The hostel in Cádiz thrummed with the pulse of the sea, its weathered walls exhaling a briny tang mixed with the musk of aged wood. Chloe and Ethan had been backpacking through Europe for a week, their skin toasted by the relentless Spanish sun, their packs bulging with crumpled maps and the dusty remnants of roadside churros.
She was nineteen, a cheerleader’s fantasy spun into flesh—long blonde hair cascading in sunlit waves, legs lean and golden stretching from frayed denim cutoffs, her cropped tank top plastered to a petite, gymnast’s frame, every curve taut and teasing. Her blue eyes glittered with a reckless spark, lips pink and parted in a perpetual taunt.
Ethan, twenty-one and lanky, was her foil—pale from a life buried in books and screens, glasses slipping down a sharp nose, dark hair a chaotic mop atop a mind buzzing with quiet dreams. His worn X-Men tee hung loose, but his hazel eyes glowed with reverence whenever they found her, a star he’d orbit forever.
Their room was a stifling nook—two creaking bunk beds with stained mattresses, a splintered wooden floor, a single window cracked open to the distant roar of waves and the chirr of cicadas. The day had been a haze of sun-scorched plazas, the bite of gazpacho lingering on their lips, and now night draped them in a sticky, electric heat.
Chloe shed her sneakers, the dull thump echoing, and yanked Ethan onto the bottom bunk with a sly grin. “C’mere, geek,” she purred, voice a syrupy drawl as she straddled his hips, knees digging into the sagging mattress, her thighs brushing his sides. His hands wavered, then gripped her waist, fingers grazing the frayed denim as she crashed her lips into his—soft, wet, tasting of sweat and faded cherry gloss. Her tongue danced with his, coaxing a groan from his throat, his glasses steaming as she clawed through his hair, hips rocking against the stiffening ridge in his khakis.
The air grew dense with their heat—her soft gasps, the bed’s groan, the rustle of her tank top as she tugged it off, unveiling a pink lace bra straining against her perky breasts. Ethan’s hands shook as he unhooked it, the fabric falling to bare her sun-kissed skin, nipples tightening in the muggy air.
“Chloe, you’re a fucking dream,” he rasped, voice thick with wonder, and she smirked, grinding harder, her shorts riding up. “Yeah? Prove it, babe—tell me how bad you need me,” she teased, teeth nipping his ear, blonde locks brushing his neck. They were a world unto themselves, the door ajar in their fervor, blind to the shadow that crept into the frame.
He stood there, unnoticed—a hulking figure, skin dark as polished ebony, eyes glinting with a primal thrill. A traveler like them, clad in faded cargos and a black tee clinging to a chest hewn from granite, dreads tied back, his presence a silent thunder. Ethan was lost in Chloe’s arching spine, lips tracing her throat, when the stranger’s voice cut through—a deep, rolling bass.
“Jalen. Door’s wide open—couldn’t miss this.” Chloe’s head snapped up, but her shock melted into a slow, feral grin as she drank him in—six-foot-four, muscles coiled like a panther, a bulge in his pants that promised devastation. Ethan blinked, glasses askew, stammering, “W-What—” but then he saw it, really saw it, and his breath hitched, not with fear, but a dizzying awe. This was it—the fantasy he’d jerked off to in secret, his gorgeous blonde goddess worshipping a big black cock, and now it was real.
Chloe slid off his lap, tossing Ethan a look—sharp, electric. “Sit there, babe. Watch this—it’s your wet dream come to life.” She swayed toward Jalen, hips rolling, her tiny frame radiant against his towering mass. “Big boy, huh?” she purred, hands roaming his chest, nails catching on the fabric. Jalen’s smirk was a blade, his massive hand engulfing her waist.
“More than you’ve ever had, little girl. Ready to take it?” Chloe’s eyes flicked to Ethan, who nodded, wide-eyed, his hand already fumbling with his fly, freeing his modest cock—hard, leaking—as she stripped her shorts and panties, baring her slick, pink pussy. Jalen dropped his cargos, and Ethan gasped—a massive black cock sprang free, thick as her forearm, veins pulsing, the head glistening with precum, a beast that dwarfed him entirely.
Chloe knelt, hair fanning like a halo, her small hands stroking it, tongue lapping at the tip as she moaned, “Fuck, it’s perfect—so much bigger than yours, babe.” Ethan’s hand moved faster, stroking himself, a low groan escaping as she stretched her lips around it, choking as it hit her throat, drool spilling down her chin. Jalen gripped her hair, growling, “Suck that black dick deep, princess—give your boy a show.” She did, slurping and gagging, glancing at Ethan with watery eyes, and he rasped, “Goddamn, Chloe—you’re so fucking hot, worshipping that monster.” His cock throbbed in his fist, precum slicking his fingers as he watched, mesmerized.
Jalen lifted her effortlessly, tossing her onto the bunk beside Ethan, her legs falling open to reveal her drenched slit. “Gonna tear this pussy apart,” Jalen rumbled, rubbing that huge head against her clit, teasing her folds. Chloe whimpered, grabbing Ethan’s free hand, squeezing. “Watch him fuck me, baby—watch this big black cock ruin me.” Ethan’s strokes quickened, eyes locked as Jalen thrust in, her pussy stretching wide, a wet squish as she took him, screaming, “Oh fuck, it’s splitting me!” The bed shook, springs shrieking as Jalen pounded her, her tits bouncing, skin slapping skin, and Ethan muttered, “Holy shit, it’s so deep—she’s perfect.” His hand flew, the sight of her tiny body impaled driving him wild, his balls tightening.
“Take it, you little slut,” Jalen snarled, pinning her thighs back, balls smacking her ass. “This what you dreamed of, nerd? Her cunt choking my dick?” Ethan nodded, panting, “Fuck yes—wreck her, man, it’s unreal.” Chloe’s cries spiked, “Harder—break me with it!” and she came, gushing over Jalen’s thighs, her body quaking as Ethan hit his edge, a choked moan escaping as he shot thick ropes onto the floor, splattering the wood with his release, trembling in awe. Jalen grinned, slamming deep. “Gonna flood her—watch her take my load.” He roared, unloading, hot spurts filling her, spilling out as she writhed, wrecked and glowing.
Jalen pulled out, a creamy torrent dripping from her stretched pussy, and Chloe turned to Ethan, breathless, grinning. “Liked the show, geek?” Ethan nodded, still dazed, then slid off the bunk, kneeling between her thighs. “Fuck, Chloe—I need it,” he murmured, voice reverent, and buried his face in her, tongue lapping at Jalen’s thick, salty load, sucking it from her pulsing folds. She moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, “Yeah, baby—eat his cum out of me,” and he did, groaning into her, tasting the raw mix of her and Jalen, his dream fulfilled in the sticky, humid night.