Laetitia Casta Pt. 01

"Oh mon Dieu! Quelle belle grosse queue! Je ne veux pas savoir combien de femmes tu as pu te taper!"

"I prefer too skip that question and take pride in satisfying you tonight."

"Merde! Dans quoi me suis-je mis les pieds? C'est trop intense!"

Time goes by fast and she decides to move to the next chapter. Her moist mouth leaves his hard pole and she swings over him. She feels like a bird of prey but her prey is much larger than anticipated. Will she be able to tame it? Isabelle casts a shadow over the muscular translator. He gets his hands on her hips, ready to lower them, but she bucks. A doubt keeps her from letting him enter her intimacy.

"It's normal to be afraid sidai naleng."

She is so close to him, but she cannot make the next move. He has to make it for her. His large but gentle hand caresses her soft cheek. Then, Gathongo grabs his penis while she locks her eyes to his. His smile reassures Isabelle and he slowly pushes his manhood through her pink lips. The rest is written in the sky and the French manager instinctively lowers her body onto his, forcing the largest penis she has ever encounter. She is pleased with the feeling and has completely forgot about her husband and her marriage. As she lowers her body on his shaft, the wide black head reaches new depths of pleasure. Gathongo is smiling: another one bites the dust. He knows what's going to happen has pussy opens with difficulty. Her sweet skin is getting redder in some place and she feels her rapid hearth beat in her temples. His large girth cock is pushing; she is trying to adjust to it, loosing her balance. Her breathing stops as the long penis finally rests fully in her womb, locked for eternity.

"How do you say : 'Please go slowly'?"

"Amonu shoma aa kiniy. You are not a endito anymore, but I respect your will."

"Merci Gathongo. Ashe."

She raises her white hips, letting his big engine breathe a bit between her thighs. His large penis head is rubbing wonderfully against her unusually expanded vagina. The slow pace is putting a lot of pressure on the African man. He wishes he could simply smash his body to hers, but she is not ready for it. Later tonight, she will be calling his name through the night like all white tourists do. Back in Paris, she will even whisper his name while her husband pounds her doggy style. But right now, Gathongo has to be patient and a caring lover.

After some time, Isabelle gets accustomed to the irritation of her large black intruder. It feels great to rub her ass against his strong body. The young mother gets more confident by the minutes and enjoys it. From a curled and tortured position, she now exhibits her full and ample breasts to her Adonis. Isabelle rides him cowgirl style and he feels the mother's large white assets. Her breasts are almost swinging: she is still shy and makes her hips waves slowly against his black bone. Time passes; the impulses get more powerful and more fluid, like her clam.

The whiteness of her skin contrasts with the chocolate palms holding her hips. Gathongo's instinct is activated when Isabelle's face flushes red in the middle of the night. With his strong arms he is helping her get more reach out of his manhood. He is so powerful she does not need to support herself. There is no more awkwardness between them. The latent fire burning in Isabelle is now a blazing inferno. She is determined to get more and more of this big black cock.

"Putain de merde! Tu es le plus gros mec qui m'est jamais sauté!"

"Nice punda mwanamke!" She is so tight!

"I want to fuck you all night! Baise-moi comme un sauvage"

"I will tombwa you eupe punda!"

"Tape mon joli cul de blanche. Slap my white ass!"

Gathongo does not wait for the magic word "please". He slaps her ass and the sexy white French mom asks for more. He turns her around doggy style. The translator now dominates her. If he had started this way, their night would not have lasted as long: Isabelle is cheating on her husband. Her heart, without the long preliminaries, would have tipped the balance the wrong way. In the dim subdued light, she is gripping to the only important thing: Gathongo's unusual big sex. Her hands try to grab anything to hold on, but the man's house is almost empty around her. The sexy French manager breathes heavily under the assaults; she is held firmly in place by the black man hands and his stake.

His grin is as large as his penis, very large. Gathongo pounds her fiercely and Isabelle's face contorts because of his proud efforts. He grins because the knocks on his door in the middle of the night could only mean this: a lily-white French mother cheating with a strong Kenya translator in a remote village. That or an emergency and one could argue that the female taken tonight has that sense of urgency.

African hands hold her immobile. She feels as if she is the centre of the universe. He holds her magnificent ass with his huge hands, imprinting her skin with bright red marks. Isabelle feels like she is the one and only desirable woman in Africa, maybe in the world. The interpreter hooks the white girl with his masculine shaft so deep that she trembles. She is truly the most blessed single lady awake in the village. She rocks her ass against his abs and he meets her with slaps of love. Her white ass cheeks glow even redder with the torch's light. She uses her little white fingers to rub his large black balls. He quivers from her expert touch, showing even more his gleaming white teeth through his smile.

The intensity of his thrusts drives her face into the bed and compresses her breasts on the clean white sheets. Her body has occasional spasm and the snowy woman has trouble keeping with Gathongo's pace. The strong dark male uses his pelvis at the rhythm of a locomotive. She cannot believe she is doing this! Every time he fills her, her head hits the board. She pushes hard against it to protect herself and get her lover's phalanx right back inside. There is a first time for everything! Tonight, it is a big black bone trashing through her pink slit, overwhelming her senses. What a lion he is! She bites her lips, roars and pulls the sheets off the bed. What a lioness! Then. She releases them as her first orgasm hits her. It fades away too fast for her taste.

The translator has not fully benefited and hence keeps screwing his delicate French gift. Soon enough, her buttocks hit his abs again. She is a treasure of energy ready to unleash over and over. Her rump is hitting on the black stranger's unique shaft, almost splitting her in half. That special feeling is growing in her again.

While doggy style, her elegant pale calves rub against his raven thighs when he drills in her. Curled toes show the intensity of the moment. His assaulting Maasai body, sharp as if chiselled in rock, is doing the hard job now. Gathongo is getting dirty once again for the team. Their bodies meet with force. The sounds of her ass clapping against his muscles and their grunts echo in the hut.

The translator's powerful arms turn the white married woman with grace and ease. Now spooning, his armour-piercing dick entraps her. The girl swings her derriere as close as possible to her hot lover. Gathongo has no trouble concealing his large and pointy bat at the deepest possible point of her moist abyss. At time it irritates Isabelle, the novelty of all this and his repetitive actions make for a great lay. They mix side by side for a long time again. Her skin is partially covered with erotic dew. He surrounds her with his large shoulders and she can feel in her ear his rapid breathing, like hers. She looks like a faire shivering from the black demon-god's desires and powers. The interpreter's hand caresses her large breast. She feels stress-free, finally in peace with her earlier decision.

"C'est une nuit si belle."

"It is an unforgettable night."

"Je devrai garder le secret de ce si gros membre et de tes mains si habiles."

"I will keep your secret to myself. I know you trust me. Mwanamke."

"But it is only one night!"

"One night is better than no night at all."

Without pausing longer, he tells her to meet his hand down between her thighs. He speaks about his African spear, making up some fake traditions and tales about sex in his village. Gathongo's hand presses her fingers against her clitoris, slowly making circles around it. The tall black man keeps thrusting his dick in the white married French manager. White and translucent tears cover his dick, all signs of pleasures from both companions.

"Move your fingers down and tell me what you feel."

"I feel..."

"What do you feel my mungu?"

What she senses against her bare skin is the long and hard penis and a voice possessing her like a hypnotist's.

"Describe it."

"Je sens... ton énorme queue. Your... enormous dick."

"My kubwa uume."

"Yes... your kubwa uume."

"What else Isabelle?"

"I can feel my pussy burn. Les lèvres de ma chatte sont brulantes."

"Your midomo are kuungua."

"My midomo are kuungua and wet from you Gathongo!"

"You speak very well Maa. One last question. How do you feel now?"

Their bodies are glued together but Gathongo moves his ass back, undocking his prick from the French mom. At first, she thinks he is just getting more space to go faster but the translator get most of his shaft out. All is left is his large round head, almost outside.

"Mais que fais-tu?"

"Answer my question! How does it feel?"

"What? To have your dick out for no reason at all? C'est chiant, merde!"

"Really?"

"My pussy is empty! S'il-te-plait, please fill up again!"

While his hands caress and seem to overflow with her large boobs, her inner canal is feeling, all of a sudden, so lonely! He smiles for the thousandth time tonight. This girl is really his.

"Fill it yourself, girl!"

Then, he lays on his back, the French Ms on top of him.

"Oh mon Dieu! I thought you were showing me the door!"

This hell of a night keeps going on. She raises her ass so high, yet his dick is still in her. Ah she hoovers over him, she seems a foot higher than normal, but his hook is still grapple to her thigh pussy. Her face is contorted by the large piece of black meat inside her. She is on her knees and Gathongo's cock is now visible again when she looks down between her thighs. It is a thick baobab, shinning for the girl's passionate juice. Repetitively, she falls back on the translator's broad dick's head; letting him penetrate her sensitive flesh. The hut is an inferno; no priest would allow such vice and the couple does even think about the consequences.

"Baise-moi sans lendemain!"

She pulls her hair back as she rides him aggressively. This French cowgirl has her back arched and her pointy tits swinging. They are so large, and true to the Gods, they defy gravity. They do not fall pitifully. Instead, they wave gracefully even if the black man lunges the petite naked cowgirl. The red points of the breasts are witnesses of the white woman's increasing pleasure. She moans when Gathongo rips through her tight Made In France pussy.

They cast large shadows on the wall. Theses should not exists since red-hot lovers like them exhibit intense radiation directly proportional to their lust. His dick dips from her juices. She is fucking a monster cock. They exist. She believes it firmly. She loves it too. The interpreter finds the French woman tight and bangs her harder. He holds on her hips and forces his huge dick in her. He rams her and gets his rod red hot. She tenses and the second wave of the night knocks her out. Orgasmic joy fills her body for some time and clouds her mind. She lies on his belly, compressing her boob. The Kenyan has a nice sight. Between her ass cheeks, Gathongo's manhood is covered with her white pussy essence. She is not conscious of it yet, but his dick has not softened a bit.

"Taatanji, pii kule enjarwatai, tuchukanye. Mimi nitarenfre furahi! Now, fantastic milky girlfriend, turn around. I am going to make you happy!"

She does not understand until he rolls her over like a doll. She is so light and dreamy that she looks like a doll. Her creamy legs open, her pussy is electrified at the simple thought that Gathongo will use his big black cock inside her until the sun comes up.

Laetitia looses her mind

Since the moment I saw the couple through that little hole in the wall, I was not sure of who was that girl. Gathongo was pounding her doggy style, I could only speculate. But now, she is facing me and there is no doubt that it is Laetitia Casta's pretty face illuminated by the torch. I just could not admit it! My beloved Laetitia is being pierced over and over by a huge black dick. Her enchanting beauty makes me want to fuck her too, but she is in thrall to the Maasai warrior.

In real time now, I see Gathongo's tall lean body looms over her. Laetitia's calves rest on his strong shoulders. Damn! I see the full size of the Maasai's cock and balls. How could I ever compete with such equipment? Even when he gets completely out of her, that massive dick does not bow to gravity; it points firmly to the sky! Pearls of precum drip from the dark head, mixing with the top model's exquisite liquor. I would press my lips and my tongue there to make her cum! I clearly see the glowing red slit between Laetitia's widespread thighs. The translator-warrior's mighty assaults have not widened her tight pussy at all. I wish I had the courage to join them. I could get my white cock sucked. Or even better, fuck Laetitia's ass! The hut is filled with their lust and hotness but I feel empty, cheated.

"Get your legs together. Palahala Laetitia mapenzi ingilia Maasai. Disobey at your risk..."

"Oui mon chéri? What did you say, sweetie?"

"You are my gorgeous asali and the Maasai I am... will enter in you."

"Stop talking and fuck me!" she complains.

He flips her over in Kama sutra position of the bandoleer. Laetitia has her knees wedged between her massive boobs and Gathongo chest. His pushing on her makes her breasts exhibit crazy round curves. His dick's fat head is rubbing against her soaking and burning slit. The top model cannot breathe easily now that the translator's weight is over her. Gathongo is at ease over the soft young woman. Her awaiting bald pussy is crying for his penis. She is so tight and so abandoned to him!

"What ever I say, never stop," pleads Laetitia! "Baise-moi!"

Her brunette hair is a crown on the bed. A few thoughts wrestle through her mind. What has she done with an unknown man, a black one? Can she live with this? Yes! No condom in the middle of the night; is it safe? No! Still, she is so excited. Her bruised pussy boils with expectation. Damp strands of hair stick to her temples. "What is he waiting for?" Her heart races and she decides it is time to restart the engine.

Laetitia's trembling hand reaches the black's hard-on as Gathongo lowers to kiss her salty lips. He twitches when she makes contact with his dick, aligning it with her pussy. He rubs her clitoris, sending sparks over her body. When he feels he is right on the spot, he tells her:

"Vamia Laetitia! I will invade you!"

At once, his body falls on hers. His dick sinks directly into the deepest of Laetitia's pussy. At the speed of a free fall: her only response is a profound "Ah!" of pleasure-pain when Gathongo's body finally meets hers. She gulps again. Her pussy firmly grips his cock as if she were a teenage girl's having her first cock. She loves how the Maasai is wedged inside her, it aches a bit. She knows what to expect, that it only gets better and more enjoyable; she is not a black cock virgin anymore.

"Keep going! Harder! Plus fort!"

"Katika! Nje! Katika! Nje! (In! Out! In! Out!) You are kaza!"

He chants his banging of the French top model for courage and vigour. She twitches under the impacts. She closes her eyes; her jaws tighten, waiting in lust. For now, his voice does not help bear the throbbing in her pussy. Agape, she pushes her legs up to breathe. It does not work but she loves all of it! The huge Maasai keeps pounding her, like a master. And master he is. For the first time in her life, the top model abandons herself to a man, trusting him completely. Laetitia pushes once more, releasing pressure to get a few breaths of warm Kenyan air.

"The more you push, the more I like it!"

The white girl tries to lift him, contracting all her muscles, in vain. Including the muscles of her pussy, constricted by his thrusting dick. Her tight path is stretched to the limit. Named "limit" because a myriad of tingling of love emanate. Laetitia cannot breath as much as she needs; she is loosing her mind while Gathongo tumbles in her without remorse. His large balls hit her ass. They are reservoirs full of potent seeds. The translator is dominating the girl on the old bed. Her face is flushed but she will never surrender. Not until another orgasm! He is working hard to get it done. First, his dark dick's head comes, almost, out of her pussy for a taste of fresh air. Then, he buries it in her sexy flat tummy. The sounds of lust and hard effort resonate in the hut. The body of the interpreter inoculates my favourite top model with African passion.

"You... make... me... hmm... crazy... Fuck!"

"Your uke is so tight! Mapendo!"

The thick penis is dripping from Laetitia's juices. He thrusts in her vigorously; this marathon of sex is not over. She is wild and panting. She screams at him to never stop and to be the last man to ever fuck. She talks so much like all French girls do. He keeps going in and out of her slim and fit body. Each time, her boobs wobble in a fantastic way. When he slams inside the white girl, he shuts her pussy tight. Her thin pussy is explored like never before. For once, the explorer is not a white colon. First step of the exploration: repel the tightening pink lips. Secondly, immerse between her thighs. Finally, send electric shocks all over.

Mister Gathongo Oloro takes his time. He does not know if it will ever happen again: he is making love to a top ten top model. She tries to rub her clitoris with her fingers but her senses are all ready overloaded. Laetitia is jerking around, breathless. The black Maasai reaches her lips with his. He looks like a gargoyle pouncing on a busty white angel.

The bed is cracking from every hit Gathongo makes and that sound is not enough to hide those of pure ecstasy made by Laetitia. She is still compressed in every way by the massive black guy. He is over her and pushing her legs against her compressed chest and pushing that big black cock abysmally deep. Even though he sees her in agony, he knows she is in that place where nothing makes sense and where everything is pure sexual pleasure.

"Aingwaa Gathongo Oloro! And you will remember my name forever!"

"Fuck me!"

"Eroro kekijaa?"

"Fuck me!"

"What's my name?"

"Fuck... me... Gathongo!"

"Why?"

"Because... you have... a big black... cock... Oloro!"

Laetitia screams her orgasms and wants him to fuck her relentlessly. For another time tonight, she feels the big wave coming back. For Maasai men like Oloro, you change sexual position when the girl has an orgasm. While doing the bandoleer, Gathongo holds Laetitia's feet with one of his large hands. She is like all white tourists coming to his village. They look for powerful men like him for a life changing experience. She is grasping his dick with her pussy when he gets it deep enough. He has his signal.

The top model's hand is finally caressing her clit. I can see her chest breathing heavily and with difficulty. Her beautiful breasts are bulging from each side and are amazingly white compared to Gathongo's massaging black hand.

They look at each other and kiss before the last act. Her lips are soft and salty from all the night's action., Gathongo's dick is ripping between her tightly locked thighs through like there is no tomorrow. He torments the pussy I will never fuck. He does it like any men would and should with a top model. His dark skins rubs against hers. He rubs his abs against her clit. She's long done thinking about the pros and cons. Her mind is lost into a swirl of bliss. His body shifts and he gets an extra inch of depth. Laetitia, her pussy already overfilled with his big black cock, has dementia.