Deborah and Stacy were in their prime. Man, they were like rare roast beef with horseradish on a Russian rye. Juicy and sweet. A lot of the men shaved and oiled themselves, and the two girls were positively shining with fruity aromatic liquors. The best man had ordered tarps and rugs spread around everywhere as they were going to make a royal mess.

Deborah was utterly flat. Stacy, a year older, had what looked like a couple of raisins on her chest. She was pretty much all nipple. She was blond, very affectionate, totally compliant.

A huge naked black man cornered Deborah who was playfully trying to get away and laughing and wriggling her body as seductively as Delilah in a tent and the giant put his hand on her shoulder and Deborah fell quiet, suddenly afraid.

"My name is Dijinn," he said, his accent deep French. "I have a very big cock." So much was obvious, she'd never beheld anything like it.

It was enormous but half flaccid. She was to learn that men with penises this big rarely achieved full erection, and Dijinn masturbated urgently but with light strokes, swinging himself mainly, until his cock hung up, out, and down, like a rainbow's arc. She looked at his face and thought his skin was as dark as smoked obsidian. He had a heavy simian brow yet withal seemed a gentle and genial man. She smiled again, unafraid now. "You can't put that in me," she said, "It just won't go."

"I know, little one." Her observation was a transparency, had he tried it would have killed her......(cont)