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Hello, friends! This is a small excerpt from my book, The Diary of Robbie – The Erotic Journey of a BBW Goddess. Hope you enjoy it, and if you do, I would love to hear from you. You can purchase the full series for a heavily discounted price here Enjoy!

The prospect of meeting April again was tempting. I had missed her more than I was ready to admit. Suddenly, I found myself asking her to join me on the trip to Barbados and two days later we were holding hands tightly as the plane shook and shimmied over the Atlantic, making its best impression of a grasshopper with its tail on fire, after being caught in the aftermath of a hurricane heading for the US coast.

Eventually we landed and never had I been more grateful to feel terra ferma under the soles of my feet. As we went out of the airport terminal we were greeted by paradise, so much so that it almost caused sensory overload. So much green of all shades, shapes and sizes glistening in the morning Bajan sun almost hurt my eyes, accustomed to the 500 shades of grey of the British autumn. So many new fragrances in the air, unknown to our continental brains, each one both strong and pleasant, that for a few minutes I not so much breathed, but sniffed the air. So many unknown sounds of birds I had never seen or heard before that soon my neck hurt from constantly turning my head up, left and right, trying to spot the twitterer.

From there we took a taxi driven by what I can only describe as a demi-god, a local of about 35, looking more like a fashion model than a taxi driver. Me and April looked at each other knowingly. Under the white, spotless shirt you could see his perfectly shaped chest and abdomen. His arms were strong, but without that “workout in the gym” look, his ass was just perfect in his tan shorts, and his feet were, again, muscular, but not overtly so. His skin was ebony and smooth all over. To top it all off, he had a perfect smile, which he used a lot, and quiet, inquisitive eyes. Did I mention his ass?

Of course, April being April, pounded him with questions. He spoke very good English, with just a hint of local accent. His name was Aroldo, which, he said, means strong as an eagle – he looked it too. He was, in fact, 28, much younger than I would have guessed from his confident demeanour. He was part-time taxi driver, part-time paramedic for the local hospital in Bridgetown, the capital city of Barbados. Ha wasn’t married and didn’t have a girlfriend so, of course, April, ever the diplomat, had something to say about it.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend? You don’t look gay… are ya?”

That we are still alive today is a testament to the hard work our three respective guardian angels put in that day. Because, after a very brief moment when one could almost hear the crickets, Aroldo burst into fits of laughter, almost losing control of the wheel while we were twisting and turning on one of Barbados’ narrow, meandering roads. He had a powerful, carefree laugh, and soon tears began streaming down his face. We had to pull over for a few minutes, to let him catch his breath.

“I’m sorry, but that was totally unexpected”, he said, stifling a laugh.

“Well, I’m glad I amused you, but you didn’t answer my question.”

Aroldo regained his composure and, suddenly serios, gave April and myself a pensive look.

“Well, the answer is no, I am not. For two reasons. One is I love girls. And two, here in Barbados homosexuality is strictly forbidden. You can go to jail for a long, long time for this.”

This seemed to trigger the rebel in April.

“Whaddayamean go to jail? For what?”

“For being gay, as I said.” Aroldo seemed pretty uncomfortable with the topic and for the first time he was looking his age, or even younger. He looked rather like a student who doesn’t know the subject for the exam.

“For being gay or doing gay acts?” It was my time to chime in.

“I really don’t know and I don’t wanna know!”

Poor Aroldo looked more uncomfortable by the minute and he got into the car. While he began fiddling with the car stereo, I saw a mischievous light in April’s eye and my heart started doing somersaults. She was up to no good. We rode in silence for a while, when, suddenly, April spoke.

“So, Aroldo, let’s say, for sake of argument, that you, a non gay person, see a gay act. What do you do then?” “I wouldn’t know. Never seen anything like this”.

“But how would you feel?” April wasn’t the one to let go easily. “Would you feel disgusted? Would you feel you have to report it to the proper authorities?”

Oh, no. I could see where this was going. Aroldo must also have had an inkling, as he looked nervously in the mirror, at April.

“Look, I’m just a taxi driver. Why are you taunting me?”

“I’m not taunting. I am asking a serious question that is important for me. Because, you see, although I don’t consider myself gay, and I am sure that my friend here doesn’t either, we sometimes engage in gay activities. You know, like kissing and stuff.”

April turned towards me and looked me in the eyes, looking for my approval. My heart was racing again, but what the hell. You only live once.

And for once, it was me who surprised April, as I took her pretty tomboy face between my hands and kissed her long and hard. I felt April tense, and then relax and let out a slight moan. I felt her hand inside my T-shirt, cupping my left breast and pinching my nipple, which made me almost orgasm there, on the spot.

I felt the car pull to the side of the road and stop and I managed to see Aroldo looking intently, very intently, at us. Then he got out of the car and lit himself a cigarette.

April and I broke up our love making session and joined Aroldo by the side of the car. I couldn’t help but notice that his white shorts, though valiantly trying, couldn’t hide his erection. He was inhaling the smoke like there was no tomorrow and looking down on a gorgeous valley full of palm trees and colourful bushes. When he finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat had dried up.

“That’s not something a taxi driver sees too often, especially around these parts.”

“So, what did you think about it?” April interjected, lighting herself a cigarette and offering me one from her pack. “Were you disgusted? Shocked? Aroused, maybe?” The mischievous light was again present in April’s twinkling eyes of blue.

Aroldo seemed to be looking for his words. “Disgusted, no way. Shocked, a little. Aroused, yes, a lot. But I feel like… how do you say… you put me on the spot. I mean what do you want me to do?”

It was my time to shine. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”. April winked at me and proceeded to give me a slight, playful push.

Aroldo wondered about it. “I’d like to take the day off and see more of that.”

“You mean more of this?” April lifted my T-shirt and took my left nipple in her mouth. I wasn’t wearing a bra and Aroldo’s eyes widened at the sight. I shuddered and felt my fuzzy peach get all wet and tingly. I looked around. We were in the middle of nowhere, perched somewhere above the jungle, in Bajan bliss. Although no one had passed since we had stopped, I couldn’t help feeling a little nervous, especially given Aroldo’s insight into Barbados’ laws against homosexuality. Still, as danger and sex go together like bacon and eggs (yes, I was feeling a little hungry too), I pushed April’s head down, while unbuttoning single-handedly my blue denim shorts.

April, being the clever girl that she is, got the message and pulled down my panties and started kissing and licking my peach. I almost came on the spot, barely holding on, as I didn’t want to end things too soon.

Aroldo, looking left and right, finally gathered his courage, ditched his cigarette and joined us, opening his fly and letting out his cock, which was hard with excitement, so that now April had two objects of desire where she could apply her oral prowess.

I know what you think. Black man means monster cock, but in this case, fortunately, it wasn’t anything too out of the typical. Still, it was a big, gorgeous cock, uncircumcised and, from April’s smile, I gathered it was also nice tasting. For me it was the first time seeing in person other people going at it and I found it extremely arousing, in a voyeuristic kind of way.

But, when in Rome… I couldn’t let April have all the fun, so I took off my T-shirt and got on my knees, next to April, who surrendered Aroldo’s cock for me to have a taste.

Oh, yes, now I could find out April’s smile. It was just perfect. Hard, medium to large in length, just the right amount of thickness, and perfectly hairless. And I don’t know if it was the jungle or just my head, but it tasted almost fruity, with just the right amount of body odour. I love sucking cock, at all times have, and to me it seemed the best cock I had ever tasted and I did my best to give it the proper attention. All the while, April was gently sucking his balls. If Aroldo’s cock was pretty regular in size, I must say that his balls were massive and I couldn’t help thinking of the amount of cum that must spring from them. Well, from Aroldo’s moans I gathered that I will soon be finding out.

I let April have another turn at Aroldo’s magic stick and now it was my turn to play with those beautiful ebony balls.

Suddenly a car could be heard in the distance, but closing in. April doubled her efforts and in no time, uttering a mighty grunt, Aroldo took his cock out of April’s mouth and splashed his seed all over our faces and open mouths. And it was just as I had expected – an explosion of gargantuan proportions, which left me and April in awe, our faces shining with the man’s seed.

I hadn’t discussed the topic with April, or anyone for that matter, but over the time I developed a fetish for kinky games that involve cum and, dare I say it? Pee!

So feeling myself covered in spunk, tasting its raw aroma, seeing April trying to open her left eye that was completely covered in semen, I totally lost it and came right there, on the spot, destroying my trousers in the process.

The car we had heard was getting closer and we had to move fast. Aroldo got back behind the wheel, his still semi-rigid cock dangling out of his shorts. I slipped my denims off, so when I got back inside the car I was wearing only my sandals and Aroldo’s cum. For her part, April was dressed but her face was a mess. Cum was covering her left eye and was trickling down over her left cheek and nose. I decided to help and proceeded to lick her clean, which made April get the giggles and Aroldo’s cock to harden again, making constant contact with the steering wheel. I swallowed my distribute of the cum I had collected from April, loving the way it felt in the back of my tongue and its aftertaste.

April thanked me by giving me a big sloppy kiss and collecting herself the cum that had trickled on my neck and breasts.

It was now time for us to assess the new situation. I was naked and had strings of drying semen on my face – not perfect for checking into our resort. April was better, but her pink top also carried the signs of the deed we had done. Having disposed of his load, Aroldo was cheerfully whistling a tune.

We stopped by the side of the road in order to get ourselves sorted out – April refused to change her T-shirt, but I had to concede and put on a pale green shirt and a short tan skirt. I sided with April and refused to get rid of the drying cum on my face and neck – checking in should be fun.

NSFW: yes

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