CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX:  

THE INTRUDER, PART TWO

 	The young man's strength became even more apparent 
as with one arm he lifted Chris off his lap while with 
the other he quickly jerked down his pants, still in a 
sitting position.  His hand cupped her pussy as it moved 
back up, and he got the sensation of his fingers 
swimming in warm glycerine as her juice covered them.  
As soon as her butt touched his lap again, he felt the 
hot nectar slide across his thighs.  His rigid dick was 
so large it could not stand up straight but rather 
paralleled one thigh.  Chris's labia wrapped around it 
like a bun around a hot dog.  It felt to her as if she 
were straddling a polished log.  She began rolling her 
hips along it, as if her cunt were trying to polish it 
even smoother.
	Moving from outside to inside was the primary 
consideration for the young man now.  With one strong 
hand he lifted her ass off his lap while with the other 
he positioned his cock to become the spike upon which to 
impale her.
	Chris, through the thickening fog inside her head, 
realized what was about to happen and tightened her legs 
around his waist.  "Gently, gently," she whispered in 
his ear.  "Let me."  She brought her legs around until 
she was straddling his hips.  She moved backward and 
felt the head of his pole slide up across her anus and 
perineum.  When she felt it part the drooling lips of 
her cunt, she lowered herself slowly, feeling it stretch 
her slit wider and wider until she felt as if she were 
birthing a child in reverse.  She could almost feel her 
uterus and cervix tipping forward to make more room for 
this monstrous intruder.  She couldn't remember the last 
time she felt more full, and there were still a couple 
of inches to go.  When she finally was able to rest her 
weight on his thighs, it almost felt as if the tip of 
his dick would come out the top of her head if he were 
to get any bigger.  For a few seconds she sat quietly, 
almost afraid to move for fear that something might 
tear.  Right now it felt indescribable, but she was on 
that ragged edge of pain.  She felt her insides 
rearranging; a couple more seconds and she would be able 
to accommodate some thrusting.  For a change the 
fullness in her breasts was a secondary consideration.
	The young man couldn't wait a few more seconds.  
His hands moved to Chris's hips; it became obvious that 
he was getting ready to move her up and down on him 
himself.  Chris knew she wouldn't be able to handle 
that, so she grabbed his head in both hands and forced 
him to look at her.  "Shhhh," she soothed.  "You'll hurt 
me, lover.  Let me do this."  She guided his head to her 
warm breasts.  Don't start sucking yet, she thought, 
until I've told you what to expect...
	Chris began doing Kegel contractions around the 
young man's gigantic rod.  At first it was difficult 
because of how stretched the muscles were, but she could 
feel the strength of the contractions increasing with 
each repetition.  To him it felt as if she were trying 
to reshape his cock into something longer and thinner.  
She kneaded him like a rope of dough, rippling along him 
as if she were trying to take him even deeper inside 
her.  He lost his imperative to thrust; it felt like she 
was doing it for both of them without either actually 
having to move.
	Now was not the time for a lot of words, so Chris 
simply whispered, "I have milk.  Taste me."  Immediately 
thick, soft lips encircled a nipple and it and most of 
the areola disappeared into his mouth.  Chris felt her 
nipple lengthen and flatten as powerful suction and his 
tongue pressed it against his palate.  She gasped again; 
this felt just like when a baby latched on to nurse.  
Something told her she was not the first milker this 
fellow had ever been with.  He clearly knew the optimal 
technique for drawing milk out of a woman.
	Her breasts responding appropriately.  A river of 
milk issued forth from both, the uncovered breast 
spouting past his ear and into the foliage beyond.  She 
began to squirm on his lap, spraying him down and 
turning his skin into a polka-dot pattern of white on 
black.  He would not relinquish her breast, swallowing 
rapidly and maintaining incredible suction.  Chris felt 
his cock trying to swell against the pressure of her 
internal muscles and the counter-swelling of her G-spot.  
Something had to give soon.
	When it did it felt like a bomb had gone off 
inside her.  She felt his urethra expand rhythmically as 
gouts of come blasted through it only to become 
pressurized in the limited volume at the far end of her 
vagina.  Her own orgasm came quickly, doubling the 
distance the milk shooting from her uncovered nipple 
traveled.  Her own ejaculate had nowhere to go; she was 
plugged too tightly.  The increase in pressure 
immediately sent her off into another orgasm.  The young 
man was past his by this time, and the intensity of it 
had rendered the head of his penis so sensitive that the 
combined squeezing of her muscles and all that trapped 
fluid became quite painful.  He released her breast, 
getting a faceful of milk in the process, and quickly 
lifted her off his trapped tool.  Chris yelped as her 
insides were again forced, much more quickly this time, 
to rearrange themselves with the rapid withdrawal.  A 
gushing was heard even above the roar of the nearby 
waterfall as he removed himself and what seemed to be 
quarts of combined ejaculate poured across his lower 
half.  The young man groaned loudly as his pummeled 
penis flopped free.
	It took a couple of minutes for them to recover.  
The young man's cock twitched in time to his heartbeat, 
a drop of come still dangling from its tip.  Chris's 
cunt was also throbbing to a similar beat, her vagina 
slowly returning to its normal length and diameter.  As 
they cooled down, the young man nursed from her other 
breast, draining it as efficiently as he had the first.  
Chris was surprised that this action didn't send her 
toward a third orgasm -- the first two must have been 
powerful enough to satisfy even her apparently 
insatiable inner animal.
	When they finally disengaged, Chris found herself 
with nothing really to say in the way of post-coital 
conversation.  This man-child was not only a complete 
stranger, but a member of a completely different 
culture.  Other than basic sex, what else could they 
have in common?  Chris silently and gently untwined 
herself from him, walked back under the waterfall to 
rinse herself off, then went over to where her clothing 
lay, and began to rinse it out in the pool.  The young 
man watched her quietly for a while, then went to the 
waterfall, cupped his hands under it, and used the water 
to wash the drops of white from his torso.
	Chris was able to remove the majority of blood 
from her slacks and windbreaker and put them on.  It was 
a struggle to squeeze into the wet slacks; her attempts 
brought a smile from the young man.  When she was 
dressed (such as it was -- her breasts were still quite 
visible), she told him the name of the hotel she was 
staying at and asked if he would take her there.  He 
shook his head yes, and without another word led her off 
down a different path -- one Chris had missed completely 
-- leading away from the pond.  Within less than fifteen 
minutes the jungle gave way to beach, and Chris was able 
to see her hotel several hundred meters down the strand.  
She turned to thank her young guide, but he had already 
set off in the direction of one of the other hotels.  
All in a day's work for him, I guess, thought Chris.
	It was only after she was safe in her own room 
(she had been oblivious to the stares she got as she 
padded, disheveled and half naked, across the hotel 
lobby) that it occurred to Chris that she had just had 
sex with a black man for the first time, and completely 
on impulse at that.  She was intrigued to realize that 
once the inner animal had taken over, all considerations 
of race had gone out the window.  
	Those were her last lucid thoughts as the events 
of the last 24 hours finally caught up with her and she 
fell asleep across the bed, still clad in the ruins of 
yesterday's outfit, her amazing breasts exposed, rising 
and falling with her soft breathing.  Her exhaustion was 
so complete that the horror of the last minutes of the 
Sailors' Soiree did not intrude into her slumber.