Cyn's Resort

CHAPTER FIVE

Freshly showered and with Cyn's sexy yellow bikini back in place, she and Jim made their way to the largest of the resort's numerous pools. Wonderfully shaded by numerous palm trees and with lush tropical plants and flowers surrounding the deck, Cynthia couldn't help but smile as she looked at everything. It was paradise as far as she was concerned. Being thoroughly fucked by Devon didn't harm her outlook on life either.

"Cyn, over here!"

The mention of her pet name caused her to turn, where she spotted June, the woman she'd met on the bus last night, waving to her from a pair of loungers under a palm-frond umbrella poolside. The red-haired woman waved to her as she sat next to her husband, both of them wearing their bathing suits. They were wearing sunglasses, as were Cynthia and Jim. Cynthia felt that it made them feel like movie stars, seeking some degree of anonymity in this tropical Garden of Eden, this 'Black Cock Utopia', safely tucked away from the curious eyes of anyone they might know, anyone who'd find their transgressions to be of speculative interest.

"June," Cynthia called out as she waved to her new friend and walked over to join them. "You look fabulous." The redhead certainly, did, her curvy body gloriously displayed in an vivid purple bikini that set off her red hair magnificently. Cynthia couldn't help but notice the woman's sizable breasts packed into the structured top of her bikini, the warm pale flesh oozing out over the tops of the curving bra cups. They weren't as big as Cynthia's, but close.

"Sit here, my dear," June said as she tapped the chaise next to her where her husband was sitting. "Robert, why don't you sit next to Jim so Cynthia and I can have a little girl-talk?"

"Of course, dear," Robert replied before motioning for Jim to join him in two loungers under the next tiki umbrella a few feet away.

Cynthia drew off her coverup and tossed it over the back of the lounger.

"Oh my, like I said last night," June said, her eyes raking over Cynthia's huge rack. "You're going to be a real hit here. With a pair of girls like you've got, you're going to be very popular."

"Oh, thank you," Cynthia replied as she sat down, feeling somewhat embarrassed, yet excited, by the woman's comment. She noticed June looking at her curiously.

"What's happened to you, my dear?" June asked. "You're positively glowing."

Cynthia shrugged, unable to keep the smile off her face. "I just had a massage."

June started nodding. "Ah yes. That would explain why you're smiling like the cat that just ate the canary. Which canary gave you your massage?"

"Devon."

"Oh well, that explains it even more. His is quite a specimen, isn't he?"

"Oh god yes. He was incredible."

"I assume you had the 'deep tissue massage'?"

Cynthia smiled and nodded. "Deeper than I've ever had before." Cynthia paused and looked over her shoulder, happy to see that Jim and Robert were talking amongst themselves and not paying attention to her and June. "Tell me, are they all as good at giving those deep massages as Devon?"

A broad smile broke out over June's face. "Yes, dear, they certainly are. Every single one. I'll tell you, you'll probably have more 'massages' this week that you can imagine, and every one will be nice and deep, and just as good as the one Devon just gave you."

Cynthia shivered at the thought of it.

"Robert's scheduled a massage for me with Devon at three this afternoon. By the look on your face, it looks like he's in prime condition today. I can't wait."

"You'll love it, trust me."

"Was that why we didn't see you at breakfast this morning? Did you stay in your room until you had your massage?"

"No. We didn't intend to, but we slept in. We ended up just ordering room service a short time ago and had it on the balcony in our room."

"Ah, slept in," June said with a knowing nod. "Up late sampling some of the local fare?"

Cynthia looked over and found June smiling at her as she tipped her sunglasses down, a definite twinkle in her flashing green eyes. Cynthia smiled back at the woman. "I guess you could say that. I was kind of hungry to try something local and so we ordered some late-night room service."

June nodded. "I did that myself last night. A nice way to start the week. Tell me, did you enjoy what they brought you?"

"Oh, I did, very much. Their local selections were so good that I ended up trying three different ones."

A broad smile came over June's face. "Oh my, you were hungry, weren't you?"

"I think I was, but I had a full belly when it was all said and done."

"No wonder you slept in. I would have too." June paused as she settled back, turning her face up towards the sun. "Isn't it beautiful here?"

"I love it, just love it," Cynthia replied, breathing deeply, the soft warm air and the invigorating sunshine making her feel more alive than ever. She smiled as she looked around the pool, seeing many other couples just like themselves, and all looked over the age of forty. She found it more comforting than she had imagined to see so many there for the same reason as them.

"It's so peaceful here, isn't it?" Cynthia said as she continued to look around, all of the mature women revealing their mature curves in their bathing suits, their husbands hanging on their words attentively.

"It's generally fairly quiet in the mornings. Things get a little busier in the afternoon," June replied. "You'll see."

A minute or so later, a young black man carrying a tray approached their group. "Anything to drink, Miss?" he asked, looking at each of them in turn.

"Is the Black Swallow Bar open yet?" June asked as Cynthia was just about to order a lemonade.

"Yes, Miss. It opened a few minutes ago."

"Wonderful. My friend and I will go there for an aperitif before lunch." She turned to Cynthia. "That's okay with you, isn't it, my dear?"

"Well I..." Cynthia replied, not sure what was going on at all.

"Trust me," June said as she waved her hand, "you'll love it. But I'm sure the boys here would love something to drink."

"They're not coming with us?" Cynthia asked as June grabbed her hand and pulled her up out of her chair.

"No. They'll be fine here on their own for a few minutes. Besides, the Black Swallow Bar is the only place in the whole resort where husbands aren't allowed."

"Really?" Cynthia asked, totally flummoxed as June pulled her along. "Why not?"

"You'll see soon enough. But I guarantee you'll love it."

While their husbands ordered drinks, June took Cynthia's hand and led her along one of the winding pathways to another part of the resort.

"June, I have to tell you, Devon was incredible. He was SO BIG. He was able to touch me in places I've never been touched before."

"Your first time with a black man?"

"Yes. I've been thinking about it for a while now, but that was the first time actually having one inside me."

June smiled and nodded. "I tell you, girl, you're hooked now. You'll never go back to the way things were before."

"Are they all that big here?"

"Uh-huh. They definitely are. You'd be lucky to find any at home that have cocks like the men they have working here, although I've been lucky enough to find a couple."

"You...you have black lovers at home?"

"Yes. I have couple of young bulls at home who take care of me regularly. Much like I can see with your Jim, my Robert encourages it. He knows how much it takes to satisfy me, and those young black guys can definitely do it." June paused as Cynthia gaped at her, open-mouthed. "It's nowhere the same as being here, when you can get fucked for hours on end all week long, but it does serve to scratch that itch, if you know what I mean."

June gave Cynthia a naughty wink, which made Cynthia shiver at the thought of what June had just said, about 'getting fucked for hours on end, all week long.' That definitely sounded like heaven to Cynthia.

"Ah, here we are," June said as they approached an area with lush hedges which soared at least eight feet high, the paved walkway piercing an opening in the thick hedge. Over the opening was another of those metal sculptures, this time with a pair of birds, swallows, silhouetted against the brilliant blue sky beyond. A small metal sign was posted next to the opening: 'BLACK SWALLOW BAR, FEMALE GUESTS ONLY'.

Cynthia was definitely curious as she followed June through the opening to the space beyond. Once beyond the opening, she could see that the hedge surrounded a rectangular pool, much smaller than any of the other pools she'd seen on the rest of the resort grounds. The soaring hedge provided privacy for all those inside. Near one end of the pool was a small wooden building with a raised shutter facing the pool with a number of stools in front of a counter. Cynthia could see two men working behind the bar, with a variety of bottles and drink machines behind them. But as she looked around the pool, she knew that serving area wasn't the reason for name, the 'Black Swallow Bar'.

Surrounding the pool were numerous lounging chairs and, currently, three young black men were sitting in loungers at various locations. Kneeling before each of them was a mature white woman, busily sucking their cocks. Each woman was kneeling on a cushion, much like the one Cynthia had used in their suite when she'd sucked off Lamont the night before.

"See, I told you you'd love it," June said, seeing Cynthia smile as she watched the three women bob their heads up and down. "Now, let's go order."

"Miss June, so happy to see you again," one of the men behind the bar said as the two women approached, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.

"Good morning, Andre, it's nice to be back," June said as she plunked herself down on one of the stools and patted the one next to her, where Cynthia joined her.

"You're looking as beautiful as ever, Miss," the bartender said as he let his gaze linger blatantly on June's ample cleavage. Cynthia could see that this black man was older than most of the others they'd encountered so far, but he was still very handsome and pleasant. "And who's your friend?"

"This is Cynthia. It's her first time here."

"Ah, I see. How are enjoying your stay so far, Miss Cynthia?"

Cynthia still found it hard to being addressed like that, but the man's brilliant smile made her feel comfortable and relaxed. "We just got here last night, but I've loved everything so far."

"I'm glad to hear it. Anything we can do to be of service, don't hesitate to ask."

"Which reminds me," June interjected, "Andre, give us a couple of glasses of lemonade and two of the usual?"

"Of course, Miss June." Andre turned and held up two fingers. The other man helping him behind the bar nodded and disappeared behind a partition.

"Two of the usual?" Cynthia asked June quietly.

June waved her hand in the air. "You'll see. Just be patient, my dear."

Once they'd been seated, Cynthia had noticed that behind the bar, the building extended much further than she'd originally thought. She could hear mumbled voices further back, and what sounded like a shower running. As if reading her mind, June spoke.

"That area back there is kind of like a locker room for some of the staff members here. They can get changed, get cleaned up, whatever they need to do."

"If you'd like to find a spot," Andre said as he nodded towards the pool, "I'll have your drinks brought right out."

"Wonderful. Thanks, Andre," June said as she slid off the stool and made her way to a pair of loungers parked under a tiki umbrella, the dried palm fronds forming a comfortable shaded area beneath.

Cynthia followed June's example and sat in one of the loungers, her eyes magnetically going back to the three women busily sucking off black men sprawled forward in the loungers. "So, this is why it's called the Black Swallow Bar."

"Yes, a wonderful name, don't you think?" June replied with a smile as Andre's assistant walked up and placed two icy glasses of lemonade on the table between them.

"Mmm, that tastes good," June said as they both took a sip.

As Cynthia set her glass down, her eyes were drawn to two young black men heading their way, both dressed in plush white robes with the resort's logo on the left breast. Each carried one of the formed cushions.

"Time to assume the position," June said as she got out of the lounger and stood before it. Unsure of what to do, Cynthia followed suit.

The two gentlemen placed the cushions on the pool deck in front of the chairs and sat down, but not before undoing the sashes on their robes and draping them open to each side.

"Enjoy your cocktail," June said as she gave Cynthia a wink before dropping to her knees in front of one of the men.

Cynthia watched in awe as June leaned forward and lifted the black man's sizable cock to her mouth. Her ovaled lips slid over the dark purple knob and Cynthia heard the older woman start to purr once she had the flared cockhead safely trapped within her mouth. Cynthia felt herself salivating as she turned to the young man in front of her, his cock just as big as the ones she'd sucked last night.

"Here you go, Miss, a nice big straw for you to suck on," the man in front of her said as he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking it towards her, the veiny shaft quickly stiffening before her eyes. "I can guarantee you'll get a nice creamy drink when you're done."

Those words alone had Cynthia kneeling on the cushion in seconds flat. She stared at the mushroom-shaped knob as if hypnotized as the guy slowly stroked it, the cockhead puffing up and growing right towards her. As if drawn in by a magnet, she found herself leaning forward, her mouth opening further and further as she got closer, until her lips slid smoothly over the flared head, following the contours of the enormous knob until she had it engulfed in her hot drooling mouth, her lips continuing to slide further down the stiffening shaft.

"Mmm..." Cynthia found herself purring just as June had, her salivary glands working like crazy as she pushed a big wad of hot spit to the front of her mouth, her tongue rolling all over the beautiful cock in her mouth. She glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw June's head bobbing rhythmically up and down as she sucked off the other young man. Not to be outdone, Cynthia started moving her head up and down as well, slick gobs of saliva leaking out of the corners of her mouth and running obscenely down the man's thrusting black cock.

"Oh, that's it, Miss, you certainly are good at that," her young man said as her hand came forward and circled the throbbing shaft, her fingers coming nowhere near to closing around the impressive girth. Cynthia pumped her hand as she sucked, loving the taste of precum sluicing out onto her tongue. She loved what she was doing, servicing this huge black cock, just as she'd dreamed of doing while she'd been watching all those pornos. She couldn't believe her dream had come true, thanks to Jim. Even though she was here on her knees, sucking the cock of a total stranger, she felt like she loved Jim more than ever before for giving her this wonderful anniversary gift.

"Ahh...yes, Miss...here you go," the young man said as Cynthia felt his cock give a little twitch just before he started to ejaculate. The size of the first milky rope surprised her, the massive glob of semen spewing forcefully into her mouth like he'd turned on a fire hose. She found she had to swallow right away, and what felt like a pint of sperm went right into her belly. She felt her pussy creaming like mad as he continued to shoot, gobs and gobs of warm creamy cum filling her mouth. And still he kept coming, pumping her mouth full time and again with his viscous seed. Cynthia swallowed every drop, loving the intense masculine flavor as the thick wads of cum slid luxuriously down her throat.

When he was finally done and she continued to nurse at his drooling cock-tip, Cynthia looked out from the corner of her eye and saw June swallowing a mouthful as well, both men coming with seconds of each other. She and June gave their respective cocks a loving kiss on the tip as the men stood up, pulled their robes around them, and walked back to the wooden hut without a single word being spoken.

June took her spot on the lounger, taking a long sip of her lemonade. "Mmm, that hits the spot before lunch, doesn't it?"

"I'll say," Cynthia concurred, downing some of her drink as well. "Man, I love this place."

"So I take it you enjoyed your cocktail?"

"Mmm, it was wonderful. But you know, I was just thinking...we never even knew their names."

"Does it really matter?" June asked, shrugging her shoulders.

Cynthia thought about what June had just said. "You know, you're right, it doesn't matter at all. It was still incredible."

"I knew you'd enjoy a nice aperitif before lunch. What do you say we make it a double, okay?"

Cynthia paused as she looked over a June, a broad smile on the woman's face. "Wha--" Cynthia started before June interrupted her.

"ANDRE!" June called out, turning towards the bar and holding up two fingers. "Two more, please."

"Yes, Miss," Cynthia heard Andre answer as he turned and signalled to his helper once more.

"Do you really think we should...?"

"I can see it written all over your face, Cyn. You'd love to suck more black cock, wouldn't you?"

Cynthia felt herself turning red. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Don't sweat it, girl. We're all like that here. Ah, here we go."

Cynthia looked up to see two different young black men approaching, just as handsome as the last two.

*

Ten minutes later, both she and June were wiping their mouths, their bellies full of a second load of cum.

"Well, now you know all about the Black Swallow Bar," June said as she took Cynthia's arm as they made their way back to join their husbands.

"Do you think we can come again?" Cynthia asked wistfully as she looked over her shoulder at the towering hedge and the metal sculpture adorning the entrance, the two black swallows seeming to call out to her to return.

"We can come as often as you like, but let's get some real food inside us. I think you're going to need your strength to get through the rest of the day. You know what they say, 'Women can't live on cum alone', or can they?"

Both women chuckled as they rejoined their husbands, the two men sitting poolside with glasses of beer beside them.

"Did you have a good time, dear?" Jim asked.

"A very good time. That Black Swallow Bar is the perfect place for a quick cocktail."

"Excellent. I'm glad you liked it." The smile on her husband's face told Cynthia that Robert had filled him in on what that bar was all about. Again, she loved Jim even more for his understanding of what she needed.

"Great, are you girls ready for some lunch?" Robert asked. "I'm starving."

"I could do with a little more in my belly," June said, absentmindedly rubbing her cum-filled stomach. "What about you, Cynthia?"

"Yes. Like you said, I might need to keep my strength up."

*

Lunch in the buffet was an interesting affair, at least as far as Cynthia was concerned. The place was bright and cheery, with most tables filled with couples much like themselves. Cynthia was quick to notice that all staff working in the Dining Room were black males of various ages, all in excellent physical condition. But it was the level of service that she found most intriguing. At a few of the tables, the waiters were standing next to women who were turned sideways in their seats, sucking their cocks right there in front of everyone.

Cynthia had been shocked at first, but was quickly getting used to the way things were here at the 'Endless Bulls' resort. While some women were orally pleasuring their servers, a number of others were sitting with their legs spread apart while their husbands were busy under the table, gratefully licking their wives' pussies. Cynthia was quick to realize why many women were wearing bikinis or two-piece bathing suits instead of one-pieces; it was much easier to whip off a pair of bikini bottoms when you were in a hurry to get your pussy licked. She even saw one woman jerk her waiter off right onto her pasta, just as Carnell had done into her coffee earlier that morning. Another woman at a nearby table was so inspired by what she'd just seen that she summoned four of the waiters over and they each took turns frosting the piece of cake she'd ordered. Cynthia was blown away by it all as she watched the woman eagerly devour her cake, and vowed to enjoy everything the facilities had to offer.