9 comments/ 115114 views/ 9 favorites Kambiamenti (Changes) By: KaramelSundae What a summer. Within a span of a month and a half, I graduated high school, turned eighteen and just broke up with my boyfriend. At the time, I saw the first two events as liberation from my demanding mother. We had butted heads since she left my father. That was when I was 8. He stayed in New Jersey while we moved on to California. I lived under her roof, which meant that I had to abide by her strict and somewhat unfair rules. She always told me that once I turned 18 I could leave and do whatever I wanted. Of course, I held her to that statement and planned to move out with, my boyfriend, Kevin before we started college in the fall. The third episode left me feeling totally dejected, demoralized and just plain brokenhearted. Since freshman year, Kevin and I hung out everyday. We were inseparable. We were “KK” (my name is Kendra). I guess in my naivety, I believed he was the one. He put up with my crazy-ass mother, my over dramatizing every situation and even waited nearly two years before we consummated our relationship. Now, after four years of what I thought was happiness, he tells me he “wants to see what else is out there…let’s still be friends”. –Bullshit- The day he told me I got half way through throwing away all of the trinkets, cards, (now dried) roses, letters, etc. he gave me when I broke down crying. “What was I going to do”, I desperately thought. I, in my head, planned to be with this guy, have him take care of me forever. I tried to find solace in my girlfriends, but most of them were doing what I had planned on doing after graduation. Only a couple of my friends were still single: Gina and Vanessa. Gina hung out with me for about a week, when she finally got fed up with my groveling and subsequently stopped returning my calls. Vanessa and I were close early on in high school, spending the night at each others house (when my mother wasn’t being a complete bitch), but rarely hung out after that, as she became known as a party girl in our junior year, but managed to change her ways after her father pleaded with her to get serious. He even begged her to start hanging around me again. He finally made a deal with her, that if she calmed down and graduated with at least a 3.5 GPA, he would take care of her tuition. She did, and he was true to his word. In fact, he more than pay for her tuition, he bought her a brand new Lexus! That wasn’t all. A week after she told me about her new car, she called me and said she had a surprise and wanted to tell me in person. About 30 minutes later she showed up at my house, in her brand new car of course, and told the news. “So what is it ‘Ness?” I asked her, apathetically, still in a haze over my recent woes. “You have plans, in say, two weeks?” “Girl, I just broke up with my high school sweetie, who I planned on moving in with”, I said sarcastically. “No I don’t have plans”. Vanessa just kind of stared at me wide-eyed, mouth open. I retracted, “I’m sorry ‘Ness, I don’t mean to be a bitch. I’m just still upset, is all”. “It’s all good Ken, I am about to lift your spirits”, she said. “Don’t tell me you started smoking pot again,” I scolded her, thinking she was going to try and get my high. “You are retarded”, she said, laughing. “My dad is taking me to the Bahamas and told me to bring a friend…and since you helped turn me around, I think you should come with. What’ya say?” “Oh my God! Ness, are you serious?” not sure if she was kidding or not. “Serious as a heart attack, I’m going to the mall tomorrow to go shopping, I’ll pick you up at 10am”, she replied and gave me big hug. “We’re going to have so much fun, and you’re going to forget about…uh…what’s his name”, she continued and we both laughed. The next day we were at the mall trying to find the cutest, albeit skimpiest clothing we could find. I had trouble finding stuff that fit right, because, though I was well endowed since junior high, I was still rail thin everywhere else, except my butt (Thanks Mom!). I really felt awkward and rarely showed odd cleavage, until now, that is. I was headed to the Bahamas, where nobody knew me. I kind of had a new outlook on the summer. I was going to have some fun, damn it, I was certain of that. Two weeks later, Vanessa and her father arrived at my house to pick me up. I said my “good-bye, see ya’ in two weeks” to my mother as Vanessa’s father loaded my bags into his Escalade. “You know they probably have refrigerators at the hotel”, he quipped. “You can leave yours here, your mother will probably need it” He was always joking. I may have over packed a little, but a girl’s got to have options. In no time we were off to the airport. Vanessa rode shotgun and I sat in the backseat behind her. We were all so excited. “What are you girls going to’ do first,” Vanessa’s dad asked. “Hit the beach and look for guys,” Vanessa snapped. “Yeah not while your hanging with me, you’re not,’ he replied. “I think I’m going to get some sleep, Mr. Orsograndini,” I said. “The I looked up the hotel online and the rooms look really nice.” “Call me Vincent, all my friends do,” he said, looking back at me in the rearview. What a relief to get away from my mother and spend the time with my friend and her father. He was so nice. We were thousands of miles of away and I already felt free. We got to the airport, checked in, made it through security in no time. We had a little time to kill, so we grabbed a little breakfast before we boarded. Vanessa and I read through a brochure trying to plan everything we were going to do. ‘Nessa’s dad, Vincent rather, was telling us about all of the places he was going to take us to. “What do ya’ need that brochure for?” he said, “I’ll take the two of ya’s to the best places, places that aren’t even in that thin”, he continued, referring to our brochure. Vanessa told me later that he goes there at least twice a year. He ran some sort of trucking business and was very well off financially. Moments later we boarded the plane, first class no less, and we were off. I couldn’t wait. 10 hours to paradise! About 2 hours into the flight, Vincent fell asleep and Vanessa soon followed. I was so excited last night; I stayed up until almost one in the morning, yet I still couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about Kevin, but not in a sad way. Instead, I thought about how much fun I could have now that we were apart and how good this trip was going to be for me. I really wanted to come home a changed woman. I let my mind wander and soon fell asleep. I remember having a dream I was making love to Kevin. Only it wasn’t Kevin. The body was similar: tall, athletic; but It wasn’t the same face. In fact I couldn’t see his face. In the dream, the figure kept moving into different positions, making me do things I had never done with Kevin. Every time I would try to look at his face, into his eyes, he would flip me over and bend me this way and that. It was quite intense. I woke up to with moistness between my legs. I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I returned to my seat and in a short couple of hours we arrived at the airport in Nassau. We arrived at sunset and it was beyond gorgeous. We grabbed our luggage, grabbed a shuttle to the hotel and checked in. Vanessa and I shared a room while Vincent stayed in the suite next to ours. “We’re here!” ‘Nessa screamed, tackling me onto the bed. “Can you believe it?” I asked, “What do you want to do first?” “Let’s go down to the bar downstairs, have a drink and go from there. Whatever comes to mind.” “Sounds like a plan,” I replied and darted off to the bathroom, yelling “I got first dibs on the shower. “Bitch!” was all I heard as I shut the bathroom door behind me. That was our affectionate name for one another. (Smile) Though the hot shower felt delicious, I didn’t spend long there. I was to fired up. I soaped up my body and washed my auburn curls and was out. I wrapped my hair and then my body in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom to grab my clothes. “Took long enough”, Vanessa snapped sarcastically. “Yeah right, I just hope you’re as fast as I am. Now hurry up.” ‘Nessa shut the door and turned on the water. I went to one of my bags for a bra and pair of panties. I found a pair and laid them on the bed. I released the towel from my body and dropped it to the floor. I stood in front of the floor length mirror that was on the wall and looked over my body. I don’t know if it was my mind set, the atmosphere or what, but I felt different about my figure. I always felt self conscious about being so skinny and having such a big butt and big breasts. Now, was different. I actually liked what I saw. I held my large boobs in my hands, holding them up and looking at my dark brown nipples that stiffened in the cool air. Then I turned around to look at my ass. It only looked too big because of how slim I was. I was really feeling great about myself, when, at that moment, our room door opened: “Hey, girls, I’m on my way---OH MY GOD!” Vincent said as he walked through the door, seeing me completely nude. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry”, I cried, quickly wrapping the towel around my body. “I shouldn’t have…” “No, No. I should have knocked”, he said, covering his eyes. “The door was ajar and I just wanted to tell you ladies that I was headed out for awhile. I’ll be back this evening. Don’t wait up.” He continued, “I’m terribly sorry Kendra. Where’s Vanessa?” I was now on the bed wrapped in my towel trying to pull the blanket over me to cover up even more. My skin changed from caramel-brown to beet red, I was so embarrassed. I could barely answer him. “She’s in the shower.” I said quivering. “Don’t tell her, please”, we said simultaneously. I was so glad he said that. He gave a comforting smile and walked out softly but swiftly. I pulled myself together and put on my undergarments. Vanessa stepped out of the shower shortly after. “Are you ok?” she said, seeing the flush look on my face. “I’m fine, let’s get ready and get out of here”. We got dressed and headed out. We ended up going downstairs to the bar. It was very “touristy”, but we ended up talking to a couple of guys who had been there for a few days already. Vanessa asked them to show us around. She was much more outgoing than I was. They happily obliged and took us to a club where we ended up having more drinks and doing some dancing. Vanessa was really getting her freak on, dancing in between two guys (different than the ones we originally met). I had to take a break and sit at the bar for a moment. One of the guys that took us there was really sweet, but he kept following me around like a little puppy dog. He kept asking me if I needed another drink, offering me a seat whenever the opportunity arose, basically in my face the whole time. I didn’t want to be rude, like I said: he was sweet. But I just didn’t feel like being bothered at this point. Even though I was dancing a little, I think the alcohol was getting to me and I started feeling a little emotional and I didn’t want to give it up to the first nice guy I met. I waited for Vanessa to get off the dance floor for a second. When she came over to the bar, I told her I was going back to the room and relax. “Don’t go”, she interrupted. “These guys invited us to their room to party. Look, they’re really cute”, she continued, ignoring the first guys we met, who were still hanging by my side. “You go ahead, I need some sleep. Tomorrow night I’ll be in better spirits”. “Ok, don’t wait up for me though”, she said with a giggle and dashed off with two guys, who in my opinion, weren’t all that cute. So, I caught a cab and went back to the room. I stripped down to just my panties (not before making sure the door was completely shut) and put on a one of Kevin’s wife beater tank tops I had stowed away. I just couldn’t resist. His scent was all over it. I guess I was still sprung on him. I decided to then, turn on the TV to take my mind off of him. I began to doze off into another dream of the Kevin-like figure manhandling me, when I was awaken by laughter. I though it might be ‘Ness, so I went to the door to unlock it for her. I looked out the peephole and saw her father’s large frame propped against the wall, holding some lady I had never send before. She was older, probably about his age. She was moderately good-looking, in her face that is. Her body looked like Jessica Rabbit’s: with big round hips and huge boobs. She even had red hair. They were embracing each other, talking face to face. He had his hands all over her ass and pulled her close for a deep kiss. I watched them like this for about five minutes, when he finally found his room key and took her into his room. I went back to bed and tried to fall asleep. I was almost into "LaLa" land when I heard noise coming from the other room. I put ear next to the wall to confirm what I thought I heard. It was a woman moaning. As I focused in on the sound, I could make out what she was saying: “Oh Vincent, Fuck me, Fuck me harder.” I was shocked at hearing one of my best friend’s fathers having sex in the next room. Though I was shocked and somewhat mortified, I couldn’t pull my ear away from the wall. She got louder, and he to began moaning. Next thing I knew, they had the bedsprings squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall. I pulled away from the wall and fell to the bed. I don’t know why I got scared that they would hear me, I don’t know. I slipped under the covers and lay silent. The pounding continued and in a peculiar way, it was making me hot. I could feel my nipples stiffen under my shirt as they headboard slammed into the wall repeatedly. Vincent’s “Jessica Rabbit” was getting more vocal, but less clear in what she was saying. “Fuck me” turned into “mmff, me, f-f-h-h-ha-har-der-er-er”. My hand found it’s way into my panties. My finger slid over my clit. Down then up, I rubbed it slowly. BANG! BANG! BANG! The pounding continued. Vincent’s moaning turned into carnal grunting. My finger play became more rapid and I could feel my head get light and my hand get wetter. It was too much to handle. My legs closed tight around my hand, and I let out a slow soft gasp, almost at the same time the banging subsided. I just lay there with my eyes closed, my mind in a daze. When my senses returned, I pulled my hand from between my legs and went to the bathroom to clean up. I couldn’t believe it. I just masturbated to my girlfriend’s dad having sex. I thought just listening was bad enough. I went back to bed, but could hardly sleep. I eventually slipped away, woke early, around 7am when Vanessa finally knocked on the door. She looked like hell rolled over. “Have fun?” I said, knowing she probably couldn’t understand a word I said. She just walked passed me, mumbled something and plopped on the bed. I couldn’t fall back asleep. I kept thinking about, Vincent and the busty red head he was screwing a few short hours ago. I had this vision in my head of this hefty man giving it to this voluptuous woman. Around 9:30 am, I decided to go downstairs for breakfast while Vanessa was still sleeping. As I crossed through the lobby to get the restaurant, I saw Vanessa’s dad kissing the woman goodbye. She sure did look happy. I tried to hurry through across the lobby before he noticed me, but as he turned, he caught me. “Hey, Ken!” he said, trying to get my attention. I looked back pretending I hadn’t seen him in the first place. “Oh, hey Mr. O— “Vincent, remember?” he interrupted. “Where you going?” “Just going to grab some breakfast. I’m starving”, I said. “Oh, me too. I’ll join ya’”, he said with big grin and put his big bear paw across my delicate shoulder. We sat down and looked through the menu. I was so nervous. Every time I looked at him I thought about last night. I imagined him drilling into her. I tried to concentrate on the menu, but only wondered what position he had her in. “So. You two have fun last night?” he asked. If he only knew. I looked at him with a confused look, only because I only caught the last couple words he said. I was thinking about what he looked like naked. “You and Vanessa. You two have a good time?” he repeated. “Yeah, we had fun. Drank a little, danced. It was cool.” He just kind of nodded. “Good…me too.” He got my attention with that remark. “Really? What did you end up doing?” I asked, curious to see what he had to say. “Oh, I went to club a friend of mine owns down here. I kind of laid one on, myself, last night.” The waiter arrived then and proceeded to take our orders. “For you, young lady?” said the waiter. “I’ll just take a blueberry muffin and some orange juice, please” Vincent looked at me, confused. “I thought you were starving. That’s all you’re going to eat”, he questioned. I thought about it and said, “Hmm, yeah. I really need to watch my figure”. Yeah right, I just couldn’t sit there for long. Too many thoughts raced through my head. He looked down at me, sort of giving me a once over. “You gotta’ watch your figure?” he chuckled, and then slapped his rotund belly. “Well you better try harder,” he offered sarcastically, “You’re catching up to me,” he continued with a smile. All of a sudden I didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore. He was very charming and calming. He placed his order with the waiter. We chatted some more and I soon found myself opening up to him. “So, Vanessa tells me your boyfriend broke up with you”, he asked. “Yeah, he did”, I sighed. “What’s wrong with him?” he said. “Did he turn gay, or what?” I wasn’t quite expecting that remark, but I liked the way he talked to me like another adult and not his little girl’s little friend. “I mean you’re a beautiful girl. I don’t know where you get the idea that you gotta’ watch your figure”, he continued, as the waiter arrived with our food. “Did he tell you dat?” Oh my god, his east coast accent was really sexy, I thought. “Not straight-out. I just know that he just likes that thin look, so I guess I have tried to please him,” I answered. “Well, now you don’t have to worry about that jerk. You’re a knockout. A real man loves a real woman,” he replied, offering me some of his food. “Have some of mine” While I only had a muffin, Vincent had ordered a full plate: eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit. He extended his fork to my mouth and offered me a bite of the fresh melon he had ordered. I couldn’t believe it. Just last night I fingered myself to the sound of him fucking some woman and now he was feeding me. The whole scene was giving me goose bumps. I can’t describe the feeling I felt, thinking that maybe, Vincent, my friend Vanessa’s father, wanted me. He fed me another bite, and from the corner of my eye, could see a (older) couple catching us mid-flirt. I only imagined what we looked like to the voyeurs. Vincent: a middle- aged, Italian-American man, about the size of a grizzly bear. Me: an 18-year old, Korean/African-American girl. This also made me paranoid as I though about what Vanessa would think if she saw us sitting here. I became real nervous and tense and told him that Vanessa and I had plans to go to the beach. I got up and ran back to the room in a hurry. Vanessa was just getting out of the shower when I entered the room. “Hey, girl.” She said, taking a second look at me, “why are you sweating?” “Just getting a little morning exercise,” I quickly changed the subject. “So, how was last night?” She proceeded to tell me about her late night romp with the three guys she left with. Unbelievable. Her father gives her a trip to the Bahamas (amongst other things) for settling down and taking things serious, then gets gangbanged as soon as she lands on the island. This wouldn’t be the last I would hear of her antics. For the next four nights, we went out together, but ended up getting back to the room separately. Each night, she hooked up with a different guy, sometimes two or three. I really wanted to have fun, maybe hook up with someone. Not only were the guys she was leaving with, not up to my standards (even though nobody would ever find out, I still wouldn’t get with these guys, not for one night) I still wasn’t ready to just…do it. I wanted to, I guess, but I couldn’t give it up to just anyone. I think Vanessa was getting irritated with me because we were here a week already and hadn’t gotten any action. She let me hear about it too. Kambiamenti (Changes) “Ken, how long have we been here?” she asked. “A week, Kendra, a week.” she continued, not allowing me to answer. “We’ve gone out every night and you have had every opportunity to go home with the stud of your choice.” “I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen that many great guys.” “What? Are you kidding me? Not only have I seen a thousand hotties, I’ve hooked you up too.” She was really getting loud now. “And how do you thank me?” She again answered her own question. “I end up fucking the guy I had set you up with. You leave early. You go back to the hotel room and sulk. You cry about that fucking loser that dumped you because he wanted someone else. I’m tired of hearing about your shit, Kendra. I brought you here to have fun and your fucking wasting my time.” I couldn’t believe how cold she was. She kept giving it to me. I was on the verge of tears by now. “Look, Kevin isn’t coming back, understand that.” I buried my face in my hands, crying like a baby. Vanessa walked closer and continued her verbal assault. “You know what? Stay here and feel sorry for yourself. I’m going out. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning…if I’m back by then.” She turned and walked out. I felt like complete shit. Now my friend was talking down to me. Things kept getting worse. I sprawled out on the bed and began crying, I kept thinking about all of the fucked up things that happened to this point. Then I thought that maybe Vanessa was right. Instead of moving on with my life, I just keep feeling sorry for myself. I sat up on the bed thought about how pathetic I must be. My though was validated when I saw my reflection in the mirror. My hair messed, make up running. I need to straighten up. I was going to go out tonight and have fun. I laid out a really sexy outfit, something to show off my assets. I got in the shower and cleaned up. Once I got out, I made myself a drink and sipped on it while I did my hair. I let it down and put in big spiral curls. I slipped on my panties and poured another drink. I decided to wear this little white tank top, which had NAUGHTY GIRL written on the front in rhinestones. I wore it bra-less and put on a short white skirt to show off my legs. I love how white looks against my brown skin. I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time I slipped on my sandals. Passing the mirror as I was walking out, I stopped and adjust myself, so I wasn’t popping out all night. I really was feeling sexy. Apparently, so did many of the male guests. I could feel the stares as I passed through the lobby. I caught a cab and headed off to a side of the island that Vanessa didn’t really hang out at. I ended up dancing for hours at this really cool club. They were playing some really sexy, island music. Men were hitting on me all night. Buying me drinks, asking to dance. I loved the attention. Four years of dating one guy, I never had experienced this. The feelings of other guys wanting me, treating me like royalty – it was hot. I was on the dance floor, dancing with this really cute, dark skinned guy. He was behind me, grinding his hips into my ass. I grinded back into him, trying to feel his hard-on poke at my butt. Another guy worked his way through the crowded dance floor and danced in front of me. He got closer and closer as the bass thumped on. He now had his knee between my crotch, working his hips in circles. I could feel his hard dick poking at my thigh and at my pelvis. The heat was building, sandwiched between these two guys. I was covered, not only by my own, perspiration, but by their sweat as well. I worked my way out of their grasp. One guy tried to keep me there for another song, but I needed another drink. I reached the bar and drank another drink with rum in it. I was so desperate for a cold drink; I just gulped it down. The alcohol hit me as soon as I slammed the glass down. I felt really tipsy and needed to go outside for some air. I kind of felt nauseous and decided to get a cab back before I got sick here. I made my way into the cab and told the driver to take me back to the hotel. The alcohol was really settling in as my drunk was intensifying by the minute. I got really woozy and could barely keep my eyes open. The driver kept looking back at me asking if I was okay, or at least I think that’s what he was asking. I eventually did pass out, for what seemed like only a second. When I woke up, the driver was trying to help me out of the car. He was a small man, not much bigger than me, trying to help me out of the cab. He got me out and on my feet. He sat me down on the bench in front of the hotel entrance. “Forty dollars, please” the cabbie asked, in his West Indian accent. I reached to my side for my purse, but it was gone. I got up in a panic, feeling a sudden boost of adrenaline, but still drunk as hell. “Oh my god, my purse.” I ran back to the cab to see if it was in the back seat. I fumbled through the back of the car and found nothing. I was really panicking now, crying, and not making any sense. “Lady, settle down, your purse is not in there. Come now, get out of my car!” the driver said, rudely. I was totally dramatic. But how could you blame me. I was completely wasted, I lost my purse and this guy was being an asshole about the situation. I just lost it right there. I dropped to my knees and began crying. Looking back, I think about that poor cab driver having to deal with me. He just wanted to get paid and here he was with me at his feet, crying hysterically. “Hey, hey. What’s the problem?” It was a familiar voice. I looked up and saw a dark, looming figure. I couldn’t make out who it was as my eyes were full of tears, crying even harder than I had when I received Vanessa’s tongue lashing. Only when the figure stepped into the light, did I recognize the face. It was Vincent. He handed the cabbie some money and offered his heavy hand to me. I reached up and he helped me to my feet. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked. I couldn’t answer. I was so physically and emotionally drained from the evening and from the past 2 months. “Don’t worry, everything will be ok.” Vincent comforted me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. He was extremely gentle for being so large. My head rested against his body as he walked me into the hotel entrance. We walked in unnoticed, as the lobby was empty at 1:30am. We took the elevator up. Vincent squeezed me tighter, and told me not to worry. I took in the scent of his cologne and exhaled slowly. His aroma and warmth instantly relaxed me. I was much more sedated by now and was like jelly in his arms. We reached our floor and Vanessa’s father walked my door. Before he opened the door, he pulled my semi limp body in for hug. Vincent leaned down and whispered something in my ear. I couldn’t quite make out what he said, but it was definitely in Italian and it definitely turned me on. He unlocked the door and followed me into the dark room. “You know, you’ll feel better if you take a shower”, he said softly, holding my slim shoulders in his firm hands. I nodded in agreement and leaned back into him. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He placed his head next to mine and kissed my ear. I’m very sensitive in that area and he had me tingling all over. A shower sounded like a good idea about now, so I pulled away from him and headed towards the shower. It was still dark and I was still drunk and I stumbled and fell to the floor on my way to the bathroom. Vincent scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the tub. He sat me on the edge and turned on the water. He knelt in front of me and took of my sandals. Rubbed my feet and slid his hands up my calves and up to my thighs. He looked like he would have very rough hands but they were surprisingly soft. I didn’t want to fall backwards into the tub, so I put my hands down on his shoulders to support myself. Vincent put his head between my legs and traced his tongue from my knee to my panty-covered mound. He breathed deep and warm over my pussy and the vibration against my clit drove me wild. I put my hands to his head and grabbed a fistful of hair (what he had left) in each hand. He reached up and hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He yanked them down and my bare butt was now resting on the cold marble tub. Then he undid my skirt and pulled that off. I was sitting there in only my tank top, which was covering my aching nipples. Vincent made a trail of kisses up my stomach and then pushed my shirt up over my tits. He was now eye level with my dark brown nipples. He groaned in approval, reached out and smoothly and softly cupped my heavy boobs. Vincent leaned in and made slow circles around my nipples with his tongue. He went back down between my thighs, tickling them with his rough stubble. I wanted him so badly. I wrapped my legs around his head. He reached around my waist and grabbed my butt cheeks. With my legs secured over his shoulders and my ass firmly in his hands, Vincent effortlessly, rose up and turned around. He pinned me against the wall with his head between my legs. I had never been handled like this. Vincent’s tongue slid through my lips and danced over my swollen clitoris. My hands moved from his head to my chest. I squeezed my tits together and squealed with delight. Never, ever had Kevin ever put his face near my pussy. I had been deprived of this pleasure for so long. Vincent worked his head from side to side making as if he was making sure every inch of my vagina was clean. I was ready to burst. I could no longer sit still in his hands. A wave of ecstasy took control of my body. There was a different feeling than anytime I had sex with Kevin. I always wondered if I ever had an orgasm with him. I remember Vanessa told me: “If you’re not sure, than you didn’t have one.” There was no question here. Her father was making me cum, and I loved it. I came so hard; I just melted in Vincent’s manly hands. He stopped eating me and lowered my to my feet. I almost lost my balance and he quickly grabbed me before I lost it. He pulled me in again and gave me another loving squeeze. I could feel his dick poke me in the belly. Vincent’s hands moved in between us and began squeezing my tits. I raised my hands up, and let him pull my shirt off. Sensing that I was still pretty drunk, Vincent assisted me into the shower. The hot water felt so sweet right after cumming. Vincent pulled off his shirt, undid his belt and stepped out of his pants. His body looked even bigger when he was naked. I guess I kind of always thought he would be big and fat and sloppy looking, but he wasn’t. He was large, yes, but not fat hanging everywhere, just very husky. His hard-on was sticking out under his belly. Now, I had only seen Kevin’s penis and maybe two that I saw in a porno once, so I am not an expert on size, but his looked huge. It wasn’t that much longer than Kevin’s, but it was so much thicker. He stepped into the shower with me and pulled me into him, his hands on my ass. He whispered some more into my ear. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, but his hot breath and the manner of which he was speaking was heating me up. He moved his hands from my ass, up my hips, over my wet tits and rested them on my shoulders. He kissed my on the mouth, working his tongue between my lips. He then pulled away a little and pressed down gently but firmly on my shoulders. He pressed a little harder and had me down on my knees, facing his erect cock. I wasn’t quite sure what to do, as I had given Kevin head only a couple of times. Kevin would always try to stick the whole thing down my throat, causing me to gag. He always got frustrated and said I didn’t know what I was doing. Vincent reached down and delicately caressed my cheek, calming me, as I was intimidated by the size of the task I had at hand. Vincent’s cock was thick and plump and curved slightly upward. The head was round and swollen. It looked like it would explode right there in my face. With my hands on the sides of his thighs, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the small drop of pre-cum that was peeking through the hole of his engorged member. His cock jerked as soon as I made contact with it. I stuck my tongue out and lapped it again and again it jerked. Vincent held my face in his hand and grabbed his dick with the other. The head of his fat cock stuck out of the end of his fist. He pulled my head to it and rubbed it over my lips. He had a firm grip on my head and pushed his cocked through my lips. He tried to push more in, but I resisted. Vincent pulled back. I looked up and made eye contact, offering a somewhat apologetic look and he seemed to understand. He removed his hand from his cock and replaced it with mine. He leaned back against the shower wall and began working his hips back and forth as if he was fucking my hand. I was on my knees, with my left hand against his leg and his fat dick in my right. I was getting so horny watching him slide his swollen purple-headed dick through my petite brown hand. Vincent was looking down at me moaning in pleasure. I wanted desperately to please him. He had been so kind and understanding and made me cum so hard. I pulled closer to him and hooked my arm around his leg. This slowed his rhythm and he soon stopped pumping all together. Seeing how much he was enjoying this, I began stroking his cock for him. I held it so that it was pointing up. I put my face into his lap and worked my tongue under his balls and to the little area between his scrotum and his ass (another one of my friends told me guys love this, but I never used the tactic before). It drove Vincent crazy. He grabbed my hair, real tight and begged me not to stop. I stroked his dick up and down like a mad woman and flick my tongue back and forth (like a snake) over the underside of his balls. “Oh my god!” was all I could hear him say. I shifted my head and looked up at him. He had his head thrown back, looking up at the ceiling. I sensed that he would be cumming soon, so I jacked him harder. I then slowed down and rubbed his slimy cockhead over my nipples. He looked down at me to see what I was doing. He reached down and positioned my so I was sitting up straight, He than placed his dick between my tits. He had me hold them together while he slid his cock back and forth. The head of his penis peeked through my tits on his up thrusts. It was now purple and looked like it had grown larger than before. Vincent sped up and was whaling in pleasure. I threw my head back and let him fuck my tits to his heart’s content. My chest was getting hot from the friction of Vincent’s thrusting. Vincent grabbed my shoulders tightly and released a loud grunt. He sprayed hot, thick cum all over neck and chest. I held my tits together and let him keep pumping his thick dick, cum still oozing from his cockhole. Vincent helped me to my feet and under the water to wash his copious load from my chest. Once I had rinsed off, he grabbed me and planted a deep French kiss on my mouth. His erection had not subsided and seemed ready for more. He reached under my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rested my ass right above is cock. He carried me out of the shower and walked over to the bed. Vincent so powerful and hungry for my pussy, dropped my on the edge of the mattress, fell to his knees and dove into me face first. He worked me to another orgasm, this time, running his tongue through my slit and nibbling on my clit. Once he had me wet and was ready to fuck me, he climbed onto the bed and positioned me in the center of the bed. He then lifted my legs and placed a pillow under my waist. This gave him better access to my waiting pussy. He pointed the bulbous head of his cock at my pussy and shoved in. The head parted my lips and I cried out in pain. Vincent pulled out and slowly slid it up and down, lubing it with my juices. He stuck it back in and pushed in some more. It still hurt but this time, Vincent had his thumb on my clit, working it this way and that. As I concentrated on his finger play, Vincent eased more of his cock in me and was finally balls deep. He leaned forward, shifting his weight on top of me. My God, he was heavy. His belly rested on my belly and I pulled my legs back into my chest. I felt like I was being pushed through the bed, as he began sawing into my tender vagina. My pussy stretched wide to take in his mammoth girth. Vincent found a groove and worked his fat dork into me harder. He grabbed my ankles with his big paws and pushed my long lean legs over my head. I opened up wider for him and, though I didn’t think it was possible, he sunk in deeper, sending my eyes back into my head. My upturned ass received a spanking from his heavy balls. The sound of his meaty sac slapping my brown flesh sounded so dirty. Vincent was sweating hard now, fucking me into submission. I howled, as I couldn’t cum anymore. Vincent really gave it to me then, pounding me with all of the strength he could muster. The sound of the bedsprings squeaking and his balls smacking my ass filled the room. The headboard was slamming against the wall, just as it was a week ago. This time I wasn’t listening to it from the other side of the wall, I was listening to it from underneath this mountain of a man. He was pounding me with everything he had and just when I thought he couldn’t fuck me any harder, the legs of the bed broke. The front end of the bed crashed to the floor. Vincent didn’t stop though. He kept banging away at my pussy until he finally had to stop. He rolled over onto his back, freeing his sore dick from my ravaged hole. “Get on top”, he commanded, and I did as I was told. I climbed onto Vincent’s massive sweaty body and squatted, in a catcher’s stance, over his fat dick. I worked the head between my puffy lips and slid down it. My pussy was now open and used to his size. I placed my hands on his belly and worked my black booty up and down his pole. My ass cheeks slapping down against his hips as I bottomed out. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. Vincent loved it and I loved pleasing him. I sat down all the way onto his dick and work my hips over it. I could see he was ready to cum, so worked my hips even faster. I really wanted to drive him over the edge, so I reached back and grabbed his enormous balls in my tiny hand. Surprised by this move, Vincent opened his eyes and thrust up into me. I thought he was going to poke right through my stomach. I massaged his testicles in my hand while rocking back and forth on his cock. Vincent squeezed my ass cheeks and bucked into me several times, releasing hot waves of sperm into me. I kept moving on his cock until he pumped everything he had in me. I leaned forward and rested my head on his broad chest. Vincent wrapped his arms around me and caressed my ass. We laid like this for about an hour, when Vincent spoke. “You should get back to your room now.” He whispered. “Huh, what?” I asked, confused. This whole time I thought we were in my room. I was that drunk. I’m sure he had waited for this moment for some time. I climbed off of my enormous lover. As I dismounted my master, his cock escaped my pussy with a pop and a slurp. A string of Vincent’s cum connected his cock to my saturated entrance. We got dressed and Vincent kissed me goodnight. I walked over to the room I shared with Vanessa, and undressed. I slipped on a nightshirt and to my surprise; Vanessa was already in the bed. I looked over at the clock and it was 4am. She hadn’t made it back to the room this early since we got here. I looked down at her and thought of how she treated me before she left and how her father had just fucked the shit out of me. Vanessa woke me up around noon. She had a different attitude. She told me how she went out (with one of the guys she met last week) and he totally treated her like shit. She apologized for speaking to me the way she did. I felt bad about what I had done. If she ever found out, she would kill me. Kambiamenti (Changes) My conscience was getting the best of me. We spent the rest of the week together, going out together and this time leaving together. We even went to lunch with her father. I couldn’t even look at him. Nessa’ thought I was just acting weird. He just went on like nothing happened and so did I. I tried to go back to my normal life after we returned from the Bahamas. As much as I wanted to, I tried to stay away from Vincent. I knew he would and could have me whenever and however he wanted. Vanessa and I unfortunately saw less of each other, but I would end up seeing her father one more memorable time…