“When the French first made The Gambia a colony, the western world learned of us for the first time,” Ajuma explained. “We had always been known in this part of Africa for our large cocks. Many a tribe would send their women to us for breeding, hoping that the resulting male babies would also have large cocks. The French women were fascinated by our big cocks and never saw the hypocrisy of using an essentially slave population as their personal sex toys, though we didn’t mind. To us, the Gambians, every time we fucked a French woman, or man — the French men like big cocks as much as their women — we were also fucking them metaphorically. Then came the British as overlords and it was no different.”
“It wasn’t until the 1970s that the German hausfraus discovered us,” Ajuma continued. “That was the real start of The Gambia as a sex tourism hotspot, though the sex tourists are for the most part women. Their men, when they come, drink in the clubs and go on safaris and deep sea fishing while their wives get what they came for. Now, it is very popular to be a beachboy before you marry,” Ajuma continued.
“Do you enjoy it, fucking a lot of old, fat women?” Krista asked.
“Of course,” Ajuma replied with a laugh. “Pussy is pussy, ass is ass, mouth is mouth. The package carrying the container around is irrelevant. Age is irrelevant. Size is irrelevant. Color is irrelevant. Black or white outside, all pussy is pink inside. Black or white, all cocks cum white. None of these things matter.”
“Now, that does not mean that I don’t appreciate meeting such beautiful, young women as yourselves, it’s just that the opportunity seldom and never presents itself,” Ajuma said. “It will be the highlight of my beachboy career, I am certain.”
“Are there no beachgirls?” Zach asked.
“No, no, not as such,” Ajuma replied, laughing. “White men do not go on vacation as a general rule to find black women, while the opposite is very true. But you refer to yourself. There are women who will go with any man, for a price.”
“I’m not interested in anything like that,” Zach said.
“Then you wish to meet a lady, like these, that you can converse with, go to dinner in a fine restaurant with?” Ajuma asked. “And then if anything should come from that…”
“Ideally, yes,” Zach replied.
“You find black women attractive?” Ajuma asked.
“I find women attractive,” Zach replied with a laugh.
“And yet you have these two very beautiful women,” Ajuma said, shaking his head. “I would be lucky to marry one such.”
“I can’t imagine a man like you, with all the right… equipment, won’t find a worthy wife,” Krista said.
“Only time will tell,” Ajuma said. “Things are not always as they seem.”
“Why don’t we stop here?” Krista suggested. “We’re staying right there, so it’s convenient.”
“You stay at the Seafront?” Ajuma asked. “It is a very nice place with big villas and right on the beach. Very convenient.”
“I’m going to get a beer,” Zach said, smiling. “I’ll bring some back with me.”
When Zach returned 15 minutes later with an ice chest and a dozen beers on ice inside, he wasn’t the least bit surprised to find Krista and Susan on their backs on their towels, one of the young men between their legs, another filling their mouths with their cocks. Zach sat on the ice chest with his beer in hand, watching like it was a floor show as one by one each of the young men fucked Susan and Krista and also got their cocks sucked. At no time did anyone cum anywhere but in their mouths.
“My god, I needed that,” Krista finally gasped as she lay splay-legged, her pussy gaping open from the pounding she had received.
“It was perfect,” Susan said with a sigh.
“It was a wonderful experience,” Ajuma said. “It feels very nice to be inside of you, very tight, very wet. Unlike most of these women, you do not struggle to orgasm. You seem to have one continuous one.”
“That’s exactly what it feels like, too, one long orgasm,” Krista laughed. “There’s just nothing like it.”
“Maybe we can do this again, later, under the moonlight and the stars?” Krista suggested.
“Of course, though I would regretfully not be able to attend,” Ajuma replied sadly. “I must go to my job.”
“Isn’t this your job?” Krista asked.
“No! Of course not,” Ajuma replied. “We do this for the pleasure, to practice our language skills, and to meet people from other lands. It is not for money.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you,” Krista replied, chagrinned. “What do you do for work?”
“I am a systems maintenance engineer for a data storage firm,” Ajuma replied.
“That’s very impressive,” Krista said. “It’s a shame that you have to work tonight. Perhaps you will be able join us after breakfast in the morning, then.”
“I would like that,” Ajuma said, smiling broadly. “Being with you and Susan is very exciting. I would even consider missing my work, but I would lose my job. There is serious competition for the best jobs and IT tech is very high on that list. I am very fortunate.”
“I understand,” Krista said. “I’m sure that you have a friend who can take your place this evening, then we can look forward to you tomorrow for breakfast and then again after lunch. Sex and food always seem to go together.”
“They are one and the same,” Ajuma said, nodding sagely.
“I lugged this ice chest down here for all of you,” Zach said, standing up and opening it and offering beers all around.”
“You are very generous,” Ajuma said with a smile, “with your beer and with your women.”
“Everyone is happy,” Zach said. “As you are finding out, no one man could possibly satisfy either of them for long, much less both of them.”
“My god, my pussy hasn’t had a workout like that in I don’t know how long,” Krista sighed when they finally trudged from the beach up to their villa. “They’re just so big.”
“David always used to bring large men for me,” Susan said. “This reminded me of those times. I was thinking of him a lot. He would have enjoyed watching.”
“Well, I certainly enjoyed watching,” Zach laughed. “It’s hard for me to believe or understand how women as small as the two of you can take such big cocks without them ripping you in two, then an hour later, you’re as tight as ever.”
“Women would never be able to satisfy a man if their pussies didn’t recover from being stretched,” Susan said. “Can you imagine what it would be like after giving birth?”
“I’ve been doing Kegel exercises since I was 19,” Krista said.
“Speaking of tight pussies, my cock is just dying for some relief,” Zach said as they entered the villa.
In a trice they were in bed, Susan’s pussy impaled on Zach’s tongue while Krista sucked on his cock. Susan’s pussy was flowing like a river as Zach ate her and it didn’t take Krista long to coax a huge orgasm from him, cum blasting her tonsils as he came. When she finished sucking him off, they changed places, Krista’s sopping, gooey pussy flooding his mouth with her juices while Susan lowered hers onto his cock, not as tight as it usually was, though he could still feel her squeezing and massaging his cock with her pussy. Because he had just cum and Susan’s pussy was a bit softer, a bit looser, it took more than 15 minutes before he felt himself about to cum, Susan also feeling it and dismounting him to bend over and take his cock into her mouth, moaning as it went off, gulping down his cum until she had sucked him dry.