0 comments/ 139578 views/ 32 favorites The Lottery Winner By: Stormbringer "So tell me Lauren, what are you going to do with all that money?" Lauren sighed, looked at the giant check for 200 million dollars, then back at the reporter. "Well, I plan to get a financial planner, so that I can invest it wisely." (Applause) "Are you going to work tomorrow?" yelled another reporter. "No," said Lauren after a brief pause. (Laughter) A remote held by a beefy black hand pointed at the television, before switching the press conference off. ****************** Scott watched as Lauren emerged from the water. The twenty year old woman looked great in her bikini. It was a modest, blue and yellow two-piece that graced her curvy body and pushed her breasts up so that they showed a lot of cleavage. Her tits were average-sized, conical ones, capped by small rosy nipples. Here areola were only the size of pennies, but most of that was, thick, long nipple. They were the nicest breasts he had ever seen and the only pair. Lauren and Scott had been dating since eighth grade and neither had ever been with another partner. Lauren kneeled on the blanket, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "I don't ever want to go home," he said to her. "We can come back any time you'd like honey. Happy birthday." "This was the best birthday ever," he said watching her comb out her long reddish-brown hair. Her face was as beautiful as her body. The tip of one ear poked out of her wet hair. Sparkling green eyes smiled at him. Her only flaw was a large chicken pox scar to the left of her mouth, but it gave her face character. And speaking of her mouth, her full, pouty lips were one of her best features. She had wrapped them around his penis last night as a birthday present. She was the perfect girlfriend, flying them to Aruba and then giving him his first blowjob. Lauren hadn't liked it of course, but Scott would never forget it. She hadn't been very enthusiastic, but had impressed him by swallowing the whole thing. He had cum within minutes. Lauren had spit his little wad out into a tissue and then brushed her teeth. He knew it would probably never happen again until his next birthday. Just thinking about it gave him a massive erection, the damn thing extended under his swimsuit and he swore it looked so big it might even measure six inches. Lauren noticed it. "What do we have here? Wanna head back up the the bungalow and put that monster to work?" "You read my mind," said Scott quickly gathering up their things." ****************** Lauren Packard, read the sign in the big black man's hands. "I didn't order a limo," said Lauren as Scott grabbed their bags off the conveyer. "Someone paid to have you two picked up," said the black man. Scott tugged and struggled to get her heavy bag over to them and the big black man reached down and effortlessly picked it up for him. The three walked out of the airport to where a limo waited. The driver opened the door and Scott slid in first, followed by Lauren. Lauren sat, noticing how pale Scott had suddenly gone and he was still sunburnt. Sitting across from them was another huge black man pointing a gun at them. Just as it dawned on her, the locks clicked in the car and it pulled out into traffic. "Who the hell are you," she said. Scott seemed too terrified to speak. "Little black Sambo," growled the black man, "and that's Aunt Jemima." He nodded back towards the driver. "Fuck you," said the driver, laughing. "What do you want?" "All yo money wired to a bank account in the Canary Islands." "Never," she said bravely. The limo was pulling into a warehouse, not far from JFK. The black man smiled at her and said, "then I'll cap whitey heres ass." He held the gun up so that it was touching Scott's temple. The interior of the limo suddenly smelled of urine as Scott wet his pants. "Get the fuck out of the car," said the black man disgusted by the smell of piss as the driver opened the doors once again. The warehouse was empty execpt for a few crates and some furniture. The two black men pushed them over to a table with two chairs. "First off white bitch, I want you to strip down to yo undies." Lauren felt a shiver of fear run down her spine. She wasn't one to be pushed around, but these men had an aura about them that made her want to submit. "Why?" she asked shaking, while praying they didn't intend to rape her. "So I can sees that your not hiding any weapons," said the one with the gun. Lauren slowly unbuttoned her shirt until the driver yelled, "faster, this ain't a lap dance." Lauren shivered in shame as she removed her clothes. She was wearing a sexy ensemble from "Hidden Closet" that Scott had bought her. The bra pushed her tits together and upwards making them look bigger and the panties were skimpier then her bikini, a thong sliding up between her ass cheeks. Worse, the material was so sheer, both her big nipples and her reddish-brown pubic hair were visible underneath her outfit. "Damn baby you look good enough to eat," said the one with the gun licking his lips. "You sure you don't want to try some black snake." He squeezed his trousers revealing what looked like a foot long cucumber running down his leg. He saw her frown and added, "You ain't never seen a real man's cock before have you? You po thang. I bet little whitey here ain't even got a six incher." "He's got plenty enough for me," she said defiantly. "No white boy's got enough to satisfy a horny slut like you." The one with the gun stepped back and fumbled with his zipper. He appeared to struggle with something and then pulled his penis out. Lauren's eye went wide at the sight of it. Scott's was the only penis she had seen and this thing was bigger and thicker soft. "It's fake, it can't be real," she said shaking her head. "Show her yours Jemima," said the gunman. The limo driver reached into his pants and pulled out an equally large penis. "They're both fake," she said. "Penises don't get that big." "These ain't penises, theys is cocks." The gunman yanked on the tip of his a couple times and the monster stiffened. It quit growing at around eleven inches. The driver's cock was stiffening and he wasn't even touching it. It quit growing at around ten inches, but it was thicker then her wrist. "Not real," she cried staring at both of them. "Shit, I say we fuck her first, then take her money. That will teach her they're real." "Yeah, lets fuck her. Slut, come suck this cock." Lauren looked at the gunman with fear. Her knees were caving almost sending her to her knees before the black man. Before she did it, a door burst open and she heard someone yell, "freeze, drop your weapon." The black man let go of his cock and brought his gun up. It exploded right by her ear. Her other ear picked up another shot. Her two would be kidnappers ducked behind some crates, firing again as they ran towards the limo, using it for cover. The gunman fired again, then both black men ran towards another door. Lauren's ears were still ringing as she looked up. Sometime during the shootout she had fallen to the floor to protect herself. She glanced behind her to see if Scott was alright. He was, but he looked scared shitless and the urine stain on his jeans had grown. She looked back up as her rescuer approached and screamed in horror. "It's ok, maam, they're gone." Lauren calmed down and pushed herself to her feet. "I'm ok," she said as strong arms helped her up. Her rescuer was another huge black man, decent looking in a brutish way, whose body mass so resembled her kidnappers, she thought they had returned. "Name's Avery, I was leaving a bar across the street when I saw the limo pull up. I thought it looked suspicious so I called the police and came over here to check it out. Lauren heard a siren outside the warehouse and two police officers came in, guns drawn. One was a huge black man like Avery, the other was a rather small, but well-built woman, whose uniform failed to hide her large breasts. "I don't know how to thank you," said Lauren. "Thanks aren't necessary maam." "No I mean it, I have money. "Helping a beautiful woman in distress is reward enough maam," said Avery. He then turned to the police as they ran up. "They went that way." He pointed at the door through which the kidnappers had fled. The big black cop ran towards it. The woman approached them. "I'm officer Desabitini, is everyone here all right." "Yes officer," said Scott speaking up for the first time. "I'm fine too," said Lauren, "thanks to Avery here." "Avery knows what he's doing," said the cop. "He''s head of King Security. You couldn't have wished for a more able saviour. "Thanks Angela," said Avery. Here," said Angela throwing Lauren her clothes. "Better cover up, your nipples look like they're about to poke holes through that bra." "Oh," said Lauren remembering she was only clad in her underwear. Her nipples were rock hard and it wasn't that cold in here, hot even and she must have been sweating because her panties were damp. The black cop returned saying, "No trace of the perps, we'll get a description and put out an APB." "This is my partner James. Get the boy's statement and I'll get Miss..." "Packard, Lauren Packard." "Hey, I know you...you're the woman who won the lottery." "Yes, that's me," replied Lauren. "Well there's our motive," said James. "Come with me Miss Packard," said Angela grabbing Lauren's arm. What did you do to help her Scott?" asked James. after Angela had pulled Lauren asside to get her statement.. Scott looked embarrassed. "Nothing I could of done." "There's always something boy," said the black man. "Well er...I mean I didn't get a chance to jump them." "So you just sat there," said James writing it into his notebook. "Yes," said Scott not only humiliated, but intimidated by the two powerful black men towering over him. Surprisingly, the police finisihed their business quickly and they were free to go. Avery, Lauren, and Scott stood on the corner. Scott flagged down a cab. "Here's my card maam" said Avery handing Lauren a business cad. "You should consider having a security system put in and possibly even hiring a bodyguard, at least until the memory of "Lucky Lauren" fades away." The cabbie frowned at Scott's pants as he grabbed their luggage. "I'll consider it. Once again Avery thanks, if there is ever anything..." "It was nothing," he called as the car drove off. ******************* Lauren's knees went weak as James had her look in the back seat of his squad car. Even handcuffed, the giant scared her. "It's him," she said, "the limo driver. Did you get the gunman?" "No, we only caught this one." "How'd you get here so fast?" "We've been watching the house. Nothing serious, just regular drive-bys and we saw this scumbag creeping around the bushs. We're watching your house too, but the department is short on manpower and we may have to give it up soon." Luck, she thought, pure dumb luck caught the thug. Lauren looked up at the nice house she had bought her mother. Angela was taking a statement from the fifty year old divorcee, though she hadn't seen or heard anything. Would she ever be safe? Would Scott or any of her relatives? The business card Avery had given her sat in her purse, she'd call him tonight. ******************** "No Avery, I want you," Lauren said firmly. "Miss Packard, my job is very important to me and I'm paid very well. I'll hand pick your bodyguard if it helps." "Whatever Mr King is paying you a week, I'll double it. Please Avery, at least until the other guy is captured. There's something about you that makes me feel safe." "I guess, I could take a leave of absence." "Oh thank you," she cried resisting an urge to throw herself at his feet. "I'll set you up in one of my guest rooms." "No, I'll set up a bed in the video monitoring room. That way I can keep an eye on things." ***************** Avery zoomed the camera in with one hand while tugging on the end of his cock with the other. Lauren had just dropped her robe and was testing the pool water with her toe. Scott was already naked and in the pool. It was a heated pool so Lauren quickly joined her boyfriend. The young couple didn't know they were being watched, they didn't know where half the hidden cameras were that King security had set up. "That's one sexy slut," he said out loud stroking his large cock. The couple fooled around for awhile in the pool before climbing out. Avery looked at Scott as he dried himself. The boy had an erection that Avery had to squint to see. Even the zoom didn't get a good shot of Scott's penis. The thing was small, closer to five inches then six. He switched cameras as the couple moved into the bedroom zooming in on Scott's penis again as an excited Lauren began rolling a condom onto it. She then switched the light off ruining Avery's view. Avery could of switched to IR, but it wasn't that exciting seeing red blurs fucking. He did hear her say, "ooo baby, that feels good. I'm gonna need to feel your penis deep inside me as much as possible before you go away next month." Avery found that information very interesting. The large black man hit an internet link over to the E&I website and looked for some live sex feeds to finish jerking off too. ******************** "This the millionaire girl's house ain't it?" "Yep," said Avery paying the pizza man. "Thank you sir," said the delivery guy seeing the tip. Avery waited for the man to drive off, then walked back up to the house. He never let visitors beyond the gate. He carried the pizza and the two liter of coke into the living room where Lauren and Scott were playing a game. "Don't get up," said the black man, "I'll get you some plates and cups." "Avery, you do enough around here, there's no need..." "Don't worry about it Miss Packard. Just keep playing your game." "Well thanks, grab a couple slices for yourself." "Thanks Miss." Avery went into the kitchen and unscrewed the two liter. He got two glasses, filled them with ice, and then poured the coke into it. He removed two vials from his pocket and emptied them into the glasses. The first contained Xcite and would make Lauren horny while making Scott impotent. The dose was enough to last the three weeks until Scott went to see his father for a month. The second substance was the date rape drug. Malcom and Hank could concoct anything. It was finally time. Avery took some pizza and headed to his room after giving the young couple their food and drinks. He sat in front of the video monitors and watched the show. Lauren turned horny pretty quickly. She was starting to squirm a little and her attention to the card game was wavering. She rested her hand on Scott's knee and leaned in to kiss him. Her hand moved up his leg and suddenly grabbed his crotch. "Let's forget the game and fool around?" "But I'm winning," Scott whined. "Fine, you won, now lets head upstairs." He still hesitated and she added, "what's wrong, don't you want to do it?" "Not really, I guess, I'm too tired." "You're always ready to fool around," she said and Scott just shrugged. "Well can we at least try, I'm horny as hell." "Sure, it's never let me down before," said Scott. Lauren threw her arms around Scott and kissed him passionately. He squirmed out of her embrace and nodded at the wall. "He might be watching." Lauren looked over her shoulder at the security camera. "Upstairs then, where it's private." Avery switched to the hidden camera in the bedroom and waited for the two to arrive. They entered the room almost immediately, Lauren leading Scott by his belt loop over to the bed. She sat down on it and pulled Scott between her legs, hastily undoing his pants. Lauren hadn't bothered to turn off the lights for a change. The white girl took his penis in her hand and tugged on it a couple times, but the little thing never stirred. In fact, it seemed to retreat from her touch. "Come on," she said sounding perturbed. "I know what will get it going, and don't you dare cum in my mouth, I want this thing in my pussy. Lauren leaned forward and took his entire penis in her mouth. She removed it a minute later, it hadn't budged. "What's the matter, baby?" she asked. "I don't know, I've been dying for you to put your lips on it since my birthday. "I'm just really tired." "I'm tired too, but I....Scott? Her boyfriend had leaned back on the bed and was snoring. Lauren climbed up beside him, cupping his penis in her hand before she too fell asleep beside him. The door opened a few minutes later and Avery slipped in holding up a syringe filled with fluid, Yserum. Without hesitating, he stabbed it into Lauren's ass and injected it. ******************* Lauren sulked for several days after Scott passed out on her. Not that she hadn't fallen right asleep also, but he had absolutely no interest in sex since. As was their habit, she reached out every morning to feel his penis before mounting him and everyday it was as limp as spaghetti. She tugged on it several times and nothing. By the third day, Scott started wearing pajamas to bed and they had always slept together nude. Lauren got out of bed and went to take her shower, she paused looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were puffed up and swollen, she ran her fingers over them wincing a little at their sensitivity. She had never seen them this hard and erect. Lauren showered and put her underwear on. Her hard nipples scraped against her bra sending spasms to her soaked pussy. She decided to forego the bra, but found her nipples were clearly visible through any of her outfits. She was going shopping with her mom and couldn't go out in public like this. She settled on taping over her nipples and putting the bra on over them. Avery drove her to her mother's and then took the two of them to the mall. She thought it would be safe to walk around with her mother and told the big black man to meet them in two hours. They shopped for awhile and Lauren let her mom try on some clothes while she plotted out the next couple of stores. The store next to the one her mom was at, appeared to sell lingerie, some sexy, some sleazy. She stared at the outfits wondering if that would help turn Scott on. She entered the store and gasped, dildoes and vibrators filled the left wall. This wasn't a lingerie store...it was a sex shop? The dildoes at eye-level were all five and six inch flesh colored plastic ones, some smooth, some shaped like a real penis, some with vibrating settings, some long ones with a penis at both ends. She had no idea what that was for. She looked up and froze. "You ain't never seen a real man's cock before have you? "No white boy's got enough to satisfy a horny slut like you." "Penises don't get that big." "These ain't penises, theys is cocks." The memories of her abduction flooded back to her as she stared at the dozens of black dildoes lining the walls. Not one of the dildoes was under ten inches and many appeared as big as fourteen inches long with some the thickness of a coke can. Everyone of them was realistically modeled after a black cock having bumps and veins. Some looked so real, she thought she was looking at the huge cocks of her kidnappers again. The two black men's cocks were always near the surface of her mind. Sometimes she dreamed about them, mostly nightmares, but sometimes it was a good dream. She looked over the black dildoes. One was of two huge cocks, one right above the other as if it was made to fill two places. Many were packaged in cardboard bearing pictures of giant black musclemen and claiming to be modeled after various men from some website. "Disgusting filth isn't it?" said her mother beside her. Lauren jumped a little, startled by her mother's unexpected appearance. "Horrible," she replied. The Lottery Winner It was the last thing that I would have expected to find after twenty years of marriage, but there was no denying it. It sat there on the kitchen table waiting for me to snatch it up and tear it to pieces or burn it or do whatever it is that you do with things like that. I suddenly realized why Simone had been so happy and excited during the last week. I picked it up and read it for the forth or fifth time: "Dear Ron, I am sorry for doing this to you, but chances like this only come once in a lifetime, if ever, and I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it. You have been the only man in my life since the eighth grade and even though I love you and have always loved you since the day I met you I am still curious about what else is out there and now I have a chance to find out. My lottery ticket, you know, the ones you always told me I was stupid to buy because they were a waste of good money? Well mine hit two weeks ago for 6.4 million. After taxes I collected 4.1 million. Don't be surprised when you get your next bank statement and see that you have a deposit of 2 million. Don't spend it all in one place because there still might be some tax liability, but the money people I have talked to say that you should be safe up to 1.7 million. I hope it's enough to help you get over what I'm doing to you. Simone" Simone and I were both virgins when we were married. We raised three fine kids and started to grow old together and I had never conceived of having to live my life without her. Oh I knew that the day would come when one of us would pass on and leave the other, but that was supposed to be years and years in the future. Christ, I was only forty-five and I expected us to at least get to seventy. But this? I got a bunch of money now so goodbye? I crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash and wondered how to go about getting on with my life. The first week I was like a zombie. I walked around in a complete fog. I just couldn't accept the fact that Simone had just up and left me. Then my kids took a hand in things and went to work trying to straighten me out. Apparently Simone had called them and simply said, "I've left your father. Please look in on him from time to time." The two girls, Sherri and Mary, took turns coming over and helping me clean house. Mary was trying to get me to change my diet and trying to teach me to cook and eat healthier food and my son Sean was doing his best to get me out of the house. He drug me out to play golf on the weekends, got tickets to football, basketball and hockey games and in general tried to keep me busy. Sherri and Mary came over one day while I was at work and stripped the house of everything that was Simone's and gave it all to Goodwill. Then the three of them started to play matchmaker and every time I got invited to dinner or a party they had someone who was "just dying to meet me" or that they "just had to introduce me to." Some of them were really nice and under other circumstances I probably would have liked to get to know them better, but it was just too soon - I wasn't even close to being to being over Simone. Truth be told, I probably never would be. From time to time I heard about Simone through the grapevine. She had gone to a spa, lost some weight and gotten a complete makeover. She seemed to have a new beau on her arm every time some one saw her. I overheard one acquaintance tell another that Simone had turned into a cock crazy slut. Simone called the kids once a week to see how things were going and they said she always asked about me, but I never knew whether or not it was bullshit. Why would she care? Eventually my memories of Simone began to fade and I looked around, took stock, and started out to get a new life. I began dating again and eventually found myself in bed with a woman and it was a disaster. I had a hard on when the two of us climbed onto the bed, but as soon as I tried penetration my cock died. The lady was very understanding and even tried to get me back up orally, but it wouldn't come back up. I reciprocated and managed to give her an orgasm and we parted friends, but the damage was done. In my own mind now I was impotent and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I had a couple of more dates that made it to the bedroom stage and though I could not get my dick to stay hard I did go down on my dates and I was usually able to bring them to a climax. Unaccountably I became very popular and women were calling me up and asking me out. Both of my daughters thought it was hilarious. Since most of the women I had been going out with were the same ones that Sherri and Mary had been trying to set me up with I shouldn't have been surprised when my girls started telling me that they had heard I had a magic mouth and an inquiring tongue. I would blush and then they would laugh and tease me for hours. I had been so wrapped up in my own problems that I had been unaware of other things going on around me so it came as a complete surprise when Sherri and her husband split up. I heard about it when Mary called me to tell me that Sherri was living in a motel and looking for an apartment. I went and got Sherri and, under protest, brought her home with me. She whined that she was too big and too old to be living at home with a parent until I convinced her that just the two of us would be so lost in the four bedroom house that we would rarely see each other. For the first week or two that proved to be the case. Sherri would sleep late and I would leave for work early. I would come home from work and Sherri would have gone out. Sherri's attitude toward her separation from Ralph was one hundred and eighty degrees from mine when Simone left. Sherri's attitude was "Fuck that asshole" and she started dating almost as soon as she walked away from Ralph. She didn't seem to care who she went out with as long as the word of it got back to Ralph and it seemed to drive her crazy when he didn't seem to care. She began coming home late at night, drunk on her ass, and I would end up having to carry her up to her bedroom. The first couple of times I undressed her and put her under the covers, but my physical reaction to an almost naked Sherri was startling and I had to stop undressing her. Several times I got calls to come and get her because she was so bombed and a couple of times the doorbell would ring and I would find Sherri on the front porch as a car sped away from the curb. The most disturbing thing to me was that Sherri had almost always been fucked and that knowledge always gave me a hard on. I had only masturbated a few times between the time Simone left and Sherri moved in, but after Sherri's arrival it was something that I seemed to be doing almost daily. I began to regret not letting Sherri stay at the motel and look for an apartment. One night the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Sherri on the porch and a car driving away and as I bent to pick her up she said, "I'm not drunk tonight. I just let him think I was. What's wrong with me dad? Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I being such a slut? Mom's a slut now; do you think that maybe she always was and she just managed to suppress it? Maybe she's always had slut genes. That would explain it. She passed her slut genes to me only I'm not suppressing them. Go to bed dad, I'm just going to sit here for a while. I hadn't been in bed long and was not quite asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and then close. I was aware when someone sat on the edge of my bed and I knew who it had to be. Given the conversation we'd had on the porch I thought that Sherri just wanted to be close to someone and when she snuggled in behind me I was quiet until I heard her begin to softly snore. After a while I fell back to sleep. I woke out of a dream in which I had been floating in black space except for a disembodied head that kept trying to get it's mouth on my penis. I kept pushing it away and then finally it got past my hands and latched on to me. Suddenly I was awake and as the sleep cleared out of my mind I became aware of the fact that a hot mouth was fastened onto my cock and my balls were cupped in a hand. Almost as soon as the realization hit me I exploded into the mouth which reacted by clamping it's lips tightly around me and starting to swallow. I felt the tongue move and the throat constrict as I was drained dry and then the enormity of what had just happened hit me. I had just committed incest! I hadn't known it and I hadn't instigated it, but it was incest just the same. I lay there staring up at the ceiling, trying to find words to say and to think of what to do. I hadn't noticed in my panic that Sherri had kept my cock in her mouth until it had gotten hard again. She rose over me and using her right hand to guide my cock and her left hand to spread her pussy lips she lowered herself down on me. It was the first pussy that I had been in since Simone left me and I hated to admit it, but it felt heavenly. Sherri began to move up and down on me, her hands pressing down on my chest, "We both need this daddy" she whispered, "I need someone who loves me and you need release. You need to get over mom and I need a good hard fuck from someone who doesn't think of me as just another piece of meat. Don't say a word daddy, just fuck me. Please fuck me daddy, please." It was wrong and I knew it. A part of my mind screamed at me to push Sherri away and get up and run from the house, but another part was saying that my baby was hurting and needed my help and that pushing her away and running from her would only make things worse for her. And of course there was that part of my male make up that was yelling out "Don't forget what they say about a stiff dick." When Sherri rolled off of me and pulled me on top of her I didn't resist and when her hand guided me back toward her pussy I pushed with my hips and buried myself in her. "That's it daddy, that's it, fuck me, fuck me hard and make me cum." I closed my mind to all else and tried my best to give my little girl what she wanted. The Lottery Winner I started the van and took another sip of my coffee. My wife Joanne makes the best coffee I've ever tasted. She puts a touch of Irish Cream in it to give it that little kick it needs to start my day off right. I work as a plumber and spend most days dealing with a lot of shit, and I mean that literally, but Joanne sends me out into the cruel world with a smile on my face every day. As I pulled out of the driveway I also thought of the sweet fuck we had just shared on the kitchen table and the fact that it may have been the one to make the baby we've been trying to have for the last 6 months. I was seriously missing the fabulous deep throat Joanne used to give daily, but I also understood why. "We won't ever conceive if you keep blasting your loads down my throat instead of into my pussy." She would often say after an expert tongue massage. As I neared the halfway mark of my trip to my latest job, my cell phone rang. It was Joanne. "Something has gone wrong at mom's house darling. I think she's having a problem with her bathroom. Could you be a sweetheart and go over to have a look for me?" She asked. I said sure and asked her to call the other job to let them know I would be a bit late. About 10 minutes later I pulled into my mother's driveway and couldn't help feeling a few butterflies of excitement deep in my gut. You see...Joanne's mom, Stephanie, is a long time shower-jerk fantasy of mine. She is every guy's wet dream come true. Joanne's father had split just after she was born and Stephanie had raised her solo and remained single ever since. God only knows how! Stephanie is a 40 year old red-headed beauty who's drop-dead gorgeous, at 6ft tall with a massive set of 38DD's that show no signs of sag whatsoever despite age or the law of gravity! I often thought they had to be implants but that didn't curb my appetite at all. Stephanie's legs and ass are so firm that often just thinking of them makes my cock twitch and pulse. Sometimes when she comes over to our place, dressed-up for special occasions, I teeter on the brink of just shouting, "FUCK IT!" and jumping her. Once when she dropped her keys in the driveway, I felt pre-cum drip out of my dick when she slowly bent over to pick them up! I often wondered and suspected if she did it on purpose because she often caught me staring at her and never acted like it bothered her at all. I grabbed my tool belt and got out of the van. As I headed towards the door, Stephanie opened it up and I felt my semi become a tent that I quickly hid with my tool belt. She was wearing a white silk blouse through which, I could see the distinct pattern of her lace bra straining to hold back its incredible cargo. She had a form fitting red mini-skirt and 4inch stilettos at the bottom of her endless legs. Stephanie giggled and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for getting here so soon Jim" she said "I was trying to get ready to go out shopping, but the sink upstairs is backed-up." "I'll get right on you Steph." I said, and paused in horror realising the Freudian blunder I had just made. "I mean...I'll get right on it Steph." I corrected myself and waited, and prayed she didn't notice my mistake. Stephanie just raised an eyebrow and turned to lead the way upstairs. Oh no I thought. I've just let the cat out of the bag. As soon as I'm out the door, she'll be on the phone to Joanne and I'll be in the doghouse forever. While going up the stairs all I could do was drool as her tight ass moved slowly only inches from my face. Her long legs and ankles were perfectly formed and covered by white silk stockings. By the time we reached the top I was intoxicated by her perfume and seriously in danger of blowing a hole through the front of my pants! "I think it's clogged. I hope you can fix it?" She pointed towards her bathroom. "Steph, I have yet to find one I can't. It's usually something simple that blocks the drain is all" I said. I looked into the mirror and could see that she was sitting on the bed behind me watching me work. She apparently had no idea I could see her and didn't even have her legs crossed. I glanced again saw that she wasn't wearing any panties at all! Her stockings were only thigh-high with lace at the top and her pussy was completely clean-shaven. The butterflies in my gut were now an out of control stampede and I felt the warm flood of semen shoot out of my cock inside my pants. "Jim, are you alright?" Stephanie asked. I was so shaken I jumped when she spoke. "Um..yeah Steph, I'm um..just trying to see what's going on in this drain." I turned and answered. "Jim, what's that on the front of your pants?" She asked. Her question left me feeling like a cornered rat. There was no escape or explanation except for the brutal and honest truth because she had seen the cum seeping through my pants when I turned. I realized I had finally teetered over the brink and had to take a leap of faith. "Stephanie...I don't know any other way to say it...you just made me cum in my pants" I said. She looked completely shocked at my response. I couldn't do anything but stand there and wait for her to freak-out and destroy my life with a phone call to her daughter. I think that was the longest moment of my life. I also felt as though a giant weight was lifted, as this woman, my mother, would finally know how I felt about her for real. After what seemed like an eternity, I noticed her features start to change. I saw a warm smile start to spread across her face. She licked her lips slowly. "Jim, what did you just say to me?" she asked. "Stephanie...I uh, while I was watching you in the mirror you turned me on so much that I came in my pants. I think you are the most sexy creature I've ever seen in my life!" I said. There...it was out...it was finally time to sink or swim. "Oh my God Jim, do you have any idea...have you ever noticed that I feel exactly the same way about you?" She stammered. "Do you know that I've fantasized about you since the day my daughter brought you home?" "It's only natural for men and women to feel attracted to each other when they see something they like." She said. "But what about Joanne?" I asked. "Don't worry dear, just get those sticky pants off so I can get them cleaned for you." She ordered. Without hesitation I unbuckled my tool belt and took off my pants. I was beginning to feel stupid just standing there in front of Stephanie in my cum-filled boxers. "We'll need to get those off too." She said. And with that she got down on her knees in front of me and started pulling them down. I couldn't believe it...at last my cock and my mother would not only be a fantasy, but a reality! Stephanie gently cupped my balls in one hand and began massaging my already swelling member with the other. "Oh Jim, I never imagined I'd get this chance in my lifetime." She said. With that, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the salty remains of the last load off the tip of my cock. I moaned in pleasure and reached down to run my fingers through her hair. She wrapped her lips around my rod and began pumping me deep into her mouth and eventually down the back of her throat. It was easy to see that genetics were a fact when it came to giving head. She was better than Joanne! In what seemed like seconds, I was as rigid as a jackhammer, when she stood up and said, "Jim would you like to undress me now?" I nodded nervously and began pulling eagerly at her zipper on her skirt. Stephanie giggled and said, "Jim, I know you're as excited as me, but take a deep breath and calm down. I'm not going to run away." No sooner had she said this than we heard the front door close and a voice that could only be Joanne's call out, "Hi mom! How's it going up there? Has Jim got it fixed yet?" I thought my heart was going to explode right there and then! My wife was going to catch me satisfying my fantasies with her mother! I froze solid in terror unable to move as she started up the stairs. Imagine...only a few seconds left until the end of my marriage! There was no way I could possibly get my pants back on in time! Strangely, I realized that Stephanie had snickered and that her snicker was now turning into a steady stream of laughter. I couldn't understand why she would find our predicament so funny. I was so confused when Joanne came through the door that I didn't know whether to shit or piss. "Mother, I told you we weren't going to do this just yet.We need to let his sperm build--up for the baby." She said. I was speechless. "Sorry honey, I couldn't wait any longer. You've had your chance and now I need mine. It will only take one to do the job." Stephanie responded. Joanne took a few moments to bring me out of orbit by explaining that her mom had finally broke down after all these years of not having a man in her life and had finally asked Joanne if she could borrow her son to calm her fantasy of being with a younger man. Joanne, who was more like a sister that a daughter, had agreed to loan me if it was ok. She was not at all upset and the two women laughed together before Joanne left for home. "Have fun with with mom dear...but keep in mind we've still got a baby to make." Joanne said on her way out the door. It was like winning the lottery. Not only was my fantasy coming true, but also my wife was completely ok with it. What a woman. "Now where were we?" Stephanie asked. "Come on and I'll show you." I said. We went downstairs to the living room where we had more space to play. By the time we had reached the couch I was completely naked. Stephanie had only her stockings and stilettos left on. Her tits were natural and a true wonder of the world. "I want to feel your cock between these now," she said. I obliged without hesitation. As my mother massaged my cock with her tits she licked at the head of my dick as it poked out from between them. Each lap of her tongue was like a little bit of heaven to me. Soon afterwards I buried my face in her pussy. Her juices flowed into my mouth and down my chin dripping onto the shag as she climaxed. Then came the moment of truth. "Take me now Jim" She whispered. I turned her around so I could look at the ass I had fantasized about so much while I fucked it. As I pressed my cock against her lips and rubbed it up and down letting her juices coat the tip. I couldn't believe how hot the outside of her snatch was. It was much hotter than Joanne's had ever been. Once again, my heart skipped a beat as I slowly pushed my shaft into her depths. She felt like velvet wrapped around me and I couldn't get over how incredibly tight she was. We moved together, her backwards and me forwards in a steady rhythm until it became a frenzy of pounding pleasure. "Cum in me Jim! Fill me!" She cried out. Just the sound of passion in her voice was enough to send me over the edge. I felt the pressure building inside of me and release was my only means of salvation. I didn't even try to pull out and my molten hot sperm sprayed her cervix and flooded her insides. I wanted those perfect seconds in time to last forever. She came again and the backrush of her juices mixed with my cum gushed down my balls and onto the couch. I stayed inside of her until the last pulse of our magnificent orgasm together ended. Two weeks later Joanne came home from her doctors appointment beaming. "I'm home...DADDY!" she cried in joy. "We did it. We're going to finally have a baby." Tears of joy rolled down her face and she kissed me deeply. I asked her if she had told her mother yet and she suddenly looked worried. "Jim, I've got something to tell you about that." She replied. "What's going on?" I asked. She told me to sit down. She then explained to me that she had known for some time that she couldn't have children. The doctors had informed her of her infertility, and she was terrified that I would leave her for another woman if I found out. Joanne explained that what had happened with her mother was ok with her because she wanted me to become a father no matter what it took to do it. Joanne had also heard me speak of her mother in my sleep on a number of occasions and knew I fantasized about what I had done with her. "My mom is the one who is having our baby Jim." She said calmly. "She has agreed to have as many children as she can for us. She has also asked me to tell you that you can fuck her whenever you want." She continued. "I'm ok with that if you are because I want a family no matter what." She concluded. Since that day my life has been almost like paradise. I fuck Joanne at home every night and my Mother at least three times a week. There's one more fantasy that I haven't fulfilled yet though. I want them both at the same time. I've heard of people winning the lottery twice in a row...but what are the odds? The Lottery Winner (B) It was the last thing that I would have expected to find after twenty years of marriage, but there was no denying it. It sat there on the kitchen table waiting for me to snatch it up and tear it to pieces or burn it or do whatever it is that you do with things like that. I suddenly realized why Simone had been so happy and excited during the last week. I picked it up and read it for the forth or fifth time: "Dear Ron, I am sorry for doing this to you, but chances like this only come once in a lifetime, if ever, and I'd be a fool not to take advantage of it. You have been the only man in my life since the eighth grade and even though I love you and have always loved you since the day I met you I am still curious about what else is out there and now I have a chance to find out. My lottery ticket, you know, the ones you always told me I was stupid to buy because they were a waste of good money? Well mine hit two weeks ago for 6.4 million. After taxes I collected 4.1 million. Don't be surprised when you get your next bank statement and see that you have a deposit of 2 million. Don't spend it all in one place because there still might be some tax liability, but the money people I have talked to say that you should be safe up to 1.7 million. I hope it's enough to help you get over what I'm doing to you. Simone" Simone and I were both virgins when we were married. We raised three fine kids and started to grow old together and I had never conceived of having to live my life without her. Oh I knew that the day would come when one of us would pass on and leave the other, but that was supposed to be years and years in the future. Christ, I was only forty-five and I expected us to at least get to seventy. But this? I got a bunch of money now so goodbye? I crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash and wondered how to go about getting on with my life. The first week I was like a zombie. I walked around in a complete fog. I just couldn't accept the fact that Simone had just up and left me. Then my kids took a hand in things and went to work trying to straighten me out. Apparently Simone had called them and simply said, "I've left your father. Please look in on him from time to time." The two girls, Sherri and Mary, took turns coming over and helping me clean house. Mary was trying to get me to change my diet and trying to teach me to cook and eat healthier food and my son Sean was doing his best to get me out of the house. He drug me out to play golf on the weekends, got tickets to football, basketball and hockey games and in general tried to keep me busy. Sherri and Mary came over one day while I was at work and stripped the house of everything that was Simone's and gave it all to Goodwill. Then the three of them started to play matchmaker and every time I got invited to dinner or a party they had someone who was "just dying to meet me" or that they "just had to introduce me to." Some of them were really nice and under other circumstances I probably would have liked to get to know them better, but it was just too soon - I wasn't even close to being to being over Simone. Truth be told, I probably never would be. From time to time I heard about Simone through the grapevine. She had gone to a spa, lost some weight and gotten a complete makeover. She seemed to have a new beau on her arm every time some one saw her. I overheard one acquaintance tell another that Simone had turned into a cock crazy slut. Simone called the kids once a week to see how things were going and they said she always asked about me, but I never knew whether or not it was bullshit. Why would she care? Eventually my memories of Simone began to fade and I looked around, took stock, and started out to get a new life. I began dating again and eventually found myself in bed with a woman and it was a disaster. I had a hard on when the two of us climbed onto the bed, but as soon as I tried penetration my cock died. The lady was very understanding and even tried to get me back up orally, but it wouldn't come back up. I reciprocated and managed to give her an orgasm and we parted friends, but the damage was done. In my own mind now I was impotent and it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I had a couple of more dates that made it to the bedroom stage and though I could not get my dick to stay hard I did go down on my dates and I was usually able to bring them to a climax. Unaccountably I became very popular and women were calling me up and asking me out. Both of my daughters thought it was hilarious. Since most of the women I had been going out with were the same ones that Sherri and Mary had been trying to set me up with I shouldn't have been surprised when my girls started telling me that they had heard I had a magic mouth and an inquiring tongue. I would blush and then they would laugh and tease me for hours. I had been so wrapped up in my own problems that I had been unaware of other things going on around me so it came as a complete surprise when Sherri and her husband split up. I heard about it when Mary called me to tell me that Sherri was living in a motel and looking for an apartment. I went and got Sherri and, under protest, brought her home with me. She whined that she was too big and too old to be living at home with a parent until I convinced her that just the two of us would be so lost in the four bedroom house that we would rarely see each other. For the first week or two that proved to be the case. Sherri would sleep late and I would leave for work early. I would come home from work and Sherri would have gone out. Sherri's attitude toward her separation from Ralph was one hundred and eighty degrees from mine when Simone left. Sherri's attitude was "Fuck that asshole" and she started dating almost as soon as she walked away from Ralph. She didn't seem to care who she went out with as long as the word of it got back to Ralph and it seemed to drive her crazy when he didn't seem to care. She began coming home late at night, drunk on her ass, and I would end up having to carry her up to her bedroom. The first couple of times I undressed her and put her under the covers, but my physical reaction to an almost naked Sherri was startling and I had to stop undressing her. Several times I got calls to come and get her because she was so bombed and a couple of times the doorbell would ring and I would find Sherri on the front porch as a car sped away from the curb. The most disturbing thing to me was that Sherri had almost always been fucked and that knowledge always gave me a hard on. I had only masturbated a few times between the time Simone left and Sherri moved in, but after Sherri's arrival it was something that I seemed to be doing almost daily. I began to regret not letting Sherri stay at the motel and look for an apartment. One night the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Sherri on the porch and a car driving away and as I bent to pick her up she said, "I'm not drunk tonight. I just let him think I was. What's wrong with me dad? Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I being such a slut? Mom's a slut now; do you think that maybe she always was and she just managed to suppress it? Maybe she's always had slut genes. That would explain it. She passed her slut genes to me only I'm not suppressing them. Go to bed dad, I'm just going to sit here for a while." I hadn't been in bed long and was not quite asleep when I heard my bedroom door open and then close. I was aware when someone sat on the edge of my bed and I knew who it had to be. Given the conversation we'd had on the porch I thought that Sherri just wanted to be close to someone and when she snuggled in behind me I was quiet until I heard her begin to softly snore. After a while I fell back to sleep. I woke out of a dream in which I had been floating in black space except for a disembodied head that kept trying to get it's mouth on my penis. I kept pushing it away and then finally it got past my hands and latched on to me. Suddenly I was awake and as the sleep cleared out of my mind I became aware of the fact that a hot mouth was fastened onto my cock and my balls were cupped in a hand. Almost as soon as the realization hit me I exploded into the mouth which reacted by clamping it's lips tightly around me and starting to swallow. I felt the tongue move and the throat constrict as I was drained dry and then the enormity of what had just happened hit me. What in God's name had Sherri been thinking? How could I ever explain this and then my thoughts were broken by a voice saying, "Have you missed me lover?" It was Simone! She chuckled, "Surprise, surprise lover" and then she took my cock in her mouth again and worked on it until it was stiff as a rock and then she raised herself over me and lowered herself down on my erection. "God, but I have missed this." She started to move up and down on me, "Don't talk lover, don't say anything now, just fuck me baby, just fuck me." Her hands were pressing down on my chest as she started slamming herself down on my cock, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes" she cried and then she rolled off of me and pulled me over on top of her, "Hurry lover, hurry. Put it in me baby, put it in me and fuck me." I moved between her spread legs and I speared my cock into her and she hissed, "Yesssss, oh god yes. Fuck me bay, fuck me hard and make me cum. Make me cum lover, make me cum. Make me yours baby, make me yours again." The Lottery Winner "These stores have been popping up all over the place, even in respectable areas like this mall and the ones I walk by all have those unbelievable black ones. I was a nurse for thirty years and never saw a penis over seven inches, black or white." Lauren shivered again thinking of her kidnappers. The black dildoes weren't that unbelievable. She looked back further into the store seeing plenty of magazines and video displays many with an interracial theme. "Come on mom, lets get out of here." "My thoughts exactly." ******************** Lauren turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror. It had plumped up, but it was also pushing upwards and outwards looking sexy and firm. She could see her pussy lips in the mirror, they were parted and glistening from horniness. Her clit was distended and growing. As she looked at both her ass and her pussy, it suddenly occured to Lauren what the double dildo she had seen in the sex shop was for. It wasn't just her ass, her whole body was changing. Either her waist had lost an inch or it looked thinner because her hips now flared out excitedly. She had also lost several pounds making her belly flatter and firmer, not that it hadn't already looked good. The biggest surprise was her breasts. They had gone from a C-cup to a D, growing in just two weeks. Her nipples had grown also, always long, they now extended out an inch and took up her entire areola. Despite the increase in size, her breasts remained pointy and conical. She quickly dressed and Avery drove her and Scott to the airport. She wanted the big black man there for protection, since her last trip to the airport brought back such bad memories for her. "You promise?" Lauren asked walking Scott to his gate. "Yes, I'll see a doctor about my problem." "Thank you." "Maybe you should see one too? I've never heard of any woman's body going through the changes yours has in their twenties or in just a few weeks." "Don't you think I look good?" "Yeah, but your body looks more like a stripper's or a porn star's now. Before it changed, you had this innocent girl next door thing going that I found very attractive. Not that you aren't still hot honey, just in a different way." "Thanks Scott." His plane started boarding and she kissed him. "I love you, get that problem fixed and hurry home." "I love you too," he replied flushing, hIs recent bout with impotence embarrassing him. Scott grabbed his carry on and boarded the plane. Sad that her boyfriend was going away for a month, Lauren turned away, a tear running down her cheek, but she brightened up at all the stares she was getting from men. They thought she looked good. Few men could avoid checking her out, the bounce of her breasts, the sway of her hips, and it was impossible to keep her nipples from poking out her clothes. She liked the attention. Lauren had Avery drop her off at her mom's so that the two women could go out to dinner. Her mother dropped her off after dinner and Lauren dragged herself into her house. Avery was in his room and Lauren plopped herself on the couch. Dinner hadn't gone well. Her mom accused her of getting a boob job and plastic surgery. Lauren's mom, Linda didn't believe her denials and pointed out that Lauren's pox scar was gone. Lauren took out a compact mirror and looked at her cheek again, it was smooth as a babies bottom. The ugly scar that had marred her face for sixteen years was gone. Lauren grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. Rap music blared forth from the speakers. Lauren rolled her eyes with distaste, Avery must have been watching raptv before she got home. She watched the screen preparing to turn, but the song playing was so erotic she continued to stare. The video featured a muscular black man dressed like a repairman, shirtless, but wearing overalls. He was kissing a pretty, young, white woman. Lauren was shocked wen the woman turned away from the black man and into the arms of another black man. The song, judging by the chorus was called, "Honey I'm Home", but which man was her husband and why were they mixed race? The video got dirtier, with the woman stripping down to virtually obscene underwear and the men stripping down to white briefs. The woman kneeled behind one man's tight muscular ass and began bobbing her head, simulating oral sex. The second man came up and Lauren saw the monster bulge under his briefs, before he turned towards the woman and acted as if he were pulling his penis out for her to suck on. It got worse with the two men taking her to bed, sandwiching her between them, fucking them both, sucking one while the other kneeled behind her. The camera kept showing her white hand pressed against muscular black skin, her wedding ring sparkling. The shock came when the camera panned out to a white man in a business suit staring in horror at the threesome. The woman's husband's expression changed from horror to acceptance. He nodded his head and walked away saying, "It's only natural," while his wife's screams of pleasure matched the base in the song. Lauren squirmed, the video had been virtually pornographic. The end said it was by a group called Black Phallus off their album "Only Natural." The camera switched to a vj interviewing one of the rappers, Lauren recognized him as one of the black men with the woman in the video. The woman vj said into the microphone, "So B-love tell our viewers what drives you as an artist." "To (beep) as many white bitches as I can and hook them on big black (beep)." "Well, you heard it here," said the pretty black woman vj, "We'll be back with our special on Black Phallus and a reminder that tonight after midnight we'll be showing the unedited versions of their videos. Keep it real till we get back." Lauren looked at her watch just as the phone rang. "Hi honey," she said picking it up. "Did you arrive safely? I miss you to." She talked to Scott, but her eyes kept wandering to the tv. The next video was called "White wedding, black (blurred). If possible it was worse then the first and seemed to show white brides marrying white men only to end up with the black best man, janitor, etc, all played by members of the band. The music combined with the video was very erotic and Lauren felt her arousal growing. She couldn't concentrate on what Scott was saying, so she flipped off the remote. She had just layed back on the couch to to relax while talking to her boyfriend when the alarm system went off. The alarm made her scream as she dropped the phone and jumped almost out of her pants. The door burst open and one of her would-be-kidnappers black cock's was charging her swinging like a huge black banana attached to incredibly muscular torso. Lauren screamed again then realized that it was Avery running towards her holding a pistol up. "Stay here," he yelled leaving the room. Lauren sat on the couch shivering for several minutes, before Avery returned. "All clear," he said. She barely heard him. His nude body was magnificent, Averyy's face was brutishly handsome, but it was his body that made him stand out. Every glut, pec, ab, and other muscle on the human body was a hard well-defined ridge on his body, but the biggest muscle of all was his cock. "Sorry, but it was just a short in the wiring. False alarm." Lauren was staring in awe at his cock. It was hard as granite, around a foot long and thicker then her wrist. It could have been the model for one of the black dildoes she had seen at the store. Equally impressive balls hung heavy and low underneath his giant cock. Avery let her stare before adding, "Sorry, I was just getting in the shower when the alarm went off. The adrenaline makes it swell up like this. I'll fix the alarm in the morning. Is there anything else you need?" Avery was standing just several feet from where she sat on the couch. His huge cock was pointed right at her face hovering in the air. It taunted her with it's superiority, making a mockery of Scott's inadequate little penis. Scott? She had left him hanging after dropping the phone. "No, Avery, there's nothing else I need. Thank you." The black man nodded and left. "Thank god," said Scott, "I was scared shitless till I heard him say it was just a short. What did he mean about adrenaline?" "Nothing dear," said Lauren squirming in her seat. Avery watched her that night in ir mode. She tossed and turned trying to sleep. Finally, Lauren appeared to give up and turned the tv on. It happened to be midnight and as she flipped through the channels, she paused on raptv just as the first "Black Phallus" video came on. He had seen all the videos, even watched one being filmed at the studio. The uncut versions were practically pornographic and certain scenes still had to be blurred out. All the songs told about black male sexual superiority and how it was "only natural" for white woman to submit to them. By the time the fifth video came on, he could make out Lauren fingering herself. The video was "White Wedding, Black Cock" and he could hear the chorus of white women strippers wearing bridal trains singing "I do, I do, black men and only black men". Lauren watched the entire special and appeared to cum several times before turning off the tv and going to sleep. ******************** Lauren slept late the next day, then went over to her mother's. She got back late and bumped into Avery. "Avery, why don't you come with me to get a bite to eat?" "Me, Miss Packard?" "Sure, why not? I'm still a little shook up after that false alarm and I don't feel like being alone." "I'd love too." "Great, give me fifteen minutes to change and meet me down here." The restaurant was just across town. It was a little Italian place and the customers stared at the white girl walking in with the giant black man. Lauren frequented the restaurant and knew the waiter, so she was able to get served. She ordered a fairly expensive bottle of wine and was soon feeling quite tipsy as they talked. Dinner arrived just when Avery stood up to go to the bathroom. Lauren could see the outline of his huge dick under his pants as he left. She was still thinking about it when he returned. "Want my black sausage?" he asked. "What?" She came out of her daydream to see him holding up the long, dark sausage off his pasta. "No thanks. I have plenty to eat on my own plate. Why don't you tell me about yourself? How long have you been a security guard?" "Fifteen years now. I worked for various companies before Mr King hired me." "Solomon King, the philanthropist?" "That's right. He hired on some security to watch over various interests of his which later grew into a large security for hire company. He made me chief of security two years ago, seperate from the rent-a-cops." "Is it dangerous?" "It can be, but mostly it's just stopping reporters from snooping around." "Doesn't it get in the way?" Lauren blushed. She couldn't believe she had just said that. "Does what get in the way?" "Your penis." She shouldn't have drunk so much wine, it had loosened her tongue." "What about my penis?" "Well, it's so big and so are your balls. How do you run and dodge bullets and stuff?" "I'm not big, I'm about average for a black guy. Surely, you've seen bigger?" "No, though the kidnappers came close." She shivered at the memory. "What about Scott, doesn't he measure up?" "He does alright." She finished her plate and they ordered dessert. "One last question, how big is it?" "Just under twelve inches." Foot long cocks were considered status symbols among the "enhanced" and Avery resented the fact that his only came to 11 3/4". "That's huge." Avery shrugged and said, "that's why black men make better lovers." He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed. "Seriously though, size doesn't matter, ten, eleven, twelve, or even fourteen inches, it's all the same." Lauren was silent the rest of the dinner. Scott's wasn't even six inches and here this guy was talking like her boyfriend was abnormal or something. "Thanks for an interesting and fun evening," said Lauren as Avery unlocked her door." "No, thank you Miss Packard. I can't remember spending time with such delightful or such beautiful company." Lauren shivered as a fresh wave of lubriction coated her pussy. His compliments seemed to have a far greater effect on her then anyone elses." Lauren went up to her room and stripped. She turned raptv on hoping to see Black Phallus, but all she got was commercials and fat rappers. She laid on the bed slowly fingering her pussy until after about an hour they played a Black Phallus video. It was appropriately enough, "Size Does Matter". Lauren started moving her finger rapidly over her clit as she looked at the rappers wearing tight briefs showing the outlines of their big cocks. The scenes shifted to views of white women with the singers. One showed B-love in a hospital gown lifting his gown up to show a pretty blonde nurse his penis. The nurse looked down, her expression going from scared to awed as she slowly fell to her knees and B-love pulled the gown out and over her head with her face buried in his crotch. One scene was in a male strip club. Two white men and a black man danced on three stages. As the strippers supposedly ripped off their pants, the crowd of women ran over to the black one, ignoring the white men. They started waving money, licking their lips, and staring at his crotch. That scene ended with the stripper sitting down as the women stripped for him. All the scenes were like that with one humorous one showing a black construction worker break his hammer as he prepared to hit a nail. He looked around seeing no one, then took out his penis and shook it several times. The camera panned down and the nail had been driven in. Lauren came twice watching the video wishing it was the uncut version she had seen last night. Somewhat satisfied, she drifted off to sleep with the tv on. She dreamed of black men and black cocks all night. She was in all the Black Phallus videos and she wasn't just serving the muscular black rappers, she was also with the fat ones, Avery, and in one dream she gave herself willingly to her kidnappers. ***************** Lauren was shaking as she got home the next day from shopping in the city. In one of her bags was the object that had her so scared. She had made her purchase in a sex shop near Times Square, a twelve inch black vibrator called a "King" cock. This shop hadn't had any white dildoes, not that it mattered to her. In fact, the shop contained almost all interracial products. Once inside, the porno was graphic. Dozens of huge black cocks were on the cover of magazines, all with white women kissing the tips or staring at them lovingly. She hadn't lingered, just bought the vibrator and fled. As she approached her house, she noticed Avery swimming in the pool, which was fine, though she had never given him permission to use her pool. "Miss Packard," he said, "your back early." "I left you a note saying when I'd be back." "Must of missed it." "It's ok, stay in the pool." "Good, I was hoping you wouldn't make me leave. I'm not wearing a suit." Lauren's now much larger nipples hardened when she heard he was naked. "Enjoy your swim Avery." ****************** Avery was still in the water when she returned. He looked up at her staring at her with as much awe as she had stared at his cock. "Holy shit," he said. "Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." "I had no idea your body was that nice." He was only half lying, as her room had been dark while he watched her masturabate. "Oddly, it seems to have gone through a weird growth spurt over the last two weeks. That's why my bikini doesn't fit too well." Her breasts, now a D-cup stretched out her B-cup sized bikini top, stretching the material so thin, her nipples were clearly visible. Her ass, once slightly bony, had grown so that her panties slid between her butt cheeks. Despite, the size increase, her body remainded smooth and firm. Her conical breasts, still pointed proudly upward, huge, but with no sag whatsoever. She wore dark sunglasses so that she could stare at him without him knowing it. "You look fantastic." "Thanks, my mom thinks I've gotten cosmetic surgery." Lauren laid down on her stomach. She had a strong desire to see Avery's cock again and needed an excuse to get the muscle-bound black man out of the pool. "Would you put some lotion on my back?" "Remember, I'm naked" "Oh that's alright, we're all adults here. Besides, I saw it last night." Lauren desperately wanted to see it again. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She wanted to use the image of Avery's cock in her mind when she tried out King cock tonight. Lauren watched as Avery climbed out of the water. He took his time as if he enjoyed showing off his body. Water poured off his muscles, making him glisten in the sunlight. His cock appeared, dangling halfway to his knees, soft, but still plumper then Scott's penis. He paused and ran his hand through his short afro to get the water off, his biceps swelling as he did so. Lauren's chin rested on her hands, staring at his cock as it swung when he started walking toward her. "The lotion is there, just my back please." Avery stood right over her head, so that she could easily stare up at his cock. He bent over and began rubbing her shoulders, his cock extending an inch as soon as he touched her. He rubbed down her back, pushing against her bikini strap. "Better unhook this for now," he said undoing her top. His cock plumped up even more and rose a little as he undid her bikini. Lauren groaned as he moved down her back, he was more massaging her then putting suntan lotion on her and it felt awfully good. His oil covered hands slid under her bikini bottoms and rubbed her ass. "Don't," she said, though it felt good. His cock had extended another inch and risen even more. Now she could see, the throbbing blue-black veins under it and his huge balls. She could even smell his cock, it smelled musky but enticing. "You don't want tan lines on that hot ass of yours," he said softly yanking on the top of her panties so that the already straining material disappeared between her ass cheeks. "Hey," she said startled. "Relax," he whispered, his hands massaging her ass cheeks and moving down to her thighs. Her pussy dripped as she realized his hands were just inches from her crotch. "That's good enough," she moaned. His cock was rock hard now, swollen and fully grown. "Look what you did," he said stepping back. "Did what?" "Made my cock look like this. You don't know how hot you look in that bikini. Your body is incredible." "So's yours." "You can touch it if you want, get it out of your system before Scott gets back. I know you want to see what a man-sized cock feels like if your only used to touching his little one. "How do you know Scott's is little?" "Simple, his lack of bravery during the attempted kidnapping. That's a sign of a wimpy prick, that and the fact that he's white of course." "You don't mind? I would like to examine it." "Be my guest." Lauren pushed herself up and sat in the cot, her top falling off as she had forgotten it was undone. Avery grabbed it and through it asside before she could cover up. "You get to see me, I get to see you." Her thick, fully erect, swollen, inch long nipples embarrassed her, but she wasn't about to pass up this opportunity. Lauren reached out and touched only the second cock of her life. Scratch that, the first, Scott's did not deserve to be called a cock. Once she touched it, she didn't want to let go. She ran her hand all along the shaft, bringing her other hand up to cup his balls, then both hands were feeling his cock. It was as hard as the dildo, she couldn't bend it and no amount of pressure from her finger would make his skin indent. "I need to see this big cock squirt," she said. The Lottery Winner Lauren poured lotion into her palm and began coating his cock with it. This was the most exciting thing she had ever done in her life, more even then winning the lottery. Her hands slid up and down the black shaft. Her first encounter with Scott had been a hand job, but this was so different. Scott had cum in under three minutes, he was so excited. Avery was outlasting her arms. The head was pointed right at her mouth. If he came, it would cover her face, but she didn't care. The knobby head bobbed hypnotically before her mouth. "May I suck on it?" she asked. "It's only natural," replied Avery. Lauren closed her eyes and for some reason planted a kiss right on Avery's pee-slit before opening her mouth wide and taking him inside. She moved her mouth and lips around the head, which alone filled her mouth. She began experimenting seeing how much she could take down her throat before gagging, getting further each time. Strange, but she found herself enjoying this with Avery, where she never had with Scott. Next time, she'd go straight to giving him a blow job. Next time? She had managed to swallow half his cock while one hand was massaging his balls when he came. HIs huge testicals tensed up as his cock seemed to swell even more. Then it jerked and cum was pouring into her belly. Disgusted, she pulled back only to have his second wad fill her mouth until her cheeks bulged out and she was forced to swallow to keep from choking. It didn't taste bad like she thought it would, good even, addictive. His balls filled her mouth faster then she could swallow and she gagged losing control of his cock-head. His cock flew up hitting his stomach and long strand of cum flew up from the head falling across her hair and eyes. His cock fell over so that it was pointing at her again, his last wad leaving a strand from her eyes to her shoulder. "Thanks babe, I needed that," said Avery squeezing along his cock to drain the last of his sperm out. "Sorry about the mess, but I haven't gotten off in a couple weeks." Couple weeks? Avery's one load of cum was more then Scott had ever cum in five years of fucking and the young couple fooled around usually six times a week. The semen Avery was squeezing out now was more then Scott came in a year. It was pooling on the cement at the black man's feet. What a waste, she thought, licking her lips, though her belly was full. "Ready to try this in your pussy," he asked? His cock was still hard ready to go again. She could feel her pussy lips opening wide in anticipation and her swollen clit was rubbing her panties. "No, I can't betray Scott," she said needing Avery's cock more then anything. "I have to go." This had gone too far. Lauren had a fall back plan to keep her from betraying her boyfriend. ***************** "Oh Avery, it's so big. Fuck me with your black cock." Avery squeezed his cock. Damn, he needed to fuck her. He watched her use the dildo on the monitor, recording it to add to the video of Lauren giving him the blow job by the pool. He had already posted that video on the E&I website and it had been downloaded several thousand times making him some money. Not that he'd need any money if this scheme panned out. He couldn't take it anymore and started masturbating as Lauren continued moving the King cock in and out of her pussy while pretending she was fucking him. ******************* "I wonder what Avery will think of this?" Lauren said out loud to her reflection. She was trying on a new bikini, sized to fit her new buxom figure. Strangely, this bikini had less material then her smaller one. The front of her panties was thinner and she'd need to shave her pussy closer, the back was nonexistant, just a string sliding between her butt cheeks. The bra was just strings in the back and sides, the cup covering less of her breasts then the last bikini. She was buying it for Scott, but it was Avery she wanted to wear it for. Lauren bought it and asked Avery what he thought of it after trimming her pussy when she went home. He approved of course and she was soon topless, jerking him off again. The panties were the only thing that saved her from getting fucked. She tugged on his cock as she laid back on the cot. He stood between her knees, her hand kept pulling the head towards her pussy. The head poked against her wet bikini bottoms several times triggering a small orgasm. When he came, he squirted cum all over her tits and belly. Lauren mewled and sat up quickly taking the head in her mouth so that she could taste him again. Lauren ran to her room to use the dildo as quickly as she could, licking his sperm up with one hand while plunging the dildo into her with the other.. Neither had noticed Lauren's mother standing by her car at the gate to Lauren's house staring at the two by the pool. ******************* The next day the horniness was gone. Lauren was a little ashamed of her behaviour with Avery the last two days and avoided him leaving the house to go for a walk in the park. Lauren was feeling hot and flushed as she walked as if she was coming down with a fever. Men were staring at her, more so then normal. Granted, she was wearing short shorts and one of her old tee-shirts, one that her new breasts lifted up so far, her entire belly was exposed, but all men were staring. Eighty year old men were staring as they fed the pigeons, teen boys quit throwing a frisbee as she passed them, and one wife smacked her husband for staring as they pushed a stroller past Lauren. Uncomfortable, Lauren left the park and headed home. She needed to tell Avery it was over, but she didn't know how. He met her at the pool wearing small white speedos, the horniness started returning when she saw his body. "Lauren, that was stupid leaving the house without telling me. What if the gunman was waiting?" "Sorry, I needed to think." "Still it was stupid, suck on this and I'll forgive you." He stepped out of the speedos. "That's what I wanted to think about. Avery, I love Scott and we can't do this anymore." Lauren stared at his cock, waving her hand before her face to cool off. "Are you sure, you don't want this cock again? It's only natural for white sluts like you to service black men." He called her a slut and instead of getting upset, she was getting hotter and hornier. "Maybe one more blow job, but that's it. Jesus, aren't you hot? It's hot out here." Lauren felt sweat drip down both her nipples. She looked down, it wasn't sweat, the fluid was white. Milk? Lauren looked up at Avery, but he was already kneeling on the cement trying to get her shorts off. He looked wild-eyed and his big negroid nostrils were flaring. Lauren helped him by pulling her tee shirt off. Milk was leaking from her nipples! Avery pulled her down and turned her so that she was kneeling on the cement. She came when his cock slammed into her pussy and again when he pushed his thumb into her ass while gripping her butt cheek. He was growling as he fucked her with wild abandon. "Take that black cock you fucking white slut," he yelled. "Jesus, you're not wearing a condom," she moaned not caring. "Don't stop fucking me, cum in my pussy, give me a baby. I need your big cock." He had pushed his cock in deeper then the she had gotten the dildo and she was cumming like crazy. He came quickly, flooding her womb with sperm, some primal instinct told her at least one would fertilize an egg and she was happy. His cock stayed hard in her pussy after cumming. Avery caught his breath and started fucking her again. Her knees were scraped by the time he carried her into her bedroom to continue. They fucked for days. She didn't get the mail, didn't answer the phone, they barely ate, when they weren't fucking they were sleeping. ******************** "You won't fucking believe how good it is," said Avery letting the two black men into the house. "I need to recharge, you two can have her the rest of the day, then I'm back on it before she goes out of heat. No more, thought Lauren when she heard Avery come back into the room, but her legs were spreading in anticipation. She was in her guest room, her own bed was sweat and cum soaked. She opened her eyes when she heard two voices. "Slut's fucking mine." "Fuck you ass hole, I'm on the bitch." Two black men were arguing, the one lashed out punching the other and decking him. She helped guide the victor's cock into her pussy. She looked up at him lustily, smiling at him. She was dreaming because it was Sambo, the gunman fucking her. It was his lips she was kissing, his cock that was pleasuring her. Sure enough, the other man was Jemima. Sambo growled at the other to stay away. Jemima came around to the side and stuck his stiff cock in her face. Lauren started sucking it while Sambo went back to fucking her, satisfied he wasn't going to have to fight for her pussy. At some point during the day, Sambo rolled her on top of him and the other black man pushed his cock into her ass. The only thing missing was a black cock down her throat, she thought as she came violently. The limo driver finally got to fuck her pussy when Sambo fell off her exhausted. Later that night, Jemima was roughly pulled off of her as Avery returned throwing the two black men out. When she awoke from the dream, Avery was sleeping on her, his spent cock still in her pussy. ***************** "Now will you tell me what the big emergency is?" Linda stopped at the gate and let Scott out. "Save my daughter Scott. I believe she's fucking that ni..." "What do you mean, Lauren wouldn't cheat on me?" "I saw her and Avery by the pool. I couldn't be sure through the fence, but it looked like she was sucking his dick." "Not my Lauren," said Scott shaking his head. "I can't believe I flew back for this." "Just get in there boy," said Linda driving off. Scott let himself through the gate looking up at the house with trepidation, his confidence failing him as he remembered the huge cocks on the kidnappers. Did Avery have a similar dick? Was Lauren now hooked on a cock twice his own size? Had his own impotence driven her into the arms of another man? Scott slowly walked up the long driveway, past the pool. His arm was shaking as he let himself into the front door. Scott found Lauren in the bedroom. The bed sheets were all wadded up in the corner and Lauren was weaing a robe. She was wet like she had just gotten out of the shower. All Scott's worries disappeared as Lauren looked at him and smiled. She dropped her robe and Scott's penis got erect for the first time in a month. Lauren wasn't cheating on him, she loved him. She wanted him. He needed to fuck her. Scott ripped off his clothes as Lauren got on all fours on the bed. Her pussy was facing him, dripping with arousal as he approached. Her pussy lips were spread apart wider then he'd ever seen them. He stuck his little prick in her and they both moaned, though Scott barely felt anything. She was loose and there was little if any friction. He didn't care though, he started humping his hips like a madman needing to cum, his bony ass a blur as he fucked her, until a chill ran down his spine. Scott's legs grew weak with fear before he even saw the black man. He turned his head as he heard a low growl, just as Avery's mighty arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him off Lauren. Avery spun Scott around and the air left the white man's lungs as Avery's ham-like fist slammed into his stomach. Scott felt himself flying, hitting the wall with a loud thump. Tears were in his eyes as he looked up at the black man standing over him. Avery was naked, a foot-long monster cock bobbed before Scott's eyes. Scott heard a whimper and realized it was coming from his own throat. "Put it away," he cried staring at the black man's superior cock. "That I will," growled Avery. The black man turned and inserted his cock into Lauren's pussy. She hadn't moved, staying on all fours as if waiting for the victor. Avery buried his entire cock and Lauren had a look of pure pleasure on her face. A look Scott had never seen when she was with him. She was loving it, fucking him back, even talking dirty to him. Scott could never compete with Avery. It was only natural for the strong well-hung black man to possess a beautiful creature like Lauren. Scott's dick which had shrunk during the confrontation, grew hard again as he watched them fuck. With a resigned sigh, he backed out of the room and left the house never to return. ***************** "Congratulations on such a big score Avery," said Solomon King. "I accept your resignation of course, but you will be sadly missed. What will you do now?" A tear rolled down Avery's eyes as he stared at his boss, the man who had made im what he was. "Travel I guess, treat some European women to black cock. Maybe start some businesses, all black run of course." "Of course," said Solomon smirking. The CFO of King Enterprises and E&I Enterprises stood beside the two men and opened the envelope. "Fuck," said the black man looking at the check. "Avery you only owe four million." "I'd also like to buy out the contracts of my two assistants. The other twenty million can go towards the cause. Twenty more enhanced black men to swell our ranks. Try to find some good Harlem brothas, my old neighborhood." Solomon stood and shook his hand warmly before Avery left. The now independent black man had one more stop to make today. ***************** "What have you done with my daughter, you black bastard?" screamed Linda. "My wife is fine, mom," said Avery. "Don't call me that boy. Look at you all upptity in that fancy suit. I know you stole her money and I don't know what you did with poor Scott. I'm going to the police. "Won't do you any good, she's fine and she signed control of her money over to me. We did fly to Vegas to get married. Here's a post card." Linda snatched it from Avery's hand. It wasn't really a postcard, it was a photo of Lauren on a beach in the Carribbean. Her daughter was wearing a bikini top and a sarong. Her belly was bulging out from her pregnancy. Linda couldn't deny that her daughter looked happy. "Where the hell is Trinibogo?" Avery ignored the woman and picked up a picture of Linda from the dresser. The back of the frame read "1970" and showed Linda in a bikini with her dead husband. "I had no idea you looked this good, mom." "I said don't call me that, thief." "You know Linda, why don't you go see Lauren. I know she misses you. I could get you a ticket as soon as you're ready." "You mean that?" "Of course," replied Avery grinning evily at her. "There's just one catch, Trinibogo isn't as developed as the rest of the islands and you'll need an anti-malaria shot." "That's not a problem Avery." "Good, I know a doctor who can give you a shot immediately." Avery's dick extended an inch as he thought about fucking the hot bitch in the picture as the Yserum would make her look twentyfive or thirty again, thin her waist, and swell up her boobs, she'd be hotter then her daughter. His cock turned completely hard as he thought about knocking up his mother when she went into heat three weeks after getting the shot. After that the male Trinibogons would use both women as breeding stock. Avery smiled at the chubby middle-aged woman. "I'll come down as soon as I tie up some loose ends, say three weeks from now." The End