African Prince
By Sensuous
I suppose that for a woman I am not as emotional as some and because I am an engineer by training, I tend to be reserved and analytical. I've read some of the stories on this web site and though I enjoy them, this is probably a bit different. Though it is my relation of my ?first time? experience of interracial sex, it is not one of domination or dealing with a lover who treated me poorly. On the contrary, it is about a relationship that even now, years later, makes me warm and wet, just thinking about a wonderful man. I'm married now to a man I love and my sex life is just fine, though not as hot as what I am about to tell you.
First a bit about me. Today, I am approaching fifty and though I still look pretty good, I am not the lovely young woman I was in the late 70's, when I was a senior at a well-known technical university in Texas. I had gone there because I had some real ability and interest in science and math and had decided to be a civil engineer or an architect, and because my excellent grades in high school earned me a partial scholarship which continuing study turned into a ?full ride.?
There were not many women students studying engineering there, and I think my Midwestern ****** though encouraging thought me a bit strange. Anyway, the men in my classes far outnumbered the women, I was a good looking and attractive 5?8? tall green-eyed medium blonde, the sort of pretty ?corn queen? type you see in small towns all over the mid-west, like the place where I grew up. I had been athletic in high school and though I did not continue in organized sports, I enjoyed the outdoor life, ran and swam regularly. I kept my weight down, though I was not thin, I weighed about 125-130 at the time. I had a womanly body, with 38d breasts, about a 27 inch waste, and 38 hips. Not the sort of small butt and big breasted ideal of today, but the sort that got plenty of attention.
Sexually, I had some experience, having lost my virginity to a nice boy I chose for that purpose as a high school junior. He was also a virgin and I knew would not brag about being with me, as would one of the jocks who played football for our school. On a week-end two months after we became steadies, when my folks were visiting away, I made sure he came over after a movie and decided to let the necking and touching go all the way. We'd done some petting and I had held his penis several times and jerked him off.
For those of you who care, he was circumcised and about 6? long, and not too thick, which I thought was just fine, particularly for a ?first.? I enjoyed being able to stroke his cock and make him come, which he could over and over. Sixteen year old boys are like that. On the other hand, he played with my tits and pussy, though I don't think he really understood how to please me. I did not tell him what I had in mind, but even drove to another town about 20 miles away and bought some condoms. When we were kissing and he had my top off and I was rubbing him through his pants, I told him to 'make love to me? and it did not take asking more than once. He seemed embarrassed to take off all of his clothes and I let him take down my panties and really see my pussy for the first time. I loved that his cock stood up so straight and hard and knew he wanted to put it in me. I stroked him until I felt he was very hard, he fumbled with the condom and he came before he could even get it in to me the first time, but I expected that. Next time, just minutes later, he managed to get it in, though the first time hurt. It wasn't until weeks later that I had my first orgasm.
Later, I had two other boyfriend/lovers as a freshman in the university, and by that time I was on the pill. There wasn't much concern then about STD's so I had no concern about not using condoms. One of the boyfriends was the first uncircumcised guy I'd been with and I think that his maybe 8? dick made him a poor lover, as he just seemed to feel that all he needed to do was get it in and pump away. After three or four times with him in his dorm room I ended the relationship, mostly because it was boring. The most 'd learned about sex at that point was from a married professor with whom I carried on a hot relationship during my junior year in his office two or three times a week for a whole semester. He was Jewish, from New York and very sophisticated. He was in his 40's and kept suggesting that he and I have a 'threesome? with his wife, who was in her 30's and taught foreign language literature courses at a nearby community college. We never did. His cock was about 7? long, nice and fat and, of course, circumcised. He was the first guy to go down on me and he really seemed to get off making me come over and over. He introduced me to anal sex (still not a favorite of mine) and I have to say that he really coached me on how to give head. I really enjoyed that as I do today.
I expected that my senior year would be pretty uneventful, as I was focused on getting a good job, which were not plentiful for female engineering students. I had moved into my off-campus apartment, which I shared with two other girls, even before school began. One Saturday, I ran into a gay guy I knew who invited me to a party at his apartment. He was a graduate student and I had nothing else to do, so I went. I dressed petty conservatively, though in those days I did a very nice job of filling out the jeans and t-shirt I wore. The party proved to be as boring as I thought it would, the straight good looking men were gay and the few who were not were either with dates or married. I had bummed a cigarette from someone and gone out onto the patio to smoke. I had just lit up and my mind was sort of wandering when I was startled to realize there was someone sitting close by, just a few feet away. He was smoking a pipe and I remember thinking ?who smokes a pipe except old people?? he apologized for startling me, and I realized that he had a foreign accent and was black. I'd been hit on at college by a few black guys, but they were the jock 'thug? type. I had no problem with their race, but declined because I felt I'd just be their white girl trophy and would have none of that.
This guy was very different. He introduced himself and he had a near unpronounceable (to Midwestern me) African name. It started with ?Kim?-something, and so I'll call him that. He was a graduate student from a west-African country, had studied petroleum engineering in Europe, but had come to Texas for post-graduate work and as I understood it, would be going back to Africa to help exploit his country's off-shore oil.
We spent about an hour inside, just chatting. I have to say I was fascinated by him from the start. First of all, he was very dark skinned, almost black with a kind of mahogany brown tint to his skin. He had what I later learned were ceremonial scars just below his eyes, was very tall, maybe 6?3,? and slender, and was wearing very nice pressed khakis and a light weight silk shirt, with an African print on it'very different from the grungy jeans and t-shirted Americans. His accent was the product of having been schooled in the UK, and his manners were very ?old school.? Even then young American men I knew were not into holding doors for a woman or anywhere near as polite and proper as Kim was. And no, I did not go home with him, though I might have if he'd asked. He did not even ask for my telephone number.
I saw him a number of times on campus and by the third week of school we were meeting pretty regularly for coffee or lunch, and I learned that he actually was tribal royalty, a prince in his tribe, which was the most influential one in the affairs of his country. But we had nothing I'd call a 'date.? About a month later, we still had not gone beyond polite conversation, and I wondered where it was going. So, typical of me, I decided to force the issue. Over lunch I asked him why he had not asked me out. He seemed startled, and then explained. Turns out that he really enjoyed my company and particularly the fact that he was learning so much about America from me. However, he could not become involved in a serious relationship with an American woman, because he was betrothed to a girl back home. He had been since he was 15 and would be marrying her after he finished his studies and returned home. He took her picture out of his wallet and showed it to me. She looked like an African cross between Hallie Berry and Beyonce Knowles. I mean we are talking drop-dead gorgeous. So my first thought was "Uh-Oh, who am I little white bread girl to think he'd be interested in me." When I sort of said ?Oh, I did know, I guess the look on my face was of disappointment. He must have seen it, because he quickly explained that he would not want to unfairly become involved with someone when it could go nowhere. I laughed and told him I was not upset, because I was not looking for a relationship that would end in marriage, as I was intent on getting out into my own profession. I told him that I liked and trusted him and would not feel upset if he took up with me with the understanding that we were good friends and that it would go no further. He laughed and seemed relieved. He said that he was very attracted to me, but did not want to lose my friendship if I thought all he wanted was sex. We laughed together and he just blurted out ?Wonderful, then we must be lovers!? Well, I have to say that I did not know what to make of the situation. I went out that night and bought a very sexy Victoria's Secret bra and panty outfit, in a light green that matched my eyes, with matching 4? green strap heels. I took two hours getting the right fit and liked the package.
As the big date approached I have to say I was really nervous. I was at most an infrequent smoker, but I finished a pack of cigarettes between the Friday before and the day of our first 'date.? I wore a fairly conservative light green dress, with the aforementioned ?killer? underwear and heels. He picked me up at my apartment wearing obviously expensive linen slacks and a riotous green print African shirt. My two sophomore roommates winked their approval. We ate dinner at a local branch of a seafood restaurant and I don't even remember what I ate, though I did have two glasses of white wine. I am usually very much in control, but I was a nervous wreck, not knowing what being with this man would be like.
We went back to his apartment, where he thankfully lived alone. I barely noticed that it was beautifully furnished with what I guessed was African art, and a very nice tan leather sofa and chairs. He put on some nice soft music and took me in his arms. Predictably, he was a much better dancer than I was and I stepped on his feet a couple of times, which made him chuckle and me blush. He said I should relax, that he wanted this to be pleasurable for me and make me comfortable with him. He leaned down and softly kissed me. His lips were large, as he was African, but remarkably soft and gentle. It was me, who opened my mouth and licked lightly at his lips, and then he opened his mouth and our kiss became more serious. I held him to me and could feel his wiry and strong body next to mine. As we danced with our arms around each other, I thought I could feel his cock begin to stiffen, but I was not sure. I stepped back and looked down and I can tell you, there was no mistaking the outline of something that went down his leg and seemed to go below into one of his pants legs. I knew that black men sometimes are large (remember, I research pretty much everything in my life) and sort of expected large?but not THAT large. I guess I was startled and he put his finger to my lips and said ?If you don't want to, I will be disappointed, but it will be OK.? Funny how when you are with a kind man and he says something like that, even an educated woman like me will relax. No way was I backing out. I knew all the biology and was sure he would be gentle. I said, ?No, I want to make love with you, just be gentle.? He smiled, and right there just picked me up off my feet. I snuggled into his neck and he took me into the bedroom. The bed was predictably King sized and had an African print cover. He put me down on my feet and pulled the cover off the bed. Slowly, he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then stepped back and just looked at me. All he said was ?how beautiful? and I was lost.
I asked if I could undress him and he said ?of course.? I took him by the hand and went over to the bed and sat down with him in front of me. He pulled his shirt off over his head and I saw that he had more scars on his belly which had a "six pack? that would be envied by a body builder... Then I reached over, opened his belt and slowly unbuttoned his slacks. As they fell to the floor, I saw that he was wearing boxer briefs and that his cock simply filled them to bursting, and went down his leg. I reached over and slowly stroked it up and down and he murmured something I did not understand. I asked what he said and he explained that he's said ?lover? in his language. I smiled and then put both hands into the top of his briefs and slowly pulled then down.
What I saw was nothing like anything I'd seen before. His cock was the same color of his skin, that dark mahogany. The foreskin covered the head and even though it was not fully erect, it was about 9? long. I just looked at it and then reached out. He groaned as I held it in my right hand, feeling its heat and heaviness. It was not just long, but very thick, and I sort of mumbled ?I don't know.? He said ?Trust me, it will be fine.? I smiled and began slowly stroking it, and as it grew, the dark pink head came out of the foreskin. He then pulled me to my feet, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and my full breasts were free. The nipples were already hardening, as they do when I get excited. He sat down on the bed and holding me in front of him began to kiss my breasts and my belly. I held his head close to me and closed my eyes, getting lost in his gentle kissing and stroking of my body. He slowly pulled my thong panties down, reached over to his end table and took a jar out of it, opened it and with me watching, he took some of what looked like a clear salve and rubbed it over my labia and into my pussy, which was not yet wet enough. I trusted him so that I did not even ask what it was. Almost immediately, I began to feel my pussy getting wet and engorged. He saw my reaction and smiled.
He pulled me on to the bed, at that point all I had left on were my heels, and I kept them on. I lay down on my back, expecting him to take me, but instead he began to lick his way down across my breasts to my belly and, finally, to my blonde haired pussy. He lay there with his knees on the floor and his face in my pussy, and began licking my slit up to my clit and back. He went on like that for a long time and I had the first two of many orgasms, crying his name. I heard him laugh the first time, saying ?good???I want to please you.? After the second time, I said ?I want you? and he crawled on to the bed and between my legs. As he did, I looked down and for the first time saw his fully erect cock. It was beautiful. The foreskin still covered all but about and inch of the head, which was a bright pink, and it was VERY thick. It was, I guessed, probably 11? long and even though he'd assured me, I did not think anything like that could be in me.
Slowly, he crawled forward, his cock swaying with its size and weight. As he approached me he reached down and held it to my pussy, slowly rubbing it in the bit of the salve that was on the outer lips. All I knew is that I wanted to be one with him and I would try. As he rubbed it, the foreskin was pushed back and the head just went in easily, and then he took his hand away and began a sort of rolling motion, so that ever so slowly, he began to feed that huge cock into me. I reached up and held him to my breasts, so that he was close and said 'take me lover, my sweet gentle lover.? And he continued that motion, slowly but surely moving deeper and deeper. When he'd gone into me as far as anyone ever had, there was still at least 3 or 4 inches still outside. I reached down and took his ass in my hands and slowly guided him. It must have taken 15 minutes to comfortably get it all in, and I was surprised. When he was finally in me and I could feel him so deep that it still hurt a little, he began to thrust and I just lost it. I can't tell you if I had three orgasms or seven. I know that I was actually crying and holding him as tightly to me as I could, with this incredible feeling of fullness. It was not as though I'd never had a man or an orgasm, but this gentle, caring and at the same time forcefully enormous lover was like none I'd experienced to that point, and I can tell you since, event though my husband after 20 years of marriage still curls my toes. He fucked me (that's what it was) steadily for what for all I knew was 45 minutes or an hour. Then I sensed that he was getting near and he pushed himself up onto his hands and I could see his beautiful mahogany body, and his huge cock pushing aside my blonde pubic hairs and going in and out of my body. I watched it almost like it was someone else, but at the same time feeling like I was on fire, then as I came again I felt him shudder and then grunt. As he buried it all in me, I felt his balls and the contracting pulsing as he spurted what felt like a pint of semen into me. I can only describe it as the most primal sex I have ever experienced. In a very animal way, I remember thinking that I was sorry I was on the pill, as I wanted to fully mate with this man. Crazy? Of course! But it was all crazy.
After a rest of at least an hour, in which we laughed and teased each other, I reached over and held that beautiful enormous cock, feeling it thickening as I stroked it, and then I used all my professor/lover had taught me, determined to suck this man as well as anyone could. He wanted to fuck me but I said ?No? that it was my turn to give pleasure, though I got so wet while I was doing it, I later climbed on him and just took the whole cock pretty quickly.
So started the most sensual time of my life, when I had a most gifted lover. Yes, he was very big, but he was so much more. I had other lovers after him and I can tell you that two of them with more normal sized cocks were just as generous and loving as my Kim, and they made me cry like he did. But he was not only my Prince, he was my first real love, and for that year before he went back to Africa and that very lucky and beautiful girl, he was my King.
By Sensuous
I suppose that for a woman I am not as emotional as some and because I am an engineer by training, I tend to be reserved and analytical. I've read some of the stories on this web site and though I enjoy them, this is probably a bit different. Though it is my relation of my ?first time? experience of interracial sex, it is not one of domination or dealing with a lover who treated me poorly. On the contrary, it is about a relationship that even now, years later, makes me warm and wet, just thinking about a wonderful man. I'm married now to a man I love and my sex life is just fine, though not as hot as what I am about to tell you.
First a bit about me. Today, I am approaching fifty and though I still look pretty good, I am not the lovely young woman I was in the late 70's, when I was a senior at a well-known technical university in Texas. I had gone there because I had some real ability and interest in science and math and had decided to be a civil engineer or an architect, and because my excellent grades in high school earned me a partial scholarship which continuing study turned into a ?full ride.?
There were not many women students studying engineering there, and I think my Midwestern ****** though encouraging thought me a bit strange. Anyway, the men in my classes far outnumbered the women, I was a good looking and attractive 5?8? tall green-eyed medium blonde, the sort of pretty ?corn queen? type you see in small towns all over the mid-west, like the place where I grew up. I had been athletic in high school and though I did not continue in organized sports, I enjoyed the outdoor life, ran and swam regularly. I kept my weight down, though I was not thin, I weighed about 125-130 at the time. I had a womanly body, with 38d breasts, about a 27 inch waste, and 38 hips. Not the sort of small butt and big breasted ideal of today, but the sort that got plenty of attention.
Sexually, I had some experience, having lost my virginity to a nice boy I chose for that purpose as a high school junior. He was also a virgin and I knew would not brag about being with me, as would one of the jocks who played football for our school. On a week-end two months after we became steadies, when my folks were visiting away, I made sure he came over after a movie and decided to let the necking and touching go all the way. We'd done some petting and I had held his penis several times and jerked him off.
For those of you who care, he was circumcised and about 6? long, and not too thick, which I thought was just fine, particularly for a ?first.? I enjoyed being able to stroke his cock and make him come, which he could over and over. Sixteen year old boys are like that. On the other hand, he played with my tits and pussy, though I don't think he really understood how to please me. I did not tell him what I had in mind, but even drove to another town about 20 miles away and bought some condoms. When we were kissing and he had my top off and I was rubbing him through his pants, I told him to 'make love to me? and it did not take asking more than once. He seemed embarrassed to take off all of his clothes and I let him take down my panties and really see my pussy for the first time. I loved that his cock stood up so straight and hard and knew he wanted to put it in me. I stroked him until I felt he was very hard, he fumbled with the condom and he came before he could even get it in to me the first time, but I expected that. Next time, just minutes later, he managed to get it in, though the first time hurt. It wasn't until weeks later that I had my first orgasm.
Later, I had two other boyfriend/lovers as a freshman in the university, and by that time I was on the pill. There wasn't much concern then about STD's so I had no concern about not using condoms. One of the boyfriends was the first uncircumcised guy I'd been with and I think that his maybe 8? dick made him a poor lover, as he just seemed to feel that all he needed to do was get it in and pump away. After three or four times with him in his dorm room I ended the relationship, mostly because it was boring. The most 'd learned about sex at that point was from a married professor with whom I carried on a hot relationship during my junior year in his office two or three times a week for a whole semester. He was Jewish, from New York and very sophisticated. He was in his 40's and kept suggesting that he and I have a 'threesome? with his wife, who was in her 30's and taught foreign language literature courses at a nearby community college. We never did. His cock was about 7? long, nice and fat and, of course, circumcised. He was the first guy to go down on me and he really seemed to get off making me come over and over. He introduced me to anal sex (still not a favorite of mine) and I have to say that he really coached me on how to give head. I really enjoyed that as I do today.
I expected that my senior year would be pretty uneventful, as I was focused on getting a good job, which were not plentiful for female engineering students. I had moved into my off-campus apartment, which I shared with two other girls, even before school began. One Saturday, I ran into a gay guy I knew who invited me to a party at his apartment. He was a graduate student and I had nothing else to do, so I went. I dressed petty conservatively, though in those days I did a very nice job of filling out the jeans and t-shirt I wore. The party proved to be as boring as I thought it would, the straight good looking men were gay and the few who were not were either with dates or married. I had bummed a cigarette from someone and gone out onto the patio to smoke. I had just lit up and my mind was sort of wandering when I was startled to realize there was someone sitting close by, just a few feet away. He was smoking a pipe and I remember thinking ?who smokes a pipe except old people?? he apologized for startling me, and I realized that he had a foreign accent and was black. I'd been hit on at college by a few black guys, but they were the jock 'thug? type. I had no problem with their race, but declined because I felt I'd just be their white girl trophy and would have none of that.
This guy was very different. He introduced himself and he had a near unpronounceable (to Midwestern me) African name. It started with ?Kim?-something, and so I'll call him that. He was a graduate student from a west-African country, had studied petroleum engineering in Europe, but had come to Texas for post-graduate work and as I understood it, would be going back to Africa to help exploit his country's off-shore oil.
We spent about an hour inside, just chatting. I have to say I was fascinated by him from the start. First of all, he was very dark skinned, almost black with a kind of mahogany brown tint to his skin. He had what I later learned were ceremonial scars just below his eyes, was very tall, maybe 6?3,? and slender, and was wearing very nice pressed khakis and a light weight silk shirt, with an African print on it'very different from the grungy jeans and t-shirted Americans. His accent was the product of having been schooled in the UK, and his manners were very ?old school.? Even then young American men I knew were not into holding doors for a woman or anywhere near as polite and proper as Kim was. And no, I did not go home with him, though I might have if he'd asked. He did not even ask for my telephone number.
I saw him a number of times on campus and by the third week of school we were meeting pretty regularly for coffee or lunch, and I learned that he actually was tribal royalty, a prince in his tribe, which was the most influential one in the affairs of his country. But we had nothing I'd call a 'date.? About a month later, we still had not gone beyond polite conversation, and I wondered where it was going. So, typical of me, I decided to force the issue. Over lunch I asked him why he had not asked me out. He seemed startled, and then explained. Turns out that he really enjoyed my company and particularly the fact that he was learning so much about America from me. However, he could not become involved in a serious relationship with an American woman, because he was betrothed to a girl back home. He had been since he was 15 and would be marrying her after he finished his studies and returned home. He took her picture out of his wallet and showed it to me. She looked like an African cross between Hallie Berry and Beyonce Knowles. I mean we are talking drop-dead gorgeous. So my first thought was "Uh-Oh, who am I little white bread girl to think he'd be interested in me." When I sort of said ?Oh, I did know, I guess the look on my face was of disappointment. He must have seen it, because he quickly explained that he would not want to unfairly become involved with someone when it could go nowhere. I laughed and told him I was not upset, because I was not looking for a relationship that would end in marriage, as I was intent on getting out into my own profession. I told him that I liked and trusted him and would not feel upset if he took up with me with the understanding that we were good friends and that it would go no further. He laughed and seemed relieved. He said that he was very attracted to me, but did not want to lose my friendship if I thought all he wanted was sex. We laughed together and he just blurted out ?Wonderful, then we must be lovers!? Well, I have to say that I did not know what to make of the situation. I went out that night and bought a very sexy Victoria's Secret bra and panty outfit, in a light green that matched my eyes, with matching 4? green strap heels. I took two hours getting the right fit and liked the package.
As the big date approached I have to say I was really nervous. I was at most an infrequent smoker, but I finished a pack of cigarettes between the Friday before and the day of our first 'date.? I wore a fairly conservative light green dress, with the aforementioned ?killer? underwear and heels. He picked me up at my apartment wearing obviously expensive linen slacks and a riotous green print African shirt. My two sophomore roommates winked their approval. We ate dinner at a local branch of a seafood restaurant and I don't even remember what I ate, though I did have two glasses of white wine. I am usually very much in control, but I was a nervous wreck, not knowing what being with this man would be like.
We went back to his apartment, where he thankfully lived alone. I barely noticed that it was beautifully furnished with what I guessed was African art, and a very nice tan leather sofa and chairs. He put on some nice soft music and took me in his arms. Predictably, he was a much better dancer than I was and I stepped on his feet a couple of times, which made him chuckle and me blush. He said I should relax, that he wanted this to be pleasurable for me and make me comfortable with him. He leaned down and softly kissed me. His lips were large, as he was African, but remarkably soft and gentle. It was me, who opened my mouth and licked lightly at his lips, and then he opened his mouth and our kiss became more serious. I held him to me and could feel his wiry and strong body next to mine. As we danced with our arms around each other, I thought I could feel his cock begin to stiffen, but I was not sure. I stepped back and looked down and I can tell you, there was no mistaking the outline of something that went down his leg and seemed to go below into one of his pants legs. I knew that black men sometimes are large (remember, I research pretty much everything in my life) and sort of expected large?but not THAT large. I guess I was startled and he put his finger to my lips and said ?If you don't want to, I will be disappointed, but it will be OK.? Funny how when you are with a kind man and he says something like that, even an educated woman like me will relax. No way was I backing out. I knew all the biology and was sure he would be gentle. I said, ?No, I want to make love with you, just be gentle.? He smiled, and right there just picked me up off my feet. I snuggled into his neck and he took me into the bedroom. The bed was predictably King sized and had an African print cover. He put me down on my feet and pulled the cover off the bed. Slowly, he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then stepped back and just looked at me. All he said was ?how beautiful? and I was lost.
I asked if I could undress him and he said ?of course.? I took him by the hand and went over to the bed and sat down with him in front of me. He pulled his shirt off over his head and I saw that he had more scars on his belly which had a "six pack? that would be envied by a body builder... Then I reached over, opened his belt and slowly unbuttoned his slacks. As they fell to the floor, I saw that he was wearing boxer briefs and that his cock simply filled them to bursting, and went down his leg. I reached over and slowly stroked it up and down and he murmured something I did not understand. I asked what he said and he explained that he's said ?lover? in his language. I smiled and then put both hands into the top of his briefs and slowly pulled then down.
What I saw was nothing like anything I'd seen before. His cock was the same color of his skin, that dark mahogany. The foreskin covered the head and even though it was not fully erect, it was about 9? long. I just looked at it and then reached out. He groaned as I held it in my right hand, feeling its heat and heaviness. It was not just long, but very thick, and I sort of mumbled ?I don't know.? He said ?Trust me, it will be fine.? I smiled and began slowly stroking it, and as it grew, the dark pink head came out of the foreskin. He then pulled me to my feet, reached behind me and unhooked my bra, and my full breasts were free. The nipples were already hardening, as they do when I get excited. He sat down on the bed and holding me in front of him began to kiss my breasts and my belly. I held his head close to me and closed my eyes, getting lost in his gentle kissing and stroking of my body. He slowly pulled my thong panties down, reached over to his end table and took a jar out of it, opened it and with me watching, he took some of what looked like a clear salve and rubbed it over my labia and into my pussy, which was not yet wet enough. I trusted him so that I did not even ask what it was. Almost immediately, I began to feel my pussy getting wet and engorged. He saw my reaction and smiled.
He pulled me on to the bed, at that point all I had left on were my heels, and I kept them on. I lay down on my back, expecting him to take me, but instead he began to lick his way down across my breasts to my belly and, finally, to my blonde haired pussy. He lay there with his knees on the floor and his face in my pussy, and began licking my slit up to my clit and back. He went on like that for a long time and I had the first two of many orgasms, crying his name. I heard him laugh the first time, saying ?good???I want to please you.? After the second time, I said ?I want you? and he crawled on to the bed and between my legs. As he did, I looked down and for the first time saw his fully erect cock. It was beautiful. The foreskin still covered all but about and inch of the head, which was a bright pink, and it was VERY thick. It was, I guessed, probably 11? long and even though he'd assured me, I did not think anything like that could be in me.
Slowly, he crawled forward, his cock swaying with its size and weight. As he approached me he reached down and held it to my pussy, slowly rubbing it in the bit of the salve that was on the outer lips. All I knew is that I wanted to be one with him and I would try. As he rubbed it, the foreskin was pushed back and the head just went in easily, and then he took his hand away and began a sort of rolling motion, so that ever so slowly, he began to feed that huge cock into me. I reached up and held him to my breasts, so that he was close and said 'take me lover, my sweet gentle lover.? And he continued that motion, slowly but surely moving deeper and deeper. When he'd gone into me as far as anyone ever had, there was still at least 3 or 4 inches still outside. I reached down and took his ass in my hands and slowly guided him. It must have taken 15 minutes to comfortably get it all in, and I was surprised. When he was finally in me and I could feel him so deep that it still hurt a little, he began to thrust and I just lost it. I can't tell you if I had three orgasms or seven. I know that I was actually crying and holding him as tightly to me as I could, with this incredible feeling of fullness. It was not as though I'd never had a man or an orgasm, but this gentle, caring and at the same time forcefully enormous lover was like none I'd experienced to that point, and I can tell you since, event though my husband after 20 years of marriage still curls my toes. He fucked me (that's what it was) steadily for what for all I knew was 45 minutes or an hour. Then I sensed that he was getting near and he pushed himself up onto his hands and I could see his beautiful mahogany body, and his huge cock pushing aside my blonde pubic hairs and going in and out of my body. I watched it almost like it was someone else, but at the same time feeling like I was on fire, then as I came again I felt him shudder and then grunt. As he buried it all in me, I felt his balls and the contracting pulsing as he spurted what felt like a pint of semen into me. I can only describe it as the most primal sex I have ever experienced. In a very animal way, I remember thinking that I was sorry I was on the pill, as I wanted to fully mate with this man. Crazy? Of course! But it was all crazy.
After a rest of at least an hour, in which we laughed and teased each other, I reached over and held that beautiful enormous cock, feeling it thickening as I stroked it, and then I used all my professor/lover had taught me, determined to suck this man as well as anyone could. He wanted to fuck me but I said ?No? that it was my turn to give pleasure, though I got so wet while I was doing it, I later climbed on him and just took the whole cock pretty quickly.
So started the most sensual time of my life, when I had a most gifted lover. Yes, he was very big, but he was so much more. I had other lovers after him and I can tell you that two of them with more normal sized cocks were just as generous and loving as my Kim, and they made me cry like he did. But he was not only my Prince, he was my first real love, and for that year before he went back to Africa and that very lucky and beautiful girl, he was my King.
