Nikki couldn't stop smiling as she led Charles to the cabin. Her fingers and lips tingled. She felt like a child whose parents had given her permission to the very thing that none of the other kids could do, the thing that had consumed her thoughts for such a long time that part of her felt like she'd already experienced it.
And yet, nervousness accompanied her adrenaline rush as she reached the door. This was no simple seduction like the one with the two guys on St. Martin. This was more than sex. Totally new territory in every way. But it was territory she desperately longed to traverse. She let go of Charles's hand and went inside peeling her dress off as she went in one easy motion while sliding her tiny panties off with her other hand she turned to face him dressed only in her heels.
When the tall black man entered the cabin and saw that she was already standing naked before him, she saw all the emotions she'd hoped to see cross his face: first shock, then fear, then longing, and finally, relief.
"Nikki," he whispered. A wonderful husky quality infused his voice.
"I couldn't wait," she said, just before she stepped forward and entered his cabin. He'd barely shut the door behind her when they were in each other's arms, continuing the kiss that had ended so prematurely less than an hour before.
The connection between them now was unfettered by trepidation or fear. She felt his desire flowing through his body and coming off his skin. He'd kissed her with some slight reservation on deck, probably leery of being attacked by Ed. Now, though, he held nothing back, and as his tongue sought hers, everything she felt for him came back to her in a surge of heat from him.
He hadn't had time to slip out of his clothes and still worse his shorts and lightweight shirt. Pressed against him in their passionate embrace, their skin touched in the spots that the clothes didn't cover. Her hands worked quickly to expose more of his body—she yanked at his sleeves and fumbled to untie his belt. She needed more, wanted more, demanded more. Seconds later, the exquisite smoothness of him was hers to enjoy, from the chiseled chest to the firm abdominals.
It was true that his mouth surpassed any she'd ever known for pure sensuality. It was also true that his height and stature made her feel safer than she'd ever felt with any other man. But it was that cock—that huge, wondrous cock—that pushed her toward delirium.
The image of it in the shower a few days before had kept her pussy moist ever since. She would get weak whenever she recalled its amazing proportions and the contortions that might be necessary to fit it into any hole on her body.
And now, here it was, pressing against her belly, assuring her that soon it would be hers. Was she ready to accommodate a cock this size? Could any woman do it and not hurt herself? Throughout their kiss, she prepared herself to look at the cock she'd been wet for all day, the cock that was now hard and perhaps even bigger than it was before.
His big hands cupped her ass cheeks while he kissed her. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand to his massive meat and was so stunned by what she found, that she broke their kiss and stepped away from him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, panic blazing in his eyes.
She felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. Her eyes were fixed on all twelve inches of his hard-on. She had never stammered in the face of a woody before but this! This was something entirely new.
"I'm sorry, Charles. It's just that you're so ... large," she whispered. Even as she said it, though, she wanted it between her lips. She wanted to kneel before it and anoint it with kisses of adoration. But she couldn't move. Its size transfixed her.
He let out a low, deep laugh. "Don't tell me you're afraid," he said affectionately.
"I ... I just never knew they came in this size," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's like a work of art, Charles. A colossal work of art."
He laughed and crossed his arms, then clenched and manipulated a few key muscles that triggered a sweeping wave of the artwork in question. She giggled in appreciation but his display of control actually heightened her nervousness.
"I can only guess what other tricks you can do with that thing," she said, finally getting to her knees because she suddenly had no other option.
She got very close to it, examining it as if she expected to find some aspect of it that would prove beyond any doubt that it wasn't human, after all. But as her eyes roamed the ebony head the size of workman's boot heel, she knew what it must be like for a man to come face to face with a truly beautiful woman. She understood the breathless immobility, the loss of control, the complete abandonment of the mind. This was everything she'd ever fantasized about yet now that it was before her, bigger and more beautiful than even her imagination had concocted, she was torn between staring at it and consuming it whole.
"Suck me, Nikki."
His voice, so deep and commanding, shook her from her reverie and propelled her firmly into the zone her body screamed for. She brought her face to the base of his monster cock, extended her tongue, and touched it to his shaft. As she followed a thick, pronounced vein up toward the tip, she took hold of his hard, muscled thighs.
From that moment on, not a single thought formed in her head. She was a bundle of hungers, drives, and needs, feeding them by whatever means were necessary.
She'd never opened her mouth so wide to accept cock—ever. But the pain didn't even register. Her lips were pulled to their limit and her jaw ached but that cock had to slide down her throat. She employed every trick she knew to relax her throat to accept every inch of Charles, and gradually, her gag reflex gave up and his tip tickled the part of her gullet that had previously only known food and drink.
But with that accomplishment came the need for more penetration. They seemed to realize it at the same time because suddenly, they were moving toward the bed, groping and kissing as they went. She instinctively laid on her back—she wanted to watch him when he fucked her.
He approached her with care, a loving gleam in his eyes that dissipated her fear even more. Holding his cock like the club that it essentially was, he pointed it as her dripping cunt. She prepared herself and spread her legs wider, but he surprised her by running his fingers along her wet pussy lips first.
"Fantastic," he muttered. "So juicy."
"Fuck me, Charles."
He was as gentle as he needed to be, but more important, he was as powerful as she expected him to be. His dick drove into her wetness carefully but it traveled at a speed that made her shout with joy. The sensations from her pussy forced her eyes to the back of her head. His strong hands gripped her calves and held them by the side of her face. He pushed deeper—she called out louder and longer.
She was her pussy. Utterly and entirely, she was the stretched pussy walls, the overtaxed hole, the slammed cervix. His friction was more intense because of the way he'd spread her, forcing the nerve endings in her cunt to congregate to the surface and absorb the relentless in-and-out motion he delivered.
She didn't know where her orgasm had begun. Nor was she sure where it officially ended. All she really knew was that for an extended period, the sensations that emanated from her pussy vacillated between sublime pleasure and magnificent pain.
When she'd lost her virginity years ago, the transition hadn't been all that memorable. Nothing truly changed within her that she could measure or even describe. But now, with Charles, the completeness of her surrender brought her close to tears. She was being plundered by a man with a cock so enormous, it would be impossible not to feel the effects of it. He "took" her as she longed to be taken, as every woman longs to be taken, in a sweeping blur of madness and affection, of respect and frenzy. Instead of losing something, she had the astonishing feeling that she'd gained passage into a new strata of womanhood.
And as this realization infiltrated her semi-conscious mind, Charles withdrew from her hole and erupted in a spectacular display of pleasure. Come shot up in obscene arcs above her body and landed in random spots on her face, breasts, and tummy. Ropes of it found their way into her hair, and one particularly large glob splattered prominently on her left cheek. His sac was even fuller than she could have hoped with hot, eager come. Without thinking, she rubbed all of it into her skin, grinning contentedly as she did so.
He smiled at her in a combination of pride and modesty. She propped herself up on her elbows to get another look at his prize penis.
"My God," she said, caught up in another wave of awe. "You leave me speechless."
"That's good, isn't it?" He held his black meat in his hand like it was a sausage he wasn't sure he wanted to cook yet.
"Oh, yes."
He laid by her side and she positioned herself to press her thigh against his cock. It felt reassuring to have it there.
His hand covered her breast. "I neglected these," he pointed out.
"Oh, I think there's plenty of time to make amends," she told him.
He brought his mouth to her alert, pink nipple. Even his tongue is huge, she noted silently as it licked her. The sight of his black face and pink tongue triggered another round of hunger in her, albeit less crazed than the first one.
"Can I ride you, Charles?" she asked, more out of lust than courtesy.
