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Carol felt a flood building in her loins; Sarah's nipples were so hard it seemed as if, were she to lie on her belly, those two points would support her chest.
The women spent the remainder of the day sunning themselves, but only enough to get their cheeks and shoulders pink, and taking regular trips to the shade of the tiki bar next to the pool. The warmth of the tropical sun settled and relaxed them, boiling away any trace of inhibition either woman my still have harbored regarding paying for sex.
A parade of handsome young men stopped by and attempted to chat them up. They worried about settling for the first offerings and sent several away before Raphael appeared. As luck would have it, both friends wanted him. Who could blame them? Before them stood a twenty-two year old god, black as soot, muscles everywhere, and a bright smile as broad as the Thames at high tide.
He wore a sleeveless shirt of white silk that hugged his body and a pair of pastel blue spandex shorts that emphasized his enormous bulge. Sarah gasped as she stared directly at it.
"What would you like to drink?" Sarah asked, recovering quickly, staking an immediate claim.
The conversation flowed easily. Their flight, the weather, the names and ingredients of the drinks they consumed. Sarah was all over young Raphael, even sitting in his lap at one point. It was abundantly clear that she wanted him and that left Carol the odd man out.
"Do you know someone...else?" Sarah asked Raphael thoughtfully. "For Carol?"
"This is our busy season," Raphael answered. "But there might be someone..."
"Who?!?" Sarah asked eagerly, more than a little inebriated.
"I have a cousin but he has no experiences yet."
"Interested in a virgin?" Sarah asked Carol, giggling so hard a snort escaped her nose.
"I don't know..." Carol said, faking uncertainly. Inside she was thrilled at the thought.
"Don't worry, mum," Raphael reassured her. "He's only eighteen but he's already bigger than I."
What did he mean, bigger, Carol wondered as a smile spread over her lips and Raphael dialed his mobile phone. Michael was even more gorgeous than his cousin, tall, lean, and black. Carol could even detect a bit of buyer's remorse as Sarah eyed her own "date."
Quickly the foursome settled the bar bill and retired to the suite the two proper, white, British mums (and covert black cock sluts) had reserved for the week. Sarah took Raphael's hand and hurried into her bedroom closing the door behind her.
"You look very nice," Carol said, trying to put the obviously nervous teen, whose cock she would purchase, at ease.
"Thank you mum," he answered curtly.
"Do you like me?" Carol asked, begging for a compliment, spinning around so her skirt would fly out displaying her bare legs briefly.
"Yes, mum." Conversation didn't appear to be Michael's strong suit.
"Do you know why you're here?" Carol asked, suddenly unsure that the youth knew what was going on."
"Oh yes, mum."
"Have you done this before?"
"No, mum, not with a white woman at least."
"Have you done it with island girls?"
"Yes, mum, some things anyway."
"Things with our hands, her hands."
"She wanked you?"
"How did it feel?"
"Oh it was the most wonderful feeling."
"Do you have any questions?"
"How old are you?"
The question was so unexpected, Carol burst out laughing. "I'm forty-seven. Does that bother you?"
"Oh no Miss Carol, I was just wondering."
"Any other questions?" Carol asked, still smiling at the young stud who was about to surrender his black cock to her.
"I'm not sure what to do but that's not really a question."
"What would you like to do?"
"Every boy says that the white ladies have the nicest mouths."
"Oh they do, do they?" Carol purred, warming to her task.
She slid off her chair and knee-walked over to the young man.