Tina held her breath as Mack's prick began working her drooling pussy. Her hips joined in the effort, forcing their bellies together on the downstroke and grinding their crotches against each other. His cock ached, but he didn't want to cum. He didn't want his first fuck ever to end too soon.
"Mack!" Tina shouted, tightening her thighs and lurching upward against him. "Oh, my God!" The tension broke in her loins, and a bolt of lightning slammed through her. The pain was brief. Then an all-consuming pleasure began and grew with each pulse of her pussy, spreading throughout her body in ever widening rings of excitement. Her cherry gone, Tina wept with joy and climbed toward the most memorable orgasm she'd ever have-the first with a man's hard cock inside her body!
CHAPTER ONE
Tina yawned and got up from her table. The sound of the steel drums had shifted from a reggae beat to a lively, calypso rhythm, but it no longer interested her. The Jamaican sun had put on its show and disappeared into the sea. Now, as the orange-tinted sky faded to darkness, loneliness again set in.
It had been a mistake to think that a Caribbean vacation would change things. She was as lonely as she had ever been in Wichita. The problem was her, not the place.
The bartender smiled at her as she passed.
"Bye," she said. "It's been nice."
"Your friend didn't show up?"
"No," she said with a sigh, tossing her head and sending her lustrously long dark hair flying around her shoulders. The friend that was coming had just been a story for the waiter. She always felt so conspicuous sitting alone. There was no friend; there probably never would be. "My friend didn't show."
He set a napkin and another daiquiri on the bar and motioned for her to sit down. "No, I can't-"
"It's on the house," he said with a warm smile.
She groaned. Was it that obvious that she was on a budget infinitely tighter that the other patrons who were spending so lavishly? But how could she refuse? She was an alien in a foreign country, and certainly didn't want to appear rude by refusing an act of hospitality.
A minute later, the smiling bartender moved over her way again and set down another napkin and a drink at the seat next to hers. That was followed by a man scooting onto the stool beside her. She shifted nervously, as if her space had been violated. Why here? she wondered. There were plenty of vacant bar stools, for godsakes!
Neither spoke at first. But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was tall, with a wiry build, dark-haired, thick glasses-not bad-looking, but not a standout. Sort of like herself.
"I hope you don't mind," he said finally, in a voice that would have been nicely masculine if it hadn't been so hesitant. "I'm waiting for someone."
"It's okay," she replied stiffly. "So am I."
Two minutes went by without a further word of conversation. The tension was too much for Tina, and she suddenly broke into laughter. "It's not true," she blurted out. "I'm not waiting for anybody. Oh, God," she said with a sob, "I'm so miserable I could cry!" Eyes glistening, she turned to the stranger, suddenly anxious to share her plight with somebody. Anybody. "I spent thousands of dollars to come to this place hoping that I would find adventure and"-she gulped, embarrassed to say it-"romance, and here I am, in worse shape than I was at home! I don't even have a girlfriend I can call."
He blinked and took off his glasses to stare at her. "Really?"
"Really," she muttered, fingering her cocktail napkin with nervous fingers. Now, why had she gone and spilled out her feelings like that? To a total stranger?
"Same with me."
"What?"
"I'm a computer nerd-Silicon Valley, California. My boss made me take this trip. He said I needed to get a taste of the real world and not to come back until I got-" He stopped abruptly.
"Got what?"
"Got laid," he said, almost in a whisper.
Her jaw dropped. "You don't mean to tell me that you've never-"
"Hey, I'm into computers-virtual reality-you know, where you're only limited by your imagination."
"Aren't you interested in women?"
"Interested? Sure I am. But that-"
"-you mean, sex-"
"Yeah. It's just never been a priority with me." He laughed. "Besides, it just doesn't come knocking on your door. It takes hunting skills. During the years when most young men were polishing their technique, I was learning my way around a computer screen."
"Fear of rejection."
"Pardon me?"
"You were avoiding the risk of failure by sticking to what you knew you could handle," she said knowledgeably.
"So, you're saying I wasn't a nerd at all? Or an intellectual geek? Just a misfit-"
"I wasn't saying that at all," she replied softly.
He grunted and looked away. "Anyway, take a look at the only 26-year-old virgin male in the country today."
She smiled, and since she had been invited to look, she let her eyes make a brief sweep of his unsullied masculine physique. He wasn't bad looking; not bad at all. "I was the same way. While my friends were learning to dress sexy and hanging out, I buried myself in books."
"Yeah?" His eyes lit up, as if he had found a kindred spirit.
She nodded. "Same story. I'm 25, a research librarian, and I hid in schools until they kicked me out with a Ph.D. last year."
His eyes gaped. "And you're a virgin?"
"My cherry is so ripe it hurts."
His head shook in wonder. "Do you believe in fate?"
Tina chuckled and glanced at the bartender. "If fate has a cinnamon-colored face and a lilting Jamaican accent, I do." She held out her hand. "I'm Tina."
"Mack," he said, pumping her hand enthusiastically. "My God! What a relief to find someone like you-someone who can carry on an intelligent conversation-"
"I didn't come to Jamaica to carry on intelligent conversations," Tina said firmly. She had been handed a golden opportunity, and if she didn't seize it, she would lose it. She was going to have to do something entirely out of character. He certainly wasn't going to do anything about it. "Would you like to come to my room, Mack?"
He turned and looked at her. He gulped and allowed his gaze to slide downward from her eyes to her shoulders, then to the swell of her breasts. Downward further, he took in the trim sweep of her waist, her thighs, and the expanse of bare leg that was revealed by her shorts. His expression told her that he had never looked at a woman in the same way before.
"Yes," he said, "I think I would."
There was a moment when she almost panicked-the moment when the door closed behind them, leaving her alone in a hotel in a far part of the world with a man she had only met a half-hour before. In the end, that was what gave her the courage to go on-the knowledge that she was far away from home-so far away that no one would ever know about this night. Good or bad, it would be a night that would live in her memory alone. And perhaps in his.
She stopped so suddenly in the center of the room that he almost collided with her. When she turned, they were only inches apart, close enough she could feel his warm breath on her face.
"Do you kiss girls?" she asked softly, her long dark hair framing a face that had the innocent look of an angel. "Women, I mean?"
"No ... never."
There couldn't me much to it, she thought, pressing her lips toward his. Their noses bumped, but both shifted and she touched her lips to his. The kiss didn't do much for her, but he caught her shoulders and pulled her closer, then tried again. Still nothing. Without giving it conscious thought, she poked her tongue out and touched his lips. Her tongue tip tingled, and a second later, his tongue wrapped around her own. Her jaw went slack and his tongue entered cautiously to probe her willing mouth.
His taste was strange, at first, but exciting as she got used to the intimacy. The young man gradually became bolder, and Tina had to fight back her repressive urges as his hands began to move over her body. He touched her in places she had never been touched before, and the sweet feelings that arose began to give her a glimpse of the pleasures she had been missing. Eager for more sensations, she guided his hand downward. He took the lead and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her shorts. She might as well have been naked for all the excitement that rose when his fingers curled between her thighs. Only the thin material of her panties separated him from the secrets she had spent a lifetime guarding.
Things were going too fast, the sensations bombarding her intellect too hectic for her to thoroughly enjoy them. And she did want to enjoy this moment-more than any other time in her life. This was a time she wanted to savor and etch indelibly into her memory so she could recall it in contemplation many times over.
"Give me a minute," she whispered, pushing him away.
Leaving him panting softly in disappointment, she rushed into the bathroom.
When she returned ten minutes later, she was wearing the lacy black lingerie she had bought especially for her journey.
He had taken advantage of the interlude and ordered daiquiris from room service while he waited for her. He held out one to her now, eyeing the movement of her body in its filmy covering as she approached.
"I thought we both could use a drink," he said.
She tittered, feeling incredibly sexy in her scant attire. She had never been so nearly naked in the presence of a man in her life-never even imagined what a thrill it could be. "Am I not enough for you?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye as she took a sip of her drink. "Without the alcohol?"
"Oh, no! It's not that," he stammered. "Oh, God!" He reached out, his timidity rapidly disappearing, and touched her tits, their shape inviting through the clinging material that covered them. His thumb rubbed against the point of her nipple, and it stretched the material even further. "You're beautiful!"
Again, the sensations began to build, and Tina regretted the thin layer of material that separated his touch from her flesh. She wished she had come out of that bathroom naked, and couldn't wait to get into that sexy state.
"There's a little tie," she pointed out, turning, because she feared it would take him ages to find it himself, "in the back."
Once it had been pointed out, he wasted no time releasing the bow at the back of her neck, and the top of her gown whisked down to expose her bosom. He stared at her pink, swelling nipples for a moment, then touched them with a fingertip and traced their delicate lines. Tina moaned, the sensations going directly to the pit of her stomach. With nothing remaining to restrain him, he cupped her tits and thumbed her nipples until her boobs swelled noticeably and the tips protruded like sharp spikes.
His courage rising, he continued stripping her. She sighed as the gown slid down her silken thighs. She felt a moment of embarrassment as she stood naked before him, and then the thrill washed over her.
"You're beautiful," he said again. She chuckled. "I would have believed you if you had told me that before you took my clothes off."
"Didn't I?"
He reached cautiously forward, as if fully expecting to have his hand slapped away, and touched her pussy mound. She gulped, tingling all over, and widened her stance. His finger pressed between her legs and traced the cleft of her cunt lips. A fingertip wiggled against her clitoris.
"Ohhhh!" she gasped.
She pressed her naked body close to his, and he was forced to embrace her.
"Oh, baby," he breathed. His fingers gripped her ass and pulled their crotches together.
"I'll bet you've never called anybody 'baby' before," she said, her heart thumping.
"I haven't." His hot breath bathed her lips for a moment, then his tongue slipped into her mouth. He was learning fast, and his hands provoked new thrills in her body every place they touched.
The sensations were just as intense for him. He marveled at the softness of her body, and the springy firmness of her tits and her ass cheeks. The hair between her legs was silky smooth and moist. It filled him with incredible excitement to feel her slit and watch her response when he rubbed his hand over the fleshy folds at the top.
"That really excites you, doesn't it?" he commented curiously.
"Oh, yes...." she panted with rising lust. "That's my clitoris...."
"Clitoris?" The way he mouthed the word told her he had never said it before.
"My clit ... it-oh, God, that feels good.
He swallowed hard as his cock became even harder in his pants, straining to be freed. It was a reaction that he always tried to hide, but now he pressed it against her leg and rubbed it against her, bringing himself to the edge of cumming before backing away. He had other curiosities to appease.
Mack bent his head and kissed her tit. Then he sucked her ripe nipple with his mouth.
"Ohhh," she whimpered in the haze of passion as his tongue rolled around the swollen nubbin. "Oh, Mack...." Her fingers curled into his hair and pushed his head to her breast so that he could suck even more of her aroused flesh into his hot mouth.
"Oh, God...." She trembled and moaned. Lust filled her brain and churned in her belly. Her insides were melting, and she felt watery between the legs. She hugged his leg with her thighs and rubbed her groin against his trousers, humping his leg like a bitch in heat while he sucked on her tits, bouncing from one to the other. She had never been so consumed with passion, never so horny, never in her entire life.
He didn't know the power of the sensations he was rousing-couldn't know, or he would have stopped for fear of driving her insane. But the sweet torture of those tit-tugging, nipple-nibbling lips went right on, and the tremors gathered inside her.
She gasped suddenly, and a shudder shook her. Then, a wave of emotion rolled over her. And another. And another. She clung to him to avoid falling until her senses settled.
"Oh, my God! I just ... I just had ... I just had an orgasm!"
"You did?" He eyed her in surprise.
"Let's not waste any more time," she told him, starting to unbutton his shirt. "This is too good."
She pulled his shirt away, and he stripped off his undershirt. Her hands shook as she reached down and started to unbuckle his belt. The zipper was stretched tight, but it separated easily, and his pants dropped down to his thighs, exposing the bulging white cotton material of his undershorts. Steeling herself, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugged downward. His hard cock jumped out at her. She gasped and stared wide-eyed at his prick. It was long and thick with a fat, swollen head. A wiry tangle of dark hair surrounded its base, and a leathery, twin-lobed sac drooped below it. A thick-looking drop of fluid oozed from the tiny slit in its tip as she watched. "Oh, my," she said, reaching out with curious fingers to touch it. "My goodness!" The skin was smooth and silky, stretched tight over its muscular hardness, and a warm pulse ran through the bulging blue veins that laced it.
"Are you learning the facts of life?" he asked with a nervous chuckle.
"Kind of old for it, aren't I?" she said, blushing. "But it's all suddenly beginning to make sense to me."
"If you keep playing with my dick, you might learn more than you want."
"It's really hard, isn't it?" she said, ignoring his warning. Her fist wrapped around its solid thickness and she pumped gently. He groaned and arched forward, thrusting his prick toward her. It slipped between her fingers, just like it would entering her cunt. The thought brought a shiver of excitement to her.
"Why don't you kiss it?" he said, breathing hard.
"Kiss it?" Her nose turned up slightly at the thought. "Goodness, Mack!" She looked at him with an accusing twinkle in her eyes. "You are a nasty man."
"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I was just kidding."
But the seed had been planted, and there was a new curiosity in her eyes as she turned her attention again to his cock. Cocksucking. The term was familiar to her from whispered jokes-almost as familiar as the word "fucking." But it was not something she thought people really did-at least not clean, decent people.
But there was something exciting about the thought. Something downright wicked and wanton. And there was something intriguing about the ballsy odor that arose from his crotch and something inviting about the drop of fluid that decorated the tip of his cock.
Tina dropped to her knees and pressed her lips to his cock. The drop of moisture from its end melted on her tongue. The slight salty taste sent a chill up and down her spine. It was the nastiest, most exotic thing she had ever done in her entire life. God, who would ever believe she had done such a thing? Who would she ever have nerve enough to tell?
Her tongue slurped over the tip of his prick, and she sucked, drawing out more of his tasty fluids. "Mmmm...." she mewed. This was good!
"Oh, baby...." he gasped, his body quivering as she licked more of his dick, "suck it. Suck my cock."
It was a request that should have earned him a slap in the face. But, instead, she sucked harder and took even more of his cock into her throat.
Tina learned as she went, yielding to her natural instincts. Her lips cuddled the rigid staff, inching farther along with each stroke. She savored his taste as her tongue slavered over his prick, licking it clean of its saline sweatiness as she sucked forth a steady flow of its masculine juices. Her body awakened to new thrills as she discovered this new source of excitement. She knew she would never be able to look at a man again without eyeing his crotch ... imagining ... wondering.
Mack's body came to life as he thrilled to his first blow job. The sweat poured from his face, and he couldn't keep his hips still. He thrust and pushed, trying to jam his aching cock even farther into Tina's mouth. He had often tried to imagine fucking a woman-even masturbated pretending his soapy fist was a cunt-but he had never allowed his mind to dwell on the thought of having his cock sucked. That was a dirty word, a no-no, a forbidden pleasure even more illicit than fucking. So he had a hard time reconciling the coarse excitement that thrilled his body with the sight of the sweet, angelic face bobbing over his cock. Not only was she doing it, but she was relishing every lip-smacking second fully as much as he was, himself.
"Oh, God, that feels so good," he grunted. "Suck it, baby ... suck it...."
Tina worked hard, trying to satisfy him. She had no idea what that would mean, but she had a feeling that they were building to a climax of some sort. He was going wild with frenzy and she had to hang on to his hips to hold him in place. Would this drive him to an orgasm? One as intense as she had just experienced? Would it be an internal experience? Or would there be some outward expression? Something she could share and enjoy?
Mack was being driven out of his mind by the virgin's torment. Tina's lips were stroking the full length of his cock, making the heat rise in his belly and the cum churn around his balls. If he had been controlling it himself, masturbating, he would have brought himself off long before reaching such an insane depth of excitement. But he was at her mercy, and she had no idea of the strain she was putting him through. "Suck me, baby!" he choked out. "Make me cum!"
Make me cum? What did he mean? Did he want her to stop this? To spread herself on the bed and make her pussy available? Because she would ... gladly.
"Oh, God, baby! I'm going to do it!" Mack sputtered. "I'm going to cum!"
What was he saying? It made no sense to her. She sucked harder, driving him toward the climax he desired.
"Watch it!" His fingers dug in her shoulders. "I'm going to do it! I'm ... oh, God! Here comes!"
He shook with uncontrolled excitement and his cock swelled in her mouth. Tina had a split second's premonition before his hot seed flooded her throat.
She sputtered and pulled her mouth away from his prick.
"Ugghhhhh!" he grunted. His prick spewed again, and she had no time to duck before a thick wad of white cream spattered her face. Startled, she swallowed the cum she had been holding in her mouth.
Another blast of cum curled across her nose and her cheek.
"Good Lord," she sputtered, capturing the spitting dickhead in her mouth again. Reacting automatically, she sucked, draining the life out of his spasming cock.
For him, it seemed to go on forever. For her, it seemed to end before it even got started.
She rocked back on her heels as his cock pulled from her mouth to hang loosely between his legs. She swallowed and cleaned the inside of her mouth with her tongue, savoring the flavor of his manliness as the realization of what had just happened slowly sank it. Good Lord! He had just ... ejaculated-cum right in her mouth! But the feelings that rose from the thought weren't nearly as horrible as she felt they should be. God! Her belly ached for more of the sexy potion!
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean to do that."
Still in a bewildered state, she wiped a finger in the cum that soiled her face and stared at it. Her finger was coated with a clear, thick slime. Cum. She stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
"It's good," she murmured. Then, making her finger slimy with cum again, she rose to her feet and pushed it toward him. "Want to try it?"
"Oh, God," he moaned as she stuck her finger between his lips. "This is depraved."
"Yeah." She grinned at him. "I think it probably is. I'd better not go into detail in my diary."
"You do a diary?"
"Every day."
"What will you write?"
She thought a moment, then said, "Met a handsome guy named Mack and he introduced me to sex. It was the most wonderful day of my life."
"Really?"
"Really," she said, embracing him. Something warm passed between them, something that was more than lust, but not quite love. It was deep affection. She was happy she had given him pleasure, and grateful for the pleasure he had given her. "Are we finished?" she asked softly.
"Finished? Baby, we've just started."
He started to lick his cum from her cheeks.
CHAPTER TWO
Tingling with want, Tina rubbed her naked body against Mack's. The light dusting of hair on his chest teased her nipples into jutting hardness. She reached between their close-pressed bodies and squeezed his cock as they kissed. It was hard again. Her pulse raced, and she stirred with delight. Every cell in her body, every nerve ending, came alive with anticipation.
"Mack...." she said in a sultry whisper. "Can we fuck now?"
His Adam's apple bobbed. "Yeah," he said with a gulp, his eyes shifting nervously up and down her naked body. "I ... hope I don't disappoint you."
She gave him an encouraging smile as she slid onto the bed. "I think it's kind of nice, learning together."
"Yeah," he said, crawling onto the bed.
She swung her knees wide as he positioned himself between her legs. He stared at her, and she shivered. She had never been so immodestly splayed before, with her pussy actually gaping open. But her embarrassment gave way to a thrill as she saw the interest in his eyes. He was as fascinated by her sex as she had been with his.
"It looks like you're learning a few facts of life yourself," she said, wiggling her pussy teasingly.
"God, I was beginning to think I'd never see a woman naked," he said, reaching to the sides and touching her bare legs. He ran his hands from her ankles up to her knees and pushed them even wider apart.
"Surely you've seen pictures in the men's magazines."
"Yeah, and even on the Internet, but it's not the same. I mean, a real, live pussy...."
She knew what he meant. She had seen pictures of naked men, too. Cocks, even. But the look of a real one, the feel of it, the taste of it in her mouth ... it wasn't the same thing.
"I'm embarrassed," she finally said, his silent appraisal of her private parts continuing.
"Why?"
His naive curiosity made her laugh, and a lifetime of inhibitions melted away with her laughter. "I just never thought I'd ever have the guts to pull off my panties and do something like this. What do you think? Ugly, isn't it?"
"Ugly? God, no! It's beautiful."
"Well, if you like it so much, then kiss it."
"Kiss it?"
She bumped her crotch upward playfully. "That's right. I did you, now it's your turn."
He stared at her pussy while he considered her request. Then, he leaned forward and began kissing along the insides of her thighs. She trembled as his warm lips slid over her skin, kissing and licking lightly. He circled her crotch and kissed along her lower belly, his tongue tracing the top edge of her pubic thatch. She thought she would die when his nose wiggled into her cunt curls and she felt his warm breath wash over her throbbing labia.
A second later, his tongue darted out and touched her cunt lips. She cried out in excitement. He licked along the slit, parting the swollen lips, then his tongue slithered inside her cunt opening. She groaned as her cunt walls squeezed around it, trying to hold it. Grunting, he settled in, grasping her cunt lips with his fingers to spread the opening wide. His tongue worked up and down, licking and stroking the sensitive pink flesh and sending tingles of pleasure rolling through her body.
"That's it, isn't it?" he said, his long finger finding an obstruction deep inside her body. "Your cherry?"
"Yes," she moaned. It was there, all right, her maidenhead, intact, carefully preserved.
"You were saving it for your husband?"
"For the man of my dreams," she gurgled, annoyed at the interruption.
"I guess I'll just have to do," he said, pressing his mouth to her cunt and driving his tongue all the way to her hymen. Never in his wildest imagination had he ever dreamed of himself in such a situation, a marauding invader in a field of such purity and beauty.
He pulled away suddenly. "Damn! I feel like a jerk."
"No," she cooed, reaching up to tousle his hair. "Please. I want you."
"And damn it, baby, I want you. My dick is harder than it's ever been. But-"
She pushed his head back down between her legs and he sputtered to speechlessness in her cunt.
"My clit," she murmured. "Lick my clit."
The sweet taste and the womanly smell of her cunt overcame his gentlemanly attempt at restraint. This was what he wanted; this was what he had been wanting all his life. His lips found the sensitive extension of flesh at the top of her slit and he sucked on it. She shuddered, and her thighs squeezed against his cheeks. He licked her clit, and tugged on it with his teeth, stretching it while she answered with squeals of pleasure. Responding to her reactions, he quickly became adept at thrilling her by gently tweaking her lust button. Her thighs wagged from side to side, rolling his head with it, and juices began to ooze from her pussy, making his chin slick.
Then, with a sudden sob, she held still as an explosion of pleasure tore through her insides. Her pussy convulsed, and he felt a great heat rush from her sex. His inexperienced tongue rolled around her clit, doing its best to prolong her excitement.
Her knees dropped to the sides and the air rushed from her body in a great sigh. "Mack, that was beautiful. You sent me to heaven...."
"Great!" he said. His juice-smeared face was flushed with heat and his dick was aching. "Because I can't wait for this a minute longer."
He pressed the head of his prick to the lips of her cunt. She sighed. His hips pushed forward. The head of his cock parted the puffy lips of her pussy.
"Don't hurt me!" she gasped.
Her demand startled him. He had no idea how to avoid causing her distress. But he was too far along now to quit. The feel of her cunt lips cuddling his cockhead in their velvety grip was too much to resist. He wanted more.
He gave a push, and his cock moved into her. Until it met an obstruction.
She yelped and tried to hold him back. "Be careful!"
He withdrew and tried again.
"Ohhh!"
And again. This time, his dick pushed through into her soft, lower parts. "Oohhhhh...."
Her protest stilled as his prick began working her drooling pussy. The motion was instinctive, a fast, staccato rhythm with a continuous motion that kept the glorious friction alive. Her hips joined in the effort, forcing their bellies together on the downstroke and grinding their crotches against each other. His cock ached, but he didn't want to cum. He didn't want to end it so soon.
"Mack!" she shouted, tightening her thighs and lurching upward against him. "Oh, my God!" The tension broke in her loins, and a bolt of lightning slammed through her. The intense pleasure was greater than any she had ever felt before. All consuming, it grew with each pulse of her pussy, spreading throughout her body in ever-widening rings of excitement.
Spurred by her cries, he doubled his efforts, trying to extend her orgasm. He panted and wheezed, his prick throbbing, each cock stroke adding to the pressure growing in his own body. But, still, he tried to hold back, even as he drove her into a second paroxysm of pleasure.
His spirit sang. This was it; this is what his body had been made for. The sweet coupling of cock and cunt suddenly loomed as the be-all and end-all of life, making everything else fade into unimportance. Fucking was it; fucking was the reason for existence itself!
The heat between his legs rose unbearably. His cock burned, and his balls were bathed in molten fire. Coming down from another of her peaks, she was bouncing against him, her virginity but flotsam in a sea of passion.
"I've got to cum, baby," he groaned. "I've got to cum."
"Cum," she pleaded, anxious to feel his release deep inside her. "Cum in me."
Her body begged as much as her words, her clit a pronounced lump grinding into his groin and her nipples sharp bullets that dug into his chest. Her whole body seemed an extension of her cunt, sucking greedily, grasping, clinging, and trying to swallow him whole.
And he loved it, loved every long second of it ... the wallowing in soft flesh ... the slurping and sliding of hungry body parts ... the winding of the nerve endings in his prick into tiny, tight coils.
"Cum in me!" she cried. "Fill my cunt like you filled my throat! Give me all of your sweet cream!"
He drove hard into her and his dick exploded.
"Arrgghhhhh!"
His body made a mighty shudder, then stiffened.
"Ohhhh-ahhhhh-arrgghhhhh!"
Deep excitement numbed him as his prick gushed again. And again.
The warm cream flowing into her sent Tina into a rapture even stronger than the ones she had already experienced. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, torn by the powerful throes of her first prick-driven climax. "Ohhhhh! Oh, my God ... yes!"
When it was over, when the world settled back into place, he stretched across her, his body limp, and panted. She glowed, the heat of him enveloping her naked figure, giving her a keen sense of femininity from the tips of her toes up.
"Oh, Mack," she whispered, hugging him tight. "Ohhhhhh...."
"God! That was something else," he said in amazement. "Where have you been all my life, woman?"
She giggled. "In Wichita."
He laughed as he rolled off her. "I guess that explains it."
He stayed in her room all night long and slept with her in her bed. It was a new experience, waking up in the morning with a man lying beside her. A naked man.
He was sound asleep.
She smiled and ran her fingers through the light brush of hair on his chest, being careful not to wake him. He had worked hard last night, and she didn't want to deny him his rest. Besides, she thought with a smile, he needed to build up his store of energy for the new day ... and whatever that may hold.
Her gaze continued down his body to take in his cock. It looked cute, draped loosely over his thigh. Cute and harmless-only a shadow of its glory when in full flower. It was soiled, now, with dried cum spotting his pubic hair. They had fucked several more times in the night after that first encounter, and they hadn't bothered to clean up before falling asleep.
She rolled into a sitting position and climbed carefully out of the bed. Only then did she become aware of the soreness between her legs. But the discomfort was slight, a fading memento of her virginity and her first fuck session. Did couples always do it that way, fucking half the night long? Now she understood why some of her colleagues were always so sleepy in the mornings, while she went to work chipper and fresh. Well, her coworkers might be surprised to find a new and more exhausted Tina when she returned from this vacation.
Tina usually rushed through a shower in the mornings, but today, she decided to pamper herself with a long, hot bath.
Lying back in the tub, Tina relaxed in the steaming water. One of the hotel's amenities had been a bottle of jasmine-scented bath oils, and the fragrant smell teased her nostrils while the oiled water caressed her figure completely. She wondered if jasmine had Caribbean roots, or was it just a generic aroma? Either way, it was a new experience and gave her bathing an exotic Jamaican flavor.
She felt alive all over, her body shimmering in the warm water. As the ripples rose and fell over her breasts, it was easy to imagine it was a man's hands caressing her, lifting her tits gently, licking her nipples.
She flushed. God, one night with a man and she was bursting with erotic thoughts. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tina! But she wasn't.
She must have drifted off to sleep, because she looked up with a hazy expression when she heard the door open. There was an unreal, dream-like quality about the figure that moved into the room.
"Good morning," Mack greeted her.
"Good morning," she murmured, sinking to her chin in the water. "You ... didn't knock."
"You're being modest?" He grinned at her. "After last night?"
She forced herself to avoid staring at his hanging cock. "This is a bathroom. One expects privacy."
"I'll remember that," he said, sitting on the edge of the tub beside her, "next time."
"I don't want to be a prude," she croaked out, "but it's just that there are times."
"I know. You women just like to pop out of the bathroom-as if there were nothing to it and that beauty was your natural state."
He reached and took the soap from her hands. His fingers grazed her wrist, leaving tiny tingles behind. "Are you sorry about last night?"
Pulling her legs up protectively against her breasts, she hugged them with her arms and rested her chin on her knees. She looked up at him. "No. Are you?"
"I'm disappointed."
"Disappointed?" Her heart sank. "Was I that bad a fuck?"
He leaned forward and ran his fingers through her dark hair. "I was disappointed that we had to stop for sleep."
The room suddenly felt very small and filled with his presence. His breath was warm against her cheek. "You didn't get enough last night?"
"I don't think I could ever get enough of you."
He was saying all the right things, making her feel special rather than just a convenient piece of tail ... an easy lay. His closeness and his tender affection brought back the feelings from the night before. Except then, she had been a virgin; now she was a woman of experience-limited experience, but enough to know just what pleasures lie in store for her if she would let herself go.
"Next thing you'll be saying you love me," she rasped, her breath quickening.
"I think I do, a little bit."
"Don't be silly."
"You were the first," he said, making the water slosh to the edges of the tub as he gently pushed her knees down with a soapy hand. He reached under the water to run his slick hand over her tits. "You'll always have a special place in my heart."
"Be serious!" she chided, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll bet you're just chomping at the bit-you can't wait to get out there and fuck a few more women for comparison, can you?"
He grinned. "And how about you?"
"I'm already panting," she admitted.
"I know," he said, leaning over the edge of the tub to kiss her.
Her skin prickled as he kneaded it while they kissed. It was the most delicious thing, delightfully wicked, to be kissing in the bath ... tongue-playing with an equally naked man as he spread suds over her exposed flesh ... the warm water cradling her swelling tits and licking her sensuously between the legs.
Suddenly, he was lifting her from the water. As she fought for a foothold, the water cascaded from her body in sheets, leaving the upthrust mounds of her tits glistening prominently. Soap suds lingered, cloaking the smooth brown areolae of her nipples like lace with the tips popping through.
He wiped the soap away, then finished cleaning her tits with his tongue. His warm breath on her tit flesh made her pulse skitter. She cooed and locked her fingers behind his neck, holding him to her breast while he sucked.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, as he nipped the tender flesh.
"I feel like eating you up," he said with a grin. She swallowed hard. "And I feel like letting you."
He lifted her out of the tub. Holding her close, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, breast to chest, her slick body made his as wet as hers. Standing on his toes, she stretched upward against him for another kiss, one that was long and slow and sapped her spine of its strength.
She melted in his arms and he laid her on the fluffy rug in the middle of the bathroom floor.
"Oh, Mack...."
He bent over her and kissed her all over. His lips sucked, his tongue swirled, and his teeth nipped, marking her ivory flesh with tiny flares of red. She purred encouragement and ran her hands over his arms and his back, tracing his well-formed muscles and feeling them flex with restrained power.
"If you don't quit messing with me," she said in a voice that was choked with passion, "you won't have time to be chasing those other women."
"What other women?" he murmured, pushing her back and easing between her legs.
"Will you fuck some of the brown ones?" she asked, suddenly curious. "Or just the white ones?"
He considered the question for a moment, then grinned. "I think my boss would like me to have as varied an experience on this vacation as possible. How about you?"
"Well ... that bartender was a pretty handsome guy," she said thoughtfully, remembering the man's copper-colored countenance with its friendly smile and his masculine physique.
"You just want one of those big, black pricks."
"Is it true what they say?"
"Hell! How would I know?"
Well, maybe he couldn't tell her, but she could certainly find out for herself. It would be fun, seducing someone. But did she actually have the guts to do it? Why not? It would be a great vacation pastime-something unbelievable to tell her friends upon her return. Mentally, she started a list. And she put the handsome Jamaican bartender on top.
Mack had lost interest in the conversation, and he pulled her legs over his shoulder and stared down at her bushy, black-haired pussy. "Had breakfast?" she teased. "I'm looking at it."
"Ooooh, goody!"
Mack leaned forward and pushed his tongue into her hole. She wiggled her cunt around it as it plowed the full length of her slit. Tina's cunt lips widened, and his face pressed into her moist folds. His nose mashed against her clit and sent shivers running along her spine. His teeth found the inflamed nubbin and nipped.
"Be careful!" she choked out, stiffening around him.
"Is your clit that sensitive?"
"You can't begin to imagine," she breathed, settling back in excitement as he pushed his tongue past the protective flap and pressed it against the hard tip of her clitoris. Waves of ecstasy washed through her when his tongue tip rubbed the sensitive spike. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, showing him just what she liked and what she didn't, while he developed his expertise in clit teasing-until it was suddenly too much and she arched up, pushing her cunt into his face as a series of explosions wracked her insides. The excitement that rippled through her awoke every nerve ending in her body and left her tingling with arousal.
"Okay, baby, now me."
He pushed her legs from his shoulders and opened her thighs farther. His cock angled upward over her black thatch. With her heart thumping, she grabbed it and pressed its head to her twat. He gave a little push and her mouth formed and "O" as she watched him slide into her. Easily, now. She had been opened good and proper the night before, and his slithering entrance brought back only a faint memory of the pain she had experienced at the loss of her virginity.
Tina pushed up on one elbow and watched as he made his first few strokes, slipping smoothly in and out of her body. She was impressed by the beauty of their coupling and how naturally their bodies worked together. "Oohhhh, that's wonderful," she whispered. "Simply wonderful."
He grunted in agreement and thrust harder, pinioning her cunt and pressing her backside firmly into the rug on the bathroom floor. Her sheath gripped his iron-hard rod tightly and put strength in his stroke. Although they had only been fucking for one night, her cunt had become as familiar as an old sock, yet it had lost none of its fascination or excitement. He wished he could live in her cunt and spend all his waking moments buried in her depths, never leaving her body until he died a glutton's death.
Her breathing became more ragged as his efforts fanned the fire inside her. His crotch rammed the base of her belly, driving his cock far into her and making her tits roll in great circles on her chest. God, how could she stand any more? Her heart was too frail to endure this excitement! She was going to die right here on a bathroom floor in Jamaica!
She wasn't as tame as she had been the night before. She jerked and groaned around his long solid dick. Her pussy was greedy, gripping him hard. Excitement filled her as the swollen knob of his prick pushed deep inside her cunthole. Her cunt lips spread juices evenly along the stretched pole and quivered when they nuzzled the thick, hairy base of his cock.
Mack grabbed her buttocks and pulled her closer. His rampaging cock drove deeper still, searching for the seat of her emotions.
Again, Tina exploded. Her cunt convulsed around the pounding prick. He panted and increased his effort, driving her from the trough of one orgasm to the peak of another. The thrills just kept coming, inundating her with rapture.
He grimaced as he held back his own response, prolonging the excitement for both of them. He was every bit as eager as he had been that very first fuck, but he had learned to control himself. He loved the feel of her tight cunt and the squishy warmth of her juices as they licked his cock. Wild in her ecstasy, she lunged up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Tina groaned. Her eyes glazed with robust desire. Her pussy dominated her existence, and the throbbing matched the beat of her heart, sending waves of thick excitement rolling through her.
Mack gave in to his want and began thrusting his prick fast and furiously. Gone was the control that had lifted them slowly to the heavens. Frantic need drove him now. The top blew off his head when the first spurt of lust sprayed from the hole in his dick. Hot jism gushed into the depths of her love channel.
Tina's fingers dug into his back, hanging on, riding out the storm. She came again, her body jerking in time with his. Their moans filled the air. With thick sweat lubricating their flesh, their bodies rubbed and bounced together.
Mack collapsed over the heavy mounds of her tits. She hugged him tight with her arms and her legs, holding his weakening prick captive and flexing her cunt muscles around it.
"Oohhhh, Mack!" she cooed. "That was the best fuck yet."
"You're learning, girl," he retorted with a grin. "Hmmm, am I a good fuck? Huh?"
"The best, baby. The best."
CHAPTER THREE
Mack and Tina spent the day together. Always a wallflower, Tina found it nice to have a companion. Although he couldn't be called her boyfriend, their night together had certainly created a bond between them. And who knows? It could grow into something really special before her Caribbean vacation was over.
"That guy over there has his eyes on you."
"Hummm?" Tina responded drowsily, soothed almost to sleep by Mack's fingers kneading her flesh as he massaged suntan oil into her skin. They had been lazing in the afternoon sun on the beach before their hotel.
"Over there. The bastard can't wait for me to leave so he can make a move on you."
She pushed up on her elbows to look in the direction he indicated. Sure enough, a guy about fifty feet away returned her curious stare with a smile. Big, burly, well-tanned with an athletic look and silvery hair on his chest, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties.
"What do you think? Are you interested?"
"I...." Tina tingled at the erotic thoughts that passed through her mind-wild imaginings that would never have occurred to her the day before. "What about you?"
"His companion is out there in the water, bouncing around, and having a hard time keeping the top of her bikini from falling off. I thought I might go out and give her a hand."
Tina looked out at the sea and saw the blonde-haired woman he was eyeing. Her minuscule bikini was a poor match for her big tits. "You're a lecher!" she said with an accusing grin.
"Hey! Don't blame me. You're the one that turned me on to pussy."
She stretched up in amusement and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Luck," she said.
She watched Mack rush off toward the water, then settled on her back in the sand, shading her eyes from the sun with her hand.
She smelled him first, a spicy melange of suntan oil, aftershave lotion, and masculine sweat, then felt her flesh cool as his shadow blocked the sun.
"Your young man-your boyfriend? I think he is attracted to my wife."
She stared up at the big man and tried to place his accent. French, probably.
"Boyfriend?"
"There is no ring on your finger," he said, taking her hand as he settled so close beside her on the sand that their hips touched. "No?"
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Ah! He is your lover, then?"
"Yes," she said boldly. Then, she took the offensive. "He said you were just waiting to make a move on me."
He laughed.
"Doesn't your wife mind?" she asked, openly curious about his bold advance.
"We have what you Americans call an 'open marriage.'"
"I see," she said, trying to maintain a cool demeanor despite the tingling feeling that had arisen where their hips touched.
"We usually swim naked at the Hedonism beach, but we thought we'd try something different for a change."
"I see." She swallowed hard as she glanced at his body, trying to imagine him without the skimpy swimsuit that covered his genitals. The bulge there was massive. Massive, indeed.
A scream from the water caught their attention and they turned to witness Mack and the woman caught almost in an embrace, with her bikini bra dangling loose. She turned, laughing, and allowed him to retie it in back.
"Ruby is not used to bathing with a top on," he explained.
"So I can see," Tina said, her disapproval thinly veiled.
The Frenchman glanced at Tina's tits, which were securely covered, although outlined perfectly by the tight, thin material of her own bra top. "Tops are silly," he commented.
"They protect from prying eyes," she said evenly, trying to quell the feeling of excitement that was rising in her. He was practically fucking her with his gaze, and her body was responding despite her reservations. How did a decent woman respond to such a bold advance?
The question became moot as Mack and the man's wife came racing toward them. Ruby's tits bounced as she weaved through the sand. The flopping mounds were barely restrained by the narrow band of her bikini top.
"Rene!" she shouted as the pair came to a dripping halt before them. "This young man wants to fuck me!"
Tina's jaw dropped. She stared at Mack in astonishment and he flushed.
The Frenchman broke into a loud guffaw and wrapped an arm around Tina to give her a tight hug. "And I was about to suggest the same thing to his lovely young lady."
The blonde gave Tina a big smile. "Then you do not mind?"
"Me?" Tina shrugged, surprised to be included in the conversation. "It's all right with me."
"Then it is settled!" Rene jumped up and reached down for Tina.
"But-but-but-" she sputtered ineffectually as he lifted her from the sand and into his arms. Somehow, he had interpreted her response as giving more permission than she had meant to offer.
"We will all fuck together," he said resolutely as he started carrying her toward the hotel.
Tina sighed and settled back in his strong embrace. How could she refuse? She had been literally swept off her feet.
Introductions were made in the elevator. Rene and Ruby were a free-spirited couple who lived a staid life in Paris most of the year, but made up for it on their annual vacations to exotic, sunny locales.
"She is not your wife?" the blonde-haired woman said, her accent giving her words a sexy, French flavor.
"No," said Mack. "We're just friends."
"Good friends," Tina emphasized.
"I see." The French woman chuckled. "And are her-how you say? Tits?-as nice as mine?"
"I ... don't know."
The couple made a quick exchange in French, then Ruby explained, "Rene says one would have to compare." She smiled and ripped off her bra. "See mine?" she said as her tits spilled out.
Tina's eyes widened in shock only a moment before her own top was pulled away by the woman's husband.
"See hers-"
She sputtered a protest, but it was to no avail, and she was pushed to stand beside the other woman for a comparison. Her pulse fluttered as the men gave both pairs of tits a critical appraisal.
"Well?" she finally croaked as the tension built.
"I'd say we are both in for a treat," the Frenchman said diplomatically.
Mack grinned. "I agree."
The blonde laughed lightly as the elevator stopped and the door opened. Tina found herself parading past a gaping young couple with her tits bared. "We are going to bed," Ruby explained as the pair pushed into the elevator they had vacated. "Would you care to join us?"
"Ah, later, maybe-"
"Todd!" The woman glared at her partner as the doors closed and whisked them away.
Standing topless in the hallway, Tina's skin prickled as she waited while Rene fumbled to unlock the room door. Their partners weren't waiting to get started. The slim Frenchwoman was standing on tiptoe to kiss Mack, molding their bodies into one. Embarrassed by their audacious boldness, Tina watched out of the corner of her eye nevertheless and saw the way Mack edged his leg between Ruby's thighs. The blonde openly rubbed her lightly covered mound against his upper leg. With their lips pressed together, their tongues snaked wetly into each other's mouth.
"Darling," the woman whispered. "I simply must see your cock."
Mesmerized by the taste of the woman's tongue and the feel of her big tits rolling against his chest, Mack put up no resistance as his swimming briefs were shoved down and his half-swollen cock bobbed upward.
Tina choked as she watched Ruby's fist wrap around the hardening shaft. She experienced mixed emotions: a tinge of jealousy, a touch of envy.
The woman tittered, tickling him lightly with her fingertips and reaching farther down to caress his balls.
"Oh, yeah," Mack croaked, thrusting his hips forward. "Squeeze my prick. Yeah! Like that. Ohhhh...."
Rene threw open the door. "Enter!" he exclaimed. Tina breathed a sigh of relief as the foursome pushed into the room.
Ruby stripped away Mack's suit as soon as the door shut behind them. "It is beautiful, is it not?" she exclaimed, making his cock jump as she stroked it to full hardness. Plastering herself against his naked body, she whispered, "I love a nice big hard cock," as her tongue fluttered out and slipped into his mouth again.
Rene laughed. "My wife is a slut for a cock. Your friend is"--he searched for the word--equipped nicely. Like me."
Tina tore her eyes away from the couple to stare down at the thick bulge that packed Rene's skimpy bikini. The man was being modest; she felt sure he sported enough there to put Mack's manhood to shame.
Along with Rene, she turned her attention back to Ruby and Mack, watching her fondle his cock while they kissed. It was the most wickedly obscene thing she had ever seen, and her mind reeled as she realized that she would soon be watching them fuck. And she was going to get fucked, as well-by a man who was even more a stranger to her than Mack had been when he took her cherry. God! This was an orgy! There was no end to the possibilities.
"Mmmmm," Ruby moaned into Mack's mouth, thrilling to their kiss. While her small fist pumped his shaft, her legs wound around his and she humped his thigh. The juxtaposition of her smooth tanned legs against Mack's thick, hairy thighs was an erotic sight that sent a thrill surging through Tina.
"Oohhhh, darling! That feels nice," Ruby purred with seductive smoothness as her groin rubbed firmly against his hip. "Mmmm, yes. That is nice--very nice."
Tina stiffened protectively as she felt Rene's arm circle her. But she relaxed back into his embrace immediately. She wasn't going to let any prudish constraint stop her from enjoying a single moment of this lewd spectacle. Electric tingles raced along her spine as Rene's hand gently massaged her ass. He was more restrained than his wife, but Tina had a feeling his passionate hunger was every bit as strong as hers.
"Mmmmmm...." she moaned, encouraging his intimacy. Delicious feelings were running through her, arousing her. Until yesterday, they were feelings she had always quelled before they flared. But now, she relished the growing tension and the excitement as her pussy dampened. She had to shift her stance and catch her breath as her clit began to twitch and throb and beg for attention.
Mack's prick had turned an alarming shade of purple. Tina could almost see the heat rising from its stretched circumference. Each time his cockhead emerged from Ruby's fist, the tiny eye in its head pulled open and another thick tear leaked out to smear its ruddy face. Tina watched wide-eyed, expecting him to cum at any time.
"Oh, God ... I'm going to ... I'm going to cum-"
Ruby dropped to her knees and plunged her mouth over the end of his cock. Mack grunted and gave a lurch forward, filling her mouth completely.
"God," he rasped hoarsely. His fingers clawed into her hair and forced her head to his crotch. "Suck me, baby. Kiss my cock, lick it, eat my balls.
Oh, baby ... oh, baby ... give me more of your hot mouth...."
Tina was astonished by his wanton demands. He had been so gentle with her the night before, controlling his fury and restraining his need. But there was no delicacy about his attack, now. He thrust his cock into Ruby's mouth, grunting, and fucking her face as fast and furiously as if it were her pussy. And she didn't mind at all, digging into his ass and holding on while he fucked her face.
"Mmmmm...." She smacked her lips, devouring his cock. Her jaw widened and her cheeks stretched with each inward thrust, then her cheeks hollowed again, drawing hard, as he retreated for another thrust. The emerging shaft glistened with saliva, and her dancing tongue spread it evenly around his immensity. Tina envied the woman's skill, but she learned as she watched, and she couldn't wait for a chance to try out the new techniques herself. Maybe, even, on the woman's husband.
That same thought might even have been on Rene's mind. Giving in suddenly to his horny desire, the man jerked down Tina's bikini bottom and pulled her into his arms. Tina shuddered, then relaxed in his embrace. The kiss was more electric than it had been before with her now-naked body enmeshed in his warm flesh. While she sucked hungrily on his tongue, he reached between her legs and went directly for her clitoris. Sparks flew, and electricity steeled her nerves. His fingers plucked at the tiny bit of sensitive flesh, stretching it, rubbing it, until something released inside her and juices gushed from her pussy. She hung from his neck as her knees weakened. He kept pushing, giving her no relief, tweaking her senses, pushing her tension to an unbearable peak.
This was depraved, she told herself, trying to hold back the rush of feeling that would be a complete capitulation to her senses. How could she allow herself to sink to this level-to be stripped and violated in the presence of others-to watch with lascivious eagerness while others performed the most vile, the most erotic deeds-but, oh God, how could she possibly resist the excitement as Rene's finger prodded her sodden pussy, pushing between her cunt lips, exploring her even more intimately than Mack had done in their very first intimate moments? No, she couldn't resist because she had become a woman overnight, a woman with hungers to be satisfied and emotions to be explored. The finger in her pussy sent pleasure racing through her, affirming all these feelings, assuring her that they were right ... and they were good.
"Ohhhhhh!" she choked, no longer trying to quell the excitement that swirled through her.
Right next to them, Ruby was slurping over Mack's cock. Her lips slid up and down, her tongue slithered, and her teeth dragged along, teasing the sensitive underside of the thick organ. At the bottom of each stroke, her nose flattened against his belly and her chin wedged between his balls.
"Ahhhhh, yes, baby! Suck it! Suck!" Mack pleaded. "Make me cum ... make me cum with those pretty lips of yours ... suck my spunk into your throat ... suck me ... eat me ... drain my balls ... oh, God, yes! Yes! I want to cum-I want to cum in your mouth!"
Reaching his limit, Mack let out a shout and arched forward. Ruby braced herself as his cock swelled in her. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as her head bobbed faster and faster
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Drink my juices-suck it all down!"
His cock erupted, sending shot after shot of his hot, creamy cum spurting into her. She gulped and swallowed, drinking all of it. Until his shudders had passed and his cock pulled from her mouth, as limp and lifeless as a worm readied for fishing bait.
"Mmmmm, that was good," she cooed, kissing and licking the head of his soft dick. "Delicious!"
Tina had watched over Rene's shoulder, and now his finger-fucking was thrilling her, sending her from one breathtaking climax to another. But it wasn't giving Rene the depth of pleasure Mack had just enjoyed or the fulfillment he desired. His dick was hard and throbbing, and it could no longer be ignored.
He pushed Tina onto the bed. A hot flush colored her features as she realized what was in store for her. But she drew up her legs without hesitation, spreading her smooth, round thighs and exposing her swollen sex to three pairs of eyes. "Who gets me?" she joked, embarrassed by the attention.
"I'm first," Rene said with a grin. "Her pussy is really tight." He held up a juice-slick finger to demonstrate his point. "Just the way I like it."
"Mmmm," commented his wife.
"Yes, I know," said Mack.
Rene pushed down his trunks and his cock pushed free and sprang upward from of his lean belly. The former virgin gasped as her eyes took in the thick, black patch of hair that surrounded his shaft and the big, leathery sac of balls that hung below it. Thick, blue veins corded the manly spike, and a fat, pulpy knob capped the tip. An oily drop of juice glistened in its tiny eye.
"So? What do you think?" he asked, standing proudly with his dick displayed. He moved a step closer to the other naked man, inviting his comparison.
"It's big," she said with a fevered gulp.
"Bigger," Mack admitted glumly, staring down at the other man's cock.
"I am a man!" Rene boasted. "You are-what? Twenty-"
"Twenty-six."
The Frenchman shrugged. "Young yet."
"Yes, young and hard," his wife said, rubbing her tits into Mack's naked back. She reached around with a slim hand and clutched his cock. It immediately began to rise. "See? This baby has strength."
"Humph!" Ignoring his wife's taunts, he crawled into position between Tina's splayed thighs. "What do you think?" he asked with a lecherous grin. "Do you want that feeble worm? Or do you want me to put my cock in you?"
She clenched her teeth, refusing to betray the friend who had introduced her to the pleasures of the flesh while she reached out for the thick cock that waved over her belly.
He pulled back with an evil laugh.
"Beg for it!" he demanded.
"Ohhh, yessssss, give it to me ... I need it...." It shamed her to admit such want, but the shame immediately faded when her fingers were able to close around his hot length of man flesh. Gurgling happily, she pulled it down toward her cunt.
"Don't worry, baby. I will give you a good fuck. I will give you a fuck to remember." With that promise, he eased the fat tip of his prick between her oozing cunt lips. Tina arched upward, lifted her ass to hasten his entrance.
"You are an eager little bitch," he grunted. "And as tight as a virgin. You must use your pretty little pussy mostly for-how do you say? Peeing?"
"I fuck," she muttered, not wanting to admit how close he was to the truth.
It was true, she was tight. And he was not only longer, but thicker, too, than Mack. He wasn't able to plunge right in to her depths, but he had to work slowly, making short strokes that spread their juices and gradually stretched her hot opening wider as his cockhead plowed into areas of her cunt that were still virgin.
"Be careful!" she begged. "God, you're so big."
"See?" he said proudly. "Did I not tell you so?"
"Oh, my God-"
"Ugghhh!"
"Ooooohh! My God, you're tearing me apart!" Tina's breathing became feverish and erratic as Rene's cock drove home again and again. His balls slapped against her ass and his cockhead jammed against the mouth of her womb. She screamed, and her legs stretched heavenward. Her thighs formed a deep vee; her toes clawed at the air. And all the while, he jerked back and forth, plunging his heavy staff into her wet depths.
"Ahhhh, yes," Rene breathed, his face flushed and sweat dripping from his brow. "This is the way to fuck! She eats my cock! Her pussy is hungry, it is greedy. It holds tight-it does not want to let me go"
Panting, Rene lifted his hips higher to give more power to his thrusting strokes. Each plunging drive forced the mouth of her pussy wide to accept the thick base of his prick. His groin mashed against her clit and sent thunderbolts of excitement rocketing through her. There was some pain ... there was a lot of pleasure ... there was an almost unbearable buildup of tension.
Rene gasped and sputtered, "Baby ... I am going to cum in you ... I am going to fill you pussy with my cream-"
"Yes! Yes!" she shouted, rocking her ass and bouncing up against him. "Do it! Cum in me!"
Rene threw his head back and howled. His moving prick spit within her and sent a hot charge surging to the depths of her cunt. He drove into her again and his dick pulsed with another heavy blast of fire.
"Oh, God!" Tina wailed, thrilling to the heat as her clasping pussy sucked him dry. She had turned to liquid between her legs, and her crotch was a molten inferno. Her pussy throbbed and her clit buzzed. The pulsations built and exploded, sending cascading thrills rolling through her. Her tits tingled, her toes stretched, her fingers clawed. Pleasure gurgled in her throat and excitement keyed every nerve ending in her body. She had never felt more alive ... never.
Her vision slowly focused again, watching the man as he withdrew his limp prick and pulled away from her. Gasping for breath, he flopped onto the bed beside her.
Her eyes took in the couple standing beside the bed, watching, their faces reflecting the passion they had just witnessed. Her pulse fluttered as she realized they had just observed her in her most intimate moment. The thought gave her a wicked thrill. Grinning, she said, "Who's next?"
CHAPTER FOUR
The pair stared at Tina. She was still lying on her back with her legs splayed wide apart. The lips of her just-fucked pussy glistened with juices and were swollen open. A creamy bubble of cum was visible, peeping from inside the pink opening like a pearl in an oyster.
"Well?" Tina teased in wanton invitation. "Doesn't anyone else want to fuck me?"
Mack started to move forward, but the petite, big-titted blonde held out her arm to stop him. "Is not polite, no? Ladies first?"
Mack looked at her in surprise, then backed away with a polite bow. "Be my guest," he offered.
Tina was surprised, too. But the young woman couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her when the French woman crawled on her stomach between her thighs. Oh, God, how depraved! Tina squeezed her tits as Ruby pushed her face into her black muff. "Oh, God!" she moaned, dropping a hand to force the blonde's head to her pussy.
Mack's eyes bugged. Watching the little blonde lick his friend's pussy was almost as exciting as doing it himself. His cock had stayed only semi-hard while he watched the fuck. Now it unreeled to its full length.
The Frenchman, who had gotten up from the bed, moved in behind him. Mack stiffened as he felt the man's naked body press up against his. It was a closeness Mack wouldn't have minded, had the man been an old friend. Or had his clothes on. But the warmth of the man's pubic region nudging his thigh wakened the young man's defenses. "No!" he croaked.
"Do not worry," Rene laughed, hugging the younger man from behind. "We will just watch, okay? I will not force you." But, despite his promise, the man's hand moved down in front to take hold of Mack's dick. At the same time, he felt Rene's heavy organ push between his legs.
He couldn't help himself. He sighed and allowed the man to fondle him while his own thighs tightened around Rene's stiff prick. The stimulation was mild, but enjoyable, and keyed his senses as he watched the two women on the bed. The scent of pussy had begun to fill the room. Damn, the ladies were hot!
Tina didn't know which was more shocking: the sight of the two men fondling each other or the feel of the other woman's tongue licking her cunt. But her attention gradually focused on the feelings coming from her crotch as Tina's tongue stroked the length of her pink slit.
"This is new to you?" the woman said, detecting Tina's inexperience. "You have not done this before?"
"No," she admitted. "I have not done this before. It is all new to me."
"Oh, how I wish I were innocent," the woman said with a titter. "Then I could start all over again. No?"
"No-I mean, yes."
"I am going to fuck your pretty pussy with my tongue," the French woman promised. "You will like it. I will make you-how you say? Cum?"
"Yes, cum," Tina gasped breathlessly. "Make me cum."
"I will lick you pussy, and also in back-your asshole, too?"
"Yes! My asshole, too-everything."
Tina's body rippled with sensation as Ruby's damp lips caressed and kissed her snatch. Oh, God! They would never believe this in Wichita! She would be a changed woman when she returned home-a scarlet woman thoroughly schooled in the ways of the world. She groaned as Ruby's tongue nibbled at her cunt lips, then licked wide swathes around her pussy, licking all the way to her belly and cleaning away all traces of the man sweat and fuck juices that soiled Tina's body.
Tina groaned and planted her feet so she could lift her hips and rub her crotch into Ruby's face. But Ruby pressed her knees back down, spreading her thighs wider and opening her pussyhole even more for her burrowing lips. Tina gave in, cooing encouragement, and combed her fingers through the woman's blonde hair.
Ruby was pleased by the woman's reaction. Some fought the new experience, but this pretty American seemed eager for it. The French woman's fingers moved lightly up and down the smooth skinned insides of Tina's thighs while she dipped her tongue deep into the girl's tasty vagina. There was something special about a woman who was virgin to the experience, something that went beyond their uninhibited reaction to their first lesbian fuck. The taste of a new cunt was always so much more exciting than the musty, familiar flavor of her friends in Paris.
The tip of Ruby's tongue penetrated Tina's hot lower lips. Ruby wiggled her tongue and slid it deeper into the heated, tight orifice. Tina's body shuddered. Ruby moved her head up and down slowly, slithering her tongue in and out, spearing deep into Tina's soppy love tunnel.
Now she grasped Tina's legs. Pushing them back, she exposed Tina's ass. The tight, brown bud of her rectal opening peeked prettily from between her ass cheeks. Ruby's tongue slid into the channel that separated the rounded curves of the girl's bottom and she poked the tip at Tina's asshole. Tina let out a yelp of surprise and her body bucked upward.
Mack was as startled as Tina. The feel of the other man's warm body, pressed closely to his own, while his hands slowly diddled Mack's cock didn't help any, either. He was as aroused as he had ever been, and any increase in the pressure would have him shooting off into the air. But Rene seemed to sense his inner turmoil, and the Frenchman kept the stimulation steady and easy, just below the boiling point, allowing him to get maximum pleasure as he ogled the two women on the bed.
Tina was lost to her surroundings. She was in a special world of her own, a dreamland, thrilling to the sensations as Ruby licked between her legs, moving teasingly back and forth between her cunt and her asshole. Ruby's tongue swirled around Tina's asshole, touching it lightly. The woman's wet, wiggling tongue sent fiery sensations through the young woman's body. The tip pushed into each hole in turn, wriggling and slurping as Tina's muscles contracted and tried to hold it. Tina's muscles tightened. The tip of Ruby's tongue stiffened and pressed harder. Tina squealed with giddy pleasure as illicit sensations tore through her.
Tina's breathing deepened, and she squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples. The French woman's tongue pushed deep into her pussy, stroking the walls with an intimate softness, then pulled back out to lick Tina's clit. The tiny bolts of excitement that arose within her were like the bursting bubbles in a glass of champagne. She whimpered and gasped, begging for more. "Oh, that's good," she hissed, tossing her head from side to side. "Soooo wonderful ... soooo great...."
"Enjoy it, darling," Ruby whispered, her hot breath bathing Tina's pussy mound. "Enjoy!"
Tina began to grind her hips into Ruby's face with lusty abandon. "Oh, God, eat me! Eat my pussy-please!" she moaned.
The French woman kept her mouth glued to Tina's snatch as the younger woman's hips arched off the bed. She felt Tina's pussy lips begin to quiver. Ruby gave the girl's clit a quick tongue flick, then opened her mouth wide and slid her tongue far into Tina's contracting cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" Tina trilled. "Ohhhhh, I'm cumming ... I'm cummmming...."
"Cum, darling, cum."
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
"Ahhhhh" Ruby breathed between Tina's thighs while the young woman's cunt vibrated around her tongue and flooded her mouth with hot, sweet juices.
When Tina's writhings died, Ruby raised her head and looked up into the girl's face with a smile. "It was good, no?"
"It was good," Tina agreed with a sigh. "No."
"Look at what the boys are doing," the woman said with a titter.
Tina looked. "Oh, my God...."
Mack had been thoroughly aroused by the sight of the two women playing. And the feel of the other man's hands clutching his cock while his hot shaft sawed back and forth between Mack's tight thighs was far too much for his fevered brain to comprehend and sort out. His cock swelled larger. The shaft between his legs got harder and hotter, and he squeezed his thighs even tighter against its back and forth motion. It was an immense relief when his prick erupted and sent a white arc of cum shooting into the area.
The man behind him grunted and rammed his hips against Mack's buttocks. Rene's cockhead emerged from between Mack's legs and discharged a thick wad of cum that joined Mack's second ejaculation.
Tina watched wide-eyed as the two men spewed forth their jism. The semen sizzled through the air, then splattered onto the carpet before them. It took only a moment for both dicks to deplete their loads.
Rene released Mack, chuckling heartily. "Look at my young friend," he said. "He is surprised."
"It's okay," Tina said softly, sensing her friend's embarrassment.
Mack stared down at the pool of cum that soiled the rug. Then, he grinned. "What the hell?" he said with a shrug. "I guess anything goes."
"Oh, good!" the blonde sang excitedly. "Then you will fuck me in the asshole." She scrambled into a crouching position on the edge of the bed with her ass in the air.
Mack looked at her prettily stretched buns and grinned. "Sure, why not?"
"You will need this," Rene said, pulling a tube of lubricant from a partially unpacked suitcase. "Here, I will help-"
"No," said Mack, deftly avoiding the man's hands. "I'll do it myself."
Tina grinned and watched as Mack spread lubricant and massaged his dick to hardness. Despite the Frenchman's efforts to seduce her friend, he apparently wasn't going to succeed. She had to admit, however, that sexy blonde had turned her emotions inside out. She certainly wasn't going to turn her back completely on that type of experience. Perhaps Mack was right. Anything goes. At least, when you were in the Caribbean. She couldn't quite picture any of this happening in Wichita.
With his dick hard and swaying in front of him, Mack approached the woman whose butt was waving in the air and poked his middle finger at the puckered opening that peeked between the smooth cheeks of her ass.
"Oh, yes, my darling, put it in my ass," she pleaded softly.
Tina watched in amazement. The French couple seemed determined to introduce the naive young pair to every form of debauchery. What next? she wondered, cringing as she saw Mack press the hard head of his big cock to the French woman's tight brown hole.
He grunted and pressed forward. The woman let out a tiny yelp as the tight orifice resisted momentarily, then relented and let the head of his cock move into the tight channel of her ass.
"Ugghhh!"
"Oooooo-"
"Ugghhhh!
"Oooooooh!" Ruby crooned. "Oh, darling! Yes! Fuck my ass!" She moaned as Mack grunted and worked the hard head of his cock into her with short, choppy strokes.
"She is a tight little bitch," Rene said proudly, watching Mack fuck his wife's ass.
Tina noted with pleasure that the Frenchman's heavy cock was rising again, stirred by the sight. "Come here," she murmured, swinging into a sitting position on the bed beside where his wife was being fucked. She reached out a hand for his cock.
As Mack began sliding his massive cock in and out of Ruby's ass, Tina leaned forward and slipped her mouth over the head of Rene's dick. She began sucking the husband while Mack ass-fucked the wife. The pair had come a long way since their mutual introduction to sex only the night before!
While Tina's tongue flicked over Rene's cockhead, Mack gripped Ruby's hips and jammed his cock fully into her ass. She squealed and lurched backward against his ass-pounding strokes. His well-greased pole rammed fast and hard, and his balls slammed between her legs to tease the swollen lips of her vacant cunt.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned, slapping her ass and making the white moons jiggle as his cock slid in and out of her. "Oh, God, that's great!"
Tina gurgled with pleasure as she sucked on the husband's cock. Her tongue swirled around its head. Her mouth dipped. Her fingers stroked the ridged shaft. Her efforts blended smoothly while the wife's lusty cries of encouragement charged the atmosphere with encouragement.
Mack's heart beat heavily. Ruby's ass channel had become slick and was easy to fuck despite its tight grip. He let out a low, steady wail that gradually grew in intensity as the pressure built in his balls.
Rene was groaning, too, and he had begun slamming his hips forward, fucking the American girl's greedy mouth. She was slurping and smacking her lips and wriggling her nose into the hairy mat of his crotch. "Unnnnnnnhhhh," he groaned. "Ugghhhh!"
Mack's thighs slapped hard against Rene's upthrust rump. He felt his cock swell as he thrust deep. Another quick lunge, and his prick burst in the narrow channel.
Ruby cried out, feeling the rush of heat surge into her bowels. She reached up between her legs and rubbed her clit rapidly, fanning the excitement in her quivering cunt. A buzzing started, and she screeched out a warning as her pussy convulsed.
Gasping wildly, she bucked and rolled her ass back against Mack's sputtering cock while her pussy pulsed to the rhythm of their feral fuck.
The woman's excitement was not lost on her husband. Rene grabbed a handful of Tina's hair and pushed forward, jamming his cockhead into her throat. Tina took his hulking length without gagging. He fucked harder, stretching her throat muscles. Her nails dug into his ass. When he let out a shout, she knew what was cumming, and she started sucking as the first blast of cum erupted in her mouth.
The Frenchman's smooth efforts became frantic as he tried to match his strokes to the pumping of his cock. He fucked her mouth in a torrent of passion. His balls slapped against her chin, softening with each blow. She sucked powerfully, milking his stretched manhood and swallowing his cream. Fucking even harder as his hardness waned, he fought to extend the excitement moments longer.
And then, with a final shudder, his efforts died, and he pulled away from her with a heavy groan.
She looked up at him with a smile as she made a final gulp and swallowed the last of the thick white jism that had stretched her cheeks. She had pleased him, and that pleased her. Her sexual development was coming right along. Pleasing a man who was just learning to fuck was one thing, but pleasing an experienced libertine was something else entirely.
She glanced over at the other couple with a pleased smile. They were lying apart on the bed, enjoying the afterglow of their fuck. "Does your bottom hurt?" she asked the woman curiously.
Ruby laughed. "My bottom is happy."
"You look happy, too," she told Mack with a grin.
"We are all three-four, no?-happy," Rene boomed in a voice that resonated with his masculinity.
Anything goes.
"I guess it's your turn next, Mack," she said with a sly grin. "Unless, of course, we're finished. You men must be tired."
"Tired?" Mack's belly rumbled with humor and he pulled his hand away from where it had been covering his cock. Despite his strenuous workout, he was sporting an enormous erection. His hard-on stood tall and as menacing as a steel-hard lance. He reached out a hand for her. "Climb aboard."
She clambered eagerly atop him, straddling him with her knees on either side of his hips. "Ummm," she purred, grasping his cock and rubbing its head up and down the gaping, wet slot of her pussy lips.
Ruby crawled off the bed and faced her husband. "We must get this young couple something to eat," she said.
Her husband made a response and they talked together in French.
Although Tina couldn't understand a word they said, the lovely, lilting quality of the language added a romantic flavor to the lusty atmosphere. She held her breath as she slipped down on Mack's prick. "Oh, my," she groaned. "How nice...." The stiff organ stretched her sex pit and filled it from one end to the other. Why did she need food with something like this filling her belly? She sighed with pleasure and began moving, rocking on her knees to slide the mouth of her vagina up and down the hard length of Mack's cock.
She leaned forward and dragged her tits across his chest as she nuzzled his neck. "You know something?" she said softly into his ear without interrupting the teasing motion of her sliding cunt. "I think we discovered something nice last night."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Real nice."
"Thanks," she said.
"Don't mention it."
She pressed his lips to his and gave him a deep kiss. He grasped her tits and squeezed them gently in his hands.
She pulled her head back up and moaned with pleasure. It was the first time she had done it on top. She was in the driver's seat, able to set the rhythm and stretch out the strokes to maximize her own pleasure. "Is this ail right?" she asked. "Am I doing okay?"
"You're fine."
"Hmmmm...."
She wanted to hold back, but she couldn't, bouncing up and down on his belly faster and faster as her tension grew. Her teeth chattered and she stiffened when her climax arrived. His spirit was attuned with hers, and he began spurting in her pussy as she tumbled over the peak. Hot semen fueled the fire in her loins, and their mixed juices formed a frothy cream that leaked from her hole and drenched his crotch. She kept pumping, even as he died, driving herself through another orgasm before dropping beside him on the bed.
A squeal of excitement caught their attention. They turned to see Ruby, who had been standing beside the bed watching them, deep in the throes of emotion with two fingers jammed into her own cunt. The woman had one leg hitched up onto a chair to stretch her cunt opening wide while her fingers pumped in and out of her hole. She brought a finger from the other hand over to frig the protruding bulge of her clit. Rene was nowhere in sight while his wife jerked off.
"I am going to cum!" the French woman gasped. "Oh! My pussy is on fire! I am burning inside! I am excited! I am cumming!"
While the fuck-tired pair watched, the blonde's body shook and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth opened, but she had no breath to make a sound as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
And then it was over, and the perspiring woman's eyes opened and focused again as she pushed back the short blonde tresses that had fallen over her face. She smiled and brought her juicy fingers up to her mouth. "It is good, no?" she said, smacking her lips. "Sex?"
"Yes," Tina agreed happily. "Sex is good." She looked around for Rene. "Where is your husband?"
"He has gone."
"Gone?"
"For food."
Mack gave Tina a quick glance. "We ... were going to go sightseeing."
"Sightseeing?" The French woman looked astonished.
"You know, Dunns River Falls ... snorkeling."
"Oh! You want to see the little fishes-"
"Perhaps tomorrow," Tina decided quickly.
Mack frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, you could always go by yourself...."
He stared at her in shock. "And leave you all alone with these lechers? Not on your life!"
"I'm sorry, what is a lecher?'"
Before either of them could explain, the door opened and Rene barged in. "Lunch!" he announced.
Mack looked from one naked woman to the other and grinned. "Those sights will all still be there tomorrow...."
CHAPTER FIVE
The day was hot and humid. A morning rain had bathed the Jamaican seacoast, and it left a steamy mist that rose from the pavement as Tina and Mack sped along in their sporty rental vehicle. They had splurged, opting for a convertible so that they could more fully enjoy the island's balmy weather.
Balmy?
Sultry was more like it.
Tina was sizzling, sizzling with an aroused sexuality that had to have been a result of the exotic climate. It couldn't be anything else; she'd certainly had enough sex her first two days on the island to more than satisfy her newly awakened, sensual appetite. At least, it should have satisfied it.
She and Mack had spent all day and most of the night with the French couple. She had finally broken away in exhaustion to get some rest in her own bed. By herself. In the morning, she and Mack had met for breakfast and decided to get away before encountering the pair again. Too much of a good thing could be ... well, too much.
"Let's just have a quiet day," she had suggested.
"No sex?"
"Sex was one of the things on my agenda, but it wasn't the only thing I came to Jamaica for."
"Oh."
She couldn't help but laugh at his look of disappointment. She was satisfied, now, but who knew what the day would bring? "Let's just see how it goes," she said with a sly grin.
The memories of the good times they had shared together brought a smile to her face, and she shaded her eyes from the sun and studied the tropical scenery as it rushed by.
"Is this the turn?" he asked, breaking into her reverie.
She turned her attention back to the map that was spread in her lap. "I think so."
They turned off the main road onto a narrowed, unpaved surface that was little more than a trail hacked out of the dense tropical foliage. "It had better be," he said, as they bounced along the bone jarring, deeply rutted surface, "because there's no turning back now."
They bounced for another ten minutes, covering a half-mile before coming upon a clearing that was barely big enough for the car that was already parked there, let alone their own vehicle. But Mack deftly squeezed the convertible in beside the other car.
"That must be the trail," he said, pointing out an opening in the greenery as he helped Tina from the car.
They set off along the trail and were soon engulfed in the thick tropical growth. It was green and beautiful and the early morning rain had left it fresh and fragrant. Their progress took them steadily upward toward an unseen destination. "How much farther?"
"It can't be much," Mack said, holding back the thick, green fronds to make it easier for Tina to pass. He laughed. "We should have brought a machete."
Just then, they burst out into the open and found themselves on a sloping crest with a panoramic view of waves of lush greenery that swept down below them to a gently curving blue sea. They were not alone. Just a few feet away from them, another couple were locked in a heated embrace, too engrossed with each other to be enjoying the scenic vista.
"Oooooh!" The pair broke apart and the girl flushed with embarrassment. She was dressed in a halter top that was pulled snug around her huge tits and a pair of tight shorts that hugged her cunt lips. Her blond-haired partner had a hard-on that stretched his own shorts and sent an immediate wave of desire through Tina as she tried to imagine its immensity.
"Sorry," Mack apologized for their intrusion.
"Hey, don't mention it," the other guy said with a grin. "It's a free country-at least, I think it is."
"I don't know much about Jamaican politics, but I suppose you're right. I'm Mack, and this is Tina."
The others introduced themselves as Roger and Amanda. "Newlyweds ... you, too?"
"Sort of," Tina answered.
"Sort of?" Amanda grinned. She was a cute little thing. Short brown hair curled around a sweet, innocent-looking face, but her brown eyes twinkled with mischief. Her cheeks dimpled with her smile, and the flush of guilt at being caught gave a hearty color to her unblemished features. "Naughty, naughty. We know what you've been up to."
"And it looks like we've interrupted you" Tina responded with a pointed glance from the bulge of Roger's hard-on to Amanda's flushed face.
"Coitus interruptus," Roger laughed.
"Hardly interruptus," his blushing bride corrected. "That doesn't come 'til later, darling."
"Sorry for the intrusion," Mack apologized again. "We'll leave you alone."
"Hey, we don't mind sharing-"
"Sharing?" Amanda looked at him, startled.
Roger laughed. "I meant the view, darling."
"Of course." The girl smiled shyly and ran her gaze up and down Mack's body. "Not that I would mind...."
Tina watched Mack out of the corner of her eye, noting his discomfort as he shifted restlessly. "There's nothing wrong with a little variety," he said tentatively.
"Nothing at all wrong with variety," the girl replied with a titter, her shapely ass swaying as she sashayed right into Mack's embrace.
The move took both men by surprise, and Roger's jaw dropped as he saw Mack's arm close around his wife's waist.
Tina took the cue and moved over toward the abandoned husband. "So, how do you like married life?"
He choked as she came close enough for him to smell her perfume, then he grinned. "I like it just fine."
"Are we all okay?" Amanda asked, turning to look at her husband and Tina with her small waist clutched firmly in Mack's embrace. The single man wasn't wasting any time picking up on what was going on. "No hang-ups?"
"We're fine," Tina said with a smile.
"Yeah," the girl's husband croaked.
Tina pulled the blond's arms around her without any more preliminaries and said, "Warm me up, honey. You guys have got a head start."
Ignoring them, Amanda and Mack started kissing and their bodies molded into one. Mack had edged a knee between Amanda's legs, and she was shamelessly rubbing her mound all over his thigh. Gurgles of pleasure flowed from their mouths as their tongues wrapped together.
"How long have you guys been married?" Tina asked Roger.
"Two days."
"It looks like you've got a hot bride."
"Yeah."
"I like married men."
"You do?"
"They really know how to fuck."
Roger grinned at her. "Yeah. Lots of practice."
She pressed close to him and he bent to kiss along her neck. Looking over his shoulder, she watched Mack's cock and balls grow in his pants from the stimulation Amanda was providing. Not the least bit bashful, the newlywed woman pushed down his shorts in front and let his big, thick cock spring free. The thick shaft of man meat bobbed upward. Taking the hard stem in her hand, Amanda stroked it a couple of times while she reached down with the other hand to caress his full, bloated nut sac. A clear, oily drop of lube juice oozed from its tip.
"Oh, Christ," Mack whispered hoarsely. "Squeeze my dick-yeah! Hard! Play with it. Oh, Christ, yes! Jerk me off. Ahhhh, yes...." He thrust his hips and pushed his prick back and forth in her fist.
Amanda whooped with delight. "Look at me!" she shouted, squeezing the big prick in her tiny fist. "I've really got him going!"
"Oh, wow! Look at her go," Roger gasped admiringly. "Your boyfriend's really got a big prick. She's got him up and running."
Tina was aghast, but his reaction eased her reservations and made her feel warm inside. Although surprised by his wife's brash behavior, he didn't seem to harbor any jealousy. The couple seemed genuinely interested in each other having their fun. She didn't feel like she was poaching at all. And from the feel of the burgeoning cock straining against the front of Roger's shorts, he was every bit as well-equipped as her own friend.
Passion rose within Tina. Watching the newlywed bride openly fondle Mack's cock was a forbidden thrill. There must have been something in the Jamaican air that turned the inhibitions upside down. In a minute, the pair would be fucking right out in the open, in broad daylight, and she and the husband would be looking on. Wichita rules no longer applied; hedonism permeated the atmosphere. Anything goes!
Amanda moaned into Mack's mouth while she pumped his prick with her fist. Mack's finger fumbled with the front of her shorts and they fell down her legs. He pushed down her panties and Amanda got a quick peek at the girl's pretty pussy, the plump mound embellished with curly brown hair completely hiding the crack and its pink, juicy secrets, before he spread his palms over the round curves of her ass and pulled their groins together to cover his thick, swollen shaft. Mack's muscular, hairy thigh made a powerful frame for Amanda's smooth legs and creamy ass cheeks.
Tina gulped, watching the girl grind herself to him. Shamelessly ... wantonly. "Ohhhh, that feels nice," she cooed, rolling her pussy around the solid length of his cock. "Mmmmm, yes."
Amanda's husband was more reserved. With his back to his wife, Roger gently massaged Tina's ass while he planted kisses up and down her neck and the exposed portions of her shoulders. As he became bolder, her excitement grew.
"Ohhhhh, yes," she moaned, squirming as her own cunt began to drool. Watching the other couple's action had made her wet and hot, and her clit awoke from its sleep and a tingle started between her legs.
The woman she was watching suddenly dropped to her knees. Tina had a momentary look at Mack's cock. His pecker loomed large in her tiny hand, the thick shaft purple with arousal and his balls fat and swollen. Amanda yanked on it, stretching it taut, then dipped her head to lick its tip and clean away its oozing pre-cum. She nipped it with her teeth, then kissed it and stretched her lips to cover its mushroom-like tip. When his dick was quivering with lust, she swooped down and pulled the entire length of cock between her lips and into her wet mouth. Mack tossed his head back in a mighty groan as his prick disappeared between her lips. When she pulled back, Tina saw the shaft emerge dripping wet with saliva.
"Ohhh," he groaned hoarsely. Clutching her head and pulling her even closer, Mack began fucking Amanda's mouth in earnest. "Oooh ... oooh ... oooh!" she intoned with each in-stroke. "Oh, baby ... oh, baby ... ohhhhhh!"
Amanda moaned with arousal, her pure features contorting with delight as Mack thrust his cock in and out of her face. Tina shuddered, envying the woman her tasty treat. Her mind recalled the taste of Mack's cock in her own mouth, the feel of its thickness stretching her cheeks, the thrill of its ridged surface sliding between her teeth. Her knees became weak, and she had to cling to Roger to keep from falling down.
Amanda's fingertips dug into Mack's buttocks, encouraging his face-fucking thrusts. "Mmmm...." Passion gurgled in her throat as his shaft slipped in and out faster and faster between her clinging lips. The girl's tongue swirled around the moving surface, and her lips smacked and kissed its tip between each stroke.
The warmth of Tina's body was having its effect on Roger, and he was getting hornier by the minute. His reserve completely disappearing, he shoved his hands into Tina's shorts and pushed his fingers to her crotch. He touched her clitoris and pushed into her cunt split. Excitement stiffened her spine. She moaned, feeling her juices start to gush. There was no turning back now.
Her emotions whirling, she fought to get a grip on herself. Somehow, her own shorts had been freed and her sopping panties no longer stood in the way as Roger's fingers probed her soggy cunt. Tiny tingles followed his fingertips as they learned the secrets of her pussy, exploring steadily inward from its gaping maw.
"Ohhhhhh, gawd!" she choked, feeling a sudden pang of embarrassment at being fondled so rapaciously right out in the open. What if more sightseers should break through the greenery and happen upon them? She shuddered, imagining the worst-being thrown, naked, into a Jamaican jail charged with lewd and lascivious conduct.
No such reservations were impeding the other couple. Amanda was alternately swallowing and sucking on Mack's cock. Her lips were a blur as the burgeoning meat stick whipped in and out between them. The thick shaft glistened with her saliva, and wet, lip-smacking noises blended with the sounds of birds singing and the distant rush of the ocean.
"Suck my cock, baby!" Mack encouraged, pushing his prick hard into her face. "Suck it, lick it ... oh, God, yes ... fuck it with your hot lips ... mmmmm ... oh, baby, yessss...."
The sound of the other man responding to his wife was having its effect on Roger. His hidden cock pressed against Tina's leg, hard and throbbing, and his breath was short and ragged.
"Come on," he panted, pulling his hand away from her drenched pussy. "Let's fuck."
"Huh?" Tina asked, shivering, the question bringing her back to her senses.
He had started pulling off his clothes. "Lie down," he said gruffly.
"On-on the ground?" she asked mindlessly.
"Yeah." He tossed away the last of his clothes and stood before her naked but for a pair of Nike walking shoes.
"Oh, God." She shivered, her clit buzzing with life, and lowered herself to the ground. She still had her top on, but her bottom was bare, and the cool blades of grass tickled her ass.
Roger paused to stare at her furred cunt. She shuddered again, then thrilled as she saw the gleam in his eye.
He likes me. First Mack, then the Frenchman, now this bridegroom fresh from his wedding night-they all like me-they all like my cunt!
Tina thrilled as she felt his hips slide into the cradle of her raised thighs. "Oh, yes!" she cried. "Fuck me!" Her words tore through the tropical greenery. "Fuck me now!"
Roger's hard prick impaled her immediately. Her juicy flesh accepted him easily. She arched up to meet him, pushing her cunt at his crotch as they slapped together. "Oh, God!" Tina cried out, thrilled out of her mind by the feel of the new cock probing her sensitive spots. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
As her body responded to the intense stimulation, she propped herself up on her elbows to watch the movement of their meshed crotches. It thrilled her, the sight of his cock mashing into her mushy depths, then reappearing, dripping with their commingled juices. It was a sloppy, dirty, nasty sight and the greedy sucking and slurping of her pussy was lewd enough to make a whore blush. "Ooooh, Roger," she crooned, throwing back her head. Then, in the direction of the other couple, she shouted, "Your husband's got a wonderful cock!" She squirmed her hips and tightened the muscles of her cunt around the sliding cockhead as it plundered her pussy.
Her body ached with arousal, and her bulging nipples hurt, pushing against the restraint of her clothing. She tore at her clothing and pushed up her top and her bra to free her tits and let them blossom in the fresh air. He squished steadily into her, and the juices that lubed his cock turned lathery. Flecks of foam collected on the curly hairs that lined her pussy. His pubic hair was lighter than hers, almost as blond as the hair on his head, and the hairy masses blended intriguingly. His silken curls teased the protruding head of her clit, each descent sending her a step closer to heaven.
Tina squeezed her swollen nipples. Sharp jolts traversed her spine, increasing in intensity. She pushed up and rolled her cunt around him, becoming breathless with anticipation. The friction of their moving parts had become almost painfully intense, the slightest motion sending her screaming for fulfillment. She wanted it to end, but she wanted it to last forever. "More!" she begged. "Do it harder; do it deeper! Give me more of your cock! More!"
He responded to her wails with a fast volley of fucking stabs that drove Tina wild. She greeted each jab with a groan. "Oh, God, Roger!" she gasped. "I can't stand it. You're driving me crazy!"
Suddenly, a stream of liquid passion gushed from Roger's cock. Tina's body responded with an inner explosion. The orgasm that washed over her peaked and subsided with each charge of hot cum that invaded her depths. While he slammed and jabbed, she bucked and heaved and squirmed feverishly, her body responding automatically to the wild impulses that threatened to tear her apart.
Tina went over the edge a second time before her straining partner finally pulled away from her lush body and dropped beside her in exhaustion. She rolled over and threw a leg across him, covering his panting, naked body with her own.
"Oh, honey, that was great," she said, snuggling her cheek to his sweaty chest.
Thank you, Amanda, for letting me try out your new husband. He's going to be just fine.
Amanda had been too engrossed sucking Mack's cock to notice when her husband started fucking Tina. How could she have noticed with the feel of Mack's hot meat fucking her mouth and zapping sizzling sparks up and down her spine?
She'd had other guys, even while she was dating Roger. Nothing serious, of course, and he hadn't suspected a thing. When she had made her move toward Mack, it had been in a playful mood, just something to tease her husband. She had never expected him to waive his husbandly rights so easily. Let him have a hot chick now and then, as long as she could have her fun, too. As long as she had him in bed every night, she didn't feel the least bit threatened by an occasional fling with a stranger.
The sudden lurch of the fat shaft in her mouth brought her away from her thoughts just as a creamy charge flooded her palate. She gulped, reacting rapidly, and swallowed each gooey discharge as it blasted into her mouth.
When the last squirt trickled out, she released his cock and fell back onto her haunches. Her tongue wiggled out to lick up the spunk that had leaked from the corners of her mouth. That was when she noticed the other couple.
"Oh, my!" she squealed. "They're fucking!"
Mack settled beside her and the pair watched for a while as her husband thrust his cock smoothly in and out of the other woman's loins. She had never seen another couple fuck, and it thrilled her to see Tina's body react, shuddering around it as the thick pole made its long, smooth glide into her, then emerged gleaming with freshly smeared cream.
Amanda turned and broke into a huge grin when she saw that Mack's prick had stiffened again. "C'mon," she invited, dropping to her hands and knees on the grass.
Mack grinned back and scrambled into position behind her. He immediately pushed his quivering prick between her legs, pushing it at her drooling pussy.
"Come on, guy!" Amanda cried loudly. "Fuck my pussy!"
Mack thrust into Amanda's open and waiting slot. His cock slid into her body ... deep into her pussy ... all the way to the bottom in one long, smooth glide. He paused, filling her from behind, and reached around to squeeze her tits, taking full possession of her body.
She submitted with a groan and he began fucking her, hot and heavy, driving in and out, making her body lurch back and forth as she dug into the ground with her hands and knees, trying to hold her position. As the motion settled into a regular rhythm, she pushed a hand between her legs and fanned her fingers rapidly across her clit.
Mack began moving faster and faster, unconsciously timing his blows to match the grunting and groaning of the other couple who were screwing themselves crazy right beside them. Rolling under his forceful drives, Amanda felt her first cum approaching and she gasped and cried out loud when the climax overtook her. She shuddered and shook and her spasming insides clutched at Mack's rod while she went through the throes of ecstasy.
"Y-y-yes! Y-y-yes! Y-y-yes!" His teeth chattered and her body shuddered as the orgasm melted to a memory.
Mack made a final strong thrust into the velvety clasp of her pussy, then yowled as he started to spew. His first mighty blast drenched her pussy, but his prick slipped out and his second shot was launched into the air and fell across the girl's ivory skinned back. He grabbed his cock and worked it, continuing to spray his load while it spattered the small of her back and dribbled its life out over her ass cheeks.
Tina, who had watched with her head cuddled on Roger's chest while her own lover soiled the new bride's body with pulsing jets of creamy lust, now rolled off and moved over to the other girl as her pulsing body flattened on the grassy slope. She leaned over and began lapping up the cum that smeared the cheeks of Amanda' ass. The touch and the taste of the girl's smooth, firm flesh immediately brought back memories of Tina's introduction to lesbian pleasures the day before.
"Do you want me to lick your pussy?" she whispered, letting her tongue dip between the girl's legs just far enough to tease the edges of her cunthole.
"Oh, God...."
"Yes or no?"
"Yes!"
Amanda moaned and turned over on her back, spreading her thighs and hooking a knee over Tina's shoulder. She reached up for Mack's cock. "Come here," she said.
Tina gave the girl's pussy a full sweep with her tongue as Mack settled over Amanda with his knees straddling her shoulders and his prick dangling toward her lips.
"Okay," she said, twitching her tail in the air. "I'll eat you and your husband can fuck my ass."
CHAPTER SIX
Everything in Jamaica seemed to move to a reggae beat. The music was everywhere. The sensual rhythm permeated Tina's senses, keeping her passions on edge from the moment she got up in the morning to her last breath before going to sleep at night. God, she thought, I'm even horny in my dreams! It was a delightfully new experience for her.
Hitching up on a bar stool, she drummed her fingers impatiently while she waited for the busy bartender to serve her. She and Mack were flying solo tonight. They'd had an understanding. Although they enjoyed the sex, there was no chance of anything serious between them, they had decided. The easy thing would be to enjoy their vacation romance and return to their homes with wonderful memories. Or, they could sharpen their techniques and go home with skills they could use for the rest of their lives.
They had opted for the latter.
Mack was a handsome guy, so he had no problem finding himself a seat at a table full of coeds on a vacation break. He had picked up on a particularly nerdy looking one-thick glasses and a great body, who probably hadn't the slightest idea what to do with it. Tina grinned as she watched him across the room. Probably charming her with computer talk, she reasoned. Watch out, honey. You 're panties are coming down tonight.
Tina had already been approached by a couple of guys herself. But she had brushed them off. She had something else in mind.
"What happened to your boyfriend?" the bartender asked, setting a daiquiri on the bar in front of her. His honey-brown features beamed her a friendly smile.
"He left me," she said with an exaggerated pout.
He shook his head. "Dumb guy. He is no good."
She grinned. "On the contrary. He was very good."
"Ah, so it is all right then."
"Well," she sighed, "not exactly all right." She leaned forward and put a sexy purr in her voice. "The music, the atmosphere-it all gets to me. Are Jamaican women always ... hot?"
He laughed. "Jamaican men, too!"
She covered his hand with her own and gave him a wink. "I'll bet."
"Would you like me to find you one?"
"Maybe ... later," she said, teasing the back of his hand with her long fingernails.
He looked down at her hand, then back up at her eyes. The sparkling good humor that had been there before turned to a nervous heat.
"Are you married?" she asked.
"Yeah, mon! One wife-"
"Oh."
"-three women, five kids."
"Oh!"
He grinned. "But no more." He made a scissors motion with his hand. "I'm fixed."
"You must be good," she said, turning kittenish. "Very good."
"Would you like to meet me later?" she asked, staring directly into his eyes. "On the beach?" His face broke into a wide grin. "I'll be there."
Tina reached down and removed her sandals to make it easier to walk on the beach. Barefooted, her toes dug into the white sand as she continued along, skirting the edge of the water as it swept toward her, then died in a rush. She moved into the water and let it swirl around her. Receding, it pulled strongly against her feet, coaxing, trying to draw her in; then relenting, it sucked the sand away from around her and left her standing in a shallow depression.
The water still retained some of the sun's heat, but there was a bit of a chill in the air. She was dressed lightly with just a halter tied around her breasts and a short skirt covering her thighs. An occasional breath of wind trickled through her long hair, sending the ends flying and raising goose flesh on her arms. The rippling breeze penetrated the thin material of her top and made her nipples tighten.
She stepped back out of the water. The dark shape of the hotel loomed above the trees, but it disappeared as she moved into the privacy of the palms that lined the shore. Hidden in the darkness, she could survey the whole beach and see that she was the only one there. There was a quiet peacefulness to the scene that was in sharp contrast to the excitement that roiled her body.
Would he come? she wondered. And would she have the daring to meet him if he did come? To this point, her sexual encounters had just ... happened. None had been preplanned; the partners had not been men of her choice.
The man she was waiting for was different. She wanted him. It wasn't often that she saw a man who set her juices flowing, but it did happen every now and then. It would add an entirely new dimension to her life if she would be able to convert those longings into action. And the bartender was the first, a test case. Her first seduction.
Shadowed even from the moonlight, she felt secure enough to release the knot that secured her halter and she whipped the material away to expose her full breasts. She caught her breath as she felt the cool air rush across her warm tit flesh. Her nipples reacted, the puckered tips erecting. Whoopee! she almost screamed aloud as she spun in the sand, her short skirt flaring as her big tits swung out.
Reaching under her skirt, she stripped off her panties and laid them on the sand along with her top and her sandals. A wanton, giddy feeling came over her as she straightened up and leaned back against a palm tree. The fibrous trunk of the tree with its sharp little points of hardness teased the bare skin of her back sensuously. The sound of the surf in the background was soothingly erotic to her ears, and the salt-kissed air that filled her lungs brought romantic pictures to her mind of daring men, pirates, bold adventurers.
She had done so many wicked things since arriving in Jamaica, and now she was nearly naked on the beach waiting for the arrival of a new lover ... a husky, brown man with a lusty gleam in his eye. Her friends would be shocked, her mother horrified-but, of course, they would never know. That was the beauty of it. She could do anything she wanted on this paradise of an island and no one would ever know.
She flipped her short skirt up above her waist in front, completely baring her thighs. Even with her eyes adjusted to the darkness, her pussy was just a dark blotch amidst the shadowy shapes of her thighs. But its exposure to the elements gave her a giddy feeling.
"Pretty...."
Tina gasped and spun around. Her heart pounded wildly. "W-who's there?" she asked of the figure that had suddenly loomed beside her.
The moonlight caught a white flash of teeth as the man chuckled and moved closer. "It's me, Gabriel-the bartender."
"Oh!" She sagged with relief. "Gabriel...." She tried out the name and found she liked it. "You startled me. I-I wasn't sure you'd come."
He laughed, his eyes glinting in the dim light as they took in her partial nudity. "How could I refuse an invitation from a pretty lady like you? It looks like you started without me."
"You came just in time," she teased with a saucy wink that was probably wasted in the darkness. Just then, the moon slipped from behind a cloud and bathed her figure in a silvery glow.
"Nice," he murmured, staring at her lush tits. "Very nice."
He reached out and trailed a finger over the bare sweep of her shoulders.
She reached out and caressed his face. His skin was soft and warm to the touch, slightly stubbly with a day's growth of beard, no different from that of Mack. Or Rene. Or Roger. Their bodies were both dark in the shadowy light of the moon, his just a shade more rich in tone that her own. "Skin color doesn't matter, does it?"
"This is what matters," he said, taking a deep breath as his hand curled around her straining breast and sent excitement rushing through her.
She sighed. "Oh, yes...."
Tina thrust her chest forward as he lifted a tit in his hand and gently kneaded the flesh. She moaned and fell back against the tree. Curling an arm around his back, she pulled him with her. He bent and nuzzled his face into her softness and her skin burned every place he touched. She sighed a soft "Yesss," and latched onto an ass cheek to pull him even closer.
His tongue licked a line from the tip of one breast to the peak of the other. "Hmmm, baby, you have sweet-tasting tits."
"I'm glad you like them," she choked out as a tingling started between her legs.
He sucked the end of one tit into his mouth and squeezed it with his tongue. Her nipple felt like it was going to burst. His tongue rolled the stiffening spike and sent sensations surging through her body.
They gathered in her belly and, under her skirt, juices began to seep from the opening of her vagina. His mouth moved from one tit to the other, sucking and chewing and torturing her emotions.
Tina exhaled deeply as the ache inside her grew. Her breasts had been kissed and sucked and teased before, but never like this. The other guys had simply devoured her tits, like they would the fries that came along with a big burger. But this man was savoring them with a gourmet's delight, as if they were a main part of the meal itself. Her body burned as he drove her ever higher in her search for fulfillment-a search that could only end one way.
Suddenly, her body jerked. She groaned loudly as a spasm gripped her pussy. A gentle explosion rocked her insides, and juices of feminine arousal gushed from her cunt.
Tina held onto his shoulders. Her nails dug into his back. She was embarrassed by her reaction as he pushed a hand up under her skirt and made her spread her legs wide. God, he'd find her so wet! She could feel the juices seeping down her inner thighs as the sweet passion of her climax subsided, leaving her with a warm glow.
But he didn't seem to mind. His fingers pushed right into her juice-soppy cunt. Staring at her, timing his efforts to her deep-breathed reaction, he twisted his fingers in her hole and stroked rapidly. He wouldn't let her excitement die away. Two fingers stretched her cunt opening and his thumb pressed against the hood of her clit.
Tina's teeth began chattering. Again, waves of sensation washed over her body. Her body spasmed even more violently than it had the first time as a second orgasm rocked her body.
For a moment, Tina was in another world, and when she returned, she was clinging to his body, holding on so she wouldn't fall. Her breathing was harsh and labored, and she choked back a sob of emotion while he stroked her back and kissed her shoulder, easing her down gently from her peak.
"Oh, Gabriel," she gasped. "Ohhh...."
Her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and began working them free.
"I want you naked!" she growled, unable to contain herself any longer.
"Hey, mon! Easy, easy...." He laughed and reached down to unbuckle his belt, his muscles rippling in the moonlight as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders.
The sound of his zipper opening was a harsh hiss that Tina felt sure could be heard all along the beach. Trembling, she reached down and slipped her hand inside the front of his pants. The thin material of his shorts was stretched tight by his warm cock. The warm shaft twitched at her touch.
With trembling fingers, she drew down his briefs and released his erection. Her eyes widened, taking in its hefty shape, vivid in the darkness, as it stretched upward from the dark base of his belly. It had the gentle, curving shape of a banana, thicker than the cocks she'd had before, although it wasn't any longer. Fat, hot, and juicy, it tempted her to her knees in the sand as she stripped his trousers all the way off.
Then he was naked and there was nothing left for Tina to do but to enjoy the delights she had uncovered. Raising up on her haunches, she stared at his cock as it stretched toward her. His fingers twined gently in her hair, encouraging her, and she lowered her head to his cock. The feel of the fat flange of flesh slipping between her lips had become familiar to her in the past few days, but it hadn't lost its power to send a chill through her body at the first contact. Her mouth widened and his penis slipped deep into her throat.
"Are you all right?" he asked. "Am I too big for you?"
"Mmmgghhhh," Tina replied, fighting back her urge to gag as his cockhead pushed into the back of her mouth. Her head began to bob back and forth, and the pointy tip of his organ worked its way into her throat. Sweat beaded on her brow as she gradually became aware of his musky odor. She wondered if anyone had ever tried to capture the smell of a man and place it in tiny bottles. The powerful aphrodisiac would be a bestseller for sure.
She let the cock slip from her lips and began licking its length. Her tongue explored every centimeter of its ridged surface and traced the bulging veins that were veiled from her view by the darkness. But the throbbing was there, exciting her with its potent power. She twisted her head so she could lick his balls and suck the tiny nuggets into her mouth. The skin of his testicles was soft and velvety, a pleasant contrast to the firm smoothness of his cock spike and the wiry mass of pubic hair that crowned the base of his prick. She savored it all, loving the taste and the texture of his maleness in its entirety. There was only one more thing she needed to complete the experience-the heady flavor of his essence itself.
Taking his organ back into her mouth, Tina began to suck on its tip. She started stroking, expanding to cover the top half of the shaft as her sucking rhythm slowly increased. Then he began pumping, moving his prick in and out more rapidly and increasing the stroke until his pelvis was slamming against her face.
She gripped his ass cheeks to hang on as he fucked harder, jamming himself into her tight throat muscles. Her nails dug into his skin. The pace increased until he let out a howl and his prick erupted, spraying her mouth with gooey richness.
Tina gulped and swallowed down the flood of hot cock cream as it poured into her mouth and her throat. Gasping and moaning, she wallowed around the spitting shaft, clinging to his ass and pressing her forehead against his groin. She thrilled to the flavor of his masculinity as it filled her cheeks before descending to warm her stomach. Too soon, the last few drops of cum dribbled from the tip of his dick and the organ began to lose its stiffness.
"Ummmmmmm," she gurgled, then smacked her lips as she let his cock slip free. "That was yummy."
"Just an appetizer," he said, pulling her up into the circle of his arms.
The kiss started out gentle, but soon became frenzied as they both responded to the explosive heat that was building between them. His tongue was thick in her mouth, and his hands roamed everywhere on her body.
"I've been dreaming about this ever since I first saw you," she said softly.
"Me, too," he muttered softly.
"Really?" she said. "With all the sexy women around? You've wanted me?"
"Yeah, mon! You are one hot, sexy-looking chick!"
She moaned into his lips as they kissed again. His hands slid over her back, squeezed her ass cheeks, and then returned to cover her tits. "God, girl," he muttered, lifting her in his arms, "I've got to have you."
"Yes, yes," she said, tittering gleefully. "Fuck me, please! I'm in heat!"
Gabriel tore off her skirt as he laid her on the sand. As he knelt between her legs, the clouds suddenly parted to release the moon's silvery glow and he gazed at the juicy-looking cunt that was so beautifully revealed. It glistened, with tiny beads of moisture dotting the bushy dark pouf that surrounded her moist split. He pushed his hands between her legs and pulled her thickly swollen lips open so he could peer into her hot depths.
"Please take me," she said with a heated moan. "I came all the way to Jamaica just to find a man like you."
And it was true. She hadn't come to this island for a techno-nerd who was as new to the ways of love as she was herself. Or for a conceited Frenchman, who was so jaded from a life of sexual excess. Or even to share the pleasures of a newlywed's passion. She had come to this place looking for the excitement of a man who was gentle and loving ... a man who could discover and appreciate the quiet, sensuous person she really was ... a man just like Gabriel.
She lifted her knees and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me, darling."
"Soon," he promised, "I want it, too." He pushed forward and dropped his head. "Soon...."
Pushing his face into Tina's crotch, he began to suck and eat her pussy.
Tina let out a yelp of excitement as she felt his thick tongue open her pussy slit and his lips press against her swollen labia. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out.
Gabriel's face nuzzled her muff. He took his time, learning her pussy as well with his tongue as he had learned her body with his hands. Holding back his hunger, he shoved his tongue deep into her pink, juicy folds and tongue-fucked her with short little strokes. His tongue was like a miniature dick, darting in and out, but with the power to wrap wetly around her throbbing clit and tease her until she was sobbing with built-up lust.
Tina rotated her cunt against Gabriel's face. Tiny grains of sand scraped her butt cheeks as they ground against the sand. She pushed up to let his tongue enter her even more deeply, and her ass wagged, meeting him stroke for stroke.
It took a great effort on Gabriel's part to hold back. His prick had hardened again and his swollen nuts were throbbing. But he wanted to give her another moment of pleasure before resigning to his own excitement.
"That's it, Gabriel! Eat me, love! Eat me!"
Gabriel continued, sucking and licking her pussy.
"Ooooooooooo!" Tina expelled her breath in a long sigh, then gasped and bit her lip to hold back a cry of passion. Her body stiffened and she shot off like a cannon inside. Her smooth flesh rippled as spasms of joy wracked her senses.
"Ohhhhh, God, Gabriel!" she hissed loudly in the night, holding back a scream. "Oh, God. Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhhh!"
The Jamaican's face gleamed with pussy juice when he pulled it away from her throbbing cunny. Even in the darkness, his broad, white-toothed smile was evident.
"It was good? Very good?"
"Yes, very, very good," she said with a sigh, her body relaxing and settling back into the sand.
Gabriel rose between her spread legs with his cock poking out. It looked huge. She reached out and touched it. It was hot and throbbed against her fingertips.
"Ohhh, yes," she said, guiding his throbbing prick to her hot, juicy hole. "Fuck me now. I'm ready."
Gabriel moaned and pushed the fat knob of his cock into her pussyhole. It opened for him and her warm interior gripped him tightly as he moved into her. With a push of his ass, he forced his prick all the way into her wet cunt. She groaned and wrapped her legs around his middle as he began stroking. The moving, velvety junction of their senses sent thrills through both their straining bodies.
Gabriel's strokes were long and deep, and tantalizingly slow. He kept her on the edge, never giving enough to satisfy her urges, always keeping her hunger piqued, begging, demanding ever more.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... honey ... faster ... faster ... oh, God, please!"
He complied, speeding up, thrusting faster, harder, jamming his prick far into her depths. His restraint fell as his own passion built. Abandoning themselves completely to their lust, they bounced and fucked together. She twisted and writhed in the sand while he pounded her fast and hard. Stroke blended into stroke as they bucked and groaned, their bodies fighting together for the relief they sought.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" cried Tina out loudly. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Gabriel was used to satisfying women. But seldom did he encounter such a spirited partner, one who demanded that he drive himself to the limit. He wanted to cum; he wanted it badly. But he fought to hold back that response, fought to delay to give her the excitement, the pleasure she craved. He drove her into an orgasm, and then into another while he bit his lower lip to temper his own excitement as he held back the cum that was making his dick swell painfully.
"Oh, God," she screamed. "Oh, God!"
Gabriel's prick exploded. Boiling cream flooded her cunthole. With his body shaking and shivering, he raised his ass and rammed forward again as his cock ejected its charge with machine gun rapidity. Then, he collapsed on her, driving his cock all the way into her love nest in a final, forceful stroke.
Tina sighed, her heightened senses feeling the last flex of Gabriel's cock inside her as it dribbled the last drops of cum.
It was beautiful.
It was over.
Neither said a word as they stood up together and put their clothes back on. He walked with her toward the hotel and kissed her before leaving her at the edge of the palms.
She stood for a moment, watching him until he disappeared. Squeezing herself in a tight embrace, she took a last deep breath of the scent of the flowers and the trees and the sea that surrounded her. Holding the memory of that, and more, she moved toward the hotel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tina slept late the next morning. She called for room service and had breakfast in bed. She lingered over her coffee, not wanting to get up. She was afraid to spoil the memory-the beautiful romance of the night before.
She felt her education was complete. Her earlier partners had introduced her to sex and shown her the mechanics of the actions. But it had taken the Jamaican bartender to put the romance in it and finish it. She knew that as long as she lived, she would never forget her brief moments with Gabriel in the moonlight under the shadowy palms with the sound of the surf providing the perfect background.
A gentle knock on the door brought her back to the morning. She set her breakfast tray aside with a groan, and called out, "Who is it?"
"It is the maid, Madame-"
Tina opened the door. "Yes?"
"Oh! I am sorry. I did not wish to disturb you."
"That's all right. It's my fault. I'm late this morning."
"No problem." A smile softened the ebony lines of the young woman's face. "I will come back later."
"That's okay." Tina stretched and yawned, and the shortie nightgown that she wore pulled up high on her thighs. "I must get up, anyway, and there's no reason to delay you. Why don't you go ahead and clean the room while I take my bath?"
"If Madame wishes...."
"Madame wishes," Tina said, giving the black woman a friendly smile.
The bath had been a sudden thought, simply a delaying action to give the maid time to do her work. After all, Tina had nothing special planned for the morning and the other woman probably had much work to do.
The hotel had thoughtfully replaced the bottle of scented bath oils she and Mack had used up the other morning. She turned on the taps and poured the bottle of bath oils into the water. That would be one souvenir that wouldn't be going back to Wichita with her, she thought with a smile as she tied up her hair and wrapped a towel around it. She threw off her nightgown and stepped into the steamy water.
Tiny lay back in the bath and let out a murmur of satisfaction as the undulating water covered her body and touched her intimately. The oily lotions soothed her skin, and she closed her eyes and pretended for a moment that it was Mack's-or Gabriel's lips, kissing her and caressing her all over.
She opened her eyes with a blush. Shame on you, Tina. What a filthy mind you have!
No, it wasn't filthy. It was simply naughty. She grinned, and began splashing suds over her shoulders and the tops of her arms. And then she was lathering herself all over ... her arms ... her breasts ... her knees, her thighs, and between her legs.
Suddenly, the door opened and Tina pulled her arms over her breasts and sank to her chin in the water, feeling guilty.
"Excuse me, Madame," the maid apologized, her eyes sparkling and her teeth shining in a friendly smile. "I have your clean towels."
Tina nodded and watched silently as the woman briskly replaced the towels and tidied up the room. It seemed like a bold intrusion into her privacy, one that would never have been tolerated at home. But then, this was Jamaica. For some reason, the maid's presence-the young black woman all but ignoring her while Tina shivered under cover of the sudsy water-was making her tingle and feel light headed.
"Is there anything else?" the woman asked, turning back to her.
Strange thoughts rushed through Tina's mind as she stared at the black woman standing beside the tub, looking trim in her starched uniform. They were forbidden thoughts, memories of the pleasures she had shared two days ago with the French woman. A crimson flush colored Tina's face.
"Perhaps you could hand me that soap," Tina said tentatively.
"Of course, Madame." Smiling as if she could read Tina's mind, the black woman dropped down onto one knee beside the tub and picked up the bar of soap Tina had set aside. The woman dipped it in the water, wet it, and began spreading lather over Tina's shoulders.
Tina shuddered and pressed her thighs together beneath the water. "T-That's not necessary," she protested feebly.
The woman ignored her. "Madame has such beautiful skin," she said softly. "So pure and white."
"You are beautiful, too," Tina choked out, noticing the stark contrast between the woman's skin and her own. "And your touch is so soft and gentle...."
Black, soapy fingers slipped under the murky surface of the water to stroke Tina's breasts. Her touch was like satin on Tina's skin. "I'm glad Madame likes it."
"Madame likes it very much," she said with a resigned sigh, settling back in the tub. "But you must be in a hurry."
The woman smiled. "No hurry, Madame."
Tina gulped and stared at the woman's twinkling, coal-black eyes. There was no disguising the passion showing in her own eyes, but what was she reading in the black woman's return gaze? Was there anything more there than friendly good humor?
"You ... you'll get your uniform all wet."
The woman stood up and dried her wet arm with a towel. "That is not a problem."
Tina couldn't tell if the woman's smile was seductive or innocent as she unbuttoned the bodice of her dress. The bra she wore was of the thinnest lace, and simply embellished rather than hid the firm, black flesh it contained. Tina absently licked her suddenly dry lips while she watched the woman step out of her skirt. Her thong panties were a vivid, white triangle of opacity that was just enough to cover her secrets.
Turning away from Tina, the woman hung her dress carefully on the bathroom door and then slipped off her bra and bent to extract her panties. The dusky, dark rounds of her buttocks stretched as she bent, and they kept their tight, globular curves when she straightened again. She was holding a big, white towel in front of her when she turned back to Tina in the tub.
"If Madame is ready...."
"Not Madame," Tina said, the water sloshing as she shifted in the tub. Her feet almost slid out from under her as she struggled awkwardly to stand on the slick-surfaced porcelain. Water sluiced from her body, gliding down from her soft curves in smooth rivulets. "I'm Tina."
"Tina?"
"C-Christine, actually," the white girl stammered as she stepped into the towel's fluffy embrace. "But everyone calls me Tina."
"Christine? But that is a nice name. I am Josephine."
The soft, fresh towel was pure luxury; the kneading of her flesh by the woman's hands, perfect sensual delight. Tina purred and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the close nudity of the woman who was teasing her body with a thousand soft-napped fingers of terry cloth. Josephine turned her around and Tina felt the towel drop to the floor between them. From behind, the dark woman's fingers began relaxing the tension in her neck. Tina was unable to keep herself from responding. The smooth, coral-hued areolae of her nipples peaked and tingled without even a touch. She groaned as the tingles gathered deep inside her.
"Ohhh, Josephine...."
"Hmmm?"
"That's nice."
The woman kissed her shoulder. Tina shuddered.
The tip of the woman's tongue flicked against Tina's soft flesh and her hands circled under Tina's arms to cover her naked breasts. She squeezed them to feel their consistency, lifted them to test their weight, then began gently fondling and massaging them. Playful fingertips tickled the undersides of the hanging globes, then moved up to tease her nipples.
Tina signed and moved a hand behind her and between their bodies. She felt the woman's smooth belly, pushed downward, and trembled as her hand made contact with the silky hair of the other woman's genitals.
Josephine responded with kisses, her breath light against Tina's skin as her lips ran down the girl's neck and along her back to cover her shoulder blades.
The keen suspense was tying Tina's stomach in knots. "Are you going to love me?" the girl finally asked.
"If you want," the black woman responded, her breath warm in the center of Tina's back.
"Yes," Tina said, turning in the woman's embrace. "That's what I want."
Tina avoided looking at anything other than the other woman's eyes. One look at the black woman's body and she knew she would be a goner, unable to control herself if the other woman refused.
But Josephine didn't refuse. She slid her hand to the soft bulge of Tina's ass.
"Let's go to the other room," she whispered.
The erotic tension became unbearable as the two naked women moved into the small sitting area before the open balcony that looked out on the deep blue Caribbean waters. But the attraction of the vista paled as the women moved into each other's arms. The beauty of the contrast was lost with no one to observe it: white flesh entwined with black, blending, but separate, the sharp contrast accentuating the similarities as well as the differences between their bodies. Josephine was an inch taller and slightly more slender than Tina, but it didn't deter their mouths from coming together in a deep kiss, their lips fusing, tongue darting against tongue.
Their breasts bumped and rubbed before fitting together. Tina's were larger than Josephine's, high, firm globes. The black woman's tits were slightly elongated, fat dangling bulbs with long, black nipples that reflected her earthy heritage. She was athletically trim, and the smooth muscles of her back and her thighs and her legs rippled sexily as she moved.
Tina, on the other hand, looked pampered, her white flesh looking soft and almost pudgy in comparison, her skin stretched tight over round, bulging tits that could have been packed with silicon, but weren't. Her nipples were round, pink saucers with tiny points that puckered like thick warts when they were aroused.
Josephine had firm buttocks, muscular calves, and a thick bush of hair at the joining of her strong thighs that was no less dark than the rest of her body. The full, fluffy thicket of pubic hair completely veiled Josephine's sex, leaving Tina curious. Were the woman's pussy lips thick, like her own? And would she be equally as pink inside, or would her cunt flesh continue her dark chocolate exterior hue?
They kissed delicately at first, woman-like, neither wanting to appear unseemly with passion, nibbling gently, teasing with tongue tips that soon began spreading saliva beyond the thick-fleshed ovals of their wet lips. As the excitement grew between them, their hands glided freely over each other's body while their tongues tangled. Josephine's cool demeanor disappeared as her arousal flourished, and she pulled Tina hard against her. Black flesh pressed insistently against white. Grasping Tina's ass cheeks in her hands, she squeezed and fondled the white woman's fleshy ass globes, rubbing their bellies together while her pendulous tits rolled over Tina's protruding mounds.
Both women's nipples were stiff, now. The hard points jiggled and bumped together as the two bodies did a slow, sensual sex dance in the middle of the room. The smell of feminine sexual heat grew stronger, spicing the sea-salt freshness of the air that came in through the open door of the balcony.
Josephine bent her head to suck one of Tina's stiff nipples into her mouth. Tina tossed back her head back in a deeply impassioned moan. While her teeth gently tugged Tina's nipple, stretching her entire tit outward, Josephine pulled her hand from Tina's buttock and around to the soft, fleshy bulge at the apex of the white woman's legs. Tina opened her thighs and let Josephine's fingers move over her silky-haired mound of Venus. Josephine's dark hand slid between Tina's thighs. Tina groaned and moved her legs even further apart.
"Love me," she begged.
Josephine murmured sweetly and dropped to a crouch in front of Tina. She kissed her way down her belly. When her face was level with Tina's ripe, bulging mound, she could see the juices gleaming in the swollen split of the white woman's sex. Tina bent her head and looked down to watch as Josephine brushed past the curls of her pussy thicket to stroke the puffed lips with her fingers, then pressed one inside. "Would you like me to make you cum, Christine?" she asked, looking up at Tina with teasing eyes while she spread Tina's thick cunt lips apart so that she could caress the protruding bud of the girl's clitoris with her fingertip.
"Yes!" Tina choked. "Oh, yes! Please do! Make me cum!"
Josephine laughed and began thrusting her fingers in Tina's wet hole. Pushing fast and hard, she looked up and watched the white woman's face as she responded to the finger-fucking. "Cum, Christine," she cooed. "Cum for me. Cum big."
Tina moaned, hunching against Josephine's hand as the woman's strong black fingers possessed her. Tina's sex flesh quivered so strongly around the penetrating digits that Josephine could feel the pulsing. Tina's clit became stiff, a hot, little bud charged with sensation.
The orgasm started as a buzzing in Tina's clit. The buzzing quickly encompassed the whole of her cunt, and her muscles collapsed in a spasm of excitement. Her body became rigid, then shook and vibrated as Josephine's agile fingers worked her through her peak.
"Mmmm," she purred as the shudders died away. Her body gave a final quiver, and she laughed self-consciously. "What a nice way to start the day!"
Josephine stood again with a bright smile and kissed Tina on the mouth. It wasn't over yet, Tina realized as the two women kissed passionately again.
Tina fell back onto the bed and drew Josephine down with her. The pair curled together, their bodies, arms, and legs entwining. Tina thrilled to feel Josephine's tight tits crushed against her own. With their hairy muffs twisting and joining in a single mesh of dark-colored curls, they sucked avidly at each other's mouth.
"With Madame's permission," Josephine breathed, ending the kiss, "I would like to eat her sweet pussy."
"You may do so," Tina replied with a titter of delight. "Oh, yes! You may certainly do so!"
Josephine sat back and pushed Tina's knees apart to spread her thighs wide. She lowered her head.
Tina moaned as Josephine's hot breath warmed her throbbing pussy lips. She moved her legs further apart. The dark woman's mouth covered her wet pussy and Josephine shivered in response. She rolled her hips and pushed down on the back of Josephine's head, pressing her closer. "Oh, yes!" she murmured. "Yes, yesss!"
Spurred by the musky aroma that seeped from the white girl's sex hole, Josephine's hands cupped the smooth cheeks of Tina's ass and speared the girl's cunt with her tongue. The black woman's thick, pink tongue moved like a snake, darting here and there, arousing the supersensitive flesh deep inside the girl's steamy pussy.
Tina rolled beneath her. "Yes, yes, yes...."
Burying her face completely in the juicy folds of cunt flesh, Josephine rubbed her nose against Tina's hard clit, then pulled back to lick it with her tongue. "Mmmmm," she moaned, licking away the sweet juices as they sizzled forth from Tina's excited cunt. She flicked the tip of her tongue against the girl's clit.
Tina's hips jerked in response. She arched upward, grinding her crotch into the black woman's face. "Eat me, Josephine. Oh, yes. Tongue-fuck me, eat my pussy," she moaned, encouraging the other woman while her tongue whipped back and forth between her clit and the depths of her cunt.
The buzzing between her legs started again, and Tina's hips jerked. She arched high off the bed. "I'm cumming! Oh, God, yes, I'm cumming!" She yelped and pushed Josephine's head tighter to her pussy as a wave of bliss crashed over her.
Josephine's tongue flicked against the quivering pussy flesh as Tina rode out the currents of ecstasy. Sweet juices gushed from the girl's sex mouth, and the black woman licked and sucked them away.
When her climax faded, Tina pushed back a damp curl from her forehead and raised her head to smile at the black woman. "Come here," she purred sexily, holding out her arms for the other woman. "I owe you."
Josephine slid up Tina's body and into her arms. "Sweet Christine," she whispered as their warm, naked bodies pressed together and their lips met again. There was no veiling their desire this time, no holding back the passion.
Josephine rose up and spread her smooth, black legs to straddle Tina's shoulders. Tina licked her lips as she gazed directly at the thick, swollen dark bulge of the other woman's sex that protruded below the thick mat of even darker curls that spread up over her lower belly. Tina spread the thick, oily moisture that oozed from the seam between the pudgy ridges with a fingertip, then she pulled the thick petals gently apart to reveal a wide expanse of glistening, salmon-pink pussy flesh. Tina stared into the delicate fuck hole that was as wide as her little finger, extending all the way into the woman's body, then turned her eyes upward to gaze at Josephine over the twin bulbs of her hanging tits. "We are the same," Tina whispered.
"Of course," Josephine chided with a twinkle in her eye. "What did you expect?"
Tina didn't know what she had expected. But she was happy with what she had found. Turning back to the black woman's cunt, she carefully separated the well-lubed lips to reveal her swollen clit. Tina stuck her tongue out as Josephine squatted lower and smothered the girl's face with her twat.
The tip of Tina's tongue went to work on the juicy snatch. Josephine had a sweet taste, and her glands reeked with a womanly scent that thrilled Tina's senses. Her insides had a satiny smooth texture that drove Tina wild with imaginings. She pretended her tongue was a stiff cock, fighting Josephine's fuck muscles to steal her inner secrets.
"Oh, Madame is a good cunt-eater," Josephine said, giggling as she weaved her lower body around Tina's rigid tongue.
The compliment pleased Tina. Her plan was working; she was becoming an expert at the skills she had neglected developing earlier in her life. She had a deeply erotic nature that had just been waiting to be exposed. When she returned home, she would be a new woman. Anybody, and everybody, would be fair game to her. In her mind, she was beginning to formulate plans to seduce every one of her friends-both male and female alike.
She reached back between her legs and fingered the rim of her own pussy as she worked the black woman's snatch. She slipped one, two, and then three fingers into herself, stoking her quim with the same rapid rhythm as the tongue-fuck she was giving Josephine.
Josephine moaned with pleasure. Tina licked and stroked. The woman's hole was gaping, now, the swollen flaps flared to the sides and the delicate, pink interior lying open for Tina's pleasure. And Josephine's. The black woman's smooth thighs quivered when Tina's tongue started worrying the sensitive, pink, hooded lump at the peak of her split. The woman squeezed her hanging tits and cried out with excitement.
"Eat my cunt! ... Oh, yes! ... Sweet Christine ... sweet baby ... eat me ... eat me...."
Tina was panting herself, and she decided it was time to bring Josephine off. Herself, too. Her fingers fanning rapidly over her own clit, she wrapped her lips around Josephine's juicy nubbin and nipped it gently with her teeth.
Josephine screamed. "I'm going to cum!"
Tina squeezed her lips tight against Josephine's clit and stripped it back and forth.
"Ohhh! Oh, my God! Aaaaa--aaaarrrghhhhhh!"
Tina wrapped her arms around Josephine's hips, glued her mouth to the black woman's steamy twat, and sucked on her sweetness, willing the woman to cum, to cum in her mouth, to satisfy her thirst, her thirst for juice, woman juice, woman cum.
The woman shook in her arms, and Tina began to shake, too, her tremors matching Josephine's in force and intensity. Tina sucked harder on Josephine's clit as their passions crested. Her tongue wiggled faster, harder, urging the woman to spew her luscious cream.
Josephine's thighs tightened against Tina's cheeks. "Ohhhhh!" she yelped, grinding her teeth as Tina nipped sharply on her clit again.
"Yesss! Yessss! Ohhhh, yesssss!" Josephine wailed in delight. "Eat me! Mmmm ... yes! Oh, God! Eat my cunt ... sip my juices ... eat me-eat meeee!"
As Josephine rolled through her strong climax, Tina's pussy began to pulse. Her own body jerked and thrashed under the woman whose cunt was smothering her face and drowning her in rich, tasty sex cream. Josephine wallowed all over her, her long tits swinging and jerking as she wiped her dark pussy around the white girl's mouth. While the bed groaned beneath their shifting weight, the two women sobbed together in rapture.
As their passions subsided, Tina released her grip on Josephine's ass and gently lapped the last of the juices from the black woman's tired pussy. She gave the wet, slick flesh a final kiss, and Josephine pulled away. She was still somewhat shaky as she stood beside the bed and smiled down at the satiated lover who remained lying there, sighing contentedly.
"Must you go?" Tina asked cheerlessly.
"I have my work to do," the black woman said, starting to pull her uniform back on.
"Oh, yes. I had ... forgotten."
"We are not all on vacation, sweet Christine," the maid said as she reached behind her back to tie the white apron over her starched black uniform. Fresh again, she turned back and gave Tina a wide smile. "What a nice day I shall have now. Whew! My man will find me so hot tonight.
"Will you be bringing fresh towels again tomorrow?"
"If Madame wishes."
"Madame wishes," Tina said with a smile.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost lunchtime when Tina finally left her hotel room. It was her latest start since her arrival, but she didn't mind, she thought with a grin. Josephine had been a nice eye-opener, and she would happily start every day that way. The Jamaican atmosphere had finally gotten to her and she was beginning to move at a relaxed pace-and an erotic beat, with her hips swaying to the faint reggae rhythm in the background as she walked. Now, was there actually music in the air, or was she just imagining it?
With her vacation time rapidly drawing to a close, she decided to spend the afternoon shopping for souvenirs. She took a short taxi ride to Ocho Rios, the bustling port city where the cruise ships stopped for the day. The place was packed with tourists, mostly middle-aged and older couples who were wearing the most horrendous color combinations. Utterly tasteless, she thought, moving toward the side streets to avoid the crowds.
She found a quaint little shop where she bought a handful of postcards and searched for a souvenir for her niece in Wichita. Were there parrots in Jamaica?
Yes, there had been a caged one in the hotel lobby. That was enough to make a stuffed copy a suitable toy for Amy.
That done, she strolled until she was attracted by the entrance to what looked to be a cozy little inn. She stepped into the cool shade of the entrance and, when her eyes adjusted from the harshness of the afternoon sun to the dim light of the interior, she saw a room full of small, round tables with immaculate white tablecloths and crystal and silver place settings. The back wall was open with a view of the sea that rivaled the vista from her own hotel room. But where her balcony looked out onto the unbroken blue of the Caribbean, this was a busy port scene dotted with expensive yachts and giant cruise ships.
It was late for lunch, and only a few couples were dining. A maitre d' in formal dress approached her instead of a waiter in shorts and a floral shirt like she had been expecting.
"Would madame prefer a table inside or on the balcony?"
"E-excuse me," Tina sputtered, knowing she had stepped into a place too rich for her meager budget. "I-I think I'm in the wrong place." She stepped back and ran into a solid wall of flesh.
"Oops!" came with a sharp gasp, and a strong pair of masculine hands caught her waist.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Tina flushed, turning to see a man a head taller than herself who was staring at her with an amused smile. He had short, sandy colored hair, a muscular build, and the heady, masculine scent of warm leather.
"I'm not," he said with good humor, releasing her reluctantly. "Actually I found it quite enjoyable."
Tina's eyes dipped, as a lady's should, at the rakish taunt, but deep inside, her heart fluttered.
"You weren't leaving, were you?"
"I, ah, yes, I was."
"Nonsense! A table for two, please."
Tina knew she should resist, but her heart wasn't in it. The well-dressed attendant conducted them to a table with an unobstructed view of the picturesque port.
"There's no hurry," the man said, sensing her apprehension. He reached across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze and her pulse skittered. "Your ship doesn't leave until four."
"Oh, no! I'm not on a cruise."
He lifted a skeptical eyebrow. "You're not a native, are you?"
"Hardly," she said, laughing as she produced the stuffed parrot from her shopping bag to prove her point. "But I've been here for several days. How about you?"
"Just here for the day. I'm on my own cruise. See," he said, pointing toward where a group of yachts were tied up. "That one's mine, the one with the blue flag flying."
Tina's jaw dropped as she looked at the small, but expensive looking, boat. "You own a yacht?"
"Chartered, actually. From St. Thomas, in the Virgin Islands. I love sailing. Do it two or three months a year."
"I've never been sailing," she said dreamily. "I'm from Wichita."
"Then you must join me this afternoon."
"Oh, I couldn't," she said. Then, she added curiously, "What do you do out there at sea?"
He grinned, and his eyes dipped to scan her body. "Anything you want to do."
"Oh ... that does sound interesting ... exciting, actually...."
Dane turned out to be a lawyer from Miami. Plenty of rich clients; plenty of free time.
"I suppose I'm a millionaire a couple of times over," he told her as she watched him set the sails for a smooth ride, "if you add everything up. But I don't really like to count my money." He grinned at her. "I prefer using it."
"Same with me," she giggled. "Except I don't have enough to have a choice."
"Doesn't matter." He stripped his shirt over his head and she found herself staring at a chest bronzed from many days in the sun. His shoulders were broad with lean muscles, his arms sinewy. She had already felt the power in those wide hands when he had gripped her waist at the restaurant. "Like they say, the best things in life are free-the sun, the breeze," he turned his eyes toward her, "and loving."
She tried to look demure, ignoring his last comment. "You have a nice tan."
"I'm tan all over. I usually sail naked when I'm by myself."
"I see," she said, forcing herself to remain calm. He guffawed. "You don't seem terribly shocked."
She grinned as she studied his half-exposed body, letting her gaze pause to rest on the tight fit of his shorts. "Not shocked," she said with a wink. "Intrigued."
"Intrigued?" There was a new harshness in his voice as the shoreline rapidly receded behind them.
"I'm trying to picture you in my mind, out here wrestling with the elements, naked and straining-"
"-with my balls swinging."
"Hmmm, yes."
"Try picturing me with a companion.
She stared at him, and sexual tension sizzled between them. He wanted her, and she wanted him.
Finally, she broke the silence with a carefree laugh. "I hate imagining things," she said, starting to unbutton her top, "let me join you." There was no way she was going to stay there fully clothed while he was half-naked. "I could use a tan." She slipped out of her blouse, then tore off her bra. "Whoopee!" she shouted when her tits burst free and the stiff breeze rippled across them and made her nipples hard.
"Don't stop there," he encouraged.
Feeling as free as the wind that was whipping the sails, she slipped off her skirt and panties and straightened up, naked, with her tits jutting out toward him, the pink nipples sharply pointed. His eyes moved down to her slender waist, following the flow as the inward curves expanded into a pair of broad hips that framed a tangle of pubic hair that gathered into a dark vee over her mound.
Dane dropped his shorts. He wore no underwear, and Tina gasped with delight as his sex sprang forth.
"Oh, my! That is a beauty," she murmured, moving over and reaching out to touch and squeeze his huge prick to assure herself it was real. It was easily the biggest she had ever seen in her short career of cock-watching.
Dane grinned as his penis rose to its full glory. The long, thick, white stem ended in a broad, red head that was as round and as red as a tomato.
He pulled her closer and chuckled as their naked bodies fitted together. "If you like dicks," he said, wiggling his hard-on against her belly, "I promise, you're going to love mine."
He gave her a leisurely kiss and caressed her enormous tits, feeling their roundness, massaging their softness, and tweaking the hard little points that stood up in the centers of the rosy circles at the ends.
Tina didn't know the protocol of what happened on small boats-who started what, or even what was going to be. But, she wasn't inclined to wait to find out. Pushing Dane back so that his ass pressed against the top edge of the low cabin, she leaned over and took hold of his protruding prick.
"Oooh, I simply must taste this!" she exclaimed, going to her knees on the deck and getting his cockhead between her lips. "I do like cocks."
Catching the huge, red head with her teeth, she stretched it and sucked it in. His heavy, muscular thighs shook, and he groaned with appreciation.
"Hmmm, nice," he breathed. "And a surprise. You didn't look the type that could give a decent blow job."
Tina didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or as a slap in the face. He had already mistaken her for a cruise ship passenger; perhaps he now had her pegged as a whore. But she stopped trying to figure it out as she stroked downward, pushing her lips all the way to his hairy crotch while his cocktip blocked her throat.
"Oh, baby!" He groaned. "You've got it all! Every swinging inch of it!"
Tina's tits rubbed against his thighs as he pushed her face even tighter to his hairy groin. She gasped for breath around her mouthful of hard cock, and her nails dug into his firm buttocks. When he eased the pressure on the back of her head, she began sucking his prick in and out of her mouth in long strokes.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "keep that up and I'm going to cum in your mouth."
Tina let his prick slip from her mouth long enough to say in feverish haste, "Go ahead, cum in my mouth. I can't wait to taste you."
He shook his head. "No, baby! I want to fuck you." He pressed his palms around her waist, lifted her naked body into the air, and turned to settle her bottom on the low roof of the cabin. She found herself perched on a rough, nonskid surface with a texture like sandpaper that bit into her ass. She leaned back on the heels of her hands and watched him press her legs apart and push his prick between her legs. Holding the shaft with his hand, he wiggled the tip in the thicket of her pussy hair until he found her crack.
"Ooooooooh," Tina sighed, sucking in a deep breath of air as he guided his cock into her damp, heated slot. He grunted when he entered her, and she let out a little gasp of excitement. "God, you're big. Oh, my! You're stuffing me! Put it all in me, Dane. Fill me 'til my eyeballs bulge! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The lawyer began thrusting his spear in and out of her, wincing when he felt the end hit bottom and shuddering with pleasure at the tightness of the vaginal muscles that clasped his hard, throbbing flesh. "Oh, baby," he muttered. "That's nice." The pucker of her lips as she looked up into his straining face coaxed his mouth downward, and he kissed her while he stroked steadily away.
While he fucked, his lips pulled away from her mouth to her nipples. He bit the hard tip of first one, then the other, making her cry out, the sting spurring her desire. His hand slid down to her thighs and he grabbed her buttocks. As her feet lifted from the deck, she drew them up between their bodies and rested her ankles against his shoulders. His pelvis pressed against her bent bottom, his balls slapping against her ass as he tried to push his prick even deeper.
Tina squealed, delighted with the feel of his massive thickness and incredible length plowing her depths. "Oh, God, give me more!" she cried out. "Give me more!"
He grunted and fucked faster and harder. The steady rumble of the waves beating against the fast-moving boat's hull seemed to reflect the intensity of their building passion. The boat vibrated under her ass as he pushed and lunged, driving his hot cock deep into her cunt.
Despite her cramped position, Tina lifted her hips from the cabin edge and twisted around his driving rod. Her rhythm matched his and seemed to blend with the steady rise and fall of the yacht. His rod was as stiff as a poker and didn't give to follow her internal curves. Her sheath had to stretch to accommodate him.
She couldn't have held back her first gentle explosion if she had wanted to. She groaned as her vagina convulsed around his stroking pole. For a few seconds, she floated in a sea of ecstasy. And then she descended to earth again, the sweat rolling from her feverish flesh as she panted and moaned for more.
Her eyeballs rolling, Tina stared up at the clouded sky, lost in the sensation of their flexing, blending flesh. The clouds had turned so thick the sky had darkened, and the breeze had turned suddenly cool. But it hadn't tempered his passion, or hers.
His moving cock felt as snug as if it were a part of her own body while his arms held her clasped in a tight embrace. Their separate bodies were one, unified by desire. She yearned for the completion, for the feel of his manhood exploding in her depths.
This was living-this was life itself-the frantic thrusting and heaving amid the elements, fucking with nature flaring all around you, bathing your flesh, assailing your eardrums.
The gods expressed their approval with a sharp clap of thunder that jolted their souls and set off a reaction within Dane. Cum gushed from his prick. Tina shouted as the heat singed her insides. She arched upward; he thrust downward; they both exploded. Raindrops pelted their flesh, cooling their bodies as they fought and wrestled, chasing the fleeting passion. He surged and spit within her, again, and again. She soared to the heavens and communed for a brief moment with the gods.
He relaxed his hold and she lowered her legs back to the deck. Standing, they embraced and kissed. A shower of rain washed them, and the stiff breeze made their flesh prickle. A sudden clap of thunder that sounded like it was directly over their heads startled them to life.
"Come on!" he shouted. "Get in the cabin."
"What is it?" she yelled back, fighting back fear.
"Nothing. Just a squall. It'll pass."
For the next half-hour Tina watched, braced in the cabin door, while Dane struggled with the sails and the tiller, fighting the storm. With adrenaline charging her body, she was too excited to be afraid. Dane looked magnificent, every muscle in his gorgeous naked body straining at the task, until eventually sunlight split the clouds again and the storm passed as quickly as it had descended upon them.
"What happened?" she asked, venturing out onto the open deck. "A storm."
"Thanks," she said, laughing. "I was wondering."
"A little rain that's just a nuisance ashore," he explained further, "can be a bit dicey when you're at sea in a small boat. That one wasn't forecasted, otherwise I wouldn't have taken you out."
"But it wouldn't have deterred you?" she asked admiringly. "If you had been by yourself?"
He shrugged. "When you sail, you try to avoid the bad weather. But, sometimes, you have no choice but to ride it out."
Tina marveled, looking over his naked figure. He was probably the fittest specimen of man she had ever known. He looked absolutely breathtaking. The sun and the gentle wind had already dried his body. Rather than being lewd or obscene, his long, thick cock seemed the perfect complement to his marvelous physique.
"Adam...." she commented...."and Eve." He was looking at her in exactly the same way she was staring at him.
"Where are our clothes?" she asked suddenly, looking around.
"It looks like they were washed overboard."
"Oh, no!"
He laughed. "Don't worry. I have other things in the cabin. We'll find something that'll fit you."
"Where are we?"
"Lost."
"Lost?" She looked alarmed.
"Just until I figure out our position."
"Oh, look! There's an island."
Dane squinted in the direction she was pointing. Sure enough, a small patch of land had appeared on the horizon.
"It looks like Gilligan's place," he said.
It took a moment for her to realize he was teasing. Then, she said, "Can we go exploring?"
"They say these little islands are protected by the ghosts of pirates," he said with mock seriousness.
"You mean looters-"
"-and who knows."
She grinned at him. "Let's chance it."
CHAPTER NINE
The island was small and deserted. They didn't bother to dress, but jumped right into the water as soon as Dane had secured the boat and swam ashore.
"This place looks like Paradise," she said excitedly, looking up at the lush vegetation that crowned the small hill that made up most of the island.
"Hardly that," he said with a laugh. "Paradise Island is in the Bahamas with a bunch of hotels and a casino-"
"Pooh!" she said, sticking out her tongue at him. "It's Paradise to me!"
His humor softened. "So it shall be." He turned seaward and bellowed out, "We hereby christen this island Tina's Paradise!"
"Thank you," she said, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling up to him from behind. She couldn't resist moving her hands down to flex his prick. "Hmmm," she murmured, releasing it as she felt it begin to fill and harden. "Let's explore."
He turned to her with a look of disappointment. His dick rose in a half-arc between them. "Wouldn't you rather-"
"Later," she said, giving his prick a squeeze.
Then turning, she ran off, heels kicking up sand, tits bouncing, white ass cheeks flexing, and hair flying behind her.
He caught up with her and they set out to explore. Their bodies dried quickly as they walked along the sandy beach, examining odd-looking seashells and speculating on the sources of the driftwood and flotsam that was scattered about.
Barefoot and naked, they avoided the thick, green forest of tropical vegetation and kept to the shoreline. It took them less than an hour to circle the entire island. As they approached their starting place, Tina reached out and grabbed Dane's arm.
"Look!"
"Fuck!" he muttered. A boat had anchored alongside their own and another couple had already come ashore.
She understood his disappointment. Their idyllic privacy had been broken before they'd even had a chance to consummate their passion.
"What are we going to do?"
"I suppose we might as well say hello."
"But ... we're naked."
"Right. You'd better stay here."
"Think again, Mr. Big Dick," she said, chuckling as she kept up with him, pace for pace, in the soft sand.
It was a middle-aged couple, and they stared in surprise as the naked pair advanced toward them. The woman's eyes locked on the sight of Dane's big, swinging cock and the man was equally enjoying his view of Tina's bouncing, nude charms.
"Sorry," said the man. "We didn't mean to intrude."
"We hope we're not interrupting...." the woman blushed " ... anything."
"Nothing we can't get to later," Dane said with a meaningful smile that made Tina turn crimson.
Dane introduced himself and Tina. Homer was in real estate, from Ft. Lauderdale. Hazel was his wife.
"I never shook hands with a naked man before," Hazel tittered.
"It'll be just like this in heaven, dear. Just be careful what you grab hold of," her husband said with a guffaw. "I've been trying to get Hazel to a nudist beach for years. It looks like I've finally done it."
"He has," she said beaming. "But, of course, I'm not that kind of woman-I mean, nothing personal, honey," she said with an embarrassed glance at Tina, "but I'm just not the type who sheds her clothes in public-I mean-"
"Keep talking," chiding her husband, "and you'll dig yourself a hole you'll never get out of." The man began taking clothes off.
"Homer! What are you doing?"
"When in Rome...." His shirt came away to reveal a well-tanned chest with a dusting of gray hair.
"Land sakes!" She gaped, watching her husband pull off his pants to reveal a long, thin cock and a wrinkled scrotum that stretched halfway to his knees. Accents of gray gave his dark cock hair a salt and pepper look. "I could never-"
"There's a lot of spunk left in the old biddy," Homer said with a chuckle, "if you'd care to trade."
"Homer!" His wife was aghast. "What are you saying?"
Dane winked at the naked man, then stared at his wife critically. "I don't know," he said, scratching his chin as he continued the teasing. "It looks like she has good tits...."
"Why, I've never!"
"It's not true," her husband confided. "She does it once a week-Saturdays, usually. She's still a half-decent fuck, and she's not a bad cocksucker."
The woman was outraged. "Not a bad fuck? What can you expect when all I've got to work with is a limp noodle?"
Tina looked over at the woman's husband and saw that he had a raging hard-on. "I don't see anything wrong with that," she commented.
"Dear, if you want the old fart, you can have him," the woman replied sweetly. Her attention had already turned to Dane, who had advanced to within a foot of her.
"Homer," Tina said with a serious look, "have you ever been to Wichita?"
"No."
She grinned. "Good! Then you can't possibly be my father. We can do it." She stepped into his arms. "Mmmm, you're nice and furry."
"Do you like hairy men?"
"Sweetie, I just like men."
Behind her, Dane was helping Hazel out of her clothes. The tittering woman was thrilled to death.
"If you're half as good a cocksucker as your husband says you are," Dane said gruffly, "I'll give you a fucking you'll never forget."
"Ohhhh, my! Oh, my, oh, my!"
"It's been years since I've had a young woman like you," Homer told Tina, surprising her with his strength by picking her up and carrying her down the beach. A short distance away from the other couple, he laid her down in the soft sand.
She couldn't resist reaching out to clutch his hard cock, and she purred happily. "It looks like you've been saving it up."
"I certainly haven't been giving it all to that old battle-ax I'm married to."
"You have somebody on the side?"
He chuckled. "Something! She might be wanting it only once a week, but I jerk off three times more."
"Not today," Tina said, sitting up and leaning over to put her mouth over his cock.
"Atta girl!" he told her, threading his fingers into her hair and holding her head to him.
She nibbled along his penis, sucking his foreskin and tasting his salty maleness, until her head was deep between his legs and she was tonguing his balls. He grasped her hips and twisted her around, drawing her legs over his shoulders. He was in a perfect position to tickle her tits while he wiggled his tongue into her snatch.
His cock reacted to the new sensations with a lurch. He was hard and throbbing. Just what she wanted. She sucked his cock in greedily while she thrilled to the feel of his tongue in her pussy. Her lusts had become a controlling factor in her life, and she no longer tried to restrain them. She wasn't just horny, she was a sexual being-being horny was only part of it. Being a woman was what it was all about, being passionate and unashamed.
His cock began to twitch. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, but she was afraid. Would a middle-aged man have the stamina and the staying power of a younger man? Or would this be all there was? Not wanting to chance it, she lifted her head and pulled her pussy away from his face.
She lay atop him for a moment, with his cock caught between her tits, and she kissed and licked his chest. Her tongue threaded through his chest hair, leaving a wet trail as she moved upward. And then she was looking into his eyes and feeling his warm breath wash her face. The longing she saw there was the same as she had seen in the eyes of the others she had been with that week, the proof that passion was ageless.
They kissed. His lips molded to hers and her mouth opened wide. His tongue pushed in and she sucked it even deeper. A fire flared up in the pit of her stomach.
With a slow, almost imperceptible motion, she lifted her hips and brought herself down, catching his rigid length and sinking on it. A sharp thrill ran through her as her warm, velvet sheath parted to accept him, then cuddled him snugly.
He groaned and thrust upward. "It looks like you asked for it girlie."
"Yes. Yes."
His ass bucked against the sand, bouncing her upward. Belly slapped belly, crotch ground against crotch, hard male length ravished soft feminine pulp. Her tits shook and jiggled, her turgid nipples dragging through his silken chest curls. The feeling was marvelous, breathtaking, heart-stopping, agonizing.
And then he grunted and grasped her hips. She knew he was going to cum. And that set off her own explosion inside her. Rousing waves of pleasure rolled over her. She threw back her head, tossed her hair, and sent a cry of joy to the heavens. When her inner spasms began to flag, he started pumping hot cream into her loins and set her off again. The sand beneath them muddied with the strong outflow of their unified passion.
Just a few yards away, the other couple was fucking with equal intensity. Dane had been pleasantly surprised when the middle-aged woman's clothes came off. He hadn't expected such voluptuousness. The woman had huge, hanging tits, with nipples the size of saucers. They looked like a pair of giant eyeballs, or the headlights on a cartoonist's car. Soft and spongy, they were powdered and perfumed and sweet tasting. Her deep-set navel drew him to his knees even before her skirt was off, and she wiggled out of the garment eagerly while he tongued the deep dimple in the center of her belly.
He caught his breath when her skirt fell away. The sight of her panties was even more of a surprise than had been his first glimpse at her tits. Any woman who wore skimpy, see-through panties like that had to have romance on her mind. He wondered how long it had been since the old codger she was married to had really satisfied her. There was a lush blanket of pubic hair beneath the white lace, and pulling the garment away released an erotic aroma that made Dane's dick stand on end. Perfume only softened the strongest, the randiest scent of woman Dane had ever experienced.
"How long have you been like this?" he asked, gently teasing the soft nest of curls with his fingertips.
"Like what?"
"This randy?"
"Oh, my Lord!" She tittered. "Half my life!"
He grabbed her ankle and told her, "Lift your leg over my shoulder."
She shivered as she did as he said. Her thighs were only slightly hammy. She had a remarkable figure. "Do you work out?" he asked her curiously.
"Three times a week," she said. "I wish I could get old fat-ass over there to join me."
There wasn't anything that Dane could do to put the spark back into their marriage, but he could certainly take care of the spark that was in her eye right now. He reached between her legs and probed her hairy muff to find her pussy lips. They were there, warm and wet, framing a mouth big enough to accept three of his fingers. Using both hands, he separated her labia and revealed an acre of glistening pink interior flesh.
"Please," she begged, "don't just tease me."
He had no intention of just teasing her. Pushing his head between her legs, he buried his face in her juicy split. While she squealed with happiness, he chewed the soft flesh, he stretched it, he licked it, and he shoved his tongue deep into her pit. When he released the thick lips, they closed in around his nose and his face, smothering him in redolent sex flesh. He slurped up her flowing juices and poked his tongue at the hard button of her clit as it came into full flower.
She screeched, shuddered, then stiffened as his efforts sent her into her first orgasm.
He waited for her to calm down before standing again.
She opened her eyes and looked into his smoldering stare. "Y-you mean, there's more?"
"There's more," he said, pushing her down.
It was his turn to throw back his head and groan as her lips covered the end of his cock. He pushed forward, and his slick knob slid across her tongue. And then his thickness was clogging her throat and she was taking deep breaths of the odor of manliness that radiated from him balls. She tangled her fingers in his cock hair and tried to hang on when he began driving, cautiously at first, face fucking her. She squeezed his nuts as he found an easy rhythm, one that she was able to abide while keeping his teeth on edge. Stroke after stroke, his balls slapped against her chin and his prick pushed past her tonsils and plugged her throat.
Suddenly, the fat shaft jerked and sent a flood of creamy cum into her throat. She gulped it down, and caught the next shot in her cheeks as it was released. Dane rocked back and forth blasting her with cum until his cock quit spitting.
Hazel gulped down the last of it as his cock pulled from her mouth. "Oh, that was wonderful!" she cooed, gently stroking his cock to keep his dwindling arousal from completely dying. "Wonderful!"
"My pleasure," he said with a grunt, pushing her down on her back in the sand.
Her reaction was automatic, coming from years of experience. She raised and bent her knees and spread her thighs wide. "Come to mama," she cooed, stretching her arms out to him while he stared at her hair-lined muff, all swollen and splayed. "Now, please. Fuck me now." She moaned and reached for his cock to guide it to her waiting cunt.
Dane lowered his hips to hers and pushed his cock deep into her hot, wet cunt channel.
"Oh, dear me," she hissed, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as his hips began to pump into hers. "My poor heart ... my poor heart...."
"Babe," he grunted, his balls tightening, "I guess you're just going to have to tough it out."
"Mmmm, oh, yes! Oh, yes, honey! Oh, yes!" She moaned and rotated her ass in the sand, grinding her hips to his.
Their motion intensified, with him striving to pin her in position in the sand while she wiggled and writhed like an insane woman. Her stomach muscles tightened. She let out a shout and arched her hips upward as her climax came smashing down upon her.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned. Her body shuddered, and then stiffened. "Aaarrrghhhh! I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cumming!"
Dane heard the screams and the shouts of the other couple mix with those of the woman he was fucking. His excitement crested, and his prick lurched within her and spewed his sperm into her womb. Shot after shot after shot.
He had fucked two women in two hours. It wasn't a first for him, but it was certainly a high point in his life. And for the others, too. All four were storing up memories that would last them a lifetime.
The sun was going down, painting the horizon in tones that slowly changed from yellow to gold to vivid red. The women had scouted for driftwood to build a fire while the men brought food from the boats that bobbed at anchor in the sheltered cove. Now, they sat silent as they watched the last of the sun's rays fade. No one had bothered to put on clothes.
Sitting in the sand and leaning back on her hands, Tina watched Dane roast a pair of hot dogs for them while her mind recalled another beach, just over the horizon, and another man. Only two, three nights ago. She didn't know; she'd lost track of the time.
This was living, she thought, this was the way God had meant it to be. The Garden of Eden, with no pressures, no deadlines. No entanglements. She looked at Dane, lit more now by the fire than by the sky. A perfect man, a perfect passion.
"What are you thinking, dear?" Hazel asked, handing Tina a plate of food as she settled beside her.
"Just ... I wish this time would never end," she said honestly.
"It's a beautiful place. But it's more than that, isn't it?"
Tina turned to look at the woman. "Yes, it's more than that."
"Your young man-do you love him?"
"I ... I hardly know him."
"But he's special, isn't he?"
"Yes." Tina drew a happy face in the sand. "He's special."
"Who's special?" Homer asked as he and Dane joined the women.
"We were just talking-"
"-about sex," Hazel interrupted Tina.
"No, we weren't," Tina said quickly.
"Maybe not, dear," the older woman tittered. "But we were both thinking about it."
"Humph," said Homer, his mouth half full. "So who gets to sleep with who tonight?"
Tina may have fallen asleep. Lulled by the sound of their voices, she had lost track of the conversation long ago. They were talking about real estate values in Dade County and what would happen when the U.S. finally settled its problems with Cuba. Silly problems that had nothing to do with the vibrant life here on this little island. Tina's Paradise.
With her hair softly cradling her head on Dane's bare thighs, she opened her eyes and looked up at the sky. There were a million stars there, perfect pinpoints of light, each one just begging to grant her a wish.
"I wish I may, I wish I might," she whispered to herself, "have the man I want tonight-forever, if that's not being too greedy." She shifted her head and felt a soft, warm cock nuzzle her cheek. She grinned in the darkness, and turned to face it. Her wish had been granted-at least for one night.
Dane continued his conversation, pretending not to notice as Tina pulled the end of his cock into her mouth. It was small and supple, and it fit easily into her mouth. Her cheeks flexed around the sensitive cocktip, and it began to stretch and fill. Slowly, she began bobbing her head bob up and down its swelling length.
"Hmmm, oh, yes-no, I didn't mean you, Homer. I meant-oh, fuck!"
There was laughter in the darkness and Dane lay down on the beach. They both lost track of the other couple, and he groaned with pleasure as her hand slid down from where it had been clutching the base of his cock to squeeze his balls. Gripping his scrotum, she drew his shaft deep into her mouth and wiggled her nose into the thick hair that surrounded its base.
She sniffed and purred, enjoying his aroma.
Dane grabbed her head and held her in place while he shifted, rolling her onto the sand and stretching out beside her. His hips began pumping and grinding into her face.
"Scoot over, dear. Let us join you."
The other woman's words meant nothing to Tina, but the thrills chasing through her multiplied when she felt a wet mouth cover her breasts and begin kissing and nipping her nipples to hardness. She reached out and felt soft, long hair draping over her chest. The realization that a woman was sucking her tits had hardly hit home when she felt a pair of palms press against her inner thighs. With easy obedience, she raised and bent her knees and spread her thighs wide.
Crouching between her legs, Homer dropped his mouth to her pussy. With one hand free, Tina cupped the back of his head and arched her hips upward toward him. His tongue found her sensitive lips in the darkness. She ground her hips around his face.
"Oh, yes," Tina encouraged, thrilled to be the center of attention for her three companions. "Yes! Yes!"
"Suck it, baby," Dane demanded, driving harder. "Suck me until I cum. Suck it."
She had no idea how long the stimulation went on: the hard cock banging into her mouth, the soft lips nursing on her breasts, the strong tongue flicking rapidly against her clit.
"Ooooh ... ooooh ... oooooh," she wailed. "Oh, God!" Her hips arched high as a great climax shattered her composure.
At almost the same instant, Dane let out a groan and shuddered. His balls exploded, and a massive charge of cum shot into the back of her throat. She gulped and swallowed, drinking every bit of the hot, thick sex fluid as it flowed into her.
At the same time, shudders wracked her own body as one explosion followed another. Her hips jumped and jerked while Homer lapped up her sweet juices with his tongue. When her shudders had passed, he lowered her ass back to the ground and gave her pussy a final kiss.
"This girl has a sweet-tasting cunt, ma," he said.
"Just like yours when you were younger.
Still not quite out of her trance, Tina felt the woman pull away from her tit.
"Used to be?" Hazel tittered and rolled over in the sand. "Why, you old coot! How do you know I ain't still that way without doing some comparison shopping?"
CHAPTER TEN
They slept together in a pile of jumbled flesh, limbs entwined. When Tina awoke in the middle of the night, her cheek was snuggled close to Hazel's bare breast and her legs were stretched over Dane's shoulders with his head resting in the cradle of her crotch. Homer was right beside her, as evidenced by a rasping snore than blended sonorously with the sleep sounds coming from his own wife.
Tina worked herself free from the little group and walked along the deserted beach. The full moon glistened on the water, giving the sand a silvery glow. It hung so close in the sky that she wanted to reach out and pull it to her breast.
She started to run, her gay, tingling laughter reaching to the stars, and did a pirouette when her feet reached the firmer surface of the wet sand. The wind whipped around her bare body and her trim legs.
A figure caught her and pulled her into his arms before she had stopped spinning. "You're beautiful," Dane said in a voice that was harsh and guttural.
"I thought you were sleeping."
"I was, but I'm not now." He pressed his lips to hers in a kiss than made no secret of the depth of his desire. Feeling secure in their open-air privacy, she responded without shame, rubbing her burning body against his and then sagging in his embrace when his lips withdrew. "I could love a woman like you."
Her heart fluttered. Could she love a man like him? It was possible, of course. "Let's just do it one fuck at a time," she whispered, not building her hopes up for anything more. Her vacation had been too perfect to spoil it with a heartbreak.
"You're the woman I've always dreamed of," he went on.
The words excited her. They sounded so sincere. "Always?"
"You remind me of my French teacher in high school. I had a crush on her. She had the biggest boobs. I had my first hard-on thinking of them, trying to imagine exactly what they looked look."
"Wet dreams?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning sheepishly.
"Je t'aime" she whispered. Pulling his hands to her so that he could fill them with her tits and relive a fantasy, she stretched upward against him on her bare tiptoes for yet another kiss.
"A dream fulfilled," he said with a grin, backing away from her when they broke again. "Actually, you're prettier than she was. All she had were tits."
She knew his words were just flattery, but they thrilled her just the same. They would make love again, and then they would part. She would find other lovers; so would he. She had no illusions; he would fuck her, and then he would leave her.
She pulled back to observe him, gloriously and magnificently naked. Her gaze followed the hairy mat that cloaked his chest as it arrowed downward over the hard ridges of his ribs and the flat plane of his stomach. It narrowed to a blunt, bushy point between the thick columns of his legs where his maleness was rooted.
His cock sprang upward from the thick, curly mesh that surrounded it, and gleamed in the moonlight like a menacing weapon. Although her experience with cocks was limited, she instinctively knew it would be a long while before she would ever see one bigger. Just the sight of it made her breathing quicken, and she felt warm and watery between the legs.
He twitched, and the dark shaft made a giant, upward leap.
Only then did she realize that he was looking at her with the same intensity she was giving him. She was thankful for the moonlight, knowing its dim glow lent an element of perfection to her body that would be lost in the harsh light of the day. There was a magic to the night that endowed his exquisitely chiseled features with the larger-than-life quality of a Greek god and made her feel like a goddess, herself.
Her flesh burned warmly as his gaze left the lush fullness of her breasts to sweep the length of her legs before settling amongst the soft curls that nuzzled the sweet spot where her thighs met. He stared intently, trying to decipher the mysteries of her most secret of places. The time for embarrassment had long since passed, and she was gladdened to see that he was pleased with her.
"Adam and Eve," he said, his voice but a soft whisper, and she knew he was remembering making love on the boat and their walk on the beach with their anticipation building up before they were interrupted by the arrival of Hazel and Homer.
"And this is Eden," she responded. It was easy to imagine that it was true; that the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only them in this magical place.
He reached out and touched an erect nipple. "Just like ripe, wild, strawberries...." She jerked away as a sudden thrill traversed her spine and walked toward the water. When the soft sands turned harder, she stood, allowing the waves to lick her toes and trickle around her heels before receding back into the body of the sea. She sat down on the cool hardness of the sand at the very edge of where it turned shiny-wet, and where only the occasional tongue of water had the audacity to encircle her and lap between her legs.
His bare legs came into view, and he settled beside her. A wave of water washed around them, making them both wet. She turned and saw how the moonlight gave a silvery tinge to the thick body hair that lined his chest, his arms, and his legs. It outlined a profile that was rugged and confident. "You're the most handsome man I've ever seen."
"I'm flattered. Are you an expert on the subject?" he asked with a soft chuckle.
"Not as much as I would like to be."
"An expert on men? Or on me?"
Her smile lit up the darkness. "Now, that's a silly question. Do you really want an answer?"
"No," he said, his dark eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he gazed steadily into hers, "I'm simply satisfied that you're here ... that you're you...."
She drew in a sharp breath, deeply affected by the sincerity of his expression. She felt comfortable with this man. How was it that just his presence gave her such a feeling of peace and ease?
"You feel attracted to me, don't you?"
"Yes," she admitted. "As I said, you're an extremely handsome man."
"But it's more than that, isn't it?"
"I-"
He pressed a finger across her lips. "There's no need to say it," he said. "I know." His fingertip circled the full, ripe oval of her lips. "I can feel it, too." Slipping his free arm around her, he pulled her to him as he pressed his lips against hers. She moaned softly, and he took advantage of the opening and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
His breath was warm as it mixed with hers. He didn't press, but kissed gently, the smooth stroking of his tongue against hers filling her with heady longing. His hands explored her soft curves and sent warming shivers through her. His fingers moved down from her tits to toy with the curls that nested between her legs.
"It's hard to control myself," he said, breathing hard as he pulled his lips away and dropped back down. "You're so beautiful."
She stared down at him, wondering just what there was about herself that he considered so beautiful. And what there was about him that made him so maddeningly handsome. She lowered her head and brushed her lips across his, feeling free to indulge herself with the same liberties he had taken. Her kiss was tender, carefree, and without conscious thought. Her lips explored his face, learning its sharp contours. He nipped at her ear lobe, and she rubbed her cheek against his. His unshaven growth of new beard teased her sensitive skin.
The water swept around them again. But she hardly noticed as she kissed the hollow of his neck, then brushed her lips lightly over the wiry roughness of the hair on his chest. The sea air had left little droplets of moisture there, and he had a salty, piquant taste. Her tongue flicked over one of his male nipples, and she felt it stiffen to a sharp, little point. Her hand stroked downward, across his belly to grip the thick stem that sprouted from the juncture of his thighs. She could feel the powerful, throbbing strength of his arousal.
He was so big. So masculine. Her mind filled with erotic images ... dreams ... desires ... dreams and desires she was new at imagining. Feelings of affection enhanced the feelings of sexual arousal that stirred her. What was happening to her? She had only know this man for one day. She was setting herself up for sure for a heartbreak.
But he held her, taking back the lead he had relinquished after that first kiss. He had forced himself to hold back, tortured by the closeness of her softly alluring femininity. His desire had built all evening long, even while watching Homer fuck her and Hazel play with her body. It was a desire that had been accentuated rather than extinguished when his prick had released his building passion inside her body. She was, indeed, the woman of his dreams, this beauty with the shoulder-length black hair that now hung in such lovely disarray around her pretty face, the silken strands moistened by the humid night air. The fire in her dark eyes burned clear to his soul, and her body felt so soft and round; her curves, so firm and well-defined.
Holding her in place with his arm, he sat up with her. Neither said a word, with them both being acutely aware of the rapid rise and fall of her breasts. His hands skimmed along her collarbone, and he smoothed his fingers over the soft skin of her upper arms and shoulders. His fingertips worked smoothly downward, following trails they had already learned well. She watched his face, wondering if the feelings he was experiencing were as incredibly erotic as the ones his touch sent racing through her body.
His warm palm cuddled one of her breasts.
She groaned.
The hand moved and molded the other. "Ohhh...."
He let out the breath he had been holding, and he felt her flesh quiver in his hands. His thumbs rubbed over the stiff points of her nipples, increasing the pressure on her emotions.
She shuddered as a giddy, wanton feeling filled her. It was as if something had snapped within her, and she gave in to a sudden insatiable appetite. The hunger in his gaze rewarded her. The moonlight bathed his handsome face, revealing him completely. She hoped its golden glow was as kind to her own features as she leaned back on the heels of her hands and exposed herself fully for his lusty appreciation.
His eyes moved downward, lingering as they feasted on her breasts, her waist, her hips, her legs, and then returned to rest in the dark shadow of her lap. His interest excited her and made her tingle all over. Why had she shied away from this for so long? Why had it taken her so long to realize that there was no shame in this, that her body was made to be exposed before a man, to be lusted for, to be ravished, to be savored for its sexuality....
And to be touched freely. His thumbs circled her nipples, and he could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his palms as the nubs hardened. He marveled at her beauty, at the firm smoothness of her flesh and the ivory glow the moonlight gave to her skin. His own arousal intensified.
He bent his head to taste her flesh. She was succulent and flavored with a heady mixture of feminine tastes and smells. Her ample breasts were perfection, his very dream of ripe womanhood. His tongue curled around each nipple in turn and sucked and pulled, trying to draw out her sweetness.
She sighed, feeling the tingles run up and down her spine before gathering deep within her in an intensity of excitement she had never experienced before. His hand dropped into her lap, and she felt his fingertips brush her springy curls. Then it slipped between her thighs, wrapping around her intimately, then entering her to take complete possession of her senses.
She stiffened and let out a sharp groan.
"Are you all right?" he asked with sudden concern.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, helplessly overwhelmed by her desire. "Yes, yes, don't ... don't stop...."
He had never felt such intense feminine heat before. And when had he ever ached for a woman so? What was there about her, about them, that made this experience so dream-like and special? She was so moist-and soft and warm inside. It pleased him to realize her reaction was strictly for him. His fingers explored her as delicately as if she were a flower, then settled on the tiny bud that was the heart of her passion.
She arched against his hand and caught her breath. She was in turmoil, thrilled by the reactions of her own body. Her other lovers had never stirred her like this, arousing such intensity with caring touches.
And then she tensed and cried out sharply. She sucked in a deep breath as every muscle in her body relaxed, then contracted a second time, clutching against nothingness with an unbelievable fervor. A last spasm of excitement left her buzzing internally, all the way from where the explosion had started to the very core of her womanhood.
He hugged her tightly, supporting her body as she trembled and shook with the power of her release. He was happy for her, but sorry he hadn't been able to join in the intensity of her sensations. But he knew that his time was coming, that it would be even more sweet, for him, for her, for them both ... together.
When he finally released her, she rose on her knees, slightly unsteady but determined, and stared at him, presenting her passion-charged body without any reservations. It thrilled her to see he couldn't take his eyes off her: the swollen globes of her heaving breasts; the sharp thrust of her sweet, ripe nipples; the deep shadow of mystery centered between her legs. And there was no way to veil the raw, primitive passion that gleamed in her own eyes. This man, this stranger, now knew her fully and as intimately as any man she had ever known.
"You're like a dream," he whispered, "a mermaid, risen from the deep."
"And you're like a sea god," she replied with equal passion. "Rise up, my lusty Poseidon. I want to look at you."
He stretched upward on his knees. God! wasn't he handsome?-with his tightly corded muscles gleaming in the moonlight. His body was thickly haired, but nowhere more so than surrounding his powerful manhood. Try as she might, she couldn't keep the sight of that cock, so close to the mouth, from driving her wild. The magnificent hunk of hard prick flesh was there for her use, just for her pleasure.
"It's yours," he said with a breathless hitch in his voice.
"My toy?" she teased, reaching up to grasp the spike with a twinkle in her.
"Play with it," he groaned, staring down at her. "Suck it."
"Mmmmmmm." She wiggled into a comfortable position between his legs. She stroked his heavy balls with one hand, wrapped a fist around his enormous shaft and gave it a stroke.
"Ughhhhh," Dane groaned as he felt her hot hands clutch his raging hard-on. Moaning, he pressed his cock into her fist.
"This is nice, honey," Tina cooed, rolling his balls in her palm. The bulging sac was soft and squishy. "You're full of cum."
Tina dipped her head toward his cock tip and licked its drooling end. The foreskin slipped up and down as she gently manipulated it, and she could feel the powerful throbbing of its swollen veins.
"This thing is so big and so beautiful," she moaned, tonguing the tiny slit in the tip to steal his musky juices. "I love it."
"Suck it!" he grunted, thrusting toward her lips.
She tittered and teased him, blowing on the tip of his dick, then flicking at it with her tongue. Finally, she gave his prick a downward tug and let it slide into the heated wetness of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she gurgled with pent-up excitement.
She licked and sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Her fingers clutched the base of the shaft, stroking steadily all the while.
"Oh, baby, oh, baby!" Dane groaned in a delirium of passion. "Where did you ever learn to suck a cock like that?"
She replied with a contented murmur without pulling her lips away from the end of his dick.
Dane grunted and slammed his hips forward. She caught herself to keep from falling and braced for his next blow. He tangled his fingers in her soft tresses and began mouth-fucking her while her clinging lips drew hard on his cock. The thick root shone, bathed in her saliva, each time he drew it away from her mouth. She grunted, the breath pushed out of her, each time he shoved back in.
He tried to control himself, tried to hold back, tried to resist the torture of her avid lips. But it was more than a man could stand-even a man with the proportions of a sea god rising out of the sea.
"Here I go!" he yelled in sharp warning. "Uuuuhhhggggg!" His body tensed, then pulsed powerfully.
Tina sucked frantically as his cock spit in her mouth. Thick, hot cum rolled over her tongue, puffed her cheeks momentarily, than warmed her throat as the tasty cream descended to her belly. His fingers tightened in her hair as his prick pounded into her face, his draining balls slapping her chin and swinging up against her throat.
"Ummmmmmm," she gurgled through her last mouthful of cum. She pulled away from his cock and blew bubbles, teasing him with the sight of his boiling seed, before swallowing the last of it down.
"Oh, Christ," he groaned, falling to his knees and pulling their naked bodies together. Now, neither showed any restraint as they gave in fully to their passions. His kiss was harsh, forceful, and full of longing. She thrilled to the savagery of his lips on hers and her heart fluttered at the feel of his masculine strength rising again between her thighs and pressing into the softness of her belly as their bodies twisted together and rubbed feverishly against each other. Her hands grazed lightly over his hairy back and the muscular swells of his ass cheeks while his fingers dug into her soft flesh, exciting her with the renewed intensity of his want.
He buried his face in her neck to smother an impassioned groan. Then, he took her by the shoulders and gently shoved her back down on the wet sand. The coolness of the ocean water surrounded her, but it did nothing to dissipate the sizzling heat of arousal that warmed her flesh.
She held her breath, waiting, anticipating ... and then she cried out as he entered her. Their bodies struggled and fought against each other, both caught up in their own passion. The water splashed around her as her hips slapped up and down against his powerful thrusting, the sound mixing with his grunts and her heaving in a sensual symphony that built to a crescendo, exploded in a flurry, and seemed to linger forever before it finally died away.
And then they were lying together, their bodies entwined while their breathing eased, with the waters of the rising tide almost inundating them.
"I've never...." she finally breathed.
"Neither have I."
He kissed her, then lifted her and carried her out waist-deep into the ocean, where they bathed each other. They played. And then, they came back to the beach and made love again. Until the first rays of sunlight lit the beach and robbed the night of its special magic.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tina felt like Cinderella coming home from the ball. Dane anchored the boat beyond the breakers near her hotel and rowed her close to shore in a rubber dinghy. Wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his shorts, both of which were way too big for her, she waded the last few yards holding her shoes-the only part of her original attire that had not been lost at sea during the squall-high in the air.
It was nearly noon, so she had to wend her way through curious onlookers stretched out by the pool as she made her way to her room.
Mack caught up with her while she was waiting for the elevator. "Hi. Where have you been?"
"For a sail."
"All night long?"
She grinned. "Actually, I spent the night fucking my head off with a bunch of savages on a deserted island."
"Wow!"
"You ought to try it sometime."
"I'll put in on my list ... for next year." Next year. Tina groaned inwardly. Her vacation was almost over.
"Look," he said, "since this is the last night for most of us-you know, the California girls, the French couple, and a bunch of others as well as you and me-we've decided to have a little party tonight. After hours. Gabriel has agreed to keep the bar open for us so long as we don't get rowdy and wake the other guests."
"A party?"
"Well, more like an orgy, sort of-" She smiled sweetly. "I'll be there."
Her last night. Tina had thought it would be a rollicking finale to her lovely holiday, but it wasn't. It was a sad time, and she wished she hadn't left her room. Three young studs bought her drinks and tried to catch her interest, but it didn't affect her. She found herself sitting at the bar, watching Gabriel mix drinks, just as miserable as she had been her very first night in Jamaica.
"You fell in love, didn't you?" Gabriel said with a concerned look, taking time out between filling drink orders.
"I-" she caught herself, biting back the denial. "Yes, I did."
He winked at her. "No worry, mon. It happens all the time."
"Does it?"
"It's all part of the package-it's called 'memories.'"
He was right, she thought, watching the bartender return to his work. She remembered girlfriends talking about summer romances. They had all seemed to get over them.
Watching the handsome Jamaican work behind the bar, she tried to forget about Dane by remembering the romantic moments she'd had with Gabriel on the beach. Her body warmed as she tried to recall the sexy body under his clothes, and her cheeks burned at the memory of his fine cock. That had been a good time with no regrets. Why couldn't she accept her fling with Dane the same way?
"Gabriel," she asked, when he was within earshot once again. "Would you like to meet me again tonight? On the beach?"
"Oh, I wish I could," he told her with a gentle smile. "But not tonight."
"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"Would you like me to find someone?"
"No, Gabriel," she said with a sigh, as she stood up. "I'm a big girl now. I can do it myself." With that thought in mind, she picked up her drink and moved resolutely toward the crowd just as a wild whoop came from the packed table where the California girls were stationed.
Someone had poured a pitcher of beer over the bustiest of the blondes.
Applause broke out, and cheers of encouragement.
Another pitcher was dumped, and another wet T-shirt turned transparent. The new girl had smaller tits than her friend, but her nipples were wide, dark, puckered ovals. Mack's Oriental girlfriend put up an indignant protest before she was splattered, as well. Her tits were the smallest of the lot, but Tina thought her nipples the most attractive-sharp, bulging points that looked as taste-tempting as a pair of Hershey's Kisses.
From across the room, the French woman approached the group of dripping coeds with a competitive gleam in her eye. Not waiting to be drenched with beer, she was already tugging at the ends of her blouse, upping the level of competition. A loud roar of approval welcomed the appearance of her big tits bouncing free.
The party had begun!
Men, with lusty gleams in their eyes, started turning to their partners. Two young college men carrying a pitcher of beer advanced toward Tina. She held up her hands, protesting, but that didn't deter them. "No, no!" she begged, backing away.
Someone blocked her retreat. Her skin prickled. Deja vu.
The young men stopped in their tracks, staring over her shoulders at the big man whose hands had wrapped protectively around Tina. "Sorry," they gulped, and started off in search of an easier prey.
Tina's body lost its rigid tension, and she would have sagged to the floor if the strong arms hadn't supported her.
"Remember me?" soft lips whispered in her ear just before kissing her neck.
"Hmmm, all night long."
Their bodies rubbed intimately as she turned in his arms.
"Why did you come?"
"If you don't know the answer to that, I made a mistake," he said softly. "Did you come by boat?" He laughed lightly. "No. Did you want me to?" She sighed. "I was hoping you could whisk me off to Never-Never Land."
"Never-Never Land is just a dream."
"Like now?"
The slight quiver in her lips was enough to draw his mouth down to hers, and their kiss had an immediate fierceness that made her feel soft and melting inside. There was fire in his breath, and a hunger for a taste of her. His tongue drove deep into her mouth. It marked her with possession and brought a flaming response in her loins.
The kiss deepened even further, and his hand pulled the back of her blouse free so that he could slide his hand up under it. She hadn't worn a bra, so there was nothing to interfere as he caressed the smooth skin of her back. The crowd faded from their consciousness and it was only him and her.
His hand slid around her waist and then down, inside the waistband of her skirt, to her hips and the rounded curves of her bottom. He slipped his palm inside her panties and pulled her against him until she could feel his erection pressing into the softness of her lower belly through the distracting material of her clothing.
She chuckled, breaking from the passion of the kiss to rest her cheek on his shoulder. "Are you going to undress me right here?"
"I want you," he said, his voice harshly ragged.
"I'm glad." Her cheek could feel the powerful pounding of his heart and she wished he didn't have his shirt on, so that she could snuggle right into his hairy chest.
"Do you want to go to my room?"
He released her with a sigh. "Yes," he said, "but let's have a drink first. The party has just started."
Indeed, there was debauchery going on all around them. It was no problem finding a seat, because almost everyone had left their tables to gather around a group of bare-breasted women standing in line to do the limbo. A few had learned the technique, spreading their thighs wide to get really low under the pole before their naked tits knocked it down.
Not everyone was doing the limbo. Several couples were dancing. Scantily clad women writhed in time with the music while men clutched their wiggling asses, holding their bodies glued together. Some had their tits exposed, but a few had managed to keep their clothes on.
One fully dressed woman was weaving to the music, all by herself, in the middle of the dance floor. She was tall, voluptuous, and completely lost in the music.
As her movements became more erotic, others began to move back and make way for her. Being the center of attention only turned her on more. Her gaze meeting the eyes of one man after another, she vamped for each one, raising her arms over her head and burying her fingers in her hair while she thrust her big, tempting tits almost directly into their faces.
Hands began to clap, taking up the rhythm as her hips swayed and her thighs strained against the tightness of her skirt. She drove man after man wild, cooing sweet nothings and throwing puckered kisses while her pussy thrust provocatively back and forth.
"Take it off!" someone shouted. Wolf whistles and cheers seconded the suggestion.
And the sexy woman responded. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it. A generous expanse of creamy white tit flesh bulged over the cups of her low-cut bra. Her shoulders were flawless; her belly was flat and rippled smoothly as she writhed.
Excitement flared noisily when her fingers reached to unhook her skirt, but breathless silence followed as she continued, writhing and wriggling, allowing the garment to slowly slip down her thighs. Then she was dancing freely, her smooth thighs flexing, wearing only her white bra and panties and a pair of sheer stockings.
A naked man suddenly jumped onto the dance floor with her. The watching crowd let out a collective gasp, but the dancing woman only smiled.
Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and her naked breasts were suddenly thrusting free. With another smooth move, she slipped out of her panties. Dancing naked now, her body close but not touching the man's, she cast a seductive spell that slowly teased his flaccid prick into a raging erection.
"My God," Tina whispered, the spectacle exciting her just as much as it was her companion.
Dane pulled her into his lap and ran his fingers idly up and down her back while they watched. His cock, a hard, warm lump in his trousers, pressed against her thigh.
The woman on the dance floor spread her legs wide and began to lean backward in a limbo position. Her ass lifted and fell, her thighs weaving seductively, the split of her pussy fully revealed. The moisture that had oozed from her slit glistened as she weaved, and the man's prick was drooling visibly, too.
Moving between her legs in time with her rhythm, he dipped low, then caught her pussy with the tip of his prick when he rose again. The woman let out a soft gasp as he entered her, the fit of their bent-backward bodies making a perfect seam.
They fucked beautifully, every eye in the audience upon them as they moved together in time with the music, not touching except in that place where their bodies joined. The pleasure of their fuck was intense; her blue eyes were glazed, her lips open in a breathless pant, while his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a soft grunt with each smooth, sliding thrust.
And then, when her movements began to lose the perfection of the rhythm and became more frenzied, he reached out and held her by the hands while she raised her legs and wrapped them around his thighs. Holding her like that, he continued moving slowly to the music while she scissored her thighs and fucked back and forth on the rigid pole that impaled her.
She shuddered twice before he let out a sharp cry and stiffened. She arched upward to embrace him and her hips bucked rapidly while he came inside her. The crowd watched enviously as the excess flowed from her hole and down the man's hairy legs.
The couple pulled apart and their eyes shone as they took the applause of the crowd. His wet dick slowly descended from half-mast to a restful position, and her nest of pussy hair sparkled with new highlights. The crowd surrounded them as others took to the dance floor.
Neither Dane or Tina said a word. Their minds were in tune as they got up together and moved away from the crowd.
It was quieter beside the pool, its lit interior the only illumination, giving an eerie glow to the surroundings. Several other couples had preceded them and were lying together on the chaise lounges that were spread beside the pool.
They walked slowly, holding hands. "Are you going to miss this when you get back to Wichita?" he asked her quietly, when they had moved far enough away they wouldn't disturb the others.
"I'm going to miss this," she said, reaching up and slipping her arm around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss.
Their tongues played for a minute before he pulled back away. "Damn it, baby," he hissed. "I can't take much more of this."
"Neither can I." She pushed him down onto a vacant chaise. "Take off your pants."
While he unbuckled his trousers, she reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties and tossed them aside. He stretched out his legs. His cock had a bluish glow in the pool light. It was long and thick and beautiful, with its gleaming shaft stretching up from his lap and a drop of pre-cum sparkling like a jewel in its swollen tip. As Tina lifted her skirt and settled on his lap facing him, he opened her blouse so that he could get his hands on her tits. She scooted forward until his prick was nestled between her thighs. He massaged her full, round breasts. Leaning closer, she purred while he kissed her chin and her cheek, and then her mouth.
She hunched upward. Her throbbing pussy lips twitched as they slid over the end of his stretched pole. His prick split her as she eased down over it, and she immediately began to rock in his lap. Her tits bobbed, peaking out from the open front of her blouse, while her pussy rubbed up and down over his cock.
The slow, easy friction soon had them both gasping for breath. The chaise made a telltale squeak that seemed loud in the night, but the other couples scattered around the pool were too involved in themselves to pay them any attention. For the umpteenth time since she had arrived on the island, the tropical atmosphere helped her build to a breathtaking peak.
"Oh, baby, you drive me crazy," he said, his eyes squeezing shut as he thrilled to the excruciating pleasure.
"And you thrill me both inside and out," she rejoined. His touch was as light as a feather, stroking her breasts and teasing her nipples. Her body tingled and throbbed all over.
"You're a woman who's made for loving."
"For loving you," she said, then she bit her lip, wishing she hadn't.
Keep it light, Tina. Nothing serious. Make it an easy farewell. Don't try to lay a guilt trip on the guy just because you've ... let things go to your head. It's been a nice dream, but it's over.
She gave up her restraint and started bouncing faster and faster on her lover's prick. The others would hear them, but she no longer cared. "Ohhhhhhh ... Dane, honey ... ohhhhhh ... fuck me ... ohhhh!"
"Tina, you're great," he panted, bracing himself against her driving blows.
His compliment made her swell with pride. She had learned well in her week in paradise. She had learned to satisfy a man and herself as well.
So, she hadn't learned to keep her feelings out of it. No, she wasn't a complete slut; not yet. But that would certainly come in time, wouldn't it? With more experience? But did she really want that? she wondered as she panted, her fast-stroking pussy working up a froth over his cock. Her insides had turned into a seething cauldron of fire. Did she really want to be able to fuck a guy who she felt no love for at all? Did she really want to fuck any other guy than this man underneath her ever again?
"Oh, Dane," she said, letting out a heavy sigh as she went over the peak. The fire spread from her pussy to the far reaches of her body. Her breasts throbbed, and her nipples tingled. Her clit buzzed, making her cunt spasm around Dane's captive cock. "Ohhh, God!"
"I'm right with you, baby," Dane whispered, hugging her convulsing body. "I'm cumming...." With a gasp, he let himself go. "Oh, yes. Oh, yessss ... ahhhh-I'm cumming!"
His prick spouted, and he began to jerk spasmodically. Liquid fire pumped into her tight hole. For a long moment, their bodies beat frantically together, then his grip tightened and she sagged against him.
"God, Tina," he wheezed. "That was great!"
"You want me to suck your cock?" she asked, her mouth wet around his ear. "Lick it clean?"
His belly rumbled with humor, bouncing against hers. "I want you to do a lot of things." He pushed her back and started rebuttoning her blouse. "Come on, let's go to your room."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Once in Tina's room, they walked out onto the balcony for a moment. Their was a tropical fragrance in the air, and the sound of the surf was soft in the distance. They could see the pool; no one was left there. Night had finally overtaken the revelers, and the noise of the party had died away.
They returned to her room and pulled the door shut, closing them in their own private world. For a few short hours more, at least, it was just him and her. Nothing else counted.
Dane moved up behind her. He slipped his arms around her loosely and kissed her neck. She leaned back into his embrace, feeling comfortable and at ease. The smell of his cologne became more compelling now. It was a musky scent, one that instantly called to her mind a picture of him at the tiller of his small boat, muscles straining as he fought against the wind. It made her pulse race.
Were other lovers saying good-bye in other rooms? she wondered. Were real tears being shed over fantasy romances? Was the Oriental girl's heart breaking, too, as she said good-bye to Mack?
"When the sun rises," she said softly, "we're all going to turn back into pumpkins."
He skimmed her neck with a bite that made her shudder. "You'll be beautiful, darling, even as a pumpkin." His hands slid up under her blouse to fondle her braless breasts. His strong fingers made long strokes, making her tits feel alive and her nipples jump to attention.
"Tell me about Wichita," he said softly. "Are you happy there?"
"Why, of course I am," she replied, surprised by his question. She had expected something more ... falsely romantic. It was late for getting to know each other.
"Do you want to live there all your life?"
"I ... suppose so," she said honestly. "I've never actually given it much thought."
"What if some guy were to sweep you off your feet? Would you run away with him?"
"To Jamaica?" She laughed, intrigued by the suggestion. "In a heartbeat!"
He skimmed love bites up and down the side of her neck, breaking off the conversation. He fondled and massaged her tits, lifting them to feel their weight. His fingertips tickled her nipples until they were erect and tingling. She could never get enough of his seductive touches, even if they had all the time in the world. Which they didn't.
She trembled as she pressed back against him. His cock was hard, and it wedged firmly into the crack of her ass. Only the thin material of her skirt and his trousers separated them. Her panties had been left lying somewhere beside the pool. She wiggled her behind, trying purposely to drive him insane with desire.
"Witch!" he whispered into her ear.
She giggled. "Don't you mean bitch?"
"I'll never call you a bitch," he promised.
There was something about his words ... I'll ... I will ... I will never ... something that suggested a permanence-a permanence that she didn't even dare hope for.
"Pinch me," she said. "I think I'm dreaming."
"Maybe not." He chuckled, and, still standing behind her, he began unbuttoning the front of her blouse.
Yes, it was time for that. Her clothes were an unwanted hindrance, an obstacle to the full enjoyment of their intimacy. She let him slip the blouse from her shoulders, completely baring the round globes of her tits, and she reached down to unhook her skirt herself. It slid off her hips and down to the floor. She stepped out of it.
Naked now, she turned to face him.
His eyes slid rapidly over her exposed figure. "Beautiful," he said.
"Come on!" she chided him playfully. "After all those sexy babes you've seen tonight? I'm sure a man like you has had lots of women-"
"But none more beautiful than you."
"Liar!" she said with a blush. But she appreciated his insincerity. She had no doubt that he did like her. And maybe even a little more than that. Just a little.
The dim light of the small lamp on the night table gave her skin a golden glow. "Beautiful," Dane said, touching his hands to her breasts. His fingertips tickled her nipples. "Simply beautiful."
She moaned as he gently pinched her nipples.
"Here, too." His fingers moved down to tease the curls of her dark pubic bush.
She began to feel hot and tingly. Sweaty.
He bent and kissed her neck. The warmth of his lips made her shudder.
She reached down and felt the bulge of his penis through his tight trousers. She shivered with delight. In this, her first week of sex, she'd already had a half-dozen lovers, but he was undoubtedly the best.
Obviously, he'd had a lot of experience. But he made her feel like she was the most wonderful woman in the world, the only one he really cared for. Even watching him screw Hazel on the beach hadn't changed that perception.
He was all the lover she would ever need. A man like him could last her for a lifetime.
Careful, Tina. Those are dangerous thoughts.
Her pulse beating rapidly, she pushed his hands away. "Get undressed," she said softly, making no attempt to disguise her hunger.
He smiled at her as he removed his clothes piece by piece. Just the sight of his bronze chest being bared turned her insides watery. She kept from looking down as he skimmed out of his trousers, saving the best for last. She marveled at his lovely, all-over tan and the flexing of his sinewy arms. She reached out to touch his broad chest and traced his lean muscles with her fingertips.
Finally, her eyes dropped to his thick pubic bush.
"You like that, don't you?"
"Your cock? Yes."
"How do I compare?" he asked curiously. "Compare?"
"You know, with other guys you've fucked."
"Dane, I've never-I mean, I haven't-" She let out a big sigh, then blurted, "I only started this week."
"Just this week?"
She flushed with embarrassment. "I was a virgin when I came to Jamaica."
"My God! Why, I almost...."
She grinned. "Almost," she said, feeling easier now that her secret was out. Now, maybe, he would understand her inexperience and not hold it against her in his memories.
"Who was the lucky guy?"
She shrugged. "A guy named Mack."
"A tourist?"
"From California."
"If I ever run into that guy named Mack," he growled, "I'll...."
"You'll what?" she teased.
"I don't know," he laughed.
She chuckled. She was staring directly at his cock now. It was at rest, bent downward, the long shaft hanging in front of his droopy balls. The shaft was thick, the loose skin dark and wrinkled, and its fat head was a pretty, pink knob. It looked cute and cuddly in that state, with only an occasional twitch to suggest its awesome potential.
"Make it hard for me," she said.
"Don't you want to do it?"
"I want to watch."
He took his prick in his hand and began flexing and stroking it. The skin slipped easily as the shaft filled and his hand moved back and forth rapidly over it. A drop of fluid appeared in its tip as it arched upward toward her.
"It doesn't take long, does it?" she murmured.
He smiled, continuing to massage his dick. "Not when I'm staring at you."
"Do you want me to suck it?"
"Please."
She dropped down into a squat before him, spread her knees to steady herself, and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of his dick. Her nostrils flared at the strong aroma that surrounded his cock. She held the penis delicately between her fingertips and reamed the tiny slit with her tongue, licking away the bead of oily lubricant. Grasping his balls in her other hand, she drew the shaft down and closed her lips around its head. She started sucking on it.
He groaned, and she felt his prick twitch in her mouth. The solid-packed flesh was warm and tasty, its thick head slick and spongy. Pulling her lips back over her teeth, she stroked it and gave it a strong, noisy suck each time the deep flange passed her oral portal.
Her lips stretched wider as his cock thickened. His hips began to move, and the spongy knob rubbed against the roof of her mouth and pushed into the back of her throat. She felt his balls and tried to gauge his capacity as he became more animated.
She wanted to suck him dry. But he had already cum in her pussy down by the pool, and she had no idea if he had completely recovered from the time they'd had together the night before.
She decided not to risk it. The fires were burning in her belly, and she wanted to feel him cum inside her at least once more before he faded from her life forever.
"Come to bed with me, darling," she said, her lips parting reluctantly from his cock. "I want you to fuck me one more time."
As they climbed onto the bed, he pushed her face back down to his genitals. She couldn't resist and took his prick in her mouth again. While she crouched beside him with his cock in her mouth, he slid his hand over her back and across her buttocks. His fingers pushed between her legs and played with her cunt while she sucked his cock. Captivated by his teasing, she swung her legs around and straddled his face with her knees. She released his prick temporarily and threw her head back in a groan as she dropped her pussy to his face.
He began sucking her pussy. Oh, yes, that was nice! Ohhh, that was just what she wanted ... his strong tongue parting her labia, its thickness sliding into her like a snake. Who would do this for her when she returned to Wichita? Who could possibly thrill her so?
His arms folded around her hips and his hands clutched her ass cheeks. He licked and sucked her thick sex lips. Surely no man that she knew took such ardent pleasure in pussy. Try as she might, she couldn't imagine her thighs wrapped around the shoulders of any one of her male friends with her pussy thrust in his face. No one would ever thrill her like this again. No one!
Submitting completely, she dropped her pelvis and pushed her hairy cunt into his face, grinding it around his mouth. His cock bumped her chin, and she kissed and licked it without taking it back into her mouth again. His cock was purple with arousal, its head alarmingly bluish. It burned her cheeks and her lips like a hot poker. It was all she could do to hold back, being cautious, saving that for later.
She moaned as his wet tongue fluttered between her cunt lips. It touched her clitoris and pressed it from side to side, lapping along the sensitive shaft while her body twitched and she groaned. She growled in passion, and caught his dick again in her mouth. She gripped the flange between her teeth and tugged and twisted the stretched shaft.
His lips sucked on her swollen flesh, and now his teeth grazed the shaft of her clit and bit its tender tip.
She exploded. Her hips jerking, she cried out as the dam burst and her sex flooded his lips with her seething juices.
Her body still quivering, he pushed her onto her back.
"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me!" She groaned and widened her legs. Lifting her head, she watched as he grasped his prick and guided it toward her cunt. "Oh, yesss...."
It felt so good as he slid into her burning flesh. She squirmed around him, helping him seat himself fully inside her. She shivered as her pussy tightened, molding intimately to every inch of his organ as it moved through her.
"Oh, yes, yesss, yessss!"
He winced. "Damn, Tina! I've never had anybody as tight as you. You fit me like a glove."
"Liar," she breathed. "It's true."
"Liar!" she said again, wanting to make herself believe him.
But her rising feeling pushed aside all other thoughts. Sensations completely captured her mind ... the long, tantalizing slide of his prick through her clinging softness ... the gentle tickling of his balls brushing her ass cheeks ... the intimate meshing of her silky sex hairs with his kinky cock curls ... the roll of his hips as she clung to them gently with her hands.
He plunged deep into her gaping channel, driving the breath out of her. Again. And again. He loved her agilely ... expertly ... with care and understanding that matched the intensity of his need.
It was the best ... it was the greatest ... it was the most wonderful fuck imaginable. Surely, this was a fuck she would remember for the rest of her life. Their final fuck; their last time together.
"Oh, Dane!
"What?" he panted.
"Oh, God! I love-" She gulped back the word she wanted to say. "I mean, I love this so!"
"Yeah, baby." He grunted. "You're a great fuck."
Her eyes moistened. She was a great fuck. That's all, just a great fuck.
It was unfair. Why couldn't they have met some other time, at some other place? But it was impossible to concentrate for long on the sadness of their parting with his cock churning in the depths of her pussy. He was holding back, she knew, for her, thrusting slowly to keep from driving himself insane while he pushed her again to the gates of paradise.
She pushed up against him, signifying her arousal, and he increased his pace. A liquid trill sounded from the back of her throat as her knees loosened their grip on his hips so that her legs could rock and let her body move with his. Panting, with sweat cooling her breasts, she began thrusting upward hard against his downstroke, quickly driving them both into a frenzy.
The bed swayed and groaned alarming as the pair bounced on the mattress. She caught her breath and held still when he suddenly stiffened over her. Plunging his cock fully into her, he erupted with a mighty spray that singed her heated interior flesh. The bliss of orgasm completely blanketed her, and she soared, her entire being simply a throbbing, pulsating mass of mindless energy and sensation.
Tina leafed through the airline magazine that had been provided in the seat pocket in front of her. Where would she go next summer? So many exotic locations ... maybe Europe. Or the Caribbean again. Another island? Or back to Jamaica?
She sniffed and dabbed at her eyes again with a handkerchief. No, not Jamaica. It would have to be someplace cold and unromantic. Iceland, or maybe Norway. Someplace where there was lots to do, plenty of sightseeing, a place that was cold and not romantic.
She sighed and shifted uncomfortably. Would her friends be able to see a change in her? She was tanned, of course, but she was prim and proper again, her body uncomfortably stuffed into green linen slacks, a yellow silk blouse, and white leather sandals, with more underwear on than she had worn in a week.
She had turned back into a pumpkin.
"Miss...."
A gentle touch on Tina's shoulder roused her. "Huh?
"You have a telephone call."
"A what?" She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Wasn't she flying?
The flight attendant smiled. "Follow me, please."
Tina unfastened her seat belt, and she had to steady herself as she stepped into the aisle. Her foot had been asleep.
The pretty young woman led her forward to an area where there were several telephones. A man talking on one looked up at her as she approached, then turned away and went on with his business conversation.
"Hello?" Tina said cautiously, holding the receiver to her ear.
"Hi."
"Ohmygod!" Tina's knees turned to water and she had to sit down. "Dane! How did you find me?"
The deep-voiced chuckle on the other end of the line brought a warmth to Tina's body and a smile to her face.
"Did you think you could get rid of me so easily?" he asked softly. "Anything's possible, if you want it bad enough."
"W-wh-what-why?"
"I forgot something."
"You did?
"There was something I wanted to tell you before you left."
"W-what was that?"
"I love you." Tina started to bawl.
It was five minutes before Tina returned to her seat. The tears had been dried and her make-up repaired. She settled back and fastened her seat belt. There was a happy glow on her face.