Franca was a Beast!

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Franca was the first real human female animal I fucked. There are no other words to describe her.

Some readers asked about more depth in my stories, like what the girls feel and think and what I feel and do, besides diving and fucking, so here it comes.

Author's note

-My private life –

Well, regarding me, as I moved from Cozumel to Playa del Carmen, my life changed completely overnight.

Cozumel is simply hardcore diving, nothing else. I personally recommend divers with fewer than 50 dives go to Playa instead and, after at least 6 -- 8 dives down there, make day trips to Cozumel. Cenote (cavern) excursions are a whole other level. Do at least 10 local dives before you go on a cenote trip, please.

If 10 dives do sound like a lot, you can always book a 2-tank dive in the morning and be back for lunch and spend the afternoon with your wife. That way, you both get the best possible mix out of Playa del Carmen: You get your daily two dives, and we plough your wife's pussy half the day long. ?

Of course, many men cheat, and the readers here find it normal, but when a wife cheats, men feel like the FBI is visiting them on their doorstep... ? Hilarious. Some stats for these surprised angry boys: Studies show that approximately up to 20% of wives have admitted infidelity, and that is just the official number. Men, up to 23%.

Some people may think I am a shitty pro diver, but e.g., I saved a lot of people at the beach from drowning in Playa ("rip currents"); I saved an Asian female diver from another dive group from a "down-out-current" on a Cozumel dive, reaching her not before a depth of 55 m (180 ft), and mind you, air becomes toxic at 56 m / 187 ft. I was able to, while kicking as hard as possible towards the wall, having grabbed her BCD strongly and inflating both BCDs to the max, somehow get us out of that current, while right away, once we were out of that current, dumping the air again. I brought her to her dive group from another dive centre, went back to my divers, whom I had parked before going after her on a ridge of the wall, and ended the dive.

I still remember her big eyes.

So, in Playa, my life changed completely. From doing at least 100 dives per month as a divemaster, as a diving instructor you dive much less; you do 100 % more pool training and, of course, theory training. Normally, when you get 4 OWD students, you have 4 days to finish with them their course, so that means 1 dive per day instead of 4 a day.

Once you are done working, you get the plan for the next day, and you leave your "office" at like 5 PM, and normally, you grab a bite on your way home. You grab a shower and sit on your terrace with something to drink, and it is still only 7 PM. No kids, small place, easy to keep clean, nothing to do. Some bars offer a (good) movie for 1 USD at 8 PM, but that's it. So, what remains to do?

You guessed it. Nightlife. For me it worked well to sleep from 7 PM till midnight and then go out. The amazing thing is it is party night, every fucking goddamn time. Night. (I normally say "fok" and not "fuck"; it's a thing of mine.) The soft version, I guess.

You show up at the Blue Parrot bar at 1 AM, and the party has started already. Can we pro divers get wasted? Sure, we can...if you want to have higher risks of DCI and not dive for 6 months, plus lose your job. Not me. Coca-Cola works fine. Of course I drank beers too, such as Dos Equis, but "controlled".

Of course you would meet colleagues there, chat with them, and have great evenings with them without caring about anything else. But there was also something else available many nights... Tourist pussy. Tonnes of them. Once those babes had the proper tan, having forgotten the back home stress and sorrows, and were relaxed and fit, a lot of them wanted to play. And play we did.

Another recommendation for my narratives was to tell more about those women I met. Why did they sleep with me? What were their thoughts, hopes, anxieties, and feelings, and what was their life like back home?

Fuck that shit -- they wanted to party, get laid within ten days / two weeks and not answer boring questions.

As I was new down there in the Caribbean, I made the big newbie mistake a couple of times, in the beginning, to take it slow and asked if they would be "here tomorrow?" Never saw them again. Those pussies are on a tight deadline to get fucked; don't waste their time.

Now I can, of course, after spending some time with all those different women, tell you what I think about some of them. A couple of things the married ones had in common were that they never spoke about their husbands, where they lived or what they did, and, of course, many times they had to come up with fake stories in order to meet me. With the married North American women, most of the time I didn't even know if they were from the States or Canada. Anonymity is fine with me. The European chicks would name their country and town, but most of them were single. What the married ones did as well, to keep in touch with me, was create a new email address only they and I knew about. Never by phone.

To summarise some shallow parts of my stories, the only depth these women cared about was my cock length. Did I care about their life back home? What for?

Have a nice day.

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I don't remember how I met Franca exactly. We met somehow. It was in the afternoon; this I remember. She was alone in Playa; that is all I know. I believe she was single, or she simply didn't talk about it. Didn't matter. She did not stay at a resort, but afterwards she always came to my place. I was never in her hotel.

She also explained to me what "fuck-me boots" are. We had a live session. Was it a long or difficult seduction? No. I believe she came with me like within two, perhaps three hours after having met. It went quite fast. We did kiss where we met; I guess it is a way a woman can do a little check on the man. She loved my soft kissing. Plus, she grabbed my ass a couple of times, and my arms, back, etc. checking out the meat. Did she use protection? I never asked. Did I use a condom? She never asked.

But fuck, she was really cute. Great smile, a killer body with great tits, a gorgeous butt, naughty eyes and an even naughtier mind. Her breasts were in between DD and DDD, with an hourglass waist; her butt did not match her larger breast size but was still perfect and strong, with a narrow waist-to-hip ratio, wide hips, and nice muscular development. Green-grey eyes, brown hair with a bit of red in it, teeth as white as you could ever ask for, and some red lipstick – simply very inviting.

I saw her on the beach, close to the Blue Parrot bar, in a bikini which tried pointlessly to keep her breasts from popping out. The best babes simply always hang out there, around the Blue Parrot.

"Hey you," I simply said to her, giving that killer smile of mine. "Why is that body alone?" being as naughty and direct as I could be with a total stranger. She liked that. No bullshit violin music, she told me some time later.

"Perhaps not anymore..." She answered flirting.

"Shall I invite you in a very boring, old-fashioned move to a drink or a cocktail?" I asked.

She laughed. "I will have a local beer. What beer do you prefer here?"

"I drink mostly Dos Equis," and gave her the 4 crossed fingers sign, which is very useful when you must order in loud bars.

"Yeah, get me one, thanks."

I ordered, plus some chips, nachos and other stuff, as finger food. We sat down at one of the green plastic tables, half on the beach and I continued my playful approach "So did you borrow that bikini from your little sister?"

Oh boy, she liked this. So different to all the other approaches she had. One guy even wanted to go to watch a theatrical movie with her. In the Caribbean. Not with Franca.

"Well, maybe soon you can help me with those bikini knots?" She smiled seductively.

Our beers and chips came, some nachos with guacamole and this red-hot sauce I still do not know what it is called.

"It looks to me you live here?" she asked.

"Yes, I do, since a little over 1 year in Playa, and before that, I lived in Cozumel."

"You must be a diver? Having a day off?

"Yes, I am, and yes, I still have a lot of days left, and they prefer not paying them out."

"You meet a lot of women?"

"I could tell you I am a good boy, but you might not believe me?" Me smiling at her.

"If I come to your place, will you be a bad boy then?"

"I for sure will, Franca. Give you the grand tour of my mansion, which has at least a bathroom, kitchen and bedroom with a queen-size bed. The bed is in the living room, by the way... Oh, and a terrace."

She looked at me, thinking, calculating.

"But, to my defence, it is a clean studio."

"But we could get dirty there?" she asked.

"Very."

I took a sip of my beer, leant back, and took a short break. My cock was not used at all to this speed of getting laid and was only half erect. But the bulge was visible. I didn't even plan this move, but Franca took her chance checking me out.

"Is that yours?" She asked, pointing at the bulge which was starting to show in my shorts.

"Soon yours too, if you want."

"I'd like to see it before anything." Franca smiled.

"I cannot show it here, right now, in broad daylight, but why don't you move your chair up next to mine and put your hand inside my shorts? I fully understand that, just when you buy fruits, you want to see if they are ripe..." And I continued, "But this is a very modern supermarket with self-service; you have to undo the buttons yourself..." I teased.

"Self-service is my middle name..." looking hungrily at me, and off her hands went to open the button and the zipper.

"Oh, very nice," she said while touching, grabbing and measuring my half-hard cock, which started to wake up, being caressed by a strange but very soft female hand.

"I think my cock starts to like you?"

"We haven't been properly introduced yet; let me keep doing this and see what happens. Maybe we do like each other?"

My cock was getting much more rigid, and her fingers were able to pull back my foreskin. Of course, by doing this, it twitched and grew bigger.

"The size is, I believe, perfect for me." Franca said as a matter of fact. "Long, but not too much, and I believe I will have some fun with its width. Perhaps hard-working fun, but fun nevertheless..."

"Balls OK too?" I asked, adding, "Big enough to make you happy?"

"Let me check. Oh yes, big. These will certainly do."

"What do they have to do, my dear?"

"Shoot me full of spunk, honey," looking straight at me. No joke. Only wanting. And making it clear what she was expecting.

"Come closer." I whispered, and as she did, I held her face in my hands, kissing her gently, a bit tentative. A soft kiss: my lips brushed hers, softly, delicately, long enough that I could inhale her feminine scent, her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and the taste of her lipstick.

Her tongue dashed out, probing for mine. Hungry. Seeking. Uninhibited. A rough kiss: her lips mashed against mine; she hungrily pushed, her mouth open, tongue pushing past my closed teeth to the moist space within. She worked her mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like fighters, each trying to pin the other.

After a while, we stopped, short of breath.

"My place is by cab 10 minutes from here; let's go." I said, standing up. Oops... Fix those shorts first.

I took her by the hand, not wanting to lose the connection we had. In the cab, we sat in the back, kissing, her warm hands on my legs, caressing and playing with my hard cock through the fabric.

15 minutes later we got out in front of my place. "It's here," I pointed. "On the first floor, come with me this way."

To be continued.