Sex Story:
The place I had rented for two weeks was private in all respects. It was high up
towards the top of an ancient village, surrounded by empty land and ruins and
concealed by a walled courtyard. Just right for nude sunbathing and wandering
around naked. I was taking a year out from college to explore some of the world
and had gotten as far as this remote Greek island before deciding to stop for
longer than just one night. As soon as I’d got off the ferry I was approached by
an army of locals waving signs advertising rooms to rent and it was easy to find
one I wanted. I headed straight for the only girl among the touts. Dark haired,
slim and with welcoming eyes she asked me quietly if I needed somewhere to stay.
She told me it was high up, away from the tourists and that it was cheap. The
remoteness sounded inviting to me and I imagined her visiting to make the beds,
maybe staying after to unmake them with me too, if you see what I mean.
I realised something. Through my sleep I knew what was going on and I knew
that I should wake up. But I also knew that it was too late. I stood no chance
of escape even if I was awake. Asleep I could imagine that this was still a
dream and that this was not happening.
But when I felt breath on my arse cheeks I knew it was happening. I kept my
eyes closed and I kept still. Allowing him, as it was definitely a him, to do
whatever he was going to do. It didn’t matter; I was asleep so this was not
happening.
The breath suddenly became warm and moist and I felt the rough hair of a
moustache above a pair of soft lips. I was being kissed, first on one side and
then the other. The hands had drawn me up to a face, my balls hung free in the
air and my cock stuck out into the empty space beneath me. And I felt the kisses
turn to licking, a smooth, hot tongue was drooling across the light furriness of
my backside, pausing now and then to kiss. And to take a gentle bite. Teeth in a
powerful jaw dug into me just enough to tell me that resistance would lead to
pain; compliance would result in something more rewarding. I could not resist. I
knew who this was and I had seen his strength. I realised that asleep or awake I
belonged to the dad now, and that was that.
My thoughts were interrupted. The mouth and the moustache had moved, centred
in on my crack, right at the top. And they were now moving downwards. My heart
raced, I knew where he was going. My crack was pushed wide by the rough stubbled
chin and the heat from its scratching was intensified by the heat from the mouth
that licked and bit as it pushed harder against me. Until I felt something press
against my hole. It clamped up tight, nothing had touched it before and its
reaction was instinctive. I felt something wet and hard jab at it, a tongue, but
still it resisted.
Until the tongue stopped jabbing and its action became one slow, gentle, wet
push. In a circular motion it nudged cautiously against the tight puckered flesh
of my hole, teasing it, tempting it to give in. My heart raced on, knowing that
I wanted to give in but not knowing how to make my body obey. And then I stopped
worrying. I realised that my body would obey, it had no choice but to give in to
the tough, experienced action of the older body that controlled it. And once I
realised that I felt my sphincter relax and his tongue slid into me. |
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