Saturday - February 18, 2006
Authors note: The root of this story is in Chapter 01 - Blondes in pursuit of black guys. This is the seventh day of a fourteen-day vacation where fantasy has become reality. It is taking place on the island of Jamaica. What else do the stars have for me the remaining days here in paradise? If you have already read previous chapters, then you have a hint.
It begins:
Someone is getting into bed with me. I stir and open my eyes to see that it is Frank.
"Morning," comes from his lips.
"Good morning, Frank."
Tracy and Amy are gone from the bed. I hear moans coming from the shower so I assume they are having fun.
"Heather you are so sexy here with your ass showing. It's gotten me rock hard."
"Frank, it seems you have been rock hard since we came onto the island."
"I know, babe. I don't even have to be near you. I just think of your tight pussy and ass and it grows. Damn, babe, it's taking me back to when I was 17 and 18 with a constant boner."
"If I had known that Scandinavian girls were built like you, I would have had our jet land in Minnesota, going and coming to Thailand. We fly right over that damn city most of the time if we leave from here."
"Well now you know Frank. And maybe there are tighter ones there than Amy and me. If you are partying with us, the white girls will let their guard down and you might score big time. To help lower their guard more, be sure Ann is with you; they will not think you will be putting the hit on them if she is there with you."
"I just might do that now that you mention the possibilities. Are there many to select from?"
"Ha, ha, ha! I do not go out looking for pussy, Frank. Well, I never used to anyhow, but now... The population in the area is 1,000,000, so there must a few there that you could find."
"Maybe we should put together a scouting party, ha, ha, ha."
"We should do that. All that white skin. Damn! Well getting back to my problem now."
"God, Heather, my little head has been doing a lot of thinking since I laid eyes on you, and fantasizing about you and Amy in doggie position; my little head wants to do its thing. It is so erotic to see such white skin, awesome buns, pink eye for ass-hole, dripping hot pussy and soft breasts that fill a guy's hands so nicely."
"Can we doggie, please, Heather? I need to do your ass; my balls hurt."
"Poor babe!"
"Do me Frank. I want to feel that juice shooting way into me from that black prick I have grown to love between your legs."
"Frank, may I ask you a rather personal question?"
"Sure, babe, what is it?"
"Many guys desire their balls to be massaged when doing doggie, but you have never asked. Don't you like it or do you think I might not like to do it?"
"God, Heather, I am pissed at myself now for cumming like a 19 year old. If you touch me there when I am fucking you, it would be like pulling a pin on a hand grenade."
I pull myself into him, grab his face and kiss his face all over.
"Frank, sweetie, I want to pull the pin as you are doing me doggie. I will feel so much closer to you if you let me. Believe me it will be very personal for me, so what if you blast off? I want you to enjoy my attentions a little and not worry if you are making me happy. You and Ann have made me happier than you will ever know. Please let me be even happier and let me do it. I really want to be holding that sack as it is giving me its sweet stuff and you are enjoying a cum that you can get completely lost in."
"Sure, babe, if it makes you happier. Knowing that it pleases you will make it much better for me when you pull the pin. Damn you are such a sweetheart."
"Frank, sweetie, I won't ask all the time. I just want to do it so much now. If I had balls they probably would be hurting just like yours; I want to do it so much!"
His mouth and hands go to work on my tits. I am so wet and am having mini cums from his manipulations, knowing already where we are headed.
I let my hands feel for that magic wand that will be doing things inside of me, shortly.
Mmmmm, it is so hard and throbbing. I give his sack a soft, gentle squeeze and roll the nuts around ever so slowly. I grasp his nuts and put pressure on as if I am going to squeeze them hard, but I just squeeze them ever so lightly. God, he's growling into my neck and sucking hard. Oh God, is he going to leave his love brand? "Aaahhh!"
I look at his cock and I see pre-cum running like a leaky faucet from the tip of his cockeye. I almost feel sorry for him for getting him so worked up. I pull his cock to my mouth, lick the pre-cum off, and then take the head into my mouth. Frank moans with pleasure.
I then release it and get into doggie position.
Frank slips his black cock into my slippery, hot, love tunnel. He inserts it ever so slowly. Frank is thrusting so smoothly, holding lightly onto my hipbones.
Frank is now pulling out and placing it at my other door leading to the dark tunnel. He keeps reaching around and is getting more lubrication. He keeps coating his black cock with it as it is burying itself deeper into my inner places. Frank just moves it a little farther after each small pullback.
Oh God, it feels so good there in my ass. Maybe because I know Frank loves my ass-hole. Frank's cock feels like a hot steel rod there.
"Oh, babe, you have an awesome ass to fuck. I just can not get enough of you. I wish I had two cocks, one for each hole. You are the hottest white bitch I have ever had my cock in. Where have you been all my life? I wish you would not turn me on so. I'd like to pound your bottom orifices for hours but damn...aaaaaaahhhh!"
Frank reaches around, cups my breasts and goes to slow ass fucking. He is rocking us both back and forth as he withdraws and reenters me. He fondles my tits and pulls on them for advantage as he goes back in. On the way out, he pinches my nipples. He does the same routine repeatedly. I know that if I touch his sack, it will be like a trip wire as the guy's say. I feel my nipples hardening and elongating more and more into the palm of his hands as he massages my soft, pliable boy toys.
I close my eyes and let it build. I let my mind drift to thinking, 'Oh Frank, ask me to be your slut. I will let you cum any place you want. Any left over sperm that Ann has not taken, I will be happy to have. This island and the people have done things to me that I love. I don't want to go back to my old self, that one has missed out on so much pleasure.'
I feel him trying to slow himself down to prolong the fucking of my ass.
I manage to take a hand off the bed and reach for his right hand, taking it and placing it on my pussy mound. I want my clit toyed with.
Frank goes for the clit with no hesitation, God, the soft manipulations.
Frank has raised one leg for support, resting the foot on the bed. I must be just right thigh height for him because he is sliding in/out effortlessly, in/out, in/out.
"My God, Heather, I wish we could stay connected like this but that damn thing in you wants to explode."
I have gotten myself so hot thinking of holding his sack as he unloads that I am ready to lift off.
"Frank, sweetie, I'm going to pull your pin. I can't hold out and I don't want you shooting with-out my hand there."
I move my hand across his and go for the family jewels.
I make contact and lock on.
I feel him arching his back, grabbing my hips, shoving that cock of his deeper than he ever has, and blasting my insides with his hot jism. God that sack is tight against his cock base and my pussy door. My God, the roar of pleasure coming from his lips is ear splitting.
We both are enjoying the immense pleasure of the coupling. I open my eyes, when something warm sprays on my arm as I am holding his balls and in the middle of my cum. OH, OH! This is what Harry and Amy felt! Oh my God!
Neither of us can speak, because we are panting so hard.
Frank will not let me collapsed. I am impaled on his cock and he is holding me at the hips and I am hanging like a wet rag.
I settle some, then I hear, "Heather, hon', may I crawl under you and get my breakfast as Frank pulls out?"
"I do not expect you to eat me. I just want you to lay your head by my pussy, close your eyes and float like you have never before. I know both of you had one of your best cums together and there will be lots of drinking to do."
"Sure, Ann; Are you sure you do not want me to eat you?"
"I'm sure, hon'."
I lift my chest and an arm; she scoots back under to my pussy that must be really dripping sticky cocktail mix. I lower myself to rest my head near her pussy mound.
Frank begins new thrusting. God he is doing it slow. Damn he is horny. He has not gotten soft. What have I done to this guy? Oh my God. Is Ann going to get pissed if this keeps up between us?
Ann is licking me slowly, not flicking, and just slow rolling my clit with her tongue tip and mouth over my entire pussy.
I have my head resting near Ann's pussy.
Her pussy lips are so swollen and I can see the beads of liquid forming and running like perspiration in the valley of lips. My God her essence is just awesome to my sensory organ. I love lying here and inhaling her fragrances.
Oh God, they have me climbing again, Oh God, Oh God! I know my cumming is going to happen.
"God, Ann, I just can not get enough of this white ass. It is so fucking tight and hot."
Frank's cock is so hard. When I want to squeeze it, nothing gives. It is like a steel rod.
Frank reaches around and cups my breasts forcing me to lift myself so he can get to them.
Now he begins some serious thrusting into my ass again. I am getting ready for the gush of his baby making nectar, that sticky goo that his wife wants to have for breakfast. God does he have any left?
I have decided to lock onto Ann's clit and moan my cum onto her clit when her husband erupts.
I feel him stiffen, arch, and then moan, "It's cuuuumm...!
"Heeeaaattthhheeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
"UUUUUmmmffff!
"AAAWWWW!
"UUUNNGGGHH!"
I cum and groan onto her clit with every one of his blasts; Ann is moaning and slurping at my clit.
She goes into convulsions. God my nose is almost inside her hot gushing cunt. I am actually inhaling some of her cum into my nose.
Frank rolls us to our sides but I am still impaled on his cock after we have come down from the mountain.
We are panting as if we are marathon runners. I hear, "My God! Are you guys at it again?"
It is Amy's voice. None of us have strength to say anything.