“When I was leaving today I heard a bunch of the locals gathered in the hallway talking about ‘Room #9’,” June said, a sly smile on her face. “They couldn’t say enough about how amazing that mouth of the woman in Room #9 was, telling each other they had to try you. I even heard them pleading with the guy on staff who runs the place to let your booth stay open for an extra hour. They pressured him so much that the guy finally caved. When I left, there had to be about fifteen of them lined up waiting just for you. The rest of us were already done.”
Cynthia sat there wide-eyed, having no idea that had happened. She saw the surprised looks on the faces of Robert and Jim as well.
“At the end of it all, how many cocks did you suck?” June continued before gesturing to the two men. “C’mon, hotshot, these guys want to know as badly as I do.”
Cynthia glanced at Jim briefly, wondering what he was thinking.
“It’s all right, honey,” Jim said, a calm smile on his face. “June’s right, I want to know how much fun you had today.”
“Okay,” Cynthia responded, smiling with relief after what Jim had said. “I can’t really tell you how many different ones I sucked, because I recognized a lot of them as coming back more than once. Most of them were about three times actually, but one guy that in my head I called ‘Big Boy’, well, he ended up coming back four more times after the first go round.”
“Holy fuck,” June muttered under her breath. “But you did keep count though, right, like I asked you to?”
Cynthia nodded.
“Okay then, don’t keep us in suspense any longer,” June said. “How many loads did you swallow?”
“Sixty-three.”
“Holy shit!” June burst out. “And I thought I had a good day at nineteen. Fuck girl, you’re something else!”
*
Having had her oral fixation satisfied at the glory hole, and wanting to give her jaw a bit of rest, that night Cynthia asked Jim to order a different kind of dessert for her. This time it was two other black guys on staff who came to her room and took turns fucking her until well past midnight.
*
The usual cum-spattered fruit bowl in their room started off the next day for Cynthia, followed by some relaxation poolside with June and Robert. The two women had enjoyed their pre-lunch ‘beverage’ at the Black Swallow Bar, with both of them ordering a ‘double’, just like last time.
Jim suggested to Cynthia that she might want to take it easy in the afternoon as he had arranged a surprise for her later. Curious, Cynthia behaved, enjoying the sun poolside as she watched other women her own age take advantage of the cooperative male staff, the mature women either sucking or getting fucked by young black cock wherever she looked.
Cynthia was envious, her mouth watering for most of the afternoon as she watched the lurid display going on all around her, but she trusted Jim, trusted that he had something interesting up his sleeve for her.
*
“C’mon, honey, we better get going,” Jim said as he leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “We’re meeting June and Robert for dinner at the French place at eight.”
Cynthia rolled over onto her back, feeling a bit woolly-headed. After spending most of the afternoon lounging by the pool with June and Robert, both couples had returned to rooms for a little ‘snooze-time’. After being in the sun for most of the day, the cool sheets felt wonderful against Cynthia’s skin and she quickly drifted off to sleep. She felt like she could have stayed there all night if Jim’s kiss hadn’t roused her.
“The French place? Is that what you said?” Cynthia asked as she rubbed her eyes and sat up, the sheet sliding teasingly off the projecting shelf of her sumptuous breasts.
“Yes, Robert and I arranged it this morning when you and June went to that bar for a drink before lunch. I didn’t think you’d mind. I’m so glad we met them. Nice to meet people who are like us, and especially ones who have been here before and can show us the ropes, so to speak.”
Cynthia shook her head as she ran her fingers through her hair, remembering ‘the drinks’ she and June had had at the Black Swallow Bar and smiling at the thought of it. “I really like June, and Robert seems like a real sweetheart. June says that Robert was the one who arranged for her to have a couple of regular bulls at home. She says they’re ready anytime she needs them, and Robert is all for it.”
“Yeah, he’s talked to me about that.” Jim sat down on the bed next to her and looked at Cynthia. “What do you think of that idea? What if we could find a bull or two near us?”
Cynthia felt a thrill run through her. “Honestly, honey, after being here, I don’t think I could go without black cock once we’re back home. I figured I might get it out of my system once I’d experienced it once or twice, but it’s nothing like I imagined, it’s even better. It’s like the more black cock I get, the more I want.”
“I know,” Jim replied, a broad smile on his face. “I love seeing you this happy, and if it takes finding a bull or two at home, I think we should go for it.”
“Oh honey, I love you so much,” Cynthia said, her heart swelling with emotion as she pulled Jim’s face to hers and showered him with kisses before pulling back and looking at him, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Since we’re going to be looking for black bulls, why stop at two, how about five or six? You know, just in case those other ones are busy or something. It’s always nice to have backup, right?”
“I can see you’re all for the idea, and you can have as many as you want, my dear, as long as you’re happy. By the way, interviewing them should be fun, don’t you think?”
Cynthia’s eyes rolled back in her head and she made a little groan. “Unnggh… that does sound like fun, doesn’t it?”
“Speaking of fun,” Jim said as he got off the bed and helped Cynthia up, “like I said, I’ve got something special arranged for you for tonight that I’m sure you’re going to like, so, you’d better get ready.”
Jim gave her a playful slap on her big curvy behind as Cynthia gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading to the bathroom. Cynthia luxuriated in the big glass-walled shower, standing under the hot stinging spray for a long time, letting the pellets of water rain down on her as she thought about what she and Jim had just talked about. The idea of having a stable of bulls of her own had her libido soaring, lurid thoughts of interviewing a horde of rampant black studs taking her breath away. She had to force herself to push those thoughts aside, wondering what was in store for her tonight. The way Jim was acting, she knew it had to be good.