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[10:37] Kit Lecleir: [c.c I might be curious~]
[10:39] Alan Sanders: ((Well, you've come to the right place. Any part in particular you're looking to explore?))
[10:40] Kit Lecleir: [Well, yanno. There's all sorts of weird rumors, and maybe Kit's just a little curious. Why would they say 'once you go black, you never go back'~]
[10:43] Alan Sanders: ((I'd be more than happy to give her a hands-on demonstration of why that is~ So, should we set up a high school setting? Perhaps Kit's the new transfer student and Alan's the star athlete and subject of the aforementioned black cock gossip.))
[10:48] Kit Lecleir: [That could be a good bit of fun, honestly~ Maybe she's transfered in from a private school or something, so she really doesn't know much.]
[10:51] Alan Sanders: ((Sounds like a plan to me. Anything else you'd want to discuss before we start thinking about setting? Kinks/limits?))
[10:51] Kit Lecleir: [I dont think I see anything on your Faves and Yeses that I dislike.]
[10:54] Alan Sanders: ((Excellent. So shall we start things off? I figure a party or a locker room scenario would be a likely place for gossip to arise, though I'm certainly all ears if you have a starting setting in mind.))
[10:55] Kit Lecleir: [Hm~! How would we get Kit into a locker room scene~? Just..Walked into the wrong one, or would it start just outside of one?]
[10:58] Alan Sanders: ((Well, she has to hear the gossip after all! So she could hear it either from the excited whispers of her fellow girls, in which case it could just be after gym class, or from the incredulous exclamations of the other guys on the team, in which case she would hear it as they left the men's locker room.))
[11:00] Kit Lecleir: [Gotcha! Alright :3 Would you like me to kick things off then~?]
[11:00] Alan Sanders: ((That would be great. Just post at whatever length you're most comfortable with and I'll match as best as I can.))
[11:01] Kit Lecleir: [Kk~]
[11:02] Kit Lecleir: [Oh! Do you have a year you'd like Kit to be in, in particular?]
[11:03] Alan Sanders: ((Not particularly, though I do generally prefer younger than Alan. I would say Junior or younger.))
[11:09] Kit Lecleir had transfered in after summer break and was doing her best to blend in with the other students. It was hard sometimes, though. She came from a well-off family who'd only recently listened to her pleas for her to live a more normal life rather than sending her off through Private School. So, socially she was a little off, sometimes coming off as a little haughty, and she was a touch inexperienced dealing with guys. It came off as a sort of cute awkwardness a lot of the time though. She caught a lot of attention, though. She was mixed descent, her mother being from japan, her father from the middle north-east of the US. She had some of the exotic asian look, but with the same sort of light skin and broader, fuller features some white girls could have.

More than that, she tended to clam up some around some of the lewder subjects, like what the girls had been talking about after gym class. It'd been enough to make her hurriedly get dressed, back into that flimsy little pleated skirt and button down shirt, reminiscient of the uniforms she'd been used to wearing. She left the locker room, backpack slung over her shoulder, only to stumble into a stream of guys also leaving. She guessed they just took less time than most girls did! She'd never seen them leaving the locker room. The sophomore paused and held back...There was at least one black guy in her gym class...Maybe she could stop him and ask... She waited to see if she could catch him.
[11:16] Alan Sanders let out a satisfied sigh as he swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and made his way out of the locker room. There was still plenty of time before next class and so, not in any particular hurry, he was content to stroll along with his usual laid-back stride. As the entire contents of the locker room spilled out into the hallway through the single, woefully insufficient pair of double doors traffic slowed to a crawl. Alan hung back from the crowd, taking some time to catch a drink of water and finish pulling on the white tank that he typically wore under his shirt. It was hot in the dead of summer, and he figured that no one, least of all the school's sizable female population, would mind if he cooled off and showed a bit of skin in the process.

Finally the crowd dispersed, and as Alan leisurely strolled out of the locker room in his usual sneakers and sweatpants attire, he was surprised to see a shock of distinctly female blonde hair over the heads of the last straggling individuals in the crowd. The hair was attached to a transfer student, the one who'd been the subject of some not-so subtle exclamations of desire by the rest of the football team, and who looked very out of place dressed so prim and proper in the middle of the hallway of a very average school. "You looking for something?"
[11:22] Kit Lecleir cheeks flushed when she came face to face- Well, face to chest with the tall african-american male in the hallway. Kit felt very small in comparison to him, having to really look up to him as it were. He was thick and broadly muscled and she was...Well, not thin, but smaller. Her waist was small, but other parts of here were decorated with lovely swells and curves.

Her eyes glanced around, not staying focused just on him for a moment before she brought them back, forced them back to his face. "I'm not so much looking for something as I am..curious?" she scrunched her lips up a little bit, clearly hesitant to just spill the beans "I...Um.." a nervous little laugh came out of her "Would you like to meet a bit more privately after school or something? I have a thing I'd like to ask you..and its.." she swallowed. "Kind of embarassing?"
[11:29] Alan Sanders smirked as the girl flushed and averted her eyes from his gaze. He'd heard more than a few of his teammates bemoaning her cool and seemingly disinterested demeanor and intimidating confidence, but it seemed now that it had all melted away in rather short order. Her button down shirt and pleated skirt, though rather conservative, were thin and flimsy and did a decidedly poor job of masking her slender, but very well-rounded figure. Still, he had to commend her for at very least making the effort and succeeding to look up and meet his eyes.

"Maybe, if I'm feeling like discussing I'll swing back around to the locker room after school. I got a spare key if privacy is what you're looking for." Chuckling a bit at her request and the formality of her tone, he simply gave a cocky shrug and turned around to head to class. He knew he would show up, and so would she, but this just made things so much more entertaining. Alan did so love to tease, particularly the girls who were willfully confident.
[11:33] Kit Lecleir was definitely cool and confident! Particularly around the girls she was so used to dealing with or around academic situations. Heck, she could even be hell to deal with in certain sports.. But dealing with a much larger than her male student? dealing with the subject she had questions about? She couldn't really manage the same demeanor. She gave a nod "I'll be here then." she said, before wandering off to her next class...

A couple hours later, she was back. She didn't take her school bag home, but her gym bag, leaving it slung over her back for the time being. She headed to the gym straight after her last class, making sure she was there early, waiting with her back turned toward the boy's locker room. She patiently waited with a slight sway to her feet, eyes scanning up and down the hallways.
[11:39] Alan Sanders may have liked to toy with girls every now and again, but he wasn't one to make a lady wait, at least not until he'd gotten a bit more 'acquainted' with her. He strolled down the hallway right on time, perhaps a few minutes late by her exacting standards seeing as she was already and there and looked like she'd been waiting. He gave her a smirk and a nod as he strode up to her in his usual long stride, the hallways now empty just a few minutes after the bell had rung, at least on this side of the school.

He turned to unlock the locked double doors with a key he fished from his pocket, strolling inside and waiting for the girl to enter before closing and locking it behind them. "So what's your name anyhow? I don't generally do any discussing with mysterious transfer students I've never met before. I imagine if you've got questions for me, they've got to be pretty 'specific'. I ain't the greatest student at Jefferson High."
[11:42] Kit Lecleir sort of already knew who he was.. There were other black students, but not any as large as him that she knew of...Maybe there was another, but she didn't think she'd seen them, and they werent who the girls had been talking about. As he opened the door, she turned to enter, slipping in and walking to set her bag down on one of the benches. As she turned back to him, her cheeks were noteably flushed.

"I..Make it a point to understand as much as I can...Its part of why I wanted to come to a public school. The stuff I'm learning in class is..pfft...Its easy in comparison to my last classes.. But" she paused, swallowing a moment, taking in a bit of a breath "I've just heard some things since I showed up..Not like, every day, but frequent enough.. and since you stopped me in the hall, I figured maybe you could answer them?"
[11:49] Alan Sanders watched her intently; she was standing and clearly making an effort to get her idea across, but still dancing around the issue. Still, Alan had a pretty good idea of what she was talking about. Between her body language and the delicate way she tiptoed around saying anything specific, he was practically sure of it. "Like I said, if you've got questions for me, there's a pretty good chance that I've got the answers you're looking for. But enough playing around, I don't come from any rich white private school, but I know enough to know when a girl's dancing around whatever she's trying to say. Let's hear about those curiosities."

In a way it was amusing. Most girls were more forthright with their interest or jumped straight into signalling their availability. The way the girl in front of him tried to articulate the myriad reasons for her very specific curiosity had a certain charm to it, and sparked in him a very particular desire to take here mind off of things with a more 'hands-on' approach to things.
[11:53] Kit Lecleir gave him a surprised look as he asked her to cut away from the delicate conversation decorations and just be blunt about it all. Her eyes focused up on him a moment before dropping downwards. She wasn't used to situations like this and some of her own self-conciousness came in. Her hands came toward the front of her skirts, fingers softly squeezing a couple of the pleats and running her fingers against them. At the same time, the posture left her upper arms to frame her breasts some and press them together...Not that she was wearing a low-cut shirt for the pose to emphasize her cleavage. "Well~"

She paused one more moment. "Jessica and Rebecca were talking about it and it just doesn't...fit in my head.." her eyes finally came back to him, more resolute and focused, staring straight into his eyes as she phrased the question and waited for his response. "What do they mean by the phrase 'Once you go black, you never go back' and why wouldn't you go back?" She'd over heard them mentioning Alan a couple times in the past, which was the particular reason she'd chosen to approach him specifically.
[11:59] Alan Sanders wasn't certain if all of those subtle little gestures were intentional or not, but he knew very well that they were stirring a particular reaction down below, as the sleeping giant began to rouse itself from its usual slumber. Whether or not she noticed the slight stirring the the leg of his sweatpants wasn't clear, but he certainly noticed the way those perky, well-formed mounds pressed themselves together beneath that crisp white shirt, framed very well by her slender upper arms as she toyed with her skirt. Self-consciousness carried a strange appearance on her, and one that he decidedly liked.

He leaned forward just slightly meeting her eyes with a cocky gaze of his own, smile broadening across his face as she finally cut to the chase and mentioned that magical saying that so many girls had become 'educated' about since he'd been at this school. "That's all you came here to ask? Well shit, could have just done a google search if you were so damn curious. You must really be from some prissy white school if you ain't never heard of that saying." Chuckling to himself he thought back to Jessica and Rebecca, a wild night, but just one of many. The conquest he had in mind right now would be much more storied. "It means that once you've had black cock, you won't ever think about going back to white, or Asian in your case."
[12:10] Kit Lecleir gave him a look when he finally explained things. It wasn't so surprised..It was almost a sort of irritated look. He had answered part of her question, but not all of it. Her hands moved from the pleats of her skirt to her hips, settling on them for a moment as he kept her eyes on his, despite his confident, cocky gaze down on her. That was all he could really do, anyway. She wasn't sure if, even on his knees, he wouldn't be eye to eye with her. He was over a foot taller..which kept her from really noticing the stirring of that slumbering giant. Her eyes just werent looking in a direction that kept it in her peripherals.

"Okay...But why is that?" she said, her cheeks still flushed with a slight embarassment even as she started into the heart of the question "What makes it so much...better? I mean.." she finally broke away. "There's no evidence that race gives a statistical advantage in size outside of maybe a couple fractions of an inch...and just so you know... " she paused a moment, glancing back up toward him at that. "It wasn't just a white school..It was all girls." why did she feel the need to explain that? She didn't quite know.
[12:16] Alan Sanders couldn't help but let out a smug chuckle at that. Not only a predominantly white school but one that was entirely female? No wonder she'd never heard the saying, though now he was starting to get curious as to whether she had an inner slut to match the stories he'd heard about girls from that sort of school. "Maybe not all black guys do, though I've certainly known some. Let's just say we're better equipped, and we know how to use what we got to treat a lady. But hey, even I'm starting to dance around the issue now. If you really want to know just how much 'better equipped' I certainly wouldn't mind letting you take a look."

He wondered whether she'd take that offer, curious as she'd already proven herself to be. Her confidence seemed to be overcoming and suppressing her embarrassment, cleanly winning that battle for now. They were alone and in a locked locker room at the edge of the school. Oh she might not be so keen on the idea at the moment, but it was a hard road to come back from once one took the first step.
[12:22] Kit Lecleir had almost no sexual experience, except for maybe a couple flirtatious girl on girl flings that didn't culminate in anything. So..Maybe she wasn't totally virgin..But any experience with a guy? There just wasn't any there... So when he mentioned getting a better look? That was enough to push her back off some of that confidence, her cheeks flushing a bright, hot red as he left her with that on her plate..

It was on her to choose..Did she want to? Her eyes scanned the locker room.. There was no one else here.. The door was locked..they were on the edge of school..No one would hear them through the thick brick walls...She swallowed, guiding her eyes back to him once more. "S-sure.." the bright haired half-asian said as she stared up at him. "Lets see..."
[12:27] Alan Sanders watched her intently, scanning for the smallest of fidgets, the sparks of curiosity, and that bright, hot flush that signalled more loudly than anything else her inexperience. It seemed that she was becoming almost physically uncomfortable with the nature of this conversation, but to his delight, she chose to soldier on. "Hey, you said it, not me." He smirked, smug expression on his face as his hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers and pulled them down as he had so many times before.

He could tell she was watching intently, and he couldn't wait to see her face as inch after thick, veined inch of his cock was revealed, still partially flaccid and hanging pendulously between his legs. It had to be as thick or possibly even thicker than her slender arms, and certainly larger in every dimension than she'd seen before in a textbook format.
[12:30] Kit Lecleir eyes widened as his fingers caught him sweatpants and started to drag them down. As he slowly pulled them down, she was brought to see more and more of that.. It was lewd, she recognized that, and her heart was beating all the faster because of it. She shouldn't be doing this, she knew...But... "Oh my..god..." she softly whispered out as more and more of it came out..."That's..." she shook her head "That's your...cock? That's..." she bit down on her lower lip, taking a step backward...

Her eyes weren on it for a long moment before she came back up toward his "I dont think..anyone could enjoy something like that! Its huge! Its...kinda terrifying just to look at!" she said in a loud tone, sounding almost a little surprised by the situation itself and the unveiling combined. "There's no way that wouldn't hurt..." so she really didn't understand Rebecca and Jessica now.
[12:35] Alan Sanders could tell she was stunned at the reveal, and for very good reason. Alan had seen that reaction on many a face before, though typically in a very different, and decidedly less clinical environment than this one. Still, her disbelief was palpable, and he was very much in the mood for 'discussing' now. Her body language may have indicated fear or distaste, but her eyes remained on it for quite some time, longer than she probably even realized herself before she finally turned back up to look at him.

"Hurt? Maybe at first, but you can probably tell by the way the girls talked about it that things change in a real hurry and the girls start singing a very different tune. You can probably begin to see now why girls don't ever go back. Once you've been stretched out by a monster like this, doesn't even cross your mind to have anything less. I can guarantee you that."
[12:41] Kit Lecleir grit her teeth a moment as she tried to think of just how to counter that argument. She was sure he was right by how the girls had chittered about him. It had been more than just the two, she'd heard about it from a couple others, as well.. So...Now that she was face to face with it, since she'd come this far...did she just go back? "I..see..."

She spoke to fill some of the time. Her eyes were back down on it, and she noticed somethig. It was still hanging, sort of. Was it just so big and heavy that it couldn't support itself? No...She'd...seen pictures, that much was certain. It looked still sort of soft. Was it? How long had she been staring at it this time before she asked "Is it..hard?" She wasn't sure.
[12:45] Alan Sanders raised a brow as she seemed to digest the facts, the sum of all the information she'd just been presented with. It painted a picture that maybe didn't make sense right now, or didn't sit quite well with her understandings of things at the moment, but with a logical mind like hers she had to face what had been presented. "It's a big world out there princess, this isn't even a taste of what you've been missing out on."

Once again he could feel her eyes on his cock, staring intently, analyzing. He almost felt as if she were trying to find some mystical or otherwordly quality to it. "Hard? Nah, still pretty soft for the moment, though it'll harden up real quick if things start going in an appropriate direction." Laughing to himself he looked her up and down once more, her usually cool demeanor having melted away in the heat of her embarrassment with the subject matter. She looked vulnerable and ever curious, deliciously so.
[12:48] Kit Lecleir gave a princessy little pout as she was called princess, clearly disliking the pet-term for her...But still.. She couldn't help but feel all the more curious. That wasn't fully...hard? She knew they got bigger..But then, there were those that were growers...and those that were showers, right? She'd heard those terms before...She kept her eyes on his cock for maybe a little too long before letting them trail back up.

Finally, she decided she'd take the bait that was dangling infront of her eyes...She wanted that knowledge like a fish that wanted a worm....So she opened her mouth and took it, asking. "Can I see what its like when its hard then? Is it that much bigger?"
[12:52] Alan Sanders had to laugh at just how appropriate his little pet-name for the girl was, her face the perfect picture of a young woman who was not accustomed to being mocked. Still, the curiosity still shined through, and that would remain the focus of his attention, at least for now. Each time her eyes trailed to his cock they seemed to linger a little bit longer, her gaze to soften a little bit further as the image would be engraved upon her mind.

"If you want to see what it's like hard, you'd best give me a good reason to get hard little lady. This ain't a show you know. Fair's fair." Just how far would she go, he wondered, in her pursuit of knowledge. How far could she wander into the unknown before those bodily desires ripped control away from her ever so rational mind? Perhaps, and he grinned at the prospect, they were about to find out.
[12:57] Kit Lecleir looked surprised when he asked for a little something in return. Her eyes broke from him entirely for the first time in a while. Still, in the back of her mind, that incredulous image remained of that oversized member. She scrunched her fingers into the skirt again before her hands left it and she took another step back. "Okay then.."

So she stood there infront of him, hands down at her side, fingers curled slightly into fists as she tried to keep herself resolute in this. She was in over her head in the unknown already..Could she back out now? Would he let her out if she tried to? She knew how risky the situation was..She felt like he was almost a foot and a half taller. So if things went bad, she was in a bad spot..and that ellicited a little more excitement for her. "What would you like from me to get it hard?"
[13:02] Alan Sanders may have looked the part, but he wasn't really that much of a brute, at least not all the time. No, he preferred it when girls came to him of their own accord, of their own curiosity, drawing them in with a hint here, a bit of a suggestion there. Now a girl was coming to him full of questions, and asking them as if compelled by some mysterious force. She was practically reeling herself in.

He could tell that the thoughts were racing through her head, weighing the options, the possibilities, and most importantly, the risks. Still they all came to the same result as she asked that question that he'd very much been hoping she would ask. "Hmm, why don't you start things off by taking off the shirt. I've been wondering just what you're hiding under there under all those layers."
[13:07] Kit Lecleir would probably have normally blushed at that suggestion...if her cheeks weren't already so red. She visibly flinched a moment before giving a little nod. Without much hesitation (though there was definitely still some) she started to unbutton her shirt, starting at the bottom and slowly working her way up.. Despite her innocent attire and ability to dress her curves down, they were still something Kit was known for. Her ethnicity was clearly known, and while most people with a bit of asian in them were smaller, Kit had a fuller bust than a lot of the other girls in the locker room. It was something she was used to, though. When puberty hit in her private school days, she'd had a lot of comments made.

She had a rather plain, soft blue bra that gradually came into view, just before that cleavage also came in. She finally undid the last button and let the shirt fall off behind her, flicking it over toward her bag on the bench. Her skin was soft, unblemished, creamy, smooth. Her waist had a thin taper to it that broadened out as it came closer to her waist, giving her a slight hourglass shape. Her bra was heavily filled, a solid weight the cups had to hold up, the straps kept tight against her so that it could. "There weren't that many layers today. Its pretty hot, yanno."
[13:13] Alan Sanders smiled broadly at the slow, deliberate seeming reveal. Her hands were surprisingly steady given her clear nerves, and he had to admire that at very least. But his eyes were more focused on her body than anything else, and it just kept getting better and better. Her clothes had hinted at what lay beneath them, given teases and glances and suggestions of what they concealed, but he couldn't have predicted anything this good. Her full, sizable bust was accentuated even further by her slender waist and limbs, themselves made incredibly apparent by the fullness of her hips and the voluptuousness of her figure. Yes, even without doing anything she was giving him some very good reason to get hard.

And get hard her did, even without a single touch to his cock it jerked to life slightly as the blood began to liberally flow. It had already been large before, but now it grew and began to stand at attention, not quite fully erect but certainly on its way. "Not a bad start, and as you can see, it was still pretty flaccid earlier. Now I'm a bit closer to full mast if you know what I mean. You should feel proud of yourself princess, most girls don't even get me this far by the time they're in my lap." She had a certain exotic charm to her, perhaps in her features, perhaps in the pristine and seemingly flawless complexion she seemed to carry effortlessly, but it was certainly getting him riled up in a good way.
[13:19] Kit Lecleir was still flushed in the cheeks, embarassed to be standing there infront of tthe man with her bra exposed. She didn't have anythign to be nervous about when it came to judging on her body. She knew that much. She'd always heard things from girls in the locker room about her, maybe more so now that she was transfered in to this public school.. Her eyes came, however, to the effects that her little strip tease had done and..."Holy shit.." she said, covering her lips. It was probably the first time anyone had her spit out a swear from her lips..But something he said didn't sit right with her..

She gave a little laugh, maybe the first sign of her starting to slip from just pure logic as her head struggled with rationalizing it. "That's so much bigger! How? How is that not fully hard?" she asked as she stepped in closer. Of course, no matter where he stood, he was staring down at her and had that full cleavage in her vision "How can it actually get any bigger than that?"
[13:24] Alan Sanders could see it, the beginnings of her rational mind beginning to slip, beginning to slack and make mistakes, even misjudge. He wondered if she too realized it, or still ventured onward under the false protections of her logical decision making. "You could try taking off the rest of those clothes, that might just do the trick, or at least nearly. You don't have to believe me if you don't want, but..." As she leaned in he caught a full, uninhibited view of her cleavage, those pale flushed mounds pressed and pulled so perfectly by her arms and gravity as she leaned over that his cock jerked and almost struck her in the chin.

"...I assure you that it's still got some more to go." He smirked once again, indulging in her surprise and disbelief, in the curiosity that was now bordering on dangerous and desperate. That little laugh told him so much, told both of them so much about where this situation could be going if she wasn't too careful.
[13:36] Kit Lecleir stepped back as that cock jerked up and almost struck her. That was ridiculous! She knew there was a big size difference between them, but he was so...long! She stared at it a long moment before giving a bit of a nod. She knew she shouldn't..But...Something in her wanted to see this. It was silly. It was ridiculous to think that anyone could have a part of their body that was that big without suffering health consequences. Would he pass out if she got him hard? She knew how to give some general aid.. So it was safe, right?

Her fingers moved to find the clasp and zipper of her skirt and she quickly undid the pair of them, letting it come slack enough to drop down to the floor .She shoved it over near the bench with her shirt, now standing there in a pair of panties that were clinging tight against her, tailored in a special sort of way so that the back hem was constantly wedged slightly between her cheeks. She preferred them in that sort of style. With a bubbled rear end like hers, sometimes not having it meant you'd get a lot more. Still..If he got a look at her from behind, it was pretty obvious. They were the sort of cheeks that could wobble. [31.media.tumblr.com] "Do I..need to take off more?"
[13:42] Alan Sanders raised his brow once again as the skirt came off, slippin down and most notably around her very generous butt. To say generous even would be a bit of a tragic understatement. Even from the front he could see the shape and fullness of it, and possibly even detect a bit of wobble. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hard in the recent past since he'd become very experienced, but she had a very very nice combination of a hot body and an intriguing approach that was holding his attention very well. Still, even though his cock swelled just a bit further, it was still rather clear that the 'improvement' was minimal.

"That all depends on you Princess, you don't have to take off any more unless, of course, you really want to see all my cock can do. If that's your goal then you'll have to take off everything. Of course, it's up to you." Another piece of clothing off, another choice. He kept telling her she could turn back, that she could walk out of this locker room and put this incident behind her if only she was willing to let this 'mystery' go. But really there was no choice, there was only one direction she could go at this point, and both of them knew it, at least at some level.
[13:46] Kit Lecleir hadn't stopped blushing at all, but she was growing more emboldened in her attempts... He'd given her another choice..She could leave, probably. She'd seen a lot. He was huge.. She sort of understood..But she didn't quite. SHe wanted to know more. Why couldn't they...Was it really that impressive when at full mast....

She took in a slow breath and wordlessly continued. Her hands moved behind herself, momentarily forcing her breasts out further, thrust out as she undid the clasps in the back of her bra. She shrugged her shoulder to shuffled the straps forward, slowly peeling it away. Despite their weight, she was young. The skin didn't have much sag to it at all, so they were held rather high on her chest. Her nipples were already hard from the stimulation of just being seen like this, alone, with such a large man. Her body recognized instinctively the reasons to be doing all of this, all the reasons to be showing off infront of such a huge man.

And then a moment later, she hooked her thumbs into the top waist band of her panties, starting to pull down. At some point, she had to lean forward..She had to know that..and eventually, she did. She slowly bent forward, letting her breasts press clearly together before her head was more level with his cock. Rather than stare, she looked away and closed her eyes as she pulled her panties down along her legs.
[13:53] Alan Sanders wondered just how much of that rational mind remained? How much of that voracious hunger for knowledge and understanding was still driving her, if any at all? Had she entirely fallen to the influence of her body's whims? Or did she still persist in her desire for understanding alone, perhaps some mixture of the two. For whatever reason she was soldiering on, and giving him quite the show in the process.

She knew just what she was doing here, there was no illusion of accidental gestures here. The way she presented her breasts as she reached back, put her shoulder blades together to unclasp her bra, the way her nipples peaked in his presence, reacting to the knowledge and understanding that her body already knew very well but her mind had perhaps only begun to grasp in its entirety. She was showing off, she was trying to arouse him, to spark those thoughts, desires, and perhaps even actions in him with this display of her body, fertile, young, ripe for the taking and denied to so many other men before him. But they were not him, and those cocks were not the image that was now burned into her mind's eye.

As her panties hit the floor he smiled, his cock standing at as full of an attention as it could be. At its full length and girth, emanating heat that she could probably feel even as her eyes were closed and averted, and pulsing, the slightly curved, veined shaft was at last at its fullest point as far as Alan knew. He waited until she once again stood up straight before he smiled smugly and posed a question. "So, understand now why they never go back?"
[13:54] Kit Lecleir: [One moment. ROommate just burned herself ._.]
[13:54] Alan Sanders: ((Ah alright. No worries))
[13:57] Kit Lecleir: [Im glad you seem to be having fun, by the way~]
[13:57] Alan Sanders: ((I'm certainly enjoying myself. Hopefully everything has been to your tastes as well.))
[14:00] Kit Lecleir: [Very much~]
[14:04] Kit Lecleir came to stand back up and finally open her eyes.. They didn't look for his face, just to see if she'd managed to do it.. With his statement, she knew that he was at full growth... Her eyes immediately focused down on that thick, slightly curved, throbbing, humungous, odds defying shaft... Her hands came up, clasping over her mouth and chin together as she just sared at it in disbelief.

"I dont!" she said, echoing her disbelief as she stood naked in the locker room infront of him. "I don't know..I don't get it." she said as she glanced up to him after a moment. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a confused, curious, intrigued focus to her eyes. "I've used a toy before and...Like...It was maybe half that size? And it felt too big at first..." she said, trailing off toward the end. "How does someone even go black?" she asked, reaching a hand up to point at him.

Her body was still...reacting, though. Her teenage hormones were rolling through her body at a steady clip. Her thighs squeezed softly together as she watched for his reaction. "Can you even fit it all in Rebecca or Jessica?"
[14:10] Alan Sanders knew he was in the presence of a determined girl, determined to understand, determined to succeed, and it was that determination that he was making a concerted effort to string along right now, to great effect thus far. Her disbelief was visible, clearly evident to even an untrained eye. So too though was her interest, her body's urges, the raging and oft maligned hormones of a young teen that knew she was in the presence of a man that would leave her forever changed if she so allowed it, for better or for worse as far as practicality was concerned.

"I tell you I could explain it to you ten, twenty times and you still wouldn't get it. There ain't comparing this to no damn toy. A cock is only what it is because there's a man who knows how to use it attached to it, you catch my meaning?" Her question seemed almost laughable, comical, the formality of her inquisitive tone combined with the innate lewdness of her question. "To put it plainly Princess, you'll never really understand it until you've experienced it for yourself like those other girls. They couldn't fit all of it, but I'm still stretching them out bit by bit, maybe with a whole lot of practice." To be completely forthright Alan knew he'd likely get bored of the two long before then. They made for decent lays every now and again, but they weren't anything he would write home about.
[14:18] Kit Lecleir kept watching him as he explained for..maybe the third time. She still didn't get it though. Even from what he said, it didn't settle right into her head. There was no way it would work like he just suggested it, right? She thought it over, weighed the options... There was a dull heat slowly burning through her whole body, a lewd haze starting to settle over her decision making. She was somewhat concious of herself and her lewd positioning, her hands coming to softly cup her breasts to hide her nipples, though as she hoisted them slightly it made it clear just how soft and malleable her breasts were, the gentle flesh molding against her fingers as she did. "Then..."

She swallowed. Her mouth felt dry as she got nervous. Could she really ask this? Would she... Her cheeks reddened to the brightest shade he'd seen yet...Her eyes stayed locked though. Her nerves were still building and as she resolved to overcome them. A side effect occured as her eyes started to water a little bit. She only had a small bit of make-up on, so it wasn't like much would run around her eyes if she was to let a tear out. "Then show me."
[14:24] Alan Sanders had a feeling that there was internal battle raging, just from the way she postured herself. Even with all of the uncertainty he'd seen so far, the internal, mental struggles, the clashes of curiosity and better judgement. Something about self consciousness did not suit her, and seeing her cover her breasts, Alan got the feeling that he was seeing something that few, if any, had ever seen before or would see again. That made it all the more arousing though, all the more tempting, and to hear her finally say it for herself, resolve piercing through the doubt and hesitance in her voice, was music to his ears. "One more time, you said it, not me. You asked for it, so I'm going to show you what those other girls have been talking about."

He wasn't sure what she expected really. For him to jump her perhaps? Just throw her down or over his shoulder and rut her against a wall? No, in that sense she was right, he would never fit under those circumstances. She needed to be 'primed' first, and to start things off he reached down to grasp one of her slim wrists, enveloped completely in his huge hands as he led it to the thick, veined shaft. With one hand she had no hope of wrapping around it completely, and even with two hands it wasn't easy. "Touch it, you know you've been wanting to."
[14:36] Kit Lecleir eyes widened a little as she was forced for the first time to really feel the hugeness of the man she'd been locked in the locker room with. Those thick fingers wrapped tight around her wrist and pulled it away from her breasts, letting it fall back to its natural shape as he guided her fingers toward his shaft...Her fingers wrapped around it and...Definitely didn't enclose it.. She blushed brightly, fingers squeezing against it as she softly tugged around it, slowly gliding her fingers down toward the...Well, toward the base, but not quite near it. "Its so...Warm." she said quietly.

Her features had all softened. Some of her resistance evidently faded as she felt along his shaft with those delicate fingers, moving her other hand after a long moment to try to actually grasp around the whole thing. She could just barely touch her finger tips around it and, as she pointed it more up toward herself, she was only more surprised. The thing was huge...Massive...dominating just in its size. Had she really been wanting to? She didn't know... She focused her attention, gently feeling along his member. There was a certain innocence to the action, exploring every inch that she could touch.
[14:36] Kit Lecleir: [Cut or uncut~? :o]
[14:38] Alan Sanders: ((Cut))
[14:42] Alan Sanders she was reluctant, or perhaps more hesitant, but not unwilling, as her hand peeled away from its place at her breasts without too much resistance. Her fingers were warm and soft, curious in an almost startlingly innocent way as they first touched his cock. "I told you didn't I? This ain't a toy Princess, it's just one part of a man. You'll be hard pressed to find a toy that compare to a real live cock." For now he didn't move his lower body at all, letting her explore for now, still trying to play on her curiosity as much as he could, given that it had gotten him this far. She wasn't ensnared just yet, but she was certainly starting to get close.

Once again her gaze drew itself to his cock, seeming to fixate on it, particularly now that she was able to touch it, feel it, even experience it if only just a little bit. With the small size of her hands, even as she explored she seemed to cover only minimal ground. "You've only seen something like this in pictures up until now huh? How does it feel to get the real thing in your hands?" Her thighs were rubbing together still, though he wasn't certain if she realized it, her body reacting as she drew closer to this male and this cock attached to him.
[14:52] Kit Lecleir gave a little sigh as she heard him asking those questions. They resonated with that curious portion of her. Of course she'd seen pictures. Her parents didn't know, but she knew how to view things privately online without leaving evidence. Not that they were around often enough to catch her. It wasn't a toy, was it...This was what she'd seen photoshopped pics of in seedy portions of the web.. This thing was massive..and she wasn't sure if she'd seen things that might match it...

She softly stroked further down, using her hands to softly caress along that huge length, stepping in a little closer toward him, till she was standing just infront of him, having to tilt his cock up toward the heavy pair of breasts, though keeping it just a little back from her so it wasn't pressed up against her. "Yeah..Maybe...It still seems surreal, yanno?" she said, moving her hands closer down toward the base, losing control of the tip the further down she went.
[14:57] Alan Sanders let out a satisfied sigh, enjoying the light attentions she was lavishing his cock with somewhat unintentionally as she explored. It whet his appetite so to speak, and as her hands moved further down his cock to the base the tip jumped just a bit, grazing the bottom of her breasts as it did. "Well, I imagine you're a quick learner Princess, you certainly seem the type. Can't see you staying confused or unawares for very long at the rate you seem to be exploring right now.

He chuckle, stepping forward now, forcing her to take a better hold of his cock lest it press up against her body at full mast. His hand moved down to the small of her back, the huge size of it allowing him to cover nearly the whole of her slender body as he pulled her closer to him. He couldn't match her mind, but he knew how to appeal to a woman's body, and Princess her was fully, and undeniably, a woman.
[14:59] Kit Lecleir: [Mm! Im trying to think..With Kit standing 5'4'' and Alan standing 6'9" with such a long cock...If Kit were pressed against him, would his Cock just...slide between her breasts?]
[15:01] Alan Sanders: ((Hm, if his cock starts three feet up and is a foot and a half up from there it's around 4 and a half feet up. If Kit's breasts are about a food below the top of her head that would put them right around 4 and a half feet up or a little less. So actually yes. I'd never thought of that before.))
[15:05] Kit Lecleir had originally planned on stopping his cock from resting against her, trying to keep it at a more clinical distance for her to just explore..But suddenly, not only did he step in, making her bend it further up...She suddenly felt that broad hand on her back, pulling her in closer from the small of her spine, his hand settling in easily against the dip of her back, just above her hips.

In that moment, she was met with a couple odd sensations that she was unfamiliar with. The first was that, in his slight pull closer, she lost some of her foot and stumbled in against him, pressing herself in against his front..The second was a sudden warmth between her breasts, the head of that cock settling and forcing itself between her breasts.. It wasn't only that. She could feel that fat girth all the way through her abdomen, her tight waist pressed to the underside, feeling every throb as it moved from the root of his cock to the head.. She was blushing brightly as..for the first time, view of his cock was denied, clouded by her heavy breasts.. She looked up at him, fingers giving a slow squeeze as she pulled upward "I've always been a quick learner~ We could find out if this is a unique subject, though."
[15:14] Alan Sanders felt the smile on his face broaden once again. She didn't even try to pull away. She wouldn't accept defeat of that nature, he supposed, and he was poised to benefit from that determination and confidence. "I don't know Princess, something tells me that you ain't never encountered any subject that you weren't a quick study in, but we'll see. Maybe I'll get to be the first exception."

The head of his cock was in a very desirable spot right now, enveloped by the soft, fullness of her breasts, her skin silken, smooth, and warm to the touch. Just as she could feel the every throb and pulse of his cock as the blood rushed through its veined surface, he too could feel the soft heaving of her breasts with every breath, the light dancing of her fingers, even the undulations of her waist, her stomach pressed up against the sensitive underside of his heavy cock. The heat of her body caused him to swell even further were it even possible, already harder than he'd ever remembered being since his first time years ago. "I hope you know what you're getting into Princess." His free hand moved to her side, slowly sliding down to her hip before cupping one of her cheeks and squeezing at the soft mound. "I don't plan on letting up with my lesson until you're an expert if you know what I mean." His eyes took on an almost predatory hue as he looked down at her.
[15:14] Alan Sanders: ((I've got to go for now unfortunately. I've bookmarked you. Definitely enjoyed what we have going so far and I hope you did as well. Looking forward to continuing next time.))
[15:16] Kit Lecleir: [Cool! I'll see you soon then :3]