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White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 01

By: DylanMitchell512



Part 1 

An Interracial Slut Training Facility. 

African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men, they seek to unravel the mysteries of the white woman's desire for big, hot, throbbing pieces of long, black fuck meat. 

***One***

Dr. Rod Pierce finally entered the room where the women had been waiting for over an hour. The women quickly got up when the young doctor walked in, and lined up in a row. They stood in silence, looking straight ahead, waiting for his synopsis. At 6'4 and 220 lbs., he was a large, imposing black male, in his early thirties. He sat down at his desk, and picked up the charts. 

The four white housewives nervously glanced at the handsome, muscular black doctor as he flipped open one of the medical charts. The women had been asked to remove their clothes for the examination. The women shared a nervous apprehension, as they stood in the brightly lit room, completely exposed. He read the notes carefully. He looked up over his glasses, at the redhead woman, Carol Cundermouth, and studied her face. His eyes glanced down to her hanging pink tits, and her chubby white hips. He gave her a disapproving frown, before continuing to read the chart. About five minutes passed before he finally spoke up. 

"Well, uh," he cleared his throat, his deep black voice booming, "I see it says here that uh. . . .each of you ladies uh. . . are at the Clinic uh. . .for Level Three uh. . . black cock slut training. Is this correct?"

"Yes, Sir!" The four nude women responded in unison, looking straight ahead. Other than a pair of tall high heeled shoes, the women were nude. Each naked white woman held her hands clasped behind her back. Four sets of hanging tits pointed straight out at the doctor, their nipples rock hard in the chilly examination room. 

"Uh huh, and uh, I see here," he continued, his deep voice filling the room, "that each of you, uh. . .have been given a prescription, uh. . . to have all holes filled. . .uh, four to five times a day. . .uh . . . by a variety of uh. . . cock. . .uh. . . .is this correct? " He looked at the four white women and studied their pretty embarrassed faces. 

Little Cindy Holesgood felt a familiar wetness in her vagina at the question from the big man. "Yes, Doctor," the ladies responded. 

"Umm hmm," he studied another chart. There was a long silence. Gizzelle Wadsworth bite her lip in anticipation of the doctor's words. Her big swaying tits were the largest of the bunch, and she had a tall, full figure to go with them. The black doctor put down the chart and addressed the women. 

"Well, I must say that,uh. . .I fully concur. . . uh, with Dr. Tailsman's assessment! And after reading your uh. . .charts. . .I believe we can bypass Level Three and uh. . . advance straight to Level Four, uh, with. .uh. . .without delay!" He pressed a button on the intercom. "Nurse Honeypot, come in here please." 

The young black nurse came in the room. She was in her early twenties. Her young figure was a picture of ebony perfection. Her fresh butt twitched deliciously from side to side as she walked. The sheer white panty hose hugged her long, athletic legs. Her big tits were tightly pressed together under her crisp white nurse's uniform. Her eye popping cleavage spilled out. The uniform stretched tightly over her tiny mid section and sweet black ass. The doctor issued several instructions to the nurse. Gizzelle could only hear muffled voices as they whispered. 

"Yes, Doctor," she said, before going to the counter and preparing 4 syringes. She drew the bright, neon yellow medicine into each rig. "Here we are, Doctor," the nurse said, flashing him a wide smile, "25 milliliters of Hypocuntenin." He took a seat on his examination stool. 

"Gizzelle, let's start with you. Come here, please," the big doctor said. "Turn around Gizzelle. Umm humm, now, spread your legs uh. . .yes, now uh. . .bend over for me." The tall white woman turned around and bent over, exposing her firm, round butt for the doctor. He inspected her big ass carefully, squeezing the lush cheeks with his large hands, then spreading them wide apart, for a good visual confirmation. "AHEM." He cleared his throat again. " Bend over a little further uh. . .Gizzelle, uh. . .ALL the way over Gizzelle. . .grab your ankles for me. Yes, that's very good!" 

He continued his visual inspection of the exposed woman. Her puckered butt hole winked at the man, her soft little flower parted, and her big tits hung down on the floor. Nurse Honeypot handed him the syringe of Hypocuntenin. He jabbed the needle roughly into her butt, pressing the plunger down. He did NOT have a "gentle doctor's manner." 

"Oooooh," she squealed. One by one, each woman came forward and bent over for the doctor. When they all had their injection, he said something else to the black nurse. 

"Yes, Doctor." She looked at the women. "Ladies, come with me, please," she said with a smile. The shocked women looked at the black nurse as she opened the door to the busy hallway. "C'mon ladies. We don't have all day!"

She marched the nude women out single file. They entered the crowded hallway. Nurses, patients, and young interns rushed here and there. A janitor smiled at the women, as he pushed his cleaning cart. They passed a group of Japanese school girls, on a field trip to the Clinic. They gawked at the nude women, before their giggles filled the hallway. 

The black nurse led the four white women, as they paraded nude, down the busy hallway, into an elevator, then down through the lobby of the main building, heads turning to watch as they went. 

She led them outside and into the bright sunlight, down a sidewalk, up a long flight of steps, and into an adjacent building. Once again, all eyes turned towards the nude women as they entered the facility, and marched down yet another crowded hallway. Whispers and giggles were heard. 

Jenny Tendergash's pretty face reddened from all the eyes on her young exposed body. Her lips pouted and her short bobbed blond hair bounced. She regretted ever coming to the clinic. It had been at her husband's insistence, as a treatment for her frigidity, but they hadn't known it would be like this. She didn't even like black men. Her little butt jiggled, and her ample tits swayed as she walked, trying to ignore the smirks and gawks from the passersby. 

An electric, sterile voice came over the intercom as they walked down the long hall. "ATTENTION. Will all available male staff report to Facility B for penile erectitude evaluations." The message repeated, "ATTENTION. Will all available male staff report to Facility B for penile erectitude evaluations." 

***Two***

The room was a large auditorium, with a stage at the front and a podium for a speaker. Facility B could accommodate about a hundred people. The young black interns began pouring into the room. It was almost filled to capacity, when the nude women were led into the front of the stage, and lined up in a row, facing the crowd. Dr. Rod Pierce came onto the stage with another doctor. A brigade of nurses followed. 

The effects of the Hypocuntenin had kicked in strong for the ladies. The powerful drug caused a tingling in the women's cuntal area, which could be quite maddening if proper stimulation wasn't applied. Each one felt a horrid itching in their clitoris and a overwhelming desire to have their vaginal holes stuffed. 

Petite, cute Cindy Holesgood felt the pussy juice from her warm cunt seeping down her legs. Gizzelle Wadsworth chewed her lip. She had a desperate desire to press a long finger to her big clit, and tweedle awhile at the tender magic button. The women faced the audience. They saw the young men's hungry eyes and grinning faces. Blond, adoreable Jenny Tendergash fidgeted uncomfortably, like a mouse in the gaze of a hungry snake. And dumpy Carol Cundermouth, the oldest of the bunch, could think of nothing but big black cock. 

The tall black man came to the podium. He drew a long draw off his pipe, then placed it aside. He leaned into the microphone. "MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE. WILL YOU TAKE YOUR SEATS , PLEASE." The assembled interns took their seats and quieted down as Dr. Hyram Tailsman began. The respected doctor had been head of the Clinic for five years. The tall trim black man had a smooth, natural charm as well as handsome, Denzel Washington-ish, good looks. 

"I'd like to say, first off, just how PROUD we are here at Cuntalgraphics Inc. in EVERY ONE of you young men!" There was a round of applause from the audience, and when they had settled down, he continued.

"When we called for applications to the White Womens BBC Clinic, the response was overwhelming!" Again, applause broke out. The doctor waited patiently for the crowd to settle. "We had a difficult time, narrowing down the field, but I'm proud to say we have selected THE TOP 50 APPLICANTS!" The tall black doctor beamed proudly at the audience and again, the young men applauded and a few "whoops!" were heard.

"Now, it's important to remember," the good doctor continued, "that these 50 applicants were NOT SELECTED on the basis of any MERIT." He looked up, his face serious. "Nor any individual accomplishments, outstanding social achievements, or impressive grade point averages. These factors had NO BEARING WHATSOEVER, on our decision." He paused again, for emphasis, looked at the women, then again at the audience. 

"No, we chose a different set of CRITERIA ALTERNATIVES. Advanced treatment for serious cases like these, requires a different RATIONAL of impregnitude. And I dare say, we left no stone UNTURNED, in our quest for THE most QUALIFIED applicants!" He paused for the applause, as the nurse handled him the list. 

"ALL APPLICANTS, were chosen SOLELY on the basis of PENIS SIZE, SPERM LOAD Quantities, and PENILE STAMINA EVALUATION REPORTS, as administered by our expert nursing staff!" Wild applause and cheers broke out, as the Nurses took a bow. The doctor joined in the applause, and took another puff off his pipe. 

"Now, when I call your name, will you please come to the front of the room." A silence came over the group. Dr. Hyram Tailsman began reading the long list. 

"William Walters Hammersard." A burly, linebacker type man got up from the back of the room and started making his way to the front. 

"Tyrell Tyrone Poles." A tall skinny young negro with corn rolls in his hair got up. A few friends high-fived him as he passed them. The names continued. 

"Wasina Wattee Ooolegawwa." The big fat man struggled to get out of his seat. 

"Latrell Joesph Prode." The man's arms were plastered with tattoos. 

"Reginald "Pinky" Waynes." The high yellow brother danced down the aisle, showboating, as the crowd laughed. 

Jenny Tendergash listened and watched in horror as the names went on and on, and the group of black men grew larger and larger. 

"Darryl Demetrius Jones." Gangsta'. 

"Lamont Randle Dickingson." The names continued to ring over the PA system.

"Kalongi Mogbeyi Quaseem."

"Virgil Latremmis White." The man was as black as the ace of spades. The names echoed in Jenny's ears like raindrops in a well. 

"Thabell Lavone Jacobus. Dwayne "The Fatman" Long. Hakeem Mousif Khalfani. . . ." Jenny was convinced the the list would never end. 

Finally, Dr Tailsman yielded the microphone to his colleague, Dr. Rod Pierce. 

"Let's have a round of applause for these fine men!" Loud applause and cheers rang out in the hall. "Congratulations! Uh. . . .Young men! Uh---Now, uh. . .all applicants should uh. . .see, uh. . . .Nurse Honeypot for your uh. . .assignments and your uh. . .new schedules and uh. . .new responsibilities! We will uh. . .reconvene in Exam room 12c, to begin the uh. . .uh. . . uh. . . . .treatment!"

*

SNEAK PREVIEW OF NEXT INSTALLMENT

"Attention ladies. It's time for class to begin." He took a long draw off his pipe, then set it in an ashtray, the pungent smoke continued to rise from the bowl. He picked up a wooden pointer off his desk. 

Dr. Hyram Tailsman had a very precise way of speaking. Every word was expressly articulated, probably a hold over from his Drill Sargent days in the military. Every sentence was accented. Very particular, sharp and bold. 

"Today's class is on," he tapped the blackboard with his pointer.

ADVANCED COCK SUCKING TECHNIQUES, it said. 

White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 02



An Interracial Slut Training Facility. 

By Dylan Mitchell III

African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men, they seek to unravel the mysteries of the white woman's desire for big, hot, throbbing pieces of long, black fuck meat. 



***Three***

The four white women found themselves in a large examination room with various medical apparatus scattered around the room. The interns began trickling into the room. Dr. Pierce came in with the nurses in tow. He began issuing instructions. "Nurse Honeypot?" 

"Yes, Doctor!" 

"Let's get Cindy and Gizzelle started at the enema table," he said. "We'll need a four quart bag, uh. . .chilled, with 2 scoops cleansing detergent for each."

"Yes, Doctor, right away!" she scurried away, her tight ass twitching as she moved. 

"Nurse Pinkwahls?" The tall, young, strawberry blond white nurse stepped forward eagerly. 

"Yes, Doctor?" 

"Mrs. Tendergash can go into the stirrups. I want a full medical douching administered uh... then we'll get her set up with a number 6C vibrating cup. We'll start her off at twenty minutes, medium speed." 

"Yes sir, Doctor! Right away Sir!" she said, taking notes as he talked. 

He looked at the last woman, and gave his head a gentle shake, "Mrs. Cundermouth, we need to get you on a strict diet, STAT! In addition, uh... you will begin a uh. . .invigorating uh. . .exercise program, tailored just for you. Where is Nurse Fiste?"

The tall amazon black woman spoke with a Jamaican dialect, from the back of the room, "Yesa, Doctor." 

"Nurse Fiste, Let's get her on the treadmill, high speed, with a participle rectal implant uh. . .size 15 should do, then we'll move her on to the stationary bike, equipped with the CZY-9000 Fulfillment attachment."

"Yesa, Doctor," the big Jamaican nurse languidly said. 

The women were afforded no privacy for their proceedings. Gizzelle and Cindy found themselves bent over a railing, their legs secured widely to one side and their hands strapped to the other. A chin rest under each, kept their pretty faces looking up, right in to a large mirrored wall. They could see Nurse Honeypot work behind them, as well as the prying eyes of the doctors and interns. 

The apparatus was rolled into place behind them. Two bountiful red rubber bags hung, bulging, heavy with sudsy water. Nurse Honeypot lubed up a horrid enema tip. The plastic ball shaped tip, with holes for the water to escape, tapered down to a slimmer section, about four inches long, then widened again to a large butt plug shaped end, designed to hold the tip in place. 

Little Cindy Holesgood gritted her teeth as Nurse Honeypot pushed with slow steady force. "OOOOOOOHHH," the woman squealed, her eyes wide, as the greased donut plug rudely stretched her tiny bottom hole. Next it was Gizzelle's turn. Soon both immobile woman had their anus' filled. 

Dr. Rod Pierce lectured the interns. "Now the immutable laws of gravity shall propel the uh. . .uh. . .cleansing agent uh. . .into the ladies uh. . .uh. . . .rectums! This will, uhm, make them. . .uh. . .more agreeable to, uhm. . .further, uh. . . expansion, uh---at a later time!" 

Gizzelle watched the nurse release the clamp on the rubber enema tube. The cold, sudsy water whooshed up her ass! Her eyes bugged and her butt twitched as the alarming water quickly flooded her bowels. 

"OOOHHHH" she groaned. She heard the snickers from the audience of young men. Her tummy began to droop from the weight of the water. Nurse Honeypot felt the bag. 

"How long would you like them to hold their water, Dr. Pierce?" the nurse asked. 

"Hmmmm," he put his hand to his chin in thought, "Ten minutes should do nicely," he said, then reconsidered, "oh, what the heck! Make it twenty!" he said, confidently noting his chart. The big bags emptied. The first cramps from the sudsy water gripped the women. Cindy's eyes widened and she squirmed her little butt from side to side. 

"All right, ladies. Try to relax for me, and I'll check back on you all in a few minutes!" Nurse Honeypot said with her characteristic wide smile. She left the red faced women with the cleansing water churning inside their bellys. 

Things weren't much better for poor Jenny Tendergash. She lay back with her legs well spread in the exam stirrups while the young blond Nurse Pinkwahls douched her pussy thoroughly. A red ball gag filled her mouth. A large group of young men gathered around the two pretty blonds, and watched the humiliating procedure, with no concern for Jenny's privacy. Some of them took notes. 

After the douche, the tall blond nurse dried her pussy with a blow dryer, then moved the plastic cup contraption between the woman's spread legs, and firmly against Jenny's delicate blond pussy cat. She entered several values into the digital display and flipped a switch. BUUZZZZZ. The vibrating cup hummed while Jenny's eyes bugged wide, and frantic, muffled protests came from her mouth. A few students held up their cell phones, and were photographing the woman. 

Carol Cundermouth was huffing and puffing madly as she exercised on the treadmill. Her chubby belly and dumpy ass jiggled wildly, as the interns gathered around. A wire probe disappeared up her asshole.

"Faster now, Mrs Cundermouth," the large Jamaican Nurse Fiste said, as she pressed touched a button on the box she held in her hand. ZZZZZZZZ.

"OOOOHH," the alarmed white women squealed as the probe sent a rude, disquieting electrical shock zapping up her butt hole. She struggled to move faster, panting. 

"C'mon Mrs. Cundermouth, you can do better than that!" WACK. The bamboo cane popped the woman's bouncing butt and Carol looked behind her, her mouth open in surprised pain. Nurse Honeypot stood behind the woman with the long cane in her hand, and a big smile on her face. 

Nurse Fiste pressed another button on the box. Zzzzuuuuuu. Another probe between the exercising woman's legs began to hum, but this one was different. Mrs. Cundermouth felt the soft tingling pleasure shoot through her clitoris. Combined with the effects of the powerful Hypocuntenin, the pleasure was intense. The sensation lasted only a brief few seconds, then her butt cheeks did another dance with the bamboo cane. WACK.

"Let's go, Mrs Cundermouth! Faster!" WACK.

"OOOH," the woman squealed in pain and chugged her fat legs on the punishing treadmill, as fast as she could. Sweat poured down her face. The jolting shock up her ass, the soft tingling on her swollen clitoris, the sharp sting of the bamboo cane against her dimpled butt. So it went for the huffing, puffing 36 year old woman as she walked the endless treadmill.  

Dr. Pierce chuckled as he observed the woman. He spoke with the other doctor. "I have prescribed uh.. a program of sharp pain combined with exquisite pleasure, then more pain, then more pleasure, then pain, then pleasure, pain pleasure, and etcetera, and etcetera. I have uh. . . a HUNCH, that just might work for Mrs. Cundermouth! And we damn sure got to get some weight off the Skimie Slantern! Would you concur, Dr. Tailsman?" he asked his colleague.

"It is absolutely necessary in a case such as hers!" the tall doctor agreed, and puffed his pipe. 





***Four***





After their little clean up session, the woman found themselves in a classroom. Dr. Tailsman stood at the front of the room, in front of a large chalk board. About 20 applicants were in the room, eying the women wantonly. 

"Attention ladies. It's time for class to begin." He took a long draw off his pipe, then set it in an ashtray, the pungent smoke continued to rise from the bowl. He picked up a wooden pointer off his desk. 

Dr. Hyram Tailsman had a very precise way of speaking. Every word was expressly articulated, probably a hold over from his drill sargent days in the military. Every sentence was accented. Very particular, sharp and bold. 

"Today's class is on," he tapped the blackboard with his pointer.

ADVANCED COCK SUCKING TECHNIQUES, it said.

"Advanced cock sucking techniques," he said with a smile, as he looked at the women seated in the first row, with only their panties on. 

"Now ladies, as you know, all men like to get their dick sucked. It don't matter if they got a dick like a donkey, or a dick like Ricky the Rooster, they LOVE to feel your wet, warm mouths----sliding up and down their hot piss sticks, can I get an UH Rah!" he said, looking to the men in the back. 

"UH Rah!" they yelled. 

"Now." He picked up a piece of chalk and turned to the blackboard. He quickly drew a sketch of a 4 foot penis, with two huge balls hanging down. His penis had a large mushroom head and he began to sketch in the pubic hairs. Then he drew the legs, and then the butt, to complete his profile of a giant erection. He stepped back to admire his drawing and smiled, pleased with himself. He tapped the pointer on the blackboard.

"As you know ladies, this is the erect male penis! Now, let's review the parts of the penis!" He tapped the head of the drawn dick. " What do we call this part?"

"The dickhead, Doctor," the ladies said, in a bored mono tone that suggested they had been asked this question many times before. 

"That's right, the dickhead! And should your pretty little mouths be on the dickhead, as often as possible?" 

"Yes, Doctor Tailsman."

He tapped on the chalkboard again, lower. 

"The balls, Doctor Tailsman," the women responded in unison.

"Yes! Very good. The Balls! And should your pretty mouths be on the balls, as often as possible?"

"Yes, Dr. Tailsman." The doctor got excited and animated. 

"Very GOOD ladies! You see? You see, ladies? It's not so hard to understand! It's not such a difficult concept to get through your pretty little heads!" He drew a big circle around his whole drawing. "HERES where yo mouth go! Can I get an UH Rah?"

"UH Rah," the men hooted. 

"You see, we want your wet slurping mouths ALL OVER our big dicks! ALL OVER our swollen dick heads! ALL OVER our hairy hanging balls! ALL OVER our hot throbbing pieces of black fuck meat! ALL THE TIME! CAN I GET AN UH RAH!"

"UH RAH," the men yelled. A few snickers were heard. 

"I have decided that today," the doctor got very serious, "we will have an unannounced pop quiz. And today's pop quiz--- is to be administered orally." 

He stepped in front of adorable little Cindy, unzipped his trousers and they fell to the floor. Cindy could see the heavy outline under his boxer shorts. He still had his white lab coat on. 

"Show me what you've learned today in school, Cindy, and bear in mind this performance will reflect on your Final grade." 

Cindy Holesgood had already fallen in love with the handsome doctor. She was a petite 25 year old woman, with a cute elfin face. People told her she looked like a young Kelly Ripa. An ex college cheerleader, she had always been popular with men. She had sandy blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a cute upturned little nose. She still had a perfect, tight round ass, with big tits for a petite woman, perfectly sized to fit in a squeezing hand. 

If Cindy had one weakness, it was for big cock to stretch her pussy wide. She had gotten a taste it at an early age in high school, with the black quarterback, and she had craved it every since. Her husband's little 6 incher just wasn't the same. 

She slipped out of the classroom desk and onto her knees. She worked his underwear slowly down his legs. The huge ebony dong sprang out of his red and white checkered boxer shorts. She cradled the big meat in her little hands and began with soft kisses on the giant cock. It jumped with the first signs of life. 

She began by licking the long shaft with her pink tongue, starting at the huge mushroom head, then all along the shaft of the chocolate fudgesickle. Like Frankenstein off the test bench, the big monster began to rise. 

She took the cock head into her little mouth and nursed on it. The black root hardened like a long steel pole. It stood at its impressive 10 fat inches, throbbing, as she began to bob her head up and down, her lips tight around the thick black dick, her mouth sucking hard. 

"Now, ladies," he continued the class lecture while she sucked him, the wet slurping sounds filling the room, "all of you will be required to pass a strict cock sucking examination. Requirements will include pole sucking, ball licking, deep throating, sperm swallowing, as well as exotic skills such as asshole reaming and advanced facial exfoliation. But I don't want you to worry. The doctors here are trained professionals. And, with these fine young men's help, we will see to it you get lots of practice before the final exam. Now, do I have any volunteers to administer the pop quiz to our other ladies?" Hands went up around the room. He picked three eager men. 

He returned his attention to the woman sucking his cock. " Very good, Cindy! Now the balls!"

She lifted the heavy meat and licked the black scrotum with her pink tongue. She kissed the large hanging balls all over, then took them in her wet mouth and gently sucked the heavy black sperm sac. 

"Ummmm," Dr. Tailsman let out a low moan. "VERY GOOD Little Cindy!" He stuffed the fat dick back in her mouth and worked her head with his strong hands. " Nurse Honeypot, will you please administer some vaginal stimulation to Mrs. Holesgood."

"Yes, Doctor," The black nurse knelt behind the woman, reached down between her legs, and slipped a finger under the woman's sopping wet panties. Honeypot expertly stroked the swollen pleasure button, gently and maddening slow. The white woman groaned deeply, and sucked even harder. The nurse ran her fingers softly over the woman's rock hard nipples, and gave one a little squeeze. Cindy felt the black nurse's breath along the back of her neck.

By now the three other white woman also had their mouths stuffed with impossibly long black dick. The four men worked hard, fucking the warm mouths of the white women, their black faces stern in concentration. 

Jenny Tendergash sputtered and gagged loudly as the 220 lbs. black man tried to force her face all the way down his 12 inch shaft, her little head gripped tightly in his big hands. He finally relented, and seemed satisfied just stuffing about 5 inches in her mouth, as he face fucked her over and over. 

Nurse Honeypot pulled, not so gently, on Cindy's stone hard nipples, and pressed her finger to her throbbing sweet magic pinkness with more urgency. 



"Deeper now, Cindy," Dr. Tailsman said. "We want your throat and tonsils to benefit from my meat as well, so we'll need a little deepthroat action from you!" He griped the white woman's head and encouraged her further efforts down his long dick. 

Honeypot stroked the sucking woman at a frantic pace now, and Cindy began to tremble. The nurse's long black finger rotated quickly over her little pink bubble gum, like some kind of pneumatic clit grinder. She roughly pinched and pulled the hard aching nipples. Cindy's moans could be heard, muffled by the fat dick in her mouth. The drug had inflamed the woman's pussy to unheard of levels of sensitivity. Cindy felt the tidal force of her first Hypocuntenin infused orgasm begin to build in her soaking pussy. 

"Ack, Kack, akh," little Cindy Holesgood sputtered and gagged, trying to relax, but Dr. Tailsman was persistent. Cindy was wide eyed as she looked down the long meat. She was only about half way down the black iron shaft. Suddenly Dr. Tailsman pressed hard on her head and the big log slipped past her throat, her lips slid down the rest of the long sperm hose, and her nose pressed into his thick forest of black pubic hairs. 

Honeypot gave one more sharp pinch on Cindy's pink nipples, as she pressed the swollen clit hard. A huge orgasm swept over the Cindy. She kept her pretty blue eyes fixed in a gaze up at the black man, her eybrows raised high. She had never known a feeling like this. The effects of the powerful Hypocuntenin made the woman's orgasm feel ten times stronger than usual, and last 4 to 5 times longer. The overwhelming pleasure was evident on her face as she panted heavily, her nostrils flaring, and her mouth full of cock. 

There was applause from the rest of the students as they rooted for the cumming woman, her lips stretched wide, her cute nose buried in the kinky hairs, and her throat clogged with the giant dick. More cell phones went up for photos. 

She came up choking, red faced and gasping for air. 

"Excellent job, Cindy!" Dr. Tailsman exclaimed. "You're well on your way to passing the Deepthroat exam!" Her big blue eyes looked up at the doctor. She'd do anything to get that big dick inside her pussy. 

"Thank you, Dr..." she started to speak, when her mouth was again clogged with his throbbing cock. He grunted and fucked the pretty mouth, in earnest now. 

Nurse Honeypot turned her attention to the Dr. Tailsman's big hanging balls. She stood beside the man. She took the large hanging black testicles in one hand and kneaded the doctor's heavy sack with her fingers. She gently stroked, with a trained nurse's touch, her fingers up and down the doctor's hairy ass crack. 

"Oooooohhh yes," the doctor moaned, "excellent work, Nurse Honeypot." Dr. Tailsman felt the heat begin to rise. He fucked his fuck log in and out of the young woman's mouth. Cindy vacuumed the long pole, expertly rolling her tongue around the swollen dick head while she sucked. Honeypot pulled a little harder on the man's aching nut sack, and plunged a finger deep up his ass.

"OHH! NURSE HONEYPOT!!" The nurse buried her twirling finger the doctor's burning butt hole. 

"UUUUMMM, YES!" The doctor bellowed, "Here comes your medicine Cindy. I'm writing the prescription just so. Uh huh, now, suck harder. . .yes, uh huh, harder----that's it---uh huh, uh huh, a little harder now, yes yes, HARDER! Oooh yes, OHHH YESSSS!" 

Little Cindy felt the giant cock twitch and blast forth the first wad of sticky dick goo. Her little mouth filled with the frothy nut juice. "AAAHHHHHH," the good doctor shouted, firmly holding her head in place. The mighty moby dick twitched again, and another, much larger, gushing of white hot jism flooded her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, then her mouth was filled again with another copious, ropey volley of thick salty negro spunk. Then another. She swallowed again and again. 

"AWW, SHIT YES!" The black man grunted, then pulled out his slimey dickhead and used it to decorate the pretty woman's face with the last pumpings of his jizz load. He used the sticky knob head like a lip stick dispenser as he goozled his goose wildly, and a few more spurts of heavy dick cream splashed across the woman's lips and face. 

"OOOOHHHH, FUCK YEAH!" he said as he huffed and puffed, and managed one more little dribble out of the spewing jizz slit. He held the woman by the hair and continued to rub his wet Mr. Blackness all over her pretty face, while he panted and moaned like a wounded man. 

Cindy's red face was wet and sticky with cum, and her hair was a mess from his hands. She looked up at the doctor with her big blue eyes, his black forest tree trunk rested on her face. The taste of his pungent fish sauce coated her mouth. The smell of his musky sack product filled her nostrils. 

"Not bad for your first time at the Clinic, Cindy! But I believe there is still plenty of room for improvement. Nurse Honeypot, let's give Cindy a grade of B minus." 

"Yes, Doctor," the black nurse grinned at the red faced woman, and noted her chart. 

The doctor selected the next four more men to administer the exam to the four test takers. 




White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 02



SNEAK PREVIEW OF NEXT INSTALLMENT

The white women entered the room to a round of applause, hoots, and whistles from the men. They wore slutty outfits in colors of red, pink, yellow and black. Sheer panty hose came up to their thighs, and attached to a garter belt that stretched over their butts. A pair of skimpy panties just barely covered anything at all. Cindy and Jennifer wore baby doll teddies that came to waist, their nipples hard under the see through negligee. Gizzelle and Carol wore tight push up half-braziers that left their nipples exposed, and tits presented nicely. The women walked tentatively on their tall high heels. They were led up the steps to the elevated stage, their tits bounced as they walked. 

"ALRIGHT LADIES!" Dr Tailsman's voice boomed over the PA system. He was in the DJ booth. "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! I wanna see some ASSES SHAKIN' and some big TITS A' FLOPPIN'!"



White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 03



African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men, they seek to unravel the mysteries of the white woman's desire for big, hot, throbbing pieces of long, black fuck meat.  

***Five***

The four white women were in a small cramped examination room. All four leaned across the cold metal exam table, side by side, their four butts presented to the doctor. Dr. Pierce had the syringes of Hypocuntenin ready. He quickly went down the line, roughly jabbing the needles into each woman's butt, and pressing the bright yellow medicine into their cheeks. 

Dr. Hyram Tailsman entered the crowded exam room. "Ah, very good Dr. Pierce, I see you've given the women their 25 milliliters of Hypocuntenin!"

Dr. Pierce looked up, alarmed, "25 milliliters? I thought you said forty five milliliters!" The black doctors looked at each other, eyebrows raised. 

Nurse Pinkwahls squeezed into the tiny room. "I have the Viagra ready for consumption, Doctors, and Nurse Fiste has distributed the medical marijuana to the men."

"THE FATTYS!" Dr. Pierce exclaimed, even more alarmed. He gave a worried look to Dr. Tailsman. "Oh lawdy, we better get in there!"

"NURSE PINKWAHLS, GET THESE WOMEN TO THE PLEASURE ROOM, STAT!" Dr. Tailsman shouted at the nurse as the two doctors rushed out the door.

The doctors could smell the men in the hallway long before they got to the Pleasure Room. They raced down the hall and busted through the doors as a huge, Cheech and Chong style cloud of marijuana smoke hit them squarely in the face.  

The large Pleasure Room had a big, half round elevated stage against one wall, with couches, tables, and chairs around it. Off in one corner of the large room, two soul brothers played a game of pool at the Billiards Table. Against another wall, a TV, with a ridiculously large hi def screen, was tuned to ESPN-2. Two Mexican featherweights were landing brutal punches to each others bloody faces, in HD, but nobody was watching. The group of black men were kicking it near the stage, passing fattys and drinking pink champagne. Nurse Pinkwahls came through, passing out Viagra like it was Halloween candy. 

"What is your name again?" The tall, handsome brother flirted with the white nurse, as he swallowed the little blue pill. 

"That's Pinkwahls," she said, "with an h." She winked at the man, before turning around. He studied her tiny ass as she walked away.    

The white women entered the room to a round of applause, hoots, and whistles from the men. They wore slutty outfits in colors of red, pink, yellow and black. Sheer panty hose came up to their thighs, and attached to a garter belt that stretched over their butts. A pair of skimpy panties just barely covered anything at all. Cindy and Jennifer wore baby doll teddies that came to waist, their nipples hard under the see through negligee. Gizzelle and Carol wore tight push up half-braziers that left their nipples exposed, and tits presented nicely. The women walked tentatively on their tall high heels. They were led up the steps to the elevated stage, their tits bouncing as they walked. 

"ALRIGHT LADIES!" Dr Tailsman's voice boomed over the PA system. He was in the DJ booth. "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED! I wanna see some ASSES SHAKIN' and some big TITS A' FLOPPIN'!"

BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH

The infectious Hip Hop rhythm blared through the sound system. Some of the black men got up out of their chairs and started grooving. Dr. Tailsman's voice boomed even louder, over the music, "C'MON BITCHES! SHAKE THAT ASS!" 

The rapper spat out his words to the relentless hip hop beat. 

"Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-

Listen niggaz I'm talkin sit ya black ass down

Ain't cha heard mutherfucka I's the man in town

Got my white hos workin off 'aJefferson street

You need da boom boom boom cum in talk to me

White ho alwa need da blackberry jam

The boom boom boom 

And the bam bam bam

Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-"

The ladies danced to the horrid rap song. Gizzelle's flimsy bra offered little support for her big melons. Her tits bounced and flopped as she moved, her big meaty nipples were hard as a rock. Wadsworth's large damp pussy lips could be clearly seen through her wet flimsy panties. 

Cindy Holesgood had always been a good dancer and she moved her sweet curvaceous body to the beat, her adorable ass twitching from side to side. She was a crowd favorite. 

Jenny Tendergash's pussy was on fire as she swayed her lithe body to the music. She too had a big wet spot on her panties. She had been fitted with a clitoris stimulator, operated by the remote control in Nurse Pinkwahls' hand. 

Carol Cundermouth really couldn't dance worth a shit, but some of the men still thought about ramming the red head's big white ass as it twitched, unsuccessfully, to the beat of the rhythm.

"Turn around now ladies," the doctor instructed, "Yes! Now spread ya legs! Now BEND OVER! ALL the way over, Mrs. Tendergash. YEAH! That's it! Now SHAKE SOME ASS!" The white woman's asses were bouncing with the hip hop beat. 

BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH

The men passed around fat, sticky roots of the El Suprema. The medical marijuana had been air freighted directly from Humboldt, California, especially for the Clinic. The skunky sweet smell of pungent herbs, with names like Goo, Purple Jizz and Sour Spunk, filled the air. Comments such as, "Where did the skunk die?" were heard, even in the most polite of company. 

"Shit nigga, pass that thing over here," Dr. Pierce said to the dark skinned brother with dread locks in his hair. Dr. Rod Pierce took the burning spliff from the young negro and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs to capacity with the sweet, strong smoke. He held his greedy hit in. The seconds ticked by. His eyes got really wide. Then------- eruption. 

AHCK, AHCK, AHCK, HAK, HAK, HAK, HAK. AHHHHHH AHCK, AHCK, AHCK. He exploded in the violent coughing fit, the immense cloud of gray smoke bellowed out. "WHHAAAHH!" he belted, as he hacked, spewed, and sputtered, his bloodshot eyes tearing up. "SON of a BITCH!" he croaked, while the men laughed. "WHOOO!" he exclaimed as he finally recovered, "That was just uh. . .uh. . .uh. . outstanding! I think I had a HEAD RUSH there for a minute!" He composed himself, then inhaled another deep toke of the kind bud. 

Dr. Tailsman's loud voice blared over the persistent rap groove. "Alright ladies, get 'em down now! GET THEM PANTIES OFF!" 

The rapper continued his verbal assault on women, acceptable social norms, and the English language. 

"White ho workin all night n'day

Betta have my money sall I gotta say

They call me da man with da cheese n' ham

The boom boom boom

And the bam bam bam

Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-Cuz a nigga gonna know-"

Carol Cundermouth moved awkwardly to the groove. The white woman's spasmodic movements clutched here and there, always a moment off the beat. She seemed to have all the funky rhythmic timing of an Amish Librarian. It didn't take the black men long to notice. 

"What da fuck is THAT!" a brother exclaimed, "some kinda mofuckin' epileptic seizure shit going on up there? Is there a doctor in the house?" The men laughed. 

"That shit is miswired, yo," a young man mumbled from under his hoodie. 

Carol's big ass twitched and tossed from side to side, in a rhythmically grotesque fashion. 

"Shit nigga, my left testicle can dance betta than that!" a skinny brother said. The group chuckled again.  

"Her dancing soooo bad," the big fat man wound up, "If she had Michael Jackson's sparkling glove------ she'd use it for a tampon!" The men snorted and laughed loudly. One negro doubled over in laughter, spitting his drink out his nose and mouth, and splattering the lap of the man across from him with Bacardi and Coke. 

"AWW, MUTHA FUCKA!!" the man said, in his newly wetted pants. "NIGGA, PLEASE!" he said with disgust, and wiped his crotch with a flimsy paper drink napkin.  

Carol continued shaking her ass, off the beat, oblivious to the men's dialog.  

Dr. Tailsman's voice boomed, "NURSE HONEYPOT, LOWER THE PLEASURE HAMMOCKS, PLEASE."

The nurse worked the controls as 2 heavy duty sex swings, suspended by a set of cables, began to lower from the ceiling. It was like something out of a James Bond movie, and the men were highly impressed. Applause rang out. 

The other nurses took to the stage. Nurse Fiste rolled out a padded leather box, with leather straps placed strategically around the odd fixture. 

Nurse Pinkwahls brought out the stationary bike, outfitted with the CZY-9000 Fulfillment attachment accessory option. More applause. 

A long railing was rolled into place, long enough for all four women to bend over. 

A low mounting bench was brought to the stage. The apparatus had a long, obscene dongle in the middle of its seat, with graduating rings on it that got wider and wider towards its base, and a 20 foot orange power cord, coiled neatly on the side. 

When the doctors came on stage, the music level came down too. Dr. Tailsman spoke into the Shure SM-58 microphone.

"Gentlemen, we've used a sophisticated lotto method to determine the sequential order of your spermitudical advancement. These results have been sealed and verified by the accounting firm of Jerkums & Cumingson." 

The doctor continued his rambling preamble while the nurses got the women into their proper positions. Dr. Hyram Tailsman spoke. "Each of you plays a vital and necessary role in our mission here at the Clinic...."

Cindy and Jenny were strapped into the pleasure hammocks, on their backs, their cute little legs raised up high. Their spread pussies glistened in the light. A press of a button on the control panel could lean them------ backwards, their faces tilted back, their mouths right a crotch level. Or, they could be flipped over on their stomachs, and raised and lowered as needed. The multi position sex swings could be used in an endless variety of ways. 

" ---and it's very important we understand the true nature of the white woman's desire for big black cock. . . ," the doctor continued his long winded speech. 

Gizzelle Wadsworth was led to the strange padded box. She was placed over it, her long legs spread wide apart, and her ankles locked into the wide leather straps.  

"-----that generations from now, people will look back on our work here at the Clinic and say, 'Well done.'"

Her wrists were secured down the other side of the box. Another wide strap came across her back, pinning her down tightly. Her big ass poked out, invitingly.

".----and you can look yourselves in the mirror with pride, knowing you've helped these white women immensely."  

Lastly, another strap was attached to the one across her back, then attached to a leather face harness that went across the woman's forehead and chin. The nurse cinched the strap tight, forcing her pretty face up, right at dick level. For a last touch, a leather paddle was hung on a hook next to the immobilized woman's exposed ass, as an open invitation. 

"-----and it's only through your hard work, discipline and dedication, these white women can be the sluts they truly need to be. . . ."  

Carol Cundermouth looked at the stationary bike she had been told to mount. A big dildo arose from where there should have been a seat. 

"C'mon, Mrs. Cundermouth, on you go!" Nurse Fiste insisted, helping the woman on the bike. The big black nurse guided the monster rubber wang into the woman's pussy hole. "All the way down now, Mrs. Cundermouth."

"----that these white women come to know exactly what it means to be the few, the proud, the big black cock sluts." 

"OOOHHH," Carol Cundermouth wiggled her body down the large CZY-9000 Fulfillment attachment, until her feet rested on the pedals of the bike. 

"----until every penis has been completely satisfied!" There was a roar of applause as Dr. Tailsman finally finished his inspirational speech, and a group of 15 nude black men walked on the stage. Their fat swinging dicks swayed as they walked. 

"Gentlemen, proceed with your assignments!" the doctor said, as the loud hip hop beat cranked back up. 

BOOM BUPA BAH---- BOOM BUPA BAH---- 

*** NEXT EPISODE ***

A chant began among the audience, softly at first, then rising in intensity. 

"pierce, pierce, pierce, pierce, Pierce, Pierce, Pierce, Pierce, PIERCE, PIERCE, PIERCE!, PIERCE!, PIERCE!" 

Dr. Rodney Pierce was also known affectionately among the staff, as Dr. Kingsnake. His impressive weapon hung like a long sword. His balls; two golf balls in a long leathery potato sack. The man's bull's nuts fell a good 6 inches. Even limp, the heavy black tube steak was the pride of the meat market. It flopped and swayed like a stallion's prick as he walked. The other men cleared the stage for the Kingsnake. 

"Respect," one brother said, and stepped aside.



White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 04



African American Doctors Rod Pierce and Dr. Hyram Tailsman have become the world's leading authorities on the sexual advancement of white women. Together, they run the White Women's BBC Clinic, a cutting edge facility, where, with the help of the dedicated nursing staff, and a group of capable young black men, they seek to unravel the mysteries of the white woman's desire for big, hot, throbbing pieces of long, black fuck meat. 

***Six***

Dr. Tailsman and Dr. Pierce sat at a table with 5 other men, watching the action on the stage. Two buck brother's were busy fucking Cindy and Jenny in the swings. Another had his chocolate dick flopped over Cindy's face. The women's titties bounced as the big men pounded away. The doctors heard the women groaning and cumming hard. 

"Here you are, Dr. Tailsman, I thought you might like this," the nurse said. 

"Ah, yes, an excellent idea, Nurse Honeypot!" Honeypot rolled over the 4 foot medical bong to the table.

On stage, two niggas from the 'hood were going at the bent over Gizzelle. One fucked her pussy with abandon while the other used her mouth for his pleasure. SLAP. 

"OOOwwww," Gizzelle squealed as the thick paddle rudely landed on her big ass cheeks. 

"Harder, bitch," the mouth fucker sneered, with the wooden paddle in his hand. He wore some kind of gang banger hoodie and a gaudy gold chain around his neck. She put her lips to his uncircumcised dick. 

Dr. Hyram Tailsman put his lips to the uncircumcised bong. An electric motor began to operate. An elaborate cacophony of bubbling water, ticking whirls, and vacuumed air noises were heard, as the smoke was triple filtered through a series of water chambers, aerators, and cooling cores. The sticky icky then filled a long glass tube, and when Nurse Honeypot pressed the remote carburetor release, the cannon load of cool Afghani smoke blasted into the doctor's lungs. 

Gizzelle felt the hot dick plowing her mouth. "Yeah, biziatch, that's it, AHHHH," the banger groaned from the stage, obviously more pleased with the dick sucking woman's performance. 

Dr. Tailsman closed his eyes and sat back in his chair. He stayed like that for a good while, as if in meditation. He exhaled the long cloud into the air, blowing a few lazy smoke rings as he did so. Nurse Honeypot smiled as the gray white rings softly glided through the air. Nurse Fiste wandered over, wanting a hit. 

"Pass I-a dem kuchie now, me sister," she said, with her Jamaician accent. The group of medical specialists indulged freely, and monitored the patients on the stage. By now the women had a desperate desire to be fucked. Maybe it was the increased dosages of Hypocuntenin, or perhaps, the erotic sight of the long line of swinging black dicks, as the men stood at attention. Maybe it was the stinging little humiliations the men seemed to delight in putting them through, or simply just the need for a big strong black man to take charge. None of them could say for certain. 

Whatever it was, from the first instant the whities felt the prosiputous ebony member stretch their pink love walls wide, and the great indigo snake worm its way deep into their bellies, they could only say one thing with any certainty. They were officially addicted to Big Black Cock. And of course, there was also the Hypocuntenin. 

After all, Hypocuntenin was the latest sexual breakthrough, known throughout the industrialized world for heightening the female's sexual pleasure to absurd levels. It facilitated multiple, long lasting orgasms in users and, in some extreme cases, a continuous orgasm was reported. If orgasm lasted more than 4 hours, women were told to seek help immediately. Governments had banned the use of the substance in many countries. Women were experiencing pleasure like they had never known before. Hypocuntenin was responsible for many a man's sore morning dick. Even activities normally reserved only for the nastiest girls, such as Anal, took on a whole new meaning for the women. 

Slim, young Jenny Tendergash watched the big man walk behind her, his 9 inch dick bounced like a pogo stick. She felt slick knob against her tight asshole. 

"Oh, NO! PLEASE SIR! NO! NOT THERE!" She pleaded. Panic set in at the thought of getting her little butt fucked. She felt the big black greasing up her asshole, and a large lubey finger stabbed deeply up her butt. "OOOOHH." Her pretty face reddened and she pouted her lips. The man worked his greasy finger in and and out of her little backdoor.

In spite of herself, Jennifer's precious butt hole was receptive. Oddly, there seemed to be an animalistic craving up her butt, every since Nurse Fiste been given her the big sudsy enema. Little did she know that a few drops of Hypocuntenin had been added to the solution. 

"Oohhhh," she grunted, and pouted, while the greasy finger worked in and out of her tight ass. Somewhere deep down inside, little Jennifer knew she'd have to take that dick up her Hershey highway. She just wasn't sure where she was going to put it. Somewhere, somehow, the big man found some space!

"AAAHHHHHH," she gritted her teeth as the big tugboat split her asshole open and steamed up her butt. "OOOOHHH." Her eyes were wide. The man slowly backed out, then up in again, even deeper.

"YEEEE," she squealed. "OH, SIR! PLEASE! NO!!" she groaned. He eased out a little, then flexed back forward, hiding a few more inches up her tight butt. "AYYEEEE!!!" The patient negro stopped, and let the young woman grow accustomed to the massive shaft lodged up her rear end. "OoooooHHH," she groaned, as her little hole slowly surrendered to his persistent piston rod. 

He made one final push and was balls deep up the lady's ass. Jennifer's perfect little blond butt made quite a sight with the nice man's jet black cock splitting it right up the middle. There was nothing else to do, except butt fuck the little gal. Soon he had a slow steady pace sawing in and out of her ass.

"OoooH, NO!! Not that TOO!!" she groaned, just as another man pressed his hungry dick to her tiny pussy, and soon her sweet pussy was also jammed tight. Her spread cunt gripped the fat cock and her pleasure button rubbed against the sawing bone. Jenny's love button began to throb. 

"Oooooh," she groaned as her two little holes serviced the men's big greedy dicks. Soon Jenny's pain had turned to exquisite pleasure. 

"OHH YES!!" she looked back at the man with her sheepish red face, her mouth open with sensation and delight. "PLEASE FUCK MY BUTT, SIR!! Oooohhh, HARDER!!" 

After a few minutes of the men huffing and puffing, she found herself drifting from one cum to the next. She was experiencing a fulfillment unlike any she had ever known. And when another swollen cock wagged in her face, she opened wide like a hungry little bird, wanting her coco worm. Her frigidity was cured at last. 

A chant began among the audience, softly at first, then rising in intensity. 

"pierce, pierce, pierce, pierce, Pierce, Pierce, Pierce, Pierce, PIERCE, PIERCE, PIERCE!, PIERCE!, PIERCE!" 

Dr. Pierce stood, and took his curtain call, but the men weren't satisfied. The cheers wouldn't cease, so finally he went to the stage. Wild hoots rang out from the men, as Nurse Honeypot and Nurse Pinkwahls began unzipping his trousers. 

Dr. Rodney Pierce was also known affectionately among the staff, as Dr. Kingsnake. His impressive weapon hung like a long sword. His balls; two golf balls in a long leathery black potato sack. The bull's nuts fell a good 6 inches. Even limp, the heavy black tube steak was the pride of the meat market. It flopped and swayed like a stallion's prick as he walked. The other men cleared the stage for the Kingsnake. 

"Respect," one brother said, and stepped aside. 

The doctor stood in front of Gizzelle's face, his oak root swinging. Nurse Honeypot lifted the heavy pork loin to the woman's mouth. Gizzelle opened wide. She felt the mammoth filling with blood, and beginning to throb in her mouth. She wondered how big the whale dick was actually going to get. 

She sucked the huge flaring head as the fudge cucumber stood up at least 13 inches, and fat around as a cat head. The huge erection took a sinister left turn about half way up its long shaft, giving an ominous curve to the black mamba. 

Unbidden, Gizzelle's thoughts drifted back to the conversation she had with her husband, the night before she had left for the Clinic. She had held her Ervin's hand as they sat at the kitchen table.

"Bu, but, Gizzelle, it, it seems to imply here, that you would be. . having SEX with OTHER MEN! BLACK MEN, NO LESS!" her husband had said with disbelief, as he thumbed through the Clinic's brochure. "This doesn't sound like a BEAUTY SPA!" 

She had looked at him with as much concern on her face as she could muster. "Yes, dear, I'm afraid. . . that might be true," she had replied, and bit her lip seductively. She had bought his hand to her breast and rubbed her big hard titties against his fingers. "But you always say my happiness means the world to you." She watched her Ervin squirm in his chair awhile before slipping to her knees. She undid his belt then unzipped his fly. She had given her husband a nice, slow, long suck off that night as a going away present--- after he had written the check for the Clinic. 

After the ebony schlong was hard, wet, and well sucked, the good doctor took his place behind her big round ass. The mighty dick curved like a long black freeway of love, meandering through the pink mountains and fertile valleys of pussy land, as he steered his chocolate road hog all the way home.

Gizzelle groaned, as her hungry love channel was filled with the giant black rubbard. The massive stuffing up her sweet cunt was almost more than she could stand. 

"OHHH," she said , wide eyed. "PLEASE! --IT'S. . . IT'S TOO BIG!!" But after a few strokes the pleasure overwhelmed her stretched cunt and the woman sang a more wanton tune. She wiggled her full hips back and forth, as the enormous dick sawed in and out. "YES! OH YES!! SO, SO GOOOOOD!! FUCK MY PUSSY, DOCTOR!" 

And fuck her he did. The large doctor put on an exhibition, slamming her with a force and an abandonment seldom seen in the long history of human fucking. Her big tits hung down, as he pounded away, and flopped and bounced like two unruly children in a carnival Moonwalk. Gizzelle felt another cum flooding her senses. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed, as if a porno slut at her first audition. Nurse Honeypot stood by, taking notes as the doctor gave his medical opinion of each woman's pussy.

"We have a nice, uh. . . wetness here, and a nice tight pussy! The heat is quite stimulating," The nurse hurriedly jotted down notes. " Her big ass makes a perfect cushion for a uh. . .nice hard ramming!" the big man said as he huffed and puffed. "Nurse Honeypot, remind me to, uh. . .sodomize her, uh. . .at a later time."

"Yes, Doctor." 

After leaving her panting in orgasm, he went on to the next woman. The left leaning black giant pressed against Cindy's pink lips and demanded entrance to the little love canal. Cindy could only lay back in the swing as the doctor pounded her pussy over and over. The petite woman's white legs and little arms soon wrapped around the big black humping torso. 

"OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH," she kept repeating, as she was fucked. Soon, she too, was panting in orgasm. The little woman squealed with pleasure, as the doctor espoused his expert analysis. 

"Uuumm, yes, we have a nice velvety quality here, uh. . .like the small wet hand of a milking maid, eager to fill her bucket! My trouser snake doth approvth! Four star pussy!" The doctor said, as the nurse noted the chart. 

Then he sampled Jennifer's tight pussy patch. He worked her blond garden like a plantation plowman at planting time. The massive chocolate saw bone disappeared up the blond's delicate pink pleasure channel over and over again. 

"OOOOH YES, this here's some PRIME pussy! LOVE that blond pussy!" the black man shouted, his big balls slapping the blond's little butt. She spread her little legs wide, and clawed the man's humping ass cheeks, as if to spur the black stallion towards the finish line with even greater urgency. 

"AHHHHH YEEEEESSSS FFFUUUUUCCKK MEEEEE!!!" She screeched like a feral cat in heat, and shook violently as a massive cum swept through her aching cunt. She scratched at his ass, leaving red marks from her sharp claws. The black jack hammer just kept pounding. 

When he got to Carol Cundermouth, she was on the bike peddling and panting away, sweat pouring down her face. Her butt poked out and wiggled as she worked her legs round and round. Nurse Fiste routinely popped her on the ass with a cane, as a workout incentive. Of course, the shifting from side to side kept the big dildo wiggling inside her pussy and her clitoris rubbing on the bicycle's studded clitbar. Undeterred, the big doctor took his place behind the woman and pressed his monster against her exposed butt hole. 

And when our saga continues. . . 

"Ladies and gentlemen , we have been cleared for take off. Cabin crew, please take your seats and uh, cross check." 

Cindy heard the pilot's words, and a few minutes later she was pinned to her seat as the 737 jetted down the runway. The huge turbine engines roared and propelled the flying machine faster and faster towards its date with the big sky. 

"It's six sun filled days of white sand, blue water, and hot island fun!" Dr. Pierce had said the night before, as he distributed the airline tickets and hotel vouchers. The nurses and the group of "conscripted" men all had cheered with excitement. The ladies had exchanged anxious glances. Nurse Honeypot approached them. 

"You won't need to pack anything, ladies," she had said, "the nurses and I have already done that for you! We leave for the airport bright and early tomorrow morning! On the bus at 6 AM-- Sharp!" 

The ladies had sensed all eyes on them as they had walked through the busy airport. They wore matching outfits; A Daisy Dukes getup, consisting of tight, cut off jean shorts, and open toe white pumps. Their lips and nails were painted fire engine red. They each wore a backless white halter top, and a straw cowgirl hat. Gizzelle's large tits swung freely as she marched through the morning rush of the airport, and 2 or 3 inches of her round butt cheeks poked out underneath the impossibly tight short shorts. They appeared to be genuine, certified, white trash, surrounded by a pack of rowdy black men, and the other travelers took notice. Heads turned, right and left. 

Gizzelle stepped into the security x ray machine and held her arms up overhead. The TSA security dweeb's face lit up when he saw her. She was aware her nipples were rock hard. They poked out like .38 caliber bullets under the sheer white cotton top. He seemed to leave her in the machine much longer than necessary, Gizzelle thought, before motioning her to exit. An old, fat female TSA agent scowled at her as she put back on her white pumps. 

But now, they were seated in the aircraft, seat belts fastened, seat backs in the upright position--- and they were fast approaching blue sky. 



White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 05



White Women's BBC Clinic Chapter 5

"Cox Air 6-2-6"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been cleared for take off. Cabin crew, please take your seats and uh, cross check." 

Cindy heard the pilot's words, and a few minutes later she was pinned to her seat as the 737 jetted down the runway. The huge turbine engines roared and propelled the flying machine faster and faster towards its date with the big sky. 

"It's six sun filled days of white sand, blue water, and hot island fun!" Dr. Pierce had said the night before, as he distributed the airline tickets and hotel vouchers. The nurses and the group of "conscripted" men all had cheered with excitement. The ladies had exchanged anxious glances. Nurse Honeypot approached them. 

"You won't need to pack anything, ladies," she had said, "the nurses and I have already done that for you! We leave for the airport bright and early tomorrow morning! On the bus at 6 AM-- Sharp!" 

The ladies had sensed all eyes on them as they had walked through the busy airport. They wore matching outfits; A Daisy Dukes getup, consisting of tight, cut off jean shorts, and open toe white pumps. Their lips and nails were painted fire engine red. They each wore a backless white halter top, and a straw cowgirl hat. Gizzelle's large tits swung freely as she marched through the morning rush of the airport, and 2 or 3 inches of her round butt cheeks poked out underneath the impossibly tight short shorts. They appeared to be genuine, certified, white trash, surrounded by a pack of rowdy black men, and the other travelers took notice. Heads turned, right and left. 

Gizzelle stepped into the security x ray machine and held her arms up overhead. The TSA security dweeb's face lit up when he saw her. She was aware her nipples were rock hard. They poked out like .38 caliber bullets under the sheer white cotton top. He seemed to leave her in the machine much longer than necessary, Gizzelle thought, before motioning her to exit. An old, fat female TSA agent scowled at her as she put back on her white pumps. 

But now, they were seated in the aircraft, seat belts fastened, seat backs in the upright position--- and they were fast approaching blue sky. 

Gizzelle Wadsworth felt the rumbling tires clear the ground and watched the scenery fall below, as the aircraft took flight. She looked down, with a slight uneasiness, as the buildings grew smaller and smaller. Carol Cundermouth looked at her with a big grin on her face. The jet climbed into the sky, then made a sweeping right turn, and climbed some more. After a few minutes, they were 26,000 feet above the ground, and on their way to the tropics. The Boeing leveled off and appeared to be peacefully meandering through the clouds, though they were traveling at over 500 mph. 

A scratchy voice of dubious audio quality came over the intercom system of the plane. 

"UH. . . Ladies and gentlemen this is your CAPTAIN speaking! We want to welcome everyone aboard Cox Air Flight 6-2-6, to Jamaica! Our flight time today is about 2 hours and 32 minutes. The temperature in Montego Bay is currently 84 degrees Fahrenheit, with a party cloudy sky. The local time is 2:45 PM. We want to welcome some very special guests today--the WHITE WOMENS BBC CLINIC!" The men cheered. 

Jenny sat in seat 29a, a window seat, beside Wassina Oolegawwa. "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT!" she heard him say, in a response to the pilot's shout out. The big fat man spilled out of his seat and pinned her against the side of the craft. 

"Just my luck," she thought. "Is there anything worse than sitting next to a fat man on an airplane?" she asked herself. She didn't care for the large black man. She looked at the fleshy, puppy dog jowls on his cheeks. He had a odd, half wit manner about him. "Actually, he's weird as hell," she thought to herself. He looked at her with a big goofy grin on his fat face, a gaped toothed smile. Jenny quickly diverted her eyes away from the man, and back out the window of the plane. 

"We have calm skies for our flight today," the pilot continued, "so I've tuned off the fasten seat belt sign and I've instructed the cabin crew to begin the drink service early."

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Jenny heard Dr. Pierce exclaim, from a couple of rows up. 

"And uh, as we here at Cox Air always say, it's never to early to start the party--so please, ENJOY! We know you have a choice when you fly, and uh, once again, we do thank you for choosing Cox." The mic clicked off.

Soon the stewardess had the fully stocked drink cart rolling down the narrow aisle. Cox Air was rated number one in customer service. 

"Jack and water," one man said. "Johnny Walker Red," said another. "A Budweiser," said a third. "A Pina Colada," said Nurse Pinkwahls. 

Cindy Holesgood sat in the middle seat, sandwiched between two large black men. She looked so cute in her straw cowgirl hat. Her elfin face was bright with excitement. She heard Dr. Tailsman's deep voice from several aisle forward of her. He gave a loud laugh. 

"Champagne, Nurse Honeypot?" she heard him say. "Why not!"

Jefferey Pauls was a studious looking brother. He wore big black rimmed glasses on his clean cut face. He was an outgoing, enterprising young man, neatly dressed, and always with something to say. People accused him of being a shit talkin' nigga from time to time, but that didn't slow him down one bit. He looked at the woman, in the seat next to his, row 22 seat b. 

"Oh, hell yeah!" He thought to himself. He discreetly glanced again at the Caucasian woman. She wore a sharp dressed business woman's outfit, with a light grey skirt, a blue blouse, and matching suit jacket. 

"DAMN, Bizitach!" Jefferey thought. He had already checked her ass out. He had watched her butt jiggle earlier, as she had slid into her seat. He was delighted to be seated next to the stranger. "I DO like me a lady in a bidnizz suit!" he thought. She had brown hair to her shoulders, with a big ol' butt and heavy swaggin' tits, just like he liked 'em. 

"HEEELLLO!" He said to the lady, with a deep voice and a smooth, charming smile. 

The woman smiled the briefest of smiles at the black man, but didn't say anything, then turned her head away. 

The stewardess had that airline "come fly with me" thing going. She was a middle aged blond, with a certain European look to her. Gold rimmed glasses sat on her pointed nose, and she spoke with an accent. She might have been a Swede. Reginald Prode sat with Mr. Cerles, in the 20th row. He studied the airline stewardess, coming down the aisle. 

"I wonder why it is," Reginald pondered, as he chatted with Mr. Cerles, "I always want to FUCK the airline stewardess?" He had a wistful expression on his round face. "I think I've wanted to FUCK every single piece of STEWARDESS PUSSY I have EVER seen." 

Mr. Cerles thought to himself, then replied. "Well, it's a perfectly natural thing, Mr. Prode." 

The men watched the stewardess. She wore a tight blue skirt, with a middle aged butt squeezed into it. Her round C cup titties filled her white blouse, and her gold flight wings were pinned to her pocket. 

"Your feelings are quite common, Reginald. Many men are--eager--- to fly the friendly skies. . . "

The stewardess had blond hair piled up on top of her head, under a blue airline cap. She had blue eyes behind her gold glasses, and tight lips on her angular face. The veteran airline employee had logged many miles in her aviation career. 

"May I get you zomething to to drink, zir?" She asked a passenger a few rows in front. Reggie heard her voice, for the first time. 

"I wonder how many drinks she's poured?" Reggie asked, hypothetically. 

"Huumm," Mr. Cerles pondered. "That's a lotta frequent flyer miles, there," he nodded his head. "And you KNOW what they say about airline stewardesses!"

The men watched the woman work. In the confines of the narrow aisle, she could rival any bar keep in any smokey bar. She worked professionally and efficiently in the cramped aisle, filling plastic glasses with ice, finding the tiny bottles of alcoholic beverage, and the various mixers to pour, methodically moving down the aisle, serving each seat, in turn. It was quite a juggling act. A skill honed and perfected, by years of pouring practice. 

"I imagine she's spread her wings, more than a few times, for this captain, or that, during a, long hard LAY over, if you know what I mean." Mr. Cerles chuckled.

Reginald nodded his head in agreement. "She's probably licked a hairy beaver or two, as well, I would venture to say. Hotel rooms do get lonely," he added. 

"Yes, they certainly do," Mr. Cerles said. "But the stewardess is often eager to please, and that always arouses a, certain, uh, Mandingo Instinct---- in the alpha male." Mr. Cerles eloquently shared his philosophy. 

"I got some Mandingo I'd like to serve her," Reginald asserted, "with my seat tray in the UPRIGHT POSITION!" The men laughed. 

"Indeed, Mr. Prode." Mr. Cerles said, " The crème de la crème! That would be—the friendly skies, indeed." Cerles watched her bend her knees and get some pineapple juice out of a lower tray on the cart. "I'm sure she's squatted her hairy baggage handler on more than a few big jet engines in her day." She bent over to hand a man his drink in a window seat. 

"Aw, yeah, nice ol' blonde euro butt," she thought she heard someone say.

In seat 29A, Jenny Tendergash looked out the window of the plane. She could see a sky of blue, with puffy white clouds scattered randomly about, extending to the horizon. Far below, she could see the vast Atlantic ocean. Jenny felt a hand on her thigh. She stiffened and turned to see Wassina's goofy grinning face.

"We're gonna have a lotta fun, aren't we Jenny Tendergash," the big dimwit said. 

"Umm, yes Wassina, we will," Jenny politely removed the big hand from her thigh. 

"Is he inbred?" she wondered.

Gizzelle saw Dr. Pierce coming down the aisle with a sharp dressed man, in a dark blue suit, and an aviator's hat on his head. They stopped beside her seat. 

"Uh, Gizzelle, this is Captain Jones, and we are in his capable hands this trip."

Gizzelle smiled and shook hands with the tall trim black captain. "Hello, Captain," she said. 

"Why hello, Gizzelle! Rod has told me SO much about you, I feel as though I already know you!" The handsome pilot had a cocksure way about him. He wore a confident, wide smile, and a patch of gray around his temples. 

"Bob and I go way back." Dr. Pierce explained. "Uh, Gizzelle, the uh... .the Captain would like to show you his. . .uh. . cockpit, and I told him you'd just love to see it."

"Yes, Gizzelle, I'd be glad to show you my. . .uh, the uh. . . cock pit." The pilot and the doctor shared a grin. The pilot offered his hand to woman.

"Well," Gizzelle really just wanted to be left alone. Flying wasn't her favorite thing to do. "I might just stay here," she tried to be polite. Gizzelle nervously grabbed the safety pamphlets from the seat back in front of her, " I was just going to read about the, the uh, safety exits and the life jackets and, uh, emergency procedures---since we're flying over water."

"Oh, don't worry about those, Gizzelle," the pilot smiled, "Nobody reads those! Hell, I ain't even read 'em!" The pilot laughed with the big doctor, "but let me show you where the real action takes place. In the cockpit!"

"Well. . ."

"Go on, Gizzelle." Dr. Pierce said. "You wouldn't want to pass up a chance to see the cockpit!" The pilot grabbed her hand and escorted Gizzelle up the aisle towards the nose of the aircraft. 

"I'm a little afraid of flying, Captain," she admitted, as they walked. She turned back to see the rows go past, each filled with a new set of flying faces. There was Dr. Tailsman, leaning out into the aisle. He gave her a big thumbs up and nodded at her. 

"Don't you worry about a thing, Gizzelle." 

She passed Cindy's aisle. Cindy was engaged in a deep kiss with the Shaun in the window seat next to her, while Willy, in the aisle seat, had his big hand resting on her bare thigh. The brother had dark sunglasses on, corn rolls, and a dead serious expression on his face. He nodded his head to the hip hop blaring in his earphones.

Further back she could see Jenny Tendergash, next to fat ol' Wassina. She didn't look real happy. They passed Carol Cundermouth, returning to her seat from the restroom. 

"Where are you going?" she asked, but Gizzelle didn't answer. 

"Here we are, Gizzelly," the tall, dark, handsome black pilot said as he opened the cockpit door.

"Gizzelly?" she thought to herself. 

In row 22, Jefferey Pauls continued his futile attempts to strike up a conversation with the disinterested, smartly dressed woman. 

"I'm traveling with the White Women's BBC Clinic," he said, "you ever heard of it?" 

Carol was returning to her seat from the lavatory when a a big arm blocked her way. 

"Where do you think you're going?" the big man asked, with a smile. 

"Levell!" Carol playfully protested. She felt a hand rubbing up the bare inside of her thigh. She turned around to see Roy in the other aisle seat. 

"Looking good, baby!" he said, with a grin, "LOOKIN' GOOD!" 

Carol Cundermouth was looking much better after her time at the Clinic. She had lost 30 lbs, and now her legs and ass had a good tone to them. The exercise, strict diet, and regular enemas were really paying off, the men all agreed. She felt the big paws roam up her legs and squeeze her ass. A few nearby passengers took notice. 

Carol looked down the aisle of the plane, and there he was, seated about 10 rows back. He peered out from his aisle seat, and made eye contact with her. She had to smile. 

Carol had grown up in a trailer park outside of Birmingham, Alabama. She spoke with a heavy southern draw. Every since her teenaged years, she had fantasized about being a slut for big black cock. She couldn't help it. She even had one dark fantasy about being thrown naked in a prison cell with a pack of horny black inmates. . .she heard the steel bars clang shut, and the big guard laugh, as he walked away.. . .the fantasy usually made her come. She saw the little man, in the back of the plane. 

"There's my man," she thought to herself, "the little wimp." Harold Cundermouth sat towards the rear, and craned his neck into the aisle. He was a slight built man, with a bald head. He looked right at her, with an excited smile on his face. 

Carol and her husband, Harold, did have a rather unique marital arrangement. It had all started one night when she got drunk and happened to mention how some of her ex lovers had been. . . rather well endowed. . . and rather dark. He had become highly sexually aroused as she told her explicit stories. He wanted to hear more and more. Soon, he was begging her to tell him every single detail, while he fucked her. She came to enjoy whispering in his ear, while he labored for his orgasm, telling him how much bigger her other lovers had been than him, and how much better their hung penises felt, jammed up her tender pussy. For some reason, he just loved it. He would always cum when she did that, as she giggled in his ear. Then one day, he brought up the subject.

"If it would make you happy," he had sheepishly said. 

"OK, Harold," she had finally agreed, " but dear---- I'm afraid they will all have to be BLACK men, darling, I'm sure you understand." He had swallowed hard, but quickly agreed. She had decided to give him exactly what he wanted. That's what had led them to the Clinic, after they saw an ad on the Internet. 

"And here he is," she thought to herself. He had decided to book passage on the exotic Jamaica trip, all on his own. 

"How nice," she thought. In some ways they were a perfect match. She thought about her husband, sitting alone in his room, beating his little white meat, while she pranced around the resort with one big black stud after another. She gave him a sly little smile as she walked the aisle to her seat. 

A few rows up, Dr. Hyram Tailsman looked over at Nurse Honeypot. "She really has out done herself, this time," he thought. 

Honeypot was standing in the aisle, fishing something out of her case in the overhead compartment. She wore a short, short, baby blue mini skirt, and the skimpiest of bright blue bikini tops. The string top barely restrained her firm heavy tits. The tiny fabric concealed her delicious nipples, but left plenty of chocolate brown tits spilling out the sides and middle. Over the bikini top, she wore a white cotton shirt, which she left half unbuttoned. She wore beach comber sandals, with brightly painted pink toenails. As she reached to the overheads, the muscles in her long athletic legs flexed. "Just, perfect," the doc said to himself. She had a white visor cap on, and tortoise shell sunglasses, seated atop the hat. 

"Nurse Honeypot," he said, "You look like you're all set to go from the plane straight to the beach!"

"Right after I order a Yellow Bird at the bar," she said, and dug the iPod out of her bag, "I'm going to the pool! I ain't gettin' in that ocean! SHARKS in there." The doctor smiled at his black nurse. Her big tits swayed from side to side, as she wrestled the luggage and overhead bin. 

"Nurse Honeypot," the tall doctor smiled, "I understand we're supposed to share a HOTEL ROOM. I can HARDLY WAIT." She took her seat next to him. 

Honeypot could suck a mean cock, Dr. Tailsman had known that since the day of her first job interview. The young black nurse's full lips had pumped up and down the doc's big shaft, all afternoon long, before he finally told her the job was her's.

Nurse Honeypot gave him a wink. "That's right, Dr. Tailsman." she said, with a slightly drunk grin. She put a finger to his nose. "But you better behave yourself----or I might just have to give you another saltwater enema!" 

"OH, Nurse HONEYPOT!!" his eyes lit up, he gestured to bite her finger, " you're SUCH a little FIRECRAKA!!" he said. The couple rubbed noses, and giggled together. Dr. Hyram Tailsman felt a tingle rummage through his scrotum sack. "Did you remember the coco butter?" he suddenly thought to ask. 

They stepped into the cockpit of the aircraft, and Gizzelle saw the dizzying array of dials, controls, switches and gauges that crowded the instrument panel. Lights and meters, levers and knobs, and of course, the stick. She saw a small Asian boy, sitting at the controls of the jetliner. 

"This is copilot, Wang Shoo. He's a KORean, don't call him Japanese! He'll freak out." Captain Jones said. Gizzelle looked at the diminutive Asian boy man seated in the co pilot's seat. He looked like he was about 16 years old. 

His eyes immediately fixed on Gizzelle's eye popping breasts. The deep cleavage split the two mountainous peaks, like some man eating crevasse, falling into oblivion. His dark eyebrows raised up, and his slanted eyes grew large. "Nice meet you!" he said, with a wide smile on his baby face. 

"Gosh," Gizzelle said, "you look so young! Have you been a pilot long?" Gizzelle nervously asked the young man, ignoring his gawking. 

"Just got license!" He smiled. "I SO excite!" His straight black hair was groomed in a traditional bowl cut style. 

"Yeah, the airline saves a TON of money with these young KORean pilots," the captain explained. "They get 'em just outta flight school. We train 'em as we go."

For a split second, Gizzelle contemplated the long fall, to the deep churning Atlantic waters below. She thought about the plane suddenly stalling, and spinning out of control, at the inexperienced hands of the young Korean man child. She imagined his frozen panic, the aircraft banking sharply into a grave yard spiral, then plummeting, beginning its long, terrifying descent, to find the sea. She quickly shoved that thought to the back of her mind. It suddenly occurred to Gizzelle she could not WAIT to get off this plane. 




White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 05



"Wang Shoo, I give you full control of the aircraft."

"AH, very good, Captain. Enjoy!" Wang said.

"Enjoy?" she started to ask, when the cocksure pilot pulled Gizzelly close. "CAPTAIN!" Gizzelle said with surprise. He pressed his hot mouth to hers. She felt one arm holding her tight, and a hand at the back of her neck. "UMMM!!" she squealed, her mouth full of tongue. He pulled the little string that tied her halter top. 

The stewardess handed Jefferey his Courvoisier and handed the lady her Coke a Cola. The woman had her tray down, and some working papers spread across it. She had her glasses on and was silently studying the papers. 

Jefferey Pauls took a slow sip of the Courvoisier. "OOOOH, YES!!" He smiled at the woman. She didn't flinch. "What 'cha workin' on? " he attempted, again, to strike up a conversation with the distant lady. 

The woman looked at the black man, really for the first time. She started to realize, with chagrin, she was seated next to a plane talker. "It's business sir, now if you'll excuse me," she went back to studying the papers. 

"I can see this ice princess is gonna be a tough nut to crack," Jefferey thought to himself, "this could get interesting." 

"OH, I understand," he said, "trying to get a little work done on the plane, that's an excellent idea! Hell, I wish I had some work too, but alls I got to do is sit here and think about my IRIE VACATION, MON!" He laughed, but the lady was stone faced. 

The aircraft gently rocked. A few more minutes passed. "Have you ever been to Jamaica before?" 

"Umm yes, I go often, but for business, not pleasure." She spoke without looking up from her work. 

"Jamaica? For BUSINESS!?" Jefferey said. "That don't sound right." 

"Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm AN ATTORNEY, I have a meeting tomorrow morning, then I'll be flying back to New York City tomorrow night. Now again, if you'll excuse me, I REALLY need to prepare." She went back to studying the papers. 

"This bitch is ALL BUSINESS!" Jefferey thought. "I kinda like that!"

"Well hell, that don't sound like much fun, NO SIREE!" Jefferey said. "Me, I got 6 whole days! I'm gonna be smokin' me ganja, tokin' Jamaican hashish, and drinking pina coladas in the shade!"

The woman glanced up at him again, this time with more annoyance on her face. 

Once again, Jenny felt Wassina's big black hand come to rest on her smooth thigh. She stiffened. 

"We SHO are gonna have fun, Miss Jenny Tendergash," Wassina said. His big fingers rubbed her smooth skin. 

"Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away," she hopefully thought. She sat looking straight ahead, with her lips pursed together. Wassina had a hound dog face with big droopy folds falling off it. He had a tooth missing when he smiled. His big belly was like a basketball poking over his belt. 

"Lemme show ya something, Jenny." 

In the cockpit, Captain Jones sat back in his big captain's chair. His trousers and jock strap were bunched down around his ankles. He had a long, hard waving chocolate dick in his hands. 

Gizzelle stood in shock, with her mouth open and her big tits hanging out. The flimsy halter top lay on the cockpit floor. Next to it, her Daisy Duke shorts the pilot had yanked down her legs, were also strewn across the floor. All that remained for Gizzelle were a pair of dainty red Victoria's Secret panties, and the tall white pumps on her feet. 

"OOOOOOOHHH!" Wang said with excitement, "she have GOOD TIT!" A bead of sweat broke out along Wang's forehead. He tried to concentrate on his flying, but he couldn't help craning his neck to look at "SEXY lady!" 

"C'mon Gizzelle, Rod assured me you'd know JUST what to do with this!"

"Dr. Pierce?" Gizzelle said, "You mean, he, he said I'd , I'd. . ." 

"YEP! He said you'd SUCK MY COCK, so GET TO IT!" The pilot's demeanor had suddenly shifted from smooth and charming, to complete and utter PRICK. 

"You, you can't be serious," Gizzelle said. Her stunned mouth hung open.

"I'm perfectly serious, bitch," the pilot said, "now wrap your lips around my PILOT'S DICK and START SUCKIN! CAPTAIN'S ORDERS GIZZELLE!" The man was becoming increasingly forceful. 

"But I, I," She felt flush, yet strangely excited. The man was a dominant afro-aviator, and it was completely turning her on. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and her pussy began to drool. The plane rocked and swayed. 

"You're gonna SUCK MY COCK like a BBC lovin' WHITE WHORE, GIZZY--- or I'm gonna take my belt and WHIP YO' WHITE ASS!" 

"UGH!" Gizzelle's mouth hung open in shock. "CAPTAIN JONES! There's no need to be THAT WAY about it!" She tried to hide her arousal. She covered her tits with her arms. 

"Maybe I'll just tell the Jamaican authorities you made a TERRORIST threat. She look like a TERRORIST to you, Wang Shoo?"

"Aye aye, CAPTAIN!"

"How would you like to spend a few months in a Jamaican jail, Gizzy?" 

"WHAT?!!" Gizzelle couldn't believe what a total asshole the pilot had become. She looked at the big darken pole in the pilot's hand. 

"NOW GET OVER HERE, SWEET TITS! Don't keep my nigga dick' a' waitin' any longa!" 



The aircraft continued on its course over the Atlantic ocean, south, and east to the Caribbean island of Jamaica. For some it would be a honeymoon. For some, a relaxing few days in paradise. For others, the trip they'd remember the rest of their lives. 

"Ma'am?" Jefferey Pauls disturbed the working woman attorney, yet again, " I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you again, but uh, there's just so much I don't know about Jamaica. I thought I could, ya know, ask you a few questions, maybe chat a little, ya know, kill the time, and all. Ya know what I'm sayin'?"

The lawyer was growing agitated. She sighed, and put down her pen. "What's that sir?" 

"Well, for example--- Why does the Caribbean lobster grow smaller than it's New England counterpart?"

She looked at the negro with an iced face. "I don't know the answer to that, sir." Agitation was growing to anger. "I'm not a marine biologist."

"Could you recommend a good reggae club in Kingston?" 

"Do you see dreadlocks in my hair? Do I look like a regGAE musician to you? NO, I have no idea, now please," she shaded her face with her hand, and tried to focus solely on her work in front of her. 

"Well I just thought I'd ask. Don't hurt to ask!" A minute or two of silence went by. "My momma always told me, don't be afraid to ask!" More silence. About every 2 minutes, Jefferey would pop off with another question. 

"How much do the ganja cost?"

"Where's the best place to buy mangos?"

"How much for surf lessons?"

"How do a jet ski work?"

"Is rum punch bad for you, really?"

"Fuckin' Ice Princess," Jefferey thought to himself. The woman still diligently read her papers, making notes here and there. "Well, that's it then!" Jefferey Pauls thought, "it's time to take the gloves off! Time for EXTREME measures." He discreetly put a hand under his blanket, and began slow deep massage of his privates. 

Gizzelle was on her knees, in between he captain's chair and the the co pilots seat. The airline cockpit gently rocked and jiggled. Her head slowly bobbed up and down in the black pilot's lap, and her mouth was crammed with hot chocolate. 

"UUMMM!" he groaned with satisfaction. "That's it, Gizzy, you're gettin' the hang of it!" Gizzelle held the base of the wide body ebony fuselage, and her other hand lightly caressed his heavy testicle baggage. Her warm wet mouth sucked up and down the swollen black jetliner. 

His hand pawed at her heavy tits and worried at the hard nipples. Her large bazookas hung down towards the floor. He gently swung them side to side, like two heavy wrecking balls, swinging, flopping, and crashing into one another. He lifted a handful of heavy melon. 

"Oooh!" she gave a muffled protest as he pulled and pinched the meaty, hard nips. He watched her slobber up and down his throbbing pilot's stick, and felt the tingling currents of pleasure course through his flight deck. He stuffed his hand under her panties and grabbed a handful of big ass. 

"OH YEAH, GIZZY! Pierce is right! You DO suck good cock!" The Captain grabbed Gizzelle's hair with his other hand and forced her mouth up and down his demanding cock, a little faster. "You see, Wang Shoo," he said, looking at the co pilot, "it's good to be the Captain!" 

The baby Asian aviator's mouth was wide open. He looked over to the lady's bobbing head and swinging breasts. Wang Shoo unzipped his fly and fished out a 5 inch prick, skinny as a boot lace, and hard as a nail. 

"Permission to wankie, Sir?" He spit into his hand. 

"Wang Shoo! What am I gonna do with you? Well, GO ON THEN, ya' slant eyed little pervert!" the black captain laughed. 

In a flash, Wang had one hand on the jetliner control stick and one hand frantically jacking his boner. "OOOH! FEEL GOOD!" he said. 

The Captain picked up the microphone. 

The scratchy mic came on in the cabin, interrupting everyone's movie. The passengers listened to the announcement. The first thing they heard was the sound of deep, heavy labored breathing, right on the mic. HUFF HUFF HUFF. "Uh, ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking, OOOOH, and uh, UM, we should be, uh, on the ground in, AHHHHH. . ." The pilot sounded like he was having some sort of difficulty in the cockpit. Some of the passengers exchanged worried looks. The mic went dead. Peoples movies resumed, for about a 45 seconds, before the mic came back on. 

More deep breathing. HUFF HUFF HUFF HUFF. "UMMM, on the uh, ground in about, uh, 30, maybe 40 minute or so, and uh, -then uh, AHHHH," the mic died, and the plane lurched to the left. 

The stewardess was in the back work area of the plane, near the rear lavatories. She was busy stowing the drink cart, and putting up the plastic silver ware and drink swirlies. She turned to stow the peanuts and snack crackers, when she bumped into the tall dark man standing unexpectedly behind her. 

"UGH, SIR! Zxcuse ME!" she said. She cast her eyes up at the tall man. He was black as night, with a big grin on his face. "Yes sir, may I zelp you?" She asked with a distinctly euro accent. 

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, you can," the big black politely said, "How nice of you to ask." His hand went to his groin. 

"I was wondering," he helped himself to another pack of peanuts, and began causally unzipping his pants. She put the drink swirlies in a Zip Lok bag. 

"If you could help me with this?" He whipped out a long, fat, heavy piece of jet black dick from his fly. 

The Scandinavian blonde woman looked down at the long dangling manwich. "And what do you expect me to do with zhat, sir?" she asked nonchalantly. 

"Well, uh," the black man said with a smile, he pointed to the airplane lavatory. "I thought perhaps we could visit the mile high club." he said, with raised eyebrows. The tail of the jet plane bucked in the wind. 

She looked down at the spicy sausage. "I cannot do zhat sir, I'm preparing for z' landing." She stowed the peanuts. She glanced at the swelling man meat. "It tis not possible." He gave his cock a shake. The blood began to flood the giant pussy filler. Her eyes widened. She looked around the plane. "Zit would be highly irregular, sir." 

"Are you sure, baby? Seems a shame to let this bad boy go to waste." The black pole had rocketed to an altitude of 10 fat inches and taken a bearing of straight on wood. 

"But sir, I , I. . ." She gave a worried look up the airplane aisle, they were alone, for the moment. She looked again at the long, tempting cock. She chewed her lip. "I'm afraid zit's. . . " The Scandinavian stewardess looked up at the black man, with a burning in her eyes, like a hungry lioness, on the prowl. ". . .quite zimpossible." She checked to make sure the coast was clear, then grabbed the ebony penis, and quickly pulled it into the tiny lavatory. 

"Hold it STEADY, Wang Shoo, ya little gook eyed bastard!" the Captain shouted as the plane veered, and corrected. 

"Yes sir!, Sorry sir!" he copilot said, a sweat pouring off his face. He was still stiff arming his one eyed jack. 

"C'mon, Gizzelly, hop on my dick. He's ready for ya!" The hot wet cock finally popped out of her mouth. The Captain held his hard control stick. 

"Climb on, Gizzy. Strap your wings 'cross my engines." 

"You want to, fuck me too? HERE?! In the CAPTAIN'S CHAIR? Is that SAFE?!"

He held the firmed 9 inch black root, pointed straight skyward. "ALL ABOAARRD!!" the Captain said, mixing his metaphors. 

Gizzelle couldn't deny it. Her pussy was aching for the swollen jungle flight root. And it was "Captain's orders." She got up, kicked off her heels, lifted her creamy legs and straddled the black pilot. She pulled her little wet panties to one side. 

"Let me get those, Gizzy," RIP. He torn her flimsy panties off, a violent act, and threw them back over his shoulders. 

She reached between her legs and gently positioned the waiting giant in to the soft folds of her soaking pussy. He put his impatient hands on her hips and yanked her down hard. 

"OOH!" she squeaked. Gizzelle sat on the pilot's lap with his firm bone suddenly buried deep up her pussy. 

"THAAAAT'S my GOOD FLIGHT GIRL!" 

"Quickly!" the Scandinavian said as she dropped her skirt to the floor, and unbuttoned her blouse. The two lusty adventurers crammed into the tiny airplane restroom. "Ze must hurry! Ze be landing shortly!" Her euro accent was an unmistakable turn on. 

"No problem, Ma'am! I'm gonna fuck ya nice and hard! Be over fo ya know it!" He unsnapped her bra. He squeezed the blonde's pert breasts. He tugged on her hard tiny nipples. "What's your name, honey?" 

"Helga," she said as her breath quickened. She pulled down her panties. "Helga Asperwitzenichtz." She took a seat on the toilet and put her lips to the giant black manrod. "I've never been with an Afrocentric Negro before," she said, just before she sucked the throbbing dickhead into mouth. "Ummmm," the blonde MILF moaned, as she tasted her first dark chocolate. 

"Call me, Reggie," the man said, as he dropped trow. 

Outside the lavatory, the red "Occupied" light came on. 

"Wassina, leave her alone," the handsome man said as he came down the aisle and saw the fat negro assaulting the tiny white woman. 

"Ahh, Billy Ray, we was just getting to know each other." Wassina said. 

"You're fixin' to crush the poor girl with yo' fat azz," Billy Ray Pearson said. 

"Thank you," Jenny Tendergash said, flustered from the big fat man's sudden slobbering kiss. She straightened her top. She looked up at the handsome man in the aisle. "Thank you, Billy Ray," she said again, and glared at Wassina. Billy Ray had a warm smile and a handsome face. "Why couldn't I have been seated next to HIM." she thought. 

"Wassina, you behave yourself," the man said, "or you'll answer to me."

"AWW, Billy Ray, I ain't misbehavin'. It's just love, that's all." Wassina said, with a big toothy grin. 

Jenny Tendergash turned her head to watch him walk away. He looked back at her, one more time, with a smile. He may as well have been a studly fireman who had just rescued her from a burning building. Or pulled her kitten from a tree. He was her hero. She was already well aware of his other talents. Jenny felt a stirring inside her, but it wasn't just lust, this was love. 

"OOOH, Captain, OH CAPTAIN! OH! Yes!" Gizzelle had sweat pouring down her face. 

"Ride it hard, Gizzy, RIDE it hard!" the pilot said. He slammed her UP and down on his urgent black control stick. 

Gizzelle straddled the man, with a foot on each side of the captain's chair. She pushed up with her big legs, up, to the cock's end, then down to his lap again, her knees full bent, and his shaft fully jammed in gear. The pilot used his strong arms and his undulating hips to further agitate the situation. The result was a fat 9 inch ram, Gizzelle rode up and down, each go 'round. It was an exercising fuck, and Gizzy's face was flush. She and the Captain panted and groaned. His long black cock played hide and seek, over and over with the lady's pink velvet lips.  

"Oh, Oh, Oh, OH," she grunted. 

"PUSSY GOOD, Captain?" Wang asked, his small Asian face, bright. 

"You just concentrate on beatin' you little meat and flying the plane, Wang, you let me worry 'bout the pussy!" The Captain huffed. Gizzelle big tits bounced and flopped in his face. 

"UMMM," He pressed and packed the two heavy mounds together. His hungry black lips wrapped around the meaty firm nuggs. He manhandled the giant globes and sucked the big milkers, one nipple at a time. 

"Oh, Captain Jones," Gizzelle panted, "I'm gonna, I'm gonna. . ."

Through the powers of self manipulation, Jefferey Pauls had worked up a hard 8 inch fuss in his pants. Now it was just a question of discreetly whipping it out, under the blanket. "Mission Accomplished," Jefferey thought. 

The woman was still diligently working.

"Ma'am, if I could just ask you one more question."

The woman kept working, and didn't say anything. 

"UH, Ma'am, uh, just more other thing. I KNOW you're VERY busy!" He pestered the woman attorney again. The woman finally looked at Jefferey. He eased the blanket up, just enough. 

"Have you ever been to the mile high club with a black man before?" Jefferey asked, innocently enough.

The woman's eye's slowly fell from his face, down to his lap. The hard root called attention to itself, by waving at the woman. It was a fat black snake with a bright head, pink as any pussy. It had a coke can girth, with an adventurous curve. She kept an icy lawyer's expression on her face, and her eyes remained on the hard glistening black penis. She wet her lips with her tongue. 

"I have NOT sir. And I'd advise you to put that away, before I report you to the FAA."

"Alright, calm down, lady. Ain't nothing to get alarmed about! It's a legitimate question!"



"OH CAPTAIN!!" Gizzelle undulated her hips on the deep rooted pilot's stick and exploded in orgasm. "UUUUUMMMMM!!" 

"YEAH,RIDE MY COCK, BITCH!" SLAP. The Captain brought his open palm down hard on Gizzelle's round butt cheeks. SMACK! The loud sound rang out. And again. SMACK!

"OWW!" she squealed. 

"OOOOOH! You SPANKIE her now, Captain!! I SEE!! VERY GOOD!!" Shoo said, now with pools of sweat pouring down his face. His hand was a blur. 

"OHHH" Gizzelle felt a deep cum shudder through her pussy, as she gave the pilot his special lap dance. 

"Captain!" Wang spoke up, "I want her to SUCKIE ME NOW!" 

"WANG SHOO! What THE HELL do you want? To get ya DICK SUCKED? What do you say, Gizzy, you hungry for a little sweet and sour?" She didn't answer. "OK Wang, put that little piece of shrimp you call a dick in her mouth!" 

"What!?" Gizzelle said.

Wang jumped up, kicked his trousers off, and grabbed Gizzelle by her hair. Before she knew it, her mouth was filled with his tiny Oriental fish meat. The Asian boy man had one leg acrobatically placed on the instrument panel and one leg on the cockpit floor. His little ball sack was tight as an old China woman's purse. He held Gizzelle's head as he fucked in and out of her mouth. 

"Ooooh," he said with a low groan. "Yeeesssss---- you suckie me!"

There was really nothing gentle or pleasant about the way the demanding contortionist fucker was fucking her mouth. "Who's flying the plane?" Gizzelle found herself wondering. Wang pumped his hips quickly, plowing Gizzelle's lips, like a horny little dog. Her nose bounced off his pubic hair with each stroke. 

"OOOOH YES, SUCKIE!!! AHHH YES, HOOOH YES!! HOOOH YES!!" The Asian screamed at the top of his lungs. "AAAEEEEYYYYAA!"

For such a little dick, the young man shot a humongous load. The Asian had a pained expression on his crunched up face. His mouth hung open, a convincing chipmunk impersonation. Gizzelle's cheeks bulged out as they filled with his fish juice tsunami. She didn't want to swallow, but her mouth was overflowing, and the little fucker was showing no signs of letting up. 




White Women's BBC Clinic Ch. 05



"PPPPHHH YYYEAAA SoEEOOo!!" Gizzelle had a sour expression on her pretty face as she swallowed down one mouthful of Asian load, only to have her mouth filled again with another. 

"I guess it's because they eat so much seafood," she thought. It didn't taste good, AT ALL. 

"EEEE AAAHHH." The young Korean gave one last victory shout as his five incher popped out of her mouth, leaving one last string of pearl stretching from her lips to his jizz spout. He panted and huffed. "OOOOH, HEEE, Oooooh KKKEEEE, HOOH," he muttered some unknown Korean phrase. 

"Alright, Wang Shoo, ya little fuck knot, get back over there and fly the damn plane, ya horny little fish head eatin' mofo!" the captain ordered. 

Suddenly, a loud alarm went off in the cockpit, and a red light flashed on the instrument panel. The aircraft began to bounce up and down. 

Reggie flipped the Scandinavian woman around and bent her over, facing the mirror. 

"Zake it Easy, big boy!" she said. The woman wore her blue airlines cap, but her blouse was open, her tits hung down, and her skirt and panties lay on the lavatory floor. Her round butt cheeks pushed against his groin, and excited the man. Reggie's trousers and Calvin Klein undies were bunched at his ankles. He still had his shoes and brown socks on. He pressed his large cock against her wet pussy and flexed his hips forward.

"UUMMMM," The Swede groaned. The soft little pussy slipped over Reggie's big dick. 

"OH, YEAH!" Reggie groaned, and shoved in, deeper. She was nice and tight. 

"ZOOOOHHH!!!" the blonde's eyes bugged in the mirror. Reggie held her by the hips. He eased his soul sausage out a little, then plowed in again, to the hilt, with a hard slam. The woman looked up in the mirror with her mouth open, and her eyebrows raised on her mousey little face. Reginald worked his hips round and around, wiggling the big worm deep inside the Euro's velvet pussy. 

The blonde, blue eyed Aryan specimen could have been a Nazi poster child. 

Her skin was creamy white, pure as new fallen snow, and his was black as a moonless night sky, dirty as old underwear. The color clash was vivid, and erotic. If he was Old Nigga Jim, from "Huckleberry Finn," she was Frau Maria Von Trapp, from "The Sound of Music." It was an odd double billing. His oily black harpoon speared her fresh caught pink tuna. A big bowl of spicy black southern soul food was being served at the European's Masquerade Ball. Cinderella was fuckin' the Ace of Spades. 

"OH YES! Zarder! Fuck me ZARDER! Fuck my zittle puzzy." 

"ICE PRINCESS!" Jefferey Pauls thought again, as the lawyer returned to her work. "Oh well, Jamaica be here fo ya know it!" he thought. "But ----what am I gonna do with THIS!" Jefferey's self manipulated hard on hadn't gone down one iota. He covered himself with the blanket in his lap. He thought about having a wank on the plane. He had to grin. "That might prove exacerbating, innocuous, and conspicuous," he thought. 

"May I take the blanket, sir," a stewardess asked as she walked by, "We'll be landing shortly." She gave a pointed look to his lap. 

"No, NO! I'm, uh--- QUITE cold," Jefferey said, and shifted in his seat. She walked away with a smirk on her face. The attorney snickered. A few more minutes of silence passed. 

Jefferey was staring across the cabin, when he felt it. A spider, creeping across his thigh. He stiffened. He felt the tingling little tinglers roam across his groin and come to rest on his stiff you-know- what. The little light strokers gently caressed up and down his frustrated appendage, with a maddeningly soft and gentle touch. 

Pauls glanced over to the attorney on his right. She still had her eyes focused on her papers. The pen still made notes here and there, but now there was a small impish grin on her face, and her left arm was hidden under his blanket. 

"Shut that FUCKIN' ALARM off." The pilot said, huffing and puffing, with a face full of sweat as he bounced the big woman on his lap. 

"Turbulence, Captain," Wang said. The airplane bounced up and down on the strong air currents. The bouncing of the plane lent itself perfectly to the fucking Gizzelle and the horny pilot were engaged in. Gizzy bucked up and down with the wind currents. 

The scratchy microphone came on again, in the cabin of the aircraft. 

"UH, Ladies and gentlemen, HUFF HUFF HUFF, once again, this is your CAPTAIN speaking." It sounded like the pilot was doing an aerobics workout in the cockpit of the aircraft. "It appears we have hit some, uh, HUFF HUFF HUFF, air turbulence, HUFF HUFF HUFF, so uh, ya'll be careful back there, ya hear?" The mic abruptly clicked off. 

The tiny lavatory rocked with the air turbulence, and a peculiar banging sound came from within. Reggie plowed the bent over blonde stewardess at a furious pace. He pounded into her ass cheeks over and over again, hard now, like a bulldozer to a pile of granite rock. He was PPS – Pure Power Stroking-- the Fraulein's delightful pussy. The nice round curves of her euro ass cushioned his blows. 

There was a knock. "Excuse me. Will you be much longer?" Came a woman's voice, from just outside the lavatory door.

"JUST a MINUTE!" A big black voice was heard. 

"Ooooh, YES, zooh GOOD," the stewardess pursed her little lips together, closed her eyes, and wiggled her hips against the giant plowing negro. "I zhink I LIKE African DICK!" she groaned. She grabbed her breasts, and began kneading the hard little nipples. 

"I'm American, but what the fuck," Reginald said, agreeably. He spread her butt wide and looked down at her cute delicate asshole. His swollen chocolate disappeared up the blonde's honeyed cunt, over and over. The black gold began to heat in his heavy boiler makers. The wind currents rocked the tiny lavatory. 

"Close Z' enough," the Euro moaned and came hard, squealing and bucking wildly on the Afro-cock, and begging to be fucked "zarder!" And Reggie obliged the little lady. ZARDER and ZARDER her rammed his plow blade into her pink pussy delta. He felt that ol' familiar feeling, a'risin' in his black balls. 

"AHEM," In seat 22b, Jefferey cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. He looked at the lady, still working in the seat next to his. The working attorney never looked Jefferey Pauls in his eyes. Instead, she scribbled something on the back of a business card, and placed it on top of the taut blanket in his lap. 

Another knock came at the lavatory door. "Sir? Is everything OK in there?" The woman's concerned voice came again. There was quite a ruckus coming from the tiny airplane lavatory. 

"I ALREADY DONE TOLD YA, another minute! Now GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" The deep, no nonsense, voice yelled back through the door. 

"Zarder! ZARDER!" The stewardess had a finger twirling over her tiny clit as the big man rutted away. "YES! YES! YES!" She squealed, and came again, wiggling uncontrollably. Poor Reggie couldn't take it anymore. His big ol' balls exploded, and pumped their mighty load, down the long, thick 10 inch penis, and deep into the blonde's honey womb. 

"OOOHHH, YEEEAH," Reginald huffed with satisfaction. He shook like a washing machine. His dick twitched with delight as her velvet sugar cunt pleasured his shaft. He plowed with a high rate of velocity, agitation, and depth, in and out of the cumming little lady, until every drop of his black baby makin' load had been emptied from his aching nut sack, and slathered along the walls of her zittle puzzy. 

The plane approached its destination. The pilot radioed control. 

"UH, air traffic control, this is Cox Air 6-2-6 and uh, we do request permission to land, on this uh, beautiful day!"

"Roger that, Cox Air 6-2-6 you are clear for landing on runway 4-20."

"Roger that, runway 4-20, Irie. Over and OUT!" the pilot pressed his face into Gizzy's big tits and rutted her like a madman. "Take us IN, Wang Shoo." 

"Aye, aye, Captain!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been cleared for landing, please take your seats, and, HUFF HUFF HUFF, aw, hell, you know what to do!"

Reggie and the blonde Euro spilled out of the door, to find an overweight woman anxiously waiting her turn for the restroom, and staring right at them. The woman's jaw hit the floor as she watched TWO people exit the tiny lavatory. The blonde straightened the airlines cap on her head. 

"ExCUSE ME!" Reginald politely said, as he went around the fat woman. 

"Go back to your Zeat now, Ma'am," the stewardess said, as if it was nothing unusual, "Ze are fixing to land. Z' restroom is closed." 

The plane made a sweeping turn, its right wing lifted high into the air and the plane tilted leftward. 

Jenny looked through her window, down at the emerald island nation below. The mountain jutted from a deep blue sea, and climbed high into the sky. A dense forest of tropical green foliage covered the isle, from the mountain tops, to the white sand beaches and rugged cliffs that outlined her coast. The water lapped at her shores, in beautiful, inviting shades of lime green and aqua blue. 

Jamaica. Land born of slaves and sugar cane, and spiced rum, and pirate ships. Hurricanes, and breezy trade winds. African rhythms and West Indie spice. Braised with decades of gentile English breeding, and peppered with the jerk seasoning of Rastafari, reggae, spliff, sand, sea, and sun. Would the tourists that flock to her beaches remember the slave master's whip? Or the squalid conditions of the Tamarind farm? The scarred backs of chained men and women, of nameless numbers, who lived, died, bled, and carved and shaped her distant past? Jamaica. Pampered and bathed by a gentle wind and a blue sea. Gentle, until the monstrous storms of late summer churn up from Africa, and unleash their murderous rage, as if to exact a just payment, for a paradise, enjoyed the rest of the year, or a dark past, ill remembered. Jamaica. The isle would give and take, as it had for generations. But such is history. She heard a voice, from the seat behind hers. 

"Jamaica, say you will," the voice whispered. 

Jefferey Pauls studied the business card. Her name was Chelsea Whittington, and she was an attorney for Fish, Franklin, and Abercromby, in New York City. "AHH, very impressive!" Jefferey thought. He turned the card over, to the hand written message; 

Tonight – Palms Hotel – Room 224 – 10pm – 212-7854 – Call Me!

"Palms Hotel?" Pauls thought, "that's right down the beach from where we're stayin! DAMN, I'm good!" Jefferey thought with a smile, and tucked the business card into his shirt pocket. He repacked his snake into his carry on. 

The aircraft made its approach. The landing gear came down, and the big hydraulic wings spread open. The craft descended lower and lower, in search of Terra firma.

"AH YEAH, GIZZELLE," the pilot huffed and puffed, "almost there!" He bounced her on his panting rod. 

"BUT CAPTAIN, UGH, UGH, shouldn't I, UGH, UGH, be in my UGH, UGH, seat with my, OH, OH, SEAT BELT FASTENED?" Gizzelle questioned, and grunted.

"NOT THIS TIME, GIZZY!" The pilot and Gizzelle wiggled together, coupled in the most intimate way. "Wang's got it!" She looked at the Asian. He had an uncertain look on his young face, and his eyes darted from one gauge to the next. 

"UH, UH, UH," The pilot grunted, and wormed his control stick deep up her cherried pussy. Sweat poured down his black face and his teeth were clinched. 

Gizzelle bounced and squirmed, and looked back over her shoulder, through the cockpit window. She could see the the runway in the distance. The buildings and streets were bigger now, the trees greener. She could see people playing on the beach. A sailboat in the blue. The plane came in low over the water. 

"Oh, Captain!" She was frightened and excited at the same time. Gizzelle felt another big cum brewing in her air borne pussy. The demanding cock filled her belly over and over. She opened wide to receive him, her clitoris throbbed.

"NO WORRIES, GIZZY!!" the pilot groaned and rutted fiercely. He grabbed her big ass, and worked it to and fro. "I got ya!" She looked back, one more time. The runway loomed large. The tree tops looked so close, she was sure they would hit them. The plane rocked side to side. 

"OH,CAPTAIN!!" she screamed, on the edge of her big cum, "YES!"

"OH,YEAH, Gizzy," the pilot felt the cum churning in his balls, "FLIGHT CONTROL has given me THE COMPLETE GO AHEAD to CREAM YO SWEET PUSSY!" 

There was a noise and a hard BOUNCE as the wheels of the jet plane collided with the hard runway. She exploded with pleasure.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" the pilot came hard and deep, and at last, his big balls erupted. The couple squirmed against one another, cumming together. She wrapped her velvet wings around his thrusting, throbbing flight stick, and the couple soared to pleasureful heights, as they fell back to mother earth. 

"YES!!" Gizzelle squealed, and threw her head back. The plane bounced again as it settled to the ground, and streaked down the runway. The pilot's black balls drained to completion, as the powerful engines slowed the craft. 

The White Women's BBC Clinic had arrived on Jamaican soil. 

The Captain and Gizzelle panted and groaned, as the aircraft slowed, turned, and taxied up the runway. The pilot kept her safety perched on his throbbing black love bone, until the aircraft came to a COMPLETE STOP at the terminal gate, as per Airline rules and regulations.