Martin Jones - Black captain

Surprised, Captain Happy was aware that she was approaching yet another explosive orgasm. Her body was fighting excitingly down there. He remembered his days in the fishing boats on the river, before he went into the mines. God, it was a long time ago. But he recalled the mighty game fish he had hooked, a fish no one could believe had gotten into the river, and she felt like that fish as he attempted to dislodge the hook. Eflo's pelvis jerked and revolved madly, but there wasn't much she could do because of the position. It was then that Happy, like he would have done years ago, decided to hold back his own climax and see just how much he could do for her.

Clamping down on his sphincter muscles, he began fucking into her with demonic furry, screwing his cock even harder and deeper into her cunt until it seemed her battered cervix would be dislodged. Her hot hole, however, screamed for more, and the interior muscles of her cunt clasped his hard shaft like the oral muscles of a starving cobra will struggle with the girth of the largest egg. Her asshole clenched and unclenched as it seemed to seek to bite and capture his balls as they slapped down in a ceaseless drumbeat of lust against her upturned asscheeks.

The beautiful Eflo tossed her short hair from side to side, her mouth open laxly and her eyes focused in disbelief at her own knees rocking above her head. "Ooohhh! Aaaaahhhh," she moaned with each shove of his fucking cock into her cunt. It was a chant, an old, old liturgy of love, a song whose tempo had echoed in the jungle since man began! She groveled beneath him, and her new long fingernails, no longer accustomed to grinding meal and cleaning fish, dug long bloody furrows down his back as suddenly, she punched her pelvis up with almost superhuman strength and her legs splayed out until it seemed as if she were splitting herself right down the middle.

A scream of delight bubbled out of her mouth, "I'm cumming! Aaaaaiiiieeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Then she fell lifeless against the soft mattress.

Captain Happy slowed his pace to the point where he merely bobbed in and out of her like the soft surgings of the tide. He knew he could bring her on again by continuing this gentle movement, and so he bided his time. He didn't know why he had this powerful urge to please her so completely, but he started a slow movement, a soft fucking in, a gentle, partial withdrawal, slow in, pull out, slow in, pull out… He remembered the time they had made love in the boat. It was like that now. The mattress seemed to rock.

Then Eflo's mind began returning to her rocking body from somewhere way out beyond the furthermost star in the heavens. The blast that had arced her excitingly through the sky was letting her float to earth. Now there was only the voluptuous, almost hypnotic fucking in and out of her cunt, and Eflo, too, remembered the day on the boat!

Captain Happy was aware of the returning sensations in her rocking body. Knowing she would soon be cramped by her present position, he released her captive legs and pulled them down alongside his hips. She almost immediately lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Her knees pressed in tightly against and partially around his asscheeks.

The sound she was groaning was not one of pain but of guttural wonderment, but it bubbled from her throat as from a fountain. Eflo couldn't believe what was happening to her. Surely she would awaken! She had reached some beautifully high, wind-swept plateau, a land of pure sensation. She was cumming again! She reached up for her beloved Happy's head and pulled his careworn face down to her. She passionately kissed him, grinding her tongue wetly into his mouth, and then she whispered, "Happy, I'm… cumming again!"

This time around her climax was even more different than before. It was as powerful and strong, but it was more controlled. She found herself the mistress of it, bringing it along, playing it, and making it peak like the last note on the suppliant pipes of the old priests in her village. Yet seconds later she learned that she was not the mistress at all, that Happy's hot living lusty cock was the master of those pipes, that it was he who had replaced the old priests!

"Oooohhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! It's so wonnnnddderrrrfull!" she sang, feeling unwanted tears welling up in her eyes. No, she must not cry. He was still Head of State, regardless of what he used to be to her… and was today, for some reason. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, however, and pulled his brawny chest down into the soft voluptuousness of her tits. She discovered that pulling him down against her caused his rocky-hard prick to ride higher against her clitoris, and a wild wantonness was upon her again as quickly as the spirits of the night used to descent upon and inhabit the aging bodies of certain women in her tribe.

"I… I'mmm cuuuummmiiinnnggg! Again!" she whimpered almost shocked. Her body thrashed madly against his. Ah, what new powers her Happy had acquired, and to think that he was giving them to her!

Happy knew that in spite of all his control he was nearing the end of his efforts, but he was feeling more relieved anyway. It was not physical relief he had needed. That was a minor thing and easily taken care of. He had felt the guilt of neglecting her, and now the guilt was easing, and he became more aware of how his own balls had begun to throb painfully and how suppressed excitement had swollen his blood-engorged prick until his urethral hole was large enough to take a bullet!

"I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!" she screamed for the second time in less than thirty seconds, and her lush black body jerked and twisted on the white sheets as though she were in throes of a huge, uncontrollable night spirit, who needed to gut her out like it sometimes gutted out a tree in order to live there! Eflo's beautiful face was contorted in lust, and her mouth opened and closed ceaselessly as her nostrils flared darkly like an untamed wildly bucking horse from the veldt.

Ah, it's time, the wearing Captain Happy thought, and he fucked his long black cock up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm dark slippery hole beneath him. He let the sensations flow up the hard shaft where they spread out through the scrotum and overflowed into his belly.

Eflo's forehead, face, and shoulders glistened with the sheen of sweat. Her black tits felt as if they were balloons being pumped full of hot scented air, and her cunt and uterus felt as if they were being stuffed with electric eels, all throwing off their charges at once. They were wiggling up deeper, ever deeper into the dark depths of her tumultuous river. She knew instinctively that each preceding orgasm had been like a higher step on the baobab tree, that she had reached the top branch hanging over the rough river, and that now there was the dive to be made into the warm waters of oblivion. There was nothing that could stop her from making the dive, and she knew her Happy was suddenly fucking her like a madman as he sought to join her dive.

"Oooohhh, cum with me, Happy, cum!" she pleaded. "Cum with meeeee! Inside of meeee!" She wanted him to make the dive with her. She was giving herself completely to him even more than she ever had before. Why did she give him this gift that she often thought he didn't even want? She could have given herself to any man in the village, one who would have given her children! "Pleeeeeaaasssseee cummmmm, Happy!"

And the captain, hearing the words, felt the dam gates slowly opening within him. He slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her shiny black ass and cupped them tightly, pulling them toward him for greater access to her open and pleadingly thirsty cunt. He fucked into her-with all his strength, wanting to give her everything he had, at least for now. He could feel the smooth, hot flesh of her tight, almost unusual massaging and sucking away at his expanding, explosive cock. He fucked into her, ramming every last inch of his huge black authoritative cudgel into the willing hole that sucked at him down between her legs. A cry startled him. At first it sounded like the low moan of the sea wind in a cave he had visited once on a high bluff overlooking the ocean.