Damions Release Ch 02

Thanks to all for their positive comments...as per request here is more about Damion and Fay. For those of you that have not read Damion's Release, I suggest you read it first. Special thanks to 11_carlton for his ace editing skills.

Fay woke basking in a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction. As she stretched her body in all its naked glory, the sheet slipped from the bed to the floor. Oh God, she thought, what a wonderful dream I had. Her hand slid down between her thighs to her swollen pussy, and she felt a sticky residue which she brought from her fingers to her lips.

Her eyes widened as she realized that the dream had been reality. Fay sucked her fingers, tasting last nights combined cum. A sweet sensation coursed through her body, a reminder from the night before. Fay purred as if she were a cat.

Padding naked to the bathroom, Fay decided on a shower. As the warm water caressed her body, Fay leaned her head back, closing her eyes, letting the water fall to her tiny breasts. As her nipples peaked, she imagined Damion's lips sucking her tits, nibbling on her pert nipples. Fay touched herself, twisting the hard pink nipples between her fingers, pulling and tugging... imagining Damion's dark face masked in pleasure as he fed on her.

The water coursed on Fay's slim body, over her flat stomach and down to her aching pussy. The warm wetness reminded Fay of her lover's touch upon her yearning flesh. Her hands followed the flow of the water, and she imagined seeing Damion's strong black hands caressing her.

Placing one foot on the edge of the tub, Fay leaned against the wall. Using both hands she explored her swollen pussy, as a soft moan escaped her lips. A feeling she could only describe as yearning built within her body begging for a release.

Parting her pussy lips, Fay inserted a finger into her hot dripping hole. She could almost feel Damion's tongue enter her. Flicking her clit, she imagined Damion's face buried between her thighs, licking and sucking her burning pussy.

Fay finger fucked herself as she fantasized of all the things she hoped Damion would later do to her: Ohh God....I need...I need.....

Fay furiously stabbed away at her wet fuck hole, fingers slick with water and her pussy juices. So close now....She imagined Damion's large black cock impaling her, in and out... so hard... so large, fucking her. Fay lips parted as she softly moaned Damion's name.

Fay came with a shudder, her orgasm sending a tingling sensation clear down to her toes. Leaning against the wall, Fay waited for her breathing to return to normal. An orgasm through masturbation was a first for Fay, a cause for reflection. Grabbing the soap, Fay quickly bathed then wrapped a towel around herself she went in search of Damion.

Damon wasn't home. Disappointed, Fay wandered the apartment trying to learn more about the man who was quickly becoming so important to her. Choosing a CD from Damion's collection, she listened to a mellow sound of rhythm and blues.

Fay roamed the apartment looking for glimpses into Damion's life. Although she felt as if she had known him forever, he was actually virtually a stranger to her. She knew nothing of his dreams or expectations. Fay longed to share his wants and desires. Finding an old photo album, she settled down to peep into Damion's past.

Damion stood in the doorway watching Fay, a half smile on his face. She looked so vulnerable sitting on his hardwood floor, wrapped only in a towel snooping through his things. Damion cleared his throat.

Fay jumped when she realized Damion was in the room. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to... sorry"

"Don't worry about it," Damion replied. "Here, thought maybe you could use this."

Damion dropped a package beside Fay and he bent to retrieve his family album. Fay stared at the box, not sure how to react.

"Well open it." Damion growled, watching Fay closely. Fay smiled as she opened the box. Inside was a simple dress.

"Thank you," Fay whispered, softly touching the light fabric. It had been so long since she had a gift, so long since she had owned a dress. A soft smile lit her eyes as she gazed at Damion with pure admiration.

Ah, great, she's gonna start crying, Damion thought. "Well what are you waitin' for? Go get dressed and let's blow this popsicle stand."

Their interaction was a primal dance of few words and stolen glances, unsure and confused as they were of each others feelings. Both were aware of an animalistic attraction between them, although neither had felt this with another before.

Damion was a man of action, not words. His reaction to any given situation was usually instinctive, with no later regrets. He saw life in black and white, with little gray in between. He knew what was right from what was wrong, figured the solution, and then acted accordingly.

Fay, for her part, was a girl just coming into her womanhood. Unsure of her past, with only hazy visions of her former life to guide her, she was naïve. In fact, since Damion rescued her, he was the only sure thing in her life. Fay saw life in different shades of gray, knowing nothing with a certainty except that she believed Damion to be her savior.

Fay and Damion spent the day exploring a town some 70 miles away from his home. The mood between them was light and amiable with an easy undercurrent of sexual awareness. They were learning each others nuisances, each others moods. They were discovering a whole mass of uncharted territory in their budding relationship. Both found a peace with the other that had been lacking in their previous lives.

All day long Fay suffered from the galloping hornies. On the long ride home she decided to experiment with her new found sexuality, now that she was losing her fear of rejection. Fay was building a confidence in herself as a sexual being, thanks to Damion's guidance. Damion had kept things low key, to allow time for her to adjust to her new found self image. He was after all a patient man when he really wanted something. And he wanted Fay. Fay was now ready to try spreading her sexual wings.

They had driven down the road for a good half hour in a comfortable silence. Fay slipped off her shoes and leaned against the door. Casually, she lifted one foot to the dash, and one foot to the seat beside Damion.

Arching her back, Fay groaned, sliding her hands form her neck to her little breasts. Damion arched one brow, a smile on his face, ready for the show. Fay licked her pink lips, making them shine with dampness. Massaging her breast, she felt warmth pool between her thighs. Damion's attention was divided between the highway and Fay.

Fay felt her nipples hardening under her gentle caress. She slid her hands down from her chest to her knees. Moving her hands back up her thigh she lifted her skirt to her stomach. "Ummm... you like?" Fay asked.

"Ohhh ya....I like," Damion grunted.

Fay looped one finger into her panties and pulled them to the side. She slowly opened her pussy lips, and with one finger she circled her clit. Fays pussy quickly moistened, her juice trickling down her cunt like nectar from a fat ripe plum.

She inserted a finger in her wet hole with a small sigh. Bringing her finger to her lips she sucked the slick juice off her finger. "Ummm.... Goood." Again, she stuck a finger in her pussy and removed it, this time offering it to Damion. "Wanna taste?"

Damion growled low in his throat as he sucked her finger, savoring her unique flavor. Fay was mesmerized by her tiny white finger in Damion's full black mouth as he licked and suckled her finger.

"Play with that little white cunt for me," Damion demanded. Fay was happy to oblige. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, teasing her lips. Fay pulled and twisted them, exploring the different sensations. She ran her fingers through the light blond hair above her pussy. Cupping her mound, she strummed her clit with her fingers as if it were a tiny violin.

Sliding her fingers into her hole; she slowly finger fucked herself. Damion had a hard time keeping an eye on the road, as he licked his lips in appreciation of coming attractions.

Fay continued to fuck herself, squirming with the pressure building in her wet dripping pussy. The need for release was becoming almost tangible. Her own fingers could just not do the job while Damion's big black cock so close at hand.

Damion sensed her need. He reached across the seat and inserted two large black fingers into Fay's little cunt. Damion hooked his fingers rubbing them in small circles on Fay's g-spot, while at the same time massaging her clit with his thumb. Fay's thighs began to tremble as she panted....."Yes! Oh my God... yes... I'm cumming!" Fay screamed.

That did it, Damion could take no more. Veering off at a rest stop on his right, Damion brought his truck to skidding halt. Jumping out of his door, Damion went to the passenger side door and yanked it open. Fay let out a startled squeal as Damion picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

Damion's long strides covered the ground from the parking lot to a picnic table area in no time at all. A street lamp illuminated the area, giving a free view to anyone who passed by. Damion put Fay down, bending her over the end of a table directly under the light.

He placed both of his hands on the back of Fay's knees, running his fingers up to her scantily clad bottom. He flipped up Fay's skirt and just ripped off her decorative panties, the lace shredding easily in his large black hand. Damion took a moment to admire the night mist that fell on Fay's ass, making it glisten in the lamp light.

Stepping back, Damion removed his massive cock from his jeans. His pierced mushroom head was slick with pre-cum. Taking his large black phallus in his hand, he rubbed Fay's ass for a moment, admiring the contrast of white and black flesh. Teasing her, he slowly rubbed his bulging head to her hungry pussy lips, then with one swift plunge, he impaled Fay on to his massive cock.

Fay let loose a half scream at the feeling of being so roughly entered. Damion paused a moment to give Fay time to adjust to his size. Taking Fay's narrow hips in both hands, Damion then began fucking her doggie style

Occasional traffic drove nearby, although the only noise they were conscious of was the sucking sound of Fay's hungry cunt gobbling Damion's rod.

Fay leaned her head down to watch Damion cock slide in and out of her tiny pussy. His large black cock seemed even bigger in contrast to Fay's small frame. Fay just loved the sight of Damion fucking her.

Combined with the smell of honeysuckle in the night air, the scent of their sweaty sex filled their senses. A highly erotic smell, it invaded them, adding to their overall enjoyment.

Damion then became aware of another man standing at the other end of the picnic table, slowly stroking his hard cock as he watched them fuck. Without missing a beat, Damion grabbed a handful of Fay's hair and lifted her head.

"Watch him Fay.... Watch him jack off for you."

Fay watched mesmerized as the stranger stroked his cock. She was turned-on by this. The man stepped closer, a questioning look in his eyes. Damion shook his head in denial. The stranger stepped back, content to watch and jack himself off.

"Damion fuck me hard, make me cum!" Fay begged.

Damion slammed his black cock hard and deep into little white Fay, over and over again. Fay's whole body jerked with each thrust in exquisite pain. "Arggghhh," Fay gurgled, lost in the moment of pounding flesh, and erotic scents.

The stranger increased his tempo on his own cock, impressed with the pounding the small white woman was taking from the incredibly large black stud. Fay's eyes never left the strangers stiff cock. It wasn't as big as Damion's, but still had the power to raise Fay's arousal.

Damion clenched his teeth as he concentrated on fucking Fay properly. He could feel her tight cunt gripping and milking his cock. She was so incredibility tight and hot!

The stranger groaned as he came, shooting wads of cum into the air. Fay was driven over the edge by the sight. The deep building desire burst through her as she came, tightly clenching Damion's cock with her tight young pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure shook Fay's body. After what felt like an eternity, Fay collapsed against the picnic table.

Fay could feel Damion's cock grow larger inside her, as he drove it deep and fast. She could feel the veins pulsate on his engorged cock, then felt his cum splatter deep in her, coating the inside of tight little pussy with his thick cream.

Damion howled with his release, his hips bucking against Fay's ass. For a moment no one moved. Then the stranger simply put his cock back into his pants and walked away.

Damion slowly withdrew from Fay, with an audible 'plop' sound; then lifted her and carried her limp exhausted body back to the pick up. For the first time they noticed they had more than a one person audience: a diverse group of men, seven or eight, stood silently watching.

Tenderly, Damion carried Fay back to the truck, and they drove away. Fay snuggled into Damion's side, forgetting her troubled, confused past and concentrating on her future, which she believed was here with this man, safe, with her Damion.

Damion on the other hand was worried. He knew that Fay was happy, totally content. But for how long? What of her past? Was it fair to her to keep her by his side? What if she were to become pregnant? Damion sighed, overcome with a tangled mass of conflicting thoughts. Tomorrow, he decided, tomorrow I will deal with it. This night belonged to their love.