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The Adventures of Rev Al Sharpspeare 5
An E&I Enterprises story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Stormbringer_stories@hotmail.com


"Lets hurry with dessert so I can take some dictation in our room sir,"
said Amber grinning lazily as she pictured herself kneeling at the
Reverend's feet.

"Not tonight Mrs Caldecott, I'll be occupied."

"Oh, I see," saidAmber feeling hurt and jealous.

"Here she is now." Al Sharpspeare stood up and waved. "Mrs Baker over
here." Al frowned when he saw she had brought her husband. "And who's
this?"

"Reverend, this is my husband Tom," said Terry. She hadn't stopped
thinking about the Reverend's foot long cock since sucking it earlier
that day. She didn't trust herself around it and brought her husband to
protect her. The Reverend towered over Tom and her husband winced as he
shook hands with the black man.

"May I order either of you a drink?" asked Al.

"Sure, a beer, I guess," said Tom.

"Me too," said Terry. She couldn't look the Reverend in the eye, but
found herself looking at his crotch if she looked down. She settled for
glancing at Amber, who looked upset about something. The blonde was
absolutely gorgeous and resembled a modest Pamela Anderson. Terry found
herself a little jealous which shocked her. 

"Hey Frank," called Al to one of his bodyguards sitting over at the bar.
"Get two beers for our guests." Al winked at Frank which was the signal
to spike the drinks with Xcite if possible.
"Lets all sit down. We'll talk business after we finish our drinks." 

Both Terry and Tom looked surprised when the Reverend made inane small
talk. Tom looked at
the big black man with disdain for all the grief the Reverend had put
Terry through the last few days. "If you don't mind Mr Sharpspeare," Tom
couldn't bring himself to call the famous demagogue a reverend, "I'd
like to get this over with and get straight to business."

"My business is with your wife Mr Baker and I'll be discussing it alone
with her when I'm ready."

"Tom! Please?" Terry put her hand on her husband's wrist to calm him. He
relaxed.

"May I speak with you a moment sir?" asked Amber.

"Of course," the black man replied. They stood and walked out of
earshot. "What is it?"

"You don't plan of havng sex with her do you?"

"I do Mrs Caldecott. That's how I fight racism. I explained it to you
when I fucked you before your wedding."

"That was different sir."

"How so?"

Amber closed her eyes and summoned up her courage. "I'm in love with
you. I don't want you fucking other women, just me."

"That's sweet child, but your being misguided. You don't love me, you
love black cock, not just mine, anyone's.
 
"That's not true sir. I'm not a slut, except when I'm with you."

"You'll see. Don't let it get to you. I'll only spend tonight with Mrs
Baker to reeducate her, but you get to remain my personal assistant." Al
affectionately patted her shoulder and returned to the Baker's noticing
most of their drinks were gone. "I'm ready Mrs Baker, if you'll follow
me up to my room. Mr Baker, you can wait here. Amber, why don't you go
have a drink with Frank and Peter. They'll take very good care of you." 

Al guided Terry up from the table by the elbow and began to lead her
towards the elevator. "Wait, said Tom rising, "Why can't you have your
meeting down here at one of the empty tables?"

Al continued walking and led Terry into the elevator. "My papers and
laptop are in my room Mr Baker." Al hit his floor button. "Don't worry,
your wife will be safe with me." 

The doors closed.

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

Amber was gloomy as she finished a margaritta sandwiched between Frank
and Peter. Sharpspeare's bodyguards were both hulking brutes with the
same aura of masculinity that Amber had come to associate with powerful
black men like Sharpspeare and the lawyer, Reginald Jordan. Neither
bodyguard was terribly bright, but they were both tough as nails and
looked capable of ripping a man apart with their bare hands.

"Want another?" asked Frank.

"No, I don't feel like drinking."

"Lets go wait in our room then. We'll watch some tv and listen up for
when the Reverend's finished."

"That sounds good," said Amber.

The three passed Tom gloomily staring into his third Xcite laced beer.
The fool wouldn't get an erection for two months he'd drank so much.
Frank had also added a good dose to Amber's margaritta when she'd
excused herself to go to the bathroom. His little vial was empty, but
they were scheduled to head back to New York the next day.

The group passed Sharpspeare's room and Amber slowed down trying to
listen for sounds of fucking. She was full of conflicting emotions, sure
she loved her boss and jealous of the teacher bitch. She was also aware
that she still loved her husband of three days, but could no longer
associate him with sex. His little penis could stay limp the rest of
their lives for all she cared. Brian would never measure up again.

They arrived at the bodyguard's room and Peter unlocked the door.

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

Terry had bought her husband to protect her, but the Reverend had
skillfully dismissed him and now she was alone with a black man with a
foot long penis she found hard to resist, yes hard, big and hard. Terry
shook her head to clear it. They entered Sharpspeare's room. The
Reverend was a neat freak. Everything meticulously organized and in it's
place. "Excuse me while I freshen up," said the Reverend.

Terry looked around his room. Newspapers were stacked on a table. Most
were local with stories on the three expelled youths. Others were
national newspapers.

"I am ready," said the Reverend.

Terry looked at him and gasped. He was standing in the doorway buck
naked. His cock was completely hard and jutting out before him. His big,
muscle toned body was magnificent. She'd never seen such perfect
musculature on any man. He looked like a black greek god, but for his
wavy hair and that he was still wearing his tacky gold jewlery.
"Reverend, you're nude!"

"And your not. Remove your clothes so we can get this overwith."

"What do you men?"

"We're applying the theory for being anti-racist." He came over to
stand, towering over her. Terry was very petite and even with both of
them standing his cock was near her nose, poking under her breasts to be
accurate, but she could still smell it's masculinity. "To convince me
you're not racist, we must have interracial sex."

"That's absurb!" Terry couldn't take her eyes of his huge cock. Already
her head was filling with ideas. Her hand had automatically come up to
caress it. She wanted to suck on it again. "I'm
married."

"Be that as it may, if you want resolution, that is the proof I require
my child."

"No, I can't. Besides, you're too big. No woman could handle that
monster." 

"Many have Terry, but I see where you're coming from. You have a body
built for big cock. It's not that it's big, it's that it's black. You
are a racist." 

"No no no, I'm not. Here let me suck it again." Terry stepped back and
bent down taking the head back in her mouth and purring contentedly, but
the Reverend stepped back and his cock plopped out of her mouth. "Please
sir, it's too big. I'm married. I'm...scared." 

"I know Terry. You don't have to move or anything, just show me you're
willing to take it. You don't have to enjoy it."

"I'm scared I might enjoy it," she replied carressing his cock with one
delicate hand.

"Lets get you out of these clothes." Al pulled her top out of her slacks
and yanked it over her head. Her breasts were huge, practically falling
out of her bra. He unhooked her bra and her milky white breasts sprang
free. Her nipples were long and hard, but she had practically no areola.
The Reverend couldn't help but twirl them between his fingers. Terry
sucked in her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. Al slid his hands
down her waist and around to the front of her slacks. Soon her pants
were falling to the floor and she was steping out of her panties. "Lets
move to the bed," he said admiring her figure. 

Terry climbed on the bed and slid back towards the center. The giant
black man moved around to the foot of the bed and kneeled on it. Terry
watched the big dick pointing towards her and spread her legs wide
giving him a view inside her that even Tom had not seen. "May I turn out
the light?"

"No. You must see that it's a black man fucking you." 

Al was now kneeling between her legs. He pushed down on his shaft and
rested the head against her pussy. Terry's back was propped up a little
by the pillows and she could see it poised to enter her. Her labia was
glistening with moisture, she'd never been this wet or wanted anything
this bad. The black man pushed down and she watched her pussy lips
spread wide apart as the head slowly disappeaed. Terry released her
breath not even aware that she'd been holding it. 

His cock firmly in place, Al laid down enveloping her body with his own.
His cock slid in some more and a moan escaped her lips. Al arched his
back high enough that he could kiss the petit woman. Terry kissed back,
her tongue thrusting into his mouth as he worked his hips, pushing his
cock in deeper.

It didn't take long for such a big, hard penis to force it's way further
in and Terry's eyes grew wide as it it penetrated deeper then Tom's had
ever probed. The man was for all intense purposes blackmailing her into
sex, yet she couldn't help but enjoy it. Her legs slid along the
matress, opening as wide as they could before she wrapped them around
his ass, trying to pull his cock in deeper.

Al quit kissing her and straightened out. Terry found her head buried in
his chest held tight between his huge biceps as he propped himself up.
His granite abs crushed her breasts beneath him. She felt completely
owned and helpless in his arms. That feeling gave her the first orgasm.

Sharpspeare began thrusting forward with his hips, fucking her now, his
cock sliding a little deeper with every few thrusts. Terry couldn't help
herself, the jackhammer thrusts of his cock had her cumming again and
again. Her nails dug into his back, but he didn't seem to notice. He was
pounding her so hard now the bed was jumping. She lost track of the
number of orgasms and the time, she just knew Tom would have finished
within seconds at the pace Sharpspeare was fucking her. The black man's
balls were slapping her meaning she had taken his entire monster. It
even felt bigger now then it had, harder. The man fucking her was
growling. He was close to cumming. "Wait, don't cum in me, oh god, Tom's
had a vasec..." A powerful jet of sperm struck her womb giving her an
orgasm so powerful, her eyes rolled up in her head.  Terry passed out to
what felt like a fire hose going off in her pussy.

There was a ringing in her ears as she came to her senses. Her pussy
still felt stuffed and she grinned happy that he hadn't pulled out. The
Reverend was talking on the phone.

"Yes, Mr Baker, no were not quite done, I'm still stuffing your
wife's...head with new ideas for combating racism. I am happy to say she
has convinced me she's no racist. Here she is now."

Terry tried to slow her breathing. "Hi honey, yeah I'm fine." Al's cock
felt like it had shrunk a little, now it suddenly reversed itself and
turned hard again. "Sorry to make you wait, but I think were going to be
a while yet. Love you. Bye."

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

Frank turned on the video camera as Amber was busy stepping around the
clothes on the floor. The boss wanted insurance if Amber ended up
pregnant and to keep her in line. Frank was Al's cousin, same dna and
Frank would claim paternity if she got knocked up.
 
"Yo bro, I'm gonna takes a shower," said Peter.

"Amber and I will watch a movie," replied Frank.

Amber picked up a pair of briefs. "You wear the same brand the reverend
wears."

They're designed fo black dick." Frank turned n the tv which showed a
porn he had already ordered, an E&I Video porn. "Sexual Reparations 2"
The series featured a black judge and two black cops that made white
wives pay of their debt to slavery with sex. This scene showed the two
cops arresting a young white couple for screwing in public. The white
male actors were always picked to be as wimpy as possible. Soon the
woman was sucking on the one cop while getting it from the rear by the
second. Her boyfriend was handcuffed to a tree close enough that his
little dick was visible each time the camera zoomed in on the woman
sucking the eleven inch black cock.

"That's disgusting," said Amber. "I've never watched an adult movie
before, though I did see a how to video recently."

"Yeah, well this is a good one. That ho sure is a slut fo black dick."
They watched for awhile. The black studs in the movie had the big cocks
and stamina the Reverend had. 

Peter came out of the shower. "Yo bro, I is finished."

Amber looked up. Peter was standing in the door with a white hotel towel
wrapped around his waist. His body looked like a heavywait boxers it
rippled with muscles. Frank got up. "My turn."

He brushed past Peter and Peter dropped the towel. Amber looked down at
the huge black banana swinging between his legs. It was as big and
powerful as the Reverend's, but Amber possessed power to, merely by
staring at it, the monster grew an inch and raised up a little. Peter
wasn't in a hurry to cover it up. He slowly stooped and brought the
towel back up wrapping it around his waist from behind so that his cock
was the last thing covered.

"Dis is one of my favorite movies," said Peter sitting beside her.

The screen now showed the judge in his quarters with the hot blonde DA
of Whytetrash County. He was telling her how much he respected her and
that he would need an assistant as he moved up to the state supreme
court. He lifted up his robes. The judge wasn't wearing pants and soon
the DA was slurping on his large penis.

Amber was only half watching the movie. The rest of the time she was
glancing down at the cockhead poking out from under Peter's towel or at
the bathroom. Frank had forgotten to close the door. She could see the
outline of his nude male body in the mirror. He opened the curtain and
toweled himself off.

"Damn movies make my dong hard," said Peter opening the towel. "Cant you
do something about this?"

Amber stared at the beautiful cock. It was so like the Reverend's, yet
so different. Peter's appeared even longer, maybe thirteen inches, but
not quite as thick. His cockhead was more streamlined whereas
Sharpspeare's was big and knobby. It was blacker and the veins appeared
puffier. Frank's was only eleven inches, but the thickest one she'd
seen. His cockhead was knobby, but hidden beneath his foreskin. He had
walked out of the bathroom nude, his erect cock now pointing right at
her mouth. She kissed the head. 

"Shit, I was first," complained Peter.

Amber stopped and looked at the two black men. "You promise not to tell
the Reverend?"

They both laughed and looked at each other. "We promise," they said. 

Amber pulled back the foreskin on Frank's and licked around the head.
She plopped it out of her mouth, then leaned down to do the same to
Peter. "Yeah, that's it bitch." Peter pushed down on the back of her
head making her swallow more. He was crude, yet she couldn't stop. She
even kept her lips wrapped around his cock as he slid back on the bed.
Amber found herself getting on all fours to follow him. Peter kept his
hands on her head guiding her while she felt Frank's hands come around
and start unbuttoning her blouse. She found herself going crazy for his
cock, sucking it like a madwoman. Amber only quit long enough for Frank
to pull her shirt off over her head. He then went to work on her slacks
while Peter let go of her head long enough to remove her bra.

A couple inches of Peter's cock was still sticking out of her mouth when
she felt Frank rubbing his fat cockhead along her slit. She was wearing
the crotchless panties Al had given her and Frank hadn't bothered to
remove them. Amber suddenly found her nose buried in Peter's pubic hair
as Frank slammed half his cock in her pussy. "Fuck bro, this baywatch
bitch has a hot pussy," growled Frank.

"Her mouth aint bad either."
 
Amber paid no attention to their crassness as she was too busy cumming.
Soon, Frank was fucking her with the full length of his cock and she
found it difficult to concentrate on Peter's, but she tried her best.
The fucking, sucking, and cumming continued for a good long while. Both
men came together. Peter"s first wad shot straight into her belly just
as Frank's began hosing her womb triggering a large orgasm that made her
scream. Peter's cock plopped out of her mouth as she screamed, long wads
of cum covering her face until she clamped her lips back over the tip to
get it under control.

Amber rolled over as soon as Frank pulled out a grin on her semen coated
face. That had been incredible. "I'm going to clean up," she said after
catching her breath. She walked to the bathroom and cleaned her face off
and scooped as much cum out of her pussy as she could get, but she knew
from experience she'd be leaking for hours. When she came out, Peter was
laying on the bed holding his erect cock up. "My turn to see how hot dat
pussy is."

Amber smiled at him and climbed on the bed. Soon she was lowering
herself over Peter's shaft moaning as he penetrated her. She could see
Frank coating his cock with gel. Frank walked around behind her and
straddled Peter's legs so that his cock was pointing at her ass while
Peter's was thrusting in and out of her pussy. Frank pulled her ass
cheeks apart and pushed his cockhead against her sphincter. It slid in
easily with the gel. "Oh my god, so big and full," moaned Amber.  

"Little slut like black cock?" asked Peter just before sucking one
nipple between his lips. 

"I love it. I love your black cocks." The Reverend had been right, she
didn't love him, she was hooked on his and all other black cocks. She
had thought Sharpspeare's was good, but two was better then one, then
why not three or four. The possibilities were endless, but Amber quit
thinking as the orgasms started cumming again.

Many minutes later, Amber got up to go clean herself again. Sperm poured
out of her ass.

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

Sperm poured out of her ass as Terry lowered herself over Sharpspeare's
cock. Her ass was sore, but it had felt good to get her butt stuffed
after the pain subsided. He hadn't asked permission, nor was it needed.
Al had bent her over a table and fucked her ass. Now she was riding him
like crazy and he was pulling on her nipples. "You know you only had to
do this once to prove you ain't racist?" he said.
   
"This time I'm doing it cause I love your cock. I never knew sex could
be this good."

There was a knocking on the door. "Terry, it's Tom. Are you almost
ready. I've been waiting two hours."

"Go away Tom, I'm not done yet. I'm almost cumming."

"Well hurry up," her husband replied.

"Terry, you're too big a slut for black cock to be racist," growled
Sharpspeare. "I'll drop the charges, but there's something I need you to
do for me...."

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

Al sat beside the superintendent at the press conference just as Terry
Baker approached the podium. Al handed the school super an invoice for
five million dollars. "Is this a joke? No way will we pay this," said
the Super.

"I accept full responsibility," said Terry into the mike. "My own
prejudices got in the way of my better judgement and I will allow the
three youths back into my classroom immediately."

"We could proceed with the 20 million civil rights suit if you prefer,"
Al whispered to the Super. 
 
"This is extortion."

"No it's compromise. Mrs Baker just admitted guilt, I'm letting you off
easy. Your insurance company will settle."

"I appologize to my students, to their parents, and to the good people
of the county," finished Terry.

Shouts of racist and bigot started in the audience until Al stood up.
"Thank you Mrs Baker. Citizens please." He held up his hands until the
crowd quieted. "Mrs Baker is a good teacher. Like many whites she is
unaware of her prejudices. After lengthy sessions with her, I believe
she will be a changed woman from now on. Nor is she entirely to blame.
The three youths have behaved badly in the past. Mrs Baker will be
spending time with each student to motivate them to graduate so that no
child is left behind. Upon graduation, I am flying the three
African-Americn youths to New York where they will enter one of the King
rehabilitation centers for troubled youths. There they will receive
training, fitness, and disciplining. When they come back, I promise you
they will be new men."

Al held up his hands to applause and camera flashes. Five million wasn't
bad for a few days work. Three of it would enhance the teens and the
other two would go into his account. He waved to the tv cameras and left
the stage.

The End


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