When he got outside Jake gulped air into his lungs. Malik laughed. “Man she really got a hold on you.” “Does she practice that black magic that she was talking about?” Jake asked him.
“Nadia practices black magic but not the kind our ancestors did. She got black pussy magic and dat’ make people fall under her spell. I am addicted to her now and I hope I never get rehabilitated.”
Jake had never been so intrigued about a woman. He was looking forward to becoming her slave. Wouldn’t the gods love that?
Malik lived in a little cottage near the beach where he created almost ethereal sculptures out of wood, stone, marble or anything else that he could get his hands on. His trademark “nudes” engaged in various deviant, delicious sexual acts were displayed throughout his tiny studio.
The studio was their favorite place to fuck, among the inanimate lovers their every act was glorified. Jake was taken aback by Malik’s rendition of the Hindu mythical god Shiva which spouted eight circumcised mahogany cocks instead of the traditional abundance of arms. His many goddess wives feasted on his huge dicks while he rode another man with pleasure.
In one corner of the room Jake spotted a life size painting of Nadia wearing nothing but a huge boa constrictor with its head inches from her open pussy. Her eyes were devilish as she gazed at Jake pulling him into her world like a zombie.
He caressed her perfect breast. Malik expertise had given it an almost three-dimensional quality. He groaned and turned to face Malik. They began to kiss hungrily, their tongues wet and unmerciful. Jake ran his tongue over Malik’s face. He loved the saltiness of his smooth brown skin.
“Eat me baby,” Malik pleaded. Jake ate at his mouth like it was the Last Supper. Frantically they tore away each other’s clothes. Jake grabbed Malik’s huge black cock and caressed the mushroom head. He moistened the length of it with his mouth.
“Tell me about Nadia,” he pleaded to Malik. “What makes her hot?” Malik ran his tongue over his full lips and tried to remember how to speak as Jake attacked his cock with a vengeance.
“Nadia is a bitch man. She like to make grown man feel pain, she will torture you like a Chinese dictator and make you love every minute of it.” Jake groaned around Malik’s huge cock as his mind envisioned a million delicious ways Nadia could inflict pain and pleasure on him.
Malik watched Jake’s pink lips slide up and down his cock. He squeezed it in his hand causing a wad of come to foam at the top and making it look like a giant twinkie. Jake lapped it up with his tongue.
He released Malik’s cock and traveled up his body to deposit it into his mouth. “Make me hurt baby,” he whispered in Malik’s ear. Malik spun him around and bent him over a table. He took his big hands and stretched Jake’s pale ass open wide. He lubed his fingers with his own juices then inserted three into Jake’s hole.
His fingers played catch up with Jake’s ass for a while. Then it was time to get down to business.
“Man I miss this so much,” he said. Slowly he eased himself into Jake’s tight hole. Jake whimpered as his asshole was stretched to its limits.
He loved the feel of stretching human flesh; the slight pain drove him wild. He ground his hips back into Malik’s. “Do it hard man,” he pleaded.
Malik began pounding into him. Jake grabbed the table for support. Malik grunted and groaned above him. His dreads tickled Jake’s face and back.
The wet smacking of their hips sounded loud in the room. Malik pulled all the way out then plunged back in.
“Oh fuck!” Jake cried, “hurt me baby, do it harder!”
Malik’s hips became insane; his body became drenched in sweat as he tried to please his lover. But he knew that what Jake really wanted was the lubed hardness of mahogany between his cheeks.
Malik pulled out of Jake to retrieve his greatest creation, an eight-inch dick made of pure mahogany. When he had first introduce it to Jake he had balked at the idea of having something that unforgiving up his ass.
But after he had used it on Malik a few times Jake had changed his mind and their sex life had skyrocketed to a whole new level. Jake’s eyes closed in anticipation as he felt the warm toy kissed his ass cheeks. Slowly and gently Malik slipped the cock inside. The feel of having a true “woodie” in his ass made Jake groan like a crazed lion.
As he began moving it in and out Malik picked up the pace all the while being careful of what he was doing. To them letting the other person invade their bodies like this was more than a sexual act. It was the greatest measure of trust.
Malik ran his tongue over Jake’s ass and back licking away the salty moisture. The wooden dick was turning Jake’s insides to Jell-O; it liquefied everything in the path to that ultimate release.
It took over his mind; body and soul, possessing him like some voodoo queen. When he became incoherent Malik knew that he’d reach his threshold of painful pleasure. It slipped the mahogany out and replaced it with his bigger but softer dick.
He grabbed Jake tight around the waist as they settled in for the home stretch. As they slammed into each other Jake’s eyes rolled back into his head.
Jake cried out as he came. His cock pressed between his body and the table sprayed them both with hot come. Malik closed his eyes tight as his own release exploded from the inside out. He cried out Jake’s name then slumped against him. The men slid to the floor. In a few minutes they had regained their strength. Just one more time then I’ll get down to work Jake thought as he slid between Malik’s thighs.
The Junkanoo festival began at 3am that morning. Malik and Jake walked to Bay Street holding hands. Jake had never felt so free and full of excitement. He was almost panting to see Nadia and what a night in her company would be like.
They jostled for elbowroom with the throngs of Bahamians that had come to watch the festival and to cheer their favorite competing team on. They were to meet Nadia and her assistant at the museum and then go on to the festival grounds.
When Jake saw Nadia standing in the doorway of her business with the light surrounding her he was struck again by how beautiful she truly was. Tonight she was wearing a dried grass skirt and a bikini top.
Her braids were decorated with flowers and she wore a flower anklet on her barefoot. She looked like the quintessential island girl. Her assistant who she introduced as Laquesha was one of those intriguing people that walked a thin line between man and woman.
She had a rich honey complexion, long blond hair and breast the size of ripe island melons. But the strength of her handshake told Jake that she was packing heat down below.
To Jake she was the embodiment of everything bi, a perfect fusion of both worlds with a little style and attitude thrown in for good measure. The walk to the festival was filled with laughter and flirting.
The rhythms of the goat skin drums, cowbells and whistles lured them into the dancing carefree crowd. Jake’s three native companions began to grind their hips in motions that came as naturally to them as breathing.