Chapter 1

I looked across the breakfast table with distaste to where Kenneth, my husband, was stuffing his face while reading the Wall Street Journal. “I don’t think he remembers that this is our first wedding anniversary,” I mused.

Kenneth’s phone chimed, indicating an incoming text message, and I looked up as he read the text. “Damn! Wendy, I have a problem. I must go away. An emergency has cropped up, and I must go immediately before the emergency becomes a disaster.”

“What about our wedding anniversary?” I asked.

“Oh! I forgot. I will make it up to you when I get back.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Probably a week. It could be ten days. I have an idea. Why don't you and your friend Joan take a mini vacation, go somewhere warm, and enjoy some sun and ocean. I will make all the arrangements for you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, I would. However, do not think that will earn your forgiveness for missing our anniversary. So far as arrangements leave those to me, I will make them.”

As soon as Kenneth left, I was browsing the web for a singles' resort I had once read about. The place was in Jamaica, and I found it very intriguing. Singles only, clothing optional, and situated right on the beach it sounded like the place for me. Visions of young muscular Jamaican males danced in my mind as I researched the site.

I was bored with Kenneth, and since I married him a year ago, I realized my mistake. I now realized he had married me to have a trophy wife he could drag around to events and conferences. I had married him to have financial security.

However, my secret fantasies all revolved around young muscular black males. I had had a few discrete affairs and found them much more satisfying than affairs I had had with white males.

Within hours of his departure, I booked my trip for a ten-day getaway at that resort.

The next day I landed at Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay. The resort had told me it would provide ground transportation to its location in Negril. I was delighted with the heat and the warm breeze as I entered the reception area. I looked around and saw an elderly Jamaican man holding a sign with the name of the resort, and I strolled over to him.

His smile as he saw me made my pussy tingle. He eyed me from the tip of my sandals to my face and asked, “And who might you be, pretty lady?”

I gave him my name, and he checked it off on a clipboard. “Wendy, I am Clarence, I will be your chauffeur, and we will be on our way as soon as the other couple who should have been on your plane gets here. You traveling alone?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Do not fret. A pretty lady like you will not be alone for long,” he said, undressing me with his eyes again.

I blushed when his eyes focused on my wedding ring as he smiled at me. I was sure that he realized why I was here alone.

“Your husband must be an idiot to let you travel here alone. It is a pity that I am getting too old. In the past, I would have found a way to be your tour guide for your whole stay.”

I got on my toes and gave him a hug. “Clarence, maybe we can find some moments when you and I could share some quality time.”

He gave my butt a squeeze and said, “Wendy, I would look forward to that. However, I am sure you will find some handsome young stud you would prefer to be with. Oh, look, I think those two walking towards us are my remaining passengers.”

I turned to see a couple walking towards us with a smile. While they were getting acquainted with Clarence, I excused myself, hurried to the ladies’ room, took care of nature’s needs, and removed the thong I had been wearing.

When I got back, Clarence escorted us to an SUV and installed the other couple in the back seat. He suggested I sit in front with him. As I climbed into the front seat with his help, I discretely rewarded him with a view of my thighs and handed him my used wadded-up thong.

He took the thong, and as he went around the vehicle to get on his side, I saw him bring the skimpy fabric to his nose and smell my aroma which brought a big smile to his face.

He climbed behind the steering wheel, and as he drove off, he turned his face towards me and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’ The drive took approximately seventy minutes along the coast road. Our fellow passengers were totally involved with each other. The giggling and moans from the back seat indicated they were not losing a minute before starting their fun and games.

Clarence kept looking at me from the corner of his eye, so I decided to start having fun early. I discretely unbuttoned the two top buttons of my blouse, which gave him a view of my tits, and tweaked my nipples until they were stiff and stood out. Squirming on my seat made my mini slide up my thighs, and turning sideways gave Clarence a view of my waxed pussy.

He grinned at me and lowered the zipper of his pants, and pulled out his cock. Eight inches of man meat were exposed to my lustful eyes, and I could not resist leaning over and wrapping my hand around his shaft.

He moaned and reluctantly removed my hand as he approached a service station. “Pit stop,” he announced. “I need to visit the facilities and get some gas. Do you folks need to visit the facilities?” he asked.

“We’re fine,” our fellow passengers announced.

“How about you, Wendy?”

“Sure. I will take the opportunity to go now.”

Clarence and I walked to the facilities which were behind the building. When we got to the men’s room, Clarence pulled me in and locked the door behind us. He reached for me, took me into his arms, and grabbed my butt under my mini. He caressed my butt cheeks before sliding his hand to toy with my pussy. His fingers parted my cunt lips and probed deep into my core. Then, withdrawing his fingers, he sat on the counter and spread my legs.

I felt his cock between my thighs; however, the angle was wrong. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me off the ground as he thrust his hips forward, impaling me on his stiff shaft. I was in heaven with his black cock pulsing in my dripping cunt as his fingers toyed with my clit.

I struggled not to scream with pleasure as he thrust into me deep and fast. My juices were flowing, and the throbbing of his shaft deliciously filling my core drove me closer and closer to my climax.

“Wendy, I am close to cumming. Where do you want mu cum?”

“Fill me up, Clarence, hose my filthy cunt with your seed.”

I felt his cock erupt in me, hosing my inner walls with stream after stream of hot cum and making me shudder and shake in my orgasm. We remained joined together for a few minutes while we both recovered. When Clarence finally pulled his cock out, I felt our juices flowing out of my now happy cunt.

He lowered me to the ground and, taking some moistened paper towels, wiped my pussy and thighs clean.

“Wendy, you are fantastic. I am sure you will make some men very happy at the resort.”

“Clarence, you’re no slouch yourself, and maybe we’ll have an opportunity to repeat this experience under more leisurely circumstances before I leave.”

“I’d really like that.”

We got out and got back into the SUV. Our traveling companions were oblivious to anything not taking place in the back seat.”

When we got to the resort, the young lady at the desk told me that my reserved suite would be unavailable due to some plumbing problems. However, they had upgraded me to a bungalow on the beach and asked if that would be all right.

“Does a bear shit in the woods,” I asked with a smile.

Once the signing-in formalities were over, she called a bell boy to carry my suitcase and escort me to my room.

I followed the young lad down a flagstone path that wound its way towards the beach through hibiscus hedges which gave off a wonderful smell mixed with the tang of the ocean breeze. It was delightful.

Seeing the bellboy’s tight ass and broad shoulders sparked a delightful feeling in my pussy. I was grateful that Clarence had taken the edge off my needs for the moment.

He led me to a beautiful bungalow scarcely fifty feet from the water’s edge. The bungalow’s interior consisted of a bedroom and a small sitting room with patio doors leading to a deck with a Jacuzzi. The area was surrounded by a hedge of hibiscuses, ensuring privacy. After tipping the young lad, I stripped naked and walked into the bathroom. All the latest amenities, including a bidet, were there, to my delight.

After a long shower to wash the trip off me, I rummaged in my suitcase to find my bikini. Pulling it out, I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I surveyed my long legs, nicely rounded tits, and tight ass, thinking, “Not bad for an old broad.” I had turned fifty last month and was proud of my body and appearance.

The bikini contained less material than you would find in a small handkerchief. Two small triangles covered my nipples, and another small triangle covered my pussy, the whole was held together by strings. Turning to look at the back view, my ass was fully revealed as only a string parted my ass cheeks.

This was a clothing-optional resort, but I always thought a bit of covering was more seductive than full nudity. So, I picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion and a towel, walked out, and went to the beach.

I saw some young men playing volleyball and set up my towel on a lounge chair where I could see them and where they could also see me. I lay down and reveled in the feel of the sun on my skin. While lathering my body in sunscreen, I decided to hell with it, removed the covering off the girls, and coated them. Tan lines would be kept to a minimum.

I noticed the young Jamaican volleyball players were eying me, which made me smile. Clarence had been fun, but I wanted some young muscular black cock. Soon.

I lay back and watched as they resumed their game. Their athletic bodies as they jumped and dived after the ball had my mind churning at the possibilities. I soon realized they were not guests at the resort but hotel staff. When one of them put his t-shirt back on at the end of the game, I saw that it indicated he was the lifeguard.

I drooled at thinking of that young muscular body and imagined him taking me. I would have to find a way to ensnare him in my trap. I figured I would go and cool off from the sun’s rays by swimming and then figuring out how to start a conversation with him.

I admired his muscular legs and slim body as the group walked away from the volleyball area. He smiled as they passed my chair and took in my tits. Then, a broad smile and glistening white teeth flashed at me as he said, “Good day, ma’am.”

Feeling my pussy tingle, I got up and walked to the water’s edge. I realized it was transparent as I could see the sand below my feet. Swimming out, I paused every few yards to admire the fish swimming below me. I must have been about thirty yards out when I felt my leg cramp up. The pain was excruciating as I struggled to try to alleviate the cramp. I tried to touch the bottom, but it was too deep. So, I tried to relax on my back; however, the cramp would not go away.

A deep voice behind me asked if I needed help. There he was, a few yards away, swimming towards me. My lifeguard who would be my savior. This was not the conversation starter I had envisaged, but it would work.

“Yes, I have a cramp, and it’s killing me.”

“Don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll get you safely back to shore.”

“Thanks. My name is Wendy, by the way.”

“I am Devon, Wendy. Pleased to meet you despite the circumstances. Now relax, and let me tow you back to where we can get out.”

His arm came around my chest, and he side stroked with my weight across his back and side. Then, in a few powerful strokes, he was back into shallower water and stood. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to shore.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“No, the cramp is still painful.”

“Where is your room? I will take you there.”

“I’m in bungalow three, but I’m too heavy to have you carry me all the way.”

“Nonsense. You are as light as a feather.”

As he carried me, he was eying my tits. I had forgotten that they were exposed. He saw that I was looking at him ogling them, tried to avert his eyes, and blushed.

“Devon, any man who saves me is entitled to look. Feast your eyes.”

“Wendy, they are magnificent.”

“Thank you, young man. I am deeply honored that a young stud like you finds this old bag of bones pleasing to his eye.”

We arrived at the bungalow, and he lay me on the bed. “Wendy, would you like me to work on that cramp for you?”

“How would you do that?”

“Well, I think I could massage it till the tension was released.”

“Go for it.”

He went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of skin lotion. “OK. Turnover on your belly and relax. Let Devon work his magic.”

I lay my head across my crossed arms as he kneaded my calf muscle. He obviously knew what he was doing because my cramp disappeared in just a minute.

“I think you’ve done it, Devon.”

“Don’t move the treatment is not finished.’

I felt lotion spread over the length of my leg, and instead of kneading, he was now giving me a light massage from my foot and then running up the length of my leg. Then, he started to drive me crazy when his fingers began to run along my inner thigh, lightly feathering the tender tissues and running almost to my pussy but stopping short of touching home base.

He moved from my leg to massaging my ass. He kneaded and caressed each cheek as I felt my pussy starting to juice up. Finally, I took my arm out from under my head and reached back, and slid it up the leg of his board shorts to grab his cock. He gasped as my hand unsuccessfully tried to circle his shaft.

“Wendy, do not move. Stay there, and let me make you feel good.”

“But, Devon, I want to see and feel your cock.”

“You will, but first, I want to make you feel good.”

“Mmmm! Go right ahead. I can hardly wait.”

His hands got busy untying the string of my bikini, and he pulled it out from between my asscheeks. His fingers reached under me to explore my dripping cunt. I raised myself to my knees to give him easier access to my pussy. I felt absolutely depraved as I exposed myself to him with my knees spread and my ass up in the air.

Looking back, I saw that he had removed his board shorts, and his cock dangled down under a pair of massive balls. I drooled at the prospect of taking that enormous cock and sucking on it. However, I expected him to start fucking me on the spot. Instead, much to my surprise, he continued the massage directing his attention to my pussy which was now fully accessible to his strong fingers. It was a thrilling experience to give my body to him so thoroughly.

Just when I thought it could not get better, I felt him shift on the bed as his tongue started licking between my pussy lips and running a track through my ass crack and back to my pussy repeatedly. Then, his fingers parted my pussy lips, and he began tongue fucking me, which drove me over the edge. I felt my cunt clench and my toes curl as I thrust my ass back toward his mouth. The orgasm I experienced was delicious and caused me to fall to my side in a fetal position.

“I think you enjoyed that,” he said with a grin. His face was coated with my pussy juice.

“Come here, lover boy, I need to kiss you.”

He reached for the sheet to wipe his face, but I pulled him to me and licked his face clean. Then, pulling his face to mine, I parted his lips with my tongue, and we kissed while he toyed with my aching nipples. Finally, I took his cock in my hand and stroked him as he leaked pre cum all over my hand.

I could sense that he was about to explode and did not want all his beautiful seed wasted. I pushed him so he was flat on his back to straddle his body. I lowered myself over his cock, parted my pussy lips, and fed him into my hot clasping cunt. He filled me up as I had never been filled before. I felt every vein, every ridge of his cock as I rode him with wild abandon.

His cock pulsed in me as we drove ourselves closer and closer to an inevitable climax. Finally, when he reached up with his hands and played with my tits, I could no longer hold back and my juices coated his cock as I succumbed to a delicious orgasm.

I bounced faster on his cock going from one orgasm to another till I felt his hips arch up to thrust even deeper into me as he shot his creamy cum deep against my cervix. I felt shot after shot of his cum bathing my cunt, and ended with a final massive orgasm.

Rolling off his body, I cuddled him against me while we regained our power of speech and breath.

“Wendy, you are amazing. I am no virgin, and I can tell you that was the best fuck of my life.”

“You were no slouch yourself, Devon. I have known many men over the years. You are one of the best lovers I have ever had.”

“Would you like a repeat performance?”

“Damn right, I would.”

“Why don’t you join me for supper, and we’ll see where that can lead us.”

“I’d love to.”

“OK, why don’t you nap, and I’ll pick you up around seven o’clock.”

“I will be here waiting with bated breath, lover. What is the dress code for supper?”

“Whatever you desire, but no naked bottoms. However, no panties are required,” he said with a smirk.

Chapter 2

I was woken from my nap by someone rapping on the door. It took me a few seconds to orient myself and sort my mind out as to where I was.

“Who’s there?” I asked.

“Maid service, ma’am. Here to turn down the bed and see if you need anything.”

“Give me a second.”

I scrambled out of bed, threw on a nighty, and yelled, “Please come in,” as I went to the bathroom.

As I attended to the needs of nature, I smiled as I thought of all that I had experienced today and what might still be in store for me tonight.

I returned to the bedroom, and a young woman wearing skin-tight shorts was bent over the bed, tucking a new set of sheets. She straightened out, and my jaw dropped. I was looking at a female version of Devon.

She smiled at me and said, “I am Danica. I will be your chambermaid during your stay. If there is anything I can do for you, anything, just let me know.”

The innuendo in that ‘anything’ was obvious. I am not bi, nor am I into women. However, if I was, this tender slip of a girl would be interesting.

She ogled my body under my sheer nighty and licked her lips suggestively.

“Danica, you flatter this old woman; however, I’m as straight as it gets.”

“Too bad,” she said with a wistful smile. “However, if you change your mind, let me know.”

“You know, Danica, you remind me of someone who also works at the resort.”

“She giggled, “Oh, you mean Devon? He is my twin brother. So now I see why he was raving about his new conquest earlier.”

I blushed furiously. “He told you about us?”

“He raved about this hot chick he had had an encounter with earlier. However, as usual, he was discrete and did not reveal your identity. I understand that you are having supper with him?

“True. What time is it?”

“Six-Thirty.”

“I’d better rush. He is picking me up at seven-thirty. Before I rush off, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Do you also get involved with the guests?”

“Sure do. I have a hot date for supper with a couple. He has a yummy cock which I am dying to feel in me, and she wants me to be their cupcake for tonight and will be fluffing me. Delicious. Well, I will run along now. See you at supper.”

“Hey, wait a minute before you go; what’s a cupcake, and what is fluffing?”

“A cupcake, Wendy, is a woman a wife offers to her husband to make love to. The wife is called a cuckquean, the female equivalent of a cuckold. The wife does the fluffing to help her husband, and the cupcake have a better sexual experience.”

“Interesting ... Well, enjoy your night.”

“Thank you, I will, and you enjoy yours.”

When Danica was out the door, I rushed to the shower to shampoo my hair and wash. I also touched up my girly parts and my legs with my razor to ensure that no vestige of hair would hinder my anticipated pleasure.

Standing before my meager collection of clothes, I pondered what to wear, finally deciding on a white silk blouse and my black mini-skirt. No panties, hose, or bra required, I decided. All my short hair required was a couple of brush strokes to restore it to tidiness.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with the look. My nipples were on display for all to admire. However, I would have to be careful of how I walked and sat to avoid my ass or pussy being on show for one and all.

A touch of lipstick, blood red, of course, and a spritz of Kurkdjian Baccarat eau de perfume in strategic locations completed my preparations.

As I donned my Gucci block heel sandals, there was a knock at the door. I rushed to open it, and Devon greeted my appearance with an animal growl before taking me in his arms and kissing me.

“Easy on the makeup, stud. You will have plenty of time to mess it up when we get back after supper.”

“Wendy, you look good enough to eat,” he said as he ran his hand under my mini to caress my bare ass.

I giggled, “I had planned on being your desert.”

“Sounds scrumptious. I will look forward to that. Let us go. We do not want to be late.”

As we strolled arm in arm up the path toward the main building, I realized how nice it would be to not be married to my husband. To be as accessible as I felt now and to let my sexuality loose. It was not just the boy toy escorting me who I was enraptured with, but the ability to truly let myself be who I wanted to be.

“Devon, what is that beautiful aroma? I asked.

“It’s your flower, Wendy.”

“My flower?”

“It is called Lady of the Night. It exudes its perfume after dark.”

I giggled, “Are you going to make me exude my perfume also?”

“You can bet on it. I plan to make you experience the night of your life.”

“Ooh, that sounds delightfully naughty.”

We arrived at the dining area, and Devon led me to a semicircular booth. I sat down, displaying a lot of thighs as I slid in. Devon gave a soft growl at the display I offered him. “Wendy, you have magnificent legs to go along with many other magnificent features,” he said as he ogled my nipples, which seemed ready to poke a hole in my blouse.

“Can you excuse me for a minute? I will be right back.”

“Sure. Hurry back.”

I sat and listened to the sound of the band playing Bob Marley’s ‘Stir It Up,’ I smiled at how appropriate that title was then. Looking around, I noticed my fellow diners. My see-through blouse was tame in comparison to what some of the women were wearing. Tits and cleavage were rampant and obviously enjoyed by their male companions. The white tablecloths hid what was happening lower down.

Danica was sitting two tables away with a man and a woman on either side of her. The female was enthusiastically fondling her tit and kissing her. When they came up for air, Danica noticed me and smiled and mouthed, ‘Have fun.’

“You too,” I mouthed back.

Devon reappeared with another young Jamaican male. “Wendy, this is my cousin Tyron. Would it meet your approval if he joined us for supper?”

Standing before me was a Jamaican Apollo extending his hand to me. I opened my hand, and he enveloped it in his massive hand. This guy exuded power and sexuality, and I felt my nether parts suddenly get even wetter than they had been.

“Why not,” I answered. “The more, the merrier,” I replied with visions of these two teens ravaging my body all night.

Devon sat on my right while Tyron slid into my left. It seemed that I would be the meat in the sandwich later.

“Tyron, what do you do around the resort?”

“I help my dad run the joint when I’m here,” he said. “During the school year, I go to UCLA.”

“How nice. We are almost neighbors then. I live out on the West Coast.”

“Really! Maybe we could meet up out there. Devon will be joining me as a freshman this year.”

I felt my pussy tingle at the thought that I might continue to enjoy Jamaica back home.

I looked up, and a man was standing in front of us.

Tyron said, “Oh, hi, Dad. May I introduce you to Wendy?”

“Hi, Wendy.”

I recognized Clarence, my chauffeur.

“Wendy and I met yesterday when she arrived at the airport. Didn’t I tell you that you would meet some handsome young Jamaicans who would gladly escort you? So have my son and nephew been showing you a good time?”

“Devon has been charming, and I just met Tyron. The evening is still young, so we will have to see what develops.”

“Knowing these two, I am sure they will be able to keep you amused.”

“Clarence, what is your function at the resort?”

“I own this joint,” he said with a smile. “Yesterday, our chauffeur was out, so I substituted for him. I came tonight to find out if you would like to come out sailing with me tomorrow afternoon.”

“That would be delightful,” I answered with the memory of his massive cock impaling me earlier.

“Great! I will pick you up at lunch tomorrow. Have fun tonight,” he said, walking away with a broad smile.

Devon turned to me and said, “You got to know my uncle well, didn’t you?”

I blushed and replied, “On the way from the airport.”

“Dad is not known for wasting time,” Tyron said with a smirk. “Wendy, is that a wedding ring you’re wearing?”

“Yes, it is. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. It just adds spice to the occasion. Where is hubby now?”

“On a business trip. Why does it add spice for you?”

“I love married women. I find them to be more passionate and open to having new experiences. If you let us, Devon and I are ready to rock your world.”

“You mean both of you at once?”

“Sure, if you would like.”

“Mmmm! That sounds delicious. Just one restriction, I do not do anal intercourse, so no DP.”

“We can live with that; however, you are missing out.”

“Apart from that restriction, I expect you two to rock my world. I am open to most things.”

“Why don’t we order, and then we can go back to your bungalow for dessert.”

As we waited for our surf and turf to be served, the young men got me primed for dessert. I spread my legs as impudent hands stroked my thighs. Then, exploring fingers discovered my pantiless state and started strumming my clit and ass. It felt like I had a many-tentacled creature on either side of me, seeking to devour me with its feelers.

I think we bolted our food down in less than a minute. We all three were so anxious to get to the main course. While eating, I had pulled out two handsome cocks and stroked them till my fingers were covered in precum.

Finally, pushing my plate away, I asked, “Ready for dessert, guys? Dessert, in any case, is more than ready for you.”

By mutual agreement, we got up and rushed to the bungalow.

As we closed the doors behind us, Devon took me in his arms and passionately kissed me. Our tongues found each other’s and met in a passionate wrestling match. Tyron, from behind me, cupped my tits and toyed with my super-sensitive nipples.

I felt him unbuttoning my blouse to fondle my titty flesh. I could feel his cock pushing into the crack of my ass while Devon’s cock was doing its best to part my pussy lips through my skirt.

“Back off, guys. Let us get comfortable so we can have fun.”

I stepped out of their double embrace, undid the zipper on the side of my mini, and let it slither down to pool at my feet. My blouse followed it to the floor, and I stood there in all my glory, wearing only my sandals.

The two of them stood there with jaws dropping, and I stepped back to get a better view and said, “Your turn.”

In an instant, they shed their clothes and stood side by side before me in all their magnificence, cocks erect and pointed at the ceiling. I knelt at their feet and took one cock in each of my fists and kissed one and then the other on the tip. I was more than ready for dessert when Devon pulled me to my feet.

“Why did you stop me?” I asked.

“Wendy, this is not a sprint; it is a marathon. We want to bring you to places you have never visited. So, to start, let us set the pace. You will not regret it.”

“I am all yours. Do to me what you wish.”

“Tyron, open the patio doors,” he ordered. He scooped me in his arms and carried me outside. I heard the hum of the Jacuzzi. “I had maintenance start the Jacuzzi while we were at supper. So, let us all get in and relax while we get ready for the main events.”

“Events? There will be more than one?”

“You can bet your sweet ass there will. Do not plan on getting much sleep tonight.”

He set me on my feet and stepped in the warm water. Tyron put a bottle and three flutes on the edge, stepped in and sat on my other side. I think the only light came from underwater, and the air was redolent with the smell of incense and sandalwood.

I let my body luxuriate in the feel of the bubbles that caressed my body as each of my handsome lovers kissed me.

I reached to either side to toy with their cocks. Both were quite a handful, and my hand barely wrapped around their shafts. Devon fiddled with some controls on the side of the Jacuzzi, and the air was filled with the soft sound of classical music.

“What’s that playing, Devon?”

“Conceit de Aranjuez.”

“I am surprised. I thought you would prefer something other than classical music.”

“There is a time for reggae and a time for classical music. We intend to make love to you and not just bang you. So, something like this is more appropriate,” he said while playing with my tit. He alternately pinched and tugged on my nipple, which drove me crazy.

“That’s so sweet.”

“The music or what I am doing to your tit?”

“Both. Also, what Tyron is doing to my pussy.”

“Tyron, are you taking advantage of this helpless woman?”

“Damn right, cousin, she has the tightest, most velvety pussy I have ever felt up.”

“Unhand that woman and open up the bubbly.”

“Champagne,” I gushed, “this is certainly more than a quick fuck. I feel like I have been dined and wined, and we are on a date.”

“We are,” said Tyron. “Here, my Lady, please accept this nectar of the gods,” as he handed me a flute of champagne.

The three of us clinked glasses and sipped on the bubbly.

“That’s good, isn’t it?” said Devon, “However, I know something that would quench my thirst better.”

“What would that be?” I asked.

“Your sweet pussy juice,” he said as he stepped in front of me and wrapped his hands under my ass to lift me so I was sitting on the deck with my feet in the Jacuzzi. Then, spreading my thighs, he lifted my legs and draped them over his shoulders.

He trailed soft kisses and licks along my inner thigh and ran his tongue on either side of my vagina, making me joyfully squeal. Tyron climbed out of the water and knelt beside me. His sweet lips seized my nipple and teased it till it ached. Next, he took some champagne into his mouth and grasped my other nipple. The sensation was divine as the bubbles fizzed around my taught nipple. It was both soothing and exciting.

Devon’s tongue ran trails from my perineum upward through my pussy lips. I lay back, luxuriating as these two edged me closer and closer to a climax. Finally, when Devon inserted two fingers deep into my cunt and found my g-spot while sucking on my clit, which had emerged from its hood, I exploded into a violent orgasm that left me gasping for breath.

I tried to stand, but my legs seemed to be made of rubber. “Wendy, just lie back. We are not finished with you by a long shot.” Tyron said with a smile.

“But I want my turn at dessert,” I said, cradling his massive balls.

“Before that, are you serious about wanting to experience places you have never been?”

“You think you can teach this old broad new trick?”

“We are sure we can if she who refers to herself as an old broad can trust us to lead her to new places. And you are not an old broad. You are a sexy gorgeous woman which no man could resist.”

“You have my trust. I trust both of you. First, however, can I have another swig of champagne?”

“Wendy, you must be reading our thoughts. Devon, serve us a flute and pop the cork on the second bottle.”

We sat cuddling together in the warm air, each guy toying with my body while I regained my senses from that last orgasm. I had never been paid as much attention as I was now. My breasts were worshiped, my pussy was caressed, and the kisses we exchanged just went on and on, stoking the fire that was raging in my cunt.

Devon had me lie down again when I started moaning with unrequited need. He stood and pulled my legs up and spread them wide. I felt deliciously exposed to their lecherous eyes.

Tyron said, “Ready for a new experience?”

“Oh, yes. What are you going to do to me?”

“WE are going to quench our thirst at the source,” he said with a smile.

I saw him grab the new bottle of champagne, and spreading my pussy lips, he poured some right up my cunt. The sensation was incredible as the liquid fizzed and bubbled within me. Every millimeter of my vagina received an incredible massage from all those tiny bubbles. I gasped in surprise as I reveled now. Next, he leaned forward and sucked at my hole, drinking right out of my cunt.

He switched with Devon, who repeated the procedure with the added refinement of overfilling me, which resulted in the champagne running down and bathing my ass crack, which felt delightful it even ran into my navel. My whole body tingled when Devon brought his talented tongue and mouth into play as his fingers toyed with my clit, which got me once again over the top. Once more, my whole body quivered and shook as I had a second orgasm.

I do not know if I blacked out because the next thing, I was conscious of was lying in my bed inside the bungalow.

The guys were lying on each side of me, and I looked at them and gave them a goofy grin. “Wow! I think my cup rennet over.”

“It certainly did. It seems that you enjoyed being our drinking vessel,” Devon said.

“It was an incredible experience. Now I want at least a taste of dessert,” I said, reaching on either side and grasping an erect cock in each hand.

“How about a new way of doing that?” Tyron asked.

“A new way?”

“Get on your knees.”

Once I was up, the guys knelt and positioned themselves before me. I could admire their cocks and balls up close for the first time. Both were as hairless as my pussy, and both had yummy balls hanging below. My mouth salivated at the sight of those two ebony shafts.

Tyron was uncut. I slid the foreskin to reveal a fat bulbous head that glistened with precum while Devon was circumcised, even longer and fatter than Tyron’s, and equally glistening.

“Wendy, you just get a taste for now. Call it an appetizer for when we feed your holes with our spunk after we get you fully aroused.”

“Fully aroused! I am fully aroused. My cunt is dripping and aching with need. What else are you going to do to me?”

“Patience is a virtue, love. We are far from done with you. Now take a guzzle of champagne and hold it in your mouth as you wrap those sweet lips around our cocks.”

“What an intriguing thought,” I said as I did just that, taking Devon first. The mix of champagne and his precum was heavenly, a mixture of tart and sweet. I fondled Tyron as I greedily sucked Devon till he was lodged deep down my throat. I sucked till I felt his cock throb and then released him to repeat the experience with Tyron.

I kept at it, savoring his delicious cock tail until he pulled out, and I gasped for air.

The boys lowered me, so I was lying on my side.

“Bath time,” Devon announced.

“What do you mean bath time? I asked in surprise.

“Just relax and enjoy a technique we will try on you for the first time. You are going to be our guinea pig,” he chuckled.

Tyron was in front of me, and Devon was behind. My leg was lifted, and I lay there gasping at the debauchery of my position.

The boys started kissing and licking me across every inch of my body. Tyron started with my feet and licked and sucked my toes before working his way down my leg with soft butterfly kisses and licks, while Devon began with my neck and nibbled at my ear lobes.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven as the licks and kisses covered my body. Not an inch of flesh was spared as my body was saved by their velvety wet tongues. What seemed an eternity later, they switched sides. Devon gave me passionate kisses with his tongue engaging with mine as he explored my mouth. At the same time, Tyron rested my top leg between my thighs and tongue lashed my pussy.

I finally screamed out in frustration. I needed to be fucked.

I was placed on my knees, my thighs were parted, and I felt Tyron’s cock poke at my dripping overheated cunt while Devon presented his cock to my mouth. Another dream was going to occur. I was going to be spit-roasted for our mutual pleasure.

“Yes!” I screamed, “Give me all that lovely cock. Feed my holes with your lovely cum.”

Tyron spread my pussy lips and inexorably thrust forward, impaling me on his shaft, which pushed my head toward Devon’s cock. I opened my mouth and took his length into my warm mouth and down my throat. He clasped my head and pulled it tighter until my nose was tickled by his sparse pubes. I used my tongue, swirling it around his shaft, which made him growl with pleasure.

Tyron was thrusting deeper and deeper into me and was reaching my cervix. His cock was brushing my g-sot as he thrust in and out. I could feel my cunt tighten on his shaft as it juiced up, lubricating his cock.

He used his fingers to spread me as cheeks and toy with my anus, another first for me. Soon both boys were throbbing in their respective cavities. Devon came first, flooding my throat with his creamy seed. I sucked each drop as I believe in waste not want not.

Then I felt my toes curl as Tyron flooded my cunt and sent me over the edge into yet another orgasm.

While I was still going through a series of mini orgasms, which had my body quivering with delight, they switched sides. My creamy pussy was invaded by Devon’s cock as Tyron’s cock was presented to my mouth coated with both our juices.

I gobbled him down, tasting myself and him on his cock. It was a delightful mixture. Finally, when they had both cum in me a second time, I collapsed on the bed. I had lost count of how many times I had cum today.

I soon fell asleep, blessing my stars for having decided to come to this resort and dreaming of what lay in store for me for the next few days.