[Black Penis Fetish] (1-9 complete) Author: Rousseau

Black Penis Fetish 　　Author
: Rousseau 　　Translator
: Lucky973 (性运儿　　) 　　Word 　　Count
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**************** 　　... 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　"He's just...shy." 　　"He must be a loser." 　　"He's not!" 　　"Ugh, Judy! If he hasn't fucked you yet, something's definitely wrong. Either he's mentally 　　unstable, or his dick is." 　　"Melinda, that's so mean." Judy was genuinely annoyed. 　　"Fine, tell me yourself." 　　"What do you mean?" 　　"I mean, it's unfair for him to let you starve." Melinda said sarcastically. 　　"I'm not starving." 　　"Honey, you've been dating that guy for almost six weeks. And you still haven't had his dick, 　　have you? That's what I call starving. Of course, they might have invented some 　　new terms I haven't heard of. But I don't believe there are any terms I don't know." 　　"You're just always in heat," Judy retorted bluntly. 　　“Wrong, I’m not ‘always in heat,’” Melinda said seriously. “However, that’s exactly 　　what I’m saying. My boyfriends fuck me, and they both do a good job. Otherwise, they wouldn’t touch me again. This isn’t 　　being in heat; it’s satisfaction. You’re the one who’s in heat but doesn’t get satisfied. If you say you don’t want 　　it at all, then maybe you need to see a doctor and get your orifices checked.” 　　“Melinda,” Judy snapped angrily, “it’s just a difference of opinion between us.” 　　“Correction, dear roommate,” Melinda retorted. 　　“My view is more mature. I used to be like you, preferring decent, refined, friendly 　　, talkative, and considerate men. They can be trusted and maintain a respectful distance. In particular 　　, they would never pose a threat to you.” 　　“Well said,” Judy interrupted. “What’s wrong with not wanting to be raped?” 　　“Yes, roommate, absolutely. But you’re missing the point. Ultimately, ‘rape’ is just you 　　treating it as rape. When a girl is cooperative, you can’t call it rape. I learned the pleasure of cooperating with men 　　. And, maybe add, the pleasure of manipulating men.” 　　“Melinda, that’s a really cold-hearted attitude towards relationships.” 　　“Oh… I see. That’s your problem: you’re confusing sex with relationships. That’s wrong 　　, wrong! You should never do anything that limits your choices. Hey, it’s the twentieth century, after all 　　.” 　　Judy was confused and sighed. She must have been clearly at a loss, because at that moment Melinda 　　came over and sat down next to her, putting an arm around her shoulder in a friendly manner and asking, “Judy, can I ask you a 　　crude personal question?” 　　“Of course,” Judy answered hesitantly. 　　Melinda looked down at her meticulously manicured long nails, pondering how to phrase her question. "I'll be blunt and 　　ask directly: Are you a virgin?" 　　Judy didn't want to appear nervous, but she couldn't help stiffening. 　　Melinda's hand remained on Judy's shoulder. "It's okay," Melinda said teasingly. 　　"You don't have to play dumb with me. We're friends, right?" 　　"Yes…" Judy muttered dejectedly. "I feel so stupid… like a nerd." 　　"No, not like that. You're not a nerd. But you dated a nerd. Tell 　　me honestly, how did he do it?" 　　"What do you mean?" 　　"You're asking me what I mean? I'll be very clear—'How did he do it to you'. I mean, did 　　he pounce on you? Put his hand inside your pants… or something else?" 　　Judy shrugged helplessly. 　　"Are you kidding me?" Melinda exclaimed in surprise. 　　Judy simply shook her head. 　　“Good heavens! Six weeks! No groping around in the dark? He at least kissed you, surely he did too, right 　　?” 　　“Yes.” 　　“But I dare say, there wasn’t a single spark!” Melinda laughed. 　　“But…” Judy protested. “He was so…safe.”

“Then tell me, why should I have believed you so easily?”
Judy lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking she wouldn’t have a good time in this dorm room
. When she left home for college, her parents said she would definitely miss home. Now, halfway through her freshman year
, Judy still felt like an alien. Melinda had forced and frankly
brought up this crucial question because of Judy’s awkwardness. She should be thanking Melinda, though. Instead, she felt
like a deformed monster in Melinda’s eyes.
“You don’t need to worry too much,” Melinda finally reassured her. “There’s no
better place in the world to sleep with boys than Rollins. Rollins has a better ratio, I mean
the ratio of boys to girls.”
“That doesn’t work on me,” Judy said, still frustrated.
"Why?"
"Because I don't know what to do. I'm scared."
"So what? Everyone's scared the first time. I was too."
"When was that?"
"I was only thirteen—I was precocious, okay? But that doesn't matter. See, the point is you
get a guy to sleep with you." Hearing this, Judy tensed up again, but Melinda pretended not to notice
and continued. "And that guy has to be willing to do everything. I mean, once you accept
that you're ready and willing to do it, the rest is simple. You just need to find a
man who can guide you. I'm telling you: Jimmy isn't that kind of guy."
"He's really sweet," Judy retorted.
"Chocolate is sweeter, and less trouble. Too bad he can't be a dick."
"You don't understand, I really like him."
"Then you two can be pen pals," Melinda said, both amused and exasperated. “Judy, we’re talking
about intense fucking dynamics here , understand? Can you keep up with what I was saying earlier? Big dick and little
pussy… the two of them together, that kind of good stuff. Wet, sticky, squelching intercourse. When you’re being
pinned down on a haystack for a quickie, you don’t want the other person to be polite. You don’t want to follow predetermined
rules of etiquette. Seriously, you don’t want any constraints at all. Like… some positions…”
Melinda paused, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Her thoughts wandered along a dreamy tangent, veering
off course.
“Please stop, Melinda,” Judy pleaded, her face flushed with embarrassment. Although she didn’t want to
ignore it.
"Why not? Why shouldn't I tell you? You have no experience, do you?"
"Yes, I already told you."
"Fine. Let me tell you about that guitarist I met in Phoenix once..."
"Later...please, later, Melinda! I have a date tonight. There are some things I need to
think about."
"You mean you're still going to go see that idiot? Forget about him! Go to the Silver Dollar Bar
! Sit at the bar, sip a beer, and in less than five minutes, men will be lining up to flirt with you."
Judy looked at Melinda suspiciously, like she was a stranger.
"You don't believe me?" Melinda asked. She was truly shocked by Judy's naiveté. "You actually doubt me? You,
with such a pretty face, such a pair of breasts… and you still don't believe me? Little girl, if it were me, I
'd sell my mother for a face and breasts like yours. Hell, one pair of breasts is nothing. Someone as beautiful as you
, let alone a pair, just one would attract a whole row of men."
"Melinda, you're being silly." Imagining that there really were that many men in the bar, Judy started to
laugh.
"Wow, you're so clever. You're a very intelligent young lady, dear. You figured it out so quickly."
"Don't laugh at me, Melinda. I just can't help laughing."
"Yes, the key is not to complain. If you're always complaining, you won't attract men to sleep with you. That's
called 'Old Woman's Saying'."
"But…" Judy repeated the old cliché. “I don’t even know myself, whether I want to sleep with men
.”
“Ah, of course you don’t know. But you’ll have to do it someday, right? At least I haven’t heard you nagging about
going to a convent. And, unless I’m really mistaken, I haven’t received any serious lesbian
signals from you. So, someday in your life you ‘will’ sleep with a man. Right?”
“I guess so…”
“Well… tonight is that night! You’ve hit the jackpot, lucky girl! You!”
“I have a date with Jimmy tonight.”
Melinda sighed. “Fine… even so, we haven’t completely lost. Maybe you can
turn him into a real man… but first you have to tell me, are we sure yet—that he
has a penis?”
“You don’t know,” Judy said reluctantly. “Me too. But I’m assuming he does.”
“Then will it get hard?”
“Melinda!”
“Hey, don’t be shy. Have you ever seen it bulge in your pants? If he’s a man, his
dick will get hard every now and then when he’s with you. It’s like your nipples, he can’t control it.”
“Okay, I surrender…” Judy was completely exasperated with her roommate. “I’ve seen it bulge
.”
“That’s right. We’re finally on the right track.” Melinda jumped off her bed and ran to the dressing table. Running
and singing, "Hey-yo-ho, tonight we're going to break Judy's virginity!"
"Melinda! Stop singing!"
"You use vaginal suppositories during your period, don't you?"
"Melinda..."
"Believe me, the worst is probably already over. You've never used a banana?"
"Melinda!"
"Ah, don't blush. You're human too. You just don't want to admit it."
Judy giggled, finally admitting, "I used a brush once."
"Ouch! The bristles must have hurt, right?"
"Boring!"
"Alright, alright. I just wanted to see if you had one or two quirks too."
"If I did, I'd find them myself."
"But you won't know unless you look, darling."
************
Judy lay in bed. Melinda had already left after getting ready. She might not see her for the entire weekend
, or at least not until late at night. The dormitory was quiet on Friday night.
Rollins College was a renowned small private liberal arts college located in the American Midwest. The town it was in
was beautiful; the college buildings were quaint and old-fashioned. The college's endowment per student exceeded two million dollars, higher than the prestigious
Harvard. Its high-quality faculty and 5:1 student/faculty ratio rivaled Princeton University
.
The high tuition and rigorous selection process ensured that the quality of incoming students was comparable to Ivy League universities. Only those
academically excellent and financially well-off young elites had a chance of admission.
Judy doubted whether she would ultimately be able to adapt. She had an inexplicable feeling that, by comparison, she lacked
many of the experiences her classmates enjoyed.
Perhaps it was because Judy had attended a church school run by the Convent of Our Lady of Fortune for both junior and senior high school.
The students there all lived on campus. Their studies and lives were constantly under the vigilant and strict
watchful eyes of the nuns. Although the idea of choosing to live a life under the convent's cloisters had long been
erased from her mind, remnants of years of habits—especially those formed during puberty—
were clearly retained.
But Judy was by no means as Melinda had estimated. She was neither frigid nor virgin. Simply
put, she was merely a (untouched) virgin. No more, no less.
In fact, Judy knew her body very well. She knew the minute
details of every vital organ. She knew their needs precisely. She had learned long ago how to best satisfy her own needs. From
this perspective, boys—and their penises—were proven to be unnecessary.
Judy glanced at the alarm clock on the five-drawer dresser. 6:30. 8:00 sharp, not early, certainly not
late; Jimmy would call her from the lobby downstairs. Jimmy majored in computer science. Any deviation
was cursed to him. He emphasized punctuality. If Judy didn't meet his strict standards, Jimmy would
punish her severely.
An hour and a half… that meant Judy had time to play by herself. Time to touch herself.
Time to close her eyes and extract fantasies from her mind. Slowly narrowing down, focusing her attention on
the ever-burning flame between her legs. Letting the sensations that were already there (they were always there) intensify.
One hand began to move. Slow, deliberate movements, carefully executed. No need to rush. Time
was slowing down, almost stopping.
The silk thong clung to her labia, stuck there by the copious amounts of fluid gushing from deep within her
. A constant flow of vaginal fluid. Sticky, oily, and slippery, it seeped into the thin silk covering her vulva. A
shiny, wet patch spread and expanded.
Judy's hand touched the wet spot. A finger slid across the silk, rubbing her clitoris. Kneading
the tender flesh in the swampy mud inside her panties. Muscles twitched, nerves throbbed, and waves of agonizing sensation spread throughout
her body. It felt as if a hard, solid foreign object was filling her emptiness.
Judy's mind went blank. Sharp angles became rounded, straight lines became curved, and no two lines could
remain parallel or perpendicular. This was a parade, a grand carnival parade. Judy was naked and tied to
the front of the lead car in the parade. Intense stimulation gathered inside her like a thick fog, pushing outwards to
the surface of her skin.
She rubbed her clitoris vigorously, her fingers tracing the entire length of her vulva. Two labia minora,
swollen and engorged, peeked out from the half-open cleft, eagerly awaiting stimulation beneath the taut silk of her panties. More
vaginal fluid overflowed from her burning vulva inside the panties. She inserted a finger under the elastic band of the panties, hooking it and pulling them up to her thighs, revealing
the cleft.
Judy spread her legs wide, observing herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. The girl in the mirror stared intently
down, her bare legs revealing the cleft.
She placed her fingers on either side of the cleft, pressing them firmly against the soft labia. Pulling, pinching, probing…
Ah.
Vaginal fluid overflowed, nerves were triggered, and an itching sensation, like dense ant bites, rose and fell within the fully prepared vagina…
Ah, each wave of passion was directly transmitted to the center of the brain, then reflected back to the sensitive membrane of the vaginal cavity, stimulating the spinal cord
to send out more pleasure signals. This was an instinct inherited from biological evolution. Everyone has this
natural reaction. It's beyond self-control, beyond ethical logic, entirely triggered by nerve endings releasing certain
chemicals to stimulate the senses. We still only have a superficial understanding of the biochemical nature of this nerve stimulation.
Now, her fingers directly pinched the hard, swollen clitoris, its nerve endings bulging,
teasing the smooth, delicate skin of the clitoris, coated in slippery, lustful fluid. Judy gradually increased the pressure, slowly but steadily increasing the squeeze on the clitoris
. Ah!
She cried out. Or was it merely her imagination? But it didn't matter. Her world
had now degenerated to a narrow self confined to the extent of her consciousness, her female genitalia.
Judy let her feelings dominate, letting the churning desire within her body and the tingling itch on her skin develop as they pleased
. Pleasure soared along her nerves, triggering involuntary muscle spasms.
Large swathes of voluntary muscles contracted—relaxed—and then contracted again. Her arms and legs spasmed irregularly. Judy
parted her labia with her hands, touching the vaginal opening. The sphincter muscles forming the edge of the opening offered a token resistance to the intrusion, but quickly
surrendered to Judy's persistence.
A finger was inserted.
Then a second.
A spicy, hot flow squeezed out from between the vaginal walls and the finger, inexhaustible. The room was filled with a strong, sour
smell. Judy pulled her finger out and put it under her nostrils. She liked that pungent smell. It was her smell, the smell of sexual arousal
.
She sank into the wave of sexual excitement that swept through her body, feeling increasingly relaxed.
Her consciousness was serene. Judy had initially tried to banish all thoughts from her mind, but instead, a kaleidoscope of
images flashed through her head. Like an enthusiastic spectator, she watched, listened, and felt, now unable
to distinguish between reality and illusion. They were all mingled together. Judy had become a product of her own thoughts
.
She was nothing but an illusion, like those flickering, fleeting phantoms, destined to vanish without a trace
. After a brief moment of brilliance, she flashed through vast, boundless space, entering a desolate, absolute vacuum.
Meaningless babbling, like a baby's incoherent speech, was Judy's only means of filling the emptiness. Incessant chatter
juxtaposed with surreal faces, voices, and spaces… Judy's brain rapidly filtered the illusions, absorbing
the continuous pleasure emanating from her excited vaginal cavity. Her fingertips moved up and down, left and right, around her clitoris.
All her nerves were burning and hissing, the burning desire quickly reaching its limit. Incredible heat, endless
itching, and indescribable pleasure. Pleasure could be pain, and both were swirling in Judy's mind. But she
couldn't care less. Harder…faster… Judy's other hand slowly circled the edge of her vaginal opening,
a few fingers slipping inside, deeper and deeper. Touching the itchy hymen deep within the mud.
Melinda was right. Judy's hymen had long been a forgotten memory of blood and pain
. Years ago, in a locked room in the convent, it had succumbed to the wooden handle of a hairbrush. Torn
to shreds by the latter. Judy wondered if the nuns' nosy ears were pressed against her room door during those times
? Because rumors said the nuns always did. According to the rumors, the nuns knew exactly when you
masturbated, even when you talked about sex. They reported all the information they gathered to the priest. That way
, the priest would know if you were hiding anything during your confession.
Even so, many girls at Our Lady of Fortune School (Judy being one of them) bravely faced
the danger of being cursed by God and tormented by eternal hellfire, steadfastly keeping their terrible secrets. Now,
Judy no longer needed to hide… except for one thing: she didn't want to run into Melinda returning at this time
.
There was a great deal of freedom at Rollins Academy, though Judy wasn't quite used to it yet. She wondered, was that really the case
?
That was why Melinda had accepted her without question based solely on Judy's limited statements, allowing
her to live her disguised life. And Judy, earlier, had struggled to restrain herself. Even now, she only
secretly, just as she had at Our Lady of Fortune School, closed the door and indulged in pleasure in the dark.
"Ah—ah…" Judy burst into a passionate cry. It was an involuntary exclamation
, an extension of her powerful need.
Judy parted her three fingers inside her vagina, stretching the opening to its maximum possible extent. Twisting, swaying
, thrusting in and out, moving violently. Heavier and heavier… Meanwhile, her other hand continued to knead and pinch her clitoris
. Ah.
Faster, faster… faster than the eyes could keep up, as fast as a bullet. As powerful as…
“Ah, God,” Judy cried out again. This time, she let her passion rise uncontrollably, letting
the pleasure run wild. The fingers thrust faster and faster…
An explosion.
A bolt of lightning. A
kaleidoscope of colors.
Drums and
gongs resounding. Fireworks
filling the sky. A procession marches majestically.
A crowd surges wildly.
Withered branches sprout in spring.
Lightning strikes the earth… Once, twice.
Giant waves are cleaved.
Heaven opens its gates.
A new star is born in the universe.
The Milky Way forms, evolves, and takes shape from the primordial chaos… Waves of climax continue to crash over Judy. Pushing her to the limit of endurance, 　　forcing a suffocating scream
from her throat … 　　Then, everything returns to calm. Silence. 　　Judy's body returned to normal, and her mind resumed its normal function. 　　Now that her burning desire had been extinguished, perhaps Judy could enjoy discussing esoteric theories with Jimmy 　　. Listening to him talk about matrix factorization, expansion factors, and linear vector deviations. 　　Perhaps. 　　Chapter Two . 　　William watched in astonishment as Mary rode on his penis, swaying back and forth freely. He marveled at how this 　　instinct was likely a gene planted in her mother's genes at the time of conception. Such incredibly complex and diverse behavior would likely 　　remain inexplicable even by behavioral scientists decades from now. Even the other guys watching were too astonished 　　to utter a sound. 　　An old-fashioned loudspeaker was playing an ambiguous, erotic song. The cheerful lyrics drifted through the halls of Mecca. 　　Mecca was a well-known coffee shop off campus. Students ineligible for the fraternity's weekend 　　orgies gathered there. Those loudspeakers were incredibly valuable when Mecca was first established. After 　　years of wear and tear, they were now rare technological variations. 　　Nevertheless, the lyrics of the new song, "The Slug Boy's Slime and the Mucus 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 color-coded flashlights 　　on Jimmy's thick glasses creating interesting patterns. "Have you ever slept with a girl?"

Jimmy didn't need to ask again to understand. To him, the behavior was nothing more than instinct and conditioned reflex.
It began in Taiyuan.
Jimmy had long ago resolved to build his life into a model where logic and rational thinking were paramount and reigned supreme
. Therefore, he absolutely could not tolerate thinking with his lower body. To let primal urges, unpredictable
(and often 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 its power source. We can naturally infer a similar outcome. 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 still lingered; Jimmy's answer seemed to be slowly forming. His
voice stopped in mid-air. Like a whistle, until the air was expelled from his lungs and the sound was slowly squeezed out.
Jimmy was like a slowly deflating balloon, beginning to collapse.
"I'm asking you something," Judy pressed.
Jimmy's mouth moved, but no meaningful words came out. Judy decided that whatever Jimmy wanted to say
, 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,
featuring new compositions from the department's electronic music lab. It began with a concerto played by buzzers, brass instruments, wrenches, and
a pre-recorded CD on a 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 their music. The final piece of the concert was titled "Cough in Dead Silence," and it
was performed with audience participation. No sound was allowed except where the conductor pointed. There, the audience coughed. 　　Throughout the performance, Judy felt like she was sitting
on pins and needles .
The agonizing screams of electronic music filled her ears, and Judy comforted herself—
at least there was another human being beside her. Several times, she had forced herself to resist the urge
to touch Jimmy's penis.
She had truly tried her best to restrain herself. Now, Judy was glad about it. What was the point of this date? Melinda
's sharp comment crawled in her mind like a worm. Come to think of it, Jimmy was somewhat like that worm. Look
at his clumsy posture, his irregular features, and his thick, nearsighted glasses that looked like fly eyes!
Nevertheless, Jimmy seemed somewhat dejected because Judy was about to end their date.
"You...you want me to go back to the 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, unwilling to give up, said, "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. She hurriedly pulled her wrist away from Jimmy's grasp. "I
think... I... um... I'll probably have a headache tomorrow."
"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's useless."
"Then try..."
"That's the same. Useless. All useless. 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 method. She felt a pang of sadness. But she knew she'd 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 irrelevant. Whether Jimmy was a man was no longer Judy's concern
.
"I'm tired, Jimmy. You can walk me back to the dorm if you want…or…"
"Ah, no! I won't let you walk back alone."
Judy studied him again. Perhaps Jimmy's face wasn't as bad as she'd initially thought. It was his
hair. Like a toilet seat…he'd never even 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 just call him a nerd.
And those glasses. "God, with this, astronomers can discover the tenth planet without telescopes
!"
Judy suddenly impulsively reached out and snatched Jimmy's glasses. 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...what am I doing...Ika...um, Jimmy, what are you talking about? I'm just a little
curious, that's all."
"Curious about what?" "
Curious about what your face looks like in a glass jar." Judy giggled. On a whim, she grabbed
Jimmy's arm. "Hey, come home with me."
William watched the couple leave from behind. After William and Mary finished, William handed her over to
the next person in line, came out of the small room, and went into the hall. He stood in the center of the hall, holding a large mug of beer in both hands
. Nothing in his eyes was square or stable. He himself was swaying, and balance was an impossible
task. One thing he was doing all along was making things worse—tilting his neck back and gulping
down beer 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 men in the hall cheered enthusiastically for William. He tilted his head
back and leaned back, pouring the beer into his mouth. As the two-liter glass dwindled, everyone clapped and cheered
for William (clearly, 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—oh! William's head slammed heavily onto the concrete floor. The remaining beer spilled all
over him. The glass spun around on William before shattering on the floor. Spilled beer foam and shards
of glass covered him.
"Ugh—damn it!" he burped, chuckling and cursing. "Looks like I'll have to start all over again."
No one doubted that William wasn't serious. Everyone in Mecca respected his ambition. Unfortunately,
William's brain was too small to complete the task. They carried him back to the dormitory, quickly passing Judy and
Jimmy. William began vomiting as soon as they reached the gate and never woke up again.
Jimmy turned to Judy with disgust and said, "I can't believe they admitted someone like this to the college
."
"Jimmy, come home with me. Oh, here are your glasses. I don't want you stepping on William's vomit
."
************
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
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 confused. 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 we're going to your room?"
Now it was Judy's turn to stare blankly at Jimmy. A girl's hints could elicit a million different reactions, but
Jimmy's blankness didn't fall into any of them. Judy felt like she was wasting 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, and Judy noticed that Jimmy's hands were sweaty. Worse, 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 worry,
or perhaps closer to fear. Think about it, the situation now was that what she wanted to do was practically asking for trouble
.
But... that tingling sensation she had 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 used a series of tricks to try and postpone the inevitable
. Jimmy had never been to Judy's dorm room before. In fact, Judy rarely went to Jimmy's room either.
They discussed math in Jimmy's room. Only in math could Judy barely keep up with Jimmy. Afterwards,
Judy even managed to convince herself that she had had a pleasant weekend.
So, Jimmy rushed to the bookshelf as soon as he entered, making an exaggerated show of enthusiasm for Judy's elective 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."
"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."
"Really? I have an idea; I bet you can understand me just as well, or even more."
"What—how—is—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.”
“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 thinking. They turn you from a three-dimensional living person 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
do what you feel like. At least a few times now and then.”
“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 a phallus, an ancient symbol of fertility. “phallus, male genitalia.”
A statue. 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 would be a bridge. A bridge to connect her cunt, “cunt, female genitalia,” with a
real, living (Judy sincerely hoped) pulsating phallus.
“Jimmy, I could come to you and save you. But that would be really disappointing.”
Jimmy remained in the same spot. He didn’t move. Damn it, Judy finally understood—he couldn’t move
.
Jimmy was terrified. The poor idiot was completely frozen in fear.
"Jimmy, I wasn't trying to scare you," Judy pleaded. "I wanted to get you back to your old self.
What's wrong with you? Why are you so afraid of me?"
"I think..." Jimmy stammered. "I... I'd better... leave."
"Jimmy!" Judy snapped.
"Okay, okay, I'll stay."
"Do you like me?"
"Um, no... I mean... I mean..."
"Jimmy, remember this: anything you don't have won't hurt you."
Jimmy thought seriously for a moment, then declared, "Your argument doesn't make sense."
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 certainly
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 would be better if you just obeyed? 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 thought, taking a deep breath, and trying 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. Please 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 that 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.”
“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 it's our last hope. Stop asking questions. You should stop thinking and just act on instinct
. If you ask why about everything, and think about the reasons 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 the glass and said fiercely, "If you don't behave, I'll shove the drink down your throat.
You damn 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 alcohol. Her anger flared up again, and she threw another tantrum.
"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 chimed in. "You should at least follow the rules."
"What nonsense!"
The two started arguing.
"God! You shouldn't believe girls can do anything right,"
Jimmy said matter-of-factly. "Idiot, you have to add lemon and salt to tequila!"
"Really?" Judy asked timidly, unsure of herself.
"Of course. Do you even know a little bit of the rules of drinking?"
"How would you know? You don't drink."
"Can't I read a book even if I don't drink?"
"Lemon and salt?"
"That's right."
Now Jimmy was a little uneasy. Judy glanced at his crotch. She saw a bulge.
A bulge!
Judy rushed 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 thought 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 quickly, grab his penis, and take control.
Unless
…
well… what was next?
Judy had read a lot about the art of what to do next, and she knew it quite 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 that her
efforts to salvage tonight's date had failed. Indeed, it was destined to be disastrous from the start. Judy was at a loss, with almost no
room for maneuver. Her final conclusion was that she was trapped.
Sigh, thinking about it wouldn't help. She should just lift her head, look ahead, and force a captivating
smile with her soft, sensual lips. Judy picked up the salt shaker and lemon slices and returned to Jimmy's spot. He stood still, his eyes darting around
, as if waiting for Judy to bring him something to check.
Judy told herself that this time she would get straight to the point. She put down the salt and lemon, and held out her hands...
The boy turned his face towards her. His eyes were fixed on Jimmy's. She sternly warned herself to
be 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?"
His jaw drooped. Great. Let this guy get dizzy, so he won't know what the next act is.
"You want to wear glasses?" Judy asked.
“Yes, that way I could easily see what you’re doing. I just… oh God. I really wish you hadn’t
done that…”
“What? Stuffing my glasses between my breasts? Don’t worry, they won’t go anywhere
. You can take your breasts out, why not?”
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?”
“A little,” the boy admitted.
“Why?” Jimmy’s honesty surprised Judy.
“Because you’re acting very differently today than I used to know you.”
“Well, much sexier than you usually are. Jimmy, we’ve been dating for a month and a half. Are
n’t you tired of having to masturbate yourself now? Don’t you want to try the real thing?”
“I have. Not always so excited.”
What do 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 space between his right thumb and forefinger, sprinkling salt
on the wet 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 made sense.
"Let me try," Judy eagerly requested.
She imitated Jimmy's procedure and found it tasted quite good.
Repeat once… and then again. Jimmy snatched the bottle, Judy took it back…
Jimmy got the bottle back.
They ate all the lemons.
They used up all the salt.
Soon, the bottle of wine was almost empty. Their conversation was filled with laughter and
incoherent chatter. The boy had opened up quite well, and Judy was about the same. She felt it was time to
carefully pass through the sieve.
"Jimmy, do you think I'm cute?"
"You're almost...perfect...no, exceptionally perfect."
"Okay, but am I cute?"
"You have a perfect pair of breasts." "
They're your nipples."
"Okay, you have a perfect pair of nipples."
"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.
A hand drew closer. But it was always blocked by an invisible barrier, and Jimmy didn't know
how to overcome it. Judy thought it best to help him now. So she carefully thrust her chest forward 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
grunted, but his hand remained on her cleavage.
Judy pushed her glasses up and down her sweatshirt, where they fell between her legs. Jimmy swallowed hard, his hand still
on Judy's chest.
"Hey, young man," Judy teased.
"I believe you've put your hand in a very awkward position."
"That's where you put it."
"Fine, now I want you to take it off."
"Why?"
"Because I really want to take this annoying sweatshirt off. What do you say?"
The boy's hand moved away. The girl's sweatshirt flew off. Judy
quickly fumbled around the lace of her bra, which was fastened behind her back, and found the hooks, trying to unfasten them, 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
unfasten it with one hand?
“Hey, Jimmy! Can you help me? I don’t think I can get this off.”
“I can’t even see what you’re saying.”
“Try to feel there slowly. You’ll definitely be able to get it off.”
The boy’s fingers crawled up to her breasts. Thank God she was drunk.
The feeling of the man’s fingers crawling on her body was so good. She just wasn’t going to admit that 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.
Jimmy tried to unhook Judy’s bra with trembling hands. After three clumsy attempts, he finally got it off
.
Seeing the white breasts jump out of their confinement, Jimmy groaned with excitement. A pair of mature breasts
bounced in his hands, constantly changing shape.
“My God…” the boy stared in disbelief.
“Jimmy, your crappy computers must never have encoded this kind of data,” the girl mocked.
“You’re right,” Jimmy admitted honestly. "I don't even know which language to use."
"Hmph?"
"To put it simply, Fortran might be well-suited for describing physiological parameters, while... well, basic..."
"Listen up, Jimmy." Seeing his old habit resurface, Judy quickly and sharply stopped him. "If you mention even
a single word about computers or any other fucking machine again, I'll kill you! Do you understand? I'll
rip your heart out of the box. 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 without letting go.
"Good job," Judy said domineeringly. "Now that you've already done that, why don't you take off your pants
? Your dick must be throbbing painfully right now."

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