her Jamaican holiday

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

I have no fear as J. pens to paper the
details of what was done to me during
a certain 24 hours of our seven day
holiday in November 2017, for what
follows is only for his eyes and mine.

A long wet smooch holds me tight
tight to my husband of 50 years
fifty years…impossible…one man?

I’ve taught the seventeen year
old boy well
since the start of festivities
between J. and I
and now the old boy
has me right where
I belong
though we don’t yet know it
I disregard the downward spiral
J. pursues until he strips
away taut white spandex
briefs I have worn out
out on the sand since
the sun crawled over
the tree line at my back
this Wednesday morning
J. pushes me back
I fall for him
I almost always do
my back to the bed

all this morning
I’ve had to myself I
steamed and stewed
in my own sweat
turned to juice
in 87 degree heat
six hours on the sand
in the sunshine
the heat burning down on me
“I need to shower, J.,” I say once
I am sure the direction
the direction J. is headed
I recall why
the persistence on J.’s part;
“I have waited for 3 years
“11 months and seven days
“for this without ever speaking
“a word of complaint” he says angrily
“Today I complain
“This,” he says as
he looks me over head to toe
“This I will have”
“A shower please,” I complain
“If I want the taste of soap
“soap in my mouth
“I’d take a bite of a Dove bar,”
J. says
Chocolate? I ponder
I wonder without asking
in fact I do understand his impatience
I too have waited without asking
time lines have not intersected
I feel his breath at my throat
at an ear
I hear him whisper ‘love.’

J. recovers his composure
nerves now steady
J. clamps my wrists tight
to my thighs
kneed in place
J. continues his purposeful descent
after a taste at each beautiful brown nipple
beauty I have kept from his kiss
for so long
too long a time I now understand
J. raises the stakes and my hands
my hands to the headboard
J. wanders to the hollows under each arm
J. laps the pungent nectar under each arm
until the pungent nectar is no more
under each arm
J. whispers “Delicious”

J. stabs the tip of his tongue into my navel
for a sampling of sweat
a sampling of sweat
that pooled in the dimple
my fight is half-hearted
until he flicks by my labia
until he licks the moist
fiery pink center
I find it hard
J. desire
pressed to my thigh
hardly a fair fight
he over-powers with muscle
with that need surging
shallow beneath my sun dark skin
with the music he hums
while he assaults the pink center
where once my cunt gushed
where once my cunt anointed J.
his actions mellow
my struggle a bit
and then he is on the verge
the verge of my V
stabbing his tongue into the sacred hole
sucking the slippery silver petals long
long and hard until I can feel
feel the beating of my heart
my heart throbbing
throbbing loud on the tip of his tongue
J. laps long the liquid
when his arousal
the eighteen year old cock
I remember
The memory frozen in time
brushes my leg
“I’m too dry,” I warn J.
my worry reprieved
he returns his attention to my mouth
his face is slathered with my dew
and that milky spray that comes
slathered with the essence of me
literally dripping from the glutton’s mouth
I struggle my face side-to-side
for I have never tasted the feminine
so strong
now forced upon me
so thoughtlessly
with such purpose
J. tangles his trembling
fingers into blonde waves
he pulls my face up
he pulls harder
he opens my mouth with his kiss
his cunt flavored kiss
and I discover
what it is to taste me
I flail my arms wildly
an attempt to avoid another taste
the taste of my V
the taste of woman
a woman on the verge a second time
but J. is quick to still my fight
I am helpless as he forces
forces the female flavor so foreign
by my lips
the scent so pungent at my nose
obsessive in pursuit of my tongue
J. pulls hard my hair
while I claw the sheets
for a handhold and find none
his arousal finds my mouth
agreeable after I deny him
with a handhold on his cock
“This won’t go in…
“not in my cunt
“I am too dry”
J. pushes by my kiss and finds
the opening ready
J. humps my face until his semen
fills my mouth with joy

Chapter Two

J. is grabbing forty winks
a tall vodka over ice washes away
away the salty taste he and I
the blend of we
from my mouth the salty taste
I have since come to relish
a warm shower cleanses my skin
a second vodka piques my desire
I hear the words another taste
at my ear
I look to J. naked so small now
on the bed
three walnuts replace
the magnificence
I loved a short time since
he plunged his cock into my mouth
since he steeped deep his tool in my cunt
with his Magnificence Lost
Elsewhere I realize
I leave a red penned note
‘Dinner at the grill at 11:30 in the PM
‘In the mean time I plunder the sand
‘for treasure
‘all ways my Love.’

high tea at the piano bar is
another
new Jamaican experience
enjoyed
there
behind the sheen of respectability
his approach perplexes
he is black as coal muscled and beautiful
with a naughty mouth that declares
he will answer the lust
in my eyes

just after sunset
off I go in search the treasure
Polo offered earlier when he found
me alone too confused to say yes at high tea
hoping he is still watchful
in near-transparent silk
a pale blue night shirt and flip flops
I set off on my tropical adventure
and race the sun
knowing the danger doubles when
men see too soon
more than a woman is willing
to give too soon
I ignore the eyes of passers by
burning by the silk
I feel my teats harden
I make for the beach
my gait hurried

I step up to the life guard stand
half an hour after closing time
there are no swimmers
Polo still there alone watching
I understand he is waiting
waiting for the woman in 1003
waiting for me
“You’re late, missy,” Polo says
“Thank you for your patience, Polo
“My husband needed a moment
“A moment to mark me
“His property so he believes”
I reach out and find Polo’s cock hanging
limp behind the folds
of tattered board shorts
white so bright against his blackness
I have learned
from a weak woman
a weak woman often does
better with a man than not
I am nearly to my knees as Polo asks
“Your husband
“does he not anger
“when you come alone?”
“He’s all right…perfectly
“As long as I come, Polo
“He’ll not law on me for what
“He wants me to have”
I raise the fabric before
I take the shiny black knob
into my mouth…
Nothing
“We’re waiting for others.”
“Others, Polo?”
“Yes. Others,” Polo says
the shiny black knob grows larger
larger on my tongue
“Will they trouble?”
“Be gentle with me…
“at the start
“nothing will trouble, Polo
“Nothing”
Polo tugs at my hair and pulls
me up into the light
from the fixture fixed to
life guard stand
“You’re sure, missy?” Polo asks.
“Have I asked for release, Polo?”
“No missy.”

Two men step forward
from out of the darkness they come
so dark I can barely see they are
“Take off your shirt, missy,” Polo says
a demand I act upon without a think
despite the glow of a 60 watt
shining down on us
despite the fact others will see
see me naked with three men
muscled hard men…willingly
muscled black men beautifully aroused
beautifully endowed
ebony cocks as beautiful as J.s
I drop the silk nightshirt to the sand
I walk a single small step
out of the flip flops
Polo looks me up and down
Polo sees J’s love stenciled deep
into both my breasts
on the insides of both thighs
on my belly
on my smooth bare bottom
he knows now what it is I’ve come for

Polo sweeps me off my feet
carried into the dark
behind the sports hut
my cunt moistens
after a brief introduction
To they, Charles and Titus
I invite as custom demands
with a wave of my hand
I must offer
I must invite them to savor
with bare breasts cupped high
I must invite them to enjoy
the pleasures I possess
all the pleasure I may be
“Do me better than my husband
“Better than my husband does me…
“Better than he has done me…”
I ask
with teeth sharp lips eager
by ten past the first nip they’ve
done as asked
my breasts are bruised
swollen and aching
aching for more

Long fingers too deep
too soon open my cunt
widen the entry
way for what is to come
I wet myself
three young black cocks much
practiced at the art of satisfaction
the wetness spreads
the three well versed in the seduction
the many sun-dark women on the sand
I suffer myself a little O and think myself
to another as
long fingers claw at my legs
dry hands scorch my skin
nails ripe my flesh
from labia to ankles
Polo and Charles lift me
off of my feet
they cradle my weight easily
with arms criss-crossed beneath me
muscled arms at my back
“Your feet will not touch the sand
“until we can no longer fuck you
“The decision will be ours
“Titus will have you now, missy,” Polo says
there is a brief pause while they wait
for my complaint
I say nothing and so I see
Titus steps closer
I see
he leads with one very stiff cock
erect
the same shiny black knob as one
I have already tasted
ready for the purpose intended
Titus steps into the narrows
flanked by my opened legs
his entry is slow and shallow
at the start
Charles and Polo swing me
a puppet under their control
forward
I meet Titus
with a resounding slap
his sack against my anus
against my anus again and again
his sack slaps against my anus and the flow deepens
the task undertaken takes all of the ten minutes
before he jerks his cock deeper still
right to the bottom of my cunt
I squirm in their arms as he
drives me back for five
times more
my insides are a fire
Titus rubs me raw

The arrangement is rearranged
done over
over and again and again
electric sparks from one nerve
to another coursing to the tips
of my fingers and toes
the night explodes and I am blinded
to the pain they inflict

Following the fifth infusion
given
semen runs
salty syrup from my cunt
I am denied access
to the tasty treat
I suffer four cocks more
into the slippery hole
the three have used
before Titus and I come apart
for the last time
for the evening
or so…
with one last infringement
on my senses
is to be had
I am forced to my knees
I am asked kindly to…
I clean the stains
as asked
from three flaccid cocks
with my kiss
my wishes are answered
I taste the blend of me and he
and he and he

Having lost track of the silk
having lost track of my flip flops
somewhere out there on the sand
I am sent on my way naked
fair-footed and proud
for all who see to see
I limp away from the scene
the scene of my suffering
still wanting
my evening cut quick
too quick to its end

On my return to room 1003
a quarter after eleven the clock reads
I’m bursting with joyful news
J. shows little interest
but I know my way
my way around my husband’s head
“Do I tell you what they did to me
Or do you want to do me?”
“They,” he says
They grabs J. attention
J. comes up and out
out of the high
backed chair
J. crosses the room
I’m sitting on the other high backed
my heels are up on the seat
my labia parted wide glisten
“Yes. I was fucked…
fucked by three black men
on the beach.” I say
J. kneels his chin level with the seat
where my ass is
my hands on the nape of J.’s neck
I’ve a plan to put to the test
J. makes no attempt to back
away from my cunt
my cunt dripping the reward
I slowly bring him near
“It’s no fun unless you resist, J.”
he backs away but not far
“I smell your sex,”
finally J. admits as he flicks
his tongue
“Condoms or bareback?”
“Bareback by all three”
and J. flicks his tongue
“Withdrawal or infusion?”
“Infusion all to the end”
J. puts his lips to my labia
his kiss brings me to a fast finish
another question comes
“Did you blow them?”
“Yes”
and when I test his tenacity
his boastful nature with a kiss
J. swishes his tongue over my tongue
he swipes his tongue across my teeth
he cleanses the hole of my mouth
before he finds my V wet
he wets me further still
with his cock pulsing in my cunt

The afternoon whiles away toward
Thursday
J. tries
Numerous assaults
but his cock fails to respond

I quick shower and dress as quick
I step into a pink haltered sundress
low brown heels at my feet
“No more off road jaunts tonight,”
I say
J. digs in to the top bureau drawer
he passes me a brown nylon collar
retrieved from
beneath rather brief swim briefs
the collar weighs
heavy in my hands
“Why?” I ask
“You might be going off road again.”
J. challenges
I say nothing
“If I can arrange it
“I am giving you back to them”
J. says
a jolt rockets up my spine
I say nothing
“If you can manage it…”
I think to ask why I am to be
punished
What wrong have I done to anger?
then rethink punishment?
By the glint I see in his eyes
I have the answer to my question
It just may be
he knows me
all too well
now both we understand
pain the goal

I see Polo and J. exchange
that knowing nod shared by men
on our way to dinner
at the grill
at half past midnight
and all matter know all is well

at one forty
Polo joins us for drinks
I hear pieces and bits
bluster I pray
I agonize
I turn off my ears
but still I hear
paralyzed by doubt
I add nothing to the discussion
by my silence they presume
my consent to it all

Two tall ones prime me
for what is to come
“You will find the woman
Tied
naked on the bench
near the guard shack
“She’ll be beaten and used
everywhere elsewhere
don’t come looking for she
until after 4:30

Polo reaches toward me
brown leash ready in his long black
fingers
he clips the leash to
the collar I wear
subservience to
his position my master
for a second time since sunset

My master takes my hand
helps me to my feet
walks me away
led by the collar
away from
my husband
seated stoically still
at our table
away from a dozen pairs
of eyes watching
behind the eyes a dozen wondering
Where will she be taken?
What harm will be done to her?

“You okay?”
“Yes, Polo,” I say
my eyes straight ahead
we hand in hand
My Master and me the entire
trek
our flight from the resort
my master hurries me
across a dusty beach road
into a stand of trees
he takes me
Titus and Charles there already
already stripped of it all
moon shine streaking down
from a star lit sky
glistens black I see
black as marble might
the might of the three
I am sure will
hammer deep into the hollow
at the junction where…
now
I am sure why
I am tonight

Without the question expected
asked
I suddenly acquiesce
to the unsaid request
made of me
by the three
emerald eyes ignore
the danger
for the three
no longer strangers
overhead the moon
in full bloom
shines down upon the scene
I see once my master bares
himself

“We will beat you first
before the real pain befall
you, missy
now prepare yourself”

I untie the bow
on the nape of my neck
the bodice falls
now clear to see all
Charles peels the snug cotton
That’s left
over my hips
he cups my breasts
he digs his fingers
into the flesh

my Master fashions simple loops
with two lengths of sisal
I am hung from the supple
limb of a wild lime tree
the spring of the limb
released
tightens the rope
around my wrists
forces me up on my toes

After the first hard swipe
hard on my bare pale ass
I twist and twirl
and dance about
the three are merciless
refined in their application
of the hurt desired by all
from teat to thigh
I feel the sting
with the worse yet to come
so it’s been said a time or two
I suffer a hard strapping in silence
my bare flesh
welted red before the three take me
anally each for a turn or two

It’s a quarter to six
J. finds me where Polo said
J. says naught
J. is late by an hour
in that hour
I have been fucked by three
men note a party to the foreplay
three men
strangers who have the good fortune
to have
happen on
me glistening in the glow of the moon
roped and ready to be violated
and now
J. stands where I may see he
drop his shorts
the sight of me opened
wide and bloodied
drives his libido
bent to his will he makes use
of my much used bloody anus
only
after he comes in my ass does he
he undoes the ties that bind
J. helps me to my feet
for a second time since sunset
I make my way through the resort
with few folks about to see me
naked once more
beaten evermore
better than before
my first transition
from good wife to hot
nevermore to revert back
to what was

Things have
settled somewhat since
the return home from Trelawny
wounds inflicted healed
but the blemished memories
remain
passions practiced add
to the confusions that dog
at our heels
the confusions that creep unwanted
beneath the sheets at bedtime
She and I whisper explanations
To alleviate the confusions
learned
Confusions she refuses to say
Never again
I feel I have over stayed
my welcome
I will limit the explanations
to one written by my wife.

To whom it may concern/
My age is not
all that difficult to calculate
given the anniversary
J. and I celebrate

Let it be known
J. did not steal me away
away from family
away from home at the age of five

I am proud of
the shape I am in
standing proudly
more adventurous
than most women
of the same age as I
I am trim
right at my target weight
125 pounds
each pound properly placed
where it is meant to be
all natural
I look to the glass
with emerald eyes
blonde curls mussed
admittedly I see I…
I am still a knockout
standing on bare feet
the way the boys like
I stand five-three on feet
sized eight as lovely as any
the boys have seen
My legs are sturdy
My legs are muscled and dark
unmistakably feminine from
heels to hips
My rock hard bottom
fills leggings and blue jeans
beautifully
My belly is low rise
with a map line or two
faint
nearly invisible
unless you leave your seat
unless you come for a closer look
at which point you are mine
to hold and to have until
we two are through
My knockers cast
quite a shadow
on those brave beach days
when I chance topless on the sand
Areola big brown beauties
top the tips of the twins
all naturally sized C
since I turned thirteen
I still blush when I hear stacked
whispered
as I pass in the bright of day
I still blush when J. calls me
Beautiful…
I’m thrilled men still sneak a peek
I am what they see
what they see enhances
their desire
their need for another peek
I can usually find my way
around a man’s shyness no
matter what it is
the first thing he sees
it’s all natural you see

His choice