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Seduction at Koko Beach

By: BlackDahlia69



I just had to write to you again, suga, to tell you what happened to me in the Virgin Islands last weekend. I just wanted to escape to the beach for a little R&R. You see, I'd been kinda down, reelin' from my ex-boyfriend's infidellity. I wouldn't a knowed it if I didn't find some chick's size 4 panties stuck on a nail behind the headboard to our shared bed of love. One look at my sour face and he got to steppin'.  Next thing I knowed, I was hoppin' a plane to Koko Beach.

You know the place. I'd yammered on and on to you about how much I liked the resort. It was a few months ago in a IM -- after I got you so horny and hard from my webcam. Unh-hunh, I bet you remember now. You said you'd stretch me far apart like a hammock between two palm trees. I tied each of my ankles to my bed posts and thrust my twat forward for the cam so you could beat off your white cock to a frenzy. We exchanged images of our creamy results and then I told you about my hideaway: Koko Beach.

This time, I looked forward to a hotel room all to myself at the jampacked Caribbean resort. It was quite hote for late March, and so I was fendin' myself from the sun like it was July. Darlin', when I think back to how horny I was that afternoon ... ooh, chile! I need a change of panties as I write this e-mail to you. Heck, before I could even check into the hotel, my drawers already was soppin' up my pussy juice like biscuits in chicken gravy.

Once in my room, the first thing I did was throwed open the curtains. Hotels don't call them things "blackout drapes" for nothin'. For miles out onto the horizon, all I could see was the Caribbean Sea. The ocean waves made me think of fuckin' and my body started rockin'. I stared straight ahead out those huge, fifth floor windows into the contrast of blue stillness and turquoise fluidness like I was makin' a connection with God. Too bad no lifeguard was keepin' watch on one of them high chairs on the beach cuz I stripped right down to my smile. My knees started bucklin' cuz I was so excited, and I had to grab the window ledge to keep my balance. Hot and horny, I cracked the window open so I could hear the ocean and imagine the ocean spray sparkle on my tits. At the damnedest moment, I got the urge to pee. Heck, I figured it was time to check out the bathroom anyway.

Fixin' my eyes on the fancy soaps and such, I almost walked right past the bidet. I didn't knowed at the time it was called that. I asked about the funny toilet when I checked out at the end of the week, and the lady behind the desk said it was a "bee day." (I remember thinkin' how funny that was when she said it, like a bee would sting my ass when I sat on that thang.) It was right next to the toilet, which really made it look odd. I decided to try it out. And what a great idea that was!

I said a short prayer and quatted over the unit. A slotted silver knozzle was laying too close for comfort beneath my rump. Feet anchored on the cool tiled floor, I spread my heavy brown thighs as wide as I could. Wider than when I'm 'bout to be poked by the ginacrologist. Reachin' over my shoulder, I saw two knobs but couldn't figure which was hot and which was cold. When I done burned my hand is when I founded out. I turned them knobs till the water trickled to the right temprature. It seemed like there was too many attachments to this funny toilet. I saw one knob that reminded me a the one in a standard shower stall and wondered if that would get the sprinkler goin'. That knob done it! The warm jet of water shot up on my swolled up clit. "Ooh ... oooohhh, shit," I moaned. The more my voice echoed off the bathroom walls, the more turned on I done got. 

My own pussy walls throbbed till my juice took to drizzlin' down. The water from the silver knozzle kept springin' up. This kinda wetness had no beginnin' and no end. I circled my hips to feel a different sensation on my clit from the water. "Ahh ... Ahhhh ... AHHHHH!" I could hear myself cry out there in the elagent bathroom. I didn't care how sharp my shrieks was, either. Unh-unh. I shifted forward on purpose so that the water stream could hit my analhole real good. And it sho did! I was tremblin' bad, and when my feet shifted a little, I got an accidental enema. Suga, you should've been there to witness that! Some more moanin' and groanin', and I was primed for a stiff pleasurin' inside.

I scooted out the bathroom, finger fuckin' myself in the direction of the bed. Heck, that sleigh bed was so big and high up off the ground, it could a been a throne. And I felt just like a queen too. I looked around my temporary castle, achin' to be royally fucked. At 12 o'clock I spotted the TV remote on a armwar. Fuck it, I figured. I grabbed that remote faster a rubber on a spurtin' cock. It took quite a effort, but I hiked my fat ass up on that throne bed. I set down the remote cuz first I wanted to juice myself to the brink of ecstacie. I laid there on that big old bed, spreadeagled, wearin' nothin but my goldplated earrings.

Starin' up at the fancy ceiling, I saw the image of your fat ruddy cock in the series of pics you sent me that hot night. That massive red meat sho filled up your hairy white hands. Those hands in full motion as precum trickled out your peehole. Your inspiration became mine: a photo set up on a easel, a two dimensional fantasy of a black chick just like me, lickin' her fleshy tit. I thought about how you must a beated off while imaginin' the way her tongue sounds when it brushes, lashes, laps her big brown tit. But alone in the hotel room, I just pretended I was her. I felt like a woman possessed. Your gray eyes kept a steady gaze on my tits, and your only sound was a unbridled gruntin' like how wild boars do.

"Yeah, lick those tits," you commanded me in my fantasy. I start lickin' my butter toffee titties. One, then the other. Over and over. Just like your 5x7 ebony goddess. I imagined you before me, the way you'd like to be before her, your mouth open, droolin', your mind hexed. I could see your huge balls like raw meat bouncin' firmly on the bed. You ferociously tuggin' at your cock.

Turned on by your primal sight, a helloosination at this point, I twisted the fat brown knobs at the ends of my tits. First I sucked them one at a time, then stuffed them both in my hungry mouth. When I moaned, "Mmmmmm ... Mmmmmm," you threw your head back and whispered, "Unbelievable bitch." For some reason I felt honored. Then you seduced me with, "I bet those tits of yours taste delicious, baby. Why don't you come closer so you can nurse me."

I could tell you won't be able to last. Your voice was all uneven, your nose scrunched up. I went back to lickin' my tit. Just one tit. With all the hair on your body, you might as well a been a wild animal to me. So I took it one step closer to the jungle. For every "Urrumph!" you throwed my way, I went, "Arrrrl!" I swore I could see your mustash and eyebrow hairs stand up, honey. I switched udders and sucked at the new tit like a greedy piglet. My titties good and spittled, I got to suckin' on my thick dark nipples again till they was hard like knots.

I wanted to push you over the edge, but you done squoze your hairy balls to hold off that cum spurt just like you showed me in one of them webcams. I knowed just the thang to make you lose it. I curled backward to expose my asscheeks and what you like to call my blackeye.  I imagined you kneelin' in front a my raised ass so you could spank it with your reddened rockhard cock. Frustrated, I got up the courage to command you to "fuck my black pussy so I can feel your balls slam against my ass!"

With the ocean layin' just beyond the windows of my room, my safe haven, I listened as the waves smacked against the shore. Maybe you was just some kinda holograff or somethin', but I knowed my mind was swimmin' in our private pleasure. I felt your purplish balls slap against my brown butt as you plunged your cock deeper into my pussyhole. You shook me so good, my tits was bouncin' up and down fast, knockin' the wind out of me. It didn't take much breath, tho, to go, "Mmmmmm .... Deeper ... Harder."

Somehow I brought myself back to my present, real life circumstance. I was alone in the room. I squoze my titties one last time and let the fingers of my left dally in the marsh down below. My right hand free, I patted around for the remote till I found it on the bed. But I didn't want to watch no TV, suga. Ever so slowly I lower the remote to my vulva. "Ohhh," I heard sighs escape from within. "Ohhh ... Ohhh, yeah ... Ohhhhhh ... Ahhhhhh!" My clit glans was still stiff, like a cockhead but in miniature. Too sensitive, I figured. So I remove the remote from my clit and gave my succulent mound some attention.

"Awwww, you sho nuff like that, suga, don't you?" I taunted, tryin' in vain to summon your spirit. You must a been on some foreign channel cuz I couldn't make out what you was sayin' to me. It was a mixture of distorted words like "Ohhh ... Fuck ... baby, no ... ahhh," but all together like. I kept up rubbin' that remote all over my swolled up vulva and teased my pussyhole with it. Cum was leakin' around the buttons on the remote. I was so creamy, the remote slipped right in my cunthole until it was swallowed whole. "A poor substitute for your cock," I heard myself murmur out loud. For a hot minute I got scared, that I might be get a shock from the remote stuck in my wet cooch. But I got a different, pleasant kinda shock. And that must a been some kinda current cuz I got visions of you beatin' off that white cock. That pushed me to the limit. My ebony pussy spitted out the remote onto the slimy sheets, and the room went black.

When I came to, my ass squirmin' in runny cum, there was a white dude -- but older than you -- beatin' off his cock over my tits. In my haze, I noticed the door that adjoined my room and the other room was wide open. I looked up to find this guy's sleazy, crooked smile. "Oh, you're awake," is the first thing this creep said to me. He stopped tit fuckin' me long enough to eat out my pussy and ass till my clit stiffened again. "Oh, God, I'm comin'!" I yelled, but that made him stop givin' me the good feelins.

"Hold those sexy whore titties for me," he ordered me, breathin' all hard and hoverin' over me. Then he spitted on my titties and circled the head of his cock in the saliva. I got nearly crosseyed starin' at his crooked joint droolin' precum on my left nipple. Then he clapped his hands high above his head and shouted, "With mine eyes on you, I want you to suck off that goo! Hollayluya!"

I hesitated, eyeing his stumpy, bent cock as he leaned back to watch me do my thang. I guess I didn't move fast enough, cuz he pushed my frizzy head down till I could smell his spunk on my hard nipple. Clutching a large palmful of hair, he yanked my head back and stuck his tongue in my mouth to taste his cum. "Mmmmm ... That's yummy," he said. He promised to quench my thirst with his jizz, and went right back to yankin' on his shaft.

I hoped he would just unload all that nasty scum on my tits first. "Now squeeze those dark tits together around my cock, woman," he urged. "Yes, oh yes, like that."

I did what I was told but was fearin' the full picture of his black whore fantasy. It didn't help that he had a crooked joint stickin' out from his groin, and it glistened in the sunlight-drenched hotel room. I was beginnin' to resent this naughty escapade, but my clit betrayed my rightchussness. My clit got that itchy, tingly feelin' that started from the base a my spine. I sho didn't want this stranger to find out how excited I done got by then. There was no foolin' him, tho, cuz his hands got to roamin' between my thighs until they spreaded my pussy lips. While my vulva turned rubbery between his slick fingers, my clit fattened from his crude touches. I couldn't a been hotter.

"Oh, look what we got here," he says to me like there's somebody else in the room with us. But it's just him and me. "I have a parishioner who looks just like you," he continued, "always so stuck up in her wide-brimmed hat." He introduced his hand to my steamy cunthole, one rough finger at a time. "Miss High and Mighty, I call her. She never has the time to share a cup of coffee after the service," he preached, thrusting his middle finger deeper into my cunthole with every recall of the spurnin' this big-hat-wearin' woman must a gave him. Too many times. At this point, church was in session and the choir was nowhere in sight. "Every time she gets the Holy Ghost," he said, "I want to leap down from that pulpit like a jaguar and paw at her juicy tits. Her big, fat tits like yours, you sinful whore."

That uncomfortable feelin' rushed back into my head. There I was, pinned back on the bed, his large hands divided between my pussy and tits. With this obscene turn of events, I tried as best I could to distract him from his glarin' purpose. "I'm agnostic, suga," I told him, and the shock of my statement made him loosen his grip on my tits. I raised myself off the bed but didn't get far cuz he forced me back onto the bed and wriggled two fingers, then three, into my moist pussy. "No, please don't do this. You're a religious, God-fearing man," I pleaded with him.

"Maybe I'll find God buried inside your pussy," he said with a straight face. "How come whores have the most blessed cunts?" I braced myself for the pain he might inflict on my pussy and for a moment floated out of my body. To my surprise, he just finger-fucked me nice and slow. In minutes, my moans escalated to shreeks.

As he soiled me with his filthy words, I wondered how one uppity parishioner could make him fall so far from grace. That started to get on my nerves -- luckily not the ones wired to my clit. "I ain't no whore, suga," I said, stopping to gasp for air. The minister's unholy fingers felt so good up in my pussy, but I couldn't see how wet they was. My titty flesh was in the way, heavin' in the room's expandin' heat.

"I've gone astray and need saving," he said suddenly, "and from what I was witnessing while jerking off behind that door back there, you got something more cleansing than holy water inside you." Then he began rattlin' on and on in a strange language that sounded like a record bein' played backwards. While his eyes rolled up in his head, I thought: "What kind of weird shit I got myself into now?"

Waves crashed upon the shore outside my window. This nude man of the cloth jumped between my thighs faster than a hyena in heat. I whimpered and protested at first, then surrendered my mouth to his tongue. I had a mind to bite down hard but was brimmin' top to bottom with pleasure. The sensation of his tongue erect and slidin' back and forth from my lips and his cock thrustin' in and out of pussy was drivin' me crazy. "Oh, fuck!" he yelled. "Fuck me!" I cried while he pronged my pussy past the first, rugged peak of a vast orgasmic range. We'd created a new religion, one that nobody in his right mind would sanction.

Less than two hours went by, from what I could tell with one eye open and fixed on the clock at the edge of the nightstand. Next to the clock was six crisp $50 bills spread out like a Spanish fan. "Is that enough?" was all I heard. I squinted in the direction of the gratin' voice and made out a blue-haired woman shakin' her head in disgust. She weighed about as much as the sleigh bed I'd just been fucked on, and wore a wide-brimmed straw hat. Shoving a pudgy finger at the snoring heap a flesh beside me, she said as if he could hear, "I can't believe that a man of God would break a promise to go with his wife for a massage."

Seduction at Koko Beach Ch. 02



Two days into my R&R at Koko Beach and I done got fucked by just as many guests. A touch a hornyness on the afternoon of my arrival sho gave Openin Day a hole new meanin -- and one havin not a thang to do with baseball at springtime. As if findin a minister tongin my pussy while I'm in ekstacy ain't nasty enuff, on my second day I was real supprized to get personal attention from a washroom attendent. Damm, all I aksed for was deeodorent! Not for the chick to give me head while other patrons lingered at the sinks, pretendin they hands was so dirty.

As I write this second email to you, suga, I can imagine you beggin me not to tease out that gnarly cock with my words. Of course, knowin you, that manmeat you got is rockhard allready cuz you can't keep your idol hand off it. But rest ashured, this ain't no tease. What unfolded that week at Koko Beach was a eye, ass and pussy openin expeereeance. Writin to you is helpin me shed some lite on why I been cravin you to fuck me. Maybe I can help you see it too, bright like the sun shinin on crystal clear water down at that Carribbean resort.

On Day 3 I was treetin myself to a early mornin of sun and cool breeze. I walked the shore a bit till my feet got stimulated pattin along the damp sand. The sun wasn't bright at 8 in the mornin, so it was easy to scope out a cozy lookin spot with my name on it. I felt like such a girl, happy and skippin over them dammed shell pieces like I done growed up in one of them sand castles by the sea. I looked around. Nobody but egrets for yards. It took a few tries, with my Virgo beach towel (the one you got for me at Cleavon's Discount Store, remember?) balloonin in the light wind, but I finally was able to spread the purple and red cloth in my private patch of desert.

I didn't have a worry in the world. Not even my hair gettin frizzier by the second, so close was I to the fizzin surf. Besides, I didn't want to be on the beach in midday no how, cuz I'd a been just another stinky sardine. No chance for a deep dark tan that way, fo sho! Well, I would a got dark on just one side. I massaged my skalp threw my cottoney hair and sniffed in the salty sea smell travelin on the breeze. Wasn't hardly nobody layin out on the stretch of beige sand but me and a few egrets. Or so I thawt.

It felt safe enuff for me to let my large ladies out for some air. Makin contact with the soft wind, my nips stiffened. I tossed my black lacy bra aside but it landed on a big lump of sand. The mist from the ocean splashin at the shore interminggeled with my aroma risin from my leopard print thong. It all felt so natural.

I thought I heard whistlin, figured it must a been a egret or seagull, and dismissed it. Wigglin my toes, I felt free. I misstook the slite moisture on my toes for ocean spray and sighed from the pleazure. "Ahhh," I heard myself say. But that misty feelin on my toes was replaced by a prickly sensashun. "Oh, shit!" I cried out, motioning to run from a crab about to clamp on to a toe. Instead of a shellfish, I saw a man, and he was softly nibblin my toes. Perv number 3 was at my feet. By the time his brown bald head was bobbin above my big toe on my right foot, my mind was strugglin to figure out if this was gwan to be a paradise or hell for two.

This wasn't what I'd planned for rest and rejoovenation at Koko Beach, but, dammed, this brother sho knowed how to give a set of toes some good lovin. I never got my toes sucked like that, neether. "Mmmmm ... mmmmm," I kept moanin. I tried to hold back but couldn't.

"Hi there," he spoke. "Dev's the name." He started lickin one heel, the other, then moved his tong on up my caff. The whole time he was squattin and givin me qwite a view of his muscular legs.

"Dev as in Devil," I said before I could stop myself. It's not like I put my foot in my mouth cuz he had a firm grip on both feet.

"No, girl. 'Dev' is short for "Devon."

"Darlin, ain't nothing short on you." I winked at him and saw his eyes squint in the direction of my dark nips, which was a deep reddish brown. I was real excited.

"Yeah, girl, I got you worked up like that. You ain't seen nothin yet."

"Look, suga, I don't mind the toe bath and a quick massage of my legs, but the action stop there, okay?"

"I don't think so."

I peered to my left, then to my right. Even the egrets done took off. Instead of usin those crushal seconds to scurry up off that Virgo towel, I laid on my back thinkin about the egrets -- if they sensed my predator's lust and got a ache to mate.

"Don't you know people like strollin on the beach this time of day?"

"Are you seriously trying to distract me? Hmpf, maybe you didn't get a good look down here at my bone," he said, pointin lewdly at the protrooshun in his swimmin trunks.

My time to think twice done a sprint from my mind. I gasped at feelin one a Dev's hands snatch off my thong. His other hand flew to my mouth so fast that it knocked some of the sea air down my throte. When he pressed two fingers on my clit, I lost all resistence. He removed his palm from my lips and eased two fingers into my mouth. In and out, in and out his stubby fingers went, bumping against my low set gums. He even got the nerve to run the side of a finger along the gap in my front teeth. "Ohhh" and "ahh" was all I could say to that and to his other fingers pinchin the foreskin over my swolled up clit.

My back arched with each short fuse his touches made on my clit. The little jolts got bigger and I popped up from the towel a bit, able to glimps at the sea. When I felt the baldheaded stranger's thumb glide on my pussy, my eyes zoomed in on a strand a seaweed. The dark green plant looked as slippery as my cunt lips felt when I reached down to touch them. My own eager fingers joined Dev's in a swishy 4/4 rithim, and each splash of the incoming waves was like cymbals celebratin our lust. I moaned. He grunted.

"Ahhh ... aahhh ... aaaAAAHHH." I was beside myself. Really, like I was squattin there on the sand lookin at me gettin touched by this devilish angel.

"Ohhh, baby, ohhhhh," he went on, nothin to stop his cravin for my flushed pussy lips and the secret waitin inside.

I seen Dev's hand draw out his stiff ebony cock from those trunks, but I aksed "What you doin?" anyway. His sudden movement over me was his anser.

"You know what's goin on, sweet thing! Hike up those thick legs and kiss your knees!"

"Unghhh!" I cried out, my eyes stingin from his sweat drippin in it. I remember real good how the ocean even seemed brideled with passion. The sea water misted my brown butt and made streaks with the cum that his cock forced out my hole.

"Aaarrrrgh!" I heard him roar. With the sun growin brighter I couldn't see his face clearly no more. He could a growed horns and claws for all I knowed cuz he was ridin me like a beast rulin' Koko Beach.

"Hey there, you two!" I faintly heard somebody call out from behind us. Dev didn't miss a beat in my cooch. In fact, he fucked me harder now that we had company.

"Oh, Dev, that's you, man?" the new guy speeked.

"What the fuck is this?" I couldn't resist aksin. "Three's a crowd, suga."

"Oh no it ain't, well," he paused, "not at Koko Beach, honey." He swooped down to lick my bulgin brown tits while Dev kept on penetratin.

"Yeah, Miguel. She needs a good, long milkin, bro," Dev said, soundin short of breath. Still, he managed to laugh in a snortin kind a way.

I can admit now, while writin this letter in the false safety zone of email contact, to gettin turned on by how Dev would pull his black cock out a my cunt just a few inches so he could admire how shiny it was from my cum snot. 

As for Miguel, he done got plenty of mouthfuls of my fat-knotted tit meat to suck on. He let out a "Phew!" and then, as I looked up helplessly, I saw him lick his full lips and wipe sweat from his goatee. My eyes switched a glances over to Dev's equally full purplish brown lips and saw them quiver from the excitement his cock done unleeshed on my pussy. The men exchanged a hi five and then yelled, "Game time!" Miguel blowed a fuckin whistle and I jolted up from the bunched-up towel now heavy with sweaty sand.

Miguel squatted beside his buddy. That's when I seen the white tee shirt plastered on his broast chest. Dev's chest was bare and heavin. He wanted to cum inside me so bad, but his buddy messed him up. "I want some of that juicy pussy, hombre," Miguel said, and then he flipped his long brown hair. If he didn't do that, I wouldn't a seen the red logo on his tee shirt. My head went cold when I reealized he was a lifeguard.

"Yo, I want to cum in this sweet woman now, right now, Miguel," Dev pleaded.

"Dev, folks are gonna flood this whole stretch real soon. You don't wanna lose your job, do you?" Miguel reasoned.

"All right, don't make me lose my hardon, shit." Dev wasn't too happy, but I felt I got a repreev. I couldn't a been wronger.

Miguel blowed that dammed whistle again and Dev reluctantly yanked his cock out my cooch. I yelped upon Miguel's Prince Albert penetratin my sore pussy. Dev stroked his dark wood a while, goadin his buddy while he furiously humped me, makin my tits shake and bounce up on my chin. I closed my eyes tite and was screamin with pleazure-pain, and Dev took advantage of those seconds to scoot over to Miguel's preeveus posishun. He sucked on my nipples and asked me my name.

"No," Miguel said angry like. "Don't tell us." Then he broke into a impish grin and Dev sputtered into laffter. Miguel thrusted harder and deeper, snortin like a wild boar just like that creep who screwed me on Day 1.

"Now that's what I'm talkin about. Yeah, yeah, do it, bro," Dev urged his buddy while neelin next to my rite shoulder.

"Ohhh, oh my God!" I shreeked. Miguel's face was flushed with excitement, his pelvis buckin so he could give me deep strokes with his punktured cockhead. "Waaaiiit! Too hard, too haaaarrrrd!" I pleeded.

"Wait? Nah, chica," Miguel said. "I'm breakin off a chunk of this spicy chorizo now, NOW! Ungh! Ungh-ungh-UNGH!"

"Owww!" I cried.

My mouth was still open when Dev squashed my yellin with his hard as onyx cock. I thawt I would choke on that salty, sandy rod, but I was much more afraid of his buddy's gold earringed dick rippin my pussy.

Dev was fuckin my face like a madman. "Where do you want me to spray my cum?" he asked between breaths, like I could really talk with his cock down my throte.

"Come here," Miguel said to Dev.

Dev sucked his teeth but obeyed. The men wispered and I held my breath like I was under that sea water. My mouth was as sore as my pussy, from the double poundin and I thawt I couldn't take no more, but then ...

"Flip over, mama," Miguel said.

"No, this has got to stop here," I begged in my softest, begilin tone.

"Turn your fine ass over!" Dev shouted, reachin up to squeeze my chin while he threatened me.

I obliged and the thanks I got was a double dickin -- Miguel beneeth me pumpin his pierced cock upward into my sloppy wet pussy, and Dev stuffin his monster dick covered in my pussy lube into my analhole inch by painful inch. Yellin as loud as I could seemed to move some of the pain from my butt to my belly. My heroics fell on deaf ears, with Dev shoutin, "Feel me deep in your ass," over and over. All Miguel could do was huff and puff cuz he was bearin my body's and Dev's, and rammin my pussy inside out.

I cummed first, then Miguel. He releesed my hard nipple and yelled somethin in Spanish while his steaming hot jizz shot up my cunthole. I think Dev got Miguel's cum on his cock cuz I felt gobs of semen splunkin into my butt with Dev's last, fast thrusts. (Those bruises on my ass from Dev's billyerd-hard balls took a long time to heal.) I could tell their cocks was rubbin together, and my feverish body qwaked again and again at that thawt. The buddies' blended cum made mini sandpies in my pussy hair, and all I could do when they finally lifted off me was twist in the remnent of my Virgo beach towel.

Wherever those egrets and seagulls had took off to earlier that mornin, they sho came back to reclaim their territory, their shreeks mufflin the ekohs of our violent orgazims there on the edge of the surf on sunny Koko Beach. 




Seduction at Koko Beach Ch. 03



I wish I could tell you my humilleashun ended rite there on Day 3. That I went on to have a relaksin time at the resort. Baby boy, life can't be that eazy. It's takin me some time to heal from a hemmroid I got after one of them lifeguards popped my pooper at Koko Beach. You aksed me in your last e-mail if I would bend over to show my puckered flower for you on webcam, but I wimped out. My mind kepped rollin the tape of Miguel's gettin me sorer with each thrust of that dammed Prince Albert. And how Dev didn't break my tooths, I just can't explane that.

I can still feel the sting of rejekshun -- how them two guys abandoned me there on my bunched up Virgo beach towel. I guess they didn't care that I was watchin them shakin off their limp dicks. They sho wasn't ringin no cum out them dicks cuz their loads was all mixed with the sand coatin my butt, back, belly and beaver. As I rolled around on that shoddy ekcuse for a beach towel, a virgin in the zodiac sense only, I vowed never to try to sunbayth again. However, I wasn't too quick in gathrin up my sandy belongins, not to mention my deeminushed pride.

Surrenderin to them brazen buddies left me arowzed beneath the pain. I dezired to get myself off. For the moment, I fawt off the fobya of gettin pinched by a crab and layed back on the warm, moist sand that I done got fucked on minutes earlier. Sure, I stopped every now and then to look left, rite, behind and yonder, but any girl worth her stuff nows that the stop-start of self-plezhurin amps up the excitement. I always rite to you how I like to carress around my clitty before I apply gentil pressure on it. That's what I done there on the shore at Koko Beach.

With only the tip of my right index finger, I made the tiniest circle on one of my large outer lips. That was enuff to send fresh lube leakin out my pussy. I dabbed my finger just inside the entrance to my fun house, brawt it up to my lips for a taste and felt my nostrils flare with lust. I returned my finger to my vulva, makin wider circles on the outer lips and teasin the inner ones as if my finger was a feather. I speeded up my circular motions, usin more fingers, and alternated with back and forth movements.

It was a warm mornin, but the sensashun of the back of my hand slitely brushin against the hood of my clit made me shudder. It's always a thrill to focus on my vulva and pussy as I bring myself to the edge of orgazim and then to distract my mind by plezhurin other parts of my body. So I tangelled my fingers in my hair, carressed my shoulders, rubbed the outer length of my thighs. I was abzorbed in a erotic zone but was conshuss of my byutiful, natural environment. Or maybe I was caught up in a spell that I cast upon myself just by steppin on the sand in Koko Beach.

Listenin over and over to the rithimic sounds of the ocean was a magikally sexual expeereeance to me. The waves was crashin on the shore like so many lovers done banged my servex over the years. Bubbles was fizzin in the waves' foamy remnants. Birds sqwawked to each other as they patrolled the clear blue sky, perhaps more than a few of them tryin to mate. I wanted to hold off my climaks a bit longer, but I decided to get with Nature's rithim, the tempo of life. Nobody else was in site, or they was doin a good job of keepin quiet while peepin on my action and yankin their cocks.

Strokin the stalk of my clit, I pumped my thick ass up and down in a slow, seductive rithim. I could feel that tingly plezhure from my clit and G-spot, thru my ass, and across my tummy. I was so enthralled by the sand's wet grit against my soft, dimply bottom that all I wanted to do was thrash about the earth. In a state of estacie, ain't it funny how we don't care who's watchin us -- up close or with binnokyulers -- or filmin us? If a crab had a poked his two beady eyes out a sand hole, he would a got such a hardon spyin my arowzal on his territory that his shell would a cracked.

I almost cummed on my hands then and there, but I held off a few seconds, then flipped over. Rubbin my swollen hard nipples on the caked sand, I found the friction overwhelmin. It was like I was fuckin the earth, but in a good way. My backside was still coated with sand but now was exposed to the sun and ocean mist -- more of a turn-on than a guy sprayin his jizz in a triangle pattern from my back to both asscheeks. With my butt churnin in the sea breeze, I fyureeusly humped one hand, then the other, while strokin my vulva up and down. I could feel my sandy ass quiverin as it picked up speed. Like any ritual, the more the devotion, the greater the passhun.

In the distance, a man and a woman was talkin in their own passhunit state, and despite my arowzal, I could tell the man was ticklin her by the way she was shreekin and laffin. I just couldn't give up my groove. Besides, the pair's presence on the beach was a hellified turn-on. My hornyness was overrulin my morality. When I could make out the couple's conversashun, I grew bolder, becomin more vocal while I humped and twisted around in the sand. I carressed the tender area outside my analhole to fuel my erotic engine, then turned all the attention to my payshunt clitty. My glans was so sensitive and becomin irritated by the sand. I was gwan have to fuck my pussy ... with sumthin. 

Gropin around my beach bag, I found I had two opshuns: my cell phone or my botteld soda. I emptied the soda in a sand hole, screwed on the cap, all without losin the sexy mood. If anything, I was more excited. It didn't take long to regain momentum, layin on my back this time. I can't tell you when the couple's voices went silent, but while I was thrustin that soda bottel in and out of my cooch, I couldn't care less. Once I was nice and penetrated, I tossed the bottle flipped over again. Butt clappin in the air, I serviced my clitty real good. My thumb and index finger was workin faster than a textile weaver. Ooooh, chile! I cummed in the gush on the wet earth, moanin a good long while in my soliterry afterglow. That pain in my ass done drifted out to sea.

The next mornin, I waked up smilin from a plezzent dream. I dreamed I was a happy tropikal fish swimmin in the turkoyze waves at Koko Beach. My eyes opened to another sunburst day. But in my hotel room, it was mighty cool as I was in my birthday suit. Lyin on the comftable bed, I felt refreshed and could feel the A/C blowin air thru the gap in my front tooths. My dark nips was all perked up from the steddy chill, so I massajed them real slow till my tit flesh grew warm. Till I could feel and smell that familiar ooze from my pussy. Inside my head I was sayin, "Enuff a this shit." I remembered that jerkin off with the dammed remote was how I done got fucked by the adultruss preecher on my first day at the Carribbean resort. No matter how secure the new double locks was on the door connectin the rooms, I needed to switch gears.

On the edge of the bed, facin the window, I said a quick prayer: "Lawd, pleeze don't let me get fucked on the beach today." I mussed up my hair, smelled my fonky armpits and jumped off the bed with the joy of feelin alive and free in a faraway place like Koko Beach. Wasn't nobody gwan spy on me there. It's not a major tourist attrakshun. In fact, I learnt about it from a former lover, a sub who liked me to dress tits to toes in black leather so I could spank his stinky, diapered ass to the Motown sounds of "Baby Love." He told me that his mamma met his daddy there a long time ago and that she beleeved the part of the Carribbean Sea that flowed into the resort area was brewed with mystikal elements intensified by the harsh sun. Stink-Stink's mamma deffinitely screwed up her son's sexuality, but she was correct in deskribin to him the resort's supernatural allure this way: You never leave Koko Beach the same person you was befo.

Not that Koko Beach is one of them heedonistic places or such; the violence that done happened on me over the first three days was out of the ordinary. Now, don't be shuttin off your computer, honey, gettin all upset cuz I'm startin to sound like a prude. But I ain't no ho, at least not on purpose. Suga, don't think cuz I spreaded my pussy on that webcam for your bulgin-eyes-only means I'd go to a nudy resort on purpose. I can hear you sayin, " What this chick talkin bout: 'Nudy'? Don't she mean 'naturist'?"

This might supprize you, but I put my thonged foot down to nudy, naked, naturist resorts. With those getaways, it's like a chick or a guy is aksin for sumthin omminuss to happen to their ass -- litterrally. It done been way too long since that old serpent made Adam and Eve's fig leafs do a Hoodeenee. I ain't the only sinner eatin apples or pommigrannits from the Tree of Nowledje, theeze days. So if folks spot my bare ass walkin by, that's like me wearin a "fuck me now" sign on my back. There ain't enuff birth control in the world that could save me from makin another Stink-Stink if I had the awdacity to go to a nudy resort.

Gettin back to what I was tellin you about that hotel room, and the feelin of rejoovenashun that was rushin thru me -- I was secure in the thawt that hotel security installed extra locks on the door that connected my room to the preacher man's. I grabbed the three dimpelled sheets of "Koko Beach Hotel" stashunerry remainin on the pad from the nightstand, and jotted down some activiteez I might enjoy later that day. My stomach grumbelled under my tits like a neglected dog, so I scribbelled "tennis, salon, maybe spa treatment? ... disco," and then washed up.

Sportin a halter of lemon yellow, with an eyelet pattern, white denims and my favorite gold beaded thong sandals, I strutted in the direkshun of the hotel's breakfast room. I was lookin' forward to an all-inclusive pigfest on the 10th floor. Unlike other single chicks my age, I was lookin' for love like on "Urban Cowboy." Yeah, baby boy, you too young to remember that flick, right? Remind me in our weekend e-mail exchange to ride your wild bronco, and you'll expeereeance the best parts - besides the great makeout and line-dancin' tunes -- of that '80s movie.

No sooner did I plant my plump behind in a fancy chair did I get the eye from a 20-sumthin couple at 3 o'clock who was sittin at a table for four. There was sumthin sleezy about them winkin at me in such a charmin atmusfere enhanced by Europeean classical music. It was like Mozart was gwan pop out the speakers and slap the bejeezus out of the pair. It's amazin, tho, how I seen the chick and dude at all. I recall strugglin with my chair while sort a checkin behind it to make sure peepel had enuff space to walk pass. When I lookted up, Mr and Mrs. McGrinny was just grinnin in my direkshun like I was they own private side show. I could feel my eyebrows knittin together cuz I was wondering why two peepel had their asses parked at a table for four?

Usually I don't fall for the "Oh, come on. We can't let you eat all alone." But I had done got abused my first three days at Koko Beach, so I needed somebody's pity. "Sure," I told them, and nearly breaked the chair tryin to push away from the table. The server, a bronze, buksum chick with a butt wider than mine, sucked her tooths as she watched me change tables. I heard her mumbel sumthin about, "At least the bitch could a ordered sum juice." I watched her chunky ass waddel away and fantasized about what her juice must taste like. That thawt bust faster than one of them bubbels children blow through a hoop when I heared one of my new friends clear his throte.

"So you like that, hunh?" said the husband.

"Yeah, sometimes I go for the big tuna," I ansered, chucklin away. My cunt snot was poolin in my panties, even tho the inspirashun for the sensashun done shook her hips off to another table.

He laffed like it hurted his lips to smile. I imagined his throte explodin and wished he'd just let go. Then he aksed me, "What's your name, hot thing?"

"Hmmm, you just full a questions, ain't you, suga?" I said. "You can call me Rhonda."

"Ahem," his wife cleared her throte. "I'd love to see two black girls in action." She smiled so wide, like she was showin off a great bleech job at the dentist. What I don't think she noticed was her nips was hard like pebbles against her white polyester blowse. No bra, I thawt to myself. "I've already told Paul this, but I will now share with you," she said before takin in a few deep yoga breaths. "Back in high school, you could say I lost my virginity to a black girl, although I wanted her to stick her tongue all the way in my pussy but she refused." After her repeated confesshun, I stared a hole into her tricky gray eyes, and my mind got a news flash: She's just a married ho.

Still, this white chick was turnin me on. I was in my own world but could hear Laura and Paul chatterin and laffin. Between her stiff tips strainin against her blowse and her pale fingers twirlin her dirty blond hair, I was hooked on the Other. When I look back, maybe I was tired of gettin screwed by guys and needed a gentil touch.

Laura cawt me peepin at her cuz she did the unthinkable next. She stood up and reeched across the table, to the empty place settin, and grabbed a fork, givin me two eyefuls of firm alabaster tit meat with rosy nips. As the knots at the end of my dense tits turned heavy and began to throb, I becomed aware that a halter was a poor choice of outfit. I shot a look at Paul, who saw what I saw and was dribbellin onto his paper placemat. I guess he thawt his wife wood just be a ho in the bedroom -- either theirs or some oreo-cravin black chick's. Laura's face flushed to match the thrush on her neck and ear lobes. Just in time, a male server came over and took our beveraje order. Then we all got up to get our breakfast.

Somewhere between my creamy grits and the couple's golden brown flapjacks, a decijun was made for Laura and I to enjoy a spa treatment in the afternoon. Paul agreed to watch, and then after tellin us, "I'm just joking," he said he would work out at the fitness center. His physique was large and muscular, tho, so I didn't see the point. At least I would have a chance to catch up on that R&R I'd wanted from Day One. Laura wanted to go shoppin first, but I was broke, so I told her I'd meet her at Gentle Touch Spa at 2 p.m.

"Sweetheart, I'll meet you back at the hotel room, say around 5 p.m.? Then we'll get ready for supper," Paul said with a knowin smile.

"Sounds like a plan, babe," Laura agreed. She shared a intimmit kiss and a indiscreet butt carress with her main sqweeze, and he went off to the fitness center.

Turnin her wispy waist in my direkshun, she asked, "Rhonda, what are you going to do to busy yourself?" There was a sparkle in her eyes.

"This is an all-inclusive resort," I said, tryin to move out of her aura, "so I'm gwan for some free tennis. Well, technikally, it ain't free. Besides, I need to work off the grits, egg and sawsage I done gorged on at breakfast."

"Why not join Paul in the fitness center?" she insisted.

"I don't swing that way, suga," I said, then laughed to keep the mood lite.

"You don't have to use the chin-up bars," she said, jokin. "C'mon, we all could just be friends, you know," she said. But she didn't convince this southern gal.

"Look, I don't go workin out with wimmins' huzbandz, OK?" My anser ended the charade and wiped that grin off her face.

Several hours later, I was loungin on what felt like a long beanbag and my eyes were shut beneath cool, crisp cucumber slices. Under a avocaddo mask, I could hear myself moan, "Ahhhh." My white towel was slippin down from my bulgin tits, but I didn't give a fuck. It was all that massagin that Inga was givin my tense shoulders, that was movin the towel around. Hmpf, I bet Inga had a wide grin on her muscular face. While I let that thawt slide away with other tenshun, I heared Laura gasp with plezhure and I couldn't help tellin her, "Oooh, gurrrl, you gettin good relief over there, aren't you?" I didn't hear nothin but more gaspin and an occasional "Oh!" from my new friend, so I figured I'd better mind my own bizness. I did put a question to Inga, whose face I sho was glad I couldn't see: "Could you give me sum of them pleezin feelins my friend is so lucky to get?" All I heard Inga do was snort.

Meanwhile, Laura was silent, so I figured she done went off to sleep. Inga's large hands started neadin my thighs and caffs ruffly. "Eazy now, suga. I'm aware you big girls can't help yourselves, but I don't want you breakin my dammed legs." That made her soften her touches, and when her paws caressed my pelvic rejun under the towel, I instinktively contracted my torso. But it felt so fine, and I told Inga so. "Ohhh, yesss, I am lovin this. I'm putty in your hands, Inga,"

"Very nice, no?" Inga replied in a heavy Swedish accent. She started applyin firmer rubs to my belly, with pinches here and there above my pelvic bone. I quivered in delight and my walls contracted against my will. My jelly creeped out and spread all over that sensitive area between my pussy hole and my pooper. More caresses from Inga, but this time on the top of my hair mound, with her scoldin me, "You must try to keep still, miss." Couldn't she see the sheet on the beanbag bench was soakin wet beneath me? I wondered. My legs was wide open and on either side of the bench. "Yes, I make it feel better that good, yah," she was tellin me in a breathy kind a way. She stopped only to place one more cucumber slice on top a the ones on my eyes. Not bein able to see who was givin me plezhure made the sensashun more intense than any foreplay I'd had with a guy. 

Inga put gusto into neadin my mound like she was rollin bread doe. She kept up a steady rithin, lettin a finger travel for a nanosecond to my clit before retreatin to her fist. My hips didn't obey me and lifted to meet her amazin touches. "Ohhh, ohhh" escaped from my lips over and over while she got me teeterin to the edge of orgazim. With one swift move she snatched off the towel that sheelded my tits. I couldn't figure out how she done that cuz on her hands was on my private parts, but I nowed fo sho that I was butt naked in front of her.

"Mmmmm, don't you look tasty," mumbled a voice that sounded like Laura's. I wasn't sho, and my head was swimmin with thawts of sex with a big, bruisin Swedish woman. Hands seemed to multiply. Large, rough hands on my vulva and dainty fingers glidin over my thimbel-hard nipples. "I can't, I can't ... ohhh-ohhh-OHHH! ... do this," I pleeded. But Inga was hummin as if singin, every now and then sayin, "Very good, no?"

Laura seemed dazed cuz all I could hear from her was "Ahhhh, baby" when she wasn't stickin her steamy tong in my ear. She would a kissed me if it wasn't for the mask on my face, and I'm sure she wouldn't want to get avocado mush and dead skin cells in her mouth.

She and Inga had a duet gwan on. Laura's hot breath over tits made my nipples swell to new hites. She sucked in as much of each breast as she could and then gave the nubbins a lazy lick. I was gettin dizzier and my climaks was buildin up from my feets. When the ripples reeched my kneecaps, my hands sawt Inga's on my swolled up pussy lips. "Inga, what is you doin ..." I couldn't finish cuz I winced when I felt three or four of her fat fingers slip into my sloppy cunt. I thrashed about on the beanbag bench as wildly as she dug deeply in my joy hole. My walls was like the killer suckers on a octapuss's tentikals, but instead of poison they was packed with my addictive slime. And when Inga stopped fingerin me, she did a dramatic finish, suckin off the cum real loud so I could hear what I couldn't see. 

"Oh my God, I can't take this no more!" I cried. I removed the cucumber slices and to my supprize found Paul standin there with his robe open and his cock erect and vertikal. He would a been content with just slidin his fingers in and out of my cunt, but now that I was aware of what was gwan on, sumthin got unleashed in him. He removed his fingers, balled up a fist and splashed his way into my pussy. "Umph!" he shouted with each thrust. I gasped at first but, with each penetrashun, got used to the rudeness of the fistin and the weird pressure in my belly. It was like an assawlt but not.




Seduction at Koko Beach Ch. 03



Laura shreeked like his private cheerleader, insistin that Paul stop for a moment so she could eat my pussy out while he watched. He gave that idea a thumbs down cuz he had a grander plan: fuckin my face. After the last thrust of his fist, he told me, "Sit up on the bench and suck my cock." I obeyed, and he balled up my hair in his large hand while I gave him head.

Seein as I was bendin from the waist to suck and lick her husband's bone, sneaky Laura scooted behind me on the bench and licked the top of my asscrack. I tried to object, but Paul let her have her way. Next thing I nowed, he pulled his cock from my lips and told me to get in the doggie position on the bench. I aksed what for and got eight inches of cock in my mouth as my anser. He went back to gathrin up my hair in one a his hyumungus hands and tuggin it back and forth while I deep-throted him.

"My balls need a washin. Are you too prim for that, Rhonda?" Paul said, soundin harsh, not like the carefree guy in the breakfast room that mornin.

I couldn't say nuthin cuz he was bangin my tonsills. Laura spanked me with her bare hands while demandin, "Lick my hubby's big balls, and act like you love it or I'll make him fuck you up the ass."

I never got to lickin a man's nutsac so fast. I gave Paul's balls a tong bath -- bein forced to hear in groan like a dyin animal -- till I was almost out a spit. Laura watched, goadin Paul with, "Ooh, yeah. She's cleaning off those dirty balls." She was makin me nawshuss. I went back to his cock, circlin my tong on his glans. There was a lot of surface area to cover, suga. Paul's gerth was quite thick, too. Laura wasn't amuzed, and she spanked me again, harder this time.

"Ow!" I yelled, nearly bitin Paul's frenulum. Shit, what's that for? I held up my end of the deal and licked your man's balls," I yelled at her.

"Go back to licking my balls, Rhonda. You can't win this," Paul said, stratefaced."

Begrujinly, I went back to lickin his musty, sweaty balls. Laura took advantage of my position, as I was still on all fours, and rimmed my ass to the same rithim that I was tongin Paul's nutsac. Laura's agile tong felt so good in my pooper that I kepped jumpin. My own tong slipped off her husband's skrotum and slid across his asshole. Paul sighed and told me, "No, don't stop." I just pretended I didn't hear him, and he seemed happy with me lappin at his balls while he tugged on his cock.

Paul was in charge of this ironic spa session, and pamprin was not on the ajenda, so when he ordered Laura to get her face out my ass, she obeyed. Then he told me to stay in position. He switched with Laura, hoppin up on the bench and gruntin with the effort. Seconds later he was fuckin my pussy like animals do in the wild. I wailed and protested but got only Laura's shaved snatch between my lips.

"Mmmmm ... Taste my creamy pussy, yeah," she demanded. I relucktently stuck my tong out and licked her slit. I couldn't beleeve how much cum was spread on her vulva; it looked like vanilla puddin, just not as appetizin. "Ohhh ... yeah. Ohhhhhh ... yeah. Yeah, yeah-yeah ... Ohhh ... OHHHHH!" she shreeked befo turnin rellijus. "Oh, God! OH, GOD!" Her flushed skin and piercin cries made me hornier, and it didn't take long for me to suck on her pink clit till she squirted on my chin.

I slipped into the same sleezy mood, takin Paul's deep thrusts in my pussy like a champ and eatin out Laura, who was on the verje of another orgazim. I dived into her box as if I was comin off a hunger strike, and she rewarded me with a fashal. "Well, this is a spa, right?" she had the nerve to joke.

"But your huzband ain't givin me a gentil touch, either," I said to her. That was Paul's cue to fuck me with such intensity that I couldn't hear thru the pain.

"Take that white cock in your black pussy!" he shouted. "Ungh, ungh, take it! Ungh!"

Spent, Laura was sprawled on a towel on the floor, watchin her huzband screw a total stranger.

"Paul, I can't cum this way!" I cried. "You're bangin like a maniac. Get off me."

"No, I'm going to keep fucking you till I empty those balls you licked," you fucking whore!" he threatened.

"You can't talk to me that way!" I shot back.

"Oh yeah?" he said and then dicked me harder.

I supprized myself by expereeancin one of the strongest cums I ever did. My body spazzimed and my cunt juice gushed out onto Paul's hot iron rod. He lost all control and let out a thundruss "UNNNGHHH!" His cock hurt so good when it finished with a bang-bang-bang-bang-bang deep in my pussy. He shot his load far up into my womb and then collapsed on my back.

Suga, if I wasn't on the pill, I'd be tellin this story to you in a hole diffrent way. I'll rite you again soon.

~ to be continued ~