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E&I Mall: Melons
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer


"Hallelujah!" shouted Darren standing up in the pew. There were some
chuckles around him. This wasn't like the church he grew up in.

"Thank you brother," said Pastor Getty smiling and continuing his
sermon.

Darren looked around him. He was not the only black man in the church.
The rear pews were predominately black. The church appeared segregrated
and it was, though class was more of a factor then race. The white
parishoners were all middle to upper class, while the blacks were poor.

After the "amens" were said, Darren stood up towering over the the
pastor's wife, Justine Getty. Her daughter, Deidra stood up on the other
side of her mom. Deidra had a sweet, innocent look to her, but was
gorgeous. She was wearing a conservative, ankle length dress. Darren
also noticed one of the black men stood out from the rest, tall and
bulging with muscles. They exchanged nods. The man was another enhanced,
but here for spiritual reasons while Darren had more carnal desires. 

"Wonderful sermon, Pastor," said Darren shaking the man's hand outside
the church.

"Thank you, son. You must be the new mall manager, Mr Brown?"

"Mr Brown is going to help me shut down that sexist restaurant, dear,"
said Mrs Getty. She was a stern, matronly looking woman. Darren doubted
if she ever smiled.

"Yes," said Darren. "I hope we can have a strategy meeting tomorrow to
discuss our plan of attack."

Mrs Getty looked crestfallen. "Oh no, sir. I thought I mentioned that
the Pastor and I were going away on a cruise for two weeks. This will be
our first vacation in years."

"That's too bad." Darren frowned looking thoughtful. "Hey, maybe your
daughter can help me?"

"Me?" asked Deidra looking shocked.

"I don't think she's old enough," said Justine.

"I agree," said the Pastor eyeing Darren. 
 
"Maybe, you're right," said Darren. "After all, you know your daughter
best. I just thought Mrs Getty might like her daughter to take up noble
causes and follow in her footsteps."

"Maybe he's right, honey," said Mrs Getty, a light shining in her eyes.
"It is time for Deidra to make her own choices and stand for something.
Deidra, I want you to assist Mr Brown."

"If you say so, mother."

"Excellent," said Darren. "Deidra, stop by my office as soon as you're
done school tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

"Well," said the Pastor. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm
famished. I'm sure you'll enjoy the church barebecue, Mr Brown. We're
serving fired chicken."

Darren just rolled his eyes, then smirked. They'd also just served up
their daughter.

****************

Darren entered the mall office and Lindsey sat up straight. "Good
morning, Mr Brown." 

She was beaming at him. Her eyes looked at him like he was a god in her
mind. Darren liked 
being stared at like that. "Lock the door and join me in my office." His
secretary actually shivered and leaped to do his bidding.

Darren was seated at his desk when she hurried into his office. "Lift up
your skirt and bend over my desk."

"Right away, sir," she replied. 

"Good," said Darren. "No panties, just like I ordered." Lindsey had
lifted her skirt, showing off her pussy. Darren even thought it looked
trimmed since he'd first fucked her yesterday. She bent over his desk,
pussy lips already glistening to the point drips were forming. 

Darren stood and took his cock out. He was known among the enhanced as a
megahung. Upon getting the Xserum, the general rule for penis growth was
an inch less then twice your size. Thus, an average six inch penis would
grow to eleven inches long. Darren's had been seven inches and unusually
thick. His cock was now thirteen inches long which was an inch short of
being classed as megahung, but the massive diameter of his cock put him
over the top. His cock was as big around as a 20oz soda bottle from head
to base and his orgasms could fill the same bottle. He was also
extremely fertile and obsessed with impregnating women.

Darren rubbed his cockhead up and down Lindsey's labia and then slowly
pushed it in. She took him more easily this time. She was still tight,
but then for him, they were always tight. Darren reached down and pulled
his desk drawer open. He took out an item and held it out to Lindsey.
"What do you think of this?"

Lindsey's eyes were lidded and she was sucking her lower lip into her
mouth, loving every inch of her boss's cock. She looked over at the
didlo in Darren's hand. "It's small and pathetic, Mr Brown." The dildo
was white and life like. It reminded her of her husband's penis.   
"It is pathetic isn't it." Darren took the dildo out of her sight,
placed the head against her asshole, and pushed. Lindsey tried to pull
away from it, but her body was racked by a powerful orgasm. Darren
pushed it in deeper.  

"Oh my god, boss. I'm so full," she moaned.

"Reach behind you and feel the dildo."

Lindsey pushed herself off the desk and reached back for the dildo. It
was buried in her ass. Her finger brushed a bristly substance on the
base. "Velcro?"

"Correct. I have a new pair of panties for you, with matching velcro to
hold the dildo in your ass."

"What for?"

"Because I plan to fuck it."

"Ha." Lindsey laughed nervously not quite sure he was joking. "That
thing will rip me in two." 

"Preciously why we're starting off small. We'll increase the dildo in
increments over the next week or so."

"Jesus! You're serious? Well, when can I take it out?"

"Only when you go to the bathroom."

"What if my husband notices?"

"Tell him you're a black cock loving slut preparing her ass for a real
man's cock. I don't care what you tell him. He's irrelevant. What I need
from a secretary is one who can satisfy me. I thought you were that
secretary."

"I am Mr Brown. I will do whatever you tell me."

"Good, then it's settled." Darren started fucking her again, soon
filling her pussy with his large load of potent semen. He closed his
eyes hoping his boys were doing their best, but his sixth sense told him
today wasn't the day. 

********************

"Mr Brown, Deidra Getty is here to see you," said Lindsey into the
speaker phone.

Deidra eyed the pretty secretary. The woman was squirming in her seat,
sitting a little funny. The giant black man then emerged from his
office, capturing her attention. "Hello, sir."

"Diedra, thank you for coming." Darren's cock grew an inch just at the
sight of the eighteen year old in her prep school uniform. He walked
over to the xcite-laced watercooler. "Here, have a drink. I'm sure
you're thirsty after a long day at school." She took the cup and
swallowed. "Are you ready to take on bringing down an immoral business?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then follow me."

Deidra fell in severl steps behind Darren. She had to walk faster to
keep up with his long strides. "May I ask where we are going, sir?"

"Certainly, we are going to lunch."

"Here! I can't go here!" she exclaimed as Darren strolled right into
Melons and asked for a table for two.

The hostess was a pretty young woman in her twenties. She seated them at
a booth. "Aren't you the girl always standing around outside the store
protesting us?" asked the hostess.

"Yes," said Deidra, nervously.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you and your mother minded your own
business. I make good money here, enough to support me and my son. I
hope you two busybodies find another way to occupy your time."     

Deidra blushed with shame as the hostess left. "I didn't think she would
of had a child."

"Most of the women here are probably single mothers," said Darren. "I'm
sure every day is a struggle for them, but they'll find other jobs.
Hopefully, the children won't be sick or anything."

"Oh," said Deidra feeling a little bad.

"Have a look around while we eat and I'll tell you the plan later." The
food arrived and the two talked a bit between mouhfuls. "So Deidra, do
you have boyfriend?" 

Deidra nodded, smiling. "Actually, we're engaged. We haven't set a date,
but I hope it's soon. Mother won't let me see him unsupervised."

"Is he your first boyfriend?"

"Yes, I wasn't allowed to date until I was sixteen. I had a lot of
offers, but most didn't stick around after finding out my mother or
father would be joining us.
 
"That's too bad." Darren was wide eyed in amazement. This ripe young
eighteen year old had to be a virgin.

"Ow," Deidra stood up, her belly bulging out over her skirt. "Your brat
just kicked. Sometimes I swear he's got three legs." Darren 
shook his head to clear it of his obsession. Deidra was standing, but
her belly was covered, thin and flat. "Excuse me sir, I'm going to use
the restroom."

"Ok, I'll get the bill." Darren stood, grimacing as his cock was hard
and running down one pant leg. A waitress noticed, staring in shock at
his trousers. He pictured her pregnant, then the others. Five Melons
waitresses and the hostess were serving tables with huge, swollen
bellys. Darren figured he'd fathered dozens of children, but now that he
was settling down in one place, he figured his obsession would come back
to haunt him.

Darren went up to the counter to pay the bill and came back with a
package. Deidra followed him dutifully back to his office. "What's this
for?" she asked in shock when she saw what was in his bag.

"For you to wear. Your going undercover. But first we're going to check
to see if the uniforms violate any indecency laws. Try it on." Darren
winked at her as he left the office.

"You aren't planning to fuck her are you?" asked Lindsey, still
squirming a little in her chair.

"Hopefully."

"But what about us?"

"There is no us. You're married. Lindsey, all you are to me is my
secretary. If you can take care of your duties and my needs, I'll keep
you around. If not, you will be replaced by someone who will. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now I wll expect full use of your body every day, usually more
then once and remember I want you to tone up a bit." Darren pulled out a
Black's Gym membership card and handed it to her. "Work out at least
thirty minutes a day. I like the extra weight now, but don't gain any
more."  

Lindsey was plump in that exciting, jiggling flesh sort of way. She
still looked good in a bikini, but several rolls appeared when seated in
a beach chair. Now her black boss whom she had known less then 48 hours
was telling her not to get any fatter and she was nodding her head,
scared to death she might not get his cock any more. Not to mention the
fact she was sitting on a dildo.

"I'm ready, Mr Brown," called Deidra from inside the office.

****************

Deidra had removed her shoes and unrolled her long knee high socks
before letting her blue plaid school skirt drop around her feet. Her
underwear was retro 1920, resembling bloomers. The legs nearly as long
as her skirt.
Next, she undid her tie and blouse. Her bra was as bad as her skirt. It
was more of a sports bra. It was very tight in the front and actually
pulled her breasts apart. The result served to hide her overly large
chest and make her look a little wider under her arms.  

Deidra picked up the ugly green shorts and pulled at the elastic
material. She made a face at them before bending over to pull them on.
Afterwards, she noticed the shorts were so short, her panties stuck out
the legs. She rolled up her panties and shoved them under the material.
The young eighteen year old turned to look at her rear end in the
material. The elastic shorts hugged her ass cheeks like a second skin
stoping just under her cheeks where her legs began. 

The Melon's top was just as skimpy and just as tasteless. It was red
with black watermelon seeds covering it. The top was a button down the
front blouse, but to short to tuck in the shorts. It left a half inch or
so area of skin around her midriff bare. 

Mr Brown strolled into the office and looked her up and down. "Deidra,
you're gorgeous," he said.

"Th..thank you, sir," she said as a wave of pleasure filled her.

"But, the outfit isn't quite right." He walked in front of her. Darren
stared into her eyes as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled
up. "You have to tie it up." Darren tied the front so that her belly
button was showing. Deidra's legs were quaking each time, his hands
touched her bare skin. "What's this thing?"

"M.m.my bra, sir."

"Good lord, it's too tight and covers half your belly. Take it off."

"Here! What will I wear?"

"Nothing. I'll turn my back."

Deidra stared at Mr Brown as he stepped away from her and turned around.
She began unbuttoning the blouse. She pulled it open, very aware of Mr
Brown's masculine presence just feet from her. She removed the blouse
and pulled her bra off over her head. Deidra wanted to sigh with
pleasure as her breasts were freed. Her mother was aghast at the size of
Deidra's chest. Justine insisted, her daughter wear the offensive, tight
bra which spread her breasts apart. Deidra smiled with relief that her
big breasts were swinging freely. Deidra frowned, noticing her nipples
were rock hard. She touched one swollen nipple, surprised at their
sensitivity. They were also visible through the blouse when she pulled
it back on and tied the front up in a knot. "Ready, sir."
 
Darren turned around and saw Deidra's chest. It was hard to keep a
straight face or from ogling them immediately. This skinny, fit young
girl apparently had a D-cup. Justine had a large rack and he'd suspected
there was more to her daughter. "Right then, lets get some measurements.  

"Are you ok, Mr Brown? You're limping."

"Oh, it's just an old football injury," replied the black man. The head
of his cock was nearly brushing his knee. Darren took out a tape measure
from his desk, slamming the drawer before Deidra could see it was also
full of dildoes of increasing size. "This is our first line of attack.
I'll check my measurements versus state indecency laws. Just bare with
me." Darren kneeled in front of Deidra and put the tape measure against
her knee. He slid his hand up her thigh to hold it in place. His efforts
were rewarded by a gasp from Deidra. He could also see a wet spot
forming on her crotch. "These shorts are short. Turn around." The shorts
did almost come all the way up to the crease between the girl's ass and
her leg, but then Darren had purposefully bought one too small. Darren
felt bold staring at her two perfect globes. Instead of holding the tape
against her thigh, he grabbed her left cheek and used his thumb to hold
the tape in place. Deidra squirmed and jerked away from his hand. "Stand
still," he ordered using the oportunity to squeeze her cheek. "Alright,
that's done."

"Good, may I change now?"

"No Deidra, I'm only done the shorts and legs. I need to check the
rest." He turned to face the girl. He placed his hands on her bare
waist. "Ok, I need to find the bottom of your breasts." Darren quickly
moved a hand up under her shirt and grabbed her breast. "This a mole?"
he asked squeezing her nipple.    
 
"Aah ah oh no, it it's my nipple."

"Oh! I'm so sorry." Darren twirled it before letting it go. "It was so
low, I didn't know." Darren slid his hand under her breast and measured
the distance to the bottom of her shirt. Then he placed his large black
hand over her milky white belly to hold the tape wile he measured from
her shirt to the shorts. He adjusted his hand so that one finger pushed
into her shorts to hold the tape still. His finger was only an inch from
her bush. Deidra's eyes were shut and she was trembling. "Deidra, you
look flushed. Go get yourself another glass of water," he said. "Then
you can change." Darren crumbled up the paper with the measurements and
tossed it in the trash.

"I feel better," said Deidra coming out of his office in her school
uniform. 

"Hopefully, the measurements will turn up something and you won't have
to wear that outfit too much. Be here tomorrow, same time." Darren
watched her leave. "Lindsey, I need you to take some dictation."

"Right away, sir." Lindsey licked her lips in anticipation.

***************

"I don't need me another waitress."

The owner of Melons was a big guido, hairy chest, gold chains, slick
hair, the whole package. "Listen to me. I have a plan to get this girl's
old lady off your back. I don't want some uptight bitch running around
my mall having people sign petitions. Just give her a chance."

"If you say so, Mr Brown, but this chick better be worth my while."

"She is. You won't regret this." Darren stood and shook the greasy man's
hand. This place should be black-owned, thought Darren. Hell, the whole
damn chain should be run by blacks. He'd have to talk to Solomon about
it.  

Darren left Melon's glad he'd gotten Deidra a job since she would start
that night. He had another stop to make on his way back to the mall
office. "Welcome, to Hidden Closet," said the teenager at the door.

"Thank you, young lady. I need a bra and panties for a woman about your
build with roughly a D-cup."

"Right this way, sir."

Darren followed the girl and they passed a red-faced teen boy leaving
the store as well as an angy looking sales girl. The sales associate
helped him pick out a sexy looking lacy blue bra with matching panties.
He paid her and walked out the store. As he was leaving, the angry
looking girl said, "I bet he doesn't have trouble getting it up."

Darren grinned. The Xcite laced water coolers were doing their job. The
girl was horny and trying to get some from her boyfriend who was as limp
as a wet noodle. Pleased that all was going according to plan, he
returned to his office and found Deidra waiting for him. She was in her
prep school uniform again. "Ah, young Miss Getty, come I have a surprise
for you."

Once again, Deidra found herself following Mr Brown through the mall.
"Ladies," said Darren entering a salon store. "I'd like you to give my
young friend here the works."

"Of course, sir. One full makeover."

Deidra found herself pulled into a salon chair and they were washing her
hair almost before she had time to think about what was happening.
Darren figured he had more then an hour to kill so he returned to his
office.

****************

Darren spread Lindsey's cheeks and looked at the dildo wedged in her
ass. His cock was buried in her pussy which had grown quite
accomodating. The big black man sniffed the air, nostrils flaring. There
was something different about his secretary today. He put it out of his
mind and slowly removed the dildo.

Lindsey's ass looked stretched, but slowly started closing. Darren
reached for the next biggest one, but at the last minute went for a nine
inch didlo. This one was darker, nearly black. King Plastics, which
supplied the E&I business that made these sexual aids, made their
dildoes to match the E&I paradigm of reality. The smaller dildoes were
white, the large ones turned darker with everything over ten inches
being modeled after a black man.
Darren took the nine inch dildo and pushed the head into Lindsey's ass.
"Ow," she jumped from the extra thickness. Darren continued pushing.
"Um... ah, Mr Brown, I t-think this one might be too... ah, ow, big."

"Relax, I'll take it slow." Darren kept his promise. He slowly pushed it
in inch by inch until it passed the first dildo's depth and soon was
buried. Lindsey shuddered a few times, but eventually clenched her pussy
muscles to let him know she was ready.
 
Darren had planned a good slow fuck, but as he started moving his cock
around, he found himself losing control. He grabbed her hips and
squeezed as he began pounding his cock into her wet pussy. He fucked her
hard and without mercy. His powerful thrusts no doubt hurt her a little
as her stomach slammed into the edge of his desk. Lindsey didn't seem to
mind. She was shuddering from a series of powerful orgasms. 

Darren closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure growing in his
cock and balls. The pleasure an enhanced got from an orgasm was ten
times more pleasurable then a normal man and thus ten times more
addictive. He could easily cum seven to ten times a day with the seventh
orgasm being just as big as the first. 

There was a warm feeling in Darren's balls. The feeling grew hotter by
the minute. Lindsey's pussy was gripping his cock like a vice, squeezing
forward to suck the cum out of his balls. His nostrils flared as he
recognized the strange smell coming from her. She was ovulating! The
thought of planting a bun in her oven was too much for Darren and he
blew his load. His first wad alone would of filled a coke can. Lindsey's
orgasm was so large, her body almost bucked him off her, but he held on
keeping his pumping cock aimed at the entrance to her womb.

Darren had once watched a sex program that filmed a woman orgasming. The
contactions forced her fallopian tube to dip into the man's pool of
sperm increasing the odds of becoming impregnated. Well Lindsey's tube
wasn't dipping, it was soaking in it.

"I didn't think it could get any better," moaned Lindsey, sounding
exhausted. 

****************

Lindsey had barely made herself respectable when Deidra walked in the
door. "Wow, big difference!"

"I feel different," replied Deidra. "Like I'm not me anymore. Like I'm a
completely new person."

Darren had left his door open and when he heard Deidra, he came
strolling out. "My god, Miss Getty, you're gorgeous."

"T-thank you," she replied blushing. Lindsey's
hair was light brown and had been parted in the middle, straight down
her back. Think Cher, in the 1970's. Now it had been cut, styled and
curled, slightly longer then shoulder length. The salon had the sense to
realize Deidra's young skin was too perfect to cover up and had used
little makeup. Her lips were redder and her eyelashes a little darker,
but that was it.

"One last surprise, Deidra. Come into my office."

"What's this?" Deidra opened the bag and blushed as she pulled out the
skimpy underwear.

"You can't wear your dumpy old underwear under your uniform. You'll need
this for work. Get changed or you'll be late for your first night."

Deidra stripped off her clothes as soon as Darren left her alone in her
office. She stepped into the panties and fell in love with them
immediately. They were silky and smooth, covering just a little of her
rear end, low cut in the front. The bra was similar. It took her a
moment to figure out the hooks, but she got in on and stared in awe at
herself in the mirror. Unlike her old bra, this one held her breasts
firm and pushed them together creating cleavage that rivaled her
mothers. 

Deidra wasn't conceited, but she was a realist. If her mother had let
her wear a bikini like this underwear, her body was far hotter then any
of her friends and rivaled any model's figure. Dean, her fiance would
just die if he saw her in this. Deidra closed her eyes to picture Dean's
expression when she showed him her new lingerie. His jaw hung open and
his eyes were wide. He would reach out, his big black hands grabbing her
breasts and squeezing her nipples. Deidra jumped out of her daydream
ashamed that her beloved fiance had turned into Mr Brown again. She was
having trouble getting the black man out of her thoughts.

Deidra was still wondering why she should hide what she had as she put
the melon's uniform on. The snug green shorts were pulled up to her
waist. She buttoned the short blouse, remembering to tie the front up to
show her midriff. "I even make this tacky uniform look good," she said.
"I look hot." "You look like a trashy whore," echoed her mother's voice
in her head. "You're wrong mother." Deidra turned to leave the office
and felt rewarded when Mr Brown's eyes traveled up and down her body.

"Let's get you to work," said Darren.

*****************

Deidra didn't get to see Mr Brown again until the next day. She was so
busy she didn't notice him and another large black man with darker skin
sitting at a table eatting. It wasn't her section so she didn't get much
of a chance to speak with them. "Deidra," said Darren, "this is my
associate, Mr Black. We co-own the gym. How are things going?"

"Hectic. I trained yesterday. Today's my first time actually waiting.
I've made over thirty dollars so far."

"I meant, how are things going towards shutting this place down? Any
labor or health violations?"

"Not that I can see, though I've been too busy." One of her customers
waved to get her attention at that moment.

"I can see that. Why don't you meet me at the gym after work to give me
a statis report."

"Ok, sir. I'm off an hour or so before closing." The teenager went off
to to wait her tables.

Deidra was pretty exhausted by the time she got off and wandered into
the gym, but she had eighty dollars in her pocket and that was for about
only five hours work. She'd never had her own money before. Mother
always dolled it out sparingly asking for receipts for anything Deidra
bought.

Deidra asked around at the gym and was directed to the large olympic
sized pool. She entered the pool area, still in uniform. It was empty
except for Mr Black and Mr Brown racing each other. "Mr Brown," she
called.

"Ah, Deidra," said Darren swimming over to her. He stood up waist deep
and she was astonished by his musculature. "Do you have anything to
report?"

"Not a thing, except they work you like a slave. Right now, I'm just
sweaty and tired."

"Why don't you join us in the pool. It's very refreshing after a hard
days work."

"I don't have a suit."

"Too bad, you don't know what you're missing."

"Yeah, I'd love to join you." Deidra's swimsuit was as bad as her
underwear. It was a one piece, the bottom was shorts, and the top was
very high cut. It was so ugly, Deidra never went to the beach with her
friends. Mother, of course, wouldn't buy her a bikini and Deidra never
had money.... Deidra's hand closed on the wad of cash in her pocket.
"Maybe, I will join you. I'll be back in a few."

Deidra went out into the mall to buy a bikini. Unfortunately, the only
places open late were the gym and Melons, but Melons sold bikini's. Of
course, they were as tacky as the uniform. Deidra purchased one, pleased
she even got the employee discount.

When she got back to the gym, the two black men were still racing. They
both seemed to have incredible stamina, but then both were in perfect
shape. She decided not to bother their race and entered the nearby
locker room.

Deidra quickly stripped off her clothes and took out her new bikini.
Coming from a sexist business like Melon's, it was needless to say, very
skimpy. She pulled the panties on and noticed graffiti on the locker
room wall nearby. The graffiti read, "BEWARE MARCUS' MONSTER". Odd, she
thought, Marcus seemed as nice as Mr Brown, certainly not a monster. She
put the top on and stepped out by the pool. The black men swam several
more laps before they noticed her. 

"Good god!" said Marcus when he finally saw Deidra standing there.

"Good god is right," responded Darren, "you've forgotten the time. You
need to go over the days receipts."

"Oh yeah," said Marcus, staring at Deidra. He started wading towards her
and the ladder out of the pool. 

The bikini's Melon's sold were used in the yearly, "Girl's Of Melons"
calender. They were string bikinis with the rear of the panty, covering
about half the woman's ass. The strings and panties were the same ugly
green as the uniform while the cups were red. Black ovals representing
watermelon seeds spelled out the word MELONS across the breasts.
Deidra's chest was so big, there were large gaps between the letters in
MELONS as her bosom stretched out the swimsuits material.

Deidra stepped out of the way as Marcus climbed the ladder. She couldn't
help, but stare admiringly at his chest as more and more of it appeared.
It rippled with muscles, but she did find his dark black skin a little
threatening as opposed to Darren's brown skin. Marcus's six pack abs
appeared, then the top of his swimsuit, then what looked like an
elephant's trunk emerged from the water. Deidra stared at the huge penis
bobbing before the black man as he climbed up the ladder.

Deidra was horrifed and looked away as soon as she realized she was
staring. The black man was wearing a brief style swimsuit whose elastic
material looked as stretched out by his penis as did her top by her
breasts. The material hugged his peni and she could make out the outline
of it's head as well as the fact that it must be over a foot long. 

What horrifed her was that she had been so horny, she was on the verge
of giving up her virginity to Dean. Her vagina had been screaming for
attention for close to a week.
Now that she had an idea of how big a man's penis was, the idea of
taking something that big in her vagina terrified her. Dean would have
to wait. No wonder that her mother had explained to her that sex was
something the woman had to endure.

"Come on and join me," called Darren as Marcus left the room. Mr Black
didn't bother changing, he just walked out into the gym in his suit.

"It looks deep. I can't swim."

"Hold on to the side. It's only five feet there and you can stand on tip
toes. I'll give you some lessons."

Deidra nervously turned around and stepped down the ladder into the
pool. The water was warm and quite pleasant. She could just stand near
the edge and turned to face Darren. "What now?"

Darren approached her, his muscular chest rising out of the pool as he
stepped into shallower water. He held out his hand and she took it. She
put her other hand in his and he back stepped, pulling her out into the
pool. "First, the fundamentals of treading water. Kick your legs and
wave your arms. Now try it." He let go.

"Like this... Glub!" Deidra felt Mr Brown's strong hands grab her waist
and pull her head back to the surface.

"No let me show you. Hmm, I can't show you while holding you up. Put
your arms around my neck. Deidra did and found herself staring into his
eyes as he swam backwards into deeper water. "Alright, hold on." Darren
quit swimming and started treading water.

Deidra watched him noticing what she had done wrong. As he had stopped
swimming with her arms clinging around his bull neck, the momentum
carried her body up against his. Her breasts smashed against his chest
which was as hard as a brick wall. Deidra had never been this exposed in
front of a man before. Her belly rubbed against his. Every inch of
Deidra's bare skin that touched Mr Brown's bare skin felt electric. She
had been kicking her legs, but now they were splayed open as they came
up to wrap around his waist.

"That's good, Deidra. Just hold on."

As Mr Brown spoke, his body jerked a bit as he kicked to accomodate her
extra weight. Deidra slid down. "Ugh," she cried in shock as a thick
pole slid up beween her thighs. She immediately pictured the huge penis
justting through Mr Black's swimsuit. Her body was now resting on Mr
Brown's large appendage. It felt as big as a band baton. It pushed hard
against her vagina, sending a spasm of desire up her body. Mr Brown
changed how he was treading water and his hips bucked a couple times.
This caused his penis to to slide back and forth between her legs.
"Aah," cried Deidra giving an involuntary moan. The area between her
thighs grew hot. "Let me adjust myself," she pleaded, not really wanting
to. 

"Wait, your weight might drag us under. Let me swim back to where I can
stand."

Darren swam backwards again and Deidra found herself riding on top of
him with his hard pole still sticking up like a ship's mast between her
legs. His penis pushed against her privates with each move of his arms.
Deidra almost couldn't take it. She wanted off, but a small yet growing
part of her wished his shaft would rip right through their swimsuits and
scratch that itch deep in her vagina.

"This is good," said Darren as he quit swimming. His feet hit the ground
and his rod sli out from between her legs. The big knobby head almost
caught between her thighs until it was freed, but it still seemed to
push up hard against her vagina. "Now lets try floating."

Deidra wanted to quit right then, but Mr Brown's strong hand was sliding
down her back while his other lifted her up under her knees. His one
hand centered itself on her back while his other squeezed her butt
cheek. "Ah, Mr Brown, your hand."   

"Sorry, I need to hold you by your center of gravity." He didn't move
it, but he relaxed his grip a little. "Now just lie back and float.
Close your eyes. Note how bouyant you are with each deep breath. You
need to keep your lungs full to float. I'm going to let go... now!"

Deidra wobbled a bit, but managed to keep floating. She opened her eyes
with delight only to gasp. Lying flat, she was looking up the large
swell of her breast and the hard nipple poking through the material. Mr
Brown's face was inches from her breast and her nipple was superimposed
right in the middle of his lips. There was no way he couldn't notice how
big and hard they were. She pictured him bending down and taking her
nipple between his lips and her nipple seemed to swell even more at the
thought. She'd never seen them so big.

"Good, now lets try swimming. Roll over on your stomach. I'll catch
you."

Of course her center of gravity was now her breasts while his other hand
held her up by her crotch. Without her bikini bottom, his fingers would
be running through her brown pubic hair. One of her nipples seemed
caught between his fingers, which squeezed it slightly.

"Swim your arms forward, Deidra and kick your legs."

Deidra did as she was told and Mr Brown held on tighter to keep her
safe. Where he was touching her felt too good to concentrate on
swimming. Deidra barely heard him tell her he was letting go and would
grab her if she needed him. His electric touch was gone and she shot
forward as her kicking legs propelled her. Deidra swam for a few seconds
before losing balance, but Mr Brown's arms were there to grab her. He
wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back against his body.
This time his big penis pushed hard between her butt cheeks until he was
standing and let her go. "You did good, Deidra."

"Thank you, sir," she replied a little flushed with excitement. 

"I'm not the best teacher, but anytime you want to practice, I'll gladly
help."

"Ok," she replied. Mr Brown held her waist to steady her climb up the
ladder. "When do you want me to check in again?" She turned around as he
climbed the ladder. 

"A couple days." Darren stood before her and Deidra's eyes kept falling
to look at the monster she had felt betwen her thighs. "Keep trying to
see what you can find on Melons." Mr Brown was wearing the same kind of
suit Mr Black had worn. The kind that hugged his penis, the material
only tenting out near the base. It also hugged huge, splayed testicals.
Mr Brown luckily didn't notice she kept staring. "Look for labor,
health, and even check to make sure they have all the appropriate
posters hanging up. You're doing great kid, your mother would be proud
of you. I'm proud of you." 
   
"Thank you, sir." Deidra beamed at him. It wasn't her mother's, but
Darren's approval that made her grin from ear to ear. Plus, she wasn't
too sure her mother would approve of what she was doing to shut down
Melons.

No, her mother wouldn't approve at all, she thought when she got back to
the lockerroom and noticed herself in the mirror. Deidra felt she looked
incredibly sexy, dripping wet. The material of her bikini was soaked and
twisted up, showing even more skin. Her nipples looked about to rip
through the material and her bottoms had slid up between her butt
cheeks, exposing her ass. Mother would hate this. She'd have a
heartattack, thought Deidra as she stared in the mirror, but I am sexy.
Deidra smiled at her reflection. She stood up straighter and thrust her
breasts out.

********************

It didn't seem to want to go past ten inches so Darren decided to just
be patient. Anal sex to Darren consisted of forcing his cockhead inside
and jerking himself off. He'd be happy to fuck her ass with just half
his cock. Still, it would be a tight fit and there was a virginal pussy
waiting for him at Melons that would be almost as tight. Taking a virgin
would be another first for him.

After Darren came, he sat back at his desk and let Lindsey use the
bathroom to clean herself up. When she came out, he chuckled as the
dildo thrust the thong of her underwear out at least an inch. 

Darren changed for working out while Lindsey pulled her skirt up and put
her blouse on. She returned to her desk and sat. "Ooow!" she screamed,
jumping up. She'd sat on the dildo. She slowly sat back down, wincing as
her weight came down on the dildo. Darren winked at her and left his
office, knowing her weight would slowly work the last inch into her. 

The giant black man met Marcus for dinner at Melons and Deidra was their
waitress. Both black men were impressed. She was learning her trade
well, juggling several tables. "How's things going?" asked Darren. 

"Great, I've never had so much money in my life. Oh, you mean digging up
dirt on this place.
I haven't had much time. They keep me very busy." A customer at another
table raised is hand for service. "I gotta get going. I'll be back with
your food."

"Fine. Meet me at the gym after work and we'll do a progress report."

"Yes, sir," said Deidra running off.

*****************

Deidra was tired as she searched the entire gym for Darren. She asked a
handsome, muscular black man training a young white woman, if he'd seen
Darren. The trainer told her to go check the jacuzzis.

"Mr Brown?" she called outside the only occuied jaccuzi room.

"Come on in, Deidra," said Darren.

Deidra entered the room and saw the black man laying back in the
oversized tub. "You told me to check in with you, sir."

"Sure, you got anything? Labor or health violations? Anything?"

"Not yet, sir. If you don't mind, I'm exhausted. I'd like to head home
and get off my feet."

"I don't mind, but hey, if your tired and sore, why don't you join me?
You'd be amazed at how much these things relax your muscles."

"Hmm, why not? Let me go change." Deidra had left her bikini in a locker
and went to put it on. She hadn't had the time to buy on new one, so it
was still the skimpy Melon's bikini. She noticed new grafitti on the
wall near the "Beware Marcus Monster" message. The new sayings were
"Bigger, Better, Blacker," and "I'm a slut for BC." 
 
Deidra had no idea what BC stood for and didn't care except she found it
disgusting that women were vandalizing the walls in here. She changed
into her bikini and threw a towel around her torso. She walked towards
the room Darren occupied and stepped up to the jacuzzi. She dropped the
towel, noticing Darren''s eyes traveled up and down her body as she
lowered herself into the water. "Oh, that feels good," she moaned. "I
don't think my body's ever been this sore or my feet hurt so much."

"I can help," said Darren. The tub was big, but their knees were
touching. He reached down and grabbed her foot.

"That's not necessary, Mr Br...Oooo oh, that does help." The pleasure
she felt as he squeezed her foot was nearly sexual.

"Owning a gym, you need to know a little about massaging sore muscles."
Darren used one strong hand on her foot while the other hand worked on
her calf. He then switched to her other foot and she started moaning
again. Darren watched the teen girl lay back against the tub, eyes
nearly shut as she whimpered with pleasure. Her chest was heaving, her
big breasts breaking above the water each time she inhaled. "Here turn
around and I'll do the rest of you."

"Hmm, ok," said Deidra opening her eyes and turning around. "Aah, yes,
that's good," she cried as Mr Brown's big, strong hands started rubbing
her shoulders. She leaned forward and rested her chin on her folded
arms. She reached back and lifted her wet hair off her neck as the black
man's fingers worked on her nape. After rubbing her neck and shoulders,
his magic hands worked their way down her back. It felt deliriously good
getting a massage and Deidra was half asleep by the time his fingers hit
her bikini strap. His big fingers caught on the material several times
and the next thing she knew, the strap was falling free off her back.
Deidra jumped with a start and tried to catch her cups over her breasts,
but she failed. "What are you doing?" she asked, a little paniced.

"It was getting in the way. Just relax and keep your torso under water."
Darren bunched up her top and threw it out of her reach outside the
jacuzzi.

"You can count on that," she replied fearful Darren would see the
constantly erect state of her nipples. 

Darren rubbed her back pushing forwards until Deidra's breasts did come
out of the water, but she was facing away from him. Her ass also came
out of the water and Darren's hands moved down from her lower back to
her cheeks. She jumped a little, but allowed him to massage her ass and
hips. He rubbed her thighs a bit, then sat back. "That's it, I'm done,"
he said.

"That was wonderful," moaned Deidra sliding down into the water until
her breasts were submerged. She looked around for her top, but saw that
it was out of reach. "Could you get my top for me?"

"Sure," said Darren standing up. 

"OH MY GOD!"

"Oops," said Darren looking down at his hugely erect penis. "I forgot I
was soaking nude. This is embarrassing." Darren just stood there making
no move to sit back down. Deidra stared at his penis aghast at it's
size. "What are you staring at?"

"I've never seen a man's penis before." Deidra couldn't take her eyes
off it.

"Really? Well, feel free to check it out." Darren watched her slide
forwards through the water and stare at his cock from all angles. "Go
ahead and touch it."

"What? I couldn't."

"No harm in just touching it is there?"

"I guess not." Deidra did want to touch it. Feeliing somewhat naughty,
she reached out and poked the head, pulling her finger back. She giggled
and tried to poke it again, but the penis suddenly reared back almost
touching Darren's stomach. The big black man chuckled this time as his
penis fell back down, bobbing a bit until it was sticking straight out
again. Deidra grinned, realizing Mr Brown had made his penis jump up.
She hadn't known men could do that. This time she reached out and
touched his penis with four fingers and ran them down his shaft. 

Deidra brought her other hand up and made a fist. Her fist was just
about twice the size as the head of Mr Brown's penis and the shaft a lot
bigger then her wrist. Now underneath his penis was a hairy brown sack
which looked like it was stuffed with two of her fists. The hand
touching his shaft was now gripping it. She ran the hand back up towards
the head, noticing a lot of moisture forming around a long slit in the
middle of the tip. She just couldn't imagine something so big fitting in
her little vagina. "I had no idea, penises were this big, Mr Brown," she
said staring at it. It was hard not to stare or to even look away. Her
instincts told her to look at it even closer. She wanted to bury her
nose in his crotch and take a big whiff of his manly scent.
 
"Well I am slightly bigger then average, Deidra. Say, how'd you like to
see it cum?"

"Cum?"

"Slang for have an orgasm, ejaculate."

"That would be cool, but my father says that it's wrong to masturbate."

"And he'd be right. It wouldn't be masturbation if you jerked it off."

"Oh no, I couldn't do that."

"Sure you could. You're already stroking it," he said and Deidra
realized he was right, her hand was moving up and down his shaft. Just
keep doing that, only a little faster. Besides, it's all your fault that
it's so hard anyway."

"It is?" asked Deidra, noticing her hand was stroking it faster now.
Lots of fluid was oozing out of the slit. It was coating her hand and
his penis making her hand glide smooter.

"Of course it is, Deidra. You're such a sexy young girl. You look so
good in your Melon's uniform and your bikini... Wow, lets just say that
everytime I see you in that bikini, I get like this."

"You think I'm sexy?" For some reason this really excited Deidra and her
hand started moving faster. She arched her back to get a better stance
for gripping it and was unaware her nipples were now occassionaly
breaking the surface of the water.

"One of the sexiest girls I've ever seen. It's really a shame, your
mother makes you dress so conservatively. Your figure is too hot to
cover up. But, maybe you should stop, your mother surely wouldn't
approve of what you're doing."

Mother! Deidra watched her hand stroking the big shaft. Her hand as
tired now and she switched arms. No, mother wouldn't approve. Mother
wouldn't let her where a bikini, even a modest one. Mother wouldn't give
her any money to buy her own clothes. Mother picked out all her clothes
for her. Mother made her wear a bra that made her look deformed. Mother
knew she was sexy and so did Deidra, but no one had ever noticed until
now. Well, Deidra had her own money now, nearly two hundred dollars in
just a few days. She could buy her own clothes now. "You don't want me
to quit stroking your penis do you?"

"God no, it feels so good. Besides, if you know your way around a penis,
it'll really impress your fiance, but you should call it by a slang name
like dick or cock. I prefer cock. Try it. Tell me what it is you're
doing right now."

"I'm stroking your cock," said Deidra and for some reason this made her
blush.

"Yes, your stroking my big black cock," he said thrusting his cock
through her hand. 

Deidra brought up her other hand and started stroking his big black cock
with both hands. The big knobby head kept bursting forth towards her
head and Deidra found herself leaning closer. She brought her nose up to
smell the head just as Darren thrust forward and held his cock out. The
head was just an inch from her lips as she took a big whiff of his manly
scent. It was bigger now and the shaft was throbbing. Deidra found
herself pursing her lips. She quickly moved forwards and kissed it, but
Deidra didn't pull back, she ran her lips all over his fat cockhead just
as it suddenly leaped in her hands. 

The slit along the head happened to be pointed right between her lips
when he came. A large stream of piping hot sperm splattered on her
teeth, hitting the back of her throat. As his cock jerked up, surprise
also caused Deidra to pull her head back and she inadvertantly swallowed
the sperm in her mouth as more hot cum hit her nose and face.

Deidra fell backwards against the edge of the jacuzzi releasing his
cock. Her breasts burst up out of the water, followed by her stomach,
belly button and the tip of her bikini. Darren's cock squirted again. A
long strand flying from the head, this time hitting her hair and face.
She watched as Darren grabbed his cock and pointed it down away from her
face. Deidra felt the next wad of cum strike her left breast. She looked
down at her chest just as sperm splattered her other breast. More cum
coated her breasts as she brought her hands up to cover her breasts,
sperm squishing out between her fingers just as fresh sperm coated her
hands. Next he shot a wad at her belly button, then her face again. It
almost seemed as if Mr Brown were aiming his sperm at various parts of
her body, but she assumed he just couldn't control where it shot. 
 
Deidra watched still fascinated with his cock as Mr Brown released it.
"Well, what did you think?" he asked.

"It was awesome, sir." Deidra looked down sadly. She cupped her hand
over her breasts and stood to get out of the tub. "But, I'm feeling a
little guilty. I haven't even seey fiance's cock yet."

"I see what you mean. You should do the same with him. There's nothing
wrong with just fooling around a little before marriage. Do it for him
and he'll love you even more."

"You know I think you're right."

Concluded in Part 2.


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