Lynn loved to dance. That's why she was here at Club Med. Their baby, Jason, was eight months old and Lynn and her husband Derek were ready for a vacation after the hectic months after the birth of their son. Derek left it up to Lynn where they would go. She chose this resort in the Caribbean for lots of reasons. She had heard from friends that there was lots of dancing at Club Meds. The staff goes to great lengths to get everyone to participate in a nightly ritual of group dancing after the evening entertainment. Afterward there was always dancing in the bar until late. They were here for 2 weeks, plenty of time to enjoy the trapeze, the sailing, the snorkeling, the volleyball and everything else offered by the resort.
If Lynn wanted to dance, it had to be in this kind of atmosphere because Derek hated to dance. She needed a place where there were lots of other people to dance with. Darek was so grateful not to be asked to dance himself that he gladly took Jason back to their room every night while Lynn danced in the bar.
Lynn had another motive for choosing Club Med. Her sexual desire had returned a few months after the birth. She had this feeling she wanted to break out of the "glowing Mom" mold she was now lumped into. She wanted to go somewhere with a slightly racy reputation. At the same time, she was a happily married woman and she didn't want to actually do anything naughty, she just wanted to feel naughty. She liked walking around all the time in her swimsuit and seeing the other GMs (at Club Med, all the guests are called GMs and the staff are called GOs) with few clothes on. Her innate modesty kept her from dressing too skimpily. She wore attractive, sleek one-piece suits that looked great on her, but contained enough material to make 4 or 5 of the skimpy suits that many women wore. She couldn't help herself; she usually pulled on a pair of running shorts over the suit as well.
The GOs had noticed Lynn the first night. She was tall and very athletic, with square shoulders, slim hips and long legs. She had long sandy hair and an attractive face. What everyone noticed though was her breasts. Her tight one-piece swimsuit flattened and rounded them, but they were impossible to hide. She looked about 30, but without a hint of the spread that many women get by that age. In her first days at the club, she did everything, sailing, playing volleyball and she especially loved the trapeze. She was always involved in something physical. She wasn't the type of woman who lay in the sun on the beach.
The male GOs would all dance with her during the evening. She exuded sex when she danced. Not because of any especially erotic moves she made, but because she moved so smoothly and gracefully to the rhythm of the music. It was arousing just to watch such a beautiful woman interpret the music with her body.
Lynn particularly liked dancing with Jean Claude, a French GO. He was extremely good looking and danced well. Lynn saw him every day down at the beach, teaching sailing and passing out equipment. She was pretty sure he was only 24 or 25. He was quite a contrast to her husband, Derek. Derek was good looking, but he was a sales rep back home in Ohio and didn't have the tan or powerful physique that Jean Claude had from a life on the beach. Jean Claude's English was perfect but she loved his accent.
Lynn danced with many different men during each evening, not wanting to complicate her life by getting close to any of them. But when Jean Claude asked her to dance late in the evening, she was happy to dance with him again. When the song finished, Jean Claude asked if she would like to walk down by the beach. She agreed before she had thought through the implications. Though only a hundred yards or so from the buildings, it was very dark down on the beach because there was no moon. The sound of the lapping waves and the breeze in the palm trees was very pleasant. The warm humidity of the night was comfortable in the breeze. They walked slowly and chatted about where they were from and the pleasant warm quiet of the beach at night.
Lynn wasn't surprised when it came. He put his hand lightly on her arm and turned her toward him. He didn't hesitate or hurry, he just leaned down and kissed her. She had been dying to be kissed by him and responded immediately. His tongue probed tentatively at her lips and she parted them. His hands were wrapped around her and one slid down onto her bottom. Jean Claude was pleased with its firm roundness. His other hand went to her neck and caressed it as they kissed. Lynn enjoyed the kiss immensely. She knew she shouldn't because she was happily married, but it was a thrill to kiss a man other than her husband after all these years. She had forgotten the special feeling of kissing someone for the first time. His touch on her neck was sensuous and gentle. The hand slid lower on her neck and she knew where it was going. The fingers dwelt for a moment on her collarbone and the little hollow at the base of her throat. Then it slid down over the exposed part of her chest and onto her breast, her nipple pressing into his palm. He slid his hand underneath and held its weight, his thumb and index finger kneading her nipple.
Lynn wasn't shocked at his forwardness. She was a grownup. She had expected this. She had told herself that she would have to stop him at this point. But it felt so good that she decided to wait just a little bit and savor the pleasurable feelings coursing through her body. No man other than her husband had caressed her breast in almost 10 years. It felt so new and fresh and intense because it was a stranger caressing her. She was getting very wet "down there" and she began to make noise, just a small "mmmmmm" as she kissed him. His other hand slid up to her hip and then to the side of her other breast.
She let him massage both breasts for a few minutes longer. He kissed up and down her neck and nibbled her ear a little before returning to her mouth. She entwined her tongue with his one last time before pushing him back. "That was very nice, Jean Claude. I really enjoyed it. But that's it, OK? I just couldn't resist kissing you at least once. I have to get back to my husband now. Maybe we can dance again tomorrow, but just dance, OK? This can't go too far."
Jean Claude cheerfully agreed because he knew that once a woman went this far, she couldn't resist going farther. She would fall asleep tonight thinking about what sex with him would feel like, what his cock would feel like inside her. She might even make love with her husband, all the while thinking of Jean Claude.
Lynn went back to her room. The baby was asleep and Derek was reading in bed. "I glad your still up, Honey." She slipped into the bathroom and checked herself carefully to make sure there was no sign of her recent activity with Jean Claude. She took care of her nightly bathroom rituals and opened the bathroom door to find the room dark. She knew from this that her husband was hoping to make love and she was already wet from her time with Jean Claude. She slipped into bed naked and snuggled up next to Derek. Pretty soon, she was sucking his cock and he was moaning. God, she thought, what would it be like to make a man like Jean Claude moan like that? Jean Claude was tall, bronzed and rippling with muscle. What would it be like to make such a hunk quiver and beg for her to continue? Just like Jean Claude thought she would, she wondered if his cock would be bigger and longer than her husband's. Would it fill her mouth more completely? Would it penetrate her more deeply?
Lynn whispered in Derek's ear, "Please fuck me doggie style, Derek." And then nibbled on his ear. She new he loved it when she talked a little dirty and she knew he liked to take her from behind. Lynn suspected he fantasized about fucking her in the ass when they did doggie style. He had asked her for anal sex a couple of times but she had always refused. She didn't mind him fantasizing though. She got on her hands and knees and knees and waited. He surprised her a little by kneeling at her head first. She took him into her mouth and he held her head and stroked her hair while she sucked him for a few minutes.
When he moved behind her, took her by the hips and inserted his cock, she moaned immediately. While Derek gazed at her ass, Lynn fantasized too. Sex on your hands and knees is more raw and impersonal. It was easy to imagine that it was Jean Claude's hands holding her hips, his thighs slapping at her bottom and his cock thrusting into her. Lynn reached back between her legs and rubbed herself. She made herself come just as Derek climaxed, with an image of herself with Jean Claude stimulating her mind while Derek and her fingers stimulated her body. They collapsed on the bed and she lay for a long time, feeling Derek's gradually softening cock and the squishiness of the cum inside her. She fell asleep wondering how she would feel if it were Jean Claude's semen causing the squishy feel in her vagina.
The next evening, Lynn returned to their room with Derek. She was scared about what she would do if Jean Claude asked her to walk on the beach again. The following evening, though, Derek urged her to go dancing. He knew how much she loved it and he also noticed how good she had been in bed when she had returned two nights ago. After Derek left for the room, she danced with a couple of men. One was Joseph, a black GO from Jamaica who taught trapeze. He was a very good dancer, with a style that was unique. She didn't see Jean Claude at first and when he appeared he didn't ask her to dance immediately. When he finally approached her, he acted very casually. At the end of the dance, he said "Have you been to the north end of the beach, where the child care building is? It's very quiet down there. I go there sometimes just to listen to the surf. You should try it. It's very relaxing."
"That sounds nice, I'll think about that." He asked another woman for the next dance and then she saw him wander away. She wanted to meet him, but she knew she shouldn't. She finally told herself that a little necking with a stranger would be just fun and she would stop before anything serious happened. She would go back to the room and afterward and make Derek very happy.
It was hard to see Jean Claude in the dark. He was right, it was very quiet and deserted at this end of the beach. They sat on a large log facing the sea and watched the silvery waves curl into the beach. Jean Claude turned her toward him and kissed her. She had already given herself permission to do this and she responded passionately, her tongue sparring with his, kissing wetly. He caressed her cheek and neck as they kissed but very soon his hand fell to her breast and began to massage it softly. Lynn had already decided she would let him touch her breasts, so she reacted eagerly to his touch. His hands were large and strong and a little rough from working outdoors. This felt wonderful on her breasts. She wanted to be taken a little bit, to be treated as his toy. She loved being tall and athletic, but paradoxically, she sometimes was really turned on by being the weak, vulnerable female submitting to the animal desires of the male.
Jean Claude slipped one strap of her swimsuit off of her shoulder and it fell down on her arm, exposing much of her breast. He began kissing her throat and then moved down to her cleavage, running his tongue up and down the valley there. Then he began kissing at the top of the mostly exposed breast and worked slowly down, moving side to side, kissing every exposed inch. He pushed aside her suit when he reached it and exposed her nipple. He kissed all around the nipple and the underside of her breast until she couldn't stand it anymore. She was writhing a little bit, moving so as to bring her nipple closer to his mouth. Finally he had pity on her and took it into his mouth and began suckling on it. She sighed loudly and held his head tightly against her, moaning and telling him not to stop.
Jean Claude slipped her other strap off of her other shoulder and exposed the neglected breast. While he kissed and sucked on this one, he continued to knead the other one. Lynn's chest was heaving with desire. She had stopped nursing the baby only six weeks before and she still craved the stimulation of her breasts.
Lynn began to worry about being seen. They were right out in the open, though in a very deserted part of the beach. When she said something to Jean Claude, he said "Not to worry. We can go into the day care building or one of the unused rooms. That wing of the building is empty since we are not full this week. We can use any of the rooms."
Lynn didn't know what to do. It might be hard to control things once they got in a room, but she didn't want to be seen and she wasn't ready to stop yet. She told herself she would be firm and not let things go beyond petting. She made a decision. "Jean Claude, can we go to a room? I don't want to be seen out here. But I have to tell you, I'm not going to have sex with you. I just want to do this some more. Is that OK?"
"Yes, certainly. I like this very much. I think you do too." And he smiled a beautiful Gallic smile.
When they entered the room, Lynn saw that it was identical to her own room. There wasn't much in it except a large bed. She shivered when she realized she was going to lay down on this bed with a stranger and make out with him. Jean Claude went around to the other side of the bed and said "Help me, will you?" as he pulled the covers down to reveal a broad expanse white sheet. Jean Claude turned the light off and came to her in the dimness and kissed her standing beside the bed. He took off his shirt and kicked off the sandals he had been wearing. Lynn kicked off her sandals too and they laid down on the bed. Lynn lay on her back and Jean Claude lay beside her on his side, up on his left elbow, with his right hand free. Her head was on the pillow and she turned toward him and they kissed.
Jean Claude's right hand skated over belly and chest, feeling the shape of her breasts, the transition from her slender waist to hip. He liked the taught, slippery feel of her swimsuit material. Some women's breasts disappear when they lie on their backs, not Lynn's. She was round and firm. His hand brushed the waistband of the running shorts she always wore over her suit when she wasn't in the water. He could feel her stomach muscles quiver in anticipation. "May I take these off? They get in the way." He looked her in the face as he asked and she just nodded. She lifted her hips as he pushed at the waistband. He pushed it to her knees and then she used her legs to push it the rest of the way off, finally dropping it from a toe.
As he watched her face, Lynn took first one strap and slipped it off her shoulder and then the other. Then she pulled her suit down to expose her breasts fully, inviting him to kiss them again. And he did. She held the back of his head as he buried his face between her breasts and then moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth. He made love to her breasts for a long time, until she seemed to be moaning with a desire for more. Then his hand stole down to her leg and the inside of her thigh. She moaned louder and rolled her knees outward, giving him just a little better access. After teasing her with his fingertips running up and down her inner thigh several times, he put his hand on her stomach on top of the suit that was still there. He explored her belly lower and lower. She made no move to stop him, so he slid his fingers down between her legs and cupped her pubic mound and pressed his fingers into the softness underneath. "I want to kiss you there. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes, I want you to." came out of her mouth without thought. She regretted it immediately. But now she was committed. She could no longer pretend that she would just give him a hand job. She had been unsuccessfully trying to push the thought of sucking Jean Claude's cock from her mind for 2 days. Now she would have to do it and the thought was so exciting it made her blush.
Jean Claude pulled her shorts and suit off as Lynn lifted her hips. He saw she had trimmed herself down there to look good in her bathing suit. He didn't take his own off yet. He kissed his way down Lynn's belly until he found his goal. It was hot and wet there as he probed with his tongue. Lynn was moaning and breathing heavily now. It was so easy to bring her up near an orgasm. He loved hearing her breathing become labored and rise in pitch. He teased her mercilessly, bringing her close to orgasm again and again.
He stood up on his knees. "Would you like a break? Would you like to kiss me a little?" Lynn just nodded and reached toward him. He slipped off his shorts and his cock sprang to attention. Lynn was delirious with desire. She would give anything to have his cock in her mouth right now. He knelt on the bed beside her head and she got up on one elbow. Her other hand held his cock and she plunged her mouth down on it.
"Oh, my God. It IS big" she thought as soon as she saw it. It was long and straight and pale, not tanned like the rest of him. It filled her mouth. Even when she pushed him far into the back of her throat, there was still enough shaft left to hold with her hand. She tried to look up into his eyes as she sucked, but that was very hard in this position. The cock in her mouth was making her even more excited than she had been. Her pussy was sopping wet.
Jean Claude wanted to watch her suck him. He pushed her head back onto the pillow and then leaned toward her so that his cock was at her lips again. Lynn held the shaft and looked up at Jean Claude's eyes. Now she could do it easily. She pulled him into her mouth all the while staring into his eyes. They kept eye contact while she sucked him and his hand caressed her breasts. After a while, he reached down across her belly and found her clitoris. She jumped when he touched it. He could see right away that she would come almost immediately if he kept it up. He could tell that sucking him really excited her. What a dream this woman was!
Lynn freed her mouth for a moment. "Can you make me come right when you do? Please?"
"Yes, yes, anything." And she took him in again. Her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him. She seemed to be simultaneously scared and eager. As he got closer to his own orgasm, she sucked more softly, teasing him. His rubbed harder on her clitoris and she responded with heavier breathing. She being so close to orgasm excited him and pushed him nearer. He felt his cock swell up in her mouth. She felt it too, he would come in the next 15 seconds. She sucked him firmly now and stroked firmly with her hand. His cock swelled again, bigger than the last time and then pulsed. She took his cock from her mouth and stroked it firmly with both hands. Jean Claude's whole body convulsed and he groaned loudly, but he firmly stroked her clit and Lynn's orgasm hit. It was all she could do to keep stroking his cock as her own body contorted with pleasure. His cock was spewing cum all over her chest. She had a glob of white on her chin and another pool of semen in that hollow at the base of her throat. Streaks of cum crossed her breasts. Her body finally stopped trembling. A broad smile took over her face as her tension completely released and the more comedic aspects of sex took over. She laughed and said to Jean Claude, "Well, it's a fine mess you've made here. I hope you clean up after yourself." She smiled up at him, feeling very naughty that she could smile and laugh and be nonchalant while covered with semen.
Jean Claude went to the bathroom and returned with a towel. Lynn wiped the semen from her face, neck and breasts. God, she thought, it was everywhere. She kissed Jean Claude goodnight and left the room feeling almost jaunty. She amazed herself with what she had done. It had been like something out of an X rated movie. The exhilaration was overwhelming the guilt feelings. She was still aroused and she would make it up to Derek. She yelled hello as she entered the room and ducked into the bathroom. She needed to freshen up before she got close to Derek. A little while later, Derek was pleased and surprised when Lynn ducked under the covers and began sucking on him. Pretty soon she was sitting on his cock and banging away at him, so happy to have a cock inside her and to be able to assuage her guilt at the same time.
The next day, all Lynn could think about was Jean Claude, more specifically, oral sex with him. She kept thinking about sucking his cock and what it would be like if she had let him come in her mouth, what his semen would taste like, what his cock would feel like as it spasmed in her mouth. She could hardly wait until the evening.
That night, they returned to the same room. Lynn wasted little time. She sank to her knees, pulled Jean Claude's shorts off and engulfed his cock. She sucked him with abandon, fully absorbed in the task, all the while breathing harder and harder herself as she became more consumed with desire. Her hands were all over his balls and his cock. She licked everywhere and forced his cock into her throat until she gagged. When he came, she just pressed him deep into her throat and let the cum fill her mouth, reveling in surrendering to her own passion. When he finally calmed down, she pulled back and swallowed the cum in a single big gulp. Then she laughed when she looked up at him. She was embarrassed at her own passion. 15 minutes after they entered the room, she had been swallowing his semen. Her clothes weren't even mussed up. She had given him a blowjob fully clothed.
Her desire wasn't slaked, however. She badly needed to come herself. Jean Claude stripped the clothes off of her and they lay down together. He kissed her mouth and her breasts, but her proceeded quickly to her pussy where his tongue teased her mercilessly. He brought her near orgasm and kept her there. Lynn pulled him into 69 position and began sucking him again. It felt wonderful to concentrate on sucking the cock in her mouth and have the sensations coming from her pussy overwhelm her senses despite trying to ignore them. She finally couldn't stand the teasing anymore, "Make me come. Jean Claude. Now, please." He loved it when they begged like that. He licked steadily and pushed her up and over the hump and she screamed when the orgasm hit. Her whole body convulsed and she held his head between her legs until the shaking stopped. She lay for while with her head on his shoulder, idly stroking his still rigid cock. She watched her hand sliding up and down and realized that her mouth was watering in anticipation of sucking it again. She positioned herself over him and took him in again. She sucked firmly and steadily, enjoying his heavy breathing. After less time that she would have guessed, his cock swelled up, but she kept moving and it pulsed, filling her mouth with another load of sperm. Jean Claude was moaning and stroking her hair. This time she savored it a little, examining what it felt and tasted like. This was a thicker, smaller load. She swallowed and sighed. It aroused her to eat him. Her desire was high again and she encouraged him to lick her some more. Another orgasm, a long rolling one took over her body. After it passed, she finally felt completely relaxed and she rested her head on his shoulder again.
"You really like performing oral sex, don't you?" He asked.
"It gets me excited. I can't help it. It gets me aroused more quickly than anything else."
"What is it that turns you on? Sucking cock? Do you like it when the man comes in your mouth?" Jean Claude loved to hear women talk about sex.
"I don't know why exactly, but I think it started when I was only 16. I met a boy at the county fair one night. He was black, but he seemed very nice. I was a "nice girl" and still a virgin. We found a dark spot away from all the lights and I let him kiss me. We kissed for a while and I let him feel my breasts. He even slipped a hand inside my shirt and felt my bare skin. It felt really good, but I didn't want to go any farther. He placed my hand on his crotch and I felt a long hard cock there. Then, with my hand still on his cock, he looked me in the eye and said. "Lynn, I want you to suck my cock. Will you take it out of my pants?"
I said, "No, I can't do that."
"Yes, you can. I can tell you want to." He held me by the arms and tried to push me down to my knees. I broke away and ran. For days afterward, I kept thinking about what it would have been like to give in, to have knelt there in the dirt and sucked his cock. I imagined him coming in my mouth and told myself how horrible that would have been. But when I masturbated, I found myself thinking of the same thing. I fantasized that he raped me and made me suck him and came in my mouth. It was rape, so it wasn't my responsibility. That fantasy has excited me ever since. Maybe that's why I am so turned on by oral sex.
"Have you lived out the rest of your fantasy yet? Sex with a black man? Pretended to be raped during sex?" Jean Claude had an idea.
"No, certainly not. It's not right to have sex with a black man. Anyway I'm married. I don't play pretend games with my husband."
"Maybe you should. What if you could relive your fantasy in a totally safe manner?"
"What do you mean?"
"I could arrange for someone to play the role of your black man. You could find out what it would have been like to give in, to surrender to him. It would be perfectly safe. You would have a code phrase. If you say it, he will stop the game immediately. That way you could play the role completely."
"Oh, my God. I don't know. ..." The idea was intoxicating, but scary. The fantasy was lodged deep in her mind, though, and it was powerful. She wanted to do it despite her fear. After a long pause, she whispered, "What would I do?"
"You would just go for a walk in the quiet, dark areas of the resort, late in the evening. You never know who might be lying in wait for a pretty woman to pass by. When he first grabs you, he would use a phrase to reassure you that he is role-playing. Then he would take control and you should act like any scared woman. If ever you want the game to stop, you would use another code phase to tell him to stop the game."
"I could get him to stop at any time?"
"Yes."
"But otherwise I act like a rape victim?"
"You should act like the rape victim in your fantasy. The man will do his best to fulfill your fantasy." Lynn thought Jean Claude himself was going to be the man lurking in the shadows. She was comforted by this.
"I guess we could try it." Her voice was very quiet. She was scared but excited.
"OK. Your code phrase is 'I need some air.' Just say that if you want to stop. But try to play the role fully. Pretend it is really a stranger, it might actually be. Play out the fantasy."
She realized with a shock that Jean Claude might not be the stranger. It might be someone else. The next day she was skittish all day in anticipation of the coming event. It was "Dress Up" night at the resort. All the guests were encouraged to wear their best clothes on this one evening. It gave the women a chance to dress up, which they loved. Lynn wore a simple, small black dress. It was low cut, but not dramatically so, with spaghetti straps and a short lively skirt. Derek retired with the baby as usual and left his lovely wife at the dance floor. It was hard to enjoy dancing with the impending game, but she tried. She kept looking around for Jean Claude. When he showed up, he danced once with her and then said he had to go to sleep and suggested that she go for a walk.
Lynn's stomach muscles quivered in anticipation and fear, hear knees felt a little wobbly. But she remembered the fantasy that she had had since her teenage years, how powerfully it aroused her. She left the dance floor and wandered down by the beach. She had walked for quite a while and nothing had happened when she was grabbed from behind. A huge strong hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her back against a body. Another hand flashed a knife in front of her eyes. The whisper in her ear said "Do exactly as I say and you won't be hurt. Do you understand? Nod your head if you do." She nodded.
"Will you keep quiet when I take my hand off your mouth?" Lynn nodded again. The fear was ripping through her body. All her muscles shook. This man wasn't Jean Claude. He was bigger and more powerful. He sounded Jamaican and was almost certainly black. It might be Joseph.
He freed her mouth and said "Now walk with me." He put his hand on her hip and held her other arm while her lead her off toward and even darker area of the grounds. They went through a break in the greenery and into a small clear area that was hidden. It was pitch black. She heard a zipper and then the rapist's hand placed her hand on a cock. It was fat and long.
"That's my cock. I want you to please me by sucking it."
"Oh, please don't make me. I married. I'm a mother. Don't do this to me."
"You're just like any other white girl. You're dying to suck this cock. Get down on your knees."
"Oh, please! No." He pushed down on her shoulders and she acquiesced. The dirt was gritty underneath her knees. Her hand still held the cock, it was pointing at her face.
"Come on, girl." He put his hand over hers and pointed his big cock right at her mouth. His other hand went to the back of her neck and pulled her forward until her lips touched the tip of his cock. She parted them slightly. Joseph pushed harder on her neck and his cock pushed into her mouth. "My God" she thought. "it's in my mouth, a black cock." She was incredibly turned on by this reenactment of her fantasy.
She pulled off of his cock and spoke, "If I do this, you won't hurt me? Will you let me go?"
"If you do well enough, I'll think about letting you go. Otherwise ..." He brushed her neck with the blade of the knife. It was electric to Lynn. A shiver went through her. If this was not play acting, she would have peed in her panties. As it as it made her even more hot.
She now bent to sucking him in earnest. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them with disturbing her. He wore no underwear. His cock could fill her mouth completely, the tip jammed in the back of her throat, gagging her, and still she couldn't get more than 60% of it in. Sucking a black stranger's cock in the bushes was even erotic that she had imagined. She loved the idea that she was being forced. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't this wicked and depraved.
"Use your hands all over baby. Feel my balls. Lick'em too. Feel my ass. That's it, white girl. Eat that nigger cock. Pretty soon I'll give you a mouth full of cum too. You ever eat nigger cum, girl?"
"No, please, don't. I can't, I'm a good girl."
"Yes you can and you will. When you're ready to eat my cum, stick your finger up my ass and suck real deep on my cock. Keep it all in your mouth, you hear?"
She didn't respond. He pulled her off for a moment. "You hear?"
"Yes."
"You'll eat it all, right?"
"Yes."
He held her head and fucked her mouth for quite a while. Lynn was delirious with desire. She wanted to be fucked in the mouth. She wanted to be covered in cum. She was out of control, completely in thrall to his giant cock. As soon as he let her, she resumed sucking him hard and her fingers explored his perineum and then found his anus. She wanted his cum, she wanted to receive it in her mouth where she would have to taste its bitter flavor and thick texture. She wanted the humiliation of swallowing her attacker's semen. She pushed her finger all the way into his ass and he reacted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. Her head thrust back at him, jamming him into her throat. He clutched at her head and his swelled and spasmed and began flooding her mouth with thick semen. He held her head while he spurted again and again and grunted like an animal. Her hand pumped hard squeezing every drop into her mouth. When he had stopped coming and relaxed, she pulled back and swallowed the thick stuff down, nearly gagging. Then she plunged his cock back into her mouth, wanting to enjoy the now harmless cock, knowing that it felt delicious to her attacker.
"Here, wipe off your face." He handed her a handkerchief. He pulled his pants back on while Lynn cleaned herself up. "Get on your feet." He took her by the arm and led her out of the bushes and along a path back toward the buildings.
"Where are you taking me? I did what you asked. Can't you let me go now?" She was burning with desire. She hadn't come yet and she was dying to reach down and touch herself. She wished her attacker would go down on her, but that seemed unlikely.
Joseph unlocked an unoccupied room and pushed her inside. "Take off your clothes. Now."
"Oh, please, don't. You said you'd let me go if I did that to you."
"Just take'em off."
Lynn didn't know whether to be thrilled or scared. She wanted so badly for someone to bury his tongue in her pussy. But what if he was going to try to have intercourse with her? What should she do? She slipped out of her dress and pulled her panties down and kicked them off. She tried to cover herself with her hands. "Please don't do this" she said.
He ignored her. "Pull down the covers on the bed and then get in it and don't make me ask again. She trembled as she pulled the covers off the bed leaving just the expanse of white sheet. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her side in partial fetal crouch.
"Lay on your back." She rolled to her back. She kept her knees locked together and tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands. It didn't work. "Put your hands together above your head." She moved her arms above her head, exposing herself completely. She felt so vulnerable, her breasts open to view, her body unprotected. Joseph undressed while he watched her watching him in the very dim light. When he pulled his pants off, her eyes went to his cock and stayed there. The partially erect cock, long and black, mesmerized Lynn as it arced down from his groin. His body was dark and shiny and well muscled. She was getting more scared. She was almost sure now that he intended to fuck her. She couldn't do that, she had vowed to herself that she would not betray her husband to that extent. The fear excited her even more. Her pussy was seething hot from the excitement of sucking him off and now the prospect of being fucked by a black "rapist" was too much. Her body was quivering in anticipation.
Joseph crawled up and straddled her chest. Lynn could feel his balls brush over her breasts. He put his cock at her lips and pushed into her mouth. "Get me hard again, white girl." When she started to pull her arms down to use her hands on him, he said "Keep your hands over your head. You just suck that black dick, Baby. Just use those lips of yours on me." He moved his hips, fucking her mouth gently. His cock stiffened immediately. Lynn was delirious with desire. She badly needed release.
"That's it, Baby. I have to take it way now." And he pulled away from her eagerly sucking mouth. She licked her lips and looked up at him. She spread her legs, opening herself to him, hoping her would take her now.
He settled between her widely spread thighs and rested his weight on his elbows. He poked his cock at her until he found her hot wet vagina. As soon as he felt the tip lodged in the right place he pushed and kept pushing. She was so hot and wet that he could push all the way in without a pause. Lynn screamed at the delicious intrusion. The first thrust of his fat cock into her produced excruciating pleasure. She had fantasized about being fucked against her will for so many years. Now it was happening. Though this might have started as a game, she had really not meant to have sex tonight, only oral sex. But her attacker was taking her, fucking her with his giant member. And she was acquiescing, allowing him to do it, allowing that secret wicked desire for sex with a black man to weaken her resistance.
She liked that he was fucking her roughly, jamming himself hard into her. She had rarely had sex like this with her husband. This was raw and thrilling. Within minutes, she was close to coming. As her breathing got faster and faster with her approaching orgasm, she took her passive hands from over her head and wrapped them around his back, pulling him into her, willing him to make her come. Her orgasm exploded in her belly and her body convulsed and shook. Her scream had to be heard several rooms away.
Joseph never stopped. His big cock kept forcing its way into her body over and over again. Instead of drifting back into a calm and relaxed state, the insistent cock kept her in a state of high arousal. After her orgasm passed, Lynn discovered she was already on the way to another. The pleasure sensations from her pussy were still intense. She moved her hips, fucking with him, urging the cock to go as deep as possible.
Joseph rolled her on her side facing away from him and re-entered her from behind. His thighs slapped against her ass as he continued. His thrusting was more deliberate now, deeper, probing her insides. Now he could more easily use his hands to explore her body. He played with her wonderful breasts, teasing the nipples and drawing sighs from her. He stroked her long sandy hair. His hands ran over her hips and waist enjoying the tactile sensation of her shapely body and smooth skin. All the while, his cock kept up its steady insistent rhythm. Lynn was lost in the pleasure. She was being forced up the slope to another orgasm. Her breathing began getting ragged. Lynn's ass was wonderfully supple. It was muscle, not shapely fat. Joseph slipped a thumb down into the crack and teased her anus. She moaned loudly when he pushed it in to the first knuckle. He reached around with his other hand and found her clit. Lynn was on fire. The cock was driving her mad with desire and the thumb in her ass was a new and unique sensation. Adding stimulation to her clit to all this drove her over the hump and into another orgasm. This one was sharp and intense, focusing entirely on the six-inch area extending from her clit to her anus. The whole area burned with pleasure for what seemed like forever.
Once again, Joseph did not join her in coming. Once again, he kept thrusting into her, kept her supported on a high plane of pleasure. He made her assume different positions. Kneeling on all fours and receiving him from behind made Lynn feel like a slut, with her breasts swinging below her as he banged into her. He lay on his back and made her mount him. When she sank down on his cock and felt it slide up into her, it felt like being impaled on a stake. But she enjoyed controlling the depth of the cock inside her. It made her feel like a whore, sliding up and down on the cock to increase her own pleasure. He stood her up for while and leaned her against the windowsill and banged her from behind, massaging her breasts from behind the whole time.
Finally, he pushed her onto her back again. She spread her legs slightly, expecting him to settle there. He didn't disappoint her. He lay on top of her and looked her straight in the eye and said "It's time, girl. Guide me in. I want to feel you guide me inside you."
"Time for what?"
"Time to fill you with cum, girl. You haven't been fucked unless you go home with sperm inside you."
"No, please don't. I'm a married woman. I can't let you. Please." Joseph noticed she didn't use the code phrase. He was sure she didn't intend to be fucked tonight, but she was willing to play out the fantasy and let a black man come inside of her.
"Guide me in." Reluctantly, her hand reached down between her legs and found his giant cock and grasped it. She moved the cock around until she felt the tip between the lips of her vagina. She pushed her hips toward him a little to lodge it firmly.
"There." She said and waited. His hips rolled up and forward and she felt the cock slide through her hand and into her body. She played with his balls for a while, knowing they held semen soon to be deposited in her body. As his thrusting increased, she put both arms around his back and clung to him with her arms and legs, trying to give him the leverage he needed to force his cock all the way in on each stroke. She pushed her hips back at him in time with each stroke. She felt an orgasm of her own approaching. She bit his shoulder as she anticipated his orgasm, the moment when he would shoot his cum into her womb. When he cried out and jammed himself in as deep as he could go, she knew spurts of cum were shooting into her body. The forbidden wickedness of it triggered her orgasm. They both grunted and moaned as his cock pulsed semen into her pussy and her pussy squeezed and milked his cock.
Lynn realized how nasty she had been. She had just sucked off a stranger and then let him fuck her. She had come three times from the cock inside her, the last time triggered by the knowledge that the stranger had come inside of her. When she returned to her room, she had been too exhausted to make love to her husband. She was also deathly afraid that he would somehow notice that another man had already fucked her that night.
She was ashamed of herself. When she woke during the middle of the night, she saw that the baby was sleeping soundly. Carefully, she went after Derek's cock. He woke as soon as her lips touched it. She sucked him and teased him and finally made him come. She made sure she caught everything in her mouth and swallowed it neatly. She felt a little less guilty now. Derek was very happy, even when she kissed him on the lips before they went back to sleep. She couldn't quite believe that she had the cum of two different men in her stomach now. She drifted of to sleep again quickly.
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