“Zach, as much fun as that was on the beach, I’d still rather have you,” Krista said. “You’re plenty big and when you touch me, with any part of you, it excites me because I can feel the love. On the beach, there was no love, just lust, and mechanical at that, which was fine and perfect, because that was what I needed, but you are all I really need, especially for a steady diet. I don’t need the others, I just enjoy them.”
“I agree,” Susan said as she snuggled up against Zach on the other side from Krista. “Nobody’s touch has ever excited me as much as yours, Zach, though Krista’s does come close. I still cum every time you cum in my mouth.”
Zach’s response to that was to roll Krista onto her back and crawl between her legs to fill her looser pussy with his cock while Susan took advantage of the situation to kneel over her face, lowering her pussy onto her extended tongue and sighing as Krista began to slurp on the tangy juices flowing onto her tongue. Finally sated after Krista sucked him off, they languished on the bed, falling asleep, only awakening when Jaaja woke them to tell them that dinner would be ready in 20 minutes, her face impassive at the sight of the three of them entwined on the bed.
Showering and pulling on T-shirts and shorts, they went down to find a scrumptious meal waiting for them and an open bottle of a French white Burgundy on the table.
“This is domoda, a Mandinka dish made with concentrated peanut paste, fish seasoned with salt, onion, fresh tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, cabbage, water, tomato paste, lemon juice, soup stock, and white rice. Domo means eating and Da is the word for a stew pot,” Jaaja explained, indicating the large iron pot bubbling on the table.
“Oh, this is wonderful,” Susan said after tasting it.
“It’s like eating pure health,” Krista said as she sighed in contentment after tasting it. “It makes me realize how bland the diet was in Oman, even though it was good. The Bedouin ate to sustain themselves,” she said. “I never really saw them savoring the food, just eating it. It was good, just nothing special or exciting. This is special and exciting.”
“I am pleased that you enjoy it,” Jaaja said, beaming with pride. “It is a very traditional Gambian meal.”
“I don’t suppose that we could have an American breakfast?” Zach asked. “Fried eggs over easy, toast, bacon, sausage, grits? It’s been a long time and I really miss it.”
“Yes, I can do that, though I do not know what grits is,” Jaaja said.
“It’s a kind of rice, I believe,” Susan said.
“I will try to find it, though I have never heard of it,” Jaaja said. “In any event, I will make as American a breakfast as I can in the morning.”
“Did you enjoy our beach?” Mariatu asked shyly, merriment in her eyes.
“I’ve never enjoyed a beach more,” Krista replied, smiling. “Your beachboys are quite something.”
“We are very proud of our young men who take a few years as beachboys before taking wives and settling down,” Mariatu said. “My son is a beachboy. When he finally takes a wife, he will know how to please her and will appreciate her after his time with older white women.”
“Do you look down on the white women who come here to enjoy your beachboys?” Susan asked.
“No,” Mariatu replied, shaking her head. “We pity them because they must travel so far to find pleasure and we are grateful to them for providing a practice field for our young men so that they can learn to become satisfying lovers.”
“You are here for the beachboys?” Jaaja asked.
“No, that’s just a pleasant surprise,” Krista replied. “We were just looking for a quiet, peaceful place to relax for a while off the beaten path.”
“You will be very popular,” Mariatu said. “You are young. You are beautiful. Most of the women who come here are older and not so beautiful any longer, though they still have the same desires as a young woman.”
“Yes,” Susan agreed. “The one thing that hasn’t aged with me is my sexual desires. If anything, they’re greater and hungrier than ever.”
“So is the lot of women,” Mariatu laughed. “The men stop seeing us in a favorable light while our bodies just want more. It is indeed a paradoxical situation.”
“Well, I, for one, would like to die with a cock or cocks in me,” Krista said, “in the middle of an orgasm.”
“I’ve said that my whole life,” Zach laughed, “that I’d consider dying in the middle of an orgasm the best way to go. What could possibly be better?”
“Well, between Susan and I, we’ll just have to see if we can’t fuck you to death,” Krista laughed.
“I promise to die smiling,” Zach said.
“Shall we go down to the beach?” Krista asked, looking out the window to see that it was dark and that the Milky Way was blazing overhead. “I think that I’m ready for another round, though truth be told, I’m sort of glad that Ajuma won’t be there. He’s more than big and my pussy could use a bit of a break before I take that huge cock on again. Morning will be soon enough for him.”
Once again wrapping towels around their naked bodies, Krista led Susan and Zach down to the beach where they found very few people, though they recognized the young men from earlier sitting together, waiting, a young woman with them.
“Hello, Susan and Krista,” Kekoi said, rising to his feet, a big smile on his face and his big cock dangling down between his legs. “Did you have an enjoyable dinner?”
“We did,” Krista replied, “but now we’re looking for some dessert,” she said, removing her towel and placing it on the sand, her thick ruby nipples hard and pointing outward.
“This is Binta,” Kekoi said, indicating the young woman, offering her a hand and helping her to her feet.
She appeared to be in her 20s, her hair cropped close to her head. Her large oval eyes had long lashes and her nose was pierced through one nostril, a beautiful fire opal glinting in the moon and starlight, her lips thick and full. The snug T-shirt that she was wearing over mid-thigh shorts hugged her body tightly, accentuating her modest breasts, her big dark nipples pressing against the material.
“Hello, Binta,” Susan said, smiling and shaking the young woman’s hand. “I’m Susan and that is Krista and Zach.”
“Hello,” Binta said shyly, her bright smile lighting up the night.
Zach realized immediately that Binta was not a beachgirl or anything close, saw her nervousness.