This is a side story inspired by amb anonymous' Black Power Virus, mixed with my own style. I asked and got the original authors input before uploading.
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It started before the civil war and a slave name Daryl. He was the biggest black man any one had ever seen! At 8 feet tall he towered above his white slave masters, but a strange twist of fate made him the most gentle man of any race. He never spoke ill of the master, never raised a fuss, and he always worked with a smile.
The other slaves knew why of course, he was special. Daryl wasn't magic, not was he stupid, he just knew that some day his descendants would live happy and free, and that's what kept him going... Well that and the Master's Daughter. Marry Lou was the ideal woman, blond hair, marble white skin, piercing blue eyes, and a body that could start and end wars. She had plenty of suitors, wealthy and poor alike, but none would have her except Daryl.
Marry Lou's first encounter was when she was 18 years old, Daryl had just started at the plantation and they caught each others eyes instantly. Later in the evening she sneaked into the slave quarters and found Daryl's cabin. She lightly tapped the door, hoping he would answer. He did and at first he was nervous, he'd hared of slaves getting castrated for even LOOKING at a white woman the wrong way but here she was, in her night gown no less. She told him she had wanted to speak to him as soon as she saw him, that he made her feel a fire between her legs and that she didn't know or care why she felt that way. Daryl, the big softy he was, couldn't help but melt, he took her in his arms and kissed her gently.
This took Marry by surprise, she had expected him to tear her gown off and take her hard like a savage, not tenderly kiss and caress her body. But this wasn't unpleasant for her so she kissed him back, their tongues wrestling each other for control, though Daryl won of course. She found herself on her back next, her gowns buttons slowly undone to reveal the creamy flesh of her soft pillowy breasts and stomach. She asked him to be gentle, like a good girl should and he couldn't say no to that face, like an angel come to give his hard life some meaning, so he took his time undressing.
Soon though they were both naked. Marry gasped at the massive python in his trousers. It had to be as long as a ruler and as wide as her wrist, much bigger then she'd heard the white farm hands had to be. Daryl was careful, having had a few women in his past he knew to make her wet before entering her, so he gently rubbed her swollen pink pussy lips with his rough fingers. The feeling aroused Marry Lou so much she nearly screamed, it was unlike anything she ever felt before, and his massive black cock was drooling clear stuff so she decided to touch him to.
Now it was Daryl's turn, he groaned in surprise as her soft hands stroked his cock. She smiled at his reaction, happy she could please this big man. Now it was time for the main event, Daryl warned Marry it would hurt so she took his belt and bit the thick cord tight to keep from screaming. It was slow going, she was so tiny and tight he couldn't get the head in at first, but after a few gentle pushes his head popped in! This caused Marry to moan into her gag, this feeling was equally painful and pleasant. Daryl slid in slowly, letting her adjust to his size, even making her hymen tearing quick so she wouldn't be in pain too long.
After several minutes of pushing Daryl's cock head was finally kissing Marry Lou's womb, both of them sweaty and breathing hard. He asked his white lover if she was ready and she nodded to her black stud, his cock slowly withdrawing until only the head remained. Once he was almost all the way out he pushed back in, harder this time, pulling out once fully in and repeating this over and over. This caused Marry to scream into her gag, the sound almost too loud as Daryl covered her mouth with his hand. He trusted faster and harder, the tight cunt wrapped around his dick was too good to take slow, he had to fuck this girl he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. And he did NOT want to stop.
Hours of fucking and kissing and fondling lead to Daryl's explosive climax after giving Marry Lou more then she could count, her womb flooded with potent black sperm. Neither of them knew but she had been very fertile since coming off her period and was now fertilized with his seed. But a strange thing happened, the offspring, which Marry blamed on a particularly cruel slave hand, was a healthy white boy! The child, named Matthew, was blond like his Mamma with dark eyes, but pink as could be when born and white as snow his entire life. Matthew never knew the truth, but once the well educated young man inherited his grandfathers land he never once allowed his slaves to be treated unkindly, he would go down in history as one of the kindest slave owners in the south.
Daryl's fate after that night was a sad one, after 30 years of faithful service he was done in by a blow to the head from one of the horses when his son was only 12 years old. IT was hard for Matthew to understand why he and his mother were so sad, but they were over the loss. Matthew would move on to become a very wealthy man, investing in new inventions that would revolutionize the world, and married a beautiful mixed race girl. Matthew never understood his fascination with black girls, but he didn't care, they were beautiful, exotic yet familiar. His wife gave him many beautiful children who moved on to become respected members of the community, frontier settlers, and even a few soldiers.
-present day, 7 years after exposure of the BPV-
To say Malcolm's life was hell would be an understatement. Malcolm was short, chubby, nerdy, generally plain looking, and worst of all white. Since the BPV had almost wiped out the white male population he had been in hiding up in the mountains, his only link to the world being the internet and television. Ever since the facility that housed the best scientists trying to cure the virus had fallen to sabotage he knew he'd be infected eventually but he was smart. Really smart! He'd found copies of the viruses makeup and had been experimenting with it, trying to alter it to give HIM the positive effects. So far though, no success... He'd need a blood sample, next to impossible without the risk of exposure, and he wanted to live damn it!
So he toiled still, trying to make the virus work for him, soon though he was getting desperate, and the news from the outside was that very few uninfected people remained. He needed a miracle, he needed a breakthrough. What he didn't expect was a knock at his secluded cabin door, he was up in the mountains, away from the paths, no one even knew this place existed. Malcolm looked at the camera feed at his front door, AND WAS SURPRISED to see an old friend, especially his best friend from collage Jamal and some woman Both showed signs of infection so he had to talk to them through the intercom.
"Jamal? How the hell did you find me?" He asked in a wary tone.
"Dr.Leblanc came to give you something old buddy." Jamal said in a slightly snarky tone.
Malcolm pondered the reason for them coming, he knew Leblanc was responsible for the outbreak, and he surmised she knew about his attempts at bending her virus to make himself part of the new world order, but were they there to kill him, or worse infect him so he dies slow? He decided to air on the side of caution and only let them into the front of the house, it was a spacious place and Malcolm had a section reserved since before the outbreak for those he didn't trust. He spoke to them from a monitor in the room, Jamal seemed worried when he saw the state of his friend, Malcolm was pale, his eyes had dark circles around them from lack of sleep, and he looked like he hadn't shaved in years.
