French Boy on an Independent Island

I opened my eyes as warm Caribbean sun beatdown on my face. I looked across to see my soft hand pressed against a hard pec, a man I recognised as my new husband, Marc. The memories of the night before rushed back into my mind, the feel of lips that kissed, the sound of ecstatic moans, and the taste of fresh cum filling my mouth.

Marcus opened his eyes, revealing his deep brown eyes peering down at me. A smile drifted across my lips. I felt comfort in this familiar stranger's arms.

We woke up slowly, the sun beatdown on the glistening bronze that covered his muscular form. A stared up at my husband. I placed a soft hand on his hard pec. He embraced my hand with his and led it beneath the sheets till it met with the soft mass that had last night became so well acquainted with my mouth. As my lips met his, I felt his member get harder. Marc's tongue passionately explored every inch of mouth. His rough stubble rubbed against my soft cheeks as his pillowy smothered my mouth. A minute in was holding granite and he began to pant. Just as he was about to let loose, he pulled away.

He got out of bed; his tight bum topping two strong thighs went over to the open bathroom doors. Marcus swiftly turned, his erect member swaying like a metronome, beckoning me into the bathroom. He welcomed me into the shower and placed my hand on his cock. I dropped to my knees, closed my eyes, and felt his hand on the back of my head. A soft head opened my lips and rubbed against my tongue. As water poured down on us as he pumped his cock into my mouth before releasing himself down my throat.

"Good boy," he moaned before leaving the bathroom.

We prepared ourselves for the eventful day ahead. I put on a black polo shirt and khaki shorts from my limited wardrobe, he dressed himself in a pair of jeans and a light blue shirt, rolled up to the elbows, he put on a silver Rolex and took my hand in his, as we stepped out of the door.

Going out in public in the new St Piere was surreal. The bustling marketplace was homogenous. All eyes turned to us, some with disgust, some with curiosity, and others with arousal. Everyone know who I was and what I did. Marcus squeezed my hand tightly as we passed through the town, further, into parts of the market that my parents never brought me to. We stopped before an orange building with chipped walls and he led me inside. I instantly knew what this building was. Across one wall was array of dildos, the other was a wall of fleshlights, portioned by a lower shelf of an assortment of toys. Marcus picked up two dildos, one five inches and a sparkly purple, the other eight inches, thick, and black. He picked up a large bottle of lube, and a metal butt plug adorned with a white fluffy bauble, like the tail of a rabbit.

As we left, we saw a couple enter, a young lady maybe 21 or 22, next to an adonis, a pile of thick muscle, topped by powerful dreadlocks. He towered over her by at least a foot. I'll never forget how she clung to his arm, like he was the last flotation devise of a torrid sea. It would become apparent that I was not the only one to decide to stay on the island.

On the ride home, a wash of nerves flooded over me. Am I really going to let this man enter my hole? Is it even going to fit? What if he doesn't even enjoy me? Sensing my fear, Marcus gripped my hand and led me back into our house.

Inside he set down my new toys and beckoned me into the bedroom. Quickly disrobing, we met again, his plump lips overwhelming mine. Once more his tongue probed into the mouth that had last night invited his cock. Soon I was forced onto the bed. Looking up, I see him producing a bottle of lube, which he coated his fingers in. Once more the nerves returned. How can something that big enter? He raised up my behind onto a pillow, and with my back on the bed, entered me slowly with his index finger. A cocktail of ecstasy blew through my mind as I felt him move around inside me. Slowly a second entered, opening me up further. Strangely, although I felt myself stretching, there was no pain, only a content full feeling. His two fingers remained place in my cavity, until slowly he started rubbing my prostate. I lurched into action, as a puppet on a string, enveloped in my man's love. Tenderly he withdrew his fingers, leaving a gaping agony, before plunging them in once again. He did this again, and again, until his fingers finally felt like part of me.

He withdrew once more, from inside me and from the room. He came back with something purple. The dildo! He firmly coated it up, and prod by prod worked it inside me. His finger must have work as my hole welcomed this new guest with ease. Marcus glided it in & out, each time making me squeal in delight. He had me right where he wanted. A good 10 or 15 minutes passed that way before he forced me into a seated position and enveloped me into his arms once again, his hard cock pushed into my belly.

Finally, once I had become fully accustomed to my purple friend, the eight-inch titan was produced. Marc heard me gulp, he placed his hands on my shoulder and beckoned me onto my side. As I lifted my leg, I felt the plastic poke at my hole. How could a piece of lifeless latex make me feel this way? Slowly, much slower than its five-inch cousin, it went in. Despite my preparation, it was greeted by a sharp pain, Marcus slowed down and inch by inch eased it in. It must have been five minutes before I felt its base on my cheeks and by then I was in a state of ecstasy. I felt full & content. Like a missing part of me had returned. As soon as I had adjusted to it, Marcus cruelly pulled it out before pushing it in again. In, out, in, out. Each time it glided over my prostate causing me to moan in pleasure & grip the sheets. After ten minutes I was once again on my back, staring into his beautiful eyes. I felt something build in my lower stomach, minute by minute it grew until finally it erupted. As distinct rope of cum flew across the room, striking the pillow next to me. Marc let out a belly laugh and pressed his lips against mine. We both got cleaned up and I cooked dinner as he watched the rugby.

After filling his stomach, I thanked him for his patience with me today. I dropped to my knees and took him hard shaft in my hands. Holding it high I planted my face on his left testicle and pulled into my mouth. He let out a moan and as my tongue slid up his penis, I felt his large warm hands on the back of my head. He plunged his long, thick cock into my awaiting mouth allowing my face to bob up and down on it. I returned to his shafted licking it up and down. I never had a hope of getting it all in my mouth, but I was determined that every inch got its pleasure. His slow melodic pants turned to heavy breathing. As soon as he got close, he released his tip from my mouth and planted it near my stuck-out tongue. Ribbons of cum emanated from his mighty cock coating my face and mouth. He insisted that I went to sleep with him still on my face. He wrapped his arms around me & we both entered a deep sleep.

There was only one thought on my mind. Tomorrow must be the big day