Solomon King Ch. 1

"Take me to B," said Sam.

Bill lead him down the dark hall lit by the occasional emergency light to a door identical to Sam's and stopped. It was bolted on the outside. Sam opened it and stepped inside.

The first thing he saw was a grossly fat black man holding what looked like a miniature baseball bat between his legs. The bat was a giant penis and the man was rapidly stroking it. As Sam watched the head swelled up and ejaculated a tremendous amount of sperm in a wad that flew about three feet from the head and he still wasn't done, more wads of cum flew from the head for at least thirty seconds. The man turned to look at Sam with the same look of ecstasy written on his face that Sam felt went he ejaculated.

Sam looked around the room. It was identical to his own in all ways except the walls and floor were covered with cum stains. "Who're you," said the man.

"Put some clothes on, we're getting out of here."

Sam pushed Bill out of the room and waited for B to put his robe on. The room stank of semen to bad to remain in there. A minute later B came out of his room dressed in a hospital gown just like Sam's. "Who're you?" he asked again.

"I'm Sam, a lab rat just like you. They were planning on killing us, so I'm busting out of here. What's your name?"

"Benny, though my friends call me Bull."

'How appropriate,' thought Sam. "Well Bull. you want to come with me?" The obese man smiled and Sam said, "let's go then."

"You have a car?' Sam asked pushing Bill. The frightened man nodded. "Where are the keys?" Sam lowered the gag long enough for Bill to say, "In my room."

"Take us to your room then."

The building didn't appear to be too big, though oddly there weren't any windows outside any where. They quickly arrived at Bill's room and entered. It was larger then Sam's. He looked around, but the light from the hall was barely enough to see by.

"Honey, hurry up and come to bed," said Susan's voice from the next room.

Sam's eyes opened wide at the thought of Susan Foster lying in the next room in bed. His cock quickly turned fully erect and when it got hard, he had to cum despite needing to hurry. He handed Bill over to Bull and motioned for Bull to be quiet. The big black man grinned as Sam stripped. When he realized what was going on, Bill started moaning until Bull put his big beefy hand over the gag in Bill's mouth.

Naked, Sam shut the door to the hall making the room pitch black. He then walked into the bedroom.

"Oh Bill, I'm so horny," said Susan. "I think that jungle bunny's pheromones must of got through my mask. I can't wait till your dick's as big as his."

Sam leaned down feeling the bed and Susan's leg under the bedspread. He grabbed the cover and yanked it off her body hearing her yelp. Sam grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. Sam laid down on the bed between her legs. He'd always wanted to taste white pussy.

"Bill what are you doing? Quit fooling around and fuck me."

Sam didn't answer her as he brought his face up to his pussy.. He flicked his tongue out and licked her thigh. Susan jumped at his touch and his keen ears detected an increase in her breathing. She didn't jump when he licked her thigh again, but she spread her legs even wider as he ran his tongue up her thigh, stopping at her labia.

"Oh Bill, you've never done this before," said Susan Foster. Sam felt her entire body trembling.

Sam pushed his nose into her pussy and took a big whiff. He hadn't smelled a pussy in decades, nor had he tasted one. Sam kissed her thigh and then brought his tongue across her labia. She jumped again as he rapidly began running his tongue up and down between her folds, wiggling it into her pussy until she started humping his mouth, moaning slightly.

Sam continued to thrust his tongue into her as he worked his arms under her thighs and ran his hands up over her flat belly and up to her breasts. God, they were nice and full, smooth, perfectly rounded. He pinched her nipples between his fingers. They were fat and long. He stroked them like they were miniature cocks and she began humping his tongue even harder.

The bitch was loving having her pussy licked. Her whole body was starting to shake and he could feel her head thrashing back and forth. Sam decided to administer the coup de grace. He moved his tongue up her labia and quickly twirled it around her clit.

Her orgasm lasted half a minute and her scream of pleasure lasted just as long. When her cries ceased he heard her husband whimper in the next room. "Oh god, its been so long since you've made me cum," she murmured.

Sam sat up, wiping the back of his hand across his chin. He hooked his arms under her knees and kneeled between her legs, resting his foot long cock against her pelvis. Sam freed one arm and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He moaned as he rubbed his cock against her pubic hair. This was going to feel so good.

She pulled her legs back as he pushed the head of his cock down against her labia and pushed down. "Hmmm, it feels so good, so big," said Susan and then she seemed to come to her senses. "Oh my god no, it can't be."

The lights came on.

"C, you fucking bastard," she cried.

"Hello Susan," said Sam holding the fat head of his cock in her pussy. It had been a tight fit at first, but his pre-cum and her juices were quickly loosening it up.

"What have you done to my husband?" she cried through gritted teeth.

"Bull," yelled Sam, "bring the wimp in."

Bull walked into the room pushing Dr. Foster before him. The big black man licked his lips when he saw the nude white woman being penetrated by the tip of Sam's dick.

"C, take it the fuck out," she said.

Sam looked at her gorgeous nude body. She was shiny with sweat, her bosom was heaving as she breathed deeply, and her nipples were hard and engorged. "If you want me to take it out, how come your humping my dick?"

Susan was horrified, but he was right. She was thrusting her hips up into his cock, wanting it in deeper. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing the head tight, trying to pull him inside. She looked down his body. Part of his chest was still covered by his beard, the part she could see glistened with his sweat. She had seen him nude on video and when she examined him, butt never had she seen him fully aroused. His huge muscles were prominent and bulging from his chest to his abbs. She looked down his crotch and gasped at the sight of the long cock connecting their bodies. She gasped again when she realized how little she had taken so far.

"I think you want to fuck me," said Sam. "I think you want to see how a real man's cock feels."

Damn him, he was right. Everything about C was overwhelmingly masculine and every nerve in her body screamed at her to submit to him. She did. "Fuck me you bastard, give me that big dick."

He pushed another three inches into her and began working them around, loosening her up. "More C, please give me more."

His response was to pull it all the way out. Susan was immediately overcome by a sense of loss. She felt empty and unfulfilled. "Please," she cried, "put it back in."

He teased her with his cock, rubbing it all over her pussy causing her to writhe in frustration. "I ain't no fuckin letter bitch. I have a name."

"Please SAM, I'll do anything, just put your cock back in me," she sighed as he pushed it back in, not stopping at the halfway point this time. Places deep in her vagina that had never opened for anything, parted for him as inch after inch penetrated her. There was no pain, just a deep sense of fulfillment.

Sam hooked his arms under her knees again and raised her hips off the bed, pushing his cock all the way in. She came again when his balls slapped against her thighs.

The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy as Sam began slow fucking her. Damn, but he would like to of spent hours in her tight pussy. However, with the lights on their escape would be discovered and he had to hurry up. Sam picked up speed slamming his mighty cock into her pussy with such force his balls were constantly slapping against her thighs. Her eyes were closed, as her head thrashed back and forth. The woman seemed to be cumming constantly. He delighted in his new found sexual prowess. Sam hadn't been a slouch in the sack, but never had he gotten the kind of reaction from a woman that he was getting from Susan Foster. The woman had turned from a prudish doctor to a wanton slut after experiencing only a few inches of his new cock. This uppity married white bitch was begging a homeless black man to fuck her right in front of her husband and she was cumming like crazy.

Sam watched her face as he fucked her. She paused sniffing the air then opened her eyes. Bull had removed his gown and was jerking his cock off over face. Bull's cock was the biggest, ugliest, monstrosity he had ever seen, but the girl just raised her head and kissed it worshipfully on the tip and began kissing around the head every time it emerged from the foreskin.

They really needed to hurry, so Sam just kept up the fast pace until he felt the addictive feeling of the sperm shooting up from his balls, causing his cock to jerk as it deposited more cum in her pussy then her husband probably had in their entire marriage.

Susan screamed from a tremendous orgasm when he came. Her eyes and mouth flew open just in time to catch Bull's orgasm. Sam couldn't be sure from this angle, but it looked like Bull's pee-slit alone was as big as a human eye and his first wad completely covered her face in a thick layer of sperm. The cum crazy slut barely flinched as she brought her lips up to the tip to catch the rest of Bull sperm in her mouth. Even after the amazing amount of sperm in his first wad, his giant balls shot still more into her mouth overflowing it faster then she could gulp it down.

Sam backed off the bed. Susan had wrapped her little hands around Bull's cock and was busily stroking it, trying to milk out more sperm. Her husband was curled up on the floor in the fetal position, his eyes glued to the scene on the bed.

Someone knocked on the door. "Doctors, open up, the test subjects have escaped."

Sam's heel was already kicking out as he swung the door open. The guards face didn't even have time to register surprise before his knee had snapped and he was yanked into the room.

The guard started screaming when the pain from his shattered knee hit him. Sam mercifully pressed his finger down on a pressure point in the man's neck until the guard blacked out. Sam stripped off the guards uniform and carried it into the bathroom. He paused before the mirror, seeing his new reflection for the first time. He was bigger now then he had ever been. He appeared to be in his early thirties again, though his hair and beard were still white presenting an odd contrast to his youthful features. The bald spot on his head was growing in young and black though. He assumed that if he shaved it would all grow back black. Sam found Bill's electric razor and quickly shaved his beard and hair, the face looking back at him one he had never expected to see ever again.

Sam dressed in the guards uniform It was tight and the pants were several inches to small, but from a distance his ruse should work. The guard didn't have a gun, just a billy club. It would do.

"How many guards are there," said Sam coming back into the room. Bill was lying on the floor crying and ignored him. "Bull, Dr Foster here has developed a taste for spunk, you got any left in that big thing?"

"Sure Boss," said Bull getting up off the bed, his grossly fat body shaking as he moved. "This well never runs dry."

"T-ten guards," cried Bill quickly.

"Good boy, Now where do I find the lab?"

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Sam casually walked down the corridors occasionally seeing guards down the halls. He waved to them and walked on before they came too close.

Sam quickly followed Bill's directions to the lab. He entered the large room, probably the biggest in the building. Luckily it was unoccupied, but there was a video camera mounted in the corner, slowly moving left to right. He'd try not to look too suspicious, which was hard to do when you were planning to blow it up.

Navy seals trained heavily in demolitions. Some chemicals from this room mixed with cleaning appliances he had taken from a janitor's closet, and with a candle he had taken from Susan for a fuse, Sam quickly rigged a fire bomb to destroy the room. When he was finished, he looked up, the camera had quit moving and was looking right at him.

Two guards ran into the room and pulled their billy clubs. Sam pulled out his.

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Sam lit the fuse. He had rigged it to give him plenty of time to escape. An alarm started to sound. He looked at the bodies of the two guards, one was splayed out on the floor, the other's head was through a wooden door. Sam wasn't a murderer, he dragged the guard on the floor over to the entrance and pulled the second out of the door. Something glittered through the hole in the door. He reached through the hole and unlocked the door. Sitting in rows in a plastic container was dozens of vials of serum-X. He grabbed a handful and shoved it into his pocket.

Sam pulled the bodies into the hall just as two more guards rounded the corner. He ran from these two, hoping to keep them out of the lab. He still had work to do.

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His jobs finished, Sam ran towards the parking lot, out the door and into the coldest hell he had ever felt. A blizzard was raging full force outside, there was about nine inches of snow on the half dozen or so cars in the parking lot and the new snow seemed to be sitting on over a foot of old snow on the ground.

He saw Bull emerge on the other end of the parking lot pushing the Fosters before him. Five guards came out of the same door seconds later. Sam ran to help, but slipped in the snow. He looked up in time to see Bull charging the knot of guards. A shot rang out and Bull staggered clutching his stomach, before falling to the ground.

Sam shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out the guards set of keys. The car key had the word jeep etched on it. He looked around and quickly spotted a cherokee.

Sam ran for the truck, risking a glimpse at the guards. They were untying the Fosters. Bill Foster spotted Sam and raised his finger pointing at him. The guard turned and pulled his gun. Bull tackled the man seeming to come out of nowhere, moving with a speed seemingly impossible for all the weight he was carrying. The two disappeared down an embankment.

Sam unlocked the truck just as the other guards opened fire. They had him pinned down and were advancing just when an explosion rocked the building throwing the guards into the snow drfts. Sam used the distraction to climb into the cherokee. He started the car, threw it in four wheel drive and spun out of the parking lot. The rear window shattering as a bullet hit it.

He rolled down his window and used the billy club to wipe the snow off the windshield, he was driving blind, but sheer luck must have kept him on the road. A second explosion rocked the building and then a third. In addition to the lab, Sam had placed bombs in Slaviseks office, and a room filled with computers. He had turned off the water in the building to disable the sprinkler system. Hopefully, the fire would wipe out the Gilgamesh project or at least set them back about ten years.

Sam shivered as the cold air pouring in the back window overwhelmed the trucks heater. He didn't have a jacket and would freeze to death if he didn't find shelter soon. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the guards wallet. It contained about thirty dollars, some credit cards, and a driver's license that said the man's name was Sol Rubenstien.

Sam knew he wasn't in Los Angeles any more. He didn't know where he was, probably the mid-west judging by the landscape, but he did know he was free again and that was all that mattered.