Plantation of Lust

PLANTATION OF LUST

Beverly Sims

ROMANCE

www.BookStrand.com

A SIREN-BOOKSTRAND TITLE IMPRINT: Romance ABOUT THE E-BOOK VERSION: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to one LEGAL copy for your own personal use. It is ILLEGAL to send your copy to someone who did not pay for it. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. PLANTATION OF LUST Copyright © 2008 by Beverly Sims E-book ISBN: 1-60601-150-2 First E-book Publication: December 2008 Cover design by Jinger Heaston All cover art and logo copyright © 2008 by Siren-BookStrand, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Printed in the U.S.A. PUBLISHER www.BookStrand.com

PLANTATION OF LUST BEVERLY SIMS Copyright © 2008

Chapter 1 Hal Brewer and Jack Hampton had planned this trip for three years. They had become so obsessed with it that Hal’s wife Laura gave him an ultimatum: “Me or the trip.” Hal is now a single man again. His life was to eat, sleep, work his 9-5 job, and then turn the rest of the day into plans for the trip. He had carefully, oh so carefully, made countless lists, poured over endless maps, took refresher courses in navigating and sailing. Jack was the moneyman. He did not want to have anything to do with the down-to-earth aspects of the voyage, but he had visions of himself at the bow of the boat, suntanned, in white shorts and a beautiful woman on each arm. He had money, money, money from his grandfather’s estate, and complete faith in his friend Hal. Hal would take care of everything, and he did. Hal spent the last night before they sailed with his ex, Laura. No matter their differences, sex was always good. No, not good…tremendous. Laura could suck him dry in seconds if she chose, but generally she liked to tease him, as she did that night. They had a quiet dinner out, wine on the lanai of her new condominium in Miami, and sex under the stars. She unzipped his pant and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his muscular chest and rock hard stomach. She licked his nipples as she gently dug her fingernails into his ass, feeling it contract with her touch. She knew he liked his ass rubbed, and she liked doing it. She slid her fingers between his cheeks, feather touching his anus. He tightened more, knowing she would caress but not enter his passage. Her fingers there never failed to excite him,

Plantation of Lust

5

making him wonder more than once if he harbored homosexual desires he was not consciously aware. It did not matter because she was all woman and all his, at least as they locked in passionate kisses. His penis was hard and round and rubbing her stomach between them. Hal removed her blouse, lifting her tits out of their black hammock. He loved to see them peeking over the lacy bra. It was so sexy to watch her pink nipples harden and the aureole pucker into pointing dimples under his touch. He unfastened her bra so he could bury his face in the valley of her softness, licking and sucking until she begged him for gentle bites. Her breasts were magnificent, tasting and smelling like the Opium perfume that he loved. They were large and round, and he never tired of fondling them, nor did she tire of his touches. One of the sexiest things about Laura was her large pubic area. She was not a large woman, but her mound was. In a tight skirt, it protruded below her stomach leaving its outline for all to see. Men could not take their eyes off it so she seldom wore skin-tight clothing. Some women too were interested in her mound, like a woman who begged Laura to let her suck it in a restroom. In her tight, high-cut bikini panties, it puffed out the sides as if trying to escape. Her curls spilled out, driving Hal out of his mind. Sometimes she liked him to curl those springy hairs around his fingers, and he blew his hot breath through the thin, sheer fabric of her bikinis until she begged him for his mouth on her. Laura liked teasing as well, so this night he rubbed her mound through her panties until she dampened so much the crotch was wet. He slid the sheer fabric down to her knees as she laid back on a recliner, tits hard in the warm winds off the Atlantic. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. He licked her until she arched up and screamed out her climax. He turned to push his rock hard cock in between her lips into her mouth and quivered as she licked and sucked him until he pulled out and placed himself into her nether lips, sliding in and out of her slippery cunt. She was dripping wet and wiggling to excite him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her sweet hips up and down with his rhythm. He spurted into her, groaning his pleasure. She smiled and licked his lips as she squeezed his ass. “How was that for a going away present? Will you think of me as you chum over the side of your little boat, bouncing and puking and wishing you

6

Beverly Sims

were here inside me instead?” She was grinning as she whispered in his ear, touching the inside of it with her tongue, knowing how excited that would make him. “Damn you, Laura! Why do you always have to kill a mood with your sarcasm and spite? Couldn’t you just this once have been nice and sweet like you were until you got that damn ring on your finger?” Hal rolled away from her, went inside to shower, and returned dressed to leave. “I enjoyed you, at least the tits and cunt part. See you in a year or so.” With that, he was gone. **** They set sail on the small yacht, heading south into the deep Atlantic, skirting the east coast of South America, stopping whenever and wherever they chose. Sometimes they stayed a day or so, sometimes a couple of weeks. Wherever they found accommodating females, good booze, and interesting cuisine, they would leave the ship for a while to wander in and out of various hotels, cottages, and lovely women. One such stop sated their hungers sufficiently to allow them to turn toward the wide Atlantic and the Dark Continent of Africa. Jack began to grumble about no T and A before a week was up. He even resorted to masturbating, finally doing it in front of Hal, asking if it excited him. Did he want to do a little boy-boy stuff to tide them over? Did Hal want him to suck his dick? Did Hal want to suck Jack’s dick? How about some ass reaming? Hal laughed as if he knew it was a joke and declined. Way down deep, however, he was not sure Jack was joking and honestly, he had more than a bit of interest, but he was not that horny yet. But he did like to watch as Jack rubbed himself, cupped his balls, and skimmed his hand up and down his hard, throbbing cock. An incredible storm hit from out of nowhere, darkening the sky, and pouring endless sheet of rain. Jack even helped, for a change, with the ropes, sails, and wheel. Hal was exhausted by the time the storm finally broke. He knew the wind had changed their course, but was too tired to care. “Jack, can you handle things for a couple of hours. I have to get some rest.” “Sure, old buddy, just stretch out and get some shut-eye. I will captain this craft into the arms of some waiting Lovely, no matter on what continent

Plantation of Lust

7

or what color she is. I want to sample them all. Hell, look at me. Just thinking about it gives me a hard-on.” He stopped talking and looked slyly at Hal. “How about I help you go to sleep? Promise you will like it.” “Shit, Jack, I am too tired to even think, let alone argue with you.” He went below, stretched out on his bunk, naked, and was asleep in seconds. Jack followed him, envying his muscular arms and chest. His penis at rest was much bigger around than Jack’s cock in the same state. It curved to lie against his hairy thigh, surrounded by a mass of black curls that matched his head and chest. He was a beautiful specimen of manhood, and Jack who was so much taller and leaner envied. Jack was blond with fair skin and hair, little on his chest and around his penis. His penis was longer than his friend’s was. He wanted to rub it against Hal’s chest first before he moved forward and bent down to touch Hal’s cheek with its tip. Hal did not move. Jack became bolder and pressed it to Hal’s lips. By now, he was so excited that he erupted before he even had a chance to put himself inside Hal’s mouth. He sagged over the bunk for a while until he felt his strength returning. He felt sated and affectionate toward his sleeping friend. He brought a cloth and gently washed away his cum from the face so handsome in repose, kissing his lips and nipples. He had to feel that gorgeous penis in his mouth ... he had to! In his sleep, Hal was dreaming of Laura and her incredible mouth, so when his mind felt Laura, he pushed his penis up to allow her to take him inside, felt her tongue running up and down his length. He did not even awaken when he came, just arched, and moaned. Jack liked the feel and taste of Hal in his mouth. He liked the burst of cum as it poured into the back of his throat. He swallowed it all, licking every drop he could find. He knew he must somehow convince Hal to be a willing participant in sex between the two of them. For now, he was satisfied. He went back on deck, pleased and a bit in love with Hal, whereas before they had just been great friends.

8

Beverly Sims

Chapter 2 Hal awoke refreshed with a feeling of euphoria, like the morning after a night of draining sex. He went topside to find Jack sunning himself as he watched a group of dolphins swimming past. “Good morning, Hal. Did you get enough rest? You sure look better, believe me. You looked like hell yesterday.” Hal wondered at the look Jack gave him, and then answered. “Yes, I feel like a new man. I need to get the compass reading so I can figure out where the hell we are, especially since the sky to the southeast looks dark again.” He returned below to his maps before announcing, “Looks like we are just off the coast of Africa, just about where those damn hurricanes form, and it appears we have one bearing down on us now. Head due east and let’s cross our fingers.” The winds picked up, churning the sea into white foam as they sped away from the storm. Far ahead Jack spied a dot on the horizon that soon became their target. As they approached it, they saw nothing but jungle beyond a strip of white sand. They were in the outer bands of the budding hurricane, but in no great danger as long as the storm headed north and west where it appeared to be going. They found a small cove in which to anchor and wait out the deluge that was now over them. The skies had turned so black it seemed that night had already fallen. “Cocktail hour, don’t you think? Beer or whiskey or do you want some of the good stuff…champagne?” Hal replied, “Kind of early, isn’t it?” “Hell no. When the sky is dark, it must be night. What do you say?” “Guess a beer or two would not hurt. We’re not going anywhere anyway.” They were both pleasantly inebriated, not drunk, but no longer sober. Jack was trying to figure out how to approach Hal with his sex ideas, but so far, nothing had come to mind.

Plantation of Lust

9

Hal gave him an opening, unknowingly. He commented, “Funny thing. This morning when I woke up, I felt like I had been screwing all night, or at least part of it. Even my balls felt empty. Crazy, huh?” “Well, not exactly.” Jack was slow to answer. “Hope you will not kill me for this, but they were empty. I emptied them for you while you were dead to the world.” “What do you mean, you emptied them?” “You were so sexy looking laying there; well I could not help it. I gave you a blowjob in your sleep, and you came like a horse on a mare.” Hal felt fury rise inside him. “You did what? You sucked my cock?” Jack decided it was not a good time to mention that he had come himself on Hal’s lips and face. He hung his head as if in shame. “I couldn’t help myself, I was so horny. Doing you seemed so natural. It did not hurt you or anything, and it sure felt good to me. I really blew off myself while I was sucking you. I wish you could have felt it.” He raised his head to meet Hal’s eyes straight on. Hal sat, thinking of Jack’s word, trying to understand why his anger was diminishing. Jack was right. No one was hurt by what happened. Moreover, it must have felt good. Now he remembered dreaming Laura was down on him. He had felt what he thought was his ex and enjoyed it. What was so wrong about that? He sat for a long time, just looking out to sea, feeling the bouncing of the boat, listening to the drumming of the rain. “I need a shower, Jack. I am going up for a good drenching in the rain.” He slid off his shorts, the only thing he was wearing, and went topside. Jack waited only a minute before stripping and following his friend. When he stood behind Hal, he reached to rub the slightly hairy ass before him. When Hal did not object, he moved to press his body against Hal’s back. He reached around to take Hal’s cock into his hand. Hal felt the hand and felt his penis respond. What was he doing? What was he letting Jack do to him? It felt so damn good, he did not stop his friend, but rather reached behind himself to touch Jack. Jack cried out as Hal began to slide his hand up and down his shaft. “Please, Hal, let me suck you. I really want to feel you in my mouth again. Let’s go back down to the cots and dry towels.” Neither said a word more as they went below. They slowly dried one another, lingering on the buttocks and pelvic areas. Jack moved to the cot,

10

Beverly Sims

pulling Hall with him. He laid Hal down, and then climbed in beside him. He took Hal’s erect penis into his mouth and offered his to Hal. Finally, in what seemed like a lifetime, he felt Hal put his mouth around his own long, thin, hard throbbing penis. They began to move in rhythm until each spewed forth mouthfuls of warm wet cream. Afterward, they moved apart. Hal sat at the galley table, head down on his arms. “I never thought I would do what we just did. God, I am a damn queer.” He sounded as though he was ready to cry. “Listen, Hal, you are not a queer, any more than I am. We are just two horny men without a woman. Nothing wrong with giving each other a bit of enjoyment. I sure liked it. Be honest. Didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it, but this is all. No butt reaming, now or ever.” “Right, Hal. Just think of it as a mouth when we needed one. Hell, it will never take the place of a tight wet pussy.” They sat without talking, listening to the rain. Jack felt his penis stir, as he looked at Hal, sitting naked with his beautiful cock hanging between his legs. “Hal, I can’t help it, but look at my cock. Just seeing yours hanging like that makes me want to suck you again. You won’t have to do anything but let me drain you while I jack off. Please?” Hal looked at his friend and the hard cock in his hand. He nodded and moved to lie back in his chair. Jack dropped to his knees and began to devour Hal’s soft, then hard penis. He closed his eyes, pretending it was Laura, until he exploded. He opened his eyes to watch Jack licking him dry as he stroked his own penis until it burst into the towel he quickly put over the end to catch the discharge. Jack closed his eyes as he rocked back and forth, hips simulating sex movements until the cloth was full and he was empty. “Thanks, Hal, that was great. I love the taste of you in my mouth. However, a woman with us would have been perfect. One of us on each end. Wow, I can picture it now.” Hal laughed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you. You just came enough for a dozen men and already you are thinking of your next fuck. Don’t you ever think of anything else?” “Nah, not really. I think of it as storing memories for when I am too old to get it up anymore.”

Plantation of Lust

11

Chapter 3 The storm turned brutal just before morning, churning the ocean so much the anchor chain gave way. The yacht hit the rocky beach with such force the boat was tipped on it side with holes the size of basketballs in its bow. A giant wave hit it, swinging it around just as the men jumped into the surf to swim for shore. The beautiful vessel was now a rolling piece of destruction, taking on water as the wind blew it back out to sea. Fighting the current and wind had left them exhausted by the time they finally found shelter under a grove of trees, most fallen by the storm, but with enough brush to offer some protection. Each wore nothing but his shorts, but soon they were cold as well as wet. They huddled together, arms around one another, for heat and comfort. At full daylight, the storm had moved away enough for them to leave their shelter to investigate their surroundings. It was a narrow strand of beach, now littered with ocean debris, a lot of it from their ship. They salvaged what they thought to be useful, taking it back to their shelter. By noon, they were hot and thirsty enough to force them to look for water, so they moved into the jungle. It was slow going as they had no machete or even a knife to cut their way through the denseness. Creatures everywhere, some unseen at first, like the cats that growled from above, flashing green or brown eyes at them. They backed away slowly. In Jack’s worst nightmare, he had never imagined there could be so many different snakes, of all sizes and colors. His fear of them forced a retreat back to the beach. They knew someone or something was following them. “What do we do now?” Hal asked. “We either die of thirst or get eaten by some large furry creature or wither in the pain of a snake bite. Only thing I can think of is to walk the beach, staying by the water’s edge for what little protection it offers.”

12

Beverly Sims

“Not to say what is in it, waiting for us.” Jack made a thumb motion toward the water where a large fin was swimming close to shore. “Don’t think that is a friendly dolphin.” They gathered up some pieces of rope, some tin to twist into hooks or a blade, a shard or two of broken glass, a life jacket from their boat, and a few miscellaneous things they thought might come in handy for something later. They turned north, away from the start of hurricane alley. At dusk, they looked for a place to sleep, deciding to hollow out a bit under logs washed ashore in storms. They were too thirsty and tired to do anything but fall into their half-hidden sand beds and sleep. Thunder woke them to warm drenching rain. They turned their faces upward to catch it in their mouths. Some of the glass shards worked as small basins. When their thirst was sated, they sat looking out at the flashing sky. The lightning turned the dark into momentary daylight. Hal grabbed Jack’s arm and whispered, “I just saw a man on the beach, a couple yards from us. Flash was too quick to see much, but I think he was black and carrying a gun.” He pointed a bit to the left. They waited for another lightning strike. When it finally came, it revealed no human anywhere. “Maybe you just imagined it, do you think?” Jack’s voice trembled. “I hope it was someone, but am afraid that someone will just kill us.” “I know. Let’s take turns standing guard. We can at least hit him with a chunk of driftwood or a rock. I will start and wake you in a couple hours.” Hal had no trouble staying awake now. He searched the empty beach every time the skies lit, but saw nothing. Just before dawn, Mother Nature provided a little breath of cool air and a good downpour. They opened their mouths again to take in as much as they could. They filled the seashells they had picked up along the way with water, wishing they had more to fill. As quickly as it started, it was over. However, they felt refreshed and clean. When it was light, they moved back to the water’s edge, often letting the surf curl around their ankles as they walked. It was wet which seemed to make them fell a bit less thirsty by midday. Suddenly, ahead of them, standing so still he appeared to be a tree was a tall black man in a sarong type skirt tied around his waist. He was barefoot and carried a rifle. He had a knife strapped to one leg and a machete tucked into the waist of his skirt. There was a bone through his nose and his chest showed large scars. His face was formidable, painted white with colored stripes.

Plantation of Lust

13

Hal estimated his being at least a foot taller than his own six feet. His skin was smooth, hairless, and the color of coal. His demeanor was one of pride and confidence as he motioned to them to move forward. As they did so, slowly, he turned and walked toward the jungle, looking over his shoulder occasionally to see if they were following. Without a word, they followed him, never entertaining a thought to do anything else. He kept a slow pace for them, as his long legs would have left them behind in a matter of minutes. It was hot and humid in the jungle, swarming with countless biting creatures. Occasionally, he would swing the machete to halve a dangling snake or hack away at something they did not see, nor want to. They felt safe as long as they stayed with him, even if they might end up being his dinner. They began to hear voices and sounds of machinery. Soon they emerged from the jungle into a clearing before countless acres of field crops. Some appeared to be sugar cane, corn, and vegetables, but most were growing marijuana, acres and acres of tall graceful green plants swaying gently in the breeze. “Uh oh, I think we are in real trouble now,” whispered Jack. “Now that we have seen all this, they will never let us out of here. As they say, ‘we’re history’.” “I’m not so sure. If they were going to kill us, why even brother bringing us here?” Hal wondered aloud. “They must have a need for us, whatever it might be.”

14

Beverly Sims

Chapter 4 The tall man indicated for them to climb in the back of an old wagon pulled by a pair of even older horses. He joined the driver at the front, turning only once to look at them. They traveled for at least a half hour before the fields gave way to groups of cabins, then lawn. They both turned to look forward when the carefully manicured yard surrounded them. “Well, I’ll be damned. Look at that! Looks like Scarlett O’Hara should come out to meet us. Have you ever seen anything like this, out in the middle of nowhere?” Jack was enthralled at the white three storied, pillared house with its sweeping verandahs and incredible landscaping. Tropical flowers of every kind dotted the grassy areas, countless baskets hung from the porch roof, and pots of a hundred different kinds sat in splendor on the steps and walkways. “It must take an army just to keep this place looking like this.” The wagon stopped, and they jumped down. The black man motioned them to follow him once again. This time, he led them around the side to a door that apparently opened into a lower level, not seen from the front. He stepped back for them to enter, and then closed the door behind them. They heard the lock snap in place. “Fine kettle of fish we are in,” Jack observed. “Now what, I wonder?” “Wonder no longer,” a voice came from the dark recesses under the building. A light came on from the back where the voice was, then another, and another until the entire room was illuminated. A tall, stately black woman, head wrapped in a turban, moved gracefully toward them. “I am Delia. The man who brought you here is Samson, my husband. He looks fierce, but truly he is as gentle as a lamb.” She looked from one to the other before saying, “You have questions, I suppose. First, you must make yourselves presentable for our Mistress and her family. You will be dining with them in about an hour, so please move into the showers to your left. You will find everything you need there. When you come back

Plantation of Lust

15

out, your clothes will be awaiting you here. Please dress quickly, as the Mistress does not like anyone, ever, to be tardy. It makes her very angry.” They watched her recede from where she had come. “A real shower, shampoo, soap, fluffy white towels big enough to wrap, an elephant in. Have we died and gone to Heaven?” Jack was happily soaping himself from top to bottom, with special attention to his pelvic area. “Say, Hal, do you think we might have a couple minutes to …” His penis was hardening, and he was waving it at Hal. “I really don’t think so. Come on, you sex maniac, hurry up. Mistress does not like to be kept waiting. It makes her angry, or so I have been told.” Hanging neatly was a lightweight suit for each of them, along with a shirt and tie. There was no underwear, but there were socks and dress shoes. They were amazed to find the clothes all fit as if tailored just for them. They dressed and waited. Delia returned, calling to them as she entered the room. “Follow me, Sirs. The Mistress expects her guests to be waiting when she arrives in the dining room.” They followed her through a maze of corridors, up a flight of stairs into another maze, and finally into the dining room. The wallpaper was subtle rose patterns on two walls and bright hunt scenes with rolling hills, dogs, and uniformed horse riders on the others. It seemed a strange combination but somehow it worked perfectly. Mirrors and works of art were everywhere, not just on the walls but also on sideboards and tall cabinets that matched the long mahogany table and chairs. Chandeliers of sparkling crystals hung over the table. On it were three silver candleholders of polished sterling. Each contained a dozen candles, freshly lit. Bowls of flowers graced the long table runner of brocade. The huge table was set with only three placesettings. “Didn’t she say something about a family?” asked Jack. “Yes, she did. Guess we will know soon enough.” The door opened. The first thing they saw was a sleek black leopard with burning eyes staring at them. He walked into the room, never taking his eyes off them. A magnificent tiger followed him. It appeared half grown, but formidable nevertheless. The cats moved to the end of the table, one sitting on each side of the chair.

16

Beverly Sims

The woman who entered was incredibly beautiful. She was at least six feet tall, with black curls to her shoulders, and skin the color of honey. She stood in the doorway, eyes of black taking them in, not missing a thing. Her dress was peek-a-boo lace of white, exposing her bare shoulders and much of her magnificent breasts. The white contrasted perfectly with her dark golden skin. It became apparent as she moved that she wore nothing under the dress and there were titillating moments when they could see her nipples and the dark between her thighs as she moved. Jack let out a quiet whistle as he stood, followed by Hall who bowed at the waist. The woman smiled and spoke. “Welcome, gentlemen, I am Jasmine DuPree, and this is my home. Please be seated.” Her English had a flavor of French, giving it a lift that was ever so pleasant. “These are my family members. Sheba is the black female and Samba is the male tiger.” Both cats raised the heads at the sound of their names. Samba purred as his mistress ran her hand along his back. “Africa is a dangerous place, but I have no fears with my family around me.” She clapped her hands and a servant appeared with the first course, a thick soup they could not identify. She smiled, showing incredible white teeth and lips that were full and kissable. She seemed to know what the men were thinking as she licked her lips. “Tell me about yourselves, gentlemen. Your names, what you do, how you got here, your wives or lovers. It is not often I have company so I want to enjoy you while I can.” There was no doubt of the double innuendo, as she appraised them carefully. Each supplied the information she requested, holding nothing back. In return, Hal asked about her and her life here. She looked frankly into their eyes and spoke. “I am the granddaughter of the man who founded this plantation. His name was Benedict DuPree, as was my father. My grandfather was a rich man when he arrived here, on the run from certain authorities in Europe. He cleared the land, planted it, and made several more fortunes. His wife was a native woman who bore him only one child, my father. My father was educated in England and returned here with his wife, a pink and white girl who hated this heat and life here. She died when he found her with one of the workers, but not until she had serviced a dozen or more of the others

Plantation of Lust

17

while he watched. When the workers were done, it was a simple matter to bury her body. She did not die a pleasant death. “My father doted on me, and I remained his little girl until his death a few years ago. He had me tutored by English and French people, women of course, so he could enjoy them both in and out of his bed. They, like my mother, could not tolerate the bugs, the heat, the loneliness of plantation life, and no one ever stayed more than a year. So he had new tutors arrive every few months so that one was in place before the other left. It also gave him the opportunity to experience ménage sex, which he particularly liked, as do I. His sexual adventures were supposed to be secret from me, but a child finds out everything that happens in a household. “Since this death, I have ruled the plantation myself. Note, I said ‘ruled’ not ‘operated’ as I am the law here. Please keep that in mind. I have never had to incarcerate or punish any servant, as my two furry relatives take care of whatever I want done. “I did as I wanted and still do. However, while he was alive, I remained pure and virgin. He had an aversion to anyone black touching me, except him and my Mammy, even though I am a quarter black. The night he died, I lost my virginity to a large black man who managed the servants. The word ‘managed’ is appropriate, as my family took care of him when he tried to usurp my authority. Incidentally, I have several more family members in training; you shall meet them later. “I discovered how nice sex could be. I believe there is even a name for women like me, women who cannot seem to get enough. Whatever. I have no shame in my needs and always make sure my companion or companions are as sated as I am when we are done. I have found that mutual satisfaction is the most important aspect, beyond my own, in an encounter. Don’t you agree?” Hal nodded, but Jack spoke. “I certainly do. To be honest, just listening to you has aroused me, and I apologize.” Jasmine laughed. “No apology necessary. Actually, I am delighted. I think we three shall have some great fun together. Now, let us continue our meal and talk of less stimulating things.” The meal went on for an hour or more. Dishes of every type and flavor accompanied by suitable wines, although Jasmine controlled the amount they all drank. She knew that too much alcohol was detrimental to sexual

18

Beverly Sims

performance, and she wanted to feel every stroke and touch she was going to give and receive. She wanted it now, but liked postponing gratification to enhance the desires to full craving. “When you are finished with your meal here, we shall have dessert upstairs.”

Plantation of Lust

19

Chapter 5 “Come, gentlemen, let us retire upstairs. I will show you your rooms, one together if you prefer, or two if you like.” They followed her up the wide marble stairs, watching her ass as it moved under the dress. She smiled at them over her shoulder. Jasmine was as excited as the men, of that she was sure. She had seldom been with a white man, let alone two at a time, and she could hardly contain her desires, but was going to take it slow and savor every touch, taste, and feel. At the top of the stairs, she turned to the left, opening doors as she moved, showing them the bedrooms, letting them select their own. Each preferred one by himself. She carefully moved in front of the bedroom windows to let the light stream through her dress, showing every curve of her body. Masculine colors of browns and tans with a tiger striped throw under the mosquito netting decorated Hal’s room. Jack’s was in black and white with a black throw and white furry pillows. The décor came from books and shipped from Europe. Every detail created a display of elegance. The men were far more interested in her silhouette than their rooms. Jasmine did not fail to see the enlarged organs between their legs. She smiled and patted their cheeks as she passed between them, leading the way to the last door. It opened into an elegant suite of rooms. A king sized bed was covered with red velvet, garish but beautiful. The white canopy had a mirror, and the floor had carpeted in long white furry material. The wallpaper was red and white velvet velour. To the side they could see a huge bathroom, complete with a whirlpool tub big enough for four, at least. There was a shower in one corner, again huge, with double spigots. A skylight let the moon shine on the tub, but had a shade for keeping out the sun, as did one in the bedroom. Jasmine spread her arms wide to encompass the rooms. “Well, do you like it? It is where I feel safe alone with my family. However, for now, I

20

Beverly Sims

think I will send them away. They tend to get agitated when I cry out, thinking they need to protect me. Only once did I allow them back inside, when a man became too brutal, beating me. I do not like that, so keep it in mind. Beyond that, I can think of nothing else I dislike. “I want to watch you two undress one another. I want to see your skin in the moonlight under the skylight. Please begin.” The men stood looking at her, hesitant to move. “Oh, all right. I understand. Perhaps you need a bit of encouragement.” She moved to them, putting one arm around each neck. She kissed first one pair of lips, then the other. “Do you want me?” She dropped a hand to each bulging penis. “Ah, it feels as if you do. Apparently, I do excite you, or perhaps you are just horny. Whatever, it is fine with me.” She unzipped each pair of pants, letting them drop enough for her hand to wrap around the throbbing organs. As she touched them, each man made sounds of want, thrusting hard into her hand. “Now, let us get to know each other a bit better.” She moved away from them to pull her white dress over her head. Her breasts had dark areolas and nipples that were stunning against the gold of her body. Her hair below was a soft chocolate color with thick curls that ran a way up on her abdomen. “Come to me. Show me what you want and what you want to do to me.” Jack reached her first. He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. He burrowed his face in her neck, and then slid his mouth to take her hard nipple in his lips. Hal’s mouth covered the other nipple, as he flicked the end with his tongue, feeling it harden even more. “Now, I believe you two should remove each others’ clothes. Slowly. And touch and rub against one another. Yes, perfect, jack those cocks. Look at me while you are doing it. See my hand in my pussy, bringing out my moisture. You are both so beautiful. I want to watch your white skin against my darkness, especially when our curls meet at the groin. I want you. Jack, suck my pussy. Hal put your penis in my mouth. But don’t come, either one of you. I want you to trade places in a few minutes.” Jasmine was panting as she began her joining with the two men, until Hal’s engorged organ cut off her noise, except for the slurping and sucking sounds. Jack was licking her as he rubbed himself. He watched Hal’s cock slide in and out of her mouth as they both squeezed and caressed her tits.

Plantation of Lust

21

It became a game of round robin: one cock in her mouth, one in her pussy, one from behind, one under her, one atop her, in every configuration. She no longer told them what she wanted. They knew and did it all until she screamed her climaxes and lay exhausted on the floor between them. Their rest was short as she led them into the massive shower. She soaped them from top to bottom, not missing an inch. As she touched them everywhere, her nipples hardened again. She dropped to her knees, taking one penis, then the other into her hungry mouth as her fingers played around their assholes, until she slid a finger into each, moving ever so little. She just wanted them to become accustomed to the feel, for she had more plans for another time. This time she soaped herself completely as she sat on Hal’s throbbing member. She lifted her butt in the air for Jack to slide inside her with Hal. It was tight, but incredibly erotic. “Can you feel each other? Do you like it? Oh, I’m coming. Yes, now, both of you.” The moans of climax drowned out the shower sound. After the trio had showered again, she swatted each butt. “Off to you rooms, boys. Take a nap. You are going to need your rest later.” She kissed each pair of lips at the door. She called the cats to her, and then returned to her bedroom and the big bed awaiting her. “I am so content right now, my babies, I wish I could purr like you two do.”

22

Beverly Sims

Chapter 6 Outside her door, the men walked slowly to their rooms. Jack spoke first, “She is something else, isn’t she? I have never experienced anything like it was with her. I could spend the rest of my life trying to keep up with her demands and would enjoy every minute of it. How about you?” Hal thought a long moment before answering. “Yes, she is incredible, and I have never experienced anything like it either, and while I would never turn down a repeat performance, I think I like my nights with Laura as much, if not better. Jasmine is so focused on her own needs. She forgets that there are others involved too. With Laura, it is always about us, both of us, equally.” Then he grinned. “But a repeat performance will have to wait. I couldn’t get it up now for a million dollars.” Jack reached out to cup Hal’s penis in his hand. “Nope, looks like you are right. No response, although I could try my mouth.” “I’ll pass. I am exhausted and need some sleep. See you later.” They went into their room, climbed into bed, and slept like logs until light knocking on their doors awoke them. Each grumbled as he went to open the door. Delia stood outside where both men could see her. “Mistress would like you to breakfast with her and the family in onehalf hour. It will be most casual. Wear the swimming trunks you will find in the bureau, and I will show you to the lanai when you come down to eat. Do not be late.” She departed without another word, leaving the men to stare at each other. Hal commented in a mimicking voice, “Do not be late. Like what else do we have to do? A swim sounds great. And I am starved, always am after a night of good sex.” The swimsuits left little to the imagination. They were skintight bikini styles, white and nearly transparent so that public hair and the shape of their asses were quite visible. They met outside their doors. Jack struck a bodybuilder pose, flexing his abs and pushing out his pelvis. They were laughing

Plantation of Lust

23

as they went downstairs. Delia was waiting to lead them outside, through a pair of huge glass doors onto the lanai that overlooked not only the pool, but also a gigantic spa, countless statues and ornate pillars, and waterfalls much like one would expect at a Roman bath. Baskets and pots of exotic flowers were everywhere, giving off erotic perfumes to titillate the senses. “Wow, have you ever seen anything like this before?” Jack wanted to know. “Can’t say I have,” replied his companion, but he was not looking at the scene in front of him but rather at their hostess as she stepped out of the house. Again, she was in white. Her bikini was so small that they could see her curls and even her slit as she moved to them. “Do you like it? She turned in a circle for them to see. Her butt was clearly visible as were her breasts. It was as if she were naked, but not quite. It was sexy beyond belief. Within seconds, both men had incredible hardons. Hal grinned, as he moved to take her in his arms. “What’s not to like, Jasmine? You are enough to drive a man crazy with want.” He massaged her nipples as they pressed against his chest, feeling them harden between his fingers. “You have the most responsive tits I have ever felt.” He pulled the bra down to place his mouth over first one, then the other nipple, until she stopped him. “Food first, Jasmine second. Or should I say, food first, men second. We will have a special treat later. It will be a most enjoyable day, I promise.” They sat and ate as Delia brought their breakfast. When she had gone, Hal asked, “She seems to pay no attention to us, practically naked, ready to rip off what little you are wearing.” Jasmine laughed, licking her lips as she looked from one to the other. “She is quite accustomed to me and my needs. Actually, once she told me that seeing what goes on here makes her so horny she has to hunt down Samson, and I can assure you, he does not mind at all. Actually, the three of us have enjoyed each other on more than one occasion, and Samson lives up to his name. Perhaps, if you are lucky, she might invite you to join them, too, when I am done with you.” “Sounds like you intend to throw us out with the next tide, not an appealing picture, Jasmine. I realize we are here for your enjoyment, but it

24

Beverly Sims

seems rather callous to indicate you will toss us away like yesterday’s garbage.” Hal was disgruntled and angry. “Darlings, please do not think that. It is just that when we tire of one another, all three of us, and want the taste and feel of others, we will be free to enjoy anyone else we choose. Not that we will not be together again, separately or as a threesome, because we will, for as long as you stay here.” Hal was only slightly appeased. “How long will that be, Jasmine. How are we to go home from here, and when?” “Let us discuss that later. Now is for enjoying ourselves. Please, Hal, do not be angry or it will take away from our enjoyment,” Jasmine practically purred as she stood to rub her breasts against the back of his head. “Not necessarily, Jasmine. I think you will like being fucked hard by an angry man. Like I am, like right now.” His penis was throbbing as he pushed down his bikini and literally ripped hers off her. He picked her up in his arms, forcing her mouth open with his. He dropped her on a chaise, spread her legs, and rammed himself into her. She was not dry, but not quite wet either, so the initial entering was not easy, nor did it feel good. Hal did not seem to care as he pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to meet his every angry thrust. Her vagina grew wet as her excitement mounted. She began to moan, “Harder, harder. Yes, hard. Hurt me. Oh, I love it. Make me come.” To his amazement, she reached her climax before he did, but continued to rock with him until he blew. She kissed his face, as he lay collapsed atop her. “Hal, that was wonderful. I love it hard sometimes, but then I love it every way.” She rubbed his ass and continued to kiss him until his lips responded, and she felt his tongue for a moment, before he rose to dive into the pool. Jasmine smiled over at Jack who was rubbing his cock. “No need to feel left out. Do you want me to wash first or would you like sloppy second?” Jack did not reply, just slipped off his trunks before spreading her legs and holding them over her head. He could see the wetness dripping from her vagina, both hers and Hal’s. He rubbed his hand in it, pumping inside her with his fingers until she started to move. He put his fingers to her lips and watched as she licked them dry. Twice more he repeated it, and then pushed his cock where his fingers had been. He jammed into her until he was ready to blow before pulling out to finish in her welcoming mouth.

Plantation of Lust

25

“Did you enjoy that, Jack? You forgot to wait for me, but I will forgive you this time. I will punish you later by sitting on your face and let you love me with your tongue. How does that sound?” Jack grinned at her. “Sounds great, baby. Want to do that now? I will do that and anything else you can think of.” Jasmine wiggled out from under him, pushing him down on the chaise. She climbed above him, settling to her knees with her curly mound directly above his face. He gripped her hips to lower her down to his mouth. Within seconds, she was moaning and withering over him, pressing down as hard as she could, grinding her pussy into him. When she climaxed she nearly suffocated him with her flesh and drowned him with her wetness. He lifted her off his face and laid her on his body. She could feel his hardness again already, not rock hard, but probing. She laughed as she stood, pulling him up and into the pool where Hal had been watching them. Hal was amazed at the total depravity of his friend and the beautiful woman. “You two seem to be made for each other. I bet there is nothing you would not do or try. Am I right?” “Absolutely,” Jack replied. “I could spend the rest of my life with her, just until I went to Heaven where there will undoubtedly be millions of beautiful women waiting for me.” Jasmine laughed, “Probably not heaven for either of us, but won’t hell be fun? Millions of cocks to fuck and suck. Mmmmm, sounds wonderful, and, Jack, if you want to stay here with me forever, you are more than welcome. You will have to make friends with my family first though. If they do not like you, we could have a problem. Maybe our first step is to find a family member of your own that they will accept, and then perhaps they will accept you. How about you, Hal, do you want to stay forever, too?” Hal did not even smile. He simply shook his head no and began swimming laps. Jack pulled her close to nibble on her earlobe. “Hal has an ex-wife he still loves and who loves him, even if neither one will admit it. They belong together. I hope one of these days, they realize it.”

26

Beverly Sims

Chapter 7 The rest of the morning was leisurely and pleasant with no sex. Jasmine took them for a tour of her plantation in an open Jeep with the two cats along for the ride. She took them first to the building she laughingly called ‘The Cat House.” Inside there were a few cages, but at least a dozen exotic felines tied to stakes. Leopards, lions, panthers, tigers, ocelots, cheetahs, and some the men could not identify. They ranged in size from kittens to fullygrown. Several men and a couple women were caretakers and trainers, eager to show what their cats could do. “Gentlemen, do you have a preference? Jack, if you are going to be here long, you will need a young one. It will be easier to train him to take care of you. However, be aware, that no other animal here can defeat my Sheba and her companion Samba, and that any animal who even tries to fight my family is immediately killed.” Hal looked her straight in the eye. “In other words, your cats are in charge and any that tries to usurp that authority, meaning you, is killed. Correct?” Her laugher was the tinkle of crystal. “Of course. I may adore you, perhaps even love you, but when it comes to control, I am the one in charge. Always.” “Well, Jack, you have been forewarned. It probably would be a good idea to leave when I do, as this woman is never going to accept you as an equal.” “Hal, old buddy, I could care less about being her equal anywhere else as long as we are equal in bed. Will that be ok, my darling?” Jasmine laughed and nodded. “Now, Jack, which one would you like? Approach that young ocelot. Slowly, let her smell you. Good. Now extend your hand. We will watch her reaction to you. If she hisses and tries to swipe at you, we will try another animal.” They did the same routine with

Plantation of Lust

27

several others, until Jack said he preferred the ocelot, even though it appeared to dislike him. “He does not necessarily dislike you, but is showing his finesse at selfdefense. You have made a good choice.” She spoke to the trainers in a language the Americans did not understand, but her people smiled and nodded to the men. **** As they continued their tour, she pointed out the different crops, showing them how to camouflage the marijuana with netting from law enforcement airplanes, the living quarters of the workers and the buildings necessary for the immense harvests. She had her own airstrip, a plane, and a helicopter, both of which she could pilot. “When it is time, and if you want to go, I will see that you connect with an airline to take you home. They are not searching for you any longer as your yacht was spotted far off the coastline, floating upside down.” “How do you know that?” Hal demanded. “CNN, silly. How else? I have a satellite receiver and several TVs. I have a library of probably most every movie ever made, if you want to watch them. Oh, yes, some wonderful porn, too, with many now wellknown people trying to earn a living in their early days in Hollywood. It is fun to pick them out and imagine yourself doing what the actors are doing. We can do that later, too, if you like.” Hal, ever persistent, wanted to know, “You said, ‘when it is time,’ when will that be?” Jasmine smiled as she drove. “When I say it is time. Honestly, how can you not like it here? You are welcome guests with anything and everything you could possible want. Tourists pay me thousands for one day and night here and you are getting it all for free.” “You have tourists here? Do you fuck them like you have us?” “Yes, of course. It is very discrete and only a few times a year. Usually a married couple or even two couples wanting some new excitements in their lives. Sometimes it is just men looking for the ultimate insatiable female, and a few times, it has been women afraid of their own homosexuality and wanting it validated. They get a tropical vacation beyond

28

Beverly Sims

their greatest expectations, and I get some new bodies to enjoy. I furnish them with whatever they desire. You might be amazed at the things some have requested. I draw the line where children are involved, but all else is theirs for the taking, or giving. Above all, they want those who share sex with them to be handsome or beautiful and desirous of them. I can fulfill all their desires, alone or with my staff.” Jack commented, “Hell, Jasmine, now I know this is my kind of place.” He bent over to kiss her cheek and rub her breasts. She did not stop him, just smiled at him as he continued for a few minutes, and then pushed his hand away. “With all your illegal actives, aren’t you afraid someone might turn you in?” Hal asked. “Not at all. They are relieved of all their luggage and person items but medication before they fly out here. No GPS, compasses, cameras, wristwatches, etc. can come in, with the people arriving in sarongs I provide. We fly in from the east, so the ocean is never in their view. They sit so the cockpit is not visible to them. Africa is a big country and I give them nothing to identify. It is simple, actually. They are after sex and fulfillment, and even if a spy could get inside, they have no way to identify where they are.” Almost as an afterthought, she added,” We did have one man who managed to find his way to the beach, but sadly, he never returned. But he died happy, I assure you.” When they returned to the beautiful house, she left them to wander and explore as they liked, indicating she had plantation business to attend and would see them at dinner. The cats followed her inside Jack mused, “What do you supposed she meant that he died happy?” “Seemed pretty clear to me, my friend. I suspect she fucked him to death, or fucked him then killed him. I don’t think a murder here or there would bother our hostess one damn bit.” “Hey, Hal, you don’t know that. She is a beautiful, intelligent woman, but a murderer? I doubt it.” “Jack, you are too smitten with her to see her as she really is. I grant you she is an awesome fuck, but she is not a nice person. Don’t get carried away with her, or you might never leave this place.” “What makes you think I want to leave here? Ever. I would be perfectly content to stay with her the rest of my life.”

Plantation of Lust

29

Hal looked at his friend. “Have you fallen for her? Are you in love with her, or just in lust, like I am?” “Well, Hal, if you really want to know, I think I do love her, at least a bit. Yes, in lust, most definitely. I want to have her every day of my life. I don’t think I would ever tire of anything she did or wanted. Admit it. You like doing her too, don’t you?” Hal shook his head as in disbelief. “Jack, you do not even know her. You only know the part of her that is sexual. There is much more to love than that. Do you know her favorite color? Flower? Time of Year? Vacation spot? Does she ski? Is she afraid of spiders? What kind of pizza does she like? What is her favorite movie? Does she like Mozart or Brooks and Dunn? Who is her favorite author? Does she throw things when she is angry, or cry when she is sad or mad? Does she have bad breath in the morning? Does she fart in her sleep? “See, you know nothing about her. How long do you think you will still love her once you find she likes all the things you hate and hates all the things you like? And yes, I do like doing her. She can turn a solid man into a bowl of jelly and make him like being jelly, but you cannot fornicate all the time, even a superman like you. You have to be able to communicate, too, and share the things you like and dislike. Enough lectures for now. Want to take a walk?” Jack felt an intense dislike now for his oldest, best friend. How could he even suggest that Jack’s emotions were all physical demands? He knew Hal was probably right, but his lust was so acute he could not admit it was not love. Quite simply, he wanted her, had to have her

30

Beverly Sims

Chapter 8 They walked down the path toward the cabins where the workers lived. Children of all shapes, sizes, and colors play happy games, as if they had no cares in the world. The adults all smiled and waved, but greeted them in a language they did not understand. The doors were open in each wooden cabin so they could see inside. Each contained nice furniture, a color TV, a separate kitchen, and bedrooms, the number apparently varying, depending on the number of children. They had running water, bathrooms, and electricity.. Their homes were far superior to most homes in Africa’s jungles. Apparently, Jasmine was good to her people. The one most apparent thing they noted was that sex was not a hidden entertainment. They saw several couples engaged in intercourse in their cabins, on mattresses outside their doors, even in the fields. Apparently, there was no modesty, nor any need for it. They would stop whatever they were doing, whenever the urge hit them, and join in pairs or more in myriad different positions. “Looks to me like the mistress gives them license to copy what she does.” Hal wondered aloud. “How does any work get done around here?” Jack laughed. “Aren’t you the one who said a person can’t fornicate all the time? But watching these people enjoying themselves sure can give a man a stiff penis.” He was rubbing himself as he watched a young woman on her hands and knees while a randy young man rubbed her pussy as he pumped into her from behind. She cried out, continuing to rock with his rhythm. She looked at Jack rubbing himself, and licked her lips. Jack walked to her to reach beneath her chest to take her bouncing breasts in his hands. He pinched her nipples then moved off with Hal. “I thought you were going to take her up on her offer.” Hal laughed. Jack replied, “I was sure tempted, but the thought of Jasmine wiped that out. I cannot think of anything but Jasmine, her lips, her tongue, and her

Plantation of Lust

31

tight pussy. I would like to go right back to the house, throw her down, and ball her until I am empty.” “So, what’s stopping you? If you are going to stay here, she might as well get used to your perpetual hard-ons and ever-full balls.” “Damn good idea. That is exactly what I am going to do. Right now!” He turned back toward the house as fast as he could without breaking into a full run. He did not stop until he was at the end of the hall, outside her door. He hesitated, and then knocked as lightly as he could and still be sure she heard him. The door opened to his beautiful Jasmine spread out on her bed, naked and inviting. She smiled and crooked her finger to beckon him inside. As the door closed, he saw Delia beside him, as naked as her Mistress. She was very dark, almost coal black with the biggest mat of nether curls he had ever seen. Her breasts where large and aroused with big pink nipples jutting outward. “Take his shorts off, Delia, and show him how much you appreciate a hard cock.” Delia did as instructed, while rubbing her breasts against his chest. She dropped to her knees to rub them back and forth, hitting his cock with them. It was not a gentle thing, but it aroused him even further to see her beating him with her swollen tits. She pushed them together and began to pump herself so that it seemed he was actually fucking them. Jasmine arose gracefully from the bed to pour scented oil down the valley Delia’s breasts had created. Jack felt the oil, warm and lubricating. He could not stop his semen from rising to spew over the breasts. “Lovely, Jack, lovely. And Delia, now that Jack is a bit weary, shall we continue what we were doing? Come, Jack, lay beside me.” She spread her legs wide again to admit Delia complete access to her wet, waiting opening. Her clit was already swollen and ready. Delia teased it with her tongue, then teeth until Jasmine arched her hip so high Delia had to rise up to keep from losing her masterful manipulation of her Mistress. Jasmine sat up finally, pulling Delia to her. She rubbed her face on the black breast then down into the mat of curls. “Your turn, sweet girl. I want to taste you now.”

32

Beverly Sims

She burrowed into the crotch that was moving in front of her until Delia cried her climax and dropped on the bed next to Jack. All three were wet with sweat and cum. The smell alone was enough to make Jack’s cock stir. They lay side by side, savoring the sex they had all enjoyed. Jasmine raised herself on one elbow to look at Jack. “I really would like to know what you think you were doing when you barged into my bedroom, uninvited. That is absolutely forbidden here. I think you will have to be punished, but first let me hear your reasoning.” “What I was doing was looking for the ravishing woman who has me so under her spell that I could not wait another minute to possess her again. If I stay here, this will be my room as well, and I will take you whenever and however I want. This time was not what I had expected, but I have no complaints. Delia, you were wonderful and I enjoyed what you did so much I would like it again sometime.” His firm, flattering reply, took Jasmine aback. No one had ever talked to her that way since her father died. At first, she felt a rush of anger. How dare he tell her what to do? She looked at him without speaking, thinking that it felt nice to have someone forceful, but someone she felt she could trust. It might be nice to have someone to share the burdens of her life with and the responsibilities of the vast plantation. It was really more than one person could handle as she had found out since losing her father and his abilities. Somehow, she liked the power she detected in his voice. She especially liked his confession of her power over him. “What would you have done if I had been with Samson instead of Delia? Or both of them. Or any number of other people? Would that have bothered you?” He knew his reply would determine his staying or leaving, but he did not have to think about what to say. “Sweet Jasmine, I will not promise I will ever like you with other men, unless I am participating too. However, it you have that need and I know no one man will ever be enough for you, I will understand. I know you will not mind if I desire other women too. I do not believe in that one-man for one-woman theory. Nor that homosexuality is wrong. We both enjoy all kinds of sex, singly or with multiple partners, and that watching others excites us both. I only ask that at the end of the day, only we two share this bed. It is for our nights only.” Jasmine looked at him before dangling her black curls and honey breast over his face. She kissed him deeply, sighing. “You idiot, I might have shot

Plantation of Lust

33

you for coming here. However, I am glad you did. Do you think that you really want to stay here with me instead of returning to your Miami, for those long-legged blondes I see on TV parading on the beaches?” He took her face in his hands and kissed her full lips. “If I want a blonde, I will order in one for us both to share. Or expand your tourist business to include young Swedes?” He kept kissing her until she nodded. Her hand reached his penis, and he was ready again. She waved Delia away as she pulled him on top of her to join in what was as close to love as she had ever felt. Somehow it was different this time, fuller and better. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered his name over and again as she reached her zenith.

34

Beverly Sims

Chapter 9 In the morning, they again met for breakfast at the pool. Jasmine arrived arm in arm with Jack. The way they smiled at each other let Hal know it was more than a good roll in the hay they had shared last night. He said, “You two look like you have found the lost treasures of King Solomon’s mine.” Jack kissed her lips, and then replied, “Something far better than the mines. I have found the woman I want to spend the rest of my life loving.” Jasmine smiled at him, and then turned to Hal. “I will take you to an airport later today so you can catch a flight back to Miami. I trust you will tell no one where to find this place. I am going to keep Jack here with me forever. For the first time ever, I think I know what love is and I feel some direction in my life, beyond my sexual needs. I want to make him as happy as he makes me.” “Say, Hal,” Jack grinned, “her favorite color is white. Her favorite flower is any purple orchid. Her favorite pizza is pepperoni. Her favorite movie is Dr. Zhivago, because she has never seen snow or ice. Any other questions?” “No, I think that about covers it. Congratulations to you both. I wish you every happiness.” His face turned from a grin to a somber expression. “Jasmine, can we go earlier? I have some unfinished business at home, if she will have me back.” “Right after breakfast we can go, unless you want to stick around for another threesome. But remember that everyone thinks you are both dead, after the yacht turned up floating without you.” Hal replied, “As wonderful as that would feel, and I appreciate the offer, I just want to go home. I don’t remember ever having sex like I did here, and if we keep talking about it, I will want a repeat.” Jack grinned as he pulled Jasmine’s robe off her shoulders. He bent to kiss her mouth before moving down to bite her nipples gently. He slid his shorts down before picking her up lay her on the chaise. He moved to Hal

Plantation of Lust

35

and touched Hal’s growing penis though his shorts. Hal closed his eyes as his cock felt the mouth Jack had placed over the end of it. He rocked to the rhythm of motion set by Jack until Jack stopped, pulling him over to the chaise where they both knelt to worship Jasmine’s full breasts. They both rubbed her stomach, thighs, and crotch. As she dampened, she turned to position herself on her hands and knees. She took Jack into her mouth, offering her wet vagina to Hal who came up behind her. He could not resist rubbing her beautiful buttock, so full and round, first with his hands then with his cock. He entered her, feeling her muscles contract around him. He had no idea why he was doing this as he had vowed to himself that he would have no more sexual encounters on the plantation. Nevertheless, he could not stop. This woman was like a narcotic. He could understand why Jack wanted to stay. Laura was in Miami, and he loved Laura. He knew this was wrong, but one last time couldn’t hurt. Hell, Laura might just tell him to go to hell, and he could use one last bout of sex, especially incredible sex like this. He pumped into her, holding off his climax until he felt her reaching hers. They came together, just as Jack pushed his final thrust into her mouth. Afterward, the lay together on a blanket on the deck, arms around each other, caressing still quivering body parts. Jasmine kissed each pair of lips in turn, and then moved their hands to her breasts. “There is one thing I want to see and do before you leave, Hal. Will you indulge me this one thing? I know it is not something either one of you have done before, but I want to see you do it.” “What have we not done, Jasmine? What do you suggest?” “Don’t get angry before you hear me out. I had hoped to keep you both here for a few weeks at least and work you up to this slowly. Your insistence that you leave earlier, Hal, has made that out of the question. So, I ask for one more day. Today, I want you to fuck each other. I will be with you, guiding you. One of you can do me while the other fucks you, then you will trade places.” “No way,” Hal yelled. “I will not bugger Jack or anyone or let anyone do me either.” “Come on, Hal.” Jack tried to soothe him. “What can it hurt and it will be something new to try. Besides, if you don’t agree, Jasmine might not take you out of here until you do.”

36

Beverly Sims

Jasmine smiled before speaking. “No, Hal, I will not force you to do it. I am asking for it as a favor. I love watching men with men. Their muscles strain as they move together. Their penises throb as they slide in and out of the ass they are fucking. It only hurts for a moment or two. I can tell you from experience, and then it is wonderful, especially when someone else is there to manipulate and caress and suck.” By now, Jack was rubbing his penis that had already grown. He took Hal’s still soft cock in his hand, then into his mouth. Hall fought the rising passion he felt as Jasmine started kissing him and rubbing her big tits against his chest. He started moaning, moving his hips toward Jack’s face. “Turn over, darling,” Jasmine instructed Jack. He did as she instructed, lifting his ass in the air. She dropped to her knees to suck Hal’s now throbbing penis, and then moved away to guide it toward Jack’s exposed rectum. She reached for a bottle of oil under the chaise and rubbed it all over Jack’s ass, sliding her fingers inside to lubricate his canal. She oiled Hal, as her hand still held him, moving his skin back and forth, until he lunged with desire into the target she had placed before him. Jack cried out, and then relaxed as Jasmine slipped her head under him to take his cock in her mouth. Soon he was meeting Hal’s every stroke, feeling sensations he had never before experienced. He asked Hal to slow down and try to go deeper, which Hal by now was more than happy to do. The texture and feel inside Jack was different from any woman, but not necessarily better. Nevertheless, Hal climaxed with a velocity he did not remember ever having felt before. He moved away from Jack and fell on a chaise beside him. He knew he had no choice but to offer himself to his friend. Jasmine moved to him, sliding her oil covered fingers into his ass, slowly, until he relaxed and began to enjoy the feeling. He turned over, looked at Jack behind him. Jack’s penis was gigantic, glistening with oil. He touched it against Hal, moving inside ever so little at a time, until suddenly shoving it inside clear up to his balls. Hal screamed, and then told himself to relax. It was not as bad as he had expected. He did not move at first, just let Jack slide in and out. Jasmine was rubbing his balls and kissing him, tongue deep in his mouth. Then remarkably, the sensation began to build. He started to move with Jack. This too was different from anything he had ever felt. It was painful,

Plantation of Lust

37

but pleasurable at the same time. His own cock began to harden and Jasmine smoothly rubbed it. Their rhythm became quicker and quicker until Jack exploded. Jasmine pulled Hal down on her, opening her legs to admit him. She was dripping with desire and he was now hard and ready to provide what she wanted. She spoke, “Hard, Hal, like the other time. Hard and fast.” He obliged until they both groaned their final pleasure. Again, they lay together, three exhausted bodies, arms and legs intertwined. They slept a short time until the sun moved to shine too warmly on them. Finally, Jasmine rose and suggested they dress for the flight. “Unless, you want another round before we leave.” “I tell you, Hal, this woman in insatiable. She is probably ready again, while we are as limp as noodles.” He stood, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close in a loving embrace, not a sexual one. Jasmine kissed Hal gently on the lips. “I think we will come to Miami to visit you and your Laura. Perhaps we all four could share a day or two of lust. I think I would like that, and I think you would too.” She patted his cheek and walked to the house, arm in arm with Jack. In less than two hours, Hal waved goodbye as the small plane lifted off from the runway, leaving behind his best friend and the woman whom Jack wanted to love the rest of his life. Hal was glad for him, but unsure of his own future.

38

Beverly Sims

Chapter 10 He tried to phone Laura from the airport, but had to leave a message on her recorder. He tried her cell phone, again leaving a message. He tried her office, but when he left his name, her secretary became angry. “That is not funny, whoever you are. Her husband died at sea a few days ago. You are a sick person to do this to her.” She hung up, slamming down the receiver. He tried again when he changed planes in Nairobi, and again in Rome, before the last legs of his Miami trip. Fortunately, he had not lost his wallet with his money and credit cards, so that was not an issue. As the plane banked to land in Miami, he counted half a dozen brilliant white cruise ships sailing in and out of the port. Maybe he would take Laura on a cruise. Or to New York for a Broadway show and shopping. Or to the Rockies to ski. Or to a dude ranch or a mountain cabin or … or … or. However, he had to find her first. He left messages on her recorder each time he called, not knowing that she cried, swore, and yelled her anger and grief at whoever was leaving those messages. The connections were poor, so she could not hear the voice clearly, but was sure it was the same man each time. She disconnected the recorder and had her calls forwarded to her secretary. Her cell lay, uncharged, on her desk, and left behind. She packed a bag after calling the airport to reserve a seat on the next flight to San Francisco. She had her workload covered and planned to simply sit in her hotel room overlooking the Bay and deal with her loss. Way down deep, she kicked herself for not being understanding with Hal’s wanderlust. If she had been, perhaps he would still be alive. No, whom was she kidding? He would have gone anyway. Divorced or not, he would have left her to sail with Jack to his death. The doorman called that her taxi was there. Then she was gone, seconds before the phone rang again, a dozen rings before Hal gave up. Hal took a taxi directly to her condo. The doorman told him that she had just left. No, he did not know where or anything else for that matter. He

Plantation of Lust

39

knew Jack well as a regular visitor to Laura’s home, but did not know Jack was missing, presumed dead. He told him that she had taken only one large suitcase, plus her usual large handbag. He promised to call Jack when she returned. He went to her office, where her secretary almost fainted at the sight of him. She apologized for her reaction to his call, but he understood. No, she had no idea where Laura had gone, only that she would be gone for a couple weeks. No, she had not taken his reported death well. She seemed devastated. That gave Hal a spark of hope. All he had to do now was find her or wait for two weeks for her return. He sat in his apartment overlooking the ocean just outside Miami. Like a bolt of lightning that was striking out over the sea, illuminating the sky, a precursor to the thunder that followed, he thought to call the travel agent they always used, but they knew nothing of her plans, other than she had asked the names of hotel in California, but in Los Angeles and San Francisco. He hit the computer to Travelocity, then Expedia, to get phone numbers of the major hotels in both areas. He knew she would stay at a quality place, so that narrowed it downfrom a kazillion to just a couple million. And what about the suburbs? And was she alone or registered under another name? A man’s name. Maybe she was with a man. Maybe she had turned to other arms while he was gone. The maybes spun around and around in his head until exhaustion claimed him. The days dragged by, each at least 72 hours long. He finally packed a bag and returned to her building, where he finally convinced the doorman to let him into her condo. He did not need a key, because he was not leaving until she came home. He could feel her there. He could smell her perfume. Her shampoo was on her pillows, reminding him of the times he had buried his face in her hair as he made love to her. He drank too many glasses of her favorite wine, so much, he had to order more to replace what he had consumed. He checked the freezer and refrigerator but found them mostly empty, so he ordered steaks, potatoes, and salad makings. He cleaned out the fuzzy stuff in the refrigerator and added the necessities to his list. When the housekeeper came, he sent her away, preferring to do the cleaning himself. Soon there was nothing to do but wait, and wait, and wait, and wait.

40

Beverly Sims

He slept in her bed, relishing the scent of her. He put his nose on the sheets where she had slept, hunting for her essence. He would lie, breathing it in as he masturbated, picturing her under him, over him, on him. Night after night, he emptied himself wanting her. Miami was in another of its perpetual thunderstorm, so loud he did not hear the door open or Laura’s return. She dropped her clothes as she moved through the condo, too tired to even hang them up. She slid into her king sized bed, wondering why the housekeeper had not made it up. She rolled on her side, curling her arms up under her head. When she felt the bed move, she felt panic, but remained still, too afraid to move. Someone was in her bed. An arm wrapped around her waist, rolling her on her back. Laura knew she was going to be raped and probably murdered. She remembered hearing not to fight a rapist. Cooperating might just save her life, but she was too frightened to do anything any way but lie there. A face appeared above hers, but it was too dark to see. She felt lips on her neck, then on her mouth. She smelled him and knew she was going crazy. He smelled and tasted just like Hal. Hal was dead. She lay still, tearing running down her cheeks. “Why are you crying, darling?” Lightning brightened the room. She could see. It was Hal. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck. They did not speak, but kissed as if there was no tomorrow. And for them, now, there was none. It was all tonight. They touched each other everywhere. They felt the familiar skins they both loved. They caressed the spots that excited them. As he entered her sleek, wet vagina, he breathed the smell of Laura, and whispered, “I love you, Laura. I love you!” “I love you too, Hal. Love me. Love me as only you can do. I want you. Promise never to leave me again.” They moved together, but it was a short time as they both were so aroused. They reached their climaxes too soon. For a while, they lay together, savoring the touch and feel of one another. They went to shower, again letting the storm provide the light. It seemed perfect that way. He lathered every inch of her. Then he pressed her against the wall, kissing her lips, her shoulders, her neck, her breasts, and her stomach. He dropped to his knees to kiss her mound, ran his fingers though her curls, felt the hot

Plantation of Lust

41

wetness with his fingers, and then ran his tongue into her slit, to the button he loved to rub and taste. His hand squeezed her ass, pushing her into his face so hard, he could hardly breathe, but it did not matter. All he wanted was Laura, every inch of Laura. When she cried out her climax, he held her close as they stood under the water, letting it cleanse them and his soul. He had Laura, and he would never let her go.

THE END WWW.SIMSBOOKS.COM

www.BookStrand.com