MY VACATION

I raised my head slightly from the pillow, my eyes centered, as
were my partner's, on our point of union, the point at which his long,
thick cock was thrusting into me. I was twenty-three and had never been
fucked so well before in my life. Now this lean, muscular man was
beginning to moan that he began to cum in me.

 His head bent back and his eyes rolled upward as he began to
growl and fuck me even harder than before. I thought I could feel the
throbbing of his cock as he shot his hot load into me. I bit my lip
with excitement as I stared at his handsome black body, balanced,
cradled, pumping between my spread thighs. His orgasm seemed to go on
for close to two minutes before his body began to relax on mine. It was
surprising to me because this was his second; I'd given him a blow job
and sucked his first load into my mouth in a cabana on the beach less
than a half hour earlier. I've never seen a man cum so long before.

 "Roll over," I said, "but don't pull out of me. I want to cum,
too."

 We rolled over in the bed and, from my position on top of him
with his cock still hard inside me, I tightened my stomach muscles and
ground my clit against the base of his cock. He reached for my tits,
swinging in front of his face, and rubbed the left one with both hands
while he sucked on my erect nipple. In a moment or two, I had the or-
gasm I wanted. The waves of my orgasm seemed to envelope my entire
body.

 Then I lay still on top of him.

 I had come to Jamaica for a mid-winter vacation, as much to get
away from the ski instructor I'd been fucking for the last four weeks
as to get away from the cold weather. I had turned 23, three months
earlier. At five-six and 120, I know I'm attractive to men. I have
short, light blondish hair brushed away from my face which a guy once
described as terminally cute, blue eyes, and what my father said was
an electric smile. Those are the obvious features.

 Less obvious when clothed is the rest of my body except, of
course, for my breasts which are impossible to hide in virtually any
clothing. They're big, a full 34-C, but perfectly formed and erect; I
really don't need to wear a bra. I love to have them rubbed and have
the nipples sucked. The combination of a deep kiss and some tit rubbing
even through a blouse and bra, virtually guarantees a wet crotch.

 My tummy is smooth, flat and hard, and my thighs are firm.
Everything is in proportion and I have to admit that the result is
beautiful. Nude, I have a figure that can bring a man to erection in
seconds. I actually like to look at myself in the mirror. No insecuri-
ties about my body.

 And I love to fuck. But believe me, I'm very selective. Only
real cute guys, who have the right attitude. I mean a girl can be just
as particular as she wants, all we have to know is that most guys will
do anything for sex.

 On arriving at the hotel where I planned to spend a long week,
I'd changed into a bikini and headed for the beach. The bikini bottom
was cut high on the hips with little more than a thong up the back,
exposing of my derrière to view. I'd had my front waxed free of hairs
that might have shown at the crotch. The top of my bikini had been
custom tailored to show off my perfect breasts; I was showing off the
parts of my body I felt were most attractive to men.

 When I got to the beach, I was surprised to see that most women
were topless. Although I felt some reluctance at first, I hadn't been
in the sun more than fifteen minutes before I decided to remove my top,
as well, and expose mine to the Caribbean sunshine. I rubbed some sun-
screen on my nipples to keep them from burning and tanning lotion on
the rest. It excited me to think of the surprise some new lover back
home in Colorado would find in my fully tanned tits. My nipples became
erect from the thought and the rubbing. As I looked around, sizing up
the other women, I realized I had the best tits on the beach.

 As I sat there by myself, a slender, muscular man detached
himself from a group nearby and walked toward me. As he approached, I
could see the bulge in the crotch of his French-style bathing suit. I
wondered if his cock were hard from looking at so many sets of bare
tits and round asses on the beach. And how long it might be. I found
him attractive, in an earthy, animal way and wondered what it would be
like to fuck him.

 He introduced himself as Palo, one of the managers at the hotel
and welcomed me to his island. I could see that his eyes were alter-
nately on my face and my tits as he spoke. I felt my nipples get even
more erect; I could feel a mild pulse in the right one. He invited me
to join him at his cabana down the beach for a welcoming drink. After
brief consideration and more conversation, I agreed.

 I felt amazingly excited, walking down the beach with this
handsome and muscular man, whose crotch was bulging, while I could
feel my bare breasts bounce with each step I took through the sand.
I realized my crotch was getting wet from the excitement and hoped
it wouldn't soak through my bikini bottom.

 At his cabana, he poured a rum drink for me from the iced
pitcher on the miniature bar and then one for himself. He toasted
my happiness on the island, we drank, and he put his glass on the
bar. With no warning, he reached out and stroked my nipples, running
one hand over both. To my surprise, I stood in my tracks and, unwit-
tingly, began to smile. Encouraged by my response, he continued to
rub my tits, now one in each hand, and roll my erect nipples between
his thumbs and forefingers.

 "We're by ourselves, here," he said softly.

 I put down my drink and reached for his crotch, rubbing his
hard penis through his bathing suit. Then, without hesitation, I
pulled down his bathing suit and freed his erection. It bobbed up in
front of me, more than seven inches of slender, hard, black meat. I
sank to my knees on the sandy floor of the cabana and stroked it with
one hand, caressing the dark purple and bulging cock head, then slid-
ing my lips over it. I began to suck gently on it and felt his hand
move behind my head, holding it in position, as he began to thrust
with his hips, taking control of the blow job, fucking my mouth,
fucking my face.

 I was thrilled by the length of his cock and could imagine how
it would feel deep in my cunt. I kept my hand wrapped around the base
of it to keep him from putting too much of it in my mouth at once.

 After a few minutes of face fucking, he released his hand from
my head and took his cock from my mouth. "Over here," he said as he sat
in a folding chair on the sand. I moved to the chair and continued the
blow job, my hand stroking the cock shaft and my lips sucking and
sliding across the head and the first three or four inches. Soon it was
throbbing and spurting it's load of cum into my mouth. It was a large
load and a long cum; I had to swallow four times. My companion, his
orgasm finished, smiled at me as I stroked and kissed his now-softening
cock.

 "You're a swallower. You swallowed every drop of my cum. That's
good. Only the most sexually exciting women swallow cum."

 "I like it," I said. "I like the taste of cum. It seems to make
me want to fuck more. Let's go up to my room now. I want to feel your
cock in my cunt. I want to cum, too."

    ^^^

 Now that I had cum, here in the privacy of my hotel room. I
rolled off him, feeling his soft cock slide out of me, thinking about
the next position in which we might fuck. Missionary was good for a
first fuck but we could be more creative.

 "That's the first time I've fucked that well."

 "Was it that different from the other men you've had?"

 "A lot. Everybody fucks differently. But your cock is longer
than most. I could feel the head of it rubbing against my cervix. That
was exciting, having you that deep in me. Would you like another blow
job? I'd like another fuck if I can get you up hard again."

 He positioned himself above me, his limp cock dangling above
my face, and buried his face between my thighs. Even before I could
start sucking, he began to lick the mixture of his cum and my cunt
juices from between my pussy lips. Then he began stroking my clit shaft
with his tongue. It created a wonderful, tingling sensation in my hips.
I realized I might cum again, soon.

 I licked his cock head, then began sucking on it steadily. As
he began to harden, his hips began to move in a fucking motion, again.
I enjoyed having my face fucked and relaxed, letting him pump his
hardening meat into my mouth, running my tongue around it as it entered
and left and re-entered my mouth. I tightened my stomach muscles and
began to cum as he licked me.

 Now he was fully hard and I was orgasmic. I pulled away from
him, sliding to the side and out from underneath him.

 "Fuck me again. Stick it in me from behind. Hang on to my ass
and get it as deep into me as you can. And fuck me hard; I'm already
cumming."

 I knelt on the bed, my hands on either side of a pillow, as he
positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock between my
pussy lips and then, with a single thrust, he buried all seven inches
of thick meat in the warm wetness of my cunt. My orgasm, which was well
underway from the pussy licking, swept me away. He was giving me long,
fast, deep strokes. I reached back and began fingering my clit. I could
feel my tits swaying with his thrusts, my nipples brushing the pillow.
I wondered how long it could last.

 In the positions that were to come, we lasted a long time. He'd
been fucking me, hard and deeply, for more than five minutes when I
decided I'd like a different position.

 "Let's switch," I said. "I'll lie at the edge of the bed with
my legs over the side. You put your feet on the floor and lean over me,
brace yourself on the bed with your hands."

 He pulled his cock out of me and I slid to the side of the bed,
my pussy at the edge of the mattress. This position would stress my
tummy muscles even more and the orgasm that I'd be enjoying next would
be even more intense.

 Then he was in me again, this time fucking me with a slow,
steady stroke, but as deeply as before. And he was able to lean for-
ward and suck my nipples again, first one, then the other, and kiss my
tits. The orgasm was even more intense than I had expected. I could
feel my cunt going into spasms. It had happened to me only twice
before.

 The contractions in my cunt made it even tighter around his
cock. As much as he tried to hold back, to delay cumming for a third
time in me, a beautiful, big titted blonde,  he couldn't contain it.
He came again, waves of beautifully agonizing spasms seizing his body
as both of us bent our heads to look at our fuck. It was too extreme.
He had to pull it out of me.

 As he flopped down on the bed beside me, I was in a frenzy. I
grabbed the still hard rod and began sucking on it. He screamed as he
went back into orgasm again but he didn't pull away, continuing to cum
in my mouth for a full minute before I stopped and turned to lay beside
him.

 "You are a great fuck," I said. "I think I'm really going to
enjoy this vacation."

 It was three hours later before we dressed to leave my room.
We'd fucked four more times. I lost track of my orgasms. We'd fucked
in every position I knew, some of which were new to Palo. We'd fucked
in missionary, rear entry, edge of the bed, sitting in a chair with me
straddling him, in the same position on the edge of the bath tub,
standing face to face against the bathroom door frame, standing from
behind with me bracing myself against the bathroom sink, with me sit-
ting on his cock as he lay in the bed -- facing first toward his feet,
then toward his head,  lying on our sides and with him holding me, my
legs wrapped around him, as he walked around the room. A dozen posi-
tions, my full repertoire.

 We showered together, dressed, Palo from a bag that he'd
brought from his cabana, and headed for the dining room.

 It turned out to be a great vacation, Palo was great, and so
was Vincent, and Dominic, and Bobby, oh and Palo's little brother
Manuel.