Not Another Teen Story

Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should be read first to better enjoy this one.

"I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan as she swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away again, maybe you and your father can come over tonight?"

"Maybe," said Jamal putting his massive cock away after his teacher had kissed it one last time. "How's old Raymond taking the new you anyway?" Raymond had watched his wife turn into a slut before his eyes as the two black men broke her in on his marital bed.

"He's hanging on. I think he feels really emasculated after seeing yours and Malcom's giant pricks.

"Are you surprised?" Jamal didn't wait for an answer. "I gotta get going. If dad or I ain't busy, we might stop by and give you what you need."

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"No fucking way. I don't fucking believe it," said Dan. "She attacked your cock like she was in love with it or something." Dan had watched Mrs. Duncan give Jamal a blow job from the door window of her class room.

"Told you," growled Jamal. "Once they get the taste of a really big cock, I can turn any woman into a slut."

Dan the school's quarterback blushed. Until seeing Jamal in the showers, he had been damn proud of his dick, but the black man seemed twice as big as Dan in every way, dick length, girth, even the black man's biceps and chest measurements put Dan to shame and Dan was a husky guy. If Jamal had been more skilled with a football, he could have been quarterback. Even with a minor position on the team, every member, Dan included, saw Jamal as their leader. Dan was sure that penis envy had something to do with it.

Still, Dan was jealous of the hung black man. Jamal had fucked half the cheerleading squad, and he had now witnessed Mrs. Duncan, a teacher he idolized and had a crush on, turn into a slut when Jamal walked into her room and pulled his pants down. Dan pulled out the twenty he owed Jamal for losing this bet. "You may have nailed Mrs. Duncan, but there's plenty of women you can't fuck."

"Wanna bet?" said Jamal with a cocky grin.

"You're on, double or nothing, but I get to pick the girl."

"Go on."

"I pick the girl and you have until the prom to get in her pants, that's just over a month. There has got to be penis-pussy penetration or you lose.

"Who'd you have in mind?"

"Her," said Dan pointing.

Samanatha Reynolds had just rounded the corner. As Jamal turned to look, she tripped over her own feet, she didn't fall, but the huge pile of books in her hands went all over the floor. She kicked one against the lockers as she tried to pick it up.

"I'm pretty sure she's a virgin, Dan."

"Can't do it huh, big man?"

"I can do it little man. It'll just take some work. What say we up the stakes? If I win, I get to fuck Trisha."

"I can't bet my girlfriend."

"Don't have much confidence in her, do you?"

"Sure I do, besides there's no way your going to fuck Sam within a month. What's in it when I win?"

"I'll give you a thousand dollars, but when I win you got to leave me alone with Trisha for a couple nights." Trisha had been dating Dan several years. Jamal had fucked her two best friends and he knew she was curious about him. He had been planning to fuck her before the year was out anyway.

Dan was still in shock from the thousand dollar offer. He was restoring a hot rod and the money would sure help. "Deal," he said shaking Jamal's hand.

Jamal spun around just as Samantha kicked a book at his feet. He bent down and picked it up handing it to her.

"Thanks Jamal,"she said looking shyly towards the floor.

"How are things Sam?" Samantha was a nerdy girl. She had long raven black hair always pulled back, dark piercing eyes and black glasses perched on her nose. She was one of those weird girls who always dressed in black, which included black nail polish and reddish-black lipstick. She had a nice body, but hid it under bulky pants and sweaters. Back when he was a geek, she had been the only girl who talked to him. He had jerked off thinking about her many a night before becoming enhanced.

"Oh how nice, the big popular boy has lowered himself enough to talk to the social outcast."

"I've missed you Sam."

"I missed you too, that is I missed the real Jamal. Not this testosterone-crazed, muscle bound gorilla you've become."

"I'm sorry, I've been an ass. Let me make it up to you, how about a movie tonight?"

Samantha turned white as a ghost. Had he just asked her out? She'd never been on a date before. Not that it mattered, she could never date a black guy, her father would kill her. She thought a couple boys were going to ask her out once, but she inadvertently ended up insulting them. This had completely thrown her off balance. "Why?" she stuttered out.

Jamal wished he hadn't opened his big mouth and just taken the twenty dollars. "Because I miss you and thought we could spend some time together like we used to."

"Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Suspicious little bitch. "Well, I was hoping you could help me with my college grammar. English was always your specialty after all."

Samantha felt a great sense of relief. He had an ulterior motive, he needed her help with school work. She was also a little disappointed. "No movie, but if you want to meet me at the library, we can study together. You can help me with chemistry. Don't come to my house, dad didn't like you when you were scrawny, he'd positively hate you now."

"When?"

"If you were truly my friend, you'd know," she said turning to leave.

"Tonight, six thirty to eight, just like old times."

Sam turned back to him and for a brief moment a smile tugged at her perpetual frown. "I'll be there. Oh and by the way, if you hadn't skipped class half the year, maybe you wouldn't need my help."

"But then I wouldn't get to spend time with you."

One of her eyebrows shot up and her heart skipped a beat. There was that uncertainty again. Was he flirting with her? No, she decided, he was just tired of being fake like most of the popular kids. Samantha turned and left, pleased that she'd have Jamal back to talk with.

Jamal showed up at the library at precisely six thirty. He used to haunt the library before becoming enhanced. Now this was the first time he had set foot here in close to a year. Samantha was at their old table, nose so deep in a book, her glasses were almost falling off. He sat beside her and glanced a the page. It was some morose poem about being alone. Samantha finished the poem and jumped with shock seeing him sitting beside her. She had been so into the poem, she hadn't even noticed him. Jamal didn't like that, everyone noticed him. "It's like Deja Vu all over again," he said.

"Lets get to work," she said. "I'm still not ready to forgive you for blowing me off all year. Now what are you having problems with?"

For the next hour, she went over the current chapters in college grammar. Jamal pretended he didn't understand some of it and asked some good questions. Then they switched to chemistry, a subject in which he could have taught the class and knew a lot more then the teacher. "Look closely at the chemical formulas. There do you see it?"

"No," she replied moving her head down following his finger. Jamal was moving his head down too as they both stared at the book. Their cheeks were touching. He turned his face towards hers, their mouths just inches apart, he moved closer to kiss her. Sam stared cross-eyed at his approaching lips before drawing back. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to kiss you."

"Why?"

"I like you Sam, I always have.

"I like you too Jamal, or I used to anyway, but only as a friend."

"Just one kiss Sam. If you don't like it, then I'll never bother you again."

"I think I'd better go," she replied grabbing her books after pushing her glasses up her nose. Jamal had a powerful animal magnetism about him, it made her want to kiss him, but he was black and he did represent a lot she hated about male-dominated, phallocentric society. He was a muscle-bound football player, dated bimbo cheerleaders, etc. She left the library without saying a word.

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"I've never before encountered a mind as brilliant as yours since, well, since myself."

"Thanks Hank," said Jamal shaking hands with the enhanced white chemist. "It's been the second most important thing in my life this last year working with you. Filling up more bitches then I can count with my cum was the only thing better."

"I know the feeling."

"I wonder what they'll do?" Jamal looked at the first five vials of Y-serum sitting on the table. "Who's the first test subject?"

"Tyrone's secretary, Carol. She has been a faithful employee for years and is rapidly losing her looks, not to mention gaining a few pounds. I'm injecting her tonight. In one months time, we shall have the first truly enhanced female."

"I can't wait to see what happens," said Jamal looking with pride at the vials he and Hank had created. It had been Jamal that came up with the ideas to bond certain chemicals to get around various roadblocks that had been baffling Hank McGraw for months. "Oh, I need a little vial of Xcite."

"Tough one?"

"Yeah, the school nerd. I made a bet that I could fuck her by prom."

"Good luck. I prefer the challenge of a non-hormone crazed woman, but who has the time."

"Thanks Hank. I'd better get home." Jamal left the pharmaceutical plant and got in his shiny bmw with the tinted windows. A little gift to himself with all the money King Enterprises was paying him.

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"Oh, it's you," said Sam looking up from her books at Jamal.

"Yeah, I still need help with my grammar. Sorry about the other night, I was hoping you'd forgive me."

"I think so. You just caught me off guard that's all. Besides, I still need help with chemistry." Jamal smiled at her and she actually smiled back a little as he sat down at their study table. "I noticed you skipped again today."

"Yeah, I had to work."

"How are you going to graduate high school?"

"I got it covered. Look, I'm thirsty can I get you a coke or anything?"

"Sure, diet." Jamal got up and left, returning with two sodas. Like a gentleman, he had opened hers already. He watched her as she drank it. "Jamal, I'm curious, why me? I mean, you've dated some of the prettiest girls in school and the dumbest, but yet you tried to kiss me."

"I think you're beautiful."

"Stop."

"No, really. Your can't hide your looks under all that makeup and those bulky clothes. You could be as hot and sexy as any of the girls in school. Plus, like you said, those girls are idiots. You're the smartest woman I've ever met."

"Thanks Jamal, I'm not used to people complimenting me," said Samantha looking down at the desk. She felt flushed and her skin felt hot, almost feverish. For some reason her panties were cold and clammy as if they were wet like she was sweating down there or something. Her nipples were scraping against her bra too, hard as rocks just like when she went swimming in cold water.

"I'm not used to getting rejected," he said cockily. It wasn't just the nipple outline under her sweater, he swore he smelled her arousal. "I don't want to sound egotistical, but most women find me very attractive. Something about me just turns them on.

"Interesting," she said. He was right! She was turned on. That's why her body was acting this way. She was horny. She had felt it a little around him before, but now it was strong to the point where she could think about nothing else.

"Why do you wear all that black makeup and outfits anyway?"

"I started after my mother died. I just went into mourning for her..."

"And never stopped. I think it's time you moved on," said Jamal.

"Maybe some day," she said a tear flowing down her cheek.

Jamal leaned down and kissed her forehead. Sam smiled up at him, he made her feel safe, comforted, plus it was nice to have someone tell her he was attracted to her. However, Jamal didn't stop with her head, he kissed just above her glasses, then her nose, and finally her lips. Samantha didn't break away this time. It felt good to kiss a boy. She felt warm inside and her stomach felt funny. Jamal pushed his tongue against her lips and she parted them, soon pushing her own tongue into his mouth. The kiss grew more passionate and Sam lost all sense of herself. The next thing she realized while he kissed her was that his hands were gently massaging her breasts. She pushed him back.

"That wasn't so bad was it?"

"No," said Sam wiping some saliva off the side of her mouth. The kiss had been incredible. Unfortunately, it did nothing to quell her state of arousal. Her vagina was practically screaming for attention.

"Samantha, it would be my honor if you would be my date for the prom."

Wow! That completely blew her mind. She shook her head to clear it. The thought of being accepted, walking into the dance with a popular boy was tempting, but not for her. She didn't know how to dance, what to wear, and her father would never allow her to go with a black guy. "I can't Jamal, it's not my thing. I'm sorry about what just happened, I don't know what came over me. I gotta go."

Jamal watched her leave. He was disappointed, but found he respected her will power. Still, he wasn't one for losing. He wanted to fuck Dan's girlfriend.The football player had been such a dickhead to him back when he was a nerd. Jamal had a last resort.

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"Careful dad, that's worth 1.2 mil."

Malcom pocketed the syringe. "I'll be careful."

"The vial should have Sam's name on it. Just pour it out and empty the syringe into it."

"Could it hurt her if she doesn't get her allergy shot? No, of course not. She wont have allergies if this works."

" She'll be just like us. She wont get sick, wont age, will be nearly immortal. One of the world's first enhanced women."

"There she goes," said Malcom ducking behind the stairwell as Nurse Wringer left her office locking the door behind her on her way to lunch.

"Good luck," said Jamal, slapping his dad on the back and heading to class.

Malcom waited till the hall was clear then took out his key. He was school janitor and had access to all the rooms. He let himself into the nurse's office. He quickly found the vial of allergy medicine on the shelf with Samantha's name on it. He emptied it and then filled it with the Y-serum. Mission accomplished. Then he heard the door knob turning.

"Malcom, what are you doing here?" asked Vera Wringer. She had forgotten her purse.

Malcom looked up from the cot. "Oh nurse Wringer, I was feeling faint and needed to lie down."

Vera pulled up a chair beside him looking concerned. She looked great for a woman in her mid-forties. Any man her age would be thrilled to have a woman in as good shape as she was. The students considered her an old woman and only paid attention to the other students or to the sexy young teachers like Darlene Duncan. Malcom on the other hand, was in his mid-forties though the X-serum kept him looking ten years younger. He found Vera very sexy. She had some extra weight on a thin frame. The weight was concentrated in all the places men found exciting, giving her a voluptuous appearance and a jiggle that made his dick hard. Her hair was a frosty blonde, rapidly going gray. Her eyes were gray also, matching her hair. High cheek bones gave her the look of a classic beauty. Her breasts were enormous to the point she probably would of considered having them reduced to ease the strain on her back. "Anything else I should know about?"

"I'm feeling better now, but I've had this strange rash."

"Better let me see it," she said putting on a glove. "I'd rather not, it's in an embarrassing place."

"Malcom, I can assure you it isn't anything I haven't seen already. I am a nurse you know."

"Anything you say nurse," he leaned up and unbuttoned his pants, watching her reaction from the corner of his eye. Her brow furrowed when he felt his cock extend another inch. She was looking at his bulge curiously. He pulled his zipper down, quickly grabbing his thick cock before it got too hard and became difficult to remove. "I know you've seen plenty like it before, but it's still embarrassing."

Vera had never seen anything like it before. Malcom had a huge penis, already several inches longer then her husband's and the black man wasn't even fully erect. It defied everything she had been taught in anatomy years ago. "I-I d-don't see a rash."

"Hmmm, I don't either. Look closer. Check the underside and my thighs around my balls."

Vera leaned forward inadvertently, taking a strong whiff of his crotch area and finding it not unpleasant. He was making no move to touch his penis, so she grabbed it with her gloved hand. She gasped as it swelled even thicker and extended another inch. It had to be nine inches long now. She looked under it still seeing no sign of a rash. His testicles matched his penis in every way. His balls had to be a detriment like her breasts. They would always be in his way, causing discomfort and inconviencing him. They were each the size of tennis balls. The penis in her hands grew another inch.

"There's the problem with the swelling too nurse Wringer. It's always this big. Is that normal?"

"Nothing about your crotch area is normal Malcom," she said moving her nose in closer for another whiff. "Your a giant."

"Aw come on, my son's bigger then me. I'm sure Mr Wringer's gotta come close."

"No, you're a lot bigger." She couldn't even picture her husband's penis erect, it had been so long since they'd made love. Two kids and twentytwo years of marriage really put a damper on one's love life.

"Too bad...for you." Malcom didn't want to push the black-white thing, being a nurse she had seen dozens of normal sized black men. "Is there anything you can do to make the swelling go down?"

"No, short of giving you an ice pack for it. Try to think of unsexy thoughts."

"I know," he said reaching out for some hand lotion on her desk and pouring it where her gloved hand still held his cock.

"What are you doing?"

"You can jerk it down for me."

"I can't do that."

"Please, I can't get my work done if it's like this all day. Besides, I know you want too."

"I do not," she lied.

"Then why are you still holding it? He watched her look with surprise at her own hand. Already the hand holding his cock was stroking about an inch or so of the shaft. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

"This is wrong. I can't." She was already sliding her now lubricated hand along the entire shaft.

"Sure you can. Just be scientific about it. You're a professional, just giving a patient some release. I don't expect you to enjoy it."

Yeah, that was it. She was a professional just giving Malcom some release with something that had to be painful. The problem was that she was enjoying this. She found his big black penis fascinating. It had stopped growing at eleven inches and thickened up as wide as her wrist. It was simply magnificent. Her vagina yearned for it even though it was obviously too big for any woman, but then how had he had a child?

"Yeah that's it nurse, that feels so good. You really know how to take care of a man-sized cock."

His voice startled Vera. She had been in a trance staring at it and was surprised to find her hand swiftly gliding up and down his entire shaft. His mighty cock throbbed with power, she could feel the blood rushing through his veins, the heat it was giving off, even through the latex glove. Vera brought her gloveless hand up and gripped his shaft near the base to steady it. Her arm grew tired and she switched, using her unprotected hand to stroke him off. She didn't care any more, she just wanted him to cum. She switched hands several times.