by Lexi Rush
Double Hot Chocolate
By
Lexi Rush
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This Literotica is based on real events...
Chapter 1 Double Hot Chocolate
I can’t believe these two beasts are still going strong. Their round one jizz-a-thon with my BFF Rhonda should have burst their rubbers. Rhonda’s in a hypnotic daze, collapsed on the couch.
Now that it’s my turn, I’m relishing being in control of these two big black cocks.
I feel like a double hot chocolate Oreo.
Derek’s groaning from my hand to gland action with his licorice log while Shamar moans as I suck his balls. I know I sound like a dirty girl, but fuck it.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come (pun intended). I admit that when we first arrived, I was in a pissy mood thanks to my piece-of-shit, soon to be ex-husband Kirk. You would too. Our deteriorating marriage had plenty of red flags. I won’t bore you with too many details, but suffice it to say, our sex-starved marriage morphed into a perpetual seven-year itch. Catching him sexting his needle dick to some nasty bitch (with smaller boobs than mine!) was the icing on the divorce cake.
I wonder if they make divorce cakes. Hey, maybe I’ll open the first Divorce Cake and Cupcake store. We can even sell a CD of Divorce Songs (hey, if everyone has a Wedding Song, shouldn’t you also have a Divorce Song?).
Fittingly, the featured flavor would have to be chocolate. Thick, dark, hot, chocolate.
Speaking of thick hot chocolate, kneeling between two big black cocks, I ponder sexting back to Kirk. Show him what real men look like and how much they are enjoying his wife—but Kirk-the-jerk’s not worth it. Plus, I don’t want to prod him to cancel his credit card, tee-hee.
I’m done talking about Kirk, but have to mention: yes, he’s named after Captain Kirk on Star Trek—enough said!
I’m amazed at how hard these two guys are—after they mauled Rhonda. I wonder if they have Viagra and Cialis in Jamaica...
Chapter 2 The Morning After
I’m still sore from last night. I’ve never been with a guy with a cock that big before, let alone two of them. I hope they’re sore too.
I wonder if they were serious about that “Caveman Party” in some place called “Moaning Caverns.” Rhonda is rustling and I giggle at how funny she looks. Just as I reach for my cell to snap a pic, she awakens with a scowl and growl.
“Well, good morning sunshine,” I can’t hide my sarcasm.
“What time is it?” Rhonda says as she stretches into a yawn.
“Coffee time.” I hand Rhonda a still warm cup that I brewed in the room. Not exactly Starbucks but hey, it’s better than Jamaican tap water. Just barely.
The knock on the door makes both of us shriek like a scary movie.
Rhonda doesn’t budge and her eyes tell me don’t you dare answer the door.
Of course I pop up and answer the door.
“Well, well, aren’t we up early?” I can’t hide my look of excitement at our one-night-standers returning the next day.
“Are you two ready to go?” Derek asks as his boyish smile flashes bright white teeth in stark contrast to his dark chocolate complexion. Derek could be a model. Not to mention a porn star! Shamar grins as he eye fucks me in silent lust.
“Uh, almost,” I lie, then, “come on in.”
Rhonda snarls as they enter.
I turn and stop them in the doorway, giving Rhonda a moment to get her shit together like a child in a timeout. “I didn’t see your ‘Caveman Party’ listed in the schedule of events?”
Both guys chuckle and look at each other. Derek says, “It’s uh, a private party...for VIPs...special invite only.”
“Mmmm hmmm, I bet it is,” I reply as my hands latch onto my hips.
“What have you gotten us into now?” Rhonda’s voice rises, a significant improvement from her cranky start but still not sounding like my bestie.
We lurch into the bedroom—where Rhonda is still in bed with the untouched coffee on the bed stand. Even with no makeup and mussed hair, she looks good.
Shamar crawls on the bed and kisses Rhonda’s cheek. So sweet.
Rhonda actually smiles, then says, “What are you three up to?”
Shamar says, “We’re going to a magical place. The boat’s waiting.” He reaches under the cover for her hand.
“I don’t have any clothes on,” Rhonda slaps his hand away and grips the sheets.
“You don’t need any. You look perfect right now,” Shamar says with a twinkle that could hypnotize.
“Well, you all have clothes on, so hand me my bikini and cover-up.”
I reach into our bag and toss Rhonda her slinky clothes.
“Don’t look,” she says, which of course makes both Derek and Shamar stare. Even I look. If you want someone not to look, you should never say “don’t look.” Just say, “Can you help me with the laundry?” and they’ll turn and run.
With us all looking, Rhonda speed dresses and is up and moving. A minor miracle given how she was before the knock on the door.
As we follow our newfound lovers out the comfort of our suite, I feel like a fish out of water. Or more accurately, a sex toy for cavemen. Now I sound like Rhonda.
Chapter 3 Enjoy the Ride
The “boat” is more like an oversized wooden tub, with four black guys laying back against the sides like they spent the night there. I notice no other females and a mix of cringe and tingle collide inside.
Derek whistles and they all pop up like Pavlov dogs about to be fed.
And all eyes are on Rhonda and me. That tingle grows to a body shiver.
Before we know it, we are greeted by more hands than needed and “helped” into the boat, then whisked onto Shamar’s lap with Derek practically on top of me. The other four gather around us like a den of wolves as the motor growls.
With three guys still standing, the boat begins moving away from the pier.
“Where are you taking us?” I ask as my anticipation pools in my bikini bottoms. I wonder if Shamar notices.
Derek grins as he says, “To a Caveman Party at Moaning Caverns.”
I’m afraid to ask. Also, I didn’t notice it listed in the activities brochure.
Rhonda blurts, “What is a Caveman Party?”
“Well, you’ll have to find out for yourself...”
“How far is Moaning Caverns?” I ask.
“About two joints,” Derek chuckles as he cups his hand around a cigar-sized reefer. He manages to light it despite the wind and takes a slow toke, then hands it to me.
I lock eyes with Rhonda and give her a fuck-it smirk as I take a puff that makes me cough like an asthmatic. I put it in Rhonda’s hand as I continue my wheezing fit.
Despite my pathetic reaction to the Jamaican Gold, Barbie doesn’t hesitate. After a big toke (without coughing), she hands it to Shamar. After Shamar, it’s back in my hands.
After two puffs, I’m already buzzed. My arms and legs feel like they could fly. Hey, maybe that’s why they call it a high.
“Nice bikini top,” Derek says to me.
I’m a bit slow to respond as the strong weed continues to penetrate my every cell. We lock eyes and he leans in and plants his lips on mine. His lips taste even better than last night and as his tongue plunges in my mouth, I moan. It is as if we are starting right where we left off and I’m not even noticing the other strangers on the boat. They merely watch us. So far.
Even though Rhonda is now mashing with Shamar, I feel like I’m the center of attention. And it gets me even hotter. I had a funny feeling when we boarded this boat that this was going to be more than a Caveman Party. I admit that when using my vibrator, I’ve fantasized about a gang bang, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would ever happen. Plus, I’m still sore from last night.
Derek unsnaps my bikini top, and before I can protest (I can’t entirely blame the weed), my boobs are on full display. This draws a cheer from the others and their gape makes my nipples explode as if they doused them with a bucket of ice water. Derek’s fingers pinch my left nipple and he kisses me again while tweaking it. My va jay jay is doing summersaults.
I notice Rhonda’s top pop open and her perky tits bounce with the waves the boat’s hitting.
One of the other guys fires up another doobie—again the size of a cigar; after a big toke, the smoke whisks out of the corner of his mouth. He manages to stand and hold his balance as if surfing, then steps toward us. I can’t help but notice the bulge in his gym shorts. Apparently I’m not the only one who gets horny smoking weed. Well, Rhonda and I probably get the credit with our bare boobs.
Even though I had a modest enhancement a few years ago, Rhonda’s are natural—and I would trade with her. Mystery dark chocolate man stops in front of us, he’s staring at my tits as he hands me the smoldering joint.
I gaze at his crotch (two can play that game) as I take a deep puff, then hand it over to Rhonda. His eyes remain lasered on me as Shamar’s hand cups my breast. I flinch but make no effort to stop him. Mystery man grabs my other breast and I admit, I love the attention. Plus my nipples are on fire—pulsing magic dust directly to my button. The powerful weed is enough to prod me to do what any girl would do in this moment...
I grab his schlong outside his shorts. And, yes he fits the stereotype! I think he’s even bigger than Derek and Shamar.
I notice everyone but the captain surround us—like sharks on wounded seals. This is getting interesting.
I feel a thud that causes all the guys standing to nearly fall as the boat slides to a halt into a sandy beach.
Chapter 4 Caveman Party
Plenty of hands “help” Rhonda and me off the boat. I feel like a piñata.
I ignore the gaping wolves for a moment and do a panoramic look. This is the most beautiful beach I’ve ever seen: palm trees swaying with a refreshing breeze, Caribbean clear water splashing onto sand that looks and feels like baking soda against my feet. I hear an intriguing cacophony of birds, but don’t see any other people. This place could be summed up in one word: paradise.
Rhonda blurts, “I don’t see any caverns.”
The guys chuckle and the captain of the boat says, “It’s a short walk. Follow.”
Shamar whisks me up onto his back and Derek does the same with Rhonda. We giggle as we piggy-back like schoolgirls along the shore. Shamar’s shoulders are rock hard and with my tits pressed against his back, I’m guessing something else is hard.
After a few minutes, we round a turn and suddenly the sandy beach is filled with huge rocks. This looks like we’ve just entered a parallel universe. I’m now grateful for the ride because the weed’s tingling has not faded. The last thing I need is a broken ankle.
Another turn and sure enough, there’s a huge rocky cavern with a sandy bottom.
As we enter, my eyes adjust and it’s much cooler in here and has an airy, almost mystical feel to it. Shamar lowers me to the sand and says, “We’re here.”
Like in the boat, the panthers slither close to Rhonda and me.
Rhonda says, “Is this the famous Moaning Cavern?”
Derek says, “One of them.”
I say, “So, where are the cavemen?”
The guys all burst out laughing. Shamar answers, “We are. You get to choose your caveman and his job is to make this cavern moan.”
Rhonda’s eyes meet mine as I realize this is about to get crazy.
Rhonda places her slender hands on her hips as she faces the crowd of six and blurts, “Well, how can I choose a caveman with clothes on?”
Derek says, “Let’s all get naked,” as he lowers his shorts to the sand. His familiar pole points right at me. All the other guys drop their shorts and my head is spinning. Not to mention my pussy. Two of them are uncircumcised, but all of them are erect. And, yes, they are all well-endowed. At least they’re not serial killers like we originally thought unless they plan to club us to death with their cocks. The reality of an impending gang bang sets in and I gulp so hard I practically choke.
Shamar says, “Your turn,” as he stares at my bikini bottoms.
Rhonda and I glance at each other, nod, then slide off our last remaining clothing—if you can call a bikini bottom clothing.
Rhonda reaches out to Derek, but Shamar says, “No, we’re going to have a Caveman Draft.”
“What the fuck is that?” Rhonda blurts out exactly what I’m thinking. I have a sinking feeling in my gut that this little game is about to get crazy.
Derek takes the lead and answers, “You each get an even three of us. Barbie picks first, then Rhonda, until everyone is chosen.”
Barbie says, “Hang on, we have one rule...” as she grabs her beach bag. Now most people would have suntan lotion, a Kindle, ear buds, a towel, maybe even a Margarita cooler in their beach bag. But Barbie has one item: a box of 36 Trojan Magnum Large Size Condoms (lubricated). Atta girl!
My high brain swirls the math of 36 as all the guys stroke their cocks and gape and telepathically say pick me first. I gulp again. Without saying a word, I point at the guy with the thickest cock. I don’t even know his name—my gut is right: this is crazy!
Rhonda says, “Derek.”
I take Shamar, who looks like a dejected puppy, even though two other dudes have bigger cocks. I consider this to be charitable in a fucked up way. I already know Shamar and Derek know how to make me cum so there is comfort in familiarity. But my va jay jay is hot and wet with anticipation for the complete strangers.
One of the guys licks his lips and persuades Rhonda to select him.
Two guys left, I chose the biggest cock remaining. And the last guy remaining is the captain of the boat—who sports a peculiar uncircumcised banana cock; he lunges toward Rhonda while holding his boomerang.
And they don’t waste any time.
Chapter 5: Moaning Caverns
Shamar isn’t just kissing me, he assaults my mouth with his tongue. His hankering has my va jay jay wild with anticipation. I notice Derek kisses Barbie just as one of my draft picks slips between my legs and conquers my pussy lips with the same intensity as Shamar. The other tweaks my nipples and sends waves of lust to my button.
If you’ve never had three guys tantalizing your primary erogenous zones at the same time, I’m going to recommend this. My pearl is ready to burst as I moan into Shamar’s mouth. H
e pulls off and nibbles on my ear lobe as a finger enters my pussy, and my uncovered moan echoes and reverberates throughout the cavern. Now I understand the description of Moaning Cavern.
“Mmm, nice and wet,” the guy with the thick cock says with that alluring accent.
They shift positions and Mr. Girth lifts me up in the air. His sword presses against my under matched sheath. I gasp as he thrusts inside. I hope the large condom fits better than his oversized torpedo invading my pussy walls.
I’ve heard the saying, “It’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion in the ocean.” With this big black cock inside me—and igniting an animal lust that see-saws the fine line between pleasure and pain—I can now say the size of the boat makes bigger waves.
Derek has Barbie on all fours and is slipping on a condom with wolf eyes. I’m too engulfed in the moment to do more than a passing glance. I feel the build-up of an epic explosion as Torpedo Man is ramming me up and down with fierce thrusts.
Torpedo Man moans with squinty eyes which can only mean one thing: he’s cumming! My eyes close tightly as my inner volcano erupts. I hope the warm liquid I feel is from me and not a burst condom.
“A squirter,” the other guy yells with glee.
After multiple total body spasms, I’m quivering as my eyes open. Torpedo Man’s eyes stare into mine as he slips me off his still-hard cock gently lowers me to the ground (and in my puddle of girl juice). Without wasting any time, the other nameless guy guides me on all fours and I hear him rip apart a condom wrapper as Derek’s cock pokes into my mouth. These guys are beyond horny, and I must admit, it’s igniting a libido inside that I cannot explain. They say most girls have a stripper fantasy, but it’s not the stripping so much as being wanted by every guy in the room.
Derek is diamond cutter hard and pre-cum lands on my tongue from his condomless cock. I flinch as my final draft pick prick presses against my still soaked pussy. As he enters me, I try hard not to bite down on Derek—not easy. My final pick feels bigger than Torpedo Man though he didn’t look as big. Looks can be deceiving or maybe my orgasm rekindles some sort of Kegel reflex.