Artist for Aid... and Pleasure

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 1: Bella Hadid


January 10

At eighteen, the world often looks different from my vantage point, high above the rooftops. Literally. My name is Kuethpiny, though if you try to pronounce it without having been born on the banks of the White Nile, you'll probably stumble over it, so everyone in Los Angeles just calls me Kueth.

My parents came here fleeing the war in what is now South Sudan. I grew up listening to stories of a distant, beautiful, and wounded land, while my feet kept growing higher and higher, eventually reaching over 6 feet 7 inches. Today, January 10, 2026, those two worlds—my origins and my present—finally met.

My shoulders ached from carrying boxes and moving structures. I had spent the last twelve hours volunteering logistics for Artists for Aid. The goal was ambitious: to raise funds for the humanitarian crises in Palestine and, of course, Sudan.


Sometimes, living in California, you feel disconnected. But when I looked out at the crowd, I was breathless. There were thousands of people. Thousands. Artists, musicians, and ordinary people who couldn't have located Juba or Gaza on a map a month ago, but who were there today, donating, shouting, and showing their support. I felt small, and believe me, that doesn't happen to me often.
“Kueth! We did it!” I heard a shrill cry above the echo of the final applause.
It was Bella. She had been the driving force behind all of this. She is an incredible woman, with seemingly endless energy and a beauty that, honestly, made me a little nervous. She was radiant, her hair slightly tousled from the hustle and bustle, her eyes shining with pure euphoria.
She saw the final figures on the backstage screens and ran towards me. I barely had time to put down the box I was holding. Due to our difference in height, Bella didn't settle for a conventional hug. She took a running start and jumped towards me with an agility that took me by surprise.



Laughing, she wrapped her arms around my neck and, to keep from falling, hooked her legs around my waist. I staggered for a second, but held her firmly by the only place I could: her firm, proud, shapely buttocks. There we were: her hanging from my neck, celebrating with contagious joy, and me, a 6'7" guy who minutes earlier had felt exhausted, now feeling like I could carry the whole world. Or, at least, the butt of one of the sexiest women in the world.

- “Look at that, Kueth! Look how much money we raised for your people!” she exclaimed in my ear, while the crowd continued to cheer in the background.

The scene was magical. We had made history. We were both ecstatic and couldn't contain our happiness. Well, all three of us. Because by then, a friend had obviously joined the celebration. I was just a teenager with no experience in life in general, and I had a bombshell clinging to me, pressing herself against my body with all her might. Her hips rubbed against my pelvis, her breath played against my ear, her slender breasts pressed against my chest… and my hands gripped her ass like claws to keep her from falling. Obviously, all of this aroused me, and an erection appeared as a natural reaction.



The problem is, I'm a really, really long guy… in every sense of the word. And when my little friend comes into play, it's not so small. I've never measured it, but if you're 6'7", your penis is probably around 9 or 10 inches.

- "Hey!!" she exclaimed, surprised. "Kueth, is that… is that…?" she murmured, stunned, glancing down at his crotch.

- "I… I'm sorry," I mumbled, embarrassed. My skin was almost as dark as night, but you could still see that I was blushing. Imagine the size of my embarrassment.

Bella had already gotten over the initial shock. To my surprise, she wasn't startled. She didn't even ask me to put her down. On the contrary, she did the last thing I would have imagined: she kissed me.

It was a spectacular feeling. She was a magnificent kisser. I didn't contribute much myself, partly because of the surprise and partly because I didn't have much experience kissing either. But she… she was a goddess. Her lips and tongue played like mice in my mouth, generating an indescribable storm of sensations. I was in heaven.



When she finished the kiss, she gave me a light push and jumped back to the floor. I thought she had changed her mind and was about to apologize, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She looked at me and said,

-"Come on, we need somewhere quieter," and grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the room and into the labyrinth of the stadium.

We wound through several alcoves until we finally reached the space beneath the stairs. She stood with her back against the wall, pulled me close, and began kissing me fiercely. Now she was shoving her tongue deep into my mouth, and I was responding with mine. She looked at me and said:

"Come here, I want you to see something I know you'll like."

I went over to her and that's where it all started.

Her: "Kiss me hard, it turns me on."

Me: "You like that? I love it," I said, as I started kissing her with all my might.

Her: "Yes, it makes me really wet."

Me: "Oh yeah?" I repeated, astonished.

Her: "Yes. Do you want to touch?"

Me: “Mmm. Yes. Obviously.”

She grabbed my hand and put it inside her pants. She was wearing tight, black leather pants, so it wasn't easy to get my hand in. Then she made a quick movement with her fingers and not only unbuttoned them, but pulled them down to mid-thigh. That way, I had free rein to comfortably touch her crotch. And the best part was that she was wearing a tiny thong, which was barely noticeable.



Once she put my hand inside, my cock exploded with lust at what I felt.

Her: “Do you like what you feel? Does it feel good?”

Me: “Ugh, yeah, it’s so wet and hot.”

Her: “You turn me on like this. Ever since I saw the size of your penis, I’ve been so turned on by you, kid.”

Me: “Kid?”
Her: “Yeah, I thought you were small, but now I see you’re a real man…”

She unzipped my pants, pulled them down a little, and put her hand inside, grabbing my cock, which was already hard and hot.

Her: “Woooooow. You’re not small at all, kid.”

Me: “Mmm. You think so?”
Her: “Seriously, you’re not small at all, your cock is huge, I’ve never seen one so long.”

Me: “Mmm, do you want to see it and feel it better?”
Her: “Let’s see… Go ahead.”


She knelt in front of me; I remained standing. She pulled my pants down to my knees, took my cock out of my boxers, and began to stroke it with her hand, while I grew harder and harder. Then she began to hold me tighter, and little by little she started to masturbate me while looking at me and biting her lip.

Her: "Do you want to feel something good, my love?"
Me: "What...tell me."
Her: "Look..." – she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and little by little she began to wet the entire head of my cock.

Then, when it was wet, she took it all in like a lollipop. And she began to suck it in a way that made my knees tremble. It was the first time anyone had done anything like that to me; I had never felt anything like it.

Her: "Mmm, it seems you like this..."
Me: "Mmmmmm, yes, I love it, keep going, ahhh, keep going..."
She started taking it in and out of her mouth faster and faster, until I almost exploded. At that moment she stopped, and stood in front of me again.

She looked me in the eyes, and kissed me passionately. My cock was throbbing and all wet, covered in her saliva. She said to me:

- "Touch my pussy, big dick."

I started touching her slowly. She was completely wet. I touched her while kissing her mouth. Little by little, I moved down her neck until I reached her breasts, which were large, with very hard, erect nipples. Once I got there, I inserted two fingers into her vagina while sucking on her breasts, just like a newborn calf.

At that moment, I felt her begin to writhe with pleasure. She started moaning softly in my ear, gasping with pleasure. My hand began to feel a river of fluids soaking her completely. She was totally wet and dilated. Her vagina burned with desire.

At that moment, she looked me in the eyes and said:

- "Fuck me completely."

Just as we were, face to face, her back against the wall, I lifted one of her legs, holding it with my hand. Meanwhile, with my other hand, I placed my cock against her pussy. I didn't have to make much of an effort: her pussy was so wet and dilated that my cock simply slid inside. It was like putting it in a jar of honey, a sensation I had never felt before, and it became the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

Then the back and forth began. The movements gradually became faster and harder, deeper and deeper, while she moaned, throwing her head back. I was kissing her neck, feeling my cock become completely hard, almost about to explode with lust.

She stopped me abruptly, looked at me, and said:

- "I want you to fuck me really hard, like I'm your little whore..."

Then she turned around, placed her hands on the wall, lowering her chest slightly, stuck her tail out, and spread her legs, looking at me while biting her lip.



Then I grabbed my cock, thrust it into her pussy, and started pounding her like a madman. My body bounced against hers, and her ass began to slap against my pelvis. I grabbed her hair, wrapping it around my hand and using it like a leash, pulling her towards me, all while I rammed my cock deep inside her. With my other hand, I caressed her lips, while she stuck out her tongue and licked my fingers like they were a cock.

I pounded her hard for several minutes until I felt her thighs all covered in her juices. Her juices were soaking the inside of her thighs and running down her legs.

She stopped me and said,

-“I want you to lift me up, my love…”

-“What?”

Then she turned to face me, jumped onto my waist like she had done minutes before, wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my hips, and her pussy was right in front of my cock, all wet and open.



With one hand, she took my cock and put it inside her. Then she started to move, my cock going in and out in a way that was driving me crazy. I felt like I was going to explode.

Her: "Do you like it like this, handsome?"
Me: "I love it, little slut. You fuck so good."
Her: "Well... you deserve it. For all the work you've done... and for how delicious your cock is."
Me: "You... you're so hot."
Her: "Mmm, that's so good. Fuck me hard, baby. Real hard..."

I grabbed her ass with my hands as I spread it open. Then, I bent my knees and started moving my hips back and forth. Our pelvises slammed together hard. With each thrust, my cock reached the very top, the deepest part of her cunt. The rhythm kept increasing, my cock going deeper and deeper, her getting wetter and wetter, her cunt getting hotter and hotter, her kisses getting hotter and hotter. Our tongues mingled in kisses that almost caressed each other's throats with our tongues.

After a few minutes of that intense back-and-forth of my cock going in and out of her wet pussy, I felt her let out a cry of pleasure. Her breath caught in her throat, her movements became ragged, her legs trembled, wrapped around my hips, and I felt my cock being bathed in her fluids. She'd had a tremendous orgasm and was completely soaked.

Suddenly and without saying a word, she quickly got off me, knelt on my tiptoes, and simply opened her mouth. My cock slid in all the way, down to her throat.



She began to give me an incredible, indescribable blowjob. Her lips touched the shaft of my cock, which I felt reaching the back of her throat. It wasn't long before my balls felt like they were going to explode.

At that moment, all I managed to say was:

“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh, now, I’m going to cum.”

Then she slowed down, her lips captured the head of my cock, and she sucked all the cum I started to release, looking me in the eyes with a beautiful, slutty expression. Those green, slightly teary eyes that I could see despite the dim light. They looked satisfied, pleased because she was getting what she wanted, she was draining the “little boy” she wanted.

My balls exploded; it was an impressive eruption of cum. I had never in my life come so much. My balls were dry; she didn’t leave me a single drop of cum. She literally milked me dry and swallowed every last drop I gave her. She didn’t let a single drop fall outside her mouth. She savored every last drop.

After that, she stood upright in front of me. She looked at me, ran her tongue over her lips, as if savoring the remnants, and smiled at me. She said:

Her: “Did you like that, handsome?”
Me: “And… what do you think?”

Her: “Mmm. I think so. I think it’s been several days since anyone’s expressed your milk, baby.”
Me: “No one’s ever expressed my milk.”

Her: “Hahahahaha”—she started laughing with a delicious laugh.
Me: “What are you laughing at?”

Her: “Don’t be a liar, Kueth.”
Me. “I’m not lying. I’ve never had my milk milked like that before.”

Her. “Are you kidding me?”

Me. “No. Not at all.”

Her. “Damn, don’t tell me you were a virgin?”
Me. “Well… the truth is, I was.”

Her. “You’re kidding me… I fucked a virgin kid.”
Me. “Well… a shy 18-year-old refugee doesn’t have many opportunities to meet girls, haha.”

Her. “My God… 18 years old, such a big cock. And you’re so good in bed. I never thought you were a virgin.”

Me. “You’re the first.”

Her. “Wow, I feel so privileged.”

Me. “I love it. I hope it happens again.”

Her. “Don’t you doubt it.”

After that chat, we started straightening our clothes. It was time to say goodbye. We each had to get on with our own business. Before disappearing down the hallway, she turned to me and said,

- “You like basketball, right?”

I replied,

- “Of course, haha. In fact, I play on my high school team.”

- “Great! Then save Monday night.”

- “For what?”

- “You’re going to the stadium… to see the Clippers. I’ll give you the ticket. Consider it… a special favor to the hottest son of Sudan.”

[Argie Pilot]

Chapter 2:  Olivia Rodrigo

January 10

After finishing my intense session with Bella, I was exhausted. I thought all I had to do was pack my things, take the subway home… and sleep. But the night still held surprises… and the physical stamina of my teenage body continued to amaze me.

I had returned to the main backstage room and was gathering my personal items in my backpack, my back to the door, when I heard it. It was a low, almost imperceptible noise, but unmistakable: someone clearing their throat.
Then I turned around and saw her, standing in the doorway. She was an incredibly petite girl… and very beautiful. The girl really was very short (she couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall), very thin, with an olive complexion, smooth skin, a pert nose, and straight brown hair. But what impressed me most were her beautiful features, her flawless smile… and her curves. As I said, she was very thin, but that didn't stop her from having a well-defined waist and hips. And she was incredibly busty: her breasts were generous, perky, firm, and round.



“Well, well… so you’re the noisy one,” she said with a mocking tone.

“Me? Noisy?”

“Well, you and Bella,” she added, smiling.

“You… you heard us?”

“Half the hallway heard you,” she said teasingly. “But I don’t think anyone else could identify the two of us. Except me: after all, I wanted to say goodbye to Bella before I left.”

I remained silent, looking at her with a mixture of embarrassment… and lust. Contrary to what I had imagined seconds before, my penis was slowly regaining its firmness.

“Luckily, I ran into Bella just before she left this building. She was… satisfied, let’s say. And she gave me some advice.”
I looked at her, still silent. My penis was already half-erect.

“You know, I was in a relationship for years… but we broke up a few weeks ago. And since then, I haven’t been having a good time… especially in bed,” she said in a husky voice, slowly approaching me, who was still standing motionless in the middle of the room.

“Luckily, Bella told me that you have the best remedy for loneliness,” she continued, as she moved even closer to me. We were only a couple of feet apart, and thanks to our significant height difference, I had a privileged view of her gorgeous cleavage.



And that vision got even better. She stopped beating around the bush and decided to take the plunge. With a swift movement of her arms, she shed her elegant dress. She was left in her underwear: a beautiful red set that perfectly accentuated her narrow waist, her wide hips, her tight ass, her voluminous labia… and her perfect breasts. Moreover, being so busty, her nipples were especially prominent.



By this point, my penis had already reached a worrying size and was nearing its maximum extension. She noticed and stretched one of her small hands in that direction, squeezing my penis so hard that I feared she would sever it. Meanwhile, with her other hand, she began to unzip my fly.

Then I lost control. I helped her unbutton my pants while I took off my shirt and threw it to the other side of the room. Then, I placed my two giant hands behind her small head and pulled her towards me. Then I turned my big lips towards her little mouth and practically devoured her like a wild animal.

We started kissing hard, passionately, and intensely. Between kisses, I slid my hand down her cleavage and began to touch her breasts. I caressed them and ran my fingers over her nipples. They were hard, and I could feel her arousal. My cock had gotten rock hard and thick. She kept touching it eagerly.

- "Wow, it's huge! You have a horse's cock," she said, surprised and turned on at the same time.

While she ran her left hand along the length of my cock, I continued kissing her, but now I was touching her beautiful ass. I even lifted the string of her red thong a few times to play with it while we continued to get hot and heavy.

We made out for many minutes, the heat growing stronger and stronger. Then she took the next step, pulling down my pants and boxers and freeing my rock-hard cock. She leaned down and took it deep into her mouth. She started sucking me off like there was no tomorrow. She was gagging on my dick. You could hear her gagging as she continued to suck it with gusto. That blowjob was absolutely insane. While she was giving me head, I was fondling her ass.

-  "Let's fuck," were her magic words.

We started kissing again, completely heated. I began touching her pussy through her thong. It was soaking wet. After touching it through the thong, I moved the string aside a little to place my fingers on her slightly hairy, wet pussy. Between kisses with tongue, I began to slip my fingers inside her. The brunette moaned with pleasure.



Quickly, she pulled her thong completely down and climbed on top of me. Then my cock slid all the way to the back of her pussy as she started bouncing like crazy.

- "That feels so good... my love, fuck me all the way..." she said as I felt my cock mingling with her fluids.

Her juices flooded my crotch as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. She jumped on top of me, riding me like a dream. With each thrust, she let out little cries of pleasure. I watched, mesmerized, as her beautiful tits bounced in front of my face.



I can't even begin to describe the tits that girl has. It's incredible, because she's so skinny but she has these amazing tits. I started sucking on them. First, I gently ran my tongue over her nipples, then I started sucking on them completely. I even bit them. I thought she was going to say something about not leaving marks, but she didn't care. I didn't miss the opportunity, and while she kept riding me, I left a nice hickey on her neck and another on her breast.

The brunette was a little sex bomb. She made a face of pain, but she endured it. She gripped the back of my neck tightly and sighed in my ear, but she didn't moan. When I started thrusting deeper and longer and more frequently, the brunette began to try to moan. Then, finally, she let out her first whore-like moan.



The brunette had a pretty good orgasm. It wasn't a huge explosion, but it was a nice climax. She let out several cries of pleasure. A small flood of her fluids stained me and my clothes. I knew I could give more.

After she finished, I imagined she would get off me. Not at all. On the contrary, she kept bouncing on top of me without slowing down. In fact, after I came, her pussy was even tighter. Her vaginal muscles practically suffocated my cock, and every nerve in my body was practically begging me to finish.

And I couldn't hold back any longer. Even though Bella had emptied me less than an hour ago, it seemed I had some reserves. Several powerful, seed-filled torrents flooded her cunt with my thick cum. She didn't mind; on the contrary, she started moaning like crazy and came again.

After this intense session, we were both exhausted and sprawled on the floor. Like a true slut, she didn't even bother to clean herself. She simply straightened her red underwear, hastily put on her clothes, and that was it. She said goodbye with a quick kiss, but instead of kissing me on the cheek (or mouth), she kissed the tip of my penis, which was still quite erect. Then, she turned around and left the room, swaying her perfect hips seductively.

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Chapter 3: REI AMI

January 12

On Monday night, the Intuit Dome vibrated with electric energy. I still couldn't believe I had two tickets to see the Clippers, a gift from Bella as a thank you for the event. I went with my best friend, feeling like a giant even among the crowd of basketball fans.

A couple of rows in front of us, three women caught everyone's attention. One was brunette, wearing denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and a long plaid shirt that gave her a very Californian look. The other two had Asian features and incredibly fair skin; they were the perfect contrast, one tall and slender, the other shorter and curvier, both wearing dark, oversized clothing that screamed urban style.



Halftime arrived, and the music got louder. The arena announcer pointed to the three women and invited them down to the court for a contest. Then, he looked for someone in the crowd.

- “You, the giant in row four!” he yelled, pointing at me.

I stepped onto the court, my heart pounding. It was the first time my feet had ever set foot on that hallowed NBA hardwood. I was assigned to a team: I was paired with the shortest Asian girl, while the brunette and the tall Asian girl formed the other duo.

- “Let’s do this,” I told my teammate, trying to encourage her.

But it was a comical disaster. I didn’t miss a single shot; my height and my practice on the high school team gave me a clear advantage. However, my teammate… she couldn’t make a single basket. She shot gracefully, but it always ended up hitting the backboard or flying through the air. On the other team, the tall Asian girl was also terrible, but she managed to sink a basket by sheer luck. The one who finished us off was the brunette girl: she had professional-level aim and didn’t miss once.

We lost. I was a little disappointed by the result—my competitive side never rests—but the thrill of being there outweighed it. I said goodbye to the girls with a hug, laughing about the chaos of the game, and went back to my seat.

After the game, my friend and I stayed behind to record some videos to remember it by. When the arena started to empty, we decided to head down to the tunnel area where the players come out, hoping to get an autograph. We were walking down a somewhat deserted corridor when, suddenly, I felt an arm pull me with surprising force.

Before I could react, I found myself shoved into a small side room, away from my friend. I looked down, alarmed, and when I saw her up close, I realized who it was: the short Asian woman from the contest!



- "I'm so sorry," she said, with a mischievous smile, looking down at me (I was at least two feet taller than her). "I was a total disaster out there. I made you lose the prize."

- "It's okay, it was fun," I managed to say, still processing the situation.

- "No, seriously. I want to reward you for being such a good teammate," she murmured.

- "How?" —I asked.

She didn't respond with words. Instead, she reached out, gripped the back of my neck firmly, pulling me down slightly, and gave me a kiss that took my breath away. It was quick, intense, and left me frozen against the wall.

I could barely see anything else. She clung to my neck, and I to her mouth. We kissed without fear of being seen. Our hands explored the warmest parts of each other's bodies. I unzipped the front of her jumpsuit completely, revealing her breasts, still covered by a beautiful black bra. She, in turn, made me take off the blue and white polo shirt I was wearing, taking her time kissing my chest, licking my nipples, and sucking them until I shuddered with pleasure, for the first time that night.

Then, my hands continued sliding her jumpsuit down, pulling it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, where she used her feet to help her remove it completely.

At the same time, she managed to unbutton my pants, slipping her soft, warm hand under my boxers, making the first direct contact with my penis, which was hard and hot, and reacted to her touch with a jolt of pleasure.

To take off my pants and shoes, I moved back about a meter from her, which I used to admire her. She was beautiful, a woman with more hips and breasts than one would imagine for an Asian woman, with a prominent, rounded bottom. She wore only a black and white bra and thong set, both gorgeous pieces, sheer and perfectly fitted to her body. Her skin was pale and smooth.



As I was about to approach her, still in my boxers, which could barely contain my erection, she signaled for me to take them off as well. I liked the way she had said it. She hadn't asked or suggested it; she had ordered me to.

Then she came back to me, pressed herself against my body, her back to me, moving her ass up and down against my cock, heating me up. My hands gripped her breasts, her belly, her hot, wet pussy, still in her underwear, her ass perfectly positioned against my cock.

Each time her ass moved up and down, brushing against my cock, it made it harder, my temperature rise, and my desire to be inside her grow without limit.

I don't know how long we stayed like that; it was a kind of self-pleasure she was giving me by rubbing my cock against her ass, against her thong, while I did nothing but caress her breasts and nipples, clearly visible through her bra, and her pussy, which was getting hotter and wetter, having soaked the soft, suggestive fabric of her thong for quite some time.

Suddenly she pulled away from me, and without taking her eyes off me, finished undressing and removing her shoes. As I watched her, my hand went to my cock, to stroke it and slowly masturbate me.

She made me sit in one of the few chairs in the room, while she sat in front of me. Then she took my cock in her left hand, gazed at it with burning eyes, her lips slightly parted, as if she held before her the most precious prize, the most magnificent trophy. Then she lowered her mouth until her tongue began to brush against my testicles, sliding it so slowly it seemed it would never end, slowly moving up to the tip of my glans. That made me shudder with pleasure.

She repeated the same exercise, the same movement with the same agonizing slowness, that slowness that multiplied my pleasure and my desire, that made my cock burn and my testicles swell.

I was going crazy with pleasure. The rhythm, the cadence, the way her tongue played with my glans, and the way her lips engulfed my cock to suck my head, made it impossible to suppress my moans, my hands reaching for her body to hold her, to make her feel the pleasure she was giving me.

After a few minutes like that, she abandoned her initial position and sat on the edge of the only table in the room, her legs spread, showing me her delicious pussy: completely shaved, glistening, and coated in the fluids that oozed from it.

Now it was my turn to kneel between her legs, while she held my head with her hands, forcing me to do what I so desperately wanted: lick her pussy, slide my tongue along her lips, caressing them with longing, starting from the part closest to her anus and ending at her swollen and aroused clitoris.



Instantly, her fluids filled my lips and tongue, viscous and slightly tangy, which only intensified my passion and longing for her, for that marvelous body, for that powerful way of having sex.

The next thing I did was slip my tongue into her cunt, moving it inside like a small cock fucking her, while my fingers played with, massaged, and stimulated her clit, making her moans continuous and increasingly intense.

I continued like this for a few minutes, alternating between fucking her cunt with my tongue and inserting two, even three, of my fingers into her dilated pussy.

I continued licking and sucking her clitoris with my tongue and lips, tugging at it with soft, intense bites, before licking and enveloping it again with my tongue. At the same time, two of my fingers slipped into her cunt, which was becoming increasingly hot and swollen with fluids. They moved in an arc, making her whole body tremble with pleasure. She bounced slightly on the spot where she sat, her legs closing around my head, her hands pulling me closer and closer to her body.

I continued like that long enough to receive her orgasm in my mouth and on my fingers. A wonderful release of hot, viscous fluids, tasting of her cunt, her body, her burning pleasure.

As soon as I pulled my mouth away from her crotch, she slid down the side of the jacuzzi until she was sitting inside, rocked by the bubbles, her eyes half-closed, with that angelic face I'd always remembered.

- "I want you to fuck me," she said after barely a minute.

- "I want nothing more than to fuck you," I replied.

We went back to devouring each other with kisses, while her hands massaged my cock, helping me regain the tremendous erection I'd had before. It didn't take much; my cock was hungry for her.

I then led her to the side of the bed, her back to me. I made her stand, bending at the waist, so she could rest her hands on the edge of the mattress, offering me a magnificent view of her ass and pussy. I couldn't resist and gave her a resounding slap on her white buttocks. Her ass was wonderful, out of this world.

I held my cock in my right hand and rubbed it against her body, from her anus to her clit, feeling the juices flowing from her pussy moisten it.

I repeated the same movement several times, allowing her juices to lubricate my cock, and her moans to return.

Then, I positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy, pressing hard to thrust inside her, burying my cock in that marvelous body with a single stroke. Her moan, half pain, half pleasure, filled the room. I gripped her by her rounded hips and pulled her hard toward me, my body thrusting back into hers, penetrating her to the very depths of her being. She moaned loudly again and writhed with pleasure.



I slapped her delicious ass again and began an intense fuck, pulling my cock almost completely out of her pussy before plunging it back in with powerful, deep thrusts.

She reached out with one hand and began alternating between caressing her clit and my balls, which only made me more aroused, and my thrusts became more powerful and constant.

Just five minutes later, she exploded again in a wave of pleasure, squeezing her pussy as tightly as she could against my body, my balls almost at the entrance of her wet cunt. Her whole body trembled as she came again, moaning, sighing, and nearly crying with pleasure.

She enveloped my cock with her fluids, while simultaneously embracing and engulfing it with her hot, wet cunt. My balls were swollen, heavy with the semen I'd been producing for quite some time now.

When her convulsive movements ceased, I pulled my cock out of her cunt and guided it to her anus. It was somewhat damp and very hot, and I used the fluids from her cunt that my cock carried to lubricate her anus, in addition to what I deposited with my fingers.

Then, I began to push my glans into her anus. She yielded to the pressure of my cock much sooner than I expected. It was clear she practiced anal sex relatively regularly. Soon my cock was swallowed by her rear orifice, letting itself be drawn in as far as it would go, enveloped in the soft, moist warmth of her anus.

When I felt my cock fully inside her ass, I left it like that for a few moments, so we could both get used to the situation, although I soon began pumping inside her hot ass. My anxiety was stronger than anything; I needed to cum inside her right then and there.



I started another in-and-out motion, as fast and intense as the first. She, as before, reached out with one of her hands and began to caress her clit and her pussy, along with my balls, alternately.

Not even five minutes had passed when an immense jolt, like a colossal electric shock, shook my entire body, contracting my balls like never before, and releasing a jet of cum so powerful that it completely filled her anus. After the first spurt, several more followed, and neither of us could stop moving.



When I pulled my cock out of her wonderful hole, she turned around and finished masturbating, gripping my hot, semen-laden cock with one hand, while inserting three fingers of the other into her cunt, all the while flicking her clit with her hand. She came in barely another minute.

We both collapsed onto the bed as best we could, sweaty, exulting with pleasure, and completely satisfied.

It took me a couple of minutes to regain my composure. I went out into the hallway looking for my friend, but I couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly, a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I tensed. It was a tall, white man, around 50 years old, wearing an impeccable gray suit and with a sternly professional expression.

"Shit," I thought. "I'm going to get kicked out for being in a restricted area. Or worse: maybe he heard us having sex."

- "That jump shot you showed at halftime was very fluid for someone your size," the man said, without preamble.

I was speechless.

- "I'm a college coach," he continued, pulling a card from his jacket pocket. "We're looking for talent for next season, and I like your wingspan and your mobility. I'll be holding private tryouts next Tuesday at a gym here in Los Angeles."

He handed me his card. His name and the university logo gleamed in the hallway lights.

- “I’ll see you at ten in the morning, Kueth. Don’t waste my time.”

He turned and walked away with a purposeful stride. I glanced at the card and then at the empty court. In a single night, my life as a refugee and the son of survivors seemed to have taken a turn I never could have imagined, not even in my wildest dreams on the streets of Los Angeles.