Melody placed the fruit in her canvas bag that dangled from her right shoulder and turned, and gasped. A large native, well over six and half feet tall, stood in her way. It was broad daylight, but he was openly stroking his quickly thickening cock through his cut-off fatigue pants.
"Umm, pardon me, I have to..." she said, bowing her head and cursing her brazeness in such a place. She wasn't terribly surprised when he didn't move, but rather pushed her back against the cart. Melody's hands hit the ledge of the fruit bin as a gasp escaped her throat; her massive breasts pressed forward. She looked left and right. The other natives were closing in on her. Some, she saw, were going toward her daughter instead.
Melody felt calloused hands reach from behind her, pressing her breasts forward and together. The vendor she had just bought from, and teased, was filling his hands with her warm, supple tit-flesh as the tall native stepped forward. Melody shook her head no, but long years of traveling had taught her many things, and one of those was that a stranded white woman in a remote area that teased too much sometimes had to give up what she was advertising. She took a deep breath as the tall one pulled her shirt down, exposing her breasts...
Corinna was still looking at the intricate patterns on the carved necklace the old woman had given her when suddenly she bounced against a wet, warm, wall of muscle. A native stood before her, grinning widely. She looked to her right. A beautiful black woman stood there, smirking at her with uncaring eyes. Corinna didn't know what else to do, so she said "Mom...?" Just then she looked over to see her mother, Melody, surrounded by black men stroking themselves to her massive tits as she was hoisted up onto a fruit cart, her small explorer shorts quickly pulled down her shapely legs. Corinna backed up, and hit another wall of muscle. The man in front of her laughed, and pulled his thick, black cock through his zipper and began stroking it... |