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I was chatting with a guy about this the other day; just thinking about it had me VERY aroused. As the memories came flooding back my arousal became overwhelming! In the end I wound up sitting on a toy and pleasuring myself (while chatting) until I had a nice orgasm. Then, as I sat there in a small puddle of cum, I started to put down what was best about it. Here is the story of Philepe.
(I don’t know if I spelled the name right but it’s close enough.)
St. Croix, US Virgin Islands.
While I was living there one of the things I did for extra cash – and some enjoyment – was to help crew a charter sailboat. The boat had just recently been put into service and there wasn’t a lot of business; I remember maybe one charter a month at the most. Most of the trips were with families however, there were some that were in the ‘erotic’ category. The boat was a 50 footer and slept 4 or 5; we were a crew of 3 and sometimes only two.
We had a captain, a few years older, a burned-out hippie girl who was only interested in her next fix and me. The girl shared most of my duties; cooking, cleaning, some entertainment and care of the passengers. ‘Passenger care’ took on many different meanings depending on the charter party. The captain didn’t care what happened as long as we kept it fairly clean and did our jobs. He also didn’t expect or demand much; be relatively sober some of the time and do some kind of work…above all, take care of the tourists.
On one particular trip things were a little different. We were doing a one-way run to Trinidad; our charter party was returning to the states from there. We had 2 weeks to hit a few islands (casually), let them sightsee and shop plus whatever else they wanted. We were loaded with their luggage and a little cargo being delivered to the island.
We were also charged with getting some work done, in a boatyard, while there. This was pre-arranged and we were told it would take a week or more to get it done. We would be able to live on the boat and would have free time to do whatever we wanted as long as we delivered the people and cargo with no problems.
It became a very leisurely trip hitting most of our regular stops plus a few new places.
Trinidad
We unloaded almost everything in Port of Spain then our final destination was (groan) a little bay, close to a river, on the other side of the island. That’s where the boat was going to be hauled and worked on…in the middle of nowhere! I seem to remember Manzanilla Bay or town? Something like that and we blew a full day getting there then, had to ride the anchor until morning because, (arriving off-shore after dark) we didn’t have any idea where to dock or where to go. The captain left us to mind the boat while he took the dinghy ashore.
The next day was a loss finding the yard and waiting for the boat to be hauled-out. We did have booze and beer, the yard had ice lemons and limes, there was a little store and the ‘hippie’ girl had pot; didn’t need much else except some food once in a while.
Late in the afternoon I found a Jeep taxi and went exploring. The captain was gone and the cook was sleeping it off.
A few hours and talking to the driver found me up the coast in a sleepy little place on the beach. There were some tourists there, a few bars almost empty along with rustic little hotels; it was the ‘off-season mon’, I was told. Everyone was pretty friendly, I found a place to crash for the night then got pleasantly pissed while roaming around. I found out that the beach was pretty nice and things livened up (just a little) during the day. I had not much at all, I was wearing a loose chemise top (very worn) bikini suit bottom, my flip flops and carrying my shoulder bag. I’d bought an extra t-shirt from a shop and some toiletries from a little store. I was set!
All I needed was a few tall drinks and a lounge chair to enjoy the evening near the beach. Once I had that I let the (few) vendors check me out and watched the touristas stroll around. Life was good!
(Not getting bored yet I hope?)
The next day I went back to check-in with the boat. The captain was in a local bar getting pretty well pissed and the hippie was at another place doing the same. I let them know where I’d probably be then went aboard the boat long enough to grab some extra cash and just a few more clothes…not much.
My goals were simple; some drinking and swimming then maybe trolling for some nice cock while relaxing in the shade.
I was checked-out by some tourists but nothing happened. About mid-afternoon I watched a younger black guy coming down the beach and stopping at everyone. He was selling some kind of a coconut drink, had a big open smile and seemed about my age or a little older. He had beautiful features, was that striking shiny deep black and something I noticed right away (as he got closer to me). His shorts had longer legs than I was use to seeing and there was a reason for that…there was cock hanging down his leg! This guy had a small crotch bulge because ‘it’ was making a ‘bulge’ down the inside of the one leg and that damned thing was at least halfway to his knee! I needed whatever he was selling and I needed it bad.
When he got to where I was sitting I was given a nice warm smile. He took the extra lounge I offered, sat down and made me a very good drink. It was (in the coconut shell) coconut milk, rum, lime and a little mango juice. I needed a nice cheap refreshing drink but I ‘wanted’ what he had between his legs. As I drank and we talked I was transfixed by what was in his shorts…it was so bad that he noticed my staring at it. That changed the conversation after a short while but, in a good way.
“Dat’s about 16 inches when it’s be hard and ready (as he ran his hand along the leg of his shorts) don’t know if just many white ass can handle all of dat.”
I asked him if any had lately…
“A few but no no no, not many; they look, like you is now, but when it come to havin’ it all they be yellin’ and screamin’ a lot when they gets a little over half of it in.”
We were having a nice frank conversation, I was enjoying it a lot. I was twitching all over, my mouth was dry and I was tingling just thinking about being filled and slowly fucked with his great cock. He was amused by my interest and warming up to me very well.
With a fresh drink I asked, “Is there a chance that I could try it, see if it fits?” Then added with a nice warm smile of my own, “If you can take your time and let me relax completely…I’d love to find out. I just adore big long black cocks.”
Once the rum started to kick in; along with the other drinks, I was becoming hornier as well as looser. In the end he went back to selling, I took a short nap in the shade. We had agreed to meet at a little bar after sundown and I had to find a taxi. There were 2 small towns a short ride away and this bitch had to find a chemist in a hurry!
The boat was going to be in the yard for over a week; I was going to have nothing but fun – if I could, for most of that time!
After spending part of the afternoon doing what I had to (and that seemed to take forever) I drifted over to the little bar he’d told me about. It was not a tourist bar, exactly the opposite. I was now surrounded by locals and some very hot black pussy; a few wanted to talk to me but I put them off with a smile explaining that I was waiting for a ‘friend’ to join me. I did buy the most insistent girl a drink so that she wouldn’t be too upset…she wasn’t.
When Philepe joined me we moved to a small table outside. Although the girls gave us some disappointed looks; the one I’d bought a drink for simply smiled. It was obvious that she knew what was going down. There was a nice warm breeze moving everything around, I was on my second drink and getting very mellow.
He was drinking only Coke as we chatted and got to know each other a little better.
I was consumed with nervous excited anticipation of what was going to happen. Kind of like a virgin bride on the wedding night; at times I was shaking so bad that I felt disoriented and had to think about what I was doing; just picking up my drink was a problem a few times.
A little later, as we walked down the dark lane to my little hotel, I was nicely felt up a little; mostly all over my ass. I was just wearing a loose t-shirt and a fresh bikini suit bottom to make everything as easy as possible for both of us. Being ‘me’ it was sort of nice in a way; everyone seemed to know him (small town) and had an idea of what was going to happen with ‘us’. Nothing rude but a lot of comments, some cat-calls and knowing looks followed us…I wiggled my ass a little more as we walked. My room opened right onto the narrow lane so getting past anyone at the desk wasn’t anything to think about.
I did close the door, didn’t lock it, but all of the windows were wide open so there was just a little dim light in the room. For what we were going to do we didn’t need no stinkin’ lights! Of course, for the next few hours, I became (as I would find out the next morning) the ‘entertainment’.
What began as nice slow foreplay quickly became very hot and heavy…very. Once I got my hands on that beautiful cock and, he slowly became semi-erect then, started working it with my one hand lips and mouth the true size was just amazing! There was no way he could really make it ‘stand-up’ but he did become nice and firm. Handling it and sucking it – getting my face fucked – really had me shaking like hell all over! I’d picked up 2 big tubes of KY Jell and was pretty sure I’d need a lot of it before too long; he was simply totally fucking amazing!
When we’d been talking I’d asked him just to please be patient with me. Now, in bed, he promised that he would do just that. Once I was penetrated he would take it nice and easy, find out how much I could take, fuck me nice and slow while letting me relax and, slowly, try to give me as much as possible while stretching me out inside.
Pretty much just re-arrange my interior anatomy.
We both had time; if it took several sessions, over a few days, I wanted as much as I could get and…he wanted to give it to me. I also warned him that I could become very loud during sex; the more I enjoyed it the louder I became. He seemed to like that.
At the head he was only about 1 ½ inches across so penetration (with a lot of lube) wasn’t too painful. After the initial finger-fucking he’d been pumping my cunt with 3 fingers anyway so I was very relaxed and anxious.
We started doggie style with him standing on the floor and me on all fours, he was a few inches taller so the position was about perfect. That’s about the time my gasping and moaning began; as he slowly buried himself in me it just felt wonderful and, I knew he wasn’t going to run out of cock. As he eased in deeper and deeper I pushed back while wiggling my ass a little to help; I also grabbed a pillow to bury my face in. That pillow came in handy sooner than I thought. As he voiced his approval over things and, kept filling me, I also worked my little ring of muscle around his meat until the obvious happened. In the middle of a long hard moan the pitch of my voice went up a few octaves as I began to squeal. He’d hit bottom at something like twelve inches. There was a lot more wiggling of my ass and his cock as he pulled back a little then pushed again; very, very slowly.
He got in a little deeper but not much; it felt like he was up in my stomach and that really felt good. I was, at that point, seeing spots exploding in my eyes, feeling a hell of a lot of pressure everywhere and packing for a long trip. I was overloaded with pure lust which was coming out as random sounds as he repeatedly hit bottom but not very hard. Every once in a while he’d stop there and push a little. Finally he said, “I think we jus’ stop here so it’s good.”
With that he pulled out, moved me into the missionary position then mounted me. Talk about your guts being sucked out! When he withdrew it felt like he was taking everything inside with him! There was a little more lube then another nice slow penetration of my cunt. Once he found out where ‘bottom’ was again he began another nice slow fucking. I locked my legs around him, just below his arms, and went along for the ride.
It was, at about this point, that all of my emotions maxed out and things became VERY loud! Philepe didn’t help a damned bit by urging me on as he enjoyed making his little bitch squeal and moan like a well trained soprano! The next half hour or so is totally lost to me; the next thing I remember is him hissing that he was getting close as hell then, a few more hard thrusts before he hit bottom again and blew!
Since I was clawing at him and couldn’t cover my mouth, he helped. Easing down he covered my mouth with his and gave me a nice deep soul kiss. I had to fight him off to get enough air!
It’s almost impossible to put into words how you feel during and after something like that. A friend of mine told me once (concerning erotic writing) that there are only so many ways to ‘insert tab A into slot B’. The problem with a general statement like that is that, while it is true, it also isn’t. It’s just too simplistic.
In a case like this the emotions come into play so much and, can be so overwhelming, that you just can’t find adjectives with enough strength to convey the true feelings; you become wrapped in them, penetrated and lanced by them as they carry you away. That was the ‘trip I was packing for.
You also don’t think about the bottom getting too overworked during sex, do you? They just lay there and take it. I can tell you that, after a session like that, I was completely worn out; like I was run over by a bus then through a wringer…with a fan attachment! When he pulled out and flopped beside me I was still trying to get my breath – forget having any kind of thoughts! I was tingling from head to toe, on fire all over and shaking like a leaf! The underlying feeling was just a mellow warm glow that consumed my entire body.
Of course my cunt was on fire and there was a dull uncomfortable feeling way up inside of my guts. Philepe groped, found my hand and held it while squeezing a little; I was told that I’d taken ‘most’ of his cock; he guessed that I’d taken 13 or 14 inches at least. The way he put it was that I’d ‘taken more than most’ he’d fucked.
I lay there glowing all over, with most of my insides rearranged, trying to get my breath back and had a great feeling of pride while oozing cum and lube.
It was still early so we went back to the beach with a bottle of rum, some cokes and ice. Yes, I was walking a little funny but it did feel good. This time he joined me in the drinking a little, teasing and just relaxing for a while. I’m a black cock slut so, after a while I got all mellow again and, while we played a little, horny.
There were almost no people out. After a while we wound up in the same lounger; I got his cock laying up against his belly (under his shirt) so that I could play a little and give him an occasional suck until someone got too close. He responded by getting semi-hard all over again; I responded by playing more until he was even harder. As he played with me I got an erection of my own and my cunt was aching for that cock! His finger fucking was driving me crazy anyway. Between his hand gently stroking my little hard cock and those magic fingers pumping me I was more than ready to take him again.
At one point he found my ‘G’ spot, curled his finger just right and started to rub – I coached him a little. Breathlessly I croaked that, “If you keep doing that…I’m gonna’ cum honey.”
He did and I did…god did I ever!
With all of the emotions trapped inside of me, as the orgasm built, I knew it was going to be a good one! When everything started to contract I buried my head in his shoulder, bit a wad of his shirt and let go of everything. It hit me like a bus; one great big wave of lust as my entire body stiffened and I went over the edge! I remember simply clawing at him while emptying every drop of semen into my bikini bottom (and his hand) then just slumping there like a panting, puffing wet rag.
I REALLY liked this guy!
Once I returned to earth and figured that I could stumble back to the motel he helped me get out of the lounge and on our way. Most of his ‘help’ was to slip his hand down the back of the bikini, shove 2 fingers up my dripping gaping rectum and move me along slowly. That must have been quite a sight.
Back in the room we spent quite a bit of time playing and relaxing a little before tearing up the bed again. This little bitch got another very good fucking, a nice long one before trying to take as much as I could again. If I was raw and sore the first time now, we’d gone way beyond that. When I did urge him to try and stretch me even more (he’d been giving me maybe 10 or 12 inches from the beginning) there was no question about it. I moved onto my back, got my legs up over his shoulders and wiggled as he penetrated a little deeper. I tried working my hips around, flexing my torso and anything else I could think of; he stayed right with me trying to find new territory with the head – gently – prodding a little here and there as I coached and got louder and louder. I wanted it all!
Although we tried a few different positions and, things became pretty loud for a while, I just couldn’t get more then 15 inches buried in my cunt. That seemed to be the limit. After about 2 hours we were both pretty well worn out. Philepe had spent the last half hour ‘edging’ with maybe 10 inches of that beautiful cock, with me on my belly; squealing like a bitch, moaning, gasping and at times just plain yelling my head off. It ended up being one great (and long) session of pure fucking that I loved.
My morning began by going out to find us some coffee then handling a lot of morning wood. On my search for coffee I was leaking enough that my bikini bottom became soaked in the crotch and I was walking ‘funny’…really walking funny. We only needed a little bit of lube that morning.
A week later, when I had to return to the boat, our parting was a pretty sad event. But, in spite of that, we’d both had a damned good week of pure hard sex. On the ride back to the boatyard I was a little sad, a little happy and glowing all over. I was also sore from end to end – inside and out. There was no hiding this from anyone. I joined the cook for a beer and she observed, “Damn, you must have had a good time…it looks like someone has a very sore ass.” There were no secrets between us, we both knew what went on and had even been fucked by the same guys on different charters. She was mostly a slut like me but not as into black cocks and definitely not very big ones anally. I told her a little of what happened; much to her amusement.
I never got the chance to visit Trinidad again.
Stevie
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