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Authors name: Jennifer Conners (address Unknown)
Story title : Jamacian Holiday
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Jamacian Holiday
by J. Conners
I raised my head slightly from the pillow, my eyes
centered, as were my partner's, on our point of union,
the point at which his long, thick cock was thrusting
into my cunt. I was twenty-three and had never been
fucked so well before. Now this lean, muscular man was
beginning to moan that he was going to cum in me.
His head bent back and his eyes rolled upward as he
began to growl and fuck me even harder than before. I
thought I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he
shot his load into me. I licked my lips with excitement
as I stared at the black body, balanced, cradled,
pumping between my spread thighs. His orgasm seemed to
go on for close to two minutes before his body began
to relax on top of mine.
It was surprising to me because this was his second;
I'd given him a blow job and sucked his first load
into my mouth in a cabana on the beach less than a
half hour earlier.
"Roll over," I said, "but don't pull out of me. I want
to cum, too."
We rolled over in the bed and, from my position on top
of him with his cock still hard inside me, I tightened
my stomach muscles and ground my clit against the base
of his cock. He reached for my tits, swinging in front
of his face, and rubbed the left one with both hands
while he sucked on my erect nipple. In a moment or two,
I had an orgasm I wanted.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, cum. Ohhhhh. Oh, God, I'm cumming."
The waves of my orgasm seemed to envelope my entire
body.
Then I lay still on top of him.
I had come to Jamaica for a mid-winter vacation, as
much to get away from the ski instructor I'd been fuck-
ing for the last four weeks as to get away from the
cold weather. I had turned 23 three months earlier. At
five-six and 120, I know I'm attractive to men. I have
short, light brown hair brushed away from my face which
a guy once described as terminally cute, blue eyes, and
what my father said was an electric smile. Those are
the obvious features.
On arriving at the hotel where I planned to spend a
long week, I'd changed into a bikini and headed for the
beach. The bikini bottom was cut high on the hips with
little more than a thong up the back, exposing most of
my round ass to view. I'd had my pussy waxed free of
hairs that might have shown at the crotch. The tit
pouches of the bikini were adjusted to show off my
perfect breasts; I was showing off the parts of my body
I felt were most attractive to men.
When I got to the beach, I was surprised to see that
most women were topless. Although I felt some reluc-
tance at first, I hadn't been in the sun more than
fifteen minutes before I decided to remove my top, as
well, and expose my tits to the Carribean sunshine. I
rubbed some sunscreen on my nipples to keep them from
burning and tanning lotion on the rest of my tits. It
excited me to think of the surprise some new lover
back home in Colorado would find in my fully tanned
tits. My nipples became erect from the thought and the
rubbing. As I looked around, sizing up the other women,
I realized I had the best tits on the beach.
As I sat there by myself, a slender, muscular man
detached himself from a group nearby and walked toward
me. As he approached, I could see the bulge in the
crotch of his French-style bathing suit. I wondered if
his cock were hard from looking as so many sets of bare
tits and round asses on the beach. And how long it
might be. I found him attractive, in an earthy, animal
way and wondered what it would be like to fuck him.
He introduced himself as Paul, one of the managers at
the hotel, and welcomed me to his island. I could see
that his eyes were alternately on my face and my tits
as he spoke. I felt my nipples get even more erect; I
could feel a mild pulse in the right one. He invited
me to join him at his cabana down the beach for a we-
lcoming drink. After brief consideration and more
conversation, I agreed.
I felt amazingly excited, walking down the beach with
a handsome and muscular man, whose crotch was bulging,
while I could feel my bare tits bounce with each step
I took through the sand. I realized my crotch was get-
ting wet from the excitement and hoped it wouldn't
soak through my bikini bottom.
At his cabana, he poured a rum drink for me from the
iced pitcher on the miniature bar and then one for
himself. He toasted to my happiness on the island, we
drank, and he put his glass on the bar. With no warn-
ing, he reached out and stroked my tits, running one
hand over both. To my surprise, I stood in my tracks
and, unwillingly, began to smile. Encouraged by my
response, he continued to rub them, now one in each
hand, and roll my erect nipples between his thumbs
and forefingers.
"We're by ourselves, here," he said softly.
I put down my drink and reached for his crotch, rubbing
his hard cock through his bathing suit. Then, without
hesitation, I pulled down his bathing suit and freed
his cock. It bobbed up in front of me, more than seven
inches of slender, hard, black meat.
At first I had thought to try and be as forward as him,
to see what he would dobut as I looked down at his
magnificent rod, I knew that I was going to fuckthis
man. I'd never been with a black man before, and the
prospect was strangelyexciting to me.
I sank to my knees on the sandy floor of the cabana and
stroked it with one hand, caressing the purple and
bulging cock head, then sliding my lips over it. I
began to suck gently on it and felt his hand move be-
hind my head, holding it in position, as he began to
thrust with his hips, taking control of the blow job,
fucking my mouth, fucking my face.
"That's good," he said. "Your mouth feels very good
around my cock. Let me fuck your face for a few
minutes, then I'll sit down and you can suck me until
I cum. Later, we'll go to your room in the hotel and
I'll fuck your cunt several times okay. Would you like
that?"
I hummed a, "Um, hum," positive answer as the thicken-
ing cock continued to fuck my mouth. I was thrilled by
the length of his cock and could imagine how it would
feel deep in my cunt. I kept my hand wrapped around
the base of it to keep him from putting too much of it
down my throat.
After a few minutes of face fucking, he released his
hand from my head and took his cock from my mouth.
"Over here please," he said as he sat in a folding
chair on the sand. I moved to the chair and continued
the blow job, my hand stroking his nuts and my lips
sucking and sliding across the head and the first
three or four inches of his cock.
Soon it was throbbing and spurting it's load of cum
into my mouth. It was a large load and a long cum; I
had to swallow four times. My companion, his orgasm
finished, smiled at me as I stroked and kissed his
now-softening cock.
"You're a swallower. You swallowed every drop of my
cum. That's good. Only the most sexually exciting
women swallow a man's cum."
"I like it," I said. "I like the taste of cum. It
seems to make me want to fuck more. Let's go up to my
room now. I want to feel your cock in me. I want to
cum, too."
-=*=-
Now I had cum, here in the privacy of my hotel room. I
rolled off him, feeling his softening cock slide out of
my cunt, thinking about the next position in which we
might fuck. Missionary was good for a first fuck but we
could be more creative.
"That's the first time I've fucked that well."
"Was it that different from the other men?"
"A lot. Everybody fucks differently. But your cock is
longer than most. I could feel the head of it rubbing
against my cervix. That was exciting, having you that
deep in me. Would you like another blow job? I'd like
another fuck if I can get you up hard again."
"Here, let's do a sixty nine. I'll get hard faster if
I lick your pussy while you suck me."
He positioned himself above me, his limp cock dangling
above my face, and buried his face between my thighs.
Even before I could start sucking, he began to lick the
mixture of his cum and my cunt juices from between my
pussy lips. Then he began stroking my clit shaft with
his tongue. It created a wonderful, tingling sensation
in my hips. I realized I might cum again, soon.
I licked his cock head, then began sucking on it stead-
ily. As he began to harden, his hips began to move in
a fucking motion, again. I enjoyed having my face
fucked and relaxed, letting him pump his hardening meat
into my mouth, running my tongue around it as it
entered and left and re-entered my mouth. I tightened
my stomach muscles and began to cum as he licked me.
Now he was fully hard and I was orgasmic. I pulled away
from him, sliding to the side and out from underneath
him.
"Fuck me again. Stick it in me from behind. Hang on to
my ass and get it as deep into me as you can. And fuck
me hard; I'm already cumming."
I knelt on the bed, my hands on either side of a pil-
low, as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the
head of his cock between my pussy lips and then, with
a single thrust, he buried all seven inches of thick
meat in the warm wetness of my cunt. My orgasm, which
was well underway from the pussy licking, swept me
away. He was giving me long, fast, deep strokes. I
reached back and began fingering my clit. I could feel
my tits swaying with the thrusts, my nipples brushing
the pillow. I wondered how long it could last.
In the positions that were to come, the fuck lasted a
long time. He'd been fucking me, hard and deeply, for
more than five minutes when I decided I'd like a dif-
ferent position.
"Let's switch," I said. "I'll lie at the edge of the
bed with my legs over the side. You put your feet on
the floor and lean over me, brace yourself on the bed
with your hands."
He pulled his cock out of my cunt and I slid to the
side of the bed, my pussy at the edge of the mattress.
This position would stress my tummy muscles even more
and the orgasm I'd been enjoying would be even more
intense.
Then he was in me again, this time fucking me with a
slow, steady stroke, but as deeply as before. And he
was able to lean forward and suck my nipples again,
first one, then the other, and kiss my tits. The
orgasm was even more intense than I had expected. I
could feel my cunt going into spasms. It had happened
to me only twice before.
The contractions in my cunt made it even tighter around
his cock. As much as he tried to hold back, to delay
cumming for a third time in me, a beautiful, big titted
blonde, he couldn't contain it. He came again, waves
of beautifully agonizing spasms seizing his cock as
both of us bent our heads to look at our fuck. It was
too extreme. He had to pull it out of me.
As he flopped down on the bed beside me, I was in a
frenzy. I grabbed the still hard rod and began sucking
on it. He screamed as he went back into orgasm again
but he didn't pull away, continuing to cum in my mouth
for a full minute before I stopped and turned to lay
beside him.
"You are a great fuck," I said. "I think I'm really
going to enjoy this vacation."
It was three hours later before we dressed to leave my
room. We'd fucked four more times. I lost track of my
orgasms. We'd fucked in every position I knew, some of
which were new to Paul. We'd fucked in missionary, rear
entry, edge of the bed, sitting in a chair with me
straddling him, in the same position on the edge of the
bath tub, standing face to face against the bathroom
door frame, standing from behind with me bracing meself
against the bathroom sink, with me sitting on his cock
as he lay in the bed -- facing first toward his feet,
then toward his head, lying on our sides and with him
holding me, my legs wrapped around him, as he walked
around the room. A dozen positions, my full repertoire.
We showered together, dressed, Paul from a bag that
he'd brought from his cabana, and headed for the dining
room.
"After dinner, would you fuck my asshole?" I asked.
"It's never been fucked before and your cock is so
slender it might be just right to break it in. I have
some condoms you can use and a tube of K-Y. Would you
like to try that?"
"Dinner can wait." Paul took my arm and turned me back
toward my room as I giggled.
Despite the afternoon of fucking, Paul's cock was hard
before he got his clothes off. I stripped my cotton
sundress onto the floor and stepped out of my panties.
I'd been wearing nothing else. I went to the bathroom
and came back with the K-Y, condoms and a syringe. I
loaded the syringe with the jelly and inserted it in
my tight asshole then smeared some more jelly on the
adjoining cheeks of my ass. Pierre had unrolled a
condom on his cock.
"I know you've been gentle with me when you fucked my
cunt but please be very gentle with me now."
I got on my knees on the bed and put my chest against
a pillow. Paul tried to put his cock into my asshole
but it was too tight. He couldn't get the head to
penetrate.
"Breathe slowly and deeply," he said, "and try to
relax."
I took several slow, deep breaths and concentrated on
relaxing. It was difficult with the end of Paul's cock
waiting between my ass checks. Then I felt the relax-
ation. Then I felt his first thrust.
He managed to get the head of his cock into my asshole.
It hurt just a little, but not as much as I had expect-
ed.
"God, that's good, Sandy. You are really tight. Try to
relax a little more and I'll see if I can get the rest
into you."
I tried, again, to relax while bracing my shoulders
against the bed. Slowly, gradually, Paul slid the rest
of his seven inch cock into my asshole, burying it
between my ass checks. He held on to my ass and began
a very short, gentle fuck stroke. But not for long. My
virgin asshole was so tight, so thrilling to him, that
he couldn't contain himself. Despite the fact that
he'd cum so many times in me, he was cumming again in
less than two minutes.
When he finished cumming, he slid his cock out of me.
I turned and examined the condom. It was empty except
for the still-hard meat it covered.
"You've gone dry," I laughed. "I've fucked you dry."
"And I hope you'll fuck me even drier after we take
another shower and have dinner. But maybe by then I'll
have produced a little more cum."
"If you do, I'll have to suck it into my mouth for
desert."
"Stop that sexy talk and get into the shower, before
I fuck your cunt again."
"Promises, promises," I giggled as I headed for the
bathroom...
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strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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