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Big Bad Brutus
(An E&I Band Of Brothas Story)
copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com
Denise spit the sperm into the napkin wrinkling her nose in distaste.
"I'll be right back," said Nathan zipping up his pants and getting out
of the car. Denise rolled her window down and lit a cigarette as she
watched her boyfriend walk towards the bathroom looking so handsome in
his tuxedo. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the large black man
suddenly rise up in front of Nathan.
Nathan was a large teen, but the black man was at least half a foot
taller, a lot wider, and it appeared to be all muscle. White teeth shown
in the darkness as the black grinned when Nathan jumped in fear, but the
man wasn't a mugger, he was carrying a motorcycle helmet and obviously
owned the bike parked next to their car. Fear turned to embarrassment as
she realized the black guy must have watched her head bobbing in her
boyfriend's lap. Damn Nathan for talking her into giving him her first
blow job on the night of her prom.
As he got closer, Denise could see he was wearing riding leathers and a
black tee shirt. His dark clothes had made him near invisible as he sat
on the bench. Maybe, he had been napping, it was close to 2:00 am? His
tee shirt was tight and she could see the ridges of a very well defined
chest. She didn't want to stare and looked down as she heard his boots
echoing through the rest stop.
He stopped beside his motorcycle, right beside her window and she felt
eyes on her chest. Her prom dress was very low cut to show off her
awesome cleavage. At eighteen, her breasts already hit DD and she still
had the trim, lithe body of a teenager. They had started growing rapidly
at thirteen and Denise saw them as more of a curse then a gift. She was
very athletic and her breasts interfered with excercising and sports,
her back hurt sometimes, and worst of all men ogled them all the time.
Not just teens either, her male teachers, the bus driver, old men on the
street, even Nathan's father's eyes bulged out of his head when he saw
her tonight in her dress.
"Got a light?" said a deep voice beside her.
"Ah...sure" Denise snuffed out her cigarette and fumbled with her
lighter. The black man stooped down, an unlit cigar in his mouth. He
wasn't ugly, but he had the traditional African features that she didn't
find attractive, a broad, flat nose, big lips, and dark black skin, in
fact he was the darkest black man she'd ever seen. The fire from the
lighter reflected in his eyes making them glow demonicaly as she lit his
cigar. He stood back up. His face may not be attractive, but his body
was incredible, she thought, as she watched his torso pass her window.
She found herself staring at a strange penis shaped lump under his
leathers, but one far too large to be real.
"You should try puffing on something bigger and dark," said the man.
"Excuse me?"
"Those skinny white cigarettes barely have enough nicotine to satisfy
you. Wanna try a big one for a change?"
"No thanks," said Denise as the man held his cigar down to her, then
withdrew it. She wished Nathan would hurry up, but he always spent along
time in the bathroom after cumming, plus he was probably freshening up
before they headed for the motel room he had gotten them for the night.
She stared at the bathroom, hoping her boyfriend would appear.
"Are you sure you don't want to try a big dark one?"
"Yes, I'm sure!" Denise turned to tell the black man to leave her alone,
when something poked her in the face. At first she thought it was a huge
novelty cigar. The end wasn't lit, it was wet and sticky. It left a
trail of fluid down her cheek. Denise jerked her head back gasping in
horror. It wasn't a cigar, it was a giant monster penis, more then a
foot long and thicker then a banana. The head was bigger then a golf
ball with an incredibly large pee-slit. She looked cross-eyed down the
underside of his shaft. He had only pulled his dick out, but two
obscenely huge bulges under his leathers indicated he had balls sized to
match his dick. "Oh my god."
"That's what a real man's cock looks like, not that little worm you were
sucking on earlier. Take a whiff of prime black cock meat. That's what a
man smells like slut. Now I'm gonna ask you again, you sure you don't
want to try a big dark one?"
Denise's eyes were closed as she smelled his cock. The smell had filled
the entire cabin of the car and she inhaled sharply. Denise opened her
eyes and stared at the evil head, the pee-slit was partially open as
precum flowed out of it. Her tongue came out to taste him.
Nathan came out of the bathroom a short time later, still wearing a dumb
grin across his face from getting his first blow job. Denise was pretty
keen on the fucking, but not so hot for the sucking part of sex. The
grin left his face when he saw that his passenger seat was empty.
**********************
Denise's prom dress billowed as they sped down the highway. What the
hell was she doing? Both arms were wrapped tightly around the black
man's waist. She slid one hand down and felt his cock again. He'd never
put it away and it had remained a rock hard shaft sticking out above the
motorcycle seat.
The black man turned the bike into the next rest stop. It was
approaching 3:00 am and the rest area was deserted except for some
truckers parked in the back parking lot. The black man parked and helped
her off the bike. "I'm sorry sir, I don't know what came over me back
there. I need you to take me back to my boyfriend."
"First, you gotta do for me what you did for him," said the black man
pulling her over to a bench."
"I can't do th..." Denise found herself on her knees with the black
man's cock under her nose again. "How big is this thing?" she asked
still awed by it. Her hand came up gently caressing the shaft with her
finger tips.
"Fourteen and a half inches. It's big even for a black man."
"It's a lot bigger then...then...my boyfriend's." Denise couldn't
remember her boyfriend's name, couldn't think of much of anything, but
the monster cock bobbing before her face.
"I'm your boyfriend now."
Denise stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it across the tip of the
cock, not even caring that she was tasting this stranger's precum. She
twirled her tongue around the entire head like she was polishing a small
apple. The man spread his legs as she licked deeper, down his shaft,
even bending so she could lick his balls.
The eighteen year old girl had given her first blow job just an hour
before to her boyfriend, but she was now showing this stranger's cock
more enthusiasm. She hadn't even enjoyed sucking her first prick, but
with the black man she was having trouble holding back. Denise wanted to
attack his cock, cramming the entire monster down her throat until he
filled her belly with sperm. Anything to make her new boyfriend happy.
Denise quit tongueing it and moved back up to the head. She relaxed her
jaw and opened wide taking the head in her mouth. The additional girth
of the black's cock had her choking with little more then the head in
her mouth. This was so different from sucking of her ex-boyfriend, that
her last blowjob shouldn't count. This was her first real blowjob!
Was it possible to love an appendage? She loved this giant black cock.
Denise redoubled her efforts. She relaxed her throat as well as she
could, feeling the cock-head push past her tonsils choking her. She was
too inexperienced at this. Denise wished the black man would train her
how to please him, so that next time, she could swallow more. She
settled for bobbing her head over the head while stroking it with both
hands. Her arms grew tired and her neck ached. The black cock was
outlasting her
strength. Nathan had never lasted more then five minutes during sex and
he had cum in less then three when she had sucked him off earlier. The
black monster was only now starting to swell and it had been more then
twenty minutes. It was closer to thirty when he came.
The head was in her mouth when it blew. It completely caught Denise off
guard causing her cheeks to bulge out with hot sperm. It was too late to
stop her downward thrust and his next wad shot down her throat into her
belly. His cock bucked as she brought her head up again. The long, dark
shaft flew up out of her mouth a wave of sperm smacking her face with
strands flying into her hair. She pulled the shaft back down to her
mouth, his next wad still enough to fill it. She swallowed again, this
time gulping it down as fast as she could. The powerful jet of sperm
eventually slackened into managable loads. Denise swallowed every drop.
"Go clean up," said the black man squeezing his giant hand up his dick's
shaft to squeeze out the last bit of his semen onto her outstretched
tongue. "Remove your underwear before you come back."
Denise walked to the restroom in a daze. Her face was a gooey mess as
she looked at the unbelievable amount of sperm dripping down it. She
washed it off as best she could. Denise barely recognized herself in the
reflection. Her cheeks were puffy from sucking off the black man and her
eyes were red from exhaustion. It was getting late. What was Nathan
doing now? Had he called her parents to tell them she was kidnapped?
Denise left the bathroom, the black man was still sitting on the bench.
She bent over and pulled her panties down before he saw her. Why was she
obeying him? The smart thing would be to turn around and walk away from
him, her parents could come get her. Instead, she walked over to him.
"What's your name?" she asked. He was stroking his cock, staring at it
with as much admiration as she had shown. It was as hard now as it had
been before he ejaculated fifteen minutes ago.
"Brutus."
"I'm Denise."
Brutus shrugged like he didn't care what her name was. "Did you remove
your underwear?"
"Yes."
"Come mount me then."
"Your too big, it'll never fit."
"If you want to be my slut, you'll quit back talking me. Now come ride
this cock or I'll find someone else's pussy to shove it in."
The young blonde suddenly knew she didn't want him looking for pussy
somewhere else when she had one to give him and judging by the dampness
between her legs, it was willing, ready, and able, even if Brutus' cock
was more then twice as big as Nathan's. Denise walked around before him,
lifting her prom dress.
Brutus' eyes shined when she lifted the hem of her dress up above her
pussy. She was a natural blonde and hadn't yet trimmed it for bikini
weather. Denise walked over and straddled his legs. Brutus pushed his
shaft down, so that the head was pointed at her pussy lips. Denise held
her labia open for him and squatted.
"Oooo," she squealed as the big head forced it's way inside her. Her
labia stretched wider and wider until closing around the head just when
she thought it would rip her in two. She slowly started raising and
lowering herself over the first four inches or so. It was getting easier
to take, whether from his copious amount of precum or the equal amount
of lubrication her pussy was producing she didn't know.
Denise decided she loved this cock when it hit the halfway point. Her
pussy was so stretched out, every nerve ending felt alive where it
rubbed the black man's huge shaft. She managed eight inches when it
seemed to buttom out. "Ow, ooo, can't take any more."
Brutus' big hands cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her up. Denise was
thankful as her leg were growing weak. She wrapped her legs around his
waist as he lifted her up and down his shaft. Denise's eyes grew wide
and her nails clawed into his back as she had a strong orgasm, the best
in her short life.
The black man started walking, keeping his cock buried in her pussy. She
lifted up a bit, then she realized he was sitting again. They were on
his motorcycle and he was using the shocks to bounce up and down,
slamming his cock in her pussy. He started kissing her while his hand
pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress. Brutus pulled the top
down exposing her huge breasts. Soon, he had unhooked her bra and tossed
it asside. Denise came again when he took one of her nipples in his
mouth.
Denise recovered from the second orgasm feeling her pussy vibrate.
Brutus was also ripping open the back of her $200 dress. He had started
the motorcycle and with a kick forward, the bike started moving. "What
are you doing?" she asked scared.
Denise thought they were just going to ride slowly around the parking
lot, but the black biker had other ideas. He performed a small wheely
and Denise screamed as gravity forced her down hard onto his cock
forcing close to a foot inside her pussy.
A warm night breeze was striking her exposed back with growing intensity
as the black man turned onto the interstate. The wind was catching her
dress making it billow up. "Can't see," growled the black man ripping at
her dress. Denise's eyes were scrunched up in pain. She opened them in
time to see her dress flying behind them, falling down to the highway.
She was completely naked with a foot of black cock buried in her pussy,
riding on a motorcycle down I-95.
Denise felt the pain fading as her pussy stretched itself out to
accommodate the large invader. As the pain turned to pleasure, she began
moaning as the motorcycle's vibrations started sending waves of pleasure
up into her brain. Orgasms started coming, one after another until it
felt like one continuous orgasm.
Denise didn't know how long she remained like that, probably close to
fifty miles. The next rest area had two cop cars parked side by side
talking under a light where she could see them clearly so Brutus avoided
it. A trucker honked his horn as they sped past him. Brutus pulled into
the next rest area and stopped near the rest rooms. "Can't take it
anymore," he growled.
Denise was inclined to agree, she didn't think she had any more orgasms
let in her, but she was wrong. Brutus was looking frantic as he lifted
her off the bike. She could sense his need to cum. He looked around for
a place to fuck her, finally just laying her down in the damp grass.
******************
Denise huddled behind the motorcycle wandering what was taking the black
man so long. They had taken an exit to this small town around dawn. It
was a miracle no one had seen them. Brutus was waiting for a store to
open and he passed the time by making her suck his dick again. "What
took you so long?" she asked when he finally appeared.
"Stopped to eat."
She was about to ask where her breakfast was, though she had gotten her
fair share of protein from all the sperm she had swallowed. She also
noticed he wasn't carrying any bags except a small one like the kind
people used to cover beer cans. "Where's my clothes?"
Brutus tossed her the bag which contained a tiny bikini. "It's too small
for me."
Your too big, it's too small. Stop complaining, that's all your
getting."
This man could not be manipulated or coerced into anything. Denise's
looks (and tits) had gotten her pretty much anything she wanted up until
now. She looked at the bikini, strings little bigger then dental floss,
cups barely enough to cover her nipples. The panties were similar, half
her bush would stick out and the back would disappear between her ass
cheeks, but it was better then squatting here nude. Plus, people were
starting to walk by on the street. The black man watched her admiringly
a she put the bikini on.
The rest of the day Denise got looks of admiration, lust, and disgust
from everyone that saw her. She spent most of the day riding behind
Brutus on the bike, thankful for the warm weather.
The initial pain of having a foot long black dong in her pussy was
nothing compared to what eight inches of cock felt like in her ass. They
had stopped for the night in a cheap motel and Denise had quickly found
herself naked and lying on her stomach with her ass thrust up. Brutus
had covered his cock with k-y to make it easy on her, but it still hurt
more then anything. She was also embarrassed that he had left the lights
on and no man had ever seen the view he was getting. Brutus pushed until
he decided she couldn't take any more and then he started fucking her
ass. After ten minutes, Denise decided she liked it.
Denise forced herself off the bed while Brutus was in the shower. Sperm
squished between her butt cheeks and ran down her back as she stood.
Denise gasped in horror when she noticed the windows were open. A shadow
moved outside as she went to close them. Someone had watched her anal
deflowering!
"Go clean up, then get some sleep," said Brutus walking out of the
bathroom, his long banana cock swinging between his legs. "We're getting
up early."
"Exactly where are we going?"
*****************
The policeman chuckled as the APB came over the radio. Be on the lookout
for a missing eighteen year old blonde woman in a prom dress. She was
believed to have been kidnapped by a black man on a motorcycle. The cop
listened to the description. "Good luck finding her in this crowd," he
mumbled as a dozen black men on motorcycles rode past him.
Here came a black guy with a blonde fitting her description now.
However, the girl wasn't wearing a prom dress, she was wearing a bikini
so small, the cop could have pulled them over, but minor violations of
public indecency laws were overlooked during black biker week in Myrtle
Beach.
****************
"Brutu... Sorry bro, you look just like somebody I know," the older
black man sat down at his table near the bar. The bar was filled with
black men and women, many of the women in bikini tops, the men
shirtless. It was mostly younger crowd, but there were a few older men
as well as the occassional white woman with a black man.
"The man you know, push you asside when the Columbian rebel started
unloading his AK-47?"
"Yeah, how'd you....shit, are you Brutus' son?"
"No Wayne, I am Brutus."
"Bull shit, your twenty years younger then he is."
"Remember that whore in the Philipines who could lift up a stack of
quarters with her pussy and set them down in a stack flipped over?"
"Yeah, but anyone could have seen that show."
"Remember telling me how you joined the army to send money to your sick
mother after your white landlord threw her out on the street, how whites
kept getting promoted over you, how that redneck nearly raped your
sister and the judge let him go..."
"Stop, that's enough."
"and how you hated white society ever since? How'd you like some
payback?"
"HEY, buddy, she says she's with you," yelled a voice behind Brutus. The
black bartender was holding Denise's arm. Wayne and every other black
man nearby was ogling the scantily clad girl. "Look bro, I like the
outfit, but she's got to cover up her ass at least. Plus, she don't look
even close to being legal. Can't get me in trouble with the man. The
city's always looking for an excuse to shut me down."
"Right, we're out of here. Wayne, you got a room?"
"Yeah, a small one right across the street." They walked out of the bar.
"Damn, this hot white bitch really with you?"
"For now. She'll suck your dick for you, if you'd like."
"BRUTUS!" Denise was aghast. She was half in love with Brutus and here
he was offering her up to an old black man and a fat one at that.
"No back talking, you suck and fuck whoever I tell you."
Denise stopped walking, her lower lip quivering. "Yes, sir," she said
before lowering her eyes.
"Damn," said Wayne. "Lucky sonofabitch. Here's my room, not much." Wayne
sat on the bed. "First, show me your chest." Brutus smirked and started
pulling off his tee shirt revealing his smooth, bare, muscle covered
chest. "If your who you says you is, where's that shrapnel wound you
gots in Beruit?"
"Gone."
"Where's your Ranger tattoo?"
"Gone too."
"How, plastic surgery? Is that how come you look so young?"
"There something else I want to show you, but first, I promised you a
blow job. Denise remove your bikini and suck off my friend here."
The young girl dutifully untied her string bikini letting it fall to the
floor. She walked over to the bed and fell to her knees. Wayne was
looking down at her with uncontrollable lust in his eyes. Denise undid
his pants and pulled his zipper down. His cock was already hard and
pushing out his underwear. If you could call it a cock, the thing wasn't
even seven inches long.
"You look disappointed?" asked Wayne confused.
Denise sighed. "I thought it would be bigger. This one will be easy."
She immediately deep throated Wayne's entire penis.
"Gawd damn, I ain't had mah dick sucked in ten years." The girl was
bobbing and slurping her head furiously over his penis. It only took
minutes for him to blow his load. "Thanks honey," said the older man,
panting. The girl was still sucking upwards as if trying to get more cum
out of his balls.
"Now come do me," said Brutus.
Wayne watched while the girl eagerly crawled over to the muscular giant.
The older man's eyes opened wide in disbelief as the girl pulled out an
impossibly huge cock. His eyes kept growing as more cock appeared until
they were practically bulging out of his head when the entire fourteen
plus inches jutted out. "No fucking way," he said.
For the next twentyfive minutes, Wayne watched the girl lovingly try to
cram as much of the monster down her throat as she possibly could. The
older man stared spell bound at the girl bobbing her head. His own penis
started shrinking. He'd never felt inferior in his life, but Brutus's
cock made his own look like a little boy's. No wonder she was
disappointed with his little penis.Wayne started picturing himself in
the girl's place and they were the scariest thoughts of his life. When
Brutus came, his load was such that the girl practically choked on
sperm.
Brutus reached in his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. "Go
find something to keep yourself busy," he said handing it to the girl.
Wayne watched the girl leave. When he looked back at Brutus, the giant
black man still had his pants around his ankles. He tugged on his cock a
couple times, amazingly it turned hard again and his previous load
hadn't even dried yet. Brutus stood and walked over towards Wayne, his
giant dick leading the way.
"Get that thing away from me," said Wayne cringing as Brutus brought the
tip of his cock up under Wayne's nose.
"I work for a very powerful man bro, one who is changing the world. He
needs trained men who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. No murder
or anything like that, but we may have to break the law. I want you on
my team."
Wayne was sweating profusely, trying not to stare at the huge cock
hovering before his eyes, a cock he was craving to suck. "I got nothing
to lose, but I'm too old and fat for that kind of shit."
Brutus pushed forward until his cock brushed Wayne's lips and Wayne
found himself kissing a man's penis. He was about to do more when Brutus
pulled back and pulled his pants up. The huge man was staring down at
Wayne with a look of contempt on his face. "Open the window and get some
air, then I'll tell you how I'm gonna make a real man out of you."
******************
"So it wasn't my fault," said Wayne packing his bag.
"Like I said it was the pheromones. You norms find them hard to resist.
Once your enhanced, the effect won't be as strong. You'll give them off
when your cock grows up."
"How big am I gonna be?"
"I'd guess between twelve and thirteen."
"Damn bro, I can't wait."
"Your orgasm will feel ten times as good, your balls will grow, produce
a lot more sperm, and increase your stamina. You'll look thirtyfive
again, lose your extra weight, and essentially be immortal."
"A-fucking-mazing. If I hadn't kissed yo dick, I wouldn't of believed
it."
"Thats why I did it. Lets get going."
"Whose the third member of our team?" asked Wayne as they left."
"Names Manta Ray, navy wimp, but he's our electronics expert. He's got a
decked out van bro, computers, bugs, listening devices, you name it.
He's got a slut in Maryland he uses as a rest stop. We'll meet him there
and he'll bring a shot for you. In a month you'll be one of us." Brutus
started readying his motorcycle while Wayne went to retrieve his.
"HEY! Where we going?" yelled Denise running up.
Brutus watched her big breasts bouncing under her bikini and wished he
could fuck her one last time. "I'm taking off babe, keep the money I
gave you and go home."
"But I spent it already," she cried devastated.
Wayne rode up on his Harley as they spoke. "How'd you blow a hundred
bucks that quick?"
Brutus started his bike.
"It was a surprise." Denise turned around. Her back was still red and
irritated from her new tattoo. The erect black phallus filled the small
of her back just above her ass.
"Nice. Why don't you go show some of the brothers in that bar over there
your new tattoo. If you don't find a cock to satisfy you, make your way
to this address and they'll see you get all the big black cock you can
handle."
Denise was crying as she took the business card. "But I love you," she
said as Brutus and Wayne rode off with a roar of their engines. The
business card was for a place called E&I Modeling in New York. She stuck
it in her bikini. She was two states away from home with no money and
nothing to wear except a tiny bikini. She looked over at the bar filled
with sexy black men and their women. No telling what she'd have to do to
get a ride home. With a sigh, Denise started walking towards the bar.
*****************
"What's next?" asked Solomon from the head of the table.
"One of our members has petitioned for money to start his own
construction business. He's one of our enhanced ex-cons, former drug
problem, worked construction before getting busted. I think he can do
it."
"Make it so. He can train and employ other enhanced. Lots of
opportunities to nail housewives and show off their chests."
"Plus, it's quite a lucrative business sir. He may be able to pay off
his debt to us within five-ten years."
"Good, but I want 20% of the business then. Also insist that he hire a
white boy or some sexy bitch to deal with clients."
"I'll tell him." Reginald's phone rang as he spoke. "Jordan," he said
answering it. "Excellent, remember you answer to me. I'll inform you if
we need your services. Keep in contact." Reginald Jordan, E&I's chief of
legal affairs, hung up his phone. "That was Brutus, Mr King, he's picked
his team, our cleaners are ready when we need them." There had been
several close calls over the past six months and E&I had thought it
prudent to put together a rapid repsonse team to take care of any
problems that might come up in the future. One such close call had been
a nosy legal assistant named Brooke Eranovich investigating the cases of
impotence in Stony Harbor. Brooke now worked for Reginald after E&I had
blackmailed/blackmaled her.
"Good, let's hope we don't need them too often," said Solomon King.
"What's next on the agenda?"
Jordan took out the next file.
The End
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