I woke early in the morning, five am was bloody early by any standard, Woodrow was in exactly the same position as he had been when I fell asleep, the only difference was that his monster phallus was sleeping now. I could feel it still, resting against my buttocks, there was a heat in the thing that stood out against the background heat that Woodrow’s body naturally generated.

I needed the toilet, as I invariably did when I first woke up. I eased my bottom away from Woodrow and as his right hand fell from my hip his left arm raised up, turning me back towards him. His smile opened up first followed by his eyes and then as he said, “Where are you going?” Another part of his anatomy woke up too, “Toilet, I need the toilet” I replied.

I sat on the toilet, last night I would have happily succumbed to Woodrow’s advances but in the cold light of the day I wasn’t so sure. The door opened, Woodrow padded into the bathroom, still totally naked, he opened his wash bag and took out a blue tube. Woodrow stood studying the tube for a while and then he put it on the vanity unit by the sink, “If I have to be a good boy this morning as well as last night, just you leave the tube lying where it is. If not, you bring it back into the bedroom with you!” Woodrow left me with a dichotomy, all I had to do was leave that little blue tube where it was and he wouldn’t touch me, take it with me and, and, and.

Woodrow was the first black man I had met socially, I wouldn’t say that my parents were racist, they had never met any black people either but they did pass on all of those negative stereotypes that abounded when they were growing up, there weren’t so many stereotypes as I was growing up but those that were, were mostly negative. Woodrow had turned out to be totally against my preconceptions, I wasn’t, for instance, already part of an Arab Sheikhs harem, I had not been sold into slavery, I hadn’t been raped, drugged or beaten. In fact Woodrow had behaved impeccably the previous evening, even when I made it clear that he could, if he had wanted to, fuck me, and he had stood by his promise. There was the other question too; there was one stereotype that Woodrow measured up to exactly, the whole size thing. Could Woodrow even get his monster inside of my body, I actually doubted if he could.

I had finished my toilet, wiped the parts that needed wiping, washed those parts that needed washing and now I was standing there in a quandary, on my left, almost clean knickers and on my right an innocent looking blue tube, the tube was around the size of a toothpaste tube. The tube looked brand new, there weren’t the indentations in the sides that would indicate that Woodrow had used this tube ploy before, but then I would be fooling myself if I thought for one moment that I would be the first married woman that he had charmed into a hotel bedroom.

I returned to the bedroom, still naked with one hand behind my back, that hand carried the blue tube. I jumped quickly into bed while trying to keep the tube hidden from Woodrow but he had seen the flash of blue as I hit the sheets. I felt his manhood grow against my back and then Woodrow reposition himself so that his monster dick was pressing into the fleshy mound of my buttocks. “Would you like me to try with out lubricant first Tracey?” Woodrow asked, I nodded in response; Woodrow put his powerful right hand onto my thigh and positioned my body, as he wanted it with ease. I still had my back to him, still had the blue tube in my hand and now I had a huge phallus pressing between my thighs too. I had, once again eased my thighs apart to allow Woodrow slightly easier access to my cunny. I wasn’t sure if Woodrow was a poor aim, a tease or a pervert but his cock was actually knocking on the wrong door for a few moments, I reached back and used my hand to guide his pleasure stick to the opening that I wanted him to aim for.

Woodrow was kissing my neck, his huge hand covered my breast easily, he was a little rough in his handling of my delicate breast but the whole package that was Woodrow was reasonably gentle. The head of Woodrow’s cock was engaged between my labia, it pressed at the opening to my womanly flower and with each kiss on my neck Woodrow pushed a little harder. His cock-head wasn’t actually entering my body though but it was lifting me higher up the bed all the time.

I wasn’t actually in pain but then Woodrow hadn’t actually managed to enter my body, “Would you like to try it with me on top?” Woodrow asked, I was at the point where I would have endured any amount of pain just to feel that magnificent cock inside me so I nodded. Woodrow was able to move me like a rag-doll or the fully pose-able Barbie-doll; he just positioned me on the bed and climbed between my thighs. I took a deep breath as Woodrow pinned my body to the bed, his spear was at my opening and he was putting every ounce of his weight into the task of gaining admittance to my body.

I began to slide up the bed once again, even with Woodrow’s weight pressing my body deep into the mattress the force of his entry attempt, the huge size of his weapon and the comparatively tiny size of my pussy meant that I acted like the cork being pressured out of the neck of the bottle. Woodrow even tried placing his hands on my shoulders, either side of my neck and tried to force himself in but to no avail. “I’ll have to give in and use the lubricant, that’s if you want me to continue!” I was almost out of my mind with the pent up frustration of it all and he dared to suggest that we could, if I liked, just stop now, ‘No fucking way José’, I wanted, needed, to feel that thing inside of me. I looked down my body, Woodrow had rested his erection along my stomach, it looked so wonderful, just lying there, balls resting on my pubic mound and cock-head well past my navel. Woodrow opened the blue tube and used a point on the top of the cap to pierce the metal seal on top of the tube. This lubricant wasn’t like the stuff my husband used on me it looked more like water than gel, it flowed out of the tube without the need for the tube to be squeezed. I watched as Woodrow used the tip of one finger to ease a little of the slick liquid around the top of the tube and then the tube was inserted into my vagina. Woodrow pushed more than half of the tube into me, I was almost climaxing just from that little attention but then the tube was emptied into me, Woodrow used both hands to ensure that the tube was totally empty and it was thrown across the room. My legs were repositioned, feet flat to the mattress and knees raised, Woodrow was waiting for something, I could see almost as well as he could, there was a thin bead of lubricant oozing it’s way out of my body. Woodrow gave it a few seconds until the lubricant looked like a collar spreading outwards over my labia, then Woodrow placed his huge hands behind my knees and raised them further, lifting them towards my breasts. The new position was designed to reduce the flow of lubricant from my vaginal cavity but the increased pressure caused by my body doubling over caused the pool to spread a little further. Woodrow waited patiently, something was going to happen and it did, the pool suddenly stopped growing and started to recede. “Your cervix is now drinking in the lubricant”, Woodrow informed me and with that he began to move in closer.

My head and shoulders were tilted forward on four pillows and my lower body almost folded double with my knees pressing hard against my breasts. Woodrow’s cock was now pressing against my labia, he rubbed his cock-head around in the residue of the lubricant, he was being extra careful not to allow the lubricant to get on his fingers, my guess, from how slippery his cock-head felt on my labia was that if he got any on his hands I might slip out from his grasp. I felt his cock-head engage, watched in awe as his huge helmet eased my lips wider and wider and then he was there, he eased forward slightly, there was a blinding pain and I watched a half inch of head disappear from view. Woodrow held his new position for a few seconds, “Has the pain stopped yet?” I was panting, something akin to child birth, I actually felt like I was giving birth but in reverse, both events needed the vaginal cannel to expand well beyond the norm, both caused a great deal of pain and both, on completion would feel absolutely wonderful. I nodded my head to indicate that the pain had receded slightly and that I was ready for the next push. Another half an inch disappeared inside, now all that was left outside my body was long black cock-shaft, the pain had increased exponentially and I had to press the palms of my hands against Woodrow’s chest to stop him pushing further into me for a moment while I grew accustomed to the pain. I was panting hard now, my body’s own defence had kicked in and I was entering the first stages of Oxygen Narcosis, my head had become lighter and the pain was drifting away all by its self. I eased the pressure that I was using to stay Woodrow’s progress and he inched in a little further, he was now being guided totally by the pressure of my palms pressing against his chest and the further he entered me the easier it became. There was a sudden spurt of lubricant firing from the point of our union, “I must be at your cervix now”, Woodrow said, up to that point the excess lubricant had been forced into my womb now his cock-head was covering the entrance to my womb and so the fluid had to find another release point and it had found it along the junction between cock-shaft and vaginal sheath. I was disappointed, less than half of Woodrow’s enormous cock was inside of me and he was telling me that he was in as far as he could go.

The pain had now completely abated, I was waiting for Woodrow to begin the actual act, the anticipation was driving me to bursting point. I had stopped panting now due to the pain, the panting that I was doing mow as due to excitement. Woodrow began rocking my pelvis back and forth while he held up a constant pressure of his cock against the bottom of my vaginal sheath. I began a slow climb to my first climax, it was certainly an unusual way to be fucked, Woodrow keeping his body totally still while rocking me back and forth, in a way, using my body to masturbate himself, and, don’t get me wrong, me too.

I was watching the whole thing, it was the first time that I had really been able to watch myself getting fucked, a smaller man would have got in the way even in this ‘open’ position, Woodrow was exactly the right man, fucking me in exactly the right position for me to see everything. My back was beginning to hurt a little from my awkward position but I could see my clitoris, alternately pressed down onto Woodrow’s cock-shaft and then released, as my climax built up I could see the small appendage growing a little deeper red as the blood was pumped into it and it grew a little in size too. “Just rest your palms on my chest again girl”, Woodrow told me, I looked puzzled but moved my hands back on to his chest, I was very comfortable with his size in me now, there was no way that I would be trying to stop his progress now. The tempo of his rocking built up slightly to match my point of climactic scale, slightly faster rocking took me slightly closer to my final release. I was absolutely ready for Woody to push me that little bit harder and finally tip me over the edge and on to my full-blown orgasm. My breathing was increasing in pace and shallowness, so close now to that final moment, that volcanic release, please, Woodrow, please just a little harder.

As I reached my climax there was a sudden pain accompanying the absolute pleasure. I had closed my eyes as my climax finally washed over me but they were catapulted open by the pain, I was glad that Woodrow had told me to push against his chest again because I was able to hold him back slightly. I saw his cock move another inch into my body; I was panicking, if he was as deep in me as he could be before then how come he had just slipped another inch into my body. “Don’t be scared little girl, your inner flower just opened for me that’s all!” Woodrow said, “What the hell do you mean?” “The lubricant has worked its way into your womb making the entrance slippery and when you climaxed your cervical muscle went into spasm and it allowed me to get inside, the pain will subside shortly and then you will get the fuck of your life!” Woodrow had now released the pressure on my legs allowing them to fall back slightly and taking the strain off of my lower back. I eased the pressure on his chest slightly and he pushed forward slightly until I stopped him again. This went on for around twenty minutes, eventually I could feel Woodrow’s balls slapping against my labia and he was inside of me more completely than any person had been in my life. As I waited for the final pain to subside Woodrow moved one of my hands to my stomach, I could actually feel the movement and he tensed and then relaxed his buttock muscles causing his erection to bounce slightly inside my womb.

The relaxation period over, Woodrow began to move a fraction of an inch back and forth, I hit my second orgasm in seconds, then Woodrow increased his pace slightly, he was in no hurry, he wanted to keep my pain to a minimum and my potential pleasure to an absolute maximum. He told me that if he slipped out of my cervix that he wouldn’t try to get back inside again he would simply finish himself off in my vaginal sheath. Woodrow was extremely knowledgeable about my anatomy, more so than I was myself, certainly more than any man I had ever met before. There was now a slow fucking rhythm, his cock was leaving my body by about two inches and then slipping back in until scrotum hit labia, and then the movement was repeated, I was boiling through a third and fourth orgasm. My climaxes were now chained together, one starting before the previous one ended. If I hadn’t been so ‘out of my head’, so sexually driven, I might have wondered exactly what Woodrow was getting out of the time he had invested in getting me ready to take him totally. And then I knew, Woodrow was now building his tempo up, he was talking ‘dirty’, well I should say he was verbally encouraging me on to a higher plateau of sexual fulfilment. My body was being rocked; I shook like a rag-doll on a stick, a human stick, my body and then my world were rocked totally. I began to fall into semi-consciousness and as soon as Woodrow realised that my body had passed beyond feeling he picked up his pace to a frenetic pounding, I was all climaxed out, all I could do now was watch as Woodrow enjoyed himself with my body. Sweat was falling from Woodrow’s magnificent body, falling on my body like rain, there was no longer any gentleness or consideration in his actions. Woodrow was an animal and he was taking his bestial pleasure out on my limp and unresponsive body.

As I drifted into a higher conscious state I took pleasure in watching Woodrow’s face as his body tensed up, his breathing momentarily stopped, his gleaming white teeth clenched hard and he pressed my body deeper into the mattress. Woodrow was finally climaxing, his seed was being placed against the lining of my womb, I knew that if it had been my time I would have been pregnant after this fuck. Woodrow fell against my body, I couldn’t feel his jizz as it boiled from his balls directly into my womb but I could feel the ‘after-shock’ as his volcanic eruption rippled along his cock-shaft. We lay there, locked together as Woodrow’s cock deflated, it reminded me of a dog tied to his bitch until his knot receded enough to allow their uncoupling. It took Woodrow around ten minutes to shrink enough for his cock-head to egress from my cervical canal and pop back into my vagina and then the act was complete, Woodrow eased his body off of mine and he pulled me to my feet with both hands. “Thank you Tracey, that was the best fuck I have had in years”, I giggled, blushed and looked away, it was the first time I had been complimented in quite that way, my mind said, ‘yes, sure, I’ll bet you say that to a different woman every week’. “Trust me Tracey, I have had a few encounters in my time but most women run a mile when they realise what I am trying to do to them, you didn’t and it made it so special for me, I hope that I made it special for you too!”

I looked at the clock, it was nine o’clock already, and I was officially late for work, and I was still god knows how far away from work. Woodrow went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, I needed one badly, I took a few steps and then I got a terrible stomach cramp, fluid was running out of my belly, spunk mixed with super slick lubricant were running from my body as if I was pissing myself. I trod on the discarded tube and picked it up, I checked the printing on the tube, I couldn’t read it, not because of poor printing but because it was printed in a foreign language, at that moment Woodrow emerged from the bathroom, “It’s from Amsterdam, I pick it up when I’m over there on my monthly ‘fun’ trip, it’s crazy but they aren’t allowed to sell it in the UK but they can sell it in newsagents over there.

I walked towards the bathroom, I needed to shower, I stank of sweat and sex, Woodrow stopped me at that point and kissed me on the mouth, I quickly did a rewind in my mind, from the moment I climbed into bed following my toilet at five am Woodrow had only kissed me on my body, he had kissed most of my body but only on my body, I asked him why, “Sex is just sex, anyone can fuck anyone else, it means nothing, less than nothing but a proper kiss, a soul kiss, that means a whole different kind of thing”, he said.

Breakfast had to be skipped unfortunately, as Woodrow signed for the bill the young couple emerged from the lift with their two offspring, the young woman thanked me for my kindness, I stopped her mid sentence and thanked her instead, as I walked to my car I looked back and saw a very confused young woman fighting with a baby and a toddler as she watched my ‘swagger’ to my car, I wasn’t walking, it was more like floating, I was defiantly the cat that got all the cream and to prove it the cream was even then pooling out and into my M&S double cotton gusset.