If it has felt like an awful lot of the recent sex has leaned heavily on adjectives like “hard” and “fast”… yeah, me too. Which isn’t bad exactly, but… variety is the spice of life. We were due for a change.

Mid-morning found us lying on white sheets, in a white room, looking past billowing white linen curtains, past a Venetian balcony to the turquoise Ionian sea. We were rested, relaxed, and in high spirits. I laid back in the center of the bed, hands folded behind my head, enjoying the slight breeze blowing in from the balcony. S knelt on all fours and brought her mouth to mine for several long, lingering kisses. She moved to my neck where she nuzzled, kissed, and sucked gently. She brushed her face back and forth across my chest, dragging through my chest hair, quite like a cat marking her territory with the scent glands of her cheeks. She kissed her way down my belly, slowly, patiently, before finally reaching my cock. She thoroughly covered the head of my cock with kisses, then used her tongue to draw long lines from the base of my cock to its crown, slowly wetting my entire shaft. Finally, at long last, she took my cock into her mouth and eased down until her lips encircled the base. She has the most challenges swallowing my entire length when she is in that position, facing me, but I swear she is getting better at it with every day. After a little pushing and adjusting of angle, my swollen cock head finally eased into her throat and I could feel her little hum of satisfaction once she had it lodged there. Once there, she did not let it free, but just bobbed very slightly, seeing if there was even a little more depth she could achieve. She hovered like this for a seeming eternity, until she finally had to release me so she could breath again, and while she drew in fresh air she started brushing her face against my tight testicles, and finally lapping freely at my ball sack. She alternated back and forth, sucking my cock deeply and enthusiastically until she was choking for air, then breathing while she licked and nuzzled and my balls and the sensitive patch of skin below them.

After a little lapping there, she moved lower still and began licking around the rim of my asshole. When it became apparent that she was enthusiastic about continuing, we shifted positions; I rolled onto all fours, straddling a couple of pillows and raised my ass into the air. S knelt behind me and began rimming my asshole with abandon. When I’m in the right mood, getting rimmed can drive me right out of my mind, and this was one of those times. My head swam in a haze of lust and stimulation, and so you’ll forgive me if I’m a little unclear on the details. I remember she lubed one hand and massaged my cock back and forth while she drilled my asshole with her tongue. I vaguely recall babbling incoherently; I’m sure I called her my “dirty slut” and “filthy, dirty little girl” more than a couple of times. My cock throbbed in her hand, pulsing harder and bigger than usual. I can’t even tell you with any confidence how long it lasted, but I can say I loved every second.

After a while, S was ready for a change of position. At first she thought she might slide her head under my hips so I could fuck her throat from on top, but she soon abandoned that. Instead I laid on my back, she moved her knees much closer to my head to face my feet, and returned to sucking my cock. This is the position that is easiest for her to get the full depth of my cock in her, and she didn’t hesitate to take full advantage of it, swallowing me to the very root. Sometimes I wonder how much more she could take in, but I’ll never know from direct experience, because in this pose she takes everything I can give her and then some. I decided to raise the stakes in one of the only ways I knew how. I asked her to let me reposition a bit; I scooted down on the bed, with my head about a third of the way from the headboard, and propped my head on a firm pillow. I gestured for her to resume, and pulled her hips so that she was fully on top of me, in the classic 69 position. As she returned to sucking my cock, I tasted her pussy and was delighted to find it delightfully wet, dripping, thick sticky strands of her own arousal smearing around my face and filling my nose with her rich, earthy musk. However, I have to tell you this was all for my own selfish pleasure; S is largely unaware of me sucking her pussy when she is focused on my cock. This isn’t a complaint; I love the taste of her cunt and enjoy having my face buried in it all for my own sensual pleasure. But oh yes, right. I had engineering this position to give her a little more challenge. I slid my hands down to her hips and found a good grip on her pelvis. I began to push upwards, lifting her hips skyward; she felt what I was doing and held her legs in a rigid arc above her. We’ve played with this bit of pornographic acro-yoga before, and the resulting pose looked for all the world like she is making a swan dive onto my cock, supported by nothing more than her hands on the bed, my hands on her hips, and on her mouth on my cock. As I held her aloft, she started doing small pushups with her arms, raising and lowering her throat on my cock, each time pushing the barest additional fraction of my cock into her throat. Every time I think I’m going to push this girl’s limits, she stuns me by going even further! Some day, I must find a photographer to document this self-taught trick.

I lowered S back to horizontal, and rolled her off and and onto the bed. She grinned at me and wiped the smear of saliva from her cheek with the back of her hand. I rose to my knees and she moved into position to get fucked. As I got into position, I feigned giving her a stern lecture. “Okay now, we’ve had enough of aggressive fucking for a bit. I’m going to take my time and I don’t want to hear any whining about it. I might tease you with slow and shallow, I might keep a glacial pace, and I don’t want any of your begging for the hard pounding that gets you off. You are mine to do with what I will, and you’re going to take whatever I care to give you.” She lowered her eyes and meekly said, “Yes sir. I love all the ways you fuck me. I promise to be good.” With that settled, I slid into her, slick like quicksilver from the ropey strands of saliva from deep in her throat and her own drooling pussy juices. And true to my word, I went slow. I can’t pretend to recreate all of the tricks and variations I pursued, but this one stands out in detail. At one point I pulled out all the way until my cock was only barely nestled between her lips and narrated the slow gradual stroke of settling back into place. “There, can you feel just the head of my cock bumping at the opening of your cunt? Just nudging, slowly, gently. Tap, tap, and there the head is just starting to nudge its way in. Can you feel how your lips are pushed apart, how the tight ring of your cunt mouth stretches as the wide part slides into place. A little more, a little more, ahh, and there you go, just the head of my cock is now edged in the tight ring of your cunt. If I flex it, can you feel it pulse and swell? Can you feel how it throbs against you? Mmm, let’s slide just the tiniest bit forward, and now you can feel just the top of my shaft. Mmm, that snug little ring of muscle clamps down tighter, tries to milk my shaft. You’re eager to pull it inside aren’t you?” She whimpers pitifully and I can feel her nails on the cheeks of my ass. “Poor dear, patience. I’ll ease a little deeper, just the tiniest bit. A little more, can you feel it? Does it feel deeper? Don’t worry, there’s more. We’re not done yet. You can’t even feel the brush of my pubic hair yet, can you? Just a little more, the barest bit. Ahh, I can feel where the head of my cock is just starting to nudge your g-spot. You like that, don’t you? I can feel your hips trembling. Don’t worry, you’ll get everything you want soon enough. Just a tiny bit more.” About this point was where she began grunting from feeling the slow grind of my fat cock head against her g-spot. “The tiniest bit more… and then a little more besides… here, let me rock in place, just a little for you.” At that, I started the barest thrusting, tiny little quarter-inch motions, designed to rub her g-spot in a way that drives her out of her mind and pushes her to orgasm with near certainty. I knew she wanted it even harder and faster than I could imagine delivering, and I also knew that the longer I made her wait the harder the orgasm would be. Steady as a metronome, I maintained my pace of tiny little thrusts, feeling her build, and build and… Just as her climax broke I slammed home the remaining half inch and started driving hard, giving her that epic released she has so patiently awaited. The dear girl didn’t even whine once, and I was determined to reward her for it.

After that massive crashing orgasm, driving her to others took very little effort at all. With some angles, I could just drive especially hard and deep, let her grind against me, and she would climax again just from the involuntary spasming twitch of her hips from the previous crescendo. Once or twice I pulled back and teased her with a flurry of fast shallow strokes before making her moan in appreciation with that full-shaft drop of my body weight onto her.

I had really planned to drag the fucking out even longer than this, but at a certain point I began to feel that growing, rolling boil in my balls and I gave into it with abandon. To the sounds of S’s cries echoing around the room and finally chased my own release in an entirely selfish fashion and reached a powerful orgasm at full speed. We both fell back to the bed, huffing and moaning, and stared out at the deep blue bay from the wide open balcony doors.

Later, in the afternoon, we were playing tourist, exploring an ancient fortress and took advantage of relative privacy to take some nude photos of S behind an iron barred door.

And later still, making the return drive to the villa I spent a bit of time paying with S’s bare pussy, rewarding her for wearing no panties. I will note that this is more challenging with a stick shift, in a land with a great deal of twisty, turny, hilly roads.

Dear reader, I must ask your indulgence. (If there are any readers. Leave a comment if you’re reading, this, will ya?!) I’m reaching a stage where writing so much purple prose about the fucking is taking away time from actually engaging in the fucking! I’m going to start documenting at least some of the occasions in a rather more cursory fashion. Bummer.

That said, just before falling asleep, I put a pillow under S’s ass and ate her pussy like a man starving. After a few orgasms I transitioned to mostly fingering her, which I did rather roughly, for quite some time. In the midst of it, she twisted and convulsed hard enough that she ended up half on the bedside table and knocked over an open water bottle. We got her repositioned and I fingered her even more before finally settling on top of her for a good, rollicking fuck.

Hours later in the pitch black morning, I awoke with a glorious erection, very quietly coated it in olive oil, and slipped my erection into her from behind while she slept. A delightful spooning fuck ensued, with a delightful finish in the missionary position.