[Black penis fetish] (1)

Chapter 1 "Okay, but is his thing big?" Melinda asked with a mischievous grin. Judy wasn't surprised. This type of question was typical of Melinda. Even so, it made Judy embarrassed to answer. She had never paid attention to such things. In fact, she had never had the chance to investigate. Nor had she ever intended to create such an opportunity for herself. Seeing her roommate remain silent, Melinda looked at Judy with a happy and mocking gaze. "You haven't slept with him yet, have you?" "Yes..." After a moment of awkward hesitation, Judy finally admitted. "We just haven't had time to do it yet." "You mean he never has the time, right?" Melinda laughed even harder. "Stop pretending! What's going on? Is he gay or is his thing impotent?" "Nonsense!" Judy retorted fiercely. "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 really 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. 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. “No, 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, he wouldn’t touch me again. I’m not in heat, I’m satisfied. 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 what you do when you do it. When a girl is cooperative, you can’t call it rape. I learned the pleasure of cooperating with men. And maybe, add to that, 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 Melinda walked 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 nails, pondering how to phrase it. “Let me be blunt, I’ll just ask directly: Are you a virgin?” Judy didn’t want to show her nervousness, 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’m being very clear—‘How did he do it to you?’ I mean, did he pounce on you? Put his hand in your pants… or something else?” Judy shrugged helplessly. “Are you kidding me?” Melinda exclaimed in surprise. Judy just shook her head. “Good heavens! Six weeks! No groping around in the dark? He at least kissed you, surely he did too?” “Yes.” “But I bet there wasn’t a single spark!” Melinda laughed. “But…” Judy protested. “He was so…safe.” “Then tell me, why should I believe 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 this crucial question, so frankly, mainly because of Judy’s awkwardness. She should be thanking Melinda, though. But 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 a boy than Rollins College. Rollins has a better ratio, I mean the ratio of boys to girls.” “That doesn’t work for me either,” 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.” “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.” 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 it can't be a penis." "You don't understand, I really like it." "Then you two can be pen pals." Melinda chuckled. "Judy, we're talking about intense fucking dynamics here, understand? Can you keep up with what I said earlier? Big penis and little pussy… the two together, that kind of good stuff. Wet, sticky, squelching intercourse. When you're 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 stopped, her eyes sparkling. Her thoughts wandered along a dreamy tangent, veerging off course. "Please stop, Melinda," Judy pleaded, her face flushed. 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 looking at 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. Damn it, 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 the one being silly." (Imagine a bar with 1024xp...)"Wow, you're so clever. You're a very intelligent young lady, my 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 one day you'll have to, 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, one day 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!" "Tonight, I have a date with Jimmy." Melinda sighed. “Alright… 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—that he has a penis?” “You don’t know,” Judy said reluctantly. “Me neither. But I’m assuming he does.” “Does it get hard?” “Melinda!” “Hey, don’t be shy. Have you seen it bulge in your pants? If he’s a man, then when he’s with you, his penis will get hard from time to time. 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've used a brush once." "Ouch! The brush bristles must have hurt, right?" "Boring!" "Alright, alright. I just wanted to see if you had one or two fetishes." "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 is a renowned small private liberal arts college located in the American Midwest. The town it occupies is picturesque, and the college buildings have a charmingly old-fashioned feel. The college's endowment exceeds two million dollars per student, higher than the prestigious Harvard. Its high-quality faculty and 5:1 student-to-faculty ratio rival Princeton University. The high tuition and rigorous selection process ensure that the quality of incoming students is comparable to that of Ivy League universities. Only the most academically gifted and financially well-off young elites have a chance of admission. Judy doubted whether she could ultimately adapt. She had an inexplicable feeling that she lacked many of the experiences her classmates had. Perhaps it was because Judy had attended a church-run middle and high school run by the Sisters of Fortune. There, all the students 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 adolescence—were clearly retained. But Judy wasn't quite what Melinda had estimated. She wasn't frigid, nor was she virgin. Simply put, she was just 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 chest.The clock struck six. 6:30. Eight o'clock sharp, not early, and 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. There was still an hour and a half... which meant Judy had time to play by herself. Time to touch herself. Time to close her eyes and extract various fantasies from her mind. Slowly narrowing down, focusing her attention on the ever-burning fire between her legs. Letting the feeling that was already there (it was 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 a large amount of fluid gushing from deep within her. The fluid was endless. Thick, oily, and slippery, it soaked through the thin silk covering her vulva. A shiny, wet stain spread and expanded. Judy's hand touched the wet patch. A finger slid across the silk, rubbing her clitoris. Kneading the tender flesh in the swampy mud beneath her panties. Muscles twitched, nerves throbbed, and waves of agonizing sensation spread through 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 the vulva. Her labia minora swelled and engorged from the half-open cleft, eagerly awaiting stimulation beneath the taut silk of her panties. More vaginal fluid overflowed from her feverish vulva inside her panties. She slipped a finger under the elastic band of her panties, hooked it, and pulled the panties up to her thighs, revealing her vulva. Judy spread her legs wide, looking at herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. The girl in the mirror stared intently down, her bare legs revealing the cleft between her labia. She spread her fingers on either side of the cleft, pressing them firmly against her soft labia. She pulled, pinched, and probed. A flood of vaginal fluid, nerve triggers, and an itching sensation rises and falls like ants biting within her fully prepared vagina. Each wave of arousal is transmitted directly to the center of the brain, then reflects back to the sensitive membrane of the vaginal cavity, stimulating the spinal nerve center to send signals for more pleasure. This is an instinct inherited from biological evolution. Everyone has this natural reaction. It is beyond self-control, beyond ethical logic, entirely triggered by nerve endings releasing certain chemicals to stimulate the senses. We still only have a partial understanding of the biochemical nature of this nerve stimulation. Now her fingers directly pinched and kneaded the swollen, hard clitoris, its nerve endings radiating outwards, teasing the smooth, delicate skin coated in slippery, lustful fluid. Judy gradually increased the pressure, slowly but steadily intensifying the squeeze on her clitoris. She cried out. Or was this merely her imagination? But it didn't matter. Her world had now degenerated to a narrow self confined to the extent of her consciousness, to her female genitalia. Judy let her feelings rule, allowing both the churning desire within her and the tingling, itchy sensation on her skin to run wild. Pleasure soared along her nerves, triggering involuntary muscle spasms. Large volitional muscles contracted—relaxed—and then contracted again. Her arms and legs spasmed irregularly. Judy parted her labia with her hands, reaching for the vaginal opening. The sphincter forming the edge of the opening symbolically resisted the intrusion, then surrendered to Judy's persistence. A finger was inserted. Then a second one. A spicy, hot flow squeezed out from between the vaginal wall and the finger, endlessly. The room was filled with a strong, sour smell. Judy pulled her finger out and put it under her nose. 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 peaceful. Judy had initially tried to banish all thoughts from her mind, but instead, a kaleidoscope of images flashed through her brain. Like an enthusiastic spectator, she watched, listened, and felt, now unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy. They were all mixed 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 a 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 accelerated the filtering of illusions, absorbing the continuous pleasure emanating from the excited flesh of her vagina. Her fingertips moved up and down, left and right, around her clitoris. Every nerve was burning and hissing, the lust quickly reaching its limit. Incredible heat, endless itching, and indescribable pleasure. But pleasure could be pain, and both joy and sorrow flooded 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 muddy depths. 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 it. Judy wondered if the nuns' nosy ears were pressed against her room door back then? Because rumors said the nuns always did. According to the rumors, the nuns knew exactly when you masturbated, and even when you talked about sex. They reported all the information they had gathered to the priest. That way, the priest would know if you had concealed anything during your confession. Even so, many girls at Our Lady of Fortune School (Judy was one of them) still bravely faced the danger of being cursed by God and tormented by the eternal fires of hell, insisting on keeping their terrible secrets. Now, Judy no longer needed to hide… except for one thing: she didn't want to run into Melinda coming back at this time. There was a lot of freedom at Rollins Academy, but Judy wasn't quite used to it yet. She wondered, was that really the case? That was why Melinda accepted Judy without hesitation based on only her limited statements, allowing her to live her disguised life. And Judy, earlier, had struggled to restrain herself. Even now, she only secretly, just like at Our Lady of Fortune School, closed the door and indulged in pleasure in the dark. "Ah—ah…" Judy burst out with a passionate cry. It was an involuntary exclamation, an extension of her powerful need. Judy parted her three fingers inside the 1024xp.com vaginal opening, stretching it to its maximum extent. Twisting, swaying, thrusting in and out, the movements were violent. Increasingly heavy… while simultaneously, she kept her other hand kneading and pinching her clitoris. Faster, faster… faster than the eye 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 in and out faster and faster… An explosion. A bolt of lightning. A kaleidoscope of colors. The sound of drums and gongs. Fireworks filling the sky. A procession marched majestically. A crowd surged wildly. Withered branches sprouted in spring. Lightning struck the earth… once, twice. Giant waves were cleaved. Heaven opened its gates. A new star was born in the universe. The Milky Way formed from the primordial chaos, evolved, took shape… Waves of climax continued to crash over Judy. Pushing her to her limit, forcing a suffocating scream from her throat… Then, all returned to calm. Silence. Judy's body returned to normal, her mind resumed its normal function. Now that the 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. 1024xp.comcomcom

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