[Black penis fetish] (5)

Chapter Five.

Judy found herself in a long corridor. Ahead of her, "The Harp," a tall, agile, brown-haired

naked man, moved like flowing water towards a doorway in the distance. Beyond the rectangular doorway,

the green tiles on the bathroom walls shimmered faintly under the dim fluorescent light.

"The Harp" disappeared into the doorway without even glancing back. He wanted women to offer

themselves willingly. Judy, following behind, was indignant. This bastard, who gave him such power? Everyone had to

sell themselves to him. Was he that confident?

Hmm—Judy thought again, who gave her the right to criticize him so easily?

He was just himself.

An uncivilized, large-dicked beast. In the end, it all came down to that black, fleshy pillar. If

she wanted, Judy could easily have chosen to leave.

But she didn't.

"Where are you?" Judy called out as soon as she entered the large, tiled room. She only heard her own

echo.

On the wall to Judy's right were ten identical washroom mirrors. The mirrors were speckled with splattered

toothpaste or shaving cream. Below them were ten white sinks. Likewise, the basins were covered in

suspicious stains.

"Hey..." This time, Judy called out louder.

The only response was a gurgling sound coming from the corner of the room. Judy walked over, past a row of men's

urinals, then a room full of wardrobes, and finally into a large, steamy space. Through the steam, Judy

saw "The Harp" waiting for her. His giant-like limbs danced, like a brown satyr (a

forest god in Greek mythology, known for its unrestrained pleasure-seeking; humanoid yet possessing goat-like pointed ears,

short horns, and thin legs; most strikingly, a giant phallus).

Ah, no… he wasn't dancing. "The Harp" was merely lathering

himself with soap. Judy stood outside the bathroom, feeling utterly foolish and clumsy.

"What should I do?" she asked blankly.

"The Harp" ignored her, continuing to hum happily.

Judy had to say again, "Well, I can't just come in here with you like this, can I?"

"Darling, the world is full of opportunities," "The Harp" smiled slyly, like a philosopher. " All

a person needs to do is: when you encounter something, seize it immediately; when there's an advantage, grab it quickly.

Do you understand, little white lady?"

"But...but..."

"Harp" began lathering his penis with soap. He vigorously rubbed the soap between his legs, the force and speed astonishing

Judy. It was as if he were torturing his own penis.

Seeing a pair of egg-sized testicles swinging back and forth and slapping left and right under "Harp's" rough handling,

Judy asked worriedly, "Aren't you afraid of hurting them?"

"Harp" laughed heartily, "Of course. I'm always afraid of becoming childless. But I'm also

a veteran, practicing every day." After saying that, "Harp" looked down at Judy: "If you come to the bathroom like this, 1024xp.com

your clothes will be soaked in no time."

"But..." Judy hesitated.

"Harp" didn't answer.

Judy looked around; it seemed there was no one else here. This doesn't make sense. Several sports teams live in this dormitory building

. Why haven't I seen any other athletes? Maybe it's just bad timing, Judy reassured herself.

Finally, she made a decision. Like many decisions she'd made before—follow her instincts.

Judy lifted her sweater, took it off her head…folded it, and placed it on a clean bench.

Then she took off her old sneakers, socks, and skirt…folded them as well, and placed them on her jersey. Ah…the feeling of the hot

steam on her skin is really nice. Now, take off her bra…finally…Judy suddenly stopped.

She couldn't bring herself to take off her panties in front of a strange, naked Black man.

It wasn't a lack of willpower. Judy had plenty of willingness. Simply put, it was muscle incoordination.

For some reason, the command center in her brain hadn't connected with her hands and feet. Nothing was in place.

Judy looked down at her bare breasts. She watched them slowly sway up and down.

She felt her nipples tighten.

Their erect tissue was rapidly swelling with blood. The same process was happening to Judy's lower body. Her clitoris

was also swelling and hardening with blood. Despite (perhaps "because") her desire growing stronger, Judy stood outside

the bathroom unable to move an inch.

She looked up pitifully.

The brown giant reached out a helping hand from the misty heaven.

"The Harp" came to Judy through the steamy mist. Hmm…

he didn't seem that tall—if you stood on tiptoe to reach him; and he lowered his head to meet

you.

"My God, you have such sweet breasts,"

"The Harp" exclaimed, kissing Judy's lips directly.

Judy stood on tiptoe, trying her best to remain still.

Harp's large lips easily captured Judy's small mouth. She felt the man's tongue

slip , licking along the edge of hers. But Harp's tongue didn't force its way into Judy's mouth.

Harp released Judy and walked to the innermost wall. There was a row of various shower heads there,

some still dripping. He turned on all the faucets one by one. Hot water

gushed from the showerheads one after another. The drain was in the center of the slightly concave bathroom floor. Wastewater flowed into the concave area, away from the showerheads being used

. The already steamy bathroom became even more filled with splashing water and thicker steam.

The steam was so thick that Judy couldn't see the walls in the distance. Even the person in front of her was becoming

blurry . She could only sense that "Harp" was right across from her.

Now, his hands were on her shoulders. Slowly, gently, he moved downwards, touching her breasts. "Harp

" avoided the nipples, focusing only on the outer edges of the two hemispheres. He gently caressed them. Judy's skin,

moistened by the condensed steam, appeared even more delicate and smooth. The bathroom steam made her sweat, making her skin

oily and slippery.

"Harp's" fingers encircled the two breasts, applying pressure at their base. He increased the pressure, his fingers changing from a grasp

to a pinch. His fingertips sank into the softness of her breasts. "Harp" began to pull upwards, his fingers moving along the surface of her breasts,

inching closer to Judy's nipples… Judy was fully prepared. Her nerves braced for the intense stimulation

; her muscles tensed, and her skin became sensitive.

She was just waiting for "The Harp" to touch her nipples, to squeeze, pinch, and twist them with his fingers…

But nothing happened. "The Harp" displayed remarkable self-control,

stopping . He released his fingers from her breasts and withdrew his hands from her body.

Judy trembled all over, her legs weak. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she felt the bathroom revolving around her. She maintained

her original posture, waiting, hoping, and willingly accepting the man's gift…

"The Harp's" hand returned to her. This time, however, it supported her buttocks and slid down. A single finger

(just one!) searched for the line connecting her groin between her torso and thighs. He groped along the edge of Judy's panties

, downwards...downwards...closer and closer to the center where her thighs met...

he touched the slit of Judy's vulva. It was the touch of an expert, light, gentle, and concise, reaching the

target in one stroke. "Harp's" fingertips, through the semi-transparent fabric of the panties, accurately sank into the wet crevice. Judy

gasped. (Or perhaps it was a sigh of pleasure?)

Now, the thick fog had completely enveloped them.

Judy wondered how "Harp" had guessed her fears.

In this public place, what made him think, and agree, that Judy needed her privacy?

Judy was grateful. She had heard stories of athletes gang-raping in the bathroom cloakroom. "Harp" was clearly not

afraid of being seen engaging in lewd acts with a woman in the bathroom.

In a public bathroom...no one could see her.

Even if someone came into the bathroom now and turned off all the faucets, Judy could still retreat safely using the mist.

However, there was no retreat now. Judy restrained her reason; she had come this far with great difficulty, and she couldn't

back down. If there was such a thing as a "once-in-a-lifetime" opportunity, it was now.

Judy had to forge ahead.

And, oh God, this is wonderful! "Harp" began teasing her clitoris through her panties. Ah, this

bastard, how did he know what she wanted most right now?

"Ah, right there," Judy groaned, collapsing into the man's arms.

"Harp" was as hard as stone. He wrapped his arms around Judy, pulling her close to his granite-

like chest muscles.

"Okay..." Judy said gratefully. She wanted to say so much, like hold me tight, cherish me, comfort me, or

teach me... but she only managed to say "okay..."

She found that the exclamation, in a sense, contained all those thoughts.

"The Harp's" fingers multiplied from one to two, then from two to three, until finally, his entire hand

was squeezed between Judy's legs. It inserted—pressed—right on Judy's mons pubis. Four fingers and a thumb

, aligned in a neat straight line, held there firmly like steel. "The Harp" lifted her hand upwards, forcefully

raising Judy, her toes leaving the bathroom floor. All her weight was now concentrated directly on her clitoris, pressing

against "The Harp's" hand.

"God," Judy gasped, feeling herself about to fall.

Just then, "The Harp's" arms caught her, keeping her suspended in mid-air. "Harp"

steadied Judy with one hand; his other hand, empty, moved towards her vulva, reaching for her last shred of modesty—her bikini bottoms

. He expertly pulled them down and tossed them aside. Then, both large hands reached under Judy's armpits, lifting her like a

doll towards the showerhead.

Judy felt like she was dreaming…or at least that's what she thought. Nothing made sense,

nor did it need to.

She couldn't remember ever smoking so much marijuana, let alone something this potent. It was starting

to work. Making her delirious yet incredibly aroused. She was ready, willingly letting

the beautiful become a tangible reality.

Judy felt her feet touch the ground again. She looked at the man's chest. The broad muscles gave her a

sense of security, the dark, shiny skin made her want to touch it, and the curly black hair represented wildness that made her heart flutter.

"Sweetheart," Harp praised. "You're fucking beautiful, you know that?"

She knew. Hadn't someone told her that somewhere?

Now, Harp's fingers began to circle Judy's breasts again. Only this time, they

didn't leave when they approached the nipples. Instead, they continued circling until they touched the nipples, and finally pinched them. He gave the aroused

buds a hard pinch.

Judy felt the pinch on her nipples. But she could bear it; it wasn't real pain. It was more like

a strange pleasure.

Judy had never imagined that such extreme pleasure could be so intense, so wonderful.

"Yes, there…that's it…" she cried out joyfully. The harp's thick fingers resemble two 1024xp.com

He gripped her nipples firmly with the pliers.

Judy's nipples, which were originally nearly spherical, were squeezed into near-ellipsoids by "The Harp," then flattened. The intense,

brutal sensation now affected Judy's feelings in its own way. However, he never exceeded her tolerance limit

. Judy never wanted "The Harp" to stop either. She was just beginning to realize that she needed this brutal,

unimaginable method.

Judy wondered how she had ever tolerated a nerdy guy like Jimmy before? Even for just a minute?

Let alone an entire night. And that night even ended with an orgasm…

"Ouch!" Judy cried out in pain.

"The Harp" released his grip. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he said quickly.

Judy grabbed "The Harp's" wrists and pulled his hands back to her breasts.

"Stop thinking about it, darling." Harp withdrew his hands, studying the girl before him. "Now let's

see...where are you?" He raised his eyebrows, pretending to look at her. Then he grinned wickedly, "I understand .

"

Harp's fingers returned to Judy's breasts. Whenever possible, these frantic fingers pinched

harder than before. However, this time the new trick was pulling. Harp pinched Judy's nipples and pulled them upwards, slowly, her breasts

began to stretch.

"Don't be afraid or run away, or play other tricks." Harp's smile faded, "But I want to

step on your feet."

"Why?"

"To help you stand still."

Harp's feet, like a large blanket, covered Judy's feet. He was heavy, but thankfully he had

shifted all his weight onto his heels.

"Alright," Harp said to Judy. "Now lean back."

"You said..."

"Do as I say. Lean back!"

Judy nervously began to slowly shift her weight backward. Harp, still pinching her nipple with her fingers,

began to pull on her breast. Judy's body tilted tentatively. The pull on her breast began to intensify.

"Ah..." Judy groaned. A burning pain seared through the muscles inside her breast. An electric shock-like tingling spread throughout her body, finally concentrating in her brain. There, they merged into a force, carving chaotic spaces and holes

in Judy's previously calm and even thoughts. 　　"Oh God..." Judy cried out. 　　The pressure increased within her, not just in her breast but throughout her entire body. The tension intensified along her nervous system and through her muscles . 　　It gradually became something almost real. 　　Like a ghost existing within her, she could eliminate, examine, understand… 　　“Ah, that’s it… good…” Judy cried out. 　　Her mind was filled and overwhelmed by boundless pleasure. She could no longer discern directions. She felt as if she were upside down, head touching the ground. Although that was obviously absurd. She was certain she wasn’t standing upright . She also knew she was still standing on her own two legs… and on someone else’s two legs… Damn it, she didn’t like this. 　　“Harp” pinched Judy’s nipples, her hands beginning to make circular motions. Pulling her breasts, she circled them along with her nipples . 　　Twelve o’clock—three o’clock—six o’clock—nine o’clock—twelve o’clock, slowly, steadily. 　　"Ah, that's it... good..." 　　Judy repeated these words, following the rhythm of the circular motion. 　　All other words vanished from her mind. 　　Her legs trembled, growing weaker and weaker. Her breathing became short, hesitant gasps. The saturated steam in the bathroom made Judy feel like she was suffocating. But the sensation spreading from her nipples throughout her body was so wonderful that Judy couldn't bear to ask "The Harp" to stop. 　　"Ah, God," Judy gasped, panting, during one particularly intense tug from "The Harp." "Heh, heh," "The Harp" chuckled lewdly. "I thought you couldn't say 　　anything else besides 'ah, '" she thought. 　　This bastard, mocking her again! Judy thought, but she didn't care. Even if she wanted to care, she couldn't . 　　Never in Judy's young life had she been so focused on one thing as she was now. No matter where the stimulus came from, it all ultimately reflected back to her legs. This stimulus might have come from the twitching of her thigh muscles, or from a sudden spasm in her arm. It could also be the fear of being swept into the vortex of indoor fog, or the ever-increasing pain in her nipples… They all ultimately stimulated her vagina. Her labia were swollen and engorged like two slugs. Her clitoris stubbornly bulged from between her labia , pulsating and trembling incessantly. 　　Judy had been secretly imagining Harp's penis. She imagined how terrifyingly it would force its way into her vagina… and anticipated the unimaginable pain that would accompany it… 　　"Fuck me," she pleaded. 　　"Of course I will. Just hold on a little longer." 　　"I can't hold back anymore." 　　Harp smiled. His fingers suddenly tightened, pinching Judy's nipples even harder than before. His hand, instead of circling, began to lift. He lifted forcefully upwards. "The Harp" grabbed Judy's breasts, pulling her nipples upwards, forcing the breast muscles to stretch. "The Harp" was going to lift Judy's body up by her breasts! 　　"Ah, damn it! It hurts so much!" Judy complained. 　　"The Harp" ignored her. 　　"No," Judy pleaded. "Please, don't pull anymore. I can't take it."

"Harp" bared a set of white teeth, like a skull. She said cruelly, "No way, darling. Don't

tell me what to do or what not to do. I've done it all, I know it all. You're

in my hands now. I'm going to give you a taste you never dreamed of."

"No…" Judy pleaded. She was suddenly terrified. Fear sliced through the fog of lust like a blade

cutting through soft butter.

"Harp's" fingers kept squeezing Judy's nipples. The pressure on her nipples continued to increase. Judy felt her

weight concentrated on her nipples again. Again, the resulting stimulation exceeded any

limit .

"Harp's" hand rose…and higher…

Judy felt the muscles in her breasts being stretched to a degree they should never reach. They were

howling in anger.

"The Harp" continued to raise his arm. His strength and power surprised and terrified Judy.

The pressure on her nipples was so immense that Judy had completely lost sensation.

"The Harp" continued to lift her nipples. Although each lift was now only a few millimeters, each

increase in pressure added to the pressure. This unbearable pain made Judy doubt her ability to

survive "The Harp's" torment.

Then, "The Harp" surprised Judy.

He released her .

In her shock, Judy realized that she had indeed been lifted by "The Harp," almost five or six millimeters higher.

While this wasn't enough to completely remove her feet from the ground, it was enough to allow her breasts to bear at

least a portion of her weight. "The Harp" suddenly released her nipples, and the tension on her breasts vanished instantly, like

a taut rubber band being suddenly released. Her tiptoes snapped back to the ground, the soft tissue of her breasts trembling and then

returning to their natural state.

"Ah... God," Judy sighed. She lost her balance, not even knowing which way she was falling. She

only knew she was falling... the wall tiles were hurtling towards her... but

she wasn't hurt.

Judy realized that instead of colliding with the hard tiles, her body was caught by "Harp's" arms. Like landing

on a soft cushion, comfortable and safe. "Harp" again embraced her waist and chest. But this time, he didn't hold

her delicate breasts. He simply wrapped his arm around Judy's body, helping her stand upright

on the ground.

"Are you sure you can manage?" "Harp" asked with some concern.

Judy was dizzy and speechless, unable to answer "Harp's" question. She couldn't think, she

couldn't answer, she couldn't even remember her own name.

But Judy knew one thing... The Harp had taken her to a new world. Beyond

any boundaries she had previously set for herself. Those foolish precepts, Judy now utterly disregarded. From now on,

it was freedom. All possibilities were open; all taboos were lifted.

Judy hoped she could withstand the Harp's torment.

But one thing was clear: however far Judy ultimately went, she would have to endure unprecedented

trials to reach her destination.

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