A Woman in Need of Sex

As Raul slipped his long cock into me, I managed to glance over at Gill. She was kneeling near me, staring at me without seeing me, a sheen of perspiration on her face, her hanging breasts flying every time Philippe banged into her from behind. In that brief moment a fleeting thought flashed through my mind; my god, how did I get into this situation, a lightyear from my normal, quiet life.

Some while ago I was home, alone as usual, and the house phone rang as I stared out of the window at the teeming rain. I reached over and picked it up. It was my good friend Gill.

We chatted for a bit, moaning about the weather, and then Gill said that as it was her fortieth birthday soon, she was going to Spain for a break. I knew it was her special birthday coming up and was about to say something like 'have a nice time' when I suddenly realised what she meant. I hesitated a moment not knowing what to say as it is hardly a normal conversation. Readers of the first part of this story will know that Gill had told me that she goes to Spain to meet a man for sex from time to time, not having a husband or boyfriend to satisfy her, and she had introduced me to the arrangement, and despite all my reservations I had had the most fantastic time.

'Oh, err.' I stammered, 'Are you going for... the usual?' I asked.

There was a slight giggle from the other end, either at my slow realisation of what she meant, or my unease about discussing it. 'Very much so.' she replied, 'I haven't been since you went over, and I would very much like to meet this Philippe you told me about, if that's alright with you?'

'I guess so.' I said, 'He is hardly mine, as I am sure he meets up with many women.'

Another giggle from Gill, as she was obviously enjoying making me slightly uncomfortable talking about this.' True,' she said, 'and I guess the same goes for my Raul, but as long as he keeps me satisfied, why should I worry. They are good and clean, so I have no worries and I'm not tied down in a relationship.'

My point of view was a bit different, but Gill was a free spirit and it suited her. As we chatted on, part of my mind drifted back to the incredible night of sex I had spent with Philippe and how he had satisfied me time after time. While I thought about it, re-living the experience in my mind, I became aware that Gill had gone quiet.

'Are you still there?' she asked.

'Yes.' I answered, 'Sorry, I missed what you said.'

'I asked if you would you like to come with me?'

This threw me as I didn't know what she meant. 'But if you are going for your usual, surely you don't want me around?'

'I thought you might like to do the same. You seemed to enjoy it last time!' (which was a gross understatement) 'And as it is my special birthday, I would love to have you with me; and anyway, I don't have to hide anything from you.'

I was stunned, not having any warning or time to think, my mind was in a whirl, torn between the incredible time I had before and yet cold feet about doing it again.

'I'm going to book it up soon, so no time to think.' Gill said. 'Why not come along, and you can always go sightseeing if you don't fancy anything else!'

She had me there, and with no time to think about it I blurted out a 'Yes.'

All that evening and night I wondered what I had agreed to, and was once again nervous about what would happen, but at least I had done it before, and so I knew it would be great. I realised then that we had not discussed any of the arrangements, so next day I called her back, but there was no answer to the house phone or her mobile so I had to leave a message. She called back the following day and I said we needed to sort out the details, but she said that she had arranged everything. The only time both Raul and Philippe were available at the same time was at the end of the month, but as luck would have it, I was tied up on the first day.

'No problem,' said Gill, 'you can come over a day later and still have a few days in the warm.'

The day eventually arrived, and needless to say, I had thought about little else in the interim. I had very mixed feelings about the situation; looking forward to meeting Philippe again, knowing what that would involve, but nervous and apprehensive at the same time.

The flight was on time and landed at Malaga in the glorious sun, and the warmth of the late afternoon, and on exiting the airport I could see Gill waving, as she had a hire car and was picking me up, which saved the expense of a taxi, or the hassle of a coach. She was very chatty on the way and that settled me down a bit, so I started to relax.

We arrived at the hotel, not the one I had stayed at before, but more on the edge of town, with a stretch of private beach. We went to reception where I checked in and then, instead of going up in the lift Gill took me out into the gardens and we walked over to one of the chalets in the grounds where she let us in. It was spacious, with a large lounge area, a small kitchenette, a large bedroom with big twin beds and a generous en-suite bathroom.

There was evidence of her clothes in the bedroom and I looked at Gill slightly surprised, saying 'Is there only one bedroom, or am I somewhere else?'

She told me 'It was all they had available when I booked, and being in the grounds we are less likely to be disturbed, or disturb other people with what we are doing!'

'But, what about.., I mean, when we are...you know..?' I asked.

She just smiled. 'I doubt you'll be taking any notice of anything other than you and Philippe, and what he is doing to you, so I wouldn't worry on that score.'

Still, I was very uncertain, as I had never had sex in front of someone else before, and even though Gill was my best friend I wasn't sure I could do it.

She went on, 'I have arranged for Raul and Philippe to meet us at the seafront café where you met last time. We are meeting lunchtime tomorrow and they are ours for twenty-four hours, so we will have plenty of time to enjoy them. It's my treat to myself as it's my birthday. Now, how about a drink, I'm gasping.'

We walked along the seafront to the café where I had met Philippe last time and sat in the warm evening sun with some glorious local seafood and a bottle of local wine and nattered away as usual, the more so as Gill was in high spirits, helped by the wine, which also covered up for the fact that I was a bit subdued. Long after the sun had set we wandered back to the hotel and got ready for bed.

I was not used to sharing a room with someone else, other than when I had a husband, even with a good friend like Gill. I undressed while she was in the bathroom, getting into my nightie before removing my pants. Gill was totally uninhibited and came prancing out of the bathroom totally starkers and unconcerned with my presence. I tried not to stare but couldn't help but notice she has a good body for someone her age, probably due in part to the time she spent in the gym. She had a curvy, voluptuous figure, probably accentuated by being a slightly shorter than average. Her breasts were big but still quite proud, and she had shaved all the hair from her crotch leaving her crack totally exposed, but it was all closed up and very tidy. I was a year younger than her but I have a couple of pounds on her, although not fat, and my boobs are fuller but not as proud, and I had never shaved off my pubes, and it could get a bit unkempt sometimes.

I went to the bathroom for a wash and when I got back to the bedroom Gill was sitting up in bed reading, her breasts fully exposed, and she was quite unconcerned. I slipped into my bed next to hers and after a while we turned out the lights and went to sleep. I woke in the night and could tell from her breathing she was fast asleep, and I thought what had woken me was the heat. It was still warm and my nightie was a bit too much so I slipped it off and went back to sleep, relishing the apparent coolness of the bedding and the sensuousness of sleeping with nothing on, which I never did.

I woke again in the morning with the light strong through the closed curtains, so I got out of bed and two things happened; I realised I had nothing on, and Gill came out of the bathroom. We stared at each other's naked bodies for a moment, and Gill said 'Hmm, very nice.'

I didn't immediately try to cover myself up as I didn't want to seem prudish, but I was a bit uncomfortable to be in the situation.

Gill was staring at my pubic hair and said 'that's a lovely bush you have. With the fun we are going to have later, would you like to shave it all off -- I would be happy to do it for you if you like.'

I looked at her neat, tidy, crack, so hairless and smooth and didn't like to admit that I had already trimmed mine down to make it tidy! To be honest, as I always kept my hair, I don't really know what my crack looks like if it was shaved, and I didn't think it was the right time to find out, and in any case, I wasn't keen on Gill getting that personal with me 'down there'.

We had breakfast in the main building and we had the morning to ourselves as we were not meeting the men until lunchtime, down on the beach. So we walked along the promenade, checking out the tourist shops and the restaurants which were getting ready for the lunchtime rush. We stopped at a café at the marina for a coffee and a cognac -- I was needing Dutch courage to prepare myself for later - and then we drifted back to the hotel to get changed.

We got into our swimsuits in the room with Gill once again moving about with nothing on, and then slipped robes over the top and carried our towels and bags and a few drinks in a small cool bag down to the beach. We chose a spot a bit to one side where it was less crowded and settled down for some sun. Gill was wearing a bikini that was hardly worth the effort, there was so little of it. Her breasts were in danger of falling out of the top at any moment, and the bottom was so brief it barely covered anything, and it was a good thing she had no hair. In comparison, my one-piece looked a bit over the top, but there was no way I could wear what she was almost wearing.

We were lying back sunning ourselves when a shadow fell over us, and we were greeted by name. I look up to see the familiar dark-skinned figure of Philippe and with him was a tanned white man, shorter than him but quite stockily built, that must be Raul, Gill's man.

We both got up and I kissed Philippe on the cheek, instantly excited to be with him and the sight of his muscular body. Gill was all over Raul with a really deep kiss and her hand unashamedly feeling over his trousers between his legs, feeling his manhood. We made the introductions and Raul kissed me while Gill was all over Philippe, but stopped short of feeling up his crotch. The guys got out of their clothes revealing that they were wearing swimming trunks underneath, both of them wearing the Speedo variety which barely gave enough room for the tackle inside. We lay on the towels with cold drinks and talked for a while, and I could see that Gill was keen to get going, as she and Raul whispered together.

The two of them got up and said they were going for a swim and went down to the water. When they had gone Philippe rolled over so that he was half on top of me, his firm brown body pressing down on me, and he kissed me, deeply this time, and told me how good it was to see me again. By accident or design the bulge in his trunks had landed on my hand and I could feel the firm meat of his penis through the thin material. I looked up at him and the apprehension I had been feeling melted away, replaced by the memories of our last meeting, and an intense desire to have him take me again. I squeezed his penis, and as the craving for his body intensified, I knew that I was getting wet; I wanted him; I needed him.

He said 'The others are probably going to have sex in the water, would you like to find somewhere a bit more private?' The undefined suggestion and my sudden intense desire for sex left me in no doubt. We tied towels around our bodies, gathered our things and went back to our cabin at the hotel, the others would know we had gone off for some privacy.

We got to the cabin and the moment the door closed behind us we discard the towels and I wrapped myself around his strong, black, body, kissing him deeply, my tongue in his mouth exploring, as he responded in kind. He picked me up easily and carried me into the bedroom and sat me on the bed. As I sat on the edge he was standing in front of me, his groin at eye-level, the bulge prominent in front of me. What I wanted to do was rip his trunks off, but I made myself wait. I ran my hand gently over the bulge, feeling along the length of his penis, and the shape of the glans that I knew so well, and under that, the soft roundness of his testicles. Even as I ran my hands over the shape of his cock I felt it growing, straining against the material trying to contain it.

I couldn't wait any longer and pulled his trunks down, and as I did so his big, black cock sprang out, finally out in the open. I stared at the monstrous meat that I remembered so well, at the same time admiring it and yet worrying about his size - he was big, both in length and girth. I was married for many years and my husband had been the only person I had had sex with, and while we enjoyed our sex we were perhaps not overly adventurous. His cock was very nice, but of 'normal' size, and although we made love often enough, I had never had children, so my vagina has never been stretched.

I knew from experience that I could take Philippe, but he would have to take it slowly so I could accustom to his size. He had shaved off all his pubic hair, so his dark skin was smooth all over, and I cupped his testicles that hung down in their sac, big and round, and they slid smoothly as I fondled them, feeling their weight, full of the sperm that I wanted from him.

I ran my hand along the length of his, by now, almost fully grown erection, feeling how hot and heavy it was, the pointy head all dark and shiny and the skin smooth as I ran my thumb over it, and the marks of his circumcision like rings below it. The soft skin on the black shaft moved easily over the hardness underneath as I slid my hand along the increasing length. He was probably a good eight inches long fully erect, with girth to match; a mighty weapon.

As I handled his penis, he peeled my swimsuit off my shoulders and rolled it down my body. I had to let go of his swelling manhood for a moment as he pushed the swimsuit down and then he stepped back, and as I lifted my bum, he pulled it right down my legs and off. I was then naked in front of him, not nervous as I was the first time, but horny, and wet, and wanting him inside me. I was not reserved this time.

'Fuck me.' I told him, 'I want your cock inside me; make me cum.'

He got his bag and took some condoms out, and put a pile of them on the table between the beds, together with some lubricant, and I could see he had a selection of toys in the bag as well, but he left those in the bag on the floor by the bed. I may have needed the lube, given he was so big, but on the other hand I knew that I was very wet as I could feel it leaking from my vagina, and when wet and warmed up I knew I could take him in. I lay back on the bed and he joined me, his big cock really stiff now, sticking right out and throbbing visibly as he leant over me. He bent down and kissed me deeply as I grasped his cock and wanked it. He slid a finger through my bush and I could tell from the way it slid over me I was open, and wet, and ready.

This was no time for foreplay, I was so horny I couldn't supress my need, and I lay back on the bed. I lifted my knees up and spread them wide, exposing everything to him wantonly. This may have been an act of submission, allowing him to take me as he wanted, but it was more about me needing him, giving him my everything, telling him to fuck me, as I was desperate for it.

He knelt between my legs, his black cock rigid, standing vertically, waving as he moved, and it looked huge. He took one of the condoms and unrolled it onto his cock and down the shaft, then pushing his cock down he placed it against my vulva. He slid along my wet and open crack, nudging against my clit, which made me squirm, and then slid it back down to the gaping entrance. He did that a few times, winding me up, getting his cock-head wet and slippery with my juices, and finally he placed it against my open vagina.

He looked me in the eye as I stared up at him, and gently he eased the head of his cock into my cunt, and I could feel myself stretching and spreading as the big head opened me up. Wider and wider I was stretched, and just when I thought it was going to be too much his helmet slipped in and he stopped. I panted slightly with the excitement of having that big thing entering my cunt, but I had taken him in before and I knew I was wet enough.

'Now, slowly, take me.' I told him, and I felt the pressure as he began to push into me. Once again, I felt my vagina being opened hugely, as slowly he pushed his fat, black, cock into me. Further and further he entered me, filling me, stretching me, deeper and deeper until he stopped, as he was in as far as my pussy would take, and yet his cock was not yet all inside me. I gasped with the sensations of being filled so much, and he waited for me to settle.

Then he started to stroke, and OMG, not only was he big, but he went deep, and I wondered how far up inside me he was going. Gently, slowly, he fucked me, and gradually my cunt took more and more of him as my vagina stretched to accommodate him, and eventually he was in all the way, his cock balls-deep in my cunt, and I could feel them slapping against my bum as they swing, his pelvis bumping against mine, crushing against my clit. I was in heaven.

As he fucked me, he put a hand down to rub my clit, but that was too much. I was so wound up that I wasn't going to last long before I orgasmed and I wanted to enjoy being fucked, especially by this black stud with his nighty cock. Partly because I was uncomfortable, and partly because I was so horny I wanted to take control, so I stopped him and he pulled out of me. I told him to lie down on his back which he did, and for a few moments I knelt beside him, admiring his dark-skinned body, so fit, and his mighty erection sticking out so proudly, throbbing gently. His balls were still hanging low and moved slightly with a life of their own as I looked at them, and I wanted their contents.

I climbed on top of him so I was kneeling astride his body. Taking his condom-sheathed erection in my hand I pointed the head at my, now, gaping cunt, and slowly settled down on it. I was used to the size now, and just smiled a huge grin as he filled me, sliding deeply up my tunnel until I was sitting on his balls, and I rested there, so satisfied at having a cock inside me again, especially one as magnificent as Philippe's.

I began to move on him at my own pace, in control, feeling him moving inside me, but at the same time teasing him, sometimes impaling myself fully on him and sometimes lifting myself up so just the tip of his cock was poised at the entrance. and then sliding down over his sensitive helmet. He stroked my breasts and pinched the nipples, which were by then hard and proud, which was unusual for me, but he had me so turned on.

I was so wound up that I could already feel my orgasm beginning inside me, the sensitivity of my clit and the rubbing in my vagina beginning to tell. I so wanted to have an orgasm but at the same time I wanted to fuck longer, so I collapsed forward and lay on his chest, stopping the action for a moment to let the sensation die down. I felt my stiff nipples rub against his muscular skin, and as he could no longer fondle my boobs he slid a finger down my back until he reached my bum crack, and then gently pulled my cheeks apart, further stretching the already over-sensitive parts of my body, and then slowly he pressed a finger against my bum hole, and I was surprised by the ease with which it slipped in, and I clenched tightly, revelling in the novelty of the feeling and the additional stimulation. As he moved his finger in my bum-hole I rode his cock, and he moved his finger in time with my action on his stiff dick. The tingling started again. and the tension increased, so I stopped once more.