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The Housewives Of Coxville County part 6From the medical journals of Ivana Swallows;- Foreword;First and foremost, I would like to personally thank the faculty andstaff of Coxville County High School for their boundless support in -finally – getting this project sanctioned by the Coxville County WestsideAdmissions Board of Health & Research. Without Miss Dianna Murdock -senior secretary and keeper of school records – Principal William Long, andtheir combined efforts, this study simply would never have happened. Iwould also like to thank head county librarian Mrs. Bobbie Sue Kindle forallowing me full access to county history medical records, and herextensive knowledge in guiding me through them. To the opposing majorityof those who stood against this study and rejected my numerous requests tosubmit my findings to our county university, I would like to issue asincere and whole-hearted thank you as well. Without your vocal andvehement opposition to this study, I would have never been impelled sostrongly to change my presentation’s focus from nutrition in Coxville, tothe study I now present to you. If my numerous requests to the parents,teachers, administrators, practicing doctors, county executives and our owngreat mayor Van Buskirks had been met with a smile of approval and goodblessing, it would be been ineffable proof that my medical research wassimply not important or groundbreaking enough to merit study.The strong apprehension and almost – dare I say – fearful responses tothe subject matter of my research stands as proof of how important it’scarrying out is to our community and – if I may be so bold – to our greatcountry of the United States. Too long have we let the old wive’s talesand ridiculous yarns of myth dictate our beliefs and leave us stagnant inthe face of scientific research and advancement. If we are to keep ourgreat county as such, we will have to drop the shroud of old-fear andrelinquish our c***dish need to clutch at negative racial stereotypeshoarded from the Dark Ages. I’d be remiss in neglecting an innate sense ofpioneers’ joy and invigoration in being the first – and only noted -studier in the medical field bold enough to delve into this topic.I would be equally remiss If I neglected to mention how elated thathonor has made me. This hitherto uncharted matter, once deemed taboo andshrouded in the ireous secrecy of our forefathers, will now be soundly andquite thoroughly, put to a much needed rest. I can guarantee that all whoread this medical journal – proponents and nay-sayers alike – shall beenlightened, informed and quite engaged at the results. I myself – an avidseeker of medical knowledge – swells with anticipation to delve deep intothis topic. To cure the ills of old world myth and archaic legend once andfor all. That being said, and breaking medical ardor and tone, allow me topresent you the findings of my research; let’s get the bottom of this!- Ivana Swallows …Principal Long sat slouch in his office chair, the long brown fingers ofhis hands erected into a steeple as he gazed across the way at his visitor.The upside down U shape of his mouth and surly sour-puss expression hisbushy white moustache seemed to always convey betrayed the fact that -today – Principal William Long was in a rather happy mood. There was aslight glimmer, a sheen in his dark brown eyes and bald pate, that conveyeda spry sense of elation rather than his regular irritated and appraisingglared.”I take it you have everything prepared then?” said Long, still as astatue in his seat.”Oh yes, I’ve got everything just about moved to the new schoolinfirmary.””Wonderful. Glad to hear it.””Though…”, the visitor added in a ‘by-the-by’ tone, “If I may make asuggestion; you’d do well to tell your janitors to learn how to be just abit more mindful when they work. Those two act more like repo men whenthey’re moving things, they almost ruined a box of very delicate tools Ineed.”Long’s mustache twitched the slightest bit. It didn’t matter how sweetthe tone, nor sugary the request, whenever Ivana Swallows made one of her’suggestions’ the recipient always felt as though they were being insulted.Some biting quality in her voice that just made whoever she was speaking towant to cut their eyes, and utter the word “Bitch!”under the breaths. Long- to Nurse Swallows good fortune – was able to suppress an outburst uponhearing her most resent request.”I’ll be sure to have a word with them about that. If there’s anythingelse you need them to do for you, anything moved or rearranged, I’ve giventhem strict instruction to drop whatever they’re doing and have them do itto you, immediately.””For…” Ivana replied.”Pardon?” said Long.”You’ll have them do it for me, immediately.””Ah…yes, of course” said Long, a subtle start and grumble in his voicethat Ivana had never heard before. “That’s what I meant. They’ll dropwhatever they’re doing and have them do it for you, immediately.””Are you feeing alright, Principle?””Why, fine Nurse Swallows. Never better…why do you ask?”Nurse Ivana Swallows sat in the chair directly across from PrincipleLong, his large brown desk putting space between them. She wore what wassupposed to be a simple white button down blouse, a cream colored woman’svest, a mid length black skirt and modest matching heels. Supposed to be,but on the body of the beautiful, buxom and exceedingly curvaceous figureof the caustic brunette, the attire selection had the same effect on theeye as lingerie. Her mid-toned skin color – the Italian side of herlineage she’d always been told – made the colors of her outfit pop,especially the white of her blouse that was only just suppressing the amplecurve, roundness and heft of her immense bosoms.Ivana sat in the chair with her legs – shapely, tanned and highly toned- crossed. She shifted one leg to the other, and twisted the slightest bitto realign herself with the arm rests. Long took notice of how the motioncaused her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly beneath her white garments.No bra, he thought.”Its just that…” Ivana hesitated. An old line of wisdom she recalledlearning long ago about ‘not biting the hand that feeds, or looking a gifthorse in the mouth’ crossing her mind. “Its just that you’ve beenso…helpful the last few weeks.””As opposed to the other forty-nine some odd weeks of the year when I’mnot?” Long replied with a mocking chuckle.”No, that’s not what I mean. What I mean is…If I’d have asked you foran office meeting three weeks ago to discuss with you….I dunno…thelunch menus of our cafeteria in reference to my research of nutrition inCoxville County, you’d have had Ms. Murdock simply take down my requests,and would have forwarded me an email about a month later, not sitting withme here right now drinking coffee.”Ivana nodded to the coffee mug at Long’s desk, the words “World’sGreatest Grandpa” written in bold on one, and another – significanly colder- mug with the smiling image of a Cheshire cat on it.”I am a busy man, Mrs. Swallows…””No, no I know…” Ivana said, doing her best to be cautious and not sayanything that would sour the principle’s seemingly ever-soured mood. He’dbeen at the helm of support for her and her project (for whatever reason)and she wasn’t about to screw the whole thing up on account of choosing thewrong set of words. “You’re a very busy man, and no one understands orappreciates that more than me. Its just…your sudden interest in my studyjust seemed so…out of the blue. I must say, it took me for a loop howfast you responded to my request for the school medical records of itsathletes.””You needed something important done for a very important medicalstudy”, said Long. “What sort of principle would I be if I simply put thaton the back-burner in favor of…I dunno…lunch menus or football games.It simply wouldn’t be right.””I see” said Ivana, less than convinced but receptive of his answer allthe same.”Its like you said in the draft of your foreword you emailed me, which Iabsolutely loved by the way; this research of yours is important, not justto the county, but arguably to our country. Me not helping you withwhatever you need would mean my failing – not just as a principle of thisinstitution – but as a citizen of this community and moreso this verycountry. That’s not something I’m prepared to let happen my dear.””Well…” Ivana almost didn’t know what to say. “I truly appreciatethat Principle. I wish more of the faculty had been as…open minded, asyou on subject.””I may be old Mrs. Swallows, but that doesn’t make me a fossil or afool.” Long said, an uncharacteristically jovial smile switching the upsidedown U on his mouth into a slightly upward cocked one. “And, as a blackman, I’d be a damn fool to not want people out there to know the truthabout us.”Ivana found this comment strange. Does the old fool WANT people knowthat NOT all black men are hung like…” the brunette’s mind wandered. Itdrifted backwards to an image of her on her knees. Sucking and sputteringwetly on the knobbed head of largest penis she’d ever seen in her life. mmhmmmhmh! *GURK!* She could recall the frantic, almost pitifullyobssessed noises that had escaped her mouth throat while she sucked andstruggled on the thing. She recalled the taste, the slickness and howoverwhelmingly hard and thick it was as it wedged itself firmly in thetight corners of her mouth and the innermost parts of her cheeks, beforeimposing itself down her throat. She recalled lurching from the seeminglyendless span of fat inches and remembered how all the other girls – SammySpitzmen, Anya White and Bianca Blackwood had choked gagged from the effortin a similar fashion. All of them tried handling it, and all themfailed…except Ivana.Ivana had managed to tackle that big brown monster (more or less), andactually made it explode in a spray of thick white semen…the only tosucceed where the other girls had failed…aside from Jenny fucking Summersthat is. That night, Ivana recalled Jenny Summers, the leader of thatmemories’ events. She sucked, slobbered and slurped that brown b**st down,and then took things one step further when – in act of exceedingly base andslutty behaviour – fucked the dark skinned youth right in front of them. Bucking and bouncing, grinding and groaning like a bitch in heat.It was obscene how much Jenny loved it. Almost as disgusting as whatthe blonde bimbo then recommneded to them not long after. You girls go outthere and get your own, was the gist of the dare. Go out there and getyour own Big Black Cock…”Don’t you want that?” came Principle Long’s voice from across the room.Ivana half jumped in her seat from being snapped back into the here andnow.”E-excuse me?” she said with a start. “Do I want it?””Why yes…don’t you want people to know the truth about racialstereotypes in Coxville? I mean, that is the whole premise and mission ofyour research after all.”She nodded, the strands of her dark brown hair bobbing almost c***dlikeas she did.”O-Oh yes, of course. I feel that stereotypes like penis size and bodytype no longer have a place in our community. If we don’t do the work andprove to people what’s what, then who will?””Getting to the bottom of it, as you so eloquently put it.” said Longwith a smile, his all-too-white teeth sparkling in his mouth.What’s this old coon so happy about, Ivana thought. At the end of this,everyone will finally know the truth about black men…how they all AREN’Thung like horses. The idea and plan had come to Ivana that same night ofthe Coxville book club meeting. Making her way home – her jaw sore fromholding Samson West’s giant cock in her mouth – she’d learned one of twothings;The First; that lockjaw is by no means an exaggerated condition whendealing with monster cocks.The Second; Jenny Summers had developed an outrageous – boardingfanatical – obsession with black men.In all their years knowing one another, Jenny Summers always did have togo overboard to win over people, invariably winning with nil more than herlooks. Even back in high school; when Ivana would get straight A’s, Jennywould thrill everyone by winning some stupid Miss Dairy contest. WhenIvana would rank top of her class in math, science and just about everyother subject, Jenny would dazzle everyone by becoming prom queen andwearing a new dress. For every acheivement Ivana made in way of herintellect, Jenny would always trump with some base display reliant on herfemine wiles and bimbo behaviour. It was enough to make Ivana sick.This cruel reciprocity carried between Swallows and Summers had carriedon all the way to now it seemed. Ivana was advancing her medical portfolioand career by studying the nutritional benefits and reprocusions of healthin the county, and in response, Jenny wowed everyone (their circle offriends made up of Sammy, Anya, and Bianca) by fucking someone. Not evenjust someone, a black man for crying out loud. It was disgusting. Not(perhapss) the act itself…Ivana (in guarded secret) admittedly thought itwas rather intense and (perhaps) a bit impressive how Jenny could takesomething so large into herself. But that lay beside the point. WhatverIvana did, Jenny would be right there to destroy her stride and take thewind from her sails by acting like some glammed up yellow-haired strumpet.But that night – and oh what a night that had been – Ivana created aplan. Yes, Ivana would beat Jenny at her own game. Her own game, but witha strictly ‘Ivy-fied’ slant. Her health study research’s focus wouldswitch. Instead of nutrition, her study would be a survey on the bodilyhealth of Coxville citizens. A thorough comparison between blacks andwhites in the county. Jenny had boasted and bragged how ALL, not some, nota few, but ALL black men had huge cocks. Now, Ivana had to admit, SamsonWest did happen to have a hung and heavy member on him. The weight andfullness of it still rang solid in Ivana’s mind, and – admitted silentlyand only in the darkest hours of night – Ivana would allow herself thesecret bit of pleasure in know she was the only woman of her group able tomake that massive penis erupt…next to Jenny fucking Summers she wouldthen have to remind herself. And yes, the big bruiser of a nigger whoJenny had so sluttily fucked on camera (the footage taken covertly byIvana) had an even more massive member. That was two, Ivana thought. However, two is a vastly smaller number than ALL. All the negroes ofCoxville county could not, no, DID not come in such behemoth sizes, of thisIvana was certain.And so, the plan was simple; expose this truth for what it was. Provethrough simple scientific study – basic physical observation – that JennySummers arrogant vow of black superiority was absolute, one hundredpercent, false. Ivana would mark down and take note of a 4 inch blackpenis here, a brown penis of a meager 5 inches there, round the numberstogether and prove how Samson West and that janitor monstrosity had beenflukes, two freak occurences in an average of perfectly normal, perfectlynormal black cocks.Then, when Ivana’s findings were submitted to the Coxville County’sBoard of Health & Research, and everyone FINALLY saw for themselves thatblack men were no more endowed than ANY other race on earth, then Jenny’ssails would be the ones to falter. Her tryst with that big black skinnedgaloot will have lost its appeal and edge, and by relation in the eyes oftheir friends and peers, so would she and the ridiculous, outrightLUDICROUS claim that ALL the black men in Coxville had huge cocks. It wasa plan that only Ivana could have conceived. Proving herself to not justbe a diabolical dynamo, but a SEXY diabolical dynamo almost got Ivana aswet as Samson West’s cock did when it was probing the depths of her throat.And here sat that old fool Principle Long in front of her, nodding hishead and giving her support blindly. Did the old pervert think he reallyhad a chance with her? Was he willfully sacrificing and setting fire tothe ONE age-old myth that black men had going in their favor for them,BESIDES being prime atheletes? Had he really outted his own race toscientific scrutiny at the simple exchange or her showed him a bit ofcleavage and wearing that one skirt that all the boys seemed to like onher? He couldn’t have been slipping that far into senility to believe suchnonsense, so she figured it must be the former.It took Ivana all of three minutes to convince Long that this studyNEEDED to be done, to show everyone the truth. The old coon was all tooeager to agree and approve. Ivana had to admit that the speed of whichshe’d gotten the green light to commence the study – guised as a simpleseries of random physical check ups held in the school – baffled her. Prior to going to Long for help, she’d tried initially to go straight tothe Board with her project.Her request – to do a penis survey and comparison between white andblack males in Coxville – was denied soundly and swiftly more than severaltimes. It seemed like the ones in charge were simply shouting ‘nay’ at thetop of their lungs upon reading the cover of her request, hence why Ivanahad been denied by the Board several times, and had given an emphatic NOwhen she approved the mayor himself for assistance. Mayor Van Buskirks waskeeping in line with his predecessor, Mayor Smith, and was blindly deniedany form of study in the nature of race in Coxville. The rotund townrunner even mailed her a terse letter of response stating – as she laterfound out while reading through Coxville historical records – word for wordthe reply of the late mayor;”There’s nothing unusual about our colored citizen’s penises. While weappreciate your interest in proving an old wive’s tale false, we find thatthe subject matter and manner of your study is unsuitable, and greatlyinappropriate for the Board’s consideration or the wholesome nature of thiscommunity.”Van Buskirks regurgitating what the previous mayor had said only madeIvana that much more driven to get her research approved. She’d havepreferred not going to him for help, but in the end Ivana found a stout andvery useful ally in Principle Long. He’d backed her to best of hisability. Mrs. Murdock – his ancient secretary – gave her their fullsupport, and not only allowed her access to hitherto restricted medicalfiles, copied ad kept filed away in the school archives, but Long himselfeven took a hand in getting Ivana’s plan in motion.”Let me make a phone call” was all Long had to say on the matter. Ivanarecalled the name “Laveau” from the conversation, and not long after that,Ivy had received the official green light from both the mayor and theBoard. It had almost made her head spin how fast it all happened. And sherecalled thinking, If I’d have known how fast that would have worked, I’dhave flirted with the old coot from the beginning. And just like that, thepremise of Ivana Swallow’s medical study had changed. She would take downa viciously untrue rumor about blacks in Coxville, she’d win therecognition of her peers and elders and all those who owed her praise, and- most important of all – she’d finally upstage and soundly defeat thatwhore Jenny.Ivy giggled, a genuine bubbly chuckle that in reality had very little todo with Principle Long’s quip.”Exactly that Principle Long…getting to the bottom of it”, once andfor all……Ivana Swallows sat at her new office desk, a wide U shape of a smileframing her full lips making her resemble that spoiled little girl who had- in fact – gotten the pony she wanted on Christmas. Her desk was apolished oaken table that had been a (conspicuously generous) new additionto accompany her new quarters in Coxville High. The area was ideal;freshly polished and sterilized tile floors of an affectively eye-pleasing- if spartan – black and white checkered design. A stainless steel sink.The new and freshly painted cabinets on sides right and left of the officestocked with whatever Ivana’s necessary doctoring accouterments she mayneed. Clean light colored shelves that had been brought in and installed,and – Ivana’s favorite feature of her new office – a brand spanking newexam table.It was large and wide enough to hold a patient (really any two patientsshe’d guessed by its width) of any size, yet not so large that it appearedto take up too much room in its place at the center of the space. As ifthat were possible, Ivana thought, since her new office was easily twicethe size of the old broom closet she’d been cramped and forced to work in.Years of work she’d put into researching health for the benefit ofCoxville. Hours upon hours of reading, research, study, pleading requests,hours of exhausting labor and more than a few not-so-subtle “accidental”gropes of her ass and breasts from male patients complaining of a faint -and suddenly fleeting – cough, and in the end, what was that got herefforts acknowledge, her hours of physical labor and academic ardorrewarded? Why, the comparing of the menfolk’s penis sizes, that’s what sheanswered in her head.The busty and exceedingly curvaceous brunette was not angered by thisthought however. Quite the opposite. If she’d known that all she had todo to get this sort of backup from the school and the Board was champion anassurance to the men in a study that says ‘your penis sizes are just finegentlemen, no need to panic!’ she’d have put this proposal to PrincipleLong and the Board ages ago. Really, Ivana didn’t care for the study, not.Penises were penises and their size – at the end of the day – really didn’tmatter that much to her…not really, not actually. Ivana chewed at thatthought for moment, feeling the slightest bit of unease at that thought.She shrugged it off with ease however, and continued jotting down hernotes onto her journal. She’d had three patients in that afternoon. Threedown, several score more to go. The number of responses she’d gotten forher study had been astounding. Principle Long had put out the word andsummons that any male student – Age 18 and up exclusively – would beallowed to participate in Nurse Swallows medical study. The necessarypermission papers were issued to those who responded, and everything – thusfar – had been signed as was progressing smoothly. Other participants-fathers, class alum, interested members of the community, etc- of higherages (20 and up) outside the school had been contacted via the school newsletter and other county forums. Upon reading the words ‘conducted byCoxville’s own Nurse Ivana Swallows’ and seeing the accompanying picture ofthe gorgeous 34 year old woman next to the article, the replies swarmedIvana and Principle Long’s inboxes.The responses to Ivana’s study was so strong in fact, that she’dactually had to ask for Ms. Murdock’s help in scheduling appointments totake them all. Ivana was booked solid with willing study participants forthe next month! Nurse Swallows was overjoyed. She’d had a solid base andoffice to conduct her research, and more than enough patients to get a fullcontrolled study of the county. It was a perfect balance between white andblack males, with the smattering of other Coxville citizens who fell intoother categories bringing up the rear as a back up and control group.Ivana did find it curious how – upon looking at the populationstatistics – how the male population of Coxville was predominantly occupiedby black and white, with Hispanic, Asian and perhaps one of two other racesmaking up whatever was left out of the percentile of 100. A curious thing,but one that Ivana knew to be circumstance of the deep south and thecounty’s secluded history. Either way, it made for an almost perfect fieldof study. 55% of the men in Coxville were white, 44% were black (thoughthose numbers didn’t include the blacks who left town), and the remaining1% consisted of those who fell into other racial categories. It was betterthan anything Ivana could have hoped for, and the smile on her face hadbeen worn so long that her cheeks were now beginning to ache. With thenumbers in her favor, it’d be an easy feat to debunk Jenny’s ludicroustheory that white men were invariably small, and blacks invariably large.The population itself would prove her rival a fool and a slut (Ivanapictured what the blond slut would look like handing 44% worth of cocks).Ivana would win through proof and research, rather than playing Jenny’sdebaucherous little games.She wrote down some finishing notes on her mostrecent patient;- Subject; 19 yo/ Male.- Name: Walton, Dale.- Height: 6’1”- Weight; 156lbs- Race; CaucasianIvana jotted down the remaining particulars of her last patient. Atall, gangling young man, his initial excitement and confidence melted intoapprehension when he entered Ivana’s office. Sitting on her exam table,his legs so long that he could have touched the floor by simply pointinghis toes downward, he relaxed a little while she asked him all thenecessary health checkup questions of ailments, allergies, previous medicalvisits, diet, sexual activity and so forth.When Ivana got to the latter question, the boy couldn’t hold back ablush and eeked out an unsteady “N-No”, before falling into a deathlysilence. She attempted to break the awkward silence with smalltalk, makingnote of his being a Coxville High alum. He nodded and gave a squeakyaffirmation. She asked him if he had a girlfriend, his face went beet red,and even more so when Ivana asked him if there were any girls he presentlyhad his eye on. He gave her a terse ‘yes’, but afterwards Ivana suddenlynoticed the color fell from the boy’s face upon encouraging him to ask thismysterious crush out on a date.”I-its…a bit complicated…” he said nervously.”Isn’t love always?” she replied.”Not like the way it is with me…” he said, and then left the matter atthat.When Ivana finally rose from her rolling chair – her body heaving andher parts bouncing the smallest bit in that manner all Coxville womenu*********sly do, all the while unaware of its affect on the menfolk -looked at him and said,”Alrighty then, let’s have a look at you”, and began to approached him,the young man suddenly tensed as though he were about to seize up in spasm.His body was about as stiff as a cedar tree when she was up close tohim, while checking his neck with her fingers and gently feeling the pointsbetween his arms. Ivana always liked this part of her exam. She drew asilent pleasure from feeling like a full fledged doctor in those moments.The young man refused to budge an inch, like a little boy in the face of ahissing cobra, he was frozen in place whenever Ivana drew too close or laida finger on him. Her touch was gentle, steady and carefully guided alonghis neck, ears and shoulders. This only served to jostle two reactionsfrom him; stillness or a nervous twitch. In the latter part of her exam,it began to actually annoy Ivana, for the young man’s motions went againstevery instance or necessary reaction that she needed.He’d refuse to move when she needed him to move, his nervousness aroundthe buxom nurse making a check of his reflexes a nightmare. And he wouldfidget and half-flail whenever she needed him motionless, his knees buckingand kicking like a frightened horse before she could even near him with herreflex hammer. He became jittery when Ivana leaned in close to his ears inan attempt to search his eardrums. It was like chasing a rabbit in a wideopen field. And his fear of looking Ivana in the eye made checking his ownall but impossible.”Mr. Walton, you’re going to have to relax. None of this is going tohurt, so if you could please stop fidgeting.”The boy muttered an apology, but only lilted into a momentary stillnessbefore he began to jerk and twitch away from her. No wonder he’s nothaving sex, Ivana thought. If he’s this scared around women with theirclothes on, I can only imagine. When Ivana finally asked for him to drophis pants, she’d have sworn the young man was about to faint. She assuredhim that everything was fine, and that noone but them would know about whattranspired in the confines of her office.It took several minutes, but eventually she was able to calm the youngpatient into undoing the buttons of his pants and dropping them to thefloor. His tight white underwear seemed to match his pale skin, and Ivanasilently noticed herself preparing to be disappointed. When the youngman’s briefs fell to the floor, Ivana put on her best ‘neutral’ face, onethat did not convey judgment or any sort of real emotional response to theyoung white man’s unveiling of himself to her.”Ooook…” She said while jotting notes and adjusting her white gloves.She approached him with the measuring tape, and her approached causedhim and his manhood to visably recoil from her. The head of his penisretreating into itself as she neared it.”Its alright Mr.Walton. No need to be nervous, I’m just going tomeasure you. It won’t take a second.”Dale gulped, causing his pronounced adam’s apple to bob up and down inhis throat. She slightly kneeled and aligned the measuring tape alongDale’s manhood. To get a proper length she tilted the device upward so asto get the full estimation.”Alight Mr.Walton, just go ahead a lift it up for me really quick so Ican get the right measurement.”He did, and she measured, her response restricted to a curious,”Hmmm-hmm.”Again, he gulped. She set the measuring tape down, jotted her notes,and then looked to Dale again.”Alrighty, why don’t you go ahead and get yourself erect.” At that, Dalewent a deathly pale.”W-well I…I” he stammered.Oh for Pete’s sake!, Ivana thought, Men. Can’t get them to leave theirdicks alone at home, but put em in front of a woman and all of sudden…”I’ll go ahead and turn my back while you get yourself ready, K?”Ivana turned her back to the young man. She heard him rustling andlight muttering to himself, the fringe mumble of a curse word or two, asthough he were arguing with his member, bickering and bargaining with it inorder to wake it up. A few prolonged minutes later, she heard Dalenervously say,”O-Ok, ready…”She turned, and again immediately dawned her ‘no-judgement’ face. Shequickly approached with the measuring tape, jotted her findings down on herclip board, and gave Dale her warmest feigned smile.”Alrighty Mr.Walton, thank you so much. You can go ahead and get yourpants back on now.”Dale scrambled clothing himself once again, and as Ivana shed her whitegloves and wrote some finalizing notes down, the young man stammered afinalizing question;”Well…how’d I do?”Ivana looked at him for a moment.”Well” she began, making sure her voice was linear and without contempt,”This exam isn’t something you’re judged on Mr.Walton. You don’t passor fail.I’m just documenting what I find. But, from a physician’s stance,you’re a very healthy young man. I’d perhaps recommend a bit more sleepand perhaps a bit less caffeine for the sake of your nerves, but all inall, you’re in tip–top shape.”This summoned a smile of elation in the young blond man’s slim face thatIvana might as well have told him “That was GREAT! You’ve got the biggestcock I’ve ever seen! Congratulations!” He released a slight nervous laugh,interpreting what he would from the dark haired nurses statement.”Awww, jeez. Well…thanks.”Ivana smile, a upturn on her beautiful lips that crept nowhere near hereyes. As Dale collected himself and headed for the door in his departure,he waved to Ivana, and she waved back.”You can go on ahead and use my name in your study if you like NurseSwallows!” Dale said jovially.”It’s all confidential, but thank you all the same dear.” she replied.When the door closed behind him after the respective exchange of thankyou’s and goodbyes were swapped, his tall lanky silhouette showing and thendisappearing from the front of her office door, Ivana let out a giant sigh.Whether it was one of relief or disappointed, Ivana did not know if it wasone, the other, or perhaps an aggregation of the two. She complimentedherself on how she was able to leave exams on such good notes with hersubjects. As she went back to her desk to couple her most recent noteswith the others, she observed the last bit of info she’d added to herfindings.- Subject; 19 yo/ Male.- Name: Walton, Dale.- Height: 6’1″- Weight; 156lbs- Race; CaucasianMale organ measurements;- Flaccid; 2.5″- Erect; 3.5″Size placement; TBD (early estimates rate as below average/lowerpercentile).Another sigh escaped Ivana’s lungs, her heavy round chest motioning upand down. No one said the truth would be easily won, she thought. Hermost recent patient did not bring her any relief or assurance that Jenny’sclaims were false. But that was alright, these things were bound to comeup during the course of her study. In her heart and mind she knew Dale’sless than stellar endowments consisted of only one out what would be dozensof patients. She’d find a balance in size in her future patients, of thisshe was certain. And – she was equally certain – there would be a blackpenis among the multiple that was just as unimpressive as Dale’s that wouldeven out the numbers.She nodded her head at this thought…and then suddenly had to shake theimage of Samson West from her head. There was no comparison to be madebetween Dale and the West boy. Measuring the tiny pale white thingbelonging to the Walton boy against that huge black monstrosity that Ivanaknew – from an up close and personal experience – dangled between the Westboy’s legs.One or two anomallies are to be expected Ivana thought, nothing more,shaking the memory of Samson’s giant cock head brushing against the back ofher throat, and wondering comparatively estimating how the Walton boy’scock would barely make it passed her lips. Ivana warned herself againstgeneralizing. West and the brute from the video were exceptions, not theaverage she reminded herself. Dicks that big couldn’t be the norm amongblacks in town. How would black women even take it all, she pondered, andteased for the slightest moment the sensation of having something thatlarge and hard and dark penetrating her soft tight white gash. Get yourhead out of the gutter and get real Ivy! she scolded herself.That dribble that Jenny was trying to push on her and their friends wasjust that, dribble. Untrue and unfounded. Ivana would prove this, andshe’d put that blonde bitch in her place once and for all. Her effortedrealigned, Ivana looked over to the black office phone sitting at her left.She pushed one of its buttons and her the sudden beep on the speaker as itdialed one of the other lines in the school.”Ms. Murdock!” Ivana said, her voice booming as though about to make acommand. A shaky old woman’s voice replied from the speaker.”Yes Nurse Swallows?””I’m ready for another patient. This one African-American if you’llplease.”Ivana had to half-check her tone of voice, noting that her requestsounded more like she was ordering off the menu of a fast-food restaurant.It took a moment before the old secretary gave a reply.”Oh, alright then. I’ll send him to you now.””Thank you dear!” said Ivana before closing the line.The cold steely look of determination on her beautiful face was dawnedlike a war-mask. She replayed the mantra in her head as she rose from herseat and prepared for her next patient.We’re gonna get to the bottom of this….When the next patient walked – really barreled – through her officedoor, Ivana could barely hold back a gasp of shock from the thunderousnoises of his entry.”Yo! Yo! YO!” yelled the tall, burly negro as he shoved the door open,allowing it to slam shut with a clamor so loud that Ivana was surprised theglass hadn’t shattered in the door frame.The young man’s dark brown eyes scanned the room, before settlingthemselves onto Nurse Swallows.”Daaaaayum…dis place clean as a mu’phucka! Some old advanced DoctaHouse type shit.”Ivana cringed on the inside. God, did they send me the biggest THUG onthe list on purpose, or is this just my luck? Ivana thought. She couldfeel the brute’s eyes on her before she even met them.”DAAAAAYUM ma! You even finer in person dan in yo picture!”He approached her abruptly, a motion that caused Ivana to stir indiscomfort the slightest bit. The raising of his large dark hand – agesture of greeting – caught her off guard, and she half-flinched at thenegro’s approach. This caused him to laugh.”Ha-ha! Don’t worry ma, I don’t bite…less dat’s part of tha process.”He held his hand out to her, and she took it, spending perhaps a momenttoo long looking at it in hesitation before shaking it. Ivana noticed theyoung man’s hands were huge, easily enveloping hers. They were also hard,felt like they were made out of granite and rough leath rather than flesh.A thought passed through Ivana’s head. That age old myth about what camealong with big hands, and she quickly dismissed it. That stupid old wive’stale.”Pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for agreeing to see me.” Ivanasaid, wearing her best fake smile.”Shiiiit, ain’t no thang ma!” the young man replied. “Seein yo fine assin person is my pleasure, believe-you-me!”He gave her a wide smile, all of his teeth a pearly white, except forthe shinning gold tooth where his left molar should have been. The smiledid not put her at ease. After situating herself, Ivana got to jottingdown her necessary notes.- Subject; 20 yo/ Male.- Name: Wallace, Warren- Height: 6’3”- Weight; 220lbs- Race; African-AmericanWarren “Wa-Wa” Wallace was a tall dark skinned black man. His imposingheight was only trumped by his wide muscular build. Standing before Ivana,he may as well have been a brown bear standing on its hind legs. He sat onher exam table, his feet just barely dangling over tile floor despite herraising its height to near maximum, while she assembled her tools. Shecould feel his eyes on her as she walked from one side of the room to theother. She could feel his brown eyes exploring one part of her ample bodyas she reached upwards into the cabinet for one tool, and zoned in on otherparts when she bent over to retrieve another. Unlike her previous patient,Wallace”Call me Wa-Wa” he insisted.Wa-Wa was never short of hesitant with his words. He assailed heralmost non-stopped with questions an inquiries, and filled in the momentswithout questions with comments. Most of his questions pertained to thereasons behind her study.”Whatchu so curious about dick sizes fo?” Wa-Wa asked, a casualcheeriness in his tone. “You ain’t gettin enough at home wit cho man orwhat?””No…” Ivana replied tersely. Where did they dig up this scumbag? Ivana thought coldly. “Nothing like that”.Her calm demeanor was being pushed to its brink within mere moments ofmeeting this obnoxious thug.”Its a necessary study for the county.””Why?” He asked, an almost c***dlike arch in the deep bass of his voice.”Because its been rejected as a study in the county for decades.””Why?””Because the preceding heads of this county were fearful of doing thestudy.””Damn…well why?”Ivana’s head had been veiled behind her silver clipboard when asked thislast question, maintaining an effort to keep herself busy with writing downnotes, and preferring to not look Wa-Wa head on. Her irritation towardsthe barrage of c***dish questions however had trumped her reluctance toacknowledge Wallace deep – rather intense – stare. All of once, Ivanafound herself staring head on at the burly Negroes, her clips swing fromthe area of her face down to hem of her form-fitting skirt, the clipboard -still held firmly in her hands – connecting with her thick thighs with asharp plap! sound.”I don’t know, Mr. Wallace!” Ivana said, her voice leaning a bit moreinto a blunt shout than she’d planned. “I suppose the same reason theyinvented those ridiculous spray-on hair products, Viagra, blow up dolls orwhy Hummer SUV’s are still being purchased by the dozen in this country;MALE insecurity.”This was spoken with the intention to sting Wa-Wa, a Ivana-styled jab athis no doubt inflated ego. She expected this last remark to sting him intosilence, to cease his insipid line of questioning. Her face waited for histo curl into an expression of offense, a glare of anger hastily reshaped tohide a wound machismo. Ivana’s face however curled into a look ofconfusion however, when instead of ire and anger, she saw a simple smirkplanted on the large black man’s face. The creases of her confusiondeepened on her brow when the young man, his voice a deep sonic boom, brokeinto an uncontrollable sputter of laughter.”WA-HA-HA-HA!!” bellowed Wa-Wa, his held tilted back and a hand on hisstomach. One would have thought he’d just heard the single greatestpunchline to a joke ever conceived.”Oh SHIT! Doc got jokes. Wa-HA-HA!”Ivana was not prepared for this reaction, and her clipboard, once heldfirm in her delicate fingers, had slipped almost out of her grasp. Whenthe silver object almost fell from her hands, Ivana jutted, barely pluckingit from its decent, before a unprepared smile hastily formed on herbeautiful features.”Hehe!”, the restrained titer coming from her voice, choked off only atthe last moment before bursting into full laughter. She hadn’t expectedWallace to take a stab at his masculinity so lightly.Unexpectedly however, the reaction had somehow eased the tension in theroom. And after a few long seconds of laughter, Wa-Wa’s giant bellowingoutlined with Ivana’s slim giggles, the flow of doctor and patient resumed.”Alright Mr.Wallace.””Wa-Wa”, the man corrected.”Uuuh, ok…Wa-Wa. Let me have a look at you.”Ivana waited for Wa-Wa to suddenly tense up. To recoil at the notion ofa woman being in such close proximity to his person. She set down her clipboard and approached. Ivana noticed that instead, the large black man’sdemeanor hadn’t changed. If anything, his joviality had increased. Hislips were curled back into an expectant smile, all his pearly whites, plusone gold canine, on display as the busty nurse drew closer. It was theopposite reaction to Dale Walton’s visit. As nurse Swallows went about herexam, lightly touching Wa-Wa here, gently pressing on him there, Ivananoticed something about the black man.”You work out often Mr….uuhh…Wa-Wa?””He-he, I get it in when I can, Doc.” replied Wa.”I can tell, you’re in pretty good shape.” replied Ivana as she gave themass of one of Wa’s massive t****zius muscles a squeeze. He wassignificantly passed ‘pretty good’ shape, though Swallows chose to keep thecompliment restrained.This summoned a chuckle from the man.”You know it. Gotta keep up my strength fo tha ladies, you know?”She didn’t, and didn’t particularly want to know what sort of strengththis giant brute would put on a woman. Though Ivana had been hoping tofind Mr.Wallace’s member in the sensible realm of – say – six inches(erect), she’d noticed up placing both her hands at the dark brown man’sjawline that that hope was swiftly fading into a pipe-dream. He’s builtlike an ox, she thought.”Any irregularities in your diet?” She asked while lightly tapping hisknee with the reflex hammer.”Been feastin mostly on blondes as ah late…” said Wa-Wa, a testingtambour in his bassin voice.He wanted to jostle a response out of Ivana, she knew this as well as hedid. However, choosing professionalism over allowing her emotions, sheignored the comment, pretending to be too focused on checking his reflexes.”Brunettes be ah proper meal in ma book, though” continued Wa, his voiceeven more challenging. “Been havin me a hankerin fo one fo a long minutenow…”Again, Ivana ignored him. Crude nigger, she thought, biting her tongueall the while to keep herself from giving the big brute a piece of hermind.Ivana’s evaluation of Wa-Wa continued in relative silence. It was whilechecking the man’s reflexes, observing his remarkably thick thighs andheavily muscled legs as she struck his knees with her reflex hammer, whenshe caught sight of it. The outline of Wallace’s penis was – from even arough estimation – ten inches. Shit cursed Ivana in her mind. This bignigger is hung like a horse. From the fabric of his trousers she could seethat Wa-Wa Wallace was in possession of a what looked like a policeman’snight stick resting flatly inside the man’s pants.”Good reflexes” Ivana said, trying to take the edge of her ownfrustration at the revelation.I can’t use him, she thought. Ivana cursed her luck. Out of all theblack men in town, she – of COURSE – had to have the one other black man inCoxville who looked like he could appease the sexual needs of a BelgianBlue cow. After a few more feats of her checkup, Ivana said;”Alright Mr.Wallce. That’ll do it. Thank you so much for coming in.”Wa-Wa Wallace’s jovial expression abruptly melted into one of an almostc***dlike disappointed.”Wait….dats…dats it?”Ivana, keeping true to form, didn’t even raise her head to acknowledgethe burly Negroes question.”Yes” she said flatly, her eyes still cast down to her clip board as shehalf-wrote a few nonsense lines down on a line of paper.”But…I thought you were gonna check me out. You know, get ameasurement of ma-“”No, Mr. Wallace. That actually won’t be necessary.””Tha fuck?””My having you in doesn’t automatically guarantee you’ll be used in thestudy, Mr. Wallace. It simply means that we have your information onhand, should I need it.””Should you need it?” parroted Wa-Wa.”Yes” Ivana replied, head still down at her board. “And as it turnsout, I won’t be needing yours after all. Thank you so much for coming inthough.”The mood of the black man suddenly went from happy to sore, and flirtedwith outright anger.”Awww, shit!” Wa-Wa said some moments later.After another few moments of waiting to see if Swallows had simplycaught him in yet another joke, the giant brown man hastily adjusted hisclothes – having at some point undone his belt buckle in anticipation – andangrily trod out the door. Ivana could feel each angry footstep as hestomped from her examination table, to the office door, and down thehallway of Coxville high. His embittered exit was marked by a loud smashof her office door as it was angrily swung closed behind his departure. The glass did not shatter, but it did rattle quite a bit in the door frame.As his massive shadow faded from the view of her door, Ivana rose her headfrom her clipboard. She sighed, a mark of relief melded with frustration.Swallows knew what she’d done hadn’t altogether been clinically fair oreven personably nice…but if a potential subject of her study provedhimself unusable, then what else could be done?Wa-Wa Wallace, as it was made sense in Ivana’s mind, was simplyineligible for involvement in her study. Why? Came a tiny voice in theback row of Ivana’s head. Because his body type did not fit the criterionfor my research, she replied to herself. Why? The voice in her headfollowed again, nigging and nagging at her like a c***d. Because his buildwasn’t what I was looking for, Ivana replied. Why? Came the voice yetagain. Ivana’s frustration flared up in kind, and suddenly decided to dropaway the line of questioning she’d posed for herself. Because his cock wastoo BIG!Ivana finally confessed to herself. And with that, came a wave ofdread. Dread…and an odd contradictive wave of relief over the shapelybrunette. Ivana Swallows’ plan relied solely on proving to everyone thatblack men in Coxville were NOT all larger than average. If she was goingto finally put Jenny in her place, take the blonde bimbo from her falsehigh-horse of slatternly superiority , she’d HAVE to have a concise,comprehensive and, most importantly, irrefutable compilment of evidence tothat fact. It simply wouldn’t do to have an entry – her FIRST black entryno less – reading;- Subject; 20 yo/ Male. – Name: Wallace, Warren – Height: 6’3″ -Weight; 220lbs – Race; African-AmericanMale organ measurements; – Flaccid; (approx) 10.5″ – Erect; UNKNOWNSize Placement; Above Average.No, Ivana simply could not have that happen. If she was going to provethat slut Jenny Summers wrong, and finally put her in her place, she neededto find smaller black cocks. Smaller black cocks…and LARGER white ones.”Ms. Murdock” belted Ivana over the office phone.”Y-yes Nurse Swallows” came the totteringly pleasant voice of the oldwoman.”Send me in another patient please. And for the rest of the day I’llonly be taking in caucasian males. All the African-American potentialswill have to be rescheduled for another day.”Ivana added this with a harsh trilling of her voice. She knew thatMs.Murdock had her on speaker in the waiting room, and imagined the newsfor the men who had gathered there would be divided into two responses; ahail of high-fives and triumphant smiles for the white men, and a wave ofsour faces and dropped defeated heads for the black ones. Ivana couldn’tfight the shape of a smirk curling on her full lips.Another moment, and Ms.Murdock’s voice came again on the speaker.”Oh, well…alright…”The old woman almost sounded disappointed herself, though Ivana knewthat couldn’t be right, and Ivana quickly dismissed it as a flexing of herimagination. From there, nurse Swallows readied herself to the onslaughtof remaining penises. Thick, full, lengthy, healthy white cocks. Whitemembers that beamed a healthy pink color when stroked and woken up by theireager owners. Among the multitude were bound to be a few whoppers forIvana to document, there had to be. There’s gonna be Ivana assuredherself. This thought comforted Ivana for all of five minutes. When one byone the white men came in, and one by one was met with failure. 3″ here,4″ inches there. A hail of white cocks ranging 5″ inches, and a hail moreceasing growth at 6″. Her results weren’t ‘bad’ per se. But not one amongthe gathered had a penis reaching anything close to what she’d seen fromthe black men.The largest of her subjects – a cocky, brown haired young man of noolder than twenty – was particularly pleased upon Ivana asking him toremove his pants. He was above average, packing a shapely white penis of aflaccid 6″. It wasn’t bad, and Ivana’s face even managed to sneak a smilepassed her conscious senses. This inspired the young dark-haired man tosmile in kind, and flirtatious add;”Like what ya see?”Ivana’s glee at finding a white cock that WASN’T the size of a roll ofdimes was thwarted by the young man’s cockiness. Looking up at him, shesuddenly felt the urge to strike him with her clipboard.The young man’sface was just so smug, so over-confident and chuffed with his erect 7inches, that it almost completely soured Ivana’s joy at finding a usablesubject who could give credence to her study.”You’re about average…” she replied, flatly and in a tone she hadn’tused on a boy since high school.The reaction didn’t settle on the young man’s face before it did hispenis, for it suddenly deflated before her eyes. Like a balloon a clownwould use for molding shapes having its air drained away all at once, itwent from upright, to drooping sadly at the uppermost part of his legs. When his face twisted into a dry sneer, Ivana smiled a bit.”That’s not bad. Its perfectly normal actually.”Ivana said this as a means of damage control. A sweet by-the-by to anotherwise sour bit of news. This gave the young man no comfort, and hesaid nothing upon his departure from her office after they’d finished up.It had been a good find…but it still wasn’t enough. And throughoutthe rest of the day this plagued Ivana Swallows mind as the cocks rolledin, and limped out. A hail of shorties, with a few averages peppered inbetween. And the few who merited being called “large” still didn’t comeanywhere close to what Ivana had seen on the black men. Roughly five whitepenises of 7″ inches, one ranging closer to 8…versus four black cocks. The latter four stood at an average of 10 inches….flaccid…It was enoughto give Ivana pause and make her face turn pale with worry. A worry, thatwas oddly marked by a light but steady mark of excitement based somewherein her gut. When she finally gathered enough data over the hours of theday, Ivana left her office, went home, logged everything on her personalcomputer, and laid her head down to rest in the soft pillows of her queensized bed. She would eventually doze off repeating what had become themantra of her study;We’re gonna get to the bottom of this……Days consisting of this pattern bled into one another, eventuallyforming a week. A week of tens if not scores men coming and going from heroffice. Men entering with the upbeat smile and a noticeable pep in theirstep – the bounce and upbeat stride of a man all but certain he was aboutto get lucky – and exiting with the sour disposition of one thwarted inthat goal. The busty nurse barely even felt the passage of time as shecompiled her data. When she did note the time, it was only out offrustration in the fact that there simply wasn’t enough of it in the day tosatisfiy what had become an obsession of proving an old wives talefalse.With each departure, Ivana’s notes grew. With each departure, shewas able to build a slow but continuous confidence in her findings.The second week presented an influx of decent (yet not particularlyawe-inspiring) members added to her study. Unlike the first week, it warmarred only with several subjects who Ivana knew most certainly would notbe admissible in her aim of proving the age-old myth of ‘small white cocks’up as false. It seemed like every positive step Ivana advanced in herresearch was met with two steps backwards when a penis of four inches,three inches (or less in a couple tragic cases) posed opposition to herwork. As the second week concluded, Ivana had made a fair amount ofprogress. Enough progress to where she was smiling – despite the lingeringbite of knowing she’d not yet found her ‘Great White Cock”- as she made herway out of her office on the second friday of her research. Her gorgeousfacial features beamed as she walked down the halls of Coxville High, andmany noted her trek down the school corridor – the more ample parts of herbody bouncing slightly inside her clothing from a noted spring in her step- as a happy one.This satisfaction – this contentment with the length and width of whitecocks she’d measured thus far- lasted for all of five minutes…On the night of that second friday, Ivana Swallows lay awake in her bed,her stark green eyes wide open, her sleep held at bay with ponderance,deduction, the looming pang of worry and punctuated with an even rarer(lesser acknowledged) pang of elation. Friday’s study – despite havingcollected useful data on dozens of native white men in Coxville – had takena severe blow. The brown haired beauty’s work faced with yet anotherunforeseen variable. Staring face-up at the ceiling of her bedroom longinto the AM hours of the night, the boar-like snoring of the sleepinghusband lying next to her composing the soundtrack to her restlessness, shelie awake with knots in her stomach and her thoughts racing miles perminutes. Ivana found herself sucked into the particulars of her study longafter she’d concluded the day’s work. She was a woman possessed, wroughtwith pressure and the (quite frankly) daunting task which – realizing nowmore than ever – towered before her. Her days filled with flaccid anderect penises, measurements, comparisons, speculations, statistical checks,estimations and guesstimations and reciting evaluations from those alreadydocumented consumed her every thought.Ivana had realized this earlier that night, while in bed with herhusband. She’d found herself thinking about work even during sex. WhileGeorge huffed and puffed his way to a quivering explosion of orgasm, she’dfound herself unable to take herself out of the role of “Nurse Swallows”,and the strange (unacceptibly coincidental) tribulations that posed againsther research. While George Swallows’ sweaty body bucked and rocked atopher, his white underwear briefs bunched round his ankles, his hirsuit anddoughy stomach brushing against her flat, hairless and well-toned one, shesilently sized up and estimated him. Five inches in length, three incheswide, she thought, running the numbers through her head as George pumpedfuriously into her. Beneath her husband she could feel the full measure ofhis manhood attempting to broach the further walls of her womanhood, andmissing the mark by far more inches than what he had to offer.”Huhng! Huhng! HUNHNG!” was the noise George would make while throwinghimself into his wife’s deliciously curvy hips.The noise he made always made Ivana think he was apeishly grunting theword hung beneath clenched teeth and a flattened tongue. Hung, her Georgewas anything but. Lord knew Ivana Swallows loved her man. Loved and wasdevoted to him as much as any proud woman of Coxville could love herhusband. But she had no delusions about the size and power of herhusband’s member. Sex with George invariably consisted of her trying toslow him down from his own frantic pace. Saving him from himself was howshe classified in her head. Holding him close to her and wrapping her firmlegs around the top of his marshmellowy behind – which had increased insize and softness over the last few years – so as to force him into a moreeven pace, to give their sex a longer span of time than the three minutesthat had become the average of their marital romps. Anything less wouldcause the sweet, worrisome fellow to beat himself up for it afterwards. Tobe frustrated and downtrodden from how quick his body reached its finish.”Huhng! Huhng! HUNHNG! OOOHH Ivy!” he called, enjoying the feel ofIvana’s thick muscular thighs clenching at his hips. Years of marriage,and she was still tight as she was on their wedding night.Doing this, as Ivy had learned, slowed George down by force. Subtractedthe number of inches her could slide into her by about half, her thighsacting a barricade from the deeper regions of her body and thereforelulling him into a more even pace. Ivana replied with her wordlesshalf-moans of pleasure, apeing George’s deep grunts kindly and doing arather good job of convincing him he could still give his smoking hot wifethe “good high and hard one”.”Oh, OoooH, OOOOOH! George!” Ivy cooed, one eye closed, the other openand looking up at his face to gauge his status.One minute, thirty-six seconds into their love-making, and the slicksheen of sweat had already formed at the crown his dark widow’s peak andhairy shoulders. He’s about to blow, Ivana thought with disappointed. He’s getting faster at this. In response to this deduction, Ivanatightened her grip more around her husband, her thighs clenching theslightest bit harder on his doughy hips and ass. This closed off theretreat of George’s swollen pink cock from her vagina, and guided him to gointo her in smaller, more controlled pumps. She estimated this bought himanother minute or two. Ivana soon caught herself drifting into thethoughts of her study. George’s attempts to satisfy her reminded Ivanathat – more than anything – she NEEDED to find larger white penises.The ones in her notes would suffice in proving that not ALL white men’smembers ceased growth at three inches, like the cruel stereotype insisted.But a white cock of a seven inch maximum would be worth next to nothing ifALL the black men sharing space in her journal were packing an average often inches. Ten inches…or more Ivana reminded herself, recalling thesour note in which her second week ended. Friday was supposed to have beena victory for her. A victory for the Coxville woman against her hatedrival/best friend. And while the earlier hours of the day showed promisethroughout, it (of course, knowing Ivana’s luck) just HAD to be unmade atthe end of all things, by the time the sun had set. Ivana turned uneasilyto her side in a tiny and mostly uneffective attempt to turn her ear awayfrom George’s snoring. She didn’t recall her husband reaching his climaxand rolling over into a bear-like sleep she was so entangled in herthoughts.”Damnit…” she cursed under her breath, as memory of what happened atthe end of friday came rushing back….It was the final day of school for the students until the new year. Thestudents of Coxville High s**ttered from the classroom doors, fanning outin a hail of hoops and hollers of joy and celebration and then filing outfrom the main corridor and into the streets outside. Ivana Swallows hadbeen caught in the stampede while on her way to Principle Long’s office,carrying in her hands a copy of her notes. She’d be glad to be rid of thenoise for a couple weeks. Free of the young shouts and that squeakingnoise teenagers seemed to be exclusively capable of making with their shoesas they trodded down the halls. A couple weeks of lingering silence in heroffice would do wonders for her research. As the old saying went; ‘no restfor wicked’, and though she’d never admit it aloud, Ivana Swallows couldn’thelp but feel the slightest bit of pride in comparing the saying to herselfand her work, her curvaceous body slightly bouncing inside her clothingpairing with a winning smile spreading across her lucious lips. Asdaunting as her task was, she had to admit she hadn’t been this exhileratedin…hell…ages. Her work, though she it knew it to be slanted and lessthan honest by her own hand, excited her. There was a thrill in herresearch. A lesser noted satisfaction in the knowledge that she wasengaged in something which both her peers and elders alike pressed down assomething forbidden. A rebel in her small nook of the south.The affair and thrill put an extra pounce and bounce in her step. Andpeople were noticing the aura of Ivana Swallows glowing with a faint butintoxicating allure.”Bye Nurse Swallows!” Chimed a group of girls as they passed her in thehallway. “Happy holidays.””You too girls. See you next year” Ivana replied with a kindly wave.”Bye~ Nurse Swallows” called a group of young white teenage boys inunison as they passed her, all of them totting skateboards in hand. Theircollective tone lingering and barely containing a flirtaceous edge.”Bye-bye~ boys. You be safe during break, you hear? I won’t be aroundto fix you up if you bust your behinds riding around on those things.”The boys chuckled among themselves. They were a group of skaters (threein total) who made it a point of finding new and increasingly creativeaccidents to get themselves sent into Nurse Swallow’s office. Ivy, nothaving bothered to ever memorize their names, took to calling them “theStooges”.The spreading knowledge of Swallows’ studying around town had onlyinspired the Stooges to double their efforts, Ivana had noticed. Oneparticularly interesting incident came in the form of all three of themappearing at her office (at the same time) with complaints of pain in thegroan. Kindly old Ms. Murdock swiftly put down their game when shebarked;”Kickin each other in the jewels will have that effect, ya numbskulls!”before hefting the three boys out with a quickness and strength Ivanadidn’t even know the old woman still possessed.”S’all that blasted MTV those boys watch. All that “JACKHOLES” and “RADBOYS” nonsense. Mimick it like monkeys in a zoo, I tell ya.”Ivana bore them no ill will or ire about it though. The three of them;a ginger haired boy with a peppering of freckles across his nose, a tallgangly boy with sandy blonde hair, and a short young man with long jetblack hair going down to his shoulders and a snow white complexion whichIvana felt was far too pale for someone who lived in the south. The trioof skateboarding thrill seekers were quite adorable in her eyes. Threewide eyed puppies who were constantly finding excuses to be in her company.”Sure thing Ms.S” chuckled the tall blonde boy.They lingered at the edge of the hall, watching Ivana pass them with ananticipatory glee. They made little effort to conceal their adoration withher body. Their eyes weren’t just undressing her, they were ripping thearticles right off. Ivana knew this, and took no offense. She likedknowing that she was still desirable to younger men. Loved knowing thather body and sass could still reduce fit young men into stammering messes.She subtly put on a little show of hardening her steps as she passed. Half-strutting like a model down a catwalk as she strode passed them. Their eyes couldn’t decide whether to focus on her gorgeous face,stunningly toned legs, round bubble butt or her deliciously large roundbreasts compacted into her clothes. Their eyes scanned up and down as thetrio watched the small show being presented to them by way of Ivana’s body.As she neared closer to Principle Long’s office, Ivana was called to again.Only this time, the tambour and manner of the greeting had a altogetherdifferent effect on the sexy school nurse.”Yo~! Nurse Swallows!” Boomed other voices from further down thecorridor.Unlike the first hail of compliments, these new voices left a sour and -rather taken aback – expression on her face. A group of tall muscularyoung black students further up the way shouted their own breed of hello tothe busty nurse.”You lookin fine, ma!” came another voice, this one even louder than thefirst.”As always!” added yet another.At these greetings, Swallows’ simply turned her nose up, choosing noteven to acknowledge the five some odd black youths as they stared her upand down with equal – no, superior even – interest in the nurse as the trioof skaters. They were half-huddled by the row of lockers on the far sideof the hall. Like the trio of skaters, they’d been enjoying the show ofwatching Ivana stride down the school halls, standing out among the crowdof teenage girls as a proud lioness would among a pride of cubs who’ve yetto fully bloom (for the most part). Kitty Summers and her group ofcheerleaders still made for intriguing eye candy as they made their waydown the halls, on the arm or at the bicep of several young black men, allof them members of the football or basketball team.”You have yo-fine self a merry ass Christmas, Ms. Swallows!””And a VERY happy New Year!” called another.Ivana refused to even bat an eye or utter an word as she passed theblack youths, her facial expression restricted to the slightest twitchingof the eyebrow at their deep bassen voices. Ugh, they’re all so fuckingvulgar Swallows thought. To think, Jenny would really have me and thegirls mess around with thugs like that. The mere thought of it set a firein Ivana’s stomach. A silent rage she’d been nursing still, long after theattempted coaxing from her best friend/rival, Jenny Summers. The blondefemale cheerleading coach had prompt Ivana and their friends, SammySpitzmen, Anya White and Bianca Blackwood to partake in a challenge sometime ago, while attending their monthly book club meeting. A sort carnal’hunting’ mission for black men in Coxville. A ridiculous challenge thatIvana was ENTIRELY too smart to fall for, but served as the spark ofinspiration she’d needed to finally bring the blonde slut down from hersocietal high-horse once and for all. In Ivana’s head she’d not forgottenthe night of the book club meeting (not by a long shot).The night when the blonde bimbo had presented them with this ridiculousdare. Ivana could admit to falling for Jenny’s vigor and assurity of”black superiority”, what Summer’s called the POWER of Big Black Cock. Ivana could even admit to her being (at the time) a bit taken with theidea. So taken and out of sorts from Jenny’s boistrous and resoundinglyconfident boasting that she’d given in and had joined in the sucking-off ofthat Samson boy along with her. Jenny always did have a knack for gettingpeople to do what she wanted, simply by flexing her enthusiasm at people.Ivana ultimate chalked up her reaction during the event, and the subsequenguilt pressing itself down on her mind, to simply being caught up in themoment. Watching Anya, Sammy, BB and Jenny bob their heads and choke theirtiny throats on that (big) black cock of that West boy had thrown her(against all reason) into a kind of frenzy, the throes of some sort of fitakin to “mob-mentality. She’d read up on the subject and decided that,judging by the similar symptoms, that had to be only logical explanation.Ivana had simply gotten lost in the moment, that’s all.Currently, while passing this group of dark skinned hoodlums, Ivanacould hardly believe or fathom how she’d been so gullible, so easily led tohit her knees by that manipulative blonde cow. I mean, Ivana thought, thetiniest voice of contrary chittering in her head as she neared the group ofboys, That boy Samson was in excellent shape. And this was true, SamsonWest was an athelete of notable physical prowess. Every bit of him lookedlike it’d be carved out of black stone. And yeah…the boy had a dick thathung down between his knees. This was also true, for Ivana had seen itfirst hand, had choked and sputtered on it like the other girls had. Ivanaeven went a step further as to the foot long thing explode in a spray ofwhite before he face.As Ivana neared closer to the black men in the hall, she quickly sizedthem up. Sure they’re big…HUGE even she thought. The group of gawkingblack all stood at an average of six feet. GIANTeven, she continued in hermind as she passed the center negro boy; his height of 6’4″ looming overher with a hungry desire as she strode proudly passed, her head and chincocked up in an appalled scoff, maintain the aire of the youth’s elder andsuperior. And sure, they’ve got muscles, she continued, noticing thephysique of the pack of black men as she walked, utilizing a particularskill of noticing their bodies without looking directly at them…Lots ofmuscle. Without turning her face or even shifting an eye, Ivana Swallowscould see the build of each individual negro. Jesus, ALL of them – not asingle exception in the group – stood without an impressive abundance ofsolid and well defined muscle. Biceps, triceps, abs, deltoids, quads andso forth on display in their various ill-fitting t-shirts, skin revealingtank-tops and baggy sagging shorts.They all looked like they bench-pressed cattle and did a thousandcrunches a day in their free time. It should be noted here, that IvanaSwallows – despite her observation of the black men – had not lookedanywhere near these young men’s crotches. She’d forced herself not to,whether out of some unspoken sense of dread, or out of a shadowy fear ofhaving her fears of what could have been hanging between this pack ofover-muscled brutes confirmed. Lots and LOTS of muscle…under that uglydark skin thought Ivana. In all her good sense as a woman of the south, aCoxville woman, she knew the sight should have sickened her. That thick,deep, dark, chocolate skin…Ivana got lost in her thoughts. So entrancedby how unattracted she was to the group of blacks, that she reacted ahalf-second later than perhaps was expected to the shock of the PLAP! noise that went off.The quick jolt on her body that instantly caused the icy mask she worebefore the youths to altogether melt away, her full lips reshaping from atight line into an O of shock. The noise of it startled her before thesensation did. The fleshy sound jolting her back to her senses before theconnection of a giant dark hand coming into contact with the inner curve ofher left ass cheek did.*GASP* Ivana sputtered. The resulting bounce and ripple from thenegroes’ round target inspired the entire group of erupt in a hail oflaughter and wolf-ish, OOOOOO-WE!! Th-that nigger…smacked my ass! Ivana’s brain finally catching up to the situation. One of them, one ofthese low-brow hoodlums, she couldn’t tell who, had actually reached overand smacked her on the ass as she walked by! Ivana reacted before she evenknew fully what her retort to the offense would be.”What the HELL?!” she belted, her voice unsure of whether to yell orsqueak from the stealthy assault. “Which one of you DID that!?”The black men, five in total, all suddenly adorned the same facialhalf-expression, a collective; “Wha? I didn’t do nothin” look all framingtheir strong African features. Five chilsed dark brown masks trying(poorly) to look innocent, while barring the smiles which wanted sodesperately to burst forth.”Speak UP! Which one of you SAVAGES did it!?”This insult jossled one of the youths to break his mask of feignedinnocence. He rose from his leaned position on the locker, his smilereplaced with a hostile frown in an instant, and stepped forward. His widegirth and frame caused the exiting students near him to give him a wideberth on general principle. If any other students in the hallway saw theoffense, they’d opted to keep quiet about it, choosing instead to continuewalking towards the hallway exit.”Whoa, whoa! Who da fuck you callin SAVAGE?!” came the burly negro, hisdark features somehow darkening even further as they settled on the iratenurse.”Yeah, dat shit ain’t cool Nurse Swallows.” Came the voice of theshortest negro in the group (who stood at a mere 5’11”)”What OTHER pack of BARBARIANS am I standing in front of right now,genius?!” Ivana said in stark defiance. The black youth in the center -the largest by Ivana’s observation by far – then stepped up. He stood atmore than half a head taller than her, easy. However, her ire at beingtouched had caused her to elect fight over flight. Her anger outweighingher fear.Almost out of a further defiance, Ivana unconciously cocked a curvaceouship to one side, the back of her right wrist pressing against the cockedhip in a kind of dare issued via body language. An unspoken and(unconciously sexy) silent challenge for one of the riled up blacks to eventry laying another finger on her.”Now, the one that did it can either step up, have his shinning momentof manhood and come clean, OR!” Ivana scanned the group with her emeraldgreen eyes, testing the metal of the gang in front of her. “I can have allFIVE of you in Principle Long’s office RIGHT now ! I’m sure you’ve ALLbeen in his office enough times that he can suss out which one of you hasthe biggest problem with keeping his hands to himself!””Hey, I ain’t liken yo tone, lady!” Came the largest youth from thecenter. “Even IF one of us DID touch yo old stuck up ass, you ain’t gottatalk to people like you all high an mighty an shit.”The giant black youth directed his scowel down at Ivana. She couldn’thelp but feel the slightest knot of unease form and begin coil in her bellyas she looked faced down (or rather, faced up) and into his intense browneyes. Jesus, this guy’s a giant! she thought. A part of her teased theimage of him being able to pick her up effortlessly with one arm. Anotherpart of her – the Nurse Swallows still conducting her study – teased thesmallest desire to look down at the giant black man’s crotch. 9.3″flaccid, rough estimation of 11.5″ erect, she guesstimated. This lattervoice went unacknowledged. The giant was an intimidating blend of muscle,mass and height, with a cast-iron jaw that made him look at least severalyears older than he was. It seemed like the entirety of him had beencarved out of solid black marble.”Oh yeah, IF one of you touched me?” Ivana continued. Scared or not,she knew she couldn’t back down to these guys. No, she WOULDN’T back downto them. These after-school hoods had the NERVE, the outright NERVE ofgetting offended for THEIR touching HER body?! “Because I hallucinated agiant gorilla hand smacking my ASS!”This angered the group even further, and a part of Ivana – the sensiblesouthern belle part – wanted to take a huge step back as the rest of thegroup stood up to their full height in response to her insult. 9.5″flaccid 9″ flaccid, 7.6″ flaccid. 10″ flaccid, her head guesstimated,though she knew there was no way she could have really calculated the boy’ssizes simply by observing their builds. This latter part too was ignored,and Ivana stood her ground.”THA FUCK?!” came one of the youths. “GORILLA hands!? Bitch I outta–“That was a far as the muscled youth’s threat went however. For just asthe five youths chests began to puff in outrage at Ivana’s insults, asixth, larger voice entered the dispute.”NOW, WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL ARE YA’LL DOIN!?”The voice was an explosion of sound. A battering ram of vocal tone thatbroke through the rising clash of Ivana and the five youths, a boom of deepthunder formed into language overtaking them.The black youths and Ivana all turned in the hall to the voice’s origin.Among the thinning clamour in the hall, stood a man. He was tall enoughthat he stood above most of the exiting teenagers in the hallway. He wasbald, older than the youths yet built with similarly defined mounds ofmuscles, and had a clean shaven bald head that, at the moment, sported asingle sprouting vein under the skin closer to the man’s temple from whatcould have only been a mounting anger.”Ah shit, its Coach!” muttered the shortest negro under his breath.”ALL FIVE OF YOU LIGHT-WEIGHTS ARE STANDIN ‘ROUND LIKE YOU GOT NOTHINBUT TIME TO KILL!”As he spoke, the towering form of Coach Black strided towards the group,his arms and legs swinging and stomping as though he were a military drillinstructor about to have at his untempered subordinates.”Ah man, s-sorry Coach!” all five of the teens seemed to belt in unison,shrinking back like five dark skinned puppies before a rolled up newspaper.”YA’LL ACT LIKE WE AIN’T GOT A HEAVY ASS DAY OF DRILLS TO DO!”Ivana hardly had time to catch her breath when she saw swiftly the bandof unruly blacks s**tter from their posts near the line of lockers. Theirheads were bowed low as they passed the bald black man, the comical sightof even the largest youth – who stood a fair bit taller than Black – limpaway from Ivana and their conflict, his pride, swagger and aggressionmelting away in mere seconds before the superior male.”I GUESS YA’LL WANT LAPS TIL YOU PASS OUT, HUH?!””NO COACH. SORRY COACH!” The boys – because that’s what they’d beenreduced to in a single moment – belted.”SORRY! WE’RE GOIN!” They all said, repeating the phrase all the waylike a kind of holy mantra which would protect them against Coach Black’swrath.”YOU BET YO ASS YOU SORRY! NOT AS SORRY AS YOU’RE GONNA BE IN FIVEMINUTES THOUGH! I SUGGEST YOU ARMOR UP, CUZ TONIGHT, I’M SHOWIN YOU BOYSALL EIGHT CIRCLES OF HELL!!”As the boys fanned out and rushed down the hall towards the locker roomdouble-doors, Coach’s steps eased as they reached the vacinity of NurseSwallows.”GO! GO! GO!” Black barked after them, chuckling only after they werefar enough distance away not to hear him.It wasn’t until that first big intake of air that Ivana had realizedshe’d been holding her breath. She let out a deep exhalation and halfgasped in want of more air. Her heart was hammering so hard in herwell-endowed chest she half-worried Coach Black would be able to hear it.”You got the not-backin-down part right” said Black, his once boomingvoice now lulled into a smoother, but still deep bass. “It’s your barkthat needs some work.”Ivana looked at Black, then at the fleeing group of youths as theyscampered down the hall. Her shock to the offense suddenly sprang forward,as though it had been caught in a pause of suffered a delayed reaction inthe heat of the moment. She pointed at finger at the departing youths.”O-One of those, those THUGS smacked my ass!” Ivana sounded like shecould hardly believe it now. “I mean, WHERE the hell did those k**s learntheir manners? The kennel?”I hear ya, I hear ya” said Coach Black, his hand up in a mock-gestureof surrender. “Sorry bout them. They’re a bit gassed up since the lastgame. Pent up aggression, you know? It happens.””Well, it WON’T be happening again. Not after I inform Principle Longabout this. That’s sexual harrassment for crying out loud.””And I’m gonna make sure I take it out of their hides the rest of theweek” replied Black, his wide grin forming on his full lips.Ivana knew that smirk. She’d seen him aim it at her, Jenny, theirmutual riend and co-worker Bianca Blackwood, Bobbie Sue Kindle, and justabout every beautiful woman he came across. It was a cocky, upturned andoverly self-assured turning of his lips, and it always filled Ivana withthe urge to smack him. With Jenny – as Ivana could have very easilyguessed – it had had the polar effect of making her melt like butter, afact which Jenny herself had confessed several times over by now. Ivanahad made it a point to avoid Coach Black when and wherever possible in thepast. Prior to her learning Black was Jenny Summer’s silent boyfriend,she’d shown zero interest in the chiseled physical education teacher. Shedidn’t trust his smile, his cocky attitude, and was more or less appauledby his overly competitive nature. He reminded her of all the jocks she’dgone to school with in high school. The linemen and quarterbacks who allstumbled over themselves and each other for Jenny’s attention. As itturned out, Coach Black had been no different than them. The way Ivanaunderstood, the moment Jenny decided to step outside her marriage and foolaround with a black man, Black had been right there to answer the blondebitch’s call. Up close though, looking the tall, dark and exceptionallywell-muscled Coach up and down, even Ivana had to admit that Coach Blackwas a particularly stunning male specimen…for a black guy, she madeherself add. Ivana was fairly confident that all she’d have to do to stealCoach Black from Jenny was bat her eyes and run a finger down his chest.Hmph, so this is Jenny’s prize black stallion…Ivana thought, as thoughseeing Coach Black for the first time. In a way, she had. Seeing the tallbald Phys. Ed instructor as Jenny’s secret paramour made him appear almostbrand new to the gorgeous brunette. He went from being a cocky co-workerwho would sneak glances at Ivana’s ass and breasts at every opportunity, tothe cocky co-worker who Ivana knew was fucking (quite vigorously if one wasto believe the stories) her greatest rival. It was an odd thing, the roleof Black having switched in what appeared to be an instant. I could takehim, Ivana thought. She wondered to herself what exactly she meant by takehim. Take him from Jenny or take him in a different way. Wrestling withthe thought actually caused the knot in Ivana’s stomach to return and coilagain the slightest bit. Coil, but then descend deeper into her body. Drop one floor lower than her belly and settle somewhere between her legs,a tension being held there that she couldn’t altogether fight or explain.They’d begun walking down the school corridor before she even knew it, notquite gauging the moment when her trek to Long’s office had become a strollwith Coach Black.”So”, Black began casually, “how’s your study goin?”The two walked slowly down the hall side by side.”Its…Its going…” was all Ivana could bring herself to say. Shecouldn’t/wouldn’t tell him how difficult her search for big white cocks andsmall(er) black cocks was going.”Word is you’re only acceptin the white boys.””No. That’s not true” Ivana rebuked, have waving the hand which hernotes at him. “I’m only starting with the caucasian males in town. Itonly makes sense to go through one element of the study completely, BEFOREmoving onto another.””I see…” replied Coach Black, not wholly convinced by his tone. “Well, when you’re ready to see a REAL male speciman, you know where tofind me. Ha-ha”Black marked the offer with a showy flexing of his arm and a wink at thebuxom brunette. Ivana half turned her head to the black man before bawkingout loud and turning her nose up.”What interest could you possibly have in my study?””What chu talkin bout Ivy?” Said Coach sheepishly.Coach Black had taken to calling Ivana “Ivy” some time ago, afterhearing Jenny refer to her as such. Ivy was a nickname Ivana reserved forher friends and family. Black was neither, and thus her face adopted amomentary scowl whenever she heard him call her by that name. However, asit might be noted, she never rebuked or demanded him to STOP güngören escort calling herIvy. A contradiction which the busty brown haired nurse had noted, but notyet taken steps to remedy, simply opting to ‘go with the flow’ as it were.”I recall you falling asleep at the faculty meeting about my nutritionstudy last term.””Yeah…” Black confessed, slowly. “I told you, I was just restin myeyes.””You were snoring.””I wasn’t snorin.”Ivana shot him an icy glare of challenge.”Well…I MIGHT have dozed off for a minute or two.”Ivana scoffed again and sped up her walk, her pace overtaking CoachBlack’s own to the point he had to walk faster to keep up.”I mean, come on, even you gotta admit that study was a pure snooze”said Black. “Ain’t nothin even remotely interesting about the caloricdetails going into our c***dren’s foods.”The last bit of Black’s sentence he’d adopted a stern, flat and ratheriritable tambour in his voice, a mock (but suprisingly accurate) mitationof Ivana’s voice.”Well…as one who specializes in physical fitness, I’m ratherdisappointed to see how little you care about the health of your students.””Look” replied Coach Black confidently, “My nutrition policy’s realsimple; put whatever you want in your mouth, just be prepared to work itoff double time when you hit me up for a workout.”The part about put whatever you want in your mouth loomed in Ivana’sbrain for a moment. She wondered if Coach Black knew about what she andthe girls had done the night of the book club meeting. If perhaps – afterone of their sweaty trysts – Jenny had spilled to her nubian god thedetails about what they’d done with the West boy.”You know” Ivana replied, flattly. “I think that mentality might havesomething to do with why blacks have a higher rate of diabetes and heartdisease in America.””Ouch, harsh Ivy” said Black.”Just the facts as I read them, Coach.””If you check me out, you’ll see I’m about as fit as they come though.””Hmmm…” Ivy replied, feigning as though she were thinking about itwhile looking him up and down. “I’ll have to take your word for it.””So is that your way of saying I won’t be admitted into your preciousmedical study?””Not at all what I said. Anyone at the age of eighteen or older isallowed to participate in the study.””Really?” said Black, a skeptical tone on his tongue. “That ain’t whatI heard.””Oh?” replied Ivana.”Word is, I heard you had a visit from a pal of mine, first day of yourstudy. Wa-Wa.””Ugh, Mr.Wallace…” said Ivana, not even trying to mask her revulsionof the previous case study. “He WOULD be a friend of yours, wouldn’t he?””Said you turned him down, flat. Didn’t even bother to check him out.””I said anyone who wishes to participate in the study may participate.That’s not however a promise that they will be admitted into the study.””Mmmmhm” muttered the chiseld black man. “Sounds sketchy to me.”Ivana wanted to rebuke the cocky dark skinned adonis, but kept herselfcalm as they neared the double doors of the gym locker.”Like I said before Coach Black, your sudden interest in my studysurprises me. You don’t exatly strike me as the erudite type.”Coach Black’s pace suddenly slowed, and unexpectedly (even to Ivana)Ivana’s pace halted upon realizing the black man no longer following her.In a second of undefiniable panic, Ivana worried that her insults had gonetoo far. That her caustic nature had finally caused Black to become angrywith her. She couldn’t quite discern why this risk bothered her so much,why the risk of Black no longer wishing to be around put in such an abruptstate of worry. Her heart eased when she noticed that Coach’s secessionfrom their stroll wasn’t one brought on by anger. Observing thedouble-doors of the room marked “BOY’S LOCKER ROOM” Ivana realized Blackhad simply reached his destination. Principle Long’s office lay further upahead and around the bend of the school building, and this was simplyCoach’s stop.”There’s quite a bit about me that I think would Surprise you, Ivy” saidCoach Black, his cocky smirk shooting at her in its full glory. “I’m gamewhen you are.”Ivana’s heartbeat quickened a beat, that coiling between her legs atsome point melting into a small but steady heat.”I…” Ivana began, subtly looking Coach up and down from her positionin near the door. My god…he’s all muscle too she thought, as thoughrealizing Black’s beyond impressive physique for the first time. His body,matched with his award winning smile (which even Ivana had to confess wasrather handsome up close) sent a rush of heat rippling throughout theCoxville nurses’ body.”I’ll think about it. Research on the African-American males in mystudy begin next week. If I find myself short-handed, I MIGHT give you acall.”The MIGHT was all Coach needed to shift his smirk into a full on smile.”Lookin forward to it” he said, before pressing himself against bothdouble doors and shoving them open with a showy display of manly force.It was then that it happened… …Now, it could be debated that Ivana Swallows simply saw what she saw bysheer accident. That she was already close enough to the open doors to beable to peer inside the boy’s locker room by simply turning her head. Itcould also be debated that she simply gave in to her girlish curiousityand, in a single spark of yearned adventure, took a couple steps forward toget a better look at what/who resided inside. Whatever the reason, whetheraccident or deliberate, the sight beheld would haunt Ivana from there on.Ivana’s eyes had difficulty making sense of it at first. She’d spentthe better part of the week looking at a small army’s worth of white cocks.3″, 4″, 5″, 6″ and a few nearing the realm of 7″. THIS thought, this wassomething else entirely. The locker room was filled to the brim with youngmen. Young, strong, athletic young men at ages (she’d guessed) between16-18. A bevy of young, strong, athletic young BLACK men…in variousstages of undress. The entire locker room a loud clamor of boyish noise.The squeak and shut of opening and closing lockers, that male-musk aroma ofthe room wafting into her nostrils. The scene lasted for (perhaps) sixseconds, the time it took for the gym doors to slowly bridge themselvesshut. But in those six seconds, Ivana’s whole plan, the entire goal of herstudy, was dealt a mighty blow.A small army of muscular, beyond well-defined bodies the color of deepbrown and caramel, dark coffee and a couple that crept close to onyx inshade. The half naked ones caused her eyes to widen in shock. They’ve gotmuscles on TOP of their muscles, Ivana thought. Arms like boulders, backsand shoulders built like Belgian Blue cow, abs that looked like they’d beenphoto-shopped into real life. deep bronzed complexions sporting physiquesthat her husband George – even in his prime – couldn’t dream of holding acandle to. And then, Ivy’s eyes scanned downward, and her throat couldn’thelp but let out a gasp.”Jesus!” she choked, getting a glimpse of the fully naked black men inthe room.9.5″, 8.6″, 10″, 9.2″,10.5″. Her head took a mental note of each malein the room, sizing him up instantly with a precision and speed she didn’teven know she had until that moment. The larger black males of the bunch,the ones spanning 6′ plus had cocks the length and width of a simplyinconceivable size. The arms of black babies and the containers of ebonyPringles cans dangling freely between their thick muscular thighs. Waftingto and fro like it was…NORMAL to have cocks that huge and full. Theshorter young men, the ones shorter than 6 feet (even the ones who Ivanawould have stood taller than) seemed to have shorter cocks, but werecompensated in some freakish balance of nature in having thicker membersthan their peers. It was like nature had somehow redistributed their lackof inches in height, and instead repurposed them into having fatter cocks.Bulbous cock-heads that made Ivana’s lady parts quiver at the mere thoughtof invasion swung heavy and proud beneath them. 8.7″,9.0″, 8.4″, 10.6″! !!! Thick slabs of vein-laced flesh swinging this way and that, pendulousand proud in front of the curve-graced brunette nurse. Giant pairs oftesticles hanging low like two dark g****fruits seemed to be the standardin this crowd, and Ivana shivered at the thought of how much semen must besitting in each pair. Her mind drifted back to the group of young thugswho’d she argued with. Went back to her ass being smacked. It was a denof bulls, and Ivana could – in a strange silent way – understand howrestless bulls would get in the face of a fit female. She couldn’t quitefight the idea that the giant black hand that smacked the soft white fleshof her ass had wanted to empty testicle THAT huge and round into her. Aload from balls as big as these would likely drown me, she confessed,remembering how taken aback she was when Samson West came in her face. Some of the boys in this room seemed to be superior to him even!Sweet Jesus, ALL of these niggers have huge cocks! Thought Ivana.Her chest began to heave, actually hefting as though she were havingtrouble breathing from the spectacle. Her mouth was in an O of shock, herlips reshaped into a silent expression of befuddlement and a hithertounexplored rush of…what? Terror or excitement? Ivana couldn’t tellwhich. As the menagerie of huge blacks cocks paraded in front of her, thesurreal show of dark penises coming to an end as the double doors finallysealed themselves, Ivana caught sight of one final individual; Coach Blackhimself.”ALRIGHT LADIES, SUIT UP! TODAY GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE DAYS!!!Coach Black howled to the roaming mass of young black males. He wasstripping out of his fitted jeansand was in the middle of dawning hissignature pair of red workout shorts. Even from her current distance asshe was, Ivana could make out – clear as if he were right before here – thecompacted mass sitting inside his tight white briefs.11.5″…flaccid…Ivana’s womb shuddered at the thought of what a cock THAT long and THATthick could do to a woman. He stood at the center of the clamoring youthslike a king would his subjects. His muscles rippling as he dawned hisfitness attire. The fourth official black cock Ivana Swallows had seenfirst hand (even if she were in denial about the room full of other blackyouths) measured at 11 plus inches…soft. Ivana’s heart was hit by a coldwet splash of realization….All their cocks are too big…Ivana’s heart sank, while her vagina subtly grew moist (a phenomena thatIvana would only realize much later). Her face fell into a deep scowl thatfought with a frown.All of them…every single damn one of them…Samson West was huge. That was one, and at the time Ivana accepted theidea that one in a dozen black men in the county could be carrying a cockthat long and thick. The brute in Jenny’s video and his inhumanly longdong made two. THAT Ivana could even swallow (figuratively speaking), forTWO black men of notable size and girth wouldn’t be inconceivable either.Wa-Wa Wallace and his crudely fat dark cob of a cock had tipped the scalesat three. And hell, Ivana could even admit to herself that she EXPECTEDCoach Black to be in possession of an impressive piece of manhood. Lordknew Jenny wouldn’t shut up about it. Ivana could (begrudgingly) acceptthat, she could live with that. She felt like she might have beenforgetting another negro she’d seen with an impressiveBut this…THIS? An entire ROOM full of the brutes. A wholelocker-room teeming with cocks that made the entire list of white men she’dbeen carrying around in her notes (like it was something impressive) seemabout as equip as a troupe of pre-adolescent boys. The measurements sheheld in her hand like they were sacred findings were NOTHING compared towhat she just saw! And in the wake of this, another frightening thoughtquickly crossed her mind.Those were just the black men from ages 16-18….The thought hit Ivana like a fist. Excluding Coach Black, ALL thoseboys in the locker room were teenagers. Teenage boys varied in time withthe finishing of puberty. Some boys stopped growing after 14, othersdidn’t hit a growth spurt until 18. The thought of some of those boys(twenty or more in the room by Ivana’s count) having inches ADDED to theirbodies 10.5″ and THEN a growth spurt…the thought made Ivana’s insidesache.All of them…An entire room of young black men carrying cocks THATbig…and who STILL carried the threat of growing bigger still with age. Even if one fudged facts on the numbers, there’s no way that was possible.Absolutely, positively, no way. But alas, Ivana had seen the proof withher own two green eyes. Witnessed the spectacle herself of how; inCoxville County, EVERY black man – despite reason and all evidence ofscience stating otherwise – was in possession of a Monster Cock. When thedouble-doors finally closed all the way, Ivana’s head dropped, along withthe notes that she’d been carrying in her hand….Ivana’s recap of the beyond frustrating ordeal left her feeling drained.Emotionally, physically, spiritually she felt worn down to the nub. Aflood of worrisome ideals and nagging fears overtook her. What am I gonnado now? How am I EVER going to find enough white cocks who can measure upto all THAT? They couldn’t ALL possibly be so huge, could they? It musthave been some kind of crazy fluke, right? Somehow the ENTIRE minority ofblacks with huge cocks somehow ALL found themselves in the locker room…atthe SAME time…in the SAME PLACE….JUST as Ivana was walking by. ThatHAD to be the only possible explanation…right? The questions nagged andtugged at her like the undertow of a great sea. Her anxiety gradually gaveway to an etherial weariness, her worry slowly melting into a glassyexhaustion. And there, in her wide bed and next to her beloved snoringhusband, Ivana Swallows lulled herself into an uneasy sleep, uncertainabout how she could possibly bounce back from such an overwhelming find ofevidence, but – at the moment – too exhausted to care….That night, Ivana Swallows had a most peculiar dream. She’d never notedherself as being one to recall her dreams in the past, not ever. Invariably Ivana awoke to (perhaps) barely the scarcest fragments andblurriest of lingering images about her dreams. So this particular reverie- a crysal film in high definition in its vividness and clarity – struckher as far more than odd. In the theatre of Ivana’s mind, she saw herselfback at Coxville High. She was alone and standing in the main hallway ofthe school, which somehow appeared to be both rich and full in color yet(contradictively) stuck in a bichromatic pattern of black and white. Everything, the lockers, doors, drinking fountains, steps, rails,everything in sight was either an inky black, or a stark white. Itreminded Ivana of one of those old black-and-white films from the 1920sshe’d love to watch. Everything carried a high glossed and definition, yetseemed trapped between the two hues.Gathering herself and getting a gauge of her surroundings, Ivana beganto walk down the hall. Immediately she noticed the lack of an echo as herheels (black in color) clacked on the solid floor of the corridor hallway.Looking down, she noticed the difference of the floor. It wasn’t thesingular (and rather tacky) off-white shade of the hallway floor she knewit to be in real life. No, in her dream the corridor was a richly andthickly layered checker-board of black and white. It reminded her of thesame kind that was in her office. Indeed, it was the very same kind oftile. The thought left her mind as quickly as it entered, her actions – asthey often did in the realm of dreams – choosing to move on involuntary,and proceeded following the details of some unknown script. She continuedfor some time, looking here and there at her surroundings and occassionallycalling out?”Hello? Is anyone else here?”Though the words came out of her mouth, Ivana somehow knew that – inthis strange dual-colored vista of her mind – they weren’t being echoedthroughout the hallway. No, somehow Ivana knew that the words that werecoming out of her mouth were not conveyed through audible sound, butthrough the grainy square box and slightly shaky old-time text of a titlecard. Through that silent, unknowable link that seems to hold reign inone’s dreams, Ivana knew this.”Hello~?” came her words, sounding not in the air, but showing up inwritten captions.No sound, not a single utterance. Ivana continued her trek, not at allsure of where she was going or what she planned to do when she got there.In the strange way that dreams did, she could somehow see herself fromabove. That peculiar god-view granted to the dreamer allowing her to lookdown on the sight of herself as she walked down the corridor. Ivana couldsee that she – the Ivana that was walking some feet below her – wore anurses’ outfit. A stark white skirt that was (phrasing it generously)perhaps a bit too tight for her body. A slim-fit white skirt made of someslick-looking fabric that looked more like lingerie than an officialnurses’ uniform. It clung and hugged firm at her ample curves, teasing atthe round mounds of her bubble butt and restricting her walk to a confinedshift of a gait that kept her thick muscular thighs clasped together. Onethigh had to swing and shift round the other for her to take a step. Herlegs were adorned in a pair of sheer stalkings of some unknowable darkcolor (likely a lighter variant of black by her guess) and rode up high toaround her mid-thigh. The bareness of her legs – the skirt cut so highthat it always appeared to tease at the point between her legs – was notedas the most modest element of her clothing. What on EARTH am I wearing?The rest of the tight-fitting uniform lacked such consideration forcovering her body. The short sleeves of the white uniform showcased infull her smooth and rather toned arms. In one hand Ivana noticed that shewas carrying a black medical clipboard. Around Ivana’s neck were theplastic and metal pronged ends a stethoscope. The thick rubber tube of theacoustic device hung lazy but firm between the open (and beyond bountiful)flesh of her cleavage. Ivana’s huge mammeries were pressed together to thepoint of agony inside the skin-tight garment, her immense GG breastslooking even larger somehow mashed insidethe white folds cloth (or whateverfabric the uniform was made out of) and looking about ready to burst thetiny buttons of the uniform if not given their freedom soon. The circularend (the chestpiece as Ivana full well knew) of the stethoscope was tiltedand positioned up and outward inside her cleavage, the round silver(currently white colored) end pointing ahead like some sort of tinysatelite dish as Ivana continued walking. The rythmic bouncing of herimmense breasts somehow – in a feat of physical magic – did not disturb thechestpiece nor knock it out of place as she walked.Attached to the clipboard was a small stack of white pages, of whichIvana could not read, despite having full control over the distance andangle she could observe the dream. In this inability to read the chart’scontents, Ivana faintly recalled some far off fact she once read about howpeople were invariably unable to make out words in their dreams. Considering that she was able to read the words of dialogue rather thanhear them in her dream however, she doubted the factual truth of this idea.All the same, while trying to read the clipboard – her viewing eyesattempting to peer over her own shoulder and gaze at the sheet below – shecould not make out any of what the pages read. Indeed, there were wordswritten upon the white pages. Words written down solid and in a thick,finely handwritten black ink. But Ivana could not rightly discern theindividual letters. Each time her eyes settled on one letter, an H here oran O there, the full line of text would suddenly turn into a jumble beforeher vision. Reshape or suddenly reconstitute out of focus and into a blurof indecipherable characters which her eyes could not process. Afterseveral failed attempts of trying to make out the first page, Ivanawithdrew from the effort, chosing instead to watch herself walk.Her trek seemed to take a life-age, the hallway at least three times aslong as it was in real life. Along the way Ivana noticed the same line ofdoors made up the various rooms in the hallway. All the square portalslined in an enfilade fashion on both sides, from one end of the hall to theseemingly endless other. By the time Ivana had noticed a change in theshape of the walls, it had felt like some minutes had passed. Ivana – thewalking Ivana – suddenly stopped mid-step. The abrupt ceasing of her trekcaused the spying Ivana to start, breaking in mid air as though she werefollowing close behind in a state of flight and almost bumping intoherself. The sudden stop from the walking Ivana caused the mounts of herass to jiggle in her uniform the slightest bit.Is my ass really that…jiggly? she wondered. It wasn’t possible forher to see how her whole body looked while in motion like this, and theresponse of her body from abrupt movement struck her a curious. Ivana wasa fiend and stickler about physical health. She’d spend hours upon hoursper week honing and maintaining her sumptuous physique alongside her friendSammy Spitzmen. Sammy, a sweet girl (if a bit dense and more than a bitclumsy), had been the focus and guide of her workout routines. Herpersonal trainer in all but title. Ivana had to acknowledge on severaloccassions that the gorgeous redhead’s stamina and in-gym ferocity trumpedIvana’s own by whole floors. It always struck Ivana as an odd nature. Thelithe and remarkably toned ginger housewife couldn’t take two paces in aeven-kilter space without falling flat on her tight round bottom, orknocking something over in regular life.Inside the gym however, Sammy was a goddess of balance, speed andprecision among men and women. Ivana was able to keep her 36 year old bodyin the definition and shape shape of a woman in her 20s just by trying tokeep up with the hyperactive redhead. Despite her most stalwart effortshowever, Ivana never seemed to be able to get rid of that extra bit ofjiggle in her rear end. That extra bit of junk in the trunk as thedark-skinned brutes had voiced to her on many an occassion. After clockingin hundreds of squats over the course of each week, her full apple shapedrump neither reduced in size nor hardened in its outer shape. Ivy couldfeel the inner muscles were strong and solid as could be, but that extrajiggle and puffiness on her posterior never seemed to go away. It wasmaddening to see now from a bird’s eye view. Her ass popping and quakingsubtly like twin half-sphered jello molds with each step.Walking Ivana then half turned on her heel and suddenly faced oneparticular door. Ivana noted this to be the one door which stood out amongthe multitude. Large double doors which stood high before her. Ivanaimmediately recognized them as the double doors to the men’s locker room.”I know you’re in there!” said/read the walking Ivana, facing the closeddoor and cocking one of hourglass shaped hips to the side in barely hiddenbelt of impatience and mounting iritation.”You gonna open up, or what!?”Almost immediately in reply, the double-doors began to open.Free of any hand, the twin portals spaced themselves, ever so slowly, toreveal the interior of the room that laid beyond it. The watching Ivanaheld her breath in anticipation, a part of her already knowing what residedbehind the titanic twin doors. It was almost motion-for-motion the samesight as what she had beheld earlier that day while at the school. A smalltrope of a dozen or more men in various states of undress. It was allrippling abs, bulging arms, strong chiseled backs and thickly muscledthighs. Though there was no sound, Ivana could imagine the grumble andclamour of noise. The sound of (black) teenage boys engaged in theirinsipid immature form of crude gossip. And walking Ivana beheld the slewof dangling manhood before her.8.6″, 9.0″. 9.2.”.9.5″.9.7″ , the numbers were recounted in her head,both Ivana’s heads.9.9″, 10.2″, 10.5″, 10.8.” the numbers increased as Ivana watched theprecession of dark shaded men walking this way and that througout thelocker room, stripping in front of her as though she weren’t there. Then,suddenly, they all acknowledged that she was there. All the men, shadowedtitans of pure muscle and strength, all turned to face her. Their darkeyes all looking at her in unison, scanning her body trapped inside theill-fitting garments with a deep hunger. Their eyes gazed at her face,lips, hips and her full breasts. They gazed at her thick strong thighs andshapely calves, curvy hips which were cocked at its familiar defiant angle,and at the space between her legs which was only ‘oh-so-slightly’ keptveiled by the hem of her white uniform. The hail of dark eyes looked uponthe marvel and majesty of her body, and they wanted.”I don’t have all day.”Walking Ivana then did just that into the boy’s locker room. The doubledoors yawning open and unmoving as she walked – no, strode – into thelocker room. Her head and chin were up, her eyes were defiant and her bodybouncing ever-so-slightly with the confident beat and pace of her step. The watching Ivana shifted herself and line of vision. As Ivana enteredthe room, she began to observe the black men, all of them standing stiffand at attention as she appraised their bodies.”9.2″, 9.5″, 9.6″, 9.7″…”The watching Ivana could somehow keep up mentally and confirm the men’ssizes as she went along, their minds somehow connected as the moving onejotted down notes onto her clipboard.”9.9″, 10″, 10.2″, goodness, and a FAT 10.2″ at that! What’ve you beenfeedin that thing, boy?””Blondes mostly, ma’am.””He-he, well, looks like a change in diet might be in order.””WHAT’S THE HOLD UP, YOU MAGGOTS?!” came a voice onto the title screen.The young men, their cocks dangling heavy, strong and low, remained atattention as another male figure entered the picture. Unlike the others,Ivana was able to make out his shape and non-voice almost instantly. Histitanic over-muscled body sounded the indentifying alarm in the brunettenurses head immediately as Coach Black.”Well what’s it look like?”, said/read walking Ivana, while spying Ivanaclosed her position from above to adopt a closer view below. “Healthinspection. You boys are long over due.”Already the viewing aspect could feel her insides tense and moisten atthe sight of the tall chiseled negro. Up close, she had to admit, CoachBlack was remarkably attaction (for a black man). She saw that Coach Blackwas bare, except for a stark white – rather ill-fitting – towel that hewore loosely around his hips. Already she see the fat expanse of inchespeaking from the slit of the towel, veins already growing full with blood.”Well…”, began the towering lead Coach. “Whose fault is that? We’vebeen in here waitin the whole time. You the one who been messin aroundwith all those tiny ass lil white cocks.”Ivana – the walking one and the spying one now – both replied,”It only makes sense to go through one element of the study completely,BEFORE moving onto another.””Yeah, yeah, yeah” said/read Coach. “Well…you here now… must meanyou’re ready to play with the big boys.””I don’t play, Coach…”Walking Ivana had been jotting down notes on her clip board as theyspoke. Even while looking directly over her shoulder, Ivana couldn’t makeout the letters. The numbers however;9.2″, 9.5″, 9.6″, 9.7″, 9.9″, 10″, 10.2″ she could make out just fine.”Now…” Ivana began. “You black boys seem to be averaging about 9″.”Tapping the black-ink pen which she’d somehow conjured out of thin airagainst her lower lip, she explained to the assembled black men.”My prognosis rings the same for all of you I’m afraid.”Ivana paced back and forth, her head rising from her clipboard only whenshe’d ceased the repetitive motion.”Looks like all you boys all share a similar deformity; AfricanusPhallus Gigantus.The dark men looked around the room at one another, while the shadeidentified as Coach Black stood motionless, his buff arms crossed over hisbare chiseld chest.”These early measurements I’ve taken show you all exhibit similarsymptoms; abnormally large penis and equally sizable testicle, heavymuscular tone and definition, and – lest I forget – a sex drive borderingon nymphomania. However…”Ivana then abruptly stopped her pacing, the meat of her cleavageswooping slightly in the company of her jiggling ass as she dramaticallyturned to face the onlooking band of shadow-men.”I’m afraid these measurements only yield the results of yourconditions…while in their flaccid state. I’m gonna need you boys to getthose cocks good and hard for me, so I can better understand, and get aFULL and THOROUGH…GRASP of the situation.”And the shadow men, all in unison, stood at attention once again. Theall bore deep smiles on their ebony carved faces.”STARTING…” Ivana said/read. “With you!”Ivana’s glance fell directly onto the shadowed Coach Black.”Lose the towel…”And by the busty brunette’s command, the towering black figure discardedoff the white garment in a shrug. The spying Ivana couldn’t hold back afeeling of excited glee at how her walking self commanded these big burlyniggers. She was in control, she was confident, and – more importantly -they seemed to follow every command she gave them. As the towel fell away,the other shadows in the room remained standing like manniquins along theline of lockers. Their cocks all suddenly erect and standing high in waitfor her. She’d get to them, she’d get to them all in due time. In themeanwhile…”Oh my, my my~” came the cooing words of the walking Ivana. “11.5”…flaccid.”A smile formed on the full lips of the stacked dark haired nurse.”Easily the most severe case of Africanus Phallus Gigantus I’ve comeacross yet.”A smirk, a very familiar cocky smirk, formed on the face of the shadowman.”Can you cure him, doc?” came the words of some faceless shadow man fromthe standing crowd.”With Africanus Phallus Gigantus, there’s no such thing as a cure I’mafraid…just treatment.”And in a flash the walking Ivana’s skirt had fallen to her ankles,bearing the fair skinned glory of her body to the watching crowd of men.”I’ll do EVERYTHING I can for him. Do EVERYTHING I can for ALL of you.”And with that, the head shadow advanced on the white woman, his fulldoor-knob of a cock head already holding a clear dot of pre-cum at its tip.As she motioned for it with her hand, a wave of heat overtaking them bothas she gripped the dark shadow’s manhood at its stem, the spectating Ivanacould see the words appear and overtake the theatre of her mind in a brightbeam of text.”LET’S GET TO THE BOTTOM OF THIS!”Music began to play from somewhere. A cheery, up temp rag-time thatseemed to fit the pace and tambour of the rapid pace of the images whichfollowed. By then, the watching Ivana hadn’t realized she’d – somehow -lost control of her ability to control the scope and angle of her viewingof the strange dream. She only noticed she’d lost control when she’d -against her will – noticed she was panning backwards from the action,getting pushed backwards and away from the spectacle of dark shadowy mencrowding her naked self. She shouted and jeered, telling the giantgallutes to stop, and then – at some indeterminate point – began barkingand demanding they step aside;”Get outta the way, I can’t see!”She could not see the action, not up close at lease. But thatconnection, that unspoken link she maintained between the walking aspect ofherself and the spying aspect, could FEEL. Spying Ivana FELT the push ofthe Black shadow’s cock wedging itself in the pocket of her cheeks. Shecould feel its heft, weight, thickness prying her mouth so far she sworeher cheeks would bust. She could feel her hands stroking up and down alongthe impossibly long thick shaft of the Black shadow’s member, feel the wetslather of her spit as it coated it. She could feel the roundness of histesticles in her warm hands as she massaged, tugged and kneaded them; firstwith her fingers, then with her hands and later with her lips as they satatop her face.The spying Ivana could feel all of this, even as the double-doors, in awide and loud yawn began to slowly close before her.”Hey, wait! Don’t close the door, I’m out here! If you close thedoor-“The twin portals continued on their path of closure, the scene insidethe locker room growing smaller and smaller with each moment.She could feel the clamor of hands groping and pulling at her body. Thetweak of a nipple, the clutch at a thigh. The deep tug at a tuft of hairand – most notably – the intense jolt of a giant black hand smacking herass cheek, that familiar wobble of her jiggly ass meat grating at thenerves of her womanhood as the caught sight of the final image of thelocker-room. As the portal of the room near its completion – the view nowbut a vertical slit before her – she caught a final glance of her walkingself.Somehow, the lineup of well hung studs had all surrounded her, but leftjust enough of a gap in their huddle to show Ivana – bent over on all foreson one of the locker – room benches – a circle of dark penises surroundingher in a semi-circle.”10.2″,10.5″, 10.7″, 10.9″, 11″!!The numbers sped through her head in quick estimation as she saw Ivana -herself – grip two cocks with her hands and open her mouth wide in wait fora third. They were all hard and hoisted strong in front of the nakednurse, who was rearing up for the entry of the Black shadow. The lastthing the spying Ivana saw, was the sight of the Coach shade lifting hisown black phallus into the region of where she knew her unguarded whitepussy would be.12.7…””OH MY GOD!!!” belted the spying Ivana, the silent film ending and theair erupting with the sound of her voice, just as the doors sealed shut.And judging by the shocked look on the walking Ivana – how her greeneyes suddenly darted open wide and round as the face of Black Shadow’sturned into one of strained effort with his hands cupping the fullness ofher jiggly ass cheeks – OH MY GOD was likely what this other physicalversion of Ivana was saying, thinking, FEELING at that exact moment aswell. And with that, the dream came to its abrupt end….The following week presented about as much progress as the previous forIvana Swallows. Sitting at her desk, her brows furrowed into busy arches,she hastily scrawled notes from memory of her departing subjectsmeasurements.4.5″, 5.8″, 4.4″,each number jabbing a phantom iritation into hernerves, each number marking a small (pun unintended, yet fitting all thesame) defeat in her eyes.As of late, Ivana was spending the bulk of daylight hours in her office.Her mornings – fueled with no fewer than several cups of Ms. Murdock’simmaculately brewed coffee – were filled with supplementary research. Whennot scowering the web for info pertaining to anatomic averages of the maleorgans based on race, demographic and so forth, reading emails fromcolleagues and inquiries from ‘able-bodied’ men champing at the bit toparticipate in her study, Ivy was communicating with various medicalentities, comparing, confirming and (every now and then) debating herfindings of said research on the phone and via email. Ivana’s goal was ashared estimate, a fair general consensus on the black and white penis. Not so much rooted in the question “who was larger?” but for a fair andunbiased measurement for what constituted ‘above average’. Upon findingthis elusive ‘median measurement’ she would get to finding enough black andwhite men in town carrying it on their person to prove her theory about thenon-existence of “universally Big Black Cock”. Falling in line with herwell noted policy of ‘examination not being a guarantee of use in thestudy’, she’d be well equip to present her findings to the county, and (ofcourse) to Jenny Summers.However, this target was proving far more a elusive and challenging anendeavor for the busty nurse by the hour. Ivana had spoken with close to adozen institutions (from sectors both public and private, credible and afew less-so) that second week, asking them the same series of pointedquestions she’d composed over the course of her study. Her efforts onlypresented a singular (irksome) pattern. That pattern – to Ivana’s growingdismay – was; the general consensus on the “Black Vs. White” questionwas…that there really WAS no general consensus.Representatives from some institutes told her the difference betweenwhite males and black was a matter of mere centimeters, while other (moreopenly bias) parties from some of the more liberal black owned and directedinstitutions cited the black phallus as being, on average, larger thanother races in the realm of whole inches. And still in other groups, thosefrom the more conservative, predominantly white run institutions (with anequal if not superior bias AGAINST the old wive’s tale), went so far as totell her that there WAS no average size difference between blacks andwhites; assured her that there WAS no concentration of black men carryinglarger reproductive organs than whites, neither in the state nor in thecoutry for that matter.Hearing this gritted on Ivana’s nerves, as she had first hand knowledgeand had been presented with unshakable proof that that was a complete load.Ivana’s memory was still haunted with flashback stills and phantom clips ofthat small army of dark shaded male members, which would be (without adoubt) deemed above average across the board if presented to any medicalinstitute for measure and comparison. Knowing that the conservative whiteswere downplaying the issue as much as the liberal blacks were embellishingit left the brunette researcher hanging up her office phone in a frustratedgrunt and a flustered shake of her head. The black institutes had assuredher “ALL Black cocks are HUGE”, the white institutes had assured her that”ALL Black cocks are NOT huge”, and the groups that remained on the fenceassured her that “BLACK and WHITE cocks were ALL about the same…give ortake”. By noon that thursday, Ivana had heard just about every scientificexplanation there was on the topic, and from it all was able to announceher findings in a single summation;”A whole lotta NOTHIN!” Ivana belted, letting her head fall to her deskin defeat.Her spell of rumination was only broken by the sudden entrance of Ms. Murdock, who had entered the office with a suprising stealth not at allbelied by old woman’s frail and half-hunched form.”Tough day, deary?” said Ms.Murdock, her voice calm and warm butstartling the brown haired nurse from her spot all the same.”Oh my!” gasped Ivana in a sudden squeak of surprise, which twisted intoa short laugh at the end. “Ha! Ms. Murdock, you half-scared thedaylights outta me!””Sorry about that deary. Thought you heard me knockin.” said the oldwoman sweetly.”Try a tough week…” Ivana sighed, in response to the old woman’searlier question.Ms. Murdock carried in her hands a cup of coffee. A smooth whitecoffee cup sitting atop a sleak looking black saucer. Despite the elderwoman’s many years, her hands showed not even the slightest signs ofshaking, and remained steady through the entire motion of her placing onIvana’s desk.”Brought you another cup.” Ms. Murdock exclaimed, setting the item downon the desk with a light clack. “Though I’d bet if you stepped outsideyou’d swear off coffee for life. S’hotter than hell in a fur-coat outthere today. Wouldn’t know it was Christmas time to step outside.””Really?” said Ivana, not having noticed the heat at all in her coolair-conditioned office.Ivana had been cooped in her work space the entire week, arriving earlyin the morning – before the heat burned through the morning clouds – anddeparting only at night, when the temperature had cooled.”Oh yes, this heat waves been going strong all week, I’m afraid. You’vebeen held up in the cool all this time, so you haven’t noticed.””I suppose so” said Ivana.Ms.Murdock motioned over to the far wall of Ivana’s office. The oldwoman stared at the two large posters which hung there. The one on theleft showed a detailed diagram of the human body, both front and back,black bold letters spelling out ANATOMY on the upper right of the poster.”You just put these up?” as Murdock casually.”Hm?” replied Ivana, her tone spacey and absent-minded as she went aboutwriting in her notebook.To the right of the anatomy poster, the second one loomed. Alarger-than-life diagram of the male reproductive organs. A profile shotof the male penis, its various parts listed and pointed with a series ofstraight lines.”These posters deary. I don’t remember these being posted up the lasttime I came in.”Murdock’s eyes lingered on the second poster behind her glasses.”Whole lotta women would be happier if man-parts this big came standard,don’cha think?” said the old woman, a smirk in her voice.”W-what?” said Ivana, snapped up from her thoughts by the old woman’swords.”I’m joking deary…more of less” said Murdock.”O-oh yeah” said Ivana, looking up, seeing Murdock standing next to thesuperimposed image of the male phallus, and (finally) catching up to theold woman’s humor. “Ha-ha, yeah, that’d be nice.”Ivana didn’t want her thoughts to teeter back to the locker roomincident (much less the dream), but they did. Ivana nervously shiftedherself in her chair and switched her thick crossed legs around.”I brought those in from home the other day” said Ivana. “The male bodyis the focus of this study. Figured it’d give me fuel and inspiration.”Murdock cocked an eye gleefully.”Inspiration” the old woman half-choked the word out. “You wantinspiration on the male body, all you gotta do is take a gander outside atCoach Black’s football team. He’s had those boys running and jumping andsweatin up a storm since early morning. More muscles and tight bodiesrunnin around than what should be called legal.”At this Ms.Murdock chuckled to herself, a surprisingly young and girlishsound escaping her ancient features.”Those boys on Coach Black’s football team are liable to drop beforemid-day though. This heats liable to kill the poor things. I keep tellinthe Coach he’s too hard on those boys.””Well” Ivana added bluntly, “I very much doubt men like Coach Black takethings like heat-stroke or exhaustion very seriously. Pretty sure hedoesn’t believe in on account it doesn’t make him look good or something.””Oh my” said Ms. Murdock. “You’re in a mood today, deary.” Murdockturned away from the posters and walked back towards Ivana and her desk.”What’s wrong? Those egghead fellas givin you a hard time about yourwork again?”Ivana sighed deeply, letting her ample curvy body go slightly slack inher chair.”The opposite actually”, she said. “This is one of the few timesthey’re deciding to be helpful”She didn’t know how, but regardless of how foul a mood Ivana would findherself in, Ms.Murdock’s sugary old voice and genuine motherly concernalways impelled the brunette nurse to confide in her. At worst, Ivanacould manage being half-cross or iritated with the dottering old woman. But even in those instances, she’d always find herself apologizing andlater spilling her guts and feelings to the old school secretary.”Too helpful, if you can believe that. Only problem about that is,everyone’s swearin up and down their conclusion is right, and everyoneelse’s wrong. Makes it almost impossible to come to a conclusion on atopic when one sides saying heads, the other tails, and the everyone elsein between is too busy inoffensively neutral and safe to weigh in. Itsreally making the work drag on when you don’t have a baseline.”Another heavy sigh escaped the nurses’ hefty chest. “I swear to you Ms.Murdock, these men…see, THIS is why wars get started. All of themfighting over the answer to the point it drives em’ all nuts.””I follow you with that one” nodded Ms.Murdock. “Only you can do as awoman is keep pushing for the truth. Word-of-mouth be damned. If youain’t got a base from the eggheads to use, you’ll just have to make oneyourself.”The advice from the old woman was blunt, basic in its simplicity, butinspired Ivana to nod in agreeance all the same.”You’re right…” said Ivana, blankly as she reached for the cup ofcoffee and rose it absently to her full lips. “If I’m gonna settle this,I’ve just gotta somehow make it all work. Validation and confirmation fromoutside parties can only get me so far…the rest is just gonna have to behand-ons, nose-to-the-grind-stone work!””Wouldn’t count any other way, deary.” chuckled the old woman as sheturned to leave the room. “Well, I’ll let ya get back to it then. Give mea holler when you’re ready for more patients.Not even noon and they’realready crowdin the danged office. Principal Long is gonna be mighty soreabout it when he gets in””Already?” Ivana said in ill-masked wonder.”Oh yeah” replied Ms. Murdock as she opened the office door. “Ain’tseen this many young men lined up like that since the Depression.””Oh my…” said Ivana, noting the time and half wanting to smack herselffor losing track of it so completely.”You’ve become something of a celebrity about town with the men-folk,deary.” Said Murdock with an old sugary smile.”Oh, Ms. Murdock, stop it!” she said, not trying to hold back the onsetof a blush from forming on her cheeks. Another strange thing aboutMs.Murdock was her ability to bring out Ivana’s modesty. Anyone else whowould have dared calling Swallows a ‘celebrity among the men-folk’ wouldhave been given the caustic questioning reply of “JUST a celebrity? Not agoddess?””Not foolin ya, Ivy” the old woman continued.”Young handsome men coming from all around to have you check theirman-parts. They’re gatherin by the dozen for a reason. They’ve all seenyour picture ya know, s’why they’re all so fixed to come round.””Well, I guess it can’t be said good looks don’t benefit science.”Ms.Murdock nodded.”Yes yes, if it gets em’ in the door and on the table, it certainlycan’t hurt.”Ms.Murdock then, standing between the open door and the hallway, sighed.”Reminds me of when I was young…”Ivana raised a brow, feeling the wistful fringe of nostalgia (and thepossibility of a story) coming from the old woman.”You were in a medical study?””Medical study? Pft!” The old woman scoffed. “I was talkin about allthe men comin around.””Oh, really?” asked Ivana, a question mark forming over her gorgeousfeatures.Murdock, visibly seeing the disbelief on the younger brunette’s facecontinued,”You wouldn’t know it by lookin at me now, but back when I was yourage…” Ms. Murdock trailed off to strike a half-pose, the slightestwomanly cocking of her left hip and lifting of her arm to her neck, “I wasquite the dish. Men would be linin up by the dozen to court me. Looked alot like the zoo you got going on around here.””Well, Ms. Murdock!” Ivana smiled, not able to hold back how the oldwoman’s gesture was more comical than it was alluring. “I had no idea youwere such a vixen.”The old woman in turn cracked a smile at the comment.”You laugh deary, but back in my prime, I had all the cute boys wrappedaround my tiny finger. Had to beat em’ off by the dozen. You shoulda seenit. Would’a given you and Jenny Summers put together a run for yourmoney.”Ms.Murdock and Ivana chuckled at that, and – though she laughed out loud- Ivana had to press down the pang of anger at Jenny Summers being includedwith Ms. Murdock’s reverie of her past beauty. As though without JennySummers there would be no ‘height’ of womanly beauty.”Anyhow…” Ms. Murdock then said, slipping from memories of the pastinto the present. “That’s enough strollin down memory lane for one day. I’ll get back up front. Those fella’s are likely to get restless withoutmy womanly charms to keep em’ sated.” The old woman winked an eye behindher glasses.”Ha-ha, thank you dear.” said Ivana, a genuine warmth in her voice. Ivana truly did love the old woman. From the beginning she’d been nothingbut supportive of Ivana and her research.As she exited, Ivana took a sip of the hot liquid sitting on her desk.”Mmmh! Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Screw womanly charms, give em’ acup of this coffee if you want them to settle down. This stuff is divine!”Ivana knew she’d told Ms.Murdock that at least three times by now. But,sipping on the dark liquid, she was impelled to say it yet again. Thestuff had been keeping her fueled for the better part of the week, and wasabout the only thing she’d honestly been able to look at with any sense ofsteady ease and elation as of late. As the door slowly swung close, Ivanacould hear Ms. Murdock chuckling at Ivana’s comment. In the silent spaceof her office, Ivana took another moment to collect herself. She tookseveral more deep swigs of her coffee, and then went about a small routineof psyching herself up for the influx of male patients.She checked her supplies, readied her instruments, looked over somenotes from the previous day, and went about reading the list of currentpotentials who had gathered from Ms. Murdock. Despite the snags to befallher study, she was ready. She was prepared to go all out for this, and hadreadied herself for the coming onslaught. She’d get to the bottom of this,one way or another….The afternoon hours were occupied with a steady stream of male patients,coming and going in an almost mechanical coveyance from her sterlingquarters. Ivana had decided those members (those cocks) simply would notdo in helping her study bear fruit. She needed to find a single, solidnumber, “how large WAS large, and do black men typically come in this sizecompared to white men?”However, as the day continued, Ivana took certain…steps to insureshe’d break even if nothing else. After Ms.Murdock’s departure, Ivana hadpondered the old woman’s advice.If you ain’t got a base from the eggheads to use, you’ll just have tomake one yourself.These words had gotten the gears turning in Ivana’s brain. If the(overwhelming) majority of black men in the county were abnormally large,then Ivana would have to improvise. And if the number of white men in townwere coming up short (literally) she would have to give them properinspiration. And so it went;When a white male would enter nurse Swallows’ office, he’d immediatelynotice one of two things; the assault of the steady uncomfortable heatlooming in the ether, the unpleasant swelter of southern weather causinghis cock and balls to droop lower than usual from the subtle yet constantstress of the environment. When a male patient would inquire about orrequest nurse Swallows to turn on the AC, Swallows (a devious smirk on herlips matching a dry tone of voice) would flattly apologize and say;”I’m afraid the AC in here is out of order. Repairman said he won’t beableto make it until later this evening.” After seeing the discomfort formon the male patient’s face, Ivana would then proceed with,”Now…let’s have a look at you.”When Ivana would lean over to check her patient’s vitals, that the malesubject would notice the second thing about Swallows’ setup. The bountifulcleavage hanging full in her half-parted (really more than half) skirt. The white outfit, complete with black stockings and the clunky white heelsIvana knew so many men liked on her, would aid in the attack. Sheremembered the outfit from her dream, and after heeding Murdock’s advice,had shift and tightened her actual white skirt to look as much like the onein her dream as possible. Why? Inspiration, Ivana thought. Her scent – acombination of lavender oil, cane sugar and the slighest suggestion ofsweat from the heat – would cause the male patients to stir and squirm whenshe got too close.By the time Ivana was prepared to check the male’s measurements, hewould be hanging lower than usual from the heat, and doubly ready to gethard for the sexy nurse, after minutes of getting up-close visuals of herbountiful body subtly bouncing shifting mere inches in front of his eyes.Catching her scents as she went in close, her full half-exposed chestpressed ever so slightly against the racing chests of her male patients. While checking patients with her stethoscope, she’d note the irregularpace, the rapid-fire hammering of the man’s hearts as they hammered intheir chests. It made Ivana feel powerful. Admittedly, she confessed toplaying a bit with the males a bit as they sat there. Taking perhaps asecond or two longer bending over her desk to retrieve her pen, pressingher huge breasts perhaps a half an inch too close to a young man’s face asshe leaned in during the binaural portion of her examination. When themen’s pants dropped, they were already hanging lower than usual from theheat. Pink half swollen members that dangled at 5.2″, when without theheat and visual aid they might have been 4.6″ or 3.0″.When hearing the words,”Alrighty, let’s get you erect.”The men would almost rise on Ivana’s command, some already dripping withclear secretions from the presence of the busty researcher.”Impressive” she’d say here and there, and would swear the simplecompliment would near drive some of the men to climax, for they would thenhastily pull their pants up, their hips and legs making a jerky motion thatmade her think they were in the midst of shooting their loads into theirjeans. The act would cause Ivana to roll her eyes, and politely dismissthe over-eager man for the next. This method made for a much bettercompilment. Several white cocks peaked at a bit longer than 7″ while hard,one even peaking just below the 8″ marker. This news caused a smile tocurve along Ivana’s full lips.Finally, something I can use, she thought with a exhalation of relief.For some reason, unspoken and less understood in her mind, seeing as manymale parts in one day hadn’t yet driven her over the edge. Ivana had beenso flustered after the less-than-stellar results of the first day thatshe’d have sworn she’d develop an aversion to the male phallus within theweek. Somehow though, that hadn’t happened. She figured it more thanlikely spawned from her seeing the study as a competition rather than work.Gauging the number of decent sized white penises in comparison to the blackones. Ivana was white, and Jenny Summers was black. Every pale whitepenis she saw that went above her expectations was a point for her. Seeingthe pale thing grow and turn an angry pink color was a mark in Ivana’sfavor. And every time she came a black penis – .loathed as she was tobehold such a thing up close – was a point for Jenny. So far the scaleswere tilted in Ivana’s favor.Admittedly the last two days had consisted of Ivana taking in ONLY herwhite male patients, but still, she’d made some headway. If she kept thismethod up, and this heat wave lasted just a bit long, Ivana figured shewould have enough decent sized white cocks to actually formulate a decentroster of white men for her study. No one would know about her small bitsof assistance she’d given to aid her white men. Its not like the men wouldcome forward after the fact in outrage for Ivana deceiving them into makingtheir cocks bigger. No, Ivana had an edge, and with it, she would finallybeat out that yellow-haired whore at her own game. When the next book clubmeeting came around, and the girls were all confessing to Jenny how NONE ofthem had followed her advice, Ivana would – an insult to compound herdisappointed – would lay the news on her. That Ivana Swallows had done theresearch, and had proven, once and for all, that “there WAS no such thingas Big Black Cock”. The lie (Ivana knew it to be a lie to some degree, butstill) made Ivana wet. Imagining the look of defeat on Summer’s faceactually made Ivana wet!And even if one had been able to spy on the mental images of Ivana’smind, it was doubtful one would be able to convince her that, accompanyingthe imaginary sight of Jenny Summer’s defeated blue eyes and stunning whitefeatures,images of more than a dozen full sized black cocks weren’t nudgingthemselves along the edges of Ivana Swallows’ mind.That the phantom feelingof Samson West shoving himself in her mouth, and the ghostly tingle on herfull ass cheek from where the burly negro had smacked her, wasn’t alsoaiding in the brunette nurses’ moistening delight….By 4:00 that Friday afternoon, Ivana Swallows had worked herself into animble, almost robotically precise, pace. Men would stream in and outwithin ten minutes of each other, five if she worked in just right verbalturn of phrase to get the men erect fast. She’d worked up a few dozenwhite patients, a little over a dozen of the bunch she was confident intheir actual use to her project. Ivana knew that time was working againsther, and worked twice as fast to compile as many useful white men into herstudy as possible. As for the blacks who, by Ms.Murdock’s reports, weregetting restless; they’d just have to be held at bay for as long aspossible. Ivy knew this too to be running low on time. Between the halfdozen emails from Principle Long (who’s interest in her study still baffledher) asking as to her progress, Ivana knew she’d – eventually- be left withno choice but to start admitting black males into her office.The prospect of this filled her with a phantom ache in her belly, alight tingle similar to that of butterflies in the tummy or the shakinessone feels before engaging in a fight. All those black cocks hounding her,waiting for her outside like hungry wolves clamouring for a meal. Ivanahad to shake her head to ward off the thoughts…ward off the dream. Allas not lost however, for Ivana had a plan for those black brutes. It was adesperate one. A tact constructed out of desperation in response to thealarming (still arguably fictional) revelation Ivana had witnessed uponspying Coach Black and his over muscled young thugs in the men’s lockerroom. Again, she shook her head, growing frustrated at the increasingfrequency the memories and thoughts were popping up to vex her today.”Ms. Murdock!” belted Ivana proudly into the intercom. “Go ahead andsend another one in, please!””Alrighty Nurse Swallows” came the old woman’s voice from the blackmachine.After the brief exchange, Ivana walked into the back portion of heroffice, which merely consisted of a two divider curtains placed at anadjacent angle for privacy. Behind them was a rickety metal gurney whichIvana had salvaged from her old office. In her old quarters, it took upalmost have the space. Now, the thing barely occupied a corner of her newwork area. Despite the much larger space and brand new equipment of hernew quarters, she’d decided to keep the old thing. More out of sentimentalwant than a practical need. She’d bought it herself years ago and had fondmemories of using it in her early days at Coxville High. Back when helpingpeople and making them feel better made her smile. Before the cynicismtowards her profession had settled and taken root in her chest. Now thebed’s pupose had dwindled to but a stashing place for excess medical tools.Spare rubber gloves, an extra stethoscope, bottles and bottles of handsanitizer and so forth. All of it specially delivered and courtesy of anuncharacteristically generous Principle Long. Ivana knew in her bones thatthere was more stock in this than the grizzled old negro was letting on. And moreso, she knew there was more to how Long had come across the fundsto provide Ivana with the swanky new office and brand new materials. Notthat Ivana was ungrateful, but she knew the school’s funds didn’t go evenremotely as deep to provide her with all this.Deep…the word struck a nerve with the brunette nurse. Never realizedhow horny that word makes me, she thought. It was an idle thought. Thekind of fleeting ‘in-head’ comment that everyone has when left to theirthoughts. Know what would probably go REALLY deep? Ivana teased herself.A nice, blac– STOP it! Ivana shut herself down before allowing the innervoice to finish. She was rummaging through the small pile of items insearch of a spare pair of rubber gloves (she’d gone through so many) whenshe heard the door abruptly swing open. The clatter was so loud that itmade her jump in place. Her next patient had come in, but had entered likea raging bull. Her shock shifted into anger from the intrusion, what inthe HELL– she thought from the start, and walked around the dividerreadying a particularly biting comment to the friggin’ caveman that hadjust barged into her office.”And just WHAT in the–“But that was all the busty nurse was able to belt out. Her full sexymouth was left hanging open at the sight of not one, not even two, butthree black men standing before her.”W-what…” Ivana began, her voice losing some its fire upon settingeyes on the intruders, “Now w-what’s all this?”Two black men, who Ivana instantly recognized as being a part of therowdy bunch who’d accosted her in the hallway the previous week, stoodbefore her. They were positioned at sides left and right of a third black,who Ivana didn’t recognized…not at first. The negro in the center wasslumped – his large legs and feet half buckled and leaning against thebalanced weight of his homies – between their chained burly brown arms. The third young man – dressed in nil more than a pair of baggy graysweatpants, blue trainors and a black tank top shirt – was being heldupright as though he were unable to walk on his own two feet. His head wasslumped forward, hiding his face and showing only the neatly cropped top ofhis black hair. Even doubled over, Ivana knew her was a giant, 6’4″ if hewere an inch. It took far more concentration than Ivana thought necessaryfor her NOT to make a rough deduction on the young negros othermeasurements. His skin tone so dark it was almost jet black. His long -exceptionally muscular- arms hung like limp cable wires over the two otheryoung blacks.”You got a man down, Doc!” said the negro on the right, the ad hoc’shortest’ member of the group who stood at 5’11” by Ivana’s recollection.”W-what happened to him?” said Ivana. “Heat-toke” said the one on theleft, the one who’d taken particular offense towards Ivana using the phrase’gorilla hands’.”Heat-STROKE, nigga!” corrected the first.At this, Ivana could only roll her eyes. She recalled Ms.Murdock’searlier statement about how hard the cocky Coach was working the young menon the football team. She hadn’t cared at the time, the interest of CoachBlack and his youths plaguing her thoughts bad enough just lately.”Coach had us doin laps” continued the first. “New k** ain’t used toCoach’s system yet. By lap thirty he said he felt light headed””Yeah” co-signed the second negro. “Started complainin ’bout his headan shit.””Then he just fell over” finished the first.”Yeah, just fell over” parroted the second. “Can you help him, Doc?”Damnit! thought Ivana. That idiot Black! The muscle-bound oaf wasinterferring with her schedule, throwing off the pace of her study with his’Elitest of Physical Fitness” garbage! She had to severe this distraction,quick. After releasing a large sigh, Ivana retrieved a white paper cupfrom one of the cabinets. She filled the paper cup with cold water fromthe sink tap, and quickly handed it to the youths.”He’s just dehydrated. Have him drink this, then keep him near thewater-fountain until he’s able to walk. Keep him off his feet for the nexthalf-hour or so.”Ivana was all but pushing the three youths out of her office as shespoke, guiding them to the door with half outstretched arms when the doorsuddenly swung inward on them. A short, half-balding white man in hismid-thirties half-shambled in. His bright blue eyes went wide upon spyingthe sudden sight of three super-muscular black youths standing before thebusty nurse. His jaw dropped open, just as all their heads turned to facehim.”U-uhhh…” drawled the man, his glance shifting randomly between NurseSwallows and the odd black trio. “M-Ms. S-Swallows?”The middle-aged man looked beyond confused. One could almost see hismind go the phases of attempting to decipher the strange sight, jumpingfrom the conclusion he’d found himself in the wrong office, to a suddenemergency which suddenly required the busty nurse’s attention. The youthshowever, did not give him the time to form a question.”First come, first served honkey!” growled the young black on the right.”Yeah, you see we got a Code Black in here! Beat it!” belted the other.”O-oh my!” squeaked the balding man, who abruptly about-faced andslammed the office door with a loud clatter.”W-wait, come ba-” called Ivana, but to no avail. The man was out theroom and down the hall before she’d opened her lips to speak, his speedmaking him a blur despite his portly size.”Ugh, DAMNIT! Now look what you did!” she said, the tone of her voicefalling somewhere between a bellow of defeat and an explosion of anger.”Our boy here mo impotent than some white man tryin to show you hislittle shriveled up dick, Doc.” Said the youth on the left.She’d have never admitted it out loud, but the youths words stung her ashalf-true. Even in the best of circumstances, Ivana knew that last fellowwould have had (at best) 5.4″ inches for her. Somehow, she didn’t evenhave to see the balding man naked to know he wouldn’t have been a usefuladdition to her study. The skill she’d developed to tell a man’s size justby looking at him had developed gradually since beginning her study. Itwas the strangest thing really. Her guesstimations on a man’s length andwidth, in the beginning, being subject to simply that. However, Ivana soonstarted noticing that these ‘guesstimations’ – more often than not – wouldturn out to be spot on. Looking at man, she’d allow her mental voice torandomly weight in on the size of him;4.2″ inches flaccid, 5.4″ erect. she’d think as they entered heroffice. A blind guess really, one driven more by posture, build, facialfeatures, etc. Nothing concrete which would serve as a valid indicator ofthe size of one’s manhood. Then, perhaps three days into the process ofher study, something strange happened. Upon stripping the man down to hisbare ass, she’d have to hold back a gasp at discovering her earlyestimations to be near perfect. At first, Ivana would be off by theslightest of margins. A centimeter here, half an inch there. By the timethe second week rolled round however, Ivana Swallows had seen so manypenises that the trick had almost reached superhuman levels of accuracy.The ability of the brunette to guess their sizes with but the smallestof glances gradually grew. Eventually, the 5.2″ flaccid, 6.1″ erectguesstimation, turned out to be precisely that when the trousers finallycame down and the measuring tape was used. It had caused her research tomove at a quicker pace than she’d ever dreamed. It had served her wellover these seemingly endless days…but now…”Doc, you gotta help him out betta than dat!” said one of the youths,not so much as a demand as much as a plea.”Yeah, he ain’t doin so hot, Doc. He needs to lay down somewhere fo awhile. Coach’s orders.”This caused Ivana to stir in her tight fitting garments.”Let’s just get one thing straight” Ivana said, raising a finger at thepair of them. “NO ONE – LEAST of all Coach Black – gives me ORDERS. Do Imake myself clear?”Immediately the two youths nodded, looking like two little boys beingscolded by the nurse.”This interuption has disrupted my work, and I don’t appreciate it, ATALL! He can stay until he’s properly hydrated and able to walk, then Iwant him OUT! And If I get ANY more interruptions, he’ll find himself onthe choppin block in front of Principle Long for interferring with afaculty member’s duties. You be sure to tell THAT to Coach Black when yougo back to him, NURSE SWALLOW’S orders!”The two youths nodded their heads, and after scanning them both with hermost ferocious green eyed gaze, Ivana continued.”That being said…” Ivana scanned the room. Her eyes eventuallysettled on the silhouette of the gurney. “Put him over there”, pointing amanicured hand to the gurney.The two boys smiled at this, and even the third slumped negro seemed tolet out a groin of relief at the words.They moved the young man to the bed and carefully set him down on thecushioned cover of the gurney.”Just rest up here a bit, dawg.””Yeah, Nurse Swallows’ gon take care of ya.””I’ll make sure he drinks enough water until he’s feeling better. Expect him to be on his feet in about an hour.”The two boys issued their thanks, and it half alarmed Nurse Swallows tosee how grateful the youths seemed at this. See, all it takes is a littleassertivenes and flexing of authority to make these savages behave shethought, her lips physically shaping her inner smugness. Within the nextminute, the two negroes were gone, and with the shutting of her door (justlike that), Ivana Swallows found herself caring for what had to be theblackest negro she’d ever seen in her life. Just great, Ivana thought asshe appraised the youth lying on the gurney, one of his huge dark armsd****d over his head and covering his face. Looks like my research haslost an hour….”WHEN HE CAN’T GET YO’ MOTA RUNNIN, CUZ HIS RIDE OLD AND BUSTED!” boomedthe deep bassline voice of Jerome the janitor as he strode down the emptyhall of Coxville High, the steady squeak and rolling thrum of his moveabletrash bin and cleaning supplies serving as a backup noise to his accapellarap.”YA CALL THA WRECKA!” came the second equally deep voice of Deon, histall angular partner, who carried a mop and used the sweep edge as amakeshift microphone.The pair of janitors belted out a hardy laugh after reciting the lyricsand walked down the barren halls.”That’s my SHIT, son!” said Jerome, a toothy grin framing his strongafrican features.Jerome was a walking example of the phrase ‘larger than life”. At alittle over 6’, he was a wide and girthy black man. His skin was a mediumshade of mahogony, with a shiny bald head that seeme to carry a semi-glossat all times. Wide and with a spanning belly that protruded from hisrather ill-fitting workmen’s garments, he exuded the kind of aura that fellsomewhere between hired muscle and garbage man. A hard, ‘working man’ sortof aura that often inspired people to give him a wide berth when passinghim on both street and school hallway.And with him – as always – was his co-worker, the dark-skinned tower ofa man Deon. If Jerome was the walking example of “larger-than-life” thenDeon was the epitome of the phrase “walking-tall”. The brown skinned manstood at just shy of 6’5″, a fact trebled by the size and scope of hissurroundings it seemed. Wherever Deon went, it seemed like the space hisoccupied could only just barely provide him with enough space. His longlimbs, arms and legs which seemed to be capable of stretching to any lengthlike a black Mr.Fantastic, always appeared to have the hint and quality ofspanning forever. Even as he strode next to the lumbering brute Jerome, itseemed as if the man’s legs were walking a fair ways ahead his rotundcomrade.”Ha-ha-ha, hell yeah!” agreed Deon, “Dat’s dat HOT shit!”The two were making their rounds about school. By ‘making their rounds’that reall meant the two janitors were roaming the halls, rapping,shit-talking and generally having a blast in the act of slacking off. Thepair would go at this for as long as they stayed off the radar of PrincipleLong. They knew he would eventually catch wind of the fact the two comicalnegroes’ duties were being done half-assed (if done at all) and wouldsummon them with a fresh barrage of insults, reprimands and a stern threatof termination should their lax upkeep of the school continue. They’d takethe slap, turn with their tail between their legs, and then get towork…eventually.This day was the same as any other for the pair. They’d just left theoffice of the infamous balding titan of Coxville high, and they’d takentheir latest verbal tongue-lashing with the same degree of poise andseriousness.”You bring dat good kush you got from yo cuz?” asked Deon.”You bring da rollin papers?” replied Jerome in kind.From one of the chest pockets on his blue jumpsuit, Deon surrepticiouslypulled out the head of several thin brown colored sheets. The sight of itmade the round black man smirk. In turn, he subtly reached into hispocket, and from it pulled out the end of a plastic baggie. The baggie wasfilled almost to the halfway mark with a grassy green root, chopped fineinto tiny slivers. With this it was the towering Deon’s turn to smirk.”Hell’s yeah” he said.”Where we gon do it?” asked Jerome. “We can’t use the broom closet no’mo, not after bossman Long put in da security camera.” The Principle wasin the habit of monitering everything on school grounds at all times. Thetwo janitors knew this, and had been called into his office on many anoccassion to watched filmed proof of their antics.”Don’t know…” said Deon with a shrug of his angular shoulders. “Locker room?””Nah, Coach Black said he ain’t wantin us smokin in der no mo'”At this, the tall negro blanched.”Tha fuck?! Dat nigga ain’t have no qualms smokin in der wit us befo.””Dat was befo football season started. You know how he get when it cometime to rev up the young’ns. No booze, no brown, no bullshit.””Cept’ for white bitches” chuckled the tall black man.”Cept for white bitches” concurred the round black man.At this they both laughed.Deon and Jerome, as would be learned within an hour of knowing them, dideverything together. They were all but inseperable in work and play. Thishad been proven and taken to the extreme with the women they bedded. Coxville high had a series of secrets, a stream of unseen activity thatwent on behind closed doors. The two janitors knew this, and hid engagedin such antics on more than one occassion.This included their taking turns in having a hefty go at Jenny Summers.They’d filled her tight white holes with every inch of meat they hadbetween them, and then – with the aid of Coach Black – had hosed her downwith their thick white seed. They’d been coasting on that particular highfor some time since. The only thing that made the memory even sweeter, wasthe added recollection of how they took turns filling the younger Summersgirl, Kitty, with their sizable members. The tiny blonde sucked and fuckedthem with as much reckless abandon as her mother, and succeeded in drainingboth janitors balls of every drop of semen they had to offer. There wassomething about Coxville high that made such behavior possible. Somethingabout the town that was unlike any other in the country. Both men – intheir own brutish, ill-mannered way – knew this knowledge well. Carried itsilently in their minds with the same silent slyness they carried theirweed and rolling papers. And though they were but simple caretakers of ahigh school in the outwardly racist nook of the deep south, life for Deonand Jerome was good.”Dat reminds me” said Deon. ” ‘Rone told me he smashed her out in oneah da classrooms a little ways back.””Fo realz?” replied Jerome, a shred of surprise lifting in his deepvoice.”Damn, dat ho’ wasted no time, huh?” he added with a chuckle.”Said he had her ’bout breaking the pipes and tables she was taken thedick so hard.””Man~” cooed Jerome. “I’ll bet. Nigga ain’t tell me shit bout that. When he tell you, dis?””While ago” said Deon. “Mo than a week ago. I think it was durin datlast ballgame we had against B-Town” ‘B-Town’ was short for Bartown, anequally small southern town which sat just across the county line fromCoxville and Coxburg.”A week?!” replied Jerome. “Dayum nigga, well why da fuck I’m hearinbout dis jus now? Nigga’s ma cousin, and he told YOU first? Dat’s some olbullshit.””Maybe cuz you too much of a gossipy bitch to be told shit?” Deon saidwith a teasing sneer.”Eh FUCK you nigga!” belted back the round negro. “I keep a secretbetta dan yo old dry-snitchin ass. Hell, YOU just told ME about it. Datmakes you a snitch.”The rebuttle threw the taller black man for a bit a loop. Technicallyhe had just snitched, spilled secret info about Tyrone, Deon’s cousin, whohad been recently hired as a nightshift janitor/security guard. Theaddition to their staff was made (begrudgingly) by Principle Long, after aseries of complaints from faculty came in about vandals breaking into theschool at night. Aside from a few items being stolen, nothing severe hadoccurred. The frequent intrusions however did leave behind severalblemished walls, marked up lockers and doors with more than a few crudecartoon depictions of various sex acts in both the boys and girl’s lockerrooms, featuring recognizable members of the school faculty and one or two(or three) students. Because of this, Long added one more member to thestaff. Really, the ‘janitor’ roll was just a cover for the addition beingthe security guard of Coxvill high. However, Principle Long – in his allencompassing eagerness to save money and cut school costs – signed upTyrone – Jerome’s giant of a cousin – as a school custodian, since paying a”janitor’s” wages would be far less costly than paying a ‘security guard’.”Anyways…” grumbled Deon, “let’s get dis last room cleaned so we canburn this. You know Law man Long gon be on our asses, we don’t get atleast a little work done.””True dat” agreed Jerome.The two men aimlessly turned a corner in the hallway.”Where we gotta go again?” asked Jerome”Uuuuhhh…” Deon mouthed for a long moment, trying to recall theirdestination.When his memory failed him, he reached into his pocket to retrieve hischore list. The crumpled up and hard-used piece of yellow paper had to beuncrumpled by the tall black man’s long dexterous fingers and turned overat its end before the words could be found.”Uuuuhh, ah! Here it go…We gotta hit nurse’s office!”The boy’s name was Zulu, of all the names on God’s green earth, thoughtIvana. Zulu Stone Jr. That’s the name she was able to get out of theyoung negro before she, rather heavy-handedly, had to force him back downonto the rickety gurney. Ivana was hesitant to believe that could possiblyhave been the tall black youth’s real name, more likely one of those stupidstreet names all those young thug-types had, she thought. But after notingher disbelief, he told that Zulu was – in fact – the name she would read ifhe showed her a copy of his birth certificate.”My old man insisted I have a strong African name, like his old man didbefore him, you know?”She didn’t ‘know’, didn’t get it and didn’t want to. But, all the same,she nodded her head.”Peeps call me Z.J though” he muttered as Nurse Swallows went aboutchecking his vitals.Prior to that, Ivana was (hesitantly) placing her fingers on the youngnegro’s neck and shoulders. She didn’t particularly feel like giving theboy a check-up, as it would take even more precious time away from herstudy, but in the end she decided that due-diligence was the smarteraction. Didn’t want any parents complaining about how neglectful the’school nurse’ was should anyone decide to complain to the Principle. Shequickly checked his reflexes, and had him followed the traced movements ofher index finger. By the end of her initial check, she’d deduced that theboy had suffered a very mild case of heat-stroke, with no permenant damagebeing done to his body.Several times she had to make him lie back down, using both hands tohalf-shove him back down onto the soft padding of the gurney and berate himfor trying to move against her strict command to “stay put!”, as wasattempting to move for the sink that stood on the far end of the office. He was obviously parched beyond belief. His slow, lumbering steps were allthe proof Ivana needed to see how weak the boy was. In his current state,he’d have been lucky to make it half way across the room before fallingover exhausted. It was a clear case of dehydration. The very last thingIvana wanted was some big black man pass out in his office. That’d be sureto throw off her day and send her research even further afield of schedule.”Hey, hey, hey!” she barked at him, placing a hand on his sweaty chestto prevent him from motioning foward. “I said back on the mat,tough-guy!”. She guided him back down to the white gurney’s mattress top.”You wouldn’t make it three steps without keeling over, and I mostcertainly don’t feel like trying to scoop you up off the floor!”Ivana already knew this before even checking the boy out. He was tall,far taller than even Ivana first noticed upon getting up closer to him. Not only was the young black man lengthy, but he was solidly built as well.His clothes, soaked clear through with sweat, betrayed nothing but sculptedmuscles. Jesus, she thought as she checked his shoulders (which actuallyhiked up several inches they were so huge), he’s built like a brick-shithouse…He was easily the darkest negro she’d ever seen, his pigment analmost jet black (sans his lower lip, which was a light pink shade) thatstood in solid contrast to his wet clothing as it clung to his tightlymuscled skin.”Never heard of the phrase know your limits, I take it?” Ivana scoffedas she settled the boy back down.”Sure I have…” replied ZJ, his voice a deep chocolatey bass, so longIvana could almost feel the reverberations of his voice in her chest andstomach. “Know your limits…so you can break ’em”.With this comment, a smile. A ‘devil-may-care’ ‘cock-sure’ grin formedon the dark-skinned negro pink lips. This caused Ivana’s own lips to curlup in annoyance. Her face went half a shade red, and her delicate handsballed into fists. And he’s making a joke of it!? she thought. He’ssetting my research back, ruining my schedule and funking up my office withhis damned jock-sweat and he’s cracking JOKES!?”Yeah, alright tough-guy!”, Ivana shot back, her voice low and sharp asknives. “You’re just lucky I’m feeling generous today! I’m in the middleof a very important study, and I don’t have time to coddle hyped up jockswho think flexing their muscles is more important than drinking water! Youthink I WANT to waste my time playing ‘Mommy’ to some muscle-bound oaf whocan’t be bothered to find his way to a water fountain!?”Ivana noticed she was just about yelling at the young man, her wordsjust streaming from her mouth without check or filter. It acutally shockedher how hard she was being on the weakened negro. She hadn’t intended tosound so harsh and handle him so roughly. But that smirk, that damnedsmirk of his reminded her so much of Coach Black that it just ignited arush of anger in her. A flash of remembering that same look on the Coachthat all she could see was red after that. That’s who Ivana was truly madat. After all, this k** showing up in her office so suddenly – throwing amonkey-wrench in her entire routine for her study – was his fault. Did hereally have to push the jocks he commanded so hard? Couldn’t he just letthem lift weights in the air-conditioned gym like any normal Phys.Edteacher? After a moment of awkward silence, it was Z.J. – his facedrooped into a sullen display – who broke the stilled air.”…Sorry bout that, ma’am…” was all Zulu Jr. had to say, his deepvelvet voice now shockingly polite as he relaxed himself onto the gurney,giving up his fight against Swallows to reach the sink. “Coach is justreal serious about pushin us is all. Since I’m the new guy on the team, Iwanted to make a good first and impression and all that. I should’a takenmore water breaks though…Dats on me…hate to be a bother for ya…”His words had almost felt like a slap to Ivana’s face. An O of shockformed on her gorgeous lips. She hadn’t expected this sort of response. Not in a million years. In all likelihood she was waiting for the youngman to give her some snarky smart-alec response. She was well-prepared tohear a “Bitch, shut your mouth!” or a “Suck ma dick, stupid white ho!” Anynumber of crude insults in response her heavy-handed and rough-tonguedmanagement escort güngören of the boy and his weakened condition. She expected more of thebelligerent anger she’d seen in the group of young black thugs who hadsmacked her on the ass some time before, but instead…she got an apology.”Sorry”, “I hate to be a bother for you…”. It was like being slappedin the back of the head in a pitch black room, she didn’t see it coming atall.”W-well…” Ivana stammered, not sure how to respond. “Its not ENTIRELYyour fault..I guess.””I’m…” Ivana struggled to continue. If there was one thing IvanaSwallows struggled at, more than anything, it was apologies. From theyoungest age, getting an “I’m sorry” from the gorgeous brunette was a tasktrumped only by pulling teeth out of a raging lioness. However…despiteher pride and nearly boundless stubborness, on this day, the words;”I…” came from the busty nurses’ lips. “I MIGHT have been a bitharsh”. The closest thing to an apology Ivana could say WITHOUT simplysaying the words ‘I’m sorry’.”No worries, ma’am” replied Zulu, lifting a large dark hand and swattingit gently in the air as though her ‘apology’ were an irksome fly.”Oh, I know its not” Ivana then shot back, not letting this (whollyout-of-character) moment be dwelled upon or linger a moment longer thannecessary.”But someone in my position should never let their personal frustrationsout on a patient, no matter what. Its that idiot coach of yours I’m reallymad at, not you.””S’all good ma’am.” said Zulu.Another moment of silence had passed, and in that span of time Ivanarealized that this young man, this Z.J. had been the first black man she’dEVER managed to have a semi-polite conversation with. That wasn’t sayingmuch really. She managed to go the bulk of her life without having manyconversations with the ‘dark men about town’, let alone having anythingclose to a ‘heart-to-heart’ with any of them. The thought baffled her, butthere it loomed, plain as daylight.”You said your name was Z.J., right?” asked Ivana, her voice the one tobreak the silence this time. It was then that Ivana realized that she’dseen this young blackie somewhere before. She couldn’t quite discernwhere.”Yes ma’am” Z.J. replied.He seems familiar, she thought. She’d seen him some place before…someplace where there was sports and hollering and hoop-la of some sort. Hermemory fought for a moment before frustratedly shoving itself aside.”Call me Nurse, please. Nurse Swallows” Ivana replied, about ready toblow up (again) if he called her ‘ma’am’ one more time. Mrs. Murdock wasa “ma’am” and Ivana simply refused to be given the same titie. “I’m notnearly old enough to be called ma’am”, she added.”You aren’t from around here, are you?” She asked, curiously. She’dnoticed his accent and manner of speech to be different than most of theother black guys in town. A distinct ‘otherness’ about his word inflectionand tambour. She’d hoped getting the boy to talk about himself wouldreveal this sense of familiarity that poked at her brain.”No ma-” Z.J. began, but caught himself the instant he saw Ivana’sgreen eyes flash warning at his brown ones. “No Nurse Swallows. Me and myPa moved here from Atlanta a ways back. Still settling in to the whole’small-town’ thang.””Atlanta, huh?” Ivana replied, more curious now.This caused Ivana to cock an eye-brow in interest. Small-talk beganamong the two of them. Nothing too personal, just the typical ‘who are youand where do you come from’ breed of banter. Ivana learned that Z.J. wasactually a newcomer to the Coxville. It made sense, because while the boystruck her as ‘painfully familiar’, she hadn’t recalled seeing him THAToften around town. A negro that dark would have been spotted easily by hereye, except for maybe at night, she thought jokingly She learned thatZ.J.’s father – Zulu senior – was a bodyguard.”He’s watchin over some big wig from New Orleans.” Ivana recalledbriefly all the rabble and excitement about the newcomer in town. Somebusiness yuppie that had moved to Coxville after – allegedly – learning hehad familial roots in the county’s history. The story sounded like anexcuse for some billionaire to slum it and try winning over people in thesouth for some political campaign. She’d seen the type before. Silver-spoon types running through town for a few months trying to win overthe local folk with speeches of ‘maintaining traditional American values’before striding off on their way to the next town full of rednecks. A few,upon meeting Ivana, had attempted to woo her into dinner and a trip to hishotel room. The busty brunette had done well to rebuke their attempts,noting how their eyes always seemed more focused on her vast chest andmeaty curves rather than her eyes. They’d tried this tactic with her, andeven moreso with Jenny (a fact that Ivana hated with an iron-clad fervor).Ivana recalled getting an invite to this “Brooks” character’s home. Somefancy suare intended to impress the local people of note and (most likely)garner some points among the gossip mill that he was, in fact, a genuinemember of the southern ‘upper-crust’.Ivana had read the hand-written invitation once, and then chucked itback into the pile of discarded mail.”Junk” she said, disregarding the article into the pile. Her husbandGeorge was crushed she decided not to go, and spent several days aftersulking.The argument of ‘but everyone who is anyone is gonna be there’ wasthrown about. To which Ivana simply replied,”Honey, nothings stopping YOU from going.”This of course, in George’s eyes, couldn’t be done. No way GeorgeSwallows could be seen at a public function WITHOUT his fox of a wifeIvana. He and Ivy both knew this, yet kept it unspoken. Ivana had work todo and she simply couldn’t be bothered to attend such falsely jovialengagements. Over the course of their conversation, Ivana took severalbreaks to walk over to the sink and fill the small drinking cup with coldwater. She would then bring it over to the young negro and make him drinkthe entire thing down in front her, before dialogue resumed.”We’ve gotta get you hyrdated before you start moving around again. Idon’t want you passing out and getting your boy-sweat all over my clean newfloor” she half-joked. There was something in this that Ivana knew shecould use. The more she spoke to Z.J. the more it became apparent to her.There was potential that could be exploit to her benefit in Z.J. the “newk**”. She could use this young man somehow. He was aggreable, followedher commands without much back-talk, fairly well-spoken and (mostimportantly) was an outsider. As far as they both knew, neither Z.J. orZulu Senior was a native to Coxville. There was potential in that, Ivanajust knew it.”Interesting…” she said, not really to Z.J. as much as it was toherself.The cogs of her brain were starting to turn. This could be the answerto my black specimen problem.Yes, she would be fudging facts about black men in town, consideringthat neither Zulu or his son had been born in Coxville. But still, theywere residents here…which technically meant they could be allowed toparticipate in the study. It wasn’t much, but she could at least use it.Aiding her thought was the added fact Ivana could not ‘size’ this boy up.From the moment he’d entered her office at the arms of the other two blackathletes, she had been noticed her ‘ability’ to correctly guess penis sizesfailed to work on Z.J.’s. His arrival did not set off any of Ivana’slatent triggers. His weight, build, posture, age, etc hadn’t set off hernewly acquired ability of (somehow) knowing a man’s penis size with but aglance. For some unknowable reason – it hadn’t worked on him. When theother two blacks brought him in, she was able to speculate (10.4″, 9.5″)immediately between the both of them. Her little ‘ability was workingfine, it just didn’t seem to register with this new boy. Judging from hisheight and build, Z.J. (Ivana speculated) would probably come in at aboutaverage size in the penis department. The misconception that “tall men =long cocks” was a myth that had been debunked years ago. Ivana knew this,and speculated therefore that Z.J. would be the perfect ‘black” specimenfor her study. The perfect example of how NOT all black men were hung likehorses. Jenny Summers would read the proof and weep.A part of the busty nurse wanted to feel sorry for the young man. He’dproven himself to be a rather agreeable (even the slightest bit amiable)young man…for a nigger, she had to add mentally. She didn’t reallyintended for him to be fodder for her study. Didn’t want him to be somesort of sacrifice in her mission to bring down that blond bimbo JennySummers. But, as the old saying went; ‘needs must when the devil drives.’She walked over to the sink with the cup again, refilled it, and broughtit back to the young man.”Drink up!” she commanded. Ivana was plotting her shot….Getting the tall ebony skinned Z.J. Stone to agree to be a part of herstudy wouldn’t be a problem. She’d already gotten his basic stats down;- Subject; 18 yo/ Male.- Name: Stone, Zulu Jr. aka “Z.J.”- Height: 6’5″ (He was a tall one)- Weight; 256lbs (Almost entirely muscle)- Race; Black/African-America (No doubt about that)Male organ measurements;- Flaccid; ??- Erect; ??Size placement; TBD…She’d noticed as early as the first cup of water that the young negrohad been eyeing her quite deeply in her outfit. Appraising her thickcurves and vast round chest silently as he drank. As Z.J. took a deepswig from the latest cup of cool water, he tilted his head back. He usedthe motion as an excuse to open his eyes and get a nice glimpse of Ivana’simmense cleavage packed inside her white nurses’ outfit. Ivana pretendednot to notice, letting her gaze settle on the dark bump of his adam’s appleas it bobbed up and down with each gulp of the icy drink. She couldn’tblame him really. The attire Ivana Swallows wore of this day was intendedto…inspire…her subjects. The brunette nurse had not intended for anyof the blacks on campus to see her in this outfit, as it was intended to beused on Ivana’s white subjects of study. It was all part of her plan. When taking on a white male patient, Ivana would;- When a WHITE male subject entered; Turn the air-conditioning OFF, asthe heat would cause the man’s penis and testicles to hang lower thanusual. They’d complain of the heat, but they’d be greatful when theresulting droop made them look larger.- When a WHITE male subject was in; Use suggestive language or “BUZZWORDS” that would get her white male subjects to think about sex or sexualacts.- When a WHITE male subject was being evaluated; COMPLIMENT her whitemale patients, as female approval of a man’s manhood would cause furtherstimulation of the testicles and penis.On the other end of the spectrum;- When a BLACK male subject entered; Turn the air-conditioning ON. Theresulting cold would cause shrinkage to the subjects penis and testicles,making them smaller and – therefore – usable in her study.- When a BLACK male subject was being evaluated; give NO COMPLIMENTS. This went without saying for Ivana, but using terse and disinterestedlanguage around a man who felt exposed would cause him to falter when itcame time to show the Nurse their manhood. The less interested sheappeared, the quicker the black subjects would want to leave.- When a BLACK male was in the office; Ivan would dawn her large whitelab-coat, which did an…adequate job of hiding her body. Her endowmentsmade completely shrouding her body near impossible, but it would do wellenough in serving her purposes.The outfit Ivana had on that day; the sheer white, tight-fitting, hiphugging nurses uniform, factored into this plan. It was – perhaps – half astep above just being lingerie. Ok, it was lingerie, Ivana confessed. Ithad been a little number she’d bought about a year ago. It was a Halloweencostume that she’d worn once, and had intended to take back to the boutiqueshe’d initially bought it from. Her husband George had loved the get-up somuch, that he’d all but begged her to keep it. Lord knew George needed allthe inspiration he could get to get it up these days, so Ivana decided tokeep the garment for the ‘special occassions’ when she and George would trytheir hands at having a baby. The efforts had been for not, and Ivana hadeventually thrown the old thing back into her closet. There theill-fitting piece stayed…until today. Z.J.’s sudden appearance had lefther without a chance to throw on her bulky lab coat, and through all thechaos that had errupted thereafter, she’d simply forgotted about it. Itremained unused and slung over Ivana’s rolling office chair.Z.J.’s occupying her office this day had most certainly not been a partof the plan, but all the same, she enjoyed watching the boy attempts tosneak glances of her shapely hips and plump ass, her muscles as they flexedbeneath the fabric and the subtle struggle of her huge breasts as theyattempted to bounce free of the oppressive confines of their garments. Shewasn’t ‘into’ black men, but she liked knowing that they were into her. Ona polar note however, his presence was increasingly becoming a distractionto her as well.She told Z.J. he could lie down in her office for forty-five minutes(give or take) and drink another cup of water every five to ten minutesuntil he got his strength back. He was to remain on the gurney, behind thethin white d**** intended to give those lying upon it privacy, while shetended to other tasks about her office. Ivana allowed the the boy to rest,giving him water at intervals of five minutes, while she tried to get whatwork she could done.However, not long after, was when Ivana couldn’t help but notice anincreasing…awareness of the young negro. She walked from end to end inher office, and could feel the subtle tracking of the dark-skinned youth’seyes following her silhouette from behind the white curtain. The act madeher feel…antsy. Jotting down notes and triple-checking her subject listwas interfered with by the feeling ‘eyes’ on her. ‘dark brown’ eyes fromthe tall young man resting mere feet away from her. She would build up togetting the youth’s measurements, most likely asking him to drop his pantswhen he was able to stand for longer than ten seconds.When the feeling of Z.J.’s pressence eased, Ivana grew bold enough toattempt bringing in another potential subject. The examination had beengoing well. The ceased air conditioning had been noted by the man, ared-headed white male in his early thirties, and Ivana could tell he wasquite taken with Ivana and her sexy variant of the nurses’ outfit. She’dneglected to mention the (assumed) sleeping negro mere feet away from them,and asked the young man to drop his pants. He did so, and Ivana wasthrilled to see him standing erect (already) at more than seven inches(6.6″ by her estimation). She then had to watch in dismay, as theconfident smile instantly fell from the young red-head’s face, melt awaylike ice cream in a summer heat, when they heard the booming voice of Z.J.called out.”Nurse Swallows, its burnin up in here!”Upon realizing there was another man in the room – and a big black manby the sound of him – the red-headed white man did a half-shriek of shock.His full erection instantly fell limp (3.3″) and his pants were barely halfway on his pale white buttocks as he sped-walked out of the door to heroffice.”I didn’t realize there was another DUDE in here!” he belted as he fled.Ivana was pissed, but had to press down her anger. It was her decisionto try and bring more men into the office while Z.J. was still occupyingit, after all. That’s what I get, trying to multi-task she thought. Heronly advice for young negro was to ‘make himself cool’ while he recovered.Eventually, her stride broken and brought to an indefinite halt, Ivanawalked over to her phone and used the conference call feature to contactMs.Murdock.”Hold my other appointments for about an hour please, Ms. Murdock. Unexpected patient.” she said tersely and gave no further explanation.”Oh my–” replied Murdock’s voice over the phone’s speaker. “These boyslook a little restless. What should I tell them exactly, Nurse Swallows?””I dunno, tell them to take a lunch hour or something. I’ll get to themsoon.”With the flat beep of the phone, the call had ended. Ivana added theaccumulated data of the red-head to her compilation of notes. She spentsome time after checking her emails and listening to her voice messages onher cell phone. She had received three messages in total.One from George; “Hey honey, just calling to check in. Wanted to knowif it was going to be another late night for you at the school tonight. Ifso, I think I’m gonna go grab a couple beers with Harry and Steve Spitzmenafter work.”‘Harry’ was Harold Summers, Jenny’s round gut littletoadie-turned-husband. Ivana sucked her teeth at this, but listened on.”IF you DO end up making it home early, let me know. I figure we couldhave ourselves a bit of…personal time, later tonight…IF you catch mydrift. He-he!”George marked the end of this with a small series of small kissingnoises mouthed into the phone. Ivana merely rolled her eyes at the audiblegesture. She’d never been much for the ‘mushy’ stuff. Besides that, Ivanahad been left rather irritated at George’s last performance inbed…however long ago it had been. It felt like ages since she and Georgehad last been intimate, and even longer it felt since he had given heranything even close to an orgasm. Personally Ivana blamed George’s diet.He’d let himself go in a big way over the years (the beer was a big part ofthe problem) and his once firm, semi-chiseled stomach had graduallysoftened into a doughy mass. Their stomachs didn’t clap together duringsex like they used. More like her flat toned stomach was rolled up,pressed and brushed against George’s soft gelatinous gut. It wasn’t thatshe was shallow (not really), it was just that health was something Ivanatook deep pride in. She loved knowing that she was a woman who, even inher thirties, was considered ‘in her PRIME’ by her peers, lessers andelders alike. She’d wished deep down that George would aid to her socialsuccess in looking the part of a husband who she deserved, rather than theone she ended up with. In the back of her mind, Ivana thought that perhapstheir having a c***d would inspire him to get back in shape. Drop the junkfood for weights and get his body in order to live a long and happy life,for their son or daughter if not for her. But, of course, it couldn’t havegone Ivana’s way. One thing leading perpetually to another had delayed hergetting pregnant time and again. She knew she was at least partially toblame for this. It irked her to think that the hours upon hours, YEARS ofwatching what she ate could be so easily undone by having a baby. That onethrust from George’s cock (5.7” erect) could spell a finalizing doom forher epic physique. It was vanity, Ivana knew this, but she’d earned hervanity through hard work, damnit!Instead, Ivana decided to focus on her budding career as a physician,seeking to become an expert on human diet and nurtrition. Putting off thematter of c***dren until she was sure, good and certain, that she wasready. She was still young enough. She had plenty of time. 33 was plentyof time to bear c***dren. Once Ivana had finally succeeded in putting thatwhore Jenny in her place. THEN, she could think about the ‘pitter-patterof little feet’.Another message was from Sammy; “Hey Ivy!”The red-headed always sounded like a bubbly camp-counselor on thevoicemail. She was like a hyper-active puppy, Ivana always thought.”I’m heading to the gym now…STILL waitin to hear back from you! Youalready put off our last session, and I’m lettin you know I’m gonna realmift if you–“A sudden dull *clunk* and jagged clatter from Sammy’s end of the phone.Ivy’s dark brows simply dropped in an irked expression of embarrasment forthe ginger bodybuilder, being able to envision, with almost cinematicclarity, the image of Sammy stumbling over something while leaving hermessage.”Ouch! Dang it!” Came Sammy’s voice. “A-anyways, I’m gonna be realmift if you back out on our workout, AGAIN! I keep tellin you and BB, thatextra cake around your fanny isn’t gonna go away by itself. Call me back,bye!”Ivana sighed. She really did want to go to the gym with Sammy. Blowingoff some steam hitting the heavy bag or running on the treadmill would bethe greatest release for her these days. As its been said, Ivana tookgreat pride in her health. She found no better workout routine thanworking out with the red-headed Spitzmen. Just trying to keep up with theplucky fire-haired woman had kept Ivana’s arms and legs well-toned, hershoulders rounded and defined, her stomach flat and showing the traces of asix pack she’d loved maintaining. Sammy Spitzmen stood something of awonder to the brunette nurse. If not a marvel of humanity, then definitelydeserving a study herself in the nature of polarized human appitude Themaitwenty hours of the day proved Sammy to be a walking accident, a klutzin every sense and definition of the word. However, during the few hoursshe was in the gym each day, Sammy was grace, balance and endurancepersonified. Ivana had half-joked time and again to Sammy’s husband thatperhaps converting their house into a full-on gym would keep her fromstumbling in the bathroom each morning. She knew it would rise the ire ofthe beautiful red-head to back out on their workout AGAIN. Ivana knew shewould be in for an earful after flaking on Sammy the last time. She hadattempted to defuse the situation (long-distance) by leaving her a voicemessage on her home phone telling her she was swamped with work and wouldmake it up to her the following week.At the time, Ivana had been in the elated state of ‘eureka’ with herplot to take down Jenny, and all her focus had gone towards prompting thehigher-ups to approve her study of ‘penis sizes in Coxville County’. Thathad been Ivana’s honest-to-god reason for ducking out on her workout. Thisweek’s reason? Following UP on that plot and putting enough info togetherto form a decent argument AGAINST Jenny, and her ridiculous wives’ tales.Sammy hadn’t called her back that day however, and Ivana took that silenceas a sign she’d dodged the bullet. If Sammy were smart, she’d go intobusiness as a personal trainer, Ivana thought. Sammy Spitzmen, Sheriff ofPhysical Fitness struck her as a fitting title.And then, came the final message. It was short, twenty seconds total inlength. But it was enough to send Ivana Swallows into an almost frothingrage;”Hey Ivy, its Jen…”Ivana’s teeth gritted together in a half-snarl. That low, sultrycadence of Jenny Summer’s voice could never be mistaken.”Just wanted to drop you and line and see how you were doing. Haroldand George are going out tonight for beers, so I figured we could have a’girls evening’, maybe watch a movie and do each other’s nails like we didback in the day. Whenever you’re done playing mad-scientist, drop me aline. I’ll be home after six. Later lovely!”Ivana’s hand was clenched-near-white on her cell phone. PLAYINGMAD-SCIENTIST?! That SLUT had the out and out NERVE to refer to her workas PLAYING.MAD.SCIENTIST!?! The notion of Jenny sitting on her end of thephone, probably jacking off some huge dark bruiser of a nigger cock, justfilled Ivana with a white-hot rage.”That…fucking…” Ivana didn’t even have the words armed to useagainst the yellow haired slattern.The last phone call had left Ivana in a haze. A red haze that drove her- now more than ever – to cut Jenny down at the root. Disproving the mythof “Big Black Cock” would be Ivana’s mission, for LIFE if it required. She’d bring her down, ONE way or ANOTHER. This, Ivana vowed to herself. And as the brunette’s first volley, she would use Z.J. ‘the outsider’ with(what Ivana couldn’t possibly be wrong in speculating) the NORMAL sizedblack cock. Not massive, not huge, but NORMAL. The myth of ALL black menbeing hung like prize stallions would be shown to all as just that, a MYTH.”How you feeling back there?” called Ivana from her desk. By hersweetened tone, one would never know she had just been in the frenzy ofinner rage mere moments ago.”A lot better now…” the youth said plainly.”You feeling good enough to stand? I’ve got a schedule to keep” saidIvana.”About so…want to give it a few more minutes. Heads still swimming abit” replied Z.J.She couldn’t see Z.J., not fully at least. The ceiling lights in heroffice showed him to just be a large dark slab, a stilled black shadow-bodyfrom behind the gurney’s curtain. Ivana could easily turn in her chair tosee him, but kept her back turned away from him and at her desk. Shedecided she would get the easiest calls over with first. It took hermerely a minute to get George on the phone and tell him to ‘by all means’go have fun with Harold at the bar that night. He asked her -rathersheepishly- f she planned to ‘be home early’ tonight for some ‘late nightfun’. George’s attempt at a ‘seduction’ voice did nil more than make Ivanacrack a smile and chuckle over the phone.”That’s what I love to hear.” said George. “Nothing sexier than thesound of my woman’s laughter”.Ivana straightened her voice and let him know that she would be back asearly as she could, but instructed him ‘not to wait up’ for her. She couldhear George pout over the phone, and dismissed him with a terse “Oh, don’tbe such a baby. I’ll see you later”. Upon calling Sammy, Ivana wasn’t theslightest bit surprised to get the red-head’s voicemail.”Hi~, you’ve reached the voicemail of Sammy Spitzmen. I can’t get tothe phone right now, but please leave a message after the beep. I’ll getback to ASAP. BYE!”The beep chimed in over the phone, JUST as Ivana turn a full 180 degreesin her chair. Ivana’s line of sight fell to the sight of Z.J. silhouettefrom behind the gurney curtain, and the busty dark haired nurses’ jawdropped….Z.J. was – to say the least – a PRIME male specimen. Even from Ivana’sobscured vantage from the other side of the curtain, she could see theyoung negro possessed rows upon rows of suprior rock hard muscle. His longlimbed body stood tall and languid, the top of his head poking just abovethe top of the curtain. My god, Ivana thought. He doesn’t have an ounceof fat on him. She felt like she was viewing some sort of peep show fromher seated position at her desk. She was caught up in the subtleperformance of the black youth’s body as it stretched and he slowly rotatedhis arms and shoulders, getting back into the rhythm of standing on his ownlegs again. She’d always been…intrigued by the bodies of blacks. Theyalways seemed to exagerated, all their parts so prounced and full. Itwasn’t an outward attraction for it, she held fit white men at the top ofher list for human aesthetics, but the extremes of the black (male) bodyalways fascinated her from the standpoint of a nutritionist. Playing thevoyeur from her position, Ivana had to snap herself from her O shapedobservance of the tall negro. She’d been sitting there in a silence forabout five seconds on Sammy’s voicemail without saying a word.”Uh-uuuh…h-hey Sammy, dear. Sorry I couldn’t make it to the gym withyou again tonight.”Ivana’s eyes shifted from the floor, to Z.J’s shadow and back down tothe floor once more before gazing back up at the youth’s adonis-like figurefrom behind the veil. Is he…the thought stuttered in Ivana’s brain whenshe noticed it, unwilling to even fathom it.Instead, Ivana slowly, ever so quietly stood up from her chair. Hercellphone was still pressed up to her face as she crept around theperimeter of the gurney.”I know I’m gonna catch hell from you later, and…that’s…”As she rounded the right corner of the curtain, she could see Z.J.’ssilhouette broaden and become more detailed behind the veil. The youngnegro’s muscles were more visible now from a closer vantage point, andIvana could (for some reason) feel her heartbeat begin to quicken behindher vast chest. She equated the rise in her, basically, stalking the boylike some sort of office-bound hunter.”That’s fine….” she said, her inflection on the word fine perhaps abit more suggestive than intended. She hadn’t expected for Z.J. tohalf-turn at that moment and give her a solid side-profile of his insanelymuscular thighs and ass. “Work…has me swamped right now is all. Something’s…”She’d rounded the edge of the curtain, her brown hair just barelypeaking past the edge of the curtain when she caught sight of it.Ivana Swallow’s her heart sank as her pussy simultaneously (and rathermysteriously) began to quiver. The tall negro was turning from side toside, stretching his back and torso. With each twist, Ivana could see theoutline – the thick and IMMENSELY long – outline of Z.J.’s cock from behindthe fringe of the curtain. It simultaneously baffled and defeated thebusty brunette. Her inability to ‘size up’ Z.J. and the fact he was not aCoxville native had given her hope. She was all but certain (in folly nowit seemed) that his cock would rank in at MAYBE 6″. Normal by standardsand therefore disproving Jenny’s ridiculous theory about ALL black men andtheir alleged Monster Cocks. Ivana’s heart fluttered, her breath caught inher throat as she saw Z.J.’s form from behind the curtain. She was just atthe edge of the veil, but was apprehensive to look any further. By thenshe could actually see Z.J.’s body, split down the middle between curtainedshadow and full body.”Something…” she repeated, droning the word as filler in the presenceof being thrown by the sight of what she was seeing.From her angle, the ink-skinned negroes cock looked like a third arm onhis long frame. A length and width of unknown inches that looked like itbelonged on…Ivana hesitated to even finish the thought…a FUCKINGHORSE…Ivana was so caught up in the sheer sight of Z.J.’s body, a nearjet-black amassment of manly muscle and atheletic curvature, that she didnot even see his face as it turned to spy hers watching him from the edgeof the curtain. When Ivana’s green eyes finally scanned up to see the tallebony titan’s deep brown one’s gazing back at her;”Huge…” drolled Ivana, inadvertently finishing her sentence over thephone.Z.J. said nothing, just stood there, rooted to the spot. It was as ifhe was allowing Ivana to get an eye-full of him. He even went aboutstretching again, ignoring Ivana’s voyeuristic appraisal.”Something…huge, uh…came up at work.” she stammered. “MASSIVE,really…couldn’t be put off, I’m afraid.”Her thoughts were barging into her words with no filter now, and Ivanahad to stop herself before divulging more than she intended. Her eyescouldn’t help but gaze in amazement at the long, thick tube-shape of blackmanhood that dangled full and (to Ivana’s amazment) flaccid between thedark-skinned black’s thighs. 11.3″ Ivana calculated, a combination ofamazment and defeat fighting in her at once.The knobby bulb of his cockheadstopped just near the start of where the young man’s knees began. Solidveins zig-zagged the span of him, trailing up to the V shaped muscles thatbegan his stomach, equip with an astonishing eight-pack of deep ebonycolor.”I’ll…I’ll just have to meet up with you next time, dear. Sosorry…I’m just. I’m just up to my ass in work over here. I’ll make itup to you. We’ll meet up for a jog this weekend or something. Ok? Byehon.”Ivana terminated the call abruptly, not even taking into account she’drushed the latter part of her message, slurring more than a few of herwords and stringing others along in a sloppy sputter of language. Uponlooking at Z.J.’s body again, she realized her mouth was hanging open, herjaw dropped at the sight of him.”Uuuh…everything alright, Nurse Swallows?” He didn’t seem particularlytaken aback by Ivana’s intrusion, not even attempting to cover his nakedform before the brunette beauty.”W-wha-” Ivana couldn’t formulate the words. Her eyes were too fixed atthe multiple spots on interest on the tall black man’s body. “W-why theheck are you naked?! Where are your clothes?!”She sounded flustered, jostled and unprepared for the sight of his nakedblack body in her office. At this, Z.J. only raised a thick black brow.”It was hot. You said I needed to cool off, right?””I meant with WATER! We had to get you HYDRATED” Ivana retorted. “Notrunning around my office NUDE!”Her face went a shade of red. It took all she had to look Z.J. in theeye and avoid gazing at the long and thick stretch of meat that dangledbetween his legs. Her periphery couldn’t help but notice how fat and heavyit hung between his thighs, like some kind of obese snake.”Oh…” Z.J. replied plainly. “Well…It was just so hot in here. YoAC must be busted or somethin. Ma clothes was all sticky and wet.”Ivana didn’t tell Z.J. that she’d purposely had the AC off for thebenefit of her previous subject. She had to admit, she’d left it off for abit longer than necessary, especially for a day as hot as this. She alsohad to admit (silently) that he was right about his clothes. The articleswere soaked clean through with sweat when he’d came in. She tilted herhead to the left to see the young negro’s clothes had been hung up on thetop of the gurney’s curtain to dry. He must have done it when I had myback turned, she thought. Ivana turned her body away from the young man, alate response to acknowledging his nudeness.”I…I take it you’re feeling better now, then?” Ivana said, her voicecracking in a way that was uncharacteristic of her normally concise andclipped tone of voice.”Yep…better now” said Z.J. “Just wanted to give my clothes a littlewhile to dry.”Ivana did everything she could not to turn or sneak a glance at Z.J.’sbody. God, how the hell do they get big and fit, with all that junk soulfood they eat, she thought. Her eyes went from the ceiling, to the floor,crept along it to see that the tall black man still had his white tennisshoes on, and then quickly tilted her head back up to the ceiling uponrealizing her gaze was creeping up the young man’s chiseled legs again.”Good…” Ivana said. “Another few minutes, then you can git…””Heard you’s doin some kind of study in here, said Z.J. as he motionedto the side of the gurney. He shifted out of Ivana’s line of sight. Thegesture made her a little nervous. She didn’t like NOT knowing where theyoung black man was in her office, didn’t like her being out of her line ofsight. Her parents had warned her since youth to be doubly aware of hersurroundings at all times,”Especially around those darkies!” her father would add vehemently. Hiswarnings would only increase in frequency upon Ivana’s hitting puberty, herbody budding with shape and ample womanly endowments that seemed to happenwith some regularity among the women folk .”Yes…” she said, plainly.”On like…” Z.J. began. He was heading to the sink on his own withthe white cup he’d been given. “On like, dude’s dick sizes in town orsomethin?”Ivana noticed the boy to be very much back in step and firm-footed now.Way more oriented than before.”Its a statistical study on male penis size in the county.””Yeah…that…” said Z.J. “So…you measurin all the dude’s dic–“”Penis!” Ivana interrupted. “Male PENIS sizes…If you HAVE to refer toit, could you PLEASE do it without using any crude slang?” she correctedhim. The word Dick just seemed to be jostling something in just then. Struck a strange cord in the deepest part of her stomach that she didn’taltogether trust (though didn’t particularly dislike as well…).”Right, ma bad, you measurin all the dude’s PENIS sizes in town.””Correct.””Why?””To disprove the uninformed and ,quite frankly RIDICULOUS, myth aboutni-uh-certain demographics of men and abnormal penis sizes, wrong.”A moment of quiet, Z.J. gulping down the cool contents of his whitecup. Whether he caught the slip in Ivana’s words or not was never known.”Why?” Z.J. said, again, meshing the word with a refreshed sigh afterdrinking the cool water.”Because…” she hesitated. “Because I want to discredit an idiotic oldwive’s tale that is wholly untrue.””How do you know it is?” Z.J. asked. “I mean, from what I heard youain’t had too many niggas in here. So how you know its untrue?””I just do” replied Ivana. “How many nigga di-I mean- penises you doneseen so far? One? Two? Hell, ANY? Well, BESIDES mine now, I guesshe-he.””A few dozen…” Ivana lied.”Z’at so? And how big was they?””I can’t in good conscience tell you that. Doctor-patientconfidentiality.””Right~” droled Z.J. his tone slack and sounding unconvinced. “I ain’taskin fo names or nothin. just if the bruds you done seen this far live upto yo ‘myth’ is all.””Not particularly. No more than average, I can assure…” Ivana liedagain. In reality the few black members she had seen were the length andgirth the size of her forearm, at least. She’d never confess that to himthough.”Average huh?” Z.J. mouthed, sucking back the dregs of his paper cup.Ivana could tell there was something else hidden behind this remark. Somecrouching bite of snark that he kept hidden.”Yes, perfectly average for any man in the county.””So, what inspired you to do all this? What’s with the interest? Fromwhat I hear, this town ain’t never been too keen on the idea of comparindark and white meat. Not until the dude ma pops works fo rolled into townand started makin waves.””Is that so? You seem rather informed for someone who hasn’t lived herevery long.””I get around. I hear thangs.””I’ll bet you do” muttered Ivana under her breath. “Fine, you want thetruth?””I always keep it one-hundred…” Z.J.’s dark eyes fell to her greenones, settling on her emerald pupils with an unwavering focus that, quitefrankly, alarmed her. She was used to men looking away from her glancemore often than not. Not being able to maintain eye-contact with her forlonger than a moment or two upon settling their vision onto those piercinggreen eyes of hers. Z.J. just stared back her intently, his brown eyesunmoving to the point she (for the first time in…well…ever) had to lookaway first.”Fine…whatever that means. I…I want to prove someone…someone Ihate, wrong…”And just like that, Ivana had said it aloud. It genuinely surprised herher that she’d been able to say it at first. To lower her public facadeand confess herself and her true motive to someone…let along a perfectstranger. Whether it was momentarily jostled and spilled because of herinability to sustain eye contact with Z.J.’s intense (rather hungrylooking) gaze, or whether because she felt there was no (real) harm inletting an outsider in on her secret, she didn’t know.”Hmm…interestin” Z.eJ. muttered, stroking his chin a bit in digestionof the answer. “Seems like a lot of work to get at jus one person. Datsreal hate if I eva don seen it” said Z.J. from beyond the curtain.Ivana turned on her heel, her gaze still aimed at the checkered blackand white tile of the floor.”It is…but trust me, its worth it.” She said, the curl of bitterresentment loomed in her tone. She REALLY couldn’t keep her hatred forJenny bottled up anymore. That stupid voicemail she’d gotten from Jennyhad left her fuming on the inside. All this she had done was done out of asole devotion to putting that blond slut in her place, once and for all.”Damn…the hates real round here…” repeated the tall negro. “So, youdoin all this jus to prove to somebody you ain’t like dat nigga’s AIN’T gotBIG thangs goin on down below?”He spoke as if he didn’t believe her. Like he was repeating himself toget her to finally cave and admit she was simply joking.”This person has it coming, trust me. You’re not from around here, soyou don’t have much grasp on the history of this place. Not nearly as muchas you think you do. This person I’m working against, has everyonethinking she’s some sort of goddess. Like she’s infallible. Posing toeveryone as if she’s the most wholesome thing walking the earth, when she’sreally just the opposite.””A she, is it?” Z.J noted with a wink, allowing the dark haired nurse tovent (and therefore out herself) while he partook of another cup of water.Shit, Ivana thought. How could I slip up like that? Ivana was startingto think she was really off her game today. The distraction of Z.J. landing in her office had thrown off her entire routine, leaving herstaggered and ill prepared for unexpected events.”You talkin bout Coach Summers, huh?” Ivana’s eyes grew wide withsurprise.”How did you…””Oh, come on. You really think I ain’t notice? I seen you shootin herhella eye-daggers in the halls during school. Just bout err’body in schoolworship the ground she walks on. Like royalty an shit…”Ivana was shocked. Was her hatred for Ivana really that transparent? She was always so careful about keeping her distaste for Jenny in check. So much that everyone took them to be the closest of friends. In Ivana’smind, they were definitely close…but ‘friendship’ had very little to dowith the relationship.”Can’t hardly blame em’ though. Coach Summers if fine as a muthafucka.”He marked the statement with a light slap of his dark knee with his hugepalm. The gesture made his long cock dangle the slightest bit and causedIvana’s mouth to water (though she wouldn’t realize this at first).”And THAT’S the problem. EVERYTHING thinks she’s some kind of goddessor something. Like she craps daisies and apple pie.” Ivana voice grew to anear shout.”Hey, hey, cool it down, ma.” Said Z.J. his hands lulling her lionessanger.”She’s alright an e’thang. Wouldn’t kick her outta bed fo eatencrackers. She got mean steez among the bruthas, that I know fo sho.”Ivana’s hands were balling into fits. Z.J. noted this from his positionat the sink, and quickly changed tactics.”She ain’t really my type though” he said. “I’m mo into brunettes…”.There was a subtle bit of suggestion in his voice. In reality Z.J. wasinto all women, but kept his liking of Coach Jenny bottled for the sake ofthe brunette nurse, who he now knew was carrying more than a bit of badblood and animostity for the “Queen of Coxville”.”I know I shouldn’t be telling you this. You’re just a student. But Ifeel like…” Ivana hesitated, her fists slowly uncurling back into daintyhands. “I feel like telling a perfect stranger is about as open a fieldfor honest as I’m ever gonna get in this town. Everyone knows each other.Small towns and secrets don’t particularly go well together, if you catchmy meaning.”A final strong gulp and bobbing of his Adam’s apple and Z.J. replied;”Yep…I think I do. Ain’t no thang. E’rbody gotta vent every now andagain. You helped me out with letting me chill in here, least I can do isreturn the favor by hearin you out. Na’mean?”She did…sort of. Z.J. was earning points with the busty nurse. She’d never have expected a black man such as him would the one she couldconfide in in her struggles and lingering feelings. Another moment ofsilence. Then the quiet was broken by the sound of Z.J.’s footsteps. Ivana turned on her heel to the sight of the tall negro settling himselfdown onto the check-up bed that sat at the center of her office.”So…can I be a part of yo study?” said Z.J.Ivana jaw dropped.”W-what?””I mean, you need male specimens, right? I’m a MAN, I’m here. Why notuse me fo yo study?”Ivana stared at him, the first time she’ been able to look at the blackman without her face turning red.”You don’t seem to understand what I’m trying to do.””Oh yeah, I totally get what you tryin to do. You want to make a studysaying all nigga’s ain’t packin, because you mad at Coach Jenny fo hittingtha skins wit Coach Black.”It was a crude explanation, but alas, the boy was correct…half of itat least.”I’m not JEALOUS of her. I’ve absolutely NO reason to be jealous ofher…especially not over that lecherous muscle-bound oaf Black.”Use me…” he said, ignoring her outburst.”Well…” Ivana began, but stopped herself. “Thank you for the offer,but you’re not eligible for my study.””Why?” Z.J. began.”You black men really do like asking that, don’t know? Why this, Whythat? can’t you just take a NO for what it is?” She was getting a littlesick of being hurled the word “Why”, and her demeanor suddenly shifted backto that of the irritable nurse.”If we took NO fo an answer, ya’ll would still have us up in chains andshit. Still callin ya’ll massa and using bummy ass seperate toilets andshit.”Clearing the air and getting her innate hatred for Jenny off her chestto someone was liberating, pleasant even. But still, this young man wasnow overstepping his bounds.”I’m not about to get into a racial debate with you. But to answer yourquestion of WHY; for starters, you’re not a native of Coxville.””So what?” replied Z.J.”Its a REGIONAL study. Meaning people BORN to the county.””So what?””Jesus, what are you, dense? You weren’t born here, therefore you can’tbe a part of the study.”Z.J. chewed at that notion for a moment, gleefully let it sit on hismind before he replied.”True, I wasn’t born here.”Ivana smirked, as she often did whenever winning a debate.”But I’m still a RESIDENT. I live in the confines of yo regional study,and therefore identify as a valid candidate, fallin just in the age markerof 19.”Ivana’s smile melted.”I’m still a MAN. I’m still sho as shit BLACK, and you need all thosethangs fo yo study. I meet the criteria. And even if I wasn’t born here,I’m willing to bet ya anythin that if we look far enough back in magenealogical history, we’ll find one or two niggas who done crept up outtaor through this backwater ass town. Me and ma fam been bound to tha southsince yo ancestors yanked us off tha boat. Whose to say a couple brutha’sin the Stone tribe didn’t creep through Coxville years ago an shit?”With that, Ivana’s smirk died on her lips. He was crude, but he didhave a point. And even IF he wasn’t from Coxville, one would never be ableto tell as such. One glance at the tall, over-muscled black man would haveany onlooker assuming he’d been born and raised here like all the otherblacks in the county. While gnawing at these points, Ivana had to keep hereyes on the floor…AWAY from Z.J.’s cock, which (from upper her periphery)looked to be dangling off the edge of the check-up table where he hadpropped himself.”How bout this, Nurse Swallows? Say I’m NOT from Coxville. Let’s saythat not ONE member of my family ever set foot in this town. That wouldmake the evidence of yo study lean in favor that ALL black men are packin.”A single nervous twitch from Ivana’s arms, the slightest twitch of hernose as the words struck her like a slap.”That don’t bode too well fo you. Not if you tryin to disprove the MYTHabout black dick…””Either niggas in Coxville all got that big D, or niggas outsideCoxville do.”His words hit her like a kick to the chest. He had another point. Hewas one potential subject, but the possibility, the threat, loomed(dangled) in front of her.”Oh come ON” Ivana shot back, frustrated and half in disbelief at theconversation she was now having with a STUDENT. “ALL black CAN’T be huge.Its a scientific impossibility!””Yet, I’m sitting right in front of you that we bigger, stronger and mohung than the white boys. You done seen the size of me. Been fightinawful hard to NOT look at me since I was fit to stand on ma own.”Again, he had her there, though she wouldn’t confess it (not yet atleast).”What?” said Ivana, her voice a rather weak atempt at playing coy. “I…I have no idea what you’re–“”I’m dehydrated, I ain’t BLIND, Nurse Swallows. You been strugglin NOTto look at ma dick for the last five minutes. Only make sense. You a fit,red-blooded woman in her prime. Only make sense fo ya to be curious. Specially considerin what yo job currently has you doin. You been havingpenis up in here all day. You been on the lookout for that big D. You cancheck out mine if ya want. It only bites when provoked.”Z.J. smiled.”Don’t be crass” Ivana scolded him. “Talk like that’s gonna get youbooted out of my office immediately, WITHOUT your clothes.””Sorry bout that, Nurse” said Z.J. with a cordial nod. “I guess Ican’t speak fo ALL the niggas out there…I GUESS. But, if I’m packin ANDI’m a outsider…That leaves you with a problematic question, if you tryinto disproved big nigga dick; How many other bruthas you think is packin outthere who AIN’T from round here?”Ivana neither said a word nor moved an inch at this. She dreaded thethought of that being the case. That would mean Jenny was right, which (ofcourse) she wasn’t. Ivana (of course) already knew it wasn’tpossible…absolutely impossible, she knew.”Definitely don’t help yo cause, knowin mo niggas like me are roamingoutside county lines.He was right, it didn’t. The idea of there being more men like Z.J. outside of Coxville would put her entire plan in critical jeopardy, if noteradicate it entirely. It was a potential worry, but she (of course) knewsuch a thing wasn’t possible.”Well” Ivana finally spoke up, “good thing for me, its all just a myththen, isn’t it?””Is it?” Z.J. smiled, letting the question linger in the air and playwith the woman’s nerves. “This look like a myth to you?” he said, loweringhis gaze downward to his manhood, proudly. “I was born and raised inAtlanta, MILES and miles away from Coxville. I hate to sound cocky and notto brag or nothin, but I been told mo than a few times by the ladies thatI’ve got mo than bit much going on down here. Made a few beg fo mercy,then left em’ beggin fo mo.””Uh-huh” Ivana said flatly. “Let me guess, some giddy cheerleader? Some bubbly blonde bimbo? Called you her stud, her Brahma-bull? You werea god the entire time you were in the sack with her…both minutes of it?”Ivana held nothing back in the insult it. She didn’t know when exactlyher conversation with this young man had turned into a verbal sparingmatch, but she was in the throes of it now. She’d had enough of his crasssexual remarks and was already preparing her next volley of assault in herhead. The thrill of the rising tension in their debate had her heartpumping fast in her chest.”Gettin a hyperactive high school girl who can’t help but get allgoogly-eyed at a tall basketball player isn’t as big an accomplishment asyou think, stud!” There was nothing but sarcasm dripping from her voice atthe word stud. “”Us ‘grown-up’ women need a little more than a wink from courtside and alay-up to get us hot and bothered.””Oh, trust me, I know this” replied Z.J. “And yeah, you right on onethang. I had me a couple cheerleaders since movin into town. Turns outthe ladies love ball-playin bruthas in small towns like this, just as muchas they do in the big cities.”That’s where Ivana knew him from! The basket-ball game against theB-Town Beavers! He’d been the one (the first really) who Ivana noticedwith Georges’ camera. She was rather surprised it had taken her this longto recognize the black man. I mean, how could one really, as black as heis, she thought. Her head (and mouth at one point) had just been occupiedwith some much in the last few weeks. Her study, Jenny, her regular workschedule as campus nurse, trying to monitor George’s diet, on TOP ofmaintaining their household duties. She’d been too swamped to remember asingle face from a basketball game that might as well have happened agesago. While using the recorder, she’d seen a distant glimpse of what thetall negro had to off long before now.She hadn’t realized HOW much she’d come to see of the young man at thetime (the huge thing looked fuller and far more menacing up close than oncamera, she noted). She said nothing of it to Z.J. however. That’d bethe very last thing he’d ever hear her confess. Instead, she rolled hereyes. Posturing and self-aggrandizing themselves seemed to be a staplecharacteristic of black men, Ivana deduced. She could now see why CoachBlack had such an avid interest in the boy’s athletic development; theywere two of a kind he and Z.J.”Now, where you got it WRONG Nurse. S.” Added Z.J., leaving a moment ofpause for the busty nurse to cling to for a moment. “Is that I ain’t ONLYbeen popular among the younger females.””That so?” said Ivana, unimpressed.”Naw. Since movin into town I done had me a crack at a few of tha olderhonies too. Fit as fuck, thick as bricks, and fine as all hell.”Ivana scoffed, a chuckle escaping her throat. Is this guy serious, shethought? Does he really think this is gonna impress me? Make mereconsider adding him to my study?”JUST like you is, Nurse…If you don’t mind me saying so…”Ivana felt her heart slide the slightest bit upwards into her throat. Oh my god, she thought. Now he’s trying to seduce me.”None of tha babes I been wit had a single complaint bout what I got. On tha contrary, across the board they all sayin they LOVED it.” Ivana’sheartbeat quickened further. She didn’t want to give this Z.J. Stone anedge over her. She stony demeanor wouldn’t shake for any man, least of allthe likes of him…However…”Me and tha fellas down here” continued Z.J. taking his eyes fromIvana’s and trailing down to his manhood, the long ebony mass and equallysizable round balls hanging proudly over the edge of the table. “We donepleased quite a few kitties in our day. Ain’t had a dissatisfied customeryet…and I ain’t even from round here.”His confidence, that unwavering assurance in his sexual prowess, THATworked Ivana’s nerves. It irked her, but at that moment, the swelter ofNurse Swallow’s office, hot damn if it didn’t make her parts throb. Ivana’s eyes betrayed her, and ever-so-slowly followed Z.J.’s eyes down tothe spot between his muscled legs.”And I ain’t tha only one. Plenty of other bruthas I know be layin pipejust as strong as I do, getting the same…uh…reviews as I been gettin onmy ‘ficticious” Big Black Cock…”Just then, Ivana allowed herself to play with the idea of getting fuckedby something so big. Samson West, the negro who had been used as atemptuous tool used by Jenny to convert Ivana, Sammy, Anya and Biancatowards black men, had been a trial trying to hold in her mouth. His cockso long and fat that the brunette nurse fear choking to death on hismanhood before she finally caused him to shoot his load. And Z.J. Stone,in his current position, looked like he had a cock that was longer AND aslight bit thicker! Her parts throbbed harder at the thought of beingslammed by something so long and thick. Controlled and manhandled by abody that solid.”Solemme ask you again, Nurse Swallows…”He theatrically let another moment of silent to pass.”This look like a myth to you?”Ivana’s face was full-on flushed red now. She couldn’t deny her innerthighs were tensing up, her body flushing with adrenaline. She deduced shemust have still been coasting on the rush from arguing with young negro,but now…now she wasn’t entirely sure that was ALL there was to her suddenstrange mood. She hadn’t been fucked properly in a coon’s age, and wasstarting to feel the itch now.”No…” she replied, maintaining her tambour of defiance and disbelief.”That” she said, cocking her chin at the unnaturally length member danglingoff the edge of her check-up table like a predator, mocking her with itsveiny half swings to and fro. “That, is an exception…” No, that’s aMONSTER! she thought. Her inner thighs screamed. She couldn’t believehow hard-left this conversation had veered.”Heh! Damn…you a tough cookie, Nurse.” chuckled Z.J. “Tough andstubborn.”About THAT Mr.Stone, you are absolutely correct.” A smirk crept acrossIvana’s lips.”Figured if I walked around in the buff a lil bit, let you see the goodsfo yoself, I’d have you eaten out tha palm ah ma hand by now.””No such luck. I’m not into black guys.” she said, bluntly brushing hisadmitted attempt at seduction aside.”Heh! Tell you what, Nurse Swallows?” said Z.J, a smirk crossed his ownwhile raising one of his long dark index fingers in an exclamatory gesture.”I’ll make you a deal.”Ivana u*********sly cocked an eyebrow at this. He’s offering me wagersnow, she thought.”Oh really?” replied Ivana, unable to hide the onset of a smirk acrossher full lips.”YOU’VE got a deal, for ME?”The busty nurse had to admit, the young negro had gall. His bold, bluntand rather impressive debating skills had left her feeling rather intriguedwith him. The k** had balls. Ain’t THAT the truth, Ivana thought whilestealing another glance at his manhood. She toyed with the idea of howmuch semen could come out of testicles so big.”This should be rich. Alright, let’s hear it” she replied, confidentlycrossing her arms underneath her massive bosom.”You add me to yo little study. Take ma measurements, size me up, dowhatever it is you gotta do.””OK…” Ivana said, waiting for the boon on her end, what she would getout of this proposal of quid pro quo.”However many inches I’m packin, soft and hard, you get to subtract byhalf. Scale it down to fit yo…agenda.”Ivana’s eyes widened at this. She actually laughed a bit.”You can’t be serious” she said.”Oh, I’m dead serious.” Z.J. replied. “If bruthas being too BIG fo yais a problem, then I guess we’ll just have to play ball, so to speak. Letyou balance thangs out. I heard you been more than a bit…apprehensive,about adding the bruthas to yo study. You start lettin black men in on theaction of yo little experiment, seeing them with as MUCH frequency as youdo you do yo white patients, and they’ll be willing to do the same thang.”Ivana scanned the boy’s eyes. He was dead serious. Not a chuckle orsign of a punchline peaked from any inch of his hard black features.”Did Coach Black put you up to this?” Ivana asked, caution flavoring hertongue.”Nope…this ma brain c***d. I heard some of the guys talkin about itin the gym. They kinda sore you ain’t lettin them participate. They’rereal…eager, to help you out.””So what, you think that if I let you be a part of the study, thatyou’ll…what…earn some points with them?””Not so much that, but I’d be lyin if I didn’t say It’d earn me somejuice on the team. New guys gotta make his way in a new town somehow,right?””That can’t be all of it. WHY would you WANT to do this, really? Whywould you LET me fudge facts about black men’s penis sizes?””You mean aside from having the braggin rights as the first OFFICIALblack man on yo study?”Z.J. said that as if he knew she wasn’t planning on using any of thefew black males that had come into her office early on.”Why, to help a fine thang like you out? Sheeeit, what mo reason anigga need?””That’s…sweet” Ivana said, the distrust not even veiled in her tone.”But it doesn’t make a lick of sense. I’ll need a better than ‘cuz youfine Nurse Swallows!”She mocked Z.J. by imitating his deep voice and use of slang. Sheexpected this might discourage the dark skinned giant, incite him intooutrage like the group of other who she’d berated for touching her. Thememory of the burly negro’s hand smacking her ass, the shock of pain andthen lingering tingle making her pussy clench. However, surprisingly, theZ.J. did not flinch. He merely sat there and stared back at her with anunwavering grin on his face.”A’ight, I’ll break it to you on tha real then.” She waited for hisexplanation. Either this nigger isn’t as smart of I thought, or he’s gotsomething insanely clever up his sleeve, she thought.”I’m doin this to prove a point.””Prove a point?””Yes’m””And what point might that be, Mr.Stone?””I’ll tell ya…””PLEASE, enlighten me.””You see Nurse Swallows, it don’t MATTER whether you subtract a bit, afair sum or half of what us niggas got below our belts. We STILL packin mothan the white boys you be tryin to ego-stroke. You slice ALL the bruthasdown by half you come across, we STILL gone be packin mo meat fo yo pussythan ANY white boy you got holdin his dick out in yo lobby.”Ivana’s eyes furrowed at this. That wasn’t a declaration, or even theblack skinned ball player postulating…that was a challenge.”Are you SERIOUS?” belted Ivana.”As a heart-attack…” Z.J. replied, his demeanor was cool as winterice. “Ain’t no myth down here. We GOT what we GOT. Ain’t no amount ofpseudo-scientific, white-bread study bullshit gon change that.”Nothing, Ivana’s mouth tensing in challenge and disbelief. She wantedto call him out on it. Her body was screaming now. She couldn’t help it.”So, let me help you out, while helpin the bruthas, and -mostimportantly- myself. However much I’m packin, subtract half. Add it to yolittle study. I bet you ANYTHANG not a cracka among the bunch gon compare.We’ll be given you what you need, kinda, to take down Coach Summers a pegor two.” And that, in the end, was what swayed the busty nurse.”Hmmm…” Ivana made a bit of a show about pacing the room in the mockgesture of ‘thinking it over’.In the end, Ivana only marked her response by body movement, rather thanwords. She walked the span of the room, her built body bouncingenergetically inside her ill-fitting uniform, and swiftly scooped up hermeasuring tape and stethoscope in a single motion. She held up bothproudly and said to the dark skinned negro;”Let’s take a look at you then, shall we?”…- Subject; 18 yo/ Male.- Name: Stone, Zulu Jr. aka “Z.J.”- Height: 6’5″- Weight; 256lbs- Race; Black/African-AmericaMale organ measurements;- Flaccid; TBD – Erect; TBDSize placement; TBD…Ivana Swallows stood before Z.J. Stone. He sat, naked sans his whitesneakers, on her checkup table as she went about checking his vitals. Sheused the stethoscope to check his heart beat, the reflex hammer to checkhis reflexes (exceptional as she discovered), and went about a smallbattery of other tasks. Her two fingers on the young black’s shoulderswhile checking his ears, neck, chest and arm pits for anything out of theordinary. She noticed nothing (besides the fact the boy smelled likewilderness from his hours running about in the blazing sun).”I must say Mr.Stone, you’re about a fit a young man as I’ve ever seen.”Even Ivana had to confess that Z.J. was at the peak of human conditioning.She sorely wished her husband George would take as much care of his body asthis black man could.”I try to keep myself up to par. Tryin to go pro and all.” Of courseyou are, thought Ivana.A few more small tests, and the moment of truth came. Ivana alreadyknew the black man to be hung like a horse, but their arrangement wouldtake care of that. Her ability to size men up with a glance did not (forsome reason) work on Z.J. She couldn’t even get a basic reading off theboy, despite his being right in front of her, bare assed as the day he wasborn. She hoisted her measuring tape.”Now remember, whatever you’ve got, flaccid and erect, I get to subtractby half.” Ivana reminded the tall black.”Yep…” was all he had to say on the matter.Ivana’s heart was racing. It was the NOT knowing that was getting toher. Not being able to tell how massive this black baller’s cock was. Shesimply had to know, and found herself getting elated at the thought offinally finding out. She winded back the measuring tape, starting at thefat base of Z.J.’s cock and pulling the tape backwards toward the bulboushead. Inch by inch the tape spread. 1″, 2″, 3″…Z.J. had a choice view of Ivana’s cleavage from his seated position onthe table. Looking into the tan colored split that made up the twin orbsof her breasts caused him to swell slowly. Got damn! he thought, greatBIG ol white titties. It made his monster cock twitch just thinking aboutwedging his fat long stretch of meat between those big round white milkmounds. Ivana noticed the subtle jerk of Z.J.’s dick as she measured, 4″,5″, 6″…”Please, try ontain yourself Mr.Stone. No cheating.””Cheatin? You the one given me an edge with those thangs, Nurse. S.”Z.J. said, matter-of-factly.Ivana could not even argue him on that point. She had picked out thistight white outfit for the purpose of getting men hard. She’d done thisfor the benefit of her white male subjects, but after everything that hadbefallen her that day, she didn’t have much of a choice. She felt sexy init, and even moreso now, after seeing how her presence made theover-muscled black jerk to life like that. It would only be a matter ofminutes before Ivana Swallows learned, first-hand,other feats that hugelength dark meat was capable of.”10.6″, flaccid.” Ivana was finally able to deduced. “Which, per ouragreement, shall be marked down in my study as 5.3″Ivana said this to young man with a straight face, yet inside she wasraging. 5.3 still ranked him higher than the average white male in herstudy, which was 3 to 3.5″. 10 inches fell in line with abut the rest ofwhat she’d seen from these black b**sts. It truly vexed and confounded herthat these men came in such ridiculously behemoth sizes. Jesus, he’s 10inches…while soft, Ivana thought. Again she teased the idea of what itwould feel like to have something that large probing her insides. A cockthis big would likely split me in two, she thought. It just didn’t makesense, how in god’s name did something like this happen? Was theresomething in the water that was being put in the town. Some sort ofbiological experiment gone wrong? It couldn’t be. Worst of it all loomedthe fact that thing big bruiser (and his monster cock) hailed from placesoutside the county. How many more? Ivana tought. How many more niggersare walking around with cocks this big?”Want it hard now?” came Z.J.’s voice. The question startled Ivana,making her head jerk up from her kneeled spot. The sudden motion suddenlycaused her hand to slip, The measuring tape half-fumbled from her hand,winding it from 10.6 back to it compact state. The metal tab on the end ofthe tape sc****d along the side of Z.J.’s exposed cock.”YEEE-OUCH!” hollered the tall black man as a quick jolt of pain seized.Z.J. jumped up from the check-up table, seizing his cock in hand andshuffle a pace or two to the right.”Oh shit!” Ivana yelped. She tried catching the tape in mid-air,failed, and ened up batted it into the air. She went for this manueverseveral times, the act making her look like busty clown trying to juggle asingle item with one hand.She finally caught the tape on the third try, clutching it in bothhands.”Shit! What’chu tryin to do woman, slice ma shit?!””Well, if you hadn’t startled me!” Ivana shot back.”Jesus…” was all Z.J. had to say in reply.He had his back to Ivana, his dark head dropped down in analyzation ofhis harmed manhood. He looked like a tall black hurt dog, whimpering overa wound. The busty nurse sighed, feeling remorseful. She truly had beenstartled. She didn’t mean to hurt the boy.”Well…lemme’ take a look.” She said.”Hell naw, you just stay the hell back.” said Z.J. clearly not trustingthe woman.Ivana then approached him, impatient and with a sucking of her teeth. “Oh come on, it was an accident. Let me take a look at it and make sureits nothing serious.”After another moment, Z.J. – very slowly – turned to face the brunette.Ivana leaned down, tilting her head closer to Z.J.’s cock. So close to hisflesh, she could smell the aroma of labor and sweat on him. He’s reallybeen working out today, she thought. She’d almost forget the sent of aman’s sweat. She examined it with her eyes, and then – in a ratheruncharacteristic move for Ivana- took it into her hand. She hadn’t even thought about it, being sowrapped up in looking for cuts or bruises. She found none, and immediatelylet Z.J. know as such.”Oh, don’t be such a baby! There’s not even a scratch on it.” sheberated him.It was true, the tall atheletes long cock had been hardly grazed. Thesurprise and sudden friction with the tape had jolted him more thananything, and there wasn’t even a mark on the side of his cock where thetape edge had connected. In short; the tape had just grazed the skin.”Bitch, you almost sliced ma shit. Don’t try to pin the blame on me,cuz you jumpy around black dick.” He retorted.Ivana then looked down at her hands. Both of them hoisting Z.J.’s cockand tilting it at an angle. She had to ask herself; would a woman who isjumpy around black penises be holding one like this? And then, god…thisthing feels so heavy…She gripped it a bit harder,”Just…” she began “making sure its not bruised.””Oh~” was all the tower negro had to say in response. “Yeah doc, you dothat.”He was enjoying it. Ivana’s hand were warm and soft. Dainty and yetheld a firm grip along the base and near the top of his dick, where herhands were. Its so thick, Ivana thought. She couldn’t gauge the girth ofthe young man, but her touch hinted to her that he was massive. And that’swhen Ivana Swallows, Coxville Nurse, did something unexpected. She gavethe big negro a stroke. The smallest tweak of her hands along the shaft.The motion caused Z.J to groan, his cock to swell the slightest bit. Inher hand however, Ivana could already tell he’d grown an inch in length andwidth just with her touch alone. Gosh, he just got bigger, she thought. And curiosity set in. Ivana wasn’t caving in, she wasnt giving in toJenny’s ridiculous proposition of tackling men of the dark persuasion. Shewas just…curious. Curious to see how much bigger she could make thisking-sized cock grow. Her study had her in the habit of seeking knowledgeabout the male anatomy, of both men black and white. So Ivana, harder andmore languid this time, stroked his cock yet again.”Oh~ fuck…” cooed Z.J.”Doesn’t look like anything’s been damaged. You can stop yourbelly-aching now.” said Ivana. Her voice was low, her head bowed to Z.J.’ssculpted chest as her hands motioned up and down, up and down along Z.J.’slong hardening cock.Another inch, in length and girth. God, he’s growing again, shethought. I’d need about three pairs of hands to cover his cock entirely. Unbelievable.”Sheeit, if gettin a little banged up gets me this, I should get injuredmo often” muttered Z.J. His tall buff bod stood over Ivana’s. His muscleswere hardening at about the same rate of his cock as he stiffened to thespot. Ivana’s hands were magic, soft but firm, warm and inviting. Hislong cock felt like it was getting a professional massage. And then, IvanaSwallows did something else that was unexpected. She guided him back toher check-up table. She was gripping his cock in one hand and pulling himalong as though they were strolling hand-in-hand.”Let’s get a good look at you over here” she said. Her voice, a sultrycat-like purr, had Z.J.’s big black cock already rising.She settled him onto the top of the table, his butt settled on the edge,and went back to stroking him. She looked up at him as she worked to himgrinning at her as her hands went up and down the length of his ebony rod.”Now I see why all the white boys gathered out there to see you. Theybeen gettin this treatment the whole time?”Ivana just smirked, “What can I say? When I want results, I get them atany cost. Name of science and all that.”Z.J. chuckled. “Science is bomb as shit, long as you involved.” Hegrew yet another inch in her hand, and just then she noticed the small dotof clear liquid coming out of Z.J.’s urethra.”Oh, whats this?” Ivana cooed. She took a finger and dabbed it on thespot. “Pre-cum…looks like nothing’s wrong with the plumbing either.””Just a light leak” Z.J replied, playing along. “Sure that sexy mouthof yours will fix that right up.”Ivana hesitated for a moment. Did she really want to do this? Hadn’tthis gone far enough? How could she do this? George..how could she dothis to him? She was married for Christ’s sake!”But…” she began. “I’m married…” she said. “I…I can’t dothis…””Looks like you mo than capable to me. Shit, you already stroken me. No point goin back now, right? Besides, I ain’t even all the way hard yet.Don’t you need that fo yo study too?””Well, yeah but…””You already got me in yo hands Nurse. Might as well get you some funin while you can. I doubt you gon get a chance at a dick this big anddark.”She played with the idea. She’d seen the black men of this town. Theycame in varying sizes. Big, huge, massive, gargantuan, and so forth. Z.J.was most likely the biggest one to arrive in her office to date, and therewas something to that she knew she wanted to savor.”But I–“”Shit” Z.J. interrupted. “you feel almost as good as Coach Summers…”And that was what set Ivana off.”Almost? ALOMST?!”Z.J.’s eyes widened. “Well…”But before he could explain himself, Ivana was already tiltiing her headdown toward his hips. In a single move, she’d opened her mouth andsuccessfully managed to slide a hardy portion of Z.J.’s cock into hermouth. She sucked at the head, sucked it hard and with everything her mouthhad. She twirled her tongue along it, tasting the bits of pre-cum thatwere steadily seeping from the youth now. It tastes delicious, shethought.”OOOOH SHIT!” belted Z.J. unprepared for the woman to suddenly devourhim like that.Kneeling down before him, he could only see the top of her brown hairand the trail of her white uniform’s back as her head dipped low onto him.She ain’t playin, her thought.By the time Ivana finally came up, she smacked her lips on Z.J.’s cockhead, making a lot *POP* sound as she looked up to face him.”Now, tell me THAT was ALMOST as good as Jenny Summers.””Sheeeit…” Z.J. said. “I ain’t never had a woman suck at my dicklike that befo!” He was elated.She was riding the crest of adrenaline. God DAMN I’m horny! Shethought, or perhaps had finally realized. Her pussy was sopping wet now,the juices of her body seeping into her panties. Fuck it, she thought. She was giving in. Fuck George. If he’d been fucking her right, shewouldn’t be so pent up like this. She may not believe in Jenny’sridiculous myth, but a big cock like this wasn’t something that she couldlet pass her by.”Gimme some mo.” Z.J. said.”You want some more?” said Ivana, mocking the boy.”Hell yeah!” Said the dark-skinned negro. Ivana then, in a flash of herhands, gripped his huge balls, hard. Hard to the point her flinchedslightly from the force of it. It almost hurt.”Then, you’re gonna show me how big this motherfucker gets. You’regonna do WHAT I say, WHEN I say it, and you’re gonna like it. Do I makemyself absolutely clear?” Ivana demanded, her voice a low growl. Thewarning and call-to-arms of a lioness ready to take what was hers.All these idiots thought that Jenny Summers was such hot shit. Theydidn’t have a clue what Ivana Swallows was capable of. Didn’t know howhard she suck, fuck, and being crazy. But then, in this office, Ivana haddecided to show them. She’d show them all, in whatever way she could, howmany times she had to prove it. That Jenny WAS NOT better than her. Andthis black man, this patient, Z.J. Stone would be the very first to learnthat….Deon and Jerome rounded a hallway in the school. The round brownskinned janitor was fumbling with his keys as they approached the door.”Alright, let’s make this quick so we can burn some trees.” he said. Hefumbled with the ring of keys at his hip.”Fo sho nigga.” agreed his partner.The weed they had stashed on them was burning and hole in their pockets,and they couldn’t wait to smoke it. Just one more room needed cleaning andthey’d be free to enjoy it. When he finally found the right key, he jammedit into the look and turned it. With a snap the door unlocked, and Jeromebellowed;”LUCY~, I’m home!” in a poor interpretation of a Cuban accent, as hethen – quite unceremoniously – nudged the door open with a meaty elbow….Ivana squatted on her knees in front of her check up table. Her legswere spread exposing the inside of meaty tanned thighs and her knees bentdeep as she sucked and bobbed on Z.J. Stone’s long black cock. Her feetflat on the checkered tiles of her brand new office.*SLURP! GURK! PLOP!* Were the noises that escaped the busty nurses’throat as she fed herself that long black pipe. Z.J.’s naked form toweredover her, his hands gripping the sides of the table’s cushions for dearlife. Ivana Swallows was earning her surname and then some. She wasdevouring his dick with voracity that couldn’t even be compared by theother women he’d gone at since moving to Coxville. Damn, this bitch tryinto suck my SOUL out ma dick!*SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!*Sweet baby Jesus, she thought, her head lunging and pulling in fast wetpasses along the dark rod. This boy’s cock is huge! Ivana had known thedark-skinned monster to be large. He’d spent more than enough time nakedin her presence for her to glean that much. But she hadn’t counted on HOWtruly large the young negro felft in her mouth. He was the perfect blendof length and width, her mouth packed to the maximum just trying toaccommodate him. His length and girth make it difficult for her to takeall of him at once (she’d tried in her first pass and had near chokedherself to death on it) but had fallen into a tempo with her spirited blowjob all the same. A part of her still couldn’t believe that she was doingthis. Blowing a total stranger who had come into her office. She thoughtshe may have fallen into some sort of erotic dream. Maybe fallen asleep ather desk after a long day of looking at male phali all day and fallen intosome strange wet dream about black men.The spit slathering her lips and spreading along Z.J. long thick blackcock however, corrected her on this notion. She could feel the salivarunning down her lips and her jaw, trailing on the tops of her breasts. She could see the thick wet bubbles forming on the length black mass as herfull lips bobbed and bucked, slabbed and pull at her black patient. Shehad both her tone arms placed at the thick legs of ball-playing brud,holding him place at her table while she worked him over. She looked up atZ.J with her stark green eyes to see he was tilting his head back andlanguishing at the feel of her mouth on his flesh. His big lips puckeredinto an expression of O as her tongue lapped as his engorged cock head. God, I love it. she thought. She loved watching his stand there, histall, naked, super chisled frame towering over her as she serviced him. Itfilled her with a sense of power. She controlled this black man. Thistowering mass of muscle was being played by her like an instrument, and shewas loving it. I LOVE sucking monster nigger dongs!She brought her gaze back down to her handy work. The shiny spit wasgetting everywhere now. Lines of thick saliva hanging off the Stone boy’sshaft.”Got DAMN, NURSE!” growled Z.J. “You suckin the SHIT out ma dick.””MMmmHM!” was all that came from Ivana’s mouth, before erupting in aanother wave of *GLURK, SCHLOP, GLURK!* from her very much occupied throat.Z.J. wanted to bury his entire cock down the busty brunette’s throat.But he was caught in the rush, riding what felt like a prolonged orgasmfrom every pass the dark haired nurses’ full sexy mouth made on his bigblack cock.He’s loving it, Ivana thought. I’d like to see Jenny look so high andmighty now.Her pussy grew even more wet at the prospect of Z.J. cumming down herthroat. She remembered when the Samson boy came on her and hergirlfriends. The white spray of manly seed that came from that nigger wasthick and rich, to the women it tasted simply divine. She wanted to makethis midnight color monster do the same thing. She started sucking faster,her hoop earrings now beginning to swoop wildly as her head when in fordeeper passes on the big black wang.”UUUngh, FUCK!” hollered Z.J. behind clenched white teeth.He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Nurse Swallows was eatinghis big black dick for dinner, and she just quickened her speed. Shestarted going so fast that the top of her head became but a blur for a fewmoments.*MMH! MMMH! GURK! MMH! MMH! GACK!* came the sounds from the deepestpart of her throat. Ivana went so fast that accidentally took the blackyouth too far down her throat. She gobbled more than half of him, his longstretch of ebony meat jamming itself in the deeper parts of her. Shelurched and suddenly pulled away.”MUTHA-FUCKA!” cried out Z.J. feeling what must have been the woman’stonsils.Ivana’s elbow’s bucked up in an involuntary shrug and her cheeks puffedup in a gag. Oh shit, too much! she thought. She pushed back with herhands, freeing herself of her black rod, but trailing behind her full lipsthick trails of spit.”Oh! Oh my GOD!” choked Ivana. “You’re liable to kill a woman withthis thing boy.””And you mo likely gon end up eaten a nigga alive with suckin skillslike that” replied Z.J.Ivana, prosprated before the built black, took a moment to catch herbreath.”Never had that befo, huh?” chided Z.J. “Ain’t never had a dick bigenough to knock the wind out ya.””I must say…” wheezed Ivana, spacing each word with the sucking in ofair.”Cocks this big are new ground for me. My husband’s look like a baby’scompared to yours.””Oh don’t worry, I’m mo than happy to work you through it. Hubby betterget used to working with wider spaces, cuz I’m bout to wreck dat pussy.”Ivana looked up at him, her green eyes wide and wanton at the promise inhis voice making her sopping pussy scream for more.”But what I want first” began Z.J. raising a long index finger. “Iwant to see what them big ass titties can do.”Ivana looked down at her chest. The tops of her breasts were shiny withspit, the full span of them aching to be freed from their restrictivegarments.”You know what…” Ivana began, a sexy smile forming on her gorgeouswhite features. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”Ivana stood from her position on the floor. Z.J. stared in awe as thewoman rose to her full height, his cock growing solid with the promise ofher naked body. Ivana took both her hands and pulled at the lapels of hernurses’ outfit, slowly. Inch by inch her tanned boobs revealed themselvesto hung stud. The sight of her showing herself to Z.J. left him wit thesame expression on his face as she upon seeing his cock for the first time.Her breasts, when finally unleashed from the white garment, fellmagnificently into the open. They bounced slightly with a healthyall-natural perk and heft to them. Her dark areolas were almost wound intotight buds, and the cleft between them parted slightly as though invitingthe young black into them.”If this doesn’t get you fully erect, I don’t know what will.” shepurred.Z.J.’s cock was already reaching the realm of rock hard.”Now…lie back, and let me take a look at you…””Yes’m” chuckled Z.J. as he lay back on the check-up table, his handspulled back behind his head in wait of the busty nurse….As the door to the open swung open, Deon and Jerome were shocked to viewthe sight of…nothing… A dim, empty room stood beyond the openthreshold. The two looked into void of the abandoned space, dumbfounded attheir discovery.”Tha fuck?” bellowed Deon.”Dis Nurse Swallows office…” said Jerome, as though somehow notingthat fact would magically will the office back into existence.They looked at one another and then back into the room. Empty. Andthen it struck them. Or at least, it struck Deon.”Dis Nurse Swallow’s OLD office, nigga!””Oh yeah?” replied Jerome, uncertain if that information was obvious, orsome new revelation.”Bossman Long moved her to tha otha side ah campus a couple weeks back.””Tha fuck? He did” replied his partner. “I ain’t know.””Nigga, what chu mean you ain’t know. We MOVED her stuff inta there,remember.””Shit…” he genuinely didn’t remember.”Ah shit, dat weed memory.””Well shit, nigga! You didn’t remember neither. Walkin yo hefty assdown here, openin the door and shit. You fucked up too.””Whatever nigga, let’s go.”The two then closed the door, locked it, and began the trek to NurseSwallows NEW office, on the other side of the Coxville High campus….And Z.J. thought Ivanas mouth was heaven. His big black cock betweenher tits felt simply amazing. Every nerve in his body was being carressedby her vast round mounds. The brunette nurse stroke her twin globes up anddown, using the spit that güngören escort bayan had fallen on her chest during her blow job aslubricant.”Goodness, this thing is gigantic!” she confessed. “I need both arms tokeep it in-between.”And she did. It took some significant effort and strength from her armsto keep Z.J. massive monster cock between her big boobs. Clamping thembetween her mounds required her to pressed her hands – which she baled intohalf fists – together on the outer sides of the breasts, and then squeezingthem shut to keep that monster trapped between her bosom. The effectcaused Z.J. to go rock hard, and the motion of her tits motioning up anddown only made him that much more aroused.”Hot DAYUM!” bellowed Z.J. “I had no idea they did it this big out inthe deep south.””And I didn’t know how BIG you boys were doin it down here” Ivanareplied, awash in the moment.”Oh you did. You just ain’t wantin to give us a chance is all.”She wanted to silence the boy after that, show him what she could REALLYdo with a dick. He was right, she had been avoiding the blacks in town. In some way she knew this was done out a desperate (futile) attempt not tosuccumb to the dream she’d had not long ago. That intense wet dream whereshe watched herself please a locker room full of black. Their cocks all sohuge and hung that it collectively would have been enough to leave threebrothels worth of women screaming for mercy. Z.J.’s big black cock wassawing up and down between her immense rack, and in that moment Ivanadecided to add to the experience by going back to sucking the head of hisbulbous meat.”Ahhh shit yeah!” cheered Z.J. looking down at the dark haired woman asshe stroked and suckled him at the same time. “Get that shit baby!””MMMMMMMH!” cooed Ivana. His head was filling up most of her mouthalone. The feeling of being so filled made her mouth water. Clear salivadrooled from her bee-stung lips, flowing downward onto her collar, and downfurther until they reached her breasts. God, I’ve never done this before,she realized. She’d never been able to titty-fuck AND suck a cock at thesame time. Her husband George didn’t even come close to this guy. Z.J. was easily the biggest cock she’d ever seen. And, in the back of her mind,she screamed in anger and frustration. She was falling into Jenny’s trap.Somehow that slut had managed to break passed her carefully establisheddefenses of her project, and sent this chisled giant of a man to her. Hisjet black skin made her only want to suck and titty-fuck him harder, andshe did.That fucking bitch Jenny, she thinks she’s won. She thinks she’s beatenme, Ivana thought, not sure if she should feel guilty for her transgressionagainst her husband, or the fact that she theorized that Jenny hadsomething to do with this. I’ll show her. Her desire to show Jenny as herlesser drove Ivana onward, sucking and slobbering all over that broad blackb**st of a cock. Her hatred for Jenny turning her into a proper slut forbig black cock.”OOOO~we!” called Z.J. What’s with that mad face, Nurse. You thinkinabout Coach Summers again?”He said it as if he knew what she’d been pondering at that moment. Thedark haired nurses’ eyebrows furrowed, her features looking angry as shesucked Z.J. immense black manhood.”Dat’s it, ain’t it? You thinkin about Summers. Well, you be mad. Youmake that sexy mean face, while suck ma big black dick!”It was true, Ivana looked simply stunning when she scowled like that ona Big Black Cock. Her eyes popped and her lips seemed to clamp down harderof his dick.”OOOOH FUCK YEAH! You keep that up, yeah, JUST like that. And Ivanadid. She was gonna prove to this big black nigger who the real CoxvilleQueen was.*SLURP! SLURP! SCHLIP!* came the sound from her mouth. PLOP! PLAP!PLAP! echoed the noise from Ivana’s giant jugs as they slapped aginst thetops of Z.J.’s muscular thighs.”OOOOO~SHIT, NURSE SWALLOWS!” cried out the dark negro.That’s right, you call out MY name, you big black fucker, thought Ivana,her lips tightening even harder on his fat head. She could feel himswelling, his manhood threatening to erupt into her mouth. She continuedworking him over, ready to up the ante to make him cum…until he made herstop. In the last moments when she was CERTAIN his cock (Now more than12.4″) was about erupt, he jumped up and stopped her. He all but had topry her full lips off his dick head.”What’s wrong, why’d you stop me!?” demanded Ivana, not sure if she wasangry at his sudden interruption, or the fact he’d just denied her thetaste of his his cum.”You backin out all of sudden?” She said this as though it were intendedto egg him on. Trying to insult him and inspire him to get his head (so tospeak) back in the game.”Nah…” He said plainly, as he stood up from the table.”What do you mean Nah?!” she demanded. Ivana was getting livid.”I stopped you because I wanna hit that pussy now.” Ivana’s faceflushed. She hadn’t expected that answer. And before she could reply, Z.J.had her on her feet and was placing one of his large hands between herlegs. He was fishing around in there, pulling at her soaked panties andfingering her at the same time.”Damn Nurse Swallows. Yo pussy GOOD and juicey. Guess you got tha sameidea in mind.”And in one quick gesture, he yanked at Ivana’s undergarment. Thearticle ripped and came away in one swift show of strength. The abruptaction caused her to gasp.”OH MY!” she eeked, feeling the fabric rip away along her soft skin.”Yeah, you ready to get fucked.” His words hit her blunt in the gut. She DID want to fuck him. She wanted his big black monster cock. Histight body was enveloping her, his long arms round her body. Z.J. had onehand probing her pussy, while the other was wrapped around her waist andgrabbing at the curve of her ass inside the white uniform.”Oh go, oh yes!” she moaned as she enjoyed Z.J.’s long dexterousfingers. His digits alone were longer than her husbands cock. She grewwetter as she felt theblack man’s hand grab and massage at her ass cheek.It was a careful, considerate version of the treatment she’d been given inthe hallway.”Smack it” she growled.And by her command, Z.J.’s hand rose from her right ass cheek, and camedown with a loud WHAP! that echoed throughout the expanse of the office.”OH, FUCK!” cried Ivana. “YES!”NOW she truly ready to get fucked. Z.J. sensing the rise in herintent, pulled Ivana over to the check-up table. He lifted the hem of hertiny skirt, exposing her hot pink womanhood as it throbbed. A clean pinkslit that was already dripping juices.”Yeah, you hot and ready” said Z.J. before burying his face into thewoman’s full round ass.”OH, MY GOODNESS!” hollered Ivana, as Z.J. took a few moments to tastehis ornery nurse. He lapped at the folds of her pussy like wild dog,tasting a savoring her sweet wet flavor. I’m gonna cum, Ivana realized. And let out a shriek as her body shook in the thunderous quake of orgasm.Z.J. had made her cum with just his tongue, within seconds. This isincredible, she thought, her first orgasm from this tall, built darkie morepowerful than anything she’d ever had in…well…ever. Then she feltZ.J.’s tongue pull out of her. She felt the palms of her dark lover’s hugeblack hands as they parted her plump white ass cheeks.”Damn, fat ol white booty too.” Z.J. complimented. In his hands theyfelt like two giant cream colored hams. “Here we go…”The words almost caused Ivana to cum again. Then she felt the head ofZ.J.’s cock probe at the outskirts of her pussy. The fat head had growneven larger to her surprise. Her shock at how far just the head of thenegro’s cock stretched was only topped by Z.J.’s at how resistent NurseSwallows pussy was. It was beyond tight.”Man o MAN, you got a tight pussy Nurse Swallows.””No…UNGH!” Ivana corrected, her teeth clenching as the first inchinvaded her.”Your cock is just too HUGE. SWEET JESUS!”Another inch, and another, and another. Once Z.J. had gotten the headin, he was sliding slowly into the deepest parts of the brunette. It wasincredible. Her pussy would fight his cock for every inch (having much incommon with the nurse herself) and would pull and tug at the skin of hisbig black cock.”OOOH SHIT!” Hollerd Stone. for a moment he was sure if he’d ever getall the way inside her.”I swear to GAWD Stone! They grew you and that COCK of yours in a labsomewhere!”At this the black man laughed. “Ha-ha, just call me Super-Nigga,destroyer of white pussy EVERYWHERE.” And with that, Z pushed, bucked hiships one good time and sliding the bulk of himself into Ivana.”FFFUUUUCK!” They both cried in unison. Ivana’s pussy was creaming inits second orgasm, and Z.J. wasted no time punishing her tight white hole.He threw his cock into her, pounding the now 13″ inch member into her withno mercy. It was expanding as well as lengthing inside Ivan’s tightinsides. He could feel the walls of her womanhood clench and pulling athim.”Yeah! YEAH! YEAH!” he marked each thrust into the sexy nurse.Ivana was rooted to the spot. Her body bent over the desk, legs spreadwide, heels planted firmly on the checkered tiles, her hands gripping theedges of the table to brace for the impact of each thrust. Her white teethshown bright as she cursed and screamed, cooed and cursed some more at theonslaught of her black patient. Z was pounding her good and deep, grippingher shapely hips with his massive hands.”SHIT! AH! AH! FUCK! AH! FUCK! FUCK!” Z.J. was throwing himselfinto her, showing her thick shapely body little mercy.”OH! AH! UGN! SHIT!” Ivana cried out.”GIVE IT BACK TO ME, BABY. THROW THAT BIG ASS AT ME!” Z.J. commanded.And Ivana did. Using what grip she had, she threw her hips back intothe black youth. She bucked and bronco-ed on her black bull. I can’tbelieve I’m doing this, she thought. Moreso, she was amazed at how goodshe was at this. Z.J. was destroying her pussy. Giving her more cockthan she ever thought her body could handle. And yet, SOMEHOW, she wasstill able to go toe-to-toe with tall dark skinned negro.”You want this big ass?” She asked, a challenge hinted in her voice. “GET IT THEN!”*WHAM, WHAP, BLAM, BLAP!* came the sounds from their wet parts colliding. Shit, bitch fucks as hard as she argues! thought Z.J. He wasn’tparticularly surprised by this realization. The woman had proven herselfstubborn as a mule. She was giving back as much as she was taking, noquarter asked and none given.”OOOH SHIT, Nurse!”Ivana half-turned to face the jet-black man. The motion made her backand ab muscles flex, her obliques pops”What’s wrong, big boy? “This white pussy too good for you?” Ivanaflashed that caustic smile her. The defiant, condescending smile thatscreamed ‘fuck you, nigger!’.”Oh, hell naw.” said Z.J. “Know what, bitch, come here!”In one quick motion, Z.J. had scooped the brunette nurse up into hisarms, her back still turned to him.”OH MY!” She squeaked, unprepared to be hefted so suddenly.Z.J. held her in the air, gripping her by the underside of her thicktanned thighs. He dangled her above him and then, without ceremony ofhesitation, lowered her down onto the span of his big black cock.”OOOOOOOH~GAWD” hollered Ivana, the sudden pressure and punch of Z.J.’scock near knocking the wind out of her. Z.J. craddled her in his lengthyarms, bending his knees the slightest bit for balance.”Bout to sho you, bitch.”He lifted her high, retracting his cock from her insides and stoppingjust at the head. Ivana couldn’t help but notice how empty she felt afterhaving been filled up so thoroughly. Z.J.’s exposed cock already missedthe warm interior of Ivana’s pussy. The curvy nurses’ body weight wasnothing compared to his superior strength. He dangled her in the air, hisarm muscles popping in the effort of hoisting her in the air. And then, hedropped her back down. The abrupt sensation of being dropped whole inchesfrom the air gave Ivana the sensation akin to hitting a sudden drop on aroller coaster.She threw her arms backwards, wrapping them around Z.J.’s hulk-likeshoulders and interlocking her dainty hands to maintain balance. Thepounding Z.J. gave her in the standing reversed craddle position causedher to thrash a moan, the tempo of their fucking favoring Z.J. as thedominant one.”OH! FUCK!” cried Ivana, “FUCK.ME.JUST.LIKE.THAT.SWEET.BABY.JE.SUS!!”her words were broken into pieces with the rise and fall of her fitbombshell of a body onto her dark patient’s cock. A stacato string ofgrunts, groans and curses that only impelled the titanic negro to lift herhigher, drop her harder onto his big black dick”YES~” she cried, her hands gripping the young baller’s dark hair as shecame yet again. God, he’s so strong, she thought as her insides quivered.”Dat’s right, cum all on that black dick, baby!” encouraged Z.J.. Hewould only lower her to the ground when he was satisfied she’d come hardfrom his relentless pounding.When he set her down, she wobbled where she stood, her heels teeteringas her body came down from being held high into the air. Z.J. had to holdonto her to make sure she didn’t fall onto the cold tile flow.”Oh~oh my…” said Ivana, woozy and seeing stars from the ordeal. “I’ma bit dizzy.””We call that bein ‘dick drunk’ Nurse” smiled Z.J. proud and happy toknow he’d given the busty brunette a hell of a ride.He stood close to her, groping at her tits, licking the tight buds andsuckling on them like a famished babe as she regained her bearings. Shewas moaning slightly, and grew wet as the mixed sensations of her previousorgasm and Z..J’s pink lips pulling and lapping at her giant mounds meshed.”Dez titties tho…” muttered Z.J., mouthing a plump piece of Ivanaample breast in his mouth. What his mouth couldn’t suck, his large handsgrazed and groped, twisted and tweaked.When Ivana came back to grips with the present, she immediately droppedto her knees.”Oh my goodness!” she said, “that was incredible.”She then grabbed at Z.J.’s cock and took the long span of his sex backinto her mouth. She sucked at it slow, but choked it down deep, her throatbarring his long cock passage at about the half way point. I can’t get itall the way down, she complained in her head. She wanted to devour thatmonster cock entirely. She’d seen Jenny do a similar feat with the Samsonboy. And while Z.J. was bigger than Samson, she figured whatever skillsthe blond bimbo had at making black dicks disappear down her throat, shecould do with equal if not superior skill. Ivana gripped Z.J. thighs,wedging her fingers so deep into the muscles that it almost hurt. And,taking a deep breath, she lunged herself forward onto his immense darkcock. The strain caused both she and Z.J. to buck.”MUTHA FU-” sputter the ebony skinned god, as the dark haired goddessthrew all her upper body strength into choking him down. It was aggressiveand caused them both to grip tightly onto one another; Ivana onto Z.J. muscular legs, and Z.J onto the woman’s hair.It took a long, gag filled moment, but Ivana feel the back of her throatbeing filled with hot wet tubular mass. It had gone down her throat andfelt like it had settled somewhere near her chest. God lord, she thought.If I didn’t know any better, I’d say his cock just got even bigger! Alongwith that, Ivana felt something else. It was on her nose, the tip of herbutton nose had pressed against something in the attack. She chancedopening her eyes, and spied nothing but dark skin. The V shaped realm ofchisled abdominal muscles. Ivana’s nose had pressed against the front ofZ.J.’s hips, brushing itself into the patch of dark pubic hair. She couldsmell his sweat and manly musk full-on now. I did it, she thought. I tookhis whole cock in my mouth. And lo and behold, she had. She’d taken Z.J.Stone’s massive black wang all the way down her gullet, the back of herthroat nestling a full 13.7 inches of dark meat.”Oh shit! Ok, you bad Nurse Swallows” said Z.J. looking down andseeing what Ivana had accomplished.The fact she’d gone so hard of his cock, without hesitation, made him gorock solid again. Quickly he retracted from the buxom brunette. Longstreams of spit trailed behind his retreat. Saliva roped around his cockfrom Ivana’s savage throat fucking. Snot was running down her nose, andshe felt a little light headed, but she’d survived the encounter.”I…know…I…am” panted Ivana. She had succeeded, but was leftwinded by the ordeal.Z.J. then suddenly scooped her up from the floor and guided her over tothe check-up table. He laid her down on her back and went to the act oflicking out her sweet poon. His hands were going about playing with hermassive breasts as he licked her hot pink gash. With his other hand heheld up one of her toned legs. She cooed and moaned with approval atZ.J.’s oral skills, already feeling the tingle of yet another orgasmapproach. Jesus, do all black guys eat pussy this good? she wondered. She’d always heard that black me steered clear of such acts. This negrohowever seemed to be making a meal out of her slick white pussy.”Oh~ yes Z.J.” she groaned. His tongue was hitting all the buzz spotsof her pussy. Each nerve getting brushed with the pink appendage as itprobed at her in long wet volleys.This went on for some moments, and then Z.J. rose.”Ready fo mo?” he asked, his booming black voice making her insidesscream for more nigger cock.”Yes. Give me more of that big black rod.”Z.J. took his piece, and lowered it onto Ivana’s belly. Its so long Ican still tit-fuck and suck it from here, she thought. And the busty nursedid just that. Settled between the open space of her breasts, Z.J. hadflopped his manhood onto her. She gobbled at the wet head for a moment,her arms thrown back behind her head. The tower black then trailed hisking sized pussy-pleaser down the brunette’s front. Down from her breasts,passed her belly and brushing passed the upside down arrowhead shape of herdark pubic hair.”Gimme more, you big black bastard.” She ordered.And by her command, Z.J. went to work. He pressed his bulbousdick-head at the opening of her unguarded slit. The pink lips spreed everyslowly, and light groans escaped Ivana’s throat. Here he comes, shethought. This hot bitch’s hot pussy is the TRUTH, thought Z.J.. The heatfrom her womanhood was incredible. She was like a furnace inside. In afew cautious prods, Z.J. had settled the head into her pussy.”Mo you want…” said Z.J. just before thrusting himself back intoIvana’s hot box. “Mo you GET!”She wailed in ecstasy, the deep surge of intense pleasure making thebrunette nurse cum instantly. The towering negro didn’t give her a chanceto ride the wave however. He just got back to pounding her poor pussy withall he had. His incredible length only allowed for about half of hismonster cock to get inside her, but he was more than happy to power-fuckthe dark haired vixen with it. He used one large hand to grip her byankle, and settled the other down on the inner part of her thick oppositethigh. Bitch is LOVING it, he thought, observing the wild dark hairedwoman who had been helping him recover just minutes ago writhe and screamwith new found pleasure.”Yes! Yes! YES!” She moaned, her hands still raised up over her,thrusting her hips back at the negro youth with a fierce intensity he’dnever witnessed on a woman.Bitch is tryin to make me blow, he thought. The confrontational look inher green eyes said it all.He continued to pump and buck his hips into her. He was gonna make hercry out and call him daddy, even if he had to fuck her in this office allday and night.”Come on, nigger! Give me that big black dick!” She barked at him,unwilling to let Z.J. take full control.Fresh beads of sweat began to form on Z.J.’s brow, shoulders and abs. Drops of persperation trailed down his chest.Whap! Whop! SMACK! came the wet register of black flesh against whiteflesh. Ivana’s bodily secretions were coming from her stretched pussy moreregularly now.”OH! OH! YES! FUCK ME!” she hollered.She had a series of small orgasms, and was able to stave off the largerones. Z.J. gripped her by the tits and started pulling her deeper ontohis cock. This niggers bound to split me in two if he keeps this up, Ivanathought. Then, Ivana – tired of being the one on the bottom – suddenlyshifted. She pulled Z.J. back onto her, gripping his long toned arms andpulling him in close.”Whoa~” the tall black choked, not expecting such a burst of strength tocome from the busty nurse.His head fell close to her chest, and using the momentum turned overonto her side, taking Z.J. with her in the roll and turning it into a pin.”Now…” Ivana said, her voice low and almost serpine in register. “Iget to be on top.”Z.J. blinked. This dark haired bitch had more power in her than hethought. She’d totally caught him off guard with that move.”Damn bitch, you a MMA fighter on weekends or somethin.”His cock was still wedged half inside her. Ivana, without a word, beganto rock herself on his long cock.”Yes! Yes! YES!” she hollered as her hips found their rythym atop herdark-skinned stallion.Z.J. actually caught himself gritting his teeth. He was gripping thesides of the table – which had somehow managed to survive their intensebout of fucking thus far – and could do not but let the big-tittiedbrunette have her way with him. Her thighs were so strong. They clampedat his hips like a vice-grip. The firm muscles of her biceps and tricepspopped as she placed them atop Z.J. sculpted chest. Her thick thighmuscles tensed and flexed as she rocked herself into yet another intenseorgasm.”OOOOHHHH~” she cried.”DAAAYUM~” Z.J. wailed in return.Ivana had the table rocking in its welding now. Just jumped and popped,wiggled and thrusted astride the tall black man. It took the lion’s shareof Z.J.’s willpower not to lose his load while being riden by the olderwoman. Bitch tryin to kill me, he thought. Ivana then got to bouncingherself atop of him. Her thick and firm ass cheeks popping atop his longcock with an intense degree of control.”GODDAMN!” Z.J. called out.Ivana just smiled down at him. “Good pussy, ain’t it? You gonna cumbig boy? You gonna shoot that load?”Her tone held a mocking edge to, like a bully asking a smaller victim if’they were about to cry’ from being tormented. As she chided the tallballer, she was bouncing in his lap, hopping up and down on the near 14″ ofblack monster cock that she’d turned stone-hard over the course of theirfucking.Sex, like just about everything else in Ivana Swallows’ life, was afight. An argument or competition to be won. And more than anything else,Ivana liked to win. She’d be damned if this cocky young thug would hertaking orders and calling the shots. She’d taken control of the situation,and reversed his grip on her. She rode him hard, bucking her hips in shortbut powerful thrusts that gradually grew into longer languishing ones. Shedid this to acclimate to the young man’s immense length. His thirteen plusinches registered in her mind and body as a mile. The fear of wrecking herinsides did not sway her stride either, oh no. Quite the oppsite effect,the feeling of the deepest parts of her pussy being hit by Z.J.’s cock, herinsides being stirred around in her gut, only inspired her to move harder,fuck faster, taking his sex all the way down to his black testicles. Herfear of breaking her pussy melted in favor of grinding her hips deep ontothe youth’s own.The pressure from the interior of her tight pink gash made the blackpatient think Nurse Swallows intended to break his manhood off at the stem.Despite the fact she was holding control and giving the black man a propersouthern cowgirl ride, she was impressed with the black youth. Her husbandGeorge couldn’t take her at this speed for longer than a few seconds athome. He’d gasp and twitch into a pathetic seizure of orgasm at the sightof her big bouncing tits and firm abs rocking atop him. Z.J. however, hadmanaged to hold out for close to five minutes. She was giving him what shehad and not holding back about it, but he was still hard as a fucking rock.Z.J. despite wanting to blow his load into this sexy dark haired bitch,held strong. This bitch ain’t gonna wear me down, he thought. And in oneswift display of athleticism, he turned over the pair of them, yet again.The move caused Ivana’s stride to break altogether, and she squeaked withsurprise at being turned over so abruptly.”Bitch, you ain’t gon wear me down” declared Z.J.Still inside of her, he reverse the cowgirl position they’d been in backto missionary. He slid his body off the check-up table, leaving only hiscock inside Ivana. He gripped her hard, harder than before, andrelentlessly went at her unguarded pussy hard and fast”AH FUCK!” She cried out, her mouth opening wide with surprise at howhard he was now entering her. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK MOTHERFUCKER! Shecursed.”Yeah bitch! Get this dick! GET IT!””That all you got, you black bastard?”Again, Ivana’s trash talk inspired the negro to go harder on her. Thatintense cowgirl position was the proof he needed that she wasn’t holdingback. Therefore, he no longer had any reason to either. Z.J. grippedIvana, one hand placed on the flat of her taut stomach, while the othergripped her firmly by the back of her head.”Bitch, I’m bout to teach you.” He grunted, and then shoved himself, ALLof himself into her with a brutish grunt and show of blunt force.”UUUNNNNGH!” wailed Ivana with gritted teeth. “FUCK, that’s DEEP!””YEAH, IT’S S’POSED TO BE, BITCH! UNGH!” as Z.J. repeated the motionof pulling himself out, and then jamming himself into her, down to the hiltof his manhood.The blunt force and depth which the midnight colored negro used on Ivanacaused her eyes to furrow. It was pain and immense pleasure in a singlemove. She was angry and aroused at the same time. Z.J. saw this in herface, and used it as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking her.”Yeah bitch, you GET this nigga dick!”WHAM! WHAP! BLAP! was the echo of his long coco cock burrowing deepinto her.”OH! OH! YEAH! AH! AH!” called out Ivana, each thrust rewarding hispower with a loud scream. She didn’t care if the entire school heard thenoise, she was getting FUCKED by a REAL man. A big, black, jet-blackskinned nigger, who had a third arm for cock, and who fucked with POWER andauthority.Z.J. slammed her again and again, loving the mean faces she was givinghim as he used his big black cock to hit the back of her sweet pussy.”YOU.LIKE.THAT.BITCH?!” He grunted, using each deep venture into herpink casm as pace-setter for each word.”Oh.OH! FUCK! YEAH! FUCK! ME! YOU! SHIT! SKINNED! NIGGER!”Her crass insults only made him buck into her more. She was grippingthe edges of the check-up bed, Her knuckles turning white while the sparkleof her wedding ring reflecting every so often from the lights overhead. Ivana had NEVER been fucked this hard, this deep before. It had knockedsomething loose in her. Some latent a****listic trait that she never knewshe had. She bore her teeth at the titanic black man as he gripped her abstighter. Z.J. could actually feel the bulge his cock made in the deepestback of her stomach. It made his nuts roil and scream for freedom.”GIVE.ME.THAT.COCK.AH.AH.AH! Z.J.!!””DATS.RIGHT.BETTA.SAY.MA.FUCKIN.NAME.SEXY.WHITE.BITCH!!!”Z.J.’s muscles all stood at full definition and attention. He wasgetting just as much of a workout as she was. Ivana lost track of herorgasms, lost in hte blind rage of getting pounding by a black patient. Jenny isn’t better than me, she reminded herself. I could out-fuck heragainst black cock ANY day of the week.”That all you got nigger?” Ivana chided again when Z.J.’s stride slowed.This again inspired the black athlete to give her every inch of what hehad.”You just don’t learn, do ya bitch?” he growled. “Alright, I’m bout tosho yo ass.”Z.J. decided to get creative with his next maneuver though. He tookhis long left leg and propped it onto the counter that was near them on theleft side of the room. He lifted himself above Ivana, angling himself highon top of her, his thick black monster cock dangling over her in threat ofdiving in on her pink pussy. Oh shit, Ivana thought, knowing already whatwas to come next.”Gon teach yo white ass.” he said, outstretching his other leg far tothe right and bringing him to his full height above the brunette nurse. “Reppin ATL bitch. Bout to dive DEEP on yo ass!”And then, Z.J. Stone let his tall chiseled body drop into NurseSwallows, the full brunt of his weight behind the blow.”FFFFFUUUUUUUUCK~!”…When Z.J. dove into her, she howled so loud that it actually echoedoutside of the room and down the empty hallway. He was balancing himselfon the office counter, using every inch of his height to advantage, andevery inch of his long black cock to break in the ornery nurse.”JEEESUS!” cried Ivana, her angry face melting into an overwhelmedexpression she could no long hold at bay.The combination of Z.J.’s height, strength and huge black cock coming inat just the right angle from above had finally caused a crack in herprideful armor. Until this point she’d managed to keep a straight face andeven dish out a bit of trash talk at the dark-skinned youth. Despite thefact his cock had been the single hugest member she’d ever seen or taken.She was shocked he hadn’t torn her in two. Now however, she was all butcertain he was going to pound her to pieces. He dipped and dropped hisfull weight on her, letting his hips slam into her with the full force a260 plus pound athlete could muster. She screamed and hollered, writhed atthe spot with gutteral moans as his cock repeatedly dove into her belly. Her walls were being pulled by Z.J. long and thick nigger dick.”YEAH! YEAH BITCH! GET IT! TAKE IT!””AH! AH! OH! FUCK! Z.J.! SO! DEEP! SO! DEEP! AH!””TOLD! YO! WHITE! ASS!”Z.J. was killing her pussy, which had turned into a soppy wet mess. Anunderside view of the action showed how her bodily fluid had long begun toflow. Clear liquids slathered the check-up bed, top and sides, spreadingfurther and further along the surface and sides of the apperatus with eachpowerful descent Z.J. made into the brunette beauty. Ivana’s pussy wasgetting DESTROYED. Z.J.’s white sneaker squeaked atop the counter and onthe floor as her barreled into her. Pinned to spot, Ivana could do not butlie there and receive her punishment from the tower negro. This nigger’stryin to kill me, she thought, her body shaking with its most recentorgasm. When Z.J. leaned forward, his hands planted firmly on the surfaceof the check up bed, he could feel Ivana trembling beneath him.”Nigga dick ain’t no myth, is it bitch?””Oh! OH! AH! FUCK!” was all she could mutter.Z.J.’s muscular body would stay towered over her like this for someminutes longer before he finally wavered, his body finally ready to spillits bounty. He dropped from his propped up position, and slammed Ivanaseveral more times with deep thrusts.”This is it. This is it. I’m bout to cum baby.” he said.”Oh yeah, yeah! Give it to me. Give me that thick white cum.” Ivanawas beyond dick-drunk by now, and she simply refused to wait anymore forZ.J.’s thick hot load.One thrust. WHAP! Two thrusts. WHAM! A third. BLAP! A fourth. BLAP! And then the young negro pulled his long black snake out of Ivana,tugged it free and let the feeling of enfold him.”AAAAARRRGH SHIIIIIT!” He roared, his balls emptying all at once in amighty spray.”YES~!” wailed Ivana, who opened her mouth and caught the first of whatwould be a slew of wet surges.Z.J.’s seed sprayed all over, spraying down the check-up in a thicktransparent white. His roar continued as he erupted, the veins of his hugecock throbbing with each knee-buckling jolt of pleasure. He held it firm,as though he were a fire-fighter spraying down some raging inferno beforehim. His cock had found itself falling between Ivana’s tits in the initialsurge. She’d braced herself as best she could by planting her right handat the black man’s chest, and placing the over and behind her head. Theblack youth’s pulsing cock head had found itself nestled just at he openingof her mouth. So much thick creamy cum, Ivana thought. It slide down herthroat hot and clear, her taste buds jumping in delight at the rich saltyflavor of it. As her black buck’s rampage of lust subsided, she held herposition on her back gulping and suckling at the clear bounty.”Oh damn…oh got dayum…” cooed Z.J. his deep voice trailing into abit of whimper at the sight of Nurse Swallows humungous tits, glazed overwith his seed. “Best…check-up…EVER…” he panted.Ivana had her mouth full, and said nothing, but was thinking the samething. Her eyes glazed over with a wavering lust. She’d just had the fuckof her life, and she was basking in the afterglow. They shared a moment ofsilence, the only noise in the room being the steady heavy breathing ofZ.J. as he collected himself from fucking the wild brunette housewife. Topthat Jenny Summers, thought Ivana.Their shared moment of quiet was only broken about a minute later, butthe sound of a low, lilting whistle.”Well, well, WELL!” came a deep voice from behind the recovering pair.”Now DAT shit right der…DAT was magical!”At first Ivana thought that the voice might have been Z.J. But sherealized within a moment that the voice wasn’t his. It was too off, toolow even for his bassen vocal pitch. Z.J. half turned from the spot wherehe stood. When his body cleared away from hers, his cock slinking off softbut still immensly long, Ivana could see where the voice had come from. There, standing just in the threshold of the door, were two men. One wasincredibly tall, taller than Z.J. by half an inch, and dark skinned. Theother, a much shorter but powerfully built man, stood further in theoffice.They were both bald and wore matching grins that hinted of mischiefand the ill-hidden truth of having witnessed their epic bout of fucking.”Damn…” spoke the tall black man. “If I’Da known DAT was what I wasgon be gettin in tha nurses office, I’da made damn sho to be hurt er’dayinthis mu’phucka.”The pair laughed. Deon and Jerome chuckled to themselves as theyentered the nurses’ office. Both Z.J and Ivana could just stare at the duoas they entered and closed the door behind them.”Don’t know bout you Jerome, but I think I suddenly don come down witsumthin…””You too nigga? Damn, ain’t that a coincidence. I be feelin a littlegreen around da gills ma damn self just bout now.”…The whole scene had turned surreal for Ivana. One minute she wasattending to her daily routine, taking on patients in what was (supposed)to be her master plan against her arch rival. The next, she was gettingthe hardest, deepest pounding of her life on her table, against her vows ofmarriage, and with a BLACK man no less! What was even more unbelievable,were the lingering shakes and shocks of pleasure that buzzed throughout herepic body in periodic currents. And now, basted with sweat and the richtransparent bounty of her black bull (she could still taste Z.J. at theback of her throat), she lie on her back before two more horny black men!She knew them to be hard as iron and ready to have a go at her from theimmense bulges pushing from the crotches of their jump suits. Silently,the gears of her uncanny ability spun; 10.4″ and 14.7″ semi-erect, shecalculated. Her heart rate quickened once again at the notion of tacklingthis pair of behemoths. She estimated that of the two, the taller darkerNegro of the pair possessed the longest cock (longer than Z.J. she daredto fathom). The shorter more rotund black of the duo, though possessingthe shortest length of the three before, stood on top with the thickestcock. Ivana’s parts ached. Such a fat member would likely break thecranky brunette. And yet, the thrill of the attempt had her getting moistagain.”What chu’ thank, Nurse Swallows?” asked the taller black man of the duoin coy but contradictorily aggressive tone. “You thank you can check meout down below? Make sho tha pipes flown right?””Yeah, yeah” co-signed the shorter janitor. “Grab em and ask me tacough, Nurse.”The two men chuckled.”W-what the hell? How’d you get in here?” demanded Ivana, lifing herworn bountiful body up from the table and looking on at them with a mixsurprise and indignation. “I locked the door!””We had a key” Deon replied.”We knocked an err’thang befo comin in” added Jerome.”Ain’t no reason ta be embarrassed” said Deon, nodding slightly andnoting Ivana’s sudden discomfort in being surrounded by a bunch of bigblack men, her breasts hanging freely from her garments. Feeling caught’off-guard’ didn’t even begin to cover it. “We see shit like dis all~ thatime, nurse.””Yeah” co-signed Jerome. “Me and Deon hear done seen mo’ pussy than oneah dem Jina-cologists. We ain’t gon flinch at no nekk**bitches…especially when dey got big ol’ titties like yo’s.”The round janitor marked this comment with a jovial nudge at hispartner’s shoulder. Ivana resisted the urge to roll her eyes at theNegro’s obvious mispronunciation of the word `gynecologist’.”Not that we don’t appreciate tha offer fellas” said Z.J., “but I thinkNurse Swallows here done just had her last patient of tha day. She justgot done givin me a THOROUGH consultation. Turns out I’m mo’fit than amu’fucka.”Ivana could detect a hint of pride in the tall Negro as he stood nakednext to her. A boasting inflection intended to let the two new males know”sorry, I got her first. Better luck next time.””I do believe I’m capable of speaking for myself, Mr. Stone.” repliedIvana, letting the tall boy know who was in charge here. “I’m afraid”Ivana began, her tone poised and confident as though her naked chest andneck WEREN’T glazed in black man semen, “you’ve caught me at an inopportunemoment. I’ll definitely need the office cleaned though, so feel free tocome back at a later time.”The two janitors glanced at one another, each of them cocky an eye atthe busty nurses’ statement.”Dis bitch fo real?” said Jerome. “She just tell us ta come backlater?””Sho as shit did D.””Shiiiit” came Deon. “Fuck tha office, look like YOU need a wipe down,Nurse.”At this, Ivana appraised herself. Indeed, the woman was left a mess. Z.J. had really hosed her down. he feebly began wiping at the clearremains, succeeding in only slathering it around and rubbing it into thefabric of her ill-fitting garments.”Tell ya what Nurse” came Jerome. “How bout we make a deal?”Jesus, when did all the black men in this town become professionalnegotiators? thought Ivy.”You let us get our piece, give us a reeeeal good look over. We’ll goahead and take care of tha whole office fo ya.””Yeah”, we’ll cleans it up reeeal good fo ya too.”Ivana chuckled, “Are you serious? That’s your big deal? That’s yourJOB! Why in the HELL would I bargain with you two buffoons into doing yourjobs?””Because…” said Jerome. “We gotta report back ta Principle Long afterwe done doin our rounds…””True dat, tell her nigga” agreed Deon.The hung negro let the threat loom in the air, half spoken but fullyimplied.”He’d be hella pissed if he came to find out you in usin’ yo new officeas a spot to get yo fuck on.””Usin’ it to fuck on with STUDENTS, no less” added Jerome.”You know how he bout resources; If niggas misusin it, it shouldn’t bethere to use period.””You check us out, let us be a part ah yo little…project or whatevayou got goin up in here., and we’ll make damn sho we foget ta tell thebossman we found you in here gettin it balls deep from the young’n allbucket ass nekk** and covered in nut.”The threat was clear and blunt in their voices. Ivana’s breath caughtin her throat for a moment. As far as she knew, the two janitors had herwith this one. Their intrusion had left her at a serious disadvantage. Z.J. coming into her office (and then onto her) was completely unexpected.These two barging in to catch her in the act was equally unexpected. Ifthey went to Principle Long about this, it would be the end of her. Getting fired would be the least of her worries. Her project would beforcefully canceled, her research sc****d and her livelihood uprooted (ifnot altogether destroyed). And yet, Ivana’s defiance insisted she keep upa face of iron before the two black men.”I seriously doubt that” she replied. “Principle Long would much soonerbelieve my word over a pair of burnout buffoons like you.”They both arched a brow, insulted but remaining silent. In the face oftheir threat to tell Long about her misdeeds (though one could only guessas to how the old man would really respond), the buxom brown haired nursekept a stern face. She looked to Z.J. whose tall naked form stood merefeet away from her.”Mr. Stone, you wouldn’t have any idea what these two would be talkingabout if they went to the Principle with such ridiculous accusations, wouldyou?”There was heavy bit of suggestion in Ivana’s voice, that was onlyhardened by her adding;”You wouldn’t want future…admission…into my office for care berejected for spreading lies about its nurse…would you?”The implication was there in every way but verbal. Z.J. looked atIvana, got a sight of her green eyes as they nudged and pulled for hiscompliance. If he ever wanted to get into her tight white pussy again,he’d do well to keep his fucking mouth SHUT.”Look, fellas…” began Z.J. raising his sinewy hands in a gesture ofpeace, “I ain’t knowin nothin bout no fuckin in no nurses’ office” he lied.”Nurse Swallows here just gave me a load a water and a spot ta cool offafter I passed out on tha field, checked me out to make sho I was good andsent me on ma way.”The two janitor’s glared at Z.J. for this.”Sorry fellas. Streets gotta eat, na’mean? I ain’t gettin caught up inlies and snitch’in and shit.”Both Ivana and Z.J. looked on at the men, who remained silent for along moment. They were expecting them to rage or throw a fit at theirhaving been mentally bested. Their word against Ivana’s, with the policy”I got mine, so fuck ya’ll” coming from the titan Z.J. left them in a bitof a bind. But then the two janitors did something expected. It was asimple retort, uttered low and so nonchalantly that it could only have beenplanned. They both shrugged their shoulders at the spent pair, an aire of’oh well, we tried’ carried in their gesture.”Meh” came the tall negro.”Oh well then” came the round one.The two slowly, ever so slowly, turned on their heels, and then theysaid it;”Pussy can’t be better than Coach Jenny’s anyways…”Its uncertain who actually made the remark as the two turned for thedoor. It didn’t really matter. It had been said, and was uttered loudenough to sting at the busty nurses’ eardrum.”What…was that…” said Ivana, her voice the low growl of a lionessaffronted.The two black men said nothing, just shrugged their shoulders again asthey continued their small trek to the office door. Jerome had the dooropened slightly by the time Ivana spoke up again.”My pussy can’t be better than WHO…” her voice had gone from a growlto a ferocious roar now. Ivana was pissed. She abruptly jumped up fromthe desk, her huge breasts bouncing up and down with the motion of jumpingup from the spot.Z.J. was still standing next to Ivana, rooted to the spot in the suddenshock of seeing the shorter curvy woman. He towered over the woman inheight, but at that moment, her presence felt like that of a giantess. Anangry (size) queen who had just been slighted in her own court. No way wasshe going to be scoffed at, not by THESE two idiots, and certainly not overwho had the better pussy between herself and Jenny Summers.The mere notion that her womanhood, her ability to fuck, had beenautomatically labeled as ‘less-than’ compared to Jenny made Ivana’s bloodboil. The busty brunette nurse just gotten done taking one Coville’s highbiggest, black and most hung brothers ‘balls deep’ as the two had alreadyconfessed. She’d made the jet-black Negro roar and howl with pleasureusing her juicy full lips, thick muscly thighs and round bubble butt. She’d just PROVEN (whether she intended to or not) that she could fuck justas good, just as hard and fast as that blonde bimbo could. Hell,considering how young and fit Z.J. was (the boy fucked like a god) Ivanawas about ready to prompt the argument that she could suck and fuck blackcock BETTER than Jenny Summers even. She’d be damned if she was gonnastand by and let these two oafs label her as ‘less’, not after the poundingshe’d just GIVEN as much as taken from her ebony patient.The sly insinuation had caused her to abruptly snap. To blow up like abrunette stack of curvaceous explosives.”Hey, I’m talking to you!”The two black janitors froze in place, their backs to the unclothednurse.”Get your black ASSES back over here, NOW! Anay that again, to myFACE!”Another moment of pause, and Jerome and Deon about-faced on theirheelstowards the irate nurse. And if a particularly triumphant (and ratherdevious) smirk crept across their hard faces as they turned to face theeager and angry Coxville woman, neither she nor Z.J. noticed….”How much longer will we have to wait?” asked the portly white fellowstanding before Ms.Murdock’s desk.The man was average height, with a soft-to-average build. Hiscomplexion milky, his nose long and pointed and with a thinning head ofbrown hair. He stood, hands in the pockets of his gray slacks, and with ananxious slouch about his posture. His tone was pitched in a manner that italmost resembled whining as he consulted his watch for what must have beenthe sixth time in ten minutes.”Nurse Swallows will see all her patients in due time, sir.” saidMurdock, favoring the computer screen she stared down at rather thanlooking up to the face of the portly patient-in-waiting.”You said that over an hour ago!” The man complained, his rounded gutshifting slightly in his buttoned up shirt in a gesture of exasperation. “I mean, how long could it possibly take her to–“Murdock didn’t allow the middle-aged man to finish his complaint.”Mr. Sachs!” she belted, her voice suddenly booming with a power andauthority unexpected of her advanced years. “Might I remind you that YOUvolunteered for Nurse SWALLOWS’ study. It was made very clear to you uponentering this office that there would be a waiting time, with your beingseen based strictly on a ‘first come, first served’ basis. If this is notfeasible for you, then by all means, feel free to leave. We have PLENTY ofother candidates to take your place.”Murdock allowed her words to marinate in the man’s mind. His blue eyeshad gone wide with the old woman’s verbal assault. She could tell he was abit embarrassed by the way his head dropped, like a small boy being scoldedby an elder. Other heads turned in the room, all of them male and asCaucasian as the fellow standing before the wizened school secretary. Silently all the men shared Sach’s irritation. They’d been waiting formore than an hour (some even longer) for their chance as getting time withthe epically sexy Nurse Swallows. If stories had been shared among thegathered male patients of how they’d come to be at Coxville High, all would- at some point – note their main point of interest as spawning from thepicture of the gorgeous brunette nurse. How the woman’s gorgeous facialfeatures, lush dark hair, stern and piercing green eyes, and STUNNING bodyhad them all clamoring to the high school in droves, many without evenreading the latter portion of the consensus’ summons.Waldo Sachs was one such man. He’d taken one look at those big roundbreasts, compacted in what was supposed to be a modest looking blouse andblazer. Caught one glimpse of those delicious hourglass hips, firm arms,delectable tanned skinned and flawless facial features , and he wasscrambling to sign up for her ‘study on the male phallus’. He’d rushed outthe door with many other men that morning. Men both married, single andotherwise spoken for and had driven with near blinding haste to get upclose and personal with the incredibly sexy nurse. Many fantasies passedthrough their heads, all of them harboring the faint hope that ‘theirpenis’ would be ‘the one’. That it would be ‘their cock’ that proves to bethat ‘one in a million’ wang, that ‘great white cock’ that the bombshellmedical researcher was looking for, and that she’d ‘reward’ them accordingto the script that had been penned in the mind of each man upon theirarrival at the school. The wait however, was trying the patience of thehopeful patients. The wait making their eager cocks ache from what couldonly be described as ‘long distance blue-balls’.”Now, if you have other engagements to attend to,” Ms.Murdock continued.”We can certainly understand if you’d like to reschedule for another day.”Sachs had nowhere in particular to be that day, as it was his day off.”Well…I…””I’m certain Nurse Swallows will be able to see you at another time” Sherepeated.It was like the old woman was trying to agitate him into leaving,shooing him away as though he were an irksome c***d.”Well. How much longer do you think she’ll be?” asked Sachs.”With a workload the size Nurse Swallows has…” replied Murdock, takingher head away from the computer for the first time to glance at Sachs frombehind her thick glasses, “she’ll likely be awhile Mr.Sachs…”…Ivana Swallows was crouched, bent at the knees, before Zulu Jr. andCoxville high janitors Deon and Jerome. Her legs were outstretched at thespot she occupied on the checkerboard tiles as she slurped and gobbledgreedily at the three assembled men. If one were watching the sight frombehind the dark haired nurse, they would see the half-naked woman’s headbobbing forwards and backwards in ferocious motions, an onslaught of wet*SCHULP, SCHLOPE, GURK* sounds errupting from each wild pass of her brownhair. While she suckled and slurped the man standing at her middle, thetwo others to her right and left enjoyed the tug-job she was giving them.Her toned tanned arms raised to the two other hung brother’s dicks, andmaking the muscles of her biceps and shoulders pop, flex and flare as shejerked the fat pieces of erect dark meat. Jerome, the round bald janitor,stood center of the small group, with his partner Deon at his left and thetall young’n Z.J. at his right. The two taller men’s heads were tiltedback, coasting on the warm hands of their brunette nurse as she pulled ontheir long dark cocks. Light groans escaped the men as she worked themover, with the lions share of louder groans escaping from the lips ofJerome, since he was enjoying Ivana’s amazing mouth.This thing won’t even fit half way down my throat, complained Ivana inher mind. The short pudgy janitor had (easily) the thickest cock of thebatch. She compared to that of a soda-pop can, and estimated it to be wellover a pound it weight. Jerome’s fat brown cock was held heavy in her openmaw, wet spit dribbling off the head and dripping onto the tiles andbetween her impressive chest.”Oh~ SHIT, dis bitch can suck a DICK!” complimented Jerome, his armsakimbo and looking down at Ivana as she bobbed back and forth on him.Her lack of ability to suck him down all the way only made her motionfaster on what she could swallow.”Mmm,hmmm,mmm~” garbled Ivana, each break in her making the sound markedby a choke or hiccup from her throat.Her mouth was a wet gentle flame that caused no pain, only warmth. Hertongue lapping at his urethra and the head of his cock threatened to makehim blow his wad every few moments, the tingle of a orgasm creeping up inshort waves, only to recede by the burly negro’s self-control.”Shit, I ain’t no how you managed to last this long, young’n” saidJerome. “Dis bitch’s brain game is tha TRUTH.””Don’t count me short, old timer.” replied Z.J., his head tilted backand causing his hiked shoulder muscles to pop, “I done had me a few rompsin the hay with some BAD bitches in ma day.”Almost as if answering the suggested challenge to her sexiness, Ivana’shead went from Jerome’s cock to Z.J.’s. She instantly had the tall blackin her mouth, and was slurping him up with equal vigor to that of hiselder.”Oh~ SHIT~” eeked Z.J. Ivana’s tongue performing magic tricks on hiscock. He flinched, shocks up pleasure jolting and equally rooting him tospot where he stood.The two janitors chuckled at how Z.J.’s knees slightly quaked andthreatened to buckle for a moment under Ivana’s sudden oral assault. Shewas taking him deep into her mouth, and her tongue was performing all sortsof evil tricks on his gobbled head. Ivana gazed up at her jet blackstallion as she worked, her emerald eyes fixed up to his brown ones indefiance, her furrowed eyes telling Z.J. wordlessly; the only ‘bad bitch’you’re gonna praise is ME!*Mmph! Mmrhph,Schluuurp! Gurk!* Ivana bobbed and bucked at Z.J.’scrotch. The suction sound from her full lips on Z.J.’s long black cocksounded like small wet explosions, rapid successions of sucking andspitting, with the occasional gag escaping her mouth from the pulse of thatblack monster cock wedged down her gullet. the. From the side, Ivana’shead was but a blur, motioning to and fro about Z.J.’s outstretchedmanhood.”Spoke too soon, lil’ nigga” said Jerome.Z.J.’s getting easier to swallow, thought Swallows. It made her pussydrip knowing that she could take down the hung youth with greater ease, herskills (naturally) growing with each passing moment. In Ivana’s mind, sheassumed she’d pick up this skill in half the time it took Jenny. When shewas satisfied she’d bathed Z.J.’s black cock with enough thick spit, shepulled away – a long trail of spittle following her lips and tongue – andturned her head left towards the tall janitor, Deon. She gave his longnigger cock the same treatment, though she silently struggled to adjust. The angular janitor was some length longer than Z.J. (if that were to bebelieved). Jesus, this one’s grown to 15.3″! Ivana couldn’t help but dothe calculations in her head as she sucked. Even if she cut the size ofthese black bulls in half, they’d still number bigger and longer than herBEST white patients. Even the short janitor Deon’s cock (11.4″ erect andSTILL growing) her cauasian men would still come up vastly short comparedto how thick his cock was. Ivana knew such a fight was a losing one fromher end. But at that moment, Deon’s fat head hitting the pocket of hercheek, she simply couldn’t bring herself to care.”Oh~ shit, black cock, quarter pocket.” the tall man joked as he watchedthe brunette nurse brush his big black dick back and forth into the side ofher mouth.”Sexy white bitch, brushin her TEETH wit that nigga dick.”This when on for some minutes. Ivana taking her time with her threeblack bulls, making a proper mess of the trio on black monster cocks withher spit. Taking occassional breaks from the routine of basting them inher saliva to gobble hardily at their giant testicles. Her free hands wereever-occupied with stroking those wet nigger dicks and kneading the ballsthat hung heavy and low beneath them. When the three were pent up to thepoint of bursting, they brought the brunette nurse to her feet and guidedher over to her check-up table.”Time ta go ta work!” proclaimed the short janitor, as he lifted thedark haired nurse into the air as though she weight the sum of a sackfilled with feathers.”Oh my!” she squeaked, unaccustomed to being hoisted so easily. They’reso strong, she thought, as he settled her onto her back and let the pantsof his suit drop to the ground.Her huge bare breasts bounced as she was plopped onto the surface of thedesk, and she instantly fell to her back, ready and eager for what camenext.”Better not catch you slacking off, big boy.” said Ivana, as the talljanitor took his position to her left and Z.J. positioned himself at theopposite side of the table and let his long black cock sit just atop herforehead.Jerome wasted no time. He aligned his immense member between NurseSwallows’ thick legs.”Fine white bitch built like a brick shit house” he said, as he pressedhis chubby cockhead into the lips of soppy wet vagina.She cooed and moan, and half groaned in pain as the enormous stretch offat meat invaded her. Oh my GOD, he’s splitting me so wide! she thoughtand then proclaimed out loud.”Dat’s what its s’pose to do baby.” said Jerome as he fed more inchesinto her eager snatch.Inch by hefty inch the rotund janitor enter Ivana Swallows. His twocompanions stood at her sides, and stood hard and high at her mouth andepic breasts. Two inches, four, six. Ivana hollered out loud, stoppingonly to lick and suck at Deon’s long black cock or to lick at the undersideof Z.J.’s”Give it to me!” Ivana commanded. “Give me that big fat nigger cock!””You heard the lady” said Deon at Ivana’s left. “She want tha wholethang b*o.”At this, Jerome nodded. “Then I betta give tha lady what she wants.”And with one hard thrust.”Oooooh~FUCK!!” screamed Ivana. The remaining fat span of Jeromepenetrated her, spread her wide and pushed in deep.By the third strong pump, Ivana was cumming and sucking at the sametime. INCREDIBLE, she thought. She was feeling Jerome punch into herinsides, hitting her in places she didn’t even know could be hit and beingstretched well beyond what she’d ever felt in her life. For the next fewminutes, Jerome slam-fucked the busty brunette.*WHAP! PLAP! BLAP!* the sound of his body hitting hers, unintelligiblegroans and grunting from both sender and recipient being exchanged.”Got DAYUM!” moaned Jerome, “Bitch’s pussy so HOT!” The wet lather ofIvana’s sex made his path into her an rather easy one. She was tight, buther pussy had been trained by Z.J. to take such deep punishment.”AH! AH! OH AH~!” cried Ivana, her sounds garbled by theinterchangeable stuffing of her mouth with Deon’s long cock or Z.J.’s hugeballs. Ivana’s eyes watered, snot ran down in small trails from herflaring nostrils. She was being fucked and force-fed big black cock frommultiple angles, and she was LOVING it!Oh my gawd, I can’t stop cumming she thought, as another surge orpleasure overtook her like a tidal wave. Jerome held the nurse by a meatythigh, and let her other dangle over the edge of the table. From hisvantage he could Ivana’s leg, thigh and ab muscles rythmically flex fromhis onslaught. Her giant breasts jumped and jiggled majestically from theimpact and pull of their fucking.”Bitch can take a poundin” Jerome said with a thick grunt, holdingnothing back as he buried himself deep, BALLS deep, into the brunettenurse.He could feel her stomach tighten as he hit the further wall of herdelectable womanhood. The thrust caused her eyes to pop, and her angrygaze shot to him in a flash.”Think you breakin down them walls, dawg” said Z.J.”Ain’t dat what a REAL man s’pose to do?” replied Jerome. “These whiteboys ain’t knowin bout dat shit. Dey too busy tryin to ‘make love’ anshit.”A mocking tone was carried in the phrase ‘make love’ as Jerome poundedinto the nurse’s unprotected pussy. He carried on like this until thetaller janitor called for his turn.”Have at her, dawg.” complied Jerome, as Deon motioned from round hisside of the table.Ivana was too busy using her full lips and silky tongue to pull and lapat Z.J.’s big black balls to complain (not that she would anyway).When facing Ivana’s open legs, the tall janitor turned her over from herback and onto her belly, her mouth coming away from Z.J’s swollen testicleswith a loud *POP!”.Upon appraising Ivana’s round bubble butt, Deon’s hooped;”HOOOOO~WE! All dis ASS tho!” He placed both his big hands on theindividual white orbs of Ivana’s bottom.He used his long fingers to squeeze the meat of her butt, and jiggledwhat he could hold with his palms.”I know how you black boys love a big ass.” Ivana said confidently,suddenly not feeling nearly as disappointed with her rear end as she’d beenin days, months, hell YEARS passed. She wobbled her plump ass a bit, atiny dance daring the tall black man to do his worst with that long monstercock.”White women round here be havin asses like tha sistas an shit” notedZ.J.. “Ain’t seen nothin like it.””Dats Coxville fo ya” said Jerome as he took his position to the side ofIvana.The shiny white butt cheeks belonging to Ivana were then parted to makeroom for Jerome’s long ebony wand. She groaned a long cat-like groan as heslid what felt like a yard of meat into her begging snatch.”Oooooo~GAWD, you niggers and your big ass DICKS!” she exclaimed,offsetting the feeling of having her insides probed and parted with outwardaggression.”We be bringin that long and STRONG baby.” said Deon, as his cockventured passed the half way point.He couldn’t quite go balls deep into her, as Ivana’s pussy bottomed outbefore he could enter her.”Almost had tha whole thang in” said Deon, a hint of disappointed in hisvoice.”Almost!?” groaned Ivy. “Feels like I’ve got a BABY’S arm inside me. The fuck?!”The three men laughed, and Deon went to work. The tall negro startedslow, letting his immensely long penis slide in and out of Ivana’s wetpussy. White fluids began to coat his dark rod.”Bitch creamin’ ALL on it” he said.Ivana didn’t doubt this, for she’d been cumming in random explosionsfrom the time he’d entered her with long black python. As he fucked her,the fat janitor Deon fed her his fat cock from the opposite side of thetable. Z.J. stood off the the side, stroking his own member in wait forhis turn.They’re filling me up, thought Ivana, her mouth and pussy full to thebrim with black cock. She’d recalled the tale of Jenny Summers and thesetwo. Apparently (if the story were to be believed) these two had a propergo at Jenny in her own office some time before.I wouldn’t have looked twice at those two before the Coach, sheremembered Jenny saying the night of the book club meeting, but when thosetwo dropped trou and let those fungous black cocks flop out, I justcouldn’t resist. I felt those two for about a week after they fucked me.Ivy didn’t doubt it much now; these two weren’t playing around when itcame to banging hot white pussy. Deon’s pace and force increased, hispounding making Ivana buck forward and thus take more of Jerome into thedepths of her throat. These two fuck like a****ls, she thought. Notwanting to be thwarted by the pair, she put her own force back into theirfucking. She matched Deon’s thrusts with her own, and sucked hard atwhatever Jerome fed her lucious mouth.”Damn, bitch fightin fo it” moaned Deon.”Shit, I know. Regular fire-cracker dis bitch is.” agreed Jerome.They went back and forth, Ivana the middle player in a game of catch. Deon fucked Ivy into Jerome, Jerome thrusted back into Ivy’s throat, andIvy – using the gathered momentum, threw her ass back into Deon. Andrepeat.*BLAP! GURK! BLAM! GURK! BLAP!* came the sounds of flesh againstflesh and throats being tested. Ivana’s screamed were muffled by theamount of heavy meat shoved into her throat, and her sounds came out as butwet throaty chokes and hiccups. It went like this for some minutes, and bythe time the interracial game of catch had hit its apex, Ivana was worriedthey’d break her brand new table.”Shit!” cried Deon, “bitch ain’t no JOKE!”Ivana was going all out. She wanted, more than anything, to hear themcry the words; “this white pussy better than Coach Summers”. She’d hoped(expected) them to belt it out if she gave as well as she took. It wasstarting to anger her that they were giving her every compliment, madeevery audible ode to her sexual prowess, BUT the one she wanted most.”I want back in it, dawg.” called Jerome some moments later.”Coo” said Deon, withdrawing his long member from Ivana’s by now wellbeaten pussy.”Fuck!” cursed Ivana, her mouth now free of Jerome’s chubby black cock.”If you boys cleaned as well as you fucked, this place would be SPOTLESS.””We get it in when we can, Nurse.” said Jerome, who was climbing ontothe table with Ivana.”While you gettin at dat pussy, I’m finna get in this ass.” Deon saidthis as he aimed his 14″ plus inch black cock at the tiny puckered buttholeof the brunette nurse.”You keep that thing AWAY from my asshole.” warned Ivana, aligningherself atop Jerome is what would be a strong cowgirl position.Z.J. approached from his corner, long black dick in hand at thebeckoned hand of Ivana. Despite her warning, Deon gently poked at theunguarded anus. He already knew how to change the grumpy buxom nurses’mind.”Whas’a matta? You afraid I’m finna break yo little white butthole?” Hepoked at it again, like a boy poking at something with a long black stick.”I’ve never done anal before.” Ivana confessed. Deon (once again) knewexactly how to retort.”Shiiit~, Ms. Jenny hadn’t neither…befo we got to her. She took datdick like a champ tho, regardless. If you can’t handle it though…dat’scool”.Deon had managed to pull his cock head away maybe half an inch before hesaw Ivana shove her ass back at him.”GET IT IN!” she demanded, while at the same time lining up her hot pinkpussy lips with Jerome’s fat monster cock.As she slipped Jerome into herself, Deon – with an almost agonizingslowness- slid himself into the dark haired woman’s star-shaped secondhole.”Ooooh~. god, oh god, oh god, oh GAWD!” she moaned and muttered overand over again as Deon’s bulbous cock head pressed and pushed at her anus.It was like she was reciting the phrase as a prayer, both her hands claspedtogether atop Jerome’s bald cranium. Being entered by not one, but TWOcocks (two big BLACK cocks) was a struggle, an obstacle and joy wrappedinto one for the curvy nurse. The pressure and pain being buffered byshocks of pleasure as they inserted their huge man-parts into her.”Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GAWWWD~!” she cooed by the time Deon’s cockwas at the half way point. It bent slightly, Ivana’s ass cheeks clenchingand her glutes blocking him further access.”Ooooh SHIT!” cried Deon, “relax dat azz baby. Let it in, stopfightin.”NOT fighting was the most difficult task for Ivana. She had to let hermuscles slacken in order to fit that black master cock into her tightbutthole.”Shit, I coulda told ya she was a tight ass, nigga!” joked Jerome frombelow, his face half-smothered with round white breasts.Ivana removed a hand from his bald head and slapped him (gently) acrossthe face with her fingers. “You hush!” she commanded, though her meanfacial expression hinted more at playful orders than outiright anger. “Less talking, more pumping.”It took what felt like a life-age before Deon finally felt the lion’sshare of his cock wedge itself inside Ivana. The progress was noted by adeep groan from Ivana.”SWEET JESUS!” she writhed. “It’s in my ASS!””You bet’cha nurse” agreed Deon. He was slow at withdrawing his blackstaff from the woman, not wanting to lose all the progress he’d made.A few long strokes later, and he could feel Ivana’s inner ass clench upon his manhood.”FUCK ME!” she cried, cumming from the long stretch probing deep intoher. “Oh my LORD! Its so damn DEEP in my ASS!”When she settled, Deon and Jerome went about pounding thethirty-something year old nurse. During the onslaught, she writhed andmoaned, groaned and gritted. She summoned the up-to-now sidelined Z.J. over with a stern glance. When he was close enough, she took his erectblack cock back into her greedy mouth. *PLAP! BLAP! BLAP!* echoeddouble-time throughout the office. Deon and Jerome were fucking Ivana goodand deep from two sides! Deon eventually climbed atop the table, joiningthe position fully and throwing himself down into the sexy brunette slutfrom above. Oh my gawd, they’re gonna ruin my holes! Ivana thoughtfearfully, her groans and writhing becoming lower, more bassen anda****listic.Her mouth was too occupied with her third big nigger cock to say assuch, but she was loving the thorough pounding she was getting. She verymuch doubted Jenny could top this, and from the pace they’d fallen into, itseemed the two brothas a above and below her were hanging onto their loadsby but a thread. She could feel Jerome’s fat cock pulse and throb insideher pussy from below, begging to let loose its creamy white bounty. Fromabove, she could feel a similar sensation form Deon’s too-long dong as hedived on her defenseless asshole.”UNGH! AH! UNNGH!” she cried, getting it from both ends. Z.J. meanwhile enjoyed the magic of Ivana’s wet mouth as it drooled onto hiscock and balls from the diagonal edge of the desk.At a certain point in their bout, the two janitors began goingparticularly hard on Ivana, their cocks hitting the back of her respectiveholes. Her eyes went wide and occasionally rolled into the back of herhead, and the fear of being overwhelmed took her. They were fucking theshit out of her, and if she wasn’t careful she’d break (literally andfiguratively) under the pressure.”UNG! UNG! Yeah! Yeah!” hooted Deon.”Get her dawg! Get her!” hooped Jerome, encouraging his boy to go atthe hot brunette harder, faster, deeper.Their encouragement towards one another resulted in a tag-team poundingthat had Ivana’s eyes rolling into the back of head as she sucked Z.J. off. Sweet JESUS, I’m getting dizzy, she thought. They keep this up andI’ll be split in half! She had no choice but to fight/fuck back. Shelifted her ass, her plumped round cheeks coming up high – almost to thehead – on Jerome’s big black cock. She then, unceremoniously slammed down,HARD onto his cock, taking the round janitor down to the hilt.”MUTHA-FUCKA!!” he cried, getting all the pussy the dark haired bitchhad to offer.In a follow up motion, Ivana then lifted her ass high, hard and abrupt,upwards onto Deon’s long black cock. Her ass came in so tight, her hipsholding nothing back, that when she bumped into him the tall negro wasalmost bronco-ed from the table!”OH SHIT!” Deon yelped.”Ungh! UNG! UNG!” Ivana grunted, repeating this double motion againand again. Her descent was marked by hard slaps as her thighs and asscollided with the two custodians.Z.J. looked down to see Ivana was going harder than every on the pair,and his cock was still getting sucked inside out. She’s a fuckin b**st, hethought, his POV showing her face looking up at him like a hungry she-wolf.The pattern went just like that for some time. Deon slamming Ivana’s assfrom above, Jerome’s fat cock pounding her from below. And BOTH men weremet with equal force from the brunette, who slam-twerked her ass up anddown with no remorse. If they knocked the wind out of her with their hugenigger cocks, she’d hit them back in kind with her round white bubble butt.I can’t believe I’m taking three black monster cocks at once, she thought.Top THAT bitch! She came again and again and again. Her climax brought onjust as much by the thought of trumping Jenny Summers as much being givingthe fuck of her life by three huge black cocks. When the fucking hit itsfever pitch, all three black men felt the surge hit them at once.”Aw SHIT!” cooed Deon.”I’m…” said Jerome.”Bout ta blow!” groaned Z.J.And Ivana, in a stunning display of swiftness betraying that of herthick curvy body, jumped from her spot on the table in a blur, pulling theportly janitor with her off the table and aiming his cock at her face asshe dismounted onto the black and white checkered tiles. All three menwere upon her in a single step, and in one huge explosion shot their whitewads onto her gorgeous white face. Ivana’s mouth was wide open, but thethick white cum went everywhere. Deon’s bounty hit her cheek, zigged halfinto her mouth and then onto her cheek. Jerome’s creamy cum wentdead-center into her mouth and filled her mouth entirely in white seed. Z.J. – whether by choice or accident – missed Ivana’s mouth entirely,instead spraying her exposed breasts down in pearly white juices.”FUUUUUUCK~!!! They all grunted. Three black bulls brought to theirfall by Nurse Swallows’ mouth, tight ass and pussy. She reveled in thewhite shower, going back to instict when Samson West had come on her andgulping down every drop that fell to her mouth.”OH GAWD YES!” she wailed, proud and triumphant. She’d made not one,not two, but THREE niggers bust the load of a lifetime onto her. Hervictory against Jenny was sealed (in her mind at least).”Holy shit!” cried the men, their knees buckling under the ‘come-down’of their orgasms.Ivana licked and lapped, gulped and swallows the huge white load. Itwas all over her. Had completely covered her breasts and neck in creamyivory fluids.”Fuck me…you boys made a hell of a mess” she panted, swallowinganother gulp of cum.”Sorry bout dat…” said Z.J.”I ain’t” said Deon.”Me neither” co-signed Jerome.The four particpants fell at the spot, exhausted. Deon and Jeromecollapsed onto the check-up table, Ivana laying back against the floorcabinet, and Z.J. falling to his bum at the spot he stood. They allinstantly fell into the weariness of what had been a powerful bout offucking. And Ivana Swallows, awash with black seed, could not have beenmore content in the victory of her transgression….It would be another forty minutes or so before Ivana would make the callto Ms.Murdock. The message was terse but heartfelt;”I’m very sorry for the inconvenience gentlemen, but Nurse Swallows willnot be seeing any more candidates today. She expresses her DEEPESTapologies and will be more than happy to reschedule you for a future date.”A hail of groans, curses, complaints.”Are you serious?!””What the FUCK?!””AWWWW, come ON!””I took off WORK to be here today!”Words like this and the like shot across the room in rapid succession. Astaccato baying of male grievances voiced all at once. Murdock would onlyshake her head in a loosely adorned mask of sympathy for the forlornCaucasian gents.”Real sorry bout this, fellas. Nurse Swallows just found herself atotally swamped with work today.”Two by two, the white men filed out and down the halls of Coxville High,curses and sullen grunts making up the fanfare of their departure.”*grumble, grumble* Total waste’a time…”” *grumble* Bitch *grumble*”When the men had all gone, Ms.Murdock got back on the tele-com toSwallows’ office.”They’re all gone, dearie. You’re definitely not their favorite personright now””They’ll get over it” replied Ivana over the intercom. “Thank youkindly, Ms. Murdock.””Think nothin of it” replied Murdock.Ivana sounded winded over the phone, her words spread out half a secondlong than perhaps they should have, as though she’d just gotten donerunning some excess number of miles and was just getting her wind back.”You alright, dear? Sounds like you just got done sprintin’ a marathon.A moment of silence, likely Ivana trying to collect herself and NOTsound so exhausted.”Uh…n-no, no I’m fine hon. I guess all the work has just finallycaught up to me is all.”At this, Murdock chuckled, “Been burning the candle at both ends,dearie. Those bulls’ll wear ya out faster than anything, if you let em!”This gave Ivana a moment of pause. Surely by “bulls”, the old womanmeant the influx of eager patients…surely…”Ha-ha, you’re right about that one Miss–hey!”Ivana’s voice suddenly cut out, a fumbling over the phone.”Watch those hands, buster!” came over the other end into Murdock’sears. In the distance, the old woman could hear a faint chuckling. A deephardy sort that could only have come from a man.”Uh, a-at any rate. I’ve got some straightenin up in here to do, thenI’ll be on my way home. You go on and take the rest of the day off, Ms. Murdock. Call it an early one, and we’ll pick it up later.””I see…” was all the old woman had to say, responding to the brunettewoman’s bid, but really listening in for more noise in the background. “THAT tired, huh?”The old woman was always the one who had to tell Ivana to stop working.Never before had the buxom nurse suggested calling it an early day, NEVER.Ivana let out a big exhalation of breath. “More than should beconsidered legal, hon. I’m gonna finish up here and head on home. Youshould do the same. We women have worked long and hard enough for one day,I think.”In the distance, Murdock could hear more low chuckles, along with somemuffled cuts of words.”Hard workin black man–” and then muffled noise.”Damn strai-“”Woe dat white bubble right Ou-“”Okay~!” chimed in Ivana, her voice loud in attempt to drown out thebass-line voices in the background.”Alrighty dear, you’re the boss” said Murdock.And with another short grunt, the phone abruptly cut off with an abruptclank noise.Murdock sighed at from her desk while slowly packing her things away forthe day. “To be young and nubile…” she said, a distant fondness and hintof nostalgia in her tone. That was all the old woman had to say on thematter….Zulu Jr. was in the boy’s locker room. He’d just finished showeringhimself of the day’s labors and was sitting in one of the locker aislebenches. He felt, for lack of a better phrase, fucking FANTASTIC. IvanaSwallows had sucked and fucked every drop of semen inside him and had lefthim feeling like he’d just gotten in the workout of a lifetime. His cockysmirk seemed permanently slapped onto his face. Thinking back on all thepositions, the sensation sounds and lingering effects of having at thatsexy brown-haired bitch would be the apex of his attending Coxville High.ZJ could hardly believe that all that had been labeled as an “order”. Andthen – as if on cue – in came another voice from down the aisle.”So, how’d it go?” came the deep voice another man from down the aisle.The abrupt influx of noise jolted Z.J. out of his reminiscence of thedark haired nurse, and made him turn to the source of the voice.”Went better than expected.” replied Z.J. “If I’a known she been thatstrong a fuck tho, I probably wouldn’t have bothered doin all them laps foya in the first place.””Nah” rejected the deep voice. “Had to look real. Swallows ain’t noidiot. She deals with niggas fakin ill on a daily basis. You had to go intheir genuinely exhausted.”At this, Z.J. shrugged his naked shoulders. He had to admit the olderwoman was a stiff. Even in the throes of exhaustion he’d just barely beenallowed access to her office.”You give her the message?” asked the voice.”Yep” smiled ZJ confindently. “Had to go round-and-round with her a biton the particulars. She a tough ass cookie.””Who you tellin?””She down though” Z.J. continued. “Long as she can subtract half awhat she gettin on paper fo her little study, she coo wit havin brothas inthere. “”Good work…” said the voice.”Ain’t nothin” replied Z.J. “Could’a sent me warnin about them otherniggas joinin in though. Would’a saved me some trouble trying to keep mystamina up.”At this the visitor in the locker room shrugged.”Wasn’t part the plan. Those two just happened to stumble in at theright time is all. Didn’t seem like it hurt thing none though.””Nah, it was coo. I gotta say, ya’ll got some proper white freaks up inthis town. Bitch was LOVIN all that black dick. So much it actually endedup workin out betta than we could’a hoped.”The other man nodded.”You’ll notice that the white women in this town arerather…enthusiastic…about their black men. They may not act like it inpublic, but when you get em behind closed doors…well, you got first handknowledge ah how that goes…””Shiiiet, no doubt about that. Feels like my nuts are made ahconcrete.”The two chuckled. The man had to hand it to the k**, he’d done good. He could ignore the slight pang of jealousy at having at the infamouslycranky and even more famously sexy Ivana Swallows. But this task hadserved his/their purposes just fine. The man ultimately decided the youngones would be given the task of opening the flood gates, while the REAL menwould swarm in as the proper flood.”So…dis makes me a part of tha team now, right? I get Samson’s spotwhen the season starts up?””We’ll gradually work you into his position during practice. By thetime we get into the season, you’ll have been rotated in, trust me.”At this, Z.J. lifted a hand to his chiseled chest, making the sign of aboy-scout.”Hey, I got you at yo word Coach. I trust ya. Word is bond.”Z.J. smiled, and in return, Coach Black smiled back….It took Ivana almost an hour to clean up her office (not to mentionherself) of the mess she and the three studs had made. She’d shooed thetrio off in a hurry when she spotted Jerome pulling out what looked like ahand-rolled marijuana cigarette from his jumpsuit pocket.”Nu-uh! You’re not smoking that in my office. You’re not stinkin up myspace with that nasty weed smell. Git, git, GIT!”Her bouts with the black men had left her exhausted, but not so much asto be unable to force the men out of her work space. The three men filedout, pressed on like pack-mules by the toned arms of the busty nurse.”Damn baby, just gon hit an quit a brutha, huh?” said one of the blackmen, his words cut off at the halfway point with the office door as itclosed shut behind them. After wiping down her table, cabinets and floorof any and all traces of bodily fluids, Ivana collected her documents andplaced them neatly on her desk. She did the math in her head and finishedadding the three men to her study. Judging by the estimations, evencutting their dick sizes down by half still made them superior to her bestwhite male patient.”Shit…” Ivana said, a confession of quiet defeat on her tongue.She knew she’d been going about this all wrong. She needed to make thewager with Z.J. so that she could still stay afloat in her challenge. Shewas in too deep (WAY too deep) to back out now. And while the deal she’dstruck with the black skinned man gave her a workable angle, the maintarget of her labors still had to be taken down. Indeed, Ivana still hadto take down Jenny Summers. And it was only after the epic pounding she’dtaken (quite well actually) from the departed black men when she realizedhow she had to do it. Ivana wasn’t certain when the revelation hit her. Most likely it was just a circumstantial bolt of inspiration while beingsplit in two by the trio of black monster cocks, an epiphany birthed in theheat of the moment. Ivana showered in the women’s locker room, her wetbody glistening over her spent frame, her muscles defined and shining ashard as if she had gone to the gym with Sammy Spitzmen. Occasionally she’dfeel the lingering tremor of pleasure from her previous bout with the blackmen. A twitch in one of her thick thighs, a tingle in the further walls ofher deeply penetrated pussy. Her womanhood still throbbed from theonslaught, her cheeks and mouth feeling hard-used. All the muscles in herbody were being bathed in hot water and were just now telling the report ofhow hard she’d gone at those black bucks. Her abs screamed and her armsand legs felt as solid as wet noodle. Those niggers pulverized me, shethought while washing her hair of black seed. While scrubbing her amplebreasts with creamy white soap she remembered the image of seeing giantblack members being wedged between them. The white of the soap resemblinga faded version of the pearly white cum that jutted from the three bigblack cocks like the spray from a fireman’s water-hose. The thought andmemory caused her nipples to harden and her pussy to dampen once again. She had to confess, the thrill of recalling how those brutes manhandledher, her struggle keep her composure while having her holes invaded andslammed into like pistons, made her horny for more. She knew she couldtake it (despite her occasional doubts during particularly deep thrustsfrom one or more of the trio), had proven herself. She’d proven to herselfthat she was a more than a worthy recipient of Big Black Cock. She’d doneso by taking on not one, not two, but THREE giant nigger cocks at once. That meant something to Ivana, validated her in some twisted way, despitehaving gone outside her marriage with other men.And it was then, in the women’s shower, that Ivana Swallows concoctedher third plan. It was blunter and far less sneaky than any of herprevious ones, but she indeed knew it would do the trick, it simply had to.The previous events of the day had proven one thing and one thing alone toIvana Swallows; she could take a Big Black Cock, several even, just as hardand deep as Jenny could. Her ample body was no less capable of having atthose big over-muscled black studs than that big-tittied blonde’s…and shecould -no- she would prove it.To be concluded…

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