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“The following story is entirely fictional despite its close resemblance to certain events. It is a reflection on the experiences of many white expatriates and their families working in Africa and the Middle East.”

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Igwe held the tearful woman close in his arms. To be frank he cared little for her tears, or her fears and trauma’s that had led to them. He did, however, appreciate the full warm curves of her body as he held her close.

With one hand around her waist he held her close, while his other gently stroked her short dark hair, comforting her. At six foot six inches he towered over the latest white woman to join his philosophy circle.

His decision to form a philosophy circle had been a stroke of genius in his campaign to seduce the relatively few attractive white women in Zimbabwe. Those disaffected with their life and looking for relief from the boredom of endless poolside sunbathing had been happy to join his circle. Their husbands were happy to be left to drink beer in one of the many hotel bars rather than join their wives discussing philosophy.

Many had subsequently learned the folly of their negligence when their loving ‘faithful’ white wives gave birth to a bouncy, screeching, black baby.

Angel sobbed in his strong arms, only to glad to find a man who understood her. Igwe was careful that his burgeoning erection did not disillusion her.

His hand rose slowly to gently stroke her back. Her natural reaction was to move closer to him and her full firm breasts pushed against him.

At 36 years old, and with two children, Angel was lucky to have full firm mounds that did not sag. Igwe appreciated his luck in having those mounds pressed firmly to him. He had no doubts how this evening was going to end.

His time in America studying psychology had served him well. Here in Africa he had no qualms about using the knowledge gained to twist and manipulate the minds of white couples. Enhancing their concerns, preying on their fears, offering them security, pampering them, while at the same time scaring them at the same time. Preparing them to accept the need to please him. These white couples were unnaturally afraid of the teeming black masses of Africa. They were often only too happy to accept a luxurious lifestyle, and often willing to take part in sexual adventures, if that is what it took to be part of the in-crowd.

Personally he preferred those not willing to be seduced. It was much more fun bedding them!

“My husband just doesn’t understand me!” Angel sobbed.

Igwe grinned as he stroked her hair and looked down at the pretty tear stained face buried on his chest.

Stupid woman!

Why should her husband try and understand her? He was a man! It was a woman’s role to serve and please her husband. African women knew their place, but these confused western women had lost touch with their role pleasing men.

‘If only I could talk to him like I can talk to you!” Angel sought to gather her senses, suddenly aware that her nipples had unaccountable become erect as she pressed against this charming, educated, and sophisticated black man.

Igwe’s nostrils flared as he took in the sweet freshness of the white woman in his arms. Washed, scented, and clean. So typical of these well brought up English women that married skilled and educated professionals. Yet so lacking in the basic understanding or relationships. She was well presented in her stylish western style dress. He would love breaking her in. Teaching this woman her true role in life. He dismissed her husband’s acceptance and tolerance of her strange concepts of ‘modern womanhood.’ He regarded it as evidence of her husband’s weak will, and the failure of his masculinity.

“I understand,” he murmured into her soft dark hair. His hand rose from her back to gently stroke the softness of her slim white neck. Angel was relieved not to be held quite so tight, though his strong masculine presence was comforting. His fingers on her neck were soothing, calming, mesmerising as they drew soft circles on her neck. If only her husband would stroke her like this!

The sudden intrusive thought of her husband disturbed her. She was acutely aware of the stiffness of her nipples as they strained against the material of her soft lacy brassiere. She had found herself dressing differently since joining Igwe’s circle. There were no men in this circle, and all the other women seemed to take such extra-ordinary care in their appearance. Angel had found herself wearing lingerie she rarely wore for her husband any more.

She did not want to seem rude to Igwe, and his strong hands, while gently stroking, belied the power of this man. They had a power over her that she sought to suppress, even as tingles shivered the soft skin of her neck.

He urged her to sit on his sofa and offered her a Turkish Apple tea. She gratefully accepted and sat demurely while he prepared the drink. She did not notice as he lightly sprinkled crushed mbanje into the drink. He was confident she would not consider the presence of the crushed herb unusual.

She had been married to her doting husband Mark for 18 years. She was a faithful wife, and loving mother to their two teenage daughters. A devout catholic, and regular churchgoer, her current unexpected and unwanted arousal disturbed her. The tea would be calming, help her regain her distance, and reserve.

“He won’t let me drive the car since the accidents,” Angel complained.

Igwe stifled a laugh as he prepared the drink. Glad she could not see his face. Of course, her husband had banned her from driving! It was the one sensible thing Mark had done.

“Hmm, well you have had three crashes in the last month.”

He turned back to a fidgeting Angel, and noted her nibbling her lip. He would bruise those soft lips with passion tonight. Angel ignored his words.

“He has undermined my status in the eyes of my friends,” Angel went on.

In doing so he had probably saved your life Igwe thought, but he let it pass.

‘Disgraceful, he should take more care of your position!” He responded instead.

Angel looked up at him grateful for his support, as he sat close beside her on the sofa. She edged closer. She found tears edging to the surface again, and cursed her edginess and nervousness in front of this sophisticated African. He was so different to most of the poor Africans teeming through the streets.

Without warning tears coursed down her cheeks, Igwe leaned over and pulled her close. He understood that she was still recovering from a minor breakdown. That she was weak and vulnerable. Her husband should have been here, but he wasn’t and Igwe intended to take full advantage.

His black hand rose and lightly stroked Angel’s soft white arms. He cradled her into his shoulder. His hand rose to cup the soft curve of her cheek. His finger lightly stroked aside the salty tears. Angel snuggled closer, unresisting as his hand lifted her face.

He was not a handsome man, though he was unmistakeably a powerful, dominant male. At 45 years old he was nine years older than her, but the years seemed meaningless. His dark, craggy looks, his Saville Row suites, and casual confidence all combined to make her feel secure in his presence.

“Oh,” she gasped.

His lips had descended and were kissing away her tears. She smiled at this touch. His hand on her cheek held her head firmly in place, as lips lightly caressed her eyes. She closed her own, and lay still as his lips closed over her eyes.

Her heart leapt. This should not be happening. Her eyes flitted open, as he kissed her forehead, then dropped to her nose, and she laughed. He grinned at her.

Then his lips dipped and met hers.

Her heart rate soared as this masterful man softly kissed her lips. She sought to pull away, but there was no heart in her effort, and his hand effortlessly held her head in place, as the kiss became more demanding.

Angel melted into the kiss, her sweet lips responding. It had been 18 years since she had kissed another man than Mark, but now her lips were seeking out his hungrily.

Igwe savoured the soft lips of the English woman. He kissed, now lightly, now passionately; alternating in his pattern, savouring the lips, he held her close. Then his tongue slipped out and licked along the line of those delightfully parted lips.

“Oh….please,” Angel sought to push him away and recover her senses. It was like pushing against solid rock. For a 45-year-old businessman he seemed remarkably strong. She had since the family’s arrival in Zimbabwe become to understand the remarkable strength of African men. Most went from years doing hard farm work, to the relentless and furious energy of the burgeoning factories.

More than once that quick grope in a hotel bar, or between the tight close aisles of a shop, had developed into something more. With one hand holding her firm and still, while a second explored, or a friend’s hand explored. At first she had been shocked and horrified. She had screamed. But this was Harare, not a quite English bookstore. She had quickly learned that her screams simply attracted more African men. Like hyena’s scenting a kill they would swarm around hoping for an opportunity to sample her charms. Not that the Africans ever seemed threatening, even when she struggled and sought to push them away. Always they would have that happy grin as their hands rose under her skirt, or fondled a breast, or bottom! The bare faced cheek and sexual aggression of these men was something she had never had to cope with in England!

Once, early after they arrived, she had taken her daughters shopping. When an African tried to push her into the changing booth she had screamed her help. Male African heads had popped around corners, and over and through shelves to see the fun. Men had rushed to the vicinity, but instead of coming to her aid, Laura and Tammy had been seized, fondled, and stroked. Her two bemused, confused daughters held while grinning Africans touched and fondled them. She was convinced that only the unusual interference of the shop’s security guard had saved them all from a mass gang rape.

Grateful as she was she had refused his demand that she give him her address. “For the report,” he had said. Even while shaken and her emotions ruffled she had retained the sense not to give this African man her address. He may be her saviour this time, but knowing the address of a pretty white woman, and her two grown and pretty daughters, may have been too much temptation. Even if he only sold the information to more bold criminally minded Africans.

She was not so naive not to realise that there was a real ‘market’ in Africa for attractive white women.

Now as she sought to push Igwe away, she was reminded just how strong he was. While one part of her told her to be sensible and remember her husband. Another stronger, suppressed emotion fluttered to the surface. This man was so strong it was sending wicked signals to her loins. She fought to control that irrational reaction. She was a career woman, an intelligent educated woman. She was happy.

Igwe tilted her chin, his mouth descended. With a fierce passion his tongue darted into her mouth.

Her senses departed and she kissed him back.

Her lithe and nimble tongue seemed to have a life of its own as it met Igwe’s tongue, darting and challenging. Even as she berated herself she breathed in his masculine presence. His dark demanding presence as his hands wandered unrestricted. This was forbidden….her eyes closed and she welcomed his demanding passionate kiss.

It seemed so long since her husband had kissed her like this. The thought of her husband jerked her back to reality. Her eyes flashed open and looked up at Igwe as he kissed her. His eyes were locked on hers. His eyes were dark, mesmerising, and powerful. She was losing herself in those eyes, when she again sought to pull herself together.

Then one of his strong black hands closed on her breast.

“Oh…no, my husband,” her hand rose and grasped the hand at her breast. It was like trying to move a steel girder, but this bit of steel, was warm. It cupped her breast, and caressed and fondled. No amount of feeble pushing on her part was going to free her breast. Then his hand at her neck grasped her short page boy style dark hair, and jerked sharply down.

“Arghh….oh,” she gasped as her pretty white face was pulled sharply up and presented to Igwe. She was not used to pain, and the shock of it ran through her body. Then his big heavy body seemed to bear down on her and her lips seemed to open automatically to receive his kiss.

She was shocked and felt betrayed as her body reacted in ways it shouldn’t. She didn’t want to feel like this.

She didn’t, she really didn’t….

Then his tongue met hers and her mind seemed to swirl and fly.

Igwe grinned to himself as he played this naive and innocent white wife. His hand had risen and clasped her full and firm breast. He savoured its fullness. He loved white women. They looked after themselves so well. An African woman of 36, unless she had married early to a rich and powerful man, would have spent 31 of those years in the fields under a not sun, She would probably have nursed several children, and was unlikely to have ever hand a proper diet.

These white women took such care over themselves. Over their figure, and diet, and appearance. As his hand seemed to weigh the full breast in his hand he estimated that Angel possessed breasts that did not snag, and he delighted in it.

He cupped it, squeezed it, stroked it, and fondled it. A white woman’s breast. The breast of a woman married to a white man. He remembered the 15 years guerrilla warfare in the bush. The whites claimed to have won that guerrilla war, but as he held and enjoyed the fullness of that white breast, He knew no policeman was going to burst through his door. No red faced angry white soldier was going to shoot him down like a dog for touching a white woman.

His fingers found a stiffened nipple through the cloth of her dress, and bra. A bra he noted that seemed lacy and frilly. Had she dressed for him? He nipped that thickened pert nib sharply.

The woman beneath him squealed into his kiss, but he did not release her mouth, or his grip on her nipple.

Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.

He released his grip, and she sighed into his demanding passionate kiss.

Even as she relaxed he ran the palm of his hand over her nipple, and felt her body tremble. He estimated that excited little tingles would be surging from her abused bud, as he fondled her that full mound and then lightly stroked his thumb over the over-excited nipple, enjoying her squirm in his arms.

So few of these well brought up, middle class English women seemed to fully understand the nature of pain, and its relationship to pleasure. He would delight in teaching Angel. Oh yes, he would teach her all about the pleasure of pain, and pleasing his cock.

He looked over at the door to his villa.

No, there was no sign of an outraged husband. He glanced across at the shotgun on the wall. He laughed quietly. If her husband did turn up and burst through the door he, Igwe, was the one with the right to shoot the intruder dead.

Not that such an eventuality was likely, though a small part of him wished to be so. Four large German Shepherd guard dogs prowled the gardens of his ten acre villa in the exclusive Harare suburb of Borrowdale. Big bored dogs that would have delighted in the sport of finding an intruder. Chuku Olanes, his devoted bodyguard would be alert. Keeping an eye on the CCTV cameras. Chuku owed Igwe his life. After a moment in the war when Chuku had been seized by a crocodile while creeping across a golf course near Victoria Falls.

Quick work with a machete had denied the crocodile a live meal. Chuku had rarely left his side since, and had soon learned there were opportunities for Chuku. Igwe after all usually found a new and interesting white woman to seduce every few months and was generous with his discards.

Igwe turned back to the lovely panting Angel, as she lay half beneath him. Her eyes were wide as she looked up at him. Those delightful now bruised lips quivering. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and irregular.

She was a delightful English Rose in her prime. No, he grinned to himself, the whites had not won the war after all, as his dark hand began flicking the buttons that held the bodice of her dress together.

“Noooo! Please…we have gone too far!”

“I love my husband he loves me!”

Her hands reached for his. He ignored them. Her efforts were light and ineffective. Lacking the strength to keep his eager hands from those firm white orbs increasingly coming into view.

His hand pushed inside the dress. He delighted in the sight of her lacy brassiere. A fashionable stylish bra that did little to hide the rounded, full mounds within. His hand swept the material aside and he took the warm firm white flesh into his hand.

Angel gasped, and thrust her breast into his hand. It was as though she had no control of her own body. Hot sensations radiated from that strong hand. This was not some boy struggling for a quick grope. This was a strong masterful man taking what he wanted, and she struggled against the sudden urge to spread her legs.

Igwe stared with delight at the slightly darkened nipple that still held a touch of pinkness, such a contrast to an African woman. He delighted in the sight, and the feel of that surprisingly firm orb, which as he had guessed did not sag. His head dropped, and Angel jerked beneath him as his greedy lips took that nipple into his mouth, then widened further to gorge on round white woman flesh.

Angel jerked as his hot mouth enclosed her nipple. His lips suckled, and then her drew her nipple deeper into his mouth and she felt his teeth nibbling on the sensitive tip. Her toes stretched as pleasurable sensations overwhelmed her breasts, radiating across her chest and sending tingling sensations down to her curling toes.

“Oooooh!”

Igwe grinned and worked his teeth hard. He could feel her shiver and shake in response to his attention to her aroused bud. His tongue curled around the erect nipple and he was delighted when her back arched, and she inadvertently pushed her breast into his mouth.

Her hands were trying to push him away and he allowed her to push his shoulders back. He released the nipple. He looked down at her. Her eyes were bright. Her untended left breast was in stark contrast to the overexcited right breast.

“Please, enough, I should be going,” Angela pleaded. Her hands on his shoulders seemed to be holding him at bay, but she made no attempt to cover over her breasts. He grinned and lowered his head to her left breast.

“No!” Her slim white hands strained to keep him away. Angel struggled to comprehend how easily he ignored her straining hands his mouth descended to her left nipple and hot wet sensations wracked her nipple.

God! He was so strong! She gasped as his teeth chewed on her nipple, then his tongue soothed the agitated nub. Her back arched and she consciously sought to pull her breast free. Her efforts were distracted by the feel of one of his hands sliding under her dress and stroking upwards over her shapely white thigh.

She wanted to pull away, but she was trapped on the sofa. His heavy body, holding her down while his teeth, lips and tongue doing indescribably things to her excited aroused nipples, and now his hand was under her dress.

She felt it each the top her stocking and find the soft bare skin of upper thigh. His hand was hot, and softly circling. A black hand under her dress, stroking gently the soft silky white skin that only her husband had ever touched.

Thoughts of her husband surfaced and she renewed her efforts to push him away, then stopped. Would her husband want her to stop him? It was Mark who had joked about how easy it would be for her to take a black lover here.

As she rubbed her hand over his cock and balls he got harder and harder. He was lying on his side and his cock was straight out and pointing at her. She closed her finger around his cock as far as they would reach. She had practiced giving a hand job on Ray, so she had a good idea what would make him feel good.

JD had all he could do to not make a sound and spoil a good thing. He hoped that she wouldn’t stop until he climaxed. It wasn’t going to take much more to bring him off. Just thinking of the pretty white blond wife lying on her towel was enough to push him over the edge.

His face was so close to her cunt he could smell her as her cunt became saturated with her juice. While she was working on his cock he had managed to move his mouth closer to her cunt without her knowing. If he stuck out his tongue he could touch the opening to her hot young body. He had never wanted to taste a cunt like he wanted to taste Rita’s.

This combined with her hand brought him off. His cum shot out of his cock in great long powerful shots. Some of it landed on her face and body. The rest was sprayed on the boat. He could not stop from groaning at the intense pleasure her hand job gave him. Without meaning to his mouth moved to her cunt. With him lying on her legs the way he was her cunt was hard to reach. How was he going to manage to get his tongue in her without freaking her out?

Rita nearly had climax herself when he shot. His big cock was jumping in her hand on each squirt. Still his cock stayed hard. She was use to Ray having to rest a while between times but JD didn’t seem to have that problem. As she calmed down some she realized that his head was buried between her legs. She could feel his hot breath as it blew on her cunt. Before she had time to think she slid her right leg from under his head and lay down next to him.

When she moved her leg it opened her cunt to his mouth. He didn’t know if it was intentional or not but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. His tongue quickly found her clit and went to work on it. Soon his tongue was working inside the lips of her cunt. He was lying on one of his hands but the other went under her shirt to her beautiful breasts. His big hand cover them as he squeezed first one and then the other.

Rita was in heaven, she loved having her cunt licked and her tits played with. When she lay down next to him his cock was within reach of her mouth. Right then she wanted to feel his cock in her mouth more than anything. She couldn’t reach far enough to take a lot of it in her mouth but she gave a good account of her self with what she could reach.

It was over to soon for both of them as his tongue brought her off at the same time she sucked the first shot of cum from him.

For several minutes they lay together not saying a word. She finally pushed her way up to a sitting position with both legs holding his head. She looked down at his big dark eyes that were staring back at her. There was a sense of fear in him that he had gone too far. Rita saw the look and smiled. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. It was gentle kiss that let him know that it was all right and that it would be their secret.

At lease she thought it was their secret but Ray had watched most of it. When JD climaxed the first time it woke Ray. It took him a second to see that Rita had been playing with JD’s cock and he had shot his load every where. He knew that she was fascinated with JD’s black cock. She had felt it every time she wiped him down with water. He had watched her then and she knew it. She had even talked about how big it must be.

Ray didn’t know why he didn’t let them know he was awake and put a stop to this before it went to far. His cock was hard watching his new blond wife that was half the size of the big black man open her legs to his tongue and then suck him off at the same time. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. The white of her cunt and the black of his head were such a contrast that he shot a load of cum without even touching his cock. After they finished he made a noise as if he was just waking so they could get them selves in order.

It was as odd a circumstance as anyone could imagine. There was her husband sitting in the front of the boat while his wife sit in the bottom of the boat with only a t shirt covering her while she held the black man’s head only inches from her just eaten blond cunt. Even the black man was nearly naked. Only in fiction for Literotica could you find a case like this.

Ray said, “JD, I’m glad to see you are coming around. You have been out over a day.”

“I’m not sure what happened after I was hit by the boat.”

“We pulled you in and your head had a deep cut on it. As you can see we didn’t have time to dress once the ship started going down. Rita used part of her shirt to bandage your head. That leaves you in the same condition as us. I don’t have any idea where we are. We have been drifting ever since the boat went down.”

JD looked down and saw his cock was still hard. He tried to sit up and hide the erection from them but when he tried he almost passed out from the pain. He dropped his head back down in Rita’s lap.

She told him to just lie still until he felt better. He wasn’t going to object, it wasn’t often a black man could have his head held in a white woman’s lap with nothing between them at all. He could feel the fuzzy blond of her cunt hair as it rubbed against his cheek. It didn’t stop his cock from getting harder.

Both Rita and Ray decided to not mention his condition anymore until he was better. JD soon fell back asleep. “How long have you been awake,” she asked?

“Long enough.”

“I’m sorry I just couldn’t bring myself to stop once I saw his big cock. I just had to feel how hard it was. I didn’t know he was waking up until he was shooting cum all over the boat. His breath on my cunt just made me want to feel his mouth on me.”

“I could have stopped it but for some strange reason I just could not bring myself to move. That was the most erotic thing I have ever saw. The contrast between the white and black was unreal. I am sure that if we ever see land that it want be the last time I get to watch my wife with another man.”

“Did you get excited when you saw us?”

“Yes, I lost my load without even touching my cock.”

“I love you. Thanks for not getting mad when you saw us. I’m glad that you got something out of it too.”

Through the rest of the night they drifted and talked while JD continued to sleep. Just as the sun was starting to light up the sky they could hear the sound of waves breaking on shore. During the night they had drifted closer to an island. Ray pulled out the oars and set to work getting them to shore.

It took most of an hour to finally get the little boat across a reef into a small lagoon. Finally after two days their feet touched dry ground. It took a little longer to get JD up and out of the boat. The two helped him to his feet and led him onshore. They placed him beneath a tree while they unloaded what provisions they had. They used the tarp to erect a small tent. It wasn’t very big but the three could use it for cover if the rains came.

By the time they had the tent and camp set up JD was able to help them some. The job wouldn’t have been so complicated if all three weren’t having sexy thoughts about each other. Finally they had the camp ready as it was going to be and the sun was starting to set.

Rita opened some of their rations for dinner. They were trying to eat only the very minimum and save what they could. After a full day of being around each other practically naked they had started to become use to each other. The men’s cocks were not as hard and her cunt had stopped dripping and only on occasion did her nipples give her away by becoming hard.

There wasn’t anything left to do once it was dark but call it a day. The three of them crawled under the tent onto the palm leaves they had piled up for a mattress. The leaves scratched some but they were better that what they had aboard the lifeboat. JD lay on one side with Ray in the middle and Rita on the outside next to Ray. It wasn’t planned but Ray thought it might be better if he was in the middle.

Ray could not get to sleep as he lay between them. Thinking about the night in the boat had his cock hard again in no time.

Rita was the same way. She hadn’t been this long without sex since her marriage night. She rolled toward Ray and saw his big white cock standing up straight in the bright moonlight. She raised up on one arm and looked over a JD and he seemed to be asleep. She slid her hand across Ray’s stomach and down to stroke his cock.

Ray jumped when she first touched him. Then he reached for her and pulled her over on top of his body. He could feel the head of his cock at the opening to her hot juicy cunt.

She raised up and brought her cunt down to totally take his cock deep into her cunt. She looked over and JD was still sleeping. She tried to be silent as she rode his cock. The feeling was to good not to move faster and soon they were really going after each other.

She felt him as he tightened up and let go with a load deep in her body. The hot cum pushed her over the edge into a hot climax of her own. The thought of another so close made this one of the best climaxes of all.

When it was over she lay on him with his cock still buried in her cunt. They had to rest and come down from the high they were on. While still lying on him she looked again over at JD. He wasn’t asleep. He was on his back and he was masturbating the biggest cock she had ever seen. Their eyes meet each other and she watched for several minutes.

Ray’s cock had begun to soften and she rolled off of him. This time she rolled toward JD, putting her between the two men. She could feel both bodies as they touched her from both sides. Again she looked at JD as he continued to work on his cock.

Rita could not stop herself as she reached for his cock. She took his hand from it and replaced it with hers. Ray was already asleep and didn’t know she was between them. She worked on his cock for only a minuet and he was ready to blast his load into the air.

She could feel that he was only seconds away from making a mess in the only thing they had to call a bed. She sat up and covered his cock with her mouth just as the first load hit her. She swallowed as fast as she could but was having a hard time catching every thing he had to offer. She finally finished and cleaned him up with her lips and tongue.

She lay back down between the two men. She finally went to sleep with a black cock in one hand and a white one in the other. JD’s hand covered her cunt with one finger embedded in her soaking cunt.

Ray was the first to awake the next morning. When he sat up this was the scene that greeted his eyes. Rita was between the two men. She was pressed against Ray’s back and had his cock in her hand. JD was curled up against her with her cunt covered with his hand. Ray wondered how she had got between them when she had been on the outside to start the night. Finally he realized that she must have rolled off between them when they finished making love. How did JD’s hand end up covering her cunt?”

Ray eased away to keep from waking them. He opened a can of fruit for breakfast. He was planning on searching the island today for water and food. They were all right for the time being but they would need clean fresh water before long. Also he wanted to know if there might be others on the island. They seemed to be on a small beach that was surrounded by cliffs on both sides. He was hoping he could find a path that he could climb to the top and look around.

Before he finished JD joined him at the campfire. As usual his cock was nearly hard. He saw Ray look at him and said, “Sorry about the hard cock thing. It is just to tough to wake up next to a nearly naked woman. I know she is your wife but I can’t help it. If we had clothes to put on then I could hide what I feel. I don’t know how nudist can go round with each other and not get excited.”

“Don’t let it worry you JD. I know what you are feeling. I have trouble and she is my wife. I went home from a date a lot of times with my balls hurting. We will just have to make allowances for the condition we are in.”

Ray stood up. “I am going to look around today and see if I can find anything. Sure hope there is fresh water on the island.”

JD said, “I will see what I can do about catching some fish and maybe a crab or two. If you have any luck we can move the camp to the water.”

Ray left him and headed back into the trees to the deepest part of the woods. If there was a trail up the cliffs he expected to find it back there.

JD picked up a small net that had been in the boat. If he was lucky he would bring home today’s meal.

It was almost an hour before Rita stirred. All that had happened in the last few days had her so tired that she had slept better than she had since on the ship. She sat up and pulled the top of her T-shirt down where it had ridden up on her tits. She thought about last night and the sex with Ray while JD watched. She had never realized that it could be such a turn on to have someone watch as you made love. She couldn’t believe that she had stroked his cock with her husband lying next to her. She could still taste his cum in her mouth.

She got up and brushed her teeth the best she could with a twig from a tree. One of the first things she was going to do when they got off this island was take a hot bath and brush her teeth with a real tooth brush.

She saw where the guys had opened a can of fruit and she opened one for herself. As she eat she looked around to see which way they had gone. She didn’t much like the idea of being here alone. She could see the footprints heading back into the trees and she figured at least one of them was trying to find out what they had to face. Another set headed back down the beach to the rocks that separated the lagoon from the ocean.

Since she didn’t want to go walking in the woods alone she followed the tracks down the beach. Rounding the corner of the beach where the trees almost came to the water she saw JD out in the lagoon with a net. She watched as his large black body moved so slowly until he could see the fish, then how quick he could move to capture them.

She admired his large muscular body. She didn’t know what had come over her. She had never been around a black boy, even at the school where she lived. Now she could not take her eyes from him. It wasn’t just his cock that she liked to watch, though it was more than nice enough. The big strong arms and hips made her just want to be enclosed by them. The color of his jet-black skin was such a turn on for her. When she would touch his skin with her white hands it made her pussy start to cream.

She was a newly wed woman and already she was thinking what it would be like to have another man in her. Not just another man, but this large black man that was twice her size. She knew that she just had to feel what it would be like to take all of him deep in her body.

She tried to think of Ray and take her mind off of JD. When she compared them Ray didn’t come up very short. He also was a large man and he was well equipped in the cock department. He wasn’t much smaller than JD and she knew that she would be able to take JD without to much trouble. She knew that Ray knew she was fascinate by the black man and that if they stayed on this island much longer something was sure to happen. She hated to hurt Ray but she just had to see what it would be like to have JD’s cock in her cunt.

She made her way across the rocks to where JD was trying to catch a small fish against the rocks. What a sight she made as she climbed from one rock to another. Her pretty blond hair was blown about her face from the breeze that was coming in from the ocean. The T-shirt was tight across her tits and the nipples were hard little tips against the material of the shirt. Her pretty blond cunt was open for anybody to see since the shirt didn’t come low enough to offer any cover.

JD didn’t see her until she was almost on him. He had been concentrating on the fish and for the first time his cock wasn’t hard. When he did see her, his cock was right back where it had been. She was one sexy woman and he knew that he was just about to get in trouble. If her husband didn’t kill him his wife would if she ever found out. Regardless, he just had to see how far she would go.

“Hi JD, are you having any luck?”

“A little but I think it is about to change for the better.”

Rita blushed, she knew exactly what he was referring to, and she was ready to help him change his luck. She sat down on the rocks that were just out of the water. When she sat down her blond cunt was level with his head. His eyes went straight to her cunt. She saw where he was looking and spread her legs to give him a better view. It also let him know that he was free to make any move he desired.

JD could not take his eyes from her cunt. Hers was the first white woman that he had ever seen. The hair was so soft and fine that it didn’t cover the opening to her cunt. When she spread her legs he moved through the water to stand right before her. He reached for her legs and separated them until his head was between her naked thighs.

When his black hands touched her legs she moved to spread them for him. She did not intend to put up any resistance at all. All she had she was willing to give him. She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She lay the shirt down on the rocks and pulled his head to her open cunt. She nearly climaxed when his tongue touched her exposed cunt.

JD was having the time of his life. This young white wife was offering her body to him without any hesitation. He watched as she pulled the shirt over her head. Her tits were beautifully shaped and the nipples were standing hard. As she pulled his head to her cunt his hands went to each tit. His tongue was plowing her cunt while his black fingers were caressing her perfect tits.

Rita love the feel of his tongue as it touched her clit and worked it’s way deep in her already wet cunt. She watched as his black face pushed aside the blond hair of her cunt to expose the pink inside of her cunt. She could feel his big soft hands on her tits. She watched the black fingers as they touched the white skin of her body. She couldn’t stop her self from having her first climax of the day. Her fluid spilt from her body onto his busy tongue.

JD stopped licking long enough to capture the nipples with his thick soft lips. He loved to taste the sweetness of her young body. He moved from tit to tit. Each time pulling on them until the nipples were standing away from her body.

Rita watched with fascination as he sucked each tit into his mouth. She could feel his tongue as he worked over each one before moving to the other. He knew just what to do to bring out the best in her. Before long she was having her second climax in a short time. This was a first for her, having a climax with only her tits played with.

JD was standing in the water but he released her tits and put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer to him. He let her slide down the smooth rock until her cunt was at the right height for his cock. He could feel the heat from her cunt as it touched the tip of his cock. Letting her stop for a moment he reached for her head and pulled her mouth to his. He had heard of white women that would fuck a black man but would not let him kiss her. He wanted to find out if this was the kind of woman Rita was.

As her body slid down the rock closer and closer to his cock Rita knew that she was going to get the fucking of her young life. When she felt the tip of his cock at the opening of her cunt she just knew that now was the time. She was surprised when he let her stop and pulled her mouth to his. It never occurred to her to not kiss him. Her mouth opened to his exploring tongue. His lips were big and soft as they made contact with hers. Her arms went around his neck and pulled them both closer together. She could feel her hard nipples as they touched his hard body. Here was a solid man that was going to fuck her right out in the opening where her husband could return anytime. She was more than ready for him to fill her cunt to over flowing.