Jack and I recently returned from our Caribbean cruise, and I have to tell you about my day in Jamaica. We went on a seven-day cruise to Labadee, Grand Cayman, Jamaica, and Cozumel. We had a deluxe suite on the ship. Our ship docked in Jamaica from 9:00 AM to 7:00 PM on the fifth day of our cruise.
We started the day with a three-hour tour. A catamaran took us snorkeling, then to a beach. We drank a lot of rum punch. At the end of the tour, I used their small shower facility to rinse the salt off my body. My husband waited outside with my stuff. When I came out, he said he would head to the ship to shower. Feeling better after rinsing off, I told Jack I wanted to stay on the island and shop. He thought it was a great idea, and we parted.
Since I rinsed off in my bikini, I wore under my tan spaghetti-strap sundress that reached down to my ankles and wore my comfortable flat sandals.
While walking around town, a tall Jamaican guy approached me and offered me a taxi ride. I said no thanks, but he was very persistent. He told me that he would take me to a great shop just outside of town with a large selection of clothes, jewelry, souvenirs, and everything I could want for half the price of what I could get in town. And they have free drinks.
His spill sounded pretty tempting. I asked him how much the taxi ride would cost. He said I didn’t have to pay for the ride, but he would accept a tip if I enjoyed myself. It sounded better still, so I followed him to his car. I got in the passenger-side front seat, and we sped off.
While we were going along, he pointed out some of the sites. I happened to notice a joint sitting in the ashtray on the dashboard. I asked, “Is that what I think it is?”
He said, “Yes, mama. I don’t go anywhere without my stash. Would you like some?”
I was on vacation, so why not? He lit it, and we passed it back and forth. We were getting further out of town. Soon, we were on our way to the top of this mountain, and I could see the entire town of Montego Bay and the ship off in the distance. It was so pretty. Then it hit me. Holy shit, I was so fucking high! I didn’t smoke that much, but it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I started laughing for no reason. My taxi driver knew I was high as a kite, and he laughed along with me. Soon, he pulled up to this long wooden shack. Half of it was hanging over the cliff supported by wooden beams.
“Is this place safe?” I asked
He said, “Yes, mama, it is safe. You’ll see. Come, let’s go in.”
We walked in. There were all types of greetings coming my way. The first thing I saw was the bar. It wasn’t much of a bar, just an old door on top of two wooden sawhorses. On it were bottles of alcohol and plenty of plastic cups. Three Jamaican guys were seated on stools around it. There were adjoining rooms with all the items the driver told me about.
Caribbean music, “Hot, Hot, Hot,” played through the speakers hooked to the ceiling. The first thing I did was grab a free drink. I ordered a Zombie. Man, it was fucking potent! I spent much of my time in that old shack looking at all the souvenirs, t-shirts, and other stuff. I was so fucking high and buzzed I could barely see straight.
I finished my drink and wanted to pay for the things I picked out. The guy that collected my money made me another Zombie. He asked me to stay awhile, enjoy the music, and dance with him. I was having too much fun to say no. I took a gulp of my second Zombie and danced on the wooden floor with him.
Soon, he was pushing and rubbing his ass against mine, and I playfully pressed back. Harmless fun. Another guy got up to dance with me. This guy put his hands on my hips and pulled me against his crotch. Ooh, he had a big package! I could feel it rubbing against my crotch, and I ground against him. Harmless fun. Right?
Then he spun me around and started bumping his crotch against my ass like he was dry-humping me. I’m thinking it’s a party now. I lifted my arms high in the air, dancing and turning. His hands never left my waist as I turned.
We were face to face, and feeling in a teasing mood, I shimmied my tits in front of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. He moved closer and started rubbing them with his chest. I grabbed the back of his dreadlocks and pulled his face against my tits. His hands went straight to my tits, massaging them and forcing them harder against his face while the taxi driver and the other two guys watched.
The guy I was dancing with lowered the straps of my dress and pulled my bikini top below my tits, and went crazy on them, grabbing one, then the other, forcing them into his mouth as he sucked my nipples. It prompted two other guys and the taxi driver to come over and play. Before I knew it, I had hands all over my tits and a mouth on each nipple.
Things were heating up when one of them kissed me and shoved his tongue in my mouth. My hand moved to a crotch. I felt a big cock through his pants and gave it a squeeze.
Another hand tried to get between my legs from the back, but my long dress got in the way. One of the guys locked the door and put a “closed” sign in the window while the other three stripped me naked, and there was no part of me left unseen or untouched.
The Jamaican standing before me placed his hands on my bare shoulders and pushed downward. I knew what he wanted. At this point, it was what I hungered for. So, I looked into his eyes and slowly went to my knees.
My gaze went to the big bulge in his shorts. I tugged on the waistband, his shorts went down, and a big beautiful Jamaican cock popped out and wagged up and down in front of me like a heavy wooden bat. The girth of his mammoth cock would intimidate most women, but it excited me because the bigger they are, the better I like it.
I held the gorgeous black Python in my hand and kissed and licked up and down the smooth belly of his snake before stretching my lips around the bulbous cockhead and taking it into my mouth. My hands gripped his hips, and I went to work on his cock, taking it slow and deep. My eyes soon began to water, and I choked on his cock a couple of times in trying to take it down my throat.
I heard the other three talking back and forth in their native language. Then I heard belts loosen and the sound of zippers coming down. Then they all moved in around me, all with their dicks in their hands. They were all stroking and waiting for who would be next.
The taxi driver stood beside me, his pants down below his knees. He rubbed the head of his cock against my cheek, drawing a wet line along my jaw with the pre-cum that oozed from its meatus. One of the others rubbed his cock along my arm and shoulder.
I had never been as high as I was on that day. But after drinking a ton of rum earlier that morning, then smoking that Disneyland weed that took me on a merry-go-round of fun-filled emotions, and then two tall Zombies, I was out of my mind. All my focus was on the four hard, delicious cocks around me. My hunger for cock was at an all-time high, and I pulled back their foreskins and sucked them all, giving each guy about thirty seconds of pleasure before going to the next cock.
Oh, what a SLUT I was that day! Here I was, a married, white female tourist, on my knees, sucking four Jamaican cocks after telling my husband I was going shopping. If I wasn’t in an open-marriage arrangement with my husband, I might have been feeling guilty for my slutty behavior. Lucky for me, I have a husband who gets off on my adulterous adventures.
I was in a daze, drowning in lust, and cock was my aphrodisiac. One of the guys picked me up and cradled me, while another guy cleared the door they used as a bar and lay me upon it. The next thing I knew, one of the guys standing at the foot of the door had pulled my ass to the very edge and was slamming his cock in and out of my hot, juicy cunt, while bracing the backs of my ankles against his shoulders.
I watched my toes curling in the air and felt my tits rocking on my chest from the force of his pounding hips. I began to groan as I felt the full impact of his cock banging my cervix. Then I realized how big his cock was when I could take ten or more inches to reach that depth.
One of the other guys stood against the side of the door with his dick in my hungry mouth. I moaned and sucked hard on his dick while getting my brains fucked out. With the other three standing at both sides and above my head, I was able to suck all three while I was getting fucked.
I took hold of two cocks while concentrating better on the one in my mouth. That cock belonged to the taxi driver. Although I coughed and gagged a few times, I allowed him to force his thick cock down my throat. It is what I am all about. I have an oral fetish, I love sucking cock, and once I get going, I turn into a devouring, cock hungry slut.
The door that I was lying on got wobbly, so they had me back on my knees, sucking one cock after another. Each of them pulled at my head to get their cock in my mouth. They had me on my hands and knees while one knelt before me with his cock in my mouth and another kneeling behind me with his cock in my pussy.
The guy who was fucking me came inside my pussy. I could feel him pumping his warm cum inside me, and I squeezed my pussy around his throbbing cock and milked it dry.
“Okay, guys, this is the final suck-off. My jaws are getting tired, and I need you all to cum,” I said and spent the rest of the time stroking and sucking the other three guys who hadn’t cum yet.
One of the guys I was stroking made a noise like he was getting close. I prioritized his cock with my mouth and sucked and bobbed on his cock until he filled my mouth with several thick nasty globs of semen. I have a cum fetish. The nastier it is, the more I like it. I swallowed and kept sucking until I was sure his balls were empty.
The taxi driver patiently waited his turn to dump. When his turn came, he immediately stepped up to my face and tapped my lips with the tip of his cock. The last one continued stroking while he waited for me to finish the taxi driver.
As soon as the taxi driver fed me a mouthful of cum, the last one came to me and quickly shot his load after I started bobbing on him. I didn’t waste a drop of anyone’s semen.
I had no idea of how long I was there. And these guys didn’t care if I missed the ship. But after we dressed, I told the taxi driver to take me back to the ship. When he dropped me off at the dock, I tipped him twenty bucks. He said, after what happened, that was more than enough. It was a great day. I couldn’t wait to tell my husband about it.
