Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... whisper at this point because the outboard engines of the sea taxi were quite noisy. She nodded and said, definitely, and that she was sure she would at some point. That was another classic statement that aroused me on the spot and predictably pressing, as we approached the jetty at Martha’s bay I asked her how many men she would consider. She smiled and coyly said maybe three or four but I almost instantaneously coerced the number up to between eight and twelve. It resulted in a playful nip on my inner thigh. I had to back off a little as we docked but once up the steps and on the jetty I asked again how many seriously and she said if we could find the right men she would probably consider six as being the most outlandish number. I was just about erect and had to calm down but both Jayne and I were very “touchy-feely” at the time. After a couple of hours and some stunning land and sea scapes, we sat on a beach front having a cold drink. Although her having sex with Fode was constantly on my mind, it was Jayne who brought the subject up again, asking me where I wanted it to go with Fode. I told her I would like to see her with him again and she was agreeable and comfortable with that. She also reluctantly consented to a possible double penetration, eventually agreeing to take it either way, with me or Fode sodomising her depending on how comfortable it felt. The thought of Fode feeding his thick black tool up her arse while she screamed on top of me was a spine tingling ...

... thrill. At the time I was obsessed with her and multiple blacks, an interracial gangbang on her and my imagination was overwhelming the practicalities and feasibility of that happening in Conakry. Regardless, I confidently said I wanted to see her being fucked (and that is how I put it) by Fode and his black friends. She simply raised her eyebrows and lifted her drink to her lips. You can imagine the intricacies of the afternoon’s conversation. We switched from the amazing construction of the stone fort from the colonial days to whether or not she would let Fode or anyone else ejaculate inside her again. It’s bizarre how the tooing and froing of the conversation built and heightened both our exhilarated state of minds. Jayne really did throw caution to the wind when she suggested that she’d liked the “violation” element of the intercourse with Fode. The guilt and the assumed risk really felt unique to her and it had been the major contributing part of her intense orgasm. Her mixed emotion’s after he’d drained his sperm into her left her coming down to reality with the illicit feelings of shame and guilt but she described it as exquisite. Jayne also made it clear that she’d enjoyed being taken f***efully and hard, “****d” by Fode to some extent, albeit with my consent. I remembered thinking back to the previous evening and to her instigating the sex with “Fuck me while he watches” She admitted was that she’d inexplicably enjoyed playing the sleaze in the night club and having many ...