Cynthia knew that his eyes were on her, even as she chatted with others in the group who had signed up for a day on the pristine beach that was one of many in this part of Kenya’s renowned coastal region.
She remembered the sandy stretches only too well from her days of living on the outskirts of Nairobi and when her husband had worked for an educational establishment. Such work often took him away, for a day or two at a time, and when he supervised the administration of other schools in the district. It was all part of the job that he, as an ‘ex-pat’, was once allowed to pursue.
For her part, she did what she could to support Jeffrey in his work, to look after their two young children, and even if some thought her a haughty woman, at times, they both made friends easily. In the later years of their lives in Kenya, they had bought a property with some outbuildings and had set about creating a little oasis at the edge of the bush where people could spend a few days’ holiday and sample the delights of a wildlife safari. She had made money out of it and the work kept her occupied.
Others, not so adventurous or who had seen enough, could laze by the swimming pool that Jeffrey had scraped the money together to have local tradesmen build in a shorter time than many had believed possible.
The time came for Jeffrey to retire and they had resettled in England but had resolutely refused to allow the distance between where they now lived, and their ‘second home’, to keep them from staying in contact with those who had loyally served them over the years in Kenya and whom they counted on as friends.
“Is it not too hot for you, Thia?” she was asked as her group broke up and went out for a swim, she remained seated at the table that a conical roof, of palm tree fronds, shielded from the fierceness of the sun.
“No, I’m bearing up, Jaali,” she smiled and took him in with one glance of her eyes that were shielded by a large pair of sunglasses. She knew that he would not have seen her in such a dressed down way before, her soft pink halter neck bikini shaping her, the triangular cups holding the weight of her large breasts, and that she had been dismayed to see shaped her nipples when she stepped out of the sea and before she had covered herself in a floaty sundress. “I remember the days when we all came down here…swam and had a barbecue, that you helped to arrange and did so well.”
“With Cora you mean and when she looked after your kids?”
“Yes, those days, Jaali.”
She said it as she remembered his late wife, a bustling woman who was always dressed brightly and who had competed with her in running the house and holiday rooms, while Jaali did some chores, odd jobs for Jeffrey that he fitted in whenever his main work as a community administrator allowed. He now lived off his savings and whatever work that he could find, but he looked after himself and she still saw the strong man of years gone by. That he also had a roving eye, in her case, had not escaped her attention and she felt somewhat discomfited to realise that she was to be alone in the holiday complex that she and Jeffrey had built while, annoyingly, he was away on a hastily arranged safari.
Thia, for it, was the name Jaali always used for her and not ‘Misses Cynthia’ from before, watched him as he took a bottle of lemonade from the cool box he had brought, for them all, to go with their lunches and that those who now ran the holiday retreat, had prepared. His short-cropped hair, once so dark against his ebony skin, had turned white and she saw his chest hair too, through the button line of his polo shirt, large toed feet poking out from under his faded khaki-coloured cotton trousers. His deck shoes had been left in the minibus that he drove and was part of one of Jaali’s business ventures.
“I make a new life since she goes from me, Thia,” he said with a shrug and on looking her way with stilled, dark, eyes. “I always liked how you spoke to her whom I miss. But, I make a new life now that she has gone from me for good.”
“I’m sorry to mention her…” she answered gently sensing his loneliness.
“Do not be sorry but thank you for speaking about her. You only have me to talk to from those days now, and I get a chance to do that today.” He said it in his deep gravelly voice and on looking away. “The others are calling for you to go for a swim…”
“I’d better go, then.” She wondered again what he would make of her as she tugged away her beach dress.
“You stay beautiful, Thia, even as the years go by.” He said it as she stepped onto the hot sand. It provoked Thia to quicken her steps. “I can say that to you now!”
Jaali watched the beguiling white woman stride into the surf before she dove underneath the surface and rose close to where the others were bathing. Seeing her again a week ago, on her arrival with Jeffrey, had made him realize just how much he had missed the Englishwoman, she who was tall, slim but not skinny, with her lovely softly tanned complexion and skin, her greying hair like a crown and cut short and making her face all the better der to see. Yes, he hungered again for the woman seen swimming, a woman with long slender legs, firm thighs, and a narrow waist that flared at the hips, her bum shaped so wonderfully by her bikini briefs. And, he had always taken delight in seeing the sway of her fleshy tits and imagined their weight, took pleasure again, now, o seeing their sensuous droop. He’d wondered about her and seeing Thia in that bikini he no longer needed to reimagine how her nipples poked at the wet fabric, that they were big, long, and rounded. They seemed to be permanently erect, even as he had seen her bikini dry out in the heat of the day.
“I sure want you woman,” he murmured and felt the ache in his groin and the tightening in his sac. Hie prick needed a workout and he sure wanted it to be with her…while there was just the chance, now that her man was away for the night, maybe two.
He gathered up the debris of their lunches and stuffed the rubbish sacks he’d had the foresight to bring, thinking all the while of Thia and her tits; how he wanted to get those nipples in his mouth, to touch and squeeze them with his fingers, and then to explore and know of that haughty white woman’s body that belonged on someone much younger than Thia was known to be.
He stepped across the hot sand and felt the cool of the seawater as it lapped the shore. He clapped his hands and called out to them all, men and women in the group, all of them married and living in the half dozen lodges of the compound Thia and her man had built, out in the bush but not so far from where he had his place.
“We get ready to go now! The weather will be stormy tonight…so…so we go back before it comes!”
He ached for a quite different storm and with the woman that he saw waving to him as she began to stride through the water and back to the table the small group had been seated at.
From the way that Thia had looked at him, again, as she passed him and dried off, her breasts moving under that halter neck bikini top as she did that and then slipped on her beach dress, he knew that she was aware of his interest, of a longing for her, perhaps, that she now knew was not a secret to be kept from her any longer.
Ngono…he wanted to have sex with the woman who had become like a goddess to him and who he wanted to drain him of all that he had and that no one had tasted or felt in the time since his woman had gone.
Ngono…yes, he wanted to fuck the white woman and have her feel the meat of a different man from whatever Jeffrey brought to her. Thia would learn from him that he cared for her, but that ‘care’ would be so very different from all that had gone before.
The sight of the woman, in her wet bikini, had gotten into his blood and now, with the sight of thunder clouds bubbling up on the horizon, he knew that a tempestuous night might well await them. Her man, Jeffrey, was out in the Masai Mara, somewhere, and sampling the sights of the wild.
His woman would be alone in her lodge, and like the others, she would have to see out the unseasonal rainstorm that threatened to break before they got back. The rain would beat on the roof like a drumbeat and even he had felt a shiver of concern when some storms had been endured in the past as his woman had clung to him. He’d slipped her a length, that he knew that she loved as a means to distract her from all that went on beyond the window, so why not show concern for the woman whom he knew would not sit beside him as he drove the group back to their holiday compound? The two of them could keep their interest in each other to themselves, for now.
Perhaps, even for her, the realisation of what was happening between them had to be fully taken in.
♥
Cynthia listened to the drumming of the rain on her lodge’s roof. It sounded like someone dragging a heavy box down a flight of stairs as each wind gust caught the deluge. The wind soughed in the eaves and spattered the rain against the windows. Who would be out in this, she could only wonder, and Jeffrey came to mind as he took on a trip into the bush…without her and that had not been a part of their holiday plans. She had done enough of them to know that the novelty of it had worn a bit thin. She had lived in the country, after all, for some years and they had wanted to return to and catch up with those they knew and still lived close to the holiday complex they had put so much effort and a good part of their lives into.
She was relieved to have reached the decision not to accompany him as she listened to the sounds of the unseasonal tempest outside. Her mind was not truly settled, however.
Jaali had wished her a pleasant evening and she had suppressed her disappointment that they would not spend some time together with the others in the group who were chatty until the effects of a day spent on the beach took its toll. So, they braved the squalls and went to their lodges. She had to accept that the squalls might interfere with mobile phone networks and it would explain why Jeffrey had not called. He knew the country well, its quirky weather and so she chose not to fret about not knowing just where he had chosen to go with others on a short safari.
She made ready for the night washed her face and smoothed moisturiser onto her naked skin, the effects of a day out in the sun not to be seen. Sun block had saved her from that discomfort, but the sun and the fresh air had brought out the darker tones of her freckles, a dusting on her skin that was pronounced on her chest bone and breasts, less on her arms.
She studied her reflection in the mirror. That Jaali had given her the eye so overtly was something new! Crazy as it was to meet those looks had set her mind racing. Just what had he seen in her to arouse such appraising glances upon her? Could he possibly be attracted to the English woman he knew from some years ago, a woman left alone in her lodge for a couple of days and nights when she wasn’t out with the others?
She raised her arms above her head and stretched, saw how her tummy tightened and her ribcage showed, her hip bones, and how her breasts, with the faintest of outlines of her bikini bra, sagged. Jaali had seen her in those hours on the beach and she had felt the fluttery feelings in her tummy as she met his admiring looks and realised what could lay behind them.
A thin, almost diaphanous nightdress soon covered her naked figure, and revealed slender legs and arms, all of them soon hidden by a thin dressing gown. The rainstorm had chilled the air and her thoughts of Jaali, and the temperature in the room, made her nipples feel uncommonly hard against the fabric of her nightdress.
She could not put from her mind Jaali’s changed ways towards her. It was no mistake of hers to think that he had given her the eye on more occasions than she could ever recall, and she felt both dismay and a strange pleasure that wayward thoughts of him now brought upon her. She knew what lay behind them and his looks upon her ignited wayward imaginings of her ‘going’ with him; imaginings that she had never had for any local man, ruggedly attractive in his ways as Jaali certainly remained.
She had seen how agile he was, and attentive to their needs when they had spent the day at the beach, but she felt that he acted in this way mostly for her. His unwavering gaze at her, not what he had said, made clear the place she had suddenly taken in his thoughts while she was on holiday here, and reunited with so many that she and Jeffrey knew. However, tonight she was alone in the lodge and possessed by thoughts of him, the new fleshy delights that Jaali might introduce her to, were it ever to go so far.
Jaali’s mat of closely curled hair, once black, had gone white, save at the temples, and the two colours streaked his neatly trimmed goatee beard. Above that was a brilliant, white-toothed smile, so stark against his ebony skin, and she had seen white hair on his chest bone and his strong arms. His fingernails were stark against the dark skin of his capable hands.
She found herself thinking of him, of every detail, all of him, and the sight of his slacks getting wet as he stood in the surf calling to them to make ready to leave the beach before the storm had broken. The cut of his trousers left her with little to imagine about what was covered, the swell in his groin behind that zip. Those slacks seemed a size too small for what he was seemingly blessed with and must have pleased Cora, his woman, now gone.
“Stop it, woman,” she murmured as a book she had thought to continue reading was thrown aside on the sofa beside her. What passed for TV programmes, here, was of no interest to her.
She lay back and closed her eyes and let her hand drift as dissolute images of her with Jaali danced across the back of her eyelids. Would she go with him and betray Jeffrey, if the opportunity, or what lay behind Jaali’s looks upon her, were made real?
It…seemed impossible to even contemplate let alone to allow it to happen.
Her fingers pressed and slid over her shaven mound as the thin fabric of her nightdress brushed over her sex. Jaali’s look had revealed that the thought was very much on his mind, but she was not one to take the lead in what could so easily be just wayward imaginings on her part, and his actions those of a man who missed his woman.
She had never wondered about Jaali as a potential lover, but everything had changed and now, as she kept thinking about his ways, how Jaali had flirted, she had felt strangely flattered, even horny at the thought that he kept her in his mind and that the sight of her, after a long absence, had not lessened.
She was the tall, square-shouldered, busty, white woman in her figure-flattering bikini; she was the only woman on the beach as far as his eyes told her and a few words had confirmed. And she had wondered if his words and looks would have persuaded her to overcome any reserve and to let go.
Could she become a woman who would have sex with a well-endowed and lustful black man? He was no stranger to her, except in how he had behaved towards her/ To feel flattered was only a part of how she reacted to her thoughts of them doing it; the thought of sex with such a man was both hypnotic and powerful.
She got up from the sofa and her nightdress fell over her thighs. She would take her thoughts to bed. There would be no need for a mosquito net tonight and she left it hanging above the bed, still gathered in its pyramid shape. Things might be so different in the morning. A bedside lamp lit the room in its soft glow.
“What…who is it?” she called out in dismay.
Even above the noise of the rain, moderate now but unmistakable, she heard the tap of fingers on the glass of her bedroom window. It faded only to be repeated, but this time on the door of the bedroom that led out onto the narrow verandah where she and Jeffrey often sat and had breakfast on a fine morning.
“Thia?” she heard Jaali call, his deep voice unmistakable as he pressed his lips to the glass set into the door to prevent it from carrying and letting others know he was after her. “I come to be with you! I cannot stay away.”
“Jaali!” How crazy to think that her wayward imaginings were now to be made real if she let him come in. Quite a different storm would now be discovered and shared. “Wait a moment!”
She felt the fierce flare of yearning for another man; for a man so different from Jeffery and what she knew he would bring.
With trembling fingers, she unlocked the door and a gust of wind carried the man who possessed her thoughts into the room. She closed the door hurriedly sensing he was so close.
“I came to be here with you, woman!”
“I know…I know! I knew what you wanted from me when you looked at me today!”
Wild intuition provoked her to fall into his arms and to then meet the hungering kisses of his mouth to her lips, then to the swell of her breasts, his strong hands fiercely gripping her buttocks as she was pulled against him. Oblivious to his soaked clothes, she now felt only lust for the man she wanted to be possessed by.
“I need to know you…know all of you,” he kissed and with him, they tore away the other’s clothes. Naked, they fell upon each other in crazed moments of unbridled lust and depravity, Thia’s hands caressing and gripping his body as she gazed up at the darkened ceiling and felt his sucking caresses to the tumble of her breasts, the object of all his devoted attention to her. “You are so wonderful…they are so full and womanly…so wonderful to see and touch. I think of nothing else than to go with you.”
“Dry off first…dry off!” she gasped, her body wracked by both longing for him and dismay at what she now saw of him, the trembling jerk of his penis as he moved to embrace her again. She had to gather her wits and break free of his hold upon her.
A towel from the ensuite bathroom would do.
He had followed her and stood quite still as she rubbed the coarse fabric over his glistening skin. She shivered and breathed sharply on feeling the brush of his penis tip on her face as she bent to the task. She looked up at him, at a strong man who so evidently lusted after her. It made her feel weak and unable to ignore the cramps of longing in her belly, the first flush of moisture in her sex as she realized all that would follow, her body claimed by his penis, the like of which she had never seen before.
“Go slowly…give me time to learn of you.”
“I will do that for you, beautiful woman. Now we lie with each other,” he told her, and Cynthia was lifted into his arms and she was coaxed to wrap her legs around his hips, Jaali’s penis tip already brushing against her pussy’s lips. “You…you are my goddess now, and I will show you how it goes for me.”
“We will be together as never before,” she groaned against his lips as he kissed her hungrily. “I will allow you that!”
She felt weak from longing and the flare of desire, also fear of how her body would accept him. But, she surrendered to him and the moment. She knew that she would be taken by a man as never before, and Jaali would know a different mistress from the one he had worked for, in years gone by.
Jaali curled his long pink tongue around her perky nipples, lathering them with his saliva before sucking and pulling on them with his nimble lips. He devoted attention to each one, a hand clenching upon her free breast, massaging it and stroking it with his fingers as his mouth grazed over the other.
Cynthia felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she felt during the hours spent on the beach, may have accentuated the illicitness of the moment. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she still felt this was wrong.
But to feel him against her, to feel what Jaali did in these heated moments of seductive foreplay, she decided that she just didn’t care and wanted to live for the moment and to be taken lustfully until she was utterly spent.
Those thoughts, and Jaali’s body against hers, felt so good.
♥
She had time to delight in his body and to see how Jaali’s dark brown length of flesh hung low and heavy, the sight of her naked body, she knew, having a visible effect upon him. He worked his shaft as he stood naked before her, the woman he had once thought of as the boss’s wife, but now a woman that he ached to know of, and she so clearly wanted him.
Thia was heard to sigh deeply and he saw a determined look cross her slender face, a harder set of her lips, as she guided him to her bed and he fell back upon it. Her slender-fingered hands stroked his trembling black cock and then her moist lips and flickering tongue set about sucking and swirling around his length, before she drove his penis deep into her mouth, the rush of sensations brought on making him buck his hips off the bed.
“I…I didn’t think you would do that for me!” he called out, his hands in her hair pulling her down onto him.
She almost gagged and had to pull off him to regain her breath.
“I’m full of surprises, just as I realise, now, that you are in wanting me so badly.”
Thia stretched her jaw wide as Jaali filled her mouth once more. Her head began to bob, move up and down or she tugged on that length, forward and back, until that monstrously large domed tip brushed the back of her throat and she eased back as the head quickly nudged against her throat. In no time, they found a rhythm as her mouth, even her teeth, began to glide over him and soon covered that pole of dark flesh with her saliva. It glistened and Jaali looked on in wonder as the white woman took to him with surprising and consummate skill.
“You do it good!” he laughed in appreciation.
Cynthia gasped and sucked, her lips seen to glisten and her cheeks flushed as she revelled in the feel and taste of him in her eager mouth, how she worked it on him as her hands held his penis erect and trailed caresses over his nut sac and deeply veined shaft.
Jaali lay back and sighed with uncommon pleasure from what she did for him, on him, and with him. He trailed his fingers through her hair and would reach down, every so often, to fondle and grip those wonderful tits that didn’t belong on a woman so slender as she was. They looked so out of place on a woman so slender, but the sight of them had aroused unrequited imaginings, until now.
“You goddess!” he called out s her warm mouth brought on rushes of raging pleasure. He clenched his muscles to restrain the urge to let go. How could he have missed what burned in the woman, for so long, or was it because he wanted to fuck Thia, and she was alone here, that had brought the change in her?
Thia heard his sharp intakes of breath and they urged her on, her head bobbing back and forth, her hands rubbing up and down his length, faster and faster. She pulled him out and lashed him from the tip to his sac with her tongue before plunging upon him once more.
The moments being shared seemed endless and unbounded by any convention. They were racing towards experiences hitherto unknown, to peaks of unhindered lust that their words and actions had inflamed.
With a husky grunt, Jaali pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and dripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct, now, and became a lusty predator, pushing Thia down onto her back and pushing her legs apart before he knelt between them and gazed at her wonderfully pink folds, those vaginal lips parted and this white woman’s cunt inviting him to enter and to claim her deeply.
Thia realized from the look of his eyes upon her hat she had to brace herself for his taking of her body, the invasion of it by that long penis and its bulbous tip. Jaali handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit and they locked eyes as he leaned in and Thia gripped his forearms.
“Just fuck me now, Jaali!” Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough of resisting the temptation to be taken by the man. “Bring it to me and do it now!”
Without another word, Jaali steadied his shaft and then drove it into her with one steady thrust, the bulbous tip slipping past her pussy’s wet folds and he did not hold back, despite Thia’s fearful cries at what was now happening to her.
♥
Even as she coupled uninhibitedly with him, and her body was wracked by newly discovered pleasures aroused by how she was being taken by Jaali’s gorged manhood, she thought the act ragingly primeval.
She, a big-breasted woman with her nipples large and hard, as if she were a fertility goddess, was being lustfully and energetically claimed by a man with a thick and long penis, the domed tip sliding over her pussy’s walls and provoking rushes of sensations unlike any she had experienced before in a long and, she thought, now, active life which in her younger days could have been thought of as somewhat promiscuous.
Jeffrey had tamed the woman she had once been and now Jaali was reawakening her, coaxing that woman to abandon any remaining restraint she may have felt on succumbing to a man so different from her husband.
She couldn’t keep from panting with effort and all-consuming pleasure. Somehow, she had to keep up with him and share in the act. She had to try and keep Jaali from sucking and tugging on her nipples as he slammed against her and delighted in what her muscles and moist heat bestowed on him.
“Don’t suck my skin or you’ll mark me…it will show! You know that you’re having me…are with me as never before!” she yelped, desperately clinging to Jaali’s neck as he took his pleasure and the two of them pursued the consummation of what would once have been thought of as an unlikely and only too impetuous union.
Her slender body felt so full of him; it felt so full of that pole of dark-skinned flesh that provoked rills of pleasure to distract her from the gnawing of her conscience. She was only too aware of how her thighs ached from every effort to wrap his body with them and to control the rhythm of his thrusts into her, the dip of his hips, and the searing sensations that his presence in her body aroused.
He would fail in impregnating her, although she did not doubt that a man so well-endowed, obscenely so, and even at his age, would have found her. But, his seed would fall on barren ground. Her time for such a happening was long past and she would not have to contemplate any measures to prevent it from happening. He could fill her with all that his longing for her, and the waiting, had aroused.
Jaali kept taking her to unbearable heights of pleasure and wracked her body with his tamping and thrusting movements, her state of arousal making it easier for his penis to slide in and out of her body, but its length and girth made it difficult for her to clamp and tug on it as she wanted.
His penis tip teased apart her pussy’s lips still further as he dipped his hips and thrust into her deeply, confounding everything that had gone on before between them. His primal needs to copulate, and with her, reached a peak of prolonged pleasure and she responded in ways that now dismayed her for its ferocity.
What control he had and that she kept from saying, her hands clawing his back or gripping his buttocks as the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other reached them, the bed creaking demonically as the rain resumed to lash the lodge and renewed rolls of thunder boomed all around them.
“I could not stay at home but wanted to come back here and be with you. We make this our secret, beautiful Thia.”
“I know! It’s so crazy and unexpected…it’s so wonderful! I know…I know!”
For a few sizzling seconds, Cynthia lost herself to the heat of the moment. Everything about this man was strong: his lips, his arms, his hands, his chest…his desire. She was overwhelmed and she was barely keeping up. She fired her tongue past his broad lips into his mouth and lashed it around with his, sharing the sweet taste of saliva and, she now realised, the alcohol he had consumed. Just like her, had he failed to blot out the ache of desire for someone who at other times was off-limits, quite out of the routine that was their private lives away from each other.
Jaali paused in his tamping rhythm and gazed down at her, wanting to inhale the fragrance of her skin, to feel the warmth of her breasts on his face as he bent to press his lips to her breastbone. Cynthia felt her heart skip a beat as she realized again just how big and daunting her lover truly was, his movements a declaration of the raw emotion and power that he now felt and had her feeling that his penis was surging into her with every thrust, every rock and sway, every dip of his hips and then the moment’s hesitation, as he lingered before he withdrew and then thrust back in.
“You’ll break me!” she cried out, her body wracked by the onrush of an orgasm as his tamping rhythm responded to her insistent calls to him to continue.
“I will make you want more and more, lovely Thia,” he groaned through his efforts, her tugs on him bestowing the wildest of pleasures, the head of his staff nudging the very end of her love tunnel, as he thought of it. She was made to be fucked, with a body like hers, and he pursued his pleasure.
“I know that now!” she cried out again.
The husband of her former servant, so discreet in his dealings, had concealed the real man that lived under that ebony skin, what played out in that mind of his, under that greying scalp and expressed by sensuous lips and a penis that pistoned into her body, relentlessly.
“I hold it back for you,” he kissed, resting on his elbows and leaning in to slick her parted lips with his darting tongue. “I do not want this to end, lovely and passionate woman…Thia the temptress.”
“You came after me…not the other way around!” she cried out, gripping his slowly moving hips as she kissed his muscular chest. He played the role of lover wonderfully, was hung like a stallion, and had a body of toned ebony. Within it flared an unbridled passion and desire for her, a woman with a body that was the colour of porcelain against his dark and smooth skin.
He was so darned long and thick that she wondered how she would be taken, how he would fill the pussy of a white woman. But Jaali kept thrusting and easing, continued pushing more and more of his penis into her. Slowly, she started working him inch after inch into her pussy once more, moaning uncontrollably at his penetration, the intrusion of a monstrously endowed black man; a man who had hitherto been known to her outside of her bed and in a life that she alone controlled.
All of that was now gone.
♥
Their crotches met, his coarse pubic hair grazed her belly, as Jaali filled her completely, and lingered inside her, his penis pulsing and aching from her wrenching claims upon it, and he basked in the wonderful feeling of her moist warmth around him, her softness and moisture.
He then resumed his taking of her in slow dips of his hips, withdrawing almost his full length before he dipped and shoved back in, each movement sharper and more intense as the tempo increased and they coupled with raging abandon, Thia’s feet thrashing on the bed as she sought to buck her hips and keep him from dominating her.
She moaned through his kisses that sought to please and to silence her cries, to stifle her gasps and moans, as she felt tremors of pleasure wracking her body, their movements making her tits jerk, his mouth and then clamping hands reclaiming them. Jaali was putting all of his lustful energy into these plunging strokes, having her feel that he would lift her off the bed with each thrust.
“You’ll break me,” she called out and clung to him, put her arms around his neck, and breathed in his body odour that mingled with the smell of their coupling.
Jaali was a large man in every sense of the word, and she was experiencing him lustfully firsthand. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his body was working, now, to well-tuned perfection as he continued to find her with thrust after long thrust of his penis and he made real his hot lust for her. She dug her long fingers into the skin of his back, clamped his driving hips as best as she could and, as the tempo became unrelenting and her energy faded she slung to his neck and simply held on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched and she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it slipped in and out of her.
“Come on, come onto me Thia,” Jaali urged with a deep, raspy breath and knelt between her legs. She was lifted onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and she was made to ride him, clinging to his neck and feeling wrecked by the sensation of being possessed, by being impaled on his penis and Jaali gripping her buttocks as she was made rise and fall on him, his breaths hot on her throat and as she was crushed against him.
She exulted in her depravity and her breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, “Jaali…aah! I can’t…I can’t hold on for much longer!”
“I know beauty…I know.”
He loved the sight and touch of the woman, breathed in the warm scent on her throat, and felt her thin and sinewy arms embrace his neck as she clung to him. He was obsessed with claiming the English woman’s large-breasted body to a tumultuous end.
Roughly, he pulled out of her and coaxed Thia to turn. He now slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the firm flesh of her buttocks as he thrust into her once again. He dug his fingers into her slender hips and performed forward movements with impunity, swaying and stretching her pussy’s walls over and over again, gripping her breasts and crushing them.
“I get these special feelings only with you, Thia…only with you!”
“Ah! Ah!” Cynthia gasped, as her head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Jaali’s fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair and pulled back her head. In pure ecstasy, she lifted her unseeing eyes to the darkened ceiling as he took her to unvisited places of rough pleasure.
The ripe flesh on Thia’s bottom was glowing pink after not so long as it slapped against his crotch. He looked down, admiring the sight of his cock sliding into her compliant tenderness.
“Never before…never before like this” she gasped in response to all that he did and she felt. She listened to her snatched breathing and pounding heartbeat. Was she really supposed to be enjoying a wild rut with a local man and in the process betraying her husband of so many years? That thought, along with so many others, was ripped from her mind as she was moved, from position to position, upon the bed and at Jaali’s whim as their torrid coupling continued.
“Let me do something, will you?” she almost scolded, on halting breaths, because of her efforts to exert some control over what was happening, once more.
With Jaali on his back, she again grabbed that monstrous length of glistening flesh, wet with her juices, and sank onto him with a pleasurable shudder. She had never known of it in quite this demonic way. Her hands pressed against his chest as she began to ride him furiously, her hair falling across her face constantly and she, distractedly, brushing it away.
“We do it…and we bring this to an end!” she exhorted, beginning a wrenching rhythm that had her feeling that she was climbing the walls of pleasure with the man.
“You will remember this and what you did with me, Thia!” he called out to her even as Thia bucked her hips and tugged on him, sinking onto his hips in her efforts to match the primitive claims of this dark stallion who wanted to regain control of her, his rough hands continuing to offer sliding and tugging caresses to her swaying breasts until she leaned forward to kiss him.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Jaali…oh Jaali!” she cried out sharply each time he bucked his hips upward beneath her. The use of a coarse word was not a part of her everyday vocabulary but his ways had provoked her to use it. The refined woman was losing it with the man. “I…I thought I was ready for this by now!”
“I will make it so.”
Strong hands took hold of her at her waist and flipped her over, onto her back and he was above her and pulling on her legs until her ankles were draped over one shoulder, and he took her in this uncommon position, his hips slamming against her buttocks as he drilled into her deeply, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could. Their bodies ached, their skins glistened with sweat brought on by the clammy warmth in the room and from their efforts. Hands and fingers clenched skins, or in her case, the bed covers as she was taken in new and feral ways.
She strained to hold on and marvelled that Jaali had not cum, had not satisfied his lust for her by ejaculating in a final act of possessing her and becoming an equal.
“Ah! Oh God! Jaali!” Cynthia moaned aloud.
He responded with unintelligible grunts and groans and a rough grind of his hips as his penis stretched and plumbed, his hips rocking and swaying as if in a dance. Her belly muscles tightened painfully and she sucked her lips in abject pleasure, and dismay, for what he sensed was soon to happen.
She could no longer look him in the eyes and she closed out the sight of him as he pushed her legs off his shoulders and basked in the sensations that he brought with his deep and tamping thrusts. She scratched at his arms and his body, tugged on his hips, and pressed her fingernails into the base of his spine, caressing his taut buttocks as she felt him clench them to keep at bay his climax.
Finally, she succumbed.
“I have to let go!” she shrieked and shuddered uncontrollably
“Do that woman…I want that too and make it with you. Enjoy the moment, Thia…it is so special to me…to us!”
“Yes, I know that now!”
Her black lover had taken her there and, once more, she climaxed and her juices flowed freely over his penis, the bulbous tip gliding over her pussy’s walls with sensual ease. He had become a part of her and she could not truly feel how far into her body he had plumbed. She felt it in her belly and the accompanying sensations gripped her heart and throat, cramped her chest, and aroused an ache in her nipples, all of these sensations making it difficult to breathe.
Her climax coursed through her body like a river of warmth, accompanied by snaps of tingling pleasure and she succumbed to it all, allowing every one of these explicit sensations to take her away in a delirious mist of hitherto unknown sensations.
Hearing the lovely woman cry out was most satisfying but it flicked a switch in Jaali as well. The blood rushed to fill his swollen cock and every other muscle felt like they were about to be torn apart. With one last, stiff thrust, he threw his head back and groaned, the woman with her big tits, long legs, and clamping muscles had worked him to the end, emotionally and physically. He had wanted her, as never before, and to his surprise and sublime pleasure, she had not rejected his advances but had welcomed them.
His grasping hands, caresses, and fingering of her, then the wracking plunge of his prick into her moist heat had brought him to this moment. The big-breasted English woman was going to feel him flood her with his sperm and he would make her his woman of the moment.
“Huh-huh!” he gasped, arching his back as he looked up at the ceiling, lost in his pleasure. “Woman! How you take me there!”
Cynthia had never felt anything so all-encompassing before. Jaali’s wonderful cock was making her cum, again and again. She could feel it in the background… coming closer… sneaking up on her over and over again.
“Jaali…yes…yes!” she panted and wanted his tempestuous taking of her to endure but she knew that her body would finally let her down after all that had been discovered and then shared.
“Ohh yesss…Jaali yes! I’m going to cum…because of you!”
Jaali felt he could no longer hold back, Thia had held out, and for him, for so much longer than he had felt possible for a first time together, and her body, her wonderfully warm and slippery cunt was not used to what he brought to her. His late woman had been the same, at first, but Thia was milking him so darned well that he saw and felt the slick of perspiration on her skin. He heard her faltering breaths as she too was reaching the peak.
And then…and then…twisting and turning his hips as he plumbed her he felt his balls swell and he no longer wanted to hold back. He was going to give Thia, the English woman, all that he had and kept plunging into her to the full length of his penis until his hips crashed against hers.
He erupted. Searing pulses of release followed the first aching spurt of his orgasm. Bolt after clammy and burning bolt was expelled into her and they were met by a startled look, her dismay evident in Thia’s eyes as she felt how he had filled her.
“Yes…yes!” she screeched, clawing at his heaving body with her hands and wrapping her legs around his waist as she fucked him back. Her orgasms were so intense that they almost made her faint. Throwing her head back she howled like a wounded animal.
Jaali didn’t stop plugging her. The English woman had lost it and she did not stop him from erupting for one last time over her belly, to also splatter a copious wad of cum onto her breasts.
“See what you have done for me, woman?” he grinned, his teeth so white against his skin, his full lips now pulled thin as he grimaced in response to the wracking claims of pleasure, the heat and power of what had been shared with her.
Thia looked down and saw the bulbous tip of his penis. She breathed in his raw body odour and the pungent smell of his semen and her pussy’s juices as he withdrew from her.
She finally fell back on the bed and surrendered to the drugging waves of lethargy that now washed over her.
“After all of that, you should go,” she murmured as Jaali flopped down on the bed beside her. She turned to look his way and felt a questing hand offer a slow caress of gratitude to her belly, to her shaved mound, and then the prick of a finger into her.
“Taste what we have shared,” he said but she pushed his hand away. It was too much for her to succumb to.
She had been fucked a s never before, but she could not bring herself to share in any further moments or acts of intimacy that rightfully belonged to her life with Jeffrey. She had, she realized in a moment’s lucid awakening, pursued an African adventure quite her own and with a lustful man whom she knew.
She craved rest.
She knew that she had betrayed Jeffrey as never before and for the first time.
She also knew that the man lying beside her on the bed had made real his fantasy about taking a white woman; just as she had chosen to submit to an orgy of sex, complicated by her marital status and wayward imaginings about being taken by a monstrously well-endowed local man.
“I go now, Thia.”
He said it as Jaali rose to gaze down at her naked body. Jaali again pressed his lips to her breasts, took one of her still hard and erect nipples in his mouth and sucked, swirled his tongue over and around it, his lips barely able to cover the circle of wrinkled flesh that was her areola and from which a nipple poked out proud and inviting.
“Yes, you’d better. I do not want anyone to have the least of suspicions that you have been here with me.”
“But you will remember, won’t you? Perhaps, tomorrow, and if your man has not returned I may call on you again. You leave again, soon…and I will be left to remember you in a new way. I hope that you will do the same for me?”
Cynthia wondered if she would refuse him the opportunity to take her again if Jaali came calling. She could only take so much of what he had brought and what he had done with her as the rainstorm lashed the lodge.
An adventure was made up of many moments of pleasure and new experiences, and of both, she knew that she had yet to be satisfied that what they had found was now at an end.
With her body wrapped in her thin dressing gown, its silken belt cinched tight at her waist, she followed Jaali to the door through which he had gained entry.
No words were exchanged, just a moment’s parting kiss to the other’s cheeks. Cynthia then changed her mind on that.
“I’m sure you’ll know if my husband, Jeffrey, has returned from his safari…”
“Yes, lady, and if he hasn’t I will visit you because tonight has given me a taste of a passionate woman, and I have not had enough of her.”
She laughed softly as he was seen to take a bicycle that she now saw leaning against the back wall of the house. Jaali had arrived, unannounced. He would leave the same way, but his legacy was to be felt in her body and her aching limbs.
She knew that she would have him again if he came calling. She had been made to feel like a goddess upon whom a supplicant had come calling.
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