Author: J. Richards
Title: Jamaican Vacation 
Summary: A Caribbean trip changes several lives. 
Keywords: MFM, Rec.Drugs

Jamaican Vacation

Proverb
Sometimes life works out to give you better than you could ask for.
											        Cowboy

As a case in point, let me tell you of my first vacation in Jamaica.

It was the winter of 1978 and I was working in a County mental health agency as the Director of the inpatient services (sort of a “crisis to ennui” job) and getting over my recent divorce.  As a doctor of psychology, the work was stimulating, but, after the first years, I was feeling burned out.  As a “new” single guy, I was experiencing the phenomena of not being able to meet women, even though I knew I’d seen them around me when I was married.  A funny situation.  Anyway, I was single again, had some extra cash and really needed a vacation, since I was going to be moving to a new house in a month (not something I was looking forward to).  That’s when the Fairy Godmother Department kicked in.
 
It started when my brother called me on a Wednesday night with an invitation to take a trip with him and several musician friends we both knew and “do something different”.  
It turned out that they had decided to drive down to Florida and then fly out to Jamaica to spend two weeks in the sun, drinking and doing music.  The only hitch was, the trip was scheduled for the coming Friday.  Well, I thought about the offer…for about two seconds and then told my bro, “Absolutely!  I’m in for the trip”.  I signed off and was able to call my boss and set up the time-off within 30 minutes, before starting to pack a very small backpack to take with me.  
The trip down to Florida was uneventful…I mean, a 2000 mile drive just takes time, and it helps to have simpatico partners to while away the miles enroute and we all got along great.  We left the van in a parking lot at the Miami airport and enplaned to fly the short hop out to Montego Bay, Jamaica where we’d rented a small van for our planned trips around the island.  At least that was the preliminary plan. 
 Our first night was planned to be in a town called Negril, a small wide spot at the west end of the island which we found with out any trouble and just moved our minimal luggage into the two cabins we had rented (for $2.50 a night!) at Mrs. Moore’s Cottages and just went to sleep after a long, hard day.
  
I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds (and they weren’t Robins) calling deep in the green jungle outside my window and the smell of “something different” wafting on the warm breeze.  After a bite of breakfast on Mrs. Moore’s patio restaurant, the 6 of us walked across the road and pushed through the jungle until the undergrowth dropped away. I was looking at my first Jamaican beach.  All white sand, blue water, no one around and warm breezes.  I was in heaven! We looked at one another, smiled and walked into the sunlight, preparing to have our first day of our “Jamaican Vacation”.  

Doug and Becca

You can’t ask for a better place to meet anybody than a café patio in Negril, Jamaica.  If those “anybodies” were anywhere close to Doug and Becca, the couple I met there, you’d be in luck!
After several hours on the beach, I was heading back to pick up a book I’d left in my cottage room at Mrs. Moore’s and I was still trying to sort out the wonderful scenes, smells and options for my two week vacation. Since everybody had gone in their various directions “to check out the area”, I was left enjoying the 7 mile long white sand beach, a gorgeous blue-sky day, a finished vacation novel and an empty Red Stripe bottle.  Since the cottage was just across the road, I left my towel and meandered over to the cottages with the intention of starting my next book (a habit I had started after emerging from my unexpected divorce about 6 months before).  I walked into my room and grabbed the volume, a copy of some arcane book about the Tantra, which I was very deeply involved in at that time, and headed back to the beach.  Since I was passing the patio café and it was about noon, I decided to stop in and get a drink and maybe some kind of appetizer.  When I entered the patio, I noticed that I wasn’t alone.  Since I’m a “people person”, I couldn’t help but notice the handsome couple sitting at the back of the area.  The “he” was a good looking guy of about my age, around 33 or so, with a solid body, although he must have been only about 5’ 6”.  However as a male, I really focused in on his partner.  She was very petite, maybe about 5’ and around 98 pounds or so.  Very petite.  She looked to be about 20, but she could have been older.  She was a knockout!  Great body with breasts that keep many guys from looking at her face and eyes.  She was obviously very aware of herself and the setting she was enhancing, but her eyes were taking in everything.  Including me.  Whoops!  I turned my eyes away to keep myself from panting and walked to the bar and ordered a rum and coke from Mrs. Moore to keep myself from acting gauche’ by attempting to lick my eyebrows.  I was staring at the liquor bottles on the wall and thinking about the couple behind me when I heard a step and an “Excuse me?” from behind.  I turned and saw the man from the table.  
“Yes?” I said.  The man smiled and put out his hand and said, “I’m Doug and my wife and I were wondering if you might like to have a drink with us?”  
I hope that I was not too eager when I replied with, “That would be very nice, Thank you!” and moved over to the table with Doug.  
His wife was smiling as we approached and put out her hand and said, “I’m Becca.  And where are you from?”  All I could think was, “She has green eyes!” For the next hour and a half we proceeded to drink several rum drinks and get to know one another.
It turned out that Doug and Becca had met when they were at an East coast college where they graduated in 1964.  They got married in that same year and moved to a small village to both become teachers…She taught 4th. Grade and he became a 6th grade teacher, at the start.  After a few years he went back to school to become a CPA and they moved closer to New York where they lived for 12 years. And, unbelievably, she was 32 years old!  Did I mention that she had green eyes? It was obvious that Becca and Doug were both still “In love” and it was so great to be around them on that small patio that afternoon.  
When Doug looked up and reminded Becca that they’d better be going for their reservation, he turned to me and said, “How ‘bout we get together tomorrow at Rick’s for a drink?  Around 11:30?  I really wanted to see them again, so I readily agreed to the meeting. 
After they left, I went over to the beach and enjoyed the view while going over the last several hours and the great sense of “Knowing” that I received from being around the two of them.  I really liked Doug and Becca!  
Since the guys hadn’t returned by 5, I wandered back to the patio bar and got into a conversion with another vacationer as we sipped our rum and cokes. I was interested in the nightlife and what people did down here in Negril for fun.  After a bit I said, “Say John, I’ve always heard about the grass here in Jamaica…What do you know about it?”  
He smiled,  “Well, basically, dope is illegal on the island and everybody grows some and the cops will stage raids to harvest money from any non-Jamaican, so be careful anywhere away from here in Negril.  The cops stay away from the expensive beaches, like Hedonism and Club Med, and let people alone.  That’s the motto here in Negril: Leave people alone.  People come here to enjoy themselves and smoke a little bit of the ganja and fuck their brains out.  It’s an erotic vacation spot.  Just look around.  People will turn you on to what’s going on…just ask.”
I put that into my head and proceeded to have several more drinks before heading back to my cabin.  Later that night after a simple dinner, the group was relaxing on the front stoop doing a bit of music and talking about our options.  
“I like the Red Stripe and the rum,” said my brother, Dan, “but it sure would be great to smoke a joint!  I mean, Jamaica!?  Anybody have any ideas on how to get some?” 
I related the talk I’d had on the patio with John and figured that, since I was good at negotiating, I’d head out into the night and find someone to ask.  Hell, that’s what John said to do.  Everybody gave me some money, “In case you find some” and I got up to go exploring.  
I hadn’t realized that, being a new moon night, I wasn’t going to be able to explore the jungle or be able to see anyone in the darkness.  It was very dark. I headed across the one lane road and tried to stay on the path over to the beach in hopes of running into somebody.  But I got lost.  The Fairy Godmother Department, however, was still on the job and I actually did run into someone on the trail...actually.  We both were startled and both said, “Excuse me” at the same time and started laughing quietly.  After a moment I asked the shadowy outline where the ocean was.  
“Oh, just go the direction your headed and you can’t miss it, I mean, it is an ocean”.  That got us laughing again and it gave me a chance to ask how I might be able to get a little bit of ganja in the area.
“That’s the easiest thing I know”, he said.  I felt his hand push something into my chest, “Here. I was getting rid of this last bit of my stash since we’re leaving for the mainland tomorrow morning.  And, by the way, don’t carry anything with you when you leave Negril, but there’s a bit left in the baggie and it’s yours, if you want it.”  
I was ecstatic at how easy my search was turning out.  I said my thanks and wished him a wonderful trip home and heard him walking away toward the beach.  I turned around and headed back to where I hoped the road would be and found the cottages with the kerosene lamps on the walls at the entrance to the little eating patio.  I was still thinking about my meeting with Doug and Becca but I figured that I’d never see either of them again (even though I’d have loved to see Becca’s body on the beach in the sunlight) so I proceeded to take my dope and amaze my trip mates with how I’d fared with my search as I gave them their money back.  I didn’t mention Doug and Becca, since I figured I’d be razzed about “Finding the one that got away”, or something similar. 
The evening turned into an all night party with us all getting totally wasted and singing the night away.  During the evening the rest of the guys decided that they wanted to take a trip up into the Blue Mountains, or something like that for the next couple of days.  I told them I’d pass and just enjoy being in Negril and sun on the beach, or something, while they were gone.
  
The next morning, after breakfast, several rum drinks, and several joints, I gave my brother the keys and waved as the intrepid explorers gunned the little van and left for their small road trip of sightseeing.  Dan said they’d “probably be back before dark, day after tomorrow, but who knows!”  I wasn’t sure of their ETA, but I wished them well as I watched them roar down the road.
“God, I hope they don’t run into anything!” I thought, and then proceeded to go in and have Mrs. Moore mix me a rum and coke on the patio so I could decide on what I wanted to do for the day before, hopefully, meeting with Doug and Becca.
  
I was really stoked just to be alone away from my “regular” life and having nothing to do.  Amazing!!  For most of the rest of the morning I just laid back and read on the beach.  Just fun reading and it was great.  When I happened to look at my watch, I realized that it was almost 11:15.  I had assumed that our “lunch meeting” was just social pleasantries and Doug and Becca were probably getting ready to leave tomorrow and wouldn’t be at Rick’s as we’d planned.  Oh, well. No matter, I figured. I wanted to head down to the bar anyway and have a drink and see if I might meet anybody on the cliffs I’d heard about.  
After getting ready (that meant putting on a shirt), I headed back to the ocean and turned left to get to the café.  After a 15-minute walk up the beach, I strolled onto the grass at Rick’s, ordered a rum and coke and found a great lounge chair for looking out at the ocean (and the beautiful bodies around me!).  
I’ve never seen any more beautiful setting in my life.  For about ten minutes I was communing with nature and enjoying the bodies of the lovely ladies who were hanging out at Rick’s…almost all with an attending male, husband, boyfriend, or something.  “Oh, well”, I thought to my self, continuing to look at the beautiful display, and feeling more and more horny.  
I was into watching this bikini clad brunette spread oil over her long legs and stomach, wondering where she’d end up, when I heard my name from behind my chair.
“Hey, Cowboy!  Want to get lunch?”
I turned and watched as Doug came towards me over the lawn. He seemed to be carrying some type of camera hanging around his neck, and was wearing an open shirt and shorts with the ubiquitous sandals everyone wore.
“I’ll bet you didn’t think we’d be here, right?” he said, smiling, as he plopped onto the other lounge next to mine.  
I smiled and reached over and shook his hand and said, “I wasn’t sure, but I’m really happy to see you…but where’s Becca?”
“Becca’s coming in just a bit, but I wanted to talk with you before she shows up for lunch. Is that OK with you?”
I was a bit surprised but I liked the way he was so forth coming about his agenda, so I just said, “Shoot…What’s up?  Anything I can help you with?”
Doug looked at me for just a second, then appeared to relax and then started to tell me about his relationship with Becca, embellishing what he’d said the day before.
“I think I told you that we met during our senior year of college…I was getting my degree in Accounting and Becca had just finished getting her teaching credential when I met her at a party.  If any couple ever fell in love instantly, it would be Becca and I.  She is my love and I’m her’s and we both knew that about our relationship at the beginning.  I quickly got a teaching credential so we could be together and have an income, since it was going to be the two of us from then on.  We got married after a six-month engagement and the last 15 years has been the most wonderful time in both of our lives.  Now, we were both very naïve when we met and Becca was fairly ignorant about sex, but we both started discovering how much we loved having physical sexuality in our lives and how it just enhances everything.  Over time, Becca has realized that, one of the things that really turns her on, is being watched by others, especially guys.  I guess she’s sort of an exhibitionist, in that she likes to show off her body and occasionally flash guys, while pretending that it’s just a chance glimpse.  I, on the other hand, have realized that I’m something of a voyerer…but specifically, I like watching my wife, as she turns guys heads and tents their pants, if you know what I mean.”  
I laughed and agreed that she certainly had the equipment to do exactly that. Then he continued about how they’d started exploring some of the Eastern disciplines by reading and going to seminars about 5 years ago, which really got them more involved with exploring the sexual energy they were creating.  I nodded and said “Like Taoism and Tantra?”  His eyes opened and he nodded.  I told him of my own readings, explorings and classes that had gotten me on to what sound amazingly similar to what he and Becca were engaged in.  From that point on we just really hit it off, talking about all the various paths and constantly remarking on the similarities of what we were doing.  After about ten or fifteen minutes, Doug looked across the grass area and smiled.  “Let’s carry this on at dinner, but take a look at what just came in to Rick’s!”  As I turned, Doug pulled out a new Olympus SLR with what appeared to be a variable close-up/telephoto lens and began to “take pictures of Rick’s”.  However he was primarily getting shots of his gorgeous wife and the stir she was making among the customers.  There were pants tenting on the guys as she walked around the grassy bar before “seeing us” and waving before coming over to get kissed by Doug.  She bent down and kissed my cheek as well, giving me a big sexy smile (and, coincidentally, an eyeful of her totally tanned breasts and rigid nipples) with an “I’m very glad you could make it, Cowboy!”  Well, I was hooked.  Doug and Becca had gotten to me and I wanted to hang out with them as much as I could.  They just made me feel great being around them and I felt that I’d been moved into an alternate Universe, which they graced.  
After having several rum and cokes over the course of the afternoon, we decided to walk the beach to a small restaurant they had been frequenting.  The food was great and the evening passed like a dream, as we discussed our lives, our goals and our fantasies and especially what turned us on.  What was so gratifying was the fact that they found me as interesting as I found them.  It was something that doesn’t happen all that often.  Trust me on that!  	
We closed the restaurant and walked down the beach towards my cottage.  As we were getting close, Doug said, “Cowboy, we’re needing to leave tomorrow evening to get back to our jobs, but Becca and I would sure love to spend tomorrow with you.  Would that be O.K. with you?”  
I just stopped and look at them and shook my head.  “You know, I was figuring that, after tonight, that would be it and I’d never see you two lovely friends ever again.  So, absolutely!!  I love being around you both!”  The two of them just reached out and put their arms around me and we just hugged on the beach of Negril, in the moonlight, with the Caribbean breeze stroking us.  After a period, we continued toward my lodging as we set up for our adventure on the beach the next day.  

I came out of a delicious, deep sleep late the next morning as I heard a knock on the front porch and then heard Becca saying, “Cowboy?  Are you up for an adventure??”  Doug chimed in with “Come on Cowboy, times a wasting!”  
I rolled off my bed, slipped on a beach shirt, the old Speedo that I usually wore, my sandals, and grabbed my towel, hat, and backpack and went out to meet the day.  
We first decided that it was criminal to leave with out having a morning libation, so we stopped in at the patio and I ordered drinks for us all.  As we sipped, Doug said, “I think you’ll love where we’re going.  Becca and I found it last week and have been there several times.  It’s about 2 miles down the beach, so there’s no one around to spoil the view, and it’s back in the forest a bit so it’s totally pristine!  I brought the camera today with lots of film to get shots of the scenery.”  
I said, “I didn’t know you were into photo work, until I saw your rig last evening. Pretty impressive! I’m into photo work a bit myself.  I’ve got an old Leica M4 and an older Olympus, but I left them at home, since I wanted to travel totally light”.  
He bent over and opened his gear bag and pulled out his Olympus SLR.  “I just got it and it’s fitted with this variable focus lens that goes from telephoto to close-up with just a twist of the wrist.”  He demonstrated and handed it to me and I fell in love with the new technology.  It was very similar to mine but was just space age.  
Doug said, “Let’s use it together today and document our afternoon!  Up for it?”  
I just grinned and said, “Absolutely!”  
Becca just shook her head and said, with a smile, “Just like guys…High tech and you forget where you are!”  
Doug and I started laughing and he said, “Love, think of it as a way for us to get lots of photos of you!!”  
She laughed and made a vampy, love goddess pose with her body and then blinked her eyes at us.  “You mean me, you stud??”  She did it so well that we all started really laughing and after a moment, Doug wiped his eyes and said, “With that, we are summoned to the beach…I mean the photo studio!”  
The strip of forest across the road was cool and there were flowers on both sides of the path as we walked down to the beach.  It was a fantastic day; an intense blue sky, white sand, and Caribbean blue water with a gentle shore break that disappeared down the beach on both sides of us.  There were several tanners on the beach but no more than 3 or 4. 
We turned right and started walking away from civilization, all three of us enjoying the mutual camaraderie and keeping up a dialogue as we wandered.  Doug and Becca told me more about their life and the things they enjoyed doing. As they talked I remember thinking how similar their likes and experiences were to mine.  Becca got into telling about how she and Doug got involved in a couples’ massage class several years ago at home and how being literally exposed to nude body work made them start to reevaluate their life path.  Doug chimed in with how they had moved away from the fairly strict religious church group they had been involved with to become “more experimental…looking at the World as more user friendly, if you know what I mean, Cowboy.”  I assured him that I knew exactly what he was talking about and related my classes in massage and my involvement with a more personal spiritually that had led me to Taoism and Tantric sexuality in my life after being at Berkeley and through my graduate work.  That set us off even more, since they had been involved with the Tantra for about 5 years and were always reading and “practicing” as Becca put it.
We were passing a clump of yellow flowers when Doug asked us to stop so he could get a shot of the flora.  While he was getting the camera, Becca walked over and took a deep heady sniff of the fragrance.  As her head came up with her beautiful face glowing from the scent, she was captured by Doug’s camera. 
“Wow, that’s a keeper!”  I said. 
Doug agreed and went over and kissed his bride saying, “God, you’re a great model!  Anything you do is a keeper!!” 
He gave me the camera and asked me to get some shots of the two of them.  For the next two minutes I snapped away, just to get a sense of the camera. Then I started to frame them and direct their body placement, much to everybody’s delight.  I got several great shots and when I suggested that Becca disrobe a bit more, Doug agreed and she slipped out of her skimpy shorts and put them in the pack, leaving on her very sheer white top that barely covered her shaved delta.  I then got several series of the two of them with Doug kissing her neck, outlining her breasts with his hands and pulling her top to accentuate her hard nipples.  The heat of the shoot got hotter than the sun on the beach, so we decided to continue on down to our destination to cool down. 
Becca was minimally attired in her see-through top and sandals and Doug and I kept admiring her.  Doug kept snapping pictures as she posed provocatively on the walk. Between shots, the three of us got right back into our dialogue and just walked and talked until we realized that, first, we were way down the beach and were totally alone…no bathers, no music, just the breeze, the surf and the sun.  The second thing we realized was, as Doug said, “It’s time for a swim!!”  He put his gear bag under a bush and skinned out of his shirt.  I was just about to follow him when I saw Doug crack a big grin and motioned to me to turn around.  There, behind me was Becca, also ready for the water.  I’m sure my eyes must have said it all, since she just put a hand on her brown hip with her stunning 34 D breasts, her light blonde trimmed bush with her clit barely peaking out between her legs and struck a pose, allowing both of her men to be dazzled by her naked perfection.  I whistled appreciatively at her display and Doug applauded, saying, “Way to go Becca!  I’m already getting a woody!”  I looked over and, sure enough, he was tenting his shorts!  Becca clapped her hands tighter, camping it up and saying, “How sweet, Doug!  You like it!!” and started laughing with him.  I realized that I was right behind Doug in showing my appreciation and laughed along with them.  Becca walked over to her husband and said; “I think you don’t need these”, pulling his trunks down, and tossing them over to the bush, exposing his nicely shaped cock.  There was no shyness with either of them as they both turned to me.  Becca said, “Honey, will you help me with our friend?” as she started to pull my trunks down, Doug pulled my shirt off.  As she knelt down to release me from my Speedo, my heroic manhood popped out and there she was, eye to eye, with little Cowboy.  
“ Oh my, Doug!  I think Cowboy is happy to see me!  And he seems very healthy!!”  He laughed and Becca stroked my rod several times before giving my cock a very friendly kiss (using her tongue).  Then she rose and headed for the ocean yelling, “Last one in is a weenie!”  Doug and I both hit the water at the exact same time, leaving Becca to say, “Oh, goodie, you’re both my weenies!”  
For the next half hour we played like kids in the surf, with both of us guys making sure to get as much skin contact with Becca as we could.  After a bit, Doug said, “Well, the grotto is only about 5 minutes away, so how ‘bout let’s go have lunch.”  We just put on our sandals and walked, naked, down the beach, turning into the jungle where a small stream emerged from the greenery.  After following a small path along the stream for about five minutes we pushed through a green screen and into a small grotto.  It had a small sandy verge around a small pond, which was fed by a 5-foot waterfall across the clearing.  It was stunning. There was a dreamy subdued light that made me think of “once upon a time” scenarios involving islands, deserted beaches and jungles.  Then I realized that that’s where I was!  
“My God, guys, this is amazing!!” was all I could say.  
As I looked around, Doug and Becca had pulled out a light finger food lunch, a bottle of red wine, and a nice cloth for our picnic. Then Doug said, “And, for our last day in Paradise, it’s time for some King’s Bread.” producing three nicely rolled joints. 
Since I’d never heard the reference, I cocked my eye at him and he said, “We found out about it last week and got these from a friend named Tony.  Here in Jamaica, dope comes in several grades and most of the lower potency dope is sold to the tourists and exported to the U.S.  The locals prefer to smoke a higher grade called “Lamb’s Bread” which has lots of THC in the oil hairs on the leaves.  But the best Lamb’s Bread has a reddish tint to it caused by the THC loaded oils.  The highest grade is this and it’s called King’s Bread and it’s totally red from the oils and just amazing.”  And he handed me one of the joints to inspect.  It looked sort of normal but the aroma was very heady and sweet.  “Here Cowboy, take the first hit and when your done pass it to Becca.”  I put it between my lips and could taste its sweetness.  He torched it and I got my first taste of really excellent grass.  Wow!  
After a short time, I was aware that Becca was moving over to me.  “Cowboy, pass it to me when you kiss me, O.K.?”  Then she put her lips on mine and I blew a toke of cool dope smoke to her as she slipped her tongue between my lips.  
Having her breasts pressed into my chest triggered my heroic response once again.  Becca winked at me and ran her hand up and down my erection several times before exhaling.   
“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Becca doesn’t like to take hits from a joint, so we get to be her suppliers.” said Doug as he took a big hit and followed us into a ganja haze, also sharing with Becca, who stroked his shaft as well.  After two hits we were all flying along and we guys were totally hard.  We all started feeling hungry, so we sat down and had a break for lunch.  The dope ratcheted us up to more intimate discussions during our repast and the wine kept us lubricated.  Doug and I found that the King’s Bread had the effect of keeping our cocks amazingly hard and really engorged our cock heads, although the fact that Becca was sitting across from us with her pussy lips opening up to show her erect clit must have helped (Do you think?).  After we’d finished the first joint Becca said, “God, guys, your cocks are making my pussy so wet that I’m dripping!”  Then she opened herself up to show us.  
At that, Doug reached over and pulled the camera into line and snapped a picture.  “Oh, darling, that makes me so hot,” said Becca sliding her finger lightly between her lips.  As she played with herself and Doug got shots of her, Becca told me about how she and Doug realized that they were a matched set when she told him that she got very turned on by showing off to others and watching the effect she had and he shared that he loved watching her and photographing her.  Since that  “Ah Ha! Moment” Doug had taken their “hobby” to a fairly high plane by developing and printing photo sessions in their home darkroom.  “I’d love to show you his work, ‘cause he’s really good,” said Becca.  
At that point Doug said, “Hey Cowboy, how ‘bout doing a series with us?” and handed me the camera.  I started directing the scenes and snapped frame after frame as I positioned Doug’s hands on his wife’s beautiful skin, his cock showing his lust.  It was totally erotic and very easy to compose, since the two of them were fairly close together in size, him being about 5’6” and she being about 5’.  As I’ve said, she was a knock out with largish breasts, which showed off well, because of her smallness.  Doug was also no slouch in the looks department, being well built and classically handsome.  He was trim and the only thing I would have liked, from the photographers point of view, was a bit more meat, since his cock was just about 5” long and fairly slim, though nice looking. After I shot up about 2 rolls, Doug called a “ganja break” and we proceeded to get really ripped, with Doug tussling with Becca as we all laughed and I took some action shots, getting several with his dick head knocking on her well lubricated gate.  In my grass fueled haze, I got to my feet and left the two of them French kissing and “having fun with bodies” and went over to the pond, climbing onto a large rock to take several landscape shots.  
When I turned around, Doug was just mounting Becca and I could see his cock slipping into her perfect pink cunt just as she let out a low moan.  I pulled the camera up and used the focusing ring to bring them right into close up perfection.  As he pumped into her, I snapped shot after shot of her ecstasy, as she arched her back and raised her hips to her rider’s thrusts, achieving her first orgasm of the day.  I got a full roll of their joining and finished it with a shot of him pulling out with a pearly stream of his cum shooting between her wet cunt lips.  Being so high, I had forgotten the presence of my honking great erection, which was the result of watching the lovers.  As they came down a bit from their cloud, they both looked over and there I was, holding a camera and showing an 8” long, 2 1/2” thick erection.  Becca turned to Doug and said, “Honey, doesn’t Cowboy look like he could use a bit of help from his friends?”  Nodding, Doug answered her with a motion to me to come over and said, “Cowboy, now it’s my turn!”  
He changed rolls and started us by placing me next to Becca giving her a kiss while she stroked my cock, making it become even more engorged.  “My God, Doug…Look at this thing!”  Becca said, looking at her husband.  Doug instructed her to “see how much of it she could take”, starting a photo session of her attempting to deep throat my unit.  She did really well until the head got too deep in her throat and she gagged a bit.  She was laughing when she pulled off of me, “Wow!  That’s so hot!  Did you get those shots Honey?  I’ve never had a cock down there in my life!”  Doug said proudly, “Yep!  Got ‘em!!”  Then he said, “All right, Cowboy, lay down and Becca, are you ready for him?”  She just smiled and threw him a kiss as she positioned herself over my pulsing dick.  
“My God, it looks so huge from up here!  Ready, Doug?”  
“Sure am darlin’…Just take your time and enjoy yourself.”  
With that she slowly lowered herself until the head of my cock was just touching her lips.  “Becca, remember to play for the camera, O.K.?”  She nodded and started to slowly slide down onto my rod. I was watching her face and saw her green eyes widen as the head opened her up.  As inch after inch slipped into her depths, her eyes became unfocused and she started to moan. 
 
Right about now my memories get almost surrealistic, as I remember back.   I’m sure it was the ingesting of some of the strongest grass I’d ever done in a place that was totally out of my normal universe. But I know that the largest boost to my system was the incredible sex I was having with Becca and Doug.  
As she continued sliding down my rod, Becca continued the low moan that intensified as she took a cock into her depths that was way larger than what she’d ever experienced before.  I could tell that she’d hit unexplored territory when she still had at least three inches of cock left to go. So I said, “Becca, there’s still a bit left, so go slow.”  At that point she started a babble of, “Oh My God!! Oh God!!!  It’s so hot and hard and silky and it’s sliding so deep into me! Ungh…. It’s SO big and long…Oh! Doug! OH!!”  With that, my cock hit the bottom of her womb and she started to tremble.  I could feel her cunt tighten around me and start to milk my cock.  Then her whole body tightened and she started a spasm that pulsed ever more rapidly, as she started a low “Oooooh!” that got went higher and higher. She held it and then she went over the edge. She screeched as she convulsed in the bliss of her orgasm, rocking on my cock.  It seemed to go on and on as Doug and I were presented with Becca’s second orgasm of the day.  
While I was feeling the throes of the largest female orgasm I’d ever encountered, Doug was taking all of it in with his lens and his cock was spasming, watching his lady getting shafted by me.  
After she came down a bit, Becca started to raise and fall onto me, allowing gravity to do the deed as she began to grunt and bang down hard on my cock.  As she got into it, she started a constant ramble about what she was doing.  
“My cunt is doing a continuous spasm… I’ve never felt anything like this!  Ohhh, here comes another orgasmmmm…God Cowboy, you fill me up.  Do me again and again…  I want you to fuck my cunt till you are out of cum…Oh! OH!!”  
Becca rode me through at least 6 orgasms and was getting ready to go again when Doug, who was next to me getting low shots, said, “Cowboy, how about changing positions and let me get shots of you pumping her from above.  Remember: She loves hard and deep and lots of cum!  O.K.?”  
I lifted Becca and rolled her over with one motion, keeping my member rooted deep in her.  Then I positioned myself and began to pull my unit all the way to the mouth of her cunt before ramming it hard into her depths.  Her moan became a deep, guttural groan, keeping time with my rod pounding into her, and then she started her fuck babble again. 
“Ohh Cowboy!  Really pound your pole into my slit…  Ungh, ungh…it’s getting bigger in me…  The head is filling my womb…  Oh god, I can feel that rod going all the way in!!  It’s pumping into me!!  That pole is pulsing in my pussy… Keep doing that!!”  
As she kept her vaginal dialogue going, I was riding on a cloud of erotic energy that allowed my cock to keep pounding into her.  In the many women I’ve experienced after being in Becca, I’ve never been back to that level of primal coupling.  The most amazing thing about it was that I had total control of my ability to shoot.  I held back while Becca continued speaking to the Gods of Eros and Doug filmed the joining. 
After a time, Doug said, “O.K Cowboy, I’ve got some great shots of the coupling, how about a ‘money shot’?”  At that Becca opened her eyes and said, “Oh Yes!  Cowboy, fill me deep, but take me from behind, then Doug, you take Cowboys place and fill me as well”.  Doug realized he was out of film and said, “Give me a couple of minutes to reload, O.K.?”  Becca looked up at me and said, “How ‘bout seeing how deep you can get that thing, Cowboy.  It feels like it’s almost to my belly!”  So, while film was inserted, I explored the limits of Becca’s womb, listening to her gasping approval of my deep vaginal massage.
In all too short a time, Doug was set up with a fresh roll of film and said, “Ready you two? Let’s see lots of sperm!!”  Since my dick was still hard as a rock I got Becca on her hands and knees and positioned myself.  “Ready Becca?  How do you want it?”  Becca looked over her shoulder and smiled at me and said, “I want you to take it in all the way, as hard as you can.  O.K.?  Then hold me so I can feel that big head moving deep before you ravage my cunt.”  With that I drove into her like a mad man, held it while she shook, then began to feed it to her, slow out then drive hard into her depths…In and Out, time after time.  She started to moan, “I can really feel that pulsing cock…Ooh the heads getting SO big…  All the energy!  Yeah, just like that…Oh God, Oh God I’m there…  Fuck meee...  I’m coming again…”  
And come again she did, bucking underneath me, slamming back onto my cock.  “Ram me Cowboy…don’t stop…  I’m going to cum again…”  
From this point on Becca was on a constant orgasmic plateau, going from one energy peak to the next.  Doug was getting it all, and then Becca said, “All right Cowboy, I’m ready!”  I looked at Doug and he gave me a thumbs-up sign and got back behind the viewfinder.  I could feel my cock head swell even more as I was primed to release all the cum I’d been storing for about three months.  Becca also felt me get bigger.  “"Please do it to me...  oohhh gawd...  I wanna feel your cum.

PLEASE.  FUCK ME.  I CAN'T STAND THIS.  MAKE ME CUM.  
PLEASE FUCK ME HARD."
CUM IN ME.  OH PLEASE… SHOOT IN ME.  FILL ME WITH IT.  
USE ME, COWBOY.  DO MEEEEEEEE."
 
I was just a rampaging cock by this time and was feeling the sperm surging up from my balls, just starting a massive explosion of cum. Then I shot my load into Becca. 

After the session, Doug told us both what he’d seen through the lens.  “Right after you screamed for his cum, Becca, I saw Cowboy’s butt muscles contracting.  He shortened his strokes and then rammed in deep, held it in position, pulled back slightly, then rammed in deep again, over and over. Then he tightened his body and held himself in deep.  That’s when you both moaned in unison and you, Becca, tilted your head back and screamed.  I knew at that precise moment his cock was expanding inside you, jerking, throbbing and pumping its load of sperm into your womb.  I bet that first gush of semen must have filled what little empty space there was inside your pussy because, after that, the excess was forced up until it spewed out of your Cowboy-plugged channel.
I saw his ass muscles continuing to clench over and over, as he pumped load after load of cum into your waiting, open hole, then your cunt tightened around his cock.  I knew your cunt was squeezing around him to milk more of his sperm into your womb.  You seemed to feel her milking you, Cowboy, and, in response, your butt clenched several more times ejecting more cum into my wife’s spasming pussy.  It was amazing!  You continued to shoot for almost 30 seconds and Becca was right there with you, as she just kept cumming.  
By the way, Cowboy, as I was shooting the scene, I noticed that you spread her knees a little further to help me with the filming and Thanks!  I was able to use the lens to pull in tight for a perfect view of her grotto and your cock kept pushing her cunt lips in and out with each drive into her.  And all that time, your cum was dripping out and dropping from Becca’s cunt lips.  God, it was awesome!!”

As I resurfaced, I remembered to pull out for Doug.  As I stood up, he gave me the camera, squeezed my shoulder and got into position to slam hard into Becca’s channel, pushing my cum back into her womb.  His wife howled with lust and pushed back onto him.  Then she rolled over and raised her arms to welcome her new rider into her saddle.  
Doug really got into it, while I recorded every slammin’ entry.  She began to babble again; incoherent gasps and grunts of a female receiving a hard fucking from a male’s engorged cock that was intent on planting it’s sperm deep inside her. Becca’s legs rose up to wrap around her rider's back, trying to pull him even deeper into her sex pit, if that were possible.  She screeched as she convulsed in yet another orgasm.  Doug hooked his wife's legs over his arms so she couldn't lower them or bring them together.  Then he pressed them up and back, until her knees were touching her tits.  Then he raised his body and tilted her vagina upward, turning it into a perfect target for his cock.  After a split second, he rammed straight down into her waiting hole, his steel hard shaft sinking easily and smoothly all the way to her cervix. Doug kept on fucking his wife for sometime in this position, all the while hearing her cumming and feeling the slickness of her love channel with all of our mixed sperm loads, making a foam of our mutual secretions.  
As I was waiting for a shot, Becca opened her eyes and I was able to get her wonderful smile (erotic as hell!) as she gasped, “Love, please pump you into me…I’ve got to have you!!”  With two long strokes, Doug buried himself and fired into her depths.  Watching these two lovers sharing their passion became one of the key goals for all my relationships from that instant on.  After taking a few more ending scenes, I put the camera down and walked over to the pond to give my friends some time alone.  
After some time, I heard Becca call, “Hey, stud, want to smoke a joint and fuck a beautiful lady?”  I turned and then all of us were laughing as I strolled over to take the proffered smoke.  Doug was cradling Becca and said, “Sit down and let’s get high and decide what we want to do before we have to think about heading back.” 
We finished the wine and did the last of the second joint of King’s Bread as we talked about the sex that we’d been sharing during the last three hours.  We all agreed that the ganja had released our ability to continue orgasming over and over.  Becca said, “Doug and I have been working with sexual energy at home and I’ve learned how to relax into looping multiple orgasms, but never like this!  And you guys seem to be able to recover and be able shoot again so fast…God, I love it!!”   
“We’re down to one last roll of film and have this last joint.  Any ideas?” said Doug.  Becca and I just giggled.  I looked at both of my sexy friends and said, “I’m up for anything with you two!”  Becca said, “Well, I’m really energized after all the orgasms I’ve had.  I’ll probably sleep all the way home, but I’m game for anything you studs want to do to my body.  I’m O.K. with just a last roll of film.  How ‘bout having both of you do me at the same time.  Is that doable?”  Since Becca was watching both of her “studs” members elongating, her giggling, “Oh, I guess it is! Up boys, up!!” started the next round.  She reached out and started fondling the two cocks before her.  Doug and I started playing with her luscious breasts, sucking her nipples and playing with her hardening clit.  “Whoa guys, you’ve got me tingling already!  Keep it up…No pun intended”.   
With that, Doug torched the last joint and we did it all, right to the roach, which Becca swallowed.  After the wine and the two preceding joints, the last doobie put us into orbit.  Doug and I were playing with Becca’s body as she started to build her energy.  Then she said, “Oooh… Let’s get in the water!” and swayed up to her feet with our two engorged dicks in her hands and pulled us behind her into the pool.
The water was cool and refreshing and we all just splashed under the water and grabbed one another, playing like kids. As we tussled in our drug induced haze it became obvious that it was actually an erotic, wet foreplay with Doug and I touching and caressing all of Becca’s hot spots, ramping up our mutual arousal.  Becca was diving underwater and slurping our dicks into her mouth as we held her hips up and licked her clit and tongued her slickness before she came gasping to the surface.  Then both of her assailants would porpoise underneath her as we played with her slit, clit and hips until she’d shriek before going for our hard cock torpedoes.  It soon got so hot for Becca that she finally stood up looked us both in the eye and said, “I’ve got to have you guys fucking me! NOW!!” 
She turned and took two steps and laid herself over the boulder with her legs splayed and her lips open to our stare.  “After you, amigo”, I said to Doug who didn’t hesitate as he moved between her legs and slipped himself into her.  His tight ass started rapidly rising and falling between her spread thighs as he screwed his hot, moaning wife with the determined thrusts of a rutting male.  My dick was jerking in time to the squelching sound that was coming from Becca’s love slicked cunt and I needed a bit of release, so I moved to her side and put my cock close to her mouth.  When she opened her eyes she was startled to see me, but the intense sensations pumping through her vagina commanded all her attention as Doug kept up his attack.  Then, as I was watching her, I saw her eyes go out of focus and her body tense up.  She screamed: "OOHHHHH...  I'M CUMMINGGG...  NOW...  NOW!”  With that she convulsed as her orgasm overcame her and her hips rose to meet Doug’s rod.  She kept coming for a bit, then let out a great sigh and looked up at me and slid my cock into her mouth, all the time playing with Doug’s erection with her vaginal muscles. She sucked me deep into her and got the head of my cock all the way into her throat before tightening her throat muscles and massaging my tube.  I was just about to cum when Doug said, “How ‘bout switching.  You’ve got to feel what Becca’s doing!”  I pulled out of her mouth and she gave me a lascivious look and said, “Cowboy, I’m going to get you to shoot down my throat before we go today.  You’ve been warned!”  I gave her a kiss and said, “I’m yours, Becca!” before changing places. 
Doug slid into my space and Becca started to pull him into her mouth in an instant while I positioned my cock head between her wet lips.  Since she was maximally lubricated, I just said, “Here you go, Becca!” and plunged my length all the way into her hole.  She locked her legs about my hips and arched her ass upward, holding my pulsing cock in the very bottom of her cunt where it throbbed and jerked each time her vagina contracted around it.  Then she started to milk me.  I was seeing stars and Doug laughed, “Feel any thing down there?”  I moaned and started churning my rod deep in her womb, pushing her cervix to the side and bumping into lord knows what.  Her breath was getting ragged and she was dripping her juices from her cunt lips.  Doug was doing the “I’m going to cum!” groan and I realized that I was going over the edge as well.  Becca gave a deep growl and groaned with intense female pleasure and drove her wet slit up against my invading cock.  Then she was cumming.  
The contraction of her squeezing vagina around my cock was more than I could stand and I shot my load of cum deep inside her waiting womb. With that, Doug sank his cock all the way into his wife where he proceeded to pump a steady stream of sperm down her throat.  Becca pulled off his dick and took his last pulses on the cheek as she violently continued to cum: “I'm still cummingg...  ooohhh god...I CAN'T STOP CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGG!”  
Time seemed to stop as our orgasms throbbed together.  I know that Doug and I were just pumping energy into Becca and she was locked into a Tantric energy spiral that primed us to shoot again into her and we got even higher. We were all out of our minds and just channeling sexual energy.  I don’t know how long we looped, but then Becca pumped her hips up and locked her body, her arms stretched up towards heaven.  Her eyes rolled back and she let out a deep “Ohhhhh!” and then she relaxed at the same time Doug and I fell across her body.  
We were only out for a short time and all came to at the same instant.  I had pulled out of Becca and she was releasing sperm into the pond.  It was obvious that we wouldn’t be able to quite figure out what had just happened.  We silently embraced and slid into the pool to cool off, then sat in the shallows for a bit.  
“Wow!  What was that?” said Becca.  “I was going up into a sparkly space where I could feel and see two columns of fire shooting into me, lifting me even higher! Was that you guys?”  Doug just shook his head, “All I could see was a ball of pulsing light, but I knew that it was full of Love.”  “Interesting,” I said. “I also felt Love and saw a pulsing energy ball.”  
We just cuddled together for a bit longer.  “You know what’s weird?” said Becca.  “What ever just happened has given me nothing but energy.  I’m not tired, I’m not sleepy, and I’m not sore.  I feel wonderful!!  And I so love my energy mates!!!”  She kissed us both and molded herself to Doug.  I even thought I could hear her purring.  We just bathed in the bliss for some time then got up and prepared to walk back to civilization.  
The walk back seemed so short.  We talked about our day and what we’d experienced as we walked hand in hand until we could see the first lights of the Negril houses.  
“You know, there’s something I’d like to do before we get back, if you guys would help me,” said Becca.  Doug said “Absolutely, we’ve got a bit of time before our limousine show up to get us to the airport.  What would you like my sexy darling?”  Becca looked at both of us and said, “I’ve had you both in me separately, but I’d love to have both of you in my cunt at the same time.  Would you be willing to do me like that?”  In response, Doug pulled out the cloth and we laid it on the sand up under the trees.  “Cowboy, how ‘bout if you get on the bottom,” said Doug.  I arranged myself and Becca slipped my cock into her mouth and brought it to maximum hardness after several pulls.  “Well, you seem ready for me!” she said.  Then she turned to her husband, “Would you help me, my Love?”  
Doug took her proffered hand and help her get set, standing above my hard cock with her back to me. She pulled his head down and guided his mouth to her pussy where he licked and stroked her clit with his tongue as I watched.  Then Doug knelt and helped his wife move down toward my hardness.  As it neared her lips, Doug wrapped his hand about my rod and guided it into her where she let out a sigh and settled down, sliding all the way to my root.  She pumped herself up and down for a bit until she said, “I’m really wet now.  Ready Doug?”  Doug kissed her and she lowered herself backwards until she was lying on my torso and legs were open with me solidly fitting into her.  Doug got on his knees and said, “Here I come!”  Becca giggled a bit and said, “Alright you guys, do me!”  
She was very wet and Doug had no trouble slipping into her, even with my girth filling her.  He got all the way in and Becca started to shudder, “"OOOO...  god...  oooohhhhh.... AAHHHHHHH...Oh, Oh!  Guys this is amazing!!  You’re filling me to the max! Ungh…” Then we started to move our shafts in synchronized back and forth that had Becca just moaning as she moved into her linked orgasms.  We were all working together to keep looping the intense sexual energy Becca was putting out and just getting higher and higher for at least 30 minutes.  I could see Doug’s face watching his wife’s ecstasy and said “Ready?”  He smiled and nodded.  I could feel myself filling for my release and then said, “O.K. Here we go. One…. Two…. Three!!!”  Becca let out a groan as her riders released their loads in one mighty ejaculation.  I could feel Doug spurting into Becca just as I was, as we filled her up. I could feel our mixture leaking out as we slowed down.  Becca was crying as she came down from her orgasms and I held her with Doug as we bathed in the postprandial wave.  
After we’d come down, I could feel Doug pull out, then he helped his wife to pull up and off me.  A shower of our cum was released with her standing and she reached down to dip her finger into our sperm.  Lifting it to her mouth she sucked and exclaimed, “You guys taste great!” as she turned to kiss her guy and I put my arms around them both.   We ran into the sea and cooled off before walking and talking the short way to civilization, holding hands all the way.
When we realized that we were back at Mrs. Moore’s cottages and it was time to part, I suggested that we have a “last libation” on the patio, trying to postpone our farewells.  However, when Doug looked at the clock, he said, “You know, we’re starting to get too close to our pick-up time to have that drink, so we’ll have to have a rain-check for our next get together, Right?  There WILL be a next time, right Cowboy?”  He was looking right at me with a big smile on his face.  Becca looked at me and put her arms around me as Doug embraced us both, saying “Right Cowboy?  I still need to have you shoot down my throat.  You promised!”  I just squeezed them.  “That’ll absolutely happen. Your place, my place, wherever you two are, it’ll happen.  You two are my family, O.K.? Let’s write our connection info down and I’ll call when I get home.  How’s that?”  With that we got a couple of bar tabs for paper and wrote our respective addresses, phone, etcetera.  
“Well, we’d better take off,” Doug said and gave me a hug.  “You take care of yourself, my friend!”  Becca put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss.  When our lips parted, she had tears in her eyes. Her big green eyes. “Oh Cowboy, thank you for everything.  You and Doug have taken me to places I didn’t think existed.  Not Goodbye…just until our next meeting, O.K.?”  I squeezed her, shook Doug’s hand and they moved into the night of Jamaica and to their trip home.

Epilogue

The last of my Jamaican vacation was pretty uneventful, compared to my time with Doug and Becca.  I swam, did music, laughed and drank multiple Red Stripes.  I still looked at the ladies that were around Negril, but they just didn’t get me excited.  Not like Becca and Doug.  
	At the end of our two weeks, we enplaned in Montego Bay for the flight home to the U.S.  As we were getting ready to load our van for the trip home, I went into the Miami International Airport bathroom to relieve myself, leaving my backpack with my brother.  When I returned, the guys had already headed out to the parking lot, so I hurried to catch up.  When I got close to my brother I noticed that my backpack wasn’t on his shoulder.  Well, short story, he had “spaced it” and it wasn’t in his possession.  I went racing back to the terminal, but it was gone.  With Doug and Becca’s address and phone.  I went crazy, contacting the airport staff, trying to get them to search for my luggage, but it was gone.  I left my info, should it ever appear, but it never did.  I waited for a call from them, but I never got one.  I tried to find them, but I couldn’t remember enough to help.  I know that they would have tried, but after my housing move, I was forced to get a new phone number, and that would have stopped their ability to contact me. I assume that they probably had misplaced my address in their trip home.  I know that we were all not totally focused after our amazing experience. I mean, wine, King’s Bread, a life-changing event, and sexual energy have the power to distract a person.  Anyway, over time, I got on with waiting to get a call or letter and moved on with my life.  
After my time with Doug and Becca, I knew what I wanted in a relationship, and, believe it our not, I found someone that fit the list I had in my head:  sexy, funny, adventurous, smart, willing to experiment…all the things I saw in Becca.  Her name is Nance and we’re happily together, and I’ve told her about my Jamaican vacation and how it changed me.  It really turns her on and she’s remarked many times, how she’d love to meet them.  She’s even told me about a fantasy involving all of us on the beach in Jamaica.  I sure love her!
	Last month I was on the Web, just surfing and got onto a website that was full of “Old” photos.  Sort of a “Retro” site, I’ve heard them called.  As I was looking at the entwined bodies of anonymous lovers, I stopped short.  There, on my screen was a beautiful woman in an exotic jungle setting mounted on a tanned stud who was arching his hips to fill her.  She had her head tilted back and her eyes were seeing Heaven.  I could see the pond behind Becca and could even remember the sensations I was feeling, shooting into her as Doug was calling to us both, “That’s it!  That’s the money shot!” and Becca’s cry as she came.  I made a copy.  I also tried to find where that picture had come from, but was stymied again.  Nance has made a copy for our digital frame and thinks it’s “SO Hot!”  Me too!  
	So, now you’ve heard about my Jamaican vacation.  Hope you’ve enjoyed it!  But there is just one other thing.  If you know that picture, would you be willing to contact me?  Please?  If you know that woman (or her husband), same request.  And, if the Fairy Godmother Department is willing, Becca, Doug, I love you both…Contact me at this site.  It’s time for you to meet Nance and we really need to go back to Jamaica!

Not The End