Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... intercourse with unverified men. Fode being the only exception and that had been a very calculated decision reinf***ed by his background. The remainder of the atoll journey was equally stimulating with Jayne following and acting up to the role play perfectly. I asked how many she would allow to ejaculate inside her with her reply being clear and to the point “all of them of course” and I extracted the modus operandi from her. I imagined Jayne on her hands and knees while being spit roasted. Each man then taking it in turn to fuck her violently from behind and eventually ejaculates into her cunt. No wiping, no cleaning up, just one after the other leaving a heavy dangerous thick fertile spermatic mess inside her. On the sea taxi back I approached the next meeting with Fode and I stated that I would be trying to enlist at least one additional partner for her. Either she could take the lead and pull someone or I would ask Fode but the emphasis was at least two blokes having her and giving her a monumental shafting to remember the holiday by. Realistically we only had that Tuesday evening, and up to Friday night as we would have to prepare for travelling on Saturday with a bl**dy arduous journey to follow. I was also on the bursting point and Jayne had been rubbing my aching cock through the material of my pants on and off for most of the day. She asked me if I could get hold of Fode but to do that I needed a local sim card which added another frustration. Regardless, once back ...

... on the jetty I purchased one from a street peddler then set about trying to configure my Galaxy. Eventually I located the network, Global ITT and I rang the number taken from Fode. The dial tone rang and rang and my anxiety was making me shake with anticipation and just as the disappointment of an unanswered call seemed the reality, he answered. I was almost unable to speak and I moved to a seemingly quieter part of the busy dock. Locals stared at me as I spoke in syllable English, trying to have a conversation with Fode. He knew when he realised who was calling that he was wanted and he kept answering “yes”. The problem was that he apparently had to work as there was a ship in the port that was being unloaded and he wouldn’t be finished until it was done, probably three, or four O’clock in the morning. A meet up that evening wasn’t happening and the conclusion was that he would contact us the following day about noon at the hotel. I told Jayne and she appeared unconcerned but she took hold of my hand and walked me to the road suggesting we get a taxi back to Cameyenne and have a swim, a drink and an evening to ourselves. I didn’t need asking twice and once back in the room, I sat back in the lounge chair while she gave me the most delectable blow job, notable because it was totally hands free and to a superb completion. I confess it didn’t take her long to bring me to a state of climax but for me, the intensity was nothing short of glorious. She kept up the slow determined ...