Fantasy Island 8

“I’m sorry Kathy, I can’t go.” It was the words I dreaded to hear but had actually expected. “I’m really sorry but a week is just too long to get away right now.”

My friend was right, we really didn’t think she was going to be able to come with me on the trip, but I had no one else to invite. You see, I am a widower of 4 years, my husband died in a car accident and left me with our three children. The youngest is in her first year of college and when I won a trip for two to Jamaica, I thought it would be a chance for me to get away on a long, overdue vacation.

The problem was my friend and her family had already taken a vacation and her work just wouldn’t budge on giving her another week off right now. I had won the tropical getaway package at work for the highest sales in the past quarter and I felt like I deserved the break. A round trip for two to Jamaica, a week stay at a luxurious hotel and $1,000 dollars spending money was just too good to pass up. The problem was I just couldn’t find anyone to come with me. My oldest child has her 5-month-old to take care of and my other two kids have their college. My friend Jill was really the best shot and now with a day before we were supposed to leave, is telling me she can’t go.

“Well, that’s it. I guess I’m not going.” I pouted.

“Are you kidding?” Jill said. “You are crazy for passing this up!”

“What am I going to do all alone in Jamaica?” I asked.

“Rest, relax, enjoy the sights and most of all have some fun!” She said. “You’ll be at a good hotel; you’ll be safe and secure just as long as you stay by it.”

It really didn’t take much coxing. Since Greg passed away, I hadn’t done much in my life but work and raise the kids by myself. The life insurance put us in a comfortable situation but I went back into real estate and have had a good couple of years in sales. The one thing I haven’t done in a very long time is really let down my hair. I haven’t dated since my husband died and I can’t say I have really felt sexy or attractive in a while. My friends and family tell me it isn’t true and that I look good for my age but being single again at 45 isn’t easy.

I don’t have the body I once did but I wouldn’t call myself fat, just needing to firm up some. I still have nice breast that are D in cup size and I’m proud that they haven’t sagged after three kids. I just look in the mirror and feel like I’m average, but I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t admit that my sex drive is as strong as its ever been in my life. Not having any sex in years can not only be frustrating but it makes you crave it much more than when you are sexually active. Now that Jill wasn’t going to come along, I decided then and there that I might just use this trip as a way to get laid.

All the way during the flight, I was picturing what kind of guy I might just let get lucky with me. Maybe a businessman on some sort of convention or a divorcee on his first trip since ending his marriage. Of all the men, all of the types that I envisioned, I would have never guessed who I would end up fucking and giving me the experience of my life.

By the time I got to my beachside motel, it was late afternoon. As I was checking in, the hotel concierge gave me a run down of the best spots to hit and the activities the hotel had to offer. He also told me about the swimming pool and beach but then he also informed me that if I was comfortable there was a nude beach nearby, about half a mile east along the shore.

“Nude beach?” I asked in amazement.

“Yes ma’am, Jamaica is known for having some of the finest nude beaches in the world.” He informs me.

As I am escorted to my suite, I am still intrigued by what a nude beach is like. That night I sleep hard due to exhaustion from the flight but when I wake the next day, the intrigue of that nude beach has my curiosity. It is late in the afternoon when I make my way to the nude beach. It takes nearly 20 to 30 minutes by foot to reach, but soon I am greeted by a large sign that reads, “Attention, beyond this point you may encounter nude bathers.” After another five minutes of walking, I come across a sight that I have never witnessed in my life.

I had expected to maybe see a few topless women, but they were the minority. There were women who were completely naked as were most of the men. While I was in a one-piece bikini and a shirt over that, I felt out of place surrounded by so many people in the buff. While the sight of nude women was daunting, it was how many men walking around totally naked that had my heart racing. There were penises of all shapes, sizes, ages and colors all around me. If coming on this trip wasn’t pumping my libido up, looking at all this male genitalia around me was making it go through the roof.

I took out my blanket and spread it out. I sat there acting like I was trying to get some sun but I probably looked ridiculous because I forgot to take off my shirt. Of course, what I was doing was sitting there and checking out the view. Maybe it wasn’t lady like, but I was certainly looking at the goods all in front of me. While I scanned around there was one that really caught my eye and it was by far the most eye catching out there.

I suppose he was in his early 20’s but I wouldn’t be shocked if he was 18 or 19, he had a hard, athletic body with a six-pack stomach, chiseled chest and well-developed, muscular arms & legs. He looked to be 6’3” tall and he was black. If you would have told me a day or two earlier that I was have fixated on a much younger black man in a crowd of men, I would have laughed. I have never thought of a black man sexually before I laid eyes on him, I guess it was because I didn’t work or socialize with many. Of course, what really caught my attention, to be perfectly honest, was that he possessed the most remarkable cock I have ever laid eyes on.

While there were some big dicks in the crowd, his was mind-blowing, even from 20 yards away. It hung out, semi-erect at least 7 or 8 inches long and looked as thick as a banana. The head was half covered by his foreskin but looked to be several shades lighter than the shaft and rest of his body, which looked like melting chocolate with all of the oil that coated his skin. His body was smooth and silky looking. His balls were huge too, hanging low and complemented the whole package.

I had heard the old stereotypes about black men and their size but never really gave them much thought because I never really considered a man’s penis size important but seeing this monster in person was not only impressive, it was completely captivating. I’m not sure how long I was staring at it but it was long enough to get caught by the owner himself. When I saw him looking at me smiling, I quickly turned away, but it was too late he started to walk towards me.

If watching him as he talked to a couple of ladies wasn’t an attention grabber, the sight of his cock swinging heavily from right to left while he strode to me was breathtaking. Although he came up to me with a smile and a hello, I felt completely intimidated by the sight of him.

“Hi, I’m Gene. Are you American?” He asked in a thick Jamaican accent.

“Ummm, y..y..yes, I am.” I stumbled with my answer to such an easy question.

“What is your name pretty lady?” He asked still with a warm smile.

“Uh, K..K..Kathy.” Again, I found the simplest of questions hard to respond to. I was also having difficulty looking in his direction, as I would look all around embarrassed to make eye contact or to even look at his cock.

“Are you here on vacation with your husband?” He asked slyly. That was all I needed, a jolt of realization that he was feeling me out, for what I wasn’t sure but I wasn’t about to tell this intimidating stranger I was all alone. I stood up and collected my things.

“Where are you going Kathy?” Gene asked, he sounded genuinely concerned that he frightened me.

“I have to go back to my hotel, it’s getting late.” I said in a rush and I started to make my way to my hotel, but I looked behind me to get one more view of the astounding manhood of Gene’s. My God it was so huge and dark.

Back in my room I hit the bed early but I couldn’t go to sleep. I stayed up most of the night, tossing and turning thinking about Gene, his approach to me and most of all the picture of his incredible penis that was stamped in my memory. I was lucky to get the three or four hours of sleep I did but when I got out of bed, I felt like a woman possessed. I went into my bathroom and gave myself a long look in the mirror. Obviously, he was interested in me. Although he was too young for me, of a different race and not what I was normally attracted to, I couldn’t deny he lit a fire deep inside of me. I was determined to find him again and test my attraction and desire. When I first went to that beach, I was hornier than I have ever felt in my life and now the feeling has doubled, maybe tripled. I have never wanted or fantasized about a black man or a younger man but now I didn’t just want Gene, I needed him.

Once again by late afternoon, I made my way to the nude beach. I was only wearing a bikini bottom, a shirt and nothing else. When I made my way near the spot I was at yesterday, I pulled my shirt off, put some suntan lotion on me and looked out for Gene. To my bitter disappointment, he was nowhere to be seen. Although there were some nice-looking dicks all around, I was hell bent on finding the one that drove me crazy yesterday. Laying out on the hot beach, with a cool breeze coming from the ocean with nothing but a bikini bottom on was both exhilarating and relaxing. I felt so free and uninhibited. Sure, I felt a few glances from others admiring my breasts, but I wasn’t making a scene, just enjoying the rays of the sun.

Twenty minutes passed and I saw no sign of Gene, I kept looking around but couldn’t find him. I laid on my back and decided to just enjoy my first topless sunbathing. After several minutes, a familiar voice spoke to me. “Ah, Kathy. You have come back and decided to enjoy the freedom of our beach, yes?” His thick Jamaican accent was undeniable. I opened my eyes and saw the awesome sight of Gene standing there, naked of course and still sporting his semi-erect monster.

“Yes, I did.” I answered much more confidently and calmly this time. Although the sight of him excited me to a high level, I prepared myself to act cool when I saw him again.

“Do you mind if I join you?” My Jamaican fantasy asked. His demeanor was so pleasant and respectful, it was hard to say no.

“Sure!” I said with a smile. After running off yesterday, I didn’t want to give him the impression I was afraid anymore. Gene had a blanket in his hand and rolled it out next to mine.

“So, you are here on vacation? From the United States?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m here for a week.”

“Does your husband not like to come to the beach?” His questions obviously had a purpose, I knew it and I felt like he knew I was on to him. “I don’t mean to pry, but it is strange to see a lovely lady alone on the beach during her vacation.”

I smiled and decided to answer honestly. “No, I’m here alone.” Gene seemed shocked and motivated at the same time. I could tell this was exactly what he wanted to hear but I wasn’t afraid to let him know I was single, I actually wanted him to know.

For the next several minutes, Gene asked less personal questions like how I was enjoying Jamaica and if I had seen certain sites. He sounded like an ambassador for his country but most of all he was able to put me at ease by not playing the role of a predator. If he had come on too strong it might have turned me off, but he didn’t and I imagined he was seasoned at talking to tourist even though he was so young looking. It was a point I was curious about and asked him.

“How old are you Gene?” I asked.

He paused, I could tell this was a crucial question that he got asked and he wasn’t sure if the truth or a lie would serve him better at this point. “I’m almost 20.” He said with a smile.

“So, your 19? Wow!” I responded.

“Too young to talk to you?” He asked in a panic.

“No, of course not.” I almost said more but decided to refrain myself and not give away what I was actually thinking in my mind. It was soon that something stunning happened and that I almost lost my cool. While we talked, Gene’s cock became erect. As he spoke, laying with his arms propping him up, I caught the image of his cock sticking straight up in the air. It was easily 11 or 12” in length and as thick as my wrist. The head which was half covered with foreskin was now completely unsheathed and it just stood there, tall and rigid. It was then that my stammer returned and I became intimidated again.

“Um, wha..what do you, um...do for a ...uh living. Uh G..G..Gene?” I shuttered. Gene quickly figured out what had me totally flustered. I’m not sure he knew he was hard until my reaction but he also could tell how it completely made me lose my cool.

“You know, it is very crowded here. Would you like to take a walk? It is much less busy down this way.” His invitation sounded good to me; I would have actually followed him anywhere but somewhere more private sounded great. We gather our things and put both of our blankets in my beach bag, which Gene was kind enough to carry. We walked along the beach, I noticed his erection went back down to his semi-erect state, which made it easier to talk and concentrate, quite frankly.

After about twenty minutes the beach was becoming less crowded and there were fewer hotels and buildings along the shore. I asked Gene if I should put on my shirt and he said that we were still ok to walk around like this. Our conversation was pleasant and casual. Gene said he worked construction for his father and also was in a Reggae band. I told him that I sold houses back home. I also confessed that I lost my husband several years ago. As we walked, I noticed the jungle along the shore was getting denser and there were only a few people on the beach, but we kept walking. We must have walked a couple of miles by now.

Gene stopped and asked if I had any oil. I told him I had some suntan lotion and he asked if he could have some. I watched as Gene rubbed some all over his chest and arms. He then asked if I would apply some on his back. I nearly melted as I rubbed the lotion on his muscular manly backside. His skin was so smooth and youthful, yet hard with muscles. When he turned around, I quickly noticed his erection had returned.

“Oh!” I blurted in excitement and shock.

“I am so sorry; I get aroused so easily. I’m not embarrassing you am I Kathy?”

“No, no. Its just..” I paused, unsure how to put it.

“Its what?” Gene asked.

“I’m not used to seeing one so large or black.” I answered openly and honestly. Gene smiled.

“I understand. I have never talked to a white American woman. I am a little nervous and I guess my excitement has washed all through me.” His words really struck a chord deep in me. Could he be experiencing new and different thoughts like I was? We had so many differences between us; our age, our race, our nationalities. Yet, there was an unmistakable attraction, a silent building lure between us. I lost control, moved forward and went to kiss Gene. Our lips locked and he returned my kiss with passion. Our embrace became deeper and fervid each passing second. As we embraced, Gene’s cock touched my skin and it felt like a live wire, sending electricity through my body.

I pulled back and looked into Gene’s eyes. “I want you.” I said in a lustful, yearning tone.

Gene said, “I know a place we can be alone” and took my hand. We continued about five or ten minutes along the shore. The whole time Gene’s giant cock was completely engorged and just swung left and right. It was making me completely wet and flustered. There wasn’t a person in sight when we turned into the thick jungle with no other signs of people or buildings. It took another five minutes to reach our destination. A place that Gene obviously was familiar with but that I saw for the first time.

It looked like paradise with a waterfall, a pool of fresh water and jungle foliage surrounding it. It was something out of a picture or a dream and when Gene turned to me to kiss me again, I knew it was the perfect spot. He dropped my beach bag and clutched me by my arms to pull me towards him. He kissed me deeply and passionately, I nearly melted in his hands from his masculine touch. Now that I knew we were alone and in this private paradise, I did something I had been dying to do for some time; I wrapped my hand around his magnificent cock. I quickly realized what I suspected that I couldn’t get my fingers around it and took my other hand to grip it. I moaned as the power of this enormous black cock occupied both of my hands, it was truly an unbelievable feeling to have a grip on this mighty ebony penis.

As we kissed, I just whimpered and moaned loudly. Gene knew I was putty in his hands but he just stoked the fire inside of me with powerful kisses and caressing touches on my breasts and back. I on the other hand was fumbling and handling his awesome package like a clumsy fool. It was really daunting being kissed like that while having the most impressive cock of my life in my hands. It wasn’t just the length, which was staggering, the girth of his cock was frightening, easily as thick as my wrist and so veiny. It felt like steel wrapped with soft rubber and with enough weight to make you realize It could be a pound or two of flesh. I couldn’t get over the fact that this was actually a man’s penis and not some kind of sex toy for an adventurous lady.

Gene might have been ready to ask me to go down on him, but he get a chance to say anything. I quickly got down on my knees and took a look up close at his dark beast. At 45 years old, I have never known the allure of interracial sex but at that very moment I understood it completely, without question and wondered why I had never thought of it before. The thought of what I was about to do excited me like nothing I had ever done before. My final thought as I opened my mouth wide was that I loved and missed my husband but I was about to open a new chapter in my life. One of extreme lust and fulfillment, as I put Gene’s big black cock deep in my mouth.

I coughed as it tickled the back of my tongue. In my excitement I took too much of it in my mouth which was easy, there was so much to suck but I was determined to put as much as I could the first time. As I tightened my mouth around his shaft, I was still amazed with how thick it was. Seeing in with your eyes was one thing, but actually having it in your mouth was unreal. I pulled my head back, letting his cock slide out of my mouth until his head met my lips and then went back deep on it, once again sputtering with it gagging me. I was determined to get as much as I could in my mouth since I was obviously not going to be able to swallow his massive dick.

Gene’s strong hand cupped the back of my head as I went back down on it with my mouth a third and fourth time. I soon realized it was hard to breath with my mouth stuffed and I pulled off of it to get some air. I looked up at this young stud. “19?” I said unbelieving. He just smiled and I went back on his youthful cock. He might have been as old as my youngest daughter, but I wasn’t going to argue morals at this point. His manhood was too impressive to worry about age and what I had in my mouth would make any man envious.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to enjoy his tremendous length, it was as long as a ruler and I licked all up & down enjoying the long laps my tongue laid on it. His girth made sucking it deep a challenge and his length made licking it a task as well. All I could do is moan in excitement as I pleasured his hard, black cock with my mouth. Gene had been relatively quiet up to this point but suddenly he came to life and started talking dirty to me. This young-looking stud suddenly became more aggressive and mature as he started to command me.