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Fantasy Island“I’m sorry Kathy, I can’t go.” It was the words I dreaded to hear but had actually expected. “I’m really sorry but a week is just too long to get away right now.” My friend was right, we really didn’t think she was going to be able to come with me on the trip, but I had no one else to invite. You see, I am a widower of 4 years, my husband died in a car accident and left me with our three c***dren. The youngest is in her first year of college and when I won a trip for two to Jamaica, I thought it would be a chance for me to get away on a long, overdue vacation. The problem was my friend and her family had already taken a vacation and her work just wouldn’t budge on giving her another week off right now. I had won the tropical getaway package at work for the highest sales in the past quarter and I felt like I deserved the break. A round trip for two to Jamaica, a week stay at a luxurious hotel and $1,000 dollars spending money was just too good to pass up. The problem was I just couldn’t find anyone to come with me. My oldest c***d has her 5-month-old to take care of and my other two k**s have their college. My friend Jill was really the best shot and now with a day before we were supposed to leave, is telling me she can’t go.“Well, that’s it. I guess I’m not going.” I pouted.“Are you k**ding?” Jill said. “You are crazy for passing this up!”“What am I going to do all alone in Jamaica?” I asked.“Rest, relax, enjoy the sights and most of all have some fun!” She said. “You’ll be at a good hotel; you’ll be safe and secure just as long as you stay by it.” It really didn’t take much coxing. Since Greg passed away, I hadn’t done much in my life but work and raise the k**s by myself. The life insurance put us in a comfortable situation but I went back into real estate and have had a good couple of years in sales. The one thing I haven’t done in a very long time is really let down my hair. I haven’t dated since my husband died and I can’t say I have really felt sexy or attractive in a while. My friends and family tell me it isn’t true and that I look good for my age but being single again at 45 isn’t easy. I don’t have the body I once did but I wouldn’t call myself fat, just needing to firm up some. I still have nice breast that are D in cup size and I’m proud that they haven’t sagged after three k**s. I just look in the mirror and feel like I’m average, but I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t admit that my sex drive is as strong as its ever been in my life. Not having any sex in years can not only be frustrating but it makes you crave it much more than when you are sexually active. Now that Jill wasn’t going to come along, I decided then and there that I might just use this trip as a way to get laid. All the way during the flight, I was picturing what kind of guy I might just let get lucky with me. Maybe a businessman on some sort of convention or a divorcee on his first trip since ending his marriage. Of all the men, all of the types that I envisioned, I would have never guessed who I would end up fucking and giving me the experience of my life. By the time I got to my beachside motel, it was late afternoon. As I was checking in, the hotel concierge gave me a run down of the best spots to hit and the activities the hotel had to offer. He also told me about the swimming pool and beach but then he also informed me that if I was comfortable there was a nude beach nearby, about half a mile east along the shore.“Nude beach?” I asked in amazement.“Yes ma’am, Jamaica is known for having some of the finest nude beaches in the world.” He informs me. As I am escorted to my suite, I am still intrigued by what a nude beach is like. That night I sleep hard due to exhaustion from the flight but when I wake the next day, the intrigue of that nude beach has my curiosity. It is late in the afternoon when I make my way to the nude beach. It takes nearly 20 to 30 minutes by foot to reach, but soon I am greeted by a large sign that reads, “Attention, beyond this point you may encounter nude bathers.” After another five minutes of walking, I come across a sight that I have never witnessed in my life.I had expected to maybe see a few topless women, but they were the minority. There were women who were completely naked as were most of the men. While I was in a one-piece bikini and a shirt over that, I felt out of place surrounded by so many people in the buff. While the sight of nude women was daunting, it was how many men walking around totally naked that had my heart racing. There were penises of all shapes, sizes, ages and colors all around me. If coming on this trip wasn’t pumping my libido up, looking at all this male genitalia around me was making it go through the roof. I took out my blanket and spread it out. I sat there acting like I was trying to get some sun but I probably looked ridiculous because I forgot to take off my shirt. Of course, what I was doing was sitting there and checking out the view. Maybe it wasn’t lady like, but I was certainly looking at the goods all in front of me. While I scanned around there was one that really caught my eye and it was by far the most eye catching out there.I suppose he was in his early 20’s but I wouldn’t be shocked if he was 18 or 19, he had a hard, athletic body with a six-pack stomach, chiseled chest and well-developed, muscular arms & legs. He looked to be 6’3” tall and he was black. If you would have told me a day or two earlier that I was have fixated on a much younger black man in a crowd of men, I would have laughed. I have never thought of a black man sexually before I laid eyes on him, I guess it was because I didn’t work or socialize with many. Of course, what really caught my attention, to be perfectly honest, was that he possessed the most remarkable cock I have ever laid eyes on. While there were some big dicks in the crowd, his was mind-blowing, even from 20 yards away. It hung out, semi-erect at least 7 or 8 inches long and looked as thick as a banana. The head was half covered by his foreskin but looked to be several shades lighter than the shaft and rest of his body, which looked like melting chocolate with all of the oil that coated his skin. His body was smooth and silky looking. His balls were huge too, hanging low and complemented the whole package. I had heard the old stereotypes about black men and their size but never really gave them much thought because I never really considered a man’s penis size important but seeing this monster in person was not only impressive, it was completely captivating. I’m not sure how long I was staring at it but it was long enough to get caught by the owner himself. When I saw him looking at me smiling, I quickly turned away, but it was too late he started to walk towards me.If watching him as he talked to a couple of ladies wasn’t an attention grabber, the sight of his cock swinging heavily from right to left while he strode to me was breathtaking. Although he came up to me with a smile and a hello, I felt completely intimidated by the sight of him. “Hi, I’m Gene. Are you American?” He asked in a thick Jamaican accent. “Ummm, y..y..yes, I am.” I stumbled with my answer to such an easy question. “What is your name pretty lady?” He asked still with a warm smile.“Uh, K..K..Kathy.” Again, I found the simplest of questions hard to respond to. I was also having difficulty looking in his direction, as I would look all around embarrassed to make eye contact or to even look at his cock. “Are you here on vacation with your husband?” He asked slyly. That was all I needed, a jolt of realization that he was feeling me out, for what I wasn’t sure but I wasn’t about to tell this intimidating stranger I was all alone. I stood up and collected my things. “Where are you going Kathy?” Gene asked, he sounded genuinely concerned that he frightened me.“I have to go back to my hotel, it’s getting late.” I said in a rush and I started to make my way to my hotel, but I looked behind me to get one more view of the astounding manhood of Gene’s. My God it was so huge and dark. Back in my room I hit the bed early but I couldn’t go to sleep. I stayed up most of the night, tossing and turning thinking about Gene, his approach to me and most of all the picture canlı bahis of his incredible penis that was stamped in my memory. I was lucky to get the three or four hours of sleep I did but when I got out of bed, I felt like a woman possessed. I went into my bathroom and gave myself a long look in the mirror. Obviously, he was interested in me. Although he was too young for me, of a different race and not what I was normally attracted to, I couldn’t deny he lit a fire deep inside of me. I was determined to find him again and test my attraction and desire. When I first went to that beach, I was hornier than I have ever felt in my life and now the feeling has doubled, maybe tripled. I have never wanted or fantasized about a black man or a younger man but now I didn’t just want Gene, I needed him. Once again by late afternoon, I made my way to the nude beach. I was only wearing a bikini bottom, a shirt and nothing else. When I made my way near the spot I was at yesterday, I pulled my shirt off, put some suntan lotion on me and looked out for Gene. To my bitter disappointment, he was nowhere to be seen. Although there were some nice-looking dicks all around, I was hell bent on finding the one that drove me crazy yesterday. Laying out on the hot beach, with a cool breeze coming from the ocean with nothing but a bikini bottom on was both exhilarating and relaxing. I felt so free and uninhibited. Sure, I felt a few glances from others admiring my breasts, but I wasn’t making a scene, just enjoying the rays of the sun. Twenty minutes passed and I saw no sign of Gene, I kept looking around but couldn’t find him. I laid on my back and decided to just enjoy my first topless sunbathing. After several minutes, a familiar voice spoke to me. “Ah, Kathy. You have come back and decided to enjoy the freedom of our beach, yes?” His thick Jamaican accent was undeniable. I opened my eyes and saw the awesome sight of Gene standing there, naked of course and still sporting his semi-erect monster. “Yes, I did.” I answered much more confidently and calmly this time. Although the sight of him excited me to a high level, I prepared myself to act cool when I saw him again.“Do you mind if I join you.” My Jamaican fantasy asked. His demeanor was so pleasant and respectful, it was hard to say no.“Sure!” I said with a smile. After running off yesterday, I didn’t want to give him the impression I was afraid anymore. Gene had a blanket in his hand and rolled it out next to mine.“So, you are here on vacation? From the United States?” He asked.“Yes, I’m here for a week.” “Does your husband not like to come to the beach?” His questions obviously had a purpose, I knew it and I felt like he knew I was on to him. “I don’t mean to pry, but it is strange to see a lovely lady alone on the beach during her vacation.”I smiled and decided to answer honestly. “No, I’m here alone.” Gene seemed shocked and motivated at the same time. I could tell this was exactly what he wanted to hear but I wasn’t afraid to let him know I was single, I actually wanted him to know. For the next several minutes, Gene asked less personal questions like how I was enjoying Jamaica and if I had seen certain sites. He sounded like an ambassador for his country but most of all he was able to put me at ease by not playing the role of a predator. If he had come on too strong it might have turned me off, but he didn’t and I imagined he was seasoned at talking to tourist even though he was so young looking. It was a point I was curious about and asked him.“How old are you Gene?” I asked.He paused, I could tell this was a crucial question that he got asked and he wasn’t sure if the truth or a lie would serve him better at this point. “I’m almost 20.” He said with a smile.“So, your 19? Wow!” I responded.“Too young to talk to you?” He asked in a panic. “No, of course not.” I almost said more but decided to refrain myself and not give away what I was actually thinking in my mind. It was soon that something stunning happened and that I almost lost my cool. While we talked, Gene’s cock became erect. As he spoke, laying with his arms propping him up, I caught the image of his cock sticking straight up in the air. It was easily 11 or 12” in length and as thick as my wrist. The head which was half covered with foreskin was now completely unsheathed and it just stood there, tall and rigid. It was then that my stammer returned and I became intimidated again. “Um, wha..what do you, um…do for a …uh living. Uh G..G..Gene?” I shuttered. Gene quickly figured out what had me totally flustered. I’m not sure he knew he was hard until my reaction but he also could tell how it completely made me lose my cool.“You know, it is very crowded here. Would you like to take a walk? It is much less busy down this way.” His invitation sounded good to me; I would have actually followed him anywhere but somewhere more private sounded great. We gather our things and put both of our blankets in my beach bag, which Gene was kind enough to carry. We walked along the beach, I noticed his erection went back down to his semi-erect state, which made it easier to talk and concentrate, quite frankly. After about twenty minutes the beach was becoming less crowded and there were fewer hotels and buildings along the shore. I asked Gene if I should put on my shirt and he said that we were still ok to walk around like this. Our conversation was pleasant and casual. Gene said he worked construction for his father and also was in a Reggae band. I told him that I sold houses back home. I also confessed that I lost my husband several years ago. As we walked, I noticed the jungle along the shore was getting denser and there were only a few people on the beach, but we kept walking. We must have walked a couple of miles by now. Gene stopped and asked if I had any oil. I told him I had some suntan lotion and he asked if he could have some. I watched as Gene rubbed some all over his chest and arms. He then asked if I would apply some on his back. I nearly melted as I rubbed the lotion on his muscular manly backside. His skin was so smooth and youthful, yet hard with muscles. When he turned around, I quickly noticed his erection had returned.“Oh!” I blurted in excitement and shock.“I am so sorry; I get aroused so easily. I’m not embarrassing you am I Kathy?” “No, no. Its just..” I paused, unsure how to put it.“Its what?” Gene asked. “I’m not used to seeing one so large or black.” I answered openly and honestly. Gene smiled.“I understand. I have never talked to a white American woman. I am a little nervous and I guess my excitement has washed all through me.” His words really struck a chord deep in me. Could he be experiencing new and different thoughts like I was? We had so many differences between us; our age, our race, our nationalities. Yet, there was an unmistakable attraction, a silent building lure between us. I lost control, moved forward and went to kiss Gene. Our lips locked and he returned my kiss with passion. Our embrace became deeper and fervid each passing second. As we embraced, Gene’s cock touched my skin and it felt like a live wire, sending electricity through my body. I pulled back and looked into Gene’s eyes. “I want you.” I said in a lustful, yearning tone.Gene said, “I know a place we can be alone” and took my hand. We continued about five or ten minutes along the shore. The whole time Gene’s giant cock was completely engorged and just swung left and right. It was making me completely wet and flustered. There wasn’t a person in sight when we turned into the thick jungle with no other signs of people or buildings. It took another five minutes to reach our destination. A place that Gene obviously was familiar with but that I saw for the first time. It looked like paradise with a waterfall, a pool of fresh water and jungle foliage surrounding it. It was something out of a picture or a dream and when Gene turned to me to kiss me again, I knew it was the perfect spot. He dropped my beach bag and clutched me by my arms to pull me towards him. He kissed me deeply and passionately, I nearly melted in his hands from his masculine touch. Now that I knew we were alone and in this private paradise, I did something I had been dying bahis siteleri to do for some time; I wrapped my hand around his magnificent cock. I quickly realized what I suspected that I couldn’t get my fingers around it and took my other hand to grip it. I moaned as the power of this enormous black cock occupied both of my hands, it was truly an unbelievable feeling to have a grip on this mighty ebony penis.As we kissed, I just whimpered and moaned loudly. Gene knew I was putty in his hands but he just stoked the fire inside of me with powerful kisses and caressing touches on my breasts and back. I on the other hand was fumbling and handling his awesome package like a clumsy fool. It was really daunting being kissed like that while having the most impressive cock of my life in my hands. It wasn’t just the length, which was staggering, the girth of his cock was frightening, easily as thick as my wrist and so veiny. It felt like steel wrapped with soft rubber and with enough weight to make you realize It could be a pound or two of flesh. I couldn’t get over the fact that this was actually a man’s penis and not some kind of sex toy for an adventurous lady. Gene might have been ready to ask me to go down on him, but he get a chance to say anything. I quickly got down on my knees and took a look up close at his dark b**st. At 45 years old, I have never known the allure of interracial sex but at that very moment I understood it completely, without question and wondered why I had never thought of it before. The thought of what I was about to do excited me like nothing I had ever done before. My final thought as I opened my mouth wide was that I loved and missed my husband but I was about to open a new chapter in my life. One of extreme lust and fulfillment, as I put Gene’s big black cock deep in my mouth.I coughed as it tickled the back of my tongue. In my excitement I took too much of it in my mouth which was easy, there was so much to suck but I was determined to put as much as I could the first time. As I tightened my mouth around his shaft, I was still amazed with how thick it was. Seeing in with your eyes was one thing, but actually having it in your mouth was unreal. I pulled my head back, letting his cock slide out of my mouth until his head met my lips and then went back deep on it, once again sputtering with it gagging me. I was determined to get as much as I could in my mouth since I was obviously not going to be able to swallow his massive dick. Gene’s strong hand cupped the back of my head as I went back down on it with my mouth a third and fourth time. I soon realized it was hard to breath with my mouth stuffed and I pulled off of it to get some air. I looked up at this young stud. “19?” I said unbelieving. He just smiled and I went back on his youthful cock. He might have been as old as my youngest daughter, but I wasn’t going to argue morals at this point. His manhood was too impressive to worry about age and what I had in my mouth would make any man envious. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to enjoy his tremendous length, it was as long as a ruler and I licked all up & down enjoying the long laps my tongue laid on it. His girth made sucking it deep a challenge and his length made licking it a task as well. All I could do is moan in excitement as I pleasured his hard, black cock with my mouth. Gene had been relatively quiet up to this point but suddenly he came to life and started talking dirty to me. This young-looking stud suddenly became more aggressive and mature as he started to command me.“Suck that black cock.” I moaned louder as the words seemed to perk me up even more, making me try to stuff more of his cock in my mouth. “You love sucking that big black cock don’t you.” The words were like music to my ears.“Mmmmmmm.” I moaned. “Show me, show me how you want to suck this big cock.” I began to bob up and down, faster and faster. His heavy, huge nuts were swaying and I reached up with my hand and pulled on them. Gene let out a loud moan and his cock throbbed violently. I thought at first he was about to cum but I realized he enjoyed having his balls played with while I sucked with vigor. Like his cock they were heavy and a handful but I continued to pull on them as I sucked his cock with hunger. “Don’t stop…keep talking dirty to me. Tell me to suck your cock Gene.” I begged. It was surprising and unusual for me to say anything like that. During my marriage, my husband and I never engaged in any verbal talk and I don’t recall making too much noise. I had probably moaned and made more noise while sucking Genes dick than all the time I had sex with Greg, my late husband combined. “Yes, yes…you love this big black cock don’t you woman.” Gene said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, rubbing it all over my face. “Yes, oh God YES! I love it. Its so beautiful and huge.” My confessions only made me desire it more and I stuffed it back in my mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. I have never gone down on a man for more than ten minutes in my life, but it had probably been nearly 30 minutes ago that I had started sucking Gene and I wasn’t even close to wanting to stop. With one hand pulling on his balls and the other jacking his cock while I bobbed up & down with my mouth, I was quite proud of the way I was handling this monster ebony snake. I knew I was doing a good job because Gene was just as loud with his moans as mine. Sucking and pleasing an imposing cock like this only makes you feel empowered yourself. I felt so dominate and submissive at the same time. Being a 44-year-old white woman sucking on a black cock most younger women would love to have is quite an exhilarating realization. I even imagined what my two daughters would say if they could see me right now. Sure, they would be shocked but was there a chance they would be envious and maybe even impressed. Even with the soft sand under them, my knees were starting to feel the effect of kneeling for nearly 45 minutes. I was fighting fatigue and soreness but there was no way I wanted to stop. What happened next was a blessing and a huge surprise because I have never experienced anything like it. I felt Gene’s cock start to throb even more violently than before. It wasn’t unusual for his dick to feel alive in my mouth but suddenly a fierce pulse was felt, he started breathe forcefully out as he gritted his teeth and my mouth filled with an explosion of semen from his mighty tool.I quickly pulled it out of my mouth as a huge quantity of fresh black seed spilled out my lips. Another long stream of his cum flew out of his cock as Gene let out a loud groan and it flew over my head. I quickly composed myself and stuffed his exploding head back in my mouth to catch the next wave. It was powerful and large, making me once again pull off of his cock as I wasn’t able to handle his violent orgasm. Two more burst shot out all over my face and neck and I kept jacking his cock to see if he had anymore in him. When the next pearly stream shot out, I was prepared and I again attempted to let him cum in my mouth. His next load wasn’t as copious and powerful but it was thick & hot. I swallowed my first mouthful and wanted more. To my delight he soon followed that with his eighth large load of Jamaican semen, which I courageously swallowed as well. His last two cum shots joined the previous ones that covered my face and when it was over, I counted ten massive loads of cum released by his cock. Some women would be appalled or grossed out by this. I was delighted and proud that I caused such a messy and violent orgasm. With his cum covering my chest, neck and face as with the what I had swallowed, I could have easily been a cupful. I also found it delicious as I scooped up some with my finger and swallowed more. It was then I realized that it was starting to get dark as the sun was dipping into the ocean. I thought Gene was spent physically but he picked me up and carried me into the pool of fresh water next to us. I washed the cum off of me and Gene pulled me into his arms for another seductive kiss. I figured he was done and we would head back to the hotel but he shocked me when he asked, “Do you want more?”After such an incredible orgasm, I was shocked bahis şirketleri that he asked but I did, so I said yes. Under the water he pulled off my bikini bottom and threw it to the rest of our belongings. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed more. Gene was a fantastic kisser. What he did next was really a testament to his incredible strength. He lowered himself and hooked my legs in his arms and lifted me. Like a rag doll I was held up high and my pussy was in front of his face. As he stood in the water holding me in the air, Gene ate my pussy. He licked the lips of my pussy and clit for well over ten minutes, it was exhilarating to be held high like that while having my pussy eaten. Soon it was really getting dark and I mentioned to Gene that it was too dark to continue. I slid down his body and he took me by the hand and led me out of the water. It was a little hard to see but we walked to some sort of abandoned shack. Until he lit an oil lamp that was siting on a small table, I couldn’t make out much. Once the illumination of the lamp made it easier to see I saw a mattress sitting on the floor. That, the table and the lamp were the only things in the rustic looking shack that was about 10 x 10 feet wide. The mattress actually was new looking and clean, I figured this was all in Gene’s M.O. is seducing tourist. No, his talk of never talking to a white American woman didn’t fool me, but I wasn’t interested in trying to figure if this was just a game, I wanted to play it. The light also revealed the return of Gene’s unbelievable erection and when he came to me to kiss me again, I grabbed it in my hands again. Without a word he backed me to the mattress and laid me down. Laying in front of me he continued to eat my pussy. I propped myself with my arms to watch this hot young man lick and munch on my womanhood. When I seemed wet enough (which I was all through this encounter) Gene got on his knees and began to stroke his cock. I watched as he readied his huge piece of meat, spreading my legs wide. Just before he brought the head to my waiting pussy lips I begged. “Be gentle on this old white lady.” Gene smiled and rubbed his huge head up and down my pussy lips, then he pushed it between them and then slipped it inside of me. I gasped at the bulbous feel of his head. It was huge and nothing I had ever felt before. Having a husband who was much smaller was one thing, not having sex for nearly five years was another and as Gene slid in me deeper, I winced in pain and whimpered as he parted my pussy wide with his girth. Gene was so sweet to go slowly inch by inch, never rushing but taking his time. It made me feel like a virgin all over again like the first time I had sex. I grabbed his hips and nodded in approval. His cock could have easily ripped me in two but he was as sensual as he was endowed. While his tremendous cock filled every inch of my inside, he took almost three minutes making his way as deep as he could in me. All I could do is hold his hips and watch him enter me with my mouth agape as he penetrated me like no one has ever done before. “Oh…my…God…” was all I could say as the sight of his black cock sinking between my pink lips. “You cock is so beautiful.” I said in complete admission. He asked if I was ready and all I could do was simply bite my lips and shake my head yes.I was able to take the majority of his cock in me but certainly not all of it. As he started to slide in and out of me, I watched as my pussy looked absolutely filled to the brim. My lips pushed wide apart and labia swollen from the sheer girth of his mighty rod. As awesome of a sight it was, it couldn’t match the physical pleasure it brought. Each passing minute Gene became more aggressive with his thrust and confident in my ability to take the pounding. It wasn’t long before his slow, methodical, exploring prods became fast, solid strokes. It was also when I got louder with my moans and cries of pleasure. “Your cock….is amazing!” I blurted out. “Your amazing!” It was easy to compliment him. There was nothing sexually disappointing about this young man. Harder and harder he fucked me. My toes curled and my legs shook as he penetrated me in unbelievable fashion. “Say it Kathy!” he shouted. He could have made me say anything but he wanted me to tell him my inner thoughts and I was happy to oblige. “I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK GENE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. It just made the teenager fuck me harder, which just made me scream it again and again.“Is Jamaican black cock the best!?” He asked in passion. “Yes!! Yes!! It’s the best cock I ever had! I love Jamaican black cock!” I screamed. Without warning a rush of intense release came over my body. I watched his cock slamming my pussy and the sight of water shooting out of both sides of my pussy shocked me as I could feel the wave of physical pleasure overcoming me. Gene saw the liquid shooting out and took a few more strokes with his cock before pulling out. Suddenly a stream of clear liquid shot out of my pussy all over the mattress and floor, flowed by three more. I gasped and squealed as the combination of the sight and intense pleasure of what was happening took over.To this day I don’t know if I peed while having an orgasm or ejaculated like some have suggested, all I know was it was incredible and felt astonishing. Gene looked at the soaking mattress and liquid all over his body. He smiled and kissed me deeply. Although we had both cum we didn’t have to ask, we both wanted more. I thought he couldn’t fuck me any better but suddenly he picked me up and spun me around. In all the years I was married, my husband and I never tried doggie style. In fact, I had never done it with anyone. Now Gene had me and my knees and elbows. He once again rubbed that huge head between my lips and slid it inside me. I let out a loud bellow as his cock pushed up in me and he once again picked up his furious pace. His hips slapped against my ass cheeks loudly as he was matching the intensity of thrust that made me lose control moments ago, but at this angle the strokes felt deeper and more powerful. I once again started screaming obscenities and nonsensical utterings as this youngster was absolutely ruining me for any other men. It had been a long, long time since I had sex but his pounding made the wait well worth it. “Fuck I’m glad I came to Jamaica!”, wasn’t the most unusual thing I said in the heat of passion but it was he most truthful. Gene even gave my 45-year-old ass a few slaps while he stroked my pussy but I wasn’t bothered or insulted. I told him to do anything and everything he wanted to. I was all in. I couldn’t believe his astonishing stamina, he fucked me hard for well over an hour and wasn’t close to cumming or getting tired. He was a machine and I was impressed. The room was hot and fucking in Jamaican in the heat is about the sweatiest you can get. But as dripping wet as we both got in the heat, it only made it that much sexier as his black skin shined with an erotic gleam and I looked like I came out of a sauna. We fucked for another hour, including me riding his cock which wasn’t easy and a real workout. I came once more, hard and he delivered a huge load all over my back when we ended up doggie style the last time. In all I had sucked and fucked this 19-year-old black prince for over three hours. We washed ourselves in the water again and made the long walk back to my hotel with the help of the moon illuminating the way. Gene gave me a hug and a kiss when we got to my hotel. I realized I forgot to get his number or address when I was in the shower. I slept harder than I had in years and when I woke it was already past noon. I once again got my beach stuff and made my way to the nude beach, looking for Gene so I could get some contact information. When I finally saw him, he was talking to a white woman, around my age and obviously flirting. Even from afar I could tell she couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock and was blushing in excitement. It was obvious she would be his next endeavor, maybe even taking her to that exotic spot with the waterfall and the small shack. I watched him laugh and talk to her while she seemed nervous like I was. Gene caught me looking his way and smiled. I devilish smile that said, “Yes, this is what I do.” But I wasn’t or jealous. I nodded back and smiled in acceptance, so he would know that I understood and knew that woman was going to have the night of her life.
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