A Shemale Vacation Part 1

I was in absolute heaven. All that time of dreaming of my first pussy and I'd never realised how great it would be instead to get a thick hard cock. The feel of that warm, quivering muscle running across my lips and tongue, penetrating my throat, made me feel so alive. It was an incredible kind of contact, merging my body with that of my curvy, hung whore. Right then I could not imagine a better feeling than being on my knees with this black cock sliding down my throat.

My hands had been playing with her balls, now I began to run them over the round curve of her thighs, hips and that chocolate brown arse. Cupping her cheeks, I pulled her closer to me, yearning to bury my face right in her crotch. As her beautiful dick fucked my mouth at an ever faster pace, her breathing becoming heavier and more erratic, I slid my fingers along her arse crack, even going so far as to penetrate her with one finger.

Now, I had never fingered a woman's arse before so I guess I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, but this was not quite what I expected. There was a glossy, sticky substance on my fingers. I pulled my fingers away and turned to look at them. They were sticky with translucent white juices. It was cum.

"Hmmm," laughed Saskia, "Your friends' cum. They weren't hungry cocksuckers like you. They weren't so interested in my big dick. They just wanted to fuck."

My head span. How had I not just thought of that? Maybe it was because I was a virgin, I didn't know any better. I had just assumed that the thing for me to do was get down and worship that hard meat, to lick it, stroke it and suck it. It just seemed so natural. I had just kind of assumed my friends had done so too. Maybe I was just too hypnotised by the allure of that thick black manhood attached to the body of a hot woman. Either way, I found myself embarrassingly positioned in a way my friends would never have got.

Whatever happened now, however, I was far too far gone to turn back.