BRENBLK9.TXT Brenda Gets Blacked! "STRETCH ME!!" (If you can) Chapter 9 Brenda proved to be no scholar! Her poor academic performance however, had nothing to do with her intelligence. Brenda was one very smart young woman. There were simply too many distractions!: Black boys in the Activities center, Black boys in the athletes dorm, Black boys on the intramural field, Black boys... well, you get the idea. The impressionable young girl's entire day was filled with one flirtatious encounter after another. There simply wasn't any time left for study! At the beginning of her second semester, Brenda decided that she needed a course that would hold her attention, keep her more in focus. And what course did our little blue-eyed princess choose? -- Adult Sexuality 101, and she did gain a lot of useful information from it. It was a very popular class among all the freshmen, and Brenda was astonished on the first day to find that it met in a large auditorium that was filled to capacity. Brenda almost smirked out loud when the instructor, a young Ph.D. candidate, in the course of his lecture, stated that..." all studies show that the size of the male penis has no effect on the state of arousal for the female during the act of intercourse... the occurrence of orgasm is achieved primarily through mental processes." 'What fuckin planet did this bozo hail from!?!,' Brenda wondered to herself, 'I've got half a mind to stand up and tell it like it is!' Brenda knew from firsthand experience that the length and thickness of a man's fuck-pole had EVERYTHING to do with how much satisfaction a girl could expect to receive. This particular professor, Brenda decided, must be one of those teeny-weiner white guys who are unable to cope with the natural fact that all men are not created equal! That thought gave the delicious blonde an idea for a T-shirt statement: It's not what you do with it... it's the size that really counts! She reveled in the thought of wearing a shirt like that into this classroom -- just to watch that nerdy instructor's ego deflate. Brenda was never seen on campus unaccompanied. Whenever she was walking between classes or just hanging out in the student activities center, she would always latch on to the nearest handsome, Black stud available (there were always several) and submissively hug his biceps as they proceeded. Our sweet, luscious, little debutante also developed the shamefully naughty habit of kissing her big, ebony boyfriends whenever they found themselves in a crowd. Deep, wet soul kisses!, any witnesses who stood nearby could hear the little blonde swallowing and whimpering as she sucked on the studs' tongue. The diminutive blonde loved to do this, in part due to her insatiable attraction to tall, dark men, but also because Brenda absolutely adored the public attention this kind of behavior would elicit from the other students and faculty. She would watch their faces for reactions as they passed by. They were usually quite predictable: shock, frustration and humiliation from the white guys; curiosity, envy and lust from the white girls; while the other Black dudes would just give them that all-knowing smile that said "yeah, my turn is coming." Being the recipient of all these looks made the ravishing little slut very horny and she usually didn't get very far with her "Othello" before she would pull her brawny escort into a nearby secluded spot for a quick taste of ebony delight. Flaunting sexual taboos in public made Brenda's panties get soaking wet!! God, what a naughty, nasty little white girl she was!! Brenda had enrolled in a Black studies course to fulfill one of her electives. She wanted to learn all that she could about the Black experience and thought that this would be an excellent way to do so. 'Besides,' the pretty coed reasoned, 'being the only white girl in a room full of Black boys can only bring positive results.' Professor Jackson was a tall, muscular man who had played football at Grambling, where he also earned a Ph.D. He was quite young (only 32), extremely handsome, and had a voice that could fill a stadium. Brenda was so hopelessly infatuated with this man that if she were ever to just touch him she just knew that she would explode in orgasms!! Prof. Jackson has a habit of pacing back and forth across the front of the room as he would lecture. He was a very militant man and he preached the rhetoric of the Black Panther party with an intense passion. Brenda was bedazzled by his aggressive charisma. Her panties always got hot and moist as she watched that Black hunk pace before her. Brenda began to employ one of her old schoolgirl tricks -- she sat on the front row every day and wore very short dresses! Obeying her slut-girl instincts, she would then slide way down in her chair to afford that wonderful man a most favorable view. Each time that Prof passed in front of her, Brenda would casually spread her thighs and absently lick her lips as she stared hard into his crotch. The delicate material of her panties was so thin that the outline of her soft, puffy mound and slit were easily discernible. She liked Professor Jackson very much and she knew that this would brighten his day! One day, Professor Jackson, in the course of his lecture, stopped right beside Brenda's desk. He was all fired up over a lecture on affirmative action and was giving quite an emotional performance! Brenda turned her head to look up at her idol and... WOW... just inches before her pretty button nose was a big, beefy, Black man's bulge!! The professor was wearing some rather tight slacks that day and our petite slut could easily see the outline of his briefs. Brenda could not have torn her eyes away even if she had wanted to do so, and as she gawked, she noticed that it was beginning to grow!! To the white girls disbelief, that bulge began to shift and roll as though some small animal was trapped within and was slowly struggling to break free! Suddenly, there was jolt as the massive head of the Black man's penis broke free of the briefs legband. A sizable portion of that bulge was now growing and snaking it's way down Professor Jackson's left leg. The white girl secretly prayed that the strained inseam of his slacks would burst open, freeing the object of what Brenda now knew was the source of every white man's worst nightmare. Brenda's nipples began to ache! Her mouth began watering uncontrollably! Her eyes bulged in disbelief as she witnessed that delicious organ grow inch by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch... Nasty, forbidden questions began to form in Brenda's pretty little head as she absently stared into that Black Prof.'s crotch: How do these Black Romeo's grow such massive fuck-poles?... and why are the white boys so small in conparison?... Do all white girls secretly yearn for that bigger-nigger stretch session?... or for that matter do most of these girls even realize that the Black boys who pass you in the halls every day are capable of doubling or even tripling the depth and girth of their sexual horizons? She continued to daydream, about how those Black monsters feel when they penetrate to the depth where even the white ones have been... and then comes the delicious, mind-blowing experience when they keep pushing, and stretching in for an additional six inches or so!! That's when Brenda begins climaxing -- and continues her orgasms until that overgrown cunt buster withdraws with an obscene "pop." She absolutely adored the way her small, taught pussy got stretched to it's limit -- like a condom over the end of a baseball bat!! Everytime that our sweet Brenda got impaled on a Black lance, she wondered just how many other young, white daughters had been stretch-fucked on this particular organ? Oh what a joy it was to be a young, pretty, white girl attending a college that had so many good looking, muscular, hung Blacks. Of course, she could never possibly fuck them all -- but she just knew that she would have to try!