(Part two of first installment of Jamarcus, my literotica ma..

(Part two of first installment of Jamarcus, my literotica masterpiece 😉. It doesn’t fit in one post.) Still not quite certain whether I was going to carry through with my mission, I secretly watched Jamarcus for several minutes from the cover of the tree line. He was sitting quietly about 45 feet or so offshore reclining himself slightly backwards with the support of his long, massive arms as the warm waves rhythmically lapped against his chiseled body. His fucking body. My god, his body. In the moment, I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that almost everything about Jamarcus was the diametric opposite of my husband. Where John’s effervescent boisterousness and outlandish storytelling made him the life of every get together, Jamarcus was quiet and reserved - a complete and utter introvert. And their bodies seemed to bookend the entire male physical spectrum. Where John was a portly 5’5 endomorph with no interest whatsoever in fitness, Jamarcus was a completely ripped and athletic mesomorph who stood an entire foot taller than my husband. And then there were their sex organs. Nothing about my husband’s penis seemed remotely menacing. If anything, I actually find it quite adorable. And while my husband’s struggled for years with erectile dysfunction that he’s somewhat effectively managed with medication, on those occasions when he’s managed to achieve a full penetrative erection, I’ve never once quaked at the thought of trying to accommodate it inside of me. Jamarcus on the other hand was possessed of a penis that I instinctively found almost threatening. Even menacing. From my vantage point to Jamarcus’s rear, I obviously couldn’t see it. But even though it was obscured from my view, i knew that it was out there dangling submerged in the cove’s warm comforting waters like some thick black eel waiting patiently to feast on whatever prey had the misfortune of passing by. For whatever reason, the image of it from two days prior had indelibly seared itself into my brain, and I could picture it vividly in my mind’s eye- a veiny, pulsating tendril of in the prime of its virility. And unlike my husband’s semi-reliable, cute, little appendage, the ability of Jamarcus to achieve a penetrative erection was a forgone conclusion. Literally fearing the formidableness its massive girth would pose for my tight little married pussy, I’d decided to do my absolute best to get this initial encounter over with something significantly less invasive than vaginal intercourse. Hopefully a handjob while letting this bull stud fondle my fat bare tits would get him over the edge quickly, and then the two of us could simply make our separate ways back to camp with no one else the wiser. The biggest obstacle with my otherwise perfect little plan, however, was my very pussy itself. Somehow, unbeknownst to even me, it had more than readied itself for a carnal encounter with the apex predator submerged just feet away in the cove’s shallow warm waters. In fact, my hairy little cunt was as wet as it had been in years, and if Jamarcus’s enormous fingertips were to feel its betrayal of my true intentions he would certainly take it as license for a level of intimacy that I wasn’t yet prepared for mentally. I had to do my best to keep that from happening. Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do and stepped from the shade of the tree line and onto the warm sandy beach. Quietly removing my shorts and tank top, I made my way toward my new lover and the pendulous set of balls I was about to empty. “For my daughter,” I whispered to myself. Still not quite certain whether I was going to carry through with my mission, I secretly watched Jamarcus for several minutes from the cover of the tree line. He was sitting quietly about 45 feet or so offshore reclining himself slightly backwards with the support of his long, massive arms as the warm waves rhythmically lapped against his chiseled body. His fucking body. My god, his body. In the moment, I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that almost everything about Jamarcus was the diametric opposite of my husband. Where John’s effervescent boisterousness and outlandish storytelling made him the life of every get together, Jamarcus was quiet and reserved - a complete and utter introvert. And their bodies seemed to bookend the entire male physical spectrum. Where John was a portly 5’5 endomorph with no interest whatsoever in fitness, Jamarcus was a completely ripped and athletic mesomorph who stood an entire foot taller than my husband. And then there were their sex organs. Nothing about my husband’s penis seemed remotely menacing. If anything, I actually find it quite adorable. And while my husband’s struggled for years with erectile dysfunction that he’s somewhat effectively managed with medication, on those occasions when he’s managed to achieve a full penetrative erection, I’ve never once quaked at the thought of trying to accommodate it inside of me. Jamarcus on the other hand was possessed of a penis that I instinctively found almost threatening. Even menacing. From my vantage point to Jamarcus’s rear, I obviously couldn’t see it. But even though it was obscured from my view, i knew that it was out there dangling submerged in the cove’s warm comforting waters like some thick black eel waiting patiently to feast on whatever prey had the misfortune of passing by. For whatever reason, the image of it from two days prior had indelibly seared itself into my brain, and I could picture it vividly in my mind’s eye- a veiny, pulsating tendril of in the prime of its virility. And unlike my husband’s semi-reliable, cute, little appendage, the ability of Jamarcus to achieve a penetrative erection was a forgone conclusion. Literally fearing the formidableness its massive girth would pose for my tight little married pussy, I’d decided to do my absolute best to get this initial encounter over with something significantly less invasive than vaginal intercourse. Hopefully a handjob while letting this bull stud fondle my fat bare tits would get him over the edge quickly, and then the two of us could simply make our separate ways back to camp with no one else the wiser. The biggest obstacle with my otherwise perfect little plan, however, was my very pussy itself. Somehow, unbeknownst to even me, it had more than readied itself for a carnal encounter with the apex predator submerged just feet away in the cove’s shallow warm waters. In fact, my hairy little cunt was as wet as it had been in years, and if Jamarcus’s enormous fingertips were to feel its betrayal of my true intentions he would certainly take it as license for a level of intimacy that I wasn’t yet prepared for mentally. I had to do my best to keep that from happening. Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself for what I was about to do and stepped from the shade of the tree line and onto the warm sandy beach. Quietly removing my shorts and tank top, I made my way toward my new lover and the pendulous set of balls I was about to empty. “For my daughter,” I whispered to myself.