After the unconventional start to my married life, see Wedding Breakfast, I thought the honeymoon was going to be a little bit of an anticlimax. After all nothing could ever compare with the three-hour session that ended my virginity on the way from the wedding breakfast to the party. We flew out of Gatwick airport two days after the wedding on a wonderfully old British West Indies Airways DC10. Right up to the point of handing in my passport at the main luggage check in desk I didn’t know where we were heading. Barbados was a wonderful surprise, I had never even dreamed of going to a place so exotic in my life. We settled down to an eleven-hour flight, it was over night and after takeoff we were fed and watered and the crew brought blankets and pillows around so that we could try to sleep. The lights were dimmed and the film started playing, within an hour there was no movement on the plain apart from the movement of Simons hand between my thighs. The crew had all gathered in the forward galley and were chatting and eating their meal, I fetched a drink of water from them and they looked almost as sleepy as the passengers. When I returned Simon took the cup of water off of me and took me by the hand to the rear galley, it was totally disserted and the one toilet back there had a sign on the door that it was out of order. Simon pulled me into the toilet and he dropped his trousers, he sat on the toilet seat and pulled me astride his lap, he didn’t even take my panties off, he simply hooked the elastic to one side and filled my void with his monster appetite. We played like that for about an hour, almost five miles high, and that wasn’t near as high as I got with my orgasms. I realised I was making a hell of a lot of noise as I reached orgasmic peak after orgasmic peak, but I was totally lost in the moment of sexual ecstasy. As we departed our small trysting place there was a stewardess working in the galley, I looked back in time to see her removing the out of order sign and the toilet free light illuminated, we sat back in our seats and Simon said, “That was a pleasant way to while away an hour!” We slept until breakfast was served, and with just one hour left until we were due to land at Grantly Addams International airport. The stewardess that had closed the toilet for us came and spoke to Simon, he grinned and led me by the hand to the rear galley once again, this time the toilet wasn’t out of order, Simon pulled my panties off and placed them in a draw to the right of the small galley sink, I tried to stop him, they were dirty and stained with our collective cum juice. Simon lifted me up and sat me on the work surface, he knelt down and started to eat my pussy, I tried to push him away, I just knew that I was very messy down there, I had after all just sat with his seed in there for several hours. Then my first orgasm overtook me and I reasoned if he didn’t mind then who was I to want to stop him. The stewardess coughed a little cough at the other side of the curtain separating galley from passengers. Simon pulled my skirt down to cover my dignity; she walked through the curtain followed by another passenger. She asked Simon if I was feeling any better and Simon assured her that I was fine now. We both ran back to our seats giggling like school children.

The terminal at Grantly Addams is something else, there were hundreds of people milling about all over the place, when our luggage started its slow journey around the conveyor belt I realised we had been standing there for almost thirty minutes and the queue at customs and immigration hadn’t moved at all, huge long ribbons of hot and grumpy holiday makers trying to get to some form of air-conditioning. Simon spotted our bags almost as soon as they entered the room, he pointed to them, I was expecting him to tell me he could see them but he didn’t say a single word. He turned to walk toward the customs area and I was confused, was I expected to fight my way to the front and drag two heavy bags from the conveyer, then I noticed a large Barbadian had one of our bags in each of his massive hands. He had a bright red baseball cap on his head and he took our bags to a sack barrow then he was running to catch up to Simon, I had to walk quickly too, Simon walked past the long queue and the red cap managed to get to the desk a fraction of a second in front of Simon. The customs officer didn’t even look at us as we followed our bags past his desk, the immigration officer looked at both of our passports, took a form out of each and stamped a piece he had left in them. We were out in the car park within seconds of our baggage entering the terminal, a large old American car lumbered to a stop by our side and the red cap placed our bags in the boot. Simon was sitting in the front seat and the driver was holding the back door open for me, as I sat down I wished I had followed my plan. I was going to take fresh panties from my case and pop into the ladies toilet to putt hem on but that plan went out of the window in the whirlwind that was our passage through the arrivals lounge. The reason I wish I had followed my plan was that as I sat down in the low car the driver could plainly see my hairy bush. As we pulled away from the airport Simon introduced me to George and George to me. On the drive to the villa George and Simon made small talk, mostly about the villa and an apartment block that was having trouble with building permits. As we entered the gateway into the villas grounds I was struck by the size and beauty of the place. Six bedrooms three reception rooms, staff annex and private pool. The housekeeper greeted us calling Simon by name and kissing him on each cheek, she looked me over as if I were an interloper, and her welcome to me was cooler than the air-conditioning in the entrance lobby.

I was really exhausted and went into the bedroom to catch up on a little of my lost sleep. I stopped in my tracks as I was about to close the curtains, I turned to my right, I hadn’t imagined it, there on the bedroom wall was a half life sized painting of Simon’s parents. I rushed out to find Simon playing by the pool with the housekeeper’s children, and they were calling him uncle Simon. I changed into a shoestring bikini and lay on a sun longer by the pool, eventually falling asleep, there were lots of questions that I needed Simon to answer for me but for now sleep was more important. I had a very vivid erotic dream, there were five men watching me laying in the nude in the sun, watching Simon opening my legs and taking photographs of my nudity, bringing the camera lens right up close to my pussy, the men were talking in what seemed to be half French half English dialect. The sun had passed behind the villa when I awoke, I was actually totally nude, Simon had at some point untied the bikini and it lay on the floor at my side. Simon walked past at that moment, followed by a group of Barbadians; Simon was nude as well as were the other five men. I had though that Simon was extremely well blessed in the lower front interesting department but he was as a child compared to one of the black guys that was following on Simons heals. He was totally flaccid but was bigger by far in that state than Simon was fully rampant. “Ah! Tracey, I’m glad you have decided to join us”. It was Simon talking but I couldn’t look at him, as I was totally distracted by something hanging between the legs of a black god. “It’s a pity you awoke when you did I haven’t had time to wrap your ‘welcome to Barbados’ present for you yet”, Simon again, I’m still not looking at him. Simon handed the big fellow a condom and told him to wrap my present for me, the guy opened the packet and skinned the condom on to his still flaccid cock, as soon as his hand left his cock it started to grow, it seemed to have a life of it’s own, and now he was standing, rampant in front of me, he was bigger than ten inches and he was at least four inches round, he moved slowly toward me, his huge cock swaying in rhythm with his steps. He opened my thighs and knelt on the sun longer between my legs, he grasped his massive cock in one hand and pressed its head against my vagina, he had to push hard to get his cock started on its path inside of me but I was almost peeing with my lubricating fluid. He managed to get his cock half way inside of me and then started to build up his speed, I was chaining my orgasms one after the other, I was screaming out loud every time he pushed deeper into my cunt. Eventually I could cum no more, the sun was gone and the poolside was in darkness, I had to all intense and purpose passed out from the sheer pleasure. When I came to my senses once more, he was still pounding his meat into me, I looked up and there were eight sets of eyes watching me being royally fucked, my present started to breath heavily and he was finally still, I looked between our bodies and saw his manhood shrinking back from its target, I realised he was almost totally inside of me by the time he had finished with me. As he retracted his rubber covered cock from my wildly distended and abused pussy I noticed there was what looked like half a pint of his cum in the rubber, he removed it and tied the end, Simon said that Leroy was so fertile that half the women on the island would be pregnant by morning if he didn’t tie that sucker tight. I’m a little sleepy now and will have to tell you more another time if you would like me to, kisses from Rose

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