I had always fantasized about having a black cock deep in my throat or fucking my ass and pussy till I could take no more. So when this guy told me he...wanted a good time, a tight mouth, wet pussy and willing asshole to drop a load of cum in, I was definitely willing and able.Ken was a god amongst men. He stood 6ft6 tall with a body that an American Football player would envy and had the face of a movie star; I k** you not this man was a walking orgasm.I remember the nervous feeling and. It was snug fit. It was almost as if her vagina was custom made for his cock.It was just a tad tight, as though the Gods had decided to give them maximum pleasure. If only he knew that the Gods had nothing to do with any of it.She ground her hips against his, and he felt his penis inside her, throbbing as before. Somehow, defying rational explanation, she was able to keep him from cumming.She ground her hips again, and he felt the pressure of her pussy grinding against his balls. He felt little. “this village traditions cannot be broken, and she must have been bad for this to happen to her” they replied.“what if it happened to any of your daughters or sisters?” i asked“they are not bad for this to happen to them” they replied mocking at me.“all of you are playing with others, this is not right.”i told them.“dont preach to us, why don’t you get married to the so many abandoned women?” they asked.“i will marry a abandoned woman only,” i said.“so you think you are a saviour?” they asked. Steven told the melon farmer that he was on a quest to slay the dragon that harried his village, but confessed that he had never actually seen a dragon and mistook the farmer and his basket for the foe. The farmer got a good laugh out of this. Since Steven was there, and it was the peak of melon harvest, and it appeared he was capable of carrying a great deal on his back, the melon farmer convinced Steven to help him pick melons which amounted to Steven dragging the huge basket while the farmer.