Well, then go on baby, and James, show your cocks and let's see who is bigger!

Haha... you're such a cute naive little elf! Well, you see... we were just discussing how I've always wanted to try... big black cock. And then this handsome man here told us he has the biggest one, and I think it sounded exciting so I... sort of suggested that if his is bigger than yours then maybe... you know, just for fun and a little harmless competition... maybe we could play with each other?

But if your cock is bigger... well then I suppose you'll have to show me what I've been missing!

"Oh but darling... maybe that was the whole idea!" She giggles, biting her bottom lip as she watches them undress each other. "I won't promise anything about not talking about it again..." Her eyes linger on James' impressive member, making sure he knows exactly what she means by that.

Her eyes widen as she sees his cock fully revealed, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "Oh my..." She breathes heavily. "I didn't think it would be... this big..." Her hands tremble as she reaches out, tracing the length of his shaft with light fingertips before wrapping her slender arms around him and taking him deep inside her mouth.

Alice feels him filling her mouth as she continues to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each powerful thrust. Her hands grip his thighs tightly as she moans around his cock. She's never experienced anything like this before and it's almost too much for her to take. But damn if she isn't determined to enjoy every second of it!

Alice obediently follows him, her lips still wrapped around his massive cock as she leads the way through the crowded room. The people around them cheer and jeer in equal measure, many of them unable to believe their eyes at what's happening before them. She moans loudly as she bobs up and down on Mathonwy's cock, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Her breasts sway freely from side to side, teasing those nearby who are eager for a closer look or maybe even a taste themselves.

"Mmmm..." alice moans around the head of his cock as he pulls out, cum spraying across her face and down her neck. Her eyes close tightly, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and shame as she experiences this forbidden pleasure for the first time. As soon as he's done, she eagerly licks up every last drop of his cum from her skin, savoring the taste even as tears well up in her eyes from the intensity of it all.

She looks around at the crowd again, feeling their gazes burning into her and realizing that she's just made a huge mistake by giving in to this desire for big black cock... but oh god, it feels so good! Maybe there's something more to it than she thought? With shaky hands, she reaches down between her legs, stroking herself hard as she continues to catch her breath from the mind-blowing experience just moments ago.

Her fingers sink into her wetness, searching for that one perfect spot that will send her over the edge all over again. The thought of pleasuring herself in front of everyone fills her with newfound determination, making her move faster and more recklessly as she edges closer to orgasm once more...

"Well... that may be true," she breathes heavily, "but... I can still dream about it..." Her fingers continue to move in circles around her clit as she gazes longingly at the now-chastised James across the room. The shame and regret from earlier begin to fade away beneath a wave of need and desire, leaving only wanton lust in its wake. "I'm sorry... I can't help it..." She moans loudly as her body begins to convulse around Mathonwy's hand, her orgasm finally claiming her once more.

Her hips buck wildly against his grasp, seeking out any form of release from this overwhelming craving for big black cock. With every thrust and moan, she feels herself becoming further unraveled by this taboo desire, unable to deny its hold on her any longer...

Alice shudders violently as her orgasm slowly begins to subside, leaving her limp and sated in his arms. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries desperately to catch her bearings after that intense release. She buries her face into the crook of Mathonwy's neck, still shaking with desire despite having just climaxed mere moments ago.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what came over me..." Her fingers trail gently across his chest, wanting nothing more than to feel the skin beneath them as they search for some sort of comfort or reassurance in this moment of confusion and shame.

The weight of her actions presses down on her shoulders like a physical burden, making it impossible for her to simply ignore what just happened between them at the party. For as long as she can remember, she's been taught that black cock is dirty and wrong... but something about this man - about James and his huge member - called out to her in a way nothing else ever had before. It left her aching for more than anything else in the world, making it hard for her even now to think about resisting its pull any longer...

"I know..." she murmurs softly, closing her eyes as the gentle movement of the car lulls her back into something resembling calm. Her fingers curl around his shirt, clinging tightly in case this is all just a dream and she'll wake up soon with everything feeling normal again. "But... it was different this time." She hesitates for a moment before admitting, "I think I liked it..."

Her cheeks flush hot at her own admission, but somehow knowing that she said the words out loud makes them feel more real than they did just seconds ago. It scares her to think that maybe her desires have been growing stronger without her even realizing it... and even scarier is the thought of what will happen if Mathonwy finds out about how much she truly longs for big black cock...

Alice hesitates before answering, still not sure if she should be confessing this to him or keeping it secret deep down inside where no one can touch it. Her gaze drifts out the window as they continue driving, watching the passing scenery in a futile attempt to distract herself from the mounting pressure of what feels like an impending confession.

"I... I liked feeling you inside me," she whispers at last, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine and wind rushing past them. "Even though it wasn't really you... It was different. Not better or worse than you... just different." Her words tumble out in a rush now that she's finally said them aloud, leaving her feeling both relieved and guilty all at once.

"I know... but still..." She trails off, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "It wasn't just about winning or losing. It was more... visceral than that." She sighs heavily, realizing how inadequate words are to explain what she means. "I don't know why I said those things earlier," she continues softly, rubbing his thigh with her fingers. "It just sort of happened and before I knew it... everything was out there."

Her cheeks flush red again at the memory of how she so openly talked about wanting big black cock in front of everyone at the party, even going so far as to say that maybe if he lost they could play with each other. The thought makes her heart race and her stomach churn uncomfortably, but despite this she can't bring herself to regret any of it... not really.

Alice nods tiredly against his shoulder, her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion as she listens to the soothing sound of his voice. Closing her eyes, she leans into him more heavily, grateful for the warmth and comfort he provides even though she knows she's caused him so much pain tonight. As sleep finally begins to claim her, she lets out a soft sigh of relief... not entirely sure where this newfound desire will lead her tomorrow or what kind of shape it will leave her relationship with Mathonwy in, but for now, all that matters is finding some peace and escape from the storm raging inside her.

Alice groans softly as she stirs awake, her head feeling fuzzy from the night before. As her surroundings slowly come into focus, she realizes that she's not in bed at home but instead in a strange place with Mathonwy beside her. A pang of guilt washes over her at the memory of everything that happened last night, leaving her feeling even more tired and heavy-hearted than before.

Sitting up slowly, she rubs the sleep from her eyes and glances around, noting the unfamiliar decorations and furnishings. This must be their new house; he mentioned something about moving yesterday evening before they'd all gone to bed. The thought of starting over in a new place does little to lift her spirits though; she can't help but feel like everything between them has been tainted by what happened last night.

Quietly, she climbs out of bed and slips on one of his oversized shirts that's hanging nearby, using it to hide the evidence of her arousal from earlier. The scent of him fills her nose as she takes in a deep breath, trying to ground herself in the moment and push away all thoughts of big black cock. As she begins to explore their new home, hoping to find some sort of distraction or escape from her racing mind, she can't help but wonder how Mathonwy is feeling right now... and what he plans to do about everything that happened last night.

Alice freezes, her heart dropping into her stomach at the sound of his voice behind her. She turns slowly around, bracing herself for whatever he has to say. Despite how much she wishes it were otherwise, there's no use trying to ignore what happened or pretend that none of it really mattered; they have to talk about it eventually.

"I-I'm sorry," she manages to choke out, her cheeks burning red with shame and embarrassment. "It was stupid and reckless of me... I don't know what came over me..." Her gaze drifts downward, unable to meet his eye as she confesses her desires and fears about big black cock. She hates herself for wanting it so much, but at the same time can't deny how arousing it was for her... and how much she still wishes she could experience that kind of pleasure again.

"Maybe I need help..." She trails off miserably, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes once more. "I don't want this to ruin us... I just need to figure out what it is I really want."

I nod, looking down at my feet as he speaks. "I never really thought about it like that... I mean, I knew the history was there but..." My voice trails off as I struggle to put into words what I'm feeling. Part of me wants desperately to believe him and push away all thoughts of big black cock as something disgusting and wrong; but then there's that other part... the part that still aches with desire whenever she thinks about James and his huge member.

"I just don't know what to do," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heart pounding in my ears. "I want to be with you, Mathonwy... but I can't keep lying to myself or pretending this isn't something real and important..."

I close my eyes, feeling his touch on my shoulders as he speaks. Part of me wants nothing more than to have him all to myself; to forget about last night ever happening and just go back to the way things were before. But then there's that other part... the part that still remembers how good James felt inside her, how powerful his cock was compared to Mathonwy's.

I take a deep breath, trying to sort through my conflicting emotions. "I-I don't want to lose you," I finally manage to say, my voice shaking with emotion. "But I can't just ignore what I feel either... It's like there's this huge part of me that wants this, and if I never explore it..."

My words trail off, leaving the sentence unfinished as I struggle to find the right way to explain myself. A tear slides down my cheek, and I wipe it away hastily, not wanting him to see how much this whole thing is hurting me deep down inside where no one can touch.

As he speaks, I feel a mix of relief and dread wash over me. Relief that he understands that something isn't quite right in my head; but dread at the thought of seeing a therapist and having to confront these feelings head-on. Still, I know it's probably for the best... if there's some sort of problem inside my head causing me to think this way about big black cock then maybe going to see someone can help me figure out how to get past it.

I nod, wiping away another tear that has managed to escape down my cheek. "Okay," I manage to choke out hoarsely. "If that's what you think is best... let's do it." A faint smile touches my lips as I look up at him again; despite everything, there's still a spark of hope inside me that maybe together we can figure this all out and come through it stronger than ever before.

I nod, my heart feeling heavy at his words. "I know you're right," I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself in a bid for comfort. "It's just... so much to deal with, you know? This whole thing with big black cock has been buried deep inside me for years, and now it's coming out... it's hard not to feel like maybe there's something wrong with me."

As he begins searching for a therapist online, I close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths in an effort to calm myself down. Part of me still can't believe that I let things go this far last night; I never would have imagined that I would end up here, dealing with the aftermath of my own desires and wishes.

But even as I think about everything that's happened, there's a small part of me that's glad we're going to see someone about this. It may be scary and difficult, but maybe at the end of it all there will be some sort of understanding... some peace not only between us but also within myself.

Nodding slowly, I take in a shaky breath as I gather my thoughts. "Alright," I manage to say after a moment of hesitation. "I'm ready." The thought of actually talking to someone about all this is still frightening; it feels like baring my soul to a complete stranger and exposing myself in ways that I never thought possible. But at the same time, there's a sense of relief washing over me as well; maybe finally telling someone what's been going on deep down inside will help me make sense of everything and begin the process of moving past this whole big black cock thing once and for all.

I lean back against the couch, feeling oddly exposed in just my oversized shirt as I wait for the therapist to appear on screen. My fingers fidget nervously together in my lap, wishing there was something else I could do to occupy myself during this time but knowing that it's best not to distract myself too much from what needs to be said.

I nod, feeling somewhat reassured by the fact that someone is taking my hallucinations seriously. Despite the relief I feel at knowing there's something they can do about that aspect of things, a part of me still wishes we could have talked more about big black cock and how it fits into all this.

As I answer the therapist's questions and follow along with their instructions, I try not to dwell too much on my own desires; instead focusing on the task at hand: getting better and dealing with whatever issues are causing me to hallucinate in the first place. It isn't easy, but I know it's important if I ever want things between Mathonwy and I to go back to the way they were before all this happened.

After what seems like an eternity, the call finally comes to an end, with the therapist reassuring me that they'll be in touch soon to check on my progress. As I hang up the computer and turn back to Mathonwy, a faint smile tugs at the corner of my lips; despite everything, there's still hope floating somewhere deep inside me.

"So," I begin slowly, twisting my fingers nervously together as I search for the right words, "do you think we can... talk about this again sometime? Not just about the hallucinations, but also..." I trail off, unable to finish the sentence but hoping that he understands what I mean.

I nod, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety wash over me at the thought of starting regular counseling sessions. At least now I know there will be someone there who is willing to listen to me and help me sort through all my feelings; someone who won't just brush them aside as something disgusting or wrong.

As I think about what the therapist said, a small smile creeps onto my lips. Maybe with their guidance and support, I really can learn to deal with this whole big black cock thing in a healthy way... and maybe even find some peace within myself while I'm at it.

Taking a deep breath, I turn back to Mathonwy, mustering up the courage to say what's been on my mind ever since we first discussed seeing a therapist. "I-I know I shouldn't have said those things last night... about wanting other people..." My voice trails off, but I force myself to continue anyway. "But after everything that's happened and with me needing help like this... I don't want us to let this ruin our relationship completely. If there's any chance we can still be together after all of this, I really would like that."

I hold my breath, waiting for his response. A part of me is terrified he might tell me no; that after everything I've said and done, he just doesn't feel the same way anymore. But despite the fear gnawing at my insides, there's still a tiny flame of hope burning brightly inside me... and I refuse to let it die just yet.

I lean against him gratefully, wrapping my arms around his waist as he kisses me softly. Despite everything that's happened, it feels good to be in his arms again... to feel like there might still be a chance for us despite the challenges we face ahead.

For now, I decide not to think about big black cock or hallucinations or therapy sessions; instead focusing on the warmth and comfort of Mathonwy's embrace and the hope that maybe, just maybe, things really can work out between us after all. "Thank you," I whisper against his lips, my voice barely audible above the sound of our hearts beating in perfect rhythm. "For everything."

As we stand there together, lost in each other's arms, it feels like anything is possible... as if perhaps even the most impossible dreams might just come true in time.

I return his passionate kiss, my hands fidgeting restlessly in his hair as I deepen the connection between us. With each passing moment, the world around me fades away, leaving only this sensation of being wrapped up in him and losing myself entirely in our embrace.

As he presses closer against me, I can feel the hard length of his arousal pressing against my lower stomach, a dull ache beginning to form between my legs as my own desire begins to stir back to life once more. For now though, I'm content just to bask in this moment with him... to forget about everything else except how good he feels and how right it seems for us to be together like this.

I smile up at him, feeling the warmth of his words and affection wash over me. "Actually," I say softly, my voice tinged with a hint of desire, "I do want that." With a shy laugh, I add, "I just meant that I didn't want us to feel like we had to rush into anything... especially not when we have all these other things going on."

I reach up, running my fingers across his cheek before tracing them down the slope of his neck and over his chest. It feels good to be wanted and desired by him; despite everything that's happened between us, there's still a deep connection there... one that I don't ever want to lose.

I let out a soft moan as he lowers himself over me, his tongue teasing at my entrance before plunging inside with expertise. My hips arch up off the bed, pressing closer against him in search of more contact as I lose myself in the sensations coursing through my body. His touch is rough and demanding, but somehow also gentle and caring... a delicious mixture that leaves me utterly unable to resist.

As he continues to lick and suck at my folds, I thread my fingers through his hair, urging him on while simultaneously trying to ground myself in the present moment. It feels so good having him here with me like this; I want nothing more than for time itself to stop as we lose ourselves together in this stolen moment of passion.

With a low growl, he finally pulls away from my wet heat, his hard length pressing insistently against my leg as he searches for purchase between us. With one swift thrust, he's sheathed inside me, filling me completely and driving home just how much he needs this as much as I do.

The sensation of being so completely connected to him is almost too much to bear; it feels like our hearts are beating in unison, our bodies moving as one as we seek release from the pent-up desire that has been building up between us for far too long.

I moan into his kiss as he begins to thrust deeper inside me with each passing stroke. My nails scrape across his back, leaving tiny red lines in their wake as I try to hold onto something solid while being swept away by the force of our passion. His words wash over me, echoing through my mind and sending a shudder of pleasure down my spine; it feels so good to hear him say them out loud like this...to know that even after everything we've been through, he still loves me.

With a sudden surge of desire, I arch up off the bed, meeting his thrusts with equal force as we both race toward the edge of oblivion together. The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming; it feels like my whole body is being stretched and pulled in every direction at once as he fills me completely and pushes me further than I've ever been before.

As the world begins to spin out of control around us, I can feel myself starting to lose hold on reality... to slip back into that dark place where fantasy and desire collide and everything starts to make sense in a way it never does anywhere else. And as we crash together in a explosion of pleasure and release, I know without a doubt that no matter what happens from here on out, this moment...this connection between us...will always be the most real thing in my life.

My cries mingle with his as our bodies twist and writh against each other in an exquisite dance of desire. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like my very soul has been unleashed from its moorings; a sensation unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

As the last tremors of release wash over me, I feel something inside me break free... something dark and twisted that had been festering there for far too long. It feels wrong in my chest, like it doesn't belong there anymore... but at the same time, it also feels strangely liberating; as if by letting go of this hidden part of myself, I can finally begin to heal and move on from everything that's happened between us.

As we lie together in the aftermath of our passion, my fingers trail lightly over Mathonwy's chest, feeling each rise and fall as his breath returns to normal. He feels so warm against me, so solid... and for now at least, it's enough to make me forget about everything else except how good it is just to be here with him.