You Mess with Jason and Monica

"Well now, the both of you are very interested in seeing my cock now. Aren't you?" You fondle your bulge meaningfully and Monica and Jason gawk at it obediently.

Monica brushes her hair back as she sits back in the desk chair, one elbow on the desk. She grins, "Yea! You can't tease us like that and not front. Jason represented..."

Jason shifts back and forth, looking sort of embarrassed but he nods along, "Yea, man. I 'd feel better if I wasn't the only one naked here..."

You grin and stand up, "Well, Monica could strip! I wouldn't complain!"

The both of them chuckle and grin politely and then zero in with complete attention as your hands move to your groin. Instead of unzipping like the both desire, you fondle your swelling member. You continue to do so as you say, "Well, I'm going to, sure. But you know, I can't help but notice that you seem to have a BSC, not a BBC. What's up with that?"

Your implied insult is negated by the comments you'd made earlier, and Jason is unfazed, still looking at your hand on your crotch, "I never said I had a BBC, you know. That's kind of a thing white people have in their heads. Come on, man. Take it out. You look hard as a fucking rock. My girl wants to see that BWC."

You nod agreeably and unsnap the button on your pants, unzipping and dropping them down your thighs, revealing the long thick bar of your erect penis straining against your blue boxer-briefs.

Monica cupped her mouth with her hand, "Oh! You're big as shit!"

You grin with delight, stroking the material of your underwear tight against your shaft to better show off your new endowment, "Heheh... Yea, I guess so. You know... I'm very much interested in the myth of the big black cock, Monica. I think we can tell that Jason is an outlier. But what's been your experience? Have you fucked a lot of black guys?"

The fact that she was still smiling during this ridiculous interrogation was insane, but it was perfectly clear based on her posture and manner that she found the current topic of conversation quite comfortable, "Uh yea, you could say that. Other than one time in college, I've been with black guys exclusively. And yea... it's a myth. Not one guy had a penis as big as that log you're sporting there. Come on, take it out, won't you please?

"Actually, that one time in college? That white guy you fucked? He had a big eight inch dick and he fucked you the best you've ever had. No one else has come close. Tell Jason all about it."

Neither of them found it odd, that you knew this. Or they didn't notice, anyway. Instead, Monica got to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse, smiling nervously as she looked to her fiance, "I'm sorry, baby. Little white lie. Henry was a big white boy and... he knew what he was doing. And he made me cum like no one else. I'm sorry, baby."

"And all the black guys you fucked?" you prodded.

She shrugged off her blouse as her hands moved to her front bra clasp, her small black tits popping out delightfully with vigorous jiggling as she stared meaningfully at your crotch, "None of them were big. Black guys don't actually have big dicks automatically, you know that right? Porn is just... well, porn, right?"

You purse your lips and nod agreeably, shrugging your shoulders.

Then you slip your fingers into the waistband of your boxer-briefs as you tell them, "You both are going to be very turned on by the sight of my cock. Seeing it for the first time is going to put you both on the edge of cumming, for different reasons, of course. Monica, because big dicks are sexy as fuck. Jason, because big white cocks are your fetish or at least watching them fuck hot chicks is."

You thrust your underwear down to wrap around your thighs and your ferociously erect penis flies upward. Monica and Jason's eyes both land right on your enormous erection.

"Oh Shit!" Monica exclaims levelly before she shifts her body and scoffs behind her hands. Soon she was smiling, eyes shining as she shot some comparative glances back and forth between you and her fiance who was putting on his own eye-catching show...

Jason's penis jumps, growing in size rapidly until it slaps his navel forcefully and points at the ceiling. His eyebrows shoot for the ceiling as he stares right at your cock, his hand wrapping and urgently tugging on his newly erect penis. The power of your words was instantly clear and obvious as he started partially thrusting his hips, basically fucking his hand, his lips pulled back to reveal the lines of his clenched white teeth in a half mad Joker grin/ half grimace of pain.

He started grunting loudly and began to shake, his fist a blur. A white rope of cum erupted from his dick, splattering across the floor. "Fuckfuck-FUCK!" he cursed frantically, eyes wide as if he was unable to believe what was happening. Spurt after spurt followed, as he pumped the contents of his balls onto the already stained carpeting. He had to support himself bent over hands on his knees as he finished cumming, the last of his sperm dripping from the end of his cock.

Monica was in a similar situation, leaning forward as she stared at your dick, her mouth hanging open. She has both hands pushed into the front of her pants as her wide hips rocked and rolled, "Oh wow, John! Ohmygod you weren't joking! That's such a big cock! It's making me want to-JASON! You're cumming! WHATTHEFUCK! Oh fuck! I'm cumming too! Ahhh!"

You let the two of them catch their breath for a minute, before you stand up and step out of your pants and boxers. You approach Monica and wrap your arms around her and pull her hips in tight to crush your erection between the two of you, both your hands grabbing her ass. She gasps with surprise, looking up at you but she accepts your mouth as it descends upon hers, her tongue pressing against yours as you thrust it past her lips.