[Black penis fetish] (2)

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Chapter Two.

William watched in astonishment as Mary rode on his penis, swaying back and forth freely. He marveled at

her instincts, which he suspected were genes planted when her mother conceived her. Such incredibly complex and diverse behavior was

something even our behavioral scientists probably wouldn't be able to explain decades from now. Even the other guys watching were too astonished

to utter a sound.

An old-fashioned loudspeaker was playing an ambiguous, lewd song. The cheerful lyrics drifted through the hall of Mecca.

Mecca was a well-known coffee shop off campus.

Students who weren't eligible for the fraternity's weekend lewd parties gathered at Mecca. Those loudspeakers were quite valuable when Mecca was first established. After

years of wear and tear, they were now rare technological variants. Despite this

, the lyrics of the new song, "The Slug Boy's Slime and the Mucous Membrane of a Thousand-Man Ride on a Slut,"

were still somewhat discernible. "

There's still a long way to go. I'm

burning with desire

. 　　There's still a long way to go

. I'm bound by greed . There's still a long way to go. 　　She's descending. 　　She'll eventually ride on my crotch. " 　　Jimmy, of course, didn't listen to the song. 　　"I can't believe it," he said to Judy, his tone as serious and respectful as ever. " They don't even know the difference between ROM and RAM. I was completely stunned, like, you know… and so, we started reading that input data…" 　　"Jimmy…" Judy interrupted her date. She noticed the new design of the 'Mecca'—a colorful flashing image— shimmering with interesting patterns on Jimmy's thick glasses. "Have you ever slept with a girl?" 　　Jimmy didn't need to ask further; he already knew. In his view, such behavior was nothing more than instinct and conditioned reflex. It began. 　Jimmy had long ago resolved to build his life into a model where logic and rational thinking were paramount and ruled everything 　　. Therefore, he absolutely could not tolerate thinking with his lower body. To let primal urges, unpredictable (and usually uncontrollable) bodily reflexes, and unpleasant instinctive movements—these harmful behaviors endlessly bother him. 　　Of course, Jimmy also had moments of relaxation. It was as if he were connected to a battery, but that battery had been disconnected from the power source that charged it. We can naturally infer similar results. Jimmy's jaw opened —or rather, drooped. It took a long time for it to fall. His vocal cords seemed to contract very slowly. Judy's unexpected question lingered; Jimmy's answer seemed to be slowly forming. His voice trailed off, like a whistle being pulled, until the sound was slowly squeezed out of his lungs. 　　Jimmy was like a slowly deflating balloon, beginning to collapse. 　　"I'm asking you," Judy pressed. 　　Jimmy's mouth moved, but no meaningful words came out. Judy decided that whatever , she'd better not listen. 　　"Jimmy, I'm a little tired," she said. 　　For their date today, Jimmy had taken Judy to a concert hosted by the college's music department. It was the opening performance, and the program was a new composition from the department's electronic music lab. It began with a concerto played by buzzers, brass, wrenches, and a pre-recorded CD loop. Next came a more obscure sonnet. It was played by thirteen musicians through thirteen radios. Each radio had its preset instructions, and the musicians precisely adjusted the radio frequency knobs to play music. The final piece of the concert was titled "Coughing in Dead Silence," and it was performed with audience participation. No sound was allowed throughout the performance, except where the conductor pointed. There, the audience emitted bursts of dry coughs. 　　Throughout the performance, Judy felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Her ears were filled with the painful screams of electronic music, and Judy comforted herself that at least there was another human being beside her. Several times, she had to forcefully suppress her impulses to refrain from touching Jimmy's penis. 　　She really did try her best to restrain herself. Now, Judy was happy about it. What was the point of this kind of date? May Linda's sharp comments crawled in her mind like a small insect. Thinking about it, Jimmy was somewhat similar to that insect. Look at his clumsy posture, his irregular features, and those thick, nearsighted glasses that look like fly eyes! 　　Despite this, Jimmy seemed rather dejected because Judy was about to end their date. 　　"You...you want me to go back to your dorm with you?" he asked. 　　"If you don't mind..." Judy replied. She realized that the languid tone in her voice wasn't feigned. 　　Jimmy was reluctant: "How about we meet again tomorrow? I love seeing you there." 　　"Where?" 　　"I'm debugging my new program on the 'Mark IV-700.' I'm sure I've corrected all the syntax errors in the source code. Tomorrow I'll debug the runtime errors..." 　　"No...thank you." Judy's head was spinning, and she hurriedly pulled her wrist away from Jimmy's grasp. "I think...I...um...I'll probably have a headache tomorrow." 1024xp.com 　　"Hmm?" 　　"Because...I washed my hair this evening." Judy corrected. "I always get a headache after washing my hair." 　　"Then why don't you..." 　　"I thought of that too. But it doesn't help at all." 1024xp.com 　　"Then try..." 　　"That's the same. Useless. None of it. Can we go now?"

Judy stood up and put on her coat. Jimmy looked at her blankly, utterly bewildered. Judy suddenly realized she

had found a cruel new way. She felt a pang of sadness. But she knew she would do anything to avoid

sitting there, listening to Jimmy's endless rambling about his semiconductor chip. He was like a

pre-recorded disc on a loop at a concert, never letting up. Melinda's question—was Jimmy crazy

?—suddenly became unimportant. Whether Jimmy was a man was no longer a concern for Judy

.

"I'm tired, Jimmy. If you'd like, you can walk me back to the dorm…otherwise…"

"Ah, no! I won't let you walk back alone."

Judy studied him again. Perhaps Jimmy's face wasn't as bad as she had initially thought. It was his

hair. Like a toilet seat…he had never considered styling it. If he were a cartoon character

, he should be called Ichabod. "Ichabod, a cartoon character with rosy cheeks, huge eyes, and

long eyelashes; slang for a man with a small penis." Or maybe just call him a nerd.

And those glasses. God, with them, astronomers could discover the tenth planet without a telescope

!

Judy suddenly impulsively reached out and snatched Jimmy's glasses off. Before Jimmy realized he was practically blind

, Judy had carefully put the glasses into her purse.

"Judy! For God's sake, what are you doing!"

"What am I doing... what am I doing... Ika... um, Jimmy, what are you talking about? I was just a little

curious, that's all."

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about what your face looks like in the glass jar." Judy giggled. On impulse, she grabbed

Jimmy's arm. "Hey, come home with me."

William watched the couple leave from behind. After William and Mary finished, he handed her over to the

next person in line, came out of the small room, and went into the hall. He stood in

the middle of . Nothing in his eyes was square or stable. He himself was swaying, and balance was an impossible

task. One thing he was doing continuously made things worse—tilting his neck back and

gulping like dirty bathwater flowing into a drain without a plug.

The alcohol flowed slowly but steadily down his esophagus, and surprisingly, almost not a drop landed on his face. Undoubtedly

, this was the work of an expert. Many of the half-drunk patrons in the hall cheered enthusiastically for William. He

proudly tilted his head back, tilted his head back, and poured the beer into his mouth. Seeing the liquid in the two-liter glass gradually decrease, everyone clapped and cheered

for William (obviously, Coca-Cola couldn't create such a commotion).

When only a quarter of the beer remained, William lost his balance. Without time to correct himself, he

fell backward. Thump! William's head slammed heavily against the concrete floor. The remaining beer spilled all

over him. The glass spun around on William before falling to the ground and shattering. Spilled beer foam and shards of

glass covered William.

"Ugh—damn it!" He burped and chuckled. "Looks like I'll have to start all over again."

No one doubted William wasn't serious. Everyone in Mecca respected his ambition. Unfortunately,

William's brain was too small to complete the task. People carried him back to the dormitory, quickly passing Judy and

Jimmy. William vomited as soon as they reached the gate and never woke up again.

Jimmy turned to Judy with disgust. "I can't believe they let someone like this into

the academy ."

"Jimmy, come home with me. Oh, here are your glasses. I don't want you stepping on William's vomit

."

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The two arrived at the lounge on the ground floor of the dormitory building. Jimmy hesitated, clearly not having found the right

words . Judy noticed the nerd's embarrassment and decided to make one last effort. If Melinda were to return, it wouldn't be

until after 3 a.m. She had plenty of time.

"Would you like to come upstairs?" Judy asked instead of inviting…

Jimmy looked at Judy blankly, seemingly unsure what she meant. Judy really wondered if Jimmy was asleep. She brought her

face close to the boy's nose and yelled, "Bang!"

Jimmy jumped in surprise. "Ah! You said to go to your room?"

Now it was Judy's turn to look at Jimmy expressionlessly. A girl's hints could elicit a million different reactions, but

Jimmy's blankness didn't fall into any of them. Judy felt she had wasted her energy.

She sighed and asked, "Going up or not?"

This time, Jimmy startled Judy. "Going up," he said firmly.

Holding hands, they entered the elevator. Judy noticed Jimmy's hands were sweaty. Worse still, she wasn't sure if

all the sweat was from Jimmy's hands. She felt a slight throbbing in her stomach and lower body. A hint of anticipation mixed with a touch of anxiety,

or perhaps more accurately, fear. Think about it, the situation was that what she wanted to accomplish was practically asking for trouble

.

But… that tingling sensation she'd struggled to extinguish earlier that evening was back. Back to

Judy's clitoris for revenge. If she wanted, she could use the Five Sisters again. But… right now,

there was a ready-made cock right there! Melinda's lectures wouldn't easily stop working in Judy's head. She

had to try.

However, as soon as Jimmy entered Judy's room, he immediately employed a series of tactics to postpone the inevitable…

Jimmy had never been to Judy's dorm room. Judy herself rarely went to Jimmy's room either.

They would discuss math in Jimmy's room. Only in math could Judy barely keep up with Jimmy. Afterwards,

Judy tried to convince herself that she had had a pleasant weekend.

So, when Jimmy came in, he rushed to the bookshelf, making exaggerated gestures and showing unparalleled enthusiasm for Judy's chosen subjects

. Unfortunately, the days of discussing math were over. Today, Judy didn't want books.

"Ignore those books, Jimmy," she firmly stopped him. "This isn't a library." 1024xp.com

"Ah... I've always thought it's interesting to see how someone chooses and arranges their bookshelves. It accurately reflects

how the bookshelf's owner sees themselves." 1024xp.com

"Really? I have an idea; I bet you can understand me the same way, or even more."

"What—how—to—do—it?" Jimmy asked. An inappropriate smile flashed across his face,

then returned to its usual expression.

“Come sit next to me on the bed, I’ll go get some wine.”

“I never drink.”

“I used to tell myself that.” 1024xp.com

“No, really, alcohol kills brain cells. And…”

“I think you can handle losing a few brain cells.”

“Huh?”

“Of course. You have too many brain cells, like cholesterol in your heart arteries. These and those cells start

clogging your mind. They turn you from a living person in three-dimensional space into a two-dimensional image.”

“I don’t see any solid scientific basis for your brilliant theory, Judy.”

“Don’t analyze. Don’t judge. Don’t think about anything! You think too much, Jimmy. You should just

go with the flow. At least do it a few times now and then.” 1024xp.com

“I…I won’t…”

“You still haven’t come sit next to me, Jimmy. In fact, you’re still standing there like a lost little boy

. Why is that?”

Jimmy swallowed hard.

“Take off your glasses, Jimmy.”

“Why?”

“Well, I want you to be close enough to see where you’re going without your glasses.”

“I think—I—I—I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Is that so?” Judy reached under the bed and pulled out a nearly untouched bottle of premium tequila.

The slender, black porcelain bottle resembled an ancient phallus, a male genital organ.

Judy had considered using it for her own purposes more than once, but had never actually done so. Now, if she

was lucky, this bottle could be a bridge. A bridge

to connect her cunt—the female genital organ—with a real, living (Judy sincerely hoped) pulsating phallus.

“Jimmy, I can come to you and save you. But that would be really disappointing.”

Jimmy remained standing in the same spot. He didn’t move. Damn it, Judy finally understood—he couldn’t move

.

Jimmy was paralyzed with fear. The poor idiot was actually frozen in terror.

“Jimmy, I’m not trying to scare you,” Judy had to persuade him. “I want to get you back to your old self.

What’s wrong with you, so afraid of me?”

“I think…” Jimmy stammered. “I… I’d better… leave.”

“Jimmy!” Judy shouted sharply.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay."

"Do you like me?"

"Um, no… I mean… I mean…" 1024xp.com

"Jimmy, remember this: Anything you don't have won't hurt you." 1024xp.com

Jimmy thought seriously for a while, then finally announced, "Your argument doesn't make sense." 1024xp.com

Judy smiled. "Then, the fact that I'm going to pour tequila into the glass makes no sense either. It makes no sense that I

invited you to sit on the bed with me; it makes no sense that you're still standing there. Jimmy, if you

insist on making me beg you, I'll remember this. One day I'll get my revenge and make sure you don't have a good time either. You definitely

won't like things turning out that way. Because if I don't get what I want, I'll become very ruthless

and seek revenge. Don't you think it'd be better if you listened? Shouldn't you come over here right now, you

little thing!"

"Yes, yes!" Jimmy replied, hastily obeying. Judy, on the other hand, wondered if all this scheming was

worth it .

Her clitoris itched; his penis was throbbing.

Yes, Judy took a deep breath, thinking, and tried again. She picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. " Jimmy

, are you still a virgin? Is this why all this happened? You know, if you're

a virgin, I'm a virgin too. Tell me, tell me the truth. You see, it hasn't

been easy for me to get over this. You have to face the fact: I'm a woman, and you're a man. This means we

had endless opportunities, but for a month and a half we haven't even started exploring... Here, drink this

."

Judy handed Jimmy a glass filled with golden liquid.

Jimmy took a small sip.

A few minutes later, when Jimmy stopped coughing, Judy said calmly, "Very good, you only spilled less than

half. Let's refill it."

"No... please don't! I insist. Don't bother anymore."

"Jimmy, shut up!"

She handed him the glass; he stared at the liquid as if it were radioactive plutonium.

"Drink it."

"Why drink it?"

"Because that's our last hope. Stop asking questions. You should stop thinking and just act on instinct

. If you ask 'why' about everything, and try to figure out the reason before you even breathe, you'd

be dead in the cradle the day you were born."

"That doesn't make sense..." Jimmy muttered again.

Judy grabbed her glass and said fiercely. "If you don't behave, I'll shove the drink down your throat. 1024xp.com

You fucking idiot." "

Hmm—maybe she should have drunk that first glass slower herself."

Judy's sudden outburst threw Jimmy off balance, making him obediently follow her orders. As Judy brought the glass to

his lips, Jimmy meekly let the spicy liquid flow into his mouth. Unexpectedly, he choked and coughed violently, spraying Judy with a

cloud of liquid. Her anger flared again, and she erupted in rage once more.

"Idiot!" Judy yelled.

Jimmy, however, wasn't embarrassed at all. On the contrary, he actually felt he was right.

"It tastes awful..." Jimmy protested.

"Of course! What do you want to drink? Soda?"

"Bullshit!" Jimmy retorted, getting even more enthusiastic. "You should at least follow the rules." 1024xp.com

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

The two started arguing.

"God! You simply shouldn't believe that girls can do anything right."

Jimmy said matter-of-factly. "Idiot, you should add lemon and salt to tequila!" 1024xp.com

"Really?" Judy asked timidly, unsure of herself. 1024xp.com

"Of course. Don't you know even the slightest bit of the rules of drinking?"

"How could you know? You don't even drink."

"I don't drink, but can't I read?"

"Lemon and salt?"

"That's right."

Now Jimmy was a little uneasy again. Judy glanced at his crotch. She saw a bulge.

A bulge!

Judy hurried to the small refrigerator in the corner of the room. She found a lemon that was once smooth and firm, but now wrinkled and limp

. "Should I slice it?" she asked. “Of course

,” Jimmy replied. “Unless you want to eat the whole thing.”

What was going on? Judy wondered in astonishment. Had the bespectacled, beetle-like Jimmy suddenly become incredibly intelligent? This would

n’t do. She had to get back to the bedside as quickly as possible and grab his penis. Make a firm stance and regain control of the situation

.

Unless…

well… what’s next?

Judy had read quite a bit about the art of what to do next, and she knew it pretty well. She remembered all the instructions…

which wedge went into which slot, which line bent where… but what position? What attitude should she

maintain ? When should she shout? She wasn’t sure. And she didn’t want to be seen as a hopeless

amateur, a complete novice when it came to sex! That would reduce her to

the same level as Jimmy and his kind of clever amoebas.

Judy sighed. Maybe Melinda was right? The mounting evidence suggested her

efforts to salvage tonight's date had failed. Indeed, it was doomed from the start. Judy was at a loss, with almost no

room to maneuver. Her final conclusion was that she was trapped.

Oh well, thinking about it wouldn't help. She lifted her head, looked ahead, and gave a

captivating . Judy picked up the salt and lemon slices and returned to Jimmy. He stood still, his eyes darting

around as if waiting for Judy to bring him something to check.

Judy told herself she would get straight to the point this time. She put down the salt and lemon, cupped

the boy's face in her hands, and turned it towards her. Her eyes were fixed on Jimmy's. She sternly warned herself to appear

genuine, or she'd burst out laughing.

Hey… not necessarily. He wasn't that bad up close. But, God! Take those damn

glasses off. Judy ripped them off Jimmy's face.

"Do you really feel the need to do this?" Jimmy began to analyze again.

Judy stared at the boy, who looked rather handsome without his glasses. "Jimmy, do you really want to have a serious

discussion with me about what I suddenly feel the need for?"

Her jaw drooped. Perfect. Let this guy get dizzy, so he won't know what's next.

"You want to wear glasses?" Judy asked. 1024xp.com

“Yes, that way I can definitely see what you’re doing more easily. I just… oh God. I really wish you hadn’t

done that…”

“What are you doing? Putting your glasses between my breasts? Don’t worry, they won’t go anywhere else

. You can take your breasts out, why not?” 1024xp.com

Jimmy stared at her, dumbfounded; Judy looked down at his penis. The bulge between his legs was like the moon,

rising.

Judy smiled: “Jimmy, are you a little afraid of me?” 1024xp.com

“A little.” The boy admitted.

“Why?” Jimmy’s honesty surprised Judy. 1024xp.com

"Because your behavior today is so different from the you I used to know." 1024xp.com

"Yeah, way more flamboyant than you're used to. Jimmy, we've been dating for a month and a half. Are

n't tired of having to masturbate yourself? Don't you want to try the real thing?" 1024xp.com

"I've thought about it. Not always so excited." 1024xp.com

What should you do with this kind of person? How do you answer this kind of question? You ignore it. You pick up your glass and take a

big gulp.

"No, no," Jimmy scolded, reaching for the lemon and salt.

"Let me show you." He licked the web between his right thumb and forefinger, sprinkling salt

on the damp skin. Then he took a slice of lemon, licked the salt, took a sip of tequila, and bit into the lemon

. The series of movements was fluid and seamless.

"Is this the secret to drinking?" Judy was dumbfounded.

"Exactly," Jimmy replied. Then they began to seriously discuss

the series of chemical reactions involved in mixing acidic lemon juice with sodium chloride from salt, plus the key ingredients tequila and alcohol

.

In the past, Judy hated Jimmy's lectures like this, but today they had meaning.

"Let me try," Judy eagerly requested.

She imitated Jimmy's procedure and found that it did indeed taste good. 1024xp.com

repeated once…and then again. Jimmy snatched the bottle, and Judy took it back…1024xp.com

Jimmy got the bottle back.

They ate all the lemons.

They used up all the salt.

Soon, the bottle of wine was almost empty. At this point, their conversation was filled with laughter. Plus, 1024xp.com

nonsense. The boy had opened up quite well, and Judy was half as much. She felt it was time to

carefully pass the sieve through.

"Jimmy, do you think I'm cute?" 1024xp.com

"You're almost...perfect...no, exceptionally perfect."

"Okay, but am I cute?"

"You have a perfect pair of breasts."

"They're your nipples."

1024xp.com Okay, you have a perfect pair of nipples." 1024xp.com

"Do you want to see them?"

"I can't see anything. You took my glasses, don't you remember?"

"Then why don't you get them yourself?" Judy pointed to her chest. 1024xp.com

So, a hand came closer and closer. But it was always blocked by an invisible barrier, 1024xp.com and Jimmy didn't know

how to overcome it. Judy thought that she should help him now. So she carefully straightened her chest to reach Jimmy's hand.

Grabbing his hand, she guided it to her cleavage. This knocked Jimmy's glasses off Judy's chest and onto the hem of her sweatshirt.

Jimmy snorted, but his hand remained at her cleavage without backing down. 1024xp.com

Judy pushed her glasses up and down her sweatshirt, letting them fall between her legs. Jimmy swallowed hard, his hand

still on Judy's chest.

"Hey, young man," Judy teased. 1024xp.com

"I believe you've put your hand in a very awkward position."

"That's what you did."

"Okay, now I want you to take it off." 1024xp.com

"Why?"

"Because I really want to take this annoying sweatshirt off. What do you say?" 1024xp.com

The boy's hand moved away. The girl's sweatshirt flew off. Judy

quickly fumbled around the bra's lace trim, finding the hooks and trying to unhook it, but couldn't. Cough! Looks like she's

a little drunk. Ha-ha, let's try again. Damn! Still can't get it off. Can boys really learn

to undo it with one hand? 1024xp.com

"Hey, Jimmy! Can you help me? Looks like I can't get this off." 1024xp.com

"I can't even see what you're saying." 1024xp.com

"Try to slowly feel there. You'll definitely be able to get it off." 1024xp.com

The boy's fingers crawled onto her breasts. Thank God, she was drunk.

The feeling of a man's fingers crawling on her body was so good. It's just that she wasn't going to admit it felt the same as when she was sober. But then again,

if they weren't drunk, she probably wouldn't have let the boy stay in her room for so long. 1024xp.com

Jimmy shakily tried to unhook Judy's bra. After three clumsy attempts, he finally managed to unhook it. 1024xp.com

Seeing

her white breasts jump out of their confinement, Jimmy groaned excitedly. A pair of mature breasts bounced in his

hands , constantly changing shape.

"My God..." The boy was dumbfounded.

“Jimmy, your damn computers have never encoded data like 1024xp.com,” the girl mocked.

“You’re right,” Jimmy admitted honestly. “I don’t even know which language to use.”

“Huh?”

“Simply put, Fortran might be good for describing physiological parameters, while BASIC…”

“Listen up, Jimmy.” Seeing him relapse, Judy quickly cut him off sharply. “If you mention

even one more word about computers or any other machine, I’ll kill you! Do you understand? I’ll

rip your heart out. I’ll throw your stinking corpse out the window to feed the dogs. Do you understand what I’m saying? Have I made

you understand? I don’t want to keep repeating these things. No more repeating, never again.”

Jimmy’s hands trembled with fear, but his fingertips firmly gripped Judy’s full breasts.

“Good job,” Judy said domineeringly. "Since you've already done it, why don't you take

your pants ? Your dick must be throbbing painfully right now." 1024xp.com

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