Yes

Returning, they stood together looking through the gap in the curtains. Emma gasped. Things had certainly progressed! Not only was one of the girl's breasts out in the open but so was the man's penis. The girl had presumably been in quite a hurry to unzip and extract it. Emma could see why - and it was only poking out of the fly of his jeans: not fully revealed. It rather confirmed what she had been lead to believe about black men. Probably apocryphal but certainly not in his case! Was he endowed or was he endowed! It was fascinating to see for real. They were kissing whilst the man's fingers stroked the girl's hard pale pink nipple and the girl fondled the man's impressive erection.

As Emma watched the girl tugged the slinky dress up and off. Again, she was impressed. The girl had some style! Under her black dress was matching underwear all in lacy red, not just panties and a brassiere but red suspender belt holding up stockings. Reaching up she undid her blond hair and let it cascade down her shoulders. Emma had no sexual interest in girls but she could see the sexuality of the girl. Even still wearing her black high heels added to the 'look.' Better still, for Emma, the man took the opportunity to pull his jeans and pants down and to kick them off together with his shoes. The penis was huge! Hung? What a word! He was 'hung' all right, though his penis was not in the slightest bit hanging at that moment, rather standing at a forty-five degree angle. It was his balls that were hanging.

"He's like a fucking bull," whispered Emma and then rather regretted it. It revealed she was not unmoved by what they were watching. She glanced down. The comparison with Brian's cock was exactly the same, except he was black.

The man was undoing the girl's brassiere, his erection pressed close to her. Emma could not help thinking how nice that would be if it was herself rather than the girl, or even being there with them - a threesome. She had never done anything like that but certainly the man had cock enough for two! But what would she wear to compete with that girl! What could she do to draw the man's attention to herself rather than the willowy blond?

The man was not permitted to undress the girl completely. Instead she sat on the edge of the bed and slowly unclipped and rolled down her stockings one by one. The man watched as spellbound as Emma and Brian, whilst his fingers undid the buttons of his shirt. Emma's eyes moving from the erotic sight of the girl removing her stockings to the big black penis sticking out from the man's white shirt - pointing at the girl. She was teasing him with her slow undressing. It was a very erotic sight.

Finally, the girl slipped her panties down.

"Brian!" Almost more than a whisper (the little wanker). He was touching himself but then Emma realized her fingers were stroking one of her own nipples.

For a few moments within the room the two people, stood naked and apart. That dreadful McCartney/Stevie Wonder song, 'Ebony and Ivory' came to her mind. If the scene had been staged it could not have been better. It was like watching a really well, made porn film - not that Emma had seen many of those, well made or otherwise. Even the lighting from the wall lights and lamps gave a soft, romantic, sexy feel. The man such a specimen of manhood and the girl so well formed and pretty.

The girl put her arms around the man's neck and whispered in his ear. In one smooth movement she lifted herself up, the man's hands came up under her bottom as her thighs opened and both Brian and Emma had the momentary sight of a denuded sex open and willing making contact with a penis before the big thing slipped within her and all was hidden. The whole movement had a sort of athletic or balletic grace to it!

Emma really was surprised the girl was able to accept the penis. It was very big.

"You can wank if you like Brian. I would understand." Fascinating to see the couple engaged in coitus. To see the man actually move the girl across the room whilst engaged, the girl thrusting at him before the man turning giving the most perfect sight of his taut buttocks to Emma. What a manly behind! Tight, small and firm with the muscles bunched and in use. Emma would have liked to have stroked, patted and fondled before delving between his legs and finding his erection. There was a collapse onto the bed, a controlled collapse with the man on top. His lovely buttocks began to rise and fall with his erection pushing in and out of the girl's no doubt very wet sex. Emma was conscious that was not the only very wet sex around!

It was such a disappointment when the light went out.

"Phew!" whispered Emma, "something for everyone there! Let's go back to our seat. There's no way in."

"Perhaps the first floor."

In the moonlight Emma could see Brian's huge erection still standing. Well, she had not heard a little pattering on the ground whilst they were watching the couple, so that was not surprising. It had been a very erotic sight in the room after all.

"How would you reach? I haven't seen a ladder or anything?

"If you give me a leg up, I might reach. You know, clasp your hands tightly together to give me a foothold. I'll try that open window there."

Of course, he was heavy, his single naked foot in her hands had all his weight upon them. Even with her legs braced she could barely hold him but awfully, and it had not occurred to her until it happened, but pressed right against her face was his penis. Had she been stupid or what? And as he moved so did his erection, rubbing against her nose, all warm and still hard. Upon her lips the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum. She could have licked his balls if she had wanted to - she did not! Had Brian known this would happen? Had this been his perverted little plan to get as close to an oral pleasuring from her as he had any chance of ever getting? The idea of him suddenly coming and spurting all over her face was not good. Emma shut her eyes, the little pervert seemed to be trying to fuck her eye sockets.

"No good, Emma, I'm coming down."

It was such a relief to her aching hands.

"The window was just as stuck as the ground floor."

"So that was pointless then." Or had it been for Brian. Had he deliberately put his erection in her face?

They made their way back.

It was difficult to know quite what to say about Brian's penis. It was somehow just as big as the black man’s penis.

“May I touch your penis?" It was a very different comment from her thoughts when his erection had pressed into her face as Brian had tried to open the first floor window.

Her hand moved and she touched. It really was large. "It's very firm. I mean there really is no give, it stands very well, it is more rigid, doesn't bend at all - honestly it is firmer, than others I've felt." That was true. 'Iron hard' was at least a fair description, there was no flexibility. It was like an iron peg. Emma’s hand was moving Brian's penis.

"You can cum in my hand if you like." It seemed the right thing to offer.

"Do you like men to bugger you then?"

A very personal question but she had rather invited it. "I'm not sure about liking but I don't mind if he is gentle. "Dan, he..." And she began to cry. The worry about being stuck out of the hotel coupled with the recent break up all coming out at once. Brian put his arm around her and they talked.

It was a strange experience. Brian being all kind and considerate, talking very positively and there she was holding his penis. She was no longer wanking it, just holding it like she might hold his hand.

"Sorry. I am a bit emotional at present. I wonder how much longer before they all go to bed." She sighed. "Thank you for listening." She realized she was still holding his penis. It had not gone all soft and small in her hand as they talked but was not as firm as it had been. "Sorry, I was meant to be..." She began gently wanking him again and he grew in her hand. "Let's make you cum, you've been standing long enough I should think!"

She could not see it well in the moon shadowed summerhouse, but she could feel it warm and sticky when Brian came in and over her hand. She was surprised at the volume. Emma was surprised at that and, in a different way, what she had just done.

Close together, they sat there in silence listening both to the far-off sounds of traffic, faint music from the hotel and the occasional sound of the night.