She had a tender place in her heart for what she thought of as ‘The Big Three’; Dontae, Devon, and Lamont. She knew that during the night, each of those guys came in her four times. Like the minister, those three she kept track of. She didn’t know why, but she did.
The men started to drift away when the sun was coming up. One by one they’d come either in her or on her and then be on their way. In a cum-drunk haze, and nearly comatose, the last thing Cynthia remembered was Jim kneeling on the bed between her spread legs, tenderly licking the cum from her overflowing pussy and bumhole.
“I love you, dear,” she managed to whisper out as she reached down and stroked his cheek, the last thing she did before falling into a blissful sleep.
*
Cynthia slept most of the day away, waking to find Jim smiling down at her.
“How are you feeling, sleepyhead?” he asked as he reached out and tenderly brushed a lock of hair off her face.
“Mmm, sore, but wonderful,” Cynthia replied as she rolled on her side and pulled the sheet over her. “Honey, did you… did you arrange all that last night?”
Jim shrugged. “Well, it was my idea initially, but June and Robert gave me some good advice.”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was incredible. The best wedding day, and night, ever.”
Jim smiled as he ran his hand over the curve of Cynthia’s hip. “I’m glad. It makes me feel so good to see you so happy.”
“I love you so much, thank you for everything,” Cynthia said as she propped herself up and gave Jim a soft kiss on the lips.
“I think I’ve loved every minute of this trip just as much as you,” Jim replied once Cynthia pulled back. “I’m sorry to see it end.”
Cynthia sat up and looked around, pulling the sheet over her breasts, a puzzled look on her face. “Is… is today the day we have to leave? I think I’ve loved being here so much that I’ve lost all track of time, and even what day it is.”
Jim nodded slowly. “Yes, dear. The shuttle to the airport’s going to be here in about two hours. While you’ve been sleeping, I’ve been packing all of our things.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to do all that.”
“That’s fine. You needed the sleep after what all those guys put you through last night.”
Cynthia was surprised to find herself blushing. There was something about the fact that they were going back to ‘the real world’ that made things different, in this moment, anyway.
“Now,” Jim said as he stood up from the bed, “I’ve ordered room service for us to have something to eat before we go and it should be here soon. But before that, you have to get into the shower and get ready to go.”
“Yes, dear,” Cynthia said, getting out of bed, her wobbly legs barely able to carry her to the bathroom.
*
They met up with June and Robert in the lobby when they were checking out. Their new friends were heading back to New York while Cynthia and Jim were bound for Seattle. Like they’d done on the way in, they were sharing the same shuttle bus back to the airport with a few other couples.
While the men checked them out, Cynthia turned to June after looking at the sign behind the front desk. It was the hotel name and the rearing bull symbol, the same as she’d seen on the gates on the night they’d arrive.
“‘Toros Infinitos’, it is the perfect name for this place, isn’t it?” June said when she saw where Cynthia was looking.
“It is,” Cynthia replied, a broad smile on her face. “Who would have thought just a few months ago I would have fallen in love with a place called ‘Endless Bulls’?”
“But you have, haven’t you?”
“Is there any doubt?” Cynthia replied, rolling her eyes playfully. “I can still feel all the cum I swallowed last night sloshing around in my belly.”
“I got a bellyful too,” June said as both women laughed. “I know I was just supposed to be your fluffer last night, but there were so many of them that I think a number of them felt sorry for me and let me take them right over the edge. Not that I’m complaining or anything.”
This made the two women laugh even harder as their husbands walked up.
“Okay, time to get on the bus,” Jim said as their group filed onto the spacious bus.
“What’s that all about?” Cynthia asked once she’d taken her seat. Looking out her window, she saw a number of black men from the staff walking towards the bus, including Dontae.
“The resort has one last treat for all its female guests,” June said as she gave a Cynthia a mischievous wink. “They provide each woman with their own personal escort for the trip back to the airport.”
“Oh my,” Cynthia said, watching as the men filed onto the bus.
“Yes,” Jim added from the window seat next to her, “and the chap at the front counter told us that Dontae specifically asked to be your escort.”
Cynthia looked at them wide-eyed as Dontae entered the bus, his huge frame barely making it through the door. He spotted Cynthia and made his way directly to her.
“Do you mind if I take this seat, Miss Cynthia?” the big man asked, pointing to the seat Cynthia was already sitting in.
“No, not at all,” Cynthia replied eagerly, getting up so Dontae could sit down. The bus driver had barely closed the doors, and already Cynthia could hear the sounds of women sucking cock as the bus pulled away from the resort.
While most women spent the trip with their mouths wrapped around black cock, Cynthia didn’t want to waste this last opportunity. Having fished out Dontae’s magnificent cock within seconds, Cynthia hoisted up her little skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She threw her leg over the big man and mounted him, wriggling to get the massive head of his prick situated just right. With her hands on his shoulders, Cynthia eased the tension on her legs and let herself sink down, the steely column of flesh rising high up inside her as she slid all the way to the base.
*
Cynthia came three times while riding Dontae’s throbbing erection on the trip to the airport. She was bouncing up and down like a bucking bronco, grinding herself against him over and over, wanting to savor this forever.
He came inside her, absolutely flooding her needy cunt with a huge load of jizz with only minutes to spare. Cynthia quickly lifted herself off and dropped to her knees, licking and sucking up the juicy traces of cum clinging to his spent prick. She gave the seeping tip one final kiss as the bus pulled into the loading zone.
“Thank you for everything,” Cynthia said to Dontae as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt.
“No, thank you. It’s been my pleasure,” Dontae replied, reaching out and gently kissing her hand. “Will we see you again?”
“You can count on it,” Cynthia said as she looked over at Jim, who nodded in agreement.
“Until next year then. We’ll celebrate your next anniversary the same way.”
“I don’t think I can wait that long.” Cynthia glanced over at Jim again, who continued to smile as Cynthia turned back to Dontae. “Is next month too soon?”