HONEYMOON PHOTOGRAPHS
written by:
The Rake
HONEYMOON PHOTOGRAPHSBY
THE RAKE
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The only sounds to be heard came from the occasional rustle of the lush greenery of the palm fronds waving before the zephyrs of warm air flowing on the faint sea breeze and from the murmur of the small waves lapping gently against the sandy shore.
Becky was lying on the sand taking shelter from the hot tropical sun in the shadow of a parasol. The clear blue canopy of the cloudless sky stretched above her and far out to the distant horizon where the sparkling surface of the Caribbean Sea, broken only by the occasional triangular shape of a white sail, merged with the heavens in an indistinct and hazy line. The small bay, sheltered by a reef of low coral that showed itself only briefly when the tide was at its lowest ebb, formed a crescent bound by a fringe of high palm trees whose trunks seemed to arch and bow in graceful curving lines over the golden sand. Their rich colour in varied tones of green and ochre formed a frame to the picture perfect and almost deserted beach.
The hotel's private beach was a truly idyllic spot, quiet and peaceful with only a few other people to be seen. Most of the guests seemed to prefer to laze by the pool where drinks and refreshments were easily on hand which left the beach quiet and secluded and well sheltered from the eyes of any casual observers. Its privacy made it a truly romantic spot, a perfect place for honeymooners to spend time together.
Lying face down while her new husband fetched some cold drinks from the hotel, Becky felt a deep sense of contentment as she thought about her wedding day and the events of the previous days and nights. They had been in Jamaica for a little less than a week and had already explored much of the island, delighting in its culture and scenery, its sights, music and sounds, the friendliness of its people, and the exotic scents of the wonderful tropical haven.
Becky had married David, a man some three years older than her, on her twenty-first birthday and felt remarkably happy with the life they were now beginning to share together.
Having been brought up as the daughter of a strict Baptist minister and having known David for many years as a friend of the family, she had known no other boyfriends but David and had gone to the altar as a virgin.
Although nervous about their first night together, she experienced none of the pain she had expected and assumed that her hymen must have been broken while she had been leading an active sporting life. That and the unexpected but exciting free flow of her love juices had made his first entry into her body that much easier and she had thrilled both to the feel of his hardness spreading and filling her and to the feel of him moving within her before she felt his hot fluids spurting into her receptive body. The experience had been everything and more than she had been hoping for and they had now made love a total of five times. Each time she had experienced an intensity of physical pleasure unlike anything she had known before. She only wished that it could happen more often and last a little longer but, not knowing anything else, assumed that this was entirely normal.
The thoughts and memories stirred a faintly hollow ache deep within her stomach and she sensed a faint spurt of moisture spring to her groin to slightly dampen the gusset of her bikini bottom. The sweetness of the sensation made her squirm in pleasure and she started to wonder with a sense of eager anticipation whether David would make love to her when they returned to their honeymoon suite or wait until they went to bed.
The joyous train of Becky's thoughts were brought to a sudden and cruel end when her husband's voice broke into her thoughts.
"Come on, wake up sleepy head. I've got you a cold drink and look who I met on the way."
Becky turned over to see that there were three men standing beside her husband. She failed to recognise them at first and it was only when she had struggled into a sitting position and noticed the cameras hanging around each man's neck that she realised that they were the hotel's resident photographic team. They had taken a couple of very nice pictures of her and her husband dancing together on the first night of their honeymoon but then they had been wearing white shirts, blazers and slacks but now they were now clad only in knee length swimming costumes and she could not help but notice the athletic build of each of the men. They were all taller than her husband, seeming almost to dwarf him as he stood amongst them, and had powerful arms and deep chests with their abdomens being well-defined by strong packs of muscles, all of which suggested that they probably spent a great deal of time working out in the gym.
What was more, all three men were black and Becky was surprised that David had brought them over to join them on the beach, especially in view of his dislike of anyone with a coloured skin. It was a dislike she shared and she felt distinctly uncomfortable as she saw their eyes roving over her scantily covered, bikini-clad body. It was even more disconcerting because the residual feelings of her earlier arousal were still with her. The sensation was sufficient to make her rub her thighs together in a forlorn attempt to ease the pleasing discomfort she was feeling. It was an instinctive and unthinking reaction but did little to ease the physical sweetness of the sensations she was experiencing. Seeing the three men continuing to appraise her body and gaze at her with obvious admiration in their eyes served to heighten her sense of anger yet at the same, and for reasons she could not understand, it also seemed to have induced a strangely appealing sense of wantonness.
Becky cursed inwardly. She resented having the tranquil peace of the morning she was spending with her new husband being broken and resented the three black men for the way they were ogling her with such open impertinence while also cursing David for buying and making her dress in the flimsy and revealing bikini she was wearing. It had been hard to understand his attitude when he had told her that he was so proud of his new wife that he liked the idea of other men looking at her in admiration and his claim that it gave him a thrill of pleasure to see just how much other men appreciated the beauty of his bride and to know that they were envious of him and his good fortune in having such a lovely and desirable woman as his wife. Despite his pleadings, she had remained reluctant to wear it and had put it on only at his insistence and because he had assured her they would be on their own on the beach.
In fact, David had used much the same argument when he had tried to persuade her to go topless when she was sunbathing by the pool but she had flatly refused him even though he pointed out that many of the other women were willing to expose their breasts in public: her modest and protected background made her regard such behaviour as common and uncouth and she forcibly rejected his request that she should behave so brazenly.
David handed Becky a cold drink and the four men stretched out on the sand as he explained that he had met the men at the poolside bar and they had asked if they could take some photographs of the young couple for display and advertising purposes.
"Certainly not!" she exclaimed vehemently.
"Look Becky," said the tallest of the three men in a quiet and rational voice. "Do you mind if I call you Becky?" It was only after she nodded, although with her irritation obvious, that he continued: "I can promise you it will be very tasteful. After all, we're professional photographers and we would like to take a few pictures of some young honeymooners enjoying themselves on our lovely beach. We'd like to use them in some brochures advertising the hotel. And we'll let you see everything we take and promise to use an image only if you approve of it first."
The man paused waiting for a response that did not come. "They will be very good photos. You can be sure of that. And there'll be nothing you need feel embarrassed about either."
Becky remained silent.
"Oh! And we'll pay you as well. Not much, but it'll be enough to buy yourselves something nice when you get home." The man paused again before adding with a little chortle in his voice: "And then you'll be able to call yourselves professional models as well."
The concept was absurd and, despite her feelings, Becky smiled with faint amusement.
"My name's Jack, by the way. And these are Karl and Lance," he added, waving at his colleagues who smiled reassuringly as both said, "Hi!" with one voice.
Becky nodded politely in response before Jack continued. "You are just the right couple for this job. You are obviously very much in love and we'd like to try to capture that."
There was but the briefest pause before he continued in a whisper so quiet that she was sure he meant only her to hear, "You are a very beautiful woman. I'd love to photograph you. You'd be perfect." There was another brief pause before he added in a slightly louder voice for the benefit of the others and in what seemed to Becky to be almost an afterthought, "You are such a handsome couple."
It was obvious that his compliment was genuine and she flushed with pleasure and when his eyes moved with brazen admiration over her body again they this time seemed somehow less threatening than before and even rather flattering.
"Let's do it, Darling. It'll be fun and the extra money will come in useful as well." David's voice was almost pleading. "He's right, you know."
Still Becky made no response. Although their words were persuasive, her innate shyness and reserve prevented her from saying anything.
"And I can even do some glamour shots of you as well if you like."
Becky froze but it was David who spoke. "Oh! That sounds great. I'd like some of those. That would be fantastic, darling, wouldn't it?"
Becky looked at him in astonished disbelief as Jack took up the theme. "You are a very lovely woman. You'd make a great model. There'd be no charge for the pictures and they'd be only for you. We wouldn't want to use them in any other way. And I can guarantee that they'll be very discreet if that's what you are worried about."
"Come on, sweetheart. Let's do it."
Becky could feel herself weakening under the collective persuasion and even allowed Jack to hold her gaze for a few moments as she thought about it.
"Please," urged David. "Let's do it. It'll be fun and it's very flattering as well, isn't it?"
"Please," Jack echoed with the same word coming loudly and in unison from the other two men.
Becky hesitated and, although she wanted to please her husband, was far from certain that it would be right. On the other hand, they would be glad of the money and she had to agree that it was very flattering, so much so that she was even beginning to feel more at ease with the way the three black men, and Jack in particular, were looking at her. Eventually and before she could allow herself time to change her mind, she nodded her hesitant agreement.
Jack quickly took control of matters, proving by the way he directed the cameramen and arranged for the placing of the fold-away reflectors they carried with their kit of tripods, lenses and other photographic paraphernalia that he not only was the leader of the group but also a skilled photographer.
Although Becky and David felt stiff and awkward at first, Jack's easy manner, his jocular comments and his encouraging words soon helped them to relax and they even began to enjoy themselves as he positioned them in different poses. He took shots of them rubbing one another's back with suntan lotion, standing together with their arms around one another, running hand in hand along the beach and even kissing each other both as they were facing one another as well as with David standing behind her as she bent her arm up behind his neck and turned her sideways to place her lips on his.
It was a fairly lengthy session and they were surprised to find that over an hour had passed before Jack called a halt. By now they felt very much more at ease in the company of the three black men and they all sat together to drink the refreshments and eat the picnic lunch that Jack sent one of his men to collect from the hotel.
As they relaxed, the men proved to be lively company and Jack, in particular, an entertaining companion. As a result the young honeymooners were easily persuaded to resume the session but, after a few minutes, Jack suggested that he should start taking some photographs of Becky on her own to show off her beauty and potential as a glamour model.
David immediately agreed but Beck was reluctant and shook her head forcefully, saying that it did not seem right, especially as she was a married woman. The three men laughed with David telling her that she was being silly and that she was being a prude.
It was a comment that annoyed her. She considered herself to be reasonably broadminded and David's words had irritated her so much that, although still reluctant, she changed her mind and agreed to their request.
Becky's irritation with her husband made her anxious to make a success of the session and show him how wrong he was and it was this that, along with the encouraging and supportive words coming from the photographer, helped her to ever more at ease as the session progressed. It led to her responding more readily to the various instructions she was being given but she flatly refused every suggestion that she should remove her bikini top and allow some real glamour photographs to be taken.
Jack took several shots of her lying in various poses on her towel, a number of her head, shoulders and upper body and some of her walking and then running towards the camera. The last shots he took were of her standing with her back against the trunk of a palm tree. The trunk reclined at an angle from the ground and, leaning back against it, she suddenly became aware that the pose was bringing the scantily covered shape of her breasts into greater prominence. Her first instinct was to stand upright again but Jack was persuasive and his words of praise flattering, so much so that some perverse imp in her mind persuaded her to remain as she was and even to lift one foot off the ground to rest it against the trunk in a way that she knew was bound to bring a large part of her inner thigh into shot.
"That's great," Jack purred as he took several pictures before handing his camera to David.
"Look, perhaps we can move your leg just a little," he murmured as he stepped forwards and grasped her ankle to lift it even higher behind her in a way that showed the whole length of the widening curves of her inner thigh from the bend of her knee upwards to the point where the broad span of her upper leg disappeared beneath the thin covering of her bikini pants.
"That's better," he murmured, holding her foot for rather longer than was really necessary to savour his close proximity to the lovely white body of the beautiful young bride. As he straightened to step away he deliberately let the backs of his fingers drift against the back face of her thigh to move them slowly over the firm flesh from high on her leg to the fold of her knee. His touch was light and seemed to be accidental but Becky still felt an internal shiver run through her. To her disbelief, it was not only a shiver of surprise but also one of a strange new excitement that almost took her breath away.
In something of a daze and trying to understand her reaction to the black man's touch, Becky allowed them to take several photographs before eventually responding to a command to turn her head sideways to look directly into the lens of the camera.
Jack approached her again to stand directly in front of her and only a short distance away. He smiled at her encouragingly and Becky felt a return of the same breathlessness she had known only a minute or so before. "Stay as you are," he said quietly. "I'd like to try something else if I may."
As he spoke he stepped even closer, lifting his hands to the top of her head to bring his fingers to rest against her pony tail. Almost straight away she became conscious of his eyes locked on hers. The circles of his irises were deep hazel in colour and surprisingly attractive but also compelling in the way they were holding her gaze. Licking her lips nervously, she remained silent as she felt his deft fingers removing the two clips that were holding her hair in place behind her neck.
The two young people held their position for what seemed to be a long moment before Jack spoke again, this time in what was little more than a whisper which she knew only she could hear. "You are really a very beautiful woman."
The words were unexpected and yet flattering. A faint blush of pleasure came to Becky's pretty cheeks and she smiled shyly at him. "Thank you," she whispered, knowing that no one else would be able to hear her words.
Becky's gentle smile which only he could see remained on her lovely face and they stood as they were for a long moment. Once again she was struck but this time not only by the sheer power of his attractive brown eyes but also by the rich black tones of his skin. When he at last removed his hand from her head, taking the two retaining clips with him, she shook her head to let the long, shoulder-length tresses of her blonde hair float free and fall loosely past her shoulders in a golden shower to reach the bulging curves of the upper face of her breasts.
"Really so very beautiful," he said, drawing his fingers softly over the smooth skin of her cheek, before as he slowly stepped back.
The personal nature of his actions in freeing her hair and the intimate, secret way in which he had spoken to her together with the gentleness of what she knew could only be regarded as a caress, left Becky once more short of breath and, although aware of the clicking shutters of the cameras, she remained still and preoccupied for a lengthy moment before eventually moving again to stand upright and stepping aside to stand beside her husband.
"I think I'd like to stop now," she said in a husky voice.
Of course." Jack's response was immediate. He knew he dare not overstep the mark any further and hurried to organise the packing of the camera gear. "I'll let you have copies of the prints as soon as possible," he called as the three black men started to make their way back towards the hotel.
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David and Becky spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, sunbathing and swimming in the warm tropical seawater as the whim took them. David was excited about what had happened and could not seem to stop talking about the escapade.
Although Becky said little, she spent most of the time remembering what had happened. To her disbelief, she felt a faint thrill of excitement as she tried to come to terms with the way she had agreed to pose for some glamour photograph, especially in front of some black men, and to rationalise her reactions to the way Jack had stroked her thigh, to the flattering nature of his words and to the way he had freed her hair and brushed her cheek in what she knew had been a private moment that they alone had shared to the exclusion of everyone else, including her husband. Even now, an hour or so later, the memories brought a return of the same breathlessness she had felt before but this time she also sensed a daringness about it that seemed only to heighten the inner excitement she was feeling.
To her irritation, David continued to talk almost non-stop about the events of that morning. He kept telling her how thrilled he felt because Becky had been the model for some glamour photography and several times expressed regret that she had consistently refused to remove the top piece of her bikini. His words prompted her to ask him to change the record and to tell him that she was shocked that he should even think she would want to show her breasts to anyone else. To her irritation, he laughed at her concerns, telling her how proud he was of his beautiful wife and how happy he was to show her off to other men.
David's attitude left Becky thoroughly confused. She told him she thought it was degrading for a woman to expose herself in such a way and that she felt he should be jealous if other men were to see her like that. It seemed he was not to be persuaded even when she added that his attitude made it sound as though he were treating her as a possession rather than the woman he had promised to love and protect.
David's response was merely to laugh again. He told her that he felt so proud to have her as his wife and reassured her of his love for her, adding that he could scarcely believe his good fortune in having such a beautiful woman as his wife but went on to say that, the more other men might envy him, the happier it made him feel.
Becky remained quiet for much of the rest of the afternoon, contemplating the day's events as she tried to understand her husband's extraordinary attitude. She could not deny that she had enjoyed her brief experience as a model. It had been flattering and she still felt a distant sense of danger and excitement as she recalled what Jack had said and the strange intimacy of the private moment they had shared. Despite this, however, she knew she would never agree to David's plea for her to appear topless in public.
*********
Becky had managed to set aside her disturbing thoughts by the time she and David went down for to the hotel restaurant for dinner that night and was feeling quite relaxed by the time they finished their meal and took a table in the bar to have a last drink before going to bed. She had been a little hesitant about having any more to drink as they had already shared a bottle of wine during their meal and was impatient to go to bed and have David make love to her. It was something she was looking forward to with a keen sense of anticipation with this sense of promise being alive in her thoughts when Jack approached them. He had brought fresh drinks with him and sat down uninvited, placing himself between them on the settee that curved around their table.
"I've had some prints from this morning's session sent up to your room," he said. "We had a really good session. Thank you both very much."
David said how much he was looking forward to seeing them before the conversation turned to a discussion about the places they had visited. Jack remained with them for half an hour or so but, despite the fact that he was proving to be a personable and pleasant companion, Becky felt a growing impatience to go to bed to make love to David.
Eventually he turned to look directly as Becky. With his body concealing her from David's view, he took one of her hands in his and squeezed it several times in a private and personal manner that suggested more than mere friendship. "You look very lovely tonight. You're a natural in front of the camera, you know. The camera likes you. Do you think we could work together again?"
Aware that he was flirting with her and more flattered than offended, Becky shook her head in refusal.
"Please."
Again Becky shook her head, conscious that Jack was still staring intently into her eyes. Once more becoming aware of the deep ebony tones of his face and the contrasting but attractive hazel colour of his eyes, she was almost inevitably reminded of the secret intimacy they had shared when they had looked at each other in this way when she had been posing on the beach. It also reminded her with a start that, for a fleeting moment, she had even thought he had been about to kiss her. It was something she had completely forgotten about until now but the closeness of his face and his obvious flirtatiousness had brought it racing back into her thought and now, once more she found herself wondering if he was going to try to kiss her. The idea brought a return of that same breathlessness she had known on the beach, causing her to shudder inwardly, mostly in fear and anger and yet, despite this, she now found herself briefly wondering what the touch of his plump and generous lips agaiunst her own might feel like.
Horrified by the train of her thoughts, she again shook her head but this time with a renewed vigour. "No way," she said in a determined voice and, standing, reached for her husband's hand. "Come on, I'm tired. Let's go."
David shrugged resignedly and apologised briefly and rather sheepishly to Jack before following her to the lift. Neither of them spoke as they made their way to the honeymoon suite although she was able to sense David's sense of disappointment even through the silence.
While David went through the prints they found waiting for them in two different envelopes, Becky changed in readiness for bed. Her thoughts were still disturbed by the memories of her latest encounter with the black photographer but, if anything, the urgency of her need to make love to her husband seemed to have become even more accentuated.
When she re-joined her husband he expressed his delight with the sixty or more prints they had been given and, looking at them, Becky had to agree that they were tastefully done and good not only in quality, lighting and colour but also in composition. The shots of the two of them together were particularly pleasing and Jack had already identified a couple he that he wanted to put forward for use in the hotel's brochure and on its web site. These included one of David standing behind her with one of her arms bent up behind his neck as he kissed her on the lips and Becky had to admit it made a fine picture of them together.
The pictures from the second envelope were all of Becky posing by herself. These, too, were done in the same skilled and tasteful manner although she was rather shocked by the last two she saw. David had held these back because they were his favourites. The first picture he showed her was one of the last taken. In it she was leaning back against the trunk of the palm tree with her hair flowing around her face in a golden cascade and brushing against the plump flesh of her breasts which were thrusting forward prominently to allow their shape to be seen as firm, round orbs with a great deal of their flesh in view above her skimpy bikini top. To complete the provocative nature of the image, the full round face of her inner thigh from her groin to her knee was also in full view.
"You look so sexy," David murmured appreciatively.
"You do, you know," he said when she shook her head in annoyance and disbelief. She told him in no uncertain terms that she thought these had gone too far down the glamour route but he dismissed her objections with a laugh and told her that he could not wait to show them to his friends and let them see what a lucky man he was to have such a beautiful and glamorous woman as his wife.
David showed her the last photograph. In it she was looking directly into the camera in a way that drew attention to the red, curving shape of her lips and the delicate features of her pretty face. The pose also revealed a large part of the full flesh of her breasts with the deep, shadowed valley between them open to view. The low cut of her bikini meant that the outermost fringes of the pink aureole crowning each breast could just be glimpsed while the low cut of the scanty material around her hips seemed not only to emphasise their span but also highlight the faintly curving surface of her tummy and the round muscular strength of the cheeks of her bottom.
No! I don't want anyone else to see these," she stated emphatically.
"Don't be silly. You look wonderful. I only wish you had taken off your bikini top. The pictures would have been really fantastic. Jack's a very good photographer, isn't he?"
Becky had to agree that the photographs looked highly professional but again expressed her disquiet only for David to laugh again. "Don't be silly. You look lovely and I'm so very proud of you."
Becky shook her head vehemently but was by now beginning to recognise that she was unlikely to persuade her husband to her point of view. Mystified by his attitude but not wanting the debate to escalate into a full scale row, Becky walked into the bedroom, saying over her shoulder, "We're never going to agree on this are we so let's go to bed."
David changed quickly and hurriedly followed her to bed. Clearly excited, he kissed her briefly before moving quickly to fall on her with a vigour she had not met from him before. To her disappointment, his lovemaking was over even more quickly than usual: there was little in the way of foreplay and he entered her as soon as he was ready only to then spend himself after no more than perhaps a dozen or so hard thrusts before kissing her again, turning over and falling asleep beside her.
Becky's sense of frustration was tangible. She had been looking forward all evening to making love to David but it had lasted for such a short time, ending almost before it had begun. It made her wonder whether his impatience might have been inspired by the two pictures they had argued over. If so, it was rather flattering in a way but it was also disturbing as well. After all, why should he want to parade and expose her in front of other people and why should he become excited by photographs which she thought of as rather lewd.
Re-running their various discussions in her mind, she still found difficulty in accepting her husband's point of view. Yet, like the good wife she wanted to be, she felt a need to try to please her husband. For the first time she even wondered, if only for the briefest moment, whether she should submit to his request and try sunbathing while wearing only her bikini bottom. It was a thought that was as preposterous as ever and she quickly dismissed it from her mind although her confusion remained and it was some little time before she, in her turn, found sleep.
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After breakfast the next day the young honeymooners decided to spend the day beside the pool. A good number of guests had appeared by mid-morning and David pointed out that only three women were wearing their costume tops with all the others seeming to be unafraid of walking about with their breasts exposed for all to see. Becky saw that he was right and, although again refusing to remove her top, was pleased to be told by her husband that she was far more attractive than all of the other women and that she need have no fear of looking inferior if anyone should try to make a comparison between them.
David did not broach the subject again even when Jack strolled over to greet them and ask what they had thought of the photographs. They complimented him on his skill and he presented them with a cheque for fifty dollars in payment for their time before again asking Becky if she would like to do some more modelling for them. She refused but David invited him to join them for a drink and, although he was unable to stay for long, he once again proved to be pleasant company.
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That evening David suggested that they might spend the next day out on a sea fishing trip around the coastline. Becky could think of nothing more boring but he was so clearly wanted to go on the excursion that she eventually agreed that he should go without her.
In truth and although she hid her feelings from him, she felt annoyed that he would leave her alone on their honeymoon. Her sense of irritation remained with her after she had seen him off early the next morning. She spent a little time in the hotel shops before deciding to spend the day reading a book she had just bought but, sensing that her annoyance would probably increase were she to spend the day by the pool on her own when everyone else would be enjoying themselves with their friends or families, she made up her mind to find a secluded spot on the beach they had visited a couple of days previously.
There were only two other people on the beach when she arrived and she moved to the far end of the bay so as to be alone with her book. The book was not as good as she had expected and she soon became bored with it. This served only to highlight her feeling of loneliness and heighten her sense of anger with her husband for leaving her on her own and she turned over to lie face down with her eyes closed.
About half an hour later while still dozing and still silently fuming about her husband's neglect of her, she was disturbed by the sound of a voice greeting her.
Turning over she saw that Jack was standing at her side with his two companions nearby. At first alarmed by the prospect of being alone in an isolated spot with three black men she quickly came to realise that she was glad of some company to relieve her boredom and readily agreed that they could sit with her for a while.
The four people chatted amicably for a while before one of them asked when her husband would be joining them. The three men found it hard to believe that he had chosen to leave her on her own for the day. Although she tried to defend him when they said that they thought he was being inconsiderate, she knew they could sense her disappointment.
Sensing something of her distress, Jack asked if she would mind if the three of them spent the day with her on the beach. Hesitant about spending time on her own with the black men she initially refused but they pressed her until, feeling rebellious against her husband, she eventually if cautiously agreed. With the decision made she almost immediately began to feel at ease, especially as the three young men were proving themselves to be amusing and entertaining companions who were making her ever more grateful to have some company to counter her loneliness. If, at first, she felt a little perturbed by the open way they seemed to be inspecting her body at every opportunity, their glances were appreciative and even rather flattering, so much so that she even began to feel glad that she had chosen to wear the skimpy bikini David had given her rather than her usual, more modest one-piece costume.
It all seemed a harmless and good humoured interlude and Becky enjoying the company of the three friendly black men. When one of them suggested that she should pose for them again, she hesitated briefly but agreed without the need for too much persuasion. It was an expression of her resentful mood and she even thought she might agree to let them take some more glamour photos should they ask.
Jack promptly directed the other two about camera angles and the positioning of reflectors before turning to her with a smile. "Ready?" he asked.
Becky let him take her hand to help her to her feet and they stood facing one another for a long moment. "Let the camera see your hair again," he said quietly before stepping close and using both hands to find and loosen the grips holding it in place high behind her head.
Jack seemed to be taking a long time and she was conscious not only of how close he was standing but also of his black face and the magnetic appeal of his eyes as they held hers with a confident gaze. Becky did not look away but instead found herself offering a shy smile before shaking her head as she felt her hair fall free. letting the long blonde tresses sweep around her head and shoulders and brush against his face in a way that she immediately realised was as provocative as it was tantalising. The realisation should have alarmed her but for some reason it felt faintly exciting, so much so that she again shook her head to sweep her soft hair once more over his face in a golden shower.
Jack smiled at her and rested his hand on her hip before stepping away. "I want you to relax and just enjoy yourself," he said.
"O.K," she responded but she shook her head when one of the others asked if she would be willing to remove the upper part of her bikini. Her refusal was offered with a smile, "I don't think so," she said.
The three photographers took a number of shots of her lying on a towel and, although she knew she was showing rather more of her breasts than she should, she even let them persuade her to kneel on the sand and lean forward towards the camera. It seemed rather daring to be doing this so deliberately but her thought was that it would serve her husband right if she encouraged other men to look at her and she allowed a number of similar shots to be taken before Jack said that he would like some more of her leaning against the trunk of the palm tree.
Becky agreed readily and needed no prompting to place the flat of one foot against the bark to bend her knee up in a way that could only show the full curving face of her inner thigh. At the same time and without being asked, she leaned back against the wood to emphasise the shape of her breasts.
The three photographers expressed encouraging words of thanks before Jack stepped forward again to stand directly in front of her just as he had towards the end of the first session. They looked at one another for what seemed a long moment before Becky lowered her foot back to the ground and allowed him to step close.
"Let's try this," he whispered, his hands reaching out to take hers in their grasp.
Moving slowly, he carefully drew her arms up past her shoulders and placed them together above her head. Once again she became aware of the blackness of his face and the deep hazel colour of his eyes which were locked on hers and once again she thought he might be about to try to kiss her. She remained still and for the first time began to wonder how she might respond were he to try kiss her.
Sharing the same secret smile they had shared before, Jack took his hands from hers, slowly and delicately tracing his fingers over her wrists, along the length of her arms to her armpits and then down the side of her body, past her breasts, along the side of her rib cage and past her tummy to bring them to rest for a long moment on her hips. The slow movement of his fingers brought a faint tingle of excitement: it seemed daring but it was also distinctly delkightful and a tremor of pleasure ran through her inner being.
"You are so lovely," he whispered and, although his kind words brought a smile to her face, she again thought he might be about to try to kiss her. To her relief he stepped back from her, leaving her thoughts tumbling over each other. The messages cascading through her mind had been inspired by the flattering kindness of his words, the daring and suggestive movement of his fingers along her arms and over the side of her body, her fear that he might have been about to kiss her, her curiosity about what it might have felt like and her qualms about how she might have responded. They were all in conflict with her innate sense of propriety, leaving her confused and yet excited at the same time.
Despite knowing only too well that this was an alluring pose designed only to show her body to the best advantage, Becky lifted the palm of her foot up to rest it against the trunk of the tree to once more reveal the length of her inner thigh before shaking her head to send her blonde hair circling around her face in a golden shower as she smiled at the camera.
"How about some of you posing topless against the tree?" asked one of the black men but Becky shook her head before replying with a smile: "No. I don't think so," wondering as she did so whether she might eventually be persuaded to agree and, if so, how her husband might react.
After several minutes exploring this pose, one of the black men suggested that it might be interesting to have some photographs of her and Jack posing together as the contrast between their skins might make for some interesting pictures.
Becky took a few moments for thought but by now she was entirely at ease with what was happening and they easily persuaded her to agree.
Promptly removing his shirt to leave himself wearing only his shorts, Jack stepped forward, his muscles rippling under the sheen of his black skin. The first two or three shots were of them facing one another with him holding her hands followed by a couple taken fairly close up from the side to show their faces in profile as they looked at one another. Their faces were only inches apart and yet again they found themselves looking deep into one another's eyes.
The next shots were of them standing side by side but then she felt Jack wrap his arm around behind her waist. Her first reaction was to try to move away but his hold of her was firm and she relaxed again, allowing the pose to continue before she was coaxed to wrap her own arm behind his waist and rest her head against his shoulder. Although it was hardly an embrace, Becky was conscious of a not displeasing intimacy that seemed to mark a new stage in their relationship. It meant that she readily complied with his request to turn towards him and, as he wrapped both arms behind her, she placed her own hands behind his back and let him draw her close so that their bodies were touching breast to chest, tummy to tummy and thighs against thighs. Now there could be no doubt that this was a proper embrace and if he was fully aware of the soft curving shape of her woman's body she as only too conscious of his strong physique and manly strength.
In some strange way it felt comfortable to be held within the black man's masculine embrace, so much so that Becky allowed him to continue to hold her close to him even after the cameramen had moved away. The deep black tones of his chest seemed to exert a magnetism of their own and, unbidden, she rested her head against his shoulder as she felt him tighten his arms about her.
Suddenly realising what was happening, Becky hurriedly stepped back from the black man but she sensed that a faint electric charge had come to life between them to mark a new closeness in their relationship.
One of the other men suggested that they should take some shots of them running together along the beach. It seemed a sensible suggestion and she and Jack strolled a hundred yards or so away from the others. Neither of them spoke but both of them were aware of the new element that had developed in their relationship and both were conscious of a new-found awareness of one another.
Eventually they turned and, at the cameraman's signal, started to run towards the cameras, their feet kicking up the white coral sand. A little to her surprise, Jack grabbed her hand in his and, although she tried to withdraw it, he held it secure in his grip as they ran side by side along the beach. When they came to a stop in front of the cameras, the photographers told them that it would be nice to see them laughing together and occasionally glancing at each other as they ran. They promptly started to retrace their steps but, despite his attempt to hold on, Becky managed to release her hand from his only to let him grab it once more as they turned to run again towards the camera.
When they paused to draw breath, Jack suggested that they might take some similar pictures but this time of them running out of the sea. Becky nodded her agreement but told him that she did not want to get her hair wet and he agreed that they should wade out only sufficiently far as to cover their knees.
Jack took her hand as they waded out into the sea with the water lapping and breaking in silver topped waves about their lower legs.
"That's far enough," she said.
"O.K. That should be fine," he responded, turning to face her and taking hold of her other hand at the same time so that they were yet again standing close to one another. "Will you take your top off for me?" Becky shook her head.
"Please," he whispered. "You are so lovely. I want to see you."
"No. It wouldn't be right."
Well, will you do it later? You will look so good."
Becky hesitated before shaking her head once more. "I-I-I don't know," she mumbled. "We'll see."
It was her first sign of weakness but they both knew in their heart of hearts that it would happen sooner or later. "That's great," he said. "I can't wait." Jack paused for a long moment as he debated whether or not to make his next request. At last he continued in the same soft voice: "I know what would look good for the camera."
"What's that?"
Again Jack paused before taking the plunge. "It would be a great shot of us standing in the water and kissing each other."
Becky laughed out loud. "Don't be silly. I couldn't possibly do that."
"Just for the camera," he pleaded. "I know it would look so good."
"No! I can't."
"Oh! All right then. But at least let's have another picture of us hugging each other."
It was a long second or two before Becky eventually replied. She knew it would be foolish to agree but remembered all too well the pleasure she had found in the private intimacy they had shared when they had embraced earlier. Nodding slightly, she stepped towards him, wrapping her arms behind his waist as she pressed herself against his body to be reminded again of his blackness, the power of his athletic body resting close against hers and his strength as a man.
Scarcely able to believe his good fortune, Jack enveloped her in his arms, drawing her tighter to him so that he could sense every nuanced curve of her soft body against his. Sniffing at her hair, he touched his mouth lightly on the top of her head and at the same time lowered his right hand to clasp the cheek of her bottom within its grasp. Becky squirmed at first with annoyance and then with an unexpected feeling of excitement that was developing deep within her as the tips of his fingers traced their way over the hem of her bikini bottom, moving slowly but gently over the smooth, tautly rounded skin.
For reasons she was unable to understand, Becky wanted the sweet intimacy of their embrace and his caress to be prolonged and felt a sense of disappointment when he stepped back to take hold of her hand and drag her running through the shallow waters to the beach. They were both laughing and the two photographers congratulated them on the natural joy they had brought to what might otherwise have been routine beach shots.
"Right," said Jack handing her a towel and picking one up for himself. "Now we've got to dry each other as though we've been for a proper swim."
At their request, Becky took time drying her legs, lifting them in turn to reveal her inner thighs and allowing them to take shots of her bending forward with the wide but shaded valley between her breasts open to the cameras' eyes. The act of showing herself off had a daring appeal about it.
When they asked, she, she stood upright again to let Jack dab his towel over her back before turning to face him in response to the pressure of his hands.
"Let's dry each other's backs," he whispered.
With a faint smile, Becky let him pull her against him again and allowed him to wrap his towel behind her as she did the same to him. Again they shared an acute awareness of one another's bodies, the strong black man and the beautiful young white wife joined face to face and body to body.
The contact of their bodies induced a hollow breathlessness in her chest but she continued to hold her body tightly against his and rested her face against his black shoulder in what by now seemed an entirely natural response as their hands roved freely along the length of each other's spines. The closeness of their embrace was daring but sweet and she happily remained within his arms before he at length pushed her away.
"Right," he said quietly. "You'd need to put some sun tan lotion on after you've come out of the water."
Sitting down on a towel, she started to rub the oil over her legs, moving with a languid ease as her hands made their way over her thighs before she then touched the liquid on her shoulders and rubbed it over the upper face of her breasts. She knew her actions had a degree of seductiveness that the three black men would find alluring and sensed yet another faint shiver of daring and excitement run through her body.
Coming quickly to her senses, Becky lay back upon the towel, stretching herself out in various poses as more photographs were taken. Then, a little to her surprise, Jack moved to kneel beside her. "Turn over. I'll put some on your back if you like."
Becky looked at him at length but eventually handed him the bottle and rolled over to lie face down on the towel. Pouring some oil on his hands, he started at her ankles, moving with a lightness of touch that, especially for a big man, was as surprising as it was relaxing. He moved on to massage the lotion into her calves, easing his hands gradually higher until he reached the backs of her knees where he paused to pour some more oil into his hands before resuming. Now he moved cautiously and with all the care he could muster as his hands stroked over the gentle swelling of her thighs as they widened towards the base of her body.
The effect was soothing and Becky felt herself relaxing even further only to feel a sense of disappointment when he moved his hands away. Hoping that he might resume his task she remained unmoving on her towel until she felt his strong hands touch the small of her back to slide down to her hips and then up to her shoulders. From there they returned slowly to the lowest part of her back, all the while rubbing the oil into her flesh with dexterous movements of his fingers and thumbs and with a touch that was light and gentle.
Still moving in the same lazy manner, his hands eased their way back along the length of her spine but this time, as he reached the strap of her bikini he pressed his fingers beneath the tightly stretched band. Conscious though she was of the place his fingers had reached, she was still taken by surprise when she felt him separate the two parts of the retaining clasp and pull the two thin bands of material outwards and away from her body.
Afraid to make any move for fear of revealing her breasts, Becky spoke in a harsh voice: "What do you think you are doing. I said ‘No' didn't I?"
"Sshh!" came Jack's reply. "It makes it easier to put the lotion on evenly. I'll join them together again when we've finished." He paused before leaning forward to place his mouth near her ear and whisper quietly, "If you really want me too, that is. You're so lovely and have such beautiful breasts. You really don't need to wear a top. And I'd really like to see them. Please!"
As he spoke Becky thought she felt his lips brush softly but quite distinctly against the lobe of her ear in what could be nothing else but a kiss. It was but a fleeting contact but one that left her stunned and wondering why she had failed to voice any protest. Flustered as she was but charmed by his flattering words, she somehow persuaded herself that there was probably nothing to fear anything provided he made no other attempt to kiss her and, equally importantly, that the two pieces of her bikini were re-joined before she sat up again.
Pouring some more oil on his hands, Jack resumed the gentle massaging movements over her back. He was taking far longer over it than was really necessary but she found the assured feel of his hands caressing her skin with such gentleness peacefully relaxing.
It was not long before Jack's rubbing motion became ever bolder. Each time his fingers arrived at the base of her back he forced them beneath the waistband of her bikini and rubbed them over the prominent arching curves of her bottom, pressing them further over the bare skin and remaining there longer every time they returned.
As his hands headed back towards her shoulders he also started to spread his fingers wider, letting them drop down beside her rib cage but taking them away before they reached the sides of her breasts. Then, inevitably, they reached for and found the sides of the bulging mounds of flesh that were lying crushed beneath her body
The first contact sent a shiver of pleasure running along the length of Becky's spine, a shiver that was repeated each time they returned to the same place. His touch was light and his movements gentle. The sweetness of the sensations served to silence the objection she was about to make and she remained quiet and un-protesting as his fingers dawdled ever longer against the sensitive skin and pressed gently into the yielding domes of flesh.
The feelings Becky was experiencing were enticing and carried no sense of alarm or danger and she started to savour a warming glow beginning to spread through the two mounds of her breasts.
As his fingers moved away from her to trace a route back along her spine, they continued to creep ever further beneath her costume until eventually he was able to clasp the two cheeks of her bottom fully within the palms of his hands. The deed, daring and bold but exciting as well, seemed to enhance the languorous pleasure she was experiencing and she found herself squirming against his hands in an expression of her acceptance of his actions.
Feeling this and wrongly fearing that she was about to complain, Jack promptly removed his hands to place them once more on the backs of her knees. Moving even more cautiously, he started to ease his hands over her thighs, his fingers tracing separate circular patterns against the skin as his palms gently massaged the curving and widening expanse of her upper legs until they eventually reached the elastic hem of her bikini bottom where it was drawn tautly over the curving thrust of her buttocks. Then, using the most delicate of touches, he rubbed some lotion along the line of the deep crease that defined the point where the proud, well-formed orbs of her bottom arched over the round pillars of her upper thighs.
Although knowing she should protest, Becky found the gentle, caressing movements of his hands soothing and his touch more than a little exciting. As a result she felt her eyes closing as she allowed herself to enjoy the sensations she was experiencing under the skilled movements of his hands. As a result she offered no reaction when his hands came to rest on her thighs and started to rub gently at the soft skin before he thrust two fingers of each hand beneath the elastic leg of her bikini bottom and rubbed their tips with a new tenderness of touch over and around the firm mounds of her bottom.
It was an impertinent presumption on his part but Becky remained silent and unmoving, preferring instead to enjoy the pleasing sensations that were beginning to build deep within her and to relish the daring of the moment. She had also forgotten the presence of the other two men and was oblivious of their cameras snapping the movements of his black hands over her white thighs in close up as his fingers trespassed ever more boldly over the sensitive flesh of her bottom.
At length he moved his hands back down the length of her thighs and back to her knees. Becky was holding her legs together so that the line between them formed a deep valley which Jack touched with his fingers before beginning to concentrate solely on rubbing the lotion over its inner walls. With an even greater delicacy of touch than he had used up to this point, he let his fingers follow the enticing line, rubbing them gently over the smooth skin whilst at the same time using light pressure to try to press them between the strong muscles that led upwards to the focal point of her woman's body.
Becky managed to keep her thighs pressed tightly one against the other, denying him the access he sought but made no movement beyond that as he eased his fingers ever higher until the at last reached the uppermost span of her thighs where they met with and joined the trunk of her body.
The sensations now coursing through her body had become almost intoxicating and she felt a pang of disappointment when he took his hands away to stroke them along the same path until they again reached the creased lines marking the rear of her knees. To her delight, however, his fingers again started to move back up her thighs, remaining within the same valley although this time with rather more pressure as he once more attempted to press them between her legs.
Again she felt she should protest about his impertinence and the audacity of his movements but the fluttering feelings still developing within her were too persuasive to allow her try to stop him. Every part of her mind was now concentrating only on the movement and feel of his fingers and of the journey they were slowly completing as they eased their way ever higher. When, at last, they reached the tops of her thighs they stayed still before starting to move with a delightful tenderness of touch over the sensitive skin to come to rest in the shallow crater formed by the flesh of her upper thighs where they met together and merged into the vital centre point of her body.
For the two photographers taking close up shots of Jack's caresses, for that was what they were, the stark contrast between the blackness of his hands and fingers against the alabaster purity of Becky's white skin made an image with a compulsive appeal. It was an image of incredible eroticism in its own right as much because of the starkness of the colour contrast as for the intimate placement of his hands so close to the essential core of her woman's body. The sheer sensuality of the scene grew even further as Jack's fingers started to trace their way with a light touch over the shallow walls of that small, circular crater at the junction of her thighs and groin to send new waves of excited pleasure racing to Becky's brain. With a start she realised that the black man's fingers were moving where none but her husband's had trespassed before but that knowledge seemed only to add to the dangerous thrill of the moment and she let his fingers continue to make their circuits around the highly sensitive flesh of the small cavity even when their pressure increased as he attempted to press them between her thighs.
Becky knew only too well that his fingers were close to the essential focal point of her womanhood but she allowed them to continue to move over the sacred area of flesh. She was feeling ever more relaxed but there was now a pleasing warmth developing within her abdomen and she felt a sweet lethargy, as if everything around her was slowing down as she focused only on the enticing caresses of his fingers. There seemed to be a unique and dazzling appeal to their gentle movements over the secret but highly susceptible curving skin, one that had a dangerous overtone that was bringing a breathless sense of excitement in its train,. In what was no more than an instinctive response to the build-up of the pleasure burning deep within her, she rubbed her legs together in an action that was unintentionally deeply sensuous.
Misinterpreting her reaction, Jack immediately restored his hand to the base of her back before bending forward to place his lips against her ear: "It's my turn now," he whispered. "I'd like you to rub some lotion on me."
The request did not seem unreasonable and Becky opened her eyes for the first time in a long while to become conscious of the close proximity of the man's black face. A glow of sweet pleasure still lay deep within her and she made no effort to prevent his lips running against her ear in what could not now be disguised as anything other than a kiss. A new shiver of excitement ran through her body and, for the briefest of moments, she wondered if she was about to turn her face to his and let him kiss her on the lips.
It was a wild thought that disappeared as quickly as it had come. "O.K." she said. "Can you do up my bikini please."
"Do you really want me to," he whispered, his lips again brushing against the lobe of her ear.
Becky hesitated, partly tempted to let herself appear topless but her common sense prevailed. "I don't think I'm ready yet," she murmured, admitting for the first time to both herself and to the dangerous black man that she was weakening in her resistance.
With a smile and a last kiss on her ear, Jack reached out for the two strands of material and joined them across her back before rolling away to lie face down on his towel. Becky lazily lifted herself from her own towel to kneel beside him but was stunned to find that the other two black men were still with them and that they would have seen all that had been happening with Jack. At first she felt a sense of outrage but this quickly passed to be replaced by one of perversity and daring that saw her pouring some oil on her hands and starting to rub them over his back.
Becky's first reaction was one of surprise as she saw the appealing contrast between the white of her hands and the blackness of his skin. It was showing with stark force and was quickly followed by an appreciation of the black man's strong physique. Remembering how he had moved with such care and precision, she rubbed her hands slowly along the length of his spine from the belt at his waist to his shoulders and back again in several repeated movements.
When one of the photographers suggested that the pictures they were taking might look better if she sat astride him upon his back she obediently spread one leg over him and lowered herself on to his bottom.
The act of sitting upon him with her legs spread wide prompted a molten tingle to develop warmly within her abdomen. It was strong and distinctly pleasing. For a moment she had difficulty in drawing breath and she quickly resumed her massaging movements. This time her actions were bolder as well as heavier and firmer as she started to push her palms over his back with her fingers spread wide to enlarge the area she was covering. The rhythmic movement of her white hands over his black back once more made her conscious once more of the sharp yet attractive demarcation between the colours of their skin as well as aware of the innate strength of his well-toned and muscled body.
Noticing one of the photographers moving to crouch beyond Jack's head, Becky smiled towards the lens and slowly pushed her hand up his back, bending forward as she did so to allow him to shoot the deep shadows between the firm thrust of her breasts, shadows which served only to highlight the generous fullness of the flesh and permitted him to see the white blooming domes almost to the point of her nipples. At his request and still thrilling to the feel of the heavy ache within her abdomen, she repeated her actions, taking longer over the movement of her hands and leaning forward until she was all but lying stretched out upon Jack's torso as her fingers stroked the back of his neck.
"Now let him turn over and do the same to his chest," said one of the photographers.
As though in a daze, she moved away from Jack to let him turn over and lie face up beside her. Without a word she poured more lotion on to her hands and started to rub it over his tummy and chest. Yet again the appeal of the colour contrast was driven home but now her hands seemed small against the solid muscles of his stomach and the strength of his chest.
"Why don't you sit on me again," he suggested.
Becky hesitated but, although she knew she was being foolish, her need to feel again that same molten pleasure within her abdomen was too great. Nodding her agreement, she stretched one leg over him and slowly lowered herself to squat upon his stomach. To her joy she felt an immediate return of the same thrilling sensations she had felt only moments previously and, electrified by the wonders of the experience, she started to run her oiled hands over his chest in a smooth pattern that ran to his shoulders and neck and back again to her widespread legs.
Lost in the excitement of the moment, they stared at one another with almost sightless eyes. The feel of Jack's hands resting on her hips seemed to lack any threat prompting her to respond without thought when she felt him exerting upwards pressure by lifting herself from him and letting him move her a slight distance backwards before he guided her back to her previous squatting position.
A sudden loud squeal came rushing to Becky's mouth and she hastily lifted herself away from him. It was a squeal of anger and distress but also one of surprise and unexpected appreciation. She had not noticed the large tent in Jack's shorts and had not known that in all that she had done with him she had provoked him into an erection he was no longer able to control.
The hard strength of the black man's arousal was telling her in the most eloquent way of his desire for her. If the danger as well as the obscenity was obvious and real it seemed absurd to discover that it was also flattering and she felt a moment of power to know that he could not conceal his physical desire for her. The knowledge that she had stimulated another man to express his lust and yearning for her was peculiarly exciting and rewarding. It was a clear tribute of the force of her femininity but, at the same time she knew that the threat, although menacing and potently expressed, could never be more than that; just a threat, nothing more, but one that was gratifying and a real compliment to her as an attractive and desirable woman.
The confused turmoil of her thoughts meant that Becky allowed Jack to press her body downwards again and she lowered herself to him to confirm that it was truly the solid length of his erection she could feel burning against the delta of her woman's body. Its thickness and its heat were undisguised and its steel-like hardness had a demanding force of its own. Becky murmured a protest and lifted herself from him again but the sensations coming from the solid feel of his manhood resting so close to the secret enclave of her womanhood had an incendiary appeal that she could not resist: she lowered herself back to him unasked, carefully positioning herself so that she could feel the length of his rod standing solidly along the line of her womanhood.
Yet again she was conscious of his physique and strength but now it seemed to be emphasised by the sight of her white thighs spread around his black body with his ebony midriff and torso stretching away from her loins and her hands looking small, even dainty as they rested against the muscled strength of his black chest. It was a sight with an extraordinary eroticism about it, an eroticism that seemed even greater because of the feel of his hardness lying against the soft but essential centre of her femininity. Incredibly and to her disbelief she felt a moistness at her groin and experienced a new and more powerful surge of sweet warmth pulsating pleasurably far within her abdomen.
More than happy to enjoy the experience for its own sake but certain that nothing untoward could happen, Becky moved her hands over Jack's black chest but now her actions seemed to have acquired a new delicacy that might have been a silent token of her own excitement. Easing her hands back to the muscled and sculptured shape of his abdomen and then moving them slowly back to his shoulders she found that the tender and highly sensitive softness at the fulcrum of her body was sliding over and along the length of his manhood. Its heat was obvious and its hardness a blatant expression of his desire. Even through his shorts and the gusset of her bikini bottom, the feel of him moving against the maw of her woman's sheath was almost intoxicating, sending new little shocks of sheer delight racing to her brain.
Revelling in the thrill of the moment, she pushed her hands away from Jack's stomach and up towards his shoulders where she paused to look at him with a faint conspiratorial smile toying on her lips. It was enough to tell him that she knew exactly what they were doing in their own private world and that she was enjoying the experience she was sharing with him.
Becky moved several times in the same pattern, gliding the sheltered secrets of her femininity over the length of his hard shaft in a way that enhanced the pleasure of the sensations glowing deep within her. It was as though her body had taken control of her mind as she varied the force with which she was moving over him in a shared and intimate caress that left them both almost breathless with excitement. Then, leaning forwards for perhaps the twentieth time, she felt his hands trying to pull her down towards him. Initially she responded, gradually stretching herself over him as her hands slipped up to his neck. The blackness of his face and its nearness to hers was almost magnetic in its force as she found herself ready to submit to his unspoken demands only to quickly realise with a sudden shock that this was no more than an attempt to persuade her that they should set the seal on their new relationship with a kiss.
It was the shock Becky had needed to bring her senses back to some semblance of normality and she promptly rolled off him, a faint strangulated gasp coming from the back of her throat: "N-o-o! Stop! That's e-n-o-u-gh!"
Fearing that this might mark the end of their adventures with the beautiful young bride, one of the photographers to suggest that a break might be for the best as he would like the opportunity to review the morning's work while the other dragged his mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers to call the hotel and ask for some sandwiches to be delivered to the studio.
The first man's choice of the word ‘work' was a deliberate attempt to convince her that nothing untoward had happened and that she should regard everything as no more than a straightforward photographic session. His comment was faintly reassuring as she mind struggled to come to terms with what had happened. She knew she had been foolish to allow any shots to be taken with Jack and yet she could not hide from the fact that she had enjoyed the experience and that her body had thrilled with a new hyper-sensitivity to the magic of the pleasure his caresses had brought in their wake. Even though he was a black man and even though she found the Negroid features of his face with his flattened nose, prominent nostrils and plump lips rather coarse, the sheer physicality of his masculine body was undeniably attractive. His touch had been distinctly pleasant, the feel of being held iwithn his arms had been, if anything, rather comforting and had seemed natural at the time while the exquisite sensations she had experienced when she had been sitting astride him and felt the hard power of his manhood pressing surely against the soft and susceptible mouth of her woman's sheath had been unbelievably sweet.
The newfound knowledge of her body's weakness was a revelation. In many ways the pleasure she had found with the black man was preposterous and foolish as well as unacceptably wanton and fraught with danger. It was something she knew she could not allow to happen again!
Once they had packed their equipment, the three black men invited her to join them for lunch and to see for herself how well the pictures had turned out. Realising she was hungry, she hesitantly agreed but straight away started to wonder about the wisdom of being alone in a room with the three black men. She would be helpless and yet the three of them, and Jack in particular, had never been less than considerate and the banter between them was reassuring as was the way they were involving her much like a friend in their conversation as they strolled the two or three hundred yards along the beach and through a grove of palm trees to reach their studio at the side of the hotel complex..
Relaxing and feeling ever more at ease with every step she took, she suddenly tripped over an exposed root and it was only Jack grabbing her that prevented her from falling. Smiling her gratitude she was still a little surprised to feel Jack take hold of her hand as they walked side by side through the trees. Her first instinct was to try to pull her hand free but his hold was firm and he refused to release it. With the tension she had been feeling falling away, she began to see there was no threat in what he was doing and, ending her attempt to break free from him, allowed him to keep hold of her hand. At one stage she started to return the faint squeezing pressure being exerted by his fingers and even found herself letting her fingers stroke over his knuckles in response to the tightening and brushing movement of his own fingers over her hand.
With a final tightening of their hands one upon the other, Jack stepped forward to open the door and lead them all into the studio. When inside, one of the men laid out the sandwiches which had been delivered already while another concentrated on wiring the cameras to a small television set and Jack busied himself making some margaritas. Looking round, Becky saw that the studio, although small, was well appointed with an array of lighting gantries, tripods and reflectors and a couple of chairs standing in front of a large green screen. Handing her a drink, Jack explained that, much as they did with television cameras, this allowed them to superimpose an image over any background of their choosing to create a scene from almost anywhere in the world without having to leave the studio.
Sipping her drink Becky realised that, although it was well-iced and refreshing, it tasted rather stronger than those they normally served in the hotel. Before she could comment, one of the men called them over to run through the pictures taken that morning which were now ready for showingh on the television screen,
There was little room around the set and the three black men and the young white wife had to squeeze close together to see them. The first sequence featured the photographs of her on her own and she had to admit they were well done but, beyond that, there was a surprising sexuality about them that took her aback. Each pose seemed to emphasise her figure with her breasts and her legs featuring regularly in a way that seemed to suggest that her loveliness was matched by an innate sensuality. Most striking of all were the shots taken of her leaning back against the tree with her hands stretched out above her head. They had caught the movement of her blonde hair and the changing expressions on her face which seemed to range from an open smile to a pursing of her lips and even a suggestive pout.
Becky knew that her husband would be thrilled with the results even though she was less sure about the sometimes suggestive nature of the shots, especially those that showed her inner thighs or the blooming thrust of the flesh of her breasts as they strained against the scanty covering offered by her bikini.
Uncertain about how she should react she heard Jack whispering in her ear: "I told you, didn't I? You really are a very beautiful woman, you know. And this proves it. You are a fabulous model, you know."
The flattering nature of his words were sufficient to stifle the protest she had been about to make and she remained silent as the pictures of her posing with Jack began to flicker across the screen. These she saw had an entirely different dimension, as much because of the effect of her white skin showing against the blackness of his as because of the contrast between his obvious physical strength and her dainty femininity. What was clear was that they seemed to work well together, as though in harmony as they took their various positions with the image protected being that of young lovers rather than virtual strangers.
It was startling thought and yet she could not deny the appeal of the photographs. There was an exotic element to them that spoke of daring and danger as well as of a close relationship that broke so many well-established prejudices. The movement of their hands over one another's bodies had a distinctly provocative element that took her by surprise, so much so that she failed to react when she felt Jack slide his hand around her waist and pull her close to him.
"We look good together, don't we? "
Although she should have stepped away from him and protested, Becky found herself nodding involuntarily in agreement. As they watched the shots of him rubbing the sun tan lotion on his back she felt his fingers stroking lightly over her rib cage, His movements were not unpleasant and she allowed him to continue to hold her in this way as they moved on to the pictures of him rubbing lotion into his skin and then of her straddling him with her thighs spread out one on each side of his body.
There was something incredibly exciting about the images. There was a decidedly erotic overtone about them that was at one and the same time frightening and yet dangerously appealing. They brought back the sweet memories of the sensations she had experienced at the time and she felt a resurgence of those same feelings of excitement she had known when he rolled on to his back and she sat upon his stomach and lower waist. The memories were so pleasing that, without thinking about it, she leaned her head sideways to rest her face against Jack's shoulder, a position she maintained for a few brief moments when the last of the pictures had been shown.
Trying to rationalise matters, Becky sat quietly as she ate a couple of sandwiches and drank her margarita. Jack quickly replenished her glass when he saw it was empty, adding an extra portion of rum to make the refreshing drink even more potent than the first.
Perhaps it was the high alcoholic content that made her feel more relaxed and join the three men in their easy and jocular conversation. When they moved on to talk about the photographs they expressed their satisfaction with the results and were lavish in their praise of her ease in front of the camera. They all said that, with her beauty, she could easily become a glamour model. Their words of praise brought a flush of pleasure to her cheeks. The warmth and obvious sincerity led her to agree quite readily to pose for some more pictures. The crew decided they would like some more shots of the two of them running from the sea and of them then drying each other with their towels. Chatting about the possible scenes one of the men put into words her initial fleeting thought that she and Jack had looked almost like young lovers in the pictures that had already been taken and told them he would like to explore that idea further and exploit the exciting appeal of a white woman with a black lover.
Becky laughed but it was an uncertain and disturbed laugh designed to hide the concerns that were starting to build within her. The whole idea of suggesting a close relationship with another man was alarming especially as she had already recognised the sensuous nature of the shots taken while she was with Jack while the memory of her reactions when she had been straddling his body was still vivid and exciting in her mind. She knew that, in some ways, she would like to experience those same sensations again but the whole idea was unseemly to the point of being obscene and she was relieved when he moved on to suggest that they would also like to take some more pictures of her on her own although he also went on to ask if she would pose topless for them this time.
Becky paused, partly tempted. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure."
"That's silly," came the response from the other man. "You are so lovely. You mustn't be afraid. And they'll make some fantastic pictures."
Becky hesitated and took another drink from her glass. Then, feeling a little light headed, she said, "I don't know. I'll think about it."
The young people continued to talk about other matters for a short while but, when she declined another drink, Becky helped the men clear away their glasses and plates. When finished, the two who had been taking most of the photographs said they were going ahead to set up their cameras while Jack locked the studio and set its alarm system.
Becky waited for him and left her hand in his when he took hold of it again - in her relaxed mood it seemed somehow rather normal, so much so that she even returned the regular squeezing pressure he exerted on her hand throughout their stroll back to the beach.
Reaching the beach she was relieved to find that they were the only people to be seen as it meant that, without a possible audience, she need feel no embarrassment about the shots they were proposing.
Still holding hands, she and Jack waded into the sea. Stopping when the water was level with their lower thighs they turned to face one another and she let him take hold of her other hand before responding to the questioning raising of his eyebrows by stepping forward to allow him to place his hands around her waist. As he did so she wrapped her own hands behind his back and they held each other close for a long moment. Each was acutely conscious of the body of the other, he of the sumptuous curving thrust of her breasts cushioned against his chest and she of his black and masculine strength.
The intimacy of their embrace was so great that it brought a return of her memories about the glorious sensations she had experienced earlier. It was enough to make her wonder whether she could arouse him again and, even though she knew it was perverse and stupid idea, she relaxed her lower body against his in an attempt to feel his manhood against her.
"Can I kiss you," he asked. "It would make a good picture. After all, we're playing the part of two lovers."
"Don't be silly," she replied in a quiet voice, "It wouldn't be right." Despite her rejection she remained within his embrace for a moment longer before breaking free. "Come on," she added. "I think they're ready for us to run back onto the beach."
When they returned to the beach they waited, still holding hands, as the photographer checked the images on his camera screen. "I think I'd like to do those again," he said. "Perhaps you could kick up a little more water as you come in. Not too much but it would make for a better photograph."
Jack turned and led her by the hand back into the water before turning to face her again but this time when he took her hands in his he drew them up behind his neck before wrapping his arms more tightly behind her and drawing her close again. This time their bodies were closer than ever before, allowing him to feel every lovely curve and soft swelling of her body, from her breasts over her stomach and along the length of her thighs, pressed tightly against his.
Becky was aware of a new level of intimacy in this embrace but, perhaps because of the familiarity they had established between them and perhaps because of the effects of the alcohol, she felt a senses of warmth and comfort that persuaded her to rest against him and even begin to shape herself to the impressive hardness of his black body as she again wondered whether she would be able to arouse him. The thought was tantalising, making her feel that, if she succeeded, it would be another mark of the power of her woman's body.
With Jack's hands stroking her back and one dropping to cup the cheek of her bottom as it had before, he whispered quietly into her ear. "Let me kiss you. Just for the camera."
Becky took her head away from his chest to look into his eyes. The hazel depths in the colour of his pupils were as enchanting as ever and she did not turn away he slowly lowered his head towards her. Although she knew it was entirely irrational, she wondered what harm there could be in the exchange of a little kiss. It would satisfy her curiosity about what his thick lips might feel like against hers and could surely be nothing other than an innocent part of the story they were trying to tell for the benefit opf the cameras.
Without allowing herself time for further thought, Becky pursed her lips and waited expectantly to feel his mouth against hers. The touch when it came was light, a mere butterfly flutter over her lips that was unexpectedly pleasing. His lips, although large, were soft and felt warm and moist against hers to provoke a little tremor of excitement deep within her. Allowing his lips to move freely over hers, she broke away only when she felt the tip of his tongue run along the line between her still sealed lips. The contact had a new element of pleasure about it that was startling and a little frightening and she grabbed his hand to run back towards the camera - but, despite being preoccupied by the foolish daring of her behaviour, she still managed to remember to kick at the waves to send white droplets dancing through the air in a constantly changing lace-like pattern that stood out well against the blue of the sea and sky behind them.
Back on shore Jack picked up two towels and, handing one to her, started to rub lightly at her back. As he did so he touched his lips against her shoulder, gradually moving them up the side of her neck and until they reached her ear. Clasping his lips about the lobe of her ear, he blew a faint zephyr of air into her ear, whispering as he did so, "Turn round then we can dry each other."
As though mesmerised, Becky obediently turned to face him and then, with a faint smile coming to her lips, wrapped her towel behind his back and pressed the length of her body against his. The feel of being within his arms was familiar and now rather reassuring and, as she relaxed, she again wondered whether she had the ability to arouse him to express his need for her. The idea was tempting and had an almost wicked appeal, so much so that she pressed her body more closely to him, as though to shape it against him in a repeat of the embrace they had shared while in the water.
To her disappointment she sensed no reaction and promptly adjusted her position by moving the towel up to his neck and placing her hands behind it in a way that she knew would draw her even closer to him and that could only enhance the intimacy of their embrace.
Continuing to move her lower body with subtle undulations of her stomach, she felt a thrill of pleasure when she felt a sudden bulge begin to develop against the face of her stomach. Holding her breath in excitement, she pressed her tummy tighter to him. She was awakening his desire just as she had hoped and felt a real sense of power to say nothing of a new and deep-seated awareness of herself as a woman. It was an exciting discovery and she let her towel drop to the sand when she felt him release his to remove any pretence that they were towelling each other dry.
With every passing moment she could feel the bulge expanding against her tummy, growing steadily bigger and ever harder until she sensed that it had probably reached its full development. He felt strong and hard with a heat that seemed to grow ever more obvious as she undulated her tummy against him with a new but still subtle vigour.
It was as she felt a first powerful throb beat through the sturdy length of him that Becky knew she had fully succeeded in her mission. It brought an added sense of her femininity, something she was finding immensely flattering, so much so that she had little hesitation in lifting her face towards him when he murmured, "Kiss me again."
This time, but not by design, her lips happened to be slightly apart when Jack's mouth touched hers and she felt him take her upper lip to draw it between his and suck lightly at its soft, plump surface. Her response was as instinctive as it was immediate and she formed her own lips around his to take her turn at sucking the moist ridge of thick flesh.
It was a kiss that prolonged itself as they started to bite at one another with their lips and was unlike any Becky had ever known before. Her husband always kissed her with his mouth closed and they had never thought of trying to emulate the kisses they sometimes saw in some of the late night dramas on television. Thrilling and exciting fingers of delight seemed to be wending their way through her body in an expression of the new pleasure she was finding but the sudden touch of his tongue moving over her lips took her by surprise, prompting her to take her mouth away from his and lean her head against his chest and bring an end to their kiss.
"Turn round."
Becky's senses were reeling but, although she knew that, with their towels on the ground, there could be no justification in his demand, she still found herself obeying Jack's whispered instruction.
Standing behind her to admire for a long moment the hour glass shape of the young white wife's figure, narrowing as it did from the span of her shoulders to the slender width of her waist with that and the spread of her hips, the thrusting round domes of her bottom and the tapering elegance of her white thighs and lower legs forming a picture of perfect beauty, Jack was unable believe his good fortune in having such a lovely woman waiting for his next embrace.
With his heart in his mouth, Jack stepped forward to wrap his arms around her and, resting his hands on her tummy, pulled her back towards him with a gentle but sure strength. To his relief she offered no resistance and instead leant the full length of her back against his body. He sensed a brief shudder run through her when she felt the hardness of his erection against her backside and was relieved as well as surprised that she made no attempt to draw herself away. Encouraged, he repositioned himself slightly to place the full length of his hardness along the line of the deep valley that held the cheeks of her bottom apart.
A faint gasp sprang to Becky's mouth but she held the same position, thrilling to the feel of his desire against her so much that she slightly flexed the strong muscles of her bottom against him in a way that provoked an exciting and powerful throb to pound through its length.
It was a long moment of shared delight and she continued to move herself against the impressive strength of his solid erection. It was all the encouragement Jack needed to start kissing, first, her shoulders and then her neck with light and moist movements of his lips. Enjoying the magic of the moment, Becky bent her head sideways, allowing his mouth freer access to the sensitive skin of her neck and, after but the briefest pause for thought, lifted her left arm to place her hand behind his neck and hold his face against her.
The young couple, the strong and virile black man and the beautiful young white wife, held that position for a long time with each of them lost in their own thoughts. Jack's lust for her was nearing its peak while the daring intensity of the pleasure Becky was experiencing seemed irresistible. Their ease with one another was so great that she offered no objection when he lowered his hands to rest them against the uppermost front faces of her thighs with their fingers tracing tiny circles over the smooth round flesh to send new tremors of excitement surging through her body. Although his fingers were caressing her body close to the very core of her womanhood, with one actually trying to press its way between her thighs, she somehow managed to retain control of herself and keep her legs pressed tightly together but, although aware of what he was doing, did not remove his hand him when he boldly placed it against her lower tummy with its face stroking its way lightly over the thrusting arch of her mound.
Jack's lips were again close to her ear and she turned her head to face him again, telling him without words that she was ready to kiss him again. This kiss was as exciting as the previous one, heightening the pleasure and excitement she was already feeling but she moved her mouth slightly to one side when she again felt the tip of his tongue start to trace its way over her upper lip.
It was a kiss that grew steadily longer and longer, a touching and moving of mouth over mouth and of lips sucking upon lips. The sensations she was experiencing were almost overwhelmingly sweet, sending every other thought racing from her mind as she continued to savour the moment. It meant that, although she flinched when she felt him drag his hand from her groin and up over her stomach to bring it to rest with its upper edge just touching the base of her right breast, she made no objection. The touch was light but unmistakeable, bringing a much-loved ache to her bosom, an ache that in the past had only come when she was with her husband and which, until this moment, had been relieved only by the caressing movement of her husband's hands over the naked and exposed flesh.
When, at last, they drew their mouths away, Jack re-wrapped his arms about her waist to hold her tight against him and nibble lightly at her neck and ear. Her arm was still bent back behind his head and the feel of his rock hard shaft burning against the cleft of her backside was as real and enticing as ever but now a firm beat was running through its length in a regular rhythm. Its message was clear: he wanted her as a man wants a woman. It was another potent reminder of her power. The solidity and strength of his manhood were impressive, enough to persuade her to flex the muscled cheeks of her bottom against its thick mass in an acknowledgement of his desire.
With a sudden but gentle boldness, Jack lifted his hand back over her tummy and on to her breast to again place his fingers lightly against its lower face only to then ease it slightly higher and bring it to rest against the lower, outward curving face of the protruding dome. There was no squeezing pressure nor did he attempt to caress the full mound of protruding flesh. It was as though her breast was resting upon the palm of his hand but the his touch was clear even through the protective covering of her bikini top and its feel brought a new strength to the aching heaviness that was already lying buried within its flesh.
Becky was enjoying the sensation so much that she made no protest. Instead, and to her disbelief, she rotated her backside against his manhood in an unwitting expression of her pleasure.
Moving his lips over her neck to clasp the lobe of her ear, she heard him ask in a quiet tone, "Are you ready to take off your top?"
Becky's mouth was dry but his request seemed no more than reasonable after all they had already shared and the words of her husband came back to her to remind her that this was what he had wanted.
"I think so," she murmured in a dry voice, trying to draw herself away from Jack's embracing arms and give herself room to move to release the garment from her body.
"No. Let me do it," he murmured. "Please. I'd like to."
There was something incredibly daring in his request. Not only would she be exposing the never before seen parts of her body to someone who was not her husband; she was going to let this other man, this black man, undress her. It was a request that had a dangerous appeal that meant that, with but the briefest of pauses, Becky nodded her consent
"Thank you. Now kiss me again first."
Becky turned her face towards his in readiness to take his mouth against hers and revel once more in the feel of his fat lips moving delicately over hers but he spoke again before their lips met: "Give me your tongue," he whispered hoarsely.
Becky's response was unthinking and immediate. She stuck her tongue out towards him and felt him clasp it between his lips to start sucking at it in a way that brought a new and heady excitement in its train. With the feel of his lips and his teeth grazing over it, she started to use her own lips to suck and pull at his in a kiss that had a new fever about it, a fever that seemed to become more intense with every long-drawn out moment.
Eventually he took his mouth away from hers to look into her eyes while drawing his hand away from her breast to slip it between their bodies and fumble with the clip that was holding her bikini top in place. Becky leaned forward slightly, arching her back as she did so to give his fingers room to slip beneath the narrow band of cloth, unclip the clasp and slowly pull the two parts of the now separated material apart.
Conscious of her bikini falling loose, she somehow managed to resist the impulse to clasp her hand before her and retain it in place about her body. Moving slowly, Jack gently eased the garment free, gradually exposing the naked roundness of her breasts to the gaze of the enthralled photographers. At last throwing the flimsy strip aside, her breasts were fully revealed, their ripe fullness in open view. The two orbs were had no need of any support but stood proud and rounded from her body, arching over her rib cage as twin domes with their white skin drawn taut and looking smooth and flawless apart from the enticing disks of her areolas that were showing like two pink crowns. At the same time, the feel of the air slightly cool on her nipples prompted a flush of blood to rise within them and so thrust their paler tones away from the twin spheres from which they had erupted.
Glancing downwards, Becky was surprised to see how far her nipples were extended. They seemed thicker than she had ever known before and the blood within them was creating a delicous ache of pleasure. At the same she time felt a sense of visual excitement when she watched Jack's hands creeping around her waist and the way their rich black tones stood out in an almost dazzling visual contrast against the whiteness of her skin.
"They are perfect," he whispered in her ear. "Just as I said. Perfect."
The praise was rewarding. They were the words she had needed to hear to give her confidence and whatever tension she might have been feeling fell away to allow her to enjoy this new and entirely novel experience.
Leaning back against him to replace her bottom against the still strident hardness of his shaft and with her eyes still glued upon his hands, she thrilled to the chiaroscuro effect they made against the pallor of her body. They were stroking lightly over the face of her stomach and she watched them begin to move apart, one to ease its way lower and the other to inch steadily higher.
As the lower hand reached the waistline of her bikini, she saw his fingers pull at the elastic before his hand moved lower to cover the solid curve of her mound as it had before. At that moment his other hand touched for the first time against the bare skin of her breast. As before, the contact was light but now he took his right hand away from her groin to place it alongside the other beneath the lower face of her right breast.
The sensations soaring through her breasts were almost intolerably exciting but it was an excitement that grew as she saw and felt his black hands beginning to stroke their way over and around the smooth white skin of the two mounds. His caress was gentle and unthreatening but incredibly pleasing but it was a pleasure that grew even more as he placed one hand fully over each breast to encase it within his palms and gently squeeze at the resilient flesh.
The action brought a faint moan to her mouth and prompted her to undulate the cheeks of her bottom even more positively against the shape of his hard erection. It was a moan that came again as she felt him place his fingers against her nipples, first to squeeze gently at them and then to pull them away from the flesh of her breasts before letting them spring back again and then to rub vigorously at each tender but protruding bud with the balls of his thumbs.
Utterly enthralled by the magic of the sensations raging through the flesh of her breasts and aware only of the glorious heat she could feel burning within them, Becky pulled Jack's head back to hers and clamped her mouth over his before thrusting her tongue into his where, for the first time, their tongues touched one against the other. This, too, was new in the sweetness of the sensations it was bringing her as their tongues started a dance of shared delight which continued as he drove his tongue forward and she took it into her own mouth.
There was no diffidence or shyness about this kiss. The last of Becky's inhibitions had gone and this became a kiss of pure passion, so much so that she dropped her hand from behind his neck and turned to face him to allow him to sweep her into his arms. Now her naked breasts were in contact with the hardness of his chest, with the pressure they were exerting as they held each other ever more tightly serving to crush the soft white mounds against the black torso of his masculine frame.
Each was aware as never before of the body of the other and Becky responded to the thrusting of Jack's hips towards her with a similar action of her own to bring the powerful force of his erection into even greater prominence against the soft curve of her tummy. Her body, mind and emotions had been taken to sexual and sensual heights they had never scaled before and meant that she followed him willingly when he lowered himself to the sand.
With her body happily stretched out beside his and with their bodies locked together in the same passionate embrace, his hand continued to squeeze and caress her breast while the hardness of his manhood remained as a heated force pulsing against her. It was with a sense of disappointment that she felt him release his hold of her breast before he then broke his mouth from hers and ease his hand down over her thigh to hook it behind her knee. Staring deep into her eyes he tugged at her leg but she failed to respond as he had hoped. It was only a momentary hesitation, however, and she almost immediately let him drag her knee over his thighs to open herself as she had when she had been straddling him.
The same golden glow came to her abdomen but their kisses and the live feel of him against her backside and tummy had already stoked the fires and there was a new intensity to the heat of the pleasure she was now feeling. It was a heat that gained a furnace like strength when he repositioned himself to press his groin between her thighs and force the end of his hard rod against the gusset clad softness of the most sensitive and intimate part of her body. Sheltered only by her bikini and his shorts, his manhood first rested and then started to move against the maw of her womanhood to set new levels of sheer delight raging in her already bewitched mind.
Jack restored his hand to her waiting breast, clutching at the flesh, rubbing his palm over the smooth skin and tweaking her nipple with his finger and thumb, squeezing and releasing it, extending it and pressing its bullet-like form into the bower from which it had sprung. As he did so, she rotated her abdomen, thrilling to the wondrous feel of his manhood pressing through the protective shelter of her bikini and against the very jaws of her chute of love to prompt a warm release of moisture that dampened the material.
With the ending of this kiss, they looked again into each other's eyes with a warmth that spoke of their mutual delight. Becky touched her tongue against his lips and gloried in the feel of his tongue coming to meet and dance with hers in a dainty duet.
Jack was the first to break the silence. "Hold me," |he said.
Becky looked at him questioningly, not really understanding his words as she was already holding him tight within her arms.
"Like this," he breathed, taking hold of her hand to pull it from his back and drag it between them. As he did so he rolled his lower body a short distance away from hers and slowly but deliberately placed her hand against his swollen shaft.
Becky gasped out loud and immediately tried to draw her hand away but he held it securely in place. Even through the material of his shorts its heat and hardness took her by surprise and in an almost involuntarily reaction she found herself trying to wrap her fingers around its thick shape.
Reassured by the movement of her fingers, Jack released her hand. Consumed by curiosity, she left it in place, her fingers gently moving over the hard tent in his shorts before being overtaken by a sudden shyness that made her take it away.
Becky's cautious hesitancy did not prevent her from responding when he kissed her again. This kiss, although still passionate, was gentler and, in some ways, more sensuous as well, while the fever of her physical and mental sensitivities remained at the same all-consuming and wondrous level.
Midway through this kiss, Jack again placed her hand on his erection but this time she promptly closed her fingers about it before rubbing them up and down over its length as she tried to assess its size. Its feel beneath her hand was powerful and impressive in a way that gave her the courage to move her hand more freely and with increasing pressure over and against the proud thrusting force of his rod.
"Hold me properly," he murmured against her lips. "Please."
Becky lacked the confidence to respond to his request and felt a real doubt about whether she could go that far. It meant that, although she continued to squeeze and rub against his length, she made no attempt to meet his wishes.
Sensing her uncertainty, Jack rolled onto his back and with a lifting of his hips, thrust his hand beneath the waistband of his shorts before forcing them down over his thighs to bring his black manhood into full view.
Utterly spellbound, Becky was unable to remove her gaze from the rigid form of his erect rod. It was the first man she had ever seen other than her husband and her curious eyes roved avidly over the exposed length of his naked mast. She did not know why, but she was surprised as much by its blackness as by its size. It angled upright from the mass of curled hair at his groin, standing rigid like a thick, black pole with its bulbous helmet a deep purple in colour and bearing a dark slit at its summit. Its skin, drawn tight, seemed to gleam in the sunlight with the vein that coiled along its length showing strongly beneath the tight skin. It was longer as well as thicker than she had expected and the pulsating movements as it twitched at regular and frequent interval seemed to give it a life and a vitality of its own.
Unable to help herself, she cautiously stretched out an inquisitive finger to rest it lightly against the midpoint of his upright rod. Its heat and its hardness were immediately apparent but her white hand seemed small, even dainty, against its strident black force. With her need to discover more about him growing with each passing second, she slowly ran her fingertip up over the length of him, rubbing it gently against the sheen of the tightly stretched skin immediately beneath his glans before circling it around the prominent rim at the base of his heavy helmet and then easing it on over the purple and bulging dome to its domed head where she brought her thumb to join her finger and started to rub the thin slit at its summit.
By now utterly oblivious of all else, Becky made her finger re-trace its route but this time took it to the very base of his hard rod where it sprang so proudly from the tumbled curls of his pubic hair. Again she moved her finger back towards the mid-point of his shaft where she hesitated for only the briefest moment before resting her palm against its hot, hard surface and tried to wind her fingers around it to take it within her curious grip. Again she was surprised by its solidity. It had the rigidity of forged steel with an inbuilt heat and a powerful pulse beating through its thick mass. Her hand, although wrapped around it, still seemed small and dainty, its whiteness dominated by the stark, compelling blackness of his skin to make a dangerously appealing and wildly erotic vision that sent an unbidden tremor of excitement coursing through her body. With difficulty she was just able to bring her middle finger to meet her thumb as they tried to completely encircle the thick girth of his manhood, forcing her to draw an unwelcome comparison with her husband and to wonder at the strength and power of the black man who had already brought her such sweet pleasure.
With ever increasing confidence but still curious, she drew her clenched fist up over the length of his thick shaft, drawing its casing of skin within her tight grip to stretch it over the bulging crown of his glans before releasing it to grasp the swollen shape of his helmet within the palm of her hand. It filled her hand and its surface was faintly soft but was no more than a cushion sheltering its underlying solidity while its skin felt smooth as velvet, prompting her to rub and roll her palm over its conical mas.
Fascinated by the vivid force of the image, her white hand showing in stark contrast to the thick black strength of Jack's solid mast, and by the sheer sense of power it portrayed, Becky found herself thrilling in the knowledge that it was she who had aroused this black man and brought his erection to such impressive and rigid life. With her excitement now at a new peak, her hand continued its voyage of discovery.
Becky's movements, curious but also guileless because of her naive innocence, were tantalising in the extreme and brought a faint moan of undiluted pleasure from the back of Jack's throat. The sound to her ears was encouraging as well as flattering. It was a clear measure of the pleasure she was giving and added to the feeling of power she had over him. It was also a mark of her new-found sensual skills, skills that were increasing with every passing moment, and was enough to encourage her to prolong, enlarge and extend the movement of her hand over the rigid length of his black manhood.
With growing confidence, she slowly drew her hand to the thick base of his rod before twisting her fingers through the thick black curls of his pubic hair and moving them on to bring them to rest against the face of the sack of skin that hung beneath. It was coarse to her touch, its surface rough and highly textured but, as she let her fingers roam further, they found and felt one of the two oval balls that rested within. Moving her fingers over it in a lazy, circular motion, they quickly found the second firm and egg-shaped lump and she let her fingers move softly over them both before squeezing gently at their hard shape and then rolling one against the other.
The sound of another hoarse groan gurgling from Jack's mouth brought a little smile of pleasure to Becky's face and she prolonged her movements for a long moment before bringing her hand back to the hardness of his erection. This time she wound her fingers around its girth. Its black length seemed to tower over her white hand and its thickness was so great that she was only just able to stretch the tip of her middle finger far enough to touch it against her thumb. The hardness and heat she could feel within it were impressive as was the throb of life she could feel pulsing within it and she dragged her clenched hand up over the full length of it, drawing its casing of skin with her until it all but covered the purple crown of his helmet before taking her clenched hand back down to its base to concertina the skin in a tight bundle around its thick base.
It was a movement she repeated, at first slowly and then quickly before again moving it slowly, each time drawing her closed fist from the foot of his manhood to its rounded head and back again. Sometimes she held her hand loosely about the solidity of his shaft and at other times she tightened her grip, closing her fingers and thumb forcefully around its thickness as her hand continued to pump upwards and downwards over its length.
To her surprise, Becky noticed a large drop of liquid seeping unexpectedly from the thin slit at the head of his purple glans. With the shape and colour of a translucent pearl, it was, she knew, an early forerunner of the ejaculation she suddenly realised that she wanted to draw from him. She felt an impatient need both to see his seed coming from him, to look at and feel its texture, heat and viscosity on her hand and to compare it with that of her white husband. Would that of a black man be similar to or would it be different, how would its volume and density compare and might it be as rich and fertile as that of the only other man she had known?
These were questions Becky knew she had to answer but at the same time she felt an urge to bend her head forward and take the bright bubble of liquid into her mouth. She had always rejected David's pleading for her to take his manhood into her mouth and bring him off by sucking and licking at it but now she was feeling a real temptation to do just that for this black man. Somehow she managed to resist but it did not stop her from moving her hand to clutch and squeeze at the cushioned bulb of his glans and take the warm liquid on to her finger. Looking at the sticky moistness, she took her hand away from him and lifted it to her face to place her finger within her mouth.
It was the first time Becky's mouth and tongue had ever sampled the life giving fluids of a man. They tasted warm with a pungent, slightly acrid flavour, a taste which was both salty and faintly metallic but distinct and unique and not at all unpleasant to her palette. They heightened her sense of daring and with the tart tang of his fertile fluids still on her tongue and teasing her taste buds, she returned her hand to his shaft to retake hold of it within a tight, squeezing embrace.
Continuing to hold him as tightly as she was able, she resumed the pumping motion of her hand, taking it up and down the whole length of his solid hard rod from its base to its tip and back again but this time with greater speed and a new sense of urgency. Her reward was to hear another faint moan come from him and she tore her eyes away from the almost mystical image of her white hand moving over the blackness of Jack's virile and powerful manhood to look at him with a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"That's so good," he muttered and turned sideways side to face her, at the same time placing his fingers under her chin to hold her head in place as he kissed her lightly on the lips.
Becky response was as immediate as it was instinctive. She offered him her tongue, thrusting its tip forwards and pushing it between his soft, thick lips to let him start sucking at its form with an eagerness that sent a sweet shiver of pleasure down her spine. Sensing this, Jack wound his hand behind her back and used his strength to draw her body tight against his. It was an action that left her arm crushed between them and she reluctantly released her grip of his shaft to withdraw it and then wrap it behind him.
Holding each other tightly and with their mouths and tongues engaged in the delightful dance of their kiss, Becky could not help but be aware of the length of his rod pressing against her belly. It felt as hot and solid as ever but seemed to have acquired an extra heat that blazed demandingly and enticingly where its bare skin was touching against hers above the line of her bikini.
Arching herself tightly against him and moving her stomach muscles with supple little contractions to shape herself more closely to him, she felt his hand plunge beneath the elastic strap of her bikini and clutch tightly at the bare globe of her bottom. It was an action that seemed only to heighten the magic of the moment and when she felt his hand force its way underneath her hip and pull at her body, she responded without thought by lifting herself slightly up from the sand.
Jack's reaction was immediate. With a bending of his hand and wrist and a sharp tug, he dragged her bikini bottom down over her hips to her thighs. It was only now that she realised that he was completing his undressing of her but by this time it was too late and she found that she did not really mind as she was able to feel the full length of his rod throbbing against her tummy's bare skin. It meant that, as he lowered her bikini past her knees, she bent her legs to let him draw it down over her calves and off her uppermost foot to leave the flimsy garment hanging about her other ankle. With their lips and tongue still joined in their dance of mutual delight, she kicked her other foot several times until she at last succeeded in casting her bikini, her final item of clothing, to one side and was lying completely naked in the arms of the black man whose tongue was still probing far into the welcoming recess of her mouth as their kiss gained a new level of intensity.
Using the hand that was still behind Becky's knee and glimpsing from of the corner of his eye the splash of colour thrown up by her bikini as it landed on the sand a few feet away from them, Jack promptly started to pull at her leg in an attempt to draw it over his upper thigh. Naively, thinking by now of little else but the pleasure she was experiencing and without appreciating the significance of what she was doing, she made little effort to resist him.
It was only when she felt his hand move from its position on the back of her leg and start to ease its way slowly upwards over the inner side of her lower thigh that she came to recognise that she had opened the essential core of her womanhood to him and that his hand now had an easy and unobstructed route to the sacred centre of her most secret self. Her first instinct was to draw her leg back and close herself to him but her emotions and her sensory perceptions had reached such an unprecedented high point that she also felt an almost desperate need to grant him the access he was seeking. She tried to persuade herself that it seemed only fair to return the compliment he had already paid her by letting him touch and fondle him in the most intimate manner but she knew in her heart of hearts that this was no more than a trivial excuse: her desire was at such a peak that her real wish was to feel his fingers at the entrance to the maw of her woman's sheath and even within it and so heighten even further the exquisite levels of pleasure she was already experiencing.
With her mind aware only on the slow movement of Jack's hand over the silken smoothness of her inner thigh, Becky took her mouth away from his. They had entered a world of their own and each was conscious only of the other as they looked at one another with a close intensity.
Noticing that her teeth were clamped nervously over her lower lip, he deliberately slowed the movement of his hand, concentrating instead on tracing his fingertips in a circular pattern over the smooth and sensitive skin that lay just a brief distance from the head of her thigh and its meeting point with her groin. The stroking caress was sweet as well as tantalising. Although she was still both nervous and a little fearful, her need to feel his fingers within her seemed to be gathering pace with every passing second. Driven by her desire, she moved her thigh slightly higher over his leg in an attempt to persuade his fingers to complete their voyage of exploration and discover for themselves the flower of her femininity that she was now more than ready to make free for him.
Moving carefully, Jack slowly eased his fingers higher, stroking their tips over the swollen roll of flesh at the uppermost point of her inner thigh. Her skin felt as smooth as silk but soft, warm and curved. It was an appeal he could no longer resist and he moved in a sudden haste to touch the length of his fingers against the two soft curves of flesh lying one on each side of the lips that stood as guardians to her woman's sweet channel of love.
Seeing that she was still gnawing at her lower lip, he let his fingers rest unmoving against the sensitive bands of tender skin. There they lay, close to the vital core of her woman's body, remaining unmoving for a long moment before he started to stroke at the tender and receptive skin. He felt Becky's body squirm against his, bringing her breasts to press even more tightly against his chest and promptly brought his fingers together to rest them along the line of her soft lips.
That first contact brought a gasp of surprise and pleasure to Becky's mouth. His touch sent a current of electricity soaring to her brain. Although similar to that she had always known when her husband touched her, this was a sensation that had a new and extreme intensity and brought a measure of delight that was beyond anything she had known before. Her body squirmed against his yet again in an expression of her joy.
The heat within the soft petals of flesh and the free flow of her love juices coating Jack's fingers with their smooth, honeyed heat spoke clearly of the high state of her arousal and were confirmation of her readiness for the full and final act of sexual union. The promise they held, their volume, warmth and soft smoothness, confirmed that the young white wife, still little more than a bride, was an intensely sensual woman and his guess was that hers was a passion that had yet to be fully explored, released and fulfilled.
Moving with deliberate care, Jack rubbed the length of his straightened finger along the soft, moist line of her entrance lips, taking it in a smooth and repeating pattern from front to back and back to front again but with varying degrees of pressure that served only to enhance the sublime pleasure Becky was already feeling. Then, with a suddenness that surprised her, he bent his finger at the knuckle and pressed its tip between her lips and into her body.
Becky gasped out loud, instinctively drawing back from his finger before restoring her lower body to the exactly same position to allow its gentle probing to take possession of her once more and resume its exploration. Jack saw that she had now stopped biting her lower lip and that her mouth was shaped in an open circle of surprise and pleasure as she concentrated her all on the feeling of his finger within her and revelled in the sensations it was bringing to life.
With the change in the expression on Becky's face, Jack straightened his finger and pressed its full length inside her and began to stroke its tip against the soft walls of her wet chamber of love. To his delight he saw her expression change from one of surprise to a small smile of excitement, acceptance and pleasure. It was the only encouragement he needed to start to explore more deeply within her and to test the soft flexibility of her inner walls by stroking at the heated moistness of their almost smooth surface. They felt soft and pliable, hot and wet to his touch and close-fitting as well, persuading him to thrust a second finger within her to bring a quiet whimper of pleasure to her mouth.
Moving his fingers sometimes as one and sometimes independently, he started his exploration of the innermost secret of her woman's body, probing deeply as he stretched and spread wide her receptive sheath but without resting for long in any one place. Then, bringing both fingers together and keeping them straight and stiff, he started to withdraw them from her body only to re-enter her again in an action he continued for a long while, the nectar of her love juices making his movements slick and easy as he pressed them deep inside her only to take them away again in a slow and repeating rhythm.
Overawed by the pleasure coming from his movements, Becky let another whimper escape from her mouth, this one louder and more protracted than the previous one. Hearing this, Jack brought his thumb into play, rubbing it against the thin fold of flesh that shielded her clitoris before squeezing it gently against his forefinger and then moving it aside to rub the ball of his thumb over the small but highly sensitive bud. The sensations he was inducing brought another moan of heartfelt pleasure from Becky's mouth and he began to vary the pressure he was exerting against the little knob, rubbing sometimes hard and sometimes lightly, at its firm but small form.
As he was doing this, Jack re-adjusted the position of his body, forcing it slightly downwards until the lengthy hardness of his manhood was no longer compressed against the face of her soft tummy but was instead resting between her thighs and a little distance away from his hand. Knowing what he had done, Becky felt a moment of alarm but the persuasive and appealing movement of his fingers within her along with his teasing movements upon her clitoris were irresistible and were enough for this fear to be quickly dismissed and allow her to luxuriate in the new experiences and sensations that were consuming her with their intense and joyous appeal.
Impatient but anxious not to frighten her, Jack moved slowly, withdrawing his fingers from her heated chute to take hold of his rod and steer its head until it touched for the first time against the softness and the moist heat of the lips at the jaws of her womanhood.
Becky started back in shock but relaxed again as she felt the plump round head begin to move up and down along the shallow furrow, its touch velvet smooth and reassuring in the delicate precision of his carefully controlled caress. Shock waves of pleasure started to rage deep within her abdomen, forcing a noise somewhere between a groan and a sharp intake of breath to come from the far back of her throat. It was a pleasure with a potency that was new to her, full of a promise and excitement that was also threatening and frightening. It was at once beguiling and sensational, demanding and dangerous but she had no wish to bring it to an end and happily let Jack continue to run the blunt head of his glans along and over the line of her lips in a seemingly endless pattern that served only to amplify her pleasure.
"Can I put it in?" he asked in a quiet voice.
Becky looked at him, her alarm and fear obvious in her eyes as she shook her head. "We can't. You know we mustn't."
Jack smiled gently and continued to run the dome of his helmet teasingly along her lips, changing the pressure he was exerting in a way that sometimes threatened to part them. They felt heated and sodden against him, telling him of her need while her words spoke only of her fear.
"I want to put it in you."
Becky shook her head, determined that she could not and would not make this ultimate act of betrayal but her hunger was growing apace and her resistance was lessening. It was a losing battle: the movement of his glans over the softly yielding entrance to her chute of love was persuasive and demanding, carrying with it a real promise of greater pleasures to come.
"Let me put it inside you," he repeated. "It'll feel so good. For both of us."
Becky looked at him, her eyes wide open and her throat dry. Her mind was in conflict but her body was demanding the satisfaction that she knew that only the act of sex could bring.
"I'm scared," she muttered.
"Sshh! Don't be. It'll be good. I promise," Jack whispered in the same quiet voice.
In silence he continued to run the head of his shaft against the soft crease that marked the entrance to her woman's body. They were movements that were tantalising and unbearably sweet, almost irresistible in their promise.
"Let me put it in."
Becky looked into his eyes for a long moment, fighting against a level of desire that was rising with every passing moment, before moving her head in an involuntary if barely discernible nod.
Jack's response was immediate. With all the skill and expertise in his possession, built of his long and extensive experience, he used his fingers to separate the wet folds of her soft lips, parting them wide before his helmet to slowly press his body towards her and ease the bulbous head of his rod between them until the full bulk of his glans was lying within her.
Once again Becky's mouth had formed itself into an open circle but her breath was frozen in her lungs as she concentrated her all on the feel of him within her. His helmet was far bulkier than her husband's and its plum-shaped mass seemed to have filled her already. Its shape was clear and distinct and she could feel the rim at its wide base etching itself into the soft flesh on the inner face of her lips of love.
Jack paused for a moment, wisely giving her the opportunity to acclimatise to his alien presence within her whilst also allowing her time to recognise the strength of her need and her readiness to take more of him inside her.
Eventually, with his need to complete his possession of the beautiful young wife growing almost intolerable, he used his weight to gently force her over on to her back and followed her to lay his body on hers for her to take the weight of another man's body for the first time. In rolling over she had placed her feet flat on the sand to leave her knees bent up beside his thighs. It was a position that felt comfortable as did the feel of his weight pressing her back into the soft sand beneath her. She saw that the white mounds of her full breasts were lying crushed against his black chest. Somehow it added a new and exciting dimension to what was happening, as did the sight of her white thighs and legs framing his lower torso. The colour contrast was stark, even dangerous but compelling and somehow seemed to add a layer of excitement and anticipation to the already wondrous joys of her arousal.
Jack placed his hands beneath her bottom, holding one cheek in each hand to hold her in place as he started to press his lower body forward and push his black manhood ever further within the soft and secret clutch of her white body.
The plump head of his helmet seemed to be opening her wider than Becky had ever known. It eased itself slowly deeper, separating her inner walls with an effortless ease as the length of his rod probed higher, reaching further than her husband had ever reached and stretching her wide as its hard, swollen mass began to fill her ever more completely. It felt long, hard and thick within her, hot and throbbing vibrantly with a strength and a life of its own as it plunged higher and further until she knew from the feel of Jack's pelvic bone against hers that its penetration was at last complete. His shaft was a thick but vibrant thing within her, throbbing with a life and a demand of its own. The natural elasticity of her inner sheath and the flow of her love fluids had allowed her to take him to her body with surprising ease. It was a magnificent fulfilment of the desire that had been growing within her for so long and she felt an added thrill of pleasure to hear Jack groan out loud at the feel of the tight clasp of the cushioned softness of her inner walls about his rod.
Jack began to sense a change in Becky. Her arms were tightening about his body and he could feel her internal muscles contracting and relaxing around the hardness of his swollen mast as she started to mould her inner self to him. The feel of him riding so high within her and filling her so completely was a new and divine experience and she undulated her lower body against his in an attempt to burn the feel of his magnificent hard rod within her tactile memory. Able to sense every vein lining its length, every ridge and contour of its heavily throbbing presence burning against the soft heat of her inner muscles, it had filled her as she had never been filled before to bring wondrous new sensations that were coursing unrestrained through every fibre of her being.
"O-o-o-h-h! Mmmmmm!"
Becky's moan of pleasure was loud and undisguised, telling Jack that her surrender and her commitment were both complete. He hooked his hands beneath her knees and drew her legs over his thighs to drape her ankles over them in an action that seemed to her to allow an even deeper and more pleasing penetration. She kissed him softly, brushing her lips over his and kissing the corners of his mouth with a light and tender touch. His breath was warm and mingled with hers and she clung tightly to him as they continued to shape themselves to one another with subtle little movements of their bodies. With Jack constantly changing his position slightly within her, re-positioning himself a little at every moment, she in her turn began to emphasise the internal movements of her soaking but heated sheath around his hardness, abandoning herself totally to the physical joy of their union as a man and a woman.
Swept along on a tide of unprecedented delight, Becky felt a completeness that was knew and never to be forgotten. It was something her instincts had always told her was there, waiting only to be discovered and yet those same instincts were now screaming at her with the promise that something even more spectacular was hovering within her reach. They prompted her to exaggerate the movements of her inner self about the strident force of his hard manhood as it rose deep within her, impaling her with its strength and vitality as it too continued to move and throb within her.
The sensations she was experiencing were like nothing Becky had ever experienced before. There was a heated and deep-seated pleasure that was new and rewarding, bringing her a physical joy unlike anything she had known before and taking her to previously undiscovered heights of sheer delight. The sensations seemed to radiate form the epicentre of their union and the base Jack had established deep within her with the length and girth of his shaft a living thing within her. Its presence had become vital to her well-being but to her unbelievable joy, the strength of those sensations was growing rapidly. They were almost intolerably exciting until, with a suddenness that took her by surprise, they suddenly exploded deep within her to send wave after wave of sheer wonder and delight through her whole body and consume her with their glorious force.
Although knowing it was not so, Becky almost found herself wondering whether she was about to have a seizure. She had lost all semblance of control over her limbs, her head was bent far back, her mouth was gaping wide as she struggled to feed her lungs with air and her body had stiffened. Her back was arched high beneath Jack's body as she lifted her hips from the sand beneath her to draw herself even closer to the man who had taken her to the very first and unbelievably wonderful climax of her life. At the same time her body was writhing uncontrollably and long drawn out mewls of gratitude spewed from her in a vocal, almost animal-like, statement of carnal pleasure. . For a long moment she was lost in another world, aware only of the passion of the moment and the reward it was bringing as the tidal wave of her climax took her under its total control.
Using his hands for leverage, Jack lifted his upper body away from her and looked down at the blonde wife who was lying beneath him. Her lovely face bore an expression of pure pleasure. Her eyes were open wide and staring unseeingly at him whilst her mouth was gaping and slack as she struggled to draw air into her empty lungs. Her forehead and upper lip were beaded with sweat and the blonde tresses of her hair were spread around her head in a tangled mass that had unfurled over the towel and sand on which they joined together to become as one. Her nipples, firm, proud and pink, projected like blunt headed bullets from the full round flesh of the perfect globes of her white breasts. Their marbled tones were showing in a stark and appealing contrast with the deep ebony tones of his own skin, offering an added element of excitement to his triumph over of the young white wife whose succulent sheath was still clasping and undulating about the length of his manhood as it pulsed high and far within her.
When she at last began to descend from the thrill of her first climax and felt some degree of normalcy returning to her mind as well as her limbs, Becky looked up into the face of her black lover with a smile of pure pleasure playing upon her lips.
"Mmmmmm!" she whispered gratefully in a voice that only Jack could hear.
"Good?" he asked in the same quiet tone,
"Mmmmmm!" Becky grinned up at him, undulating the muscled walls of her soft and soaking inner chute of love over and around the solid strength of his manhood. The feel of its heat and hardness lying buried inside her had somehow become more thrilling and exciting as though to express its own appreciation. Almost overwhelmed by the wonderful after-shocks of her ever first climax and with a need to tell him of her gratitude, she touched her mouth gently against his in a light but passionate kiss while at the same time tightening her arms about his torso to pull him back down to her to again take the weight of his body upon hers.
As the kiss ended, Jack looked deep into her eyes, his gaze unblinking as he eased his lower body away from hers to slowly withdraw the length of his hard manhood away from the cushioned embrace of her inner body, taking it from her until the swollen bulb of his helmet reached the sodden lips of her sweet sheath. There he paused before pushing himself forward, gradually returning his solid rod to the soft clutch of her heated envelope. His entry was smooth and easy and Becky took him back inside her with a faint sigh that told him of her pleasure.
It was an action he repeated and as she became familiar with it Becky slowly began to respond by clasping her inner-self around his hardness as he took it away from her and by pressing her pelvis towards him to aid his welcome return to the sumptuous bower of her body. Making herself match his movements in every way possible, her responses became ever more committed as she opened herself to receive him back into her body and held her moist sleeve closely about him as he made each withdrawal, the heat and soft rippling embrace of her inner walls adding to the high intensity of the pleasure they were sharing.
It was a sequence of movement that continued, with each matching the other with a skill and a confidence that was growing. For Becky this was all so new: it was a delight that was beyond anything she had ever experienced before with the pleasure being prolonged for a far longer time than she had ever known with her husband. For Jack the young wife's beauty was matched by a sensuality and an unwavering willingness that left him overjoyed: her sheath was tight and yet yielding, heated and soft yet with its muscles rippling about his solid rod in a way that was exciting almost beyond endurance.
In a movement that caught her by surprise, Jack suddenly thrust his hands under her bottom and with a heave dragged her lower body upwards and away from the ground beneath her as he lifted himself to his knees. By his actions he had raised the trunk of her body high in the air, arching it away from the sand on which she had been lying, and compelling her to move her clasping thighs up towards his waistline whilst at the same time tightening the grip of her legs about him to ensure that she was able to retain his powerful pole of love safe within her and to prevent herself from falling away from it.
It was a position they held for a long moment without making any movement. In many ways his thick hard rod seemed to be filling her even more completely, emphasising the glory of his presence inside her and allowing her to feel even more clearly its every curve, rim and vein as it pulsed with life far within the secret depths of her softly yielding womanhood.
Jack withdrew from her, taking the solid length of his shaft almost completely from the embrace of her soft and silken sleeve only to drive it back into her with a new and powerful thrust while at the same pulling hard at the muscled cheeks of her bottom to drag her body firmly back to him.
Until this moment everything between them had happened with gentleness and Jack's sudden violence took Becky by surprise. There was a ferocity about every movement he was now making as he took his rod away from her again only to immediately drive it back into the far depths of her submissive body with a rough vigour that was startling and yet distinctly exciting as well. It was an action he repeated several times without pause, the force and strength of his movements forcing her to gasp repeatedly as she adapted to the new, almost cruel energy of his withdrawal from her sodden sheath and his almost immediate return deep inside her. The potent energy of his movements forced loud grunts from her mouth but, as she adapted to the new dynamism of his lovemaking she started to tighten her thighs about his waist and push her abdomen to meet him with every thrust that he made before relaxing her grip to allow his escape only to again clutch her legs tight around him to once more assist his deep penetration.
Their coupling had become a shared act of sex in its purist and simplest form, raw and untamed, unbridled and abandoned. The sheer vehemence of their actions was making them both sweat copiously but this was a minor, irrelevant discomfort as they both revelled in the sheer joy they were finding together as Jack took her and Becky surrendered to him. They were sharing an intensity of pleasure that was theirs and theirs alone as their violent but perfectly co-ordinated mating continued without pause.
With a swiftness that took them both by surprise, Becky was suddenly overwhelmed by a second climax, as thrilling as the first but perhaps even sweeter and more thrilling because of its unexpected and unheralded arrival as well as by its force. Every last breath seemed to escape from her lungs in a loud and extended sigh of pure pleasure as she lost all control of her limbs and abandoned herself to the tumultuous joy of the moment. Nothing else existed beyond the waves of sheer delight scrolling one after the other through her whole body and taking command of her mind: all that mattered was this moment, her black lover, the feel of his hard manhood throbbing deep within the soft embrace of her inner body and the huge joy she was finding with him.
When he at last saw that the raging force of her climax was starting to ease and that the tremors running through the body of the beautiful young wife were beginning to lessen, Jack lowered her back to the ground and let his weight rest on her body again to crush the proud orbs of her full breasts against his chest and to thrill to the feel of her legs wrapped tight around his waist to hold him in position.
"Was that good?" he asked in a quiet whisper.
"Oh! God! Y-e-e-s-s-s," came Becky's reply as she dragged his face towards hers to kiss him lightly upon the lips and force her tongue between his lips to probe for and lick against his.
The kiss was gentle and yet passionate, soft but intense and Jack marvelled at the feel of her tight sheath clasping at the length of his thickly swollen rod while she used the muscles in her thighs and lower abdomen to flex the soft walls of her inner sleeve about its thick girth.
"God! Yes!" she repeated quietly and for him alone as their kiss ended. "It feels so good."
Jack smiled down at her and slowly eased the length of his mast free from her before pressing it fully back between her inner walls to fully bury it deep inside her once again. The violence of their lovemaking had disappeared as quickly as it had come and now there was a smooth ease to their shared movements. He slipped the length of his rod free from the succulent embrace of her sheath before pressing it back inside her, the round head of his glans parting the soft walls to fill her with the throbbing length of his mighty rod before he withdrew it again. Each time he came to her she thrust her lower body forward, relaxing her inner muscles to allow his smooth and easy penetration before closing her inner self around his hardness to clench at the thick girth as he slowly slipped free.
The smooth ease of his movements, the entry and withdrawal of his hard manhood, its penetration and release, was matched by a harmonious response from Becky, a subtle tightening of her thighs about his waist, a slight rotation of her abdomen and a closing and relaxing of the soft, moist faces of her clasping chute. They were actions that were taking them both to the heights of pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to increase even further as the pace slowly began to increase but without losing any of the smoothness and with the length of his penetration remaining deep to fill her time after time with the vibrant strength of his black rod.
Becky knew instinctively that Jack must be nearing his climax and that soon she would be taking his seed into her body. She knew no fear nor guilt nor any sense of shame, only a sense of eager anticipation as she looked forward to the natural and inevitable conclusion of their lovemaking. She knew only that she wanted him and that she was now ready to complete their act of love in the only way possible. Her whole mind was focused on co-ordinating her actions with his, on meeting his every entry and closing herself about his solid length as he withdrew, of encouraging the deep, smooth movements of his black mast to and from the silken sheath of her body.
Still the pace of their movements increased but without force as they moved easily as one and surrendered their all to the sweet pleasure of the moment.
"Yes! Yes!" she whispered encouragingly and anxious to let him know that she was ready to become his. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it!" Becky had never before expressed her need in this way but her need was immense and she had to have him, to feel him coming inside her. "Do me! Do me!"
Becky's words and the knowledge that the beautiful white bride wanted him were enough to break Jacks will-power and control. He started to drive his hard manhood in and out of her body with a rapidity that brought with it a sudden, new and not to be denied promise. His breath was coming in loud gasps and the perspiration was running off his body while his movements were beginning to become ragged although never lacking in the depth of his penetration. To Becky, only too conscious of this, it felt almost as though his rod was becoming hotter within her and even growing a little in size and hardness.
"Yes, Yes." Becky's voice was shrill and loud, almost a scream. "Give it to me! Give it to me!"
With a roar, Jack drove himself into her again, this time more roughly to make it feel that had penetrated even deeper than before and suddenly she felt his hot fluids erupt from the dome of his glans, rushing free with an almost explosive force to soak deep within her. They felt thick and rich and she thrilled to the feel of him coming another four or five times before she knew he was spent.
Becky had taken the virile black man's seed far inside her white body in a surging torrent that soaked deep within her to meld freely with her own fast-flowing love juices in a fertile cocktail of love. The sensations radiating through her body were unique and dazzling and she felt a sense of triumph that quickly brought with it a climax of her own. It came in searing waves that reduced her to a quivering, trembling mass of a happy and delighted and fulfilled woman.
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Becky knew she had become a complete woman, that she had crossed the divide between adolescence and womanhood. It was something she should have discovered with her new husband but instead she had found it with her black lover. She felt a degree of physical contentment and a sense of satisfaction she might never have known until Jack made love to her. He had taken her to heights of ecstasy she could never have dreamed of until that day and had opened her eyes to the true delights to be found in the act of sex.
When their climax ended they kissed each other in gratitude and murmured soft words of shared pleasure to one another. It was at this point that Becky realised that he was still partially erect inside her, even though her legs had slipped from his waist ty rest one on each side of his thighs as he lay upon her.
"You're still hard," she exclaimed in awed surprise.
"We haven't finished yet," he said softly. "We've got the whole afternoon ahead of us."
Becky kissed him, growling inarticulately with unspoken pleasure before their lips separated. "O-o-oh-h! Do me again," she pleaded. "Do me again. I want you."
This time their love making was urgent and demanding but with the same matching unity of before and they came quickly to another shared climax that left them both breathless.
It was only then that she realised that they were alone on the beach and that the two photographers were gone. Jack had dismissed them shortly after he had spent his rich fluids inside her for the first time. They had left reluctantly as the original plan had been for Jack to seduce her first and for the three of them to then share the beautiful blonde but their lovemaking had been so good and she had shown herself to be such a sensual and responsive lover that he was no longer willing to share her and the two men obeyed Jack's instruction only because he was the head of their crew and they dared not fall foul of him.
They made love another four times that afternoon and once again the following evening when she sneaked out from a poolside party to be with him. That afternoon, and after much thought, she had checked to make sure that Jack had left no bite marks on her body when he had been kissing, licking and biting at her breasts and had shyly, almost demurely, removed her bikini top to lie topless in public for the first time. David had been delighted and, although at first diffident, Becky quickly found herself beginning to appreciate and then welcome the attention she attracted.
On the last day of her honeymoon Becky persuaded her husband to take a twelve hour fishing trip around the island and spent the whole time he was away in bed with Jack, enjoying their acts of sex to the full as they made love with a lust, a passion and an abandon that brought them both huge pleasure. Jack doubted whether he had ever had a lover as willing, as responsive and as sensual as Becky, nor one whose appetite so closely matched his own. Their lovemaking varied from the tender and the prolonged to the urgent and the rough but whatever he asked of her she was more than willing to give and frequently initiated matters as she revelled in her new found womanhood and learned how to use her body both to give pleasure and to enhance her own.
The last time they made love was when she and her husband were waiting in the hotel lobby for the bus to take them to the airport. Jack took her quickly in an empty office and she boarded the bus with the feel of his hardness still real within her and with the gusset of her panties damp with their shared love juices.
Sitting alongside her sleeping husband but unable to find sleep for herself, Becky spent much of the long flight home remembering her adventure and musing about the wondrous joy she had found from the act of sex. It made her realise that, having been taken by her black lover to such glorious heights of gratification she would be almost certainly be unable and unwilling to deny herself the pursuit of similar pleasure in future. It was then that she made up her mind that, unless her husband's lovemaking improved, she would have to seek satisfaction elsewhere.
Occasionally she found herself wondering what had happened to the photographs that had been taken of her making love to a black man on that tropical beach. She would have been horrified to learn that they had appeared on a premium interracial porn site and it was only a matter of good fortune that none of her friends or family had seen them as her face as well as the extent of her pleasure and her readiness to participate was only too clear.
And did Becky's husband learn how to to satisfy her? Sadly, and despite her best efforts to teach him, he remained an inadequate lover. Within a month of her return from her honeymoon she took the first of the many other lovers who were to feature in her future life.
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