Chapter 6

The four of them relaxed and dozed around the pool after that, with June and Robert leaving them after a time for June’s scheduled massage with Devon. She gave Cynthia a lascivious wink as they made their way to the massage tents.

Cynthia had noticed a number of people paddle-boarding in the protected lagoon a short distance away. It looked like fun and Jim was quick to agree when she suggested they try it. They gathered up their things and made their way down to the beach area. It was beautiful, Cynthia thought, with soft powdery sand, the gentle lapping of the turquoise water on the strand, with leisurely swaying palms seeming to whisper to them under the soft tropical breeze.

They could see that the beach contained numerous loungers, many of which were occupied by ‘beach-loving’ couples. Cynthia knew that she and Jim preferred the pool area most of the time, but the beach was always nice for a walk or to try something like this. As well as the loungers and tiki umbrellas, numerous four-poster cabana-type structures were placed a short distance back from the water. They were basically king-size beds with light cream-coloured curtains and a fabric canopy to protect the occupants from the hot sun. Cynthia could see that some were occupied, again with women much like herself, middle-aged but needing black cock, and that’s what they were getting in those sheltered beds. She could hear the moans and shrieks of pleasure and, between the shifting windswept curtains, she caught glimpses of firm black behinds pounding up and down between spread white legs.

A rustic-looking wood shanty with a palm frond roof was set up with paddleboards and equipment leaning against the walls. A couple of attendants were behind the counter, ready to help. Jim and Cynthia approached and the two young men were quick to provide advice and guidance since this was the couple’s first time trying such a thing. Feeling they were ready, Cynthia picked up her board and paddle as Jim did the same.

“I’ll be right with you, honey. Just go ahead. They just need to know our room number,” Jim said as Cynthia watched him turn back and speak to the two young men as she walked towards the lagoon.

Down on the shore, Cynthia was careful as she followed the instructions she’d been given in launching her paddleboard. Jim seemed to take longer than she’d expected just to give those attendants their room number, but he was quick to join her in the shallow water nonetheless. They both had trouble with their balance at first, making them laugh at the other’s struggles as they fought to keep upright. Soon enough, they got into the swing of things and ventured out a bit further into the calm turquoise waters of the protected lagoon.

Cynthia loved it, loved the feel of the soft ocean breeze on her skin, her hair blowing behind her as she made her way gracefully across the water, Jim close at hand. She glanced back towards the beach, seeing the resort laid out beyond. She loved the towering palms, swaying gently like a hypnotist’s watch, making her feel like she wanted to stay her forever. The thought of having access to an endless supply of hung black bulls was even more enticing, and she found the telltale itch Jim had been talking about appearing deep in her pussy once more. Yes, she was having the best time of her life, right here and now. She glanced over at Jim, seeing the smile on his face as he looked back at her. She knew he was as happy as she was.

“Race ya!” she yelled out before taking a broad stroke with her paddle. She heard Jim laugh from behind her as they both set out across the lagoon. Cynthia won the race, but it was close. They made their way leisurely back, taking their time as they looked down at the colourful tropical fish darting this way and that beneath the surface. This really is paradise, Cynthia thought to herself.

After a wonderful half hour, they made their way back to shore, telling each other they’d do it again soon. They returned the equipment to the shack and after a word from the attendant, Jim took Cynthia’s arm and started to lead her down the beach.

“Where are we going?” Cynthia asked.

“We just need to go to cabana number five for a few minutes,” Jim said as nodded to the parade of curtained beds spaced apart a short distance back from the beach.

“Cabana number five? What for?” Cynthia had no idea what was going on, but let Jim lead her towards the fifth of the cabanas, the sheer curtains billowing softly this way and that.

“Oh, just a little something I think you’ll like,” Jim replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

A few seconds later they arrived at the appropriate cabana, and Cynthia was surprised to see four young black men standing near the back corner of the four-poster bed. They were all bare-chested, wearing only the standard tan khaki shorts that the other staff members all wore. They all looked at her, and Cynthia could see from the smiles on their faces that they liked what they were seeing.

“Wha ... what’s all this?” she asked as she turned to Jim.

“Just a little afternoon treat for you, my dear,” Jim said as he gave her a little wink before turning to the four men and nodding.

Before she’d had a chance to respond, the four men closed in around her within just a few seconds. They all towered over her, and she was pleased to see how fit and muscular they were. She had a sense of what was coming, and the next thing she knew, one of the men pulled her close and lowered his mouth to hers.

“Mmm,” Cynthia couldn’t help the warm purr that emanated from her throat as the young black man kissed her, kissed her deeply and passionately, his thick tongue dancing with hers as he pulled her against him, her big soft breasts mashing up against the plates of his firm pecs.

And then he was gone, and Cynthia was left panting breathlessly as he drew back, breaking the intensely hot kiss. But another mouth met hers as she was turned to the other side, another man kissing her just as lustfully, his full lips pressing against hers. She felt his hand slide up the front of her body and cup her breast, his big hand squeezing the warm mound of flesh with just the right amount of firmness.

“Mmm,” Cynthia moaned again as she felt other hands on her, one set of fingers plucking at the bows of her bikini bottom while another undid the straps keeping her top in place. Within an instant, her bikini was off, the bountiful flesh of her curvy body on display for the four men to do with as they wished.

“You have beautiful breasts, Miss,” she heard one of them say as another kissed her. This time, when he pulled her close, she felt the stiff protrusion of his solid member pressing against her belly. She flicked her eyes down to see that this man’s shorts were already gone, and the three others were in the process of shucking their clothing as well. She let off a soft moan as her eyes took in four big black cocks pointed right at her.

“Yes, a gorgeous body, made for black cock,” the fourth man said as he took his turn kissing her. Four pairs of hands were exploring her body now, with one hand between her legs, sliding into the wetness between her flushed labia. She could feel two different hands cupping her breasts from the sides, squeezing and rolling her swollen nipples while another man let his large hands roam over the curving spheres of her plump backside.

“Let’s get her on her back,” the one who’d been kissing her and stroking her wet pussy said. “She’s ready.”

Cynthia knew he was right about that, she could feel herself dripping like crazy. The next thing she knew, the four men lifted her onto the big four-poster bed and deposited her in the middle, her head propped up on a couple of pillows.

“Hold her legs back, I want to go nice and deep,” the first man said. “With a body like this, she can definitely take it.”

The men quickly took their positions, and Cynthia knew this definitely wasn’t the first time they’d done this. One man was on his knees behind her head, his long heavy cock hanging out over her face as he held onto her shoulders. Two men were kneeling on either side of her. They each reached down and grabbed an ankle, drawing her legs up to her shoulders before pulling them far out to each side, totally opening her up for the man getting into position between her spread thighs.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, a nice wet pussy for us to fuck,” the man said as he pressed on the top of his surging prick and pointed it right at Cynthia’s dewy petals of flesh.

Cynthia could only watch, totally spellbound and with her heart racing as the man between her legs nestled the broad flared head of his black cock between her slippery pussy-lips and started to force his way inside. She saw her pink lips stretch as they circled and clung to the black invader, nibbling at his ebony cock to pull it deeper inside. An inch disappeared into her, and then the whole head was inside, her stretched labia clinging tightly to the throbbing shaft.

“Oh yeah, she’s so hot,” the man said as he leaned forward and continued sliding every thick inch into her.

“OH MY GOD ... SO DEEP ... SO FUCKING DEEP...” Cynthia heard herself groan loudly as she surrendered to the luxurious sensations coursing through her body.

Within seconds, the man was balls-deep, totally impaling Cynthia with his thick black cock. She was groaning and moaning with pleasure after the first few strokes. And then she felt her breasts being mauled. She glanced over through hooded eyes at the two men kneeling on each side of her. Still holding her legs spread far out to each side for their friend, they were fondling and squeezing her massive breasts with their other hand. Their long heavy cocks were arcing out over her body, the tip of each glistening with precum.

Acting instinctively, like the black-cock-craving slut she had quickly become, Cynthia reached out and took each hot throbbing cock in her hands, starting to stroke them methodically as they continued to feel her up. She then felt the man behind her push the pillow beneath her head further down, so it was more beneath her shoulders than her head, causing her head to tip backwards.

“Open up, Miss, I’ve got another one for you,” the man behind her said.

Looking at him upside down through lust-filled eyes, Cynthia saw the drooling tip of his huge black cock getting closer and closer, with the oozing strand of precum hanging off the tip now settling on her face. As soon as she felt the warm gooey fluid splash against her skin, she opened her mouth wide, knowing both she and the man behind her wanted the same thing. He didn’t keep her waiting, dropping the puffy head of his cock right into her waiting mouth.

“Mmm,” Cynthia whimpered softly as her lips closed around the swollen cockhead, her tongue eagerly swiping across the seeping tip as she gathered in his gooey cock-sap.

“Oh fuck, she’s nice and tight, but she can take it,” the man between her legs said as he forcefully levered his hips forward, sending every hard inch way up inside her again and again.

“Ohhnnn...” Cynthia mumbled against the dick plugging her mouth, her mature cunt tightly filled by the enormous cock stuffed to the hilt in her steaming trench. The guy drew back slowly and then gave it to her again, this time adding a teasing slow roll of his hips.