The Black Power Virus: Gold Digger

Gene's hands explored his firm chest "I can see that." The first time around, Gene was a little disappointed by his 6 inch cock, but thought he was a sweet and shy 20 year old. Her hands kept roaming and reached his pants. When she slipped her hand in, she pulled out something far more impressive. "What the fuck?..." Gene stroked Charlie and watched him grow to 10 inches. Possibly more. "How is this possible??" Gene wondered aloud.

"Who cares?" Charlie pushed her down to stuff her mouth with his cock.

The other men in the group high-fived each other "Never thought Little Charlie would take the first hoe." A random man commented. The men quickly started disrobing and pulled Janine into the room. "James, how did your broke ass get such top shelf pussy?"

Janine bent at the waist immediately and moaned loudly when she felt a harsh smack to her cherry shaped ass. Five men descended on her and she was quickly surrounded.

Some of the men watched in awe as Lydia slid up and down Grady's enormous cock. They couldn't believe how big he was, but they were truly astonished that the strawberry blonde could take so much dick. She was in a reverse cowgirl position and faced the group of men. They could see every twitch, every emotion as she happily rode the black bull. Some of the men felt emasculated, but the virus worked its way into each and every one of them. In a month's time, they'd be able to compete with such a man.

'Little' Charlie had the benefit of being infected during his first encounter with Gene. He yanked her by the hair to get her hungry mouth off of his cock. He shoved her face towards Janine's pussy. Gene didn't have any particular bi tendencies, but she knew that the men would like to see her eat the bitch out. 'Excited men means better fucking...' Gene rationalized in her primitive one-track mind. Her tongue slid right into the excited parole officer and made her clench her thighs around Gene's head. Gene decided that she sorta liked eating pussy when Charlie plunged deep inside her from behind. Her moans were muffled, but Janine made enough noise for the both of them.

From then on, it was a free for all. Janine felt like a fat kid in a candy store. Her eyes wandered from cock to cock. It took her a moment to decide, but she grabbed two and stuffed her mouth with a third. Gene's tongue felt nice, but there was no proper substitute for someone like Grady or James in her pussy. Janine got a work out stroking two guys and sucking another at the same time. She couldn't believe that she used to spend her days locking black people up. Once she discovered black cock, she became the most lenient parole officer possible. She didn't really care what they did, as long as they bribed her with a hard fucking.

Gene felt Janine shake and cum from her mouth and her legs loosened their grip on her face. She took a breath and was met with Grady's cum canon aimed directly at her face. Without warning, he went off at point blank range. Her face was instantly blasted with thick jizz. She opened her mouth in shock and learned what it meant to drink from a fire hose. She almost choked, but took control of her gag reflex and guzzled down the next few shots. Grady eventually aimed at her tits when she couldn't swallow anymore. When Gene stood up, she looked like she was gangbanged by the whole building.

The sight of the cum-drenched woman somewhat deflated the atmosphere in the room. Everyone felt emasculated and embarrassed when James checked in. "Janine, Lydia why don't you take this party into the other room." Everyone moved except for Gene and Grady. "What the fuck Grady?! You're screwing everything up. You don't contribute at all. I think it's time you moved out. I need my own space."

Grady looked at James dismissively "Whateva, nigga. Throw me out for being me at a party." He tried to guilt trip James.

A smile started to curl on Gene's face "Ummmm, I think I have an idea that benefits everyone."

............

Paul should have been studying, but Genevieve never left his thoughts. 'What was she doing all day? Is she getting cold feet? Acting out before the wedding? Am I being paranoid?' The questions swirled in his mind. He felt like he was going to be sick.

The door opened and Genevieve walked inside. For a moment, he was just happy to have her come back. She didn't decide to leave him forever. However, she was closely followed by a tall, dangerous looking black man. "Baby, this is my work colleague's cousin Grady. He's fallen on hard times and I offered to let him use our guest room."

Paul had no idea what to think as he looked up at the tall, muscular black man. This was the last thing he expected to happen. One thing was sure though, Genevieve would never cheat on him with a black guy. She thought they were low class. Paul thought her racism was distasteful, but it was one of the many things that he didn't call her out on. He warily put his hand out to shake.

Grady shook his hand with a death grip. Paul wanted to yell out in pain, but tried his best to not show it. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope this is only for a few weeks. My old lady kicked me out and I hope to patch things up." Grady lied.

Grady's excuse somewhat put Paul at ease "I'm sure you'll get her soon."

Gene almost wanted to laugh at her sad fiancée's prophetic words.

Grady acted like a gentleman for the rest of the night and tried his best to put the white boy at ease. Grady wouldn't be fucking as much for the moment, but he would enjoy this new game. He had nothing personally against Paul, but a white cop arrested him, a white judge and white jury put him away and white gangs made prison hard to deal with. He hated white boys and loved nothing more than taking away their women.

Over the next week, Grady was an awkward presence in the house for Paul. He never seemed to wear a shirt, which caused both white people in the house to stare and sneak glances. Paul was downright intimidated and tried his best to stay on Grady's good side. He was easily 100 pounds of muscle more than the scrawny white boy. Genevieve just seemed to act way more feminine around him. She didn't have the same harsh edge to her personality. She smiled adoringly at him and made way more physical contact. A touch of the arm here, a friendly hug there, etc... It made Paul feel like the third wheel.

One night, Paul was cooking dinner as Grady and Genevieve watched a horror movie. He wore an apron and walked in to ask a question, but the words caught in his throat. The horror movie was playing a short sex scene (in which the participants would no doubt be murdered). Grady was shirtless as always and wore sweat pants. Paul gasped when he saw the size of his erection running down his pant leg. He could clearly make out the thick log. Thankfully, Genevieve didn't seem to notice.

In the movie, the killer popped up and attacked the couple. Genevieve yelped and snuggled into Grady's arms. Paul had seen Genevieve watch plenty of gory movies without flinching, but now she buried her face into the nape of Grady's neck. Paul debated saying something. He wanted to so badly, but meekly returned to the kitchen.

On the couch, Gene giggled "What a faggot." She whispered to Grady "Or maybe he already knows who owns this pussy." She gave his ear a little lick.

Grady whispered back "Then why we playing it on the down low?"

"I want to see how far we can take it. Be patient." She snuck a quick kiss to his cheek. She got a naughty idea and started to stroke Grady's erection with her fingertips through his sweatpants. She did it very slowly and lightly and went back to watching the movie.

Eventually Paul finished cooking and returned to the living room. He watched as Genevieve seemed to subconsciously rub Grady's huge bulge. Her finger tips trailed up and down the length. Paul was upset, but part of him always wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. He wasn't sure if she meant to do it or not. Instead of being confrontational, he loudly cleared his throat. Genevieve seemed to snap out of it and blush for a moment, as if she did something embarrassing. "Dinner's ready." He announced.

Later that evening, Genevieve sat up reading in bed. Paul debated bringing the matter up. After much hemming and hawing "Genevieve, I have to say I'm concerned about how close you are with Grady."

Gene looked at the poor white boy with feigned surprise "Why would you be... Oh right, I'm so embarrassed. I got really into the movie and my hand just kinda took on a life of its own. It was an accident sweetie."

Paul seemed more or less satisfied with the answer and got into bed. He was about to go to sleep when Genevieve continued "I don't think you have anything to worry about. Nothing that big could possibly fit. He's wayyyy too much man for me."

Paul wanted to defend himself and say he was every bit the man Grady was, but couldn't believe the lie himself "I didn't really get a great look at anything, but... ok."

Gene wasn't done yet. She reached around and started cupping his white penis "What bugs me, is that you couldn't even be man enough to stop it. You didn't yell at us, didn't try to fight Grady..." Her cupping began to tighten painfully and Paul groaned "I might have been doing it by accident, but Grady knew what was happening... You let things happen, because you knew he's the big DICK around here." Gene growled and released his balls from her grip. She turned away and went to sleep, leaving Paul confused and slightly terrified.

...............

The atmosphere was different as Gene tried to earn some money on the street. She struggled to find any black man without a woman or two draped on his shoulders. 'What the Hell is going on??' she thought to herself. She even recognized past customers transformed from lowlife johns to sex Gods. She had to admit that she would fuck them again for free if they asked, but they seemed to have plenty of beautiful women around. After walking several blocks, the only ugly person she saw was the white newspaper/magazine vendor. Kids laughed and stole whatever they wanted from the sleeping vendor.

James knew his business was doomed and released Gene from any obligation to him. She did more than enough by keeping Grady away.

That night, Gene stood in the bathroom. She held a pill and thought about how she only had one black guy in her life now. She was nervous, but also excited. She threw the pill into the toilet and then added the rest of her birth control before flushing

..............

Several weeks later, Paul returned from another unproductive study session to the sounds of loud fucking. Part of him was actually relieved. The uncertainty was gone. He could finally catch Genevieve in the act, break off the engagement and take control of his life. He figured he'd burst right in, confront the two and kick them out. He psyched himself up for a minute and finally walked right through the bedroom door. As expected, there was a naked Grady. When he opened his mouth to yell, he noticed the hair of the woman underneath him was brunette. Paul stood there and watched Grady shove well over a foot of cock in and out of the enthralled woman.

Janice and Grady eventually looked up at the intruder "God Damn! What is with people walking in on us??" Grady half-joked to Janice. Grady didn't stop fucking. He let Paul watch in awe at how completely outgunned he was. Paul finally snapped out of it when Grady bust a nut all over the brunette and his marital bed. As beautiful as Janice had become, Paul couldn't keep his eye off of Grady's physical perfection. Shame washed over him and he left the room.

Janice practically moved in after that day. Paul only seemed to see her staggering away from Grady's room. He constantly heard her getting fucked raw.

Paul daydreamed about Grady and his fiancée. The contrast of their skin tones, their physical beauty, Grady's insatiable raw power... Something about it felt right, even though it made him suffer so much.

"Mr. Laughlin..." The test proctor snapped Paul out of his day dream.

The test was over and he barely finished half. Paul's heart sank. He'd been preparing all his life and he failed miserably. His father would be furious.

On the night of the big exam, Paul and Gene sat up in bed, while the wall behind them rocked. They pretended like they couldn't hear Janice getting destroyed by Grady's cock. After a long awkward silence Gene spoke up "I'm pregnant." The words hung heavy in the air. Paul barely reacted. The broken man couldn't even pretend to be surprised. "I think you should move into the guest room."

Paul didn't have the will to fight, he got up and grabbed his pillow "Grady is already in the guest room."

Gene flashed a predatory smile "Well, I guess he'll have to move somewhere else."

Before Paul could leave, Gene threw the covers off. She was completely naked except for a push-up bra. Her hand covered up the pussy that seemed to be systematically ruining his life. Gene sat on the edge of the bed and Paul gazed at the perfect vision of a woman in front of him. Grady was the only other person that he saw naked that he considered 'perfect'.

Gene rubbed herself as she listened to Janine in the other room. She looked evilly at Paul, and lifted her leg up.

Paul knew she wanted him to rub her feet. He was mad at her, but couldn't say no to his raven haired Goddess.

The teasing bitch smiled as Paul knelt in front of her and started rubbing her foot. After a few moments, she aimed it higher "Now use your mouth... Boy." Gene ordered. She couldn't help but giggle as she felt his mouth and tongue timidly start to work on her toes. Her other foot stroked his crotch through his pajamas. "I know things have been hard for you, but I want you to know that I think you'll make a great father. Much better than Grady will ever be. I still want to get married."

Paul couldn't handle losing his fiancée and his life's dream at the same time. He meekly nodded.

Gene put her foot down and dismissed him. Paul sadly went next door to knock. The sounds of fucking stopped momentarily and Grady answered the door stark naked. Janine looked semi-conscious on the bed behind him. "Gene wants me in the guest room." Paul kept his gaze downcast, which accidentally aligned his vision with the black cock that took over his house.

"No problem, where should we go?" Grady played dumb.

Paul hesitated for a long time, but finally spat it out "The main bedroom should be big enough for all of you." He'd never felt lower. After a few minutes, Grady and Janine packed their things and moved in next door with Gene, while Paul had to sleep on the warm sticky guest bed.

It didn't take long for the familiar noises to start up again. Although this time, he could tell that it wasn't Janine getting hammered by the black bull. He spent the night listening to sounds that he didn't even know his fiancée could make. He was painfully hard.

THE WEDDING DAY

It was a beautiful day at the cathedral. The bride's side looked happy and upbeat. The groom's side were more reserved; they could feel something was wrong, but couldn't put their finger on it.

Grady cradled Gene's big, round, pregnant belly and felt his twins kicking as he plowed into their white whore mother.

Gene was in heaven as she got the last black cock of her unmarried life. Her wedding dress was hiked up around her waist as Grady pounded her. Normally, she'd worry about making noise and alerting the guests, but James was on the other end keeping her mouth stuffed. They fucked her in unison until it got time to get ready.

James bust a nut down the pregnant woman's hungry throat. Despite the huge amount, Gene was hungry for more; so Grady pulled out and satisfied her appetite.

"Thanks for the wedding present." Gene let out a little belch, before preparing herself for the ceremony.

The lovely bride waddled down to the alter with a belly full of black babies and black cum. The ceremony went off as planned, but Gene felt the need to stare down Paul once the reverend got to the part about 'objections to the union'. Paul simply folded as usual and kept quiet.

The Best Man came forward with the rings. Grady couldn't help but chuckle at the appropriate title he'd been given. He handed the rings over. The groomsmen were all black and the bridesmaids were all James' girls. Janine was the maid of honor. With the exception of the groom, every single person standing at the altar (including the black reverend) had fucked Gene at one point or another.

HONEYMOON

A small part of Paul's hope came back to him as Gene snuggled into him affectionately during the flight to their honeymoon. 'Maybe marriage will straighten her out, maybe it was all one bad phase.' Paul prayed.

Gene looked excited and upbeat for once as they approached the honeymoon suite. She even started to make-out with her now husband. She moved as gracefully as a woman in her condition could be expected to and teased Paul as she stripped.

Paul gazed at his wife naked, except for a pair of black panties. She somehow looked even more irresistible. Her tits had grown even bigger with milk, she had her pregnancy glow and Paul even got a small thrill knowing she was black bred. She seemed to tap dance on the line between angel and devil.

"Take these off with your teeth." Gene ordered and motioned towards the panties.

Relief hit Paul. He could finally lose his virginity and at last wash away some of the shame. It would all be worth it if he could just have this night. He pulled the panties down her long shapely legs and past her feet. His hope quickly evaporated.

'BLACK COCK ONLY' was tattooed right above her shaved pussy. Gene smiled down on him between her spread legs "Ohhh, I'm sorry baby. Rules are rules."

There was a knock at the door, and Paul already knew who it would be. Gene got up and answered the door naked. She and Grady kissed passionately in full view of the hallway. She led him in "Grady wanted to surprise you." She giggled "We decided that you should get a special treat for our honeymoon. You'll get to watch. I'm sorry your little pee-pee isn't getting any, but the tattoo says nothing about your mouth... If you play your cards right."

Paul sat on the couch and simply watched this black street thug take everything he's worked so hard for. As much as he wanted to hate the situation, Paul was incredibly turned on. His imagination never did the act justice. It was hard to contemplate Gene, the dominant and destructive force in his life, being so lovingly submissive to Grady. Watching the act cemented Paul's position on the food chain. He was a submissive's submissive.

Grady took his time. He fucked and shot a load in each of Gene's holes. By the end, she oozed cum from her mouth, ass and pussy. In comparison, Paul shot two loads that (combined) just made his hand sticky. Grady went to take a shower and Gene looked positively drunk off the hours of fucking.

Gene took a big gulp to clear the cum from her mouth "Come here..." she blurted out at Paul. Of course he came over to his black cock slut of a wife. "Clean me up... With your mouth." Gene ordered.

At that moment, Paul had had enough "I've been more than reasonable up to this point, but I WILL NOT clean you with...." Paul's liberating moment of defiance was tragically cut short by Gene pulling him by the hair and wrapping her legs around his head. She quickly turned over on him, so that she was on top. Her pussy pressed forcibly to his mouth and gravity pulled Grady's cum down into his mouth.

"You little bitch! Did I fucking stutter?! You say NO to me one more time and I'll rip your useless white balls off!" Gene growled. She was not at all a natural submissive, so Paul was a good outlet to let out her domineering side.

Paul wanted to gag, but his wife force fed him. He soon obeyed and started swallowing the surprising amount of black cum. He wouldn't dare defy her again.