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Chapter 1

Maddie Goldberg bounced her thick white ass on Reshawn Titus's black cock like she was tethered to it by an elastic cable. She moaned and ran her fingers through her wavy dark hair and slammed her body down and down and down onto the black man's rod. Reshawn guided her with his meaty hands on her hips, digging his fingers into her smooth pale sides and letting her round white ass recoil as it collided with his sturdy thighs.

"Ride my dick, you little Jew whore-piece, ride!"

Throughout their youth, Maddie and Reshawn had just been drawn to each other. When Reshawn had first seen her newly-legal ass roaming the halls of their school, he wanted nothing more than to curl his fingers through the loops of her tiny pink shorts, yank them off and gape at the fleshy expanse of young white ass. There was no debating that her behind was spectacular. Every pair of pants she owned strained to contain what may have been the greatest ass in the world. On the days when she wore shirts that showed off her tight white midriff, you could behold in all its glory the curves that wound down her body and peaked at the soft jiggling roundness contained behind strained denim.

Reshawn knew immediately he was going to plow her for hours.

Maddie too had been drooling at her older ripped classmate. While it was known that the school let Reshawn stay around way past his age because he was such a star on the football team, Maddie had begun to wonder if it wasn't because he seemed to make every woman's thighs sticky and wet when they saw him working out at practice. When the sun was shining just right, and the sweat was glistening all the way from his big black shoulders down his hard ripped abs, Maddie found it hard to resist sticking more than a few fingers down the belt of her shorts and creating a big sticky mess in her pants.

Plus, of course, Maddie had noticed the bulge.

The school talked about it the same way they talked about anyone's hairstyle. Because, just like Maddie's pants all seemed inadequate at containing her own pulsing sexual figure, so did Reshawn's. When he wore shorts, the thick solid cylinder seemed to curl almost to risk falling out. Amongst the boys at the school, there was always a bitter kind of talk when it came to the subject. Reshawn took three gym classes each semester, and he spent much of it towelless walking around the locker room. The sway of his big black monster as he stepped was audible; even soft it looked threatening. Even worse was how, at times, seemingly u*********sly, he grabbed it in its midpoint, letting the thick fleshy penis slack in places, even. If you weren't careful in the locker room, you were likely to brush by him a little too close, and you'd be met with a warm bulbous fwack as the gerthy appendage grazed your leg.

Amongst the girls, Reshawn had sown his seed well enough that they feared not the warm pulsing sc**** against an unsuspecting leg, but instead discussed the hard rapidfire pleasure that his fully erect cock could bring. There were of course the uninitiated, the girls who squabbled over which cute white boy had been looking down her shirt during Biology, but these girls seemed silly and c***dish when compared with those who had experienced Reshawn first hand. It seemed that once you had felt his thick fingers roaming deep around your flesh, felt him pawing your breasts and sliding down your curves until he shoved his massiveness so deep into you that you found a new spring of pleasure that you alone nor any white boy had ever even come close too--it changed you. And so when you heard of some girl wondering if Ryan or Logan thought she was cute, you smiled and knew that was a realm outside anything you would ever go back to again.

Maddie Goldberg transferred to the area during Reshawn's second senior year. From the moment her long white legs stepped onto the school grounds, every man and every boy eagerly waited to peer down the corner and watch that beautiful behind sway as she stepped into some distance.

Maddie wasn't messing around. When the wealthy urban teen moved with her family from the big city, she brought with her not only her mesmerizing shape, but also knowledge of fashion, culture, and sophistication that made her an idol for all the prettiest and most popular girls in the place. In a matter of weeks, under her influence, the social scene of her school transformed from one in which these pretty girls slutted up, got too wasted, then blacked out and fucked whoever was the closest male, to one where the girls dressed in sexy dresses, drank wine slowly, and now seduced a wider range of men, even from outside the school. Of course, Reshawn was still able to have any girl he wanted at his beck and call, but the other boys mourned the loss of their too cheap whores.

At the start of the school year, Maddie and Reshawn were fucking every day. She'd wrap her bare legs around his waist as he slogged into her in the men's handicap stall, her moans drowning out the second period bell. He splayed her legs in the backseat of his car while the school stood in a mass during a fire drill. He also drained his balls all over her face and chin in one of the secluded corners of the library.

Reshawn and Maddie were both too horny to ever consider entering a relationship. Reshawn spent Fall Break slamming into the pussies of two of the girls who worked at the grocery store. Maddie went through a fling where she was living between the sheets of an African Studies professor from the community college. However, no matter how much pussy Reshawn destroyed, and no matter how much cock erupted all over Maddie's ass, the two always seemed to come back to each other for mind melting passionate fucking.

And so, the entire school, and eventually they themselves, began to call them boyfriend and girlfriend.

Chapter 2

On a Sunday afternoon, Chaz Hartman and Roger Cohen sat in Chaz's room and worked on homework.

"This history paper is so dumb," Roger said, "Why are we going over the Civil War again? We did that last year; I know all this stuff already."

"Tell me about it," Chaz responded, "At least it doesn't take long to write."

"True."

"Hey, check this out," Chaz said, scrolling down his Facebook, "Maddie Goldberg posted some new photos."

He turned his laptop to his friend. True enough, Maddie's profile now displayed some new images from the night before. Titled "Pool Party", the photos showed Maddie in a tiny silver bikini, the tube shaped top pushing up her smooth modest tits, and the thin string holding together the bottom straining under the pressure of her bountiful glistening derriere. The photos showed Maddie swimming in a crowded pool under some strobe lights, dancing in her bikini up against some burly black men, and even a few of her leaping into the pool, her ass stuck out behind her in a mid-air, gravity defying freeze frame.

Roger rushed over to Chaz's computer to see the photos. They both spent a ridiculous amount of time admiring Maddie's behind, more so than any other pair of guys in the school. They had a folder on their computers of photos they'd saved from her Facebook, and they frequently opened it when they each needed some personal relief. In fact, as they scrolled through the pool party photos, each of them was already imagining taking out their cocks and wanking furiously to the round teen behind.

Chaz and Roger were both some serious virgins. Chaz was overweight, pudgy, with longish black hair. He was Jewish, and he attended the same temple as Maddie Goldberg. On holidays, when he'd see her there, it would take all he could muster not to bust a nut right there in the pews. But Maddie didn't even know he existed. Roger was thin as a nail, with a hunched over back and some bad acne. He was also Jewish and was homeschooled by a tutor his whole life until high school. This meant he was extremely adept at math, though he wasn't as good at writing essays as Chaz was. His house was actually on the same block as Maddie's, and sometimes he would see her jogging in the mornings from his window. On those days, you could be sure he would have to churn one out before he left his room.

The closest the two dorks had ever come to pussy was on the screens of their well used laptops.

In fact, the two had no real females in their lives. Chaz, eager for pussy, tended to be too forwards and rude when he talked to girls, and so they all designated him a grade A creep. Roger was too shy and scared, and so no girl ever noticed he existed.

The only two women who ever seemed to speak to the two boys was their respective mothers, which may not seem like much. However, there was something very special about those mothers: they were both single and they were both smoking hot.

For as long as Chaz had known Roger, he had wanted to bang Roger's hot mom Esther. Esther Cohen was a tan Israeli hottie. She had had her son at an impossibly young age, and so even now that he was a senior in high school, Esther did not look a day older than even a sex minx like Maddie Goldberg. She had wavy dark blonde hair, and a dark tan complexion. What Chaz loved about Roger's mom was her big boobies. Her melons were massive, and seemed to always be displayed by the series of low cut t-shirts that Esther liked to wear. On any given day, it was likely Chaz could walk into Roger's house and find that stupendous rack bursting out of the skimpy shirt like it was a sculpture meant for display. Not to mention that Esther, a busy working single mom, seemed to be in a perpetually state of cleaning the house, which meant a lot of bending over to pick up laundry, socks, and whatnot, all the while giving Chaz a clear view of her dangling giant tits.

Esther also had a tendency to wear tight white pants. Chaz swore she must have a whole closet full. Fortunately for the horny young virgin, Esther Cohen did not seem to realize that her tiny black thongs were so easily visible in her tight white pants. This meant it was simple to get a sense of how shapely and firm her maternal ass was.

The young mother had been born in Israel. In her youth, Esther loved to drink and party in the Tel Aviv clubs, flirting and grinding with the Somali and Arab men. It was from one of these wild nights that she conceived her son. She never knew the father. Her father was a very conservative Orthodox Rabbi, so she fled to America rather than deal with him. Now, Esther worked for a modest boutique, helping women find clothes and shoes that they liked.

Roger had been equally interested in Chaz's hot young mom. Sondra Hartman was a wealthy, prissy Jewish American Princess. Chaz's house was like a mansion, and his sexy mother Sondra did little but lounge around it all day, drinking wine and laying by the pool. She had been born rich, and lived her whole life in wealth and luxury. When she was a teenager, she looked remarkably like Maddie Goldberg. When Roger first saw Maddie, he thought he was seeing a slightly different, younger Sondra. There were some key differences however, the main being Roger's favorite: Sondra had a superb set of big round titties. Chaz's young hip mom was constantly going out to fancy dinners and parties, and often Roger would get to see the young mother walk down the stairs in a long black dress with her white cleavage delicately held by the thin straps of her dress.

On more casual occasions, Sondra was taken to wearing tiny white shirts that seemed not only two sizes too tight for her bust, but also cut off with her pale bare midriff entirely exposed. The white shirts were so thin and tight that not only could he see Chaz's mom's nipples most of the time, but if it was hot out, or if she dripped a bit of liquid from a glass of water she was drinking, even the smallest drop could render an area of the shirt nearly transparent, and Roger could marvel at the shape, firmness, and size of Chaz's mom's breasts.

Like Maddie Goldberg, Sondra Hartman had had a few wild years in her youth. She quickly married, however, to an old rich Jewish banker, and he was able to get her pregnant just barely before he passed away. What he left was a sexy young wife, a pasty little son, and more money than either of them could ever spend.

As the two boys scrolled to a photo of Maddie lying on her stomach with her silver-bikini ass glared by the camera's flash, there was a knock on Chaz's door. He quickly closed the laptop, and in walked his buxom mother.

"Boys," Sondra said, "I need some help bringing out the garbage."

"Mom, we're busy!" Chaz barked back rudely. He was concealing a boner beneath the desk from the photos of Maddie he had just been looking at.

"I can help," Roger said eagerly. The mom smiled. "What a gentlemen," she said, and Roger walked with her to the kitchen. When he talked to Sondra, he tried his hardest not to look at her body, but it was difficult. Her tits were of course amazing, but there was something about that bare midriff that was particularly attractive. Maybe it was because she was such a curvy woman, and the stomach of the mother was still so youthful and spry. Roger constantly imagined grabbing her by the hips and feeling the warmth and resilience of her supple stomach.

Roger came back from the errand and sat next to Chaz again. Neither suspected the admiration that each of them had for the other's sexy mom.

"Did Maddie post anymore pictures?" Roger asked, a sultry kiss between Maddie and Chaz's mom playing in his head.

"No, just a status complaining about how hard her history essay is."

"Ha," chorted Roger, "That wasn't a hard essay at all."

"I know, but girls like Maddie Goldberg are so so sexy but so so dumb."

"Maybe we could help her."

"Yeah, I'd like to help her out of that bikini and into my pants."

"I wouldn't mind that. Imagine her coming over here and giving us both a good time."

"I'd write her whole history essay for her if she'd let me lick her asshole," blurted Chaz.

"Man, these new photos of her are really something! I think they might be even better than the ones from her trip to Jamaica."

"Which ones do you mean?" Chaz aksed.

Roger brought his computer over to where Chaz was sitting.

"This was has always been my favorite" he said, showing a photo of Maddie laying out in the sand on her stomach with just a tiny piece of cloth covering her gorgeous ass.

"Damn, I haven't seen these before, I don't think," Chaz realized, scrolling through on Roger's computer.

Through the open door of Chaz's room, Roger could see Sondra out in the living room, watching television on the couch. There was something so majestic about her breasts that day, Roger grew transfixed on the buxom figure.

"I'm going to grab a soda," Roger meekly said, hoping to get a new glance at the mother as he passed her by.

When Roger left, Chaz refreshed Maddie's profile on Roger's laptop. Still no new pictures; just the status complaining about the history.

Suddenly, Chaz thought of something. On his friend's computer, he carefully typed out the following comment.

"If you're having trouble, let us help."

And then he posted Roger's phone number.

When Roger came back and saw Chaz had used his account to confront Maddie, he flipped.

"Fuck you! Now she's going to think I'm as big of a creep as you!"

"Relax, she'll probably just never respond."

Chapter 3

Maddie was standing in Reshawn's kitchen frying eggs in a big pan. She was still in her silver bikini bottom from the night before, but she had shed her top and leaving her white well-formed chest bare as she made breakfast. She had woken up an hour ago, when the sun shone into Reshawn's bedroom. His big black hunk of a body was still passed on in the bed nude, his soft slab of manmeat sticking to the side of his leg by the residue of their nightly fucking. Maddie pulled out her laptop careful not to disturb her lover, she checked her facebook, her agenda, posted some photos of statuses, then headed topless to the kitchen to make something delicious for her hungry man.

By the time Maddie returned to the bedroom, Reshawn had begun to stir. Maddie set the tray of eggs, bacon, toast, and juice down by the table next to Reshawn and crawled back under the sheets. As Reshawn reached over to grab the food, Maddie ducked her head beneath the covers and wrapped her lips around Reshawn's stiffening black cock.

It was an unsaid agreement that any time Maddie spent the night, she had to make him breakfast and suck him off while he ate it.

Reshawn munched on toast and watched the sheets rise and fall as that pretty Jewish head bobbed up and down on his cock. "Mmm, baby, this is a delicious breakfast."

Maddie let the hard black cock slip from her lips, dripping saliva everywhere. "You're my delicious breakfast," she said sultrily before heading back and devouring his cock once more.

While Maddie worked her lips and tongue around the monster between Reshawn's legs, the black giant grabbed Maddie's computer to check the web too.

"Looks like you got a notification babe," he said, but Maddie didn't stop fellating him. He clicked the red signal and found the comment left on her status under the name Roger.

"Some Jew boy says he can help you with your history paper," he chuckled to her.

Maddie let the cock slip from her lips again, but replaced it with her two swift hands stroking the saliva-lubricated cock.

"It's probably just some creep trying to get in my pants."

"Maybe so," said her black boyfriend, "But he's saying he can help with that paper you've been complaining about."

"So what? I can write the damn paper myself, it's just a chore." Her hands stroked up and down the slippery hard monster.

"Look at it this way," Reshawn began, using his left hand to guide his cock back between Maddie's lips, "You invite him to your house. You give him the topic and tell him to help you by writing you some kind of rough draft. Meanwhile, you sit on the couch and watch tv, or go for a run, or fucking touch yourself until you stain your sheets, do whatever. Then you come back and he's got a paper done and ready that if you hand in, you get a good grade and you don't do a lift a finger."

Maddie's eyes looked up at Reshawn promisingly, but her lips were too busy swallowing cock for her to respond.

It wasn't until after Reshawn's hips had buckled, his shaft had pushed deeper into the girl's straining throat, and he had fed every drop of cum from his big black bells down that eager youth's gullet that Maddie could respond. Semen dripping down the sides of her mouth and onto her hands, Maddie paused a moment and said, "Without lifting a finger?"

"Damn right. Whenever I have a paper, I can usually muscle one of the smarter guys on the team to do the same for me. It's just instead of my big black muscle, you've got your fat white ass." And he leaned forwards and lent a might SMACK onto the slut's god-given gift.

"Oooh!" Maddie cooed, flinching, then sat up in the bed next to her lover. Topless and sticky, the girl grabbed her laptop and typed out a response.

"Looks like I don't have anything to do today after all," Maddie whispered smiling.

Reshawn sent his big black paw down her body and slipped it between her legs. When his fingers began to penetrate her, Maddie's eyes rolled back into her head, her chest strut out, and a big goofy grin took over her face. Maddie was in heaven.

Chapter 4

The boys were flabbergasted when they saw she had responded. Roger begged Chaz for forgiveness, and the two danced around Chaz's room at the prospect of going over to Maddie's home that evening.

They responded, saying it would be the two of them, and a few hours later, Maddie let them know that would be alright. From Maddie's view, it wasn't as if the two boys were strangers: she recognized both of them as awkward Jew boys from her classes who may have seemed a little gawky at times, but must have been generally innocent. She knew both Chaz and Roger from Temple.

When she answered the door that evening, she had just finished working out, and was sweaty in just a pink sports bra and tight cycling shorts. Her parents were out for dinner at their friends', and the house was quiet except for Maddie's workout music, which she had turned off when she went to get the door.

The two boys were standing out there awkwardly with their backpacks.

"Come on in," she said, letting them into her foyer. "You're Roger," she said, pointing to the tall skinny boy, "And you're Chaz."

"Right," Roger affirmed. Chaz was smiling too widely, and was having trouble looking elsewhere but at Maddie's tight pink bike shorts, and the white flesh straining behind it.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Maddie asked, walking away from them towards the kitchen in a way that now had Roger transfixed by her behind.

"We're fine," Chaz answered. Maddie grabbed a water bottle and drank it fast; the boys watched the cold liquid gulp down her throat and both felt their pants twitch at the sight.

Maddie was still immensely sweaty, and apologized, but the sweat only seemed to cement the girl in the boys' minds as some wild, a****listic fuck goddess. Chaz saw Maddie like an Egyptian queen, perspiring in the hot sun as an army of faithful Jewish slaves fanned her body vigorously. Roger saw her in the scorching jungle, standing bold in tattered clothes and mud as they all bowed down before her.

They all sat down on a circle of couches, and Maddie explained the idea for her paper. It was crude and elementary, but the boys couldn't care one bit. They were content and aroused just to be in the company of Maddie Goldberg.

"Do you get what I'm going for?" Maddie finally asked, and the two boys nodded. It was a messy paper, not very reaching, but they knew how they could twerk it to make it really interesting.

"Great!" Maddie exclaimed jubilantly, "I'm going to take a shower, and when I come back, we'll see what you boys have come up with."

The two boys followed Maddie with their eyes until she was out of sight, and then they opened their computers and got to work.

In the privacy of her own bathroom, Maddie stripped off her sports bra, shed her cycling shorts, and finally flung away her tiny pink thong panties. Standing naked with her bare feet on the cold tile floor, Maddie admired the shape of her body in the mirror before the stepped over the pile of her discarded clothes and into the shower.

The boys were typing when they heard the click of the shower turning on and the accompanying sound of running water. They continued to work, but both minds drifted to imagined scenes of what was behind the wall across from them. The warm water was running down Maddie's young white body. The shower's heat was turning the pale expanse of her jiggling behind a little pink. Her sizable breasts were slippery and soapy with long wet strands of her wavy hair sticking to her firm shoulders and long sexy back.

Maddie took her time in the shower. She let her fingers clean her skin vigorously. She shampooed her beautiful hair, then conditioned it, then shampooed it again. From out in the living room, the working boys could begin to smell the fruity soaps and lotions that the goddess close to them was rubbing all over her body.

Chaz and Roger were finished with the essay long before Maddie emerged from the bathroom. The two just sat there, listening to the sound of rushing water and the light melodic humming Maddie did as she scrubbed her body from head to ass to toe.

When the shower was off and Maddie had dried herself with a towel, she emerged stark naked from her bathroom and headed to her room. From the living room, the boys could not see into the hallway that connected the bathroom to the bedroom. If they could, they would have glanced, for a moment, Maddie's long naked form without of stitch of clothing covering her young firm body.

In her room, she put on a white bra to cover her modest breasts, and then a small pair of white panites. She added a tight purple tank top and a pair of navy blue shorts that had the name of her temple printed across the ass.

When she came back to the living room, she sat on the couch between the boys and read the essay off Chaz's computer. She liked that they had written it in a voice she might have used; the work could definitely both get a good grade and pass for her own.

As she read the words, Chaz and Roger lingered in the fruity smell of her freshly washed face and neck. Neither of them had ever been so close to a girl this sexy, and they were in a rapturous place of their own as her bare thighs kept brushing up against their own.

"Guys, this paper is so good!" Maddie was excited at how easy it was to have gotten her paper written. "Thank you, I'm going to go print it now."

She stood up with Chaz's laptop and headed to her room where she had her printer.

"Thank you so much, guys!" she called from her bedroom.

"Our pleasure," Roger called back.

"You have no idea how great this made my weekend."

Chaz was feeling bold. "It looks like you were having a great weekend anyway."

"What do you mean?" Maddie called back matter-of-factly.

"It just looks like you had a good time last night."

Maddie paused as the printer fed out the pages of her essay. To her, last night referred to the scene where she was grabbing the edges of Reshawn's mattress for dear life, moaning and laying flat on her stomach with the big black man using her hips for support and pumping into her from behind.

"Last night?" Maddie called back quizzically.

"Just from Facebook."

Oh! Maddie realized what he was referring to, and she relaxed and walked back into the room with her essay in hand. She sat in the chair opposite the couch.

"Yeah, last night was a crazy night! Were you two at that party?"

Roger and Chaz both shook their heads no. For a moment, Maddie had really forgotten that neither boy seemed to be the partying type.

"Well, it got a little insane. Do you know Tyrone, the running back for the football team? Well, Tyrone's got a handle of vodka, and he's taking one shot for himself, then pouring a shot into the mouth of some girl in a bikini, then taking another for himself, and so on. So he's super wasted, everyone is super wasted, and then Ellen Tan--you know Ellen, right, the Asian girl with the serious rack?--Ellen's downed a bottle of champagne and gets it in her mind to start messing with Tyrone, who is like four times the size of this girl. So Ellen leaps up and grabs Tyrone's handle of vodka and runs with it, and now Tyrone is chasing her around the pool, stumbling drunk a bit, and saying that if he catches Ellen, he's going to take back his drink and take her top off too, and Ellen says that if he can catch her, then that's all fair. So he now is gaining on her, because he's a goddamn athlete for god's sake, and he's pinned her down in the grass and he grabs his vodka and then, true to his word, he's yanked over Ellen's bikini and now Ellen's big Asian tits are out. A lot of the guys start cheering, and Tyrone gets it in his head to start chasing the other girls now, and everyone is accepting his stakes, that if he catches them, it's off with their tops and their titties get seen by everyone. So after a few minutes, you can imagine, Tyrone has caught nearly everyone and there are dozens of all kinds of boobies out there on the pool deck. So Tyrone comes chasing after me, and I tell him that if he touches one piece of my swimsuit, I will get Reshawn to fuck his ass up, but he just smiles and grabs me by the ankles and swings me upside down. He's dangling me up and down, shaking me, saying that if he can't pull of my clothes then he'll just let gravity do it. Now, I'm not too worried about my top because no matter how much he shakes me, I know that's tied tightly behind my back, but my bottoms aren't, and with every shake, I can feel the knots grow a little less secure around me. So now a lot of the guys have gathered around, because shaking a girl like me upside down (and trust me, I can never find a swimsuit bottom that really fits well), that gathers a crowd. I'm pretty drunk at this point, so I'm starting to resign myself to the fact that I'm about to go bottomless in front of everyone, but I wiggle my ankle free and Tyrone freaks and vaults me right into the pool and instead of my bottoms coming off up on land with tons of people watching, they instead slip off quietly underwater where maybe only three or four guys can see, and I'm able to readjust and get back to the party as if nothing has happened."

Maddie giggled and smiled with exuberance as she told the boys her story. They were eager listeners, and the attention they were showing her was palpable enough to reflect back and make her happy to share. It was clear to all parties that the story was arousing the boys, but Maddie was a good storyteller, and she knew that all great tales had elements of sexyness and risque to them.

The girl set her paper down on the table and hugged the boys goodbye. She was happy to have been able to turn the evening so productive so easily. As she led the two out her door, there was something exciting about it all. Reshawn had said that he got his papers written because he was so muscular, and that her sexiness was just like that. She hadn't understood it fully at the time, but now, with the ease with which her homework was solved and the sexual yearning over the boys' faces as she told them what was a pretty unspecial Saturday night for her, she felt that sense of power and superiority that Reshawn felt when he waved around his mighty cock in a locker room filled with Jewish guys only half his size.

Maddie's loins were aching and flowing, and she scribbled out a note for her parents then dashed off back to Reshawn's home for what would be her fourth serving of big black meat that day. The boys, back at their respective homes, could barely lock the doors to their rooms before they were madly stroking themselves, cumming all over their clothes and carpets. As Maddie spread her legs for the entrance of her favorite monster cock, the boys poured over her sensual facebook photos, until everyone was sticky and exhausted and fell asleep.

Chapter 5

When the history teacher went around the room and collected the papers, both boys were looking at Maddie to see if she'd give them a nod or a wink. Instead, she had her head down in her lap, where she was texting someone furtively and not giving the class, nevertheless the boys, a bit of her attention.

Though the boys spent their weeks thinking almost exclusively of Maddie, she didn't give them a second thought until it was another Sunday morning and she was about to crank open her math book. Then she gave a small smirk and gave her new friends a call.

In the next few weeks, Maddie was able to get Roger and Chaz to do close to all her classwork. On Sunday, she'd have them drop by, or meet them at Starbucks, and she'd give them a whole new week's worth of assignments in return for their pile of diligently completed work. Maddie's grades were rising, and the two boys were in a state of sexual bliss, devoting their time and effort to perfecting a creature they damn near worshipped.

One Sunday morning, Maddie woke up with a serious headache and found herself in a strange apartment. Recalling the night before, Maddie pieced together small images: her short gold dress, dancing at the club, cocktails, a dark skinned stranger, and then a night of violent sex and incessant orgasm.

She got out of the bed, her bare body feeling chilly as she scooped her clothes up from around the room. In the strips of light poking through the curtains, her dark skinned stranger could be seen passed out in the bed. He was kind of goofy looking, but the way the sheets bulged up at his midsection let her know that she hadn't made any kind of error.

"Sup kitty," lumbered the man's deep voice as he stirred to see Maddie getting dressed.

"It was a fun night," she said, giving him a weak smile.

"Could be a fun morning too," he said grinning. Maddie was holding her bra, panties, and dress but she was still naked, and her nipples were hardening in the cold air.

"It could be," Maddie responded, pressing her knees against the mattress. She crawled back onto the bed, curling up into the black stranger's arms. His big black hand immediately found a comfortable position cupping her supple behind.

Maddie's head nested against the black man's shoulder, she began moving her hand down beneath the sheets. A shiver went through her body when her fingers finally made contact with the solid flesh rod that was pulsing and rising with warmth.

Maddie scooted down the bed, pulled up the sheets, and devoted both hands to gripping his substantial thick cock.

"I bet you give a mighty fine handjob, little white Jew girl."

The cock pulsed, growing thicker between Maddie's thin white fingers.

"You wouldn't believe." Maddie had a way of responding that could give a stiffy to any red blooded male.

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You're not some ordinary white girl. You have experience with black cock, you've learned to appreciate and love it."

Maddie's fingers gripped the penis firmly and began stroking it with both hands, alternating directions and twisting her wrists to give every fiber of his cock her Jewish slut pleasure.

"The secret to giving a really great handjob," Maddie began, twisting and jerking her fingers faster while bringing her face close enough to the black cock that she could feel its warmth on her cheek, "Is to use your mouth."

In minutes, Maddie was slobbering down the entire length of his black shaft, her face was a mess of spit and slobber like some vicious sex hound. The black man's heavy balls convulsed, he buckled his hips and gave Maddie a delicious slurry breakfast of hot white glop directly down her esophagus. Maddie drank her fill, gathered her clothes, and with a wink she was out the door and already driving away.

The reason Maddie had the luxury of taking the time eat a filling hot breakfast was because, unlike every other student at her school, she was not spending the day writing the most important comprehensive research paper of the term.

She arrived home and took a moment to send a text to her two loyal "tutors".

"Hey, you can come by my house any time to drop off the work. It's such a nice day that I think I'm going to spend a few hours in the jacuzzi, so just come out back when you arrive."

Maddie knew that greeting the boys from the jacuzzi, where she could wear any one of her assortment of skimpy bikinis, would drive the boys mad with lust. But she was feeling flirtatious after swallowing that whole load of black man's cum.

When both boys got the message, they each groaned aloud at the tease of Maddie in a bikini. They had spent the week doing all of their own and Maddie's assignments, but today, they had not only to each write half of Maddie's major research paper, they had their own to write too. Roger had spent the whole weekend cooped up in his room working, and he knew he couldn't spare even the time it took to drive to Maddie's. Chaz too was in his own room studying, and he wished he could pawn it all on someone too so that he could bathe with Maddie in her jacuzzi.

Maddie waited all afternoon in her backyard. She had chosen the skimpiest of all her swimsuits, what was basically close to no fabric. The top struggled to cover her nipples but pushed her breasts into a round seductive shape, and the bottoms were equivalent to, in all senses of the word, as if she had worn no bottoms at all.

She finally dried off when it got dark and went inside to check her phone. She had a few frantic messages from the boys. They both were apologizing like some kind of idiots, begginer her forgiveness that they couldn't make it, but saying that she should stop by each of their homes to get her work because they can't spare the time to leave. Maddie sighed. She not only had to drive to one house, but to two? She might as well have written the damn paper herself, she thought.

When she stripped off her bikini to change into something more traditional, Maddie contemplated her disappointment. She was so excited to have the boys come and oggle her in her bikini. It was analogous to the thrill she got from powerful black men. Just as their massiveness and force revealed their strength and power, so did the two boys' timidity and awkwardness remind Maddie of just how powerful her black lovers were. It was as if the two nerds reminded Maddie of what a real dominant man was: it was NOT Chaz and NOT Roger. Just as her loins yearned to submit fully to the power of her black lovers, so did she wish to dominate the lives of these pathetic boys, to have them cream themselves at her slightest touch and to have them on their knees begging her approval, licking her toes and her feet.

It wasn't that long of a drive to get to Chaz's house. Since Roger lived closer, she could get the far drive out of the way then stop by Roger before coming home.

Maddie knocked on the door three times. When the door opened, she was surprised by what she saw.

Sondra Hartman had spent the day shopping, buying some dresses, shirts, pants, skirts, and even a good amount of lingerie. When she left she house, Sondra needed to look good and fresh, wearing something new, expensive, and stylish. She was a widow, yes, she was a mother, yes, but first and foremost she was a sexy woman, and she wanted to make that known.

In the comfort of her own home, however, Sondra wore what she always wore: tight black pants that accentuated her curves, and an even tight shirt cut off beneath her considerable breasts. Sondra had a rack like two coconuts, and a tight flat stomach that was the product of toning and doing crunches every day.

"You must be Maddie, come in," Sondra said, taking the young girl into her home. It took Maddie a few moments to realize this woman was a mother. She just had a youthful glow and exuberance to her that most mothers did not have.

There was a reason for this, in part. Sondra Hartman was not a neglectful mother, but you could hardly say she was always there for little Chaz. Her life consisted of playing tennis, going on exotic trips, going to fancy parties, and spending money for the sake of spending money. She didn't have the burdens and stressors that most mothers had, because when it came down to it, there was always a hireable nanny to take care of Chaz.

Because of this, Sondra Hartman floated through time like some kind of eternal goddess. She looked youthful, tan, and buxom, she wore sexy outfits and flirted with most men she met. She had fun adventurous stories about vacations and interesting people she had met. She was sharp as a whip, cultured in all sorts of societies, and, best of all, a passionate drop-dead gorgeous lover.

But Chaz and his mom lived in different worlds. He wasn't interested in travel or culture, and he holed himself up in his room to go on the computer. They loved each other very much, but for the most part, they left each other alone.

"Chaz, your friend Maddie is here," beckoned Sondra, standing outside her son's door.

Chaz's heart jumped. He needed to shower, to clean himself up before he saw Maddie.

"Give me a few minutes!" he yelled, ducking into the bathroom connected to his room.

Sondra went back to the kitchen where she had left Maddie sitting at a countertop.

"He'll be here in a moment," she said.

"This is a lovely house," Maddie said, in awe of how nice the home was.

"Thank you," Sondra responded, "I tried to model it after a place I like to stay in Rome."

"You've been to Rome?" Maddie asked, "How was it?"

"Oh, it's absolutely wonderful. I try to go every few weeks."

"Every few weeks?"

Maddie pressed the young mother further for details, which Sondra was happy to tell. They talked about travel, but the conversation turned to a lot of different places. Maddie and Sondra shopped at some of the same stores, Sondra told Maddie about some restaurants in the area Maddie had never heard of, Maddie told Sondra about some of the clubs that she liked to frequent. Maddie hadn't been able to speak to someone like this since she moved away from the city.

Soon enough, Chaz came in, dressed messily, carrying a pile of assignments he had completed for Maddie.

"I was really enjoying talking to your mom, Chaz," Maddie told him, taking the pile of papers from him.

"Really?" Chaz asked, quizzically.

"Your friend is very lovely," Sondra told her son.

Pretty soon, though, the two ladies resumed talking as if Chaz wasn't there. As much as Chaz wanted to stay in the same room as the ever-so-sexy Maddie, he felt the tug of his research essay, and he realized that with his mom in the room, he wasn't going to get any kind of sexy remark from Maddie anyway.

"I'll be in my room, working," he said, getting up to go, "It's good seeing you Maddie."

But the girl didn't even acknowledge his farewell, she was so engrossed in talking to Sondra.

When Chaz was safely in his room, half working and half touching himself to the sound of Maddie's voice across his home, a knocking rang out throughout the house.

"I almost forgot" Sondra yelled, getting up, "I invited a friend over, he's a congressional candidate and I'm volunteering for his campaign. Do you know a lot about politics?"

"Not really," Maddie admitted.

"It's important for young people to get involved," Sondra said, "And the lifestyle is luxurious. Candidate Stone raised himself up from a poor black neighborhood, but now he lives in this beautiful house, and you should see his car! Stay and meet him with me."

Maddie smiled. Black? Rich? "That'd be amazing, sure." She took out her phone and sent a quick series of texts. Reshawn could stop by Roger's for her to get the rest of her work.

"Great!" Sondra said, heading for the door and using her hands to smooth down her tiny white shirt so there weren't any wrinkles. Maddie took a deep breath and smiled.

Chapter 6

Reshawn lit up a big fat joint in his room. He had inhaled his chest fully for the sixth or seventh time when his phone vibrated on the dresser. Keeping the marijuana in his lungs, he reached over his bed to check his message. Reshawn exhaled.

"Shit, I'm high as balls," he said, trying to read his girlfriend's text.

Maddie had sent him Roger's address; she wanted him to drop by and grab her work.

"Fuck that shit," Reshawn chortled, and he sprawled out on his bed and turned on the tv.

As his hands reached down instinctively to grip and grab at his big cock, he started to arouse himself briefly. He thought about Maddie and her big juicy ass, and he realized if he didn't get her work for her, she might get bad and not let him jizz down her throat before school tomorrow.

Putting on some gym shorts and a wife beater, Reshawn stumbled with his keys and made his way outside to his car. The address wasn't too far away, just across the railroad tracks out of the black side of town.

Esther was sitting on her living room floor with her legs spread. The box that the bookcase came in was in shreds around the carpet, and Esther was fuddling with trying to insert this wooden piece here and that peg there, and none of it was working.

Her hair was messy, she wasn't wearing much makeup, and the only clothes she had on were some hot pink shorts and a white tank top. Esther had been working on the bookcase all evening with no avail. Exhausted and tired, she imagined herself back in her youth, before she got pregnant or moved to the states. Back then, she could wear hot pink shorts like this when she went out clubbing, not just for lounging around the house. In the spring and summer, when the American college k**s would flock down to party, all Esther had to do was put on any thin white shirt and head to the beach and she knew she could find something fun. They would spray her body was cold water and the fabric of her shirt would stick to her hard nipples. They would all stare. Everyone always stared. Esther's breasts were always unbelievably huge. She walked around with eyes glued to her chest like an arts and crafts project. Esther wasn't shy. When some drunk boys asked her to flash them, she didn't waste a moment in flinging the entire cloth to the side and leaving her shirt in the sand. And then, for the most daring, she'd follow them back to their expensive hotels and slip their American cocks between her mountainous tits. Over the years, the fleshy mass of Esther's tits swallowed up more cocks than she could count. Oftentimes, she would almost forget they were thrusting into her, her tits were so big, but then she'd feel a warm splat onto her face, and her tongue would come up to lick away the mess of American cum.

These days, Esther dated some, but it wasn't the same. She had gained a little weight since then, but when she looked in the mirror, she still saw breasts bigger than any guy could handle, now with some love handles that invited men's grasp, and even some hips and ass that the youthful Esther couldn't hold a candle to.

Guys her own age didn't fuck her the way the young men used to. They took her out to dinner, they brought her to plays. When they did enter the bedroom, they grunted and snorted and rolled off of her before she could even begin to be satisfied.

There was one ex she saw a few years ago, though, who had ignited some fire in her loins for the first time in a while. Roger was just starting middle school, and he was playing some weekly youth soccer. The coach was a tall, older black man who was nice to all the parents, but especially to Esther. You could tell he was appreciating the sizable assets Esther tucked away behind tight sweaters.

The first time she sucked his cock, she was amazed at its size and girth. She had never been with a black man before. However, while the youthful Jewish boys with small cocks who could pound her so well before aged and grew into apathetic bankers and lawyers, this black coach was more voracious and powerful than any of the Jewish boys. It was a pleasure to cup his balls in her hands, lick the side of his veiny immense shaft, and alternate engulfing his big cock between her lips and between her tits. When he came, his big balls convulsed so hard that the first shot of cum left a kind of red mark on her cheek, one that when she saw in the morning in the mirror over the next few days gave her a rush of sexual pleasure.

They only fucked once: a vicious and powerful lovemaking where he pinched her nipples, rode her from behind, and made great use of Esther's big fuckable titties. In the end, however, there was no second time; the coach was offered some other job in some other city and so he moved away.

This was what entered Esther's mind when she answered the ringing doorbell and found the big muscular Reshawn standing there.

"Are you Roger?" the glazed Reshawn said, eyes stuck down at Esther's bountiful breasts and not really remembering why he was here in the first place.

"Roger's my son," Esther said tentatively, looking the black man up and down. She could see his muscles through his shirt and she found herself intrigued.

"Come on in," Esther invited.

She started to lead Reshawn up the stairs to where her son was, but he stopped in the living room.

"What's all this shit?" he asked, staring at the broken wood and mess of cardboard where Esther had been trying to assemble her bookcase.

"Just a project I've been trying, but I haven't gotten the hang of it. It isn't easy to bend it all into place."

"Give me a go at it," Reshawn said, heading into the living room. He was high, and already forgot both who Roger was or about the sexy mom he had been oggling a moment ago.

Reshawn began to work with the wood while Esther watched. He was so strong! she noticed. Standing there, watching him as his toned body moved pieces of plank around and up, she felt a little naughty. She didn't even know this young man's name and she had let him into her house. Did he even know her son?

"So you're a friend of Roger's?" Esther called out.

"Roger? Yeah, I know him." Reshawn's brain flooded with the image of a scrawny looking Jewish k**, showering during gym in the corner and washing his tiny little balls. It made him chuckle a little.

"Something's funny?" Esther asked, confused.

"What?" Reshawn asked, forgetting.

"I'm Esther," she introduced.

Reshawn stopped working and looked up at the mother. He once again noticed her big tits, barely contained in the tight white tank top she was wearing. Reshawn was almost exclusively an ass man, but right now, in this state of mind, he was thinking that some nice big old titties like those sounded awful nice.

"Esther," he repeated the name, almost licking his lips as his d**g addled imagination took him place.

"I'm Reshawn," he finally realized to say.

"Are you hungry?" the mom asked, seeing Reshawn go back to working on the bookcase, "I was just about to heat up dinner for myself and Roger. Some enchiladas."

Enchiladas sounded so fucking good to Reshawn right now. He wanted that big titty bitch to walk out naked with a big tray of food, and feed it to him while she sucked down as much of his cock as she could handle....

"Enchiladas sounds good," Reshawn mildly responded as he ripped off Esther's clothes with his imagination.

Esther continued to fix dinner as Reshawn worked with the bookcase. Having not been very successful herself, Esther didn't realize that Reshawn was really just mashing pieces together and hoping they would fit. To her, it looked like Reshawn was really doing something, what with the strength with which he worked, and the way he seemed so intently focused. Esther hadn't smoked weed in a long time...

When the food was ready, Esther called for Reshawn to come sit. From here, it looked like he had made some progress with the bookcase. She was very excited. She yelled up the stairs for Roger to come down and join them.

Roger was unnerved to see Reshawn sitting at his dining table. Normally it was just him and his mom, never anyone else. And especially not the big black bully from his school.

"Sup little dork," Reshawn yelled to Roger.

"What are you doing here?"

"Maddie sent me to get your work and your mom over here invited me to eat." He was sobering up a little.

"Mom, why didn't you tell me he was here? I would've given him the work so he can get out of here." Roger was getting angry at his mom now.

"Calm down little man!" Reshawn yelled powerfully, "Your momma just needed some help with this bookcase. It doesn't look like she has a man around the house, does she?"

"No," Esther answered, looking at the black boy, "I don't that's right."

Reshawn smiled a shit eating grin. Esther set the meal onto the table and they all began to eat.

"So what do you do, Reshawn?" Esther asked, showing interest in her black guest by scooting her chair closer to him.

"Football," Reshawn answered, shoving a lot of food into his mouth.

"Wow, that sounds intense. You must have to work out a lot."

Still chewing, Reshawn lifted up his shirt to show off his rock hard glistening abs. The way the light reflected off his velvet black skin was enough to give Esther a rush of blood through her body that she hadn't felt in years.

"Oh my!" Esther said, losing herself a little, "You have an incredible body!" She had forgotten that her son was sitting right next to her.

Reshawn guffawed, adding "You haven't seen the start of it, woman." He was of course referring to his gargantuan schlong, something Roger knew immediately, just like everyone at school. With his busty mom sitting so close, and the riotous black man shouting out about his venerable b**stly cock, Roger began to feel more and more uncomfortable. He just wanted to get Maddie's papers and give them to the boy so that he could get out of there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Esther asked her son as he stood up.

"I'm getting what Reshawn came here for so he can leave."

"Why, sit back down! Who said you could leave the table?"

"Yeah sit down, little man," Reshawn echoed, "Your momma's a beautiful woman and you should listen to what she says."

The son shuddered at Reshawn's comment. The image of Reshawn and his mom, stripped down and sweaty, getting intimate, was too much for him.

"Son, why are you being so rude to our guest?" Esther barked at the boy.

"Mom, he's a bully and I don't want him here."

Esther stood up and smacked her son upside the head.

"He's a bully? Well what did he do to you?"

Reshawn sat smiling at the end of one table, feeling his loins stir at the fiery hot mom in motion.

"Mom, I don't want to say."

Smack!

"You don't want to say? You're going to insult our guest and not say?"

"Mom please!"

Smack smack smack!

Reshawn laughed and laughed at the other end of the table.

"Okay fine!" Roger shot Reshawn an angry glance, but he just laughed and laughed.

"Sometimes," Roger began, "In the locker room... He takes his... his THING, and he hits people with it."

Esther had an idea of what her son meant, but there's no way that was what he meant.

"Speak up, what do you mean his thing?"

"He means my THING!" Reshawn yelled, laughing and laughing. He remembered all this.

"His thing, mom..." Roger mumbled, "His cock."

"His cock?" Esther yelled, and just hearing the word roll off her tongue was enough to make Roger's head sting, "He hits you with his cock? And that hurts? How is that possible?"

"Mom, I don't want to be talking about this, he's right here--"

SMACK

"Okay, okay, mom, his thing is like enormous!"

The two looked across the table and the laughing Reshawn.

"No way," Esther said, "Is this true?"

"True as it come motherfucker!" Reshawn yelled, laughing and laughing. The buxom mom headed over to where he was sitting.

"No way," she said, leaning over Reshawn's lap, her bust swaying at his eye level. He started to reach one hand up towards the mesmerizing titties.

But before he could even do that, Esther had one hand down the waist of his trousers. Her slender light fingers fished down in there, and they came back out wrapped around the thick massive cylinder of Reshawn's hardening cock.

She held it up in his lap with a firm grip, high up enough so that Roger across the table could see. In the middle of the dining room, the sexy mom was half bent over the black man's lap gripping his big black cock out for all to see.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed the excited buxom mother.

"Mom!" yelled Roger, seeing the black grow grow in his mother's grip. As she held it, Esther could feel its pulse and warmth.

"Hold that cock right there, sexy mama," grinned Reshawn. Esther was locked in vision to the black monster.

Reshawn smiled and smiled. He looked back between the big dangling tits in front of him, the gasp and surprise on the mother's face, and the panicked looking loser across the table.

"What you gonna do next?"

Chapter 7

Sondra walked out back by the pool looking extremely sexy carrying a tray of drinks. She was still wearing the small tight white shirt with the black pants, but the cold night air made her skin grow taut, and her stomach looked so flat that you could rest your head on it and look right up it at her round beautiful tits.

Maddie and Candidate Stone were sitting at an outdoor table by the pool, talking about Maddie's school and Stone's ideas for education. Sondra joined them at the small circular table

"Thank you, Sondra," Stone said politely. His voice was a deep and masculine baritone. In fact, everything about Stone was deep and masculine. He was a broad shouldered, strong looking black man with a gorgeous white smile. He wasn't the gangster type that Maddie had sucked off that morning, he was smart looking, educated: a politician.

"Well, the way I see it, the most failing part of my education has been sexual," Maddie added. Sondra looked at the young woman and back at the candidate with a little bit of tension. Despite the liberal outfit she was wearing, Sondra was at heart a conservative. She had her lovers and affairs, but they were closed doors, the kind of thing you don't talk about in public. Maddie was being so bold by bringing this up.

The Candidate didn't even bat an eye though.

"I absolutely agree," he said to the eighteen-year old beauty, "We're not doing enough for sex education."

"Tell me about it!" Maddie responded emphatically. She may not know a lot about politics, but she knew sex.

"Like here's an example," the young woman said, "We just had a class in which they introduced the idea of oral sex. Which is all well and good, every girl's got to learn how to bob on the cob at some point. But they didn't seem to acknowledge any kind of technique. They showed you that sometimes you need to use a condom even if it's only with your mouth, but they failed to really get into the great part of sucking cock. Sure, maybe I understand that you need to take the whole cock into your mouth, really get saliva dripping from the corners of your lips and ravage the shaft and head with the force of your tongue, but other girls probably don't. If they don't teach this kind of thing in school, we're going to have a generation of girls giving awful blowjobs and they'll be tons of sexually frustrated men."

"That's very interesting," the Congressman said nodding, "I hadn't thought of that. So you're saying we need to teach not only safe sex, but how to have great sex too."

"Exactly my point!" Maddie exclaimed, and she and Stone laughed. Sondra looked at this woman and smirked. What an interesting little doll she is, Sondra thought. So flirty, so confident.

"I have a lot of other thoughts, too," Maddie added, and the Congressman urged her to go on.

"In addition," the cute jewess began, "We have to acknowledge race and its role in sex."

"Race, that's very interesting," Stone nodded, "Elaborate."

"Well, I just think we need to educate the students about how race affects sexual performance. Because it does."

"Of course," agreed Stone.

"Here's a good example. I'm Jewish, were you aware?"

"I might've been able to tell."

"You are too, right Ms. Hartman?"

Sondra nodded. "Maddie, dear, call me Sondra."

"Right. Sondra and I are both Jewish. And look at my body." Maddie stood up to show the Congressman. She twirled for him, making sure he could soak in every bit of her fine supple frame.

"You can see how race would affect the kind of body I have, and how the kind of body I have affects my sexual performance. The fact that I'm Jewish has given me this long dark hair, which men like to pull and hold onto during intercourse."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"They grab me by the hair and hold it back as they fuck me." Stone nodded and urged her to continue.

Were they being serious? Sondra looked in amazement at the ease with which this young classy girl discussed her sex life with this complete stranger. Sondra would never be so bold, yet, in looking at this young woman, she began to feel some courage.

"Sondra what do you think?" Maddie asked. Sondra had been in her own world, and was caught off guard with the question.

"Well," the young mom began, "I think I agree." The two waited for her to go on.

"Like, Maddie, your behind is very... particular."

Madie leaned her back inwards and arched out her ass.

"It is, that's right," Maddie said, "A lot of Jewish women have these perky, fleshy behinds." Maddie, in her short shorts, jiggled her hips to further display her luscious butt.

"I can see what you're both saying," Stone agreed.

"But Jewish men are different," continued Maddie, sitting down, "They tend to be pudgy, short, probably balding. And then of course, there's cock size."

"Cock size has got to be a huge part of race and sex," inferred the Congressman.

"Absolutely. And Jewish men tend me have some of the smallest and least satisfying cocks of all the races."

"Is that true?" asked Stone.

"Ask Sondra, she was married to a Jewish man, and they had a son together." They two looked to Sondra.

"Well, yes," she admitted, "He wasn't very big at all."

"How big?" asked Maddie, holding her hands about six inches apart. "Like this?"

"No, smaller." Maddie moved her hands together a little more. "This?" "Smaller." She moved them about three inches apart. "This?" "That looks about right."

"Why, that's incredibly small!" declared Stone.

"That really is!" Maddie said, herself in disbelief. It's not as if she had seen a lot of Jewish cocks anyway.

Sondra was growing bolder, and so she went on.

"And Chaz, my son," she began, "He's even smaller."

Maddie bursted out into a laugh.

"Is Chaz really even smaller than that?"

"He is. I've noticed before on vacations, showers, you name it."

The three of them shot a look up at the lit window of Chaz's bedroom, where he was still working, oblivious to them out here. They sat quiet for a moment, all of them beginning to feel the buzz of the drinks Sondra had served.

"What about blacks?" asked Congressman Stone.

"Well, what about blacks?" Maddie returned.

"In terms of size."

"Well, in my experience, blacks tend to have some of the largest and most potent cocks."

Experience? wondered Sondra. What kind of spectacular beauty was this girl?

"Interesting," replied Stone.

"What, is this news to you?" Maddie asked, "I would think that you, as a black man, would be totally aware of this face."

"In a sense, I was," admitted the Congressman, "But you don't seem to understand black culture very much."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well, it's not about having a bigger more potent cocks," the slightly drunk Stone continued, "It's just about being bigger more potent people."

"Go on," Maddie inquired, intrigued.

"Sex is a part of it, and so having large amazing members is a part of it. But it's about being athletic, strong, powerful in every way. Look at the black man in the presidency. Look at our athletes, and our best movie stars. They're all black citizens, striving and showing superiority at every corner."

Maddie let Congressman Stone's words seep in. They sounded to her correct, it explained a lot of Reshawn's behavior, for one.

"So you're saying," asked Sondra, "That blacks are just trying to be better and stronger in every way?"

"Not that they're trying," said Stone, "That they are better and stronger in every way."

Sondra was interested, getting slightly drunk, and shown courage by Maddie's own display.

"So what does that really mean?" she asked.

"You have a son, right?" he asked. Sondra nodded. "For instance, does he ever use this pool?"

"Never," Sondra admitted, taking another sip, "I tan out here, but he spends all his time in his room."

"That's precisely it," Stone argued, "Jewish men, they're not interested in the right kind of strength or power. I swim thirty laps every day an