Chapter 2606 I Want That Cock Badly(Sex-ventures):>Ep67
- "No guarantees," I tell her. "Not everyone has the genetics for it, I guess. But you never know until you try. If you want to, I'd love to help you with practicing!"
- Then there's Sonia, Henri's girlfriend. Or is she his partner? It's hard to say, because as devoted as they are to one another, they both revel in their sexual independence. Sonia is the most purely sexual woman I know, with the possible exception now of Hera. Her libido is monstrous, encompassing well more than Henri's monster cock. She loves Carl and Taylor and Joe, not to mention myself and Joanne. She's supremely photogenic, whether clothed, naked, or captured in mid-fuck. She's quite similar to Megan in build, maybe even a little more compact and naturally muscular. That may soon increase even further now that she's started lifting weights with Carl and me. She's almost as black as Henri, short black hair, big doe eyes, delicate nose, with shining smooth and perfect skin everywhere. Her legs, her ass, her arms, her belly, her breasts, all are perfectly proportional, no flab, no sag, no blemish at all. She's the most completely beautiful woman I have ever seen, and to have that flawless package house such an intense store of raw sexuality seems almost too good to be true. I'm sure Hera would agree that she is also part of the Goddess Incarnate.
- Megan licks her lips at the scenes of Sonia riding Carl's cock, her gleaming black legs wrapped around his bronze waist, her arms around his neck, as he stands tall and erect. Carl is the epitome of the Greek God, but better proportioned and more muscular than any of the sculptured masterpieces. He has that ideal balance between mass and leanness, not the unhealthy diuretic-induced striations of a professional bodybuilder, nor the mountainous bulk of a powerlifter, but of a healthy, vital masculine man who responds naturally to lifting weights, and lifts them with volume, intensity, frequency, and pride. His entire body and scalp are shaved clean, except for his eyebrows, and his graceful muscularity pulses just beneath his deeply tanned skin, especially in the scenes where he's vigorously fucking Sonia, me, or Joanne. And then there's his "rocket cock", the almost perfectly cylindrical, straight thick shaft tipped by a foreskin that stays in place even when he's fully extended, giving it the appearance of a nose cone on an inclined missile. The well-separated testicles enveloped by his ball sack look like the drop tanks carried by a fighter jet. Our men have some unusual cocks, and I love them more for it. With Carl, it merely cements my vision of him as the most physically beautiful man in the universe. He may not be the most intellectual, or the most confident, or the most charming (that's Henri's department), but to look at, he's amazing, and as a sexual artist, he's doesn't yet even recognize or appreciate his own abundant talents. He will.