A True Awakening Chapter One

A 20yr old Caucasian couple holiday together in the Dominican Republic, where they find their true calling.

My girlfriend Sophie and I started dating at high school, and at the age of twenty, we went to the Dominican Republic for our first holiday abroad together. It was an experience that would not only reshape our relationship, but who were personally.

Sophie is a gorgeous, five-seven, natural blonde, with stunning blue eyes and a toned, athletic yet curvaceous, hourglass physique. Her narrow waist, full 32D tits, and thicc thighs make her sex on legs. Oh, and she has a lovely, tight, shaven pussy.

Her figure always draws attention, none more so than when she lazed on the beach or around the pool in a fresh bikini everyday. I didn’t mind guys looking at her. It didn’t arouse or make me jealous. It just made me want her even more, knowing she was a hottie.

Sophie knew it too. Every time she lay on a sun bed with her hair in a high, messy ponytail, loose strands around her face, wearing sunglasses, gold hoop earrings, and a delicate necklace, her variety of postures were always relaxed yet very fucking deliberate.

She’d roll over onto her front, showing off the back view of her bikini, while me, and no doubt every guy watching my girlfriend, wanted to pull those thin strappy ties loose with our teeth as she tanned her smooth, sculpted back and her full, lifted backside.

Seeing her enjoying the attention also made me think of just how lucky I was to be the only guy she’d ever loved, the only guy who’s dick she’d sucked, the only guy to have ever stuck his cock inside her, and filled her with cum. She was my only too, which made us think we had something unique together.

After ten glorious days of Caribbean sunshine, it was unfortunately time for us to return home with our bodies tanned. On our last night, we were in a resort bar, drinking cocktails laced with rum, when Sophie turned to me with that mischievous smile of hers.

Her long, golden-blonde hair caught softly in the warm breeze. Man, she looked so damn hot and sexy. I could see how horny she was by the glint in her smoky-blue eyes, and the playful, glossy lipped smile on her pretty face.

She was wearing the floral, blue and white matching crop top and mini skirt set that she’d bought for the holiday, with white, heeled sandals. The top hugged her tits, hemming just above her navel to display her flat tummy, while the short, flirty skirt skimmed the tops of her bare thighs, revealing her long, smooth, sexy bronzed legs.

“Let’s go down to the beach and end this holiday by doing something really memorable,” she giggled suggestively.

“Yeah?” I raised an eyebrow, sat beside her in khaki trouser shorts, brown flip-flops, and a white linen shirt. I’m five-ten with short brown hair and brown eyes, built slender and athletic from keeping fit and healthy with Sophie. But we weren’t trying to be perfect.

My vice at the time was internet porn. I didn’t need it having a girlfriend like Sophie, but I was virile enough that I could satisfy her and my fantasies. I liked watching two girls together, bukkake, and several guys ruining an older MILF. I mean, I was only twenty.

Sophie’s vice was smoking cigarettes when she went out drinking with her friends, which was crazy given the fact she grew up dancing and doing gymnastics, but thankfully she didn’t indulge the habit in the Dominican.

“Yeah,” she replied, discreetly rubbing her hand across my crotch. “I want my lover to take me down to the beach and love me like he’s never loved me before.” She squeezed playfully.

“Then what are we waiting for?” I grinned.

Like two mischievous peas in a pod, we slipped away from the lights of the resort and ventured down to the beach, which wasn’t exactly recommended at night, due to locals being able to access it more freely. The light security was focussed on casually patrolling the hotel resort after sunset.

We didn’t care. The moonlit sand felt warm under our feet, when we removed our footwear and found the perfect discreet spot, tucked behind some high, dark rocks that shielded us from any late-night wanderers. The sound of gentle waves lapping nearby only made the night more exciting.

Sophie handed over her sandals with a flirty laugh and then instructed me to take photos of her. I put our footwear down on the sand and got my phone ready. She began by striking a series of flirtatious, sexy poses, like we were having our own private photoshoot.

She stood tall with her back slightly arched, one hand on her hip and the other running through her long blonde hair, pushing those 32D beauties forward. The floral crop top hugged her curves perfectly while she gave me a sultry, tipsy smile over her shoulder.

Next, she faced me directly, legs slightly apart, both hands lifting her hair off her neck as she tilted her head back, letting the sea breeze catch her skirt and tease a flash of smooth thigh, her stomach, and ravishing figure. She looked absolutely fucking incredible.

She then got bolder. She turned sideways, one leg bent with her foot popped up on her toes, hands sliding down her sides to accentuate the curve of her waist and hips. She bit her lip and looked straight into my eyes with pure sexual, mischievous energy.

Finally, still standing, Sophie gave me the sexiest of little grins as she reached under her short skirt and slowly slid her tiny thong down her long legs. My eyes widened, watching her step out of it before she tossed it right at me. I caught it then stood there, holding my phone in one hand and her thong in the other, grinning with a rock-hard cock.

It felt like the perfect ending to a fantastic holiday, but then two local black guys suddenly appeared…

“Hola,” the one wearing an old Brazil football shirt and black shorts said, carrying cheap, shitty jewellery.

“You buy real Caribbean gold for the beautiful lady? Special price tonight, just for you,” the other one added, clad in red shorts and a white t-shirt, also carrying the same crap as his friend.

They were both tall and skinny, maybe brothers. I placed them in their late-twenties to early-thirties, and while they weren’t aggressive, Sophie and I were now in a vulnerable situation. We froze for a moment, our tipsy glow replaced instantly with nervousness.

To make matters worse, I totally forgot that I was still holding my girlfriend’s thong in my hand. The glints in their eyes, and the smirks on their faces, are what soon reminded me. I shoved it inside my pocket, causing them to chuckle and look at Sophie knowingly.

“Thanks, but we don’t need any jewellery, plus we’re not carrying any money,” I said, calm but firm, walking towards Sophie as I showed them my all-inclusive wrist band.

“Ok, ok. I am Miguel, and this is Jorge,” the guy in the Brazil shirt responded, handing his jewellery to Jorge before taking his phone out. “We give you two necklaces for selfie with the sexy lady. No money. Just photo. Yes? Deal?”

“What?” I chuckled. “No deal. Start walking,” I told Sophie.

“No, no, look,” Jorge piped up. “I have the best necklace. I show you.”

This is getting ridiculous, I thought, picking up our sandals as Jorge put all the necklaces down on the sand, except for one. A gold chain with a heart pendant, no doubt fake as fuck. He walked towards Sophie, holding the chain out as if he intended to put it on her. Meanwhile, Miguel was pestering me to take the photo with his phone.

“Listen,” I said, slightly louder but not as firm. “No necklace. No photo. Thank you, but…”

“It’s ok, Josh,” Sophie finally spoke, her voice quietly nervous. “Let them have their photo and then we can go.” I knew she was just trying to deescalate the growing tension and my frustration. “No necklace, but you can have a photo,” she told them politely.

“Ok,” I sighed, putting the sandals back down on the sand before taking Miguel’s phone from him. I told myself it was better to be friendly than to risk the situation becoming violent.

Miguel slipped an arm around Sophie’s waist as Jorge put the single necklace in his pocket and then his arm slightly higher around her lower back. As I took several photos, Miguel’s hand slid lower, resting on the curve of her hip, pulling her gently between them. Jorge’s fingers brushed her bare skin higher, where the crop top hemmed.

Sophie looked embarrassed. Her cheeks were flaming red, but I could see the way her body was reacting, subtle shivers as her nipples tightened visibly against the thin fabric. She shot me a quick look, half-laughing, half-uncertain, like she was enjoying it even though she hadn’t set out to.

I was nervous as hell with wary tension, and I had butterflies in my gut, but fuck was I also curious about how she was really feeling, so I kept taking photos instead of ending it right there.

The pair complimented Sophie’s beauty and hair, then Miguel’s hand drifted boldly, cupping the side of her breast through her top. She giggled and tried to step away, but Jorge leaned in and kissed her neck softly, pressing his tall, skinny frame closer.

Sophie gasped, embarrassed but clearly turned on, her eyes locking on mine, seeking permission or pleading for me to stop it, I wasn’t sure. I stopped taking photos and slowly lowered Miguel’s phone, feeling myself becoming aroused at watching two strangers trying to seduce my girl.

Instead of calling time before it got out of hand, I slipped Miguel’s phone safely into my pocket, and took out my own phone again. Hands a little shaky, I started filming the three of them. Sophie saw what I’d done and let out a soft, overwhelmed giggle, before Miguel boldly kissed her on the lips.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

Miguel kissed her again and again as Jorge’s hands roamed, groping her ass under the short skirt, squeezing her thighs, then sliding up to palm her breasts. Sophie moaned, then found herself suddenly swapping saliva with Miguel. Her body arched between them as little whimpers escaped her.

I think we were both overwhelmed at her being unexpectedly sandwiched between two strangers. Nervous excitement flooded us, definitely me, watching her kissing another guy while two pairs of black hands groped.

She managed to pull back to look at me, flushed and breathless, both knowing we were caught up in something wild and mind blowing. Yet, I couldn’t stop recording it, and Sophie didn’t protest when Jorge also kissed her. Not thinking straight, we let the night take us somewhere we never saw coming.

“I love beautiful white girls,” Jorge groaned, cupping Sophie’s face with one hand as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. She let out a long, soft, moan, clearly not frightened by it all.

At the same time, his other hand slipped under the hem of her short floral skirt. Since she’d already tossed her thong to me earlier, his fingers found her bare, shaven pussy, which I assumed was soaked with arousal.

Holding my phone in two hands. I stepped closer to film him stroking her gently, two fingers gliding along her folds and circling her clit with slow, confident pressure. Sophie’s knees weakened before she gasped into his mouth, her hips twitching as she brought a hand up to his black face.

“White and blonde. Sexy body,” Miguel growled, pressing his tall, slim frame into her from behind, moulding against her back as he kissed both sides and the back of her supple neck.

My cock throbbed as I filmed everything. Jorge kissing Sophie while his long, black fingers teased her tight, pink pussy, and Miguel sliding his equally long fingers up the sides of her body, until he took hold of her floral crop top and slowly pulled it up, exposing her generous tits on the beach.

“Fuck yeah,” I breathed, making a real life porno. The erotic situation had completely consumed me. Sophie too.

Miguel cupped her firm tits gently, kissing the back of her neck, while she moaned into her kiss with Jorge. His thumbs brushed over her taut nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly while Jorge moved her clit around in circles.

I was trembling a couple of metres away, while my beautiful blonde, Caucasian girlfriend quivered between two random black men. Soft, needy whimpers kept escaping her lips. She was clearly getting wetter by the second under Jorge’s steady stroking fingers, and Miguel’s firm hold on her tits, caressing them deeply.

Our breathing grew ragged in unison, her body constantly arched into the dodgy vendors. Cock straining hard against my shorts, part of me was naturally worried about how far this was going, but I was insanely turned on watching my girl being handled by someone else, by two men, two black men, who I knew weren’t going to stop.

Not now. Not without getting some release. Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop it, or maybe I just didn’t want to. I’d already forgiven Sophie for allowing them to kiss and touch her, already forgiven her for what might unfold next, so I just keep the camera rolling.

She looked so fucking beautiful and alive with them, and the interracial element struck a new chord with me, that and how we’d gone from the bar to a fun, private photoshoot, to being startled and worried, and then to something as thrilling as what I was witnessing.

Sophie’s thighs began to suddenly tremble. Her fingers curled desperately into Jorge’s short hair. Spikes of jealousy stabbed at my chest. Someone else was making her body react like that. But it mixed with fierce pride and lust as the love of my young life orgasmed between two strangers.

I filmed and watched her whole body tremble right there on the beach until the pleasure subsided. Only then did she look at me with guilt in her eyes. I smiled and nodded, about to ask if she’d had enough. I felt a bit dazed, but I was happy to walk away at that point.

“Suck us,” Miguel hissed.

“Yeah,” Jorge grinned.

Both men put a hand on her shoulders as they pulled their shorts down, revealing two thick, very hard and dark lengths. Sophie sank to her knees in the sand without saying a word under their pressure. I must have been mistaken about the guilt in her eyes.

She took Miguel into her mouth first, stretching her glossy lips around him. As he let out a quiet groan, his hips jolted like he was fighting not to lose control too soon. She then switched to Jorge, taking him deeper while stroking Miguel in her other hand.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I held my phone one-handed and stroked myself through my shorts, nerves and excitement churning inside my stomach. I wanted Sophie to stay mine forever, unblemished by anyone else. But fuck me, watching her sucking two big, black cocks like a slut was a sight I never knew I needed to see. So hot.

Miguel glanced over at me when she took him again and groaned hungrily with her mouth full. He smirked, holding the back of her head, encouraging her to bob back and forth. Then Jorge muttered something in Spanish before guiding her back to him. It was insanely hot seeing Sophie looking so feral with two black dicks.

Tits exposed, the crop top above them, but the skirt having fallen back into place, she licked up their lengths, sucked on their thick, dark purple heads, and then looked at me, giggling when she saw I now had my hand down my shorts, still recording the most erotic thing ever I’d ever seen.

She gave them both head for a good five minutes as they squeezed a tit each, pinching her nipples before lifting her to her feet. Miguel turned her around, gripping her waist as he pressed firmly on her back for her to lean forwards. Holy fuck. This was it.

Jorge put a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her down until her head was at his cock. Sophie didn’t hesitate. She grabbed hold of his shorts with one hand, and the base of his thick shaft with the other, mouth already open to take him in. Jorge groaned and thrust his hips forward.

Miguel stood behind her, flipped her skirt up, stroking her tanned butt cheeks with his black hands, his cock having disappeared between her spread legs. He kicked her feet further apart. As they dug beneath the surface of the sand, he positioned himself to fill and stretch her pussy with blackness.

“Oh fuck. Slowly.” Sophie gasped. “I said slo… ahhh… fuck… that’s huge.”

“So tight… ohh… so tight for me, baby.”

Miguel was actually stretching her slowly, she just hadn’t had anything that big inside her before. She kept trying to catch her breath as black inch after black inch slid inside her tight, pretty little pink slit, spreading those folds wide apart.

I watched open-mouthed as two men spit-roasted her right in front of me, her tits swinging relentlessly. I wasn’t sure if I was devastated by my phone battery running low or the sight of my girlfriend trembling. Both her tight pussy and mouth were making wet, obscene sounds as she took both men.

I put my phone away and openly stroked my cock, feeling more aroused and jealousy than ever before. Both burned through me, hot and sharp, but I still felt this bizarre sense of pride that my girl was so brave and crazy enough to do this. She was mine, yet she was giving herself to them, and I wanted to keep watching until the end.

Sophie came harder than she ever had with me. Her body shook violently as Miguel grunted into her from behind with long, deep strokes, spanking her ass. She pushed back, pulling Jorge with her as she stroked his dark shaft, sucking and moaning wildly around him. He held her head and the back of her neck, but let her do all the work.

Once she’d finished her second climax, the tension kept building. Miguel’s thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripping her hips tightly. I could see his face tightening, and hear his breathing turn ragged. With a loud groan he buried himself to the hilt.

Sophie gasped sharply, her body clenching around him as he reached a depth I couldn’t before filling her with his cum. The sight hit me like a train, another man, a black man, had just fucked and flooded my girlfriend, claiming her in the most insane way.

Jealousy flared violently in my chest, mixed with such intense arousal that my own cock throbbed painfully in my grasp. The intensity grew stronger when Jorge roared, holding Sophie’s head to fill her mouth with his warm cum. I watched her throat swallow it down as Miguel eased out, then shot my load onto the sand in front of me.

Thick cum leaked from both ends, too much for her to swallow, too much for her pussy to contain. As the pair pulled up their shorts, Sophie stood straight, looking dazed and thoroughly used. She pulled her crop top and skirt down while I put my cock away and rushed a few steps toward her.

“Are you ok,” I asked quietly.

“Yeah,” she muttered “Fuck. I’m so sorry, Josh.”

“Not here.”

I handed Miguel his phone back in what is still the most awkward exchange of my life. They seemed neutral, not exactly not giving a fuck, but there was no friendliness either. They simply picked up their jewellery and walked off into the night, laughing and speaking in Spanish.

Walking back to our hotel room, her thong back on, Sophie was dead quiet, tugging at the hem of her little floral skirt. She looked distraught and in a little bit of pain. Her hair was messy, lipstick smudged, that sparkle in her now ruined smoky blue eyes gone.

We stopped outside the hotel shop on the way in. Sophie hid while I bought her a disposable vape, apple flavour. She instructed and I obeyed under the circumstances. She needed something to calm the storm, so I assisted.

Back in our room, the balcony door open to the warm Caribbean night, she kicked off her sandals, sat on the edge of the bed, and took a long pull on the vape. The sweet, fruity cloud drifted between us as she finally spoke in a voice that was soft and shaky.

“Josh… I can’t believe I let that happen.” Another drag, her fingers trembling a little. “I feel so fucking dirty. I’m the girl who only ever slept with you, then I let two random guys…” She trailed off, eyes glassy, looking straight at me. “But I didn’t want them to stop. God, that’s the worst part. It wasn’t me on the beach.”

I sat down beside her, heart racing. Seeing her like that, disheveled, ashamed, and confused, did something dangerous to me. My cock was already half-hard again just from the memory of what they’d done to her, what she let two black men do to her while I filmed.

“Babe,” I said, voice rough, sliding my hand onto her bare thigh, feeling the slickness there. “We did it together. Like you, I’m sorry I didn’t stop it, but I saw how you were the whole time.”

She exhaled a shaky cloud of vape, eyes searching mine. “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” I laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her neck, tasting the salt of the ocean and the faint trace of someone else still on her skin. “I’m fucking obsessed with you right now. You were so beautiful out there, letting them touch you like that. It was hot.”

Sophie whimpered, the vape forgotten on the floor as I pushed her back onto the bed. We didn’t even bother undressing properly. I shoved her skirt and crop top up, pulled her thong aside, and climbed between her legs in missionary. She wrapped her thighs around me instantly, pulling me in.

The second I pushed inside her, I felt it… the warm, messy evidence of what Miguel had left behind. She was soaked, sticky and slippery in a way I’d never felt before. The realisation that I was stirring another man’s porridge inside her made me groan even louder.

“Fuck, Soph,” I gasped, thrusting hard.

She moaned, digging her manicured nails into my back as her hips bucked up to meet every thrust. “I know… I’m sorry… but don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

We fucked like we were trying to reclaim each other and celebrate what just happened at the same time. It was fast, desperate, and sweaty. Her tits bounced with every stroke, and she kept panting my name, telling me how turned on she still was, how she couldn’t believe I watched and filmed.

“What was your favourite part?” I trembled on the verge of erupting.

“The were so fucking big… and so fucking black…” she confessed.

We came together hard, her back arching, crying out my name, her walls pulsing around me as I pumped rope after rope into her already-messy cunt. I could feel it all mixing together, warm and filthy. When it was over, I stayed inside her, both of us trembling. Sophie looked up at me with those big blue eyes of hers sparkling once again.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” she blushed.

“Yep,” I chuckled.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “I hope it doesn’t destroy us, because I love you so much, Joshua.”

“I love you more, Sophie,” I told her, kissing her passionately. “And tonight was the hottest thing ever.”

“It was, wasn’t it,” she giggled.

To be continued…