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Living To The Full Ch. 01

By: obcy



I have a habit, for jokes, to introduce Stuart to my new friends as my twin brother. Actually, he is my baby half-brother. I am black and he's half-yellow. I feel that I have always lived in his shadow. Why? I am 6'10" + 10", if you know what I mean, and my little bro is only 6'8" + 8", if you know what I mean. But he claims, and rightfully so, that in addition to his 8 inches he has some tenths and even hundredths of an inch. Supposedly this is what makes the whole difference. He had thousands of women, while I had only hundreds. I don't complain, I had plenty, and it got me into trouble on occasions. And so it goes.

Even in my own story Stuart got introduced first. OK, my name is Obcy, which in my native African land means "the one with the huge phallus and balls". Even as a child when I watched my ma, and especially her pert butt, I'd get erection, and my ma would smile warmly. I didn't know what was going on with me, while she would be happy that I follow our family's tradition. My father died all too soon. He was a remarkable man. And so was my ma, It didn't take her too long to marry another wonderful man, this time a yellow one. My ma had great courage and was rewarded with Stuart. Since then Stuart became her favorite, I think. I love Stuart dearly too. When we moved to Hong Kong I was saving Stuart's ass on the streets all the time until Stuart was about 12. By this time he got so good that he was taking care of himself more than adequately. You don't want to fight me. I am incredibly fast, not to mention my strength and size. And, can you believe it, Stuart is still faster. Nobody else, just Stuart. And so it goes.

I have an easy time to study most any subject. I was bred for generations to be outstanding. However, I was taking things easy, studying all kind of topics, going to school mainly to meet people and women. Finally I got my degree in Computer Science, I became a software engineer, and I contribute my share to support my family, especially my small boy with huge phallus and balls. I make excellent money. To be fair, my wife makes at least as much. She's a psychiatrist, a damn good one. But that's another story. Let me add that I still like to take all kind of advanced university courses. My wife understands my needs, including the intellectual needs. As good as I was academically, Stuart was ahead of me. He finished the Police School, then the Law School at an impossibly fast pace. And he makes so much money as an investigator and lawyer that it is simply sinful. And so it goes.

No more about Stuart. This is my story, damn it!

I met my best friend, MC, at the university, when we were fellow students, taking several courses together. He was a tiny, puffy, Italian kid. There was something special about him, though, certain coldness. Later he met a non-Italian girl, Carol, and she was hot!!! Soon things got wild. MC's father was shot, his older brother was shot, another MC's brother was a wimp, and MC became the boss of the strongest gangster family in the whole country. Until then MC was not involved in his family business. The first months were in turmoil. I even saved MC's life a couple of times. That was just for the friendship's sake. I've promised Stuart not to do any illegal activities. That would be against my ancestors' holy tradition in the first place. Thus MC understood when I have refused to accept any position in his organization. He's a smart cookie.

MC's right hand man was an older, non-Italian guy, who kept the pretense of being still virile by marring a young, sweet Italian girl, Gina, and by keeping another one, Sophia, as his lover. Gina and Sophia. The guy couldn't do much with them but I could. The girls were teasing me mercilessly and it was impossible to resist. Black hair, black eyes, shy smile--oh, how shy they were, and delicate curves flowing, so sexy. If there was rain, hardly any lightnings, they acted terrified, I had to check their heart beat, directly, not through the clothing. We would confuse the left side and the right side, so I was checking both of their breasts, for a total of four. Firm tits, warm, large but lost in my huge palms. Their young breasts would get still firmer from my squeezing, and especially their nipples. Thus I would be obliged to study those morsels with my hands and with my mouth. When I was busy, very busy with one girl, the other one would jump on my back, lick my ears--oooh, that would make me extra hard. I would grab the ass and crotch behind me, while the one in front of me would beg me to check how wet she became, with all that rain outside. Thus I would put Gina and Sophia below me, in the 699 position, the mattress of their hips and young bellies felt wonderful to my face, drowned in their aroma. Then I would shift aside the crotch of their panties, slide my fingers into those tight holes, pinch their clits a bit, finally I would lick everything in and out of sight, yummy, and Gina and Sophia would go wild. All that time they payed a lot of attention to my private regions. Their delicate hands and Italian lips would perform unspeakable sweet tortures to me. When I could not stand it anymore I always ended up tearing their panties and fucking them like crazy. The wars between the gangs were going on while the three of us would fight the battle of the sexes again and again. And so it goes.

The old guy knew what was going on in his bedroom. He didn't really care, especially that I was MC's friend, no bullshit. MC knew too. He knew a lot more. His own hot wife, Carol, never let me just be. I refused to cheat on MC, that was out of the question. And still, she would otherwise outdo even Gina and Sophia. Many times she climaxed just from my hand in her brassiere filled with those delicious tits, both in my hand simultaneously, with the two nipples pushing hard into my greedy fingers. There was something about her, because even I had difficult time not to wet my own pants. And with my hand in her crotch, Carol was flooding me. She moved on my hand making me feel her nether lips, and those extra delicate lips inside, her clit, the walls inside her, the G spot, and that ass!... Later her pussy and her asshole would show in my dreams, it was insane. How I managed not to screw Carol is beyond me, but I did. That was one thing I didn't do. I never ever screwed Carol.

When Carol got pregnant, MC asked me to predict the color of the baby. "MC", I said, "ask me about the LIFO stack or about Polish reversed notation, but not about the color of your baby".

"You sure?"--MC asked.

"Yes", I said, "I've never made love to Carol".

MC was laughing--"I believe you, Obcy. Just for the sake of our friendship let me share with you this tape".

In a moment I saw Carol and myself on a huge screen. This would be good for a foreplay instruction. Carol's tits and ass and pussy on the screen made me instantly hard. I was there too, as busy as Carol. MC watched me amused. He had a bulge in his trousers too. Larger than ever. Truly large by his standards.

And still, the clothes on the screen were always on. Carol could feel my ten-incher all she wanted, and wanted she did, but my dick has never left the confines of my pants, uncomfortable as it was.

MC hugged me--"you mean more to me than my wimpy brother", MC said, "but the older guy is a different story--be careful, Obcy". After a while he added "Oh, you may keep the copy of this tape. I have a spare one for myself."

Gina and Sophia were everything a man could wish for but they were not discrete. And once their man felt that he was about to lose his face I was doomed. I think that he tried to kill me, but, as you can see, that first attempt failed. Then MC had stepped in. He told the old man to punish me but not to kill or harm physically. Actually, Gina's husband liked the idea. He was rather a cunning man, not a simple brute. He was cruel but not brutal. Stuart would get to the old man in no time but that would hurt MC too. I was trapped. Suddenly I found myself arrested and accused of rape! Me, the gentle giant. I mean gentle with the women. But here I was, a 6'10"+10" black man facing mostly a white jury. Gina's husband found a white female student with whom indeed I had an intercourse. To tell the truth the girl was hoping against the hope for more, not for less, like for a steady relation--don't they all?! And here I see her, pale and scarred and crying, telling the court how terrible I was. Gina's husband for the better effect had the girl roughed up for the court sessions, so that she looked like shit. But there was no evidence. Stuart quietly had provided me with an excellent lawyer. They really should let me go free, of course. But I ended up sentenced for two and a half years! Thirty fucking months! Sometimes it sucks to be black. And so it goes.

The first week in the prison was kind of interesting. I am sure that the old man had it arranged for me. With my 6'10" and never mind the +10", and with my Hong Kong background, those guys were no match for me. After that I made my own rule. If you have a knife or anything like this in my presence then you're dead. As simple as this. And I meant it. Fortunately, there was no more trouble. I was fine, I pumped iron a lot, I read a lot, and I would have altogether pretty good time except for going crazy from being deprived of the presence of women. Finally, exactly fifteen months since the day I was arrested, after finishing half of my sentence, I was set free--for my good conduct in prison. I am fucking serious.

END of Part I

Living To The Full Ch. 02



You left me, my gentle reader (or did I leave you?), at the very moment of my release from prison, after I have spent there the whole 15 months, which was exactly half of my sentence.

My first week in prison was rough. I was framed by the old man whose wife and his lover I enjoyed greatly, both of them, and most of the time simultaneously. He had arranged for me to get killed by the inmates as fast as possible. But I was faster than them and stronger. I am 6'10"+10", if you know what I mean, and I am an exceptional warrior--the fruit of breeding for generations.

On the other hand my baby twin brother Stuart had influenced the prison administration, so that the administration and the guards had treated me fair, just fair. By the way, I am kidding you when I say that me and Stuart are twins; I am black and my half-brother is half black and half yellow. And anyway, you know that there is no such thing like a baby twin sibling, don't you?

Also, isn't it ironic that Stuart, who was a legendary thief in Hong Kong since his childhood until well into his teens, is today a hot shot lawyer and investigator. He was a legend but his identity was not known to anybody. He was never arrested or even suspected, while I, who never stole a penny, ended up in can for nothing. And so it goes.

Once I had settled in I couldn't complain too much about the prison routine. I read a lot and I exercised. And each morning I promised myself that I will never again be deprived of my personal freedom.

It was especially hard on me to live without any female companionship. Until my arrest there were hardly any two days in a row that I would not have a woman. Women were crazy about me, yes, for my body and my manhood, but also because I am nice to women, I truly adore them, I did several hundreds of them, close to a thousand I guess. I am different in this respect from Stuart, who also appreciates women, but he does not spend two nights in a row with any of the thousands of them. I said routinely "nights", while Stuart may easily have two or three chicks the same day. I don't understand him and his, how should I call it, discipline, which allows him to stay emotionally detached from his lovers.

The nights spent in the cell were harder on me than the days. I need only two to four hours of sleep per day. But in prison I slept about five hours to kill time, to escape from the reality, from too much thinking. I had this recurring dream. You see, Stuart loves airplanes and airports. That's were he relaxes when he can afford a break, or even in the line of duty, on a legitimate business trip. He befriends the pilots and he flies in jets or small passengers planes. It is recharging him. And that's one more place where he finds love. Just like that. But why do I end up always talking about Stuart?

Oh, my dream. We are at an airport, in a well lit corridor, which was aside from the main traffic. I am with Gina and Sophia. Gina is the wife and Sophia is the lover of that old guy. They are young, beautiful, sweet Italian girls. Their necks feel great in my hands, while my ass enjoys their playful attention. Stuart is farther down the corridor with a woman he has just met. She's beautiful too. Stuart grabs a chair, gives the girl his comb, puts his hands under her armpits, raises her into air and sets her up standing on the chair. "Brush my hair"--he orders her. She happily obliges. I smile too because I cannot ask just any woman to brush MY hair, it would not be so easy.

The girl brushes Stuart's hair with his comb, she uses her both hands, and she gives him full access to her body! Stuart kisses, grabs, caresses, fondles... everything there is, and, for those who know about such things, there is a lot. Stuart has a thief's delicate touch and the girl moans continuously and keeps brushing my baby brother's hair. (Did I tell you that baby Stuart is 6'8"+8", if you know what I mean?)

I feel a bit conscious of the environment. I look back to the beginning of the corridor, where people are walking by. This is a busy airport for God's sake, and I don't want us to get arrested. But Gina and Sophia touch me in the many so familiar to them places. When you are sensitive and 6'10"+10", there are many ways to make you unimaginably hot. I don't even realize that I already play with their tits. But my you know what does realize the proximity of the two Italian pussies and "he" gets very uncomfortable in its confinement. Ooooh, I hate this word "confinement". I give in. I fuck Gina, then Sophia and again, they cum and switch, and Stuart sets his girl on his you know what, and she goes crazy about his extra tents and hundreds of an inch. We go on, forward, forward, but something is not right. Stuart looks at me, I look at Stuart. We want to and we cannot cum. I worry about the people and the airport security. I try hard to cum fast. Gina and Sophia look at me with those black, almond eyes. Stuart looks at me. His girl looks at me. I try. And Stuart tries, And... I wake up before I can cum!!! It takes me long to come back to my senses. Another dreary day starts.

I was released from prison in the morning. You'd think I was extremely horny, and you're right. You'd think I would quickly get a young girl on campus to enjoy my freedom and to get her brains fucked out, and you're wrong. I could easily do it, sure. But somehow I wanted to savor the first hours of my freedom by myself. I needed this time to get back my harmony, my positive outlook on life and on the world in general. There was tomorrow, I had tomorrow. I was repeating this mantra to myself almost non-stop. I will never ever allow even the slightest chance to get into any trouble.

The spring day came to its end. The day's many sounds and colors got replaced by smells. I was walking in the park, along a small road. I felt drunk on the spring smells. I was impossibly horny.

There was a small van stationed some three hundred feet ahead of me, on my side of the road. It was dark, so what, I could see the scene with my eager eyes easily.

Outside the opened sliding back door of the van a female ass was sticking out. Exquisite ass! like never before, better than the hundreds of perk asses from the past. I ran fast and silently like a huge cat. I spooned the ass and the legs. The rest of her was bended inside the van, busy with a baby safety seat on the other side of the van, but there was no baby. I put my heavy arm on her back, and with the other I explored her uncovered stomach and went under her blouse, for her breasts. I had them both in my palm, and her nipples hard like diamonds.

If she hesitated it had to be for less than a tenth of a second before she moaned. Our union was instant. I wish everybody to know that feeling. It took me fifteen months in prison to experience this kind of transcendental bliss. I moved my arm from her back into her underwear. She was deliciously wet! I pulled her panties down her legs, feeling her thighs and calfs on my way, heaven, heaven. She stepped out of of them, I got my dick out and into her in one easy motion. She has accepted me eagerly. She moaned loud this time and turned her head toward me. She was oriental.

All this felt like taking eternities but it was no more than two seconds, three max. A man inside the van, from the front seat, tried to hit me. I kept making love to my woman, because she was mine, her hairless pussy was mine, her neck and shoulders, her hips, everything was mine. Thus I only tensed my arm and moved it so that the angle caused his fist a pain. He felt his fist with the other hand and then tried to hit me with a stick. I could hurt him by delivering a blow with my head but I didn't want to harm him, I didn't butt him. My huge head would smash him. No, I don't go around crippling people, if I can help it, I am a big guy after all.

He was annoying like a fly that's coming back. I simply hit him with my shoulder, and everything was fine again. When you are my size you get quite a range with any part of your body, especially if you devote many hours most every day of your life to martial arts.

So I kept making love to my goddess, and she was moving her butt up and up and against me. All I wanted was to keep my finger on her clit and to feel her and move in her. I asked her to cough a few times, and she did, and again, so I could feel the vibrations of her body, her pussy was alive in my hand.

Suddenly I withdrew my left arm from under my woman and let it fly outside the van. The same stupid, annoying man went down with his flashlight large like my dick. The man somehow went around the van and tried to surprise me. What an idiot! You can attack anyone but not a guy like me, who was fighting every night for years on the streets of Hong Kong. That silly flashlight is your weapon?!?! The man went down, a yard from me. I kept fucking but this time I had a look at him. He was a cop! And he has learned his lesson but not quite. He aimed his gun at me, so this time I kicked him. One yard is nothing. Is it so difficult to understand?

OK, now I concentrated on my love again. All this made us even hotter, because soon we both climaxed. By the time we were done the van shifted by a foot away from the sidewalk. We were happy and totally spent. No wonder, try to move a van sideways a foot, and you'll see what I mean.

How did I know that she was happy? What do you mean, of course I knew. Everybody would. If you fucked a woman like I did, you would know too.

Something else has happened as well, or perhaps "well" is not the best word on this occasion. Four police cars, with deafening sirens on, zeroed on us. I saw I don't know how many guns aimed at me. I got my strength in my legs back but I still had that happy wide grin on my black face.

The cops handcuffed me, and the officer from the van started to shout obscenities at the woman, some twenty feet from me. I said softly "Stop it, man" but he swung his flashlight at her head.

He was too slow again. I moved forward two quick steps, dragging three cops with me, and once again I kicked him, and once again he ended up lying down on the sidewalk. The cops had roughed me up after that but not too bad.

They read me my rights, told me that I can remain silent if I chose so. Right after that they had learned from their radio report that I did time for an alleged rape, that it was my very first day out of prison. They assured me that for raping a police officer's wife, and for hurting the officer himself, a recidivist like me will be fried. I was stunned, "What rape?", but I didn't say anything.

I was in shock. Back in prison I didn't eat at all. A doctor was checking on me, gave me two more days or else they would feed me by force.

Stuart was moved, looked depressed. He had provided me with the same lawyer as earlier, since that lawyer did excellent job the first time.

On this occasion my lawyer was useless to me. Worse than that. It turned out that he cannot take the pressure, to face a lost case. He kept saying what I heard from the cops, that I can choose between being fried electrically or chemically (by injections). He asked me, why didn't you fuck the cop as well, that would be perfect. Ugh!

After a few days I started to nibble on my food. I lost a lot of weight. Two more weeks only and I find myself in the courtroom. It was all blur to me.

I didn't have a chance. I didn't care. I was even strangely relieved that all this is about to end. In the courtroom I went through the routine, and step by step I had confirmed everything I was accused of. I don't even remember questions, it was all routine to me, my own death became a gray routine.

I saw the cops sitting in the room, those who had arrested me, and the woman's husband. The cops looked peaceful, only the husband had hatred all over his face. I was at peace too. But when the other lawyer shouted at me "Why did you hurt an innocent woman, another man's wife?" I almost jumped in my stand. Then I simply said "I didn't".

There was a dead silence in the room. Even the hostile lawyer was silent. He had that smirk on his face but said nothing. After a minute they had brought my woman, my love. She looked terrible. "What happened to her?" I thought. She took her stand, they had sworn her, after which the other lawyer looked triumphantly at the jury. He was taking his time. My woman's head had sank lower and lower. She looked at her feet, never at me.

Finally, in booming voice, the lawyer asked her "Point your finger at the man who raped you, who abused you physically and sexually". And she had pointed her finger at her husband. I was a free man again.

END