In my first episode, I left off after my night of intense lovemaking with my first black and very well hung lover Claude, whom I met on my vacation in Guadeloupe. I woke up in Claude's room just before dawn, as I am normally an early riser and I thought I might go for an early swim. I covered myself in a sheet and went out onto the balcony of his room to enjoy the sunrise. I took a glass of wine with me and stood there almost naked, feeling the wonderful tropical breeze flow over me and the smell of flowers. It was very sensual. I heard him moving around behind and going to the bathroom and then heard his quiet footsteps on the slate paving as he walked up behind me. He said ?Bon Jour? and I smiled, thinking we were back to French. He came up behind me and when I looked back I was surprised that he was naked, his dark skin gleaming. I could not help but look down at his beautiful body and particularly his huge cock, which seemed to be getting to an erection. If I did not know better, I'd have thought ?no way.?
I wondered why, until I realized that I was holding the sheet to my front, but that my back and behind were naked. I must have looked good to him wearing just my high-heeled sandals, because the look in his eyes told me that there would not be a lot of foreplay. He came up behind me and nuzzled my neck, smelling me and then licking my shoulder and neck, saying, in French, ?I must have you again, I want to fuck you deeply from behind like a dog.? It may not read like much in English, but in French, that's another story. I could feel the blood rush to my pussy, the lubrication flowing and the lips preparing to receive him.
I dropped the sheet and he held me around the waist from behind, kissing me and murmuring that I was his soft white dove and then bending me over the railing slightly and feeling my pussy, first touching my already hard and erect clit from the front and then from the back, quickly putting a finger into me, obviously to see if I was ready. I'd have easily taken my ex's cock at that point, but not Claude. He knew that, and began to just run his middle finger up and down my slit, feeling the wetness increase and then putting first one and then two fingers into me. My nipples were like two hard pencil erasers and I moaned deep in my throat, wondering whether I could take him all. From being with my ex and one of my boyfriend-lovers from before my marriage (the one with the 7-1/2? dick) I knew that the penetration from behind was, for me, the deepest position. I reached back and felt for his cock and, again marveling at it and yes, a little scared, held it in my right hand, stroking the skin back and forth, making him moan with pleasure. After a while, I had loosened up a bit and he just pushed me firmly, so that I was bent over, with my elbows on the balcony's railing. I looked back at him and said, ?Please fuck me, but start slowly". He smiled, put his left hand on the small of my back and fitted the large head to my slit and pushed. At first it hurt. But then as it popped in and I could feel it, it was like having a log shoved in, even though he was going as slow as he could. But plainly, he wanted to fuck me like a bitch and there wasn't much I could do. I certainly wasn't about to run through the hotel hollering, not naked and just in my heels.
So I sort of bit my lower lip and just stayed that way as he began fucking into me. It took a few minutes before I began to open to him, but I still was not as wet as I'd have liked. But by this time, he was not being subtle. He just held my hips like I was the bitch he wanted and he held my waist so that he could fuck that big cock into me. As he did that, he bent over and started repeatedly licking my neck and back... I loved it and the position kept him from jamming everything he had into me. And for some reason, it just turned me on and my pussy opened like a flower to him. He got about 8-9 inches into me and then I was well-lubricated. He stood up, held my hips and just rammed into me, grunting like an animal, saying (again in French) ?Yes, my bitch, take me into your pussy and feel my passion.? Well, though I have not had anyone near that big since then, I can tell you that feeling his passion hurt a lot at first, but after awhile all I could feel was where we were joined and that log of a cock rapidly fucking in and out. I came then for the first time and he must have loved it as his ?bitch? whined and cried like a dog in pain. I once saw a Great Dane humping a female lab in the park (I had to scurry my ******** away) and the image of a truly huge cock humping into a place far too small for it came back to me. I felt that I was that smaller dog, held tightly and unable to escape as I was humped unmercifully by another who didn't care if it hurt of not. That did it for me, as I wanted him to cum and to cum myself. I think he sensed it and he began pushing the rest of his dick into me hard and fast and as I came again, so did he. I reached under and massaged his balls, feeling the contractions and then he was there, moaning and crying with each spurt of cum. Having just fucked him twice and sucked him off a few hours earlier, I have no idea where the six or seven heavy spurts of cum came from. As soon as he finished, he pulled back and his cock popped out with a popping sound I looked back and for the life of me thought that I could not have taken all of that. His cock was slick with my lubrication and semi-erect hung down in front of him, the foreskin covering the head so that it looked like an enormous black banana. I bent over and, holding it in one hand, pushed the skin back and licked the come from the head, then the rest of it. I stood up and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed me with such passion it took my breath away. Then he said he would take a swim with me and we did, and it was skinny dipping brought to a whole new level for me. He fucked me missionary style on a beach blanket as the sun fully rose from the sea. This was turning into more adventure than I imagined...
Over breakfast, he told me his wife would be there two nights later and was bringing their friend Marcel, who he said was North African. He said I'd like Marcel, and I really did, and I had my first lesbian experience with Claude's wife. But as I said, another story. .
I wondered why, until I realized that I was holding the sheet to my front, but that my back and behind were naked. I must have looked good to him wearing just my high-heeled sandals, because the look in his eyes told me that there would not be a lot of foreplay. He came up behind me and nuzzled my neck, smelling me and then licking my shoulder and neck, saying, in French, ?I must have you again, I want to fuck you deeply from behind like a dog.? It may not read like much in English, but in French, that's another story. I could feel the blood rush to my pussy, the lubrication flowing and the lips preparing to receive him.
I dropped the sheet and he held me around the waist from behind, kissing me and murmuring that I was his soft white dove and then bending me over the railing slightly and feeling my pussy, first touching my already hard and erect clit from the front and then from the back, quickly putting a finger into me, obviously to see if I was ready. I'd have easily taken my ex's cock at that point, but not Claude. He knew that, and began to just run his middle finger up and down my slit, feeling the wetness increase and then putting first one and then two fingers into me. My nipples were like two hard pencil erasers and I moaned deep in my throat, wondering whether I could take him all. From being with my ex and one of my boyfriend-lovers from before my marriage (the one with the 7-1/2? dick) I knew that the penetration from behind was, for me, the deepest position. I reached back and felt for his cock and, again marveling at it and yes, a little scared, held it in my right hand, stroking the skin back and forth, making him moan with pleasure. After a while, I had loosened up a bit and he just pushed me firmly, so that I was bent over, with my elbows on the balcony's railing. I looked back at him and said, ?Please fuck me, but start slowly". He smiled, put his left hand on the small of my back and fitted the large head to my slit and pushed. At first it hurt. But then as it popped in and I could feel it, it was like having a log shoved in, even though he was going as slow as he could. But plainly, he wanted to fuck me like a bitch and there wasn't much I could do. I certainly wasn't about to run through the hotel hollering, not naked and just in my heels.
So I sort of bit my lower lip and just stayed that way as he began fucking into me. It took a few minutes before I began to open to him, but I still was not as wet as I'd have liked. But by this time, he was not being subtle. He just held my hips like I was the bitch he wanted and he held my waist so that he could fuck that big cock into me. As he did that, he bent over and started repeatedly licking my neck and back... I loved it and the position kept him from jamming everything he had into me. And for some reason, it just turned me on and my pussy opened like a flower to him. He got about 8-9 inches into me and then I was well-lubricated. He stood up, held my hips and just rammed into me, grunting like an animal, saying (again in French) ?Yes, my bitch, take me into your pussy and feel my passion.? Well, though I have not had anyone near that big since then, I can tell you that feeling his passion hurt a lot at first, but after awhile all I could feel was where we were joined and that log of a cock rapidly fucking in and out. I came then for the first time and he must have loved it as his ?bitch? whined and cried like a dog in pain. I once saw a Great Dane humping a female lab in the park (I had to scurry my ******** away) and the image of a truly huge cock humping into a place far too small for it came back to me. I felt that I was that smaller dog, held tightly and unable to escape as I was humped unmercifully by another who didn't care if it hurt of not. That did it for me, as I wanted him to cum and to cum myself. I think he sensed it and he began pushing the rest of his dick into me hard and fast and as I came again, so did he. I reached under and massaged his balls, feeling the contractions and then he was there, moaning and crying with each spurt of cum. Having just fucked him twice and sucked him off a few hours earlier, I have no idea where the six or seven heavy spurts of cum came from. As soon as he finished, he pulled back and his cock popped out with a popping sound I looked back and for the life of me thought that I could not have taken all of that. His cock was slick with my lubrication and semi-erect hung down in front of him, the foreskin covering the head so that it looked like an enormous black banana. I bent over and, holding it in one hand, pushed the skin back and licked the come from the head, then the rest of it. I stood up and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed me with such passion it took my breath away. Then he said he would take a swim with me and we did, and it was skinny dipping brought to a whole new level for me. He fucked me missionary style on a beach blanket as the sun fully rose from the sea. This was turning into more adventure than I imagined...
Over breakfast, he told me his wife would be there two nights later and was bringing their friend Marcel, who he said was North African. He said I'd like Marcel, and I really did, and I had my first lesbian experience with Claude's wife. But as I said, another story. .
