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The Adventures Of Rev Al Sharpspeare 4
An E&I Enterprises story
copyright 2002 by Stormbringer
Stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com



Al Sharpspeare relaxed as the plane leveled off. He glanced over at his
assistant Amber Derrickson Caldecott, or more specifically the little
bit of leg she was showing in her modest skirt. He wished he could dress
her more slutty, but her conservative clothing looked more respectable
in public. Al and Amber were in first class while his two bodyguards
were flying coach.

Al had fucked Amber yesterday just before her wedding and he couldn't
wait to get his dick in her again. His cock hardened and he shifted
uncomfortably. Even the bigger seats in first class, were uncomfortable
for a large "enhanced" black man. He had used his position and Amber's
progressive liberal views to seduce the hot blonde woman. He had fucked
her, turned her husband temporarily impotent as well as all the male
wedding guests, he had hired a black stripper to put ideas into the
heads of the women at her bachelorette party, and it had worked, Amber's
older sister, best friend, and even mother had sampled black dick after
the wedding, helped along by Xcite laced booze at the reception. A few
more times with Amber and she would soon become addicted to black cock
or more specifically the pheromones an enhanced male gave off. Only her
younger sister hadn't succumbed and the young girl had probably
considered it. Someday, he would have to ensure Vicki Derrickson joined
E&I.

Amber looked through the file of newspaper clippings and faxes. "I don't
understand sir. Some of these other racial incidents seem more serious
then this one. From what I've read, the teacher was right to expel the
three black teens. I see no reason for our involvement. Here's a
clipping...she's very pretty. I bet the boys in her class have trouble
concentrating."

Al smiled at Amber's stupidity. The fact that Terry Baker was pretty was
what got him interested in this case in the first place. One look at the
stacked beauty in the newspaper photo and he had someone start packing
his bags. "She shouldn't of singled out three black youths for expulsion
should she?"

"According to the school board, the three had all made suggestive
remarks to her after class and they've had a history of doing it to some
of the other female teachers."

"We'll see."

The plane touched down in Nashville a few hours later. A limo met them
at an airport and they rode an hour West of the city.

Their hotel had two connecting rooms for Amber and Sharpspeare. The
Reverend's two bodyguards had a room across from Al's. "Once your
settled, unlock the connecting door Amber," ordered the black man. 

"Of course sir." She unlocked the connecting door a few minutes later.
"If you don't mind sir, I'm going to freshen up with a shower."

"Be my guest," he said adding when she left, "I think I'll join you." He
began removing his clothes.

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

Amber jumped as the Reverend yanked her shower curtain open. She had
been fantacizing about her black boss in the shower, but still held her
ams across her buxom chest in false modesty. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"I told you my cock needs a lot of servicing." He climbed in the tub
crowding her out in the small hotel stall. "I need this my child. I
can't concentrate on the task at hand when my cock gets like this. Kneel
before me child." His hands pushed her down so that she squatted in the
tub, his huge foot long shaft rubbing against her cheek. "Suck the sin
out of me child. Suck that black cock. It's for the cause of racial
equality. It's god's work you're doing here Amber."

Amber couldn't resist her boss and soon was sucking his cock for all she
was worth. She had been married for only a day now, but at the moment
she had no desire to return to her husband. Her place in the world was
kneeling at the Reverend's feet.

Later, Amber's belly was so full of sperm, she only ate a salad for
dinner. Reverend Sharpspeare devoured a huge steak, potatoes, and a rich
dessert. He was famous for his lusty appetite, yet there wasn't an ounce
of fat on his body and she had never seen him workout. His two guards
ate burgers at the bar and flirted with the older bartender. Their
bodies were much the same as the Reverend's, all muscle, no fat. 

Amber returned to her room and climbed into bed after removing her
clothes. She turned the light off and soon heard the connecting door
open. She trembled in anticipation. Sharpspeare climbed on top of her,
her legs opening wide to receive him. 

Amber got little sleep that night. They took catnaps between fucking.
She declared her pussy belonged to Al whenever he wanted it just before
he filled her with hot cum. Less then an hour later, she awoke to find
his hard cock nudging her again. He placed her on all fours and took her
from behind that time. After he came in her pussy, he pushed his
semi-hard cock in her ass and began fucking her again. HIs cock reversed
itself and soon it was just
as hard as it had been earlier in the shower and the amount of sperm he
ejaculated never slackened. She took the intiative in the morning. The
black man had a morning stiffy which she slurped on despite the fact it
was crusted with their cum, then she mounted him and rode him like a mad
woman. 

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

The school board never knew what hit them. The bells rang and the school
buses took off only to be replaced by two more buses filled with black
people carrying protest signs. The reporters followed an hour later.
"Reverend Sharpspeare," howled a black woman running off a bus. "Please
get my baby back in school."

"I plan to maam."

"God bless you Reverend."

"God bless...oops tv crews are here."

Amber followed Al around as he gave interviews to various news
organizations. He posed for shots, gave a speech, and joined the picket
line for a time. 

They had dinner that night, Al announcing he was tired and would retire
early. Amber went to her room and showered. She wrapped a towel around
her waist and laid down on the bed trying to fall asleep. She could hear
the tv in the Reverend's room playing the local news and discussing the
protest. Then it turned off. 

Amber stared at the ceiling, despite an exhausting day and little sleep
last night, falling asleep eluded her. She thought of Al sleeping in the
next room. Amber found herself standing, opening the connecting door to
his room. She crawled in bed beside him, her hand finding it's way to
his cock, then her mouth followed as her head disappeared under the
covers.

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

The school superintendent came out to talk the next day as the third bus
of protesters pulled up. "Alright Mr Sharpspeare, what exactly is it you
want?"

Al put down his sign and strolled over to the older white man. "I want
the three young men reinstated and the racist teacher responsible
terminated."

"Lets go to the principal's office to discuss this if you're willing."

"Oh, I'm willing." Al waved to the crowd and cameras as he entered the
school wth the Super. Soon he was repeating his demands to Terry Baker,
the school principal, and the Super.

"I'm not a racist Reverend," snapped Terry. She was pale and appeared to
be upset. "The fact that they are black has nothing to do with it. Those
three boys are animals."

"I'll agree they lack dicipline, Mrs Baker."

"This is about compromise isn't it?" asked the Super. "We'll reinstate
the three youths, and you'll allow Mrs Baker to keep her job."

"Not unless she can convince me she's not racist."    

The phone rang and the Super answered it. "What?" said the man into the
receiver. "20 million, you've got to be kidding? Yeah thanks. I'm
talking with him now." He hung up the phone.

"I assume you've just heard from your lawyers. My civil rights
organization is suing you. I had Reginald Jordan file papers yesterday."

"I see, and you'll drop the suit if we fire Mrs Baker?"

"Perhaps," said Al as Terry snapped and began to cry. "However, if Mrs
Baker can prove to me she is not racist, I'll consider her staying on."

"How do I do that?" sobbed the young teacher. The pressure of recent
events finally getting to her. Her hands were shaking as she cried.

"We'll have a one on one meeting in your classroom. I'll give you a
short interview and if you convince me you're not a bigot, we will have
resolved this sad affair. If that is acceptable."

"It's acceptable to me."

"Good, then if you gentlemen don't mind. Me and Mrs Baker will resume
this meeting in her room. Lead the way."

Al felt his cock extend an inch as he followed Terry to her class room.
Her ass was a perfect globe within tight slacks. Her panty lines were
visible underneath. This woman had an incredible body, stripper worthy,
every bit as good as Amber's. She dressed modestly, but attractively.
Perhaps she didn't like flaunting herself, or perhaps she just covered
up because she was surrounded by horny teenagers.

Terry had long, curly brown hair and a pretty face with a cute little
upturned nose. She had the full lips men asociated with dick-sucking.
She appeared to be in her late twenties and a large diamond ring
decorated one hand beside a gold band. Her large breasts, thin waist and
hips almost the perfect hourlass figure. She was almost a perfect female
specimen though a bit on the short side, maybe 5'3". 

Terry opened the door to her classroom and Al followed her in, shutting
and locking the door behind them. She sat down at her desk and the big
black man walked over to a students desk and leaned against it. "What
exactly did those three young men do Mrs Baker?"

"The first boy said something about shoving his thang between my breasts
and the other that he stick his between my and I quote "dick sucking
lips". The third boy actually went beyond that and patted my behind one
day as he came in late for class."  

"Well you do have a body built to excite young men and calling them boys
doesn't convince me you're not a racist."

Terry flushed, one really had to watch what one said in today's society.
"I call them boys Reverend because that's exactly what they are. They
are childish, immature, and irresponsible. In effect children, even
though two are eighteen and the one who was held back a year is
nineteen, They act no differently from fifteen year olds I've taught."

"I wonder. Did their words excite you?"

"I don't follow sir." Terry's brows crinkled in confusion.

"Did you ever consider doing what they said?"

"How d-dare you Mr Sharpspeare. I'm a married woman and even so having
relations with students is immoral."

"I see. Did you do anything to lead these impressionable young men on?"

"Of course not."

"You have an incredibly sexy body. Did you dress sexily that day?"

"No. I'm well aware of the effect my figure has on the young men in my
class. I make sure to hide my figure as much as possible." 

"It has nothing to do with the fact that the three youths are black?"

"For the last time no."

Sharpspeare stood up and walked close to Terry. His crotch was eye level
with her and her brows furrowed as she caught a glimpse of an obscenely
huge bulge under his pants. "Alright Mrs Baker, if you were not married,
would you date a black man?"

I've never thought about it, but yes, I guess I would, providing he's
not my student."

"I don't believe you."

"It's the truth."

"I'll need proof."

"How can I prove it?"

Al grinned, but was nervous. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his
pants. 

"Reverend Sharpspeare! What are you doing?"

If this didn't work, she could cause trouble. He was relying soley on
pheromones. "Mrs Baker, I'll need you to prove you'd be with a black
man."

"Oh my god!" Terry looked at the giant black salami, the black man had
just pulled out of his pants. She hadn't known penises came in such a
broad range of sizes. She had thought her husband was big, but
Sharpspeare appeared more then twice as long and three to four times
thicker as it turned completely hard. "I, I think t-this meeting is over
sir." She pulled her head back as he waved his huge cock under her nose.
His overwhelming sense of masculinity made her feel very feminine. "If
you don't put that thing away, I'll tell the super."  A part of her
didn't want im to put it away.

"It's my word against yours Mrs Baker. One phone call and I'll have the
protesters marrching outside your home. Now this is just a harmless
little test." Al smirked as he watched Terry's eyes following his cock
as he moved it left and right under her nose. The tip of her tongue came
out and ran across her lips. He also noticed the outline of her nipples
appearing under her blouse and it was a thick blouse. She had pretty big
nipples.

"W-what kind of a test sir?"

"You'll need to put my big black cock in your mouth."

"What! That's insane." He certainly didn't sound like a Reverend, but
his crass words made her loins feel hot. She turned bright red as she
realized her panties were soaked. 

"No, it's quite the fair test. All you have to do is take me in your
mouth and not look disgusted. Just hold it there for a few seconds and
I'll believe you."

He was waving his big black cock...no his penis under her nose and she
couldn't take her eyes off the monstrosity. Terry had never found the
male sex organ particularily interesting, but the black man's fascinated
her. "J-just a few seconds?" 

"Just until I'm sure Mrs Baker, then this wil all be over."

"What do I do?"

"Just grab the base and guide it into your mouth. Swallow what you can.
Same as you do with your husband."

"I don't do this with my husband." Terry raised her hand up and lightly
ran her fingers down Sharpspeare's shaft. It was so big and powerful.
She gripped the base, surprised at the gap between her fingers. "This
certainly isn't my husband's cock."

"Ha ha Mrs Baker. I'm sure your husband doesn't have a cock, just a
little white penis much smaller then my black cock."

"Yes, much smaller."

"Would you say it was inferior to mine?"

God, his cock head was huge, swollen and angry, the pee slit seemed to
be staring at her. "Yes, it's inferior."

"Good, if you can admit that my black cock is superior to your husband's
little white worm then you might not be a racist after all. I'm
pleased."

Terry felt a strange sense of happiness hearing she was pleasing him.
She wanted to please him, make him happy. She leaned forwards and opened
her jaw as wide as she could. His cock head slipped past her lips and
into her mouth. It scraped against her throat and she gagged. Terry
pulled her head back coughing. 

"Lying bitch!" Sharpspeare grabbed the sides of her head and forced her
to look up at him. He looked livid, angry and powerful, terrible in his
fury as he towered over her. His cock slid along her chin, lips and
cheek, always just under her nose. "You are a racist. I've never seen
anyone look so disgusted. How dare you lie to me!"

"Nooo, no sir, I gagged that's all. Please let me try again." Her body
was shaking with fear and shame at her performance.

"Alright Terry," said the black man his angry demeanor softening. He
released her head and stroked her hair. "Go slow this time."

Terry straightened up. This time she stared at the cock summoning up the
strength to try again. She would do better this time. She leaned
forwards and put her lips around the head, pushing down a little before
stopping. "It's so dry."

"Make it easier on you and run your tongue all around the head."

Her tongue came out and she ran it in a circle around the head. It
wasn't all dry. One part in particular was very wet. Her tongue slid
across the pee-slit which was starting to leak precum in rather large
quantities, but then it was a rather large dick. She could taste the
precum on her tongue and decided it wasn't that bad. His fat cock head
soon glistened with her saliva and Terry moved her tongue down the shaft
and back up. This time she kept her lips locked tight around it as she
took him in her mouth, but was soon gagging again. 

"I'm starting to wonder about you Mrs Baker. Either show me your willing
to take a black cock down your throat or I'll ruin your life. Try
sucking on just a little and taking more as you get used to it."

Terry took his advice and started bobbing her head over just the tip.
Not only was she trying to hold it in her mouth, she was licking and
sucking on it. Terry Baker was giving her first blow job. It was easier
this way. Soon the tip poked against her throat and she was able to
surpress the gag reflex. It was harder when it pushed into her throat,
but she relaxed, breathing through her nose. What was amazing was that
she could still see half his cock jutting out under her nose. Her free
hand was holding onto his pants by his thigh. For some reason, she
brought it up under him and began massaging his balls, hefting them one
by one. 
Terry hoped he would be satisfied with this. Then she sped up as she
feared he''d be too satisfied and tell her she could quit. Her bobbing
head was now moving rapidly over three quarters of his cock. She soon
lost track of time as she contentedly slurped on his black cock.

Al felt his cock swelling until he thought it would explode. He gritted
his teeth trying to hold back. Terry was into it now, actively trying to
get him off, eyes were closed and she was skillfully breathing through
her nose like a natural. His balls were churning, cock hardening, then
something clicked and he was cumming. "Praise the lord," he moaned.

Terry's eyes flew open in surprise and she found Sharpspeare's beefy
hand wrapped around the back of her head holding her in place while his
huge cock pumped wad after wad of ejaculate down her throat. She would
of swallowed it all, but for the fact that he was also bucking his hips.
He pulled back to far and his cock head slid into her mouth filling it
with semen. It was hot and copious, but surprisingly good and she
surprised herself by gulping it down as fast as he pumped it into her
mouth. Terry wished she had done this years ago with her husband, but
knew his loads were pathetic, inferior to the black man's cum. Even now
on his eigth or ninth wad, her mouth filled up to the point, cum poured
down her chin. He didn't pull it out until he had drained every last bit
of semen from the huge shaft.

"That was a rather unorthodox test Reverend," said Terry using her
finger to slide the sperm on her chin into her mouth. It wasn't as good
cold as it was hot when pumped through his jerking cock.

"It derives from a theory I read that you cannot be prejudice free
without having had interracial sex." 

"Interesting."

"Yes it is. I'm sorry to say Mrs Baker that your performance here didn't
completely convince me of the honesty of your claim."

"But I just..."

"We need to continue this discussion, but there is some business I need
to attend to. Come to the Suittes hotel around eight tonight. It'll be
your last chance to convince me."

Al left a stunned Terry Baker sitting alone in her classroom. He stopped
in the principal's office long enough to say, "I'm not entirely
convinced gentlemen. You'll have my decision in the morning. See you
then."

Al walked down the steps of the school and waved to the crowd. Amber
quickly hurried up to him. "Mrs Caldecott, schedule a press conference
for tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir," she replied typing into her pocket pc.

"Oh and Amber, I'm sorry I'll be keeping you from your honeymoon an
extra day."

"No place I'd rather be then here by your side sir," said Amber meaning
every bit of it.


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