My special thanks to a 'follower' Annette for sharing her most welcome personal family stories and for her enthusiastic and generous permission to publish.
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Azzo greeted Monica in the Kingston/Manley airport with a tentative hug at first, but then warmed to the role of being 'her Black husband' very quickly in case any onlookers were observing. He was thrilled to feel her arms go around his neck and her big firm breasts push hard into his hard-muscled chest. She didn't seem in any hurry to release his grip as he kissed her briefly on the lips. He whispered an apology for being somewhat rude and direct with her in the past.
She was his boss's latest white wife sex partner whom The Dr had carefully seduced and then went into 'partnership' with her as a consultant for his overseas clients. She was a gorgeous addition to The Dr.'s team and shared The Dr's bed, so Azzo thought he had better watch his p's and q's around her.
She whispered back a sincere thank you and that she was most relieved to be back in Jamaica. She felt it was wonderful if Azzo was on her side and could be trusted. She felt very safe and protected.
The Dr had once again been 'there for her' she smiled. and offered Azzo another kiss on the mouth as a thank you. His big lips softened on hers and she felt sure his tongue had briefly touched her lips. But in the heat and rush, she wasn't sure -
maybe she was imagining things, surely every black man here wasn't trying to seduce her! But she briefly thought of her troubles in London and how Georges had provided such protection and sexual satisfaction, but that was in the past and here she was in another black man's arms and seemingly her horniness had returned as she felt the familiar warmth between her legs.
She wondered if perhaps in the past she had been too harsh on Azzo.
In fact, she remembered other than staring at her ample chest he had never done anything untoward, and heavens, most men of all ages had stared at her body since she was fifteen, that didn't mean anything she felt sure. She was proud of her obvious assets and showed them off. So what if men looked?
Just cause they looked, or even stared, didn't mean they were bad people.
She must make a point of being more friendly to Azzo, he would appreciate it she was sure.
His boss, The Dr., had not suggested kissing her, his pride and joy, but since he wasn't there Azzo decided to take a few risks, hell he might not be allowed this special treat ever again! To say he was delighted when he felt her ever so faintly allow his tongue to slip very briefly between her lips, or was he dreaming?
His cock had immediately thickened, which was usually the sign.
It had been many months since he had dropped her off to fly to England.
He had almost forgotten what a stunning beauty she was. God, she was hot.
She seemed to radiate sex even though she was dressed in a rather odd, decidedly unsexy, outfit.
"Oh darling, I have missed you all so much, I can't wait to get the three of you home." Azzo smiled broadly, his white teeth gleaming in stark contrast to his coal-black African skin. He hugged Monique again pressing his semi-erection into her. She smiled up at him. God, he feels huge she thought. Why was it the black men in Jamaica were so well endowed? She knew she should not pursue that line of thinking as she was sure The Dr. would want to fuck her later.
She was mistaken as It was the night that The Dr was entertaining 'his' two graduating students. He had set this up weeks earlier, well before learning that Monique was in need of rescuing in Britain. and that hed altered his plans
somewhat.
The teenage white girls admired the six-foot four-inch black man, acting as their 'father' who towered over them and both giggled as they patiently waited their turn for his affection. He could feel his cock shift and further thicken as the first blond teen stretched up to demand his attention. The girls had been prepped. They knew it was time, at their age to understand that older men of all races would desire them, wanted them, and it was past time to put away the childish young boys from high school and date mature men.
They both were more than ready to meet black men to date. They were horny from kissing each other quite romantically in the gloom of the aircraft and the privacy of their first-class seats. They talked endlessly about the male flight attendant who fussed over them and encouraged them to kiss and feel each other's ripe perfect bodies while he watched them make out from the servery area stroking his black cock. They could see him add his spit to his huge erection to make it glisten, seemingly offering it to their white wet warm lips.
They were excited by their freedom from rules and regulations and their bodies were primed and ready for sexual healing. The healing that would come when their absolute frantic obsession with interracial sex became reality.
Monica smiled, and exclaimed:
"Heavens Azzo, you look so different, I almost didn't recognize you!
"This is Buffy, she has been dying to meet you, she has heard so much about my gorgeous black husband."
They all laughed briefly at the mention of the ruse.
Buffy flicked her long straight blond hair back over her shoulders in a flirtatious manner looking all the world like an experienced young woman older than her just barely eighteen years.
She didn't flinch as his hands lightly slipped around her, resting on the back of her bra strap through her thin white blouse, her straight almost white-blonde hair cascading down to her waist.
Drinking their share of wine on the plane helped the two girls get over any sexual inhibitions if indeed they had any. And besides, they had read about the wild, horny local black men of Jamaica who took great liberties with young white girls!
Buffy and Sally were not about to quibble about older black hands taking a few liberties and wandering on their ripe and sweet young bodies.
It was thrilling not to be nagged by teachers.
It was thrilling to not be fussed over by protective parents.
It was thrilling to anticipate what might soon happen to them.
It was thrilling to think that all their speculation about black men would soon be realized.
And no-one would stop them!
It was great to be on their own, all grown up young women, they could do what they wanted.
It was thrilling to make all their own decisions.
They were sure the black men would do what they wanted anyway so who were they not to cooperate for heaven's sakes!
Although they were anxious to see if what their teaching assistant had said would take place. She had a black boyfriend and thrilled them with stories about him when she was covering classes for absent or sick old lady teachers.
They felt all grown up now, at eighteen, and without parents around they could celebrate as much as they wanted! The beach boys would be counting on it, another new batch of sexy white girls being delivered every few days to The B&W Resort meant that if some of them denied the privilege of sucking them off and taking black cock in their white pussy for the first time it didn't matter, the boys would relocate to another beach bar and stroll around to find others.
The older women were not so selective. That's what they traveled all those miles, and spent their savings on, a nice clean room and a black lover, or several at once.
The married ones were different. They generally were more aggressive and sought companionship when their flabby white husbands played golf badly, many wives would openly flirt and encourage much younger black boys to fuck them. Some wives even demanded it in the swaying warm waves of the ocean!
"Anything goes in Jamaica, mon, anything you want mama, just ask" they would almost sing. The women didn't care who was watching, who was judgmental.
'Wandering hands' were a fact of life in Jamaica, girls were used to it happening in drug stores and supermarkets, not to mention the bars which never 'carded' anyone, ever, and it was commonplace to give the bartenders a feel in return for not asking their ages,
It was naughty. It made them seem so much older. Some would soon realize that bartenders would slip them an extra rum punch with the promise of a blowjob in the bushes or down on the dark beach. Constant erotic music, couples, and singles all on the make, rum, and the waft of 'ganja mon' in the air. It was most difficult to keep their tops on and their legs closed if indeed they even tried.
Their teaching assistant said she had given handjobs regularly, and even a first date blowjob if she liked the black guys. The 'TA' told the girls that she didn't mind if the guys came in her mouth, but she drew the line at 'swallowing their generous cum', but she did add: "I'm not saying you can't do it if you want, and I'm not saying I NEVER swallowed. I am just saying it is your choice."
It was all so exciting. They loved her classes!
But clearly the girls got mixed messages from her.
They were now finished their time at their English all-girls boarding school.
It was time to party!
Sally put up her arms, "My turn." She exclaimed with her face flushed.
Her nipples aroused in anticipation of hugging the rugged, tough-looking black man.
"NO!" said Azzo sharply, "I am supposed to be rescuing you AND as your concerned husband and father, we have got to get moving, Liam needs your baggage claims."
He put his arm protectively around Monica's waist and directed her towards the private hallway he had entered through earlier with the Head of Security. She loved being protected, and valued,
"Oooh, yes, let's do get going." Monica sighed as she felt the familiar warmth spreading in her loins. "Be quick, Sally, I am sure your 'father' will make it up to you at the mansion."
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