David appeared to have flaked out at the other side of the bed, leaving Francis and I talking.
“I don’t really understand. You did it just to try?” I asked after thinking it over.
He smiled, the same half smirk I had seen in the garden.
“No, not really. I mean. It’s a punishment. My punishment.”
I shook my head; he was loosing my logic fast.
“For me, I never wanted to do that to a man before, till I saw you. It’s my punishment for wanting it with another man, for doing it with you.” He shrugged.
“But we did it to you.”
He sat up then moved across and between my legs.
“You don’t understand, it’s just me, up here.” He pointed to his head.
Moving again, he lifted both my legs, holding the ankles in one hand. He dove down to my ass, licking and sucking, probing me with his fingers.
“You got a beautiful ass. When I saw you, I knew I had to fuck this pussy. Your pussy. I’m going to fuck your pussy now.”
“No Francis, just hold on a minute. You are far too big for me.”
He didn’t listen and went down again stabbing my ring with his tongue. I shivered, but it felt good nonetheless.
Could he? No he was far too big. But not all that much bigger than David, who wasn’t a problem for me now. Maybe if I concentrated on relaxing it would be okay. Maybe if I woke David up we could call it quits and tell him to go. No, David would not do that; he would play fair to the end. We fucked him; I would have to take it back.
“Use the oil Francis, the oil!” In a panic I indicated the bottle on the bedside table.
He took the bottle and smothered it over his dick. Then he bent down to lick my hole again for a few more moments. Although afraid of what was to come, his licking almost made me want to shout for him to put it in. He brought it to the mark and looked up.
“Just go slowly.” I begged.
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He nodded understanding and slowly put some weight behind it. He pushed on till I let out an involuntary gasp as pain swept through me. Pulling back out, he bent down to use his tongue.
“I love eating pussy” he commented meeting my eyes.
I began to writhe and buck, he was turning me on big time. Sensing I had relaxed, at least momentarily, he came up for air and pushed his dick back again, increasing the pressure. I looked down my body, watching this black stake slowly sliding into my guts.
I wanted to shout out, scream, do something. My body felt as though he was splitting me in two. Should I rouse David or bite my lip and take it. I would feel a fool to wake him up somehow, just because I was suffering a little. No, a lot. But to be contrary, I had a feeling of satisfaction knowing that I was taking this giant cock in the first place.
Francis kept his word and kept stopping for a few moments before continuing to insert himself. By half way I had no pain, just an immense feeling of being full, as though I had a balloon expanding relentlessly inside.
“See, that’s not so bad is it? You got me now, all of me.”
I opened my eyes and looked down, his coarse crotch hair was surrounding my balls, tickling them.
“You are hotter than I thought, you feel fantastic” he said, bending down to close to my face.
His tongue forced into my mouth, licking and probing. He nibbled my lips and chin, all the time letting out little moans of appreciation. I almost forgot that he was embedded in me lower down. That lapse on my part was quickly brought home. Soon he had become worked up with kissing and biting, all the time getting us both more and more excited as he made love with his mouth.
“Now I fuck.” he whispered quite out of the blue.
He began to move his hips, circling his loins and probing his dick back and forth to relish the senses. With being inside me for what must have been many minutes before this started, had the effect that I too looked forward to being fucked. I heard myself moaning my own pleasures as he prodded and probed before settling down to a regular rhythm.
I gasped as the full size of his dick became apparent ever more clearly. He would withdraw it almost to the end and then a seemingly never ending thrust would bury it somewhere no-one else had ever reached.
At first I was captivated, lying there with this big black man above me, biting, licking, kissing and sucking while his dick ploughed into my guts. It was if I were his prey, he the powerful Black Panther and I some light skinned Gazelle than had been cornered and pounced upon. The notion was exhilarating in the extreme and I found my body countering his thrusts and egging him on even more.
My acquiescence was not to last for long. As his excitement grew and I realised that he would be coming very soon, so did the ferocity of his thrusts. The pleasure turned to pain as his dick began to churn my insides painfully. I began to fight, push back up the bed to stop the deepest jabs. His strength increased in sync with his arousal so that he fastened me powerfully making escape impossible.
Harder and harder his loins smacked, digging his dick somewhere it should not have been. I was going to have to cry out, try and wake David to stop him. He was out of his mind.
It seemed an age to be under such a ferocious attack but in reality it must have been a matter of seconds, less than a minute. I didn’t realise this till he gave a gigantic lunge that had me clawing the bed in agony. Then just as suddenly I felt this warm wave sweep through me as he erupted in climax. All was forgiven. Instead I ground back, luxuriating in the sheer pleasure of being flooded with his soothing balm. My god, it was wonderful.
Opening my eyes and focusing, he was staring back with the now trademark smirk. Beads of his sweat dripped down from his forehead and body.
“You enjoyed?”
Not knowing what to say, the beginning and the very end were good, but next to the last bit was awful.
“Some good, some bad” I said, wondering how to put it better.
“You looked like you were enjoying to me.”
He gyrated his hips making me feel the full measure of his size. My expression made him chuckle as he slowly withdrew. Raising my head I wanted to see again what I had taken. This shiny black pole kept coming and coming till suddenly it flicked up as the head popped out. Shit!, If David was around ten inches then Francis would be twelve, plus the extra width. My head flopped back to the pillow as this fact hit, no wonder my guts were a mess.
He backed down the bed to take a look.
“My, my, a hot BIG wet pussy. I love to eat my own juice from a pussy.”
With that he buried his head between my legs and used his tongue like a demon. Slurping, licking and sucking, just like he did with my mouth, he went on and on eating me out. I felt great in fact, kind of soothed the wound if you like. For him though it turned him on all over again.
I could tell the way he was becoming agitated that it was not over yet. Sure enough he came up for air, telling me he would do me again. Before I could utter a word either way he was pushing himself inside.
“You want same way or different?”
I said on my side, like David had him the second time. Perhaps I could keep a bit of distance this time instead of taking his weight. Without parting, he moved around and behind to spoon up.
This was much better. I felt the enormous pressure to part me down the middle, but at least so far he was not rupturing anything. His nose rubbed the back of my head and every so often he bent around to lick and bite my ear. It was good.
So good, that to my astonishment I found myself pushing back against him. At the back of my mind I knew somehow that he had put a spell on me, that really I should not be enjoying like I was. But for now, I was loving it, loving the shear size of his weapon inside, proud in a weird way that I had such a thing inside my body. If this was his first time with a man, then somewhere in the back of my mind I was happy that I was giving him so much pleasure.
It may have been a different position but it soon turned out a replay. In-between whispering in my ear how good was my arse, or pussy as he was unexplainably want to call it, his leg hooked mine back and his arm pulled me back tight while he thrust deep.
Again it got to the point where I had to stop him somehow but then as before, he froze and emptied himself. The wonderful finale immediately began to wash away the pain and I relaxed into his arms.
He pushed me onto my front while he examined what I dreaded was an enormous hole in my body. He found it exciting and used his mouth on me for a while.
Quite suddenly my insides began to churn something awful. Fearing that he really had done some damage, I leapt off the bed and ran to the toilet. There I sat for an age till the queasy feelings had subsided and all the rumblings had stopped.
It left me feeling bad about the whole thing and I needed to wash myself clean. There already in the shower room was Francis.
“Where is David?”
“Still sleeping when I left him. I’m not surprised going by what he did to me, it took something out of me never mind exhausting himself.” He laughed quietly.
I went under the showerhead and let it wash off all the dried sweat. Moments later, I felt him close by.
“What can I say? Thanks for in there. I was amazed how good it was, hope it was good for you.”
His tone was caring, his smile genuine. I could not be angry, nor be upset. Already the pain had gone, physically and mentally when I saw his gentle human side.
“You’re quite something Francis, you know? Hung like a horse, evidently no hang ups in the bedroom. And you can be quite the gentleman.”
He laughed and grabbed my head between his hands and commenced to devour my face. This time, I could push him off, amused though I was at his interest.
His dick caught my eye, before when I came in; it was hanging down between his legs, a thick limp appendage. With kissing, it was up again standing strong.
Following my eyes, he laughed.
“I am African. Don’t you know we are supposed to be virile?”
“Well I did hear something about that back
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He laughed again.
“That’s always what the tourists expected, that we all walked around with hard dicks just come down from swinging in the trees. I think some of them come on holiday just to find it. Usually, they were women who couldn’t get it back home, too damn ugly!”
Now he had me laughing, I could imagine him working in some hotel being propositioned by fat awful women.
“Did you ever…?”
“Me, no! I was young and innocent then. Had a girlfriend and thought I had all the world could offer.”
“And now?”
“Now, no offence but I’m older and wiser and might try anything once.”
“Only once, you tried it twice just now.”
He laughed again. “Hope I can try another time, just to make up my mind.”
“No way, I’m wrecked, honestly. I never had anyone as big as you.”
“Really, I’ve seen men bigger than me.” He said surprised.
“If you have, then I don’t want to meet them”
“Not many for sure, but some” he chuckled.
While we bantered he had begun to play around with his dick, with me hardly able to take my eyes of it. Even now, I couldn’t really believe I had taken him inside me.
“If you say so, you’re the boss. But if not in your pussy, then how about using your mouth, I could feel you were into it before.”
I looked long at his dick. I didn’t really feel in a sexy mood, my ass was still stinging too much for that. But the fascination with his dick still held.
“Come on, I know you want to. I know you can do a good job.”
His hand came to rest on my shoulder, gradually pushing me down. We moved out of the shower spray to one side, and he pulled my face into his groin. I let him wipe my face, playing around. Then he pushed to my lips and I opened to take in the head. He rocked gently, pushing it to the back of my throat and then back to my lips, all the time slowly jacking himself.
“Suck it, suck out that load you just had me make. Suck it!”
I did as told, sucking the head and running my tongue over and down the shaft to his fingers. Faster and faster he jacked, while lauding my efforts and encouraging me to suck him dry.
“You are doing a good job, suck it out of me, let me fill you up this end.”
His words left me tingling and I tried my best to take in what I could.
“Yes, I’m coming again, keep sucking, let me come in you.” He was whispering to himself, but loud enough for it to electrify me.
“Yes, I’m coming now!” he cried huskily, moving one hand behind my head so I wouldn’t back off.
My mouth filled to overflowing. He was still jacking so I couldn’t keep my lips fastened over the end. Once the first blast had been fired, he jacked furiously letting the remainder shoot over my face.
I squatted, fixed in a trance as his come ran down my face. Breathing the strong intoxicating smell. I stuck out my tongue to lick it from my lips and savour a few drops more.
Once finished, he moved back under the shower leaving me there slightly dumbfounded. Pulling myself together I stood and moved under with him to wash my face and chest.
“I better be off” he said. “Got to get my dinner and find a bed in the hostel.”
With little more than a few wooden words, he dried off and dressed and let himself out.
I stayed under the shower for ages, thinking of what I had done. Quickly I got angry. Mad for going along with it all in the first place. Mad with David for falling asleep and not being there when I wanted him. Mad with allowing myself to get hurt and not doing anything about it. Mad with Francis who took what he wanted and didn’t do anything in return.
It dawned on me that he never laid a finger on my dick at all, didn’t do a single thing for me. He only took what he wanted for himself. Even having me fuck him was not what I would have done, not that I didn’t enjoy it. Now I felt unnerved again. He had some ability to make me do things I wouldn’t normally want to do and that left me feeling bad afterwards. I wasn’t safe around him. Certainly I wasn’t safe from myself.