It's always hot in Africa.

The July sun pleasantly caressed the body. Relaxing after a swim, I lay on a sun lounger, lazily looking at those around me. At this time of year there were more than enough people wanting to relax on the southern shore of the Mediterranean Sea. Europe was suffocating from the overwhelming heat, but here in Tunisia, the temperature rarely rose above thirty. Just yesterday I noticed a rather strange couple on the beach.

A young, pretty black woman approached the shore again and again and, after wandering around the shallows, returned back. She did not undress, but even without this her slender figure, as if carved from ebony, was clearly visible. Her companion, also dark-skinned, was

nearby and also had no desire to plunge into the transparent waves rushing onto the shore. He wore a baseball cap on his head, which he adjusted every now and then, and his eyes were hidden behind dark glasses.

Perhaps they were cold at thirty degrees, and the north of Africa was the real North for them - I don’t know. I involuntarily began to follow them and noticed how the black man, walking between the rows of sun loungers, every now and then stopped near a lonely blond girl and talked to her about something. Judging by the blush that occasionally stained the girl's cheeks, they were talking not only about the weather. His companion at this time pretended that she was not at all interested in this. Wandering knee-deep in clear water, she cast glances around, as if looking out for someone.

Another couple, most likely foreigners, were relaxing not far from me. The young woman was wonderfully beautiful. The chiseled figure, which the tiny swimsuit could not hide, literally attracted the eye. Although the face was hidden behind large sunglasses, I was able to see that it, too, was beyond praise. She would lie on the sand with someone like that... But next to her lay a well-fed, rosy-cheeked man who looked much older than his companion. His substantial belly, already damaged by the sun's rays, was hiding in the shade of the beach canopy. “He’s lucky,” I thought with involuntary envy, unable to take my eyes off the charming woman.

The gentle sun and the splash of the oncoming wave were conducive to a pleasant pastime. Lulled by them, I closed my eyes...

The dark-skinned couple was again by the water. I wanted to take a closer look at the owner of the ebony figurine and I followed them. My height and good build attracted attention, so I was not surprised when the black-haired black woman’s casual glance lingered on me. Her face looked like a doll's, the only difference being that it was the color of dark chocolate. Correct facial features, large eyes and thick, appetizing lips could compete with the best examples of human creations.

Imagining myself in her arms, I involuntarily experienced a surge of vitality. Perhaps I interested her to some extent. In any case, after a kilometer-long swim, I got ashore and ran into her nose to nose. It seemed that she was specially waiting for me, walking at the edge of the surf. Her companion was not visible. Opening her plump lips in a smile, she spoke in English. From everything she said, I understood only two words: wonderful and time. Shrugging my shoulders uncertainly, I made it clear that I did not speak the language. However, this did not stop the girl. She began to speak more slowly and it finally dawned on me that she was inviting me to her room. To make sure my conclusions were correct, I drew a number icon and a question mark on the wet sand.

She immediately sat down next to me and with her sharpened nail depicted the number 332 and the time 15.00. Now the doubts had left me, but I was still indecisive, not knowing how to accept her invitation. While I was thinking, the black woman stood up and, giving me a parting smile, walked away with a majestic gait. Noting to myself the seductively protruding bottom, barely covered by a transparent black scarf, I nevertheless decided to pay a visit, although I could not even imagine how it could end.

Imagine my surprise when on the door behind which the stranger had disappeared, I saw the gilded numbers “ЗЗ2”. After waiting a couple of minutes, I knocked decisively. Was it, wasn’t it – I didn’t really have anything to lose. The door immediately opened, and the wide, white-toothed smile of a black woman greeted me at the threshold. Now there was certainly nowhere to retreat, so I entered. In the room, besides the black girl who let me in, there were three more. Her fellow countryman was sitting in a chair by the window, the girl with whom he flirted on the beach sat on his lap, and on the large double bed sat a charming stranger who had come here the day before.

On the table stood an open bottle of whiskey and some other pot-bellied bottle, and there was a faint scent of some kind of weed in the air. The black woman, smiling welcomingly, invited me to the table. I put out my gin and took the offered glass of dark brown liquid. The same glass was in the hands of the stranger. The owners of the room looked at us expectantly, waiting for us to drink. Maybe their rules of hospitality say this: treat guests first? I took a sip from my glass and felt my entire insides literally burn. The glass contained the strongest rum. I once tried this, but then it was not so strong. The faces of those present lit up with smiles.

I courageously finished my drink and put the glass on the table. The owner of the room applauded and kissed the girl sitting on his lap on the tanned cheek. Another guest drank after me, though not completely. Gradually the atmosphere calmed down a little, or it just seemed to me - after the rum I felt a little dizzy, but I felt great. The owner kept glancing at his watch, obviously waiting for someone else. We met, somehow expressing ourselves on our fingers. His name was Chuck, his girlfriend was Naomi. They came from Senegal. The girl sitting on the owner's lap was called Sandra, she came from Monaco. The charming guest was Italian. Her name was Irene. But, as it turned out later, her husband, the fat man on the beach, was Italian, and she herself was from Saratov. Ira means. This is the kind of international that has gathered. I would also like to know why?

We drank a little more, whoever wanted what, Chuck took out a box of small cigars from the nightstand, lit it himself and invited the others to try it. That's where such a persistent smell was in the room. They smoked weed. I decided to try it too. After several puffs, the head gently lifted from the shoulders and floated somewhere, carried away by rings of fragrant smoke. My soul felt light and joyful. The others experienced something similar, but the owner of the room, in my opinion, decided to swim even further. He shamelessly groped Sandra sitting on his lap, kissing her passionately with his thick lips. Naomi didn't seem to care. She sat in another chair, crossed her legs, and blew smoke rings towards the ceiling.

— How long have you been here in Tunisia? – I asked my fellow countrywoman, glad that at least I could talk to someone.

— The second week,” Irene said, looking at me strangely. - It's boring here. Only in such company can one relax,” she said and, stretching her flexible body, suddenly lay down on her back. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to have completely passed out. I looked at the black woman, trying to determine the course of my further actions, but she only nodded her head affirmatively and, pulling a yellow T-shirt over her head, moved closer to the bed. Her large breasts swayed elastically with coal-black nipples.

Naomi crawled up to the young woman and with soft, leisurely movements began to untie the knot of her blouse on her stomach. Another minute and the elastic white breasts of an ideal shape were free. The thick lips of the black woman sucked on the bright bead of the left nipple. Feeling a pleasant weakness throughout my body, I dared to kiss the right one. And I was not mistaken, this is exactly what was expected of me. Irene still lay motionless, surrendering to our caresses, and only the faint trembling of her eyelids indicated that she was still alive. Gradually I got the hang of it, my hands began a dangerous journey along the beauty’s body, ending in her shorts. A short brush of hair at hand indicated that the girl was taking care of herself.

Sorting through the fine hairs, I ventured further. The fingers felt the wet petals, the slightly hardened clitoris. Meeting no resistance, I risked plunging them into the hot crevice. Irene still did not react to our caresses, only a weak moan escaped from her chest, and on the contrary, I experienced a surge of excitement. Feeling my penis filling with strength, I wanted to free myself from my clothes, but they helped me. Naomi, in one subtle movement, pulled off my shorts and stared at my dick with her eyes burning with excitement. This has never happened to me before.

Burning with impatience, I pulled myself higher and slammed my hot lips into the Italian’s half-open mouth. She stirred sleepily, put her arm around my neck and finally kissed me back. At that same moment I felt the black woman’s breath on my penis. Her large pink tongue licked the swollen flesh. Having exposed her head, she, smacking her lips with pleasure, began to suck my penis, plunging it deeper and deeper into her insatiable mouth. Thick lips softly enveloped him from all sides, causing indescribable bliss. And then I remembered Chuck. Squinting my eyes, I saw him still sitting in the chair.

Only Sandra was no longer sitting on his lap, but, sitting on the floor, lustfully licked a large and long, hose-like black penis. Her head moved up and down, her lips slid over the hardening flesh, and at some point it seemed to me that she was not even alive, but made of ebony. Chuck's huge penis was only half immersed in the girl's tender mouth. At another time, I would have enjoyed watching their actions, but at that moment I had no time for it. Irene hugged me tighter, her tongue fluttered in my mouth, intertwining with mine, her breasts swollen with desire.

My fingers sank deeper and deeper into her womb, and the erect penis in Naomi’s mouth held on with all her strength. Obviously, the latter understood my condition, because she suddenly released it from her mouth, pulled off Irene's panties and helped her climb on top of me. The chiseled hips of the newly minted Italian spread apart, and with a loud, drawn-out sob she sank onto my heated penis. Naomi pressed her chest against her back, accompanying the movements. Go crazy! Just a couple of hours ago I was admiring this beauty, jealously watching the fat man, her husband.

And here she is on top of me, wriggling with her whole vicious body, sitting on my dick. Her eyes were still half-closed and it was clear that she was completely in the grip of the sensations she was experiencing. The pink sponge bitten by pearlescent teeth was proof of this. Wrapping my hands around her round ass, I helped her movements, pushing her hard onto my penis. At some point, he slipped out and immediately ended up in Naomi's mouth. Having quickly licked it, she carefully returned it to its original place, guiding it with her hand into the Italian’s vagina.

I felt that I wouldn’t last long and tried to slow down, but the next event completely unsettled me. Someone's shadow slid nearby and I suddenly saw Chuck's black penis, swollen to incredible sizes, right above my head. Climbing onto the bed, he thrust his monster into Irene's mouth. She grabbed him with both hands and greedily sucked on him. Continuing to swing on me, she enthusiastically surrendered to the new fun.

At this point I couldn’t stand it. A powerful fountain of sperm seemed to throw the girl up. A tight stream hit the walls of the vagina, irrigating them with viscous thick nectar. However, this did not cool the beauty’s ardor. Continuing to rock on my dick, she sucked the black monster with frantic energy until a whole stream of healing nectar burst out of it, splashing the young woman’s face, neck and chest.

With loud passionate sobs, squirming on my face, she continued to swallow Chuck's cock, holding it with both hands. Despite the orgasm he had suffered, the black man’s organ was still large, but, in my opinion, it had lost its former hardness. Naomi stood behind her husband, pressed against his back, and stroked his curly chest with her hands. Her gaze looked with love and tenderness at her husband’s member trembling in the Italian’s mouth. I suddenly felt uneasy, especially from the position I occupied. I easily got out from under Irene's charms and was just in time for the moment when Sandra began to lower her curly crotch onto my dick. Holding it with her fingers, she spread the vaginal lips with her other hand and directed it between them. I again plunged into a hot cave, but now as a citizen of another state. Noticing that I had freed myself from Irene’s hips, Sandra smiled slyly and moved her lips to my mouth. The girl's firm breasts pressed against my chest.

Pierced by two members at the same time, she completely surrendered to them. Only a weak grimace, sometimes reflected on her face, indicated that she was experiencing some painful sensation from this double penetration. I wonder what the rest are doing, it flashed through my head. But immediately a new wave of acute sensual pleasure extinguished this thought.

Naomi ducked under the hot shower jets, inviting me to join. To be honest, I myself dreamed of washing away the remnants of love. She carefully moved a washcloth over my body and smiled at something all the time. Turning my back to her, she suddenly pressed her chest, flat stomach, hips against me and began to rub, while grabbing my penis with both hands. Oddly enough, he came to life again. Obeying the owner’s wishes, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub and she immediately dropped to her knees, wrapping her thick soft lips around my hero.

A couple of minutes later, she just as suddenly stopped her caresses, stood up and, turning her back to me, sat on my penis. He easily penetrated the vagina and all I had to do was hold Naomi’s smooth, convex buttocks so that she would not lose balance when moving. At some point, she raised her butt, sparkling an incredibly pink crotch against the general chocolate background, and began to lower herself again, but this time with the ring of her anus.

It was tight and the head of the penis barely entered halfway. I froze, holding my penis with my hand and watching with interest as the black woman, deftly rotating her ass, rising and falling again, each time pushed herself deeper and deeper onto it. Finally she achieved what she wanted and now moved rhythmically, with obvious pleasure. I also got a buzz, but more from what I saw. Never in my life have I had to deal with a woman in this way, especially a dark-skinned one. Naomi, on the other hand, deftly slid on my dick, pushing herself deeply onto it with her protruding ass, every now and then turning her shining white-toothed face towards me.

By some miracle, she managed to guess the moment when I approached the finish line. Deftly jumping off my penis, she caught the first stream with her wide open mouth. Her large pink tongue began to move, every now and then licking up the protruding sperm. Finally, she smiled with satisfaction and swallowed the entire supply of nectar collected in her mouth. Still with the same smile, she opened it wide, showing that it was indeed empty. The love session came to an end...

... stretching sweetly, I opened my eyes. The sun was already setting, disappearing behind the horizon. Its slanting rays were no longer hot. “Did I really just dream all this?” - looking around in bewilderment, I sat down, dispelling the remnants of sleep. None of the participants in the process I so clearly dreamed of was nearby. What the hell? After gathering my things, I hobbled towards the hotel, still looking around. When I got to my room, I collapsed on the unmade bed and instantly fell asleep. I slept without any dreams, and when I woke up early in the morning, I felt such a surge of strength that I instantly remembered everything that I had dreamed of yesterday.

After taking a shower and getting cleaned up, I went to the restaurant for breakfast. The hall was half empty, but I immediately noticed the beautiful Irene, if that was her real name. She sat at the end table, lovingly spreading chocolate cream on toast and placing it on her husband's plate. He, his cheeks puffed out from tension, ate his fill of the food placed on the table. Seeing the beauty, I winked at her, but immediately extinguished my smile when I met her cold, indifferent gaze.

I lay on the beach until lunch, but during that time I didn’t see any of my virtual friends from yesterday. Just heading to the hotel, I suddenly ran into an Italian woman. In turn, deciding not to notice her, I turned away, but she, drawing level with me, thrust a piece of paper into her hand.

— Don’t miss the session, mister,” she whispered to me, smiling, and hurried forward, catching up with her fat man husband.

I unfolded the piece of paper. “15.00 – 332” there was an inscription on it made with a ballpoint pen. Looking at the Italian woman’s delicious ass, I could not recover from amazement. “Really!?” Часы показывали начало второго. Чтобы окончательно развеять свои сомнения оставалось ждать чуть больше часа.

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