Cuckold and Sexwife in the beach
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I had been dating this guy for a few months, and we decided to go on vacation together. I had been hoping to take an island vacation for a couple of years, but it was an expense I could not afford. Since he made more money than me, he offered to cover a larger share of the trip. I was very happy, as this island had a lot of nice places to visit.
Well, shortly after we arrived, I realized he was not the ideal vacation partner. For two days his idea of vacation was to get drunk at the hotel bar until it closed, then sleep until noon, then sleep it off further during the afternoon on a lounge chair at the hotel pool, then a quickie before getting ready to go to the bar again. The hotel he picked wasn’t even that nice.
On the third day, I decided I had enough. I showered, and repeatedly nudged him to get up so we could go visit some sights or beaches. But he said no and continued to sleep. I wanted to get out of that room at once. I put on a sundress and a pair of sandals, grabbed my purse, and stormed out of the hotel. Across the street there was a scooter rental; I rented one and left.
I rode for a good hour along the coastal road just to clear my thoughts. This guy was not going to be the life partner I imagined. I rode a bit further, and finally stopped at a roadside shack that sold water and juice. I bought a water bottle and looked at the map. I was close to a large natural park that I had planned as a possible visit. It supposedly had beautiful beaches. I regretted not having the forethought to pack beach essentials. A quick inventory revealed I had my purse, with my wallet, facial towelettes, a small tube of facial sunscreen, my map and my cell phone. And I now had water too, and almost a full tank in the scooter. I decided I would visit the park, since I was almost there, at least to look at the sights, and leave the beach for another day when I had my swimsuit.
I rode a few more miles and took the park exit. The road was unpaved, but overall not too treacherous. Periodically, it came near the water. I got out and looked. The coast was dotted with small inlets with white sand beaches. I had seen a couple of cars parked along the road, but overall the place seemed quite empty. I imagined that it was because it was a weekday during off season. I rode along, periodically stopping and walking to the look at the scenery. I finally found a small, beautiful inlet with a gorgeous, calm beach. There was no one in sight. To avoid attracting attention, I parked my scooter behind a large boulder. I took my bag and walked carefully down the small cliff to the beach, as my thin-soled, strappy sandals were not meant for hiking.
The beach was truly gorgeous. The sand was like coarse sugar, and the water calm and crystalline. There were coral beds a few yards from the water line. I sat on a rock and contemplated the scenery for a long time. I took off my sandals and enjoyed the feel of the sand on my bare feet. The water was warm. I really regretted not having a swimsuit, or at least having put on underwear.
Some time passed. I had not heard or seen a soul. The small inlet I was in was not directly visible from the road. I really wanted to swim and enjoy the sun. Would I dare to skinny dip? I figured I could do a quick dash. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I pulled down the straps of my sundress and slid it off my breasts. I took a real deep breath, took it off, put it in my purse, and ran towards the water so fast that my breasts almost hurt with the bouncing. I dived in as soon as I could and looked behind me. No one.
I stayed submerged to my neck and enjoyed the water. This place was very nice. I felt curious about the coral beds. I decided to swim a bit further and check it out. As I got closer, I was awed. There were beautiful, colorful fish all around. It was such a relaxing, calming sight, that it was well worth the slight sting from the saltwater on my eyes. I spent a good deal of time swimming back and forth between the coral heads.
It was then that I noticed a tiny boat approaching the beach from the sea. A lone man was standing in it, and he waved at me as he passed. He was a native man, wearing only a pair of shorts. The sun shined on his dark black skin. A big white smile was almost all I could see of his face. He was thin and lean, every muscle represented as in an anatomy chart. He beached the boat on the sand and leapt out. He took out what appeared to be fishing gear, as he looked at me and continued to smile.
As I treaded in the water, felt flustered, and mentally debated what to do. Had he noticed I was swimming in the nude? I concluded most likely he had, the water was so clear you could see yards away. I thought about waiting for him to leave. I am a good swimmer, but I had been in the water maybe half an hour and was beginning to feel tired and thirsty.
He spoke, first in creole, then in a somewhat broken English, loud enough for me to hear him. Nice fish, beautiful beach, beautiful day. I politely nodded and said yes, yes, and yes. He asked where I was from and I told him. Natural something. Yes, very nice nature. No, natural something. I nodded again, a bit confused. Finally, he acted out some motions and I understood he was saying “au naturel”, and I understood he had seen me swimming nude. Not a second had passed before he smiled, pulled his shorts down, threw them in the boat, and waded into the water.
He had a shockingly large penis, even from that distance. The thing bounced on his thighs as he waded into the water. He quickly swam to where I was. He continued conversing about the fish in the reef. He would dive and point for me to look. I feigned interest, as but had a very hard time looking at the fish instead of his magnificent body and manhood. I imagined he was eyeing me underwater as well.
I finally told him I was tired and was getting out. I swam towards the shore with him behind. As soon as I was stepping on firm bottom I instinctively cupped my breasts on my arm. I realized it was silly since a moment before he had clearly seen me well in the water, but did it out of custom, I guess. I was conflicted between getting dressed and leaving or drying myself on the sand -as I had wished-, with him there.
I turned around. He appeared genuinely harmless. He was probably in his early 30’s and had a disarming smile. I decided to sit on the sand. He stood and continued to chat. I tried to keep my eyes on his, but it was hard to not peek at the huge member that dangled two feet away. Flaccid, he was bigger and thicker than my boyfriend was in the most raging of his erections. He was uncircumcised, with a long, wrinkly prepuce that completely covered his glans. His ball sack was quite long, no doubt a result of years of struggling to hold the kiwi-sized testicles. A thick mat of pubes crowned it all.
I took a deep breath and decided to relax and catch some sun. I asked if he felt it was OK to remain naked on the beach. He said yes, police never came here. He watched as I uncrossed my arm from atop my breasts and laid my back on the hot sand. I have always been on the chubby side, a bit self-conscious of the size of my chest. I placed my arms by my body to keep them from spilling off my chest.
He lied down by my side, leaning on his arm, and asked me why I was alone. I told him I had fought with my boyfriend. I imagined what he would be thinking if he was here to see me. Ha ha. I took another glance at the fisherman. The veins on his penis appeared to have thickened. I continued to chat with him trying to focus on his face, but it was hard. On my next glance, the penis had changed in shape. I then began to gradually lose track of the conversation as I watched it pulsate, enlarge, and begin to lift into the air. The prepuce unfolded, stretched, and the dark brown glans began to emerge from its slumber. Ten or fifteen seconds later, it stood erect in all its magnificence. I could not help but stare with a floored jaw, and with a combination of surprise and a slight fear. I had never in my life imagined a penis could be this large and thick, comparable in size to my forearm.
He saw my awed face and let out an embarrassed laugh. He said it was impossible to resist my beauty or something like that. I was blushing like a beet at that point and laughing nervously. He told me not to worry. I told him the truth, that I had never seen a penis that big in my entire life. He asked if I wanted to touch it…
It was a split-second decision to be made by the two voices in my head. One said so far, it has been risqué flirtation with a stranger, get up and leave. But another voice said what the hell! Do it!! Luckily, warmer heads prevailed. I let out a large sigh and grabbed it. I could not completely wrap my hand around it. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, feeling the bulging veins. Didier’s hand was already feeling my breast. It was a large, powerful, callused hand. He kissed my other breast and licked my nipple as I worked on his unit. We spent a few minutes lying in the sand, fondling and caressing our bodies.
He then moved my head down. I understood. I licked the huge glans, and needed to open my mouth almost uncomfortably to get it in. I began to move up and down it slowly. Only about a third of it fit in my mouth. I kept both hands running along the shaft and allowed myself to drool to get it properly lubed. I was soaking wet in my vulva by then but knew that this would require everything I could muster. I was amazed that it became even larger in my mouth, the glans now a shiny, hard, purple bell crowning what felt like a thick wood log.
He pushed me on my back and separated my legs. I braced. I felt the hot glans as it parted my lips. He was gentle, thank God, because it barely fit. I looked down to see my pussy lips stretch like never before.
He gradually pushed it in as I whimpered. When he could push in no more, he began to rock back and forth. I watched as the massive shaft plunged into me. With each thrust I could feel my lower abdomen bulge. I could barely contain myself, and, since the place was deserted, allowed myself to loudly moan with in sync with his thrusts. I clawed my hands on the bulging muscles on his back, and he in turn clawed his massive hands on my breasts. He had incredible stamina. His muscles were now glistening with sweat as he vigorously fucked me. As minutes passed, I had at least two quivering, near-passing-out orgasms before he loudly growled and came inside me. It felt like he came a lot. I felt the hot semen spill out from my vagina and trickle down towards my anus. He rested for a few seconds and took it out. More semen gushed out. I looked in disbelief at the amount, what coated his penis was more than my boyfriend ever ejaculated. He squeezed a few more drops out of the now semi-erect penis.
I was going to get up to wash myself out in the water, but he turned me around on my belly. He grabbed my waist and lifted my hips in the air. I readied myself on my knees and ankles for round two from behind. He put the three-fourths erect penis in my vagina and began to pump again. It quickly regained its massive size. He was gentle, but energetic. He used his huge hands to get a strong hold of my butt cheeks, and worked his pumping to a steady, energetic rhythm which sent ripples through my entire body. My large breasts, which had fallen onto the warm sand began to flop back and forth harder and harder until they were nearly slapping my face. I felt that every thrust stretched my vagina to its limits.
Suddenly, he separated my butt cheeks, hawked, and spat on my anus. Before I could say anything, he slid one of his thumbs inside my anus. It felt a bit uncomfortable as there were a few grains of sand on his thumb. However, the intensity of the fucking kept me from paying too much attention. He spat again and tried to slide his other thumb in. I realized then that he was trying to open my anus to fuck me. Although I’ve done anal, the prospect of doing it with a monster sized penis scared me. I asked what he was doing, even though I was certain that his intention was not just to warm his thumbs inside me. He groaned in my ear not to worry. He continued to pump as he kept both thumbs inside my anus. I began to gradually feel its tightness disappear, until it felt relaxed. After another very long fuck in which I came at least twice, he again was about to climax. He grunted loudly and pushed in hard. I felt the hot cum fill me and begin to spill out. He took his penis out and immediately pushed the glans against my anus. Although his thumbs had done a good job of decreasing its resistance, the glans’ diameter was just much larger than that of his thumbs. I grimaced as the pressure mounted on the sphincter and tried my best to relax. Slowly the head made its way inside, until the edge finally slid in with a slight plopping sound. He was not completely hard, but his penis was hard enough to find its way in. However, I began to feel the pressure as he gradually became harder. After about two inches, he was becoming fully erect again, and began to push and thrust deeper, as he spat on his penis and guided it with his hand. He was probably six inches in when I began to feel tears well in my eyes from the pressure. He continued to spit until he was lubed enough to pump me. I felt waves of indescribable sensation as he fucked my anus, going slightly deeper as I relaxed. I could feel the occasional grain of sand on his dick, so tight it was in me. Minutes passed. It felt like it could not go in any further He then put his hand on my lower abdomen, and pushed in. I felt a sudden pang of pressure, but then something incredible happened: he suddenly was able to continue pushing the penis in. He gently continued thrusting and I felt the bulging in the left side of my abdomen. I realized he had managed to push his penis past my rectum into the sigmoid portion of the large intestine. To my amazement, the penis continued to slowly disappear into me. I reckoned he probably had at least ten or eleven inches of his penis inside me. I could now feel his large, pendulous nut sack near my vulva. I could feel my abdomen bulge strangely. He was very gentle in his motions now, and grabbed me hard from my breasts to help thrust the last inch inside me. He continued to grind his large testicles against my swollen vulva, and we moaned with pleasure. He used his finger to massage my clit as he continued grinding his balls on my labia. Few blissful minutes passed, and he ultimately groaned hard and I realized he had again ejaculated, deep inside me. The tremendous pressure I had been feeling in my rectum eased a bit, as his erection subsided. He began to gently pull his penis out. Semen and intestinal mucus oozed freely out of the defeated sphincter, which periodically spasmed softly trying to close.
We lied down for a bit, and then went out into the sea to cleanse ourselves. He carefully washed the elongated, limp penis as he smiled. I felt the rush of saltwater into my vagina and anus, both still quite loose from such a pounding. I finally said I had to leave. He said he was here pretty much every day, maybe we would see each other again. We said goodbye with a smile. I got dressed and rode my motorbike. Man, what a fuck. When I got back I took a different room in the hotel, and told my boyfriend to go fuck himself. The next three days I rode each day to meet with my new vacation lover.
Well, shortly after we arrived, I realized he was not the ideal vacation partner. For two days his idea of vacation was to get drunk at the hotel bar until it closed, then sleep until noon, then sleep it off further during the afternoon on a lounge chair at the hotel pool, then a quickie before getting ready to go to the bar again. The hotel he picked wasn’t even that nice.
On the third day, I decided I had enough. I showered, and repeatedly nudged him to get up so we could go visit some sights or beaches. But he said no and continued to sleep. I wanted to get out of that room at once. I put on a sundress and a pair of sandals, grabbed my purse, and stormed out of the hotel. Across the street there was a scooter rental; I rented one and left.
I rode for a good hour along the coastal road just to clear my thoughts. This guy was not going to be the life partner I imagined. I rode a bit further, and finally stopped at a roadside shack that sold water and juice. I bought a water bottle and looked at the map. I was close to a large natural park that I had planned as a possible visit. It supposedly had beautiful beaches. I regretted not having the forethought to pack beach essentials. A quick inventory revealed I had my purse, with my wallet, facial towelettes, a small tube of facial sunscreen, my map and my cell phone. And I now had water too, and almost a full tank in the scooter. I decided I would visit the park, since I was almost there, at least to look at the sights, and leave the beach for another day when I had my swimsuit.
I rode a few more miles and took the park exit. The road was unpaved, but overall not too treacherous. Periodically, it came near the water. I got out and looked. The coast was dotted with small inlets with white sand beaches. I had seen a couple of cars parked along the road, but overall the place seemed quite empty. I imagined that it was because it was a weekday during off season. I rode along, periodically stopping and walking to the look at the scenery. I finally found a small, beautiful inlet with a gorgeous, calm beach. There was no one in sight. To avoid attracting attention, I parked my scooter behind a large boulder. I took my bag and walked carefully down the small cliff to the beach, as my thin-soled, strappy sandals were not meant for hiking.
The beach was truly gorgeous. The sand was like coarse sugar, and the water calm and crystalline. There were coral beds a few yards from the water line. I sat on a rock and contemplated the scenery for a long time. I took off my sandals and enjoyed the feel of the sand on my bare feet. The water was warm. I really regretted not having a swimsuit, or at least having put on underwear.
Some time passed. I had not heard or seen a soul. The small inlet I was in was not directly visible from the road. I really wanted to swim and enjoy the sun. Would I dare to skinny dip? I figured I could do a quick dash. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I pulled down the straps of my sundress and slid it off my breasts. I took a real deep breath, took it off, put it in my purse, and ran towards the water so fast that my breasts almost hurt with the bouncing. I dived in as soon as I could and looked behind me. No one.
I stayed submerged to my neck and enjoyed the water. This place was very nice. I felt curious about the coral beds. I decided to swim a bit further and check it out. As I got closer, I was awed. There were beautiful, colorful fish all around. It was such a relaxing, calming sight, that it was well worth the slight sting from the saltwater on my eyes. I spent a good deal of time swimming back and forth between the coral heads.
It was then that I noticed a tiny boat approaching the beach from the sea. A lone man was standing in it, and he waved at me as he passed. He was a native man, wearing only a pair of shorts. The sun shined on his dark black skin. A big white smile was almost all I could see of his face. He was thin and lean, every muscle represented as in an anatomy chart. He beached the boat on the sand and leapt out. He took out what appeared to be fishing gear, as he looked at me and continued to smile.
As I treaded in the water, felt flustered, and mentally debated what to do. Had he noticed I was swimming in the nude? I concluded most likely he had, the water was so clear you could see yards away. I thought about waiting for him to leave. I am a good swimmer, but I had been in the water maybe half an hour and was beginning to feel tired and thirsty.
He spoke, first in creole, then in a somewhat broken English, loud enough for me to hear him. Nice fish, beautiful beach, beautiful day. I politely nodded and said yes, yes, and yes. He asked where I was from and I told him. Natural something. Yes, very nice nature. No, natural something. I nodded again, a bit confused. Finally, he acted out some motions and I understood he was saying “au naturel”, and I understood he had seen me swimming nude. Not a second had passed before he smiled, pulled his shorts down, threw them in the boat, and waded into the water.
He had a shockingly large penis, even from that distance. The thing bounced on his thighs as he waded into the water. He quickly swam to where I was. He continued conversing about the fish in the reef. He would dive and point for me to look. I feigned interest, as but had a very hard time looking at the fish instead of his magnificent body and manhood. I imagined he was eyeing me underwater as well.
I finally told him I was tired and was getting out. I swam towards the shore with him behind. As soon as I was stepping on firm bottom I instinctively cupped my breasts on my arm. I realized it was silly since a moment before he had clearly seen me well in the water, but did it out of custom, I guess. I was conflicted between getting dressed and leaving or drying myself on the sand -as I had wished-, with him there.
I turned around. He appeared genuinely harmless. He was probably in his early 30’s and had a disarming smile. I decided to sit on the sand. He stood and continued to chat. I tried to keep my eyes on his, but it was hard to not peek at the huge member that dangled two feet away. Flaccid, he was bigger and thicker than my boyfriend was in the most raging of his erections. He was uncircumcised, with a long, wrinkly prepuce that completely covered his glans. His ball sack was quite long, no doubt a result of years of struggling to hold the kiwi-sized testicles. A thick mat of pubes crowned it all.
I took a deep breath and decided to relax and catch some sun. I asked if he felt it was OK to remain naked on the beach. He said yes, police never came here. He watched as I uncrossed my arm from atop my breasts and laid my back on the hot sand. I have always been on the chubby side, a bit self-conscious of the size of my chest. I placed my arms by my body to keep them from spilling off my chest.
He lied down by my side, leaning on his arm, and asked me why I was alone. I told him I had fought with my boyfriend. I imagined what he would be thinking if he was here to see me. Ha ha. I took another glance at the fisherman. The veins on his penis appeared to have thickened. I continued to chat with him trying to focus on his face, but it was hard. On my next glance, the penis had changed in shape. I then began to gradually lose track of the conversation as I watched it pulsate, enlarge, and begin to lift into the air. The prepuce unfolded, stretched, and the dark brown glans began to emerge from its slumber. Ten or fifteen seconds later, it stood erect in all its magnificence. I could not help but stare with a floored jaw, and with a combination of surprise and a slight fear. I had never in my life imagined a penis could be this large and thick, comparable in size to my forearm.
He saw my awed face and let out an embarrassed laugh. He said it was impossible to resist my beauty or something like that. I was blushing like a beet at that point and laughing nervously. He told me not to worry. I told him the truth, that I had never seen a penis that big in my entire life. He asked if I wanted to touch it…
It was a split-second decision to be made by the two voices in my head. One said so far, it has been risqué flirtation with a stranger, get up and leave. But another voice said what the hell! Do it!! Luckily, warmer heads prevailed. I let out a large sigh and grabbed it. I could not completely wrap my hand around it. I ran my hand up and down the shaft, feeling the bulging veins. Didier’s hand was already feeling my breast. It was a large, powerful, callused hand. He kissed my other breast and licked my nipple as I worked on his unit. We spent a few minutes lying in the sand, fondling and caressing our bodies.
He then moved my head down. I understood. I licked the huge glans, and needed to open my mouth almost uncomfortably to get it in. I began to move up and down it slowly. Only about a third of it fit in my mouth. I kept both hands running along the shaft and allowed myself to drool to get it properly lubed. I was soaking wet in my vulva by then but knew that this would require everything I could muster. I was amazed that it became even larger in my mouth, the glans now a shiny, hard, purple bell crowning what felt like a thick wood log.
He pushed me on my back and separated my legs. I braced. I felt the hot glans as it parted my lips. He was gentle, thank God, because it barely fit. I looked down to see my pussy lips stretch like never before.
He gradually pushed it in as I whimpered. When he could push in no more, he began to rock back and forth. I watched as the massive shaft plunged into me. With each thrust I could feel my lower abdomen bulge. I could barely contain myself, and, since the place was deserted, allowed myself to loudly moan with in sync with his thrusts. I clawed my hands on the bulging muscles on his back, and he in turn clawed his massive hands on my breasts. He had incredible stamina. His muscles were now glistening with sweat as he vigorously fucked me. As minutes passed, I had at least two quivering, near-passing-out orgasms before he loudly growled and came inside me. It felt like he came a lot. I felt the hot semen spill out from my vagina and trickle down towards my anus. He rested for a few seconds and took it out. More semen gushed out. I looked in disbelief at the amount, what coated his penis was more than my boyfriend ever ejaculated. He squeezed a few more drops out of the now semi-erect penis.
I was going to get up to wash myself out in the water, but he turned me around on my belly. He grabbed my waist and lifted my hips in the air. I readied myself on my knees and ankles for round two from behind. He put the three-fourths erect penis in my vagina and began to pump again. It quickly regained its massive size. He was gentle, but energetic. He used his huge hands to get a strong hold of my butt cheeks, and worked his pumping to a steady, energetic rhythm which sent ripples through my entire body. My large breasts, which had fallen onto the warm sand began to flop back and forth harder and harder until they were nearly slapping my face. I felt that every thrust stretched my vagina to its limits.
Suddenly, he separated my butt cheeks, hawked, and spat on my anus. Before I could say anything, he slid one of his thumbs inside my anus. It felt a bit uncomfortable as there were a few grains of sand on his thumb. However, the intensity of the fucking kept me from paying too much attention. He spat again and tried to slide his other thumb in. I realized then that he was trying to open my anus to fuck me. Although I’ve done anal, the prospect of doing it with a monster sized penis scared me. I asked what he was doing, even though I was certain that his intention was not just to warm his thumbs inside me. He groaned in my ear not to worry. He continued to pump as he kept both thumbs inside my anus. I began to gradually feel its tightness disappear, until it felt relaxed. After another very long fuck in which I came at least twice, he again was about to climax. He grunted loudly and pushed in hard. I felt the hot cum fill me and begin to spill out. He took his penis out and immediately pushed the glans against my anus. Although his thumbs had done a good job of decreasing its resistance, the glans’ diameter was just much larger than that of his thumbs. I grimaced as the pressure mounted on the sphincter and tried my best to relax. Slowly the head made its way inside, until the edge finally slid in with a slight plopping sound. He was not completely hard, but his penis was hard enough to find its way in. However, I began to feel the pressure as he gradually became harder. After about two inches, he was becoming fully erect again, and began to push and thrust deeper, as he spat on his penis and guided it with his hand. He was probably six inches in when I began to feel tears well in my eyes from the pressure. He continued to spit until he was lubed enough to pump me. I felt waves of indescribable sensation as he fucked my anus, going slightly deeper as I relaxed. I could feel the occasional grain of sand on his dick, so tight it was in me. Minutes passed. It felt like it could not go in any further He then put his hand on my lower abdomen, and pushed in. I felt a sudden pang of pressure, but then something incredible happened: he suddenly was able to continue pushing the penis in. He gently continued thrusting and I felt the bulging in the left side of my abdomen. I realized he had managed to push his penis past my rectum into the sigmoid portion of the large intestine. To my amazement, the penis continued to slowly disappear into me. I reckoned he probably had at least ten or eleven inches of his penis inside me. I could now feel his large, pendulous nut sack near my vulva. I could feel my abdomen bulge strangely. He was very gentle in his motions now, and grabbed me hard from my breasts to help thrust the last inch inside me. He continued to grind his large testicles against my swollen vulva, and we moaned with pleasure. He used his finger to massage my clit as he continued grinding his balls on my labia. Few blissful minutes passed, and he ultimately groaned hard and I realized he had again ejaculated, deep inside me. The tremendous pressure I had been feeling in my rectum eased a bit, as his erection subsided. He began to gently pull his penis out. Semen and intestinal mucus oozed freely out of the defeated sphincter, which periodically spasmed softly trying to close.
We lied down for a bit, and then went out into the sea to cleanse ourselves. He carefully washed the elongated, limp penis as he smiled. I felt the rush of saltwater into my vagina and anus, both still quite loose from such a pounding. I finally said I had to leave. He said he was here pretty much every day, maybe we would see each other again. We said goodbye with a smile. I got dressed and rode my motorbike. Man, what a fuck. When I got back I took a different room in the hotel, and told my boyfriend to go fuck himself. The next three days I rode each day to meet with my new vacation lover.
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