I jerked about as he held my cunt tight to his mouth and as the spasms began to die away on the first wave of the orgasm he pushed his fingers inside me and a whole new wave began issuing from inside me.
I could feel his fingers fighting against the grip of my cunt as it locked down on his fingers. Every rib and texture my vagina seemed to mould itself to the two fingers that were tearing my in two as they powered wave after wave of pleasure into me.
As the second orgasm died away and I began to stop moaning with pleasure into my gag. I felt his hand cupping my face and he kissed my cheeks and eyes. His breath smelt of sex and I wanted to spit my gag out so I could kiss him and taste myself on his gorgeous lips.
Instead he turned me over and pushed my face into the lounger. I was now lying flat and with my hands tied behind my back couldn’t move at all. Still naked, still on display, and every time I squeezed my thighs together an aftershock seemed imminent, rippling out in waves from my pussy. God, I wanted another of those orgasms. It was the most powerful pleasure I had every experienced.
Lucky for me, he wasn’t done. He pushed me forward so my face hung off the end of the lounger and he came round in front of me. His cot-ton shirt was unbuttoned and his chinos were straining against the biggest erection I had every seen, even in porn.
He undid his belt and looped it around my neck, pulling it tight so I was forced to look up, then he pulled his zip down and flipped his monster cock out. It looked to wide to fit in my mouth and to deep for me to take anywhere else.
He seemed to disagree though as he pulled the bikini out of my mouth and kneeled in front of the lounger I gasped a few breaths of air be-fore he pushed the head into my mouth pulling the belt a little tighter. The grip on my throat was unbelievably hot. I licked and kissed the head of his cock getting it as slathered with saliva as possible because I knew what was coming.
Sure enough he pushed it in, so deep I had to fight my gag reflex. My whole throat was blocked off, I couldn’t breath, it seemed to be stretching my throat I moaned and felt the vibrations of my voice box run up his flesh to the base of his cock which was almost halfway to my mouth. He pulled out and I snorted a thick like of saliva up breathed in and held it. Just as well I did, this time the stroke plunged deeper his pubes almost tickling my nose and my whole throat opening as wide as possible. It felt like there was just a layer of my skin between the grip of the belt on my neck and the cock pressing out from inside me.
Again he pulled out, I was feeling a little light headed and panted a few more breaths. They croaked in my throat which was sore from being fucked and bound tight enough to nearly close it by the belt.
Again he thrust into me, two three time, each time getting deeper. It felt almost like his cock was pressing on my collar bones. I gasped in, fought the urge to gag and took it again and again.
Tears filled my eyes again, but somehow I was loving it. I wondered if you could have a throat orgasm, it almost seemed possible. Though that might have been the light headedness. He thrust into my mouth a few more times and then he rammed it into me in three long hard strokes. My nose was pressed almost flat by his hip bone, his balls were soaked and pressed against my chin. My cunt was blazing with referred pleasure and his whole body was racked by a powerful shudder. I felt his heart beat hammering in his cock and the quick contractions as he orgasmed down my throat. There was a rush of warmth, and although I could taste nothing he was so deep down my throat the smell of cum filled my nostrils.
He stayed like that so long I nearly passed out from oxygen depriva-tion then he pulled out and we were both gasping like we’d run a marathon together.
His cock squirted a few last drops and strands onto my face and I felt them drip with my sweat, and my watering eyes down my face.
‘Oh, god,’ was all he could say.
The strings on my wrists had come loose in all the kerfuffle and I wriggled free. We lay like that for what seemed like forever, him on the concrete me on the lounger. Until eventually, I smiled at him and said, ‘How about that boat trip?’
He chuckled, ‘Sure thing.’
‘One thing though.’
‘What’s that?’
‘I’ve never been fucked on a boat.’ I winked at him.
‘I’ll go grab the keys,’ he said.
Chapter Three
He fucked over the side of the boat, the roll of the surf adding to the sense of unbalance and sexiness. He held my head under water at one point and I held my breath as he hammered his cock in to me over and over.
At one point we had to duck down below the side of the boat to avoid giving some passing tourists an eyeful of my tits which were beginning to go bright red from the rough handling and a bit of sunburn.
Then he laid me down in at the front of the boat and we fucked gently, the hard wooden boards of the boat warm at my back, his body hot above me. I pressed my hips up in slow grinding strokes as he filled me with the unbelievable length of his cock.
I was so wet for him, so desperately hot for him, I couldn’t bear the brief moments he pulled out of me to change position.
We were interrupted before we could finish, by two fishermen who came round the head of the cove. Luckily they were using their outboard, if they had sailed in, they would have seen him fucking me doggy style with a life preserver to keep from hurting my knees.
They dropped anchor in the same cove as us and tossed some nets overboard.
So we washed the sweat from our bodies by skinny dipping in the cool Mediterranean waters. The fisherman cheered as I slipped out of my bathing suit, and I gave them a wave before diving off the deck and into the water.
We even swam over to their nets to see what they were catching, there were several huge schools of fish out by them. Then we swam back round to the other side of the boat and tried to finish what we started. But it was hard work trying to get each other off while treading water and soon we re-boarded and rested in the sun before calling it a day and heading in without either of us having cum.
Frustrated by the boat trip we decided to drive back rather than have dinner in Sorrento. It started raining as we drove back and, I was still wet and sore but wanted him so much. So as we drove up the narrow cliffside road, I leaned over and gently undid the zip on his trousers. He was hard almost immediately in my hand. We went slowly along the road as I worked his extraordinary piece of meat. There was thick vein that pressed hard against my hand.
I couldn’t resist leaning over and taking that perfectly smooth and swollen purple head in my mouth. As I looked up from the taste sea salt from our swimm I could make out the figures of pedestrians on the side of the road, blurred through the side windows. The rain was thick enough that I couldn’t make out their faces, or tell if they were looking in the windows and could make out my blurred form slowly teasing and sucking Bruce’s huge cock.
Eventually, he pulled over on the side of the road at a viewing point just off the road. We were isolated from the outside world by the water on the windows and the drumming of the rain and lifted me over the gear shift and pulled me onto his lap. I lifted my summer dress up so he could see I hadn’t put any panties on after our swim. Then, without warming me up – not that he needed to, I was wetter that the weather as it rained down on us, he guided me onto his cock.
Just the head at first he pushed it in until I gasped, then pulled out quickly lifting me so I my back was pressed against the roof. I was hunched over in the narrow confines of the sports car, I could see with each stroke how deep he went by the slick wet shine on his cock. Each time he lowered me onto his cock when he lifted me off the shine went further down.
Eventually I couldn’t take his teasing any longer and pulled his hands away from me, humping up and down on his cock at a speed of my own choosing.
I rode him hard, sinking him into me as deep as he would go. He was so huge I felt full up, stretched wide and open to him. He seemed to be stretching me out the other way to. Each time he pressed against my cervix, I seem
ed to be able to take a little more of him until at the bottom of each stroke with all nine inches deep inside of me I could grind my clit against his hips.
The car rocked with our thrusting, I could only imagine what the passing cars could see. They occasionally cast their headlights over us as they rounded the corner.
After a few minutes, and a couple of bumps against the soft top of the care, and I felt the orgasm building in my cunt. As I began to cry out withe pleasure of it the gripping spasms of my orgasm pushed him over the edge and I felt him exploded inside me squirting his cum into me in warm wet bursts that seemed almost to sting with pleasure I was so sensitive.
We sat their together, satisfied and sore, with his cock slowly wilting but more than enough even at half erect.
Eventually I moved back to the passengers seat and I could feel the huge amount of cum he’d poured into me beginning to drip out. I was too limp from my exertions to care, or day anything more than just sit there feeling the warm wetness of his seed ooze out of me.
In fact I was nearly asleep by the time we pulled up at the house and Bruce lifted me up in his strong arms, and carried me through the rain to the house, across the threshold and to his own luxurious double bed where he tucked me in and held me until I drifted, exhausted and happy, into a deep and dreamless sleep.
*
A few days passed like this, we spent all day exploring each other’s bodies in new and exciting ways. I could tell you about my first anal expe-rience, opened wide by his massive penis in a way that left me terrified, ex-posed and thrilled. Or how we fucked in the pool, and in the lemon groves. We went into Sorrento for dinner once and couldn’t get through a single one of the five courses without slipping to the bathroom and fucking like animals.
It was extraordinary, and intense. But in the end it was only a quirk of fate.
You see, eventually the time came for me to head back to university. With great reluctance I packed my things – and a shirt of his which I stole as a memento and wore as pyjamas for the rest of my time at uni.
He threw the sandwiches into the back of my battered old car and leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss. I kissed back harder, like I never wanted to leave – which at the time was true – and before I knew it a half hour and three more orgasms for each of us had come and gone.
After that there was no more delaying.
We said goodbye for the last time, exchanged details just in case one of us should the ourselves ‘in the area’.
He whispered ‘Goodbye, Ruth’ into my ear and I drove off smiling to myself rather sadly.
I didn’t see Bruce again, he visited me parents while he was in Eng-land one week a few months later, I have no idea what he talked to my Dad about.
I and some friends went down to Rome for a fortnight the next year, but something kept me from picking up the phone and suggesting he come out and see me. Maybe it was the age difference, maybe it was because he was my father’s friend, but I felt the time had passed. In the end though I think what it was, was just that we were in a certain place at a certain time, a holiday romance kind of thing. He was a rough and sexy authority figure, and I guess I was young, eager to learn, eager to please.
It was just a one time holiday fuck. But I’ve never, ever been fucked better.
Story 12
“Hello, Sir, can I help you procure some produce?” The young woman asked the man who had been hovering around her fruit stand for the last ten minutes.
“It is you I’d like to procure,” the man said with a sly smile.
Victoria would have balked at such a comment, but his sheepish smile made it hard to take him seriously. Instead, she laughed. He was very handsome and she had seen him around the market before. She liked how he tried to pretend to be a slick character when he really seemed very kind.
Her laugh caught the young man off guard and he didn’t know what to do. He had expected that she would get angry, or perhaps she would have agreed to his offer. But certainly no one had laughed before. Well, he had not in fact ever tried such a forward approach to meeting a woman. He had made it to twenty-four years of age without so much as one real relationship. His family kept him very sheltered.
“I think I’ll only be able to assist you with the produce for today Sir,” Victoria said.
Victoria Wentworth was 19 years old and working in her families produce stand at the northern London market. They had been part of this market for the last five years and Victoria had only recently been allowed to care for the stand alone.
Her mother and father were grateful for the rest, as they had plenty of other work that needed to be done on their land. Her mother and father were the hardest working people that Victoria knew. She would do anything to help them and to help their entire family.
At 5’5” tall, Victoria was pretty average among the women of the town. But her long blond hair and girlish smile made her stand out. She was always happy and kind to others, it was just who she was.
As the young man gathered himself and turned to leave, Victoria grabbed a plum and hurled it at his head. She didn’t know what had come over her, she would never have thought of throwing a piece of fruit at someone’s head. But there was just something about this man that brought out her playful side.
“Ouch!” The young man exclaimed.
“You deserved that and you know it,” Victoria smiled.
“You can at lease tell me your name, after injuring me so.”
Victoria would not have given in so quickly to any other suitor, but this young man caught her attention. His tall, thin frame was very handsome. He stood taller than her father so she thought him to be well over six feet tall. His shaggy brown hair sat just above his ears and had some layers of curls that were trying to sneak out.
“My name is Victoria, perhaps you could come back tomorrow and actually buy some produce,” she smiled at the young man.
For the next several days, Victoria was greeted by the same young man. Always there right at eight o’clock in the morning and he would purchase a single plum each morning.
Victoria learned his name was Robert and he lived near the city, but that was all he would divulge to her. His smile melted Victoria’s heart and every morning she was filled with excitement to get to see him again. The anticipation was wonderful and Victoria had a smile throughout the rest of the day after she would see Robert.
They had small conversations and Victoria hoped he would stay for longer and longer on each day he visited with her.
“Ms. Victoria, would you kindly grant me the pleasure of your company after the market has closed?” Robert asked one sunny afternoon.
“I have to get the produce loaded on my father’s wagon and all the way back home before it spoils.”
She didn’t want to refuse the kind young man, but she knew her father relied on the produce for their living and she couldn’t let her father down. She desperately wanted to spend more time with Robert though.
“What if you have no produce left to return home with?”
Victoria laughed. Even on the busiest of weekends Victoria always had produce left at the end of the day. But she certainly would love to spend time with Robert, if all her produce had sold.
“Well, I suppose if I happened to sell all the produce then it would be reasonable for me to have some time in the afternoon.”
“Would this be a possibility on any day of the week?”
Victoria laughed again. She didn’t see a reason to lie to him, it was obvious that no one would come and buy all of her produce. Victoria liked Robert’s smile and the kind way he looked at her.
“Yes, any day.”
Robert turned and left Victoria without another word. She couldn’t see where he went, but she thought he had not gone far.
Within a few moments a woman came up to Victoria and asked for a bushel of apples. Victoria had not sold that many apples in a very long time. She gave the woman the whole container in exchange for the woman’s money. Victoria helped the woma
n load the apples onto her push cart and then watched the woman walk down through the rest of the market.
A few more minutes passed and a young couple with a child approached her stand.
“We need all the plums you have, we are making a large batch of plum jam,” the woman said to Victoria.
Victoria loaded up their cart with all of the plums she had.
Again and again people approached her cart buying all of the fruit she had. Within the hour, every piece of fruit had been purchased and Victoria had sold more than she could have ever imagined. Her father was going to be so excited.
Then Victoria saw Robert coming down the path. She knew he had something to do with all the fruit being sold, but he was pretending to be clueless. He was looking around and pretending like he didn’t notice that all of her produce was gone.
“What did you do Robert?” She said.
“Why whatever do you mean?”
“All my fruit was just sold.”
“Well isn’t that fantastic! Now we can spend the afternoon together,” Robert reached his hand across the cart for Victoria to grab a hold.
“I know it was you, there is no other way,” Victoria laughed at the look on his face.
Robert pretended to be shocked by Victoria’s accusations.
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