Chapter 3
The moment the sun rose, so did she, and she pulled the curtains open and let the light shine right in through the room. Hungrily, she licked her hot black lips, because of the view she could see out there.
"Norm, get up," she screamed, where her husband lay in bed, still sleeping. "Get up and see this far fucking out view. Come see it."
Vonetta turned back and looked at the sunrise over the beach. She could see the way the sun rising changed the color of the sand, making it look, for now, like a dark brown. Soon, when the sun would be all the way up, it would be white.
But with the water, and the sky, she was in heaven.
She was unaware of the way she was pressing her pussy against the glass door of their rented house, but she was well aware of the way she was starting to feel some terrific kind of rush from this sight.
It took only a few more seconds for her to pull back.
She looked down, past her large black breasts with the thick black nipples, down passed her thick black furry patch, to her cunt lips. They were a brownish red color, and as she moved her fingers to them, she moaned softly.
"Far out. I can't fucking believe it, baby. I can't believe it."
"Say what?" he moaned, still sleeping, pulling a pillow over his head.
She was so thrilled, this time, more than ever. She had seen many natural phenomenons, but none had ever affected her sexually. The sun rise, she knew, had made her hot pussy start to tingle, and she walked over to the bed.
Norm had the cover pulled up to his chest.
Actually, it was just a sheet, but she thought that it was so warm, he didn't even need it. She reached for the sheet and yanked it right out of his grasp.
As he rolled onto his back, trying to reach for it, she could see that his big black dick was standing right up.
"Honey, let me at it," she moaned, and she slid over to the bed, spread her cunt lips, then slid them down his pole.
She closed her eyes and felt the pleasure waves rippling through her body. She moved her hands to her big black tits and started to cup them, moving her thumbs to her nipples so she could wiggle them back and forth.
His cock felt so hot, even if he didn't know what he was doing, she thought. Even if he was still asleep, she knew she could get off on his dick. The warmth was around his groin area whether he was aware of it or not.
She turned her head, feeling almost as if she was fucking him as the sun was rising, and she just loved it. She pinched her nipples then, using two fingers from each hand to do it, and she could feel them throbbing even more.
He started to thrust up and down a little bit, his eyes still closed. He slid his hands to her hips and began to make her ride him better, and because he was doing that to help her, she took one hand from her nipple and moved it behind so she could cup his thick meaty balls, and squeeze them the way he liked it.
Norm moaned really loud then, She felt his dick starting to throb, but knew she couldn't let him come yet, so she thrust her weight down onto his groin, pressing him flat on the bed to keep him from moving.
He thrust up and down a little bit, as much as he could, but she was strong enough to hold him down. Actually, he was much stronger than she was, and she knew it, but since he was still only semi-conscious, it was easier for her to win the fight this time.
His hands cupped her buttocks, playing with them, pinching them.
Vonetta felt happier than she had ever felt in her life.
Here they were in the Bahamas, and it was the first time during their seven years of marriage that they had ever been away. The kids had been left with her folks, and may they all have fun together.
It was so nice to be alone with him at this place. All they had to do was step outside and bask in the sun, then step inside and fuck.
They had just arrived late last night, and though he had been tired, Vonetta insisted that they go out and dance just one dance. But once she was at the disco, she couldn't be controlled, something he had been telling her for years.
"You've got the jivest nigger blood in any woman I've ever seen. You got rhythm and once you start, you can't be stopped."
It had been true. She danced one dance with him,, felt him grabbing her by the arm so they could leave, then pulled away.
"Man, I ain't even got my feet warmed up," she told him.
Though he told her she had made a promise, she didn't care. For one thing, she was stoned on some laced weed, and for another, she had a few drinks. Vonetta knew she could be a real bitch when she got that stoned, but it was their vacation, and even though she had been tired, too, they only had six nights. She told him she didn't want to waste one night sleeping.
Besides, she's put on one of her hottest outfits. It was a leopard spotted jump suit that hugged every curve of her hot body. Her tits were so big that the straps from the jump suit could hardly even hold them in, but last night, that was all she had to hold them in because she didn't want to wear a blouse.
She kind of remembered that Norm had walked off to sit at a table and watch, but it was the kind of thing that her mind wasn't really sure of. She didn't remember all that much about the evening, except that she had been hot.
Once, when she'd looked at herself in the mirror, wiggling her leopard ass, she really did feel like some kind of a wild animal. Her tits had even fallen out of her jump suit one or two times, and she'd just stuffed them back in.
There had been one point, Vonetta .remembered, when she was dancing with some nice looking white man, or then again, maybe three, because they all seemed to be around her, and suddenly, she was aware of something.
The three or four, maybe five men who were dancing with her, plus herself, were the only people dancing.
Everyone else in this, hot club had stopped to look at the hottest bitch, shaking her groove thing, and she was putting on a show for them all. During those moments, Norm didn't even exist for her, and she was flying high.
And she kind of remembered a fight afterwards, when she did spot him sitting there looking lost and dejected, and suddenly was aware of how she had pulled away from him just so she could dance some more.
Guilt set in. Stoned slipped away. Soon she was rather straight, and feeling like shit, ready for him to complain. He did, too. The second she walked up to him, he grabbed her arm again and dragged her right out of the place, pulling her back to their beach house, squeezing her wrist so hard that it hurt, never letting go for fear she would run.
She kept telling him she could walk on her own, and he said that she was a lying cunt of a bitch, and slapped her once or twice.
Back in the room, she was in tears, telling him that it was their first night, and he had ruined it. Their first night on vacation and all she wanted to do was have fun.
"If you would have let me sleep, then I would start in the morning. I wasn't in the mood to go out and dance tonight."
And he just lay down on the bed and did fall asleep.
Vonetta had undressed him that night, and now, though it was just early morning, she was taking him for an early morning ride.
When she knew that his cock wouldn't shoot off, she started to ride him up and down again, and she could feel the way he started to thrust again, too. His cock felt so nice in her, the heat just filling her whole body right up.
She leaned forward, her large tits hanging near his chest, then rubbed her tits around so her stiff nipples rubbed against his wet chest flesh. She slid her fingers to his nipples then and played with them.
When he started to pulse that time, she could feel the way it seemed so intense. He began to moan louder than he had moaned before, and she knew that she wanted to take him all the way. Vonetta started to go for the ride of her life, looking out at the beach and seeing the way the sand was already starting to look whiter, seeing the way the water looked so clear and blue and beautiful.
The beauty of that made her pussy start to . spasm hard, she knew, and she began to come hard around his cock.
She could feel him shoot into her a few seconds later, and started to kiss him on the lips very gently, brushing her thick lips against his thinner ones. She felt his hands sliding up and down her body, sometimes cupping her ass, then moving firmly up her back. He sucked her tongue when she thrust it.
His hard cock stayed inside of her for a long time, and he kept purring, almost like a cat. She loved the way that sounded. But then, when he fell out of her and she kept kissing him, she felt his hand starting to push her off him.
"What time's it, Vonny?" he murmured, in a sleepy tone.
"About six-thirty, I think," she said to him.
"What you doin' wakin' me up so fuckin' early? I didn't fall out until three. I ain't gonna make it through the day on three and a half hour's sleep."
"You can get up and get sun. Sleep in the sun."
"I don't want sun so early, woman. Now just leave me alone, got it?" She really did think it would be good for him to get up and fall asleep outside, but knew better than to try and convince him. She had been married to him long enough, and knew when he was in the kind of mood where you didn't want to bother.
The sculpturesque black woman got off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She closed the door so he wouldn't be disturbed, then turned on the shower and stepped in to wash herself. Her black kinky hair was cut short, and she washed that, too, thinking that it would dry in the sun when she went but.
When she dried herself off and walked back into the bedroom, she opened the bottom drawer where she had put her suits.
She looked at the two of them, trying to decide which one. There was the white one, which looked so fucking hot against her black skin. Or there was the leopard one, which was so much more sheer.
There was no choice to be made. She picked up her leopard bikini, then walked back into the bathroom and slipped into it.
Her tits just about fit into the top, and she had to push some of her pussy hairs into the bottom, because they stuck out.
She turned sideways, and loved the way this particular suit hugged the curve of her ass. More than anything else, she loved the way her suit looked against her dark-chocolate brown skin. It was almost as if she was a leopard in this suit, and she started to slink around in a leopard like way, laughing at her reflection in the mirror.
"Like, don't mess with this pussycat," she said to herself.
When she saw that there was no change in Norm's sleepy state, she slipped out through the sliding glass door, deciding not to take a towel with her, because she just wanted to walk and then get Norm before lying down.
It was splendid outside, she thought. She could not believe what a wonderful day it was, and decided that no matter what, she was going to be so nice and loving to her husband that day. Nothing was going to ruin it, and she kept thinking that one of his bad moods could, so it would be good to keep him in a good mood.
She danced around the beach, twirling and doing cart wheels, because it was quite early and no one else was really out.
She felt at one with the beach and the sky, and each time she looked down at her suit, she could feel a strange kind of pleasure rushing through her body.
Vonetta ran into the water and then ran out It was freezing, but still felt so nice, and the sun was already strong enough so she could dry off in it. Then, she started to jog down the beach, trying to remember when was the last time she had ever felt so free and so alive, and more than that, so terrific.
She knew that they had problems back home. They had scrimped and saved for this vacation, and though there had been one or two emergencies, she would not dig into this fund to take the money from there.
After seven years, and three kids, she needed to get away.
Here she was, feeling so great, feeling like she hadn't a care in the world. True, she knew she would be going back, and things would be the same when they got back. But at least she would have had this. At least, whenever things started to get to her, she could remember that she had gone on this trip.
She could hope, too, for another one.
Vonetta stopped thinking that way for a number of reasons. For one thing, it was bringing her down a little bit, and for another, she was aware of someone else on the beach watching her. Since she had been prancing around like a child, and yet, was a grown up woman, he must have thought she was crazy.
She smiled at the handsome black-haired man, who wore a skimpy bathing suit, and had a good, hairy build. She thought she knew him from somewhere, but she had no idea of where. Then, he spoke and reminded her.
"I was one of the men dancing with you last night," he said.
"Oh, right. You gotta forgive me for lookin' at you like I thought you was crazy or something. I was a little stoned last night."
"Yes, I know the story. Hi. My name's Don Howard."
"Vonetta Jones," she said, and she shook his hand, then saw him smiling. "What you lookin' at me that way for?"
"Forgive me. But I was just wondering if you always dress in leopard?"
"No. I like leopard. I like the way it looks on me. Why you ask?"
"Because last night you wore that leopard jump suit. My girl noticed it. It was one of the first things that snapped her out."
"Snapped her out?" Vonetta asked him. "I don't get it. What's this snapped her out?"
"I don't know. We were on a safari in Africa, and she had this run in with a leopard. It was very strange. They had to kill the animal, and since that time, three days ago, she's been in a kind of daze. Oh, we've talked.
Fought, mostly."
"I know the story," she said. "The fighting thing's what I'm talkin' about."
"We usually get on very well. Anyway, last night she loved your outfit. She didn't like me dancing with you, but then again, she wasn't in the mood and I didn't feel like sitting out and doing nothing."
"My husband and I had a fight about that," she told him.
"We had one about that, too. But I believe that people have to sacrifice for someone they love. She could have gotten herself in the mood easily."
"Him, too," Vonetta said, liking this man very much. They seemed to have a lot in common, particularly when it came to trouble with their spouses. Or was this his spouse? He had only said his girl, she recalled.
"Well, look, I've got to go back," he said to her. "If I stay out too long she'll start to think I'm cheating on-her. I just wanted some early morning air."
"I'll see you. It's a small island. I'm sure I'll see you."
He smiled at her, and turned and walked off. She stood there watching him, liking him quite a bit. Getting dirty thoughts about him, in fact, which was rare.
Ever since she and Norman had been married, they'd been faithful to each other, or she had been faithful to him, and as far as she knew, he was to her. But even before they were married, she had only been with black men.
That Don Howard was not only attractive, but he really turned her on.
She shrugged her shoulders, then turned and started to walk back to her beach house. She loved that. "My beach house," she thought.
Of course, she knew it was for a few more days, but that would be okay.
He was still sleeping when she walked into the room, and she closed the door slowly and slid into bed with him. She wiggled out of her leopard bikini, then started to rub her pussy against hs thigh.
She slid her hand to his dick, and though it was not stiff, as she began to rub the black piece of meat up and down, she could feel the way it was filling with blood. She moved her mouth to his nipple and sucked it.
Then, she started to slide her head down his body, licking with her tongue. She left a puddle of saliva in his navel, and licked her way lower, toward his pubic patch and this his thick semi hard dick. When she slid her lips around the head of it and started to go down, he moaned really loud.
She turned her body a little, moving her pussy to his mouth.
As he sniffed it out, he slid his head between her legs and started to lick and suck on her cunt lips. He pressed his tongue into her and wiggled her clit back and forth. Vonetta could feel her juices flowing already.
Then, she started to close her eyes, and she was fanaticizing that he was licking her cunt. Don Howard, the man she had just met. She was fantasizing that she was sucking his cock, and not her husband's.
It was a white dick in her hand, and she was sliding her lips up and down this magnificent piece of flesh. She was working her tongue back and forth over the slit of the cock, and she could feel some come on her tongue each time. She could taste it, too, though the taste was not so strong.
She started to moan as he sucked her really hard, and she felt her juices pouring down onto his face in a torrid flood-like way.
"Yes," she was moaning, as she started to thrust herself up and down on his face, and his hands spanked her lightly on the ass.
She began to fondle his cum-heavy balls, lifting them gently in her fingers and rolling the hard nuts around. She loved the way that they felt, the way that they seemed to be churning, preparing a viscous feast for her, heating up the precious fluid.
When she finished coming, she pulled her cunt away from his mouth, then lay on her back and spread her legs.
She didn't really know if he was still sleeping or not, but she did know that his cock would want some hot cunt. He rolled over between her legs and then on top of her. Then she felt his hard cock pressing at the entrance to her steamy hole and she moaned with passion.
"Yes, fuck my brains out, baby," she started to say. "Fuck my brains out."
She could feel the way he was thrusting in and out of her.
His chest was pressed down flat on her tits, and she could feel how confined they were. She was even having some trouble breathing, but really didn't care about it because it was feeling so good.
She started to thrust her pussy up and down against his cock, but he was going so fast and so hard, that soon, she just kept herself down flat on the bed.
He moved his lips to her ear and began to lick and kiss her.
Vonetta knew it was him now, and didn't care.
Though she had been hot for Don before, her husband could fuck her so well at times, that she didn't need anyone, in fantasy, and certainly not in the real world. She loved the way his dick started to throb a long time before he was ready to shoot it into her, and the throbbing was making her clit pulse.
They both started to come together, and as she felt the cream shooting out from his dick, he was moaning softly.
"Yeah, Roxanne, baby," he was saying. "Fucking hot, baby."
She was lost in her passions for a couple of seconds, and didn't really hear what he was moaning. At least not right away.
The pleasure was too great, and her head was spinning. But then, as her breathing began to subside, and she could hear him better, she heard the name.
"Oh, Roxanne. You are just so fucking hot, Roxanne."
She moved her hands to his chest and thrust as hard as she could, pushing him right off her body. He rolled over onto his back, as if he thought he was just going to go right back to sleep, but she wasn't having it.
She stood up and started to kick him in the chest with her bare feet.
"Who the fuck is Roxanne?" she was screaming, and she was crying hysterically and kicking him harder than he even knew it. "Who the fuck is she? Why, you fucking bastard, how the hell can you do that?"
He didn't really know what was happening right away, but he could feel the way his body was being kicked.
He grabbed the foot and pulled it. She fell right on her ass, on the bed. Her feet were across his chest then, and she started to kick them up and down.
That was when Norman finally opened his eyes and sat up.
He grabbed her by her ankles and squeezed very hard.
"Just what the fuck are you doing, woman?" he screamed, and when she kept screaming so hysterically that he couldn't understand, he slapped her. "Now what the fuck are you talkin' about, baby? I don't know."
Vonetta took deep breaths as she tried to tell him how he had been fucking her, andshow had called her Roxanne. He seemed to look shocked when he heard the name, but then, he started to smile.
"Baby, you musta heard wrong. I don't know no Roxanne."
"You fucking liar," she screamed at him, and she grabbed her suit and started to slip into it as fast as she could.
"Where you goin'? " he screamed as she started to walk out.
"I don't know. Gut. Out there. Anywhere. Anywhere where you ain't."
And she slammed the door, then ran out toward the beach, biting her lower hp to try and keep from bursting into tears. And here she been thinking of trying to get this day off to a good start. This vacation, she felt, was off to the most fucked up start possible.
She ran down the beach, tears flooding her eyes, not knowing what to do.
But she'd do something.