False Positive
My name is Craig. I am 27 now, but was 21 yrs. old when I married my Franni, who was all of 19 yrs old at the time. Franni was blonde, about 5?5 slender and 105 lbs, with rock hard real tits, and a perfect ass. I have sandy brown hair, 165 lbs. 5?7? and born in a rich family and never really needed to work, although I do periodically to combat boredom. I met Franni in high school and also knew her around our small Illinois town. Franni and I were married when we found out she had gotten pregnant during the first time we had sex. Now, we had lots of oral sex, and we had learned we could save our virginities, by Franni stroking my penis and me eating her. Then one night, after a few drinks, we didn?t settle for oral and we made the plunge.
We were drunk and I was so horny that I pleaded with her to allow it, and after a good tongue lashing on her vagina; she finally said we could try it. Well, I was so excited, it happened fast. She wouldn?t allow complete penetration, saying it burned. S o I went as far as her hand on my stomach would allow. Every time I would attempt a deeper stab, she put the palm of her hand on my belly to control the depth. Well, I didn?t really penetrate deep, maybe an inch. I am not very big at 4 inches, but I always thought it would go deeper. I didn?t know any better, so I accepted it. I came on her opening, feeling satisfied at my accomplishment. She felt guilty afterwards, thus telling me she wouldn?t do it again until we were married. Well that sucked, but she would still get me off with her hand, so I relented to her wishes. She let me eat her often, saying it was better than the intercourse we had and didn?t hurt.
Well fast forward a month, and she missed her period. After a positive pregnancy test, she said she wanted to marry, because she didn?t want the stigmatism of a fatherless child and didn?t want people thinking she was a slut. So we informed her parents and mine that we intended to marry and honeymoon to Jamaica. They were not happy; to say the least and we didn?t tell them she was pregnant. They were pissed at the initial shock of our announcement, but since money was never to be an issue, they accepted it. We said we understood them being upset, but had been dating two years and just felt like doing it. She came from modest means, her father a printer and mothers a housewife/babysitter. They did not have the money to pay for a wedding, so we gave them an out. The wedding and reception were small and probably not what her parents had pictured long ago for her special day, but they liked me and I was loaded.
We arrived in the hotel, unpacked and went to dinner upon our arrival, taking in the local flavor. It was told to us not to go far outside Negril, because tourists are easy prey. We stayed pretty close and had no issues. We went back to the hotel and got comfortable in our new silk His/Hers pajamas. She was stunning, and I was rock hard in anticipation with having sex again. Well, it didn?t go as anticipated. She was afraid of the pain, and as I prodded her to try, she started tearing up. I didn?t want her to be unhappy, so I backed off, and went down on her instead. She was relieved and promised more, but not tonight. She stroked me again and I spurted. It hit me like a whip across my face, and as Franni giggled at my heightened sexual state, she kept it aimed at my face. Another rope of semen lashed me on the nose and another on my lower chin and chest as the force of my spurting waned. She pumped it slowly now as I came down from my high, and she sat looking at my messy face. I instinctively licked my lips as I tasted my cum for the first time. She was shocked at my reaction to it as I cleaned off my lips with my own tongue. It didn?t taste bad, and she asked me had I ever tasted it before. I reddened a little at the question, her sensing the truth. I said I had tasted it before when I masturbated myself but just the clear fluid that comes out before orgasm. This was much thicker and saltier than the precum. She shook her head in disbelief and appeared kind of upset with me. I asked what was wrong and she said it seemed gay to do that. I told her it was instinctive and innocent. She wondered why I tasted my own cum before and I didn?t have an answer. She stared at me and wouldn?t remove her gaze, so I said I just wondered what it tasted like. She went to bed slightly upset with me, but I assumed she would get over it.
The next morning I woke up first and stiff with morning wood, so I took a piss, then slid under the cover and spread Franni?s leg and started licking her slit. She orgasmed and as I slid up she stroked me and again, she aimed at my face. It hit me lower so she raised her aim and pelted my face and nose first, then right on my mouth again. My mouth was open on the first spurt and went mostly in so I swallowed. The next two spurts were directly on my lips, and again I instinctively licked them. She looked at me bewildered and got up. She went to dress for the beach, leaving me cum covered and ashamed. I tried to go change as well, but she had the door locked. I had to wait until she finished dressing, then she opened the door, grabbed a towel, and left me abruptly. I quickly wiped off the cum, got my trunks on, and tried to follow her. I went outside in the bright sun, not able to see, and immediately went back in to get my sunglasses.
I went to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked on the beach by our hotel, the pool; the restaurants near there, but found nothing. I was starting to burn after an hour, so I went along the walkway in the town, hoping to run into her. It was shaded and offered some relief. I saw an open-air bar, and went in to get something to drink. I asked for a Budweiser, but he gave me a Red Stripe. I didn?t complain and sat there wondering where Franni went.
A black man named Cerme? sat next to me and started a conversation. He asked me where I was from and many details about me. I did the same and found out he was a motorcycle taxi driver. I really liked this guy; he was friendly and offered to help look for my Franni. I accepted and we got on the back of his MC (motorcycle) and off we went. He drove fast as I grabbed his waist tightly. He looked back at me and smiled, noticing my fear and strong grasp of his waist. He was about 6?2 and very thin. I could feel his taut stomach and held on tight as he whipped that MC in and out of traffic. He told me to see if I could find her in the crowd. I was having a problem seeing any detail travelling at this speed, but I tried anyway.
After a half hour or so he went up a rocky, steep road. I knew there was no way she could have wandered this far, but I waited to see where he took me. He meandered to a shanty, built of concrete walls and a tin roof. There were square shaped holes in the concrete with a piece of cloth over it, which was considered the Jamaican window. Absolutely no privacy was possible for anyone who lived there. I soon found out privacy and clothing were not a high priority here. Cerme? stopped, shut off the MC, and said come.
I followed him inside his primitive home, in a remote area, feeling extremely blessed I was an American citizen. Quite frankly, he had nothing. I acted non-chalant, but I was stunned at their degree of poverty. He obviously had electricity because he somehow had an old rusty fridge of cold beer, and gave me another Red Stripe and motioned me to follow. Having no money, doesn?t necessarily mean a lack of cold beer, even here in Jamaica! Plenty of my broke friends, always managed beer and cigarette money.
We walked a hundred yards or so to a scraggly beach, but it was his private beach. That was more beachfront than I owned, I thought to myself. He suddenly dropped his shorts, looking at me as he did it. I stared at him and then at his soft 9-inch cock that was shiny, uncut, and thick. I never have seen a cock that big or that black. Actually I?d never seen a black cock at all. I felt inadequate immediately and I didn?t take off my shorts as a result. His stomach rippled with muscle and was built like a swimmer, tall and lean, but cut. He said take them off, and we?d swim. I sheepishly nodded as my heart pounded, and dropped my trunks. He watched me, grinned a slight grin, and then, without a second thought went in the water. I felt more at ease now that he didn?t seem to judge my small size, and I went in as well.
We swam around for a bit then he made our way to a rock that protruded from the water. He climbed up on it and reached down to help me up. I got my foot hold and stepped up, and as I did his cock was close to my face and I just stared at it, probably too long. He saw me, and again smiled a crooked smile. I stepped over him and sat down next to him. It was weird being nude, especially with a complete stranger. We sat there a few minutes, basked in the sun and watched the surf roll in. I was burning again and I told him I had to go get out of the sun and go find my wife.
He nodded and we went back to his hut. He stopped me from dressing and went inside and came back with a crème that he told me to spread on my body. It was in a steel cup and looked like cooking lard but smelled like coconut. I asked if he wanted some and he nodded his assent and turned offering me his back. He wanted me to rub it on for him so I applied it as he wished. Since no one was watching, I didn?t feel funny about it. He slowly turned as I spread it on, finally facing me as I rubbed his chest. I rubbed his stomach and was staring at his enormous dick as I started getting hard as I spread it on him. I stopped when I realized this and got dressed. He put on his shorts and got on the MC again as we trekked back to the hotel. When we arrived, he shut off the MC and I walked into the hotel. I went to our room, but Franni was nowhere to be found. I asked him what I owed him and he said thirty dollars. I gave him twenty, because all I had was a Benjamin, and I said I owed him. He said OK he would be back tomorrow. I nodded my appreciation, and said I would come back to the bar I met him at. He said I better or he?d come looking for me. He laughed, but I would make sure I paid him in full before I left.
After he was gone, I went down to the hotel plaza and searched for Franni. I finally saw her at the pool, and was talking to a Jamaican who worked at the hotel. He was sitting next to her and they seemed very friendly. I made my way over there and when she noticed me, she sat up and he noticed as well. He turned and stood and offered his hand as she said, ?Jean- Francois this is Craig m husband.? We shook hands and I sat down facing Franni. She asked where I?d been all day, and I was wondering the same thing. I said, ?Looking for you all over Jamaica.? Jean-Francois asked where I had looked and I told him all over the city on a motorcycle taxi. He said his friend Cerme had one, to which I said, ?Cerme? is the guy that helped me look!? He grinned and nodded and said Cerme? was his good friend and winked at me. I laughed and was surprised at that fact. Franni said Jean-Francois was helping her look for me as well.
I found that hard to believe, since she had barged out earlier, pissed about my revelation about me licking my own cum. I still couldn?t believe she got pissed about it, since she had aimed my spewing cock at my own face as I came.
Franni then invited Jean-Francois and Cerme? to dinner that night, assuming he would be able to get a hold of Cerme? in time. He accepted and said they would both be there. He put his hand high on Franni?s thigh, and leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks. She smiled and blushed, and said thanks again and see you tonight! I told her she should have asked me first, because I had ?plans? for us tonight. She sighed and said ?Be glad I held my temper back when you walked up at all. I could have given you the same treatment as this morning, but chose not to for you?re sake. I?m still baffled why you ate your own cum?? She laughed at me as I stammered and failed to give her a satisfactory answer. She looked at me quizzically and shook her head again and went in the hotel. So here it is on our honeymoon and no sex yet. True, it had only been 1 day, but the whole reason for a honeymoon is to enjoy the first moments of marriage uninhibited.
I tried to think of a reason why I tasted my own cum during masturbation as I went back to the hotel, but I really couldn?t find legitimate one. I entered the hotel and Franni was getting in the shower. I sat on the bed and waited for her to finish. As she came out of the shower I said I was sorry for whatever made her mad, and she just sat silently brushing her hair, looking at me in the mirror. Franni then asked me if I was gay. I was stunned! ?No Franni, why would you say that? It was a natural reaction. I didn?t realize what I was doing when I licked my lips.?
She kept brushing her hair. She said no more about it, and I dropped it. We readied for dinner, and when I finished dressing, I went into main room of hotel suite and Franni was standing there in a white floral dress and stilettos that showed her sleek line. It was a short dress maybe 6 inches above the knee. Fuck she was hot! ?Franni, you are so beautiful!? She didn?t smile, but I could tell she loved the compliment. She seemed to relax a bit, as we left the room, to meet Cerme? and Jean-Francois. All I could think about was ending this dinner and getting my luscious wife back to our hotel room.
The hotel had a great restaurant, so we had decided to stay close so we could drink. As we were seated, the two men, approached, Jean-Francois wearing a multi-color tropical print shirt, and white Bermuda shorts, and Cerme? was wearing a black tropical print shirt and white Bermuda shorts as well. Franni was beaming as Jean-Francois again kissed on both cheeks and hugged her as if they were old friends. Cerme? shook my hand and kissed Franni as well, as I introduced them for the first time.
JF and Franni, continued talking like earlier, and Cerme? didn?t say much as the other two gabbed away. We kept drinking waiting for food, and I was really feeling the liquor, as was Franni, as she giggled at JF?s flirty touches and comments. Cerme? got up and motioned me to follow him, as we headed to the bar. He asked the bartender, obviously his friend, for something and the bartender left and returned with a metal tube. The tube was for a large cigar, and Cerme? put it in his pocket and walked toward the steps leading to the beach. When we found a spot we looked back and saw Franni and JF coming over to the foliage where we were standing. She didn?t even look at me while we gathered around Cerme?, who had opened the tube and pulled out a marijuana cigarette.
I had never smoked reefer before, and didn?t think Franni had either, but we went along with it as Cerme? lit it and passed it to me. I sucked on it, and Cerme? grabbed my wrist, and pulled it away from my lips. He took the joint from me, and demonstrated how to smoke it. He told me I was using too much lip and would get the paper wet. I tried again and looked at Franni as I started coughing heavily. JF and Cerme? laughed at me and slapped me on the back as I was doubled over trying to catch some air. That shit was harsh on my lungs. They two black men smoked like old pros as me and Franni struggled through it. Then the excellent feeling rushed through me, as I gathered this euphoric feeling and a smile emerged on my face and the others as well. Wow, getting high was cooooooool!!!
We went back to the table as our waiter served our dinners. I absolutely devoured my plate, as the mood had really changed. My thoughts were drifting, thinking strange things and not realizing JF was talking to me. Franni giggled that I was totally stoned.
I was.
JF told me he wanted to take a walk and Franni popped up and volunteered to go. I said go ahead, and Cerme? and I stayed seated and kept drinking Red Stripes. They meandered away, as Cerme? and I were just looking at the sunset, sitting quietly listening to the music and conversation in the open-air restaurant. Cerme? said ?Come with me, we go get a drink at bar.? I got up and followed as he passed the restaurant bar and we went to the bar I met him at. I asked him what about my wife and JF and he said JF would know where we were.
When we got there, he got two beers and walked to the beach again, to a grass type umbrella that leaned and Cerme? sat in the only lounge under it. I sat on the end of the lounge, as he leaned on the backrest, with his legs slightly open. It was kind of awkward, because people were near, (100ft away), but there line of sight was obscured by the umbrella. Sitting between his spread legs made it look questionable, and my eyes kept drifting to the large lump in his shorts. He lit another doobie and passed it to me. This time it wasn?t as bad, and I didn?t cough. We smoked the joint, and he sat quietly looking at me. I couldn?t figure him out. He stared at me a lot, but never made me uncomfortable.
He smoked the joint until it was so small, that he couldn?t hold it without burning his fingers. He threw it in the sand and stood up and undressed again and said he wanted to swim. I looked around to see if anyone else seen him nude, but in the failing light, it was hard to see. I followed his lead, as I disrobed and went in the water. It was chilling as I entered, and my high kind of abated. We swam around and waded for 10 minutes or so, and then he told me we were done swimming. He walked back to the lounge and sat nude to drip dry. I sat at the end of the chaise lounge again at his feet between his slightly spread legs. He lit a cigarette and offered me one. I said no, as he lit his and reclined, taking a deep drag on the smoke. I tried to keep from looking at his cock but it was hard not to. I wanted to take a closer look at it, because I was simply amazed by it?s size and it?s long skin covering it.
Then in a split second it happened!
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I had earlier gotten the feeling he liked me, but I never thought this would happen. I looked at him quizzically, and he looked down at his cock and placed my hand on it. I pulled my hand away and bit my lip as my heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was losing my breath. My cock stiffened, and being attracted to him was real. I guess I had been hiding my inner feeling toward him. He said it?s ok, and took my hand again and placed it on his black phallus. This time I didn?t pull away, and instead grabbed the thick sausage and slightly squeezed it and felt it?s girth. It was amazing! I pulled the hardening cock a little as I looked at him. He sat looking at me, as I played with his manhood. I felt his testicles and leaned down to get a closer look. This time I turned so I could touch it with my other hand. As I lifted his big balls in one hand, I slid my hand up and down, jacking him off slowly. My face was only a foot from his cock, as I slid back his foreskin, unveiling the head. It was greasy, and smelled strong, musky, and was covered with a white crème. I looked up at him, as he put his hand behind my head, nudging me forward. I obeyed as I stuck out my tongue and licked his cock head.
I couldn?t believe I was doing this! What had come over me? Was I a gay cocksucker? I knew that I wanted to suck his cock. He pulled my head, demanding more effort, as I opened my mouth, and for the first time in my life, started sucking his cock. I worked it deeper in my mouth as I tried to please him. I massaged his balls and licked and suckled his shaft, tasting the pungent crème, coating this massive dick. It had grown to 13 inches and taking it all in was never going to happen. It was too big! I did the best I could, and as I looked up at him, he ran his finger through my hair, enjoying my efforts. I stroked his cock, squeezing it as I went up and down, which caused his dripping shaft to bead up and then drip precum. I looked at it, then up at Cerme?, as I licked his precum off the tip. I stared into his eyes as my lust grew for him. I wanted him to know I was enjoying my role, and I would be willing to be his again.
?Craig! What the fuck?! Why?? Franni screamed!
Franni and Jean-Francois had walked up on us, and in my cock hungry intoxication, didn?t even see them coming.
Fuck! I'm screwed! She?s going to think I?m gay!
Cerme? sat there quietly as my face was spit covered from the blowjob I was performing. I looked at her stunned, holding Cerme?s stiff cock in my hand. She stomped away, as JF went with her, leaving me forlorn between this black Jamaican?s thighs. Cerme? wasn?t worried at the happenings around him, as he nudged me back down on his cock. I fought his demands but he wasn?t letting my head go. Pulling me toward his cock again, he slid back his foreskin and slapped my face with his cock, humiliating me, showing his indifference to my current problem with Franni. He then pushed down my head on his cock and said, ?Finish me.? I relented and did as he ordered, only so I could get to Franni and explain. He was controlling the pace and depth to which I plunged down on his shaft, gagging me repeatedly as I pushed away with my hands on his thighs, just enough to keep breathing.
Cerme? personality had definitely changed to an aggressive lover. He wasn?t merciful with his cock?s assault of my throat. This mild mannered Jamaican Adonis became a dominating master of my actions! He grabbed my hair in a tight fist and force fucked my face! I had one hand on his six-pack abs, and the other around his cock to limit the damage he was doing to me. I stroked his cock, in hopes of finishing him off. He grunted and I knew it was time! He let go of my shock of hair. He arched his back as I pumped his black cock, pumping his spurting seed directly in my face, lips. mouth and hair! He kept erupting as I licked and swallowed what was on my lips and caught yet another rope in my throat as I attempted to breathe. I was covered in his cum and he breathed heavily in his post-coital bliss. I was breathing heavily too, as he fed me his cum, wiping it off my face with his cock. I licked him clean and realized I came all over my legs and the chair during this episode.
I put my clothes on and said we had to get back. He nodded and stood to dress as I walked away. I walked to the ocean and cleaned my face, and went back to the hotel. Franni wasn?t in the room when I got there and I prayed this would somehow blow over. She was with JF, but where, I had no idea. Cerme? would know. I asked him where JF lived and he said in Negril city. I asked him if he would take me and he nodded yes and we jumped on his motorcycle, and off we went. I was sitting close up behind him, as my arms were wrapped around his waist. He drove us through the town toward Negril, as my fears were starting to mount. I laid my head on his back and wept, knowing that I had done serious damage to my marriage. I am a father to be, and here I am sucking another man?s dick, and getting caught literally with his cock in my mouth!
Cerme? patted my clasped hands with his left hand as he drove the motorcycle with his right. ?It will be ok, you will see.? He tried to reassure me. I liked the empathy he was showing me, but he showed me none earlier, when she caught me rimming him. But, I needed what I could get now, as tears streamed down my cheeks, getting his shirt wet. When we got to JF?s house, it was obvious he had more money than most Jamaicans. Jean-Francois?s stucco house, sat in the middle of a walled estate. It wasn?t a mansion, but was about 3500 sq. ft. with tropical plants around the perimeter and lights accentuating his landscaping. We went through the keyed gate, Cerme? had a key for and went inside the house. Jean-Francois was nowhere to be found as we entered the home. Cerme? looked around, but found nothing. With the light?s being on, it looked as if someone was there. Cerme? motioned me to the back door, and I saw JF was in the pool betweens Franni?s legs. Her top was off and JF was sucking her nipples as her head was thrown back as she sat on the pool?s edge. I went to open the door, but Cerme? stopped me and wouldn?t allow me to go further. He looked at me sternly, letting me know I wasn?t allowed to interfere.
I wanted so bad to interrupt them, but after her seeing me with Cerme?, I couldn?t come up with a reason for her not to cheat as well. I stood looking through the glass, with a stiff cock, while another man was taking my wife for the first time as a married woman. I wanted it to be me, but I felt like I nullified the right to her body. I was so ashamed and excited, at the same time, watching Jean-Francois seduce my wife, in the place that was supposed to be reserved for me. I came back to my senses as they got out of the pool, and came toward the back door. Cerme? opened the door for them as I got a look at Jean-Francois?s horse cock. Franni, in bikini bottoms only, led him into the house, holding his cock as she looked daggers through me. I said I was so sorry, as she passed me, but she only looked away with a sneer, and walked toward JF?s bedroom. I tried to follow, but Cerme? grabbed my shoulder, restraining me from stopping the inevitable.
I was filled with dread as my stomach flipped in fear and regret.
?Franni, please don?t?!. You?re pregnant! Please?? I begged.
She stopped dead in her tracks, spun around quickly and said, ? You have got to be kidding me? You suck a man?s cock and expect me to save us? I don?t think there is an ?us? Craig! You have betrayed our baby and me! Fuck off!? She spun back around to Jean-Francois and asked him, ?Take me to your room?? He looked at me and smiled a gold-toothed grin, and said ?It would be my pleasure!?
With that, they walked away nude, Franni?s hand attached to Jean-Francois?s cock like a third leg. The door shut behind them, as Cerme? led me to the couch. I sat, as he went and made us a drink. It was Wray & Nephew Rum on the rock?s, which I guzzled down. Cerme? sat next to me and started trying to console me. He said, ?Craig, let her do this. It will give her some sort of payment for your actions. She needs revenge right now, and begging won?t do nothing but piss her off more than she already is. She will calm down, but it will take time. Relax.?
?Cerme?, I haven?t had sex with her since we were married! I wanted to be the first and last man she was ever with! I am losing the right to both in two fucking days!?
He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me and said, ?You could have said no when I fed you my cock. You never said anything, so I really question your sincerity.? My jaw dropped open in disbelief. ?I was high and not thinking clearly, or I would have never done that! I?m not gay! It was a mistake I will regret for the rest of my life?, I said tearing up again, as my marriage was flying away, just out of my reach. Cerme? put his arm around me and pulled me to him as I laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my arm as I wiped the tears from my face.
I needed consoling and it was helping a little bit. As my head lay on his chest, and his right arm around me, I noticed his other hand was full of his own cock, slowly massaging his penis through his pants. I watched as he seemed to be growing, increasing my breathing again. I turned my head to look up at him, when he said, ?Hey Mon! When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.? I kept looking at him as my desire was again growing.
It was strange to have these feelings in the midst of what just transpired. Franni was twenty feet away, just on the other side of a wall, and I was set to risk everything on a lustful desire? I slid my hand slowly across his thigh until I felt his manhood. He moved his hand and told me to get his cock out. I looked at him again and consented to his wishes again. I didn?t want to be weak, but here I was again, not fighting my urges, as I unzipped his Bermudas and fished out his semen-encrusted cock. Cum had dried on his foreskin, and he then said, ? Go ahead Craig, suck that Jamaican black snake! Lick off the dry cum too.? I obeyed and quickly resumed the submissive position, as I sucked and licked his foreskin first then slid it back and attempted to clean the cheese that had formed. I was lost in my own pleasure again, not thinking of the ramifications of getting caught again at the end of Cerme?s cock by Franni.
I moved down into the submissive position between my new master?s legs as I really got into this blowjob unlike the first. I wanted it more and more, as I tried to deep-throat him, relaxing my throat in an effort to swallow the shaft. It was just to long and thick, but I still loved this new talent of mine. Cerme? was talking to me the whole time, telling me how much I loved his cock and would be his little bitch from now on. I moaned my approval as I was prepared to obey him and his demands as long as I was in Jamaica. He said repeatedly, ?Ohh yeah, suck that Jamaican cock! Suck it! Oooohhh yes Craig, you are mine from now on! Get used to this because I will be feeding you a lot of this Jamaican cock!? He worked himself up into a frenzy until I sensed his pending explosion. He quickly stood up and yanked his cock away from me, and jacked off as he held my face upturned. His balls were dancing across my tongue and nose, as his hair on his balls tickled my face. He kept a strong grip on a tuft of my hair as he aimed his cockhead square into my face! It was like looking down the barrel of a cannon, as he suddenly erupted!
Sperm squirted directly in my eye, as he coated both, lacing my face with another viscous load of cum. I now knew what a facial meant, as I was living this reality. He squeezed the remaining drops onto my lips as I licked instinctively to clear them.
I then heard Franni moaning through the closed door as Jean-Francois loudly said,
?CERME? MON, DIS?BITCH IS STILL A VIRGIN,!!!! A FUCKING VIRGIN! OH MON, I DON?T BELIEVE IT!!!? I looked at Cerme? with furrowed cum filled eyes, as he pushed me away, and sounded like he walked to the room. My assumption was proved correct when I heard the bedroom door open. I felt my way to the kitchen sink and cleaned my burning eyes and face, in an attempt to see what J-F was talking about. Finally, mostly clean of cum, I went to the open door and entered, seeing Franni lying on her back, eyes closed, in a high-drunken state, and Jean-Francois looking at her open flared pussy, which he kept open with his fingers. You could see the hymen, which had a hole in it, but had never been fully breached.
I had never broke through! She had never allowed me in. My sperm just swam through the hole in the hymen and impregnated her. Unbelievable I thought to myself.
Jean-Francois said, ?Craig Mon, you either have a very small dick or great swimmers Mon.? I mumbled something incoherent as Jean-Francois looked at me with a big grin. ?I will take care of this precious flower for you Mon. Sit back and see!? I cringed with jealousy as he lined up for the initial entry. He motioned me over and said to lick her pussy and get it ready. I quickly accepted this as some sort of concession, thinking it?s better than nothing. She moaned her approval as I licked her moistening slit. My saliva was not needed for lubrication, because Franni was providing all the juice needed for this inevitable mating. As I pulled back to watch Jean-Francois said, ?Me too Craig, as I looked up at him, then down to the eye level black horse cock he possessed. I had apprehension at doing this next to Franni, but, I consented anyway, and began licking his shaft, transferring saliva onto the black glistening weapon. His cock was getting harder and the veins were very pronounced as it bobbed up and down slightly with every heartbeat. You could see the veins swell and contract with each pump of his heart. I was lost in a lustful funk, realizing I was glad I was here. I was meant for this.
Jean-Francois nudged me backward as he was primed and ready. I sat close watching as Cerme? came up behind me and told me to lie on my belly next to Franni. I did as I was told, as I watched Jean-Francois start his descent into my wife untapped womb. Cerme? lubed my asshole as I knew this would eventually be expected. I knew Cerme? was gay now. He had no desire for Franni. He spit in my ass crack and rubbed it into my brown flower. Meanwhile as Cerme? pressed my defloration, Franni reacted sharply as JF applied pressure on her intact hymeneal tissue. I rubbed her head, as she turned slightly looking at me. I told her I loved her. She finished by saying I love you too. I took solace in the fact she had somewhat forgiven me, relieving some of my stress. I truly did love her and had no idea how I would undo the damage I caused.
She looked at Cerme? with his cock at my anal threshold, and closed her eyes again. I?m not sure what she was thinking, but I never felt so ashamed. Reality set in as Cerme? slid into me as I leaned over and kissed Franni. Simultaneously, Jean-Francois broke through her hymen. She squealed in our enclosed mouths and started crying. I did as well, when behind me Cerme? had plunged into my rectal depths without letting me adjust to his size. It burned like a hot poker, as he held himself completely impaled in me, as his nuts rested themselves on my own. I coughed and convulsed as I pushed back at him to pull out, needing relief on my asshole. He did not comply with my wishes as he lay down on top of me and whispered in my ear, ?OH, Craig, my cock is so fucking deep! You will learn to love this. I will make you my own.? He kissed the back of my neck, which gave me full body goose bumps, as a shuddering travelled through my body. He pulled back slowly and plunged again, repeating it over and over, as my anal canal conformed to my new master wishes.
Meanwhile Franni was in and out of consciousness as we were both being plowed as virgin meat. Jean-Francois was slow and gentle with her as she started a series of orgasms that made her arch her back and pull him as deep as physically possible by grabbing his muscular ass cheeks and holding him close. I looked over at her, wondering if she was in pain, but she had forgotten me, as Jean-Francois?s cock was casting a spell over her, to which she would never escape.
Cerme? was now exerting his complete dominance over me, by asking me what I wanted, as he pulled back until his cock tip was barely kissing my asshole. I begged him to reenter me because I felt empty now, and my ass was molded for his uncut cock. He didn?t move until I begged him again, to which he said,? What do you say to your master?? ?PLEASE MASTER FUCK MY ASS, PLEASE?? He did as I had begged him to do, and plunged fully in, and back out, and then in again. I started cumming a third time that night, never touching my cock! Cerme? warned me of his coming orgasm and told Franni that he was going to cum inside me at the same time Jean-Francois cums inside of her.
He looked at Jean-Francois as they prepared for the simultaneous insemination, timing their thrust until they both plunged as deep as possible and emptied their balls in me and my wife. Semen quickly filled the limited void in my rectum, forcing it?s way out around Cerme?s tumescent cock. Hot boiling semen made it way down my perineum and got matted by my hair surrounding my balls. One foot over, to my right, Franni was running through a series of orgasms as Jean-Francois fucked her virgin slit slowly still as his cum and her blood mingled into a pink froth. He extracted his softening penis slowly, easing out of Franni?s stretched slit. Cerme? also pulled out of me as his cock, 3 orgasms later, finally looked as if it might stay dormant. I rolled over to cuddle with Franni, but she didn?t respond to my touch. JF told me to help clean her as he pointed to her raped slit. I slid down and opened her vulva, which was red and distended and oozing with coital remains. I eagerly licked her, cleaning and grooming my bride?s punished pussy, hoping she would appreciate my efforts. A distinct metallic taste dominated my oral prize, as I licked persistently into my love, as a mother would do when cleaning her young.
Cerme? was talking to JF quietly, and when their conversation was finished, Cerme? motioned for me to dress and follow him. I complied with his order, and he ended up taking us back to the hotel. Franni stayed with Jean-Francois that night and Cerme? stayed in our room, fucking me 4 more times over the next 12 hours. We met up with Franni and JF at the restaurant the next morning, and I was glad to see Franni. She looked stunned and was quiet, as we ate from the buffet. The two men said their goodbyes and left for their jobs, while we went up to the hotel room. Franni was eerily quiet, as she lay down on the bed. I went to her and asked if she was ok. She nodded and said she was sorry for cheating on me, but was so mad at me for my cheating with Cerme? that all sound reason left her. I begged her to forgive me as well, which she said he did. I wasn?t sure how this would play out but we had 5 more days here and I told her of Cerme?s demands regarding the rest of our honeymoon. She said JF told her the same thing. I asked what she wanted to do, and she said she would like more time with JF, so it pretty much determined my fate. She said I would be fine, and saw how much I liked being with him. This was strange and new and I still preferred woman, but my choices were to stay in Jamaica with Cerme? or leave Franni and go home alone. I chose to stay with my wife, which meant she would be with JF the rest of our honeymoon and I with Cerme?. I asked her if we could make love and she promised me we would, later.
Fuck! I was devastated, but didn?t let on to my disappointment. That would have developed into another confrontation. I took Cerme? advice and let her be. She was sore, and so was I, but I wanted her pussy bad. She said she wanted to let her body to rest. I asked if I could at least lick her which she nodded her assent. I went down and ate her out, licking JF cum out that was the remnant of the mornings coupling. She orgasmed to my ministrations and then rolled into the covers and slept away the day.
The rest of our vacation was what we expected. I got to see her daily when they would go to work, and cleaning her slit became my duty. She wasn?t really interested in me sexually, but welcomed my support by my busy tongue. She said it felt good after a night of sex with JF.
We finally left Jamaica, Franni glowing in sexual satisfaction, and me with a nasty hemorrhoid. Getting back to our life in Illinois was difficult. Having been able to explore sex uninhibitedly left us both yearning for more. But that would have to wait until she delivered. Yes, I finally bedded my bride upon returning home. It was no problem now that JF had plowed the road for me. But she still preferred my mouth to my dick.
8 months later, at the hospital Franni was in the stirrups and I was at her side, when she delivered. We were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. As the nurse handed him to her and I, the smiles vanished from our faces as a thick afro and black skin, dominated the features of our son. The nurses looked at me as my stomach flipped, and shame coursed through me like poison. Franni grabbed my hand and said, ?Craig I?m so sorry. I have no idea how this happened.?
I sat there thinking of ways to tell our parents about our black child. I came up with nothing, except to tell them the truth.
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My name is Craig. I am 27 now, but was 21 yrs. old when I married my Franni, who was all of 19 yrs old at the time. Franni was blonde, about 5?5 slender and 105 lbs, with rock hard real tits, and a perfect ass. I have sandy brown hair, 165 lbs. 5?7? and born in a rich family and never really needed to work, although I do periodically to combat boredom. I met Franni in high school and also knew her around our small Illinois town. Franni and I were married when we found out she had gotten pregnant during the first time we had sex. Now, we had lots of oral sex, and we had learned we could save our virginities, by Franni stroking my penis and me eating her. Then one night, after a few drinks, we didn?t settle for oral and we made the plunge.
We were drunk and I was so horny that I pleaded with her to allow it, and after a good tongue lashing on her vagina; she finally said we could try it. Well, I was so excited, it happened fast. She wouldn?t allow complete penetration, saying it burned. S o I went as far as her hand on my stomach would allow. Every time I would attempt a deeper stab, she put the palm of her hand on my belly to control the depth. Well, I didn?t really penetrate deep, maybe an inch. I am not very big at 4 inches, but I always thought it would go deeper. I didn?t know any better, so I accepted it. I came on her opening, feeling satisfied at my accomplishment. She felt guilty afterwards, thus telling me she wouldn?t do it again until we were married. Well that sucked, but she would still get me off with her hand, so I relented to her wishes. She let me eat her often, saying it was better than the intercourse we had and didn?t hurt.
Well fast forward a month, and she missed her period. After a positive pregnancy test, she said she wanted to marry, because she didn?t want the stigmatism of a fatherless child and didn?t want people thinking she was a slut. So we informed her parents and mine that we intended to marry and honeymoon to Jamaica. They were not happy; to say the least and we didn?t tell them she was pregnant. They were pissed at the initial shock of our announcement, but since money was never to be an issue, they accepted it. We said we understood them being upset, but had been dating two years and just felt like doing it. She came from modest means, her father a printer and mothers a housewife/babysitter. They did not have the money to pay for a wedding, so we gave them an out. The wedding and reception were small and probably not what her parents had pictured long ago for her special day, but they liked me and I was loaded.
We arrived in the hotel, unpacked and went to dinner upon our arrival, taking in the local flavor. It was told to us not to go far outside Negril, because tourists are easy prey. We stayed pretty close and had no issues. We went back to the hotel and got comfortable in our new silk His/Hers pajamas. She was stunning, and I was rock hard in anticipation with having sex again. Well, it didn?t go as anticipated. She was afraid of the pain, and as I prodded her to try, she started tearing up. I didn?t want her to be unhappy, so I backed off, and went down on her instead. She was relieved and promised more, but not tonight. She stroked me again and I spurted. It hit me like a whip across my face, and as Franni giggled at my heightened sexual state, she kept it aimed at my face. Another rope of semen lashed me on the nose and another on my lower chin and chest as the force of my spurting waned. She pumped it slowly now as I came down from my high, and she sat looking at my messy face. I instinctively licked my lips as I tasted my cum for the first time. She was shocked at my reaction to it as I cleaned off my lips with my own tongue. It didn?t taste bad, and she asked me had I ever tasted it before. I reddened a little at the question, her sensing the truth. I said I had tasted it before when I masturbated myself but just the clear fluid that comes out before orgasm. This was much thicker and saltier than the precum. She shook her head in disbelief and appeared kind of upset with me. I asked what was wrong and she said it seemed gay to do that. I told her it was instinctive and innocent. She wondered why I tasted my own cum before and I didn?t have an answer. She stared at me and wouldn?t remove her gaze, so I said I just wondered what it tasted like. She went to bed slightly upset with me, but I assumed she would get over it.
The next morning I woke up first and stiff with morning wood, so I took a piss, then slid under the cover and spread Franni?s leg and started licking her slit. She orgasmed and as I slid up she stroked me and again, she aimed at my face. It hit me lower so she raised her aim and pelted my face and nose first, then right on my mouth again. My mouth was open on the first spurt and went mostly in so I swallowed. The next two spurts were directly on my lips, and again I instinctively licked them. She looked at me bewildered and got up. She went to dress for the beach, leaving me cum covered and ashamed. I tried to go change as well, but she had the door locked. I had to wait until she finished dressing, then she opened the door, grabbed a towel, and left me abruptly. I quickly wiped off the cum, got my trunks on, and tried to follow her. I went outside in the bright sun, not able to see, and immediately went back in to get my sunglasses.
I went to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked on the beach by our hotel, the pool; the restaurants near there, but found nothing. I was starting to burn after an hour, so I went along the walkway in the town, hoping to run into her. It was shaded and offered some relief. I saw an open-air bar, and went in to get something to drink. I asked for a Budweiser, but he gave me a Red Stripe. I didn?t complain and sat there wondering where Franni went.
A black man named Cerme? sat next to me and started a conversation. He asked me where I was from and many details about me. I did the same and found out he was a motorcycle taxi driver. I really liked this guy; he was friendly and offered to help look for my Franni. I accepted and we got on the back of his MC (motorcycle) and off we went. He drove fast as I grabbed his waist tightly. He looked back at me and smiled, noticing my fear and strong grasp of his waist. He was about 6?2 and very thin. I could feel his taut stomach and held on tight as he whipped that MC in and out of traffic. He told me to see if I could find her in the crowd. I was having a problem seeing any detail travelling at this speed, but I tried anyway.
After a half hour or so he went up a rocky, steep road. I knew there was no way she could have wandered this far, but I waited to see where he took me. He meandered to a shanty, built of concrete walls and a tin roof. There were square shaped holes in the concrete with a piece of cloth over it, which was considered the Jamaican window. Absolutely no privacy was possible for anyone who lived there. I soon found out privacy and clothing were not a high priority here. Cerme? stopped, shut off the MC, and said come.
I followed him inside his primitive home, in a remote area, feeling extremely blessed I was an American citizen. Quite frankly, he had nothing. I acted non-chalant, but I was stunned at their degree of poverty. He obviously had electricity because he somehow had an old rusty fridge of cold beer, and gave me another Red Stripe and motioned me to follow. Having no money, doesn?t necessarily mean a lack of cold beer, even here in Jamaica! Plenty of my broke friends, always managed beer and cigarette money.
We walked a hundred yards or so to a scraggly beach, but it was his private beach. That was more beachfront than I owned, I thought to myself. He suddenly dropped his shorts, looking at me as he did it. I stared at him and then at his soft 9-inch cock that was shiny, uncut, and thick. I never have seen a cock that big or that black. Actually I?d never seen a black cock at all. I felt inadequate immediately and I didn?t take off my shorts as a result. His stomach rippled with muscle and was built like a swimmer, tall and lean, but cut. He said take them off, and we?d swim. I sheepishly nodded as my heart pounded, and dropped my trunks. He watched me, grinned a slight grin, and then, without a second thought went in the water. I felt more at ease now that he didn?t seem to judge my small size, and I went in as well.
We swam around for a bit then he made our way to a rock that protruded from the water. He climbed up on it and reached down to help me up. I got my foot hold and stepped up, and as I did his cock was close to my face and I just stared at it, probably too long. He saw me, and again smiled a crooked smile. I stepped over him and sat down next to him. It was weird being nude, especially with a complete stranger. We sat there a few minutes, basked in the sun and watched the surf roll in. I was burning again and I told him I had to go get out of the sun and go find my wife.
He nodded and we went back to his hut. He stopped me from dressing and went inside and came back with a crème that he told me to spread on my body. It was in a steel cup and looked like cooking lard but smelled like coconut. I asked if he wanted some and he nodded his assent and turned offering me his back. He wanted me to rub it on for him so I applied it as he wished. Since no one was watching, I didn?t feel funny about it. He slowly turned as I spread it on, finally facing me as I rubbed his chest. I rubbed his stomach and was staring at his enormous dick as I started getting hard as I spread it on him. I stopped when I realized this and got dressed. He put on his shorts and got on the MC again as we trekked back to the hotel. When we arrived, he shut off the MC and I walked into the hotel. I went to our room, but Franni was nowhere to be found. I asked him what I owed him and he said thirty dollars. I gave him twenty, because all I had was a Benjamin, and I said I owed him. He said OK he would be back tomorrow. I nodded my appreciation, and said I would come back to the bar I met him at. He said I better or he?d come looking for me. He laughed, but I would make sure I paid him in full before I left.
After he was gone, I went down to the hotel plaza and searched for Franni. I finally saw her at the pool, and was talking to a Jamaican who worked at the hotel. He was sitting next to her and they seemed very friendly. I made my way over there and when she noticed me, she sat up and he noticed as well. He turned and stood and offered his hand as she said, ?Jean- Francois this is Craig m husband.? We shook hands and I sat down facing Franni. She asked where I?d been all day, and I was wondering the same thing. I said, ?Looking for you all over Jamaica.? Jean-Francois asked where I had looked and I told him all over the city on a motorcycle taxi. He said his friend Cerme had one, to which I said, ?Cerme? is the guy that helped me look!? He grinned and nodded and said Cerme? was his good friend and winked at me. I laughed and was surprised at that fact. Franni said Jean-Francois was helping her look for me as well.
I found that hard to believe, since she had barged out earlier, pissed about my revelation about me licking my own cum. I still couldn?t believe she got pissed about it, since she had aimed my spewing cock at my own face as I came.
Franni then invited Jean-Francois and Cerme? to dinner that night, assuming he would be able to get a hold of Cerme? in time. He accepted and said they would both be there. He put his hand high on Franni?s thigh, and leaned over and kissed her on both cheeks. She smiled and blushed, and said thanks again and see you tonight! I told her she should have asked me first, because I had ?plans? for us tonight. She sighed and said ?Be glad I held my temper back when you walked up at all. I could have given you the same treatment as this morning, but chose not to for you?re sake. I?m still baffled why you ate your own cum?? She laughed at me as I stammered and failed to give her a satisfactory answer. She looked at me quizzically and shook her head again and went in the hotel. So here it is on our honeymoon and no sex yet. True, it had only been 1 day, but the whole reason for a honeymoon is to enjoy the first moments of marriage uninhibited.
I tried to think of a reason why I tasted my own cum during masturbation as I went back to the hotel, but I really couldn?t find legitimate one. I entered the hotel and Franni was getting in the shower. I sat on the bed and waited for her to finish. As she came out of the shower I said I was sorry for whatever made her mad, and she just sat silently brushing her hair, looking at me in the mirror. Franni then asked me if I was gay. I was stunned! ?No Franni, why would you say that? It was a natural reaction. I didn?t realize what I was doing when I licked my lips.?
She kept brushing her hair. She said no more about it, and I dropped it. We readied for dinner, and when I finished dressing, I went into main room of hotel suite and Franni was standing there in a white floral dress and stilettos that showed her sleek line. It was a short dress maybe 6 inches above the knee. Fuck she was hot! ?Franni, you are so beautiful!? She didn?t smile, but I could tell she loved the compliment. She seemed to relax a bit, as we left the room, to meet Cerme? and Jean-Francois. All I could think about was ending this dinner and getting my luscious wife back to our hotel room.
The hotel had a great restaurant, so we had decided to stay close so we could drink. As we were seated, the two men, approached, Jean-Francois wearing a multi-color tropical print shirt, and white Bermuda shorts, and Cerme? was wearing a black tropical print shirt and white Bermuda shorts as well. Franni was beaming as Jean-Francois again kissed on both cheeks and hugged her as if they were old friends. Cerme? shook my hand and kissed Franni as well, as I introduced them for the first time.
JF and Franni, continued talking like earlier, and Cerme? didn?t say much as the other two gabbed away. We kept drinking waiting for food, and I was really feeling the liquor, as was Franni, as she giggled at JF?s flirty touches and comments. Cerme? got up and motioned me to follow him, as we headed to the bar. He asked the bartender, obviously his friend, for something and the bartender left and returned with a metal tube. The tube was for a large cigar, and Cerme? put it in his pocket and walked toward the steps leading to the beach. When we found a spot we looked back and saw Franni and JF coming over to the foliage where we were standing. She didn?t even look at me while we gathered around Cerme?, who had opened the tube and pulled out a marijuana cigarette.
I had never smoked reefer before, and didn?t think Franni had either, but we went along with it as Cerme? lit it and passed it to me. I sucked on it, and Cerme? grabbed my wrist, and pulled it away from my lips. He took the joint from me, and demonstrated how to smoke it. He told me I was using too much lip and would get the paper wet. I tried again and looked at Franni as I started coughing heavily. JF and Cerme? laughed at me and slapped me on the back as I was doubled over trying to catch some air. That shit was harsh on my lungs. They two black men smoked like old pros as me and Franni struggled through it. Then the excellent feeling rushed through me, as I gathered this euphoric feeling and a smile emerged on my face and the others as well. Wow, getting high was cooooooool!!!
We went back to the table as our waiter served our dinners. I absolutely devoured my plate, as the mood had really changed. My thoughts were drifting, thinking strange things and not realizing JF was talking to me. Franni giggled that I was totally stoned.
I was.
JF told me he wanted to take a walk and Franni popped up and volunteered to go. I said go ahead, and Cerme? and I stayed seated and kept drinking Red Stripes. They meandered away, as Cerme? and I were just looking at the sunset, sitting quietly listening to the music and conversation in the open-air restaurant. Cerme? said ?Come with me, we go get a drink at bar.? I got up and followed as he passed the restaurant bar and we went to the bar I met him at. I asked him what about my wife and JF and he said JF would know where we were.
When we got there, he got two beers and walked to the beach again, to a grass type umbrella that leaned and Cerme? sat in the only lounge under it. I sat on the end of the lounge, as he leaned on the backrest, with his legs slightly open. It was kind of awkward, because people were near, (100ft away), but there line of sight was obscured by the umbrella. Sitting between his spread legs made it look questionable, and my eyes kept drifting to the large lump in his shorts. He lit another doobie and passed it to me. This time it wasn?t as bad, and I didn?t cough. We smoked the joint, and he sat quietly looking at me. I couldn?t figure him out. He stared at me a lot, but never made me uncomfortable.
He smoked the joint until it was so small, that he couldn?t hold it without burning his fingers. He threw it in the sand and stood up and undressed again and said he wanted to swim. I looked around to see if anyone else seen him nude, but in the failing light, it was hard to see. I followed his lead, as I disrobed and went in the water. It was chilling as I entered, and my high kind of abated. We swam around and waded for 10 minutes or so, and then he told me we were done swimming. He walked back to the lounge and sat nude to drip dry. I sat at the end of the chaise lounge again at his feet between his slightly spread legs. He lit a cigarette and offered me one. I said no, as he lit his and reclined, taking a deep drag on the smoke. I tried to keep from looking at his cock but it was hard not to. I wanted to take a closer look at it, because I was simply amazed by it?s size and it?s long skin covering it.
Then in a split second it happened!
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I had earlier gotten the feeling he liked me, but I never thought this would happen. I looked at him quizzically, and he looked down at his cock and placed my hand on it. I pulled my hand away and bit my lip as my heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was losing my breath. My cock stiffened, and being attracted to him was real. I guess I had been hiding my inner feeling toward him. He said it?s ok, and took my hand again and placed it on his black phallus. This time I didn?t pull away, and instead grabbed the thick sausage and slightly squeezed it and felt it?s girth. It was amazing! I pulled the hardening cock a little as I looked at him. He sat looking at me, as I played with his manhood. I felt his testicles and leaned down to get a closer look. This time I turned so I could touch it with my other hand. As I lifted his big balls in one hand, I slid my hand up and down, jacking him off slowly. My face was only a foot from his cock, as I slid back his foreskin, unveiling the head. It was greasy, and smelled strong, musky, and was covered with a white crème. I looked up at him, as he put his hand behind my head, nudging me forward. I obeyed as I stuck out my tongue and licked his cock head.
I couldn?t believe I was doing this! What had come over me? Was I a gay cocksucker? I knew that I wanted to suck his cock. He pulled my head, demanding more effort, as I opened my mouth, and for the first time in my life, started sucking his cock. I worked it deeper in my mouth as I tried to please him. I massaged his balls and licked and suckled his shaft, tasting the pungent crème, coating this massive dick. It had grown to 13 inches and taking it all in was never going to happen. It was too big! I did the best I could, and as I looked up at him, he ran his finger through my hair, enjoying my efforts. I stroked his cock, squeezing it as I went up and down, which caused his dripping shaft to bead up and then drip precum. I looked at it, then up at Cerme?, as I licked his precum off the tip. I stared into his eyes as my lust grew for him. I wanted him to know I was enjoying my role, and I would be willing to be his again.
?Craig! What the fuck?! Why?? Franni screamed!
Franni and Jean-Francois had walked up on us, and in my cock hungry intoxication, didn?t even see them coming.
Fuck! I'm screwed! She?s going to think I?m gay!
Cerme? sat there quietly as my face was spit covered from the blowjob I was performing. I looked at her stunned, holding Cerme?s stiff cock in my hand. She stomped away, as JF went with her, leaving me forlorn between this black Jamaican?s thighs. Cerme? wasn?t worried at the happenings around him, as he nudged me back down on his cock. I fought his demands but he wasn?t letting my head go. Pulling me toward his cock again, he slid back his foreskin and slapped my face with his cock, humiliating me, showing his indifference to my current problem with Franni. He then pushed down my head on his cock and said, ?Finish me.? I relented and did as he ordered, only so I could get to Franni and explain. He was controlling the pace and depth to which I plunged down on his shaft, gagging me repeatedly as I pushed away with my hands on his thighs, just enough to keep breathing.
Cerme? personality had definitely changed to an aggressive lover. He wasn?t merciful with his cock?s assault of my throat. This mild mannered Jamaican Adonis became a dominating master of my actions! He grabbed my hair in a tight fist and force fucked my face! I had one hand on his six-pack abs, and the other around his cock to limit the damage he was doing to me. I stroked his cock, in hopes of finishing him off. He grunted and I knew it was time! He let go of my shock of hair. He arched his back as I pumped his black cock, pumping his spurting seed directly in my face, lips. mouth and hair! He kept erupting as I licked and swallowed what was on my lips and caught yet another rope in my throat as I attempted to breathe. I was covered in his cum and he breathed heavily in his post-coital bliss. I was breathing heavily too, as he fed me his cum, wiping it off my face with his cock. I licked him clean and realized I came all over my legs and the chair during this episode.
I put my clothes on and said we had to get back. He nodded and stood to dress as I walked away. I walked to the ocean and cleaned my face, and went back to the hotel. Franni wasn?t in the room when I got there and I prayed this would somehow blow over. She was with JF, but where, I had no idea. Cerme? would know. I asked him where JF lived and he said in Negril city. I asked him if he would take me and he nodded yes and we jumped on his motorcycle, and off we went. I was sitting close up behind him, as my arms were wrapped around his waist. He drove us through the town toward Negril, as my fears were starting to mount. I laid my head on his back and wept, knowing that I had done serious damage to my marriage. I am a father to be, and here I am sucking another man?s dick, and getting caught literally with his cock in my mouth!
Cerme? patted my clasped hands with his left hand as he drove the motorcycle with his right. ?It will be ok, you will see.? He tried to reassure me. I liked the empathy he was showing me, but he showed me none earlier, when she caught me rimming him. But, I needed what I could get now, as tears streamed down my cheeks, getting his shirt wet. When we got to JF?s house, it was obvious he had more money than most Jamaicans. Jean-Francois?s stucco house, sat in the middle of a walled estate. It wasn?t a mansion, but was about 3500 sq. ft. with tropical plants around the perimeter and lights accentuating his landscaping. We went through the keyed gate, Cerme? had a key for and went inside the house. Jean-Francois was nowhere to be found as we entered the home. Cerme? looked around, but found nothing. With the light?s being on, it looked as if someone was there. Cerme? motioned me to the back door, and I saw JF was in the pool betweens Franni?s legs. Her top was off and JF was sucking her nipples as her head was thrown back as she sat on the pool?s edge. I went to open the door, but Cerme? stopped me and wouldn?t allow me to go further. He looked at me sternly, letting me know I wasn?t allowed to interfere.
I wanted so bad to interrupt them, but after her seeing me with Cerme?, I couldn?t come up with a reason for her not to cheat as well. I stood looking through the glass, with a stiff cock, while another man was taking my wife for the first time as a married woman. I wanted it to be me, but I felt like I nullified the right to her body. I was so ashamed and excited, at the same time, watching Jean-Francois seduce my wife, in the place that was supposed to be reserved for me. I came back to my senses as they got out of the pool, and came toward the back door. Cerme? opened the door for them as I got a look at Jean-Francois?s horse cock. Franni, in bikini bottoms only, led him into the house, holding his cock as she looked daggers through me. I said I was so sorry, as she passed me, but she only looked away with a sneer, and walked toward JF?s bedroom. I tried to follow, but Cerme? grabbed my shoulder, restraining me from stopping the inevitable.
I was filled with dread as my stomach flipped in fear and regret.
?Franni, please don?t?!. You?re pregnant! Please?? I begged.
She stopped dead in her tracks, spun around quickly and said, ? You have got to be kidding me? You suck a man?s cock and expect me to save us? I don?t think there is an ?us? Craig! You have betrayed our baby and me! Fuck off!? She spun back around to Jean-Francois and asked him, ?Take me to your room?? He looked at me and smiled a gold-toothed grin, and said ?It would be my pleasure!?
With that, they walked away nude, Franni?s hand attached to Jean-Francois?s cock like a third leg. The door shut behind them, as Cerme? led me to the couch. I sat, as he went and made us a drink. It was Wray & Nephew Rum on the rock?s, which I guzzled down. Cerme? sat next to me and started trying to console me. He said, ?Craig, let her do this. It will give her some sort of payment for your actions. She needs revenge right now, and begging won?t do nothing but piss her off more than she already is. She will calm down, but it will take time. Relax.?
?Cerme?, I haven?t had sex with her since we were married! I wanted to be the first and last man she was ever with! I am losing the right to both in two fucking days!?
He shrugged his shoulders and looked at me and said, ?You could have said no when I fed you my cock. You never said anything, so I really question your sincerity.? My jaw dropped open in disbelief. ?I was high and not thinking clearly, or I would have never done that! I?m not gay! It was a mistake I will regret for the rest of my life?, I said tearing up again, as my marriage was flying away, just out of my reach. Cerme? put his arm around me and pulled me to him as I laid my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my arm as I wiped the tears from my face.
I needed consoling and it was helping a little bit. As my head lay on his chest, and his right arm around me, I noticed his other hand was full of his own cock, slowly massaging his penis through his pants. I watched as he seemed to be growing, increasing my breathing again. I turned my head to look up at him, when he said, ?Hey Mon! When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.? I kept looking at him as my desire was again growing.
It was strange to have these feelings in the midst of what just transpired. Franni was twenty feet away, just on the other side of a wall, and I was set to risk everything on a lustful desire? I slid my hand slowly across his thigh until I felt his manhood. He moved his hand and told me to get his cock out. I looked at him again and consented to his wishes again. I didn?t want to be weak, but here I was again, not fighting my urges, as I unzipped his Bermudas and fished out his semen-encrusted cock. Cum had dried on his foreskin, and he then said, ? Go ahead Craig, suck that Jamaican black snake! Lick off the dry cum too.? I obeyed and quickly resumed the submissive position, as I sucked and licked his foreskin first then slid it back and attempted to clean the cheese that had formed. I was lost in my own pleasure again, not thinking of the ramifications of getting caught again at the end of Cerme?s cock by Franni.
I moved down into the submissive position between my new master?s legs as I really got into this blowjob unlike the first. I wanted it more and more, as I tried to deep-throat him, relaxing my throat in an effort to swallow the shaft. It was just to long and thick, but I still loved this new talent of mine. Cerme? was talking to me the whole time, telling me how much I loved his cock and would be his little bitch from now on. I moaned my approval as I was prepared to obey him and his demands as long as I was in Jamaica. He said repeatedly, ?Ohh yeah, suck that Jamaican cock! Suck it! Oooohhh yes Craig, you are mine from now on! Get used to this because I will be feeding you a lot of this Jamaican cock!? He worked himself up into a frenzy until I sensed his pending explosion. He quickly stood up and yanked his cock away from me, and jacked off as he held my face upturned. His balls were dancing across my tongue and nose, as his hair on his balls tickled my face. He kept a strong grip on a tuft of my hair as he aimed his cockhead square into my face! It was like looking down the barrel of a cannon, as he suddenly erupted!
Sperm squirted directly in my eye, as he coated both, lacing my face with another viscous load of cum. I now knew what a facial meant, as I was living this reality. He squeezed the remaining drops onto my lips as I licked instinctively to clear them.
I then heard Franni moaning through the closed door as Jean-Francois loudly said,
?CERME? MON, DIS?BITCH IS STILL A VIRGIN,!!!! A FUCKING VIRGIN! OH MON, I DON?T BELIEVE IT!!!? I looked at Cerme? with furrowed cum filled eyes, as he pushed me away, and sounded like he walked to the room. My assumption was proved correct when I heard the bedroom door open. I felt my way to the kitchen sink and cleaned my burning eyes and face, in an attempt to see what J-F was talking about. Finally, mostly clean of cum, I went to the open door and entered, seeing Franni lying on her back, eyes closed, in a high-drunken state, and Jean-Francois looking at her open flared pussy, which he kept open with his fingers. You could see the hymen, which had a hole in it, but had never been fully breached.
I had never broke through! She had never allowed me in. My sperm just swam through the hole in the hymen and impregnated her. Unbelievable I thought to myself.
Jean-Francois said, ?Craig Mon, you either have a very small dick or great swimmers Mon.? I mumbled something incoherent as Jean-Francois looked at me with a big grin. ?I will take care of this precious flower for you Mon. Sit back and see!? I cringed with jealousy as he lined up for the initial entry. He motioned me over and said to lick her pussy and get it ready. I quickly accepted this as some sort of concession, thinking it?s better than nothing. She moaned her approval as I licked her moistening slit. My saliva was not needed for lubrication, because Franni was providing all the juice needed for this inevitable mating. As I pulled back to watch Jean-Francois said, ?Me too Craig, as I looked up at him, then down to the eye level black horse cock he possessed. I had apprehension at doing this next to Franni, but, I consented anyway, and began licking his shaft, transferring saliva onto the black glistening weapon. His cock was getting harder and the veins were very pronounced as it bobbed up and down slightly with every heartbeat. You could see the veins swell and contract with each pump of his heart. I was lost in a lustful funk, realizing I was glad I was here. I was meant for this.
Jean-Francois nudged me backward as he was primed and ready. I sat close watching as Cerme? came up behind me and told me to lie on my belly next to Franni. I did as I was told, as I watched Jean-Francois start his descent into my wife untapped womb. Cerme? lubed my asshole as I knew this would eventually be expected. I knew Cerme? was gay now. He had no desire for Franni. He spit in my ass crack and rubbed it into my brown flower. Meanwhile as Cerme? pressed my defloration, Franni reacted sharply as JF applied pressure on her intact hymeneal tissue. I rubbed her head, as she turned slightly looking at me. I told her I loved her. She finished by saying I love you too. I took solace in the fact she had somewhat forgiven me, relieving some of my stress. I truly did love her and had no idea how I would undo the damage I caused.
She looked at Cerme? with his cock at my anal threshold, and closed her eyes again. I?m not sure what she was thinking, but I never felt so ashamed. Reality set in as Cerme? slid into me as I leaned over and kissed Franni. Simultaneously, Jean-Francois broke through her hymen. She squealed in our enclosed mouths and started crying. I did as well, when behind me Cerme? had plunged into my rectal depths without letting me adjust to his size. It burned like a hot poker, as he held himself completely impaled in me, as his nuts rested themselves on my own. I coughed and convulsed as I pushed back at him to pull out, needing relief on my asshole. He did not comply with my wishes as he lay down on top of me and whispered in my ear, ?OH, Craig, my cock is so fucking deep! You will learn to love this. I will make you my own.? He kissed the back of my neck, which gave me full body goose bumps, as a shuddering travelled through my body. He pulled back slowly and plunged again, repeating it over and over, as my anal canal conformed to my new master wishes.
Meanwhile Franni was in and out of consciousness as we were both being plowed as virgin meat. Jean-Francois was slow and gentle with her as she started a series of orgasms that made her arch her back and pull him as deep as physically possible by grabbing his muscular ass cheeks and holding him close. I looked over at her, wondering if she was in pain, but she had forgotten me, as Jean-Francois?s cock was casting a spell over her, to which she would never escape.
Cerme? was now exerting his complete dominance over me, by asking me what I wanted, as he pulled back until his cock tip was barely kissing my asshole. I begged him to reenter me because I felt empty now, and my ass was molded for his uncut cock. He didn?t move until I begged him again, to which he said,? What do you say to your master?? ?PLEASE MASTER FUCK MY ASS, PLEASE?? He did as I had begged him to do, and plunged fully in, and back out, and then in again. I started cumming a third time that night, never touching my cock! Cerme? warned me of his coming orgasm and told Franni that he was going to cum inside me at the same time Jean-Francois cums inside of her.
He looked at Jean-Francois as they prepared for the simultaneous insemination, timing their thrust until they both plunged as deep as possible and emptied their balls in me and my wife. Semen quickly filled the limited void in my rectum, forcing it?s way out around Cerme?s tumescent cock. Hot boiling semen made it way down my perineum and got matted by my hair surrounding my balls. One foot over, to my right, Franni was running through a series of orgasms as Jean-Francois fucked her virgin slit slowly still as his cum and her blood mingled into a pink froth. He extracted his softening penis slowly, easing out of Franni?s stretched slit. Cerme? also pulled out of me as his cock, 3 orgasms later, finally looked as if it might stay dormant. I rolled over to cuddle with Franni, but she didn?t respond to my touch. JF told me to help clean her as he pointed to her raped slit. I slid down and opened her vulva, which was red and distended and oozing with coital remains. I eagerly licked her, cleaning and grooming my bride?s punished pussy, hoping she would appreciate my efforts. A distinct metallic taste dominated my oral prize, as I licked persistently into my love, as a mother would do when cleaning her young.
Cerme? was talking to JF quietly, and when their conversation was finished, Cerme? motioned for me to dress and follow him. I complied with his order, and he ended up taking us back to the hotel. Franni stayed with Jean-Francois that night and Cerme? stayed in our room, fucking me 4 more times over the next 12 hours. We met up with Franni and JF at the restaurant the next morning, and I was glad to see Franni. She looked stunned and was quiet, as we ate from the buffet. The two men said their goodbyes and left for their jobs, while we went up to the hotel room. Franni was eerily quiet, as she lay down on the bed. I went to her and asked if she was ok. She nodded and said she was sorry for cheating on me, but was so mad at me for my cheating with Cerme? that all sound reason left her. I begged her to forgive me as well, which she said he did. I wasn?t sure how this would play out but we had 5 more days here and I told her of Cerme?s demands regarding the rest of our honeymoon. She said JF told her the same thing. I asked what she wanted to do, and she said she would like more time with JF, so it pretty much determined my fate. She said I would be fine, and saw how much I liked being with him. This was strange and new and I still preferred woman, but my choices were to stay in Jamaica with Cerme? or leave Franni and go home alone. I chose to stay with my wife, which meant she would be with JF the rest of our honeymoon and I with Cerme?. I asked her if we could make love and she promised me we would, later.
Fuck! I was devastated, but didn?t let on to my disappointment. That would have developed into another confrontation. I took Cerme? advice and let her be. She was sore, and so was I, but I wanted her pussy bad. She said she wanted to let her body to rest. I asked if I could at least lick her which she nodded her assent. I went down and ate her out, licking JF cum out that was the remnant of the mornings coupling. She orgasmed to my ministrations and then rolled into the covers and slept away the day.
The rest of our vacation was what we expected. I got to see her daily when they would go to work, and cleaning her slit became my duty. She wasn?t really interested in me sexually, but welcomed my support by my busy tongue. She said it felt good after a night of sex with JF.
We finally left Jamaica, Franni glowing in sexual satisfaction, and me with a nasty hemorrhoid. Getting back to our life in Illinois was difficult. Having been able to explore sex uninhibitedly left us both yearning for more. But that would have to wait until she delivered. Yes, I finally bedded my bride upon returning home. It was no problem now that JF had plowed the road for me. But she still preferred my mouth to my dick.
8 months later, at the hospital Franni was in the stirrups and I was at her side, when she delivered. We were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. As the nurse handed him to her and I, the smiles vanished from our faces as a thick afro and black skin, dominated the features of our son. The nurses looked at me as my stomach flipped, and shame coursed through me like poison. Franni grabbed my hand and said, ?Craig I?m so sorry. I have no idea how this happened.?
I sat there thinking of ways to tell our parents about our black child. I came up with nothing, except to tell them the truth.
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