Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009 - Sex Stories

Jayne gone wild in Africa 2009

... Fode’s dock workers still hadn’t fucked her. She shuffled on her bum to the edge of the bed and David was there to help her onto her feet. I asked for another look at her pussy and she turned bending and placed her hand between her legs while their filthy fertile mess was about to drip from her. David realised and unbelievably reached for a flute wine glass on the table then swiftly he positioned it between Jayne’s legs as she settled into a shallow squat. At first a thick gooey globule dropped heavily into the glass but that was instantly followed by an unbroken glutinous stream of pearlescent runny spunk. The pouring sticky rope seemed to be continuous and the amount of sperm that finally settled in the flute was astonishing. Jayne was equally intrigued and pulled her clit up with her forefinger and pushed a final time to expel a final few drips. Neither of us was prepared for what the men actually expected of her next. Fode pulled up a chair and taking Jayne by her upper arm he pulled her a little roughly and more or less plonked her down in it. The he chattered to his co workers and a rumble of approval went around them, at the same time David thrust the flute towards Jayne’s face offering her the glass. Fode made a tipping gesture with his hand to her and we both immediately understood that Jayne was being told to swallow the cocktail of sperm. I was astounded by his proposition and the thought of her doing it instantaneously intoxicated me. With some encouragement ...

... going on in the background from the rest I felt as though I was sinking away and calmly I returned to the chair. As I sat down I saw Jayne straighten in the chair and cross her legs. She rearranged her corselet top and brushed her hair a little neater with her fingers then sighing, she reached for the glass. She held it up in her hand, studying it. Some of the men drew closer, some knelt on the bed but all were watching and waiting to see if the white woman would do it. To my unbelievable surprise she sniffed the contents of the flute then brought the glass to her lips but paused. After a moment of consideration she tilted her head back and slowly tipped the contents into her mouth. The sticky mass ran from the glass and the iridescent white sperm poured in slick stream over her tongue and lips and I remember thinking how much of it there was. As the glass emptied she placed the rim to her lips and swallowed its contents in two audible gulps. Jayne shuddered and brought the glass away quickly with a loud gasp and held it up to Fode triumphantly. There was no report from the rest just an appreciation that she’d done it and her only reward was David passing her a towel. Jayne wiped her mouth with it which removed what remained of her lipstick. Some drinks were handed around although I wasn’t offered one. I did get up and pass Jayne her wine when three of the men petitioned Fode with sympathetic tones and hand gestures. David explained without being asked that they were complaining ...