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BARBARA'S JAMAICAN VACATION
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When my vacation time had built up to the point of using it or losing it, I set up a trip to Jamaica. A girlfriend of mine laughed when I told her where I was going. She told me that Jamaican men have the biggest thingies in world, she had read on the Internet. We laughed it off after a little more joking, but I found the information rather intriguing.
A few weeks went by and at last it was off on my long awaited vacation. On the plane I had lots of time to think and I decided that all the long years of having my nose to the grindstone in college and work perhaps it was time for a little fun and excitement.
I had always been so straight and kept men at arms length for the most part. I had had a few romantic encounters but found little fulfillment. I said well what the heck on this vacation I wasn't going to be the good girl; I was going to be the bad girl, a very bad girl! After a long flight I was gone from the cold and snow and to the warmth and sun of Jamaica.
After landing it was only a short ride to the beachfront hotel. I checked in and went to my room with a bellhop caring my things. He was in his late teens, tall and rather thin.
He was of a very black color and had his head shaved. A very pleasant guy was my impressions of him. When we reached the room he placed my things on the bed and I opened my purse and took a twenty and approached him.
I moved in very close, perhaps a inch from his lips and as I ran the tip of my fire red pained nails lightly along the side of his face I asked him "do you like bad girls" In a shaky voice he stuttered out “y..y..yes. ”
Taking my other had I slipped the twenty in his front pants pocket and slowly moved my hand to his member. It was already hard and throbbing and felt huge through his pants. As I dropped to my knees in front of him, I heard him gasp for breath as I unzipped him.
I was rewarded with a huge male member, very long, very black with a bright red head. It was firm and heavily veined, warm to the touch. Without a word I slipped my mouth over the head, having never done oral sex on a guy, I found this new sensation rather nice. Being young it didn't take long before he explode in a crescendo
Of shaking and moaning. His seed came out more forceful than I would have thought. It was warm and kind of sticky not much taste to it. As he came he shuddered, screamed and fell backwards on to the bed.
I picked up his hat and dropped over his spent member and said half laughing I think you are done. He gathered himself and quickly left. I rather liked my first bad girl adventure. Like a huntress it only whetted my appetite for more.
That night at the hotel there was party on the beach for the guests. This was mix of guest and locals set to give the visitor a taste of local culture. Well I had already had a taste and I wanted more. Much more. That night I went to the party dressed to the tee.
I wore tan hose and garter with a short black skirt, that matched my knee-high leather boots, a white silk blouse. My golden blonde straight hair cascaded to the middle of my back. I chose candy apple red lipstick and light blue eye shadow. Looking in the mirror I thought "what a slut dog suit" If only the guys at work could see me now they would pass out....I laughed.
I entered the party at large room downstairs, it was rather dark and lit by candlelight, and the sound of Caribbean music filled the room.
I didn't make it across the room before the biggest, blackest man I had ever seen approached me and said hello fine looking momma. I smiled and said I am not a momma. He grinned and said oh you will be perhaps sooner than you think. He asked me if I would like to dance. The dance in the hot Caribbean night was rather stimulating. When we slow danced his body was solid and very athletic.
I should have worn a bra as my nipples rubbing his chest through the thin material of my blouse were really heating me up. His hand were active too as he cupped my rump in his large hands talking my breath a little as he squeezed. Also I could feel his maleness of his member as we rubbed together.
He whispered in my ear " lets go up to your room sugar"
In a trembling voice I said OK. My mind was wild with excitement as we walked trough the lobby. I saw several other women that gave me the evil eye when they saw me this magnificent black guy, as they knew what I was up to.
When we reached my room I was so nervous I couldn't get the key into the slot which he took it from me and opened the door.
Before I knew it we were on the bed passionately kissing, his tongue deep in my mouth. My nipples were rock hard as me groped my breast.
His hands were everywhere, but when he started rubbing my belly, the fire deep inside exploded in flames of desperate hungry need.
All the years of repressing my female needs came crashing over me like a giant wall of passion. As I squirmed in my female need for s strong, uncompromising, male animal he moved atop of me. His maleness was huge, but I was so moist as his black weapon ever so slowly sank into my warm soft grotto.
Then he started to slide his rock hard jet-black pleasure cock slowly in and out of me, with each insertion deepening his advantage. It was not long before my femaleness was totally conquered, filling me so completely. His black snake withering deep in my core making its home there.
Never had a man been so deep into my being, so all-controlling, putting me in a state of quivering submission. To this point I had found sex with most guys not very full filing, not the total domination I was now experiencing. Then he started pumping me really fast and hard. As started to squeal as I ran my hands over his well muscled sweating black chest, arms and back. Then he lowered to me changing the angle of his penetration. This caused his steel like ebony shaft to drive even deeper into my withering white belly and as it drove to new depths my clitoris was mashed between my pubic bone and his sliding maleness.
The sex that I had with white guys in the past was like having a beached whale lying on top of you grunting. But this guy was making me wiggle on the end of his wonderful black cock, like speared fish on the end of a fishing spear.
Then the most powerful orgasm hit me as my legs flopped around and I clutched the bed sheets hard in my clinched fist as I arched my self to him. I screamed like a wild cat as the pleasure swept over my trembling body.
As I peaked, he didn't but kept plowing me deep and hard. Then for the first time in my life I had a second peak and then a third. I had become multi orgasmic. Each peak was more intense than the one before.
Into the third body-shattering tornado of pleasure my central nervous system reached over load and I passed out. I came to and he was still fucking me. It felt like a barrel of gasoline exploded in my belly as an earth shattering orgasm took me. Then he was grinding his male member deep into my core
As he planted his seed deep in my female core. I could feel the tremors in his cock as my womb in its orgasm sucked, sucked the seed into my womb.
He laid on me for sometime, his cock still deep in my core. After some time he pulled out with a sloppy sound. Then he spent a good half hour sucking on my nipples and rubbing my belly. I told him that was so nice; he told me that it was it was a Jamaican Fertility rite.
He told me that sucking the nipples and rubbing the ovaries would encourage female fertility. I giggled and told him it wasn't the right time of the month. He just smiled and continued as I laid back in bliss. He took me three more times that night extracting my homage to his maleness several times.
I awoke in the mourning laying on my belly on top of several pillows with my rump up in the air. Some how I stumbled to bathroom. I could feel his seed running down the inside of my thighs.
I wondered if he had left me in that position as part of his fertility rite I sat on the toilet and more slimy seed ran from my gaping womanhood' It was like I had been bored out, my vaginal lips hung slackly open as another glob of seed leaked from me.
My whole pussy was red and swollen, my nipples puffy and tender. I thought Wow.... that wasn't sex that was getting FUCKED! Yes, that was the nasty word.... he had fucked the $%*@&* out of me. I reached for my douche in my bag and found it broken in half with a note that said,
You don't need this, party tonight be ready momma at seven.
I was exhausted and fell asleep right away, I didn't think I have ever been so satisfied. Upon awaking around noon I felt all loose on the inside.... I wondered if that is what is meant by being a loose woman.
The second night arrived and I dress as slutty as the first. At seven there was a knock at the door and with my heart pounding like a small rabbits that had just seen a hawk I opened the door. There stood the same huge black guy that had make me scream only a few hours before.
Reaching his had out he led me from my hotel room. We took a short drive to a bar in Kingston. In the bar it was dark and the sound of jungle like music set a back drop that raised my libido in the hot Caribbean heat.
We first danced, which started me bubbling. The feel of of hard black sweat body brought back the memory of the pleasure it had rendered me just hours before.
When the dance finished we walked over to a table that had about six black guys sitting in a circle in a booth. We sat and made small talk, the guy with me kept massaging my breast through my bra less top.
I was quite hot when he suggested that I do the guys a favor. He slowly pushed me down under the table. Then I figured out what little favor they wanted as I saw all their big black cocks exposed. I approached the first and I took his member in my mouth and have never given a guy oral before I was a little tentative but I caught on fast and soon I was rewarded with a mouth full of warm seed.
I went on to the next. I noticed that all were uncircumcised and all had a tattoo of a black hawk on the foreskin their cocks. All were large, long and chiseled with rampant erections. In quick order I worked my way around the table.
The night was warm and the dancing hot as our bodies ground together. I didn't remember much, coming to in the morning in my room. I was a wreck, sore and sperm covered, but that wasn't the worst of it. As I pulled my tee shirt over my head I almost lost my breath as I found that just below my naval I had been tattooed with a black hawk.
I was shocked but it was very beautiful. Its wings spread of maybe six inches or so. Also in the back I was also tattooed in the small of my back with the same hawk, but it was facing forward with its back on my back and its front on my belly. I slowly ran my hand over the black hawk on my belly that had marked me in such an erotic way. I was upset but at the same time excited.
That evening was my last night in Jamaica. Jamaica's a warm evening and my beach front hotel offered a great view of the golden moon rising over the sparkling ocean. The wind felt like a million little fingers as it caressed my bikini clad body.
I wore a electric blue bikini that fit me good. Through the bikini top I could see my slightly firm nipples showing just a little.
I could see the hawk just above my bikini bottom, its wings spread like a bird of prey. It was beautiful and very well done, but I was still somewhat angry having my my flawless body tampered with.
It wouldn't matter because once back in the states and back at my accounting job no one would see it. Though it might be hard to explain to a future husband. I felt that I was now changed, now somehow marked.
Then suddenly He was in front of me, my dark knight. The moonlight lit the sheen on his wet black skin. I could see the relief of his hard cut body, not one ounce of fat anywhere.
His bald head looking so male like. In his tight swim trunks I could see the coiled serpent cock that had brought me so much pleasure lying in wait to charm me once more.
I asked him where the bird came from. He said smiling it is a testament to my new status, a protection from harm and a reminder of who you now are. The anger from the tattoo was quickly vanishing as he took me in his arms.
The kiss hard and hot, tongue penetrating my mouth. His hands roving over my hungry body, my nipples growing so hard they almost hurt.
As a wave came in from the ocean we rolled on the sand. The waves crashing about us, his firm maleness entered my hungry feminine pussy... a shaft of pleasure surging in my belly with the rhythm of ocean.
A black serpent deep in my white belly, deeper than I knew was possible, bringing me so much pleasure, a pleasure I was taking without paying the price. His pleasuring of my shuttering body went on for what seemed like forever as I exploded in my fifth soul shaking crescendo as he fucked me with his essence.
His hard maleness driving sooooo deep, spreading my flower so wide as he planted his dark seed deep into my inner recesses.
For a moment I thought, I shouldn't be doing this protected, but I assured myself it wasn't the right time of the month as I screamed again.
My legs wrapped around his hips desperately to pull him yet deeper inside my quivering femaleness. We laid together each basking in the warm after glow, his member still firmly planted in the pool of warm seed at my core.
We returned to my hotel, hand in hand walking down the beach. At my room I thought that my night was over but I was far from right. He entered with me laying on his side on the bed.
We ordered food to the room and I cleaned up. After food and a little wine we were once more on the bed kissing and to my surprise the fire in my belly. This time he was even slower in my preparation of foreplay.
I found myself face down on my bed, a couple of pillows under my belly with him mounting me from the rear. His maleness slid easily in my gaping pussy, the previous fucking had softened. His pumping was slow and steady as he went deep. This position allowed him the reach even deeper into my molten hot pussy. He took me deeply and powerfully. He started to talk dirty to me which to my surprise heated me up even more.
Being called a slut and a whore made the act even more nasty. But what really sent me off was when he started taking about knocking me up, making me a momma, and putting a black baby in me. As he pumped me he asked if I wanted a baby planted in me. My motherly instincts kicked in because the more he talked about babies, the hotter I got.
With my rump high in the air he could reach new depths....and boy what depths. I could feel his long black cock throbbing, and driving even deep into my belly.
Then he growled "come on bitch surrender and take my black Jamaican baby”
Even though I knew due to the time of the month that it was very likely my body was responding like my vagina saying to suck his sperm from that wonderful cock. I was moaning loudly as I thought this is so animal like, so raw.
This was the female surrendering to the alpha male. My now screaming pleasure came from being mastered by this powerful male.
This wasn't making love....this was pure fucking.... this was breeding the white woman by a dominant Black Man. Fitting for the nasty slut for black cock I had become.
I screamed finally to my black master- " yes...yes....please impregnate me.... I want your baby in my belly so so bad. Then he picked up the pace and I passed out from sheer pleasure.
It wasn't till in the morning that I awoke, I stumbled to my feet and headed to the bathroom.
As I sat on the toilet I noticed that the lips of my cunt were not tightly closed but hung slackly open. Nastily a glob of seamen leaked from my gaping vagina. The bastard had really worked me over good, a real credit to his gender.
I cleaned myself up as good as I could and headed to the airport. As the bell boy loaded me into the cab he smiled broadly and said, “I think you're done momma, take good care of the baby.” Almost the same words he had taunted me with a few days earlier.
But attached to his come back now, was the possibility of a baby for me. The price for being born a female. Its different for guys, for women sex may mean a baby, in this case a baby that would be very hard for me to explain to my friends and family.
My hand softly resting on my belly hoping that my whoredom would not make me pay a big price.
What the hell was I thinking allowing my lust to overcome me and acting like a bitch in heat.
I just hoped nothing had happened. At last I was on the plane and I slept totally worn out.
When I arrived back in the states, on my next connecting flight home I met an interesting college student named Connie. She was from a rather well to do New England family, very pretty....and very pregnant.
I was curious about the black child who was about six months old she had with her. She asked where I was coming back from vacation and I told her Jamaica.
She smiled and said that was where Tupac... the babies father was from. The baby was the cutest I had ever seen... Very black, bushy hair, very wide lips.
Connie asked if I would watch the baby while she went to the restroom and I said sure. As I held him he was grasping at my breast wanting to nurse, I giggled and said “that won't work fella, you will have to wait for momma.”
When she returned we talked some more and I found out that she had gone to Jamaica with a girlfriend. She said that she didn't like guys when she had gone to Jamaica with her friend.
They both ended up black pregnant and addicted to the Jamaican black cocks. In fact she had moved Tupac to the states and married him. As she patted her tummy and said another little bundle of joy is on the way.
Smiling coyly she asked if I had allowed myself to be Jamaican black snaked on my vacation. I turned red and she knew the answer and asked when the baby was due.
I said I am not pregnant, it wasn't the right time of the month, at which she laughed. Also your not suppose to be able to get pregnant while nursing, at which she patted her swollen tummy. She said that regardless when the female body reaches those peaks that the Jamaican black cock semen extracts the female reproductive system and over rides other factors and starts dropping eggs.
Its like your body sense the superior black male and tries to ensure that he the father of your children. She giggled and said if he got the black snake in you, trust me you're pregnant.
A cold chill ran over me as I hadn't planned on getting pregnant. She asked me if I had gotten a tattooed bird. I must looked a little confused as she pulled up her shirt to reveal the same tattoo that now graced my own belly.
She could tell the answer as my hand went to my mouth.
That's what I thought as she giggled, its a way a certain Jamaican organization mark their property. You are now a Jamaican breeder chick,
The tattoo is like a no trespassing sign. But don't worry....all you will want is them and their babies... lots and lots of black babies. The old white fucking won't quite cut it any more, its like a drug you will have to have...Jamaican black cock.
Ohh one other thing she said, don't even think about abortion, with that tattoo on your belly there isn't abortion clinic in the world that will touch you.
After arriving home, I returned to work, but found it hard to concentrate my work. All I wanted to think about was that wonderful black fucking I had received.
After work, leaving late trying to catch up on my work I was attacked in the parking garage by three Hispanics.
The dragged me into a van and pushed my shirt up and prepared to rape me. When they saw the tattoo they yelled shit, she's a Jamaican owned breeder, at which time they turned me loose and even apologized sending me on my way.
I thought well that was shocking, whoever had tattooed me had scared the crap out of those thugs, I felt rather special.
I returned to work the next Monday rather sore. Everyone asked how the vacation went and I told them that I had a great time. If only they knew how much fun, LOL.
I was back to my conservative dress and demeanor. I wasn't as focused though sometimes day-dreaming about my adventures. I also lost interest in most guys that I had found attractive before as nothing could compare to what had happened in Jamaica.
About the third week back I started to notice changes. I was sick in the morning, my breasts felt tight and the nipples became super sensitive puffing out and turning dark red.
When the time for my period came and went I was super nervous.
A week past I ran my hand over my normally flat tummy and found it firm and starting to round... A home pregnancy test confirmed my fears, I had been impregnated on my little vacation by that Jamaican black guy.
Shit what am I going to do,
I can't have a baby by a black guy, what will my family and friends say. This just isn't fair, guys can have sex as they want, but when we do there is always the danger of a baby.
This pregnancy jumped on me fast, my whole body started to swell. At work my breasts felt huge and I tried to pull in my stomach when someone was around,
I just knew that they could see the evidence of my dirty little secret. The way my body was changing it wouldn't be long before the whole world would know.
Standing at home in front of a a tall mirror I could see my ever rounding tummy and the changes to my breast and thought how stupid I had been for acting like a whore.
Now I was about to pay the price big time and everyone would know the black cock slut I had become.
I had Connie's number and called her for support. She said she would be right over. When she arrived she was even more pregnant than on the plane, she was huge.
She said she would try and relax me and she suggested we take a warm shower, which we did.
I had never had any interest in girls, only guys. But this was nice, we hugged and softly kissed as the warm water poured over our slippery bodies. We rubbed our pregnant bellies and breast together, the warm water cascading over us. It was a very soothing shower.
After the shower we laid on the bed slowly running our hands over each others breast and swollen bellies. As Connie ever so slowly ran her had over my rounding belly she said, “You're starting to really show.... this is going to be a really big baby, motherhood fits you well. You will make a great mommy. I warned you that most likely he had got you, there's not much of a chance of escaping with just the pleasure after being fucked like that. Your body, as mine, betrayed you, nature sees that we bear the children of only the strongest male. We only fool ourselves if we think we can cheat nature. The desire and pleasure is only the bait, we are designed for a purpose, and that is to be impregnated by a strong BLACK male and bear his children. I liked lesbian love before my encounter with the that black serpent Our little shower was nice but even hugely pregnant I can think of almost nothing but being done again once the baby is born. Oh its so good I have to have it.
Connie was right I wanted the baby, It was like I was being fulfilled.
It seemed only right that such sex should end in pregnancy.
Connie took my hand placing it on her belly and I felt the baby kick, a wonderful thought.
I asked Connie if she thought we could get the guys to move here, and she said maybe, but you know that they will impregnate all our girl friends.
I am sure they would nail your kid sister too.
I said perhaps that's not such a good idea, though seeing Susie at the office black bred would bring her down a notch or two.
The next few weeks I lost the battle of hiding my growing belly.
My black pregnancy was taking over my body.
I was swelling all over, my breasts becoming huge.
I was at the mall and saw a teen girl who was pregnant and had a black two year old with her.
My hand went to my swollen belly and as I thought about my fate,
I didn't care...I had been bred and impregnated by a superior black male and I wanted his baby.
I loved being pregnant, my body so much alive and sensitive.
My breasts filling with milk had doubled in size, and the nipples no longer a soft pink with quarter size areolas .
Now they were an angry red and the areolas the size of a baby food jar lid.
I had long erotic dreams of my adventure, clutching the hot sweating body of my impregnator as he stroked me deep and hard with that wonderful black cock.
I would awaken with my hands roaming over my trashing pregnant body as I self pleasured myself.
The office was a buzz with rumors about who the father was.
Connie was my labor coach and when I went into labor she went to the hospital with me.
My labor was long and hard as the baby was a really big one.
But he was beautiful, jet black and looked like his father.
My mother and sister freaked at the hospital, and caused a big scene, but I didn't care.
My mother told me that I would never find a guy now that I have a black son.
I told her that wouldn't find a white one.
Six moths later Connie and I were headed back to Jamaica,
We even talked a new secretary from her office, Peggy, a perky little blondie who was fresh from High School, into coming along with us..... though we didn't fully explain what might be happening.
I also lured that bitch Susie into going on the trip with us. She would look good black pregnant.
Not surprisingly.... we didn't have long to wait for us to found and fucked by the Jamaican black cocks.
Peggy and Susie also got their own black hawk tattoos!
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Posted on : Dec 26, 2024
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