After two days of driving improbably narrow streets through a string of quaint villages, down steep winding roads to tiny beaches (and after 36 hours of air travel immediately preceding that), we decided Wednesday was to be a day of rest and relaxation, staying at the villa, lounging by the pool, and walking to the local beach and tavernas.

By 11:00, we were both outside lying by the pool, completely naked. S was basking in the sun on an overstuffed, red lounge cushion, a distant cousin of a bean bag chair, only with a bit more structure and shape to it and I was reclined on a more traditional lounge chair, hiding in the shaded safety of a patio umbrella. As I eyed S’s figure appreciatively, I began to consider her chair/bag as a potential piece of furniture for fucking, and decided to find out. Within minutes, S stood and wandered into the villa for a slice of apple and cheese, and came back outside. As she passed by my chair, I gestured her over and told her to step astride my lounge chair. It was a far reach for her legs, but she managed, assuming I wanted her over my hips. I pulled her forwards and brought her groin near my face. She got the idea and stepped even closer, until her pussy was on my face. I inhaled deeply, drunk on her musky odor, and I lapped her labia from bottom to top, and then gently sucked her clit hood into my mouth and held it there while I petted it with my tongue. She purred appreciatively and in seconds I pulled her just a bit farther forward and pushed my tongue as far as it would reach into her pussy. At that, she settled deeper, trying to squirm deeper onto my tongue and I sucked deep. I spent some time alternating between tonguing inside her cunt and suckling at her clit, enjoying the taste of her juices and her whimpering mews of pleasure. Before long, my cock was fully erect and ready for some attention, and I gently tapped on one side of her hip and she stopped off my face and stood beside me with a look of eager anticipation.

I took her hand and led her to the back of the red lounge cushion, and pushed her to lie over the back of the soft triangular back rest of the cushion. Standing in full sunlight, watching the light flicker on the surface of the pool, I stepped forward and guided my cock between her lips and plunged deep on the very first stroke, knowing full well her cunt was already quite wet. She gasped appreciatively and I settled into a steady rhythm. The position was not entirely ideal, so there was nothing terribly fancy about the fucking; I pushed hard and fast, long strokes that ran from the head of my cock to balls deep. In a rush, I felt S’s cunt get noticeably slicker and then she muffled a scream in the cushion. By this time, she had sagged down into the cushion far enough that I couldn’t really squat low enough behind her to continue fucking. I pulled out, and led S to the other side of the cushion. She dropped to her knees on the long flat portion of the lounger and draped herself over the back cushion, and I knelt between her knees and again pushed my fat cock head between her lips to fuck her from behind. This position was a little more suitable, and I fucked her hard and fast, no grace, no finesse, just pure animal pleasure. The sun warmed my back as S gasped in pleasure, and when I felt like she had reached a few robust orgasms, I sank deep into her and came with a satisfied and prolonged groan. As I pulled out, a string of pearly cum dropped into the red fabric.

An hour later, we were both back in our respective positions, her on the (wiped clean) red lounge cushion, me on a firm, padded deck chair. One of the indulgences of vacation is forgoing any kind of deodorant, and my armpits had developed a not-unpleasant musk. The next time S walked past me on some small trip from indoors, I bid her to stop and I brushed my fingers against her pussy lips, which were still slightly engorged from our previous fucking. She smiled lazily and opened her stance slightly, and I petted her lips until they were slick from her own juices and my remaining cum. I pulled my hand away and told her to bend towards me. As her head neared, I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face into my armpit. She inhaled deeply, moaned, and pushed her face in close, rubbing my musk against her with abandon. She opened her mouth and sucked my armpit like it was a cunt, rubbing her tongue back and forth. When she pulled back and looked at me with a dazed expression, I gestured towards my swelling cock. “Do you want to suck this here, or would you prefer to move inside?” Without saying a word, S settled her knees to the ground beside my chair and inhaled my cock into her mouth. In seconds, she pulled the swelling head of my cock past the back of her mouth and into her throat and started massaging my shaft with her tongue, a technique virtually guaranteed to bring me to a glorious erection. S enjoyed several more deep strokes, holding the head of my cock deep enough that it blocked her from breathing altogether, before I pushed her away, and offered her a hand up. I stood and told her to place her palms on an adjacent lounge chair. I stepped close behind her and again slipped into her from behind, one of her favorite positions. I firmly grabbed her hips, curling my fingers and hooking them roughly into her iliac crest, and started thrusting with abandon. She groaned appreciatively and I fucked hard and fast, my balls swinging freely and slapping against her clit with each forward thrust. She reached several loud orgasms, and her legs began to tremble and buckle. I stepped backwards, pulling free of her clutching cunt and helped her upright. “Let’s finish this inside.” We walked hand in hand into the cool shade of the villa and into the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and patted the sheets in the middle of the bed. S laid on her back and opened her thighs to me and I knelt between them. Like that, I was buried inside her again, with no thought in mind but galloping to my own selfish orgasm. S wrapped her arms around me and held tight while I drove her to several more climaxes before trumpeting my own release deep inside her. I pulled back and fell over limply on the bed beside her. In seconds she pressed back against me in a close spooning position, I wrapped her in my arms, and we were fast asleep for a nap of an hour or more.

Note: I have most always enjoyed fucking outdoors, and today was no exception. Even with ample privacy, there is the feeling of exhibitionistic display, the sunlight beating on your bodies, the sound of birds and the hum of cicadas, the frisson of a cooling wind across your sweating back. If you have the opportunity, I highly recommend it.

We finally fell into bed around 11. After some brief snuggling, S started rubbing her face against my chest, brushing through my chest hair. She gradually moved lower, rubbing against my belly, then lower still. When she moved between my legs, I assumed she was going to suck my cock. Instead, she surprised me by dipping her head lower and painting the underside of my balls with her tongue. I love being stroked and played with there, as S well knows, and I did everything I could to position myself for as much as she wanted to do. In very little time I had my legs in the air and my hips rolled up as she licked, kissed and sucked. She continued to explore lower and was soon probing my asshole with the point of her tongue. “If you want to do much more of that, I should roll over on all fours.” “Mmm, yes, please.” She pulled back just enough, and I rolled over and pulled my knees under me. She placed one hand on each ass cheek and plunged her tongue at my asshole, over and over. I don’t think I’ve ever been so erect in all my life. She had played on the edge of this and teased around it before, but this was the first time she enthusiastically dove it and probed right on my asshole. She pulled back very briefly to dump some lube in her hand, then reached between my spread thighs and wrapped her hand around my cock while she resumed tonguing my asshole. I thought I was going to go out of my mind. At one point she used a much flatter lapping gesture to lick lower, between my dangling ballsack and my ass, and I asked her to use that same stroke directly on my asshole, flat lapping strokes instead of the pointed probing tongue she had been using. She complied and I started squirming all over again with renewed vigor. I couldn’t tell you how long this went on, my head was spinning and I was gasping, moaning, and swearing. Finally she pulled her face back and asked, “Will you fuck me now?” “I’ll do anything you want me to! What position? Just name it.” She rolled onto her back and squirmed between my spread thighs and wiggled her way up until she was under me. She reached her hand down and guided my cock into her unbelievably wet cunt, then wrapped her arms around my back and sank her teeth into my chest. I was already far beyond aroused, and when she said, “Fuck me hard, hard, please!” I did not hesitate. I pounded fast and rough, and every few strokes I picked my hips up sharply and slammed back down into her with the weight of my body. As she reached a particularly enthusiastic orgasm, I buried my cock deep inside her and made small jerking motions with my hips, rubbing my fat cock head against her g-spot and dragging out her orgasm for several long seconds as she moaned and cried. With that kind of aggressive pace, my own orgasm was not far away and I dropped into her one last time and groaned with released as I pulsed and surged inside her. When my own convulsions subsided and she purred appreciatively, I rolled off her and collapsed on the bed, exhausted and drained. I cannot imagine -ever- getting tired of fucking this girl!

At around 5 in the morning, I stirred as S returned to the bed from the bathroom, As she slipped under the sheet, I pulled her in close to me and spooned against her tightly, my arms wrapped around her. My intention was simply to drift off to sleep, really it was. I kissed her shoulder once… then again… and I’m not sure what happened but the next thing I know I was biting her shoulder. And then biting the nape of her neck. And then realized I was fully erect and grinding my cock against her ass. I reached to the bedside table for a generous dose of lube, coated my cock, and slipped into S’s pussy from behind. It started as a slow, sleepy, morning fuck, nothing too dramatic. Enjoying the feel of her incredibly tight pussy, long leisurely strokes of my cock in and out, pausing occasionally with my cock buried deep inside her just so we could both feel the pulse and throb of my erection. Then I found myself mixing in an occasional harder, faster, slamming stroke. And then some more. And then I sank my fingers hard into her hip bone and rutted hard and fast for a flurry of strokes. Obviously this was escalating beyond a lazy morning fuck.

I pulled back and told her to roll onto her belly. She complied and laid flat, legs pressed together, face down. S has been the first girlfriend I’ve had since my teen years with an ass small enough for this position, and I enjoy it hugely. Her pelvis rolls forward slightly, her ass points back slightly, and her cunt peeks out from between her cheeks, ripe and ready for the plucking. I straddled her hips and again sank into her pussy from behind. Because of the position, each thrust I made dragged the head of my cock against her g-spot, and she shuddered below me and groaned her release into a pillow. After a flurry of strokes and considerable moaning, I put the palms of both hands flat on her shoulder blades, leaning my body weight against her and thoroughly pinning her in place. With my arms holding much more of my body weight, I could thrust hard and fast, slamming into her repeatedly until she cried out long and low, with an animalistic groan.

I pulled out again, slid off her hips, and ordered her to roll on her backside. She obeyed and I fell between her legs and quickly speared into her again. This last position was all about getting off, with no finesse or subtlety whatsoever. I fucked hard, deep, and fast until my balls tightened and I fired my own glorious release into her. Panting, I fell to the bed beside her as we both tried to catch our breath.

Note 1: At home, our usual lube is a small tub of coconut oil, frequently replenished. I avoid carrying that with me when I travel, as coconut oil can leak out of damn near anything when it is fully liquid. Thus far, we haven’t found coconut oil in the tiny little village markets we’ve been shopping, and so… we bought a small bottle of olive oil. When in Greece… 🙂

Note 2: S pointed out to me that I’ve been neglecting to document one of our post-coital rituals. After we catch our breath and it’s clear that the sex is well and truly done, at least for a while, S climbs out of bed, heads to the bathroom, and shortly returns with a steaming warm, almost hot washcloth. She wraps it around my still-semi-firm cock for a few seconds, then careful wipes it down from the base to the head, taking great care and with considerable thoroughness. Satisfied with her job, she removes the cloth and gives the head of my cock a loving kiss right on top. I am indulged beyond all reason.