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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“Michael, Ma’am – I have fresh fruit for you today”.
It was the young man who supplied the huts with fruit, coffee, fresh towels and other items.
“Hold on” I said and threw on a long T-shirt which just about covered my modesty, before letting him in..
“Good morning ma’am” he said brightly “How are you today ?.”
“Fine thank you Michael” I said turning away to return to the bedroom. He was a friendly chap, always smiling and genuinely pleased to help. He sang to himself as he replaced the fruit, I watched him through the half open door. He was only about eighteen, tall and slightly built, his bright white smile a complete contrast to his ebony skin. As usual he wore only a pair of baggy shorts and I wondered what he thought of Westerners. He then came to the door and disturbed my daydream.
“Does the beautiful ma’am wish to keep her toy ?” he asked holding the “used” banana to his nose, “the lovely white lady smell beautiful.” He continued sniffing it with his eyes closed as if to block all other senses from detracting from his perceived enjoyment.
I was mortified – I could feel myself blushing with embarrassment ….
He then stared right at me and still smiling said
“I see my lovely lady last night – sad to see alone, beautiful lady no need to be alone. Michael make jig-a-jig make you cum pretty good. Michael plenty experienced, last long, long time, many, many white ladies take big cock. Make you cum pretty good.”
With that he dropped his shorts to reveal a flaccid but enormous penis, his hand grasped the base of it to lift and point it at me as if to show it off further.
“See, big cock please many ladies”
“Get out !” I shouted more in embarrassment than anger.
“I come tonight – no-one see we make jig-a-jig, you cum pretty good”
“OUT” I screamed and he went.
God I could’ve died, as I had spied on the honeymoon couple so I too had been spied upon. I tried to dismiss it but the vision of that wonderful cock kept coming back to me, as did his words – make jig-a-jig – make cum pretty good, oh and again that beautiful long black penis. Even through my unease at being seen last night I masturbated again imagining it stretching my pussy wide and nudging at the gateway to my womb, but this time I did it with the blinds tightly shut.
I spent the rest of the day on the beach – just soaking up the sun and reading. My mind would not let the mental picture of his prick go and I got as horny as hell. It didn’t help that the honeymooners were back in the ocean “cuddling” again, and my reading matter consisted of a Jackie Collins novel where everyone graphically humped everyone else. As the sun cooled I returned to my hut to shower and dress for dinner. I dismissed thoughts of Michael and his “many white ladies” – for god’s sake he was little more than a boy – a boy perhaps but with a horse’s cock. With all the recent sexy events I really did fancy a proper fuck now.. I had been denied for too long by a brute and denied myself through fear of repeat. However this holiday offered only one realistic target – a bit of a bore from France who up to now hadn’t shown too much interest in me. But I needed a loving human touch and he would have to do. I donned my sexy black fishnet stockings matching suspender belt and high legged black panties, no bra, white T-shirt and short black cotton skirt. I felt damn sexy and really good about myself in fact I hadn’t been this confident for years.
Well the best laid plans o’ mice and men were cast to the four winds as my womanly wiles were rejected by my target who preferred a clandestine liaison with one of the “in your face” homosexual entertainers. I watched the honeymooners “retire” early again and amused myself by again wondering if they fancied a threesome. I finished my drink, went home to my hut and I resigned myself to another night of finger fucking to the sounds of Bobby and Joanne making out.
I reckoned without Michael……..
Moments after I had locked up and started to strip for bed there came a tap at the door, I knew who it was immediately. Thoughts flooded my brain, correction, one thought flooded my brain – his cock, his long cock, his long black cock, his many white ladies, his jig-a-jig, his make cum pretty good long black cock. I pulled on my long housecoat and opened the door to be greeted by his bright white knowing grin, I said nothing but stepped aside to allow him in. He turned to face me and held my hands. His beautiful smiling eyes met mine,
“Beautiful white lady not need banana tonight – Michael shower then make lady cum pretty good you see. Come pretty lady wash Michael’s man cock, then we make jig-a-jig ‘til you beg to stop.”
He dropped his shorts on the way to the bathroom, stepped out of them and into the shower and without words started to wash away the exertions of his day as I was barely able to take my eyes from his gorgeous love muscle. I pulled down my soaking panties in anticipation.
“Pretty lady wash Michael’s man cock yes ?”
Oh yes ! – I took the soap from him and getting to my knees lathered plenty of soap around his prick and balls. I lovingly cleaned every square inch of his genital area, occasionally allowing my hands and fingers to stray over his arse cheeks and between them to caress his anus. God, but I wanted to see this weapon angry and so concentrated solely on his length. I was delighted to see how quickly it responded, and although not fully erect yet was easily eight inches long.
I rinsed him off and just had to take him in my mouth – this cock was the first one I had willingly taken onto my tongue in five years – I just wanted to devour it.
I spent ages licking up and down the whole length rolling my tongue around the knob end, wanking him and sucking on it hoping to make him flood my mouth with his seed. I stroked his seemingly full balls and again caressed his anus.
“White lady give good cock-sucking, but need jig-a-jig yes ?”
“Oh yes”
He sat on the edge of the bath and throwing off my house coat I straddled him standing up and lowered myself onto his fabulous missile. Even after his shower I was wetter than he was and he grinned as he looked up at me, occasionally teasing my nipples with his tongue. I was a wanton slut impaling my soaking vagina onto his cock. Suddenly and with strength that belied his thin frame he stood and lifted me up still joined and we fell onto the bed. He was on top of me now and in complete control.
“I fuck you good now my beautiful white lady, feel my cock stretch you, I make you cum real good”
I crushed him towards me wrapping my stocking clad legs around his hairless arse as if to lock him in place forever. I was grunting like a stuck pig as he thrust his meat in and out of me varying the speed and rhythm.
“Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fill me up Michael” I could scarcely believe I was actually talking dirty – “Make me cum real good”
He was driving me into an absolute frenzy – I clawed at his back and arse to get even more of him inside me and then I climaxed, amidst a gorgeous spasm of sheer pleasure I climaxed, and I’m sure I ejaculated feeling the hot liquid running from me. He continued to pump away at me though, planting kisses on my face and neck and slowing his rhythm slightly bending to flick his lizard like tongue across my stiff nipples.
He built up speed again and I barely came down from one orgasm before starting that wonderful path to another. This was no boy – he was literally a fucking superman. I heard screams from me that seemed like they belonged to someone else, my head floated, stupidly I thought of a line in a song about the rainfall on another planet and I knew exactly what she meant, and I came again. I needed him to complete the coup-de-gras, I needed the searing white heat of his semen inside me to complete my renaissance……
“Come Michael, give me your seed, please fill my womb up with it all” I urged between my joyous moans.
He increased the pace of his wonderful stabbing, then slowed lifted himself up slightly to stare me directly in the eyes……
“Take my hot cum lady” he purred as one final full length injection caused the most fantastic rifling spurts of his love juice to pour into me, burning the hot honey walls of my sex sleeve. I held him tightly, and reached as far down his back as I could to stroke his balls as if to make him give me the last few drops.
My cunt throbbed in unison with his pulsating muscle, I squeezed him with it as if to keep him there forever, but he was not done with me just yet. Disappointingly, he slowly withdrew and then kissed and tongued his way down my body to the centre of my well-fucked being. He began to lap at my saturated crotch and after a couple of minutes came back to kiss my mouth and flood it with his recycled sperm. I ground myself against his groin at this wonderful act and resolved to take his juice first hand next time. Meanwhile his re-awakened snake like prick nudged urgently against my pussy lips and yet again we were off on the heavenly ride to nowhere.
Over the next three days he restored my faith in men and my desire for sex – my return to England would see a female on the hunt for cock.
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