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Saturday, December 29, 2007

Jennifer gives her all

For all intents and purposes, her body was the same one that had entered the Miss England contest a quarter century earlier. She ran her hands up the soft skin of her taut torso and cupped her big, full tits.

Turning slightly, she teased her ass cheek with her long fingers. That fleshy, jiggly mound had made a wanker of more than one randy Limey. Slapping her ass playfully, she slapped her ass playfully. I bet you'd like to get your hands on this, wouldn't you Rob? the British beauty mused as a pink palm print warmed her rump.

Maybe he'll spank me, Jennifer thought, or even ass fuck me!

Jennifer wasn't used to entertaining such kinky thoughts and the free association game her mind was playing with itself was overheating her entire sexual system. She had to close her eyes and grip the countertop as a miniature wave of an orgasm rippled along the nerve circuit connecting her clit, labia, vagina, anus and nipples.

Never had she and Steve done anything close to what she was now thinking and nearly producing a powerful, brain-induced climax. She breathed heavily as she felt liquid ardour pour past of her pretty, pampered, pussy petals.

SHIT!!! Jennifer thought as she used a hotel towel to mop between her thighs. I can't go meet Rob wearing this. I'll be soaking wet in seconds. Everybody will think I pissed myself -- except I'll smell like I was marinated in pussy sauce.For the past three days, Jennifer had been having difficulty restraining the liquidy flow that kept pussy lips foaming like a rabid Rottweiler. She knew she'd need some help containing the flow that Rob would cause when she saw him again on the beach. Just wearing her tiny suit would assure that. If his was even remotely as exciting as he'd promised, even that cotton tube in her vagina wouldn't be able to staunch her flood. Jennifer decided to press a second tampon inside her vagina.

Jennifer had donned a sundress before leaving the bathroom and Steve still hadn't seen her new bathing suit. Jennifer could feel that silver bead as it wobbled from one side of her clitoris to the other as she and Steve walked to a pair of unoccupied beach lounges.

When Rob finally appeared on the beach around noontime, the English couple were seated in the shade of an umbrella. Steve was again engrossed in the affairs of his business as presented on his laptop computer. Much to his dismay, his wife hadn't taken her dress off but he knew that would shortly change when he heard Rob's deep voice call out "Pretty Jenny and Mr. Steven."

Soon Jennifer was on her feet letting the dark young Jamaican lift her dress over her head. Steve was speechless when he saw his wife's virtually naked body. His breathing was no longer controlled by involuntary muscles and he had to will himself to take breaths. Jennifer was simply stunning. Then it was Rob's turn to lower his baggy shorts.

Rob's beach attire could no more be called a swimsuit than could Jennifer's...less so, in fact. The most honest description of what he wore would be a translucent, metallic-blue condom. The thin, cyan, cock wrapper clung to Rob's dick like it had been painted on. The dark, semi-sweet, chocolate color of Rob's skin glinted through the material causing Jennifer to catch her breath.

Rob's scrotum was encased in what appeared to be mosquito netting of the same color as the condom serving as his "swimsuit." The unique bathing apparatus was held in place by a thin, pink, satin ribbon that looped down and behind his scrotum then up and over the top of his cock where it was tied in a bow as if the young man's black genitals were a birthday present for Steve's wife. Rob's groin was completely shaved and the sheer beauty of the gift compelled Jennifer to rise to her knees like some sacred icon was being offered.

Even more exciting than the loveliness of the organ swaying before her face was the size of it. Jennifer couldn't believe the magnitude what she now ogled wantonly.

"How do you like it?" Rob asked, hands on hips, failing to even acknowledge that Jennifer had come to the beach nearly naked specifically for him.

"I...uh," Jennifer stammered, staring and speaking at the cock and not the man.

"I knew you'd like it!" Rob smiled, holding his hand to help the pretty Englishwoman to her feet.

"Don't worry Mr. Steven," Rob said knowing Jennifer's husband would be concerned, "I won't be ruining pretty Jenny...yet. The first date I just a give a blowjob. It's policy."

Jennifer's heart sank slightly as she bounced to her feet to accompany this perfect male specimen that had already done such great damage to her imagination. Almost immediately, however, her desire skyrocketed upward again. The thought of having a stranger's face between her thighs, especially this handsome, black stranger had her clitoris throbbing like a thumb slammed in a car door.

Things happened so quickly Steve didn't have time to offer a cautionary, "Just a minute..." before his wife was disappearing down the beach holding hands with a well built black man twenty years her junior.

Did Rob just say "date"? Steve asked himself when is cortex began firing synapses again. Was his gorgeous wife actually going on a date? The thought disturbed him in multiple ways, not the least of which was that the phallus hidden under the computer in his lap suddenly felt like it was constructed of concrete reinforced with titanium rods.

Like his spouse, Steve believed Rob had used "blowjob" as a generic term for oral sex and that the Jamaican hunk be the one whose mouth pleased his wife's genitals. It just didn't occur to him that a woman might have to compensate a man for the privilege of going down on him. Besides, as he knew first-hand from her regrettably few forays into fellatio, Jennifer wasn't particularly fond of sucking dick.

As soon as they were in Jennifer's hotel suite, Rob began by pressing down on her shoulders forcing her to kneel before that perfectly formed penis.

"But..." she began to protest, "I thought you were going to eat..."

Rob laughed his warm Jamaican chuckle, "No pretty Jenny, I remember saying I would give you a blowjob. There can be no mistaking what was to be done."

"B-but how can you give me a blowjob? It's the woman who gives those."

"Nooo pretty thing, this is an island style blowjob and the man gives that to the woman."

"How?" Jennifer was participating in the conversation but her eyes were focused on the beautiful blue package that dangled from Rob's crotch.

"Like this."

Rob began rubbing his fleshy organ against Jennifer's pretty face. He began to harden and he told Jennifer to unwrap him. She tugged at the pink bow, pulling the pink satin away from his scrotum and off, dragging his "beach wear" with it. The black-brown penis that, flaccid, dwarfed her husband's best erection transfixed her.

Rob let Jennifer satisfy her curiosity about black cocks. She touched it, kissed it, and stroked it with her hand...then both hands. Rob's erection grew until it pointed upward. Whatever it was that had made fellatio unattractive to her in the past miraculously evaporated as Rob moved his shaft toward her lips.

He placed a large hand atop her head and directed her mouth onto his dick. In the past, Jennifer had always maintained control whenever she sucked her husband. Now, something within her compelled her to allow him push farther down into her mouth than anyone had ever been. Rob was indeed giving her a blowjob and she had no intention of doing anything but encourage him.

Rob pushed too far and Jennifer choked. Pulling back, he allowed her to recover and catch her breath. Soon enough, he was assaulting her throat again. Tears came to her eyes and Rob allowed her to pull her mouth off him.

"I'm sorry," Jennifer whispered looking longingly up into Rob's eyes. "I really want to please you this way but I'm not sure I'm capable of doing what you want."

"Come with me," he said.

Rob led Jennifer over to the large glass patio doors that made up one wall of the room. From the small pouch he carried everywhere with him, Rob produced a small bottle with a nozzle tip. Positioning her so she faced the light, he asked her to open wide. Peering deep into her mouth, Rob spritized her epiglottis and back of her throat. The misted liquid tingled and tickled causing Jennifer to cough once and swallow.

"What's that?" Jennifer asked.

"Just a little desensitizing agent and lubricant," Rob answered. "It will help me enter your throat. Don't worry, you'll love it."

Within moments of kneeling again, Jennifer felt a euphoria she'd never known before. The spray obviously contained an elixir of some sort that elevated her desire to suck Rob's black cock a hundred times higher than her prior state, which was merely frantic.

Rob took Jennifer's head into his hands and began pushing his cockhead toward the back of her mouth. She felt no gag reactions whatsoever. She was so proud of herself for suddenly taking more cock in her oral cavity than she'd ever taken in her cunt. Her pride boiled her genital tissues and she struggled to contain a sensation she had never known before: the fellatrix's orgasm.

Before long, Rob had the English beauty lay supine across her bed with her head dangling over the side. Positioning himself, Rob began feeding his long, thick, black meat-whistle halfway down to Jennifer's tummy until his balls were tea bagging her patrician British nose.

As Rob made love to Jennifer's mouth with long, gentle strokes, her body became inflamed by the act she performed, or rather had performed upon her. She discovered she loved having a man give her a blowjob.

The manner in which the young Jamaican was violating her excited her beyond anything she could ever remember. Her nipples engorged to the point that a deep, throbbing, delicious pain set in and her miniature barrels of breast lust popped up and pushed out the twin stars of fabric that constituted the upper portion of her bathing suit.

Jennifer grabbed her nipples and began rolling them between her thumb and forefinger in a frenzied effort to enhance the psychological stimulation Rob's cock gave her each time he bottomed out against the puffy lips that guarded her oral cavern. Her pawing of herself quickly ripped off the stars and Rob watched the conquered British beauty pinching herself as she bucked her hips in a wild search for contact with something.

Jennifer began spasming frantically as an enormous orgasm wracked her body. It was like nothing she ever experienced from simple fucking, rippling across her entire body from her scalp to the soles of her feet. From somewhere off on the horizon, she could still feel Rob pounding his cock into her mouth and throat and when she heard that unmistakable grunt, she realized his cum would soon be filling her mouth.

The previously unthinkable suddenly became the most important thing in her life. Reaching her arms behind Rob's strong thighs, Jennifer pulled him into her mouth where she knew he'd be forced to unload his seminal cargo. As the scalding liquid bathed her throat and drained into her stomach, Jennifer started to drift to the edge of consciousness again. Her orgasm raged anew as she spread her legs wide on the bed letting her cunt throb out her pleasure openly.

Jennifer found Steve pacing the length and breadth of the hallway outside their suite when Rob finally unlatched the door and departed.

"Damn I've missed you," Steve said rushing to kiss his wife. Jennifer tried to speak nothing came out.

"How was it?" Jennifer's husband wanted to know. "Did he make you cum?" Jennifer nodded.

"More than once?" She nodded again.

"With his lips, I don't doubt it. How was his tongue?" Jennifer realized that like her, Steve thought that the "blowjob" Rob offered to give her meant cunnilingus, not fellatio.

"He didn't eat me," she said, struggling to whisper.

"Didn't eat you?" Steve replied, failing completely to understand. "He fucked you?" His wife shook her head.

"Then what?"

"He gave me a blowjob, just like he said he would," Jennifer whispered.

"I don't understand," Steve continued. "He put his cock in your mouth?" Jennifer nodded and smiled broadly.

"He fucked your mouth?" Another nod, another smile.

"Is that why you can't talk?" Nod. Smile.

"D-did he cum in your mouth?" Steve asked, remembering the kiss he'd given his wife earlier and wiping the back of his hand across his lips. Triple nod and bright smile.

"But you never let me..." Steve began before stopping himself. He wasn't sure he wanted to admit to himself that his wife was offering things to a black youth she barely knew but had denied him for their entire marriage.

" You want give me a blow job but you will suck off a black youth. She nodded her head. So can I get a blow job now to?" He asked hopefully, bravely smiling more than he felt. Jennifer rolled her eyes and shook her head, indicating her throat was too sore.

"Another time?" Steve continued, ever hopeful. His wife shrugged her shoulders.

"How did he get you to cum?" her husband wanted to know. Jennifer formed her fist into a letter "C" and pantomimed thrusting a cock into her mouth.

"Just by fucking you in the mouth?" She nodded and shrugged her shoulders again.

"That night as the couples gathered at tables outside the hotel, Jennifer and Lady Dalton both suffered from bouts "laryngitis." Emily just smiled and nodded wisely.

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