to know what Bobbie Sue would say.  But...  her hand fell upon
it, feeling its warmth and its velvety texture with the robust veins
pumping more and more blood to it, making it grow larger in her hand.  It's
just that...its so big, and thick and...  dark.  Her bright green eyes
became mesmerized, her clear pupils reflecting the image of the swollen
cock.  She soon gave in to the swelling temptation that had been growing in
her since her eyes had adjusted to the film.  She opened her tiny mouth as
far as she could, and slowly motioned the big thing into her mouth.  Sammy
worked Samson's cock into her mouth cautiously, not wanting to repeat her
friend Anya's previous blunder and making sure that the vast piece didn't
overwhelm her tiny mouth.  She puffed her lips upon the head, before
letting it penetrate passed her lips and into her mouth.  Gradually she
fell into a rhythm, and picked up her pace.  She slurped and sucked as much
as she could get into her mouth.

   Her neck length hair wafted as she enthusiastically bobbed on the
engorged black rod.  At one point she turned her head to the left, the cock
still nestled in her mouth.  The shift in angle made the huge cock protrude
outward from the side of her left cheek, the head of it looking like as
though Sammy had an immense jawbreaker in her mouth.  There's so much of
it, she thought.  Can't get it all in my mouth, but I've gotta push.  Try
as she might however, she couldn't manage get the entire span of Samson's
cock down her throat.  What she could get she sucked on hardily and with
great fervor, encouraged by Samson's groans that came more frequently as
she increased her speed.

   "Very good Sammy", said Jenny as she oversaw Sammy's technique.  She
could tell Sammy was into it, her energy showed through her rapid head
motions and the moans coming from her.

   Look at her go, thought Ivana as she watched the small redhead suck and
slurp on the huge thing.  It didn't really surprise her, what with Sammy
being as energetic the other ninety-nine percent of the time as she was. 
It turned her on seeing the lithe little redhead try choking herself on the
young black stud's monster cock, half of it now shiny and wet with Sammy's
spit and tears begining to form on the edges of her eyes.  Jeez, this thing
is gigantic, way bigger than Steve's, Sammy thought.  This is actually
really fun, and this guy has a really great body.  Sammy rose a free hand
and ran it up Samson's thigh, along a trail that ended at his tight six
pack abs.  She rubbed them gently, appreciating their solid texture while
soaking in the rapture of the huge dong burrowing back and forth in her
mouth.  If Sammy hadn't known any better, she'd swear the combination of
sensations had her on the verge of a powerful climax.

   Samson remained standing, walking on clouds as Sammy ravenously bobbed
on his cock.  Man, the guys are gonna be crazy jealous when I tell them
about this shit.  This little red head bitch is a straight monster.  I love
it.  He equally enjoyed the soft touch of her fingers as they brushed
across his stomach, stroking his abs with her fingertips.  This wasn't
entirely surprising to the young man, as her own physique conveyed the
proof of her being a very strict individual with exercise.

   "May I try now?" asked Bianca, leaning forward so that Sammy could pass
the throbbing cock to her.

   "I think it's my turn!" interrupted Ivana, moving Sammy aside from the
end of Samson's cock after a long lap on the underside near his balls.

   I'll show her, she thought, pushing her way through and falling to her
knees.  She hoisted Samson's cock into both her hands, and glared at it
intensely.  I can take this, easy.  Ivana then took it into her mouth and
slowly, inch by inch progressed on the arduous task of fitting the ebony
mass all the way into her open maw.  Holy shit!  Thought Samson.  This
bitch is serious.  She's getting at ma dick like she's mad at it.  She
nearly got the entire length of Samson's cock into her throat before she
found herself short of breath.  My god it's stretching my throat out, she
thought, tears beginning to form and run down her cheeks, strained gurk
sounds sputtering from the deepest part of her chest and throat until she
finally bottomed out and pulled back for air.  Long ropes of thick spit
connecting her pouty lips to his cock.

   "Not bad Ivy", said Jenny.  "But", she then added.  "You didn't quite
make it all the way down." she jested, pointed to the one dry stop on the
final inch of Samson's cock that she couldn't devour.  Ivana's face
reddened and her hands quietly balled into fists.  I fit more of it in than
any of the others, and she complains about one inch?!  If Ivana didn't have
a firm grasp on her emotions, she'd have hopped over the Bianca and Sammy
and strangled her to death with her bare hands.

   "Your turn BB", Jenny then said.

   "Oh, a...alright", Bianca replied nervously.

   She removed her glasses, and set them on the glass table.  She crawled
over to the towering Samson, until she got close enough to where her mouth
could reach his cock.  What am I doing, Bianca asked herself.  I can't do
this, I'm this boy's teacher for Pete's sake.  Her protests soon wandered
however, fell further and further into the silent corner of her mind as she
gazed at the huge brown dong dangling just in front of her face.  Bianca
had thought of a thousand very good reasons as to why she shouldn't be
doing this, and dozens more reasons why she should have ejected herself
from the situation entirely.  However, there were only two thoughts that
ultimately reached the active part of her mind at that very moment; Heavens
it's enormous, the biggest thing I've ever seen.  The second that followed
was: How much of that would I be able to even fit in my mouth?

   She then took a soft manicured hand, and slid up slowly along base.  So
smooth she thought, and warm.  In her hand she felt the heat pulsing
through Sampson's body.  She couldn't quite articulate how the mere act of
holding it made her feel, just that its texture and the faint manly musk
odor of it in turn made her just as warm, and - as it was now apparent by
the moisture in her panties - very wet.  She reared up, and opened her
cherry red lips.  She took in one hot inch, then another, and then another.
Not wanting to rush like the other girls did, she lingered for a moment,
getting a feel for and savoring the taste of the big thing that was now
making its way deep into her mouth.

   It's so heavy, she thought to herself.  It must weigh over a solid pound
or so, and its girth is remarkable.

   The weight of just the first few inches of it pulsing in her mouth made
her have to alter her position.  Still holding it in her mouth, she placed
both of her hands flat on the floor so that she could lean up further.  She
arched her back, which hoisted the upper half of her body closer to
Samson's hips.  As she began to suck at the huge shaft in loud throaty
passes, Samson got a significant view of cleavage of the curvaceous
blonde's full breasts.  He also noticed what the motion had done to the
angle of Bianca's lower half.  The act of arching her back had made her
behind perk up more, showing the promise and outline of her large shapely
ass, which wiggled behind the tight fabric of her clothing as her head
bobbed back and forth.

   Shit!  Mrs.  Blackwood's got a phat ass booty.  As she took more of
Samson into her mouth, her back arched more, which lifted more of her ass
up in the process.  Samson couldn't hold it.  He reached a hand over from
his standing position, and grabbed a handful of Bianca's right ass cheek.
He's grabbing my ass, Bianca thought.  The feeling of Samson's big strong
hand gripping and slightly massaging her cheek made her even more wet. 
They really do get off on white women with large bottoms, she thought,
somewhat charmed by the notion.  Motherfuckers soft too, dayum, Samson
added upon squeezing and rubbing the generous portion of white booty meat.
Samson's hands were large, but even still he only managed to grab a portion
of her ass.  Massaging it coaxed the curvy blonde to pur while she sucked
wetly at Samson's black cock.

   Wonder how this ass would feel riding my dick, he thought.

   And the thought was what did Bianca in.  Imaging the dynamics of
Bianca's sizable posterior riding his solid cock like a cowgirl made Samson
rock hard.  Without warning his cock expanded another few inches into
Bianca's mouth, and forcefully hit the back of her throat.  She couldn't
take it, and immediately lunged back, gagged, and gasped when her mouth had
finally freed itself.

   "Well done BB", Jenny said.

   "Da, very good BB", added Anya.

   "I'm going again", came Ivana, who without another word clutched Samson
in her hand and shoved him back into her mouth.

   "Somebody's eager", chided Jenny with a smirk.  "See girls, it's just a
matter of practice.  Ivana's already hooked."

   Fuck you, thought Ivana.  Furiously she took her anger towards Jenny out
on Samson's cock, fucking her face hard with the wet rock solid piece.

   "Agh yes!" came Samson, his eyes rolling into his head.  "Fuck yes! 
She's a natural!"

   The compliment spurred Ivana on, and in response she took him deeper
into her throat, this time actually managed to go all the way to the hilt.
To keep herself from reeling back, she rose an arm and swung it around
Samson's waist, gripping his ass so that he couldn't pull away and she
couldn't back off.  This bitch isn't fucking around, she's gonna make me
cum or choke herself to death, he thought.  Samson was rendered speechless,
and within a few more violent pumps from Ivana, Samson spasmed again as he
began to cum straight down her throat.  Ivana's green eyes bulged as the
thick liquid shot directly into her, causing her to fight frantically
pulling back from the wet onslaught.  Too much, she thought, her mouth
flooded with far more cum than she had anticipated.  Trying to mimic the
technique she had seen Jenny use earlier, she swallowed as quickly as she
could, without trying to spill a drop.  But alas, it was not fast enough.
She gagged half way through Samson's climax, and had to pull back out of
fear of choking on the monstrous white load that filled her in seemingly
endless surges.  In pulling back, her blouse was covered in creamy white,
leaving her breasts, shirt, front of her skirt, and entire lower half of
her chin a cum covered mess.

   Anya, Sammy, Bianca, and Jenny all stared at the rich mess that had been
made.  Speechless, they all just looked as the thick globs fell from the
tip of Samson's dong, and onto the overwhelmed Ivana.

   "My verd!" said Anya.

   "Goodness gracious, so much." Came Bianca.

   "Outstanding Ivy", said Jenny.

   After another moment, Jenny promptly got to her feet, and grabbed the
edge of the glass table that was positioned in front of the couch.

   "Alright, well it looks like you girls are ready for lesson 2", she
said, moving the table far to the side, and walking back over to Samson.

   "Sucking a big black cock is loads of fun", Jenny said in a manner
alluding to a pun.  "But knowing how to fuck it...that's where the real
thrill is."

   With that she grabbed Samson by his still dribbling cock, and guided him
by it over to the couch.  When they were standing just in front of it, she
turned to face the young man, and push him backwards into the seat with
little resistance, considering his pants were still pooled around his
ankles.  He fell back, his cock flopping up with an audible clap as it fell
against his belly.

   "Now all that spit I told you about really comes in handy for this
part", said Jenny as she slowly slid out of her skirt, and let it drop
inaudibly to the floor.

   ...

   Jenny walked over to the sitting Samson, and leaned forward onto the
couch with one knee placed to the side of Sampson's hip.  The girls looked
onward.  Partially straddling him, Jenny then lifted and swung her other
long white leg over to the other side of Samson's hip.  She was now in a
full straddle position, hovering over Samson's cock, which had hardened
once again, and stood erect like a black pillar, still slick with spit and
lingering remains of semen.  Jenny then motioned closer to his face, while
at the same time moving one hand to the lower left side of the recliner. 
In one abrupt jerk she repositioned the chair by 160 degrees, giving the
girls a full view of the underside of both people sitting in the chair,
black on white skin.







   "Rule 1; always be sure to breathe", Jenny said.  "Especially if it's
your first time."

   As she spoke she reached a hand around her back, and gripped topmost
part of Samson's throbbing dick.  She would pause for a moment to let the
girls get a firm image of each motion.  Slowly Jenny then lowered herself
on the monstrous member, the other girls eyes glued to the sight as the
distance between Jenny's pink pussy lips and Samson's swollen cock was
closed.



   "Rule 2; Always brace yourself for the head.  The first four inches or
so are always the hardest."

   First four inches, thought all the girls unknowingly in unison.  That's
all Thum (Tom) has, Thought Anya.  This bitch really talks as if she knows
what she's doing, brooded Ivana quietly.  Can Jenny really take that much?
I mean, he's so large, pondered Bianca.



   Jenny continued her downward path onto him, slowly, methodically, until
their two parts finally touched.  Jenny's pussy slowly opened itself as
Samson's brown piece slid inside her.  They both moaned as Jenny's pussy
lips bloomed to take in more of the monstrous thing.  The looking girls all
sucked in air, some of them giving slight moans imagining themselves in
Jenny's place.



   "ugh", grunted Jenny.  "You grow an extra couple inches or what Samson?"

   He chuckled.



   "I've always got a little extra reserved for you Mrs.  Jenny."



   "O..Ok girls," said Jenny in more of a mouthed slur than actual speak.
She was trying to instruct while fighting her urge to give into the raw
ecstasy of having Samson inside her.

   She slid down further, making more of the ebony rod disappear.  Jenny's
pussy stretched to accommodate the sheer girth of the thing, and the image
made the girls excited.  I can't believe she's actually getting it in,
thought Ivana.  Soon Jenny managed to get the whole thing inside of her,
her round white ass sitting atop Samson's balls.



   "Oh my god!" shouted Sammy.  "She did it."

   Jenny turned around to face the girls, a girlish smile on her face at
Sammy's approving comment.



   "Nothin to it girls.  And if you thought that was something, watch
this".

   Jenny then lifted her ass up, revealing once again the dark meat of
Samson's cock.  She brought herself all the way until she almost reached
the tip.



   "You don't want the head popping out", she said.  "Lord knows how much
effort it takes just to get it in".

   Without another word, she brought her ass back down, this time hard and
with an audible slap of skin against skin.  A collective shockwave passed
over the girls from the sound.  Jenny then picked up her pace, and
continued to bump her ass up and down on Samson's long rod.  The girls
looked onward, as Jenny continued to instruct them.

   Jenny leaned forward, poking her ass up so the girls had a good view of
the next lesson.  She placed her hands on Samson's muscular chest before
slowly beginning to motion up and down on his cock.  Gradually she began
speeding up.  Jenny decided to reduce the amount she took into her to 1/2
of him, so that she could instruct the girls properly.  This however wasn't
understood by the young and eager Samson, who took this fading back on
Jenny part as a sign for him to take the reins.  He pumped his hips upward,
deep into Jenny's pink twat.

   " Ahh!  Aaaahhh!  SHIT!!!-Y-you're working with a lot here...girls
SO--ah--Y-you always want to...to START at ...ah...AH!  ah......at an
even-rhythm, and...oh...my...AHH...then-oh-oh -jesus- work your way up from
there...OOooohh....yes...YES...YESSS...AH!AH!AH!AH!"





   The girls looked on in awe as they watched Jenny's ass bounce up and
down, faster and deeper on Samson's black dong.  Jenny's very own juices
began to overflow and leak onto his balls, seeping onto Harold's recliner.
Unable to hold back her own enjoyment, Jenny then began grinding harder, a
motion intended to show the young man that Jenny was still the instructor
here.  Samson grunted with pleasure, and then lifted a solid hand to cup
and massage a large breast.



   " Fu- I mean...fascinating..." said Bianca, her own hand subtly lifting
up to her own chest to touch the inside of her bra.



   "My...look at zem..." came Anya, feeling her nipples harden slightly in
response.

   "Hmph, but doesn't look THAT hard..." came Ivana with a shrug, doing her
best to seem nonplussed.  Unseen by the other however, her own vaginal
walls were now screaming.  Jesus, look at that slut go and on all that
cock.

   Jenny continued to gallop on Samson, until she eventually forced herself
to simmer down, and pulled up from her pleasure staff.



   "And lastly girls..." Jenny said in pants.  "This the hardest part, but
also the most fun."

   The girls all gulped, nervous but matched by intrigued for what came
next.



   "Samson dear, why don't you show the girls what you can do.  Take
control for a bit and give them an idea on how good it is getting pounded
by black cock."

   Immediately Samson motioned up from the chair to stand, however he
brought down by one of Jenny's hands.



   "Shiiit, don't gotta tell me twi-"



   "Ah-ah" Interupted Jenny, pushing the lad back down with one hand. 
"While laying back.  I've still got to instruct them".

   With that, Jenny turned her back to the black youth, and climbed back on
top of the recliner.  She straddled him once again, however this time her
back was facing him, and she was now facing the wide eyed gaggle of women
who stood before her.  Jenny slightly twisted her body to the left as she
came down, towering over Samson's huge slick ebony tower.  Using two
fingers she parted her pink cat, and then pushed herself back down onto
Samson's chocolate rod.  She grunted again.

   "Ugh, damn Mrs.  Jenny", moaned Samson.

   "Aww, what's wrong baby?" came Jenny in a jokingly condescending
register of tone.  "Can't handle that white pussy?  Is it too good for you
nigger?"

   Bianca, Anya and Sammy gasped.  They hadn't expected Jenny to ever use
such a slur, not in the presence of one of color at least.  They didn't
understand the reason behind Jenny's remark.  Ivana however recognized the
blonde's patronizing jab in tone.  The bitch is trying to get him angry,
she thought.



   "What did you call me?" came Samson.



   "You heard me boy.  I asked you if that black nigger cock couldn't
handle my tight white pussy.  I'm trying to give these girls and idea on
what its like and you're about to come again alrea-".

   Jenny didn't get to finish her statement.  Samson had bucked his hips
upward into the blonde, hard.  All of his cock shot into her at once and
her words were replaced with an abrupt and feral sounding,

   "OHHHGAWD!" as Samson punched his way deep inside her.

   Her comments had served their purpose, and had goaded the black youth
into fucking her with more power and authority.



   "I'll show you what's up bitch!" said the young man, who then pulled
back out from Jenny's quivering gash a mere half second before he started
pounding her with wet reckless abandon.

   ...





   By the time Jenny had fit about half the monster cock into her, she had
revealed to the girls she had been placing herself in a side saddle
position.

   The girls could almost feel each impact of Sampson's cock as it rammed
itself into Jenny's unguarded pussy.  Jenny cooed and then began to wail as
the young man reached his arms around the underside of the older blonde's
thighs, holding her in place while he fucked her.



   "Jenny is really getting into this...even more than before..." said
Sammy out loud, more to herself than to anyone in particular.  Sammy prior
enthusiasm had calmed somewhat now.  Replaced with a more collected persona
keen to taking in every image.  Sammy was far too turned on, too wet to be
bubbly right now, watching Jenny wail and writhe at the efforts of the dark
and muscular Samson.  He grunted and gritted his pearly white teeth, and
the delectable blond's body would shake, giggle, and flex in all the
according places.

   To Bianca, the feat was a marvel.  Like watching an amazing act of
nature in one of the documentaries she'd regularly enjoy.  Needless to say
however, the wet traces forming in her white cotton panties served as proof
that the round bootied blonde enjoyed this a fair bit more than that. 
Bianca wasn't at all what anyone in Coxville would call a petite or frail
woman.  She'd always had a naturally curvaceous build that she'd maintained
through regular exercise.  She was certainly no twig, but all the same she
worried at the hypothetical image of the young negro splitting her in half
if she were in Jenny's position.

   Anya gazed on with an intense look of enjoyment that bordered on almost
sinister.  Her dark eyes drunk in the sight of Samson's cock as it plunged
into Jenny again and again, each thrust causing more effeminate liquids to
seep from Jenny's defenseless now hot pink gash.  For a long time she had
been looking for a means to get back at her lecherous and unappreciative
husband Tom.  She had resented his increasingly uncaring attitude towards
her, and resented even more his lackluster skills in bed.  In viewing this
man, this big, strong, young, black man as he pounded away into a woman of
her same age - and thoroughly satisfying her no less - convinced Anya that
she had discovered the perfect tool to enact said revenge.  And the mere
idea of using that tool dangled a silent orgasm just on the edges of Anya's
tight insides

   Admittedly, Ivana Swallows had been so caught up in the act that for a
brief while she had forgotten all about her failed attempt at revenge.  It
was downright incredible how forceful the young black youth was fucking the
busty blonde.  In all their years of knowing one another, Ivana had never
seen this side of Jenny.  Watching her massive breasts heaving up and down
violently with each upward and sideways thrust, the semi-crazed look in the
blonde's now rolling eyes, and the low, guttural grunts that made Jenny
almost sound possessed at certain apex's had Ivana sopping wet.  She could
only imagine how it must have felt to be so completely ravaged, pounded,
pulverized by something so large and...dark.  It was unlike anything she
had ever witnessed before...  sans perhaps the night of the Coxville
basketball game.



   "Jesus..." she whispered to herself.

   Samson would keep up this pace for some time, until the girls memorized
every shift, shrug, and proper motion for riding big black cock.  Jenny
would lose track of her orgasms, one lined up immaculately after another.
Several times she'd try to give instruction, to give the girls pointers,
but every time she attempted to speak Samson's cock seemed to thrust the
wind right out of her as it buried itself to the abdomen into her.  Soon
her words just trailed off into unintelligible moans and grunts.  It was a
product of her own design however, as she did warn the girls beforehand
that this was the hardest part of the lesson.  And the young, energetic
Samson West, seemed to still be brimming with energy.

   ...







   An hour or so later, Sammy Spitzmen, Bianca Blackwood, Anya White, Ivana
Swallows, and Samson West walked out of the Summers house.  All of them
were physically and mentally exhausted from the night's activities and
instruction.  Samson's walk in particular showed signs of significant
fatigue, and his normal stride was reduced to something that resembled now
more a dragging lumber.  It was the kind of exhaustion he'd normally only
felt after a taxing stint of football training, or after an actual game. 
They were all wiped, however equally gorged with the evening's images and
sensations.  Sammy, Anya, and Bianca all had a matching dream-like
expressed slapped on their beautiful faces.  Samson meanwhile, despite his
obvious weariness, held a look of being satiated to the fullest extent.  An
expression that - for the exclusive nameable few gentlemen in Coxville
County- could only be identified and as the "post Jenny Summers smirk". 
Jenny watched the troop leave from the threshold, waving to the girls, and
playfully giving Samson a slight smack on his bottom as he exited her
house.



   "I'll be sure to tell Kitty you stopped by", she said with an added
wink. "And girls, don't forget what I told you.  If ya'll change your
minds, same time next week at my house."





   They all responded in their own way.  Sammy turned around to give Jenny
a compliant wave,



   "OK Jenny!"



   "Da.", added the dark haired Anya with a subtle smile.

   Bianca merely responded with a slight (seemingly embarrassed) adjustment
of here glasses.



   "Uhm...sure..." she muttered.

   Anya gave a terse wave and nod of her head, and punctuated the gesture
verbally with a simple,



   "Da..."

   Ivana meanwhile said nothing, simply choosing to keep walking down the
sidewalk that led to her house.  Harold Summers had just driven up in his
car as the girls and Samson had been making their way out the door.  He
smiled at the group, long enough until his eyes settled on the young West.



   "Hey girls, how was the meeting tonight?" he asked as he got out of his
car and collected his brief case.

   They all gave varying responses.



   "Oh it was...interesting, to say the least", said Bianca.



   "Really well..." said Sammy, though she forced herself to stop talking
before going into detail.

   "Wonderful", said Anya, though it came out as "vvvunderval".

   Ivana said nothing altogether.  Harold made a face, a confused
contortion of his features from how differently all of them had replied,
but alas all four of them seemed to be purposely leaving something out,
something they didn't want to say out loud, but their body language
screamed in betrayal of their mode of secrecy.



   "That's...nice." He said, a part of him keeping from going into further
questions on the night's details.

   Harold said nothing to Samson as he passed by him, the two exchanging
nothing more than a silent swapping of disapproving glares at one another.
More accurately would be the disapproving glare Harold shot at the young
black man, and the defiant smirk that Samson in turn gave Harold.  A
snigger that held some sort of secret punch line that the elder man wasn't
yet aware of.  The silence between them was broken when Samson finally
said,



   "Long day at the office Harry?"

   The question made Harold cringe.  He hated when Samson, his younger by
almost more than two decades, referred to him as "Harry".  This was a fact
that the young Samson was well aware of, and made it a point to stab into
the older man with every open opportunity.



   "Boy...", Harold began behind gritted teeth, but soon fell back upon
remembering how intimidating the full height and build of the younger man
was to him.  "You've no idea..." he mumbled.



   "Take care ya'll", said Jenny as they exited the driveway and head in
three separate directions.  Ivana and Sammy headed left, while Anya and
Bianca headed right, and Samson continuing straight ahead back towards
N-Town.  The night had already arrived, and the moon had risen to its full
shape above the neighborhood, a single luminescent orb that washed Coxville
in a gentle glow.  Crickets bayed in the distance, and the moths could be
seen circling underneath the nearby street lamps.



   "Hey dear", said Harold in a less than confident tone as he walked up to
the front door.  "How was my queen's day?" he asked, leaning his head
forward to kiss her on the mouth, but was only awarded with her cheek after
she turned her head to the left at the last moment.



   "It was fine Harold", said Jenny in a less than vigorous reply and more
of slack drawl hinting of boredom.



   "Anything interesting happen today?" he asked, a part of his mind
subconsciously looking back at the fading image of West as he walked
further down the street.

   Jenny was silent for a moment, reflecting on the day's events in their
entirety in less than a second.

   ...



   Earlier that eening, after Samson and Jenny had concluded their
training, a small skirmish had broken out in the Summer's house.



   "What do you mean you're going next?" said Ivana to Anya in a near yell.
"I was the only one who made Samson cum during oral practice, so I should
be the one who gets to ride him first."

   Sammy, Anya, Bianca, and Ivana had found themselves in a tumult over who
would be the next to get in practice on the young stud that sat in sweating
muscled heap on Harold's reclining chair.  His cock, which had been buried
firmly inside Jenny Summer's mere moments prior, had simmered down to only
half hard, after hitting its third climax of the evening.



   "Besides, he said it himself that I was a natural.  Not you, or Sammy,
or Bianca, but ME.  That proves I did the best."

   Ivana silently couldn't believe that she was having this argument with
the girls.  Bickering like school children over who'd be next to mount the
young black man.  She felt foolish and immature, but only until her
thoughts shifted back on how thoroughly satisfying it had been having that
huge swollen piece of dark flesh firmly jammed in her mouth and down her
throat.  The memory of it, its rich taste and manly odor had made her mouth
water.  The sensation of her lips being tightly wrapped the shaft and the
weight of it as she attempted to jam it further down her throat sent her
into a frenzy that she noticed made her hands tremble with excitement.



   "Only caz you toke two turns Ivana", retorted Anya, her dark eyes
peering at Ivana with equal fervor.

   Ivana could tell that the Russian woman was filled with same distinct
feeling.  That the overwhelming hunger and satisfaction had infected Anya,
along with the other girls as well upon surveying them.  All their eyes
held a wide, almost glazed look of desire in them.  Something had gotten
them.  They had tasted big black cock, and it had unlocked something feral
inside them all.



   "Yeah, that's not fair Ivana.  You don't get to fuck him first after
taking two tries at blowing him." chimed in Sammy, her cheeks puffing into
a pout that in turn put emphasis on her freckles.  "I had the shortest time
practicing, so I should go next", she added.



   "With all due respect Sammy, I do believe I was the one who had the
shortest time with Mr.  West.  That and the added fact I went last during
the oral portion of our...training.  I think it would only be fair if I
went next.

   With that Bianca got to her feet as if she were going to mount the young
man right then and there.



   "Niet" shot back Anya.  "I had shortest time sucking Siampson's cook, I
shud go necks".



   "Now wait just a minute Anya-" replied Bianca.

   The argument continued, growing in pitch and anger until Jenny's voice
finally shot in over the discord.



   "Ladies ladies, calm down!", she said.  The all abruptly fell silent and
looked to Jenny, who remained sitting.  "Look, I know you're all very eager
to get your turn.  But arguing over it won't do anything but set each other
off."

   Jenny, who had only moments ago come down from her many orgasms she had
atop Samson, had pulled Samson's huge member out of her, and had turned her
sweaty naked form to sit on his lap in the reclining chair.  She would give
an occasionally heavy breath as a result of her previous excursions.



   "Besides", she said after another breath, "the boy's only got so much
energy to give.  It's not fair to expect him to take on all you girls in
one night."

   She stroked the underside of Samson's chin with one hand affectionately.



   "Isn't that right?" she said with a smile.



   "Shiit", replied Samson, putting on his best cocky grin to hide his
exhaustion.  "I'm a little tired, but I think I-"



   "See", shot in Jenny before Samson before he had a chance to finish.



   "The boy's tired girls.  Show him some mercy and give him a rest."

   The girl's faces all dropped as if they had just been informed Christmas
and Valentine's Day had just been placed on permanent hiatus.



   "Well...when do we get our turns?" said Sammy with the same sour tone in
her voice, arms crossed and still pouting.

   Jenny stood up from Samson's lap, got back to her feet, and began
gathering her discarded clothing from different points on the hardwood
floor.



   "Well..." Jenny began.  "I was thinking about that watching you all". 
Jenny slipped her panties and skirt back on, breaking her sentence as she
did to build emphasis.



   "You girls all did exceptionally well and I really do want all of you to
get...equal treatment."

   Jenny slipped her white blouse back on, and buttoned them up once more.



   "So I thought, maybe this would be a perfect opportunity for you all to
go out and get your very own."

   There was a stint of silence before Jenny continued.



   "Wait...what?" Said Ivana.



   "You've all definitely got what it takes, and I think it wouldn't be
difficult at all for ya'll to go out there and grab some big black cock for
yourselves."

   Sammy, Ivana, and Anya all looked at each, the puzzle pieces of Jenny's
proposition forming a whole picture in their minds simultaneously.



   "Vait", started Anya.  "So, you vant us to go and find other cocks bleck
in town?"



   "Exactly."



   "But...that's absurd", interjected Bianca.  "I can't believe you'd
propose something so...so", Bianca's words died in her mouth.  She had
wanted to say how appalling the idea was, how revolting the mere thought of
them all roaming the town, looking for black men to bed like some breed of
common slattern was.  It was disgusting.  She wanted to say as such.  But,
for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to say the words.  Every time
she tried, the memory of having Samson's massive cock in her mouth, and his
large hand cupping her ass popped into view, sideswiping any premeditated
notion of protest.  In the end the only thing Bianca could bring herself to
say was,



   "I mean, but we're all married women."



   "So am I BB" said Jenny with a smirk.  "And I've been enjoying the
benefits of both.  If can do it, you girls can do it too."



   "Hold on a minute", came Sammy.



   "So...there are other black guys that are hung like Samson and the fella
on the video?"

   The question seemed rather late by comparison to the current matter at
hand, but alas, the girls all turned to Jenny in expectation of an answer.



   "In this town?  Ones like you wouldn't believe girl", assured Jenny with
a wave of her hand.  "Samson, tell the girls, are all the black boys in
Coxville hung like you?"

   The girls all eyed the young man.



   "...Well...no..." he said.

   The girls faces dropped again, another heavy blow being thrown to their
hearts.  Jenny turned around in surprise with a hint of anger at the young
man's answer.



   "There are plenty of niggas who're bigger...no homo or nothing.  I don't
be lookin at em like that and shit, but..."

   Their faces all exploded with an only scantly masked expression of
wonder mixed with joy.



   "Bigger?!" they all said in unison.

   Holy cow, I couldn't take half of what he's got, and he's telling us
there are black men in town that are huger than THAT, Sammy thought.  Oh
dear, I can't even imagine something bigger than that, pondered Bianca.  No
way, I almost choked to death getting that thing down my throat, and he's
saying they come even larger, thought Ivana in disbelief.  Black men in
Coxville bigger than Siampsoon?  Thought Anya, her jaw dropping open.



   "Yeah...", he added a moment later at random, as though he mentally
heard their thoughts.

   The three girls gauged what this new prospect, and thoughts send fresh
currents of desire between their legs.  They did not speak aloud, only shot
each other matching stares of disbelief at the prospect of their endeavors
this evening only being a...dare they thought...average showcase of black
men's skills.



   "Wow...", said Sammy.



   "So girls", came Jenny.  "What do you think about that?"

   ...

   Afterwards Sammy, Anya, Ivana, and Bianca had left Jenny's house with
only a slightly more convinced take on the matter.  They all agreed that
what they had witnessed, shared, participated in, had been unlike anything
they had ever seen, touched, tasted, or felt in their lives.  However they
also concurred with one another that they were still bound to their status
and role as housewives.  Even Anya, who took her role as nothing more than
a nominal title, had shown reluctance out of concern towards the possible
negative effects that could result from choosing to take part in such a
bold enterprise.



   Should Tom somehow become aware of her actions, her current lifestyle -a
bitter yet financially comfortable one- could be thrown in great disarray
if not altogether expunged.  All the same, Jenny laid down the ground rules
with them, and despite their reluctance, the four of them listened
intently. The rules - ones heavily rooted in Ifs - were solid.



   IF they were each to venture out on their own, they would do so
independently and without any guidance or preplanned assistance from Jenny
or any of the other girls who'd had managed to land a bout with the local
color.  IF they decided to hunt for their own black stud/s that were said
to dwell in droves in the southern streets of Coxville, that they would be
obligated to share the story and whatever evidence they were able to
salvage from the tryst.  Any lingering doubts as to the hows and wherefores
took a backseat to the forerunning question of when the girls would convey
their experiences to one another.  IF they decided to perhaps, alter the
clubs focus of future meetings -tweak the format a bit- it would be done
with the utmost secrecy and discretion being considered amongst the sole
club members.  IF they were to share their tales to one another at the
following meeting, they would be doing so with the guarantee that it would
be held within a closely knit circle of trust, for one being exposed would
by relation expose them all after tonight's festivities.



   Jenny all the while made it known that the girls weren't being pressured
in any way into doing anything they didn't want to do.  "It's just a
suggestion" she said, with something unspoken hidden behind her voice.  "I
just see a lot of potential in you all.  You've all got a natural talent
for taking on the heavy hitters, don't they Samson dear?" "Ohhh yeah Mrs.
Jenny", said Samson approvingly, his mind falling back to how each woman's
mouth felt on his cock, and savoring the prospect of how each woman would
be in a full on fuck.



   If he weren't already so exhausted from his previous labors, he'd
definitely try to find out for himself how good each woman was.  IF they
were going to pick this newly presented concept of "physical activity" up,
then they would meet at her house the following week, the same schedule as
their book club meeting, to engage in the telling of their tales, and then
proceed to rotate from house to house in their traditional fashion so as
not to arouse any suspicion from any who may notice.  In response the girls
said nothing.  They merely continued to listen and gauge the pros and cons
of the plan.



   Ivana looked at Jenny, then Samson, and pondered what Jenny's game was.
Where her true motives resided in getting them all to do this.  Was Jenny
attempting to cover her own tracks by getting the rest of them to engage in
the same lewd behavior she had been involved with?  Given them Samson as
something of an endorsement or free sample, in order to bait them into
becoming just as smutty and nasty as she was?  And if so, if that was in
fact the case, why did Ivana not feel nearly as offended as she knew she
should have?



   Was it because the girls had already given into their wanton nature in
sucking the young man nearly dry, and therefore affirming their devious
nature?  Was it perhaps the videotape, the wet slapping sounds, the weight
of Samson's huge cock pushing itself down her throat assailed her mind's
eye in a precession or images.  It certainly seemed that way, certainly
left the girls with few options aside from agreeing to Jenny's proposal.  A
kind of gesture stated if you're gonna be damned, might as well make the
most of it.  Samson then told them that, IF the girls wanted, he could
easily pass the word on to all of his boys to keep an eye out for the girls
around town, inform them that there were some new, beyond sexy players
willing to have a go with the bruthas in the small town of Coxville.  It
made little sense logically, of this she admitted to herself, but the
report from her body somehow forced it all to make perfect sense.



   "Not that I'll need to say much to convince them", he added.  "They're
always on the lookout for new pieces to hit, especially white girls."

   Sammy, Anya, Bianca, and Ivana shot each other questioning glances, all
of them trying to grasp some sort of answer or advice psychically from one
another.



   "Just some food for thought ladies.  If you want it...go get it",
uttered Jenny in a seductive whisper, the words go get it seeping into the
women's ears and into the pools of their thoughts.

   ...

   Afterwards the girls all walked out of the house, uncertain, but all the
same shivered at the thought of the following week.  If they weren't
interested, they simply didn't have to show up, but if they did...  Jenny
saw them off as Harold walked into the living room of the house.  The
middle aged man was exhausted, and his only thought was to come in and take
a load off in his favorite reclining chair.  He angled himself just in
front of it, and fell back with an audible sigh.  Immediately as his back
hit the surface of the chair, he felt the wetness still slicked atop its
surface.  The chair made an odd shifting sound, one that only emitted from
chairs after excessive use.



   He thought at first that this was merely a mental trick, perhaps an
imagined feeling of moisture.  The smell however, suggested otherwise.  It
was an odd, vaguely pungent aroma.  It smelled strange, but scantly
familiar.



   "What the hell?" Harold said out loud, jumping up and turning himself in
the chair before checking its position and surface with his hand.

   There was definitely wetness on it, that he didn't imagine.  A lingering
dampness that had settled in the fine fabric.  Upon closer inspection and
several deep sniffs on the piece of furniture, her could just barely
identify the wetness to be that of...sweat.  Sweat and...something else.



   Something that struck him as very familiar.  The smell, for some reason,
registered another scent that he had matched with it.  This smell, this
odor reminiscent of body heat and physical labor -something Harold hadn't
been familiar with in quite some time- had since been matched in Harold's
mind with that of chlorine.  By relation that reminded him of a pool, and
this thought in turn gave rise to a memory of last summer, and very
particular pool party held by his wife and daughter, and its recollection
caused Harold's stomach to lurch.



   "J-Jenny!" came Harold in more of a whimper than a boom.



   "What Harold?" came Jenny as she closed the front door.



   "Did you..." his tongue cut itself off at the thought.  He didn't want
to presume, but with such a strong set of evidence, and that damned smell
that was now assailing his nostrils, he couldn't help but assume the worst
about what had transpired before his arrival home after a long and arduous
day at the office.  Anything could have happened as far as he knew.



   Jenny strode in, arms folded as though she were actually about to scold
Harold for something.  "Well...what is it?" she repeated, with even less
patience in her voice this time.

   A moment passed, and Harold looked down at the chair, pressing a hand
into the soiled cushioning, hearing the wet light squeak of whatever
liquids had seeped deep into the fabric.  His eyes shot up to his wife,
whose returned glance was even sterner now as she awaited his response.



   "My reclining chair, its...its all wet."



   "Yeah...", said Jenny in a cold and blunt retort.  "Sammy accidentally
spilled lemonade on it earlier."



   "Lemonade?" replied Harold.



   "Afraid so.  We cleaned it up best we could, but she got a lot on there
pretty good.  You know how clumsy she is, the poor thing."



   "Lemonade...clumsy...of course." Harold wrestled with the words, forcing
himself to make them match up with what he had smelled.  All the same, he
couldn't bring himself to believe it fully.



   Jenny sighed, outwardly expressing frustration.



   "Don't pout Harold, it'll come out if you clean it.  If you're feeling
that sore about it, go buy some Spot-Be-Gone at the store and scrub it til
it cries." Harold said nothing, just shifted his weight on the cushion and
making it keen with a squish,squish.  Jenny shook her head as though
somehow...disappointed.



   "I got you some TV dinners.  They're in the freezer, help yourself.  I'm
going to take a shower, I'm exhausted", she said in a mix of a terse grunt
and a sigh at the word exhausted.



   Without another word, she turned and headed upstairs towards their
bedroom.  Harold was too preoccupied with touching on the wet portions of
his precious couch to notice the silver DVD that glinted gently in Jenny's
hand as she made her way up the stairs.  Harold looked around the living
room, surveying his surroundings.  He saw nothing was out of place or moved
to an awkward location.  Everything was as it should be as far as he saw.
That was until he looked down at the floor.



   Just in front of him, near the coffee table and plum center of the
living room, were the remnants of what appeared to be a small puddle.  A
small oval of wetness that was already beginning to dry on the hardwood
floor of what Harold looked (hoped) to be water.  He shifted forward,
making the chair give another wet squeak, and he stared at it harder.  No,
not just one, several small puddles were on the floor.  Droplet remains of
a clear liquid that had been spilled in several spots on the middle of the
floor.



   The amount in each spot didn't appear to be from one cup, rather several
different ones which would have had to have been positioned in several
different places in the room considering where the drops had been found. 
His mind went over several different possibilities as to how the substance
came to get there, none of which were spoken ever spoken aloud.



   "Lemonade...must be more lemonade" Harold said out loud, almost as
though in an attempt to will himself into believing that's what it in fact
was.  Somehow though, a tiny voice in the far end of Harold Summer's mind
knew this to be the furthest thing from the truth.  And that same tiny
voice gently wept at what it knew to be the terrible truth.

   ...



   Ivana Swallows walked home in a daze.  The results of the night,
staggering.  The aftermath of an evening gone wrong in so many ways.  She
couldn't believe her careful planning had fallen apart so completely.  What
she could believe even less is how thoroughly she had made herself a
willing participant in that failure.  It was supposed to be the fall of her
lifetime rival Jenny Summers, not the awakening of whatever craven sexual
urges that had been stirring in Ivana's loins.



   And what strong urges they had been indeed.  Never in her life had she
been so aroused, as amazed and wanton with her sexual desires as when she
saw that huge black cock slide in and out of her mouth, slick and
shimmering with her own spit.  The girls were too entranced with the sight
to take notice of the small wet puddle that had formed on the floor just
beneath her.  She had been wet, dripping wet at the feeling its resulting
resonations through her body.  She wanted that black beast's huge thing in
her more than anything, though she'd never admit it to anyone outwardly. 
She wanted it to the degree that she lost all sense of self and time.



   At the proposed idea of Jenny's...modified club objective, she had said
nothing in protest.  It was crude, crass, and completely defiant of her
wholesome southern roots.  But my pussy was so wet at the idea of it, she
thought to herself.  It pained her to think it, to admit it to herself, but
Jenny's idea was brilliant.  She couldn't ignore it, nor could deny the
rush of excitement when Samson made his confession that he was by no the
means the end all to huge black cocks in town.  This confession
automatically brought Ivana back to the night of the basketball game, and
that huge flopping mass she saw hidden just below the thin layer of
clothing on that one young, dark, muscular black youth.



   His body, his deep ebony skin, that incredible thick pillar resting just
between his legs made her legs shake as she walked down the dimly lit
streets, and neared her house.  As she approached her doorstep, a question
echoed in Ivana's mind.  Why not, she thought.  She had made up her mind
before she even passed the threshold of her front door and closed it behind
her.  Before she removed her coat and placed it on the nearby coat rack,
and long before she slipped herself into her lavish bathtub with gloriously
hot water and bubbles.  This will work just as well as my other plan.



   The idea was simple enough, simple and deliciously effective in theory.
Going along with Jenny's little game of unleashing the girls out on the
town.  The lot of them, trying to elevate their sexual prowess to her
level, and then gauging their worth.  All the while, Jenny would be so
comfortable with her experience she won't even see Ivana coming.  Usurping
her status as Queen of Coxville right out from under her upturned nose. 
Yes it was low.  Yes it was a debasement of her southern upbringing.  And
yes it would require her to do things that she'd never, even in her wildest
fantasies, even remotely consider doing.



   But alas, if that was what it took to finally show Jenny who was boss,
then so be it.  After all, there'd be no denying Ivana as her better if she
outdid her in that particular activity, now would there?  Alright, fine,
I'll play along.  I'll get Jenny, by getting as much big black cock as I
can.  The more Ivana thought about it, the more idea formulated into being
a win or win situation.  Watching the video from the game had been the
confirming bit of evidence; the response her body had given during her
training had reaffirmed and brought to the surface what Ivana had only been
subconsciously aware of up until that that night.  Big black cock was...to
put it bluntly, amazing.



   Unlike anything she'd ever imagined sexually.  And the idea of getting
it herself, having it fill her moist pussy, struck her as almost as big of
triumph as defeating Jenny.  I'll show her, show her what happens when she
lays a challenge in front of Ivana Swallows.  I'll outdo that bitch at her
own game.  I'll find the biggest, blackest cocks in this town, and make
her, and the other girls' jaws drop at how I handle it.  It would be
perfect.  It coincided perfectly with an old saying she had heard.  If you
can't beat them, join them...until you can beat them.  I'll beat you Jenny
Summers.  Soon I'll be showing you how to take black cock...just you wait.
This thought became a mantra, one repeated over and over again in her mind
as she slipped back into the mass of bubbles, and a devious smirk etched
across her full lips that turned to an O as she slid two fingers into the
water and between her legs, her mind trailing back to night of the game,
and the basketball player she had accidentally recorded.