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Puerto Rico, Gran Canaria Summer, 1982:


I went on holiday with my mom and stepfather, I thought I was being very grown up at the time, but I realise now I was just 'acting out'.


My folks spent a lot of time at the bar, and a lot of time reading on sunloungers. I didn't want to spend time with them
anyway, so I was happy there were some teens to hang out with.

One of the barmen was willing to slip some alcohol into our non-alcoholic cocktails, Coca Colas etc. This was before the
days of All Inclusive, and he wasn't charging us for the alcohol. He seemed to favour the girls with this service!

Now the barman was called, we shall say, Juan Cheng. Not quite his real name. He was, interestingly, half Spanish,
and half Chinese. He was, quite simply, the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid my eyes on in my whole life.
Well.. certainly the best looking bloke I've ever been with, and I've been with some gorgeous guys.

Our initial converstations were passing, I was very attracted to him, obviously, but I wasn't MAKING it obvious, (hopefully)
not least because I was with my folks.


When we did start to "introduce ourselves" we both lied about our ages.

I lied two years up, and he lied two years down.


If we HAD been the wages we claimed he would have been merely two years older. The truth was six years.

Do the Math

His real age was twenty.

He was tall, tautly muscled, with the most beautiful latte skin tone, and almond eyes. Lustrous black hair, gelled back.

The suggestion of stubble.



I had this black bikini, the first time I had been allowed to wear one. The bottoms tied at the sides, and at my insistence,
the cups were padded, enhancing my pert little tits.

I had spent a lot of time admiring my a*se in the mirror when trying my costume on, and I wiggled it with some confidence.


My folks hadn't been together a year yet, at that time, and they were still all lovey dovey. Yuk. She's lovely, really attractive even now, he's horrible, beardy,
slobbery old git. Nasty.

It was about three days into the holiday, my folks had had quite a lot to drink, mid evening.

I was then off their radar, totally.

They were only concerned with each other, not me, and they were just happy I was with my crowd of teens, and within the hotel.

I wandered somewhere slightly out of the public areas, looking for the loos, but I went off piste a bit, when who should I
run into but Juan.

What a surprise.

"Can I help you?" he asked, smiling

I explained I was looking for the loos.

He said only the staff ones were in that area, there was only one for male/female but I was welcome to use them.

He said he'd stand guard. How gallant.

I had my wee, wiped and had pulled my bikini bottoms up when the door suddenly opened, and imagine my surprise when Juan
came barging in.

"I think you're absolutely GORGEOUS" he blurted, and took a step towards me.

If he'd come up and asked me to dance or something, I'd have been fine, but I was in a bikini, and in a toilet.

I was given very little chance to think, not least when his mouth landed on mine in a breathtaking kiss.

He'd got a black vest on and matching shorts, which was the hotel staff uniform.

His pecs were like steel as he crushed me against him. Within thirty seconds of grabbing me, he was undoing the clasp on
the back of my b*kini top. I was staggered, and I actually did stagger, because he was most of a foot taller than me.

Before I could even gasp a protest, this mega gorgeous hunk had filled his big, warm (and curiously sticky) hand with my little tits.
The top had enhanced them greatly, and I fully expected him to be disappointed with my real ones, but he seemed more than
satisfied as he gently squeezed them. My breathing was getting ragged, he was calmer than I, though I could feel his
er*ction growing in his cargo shorts.

Before a further minute was out, he pulled the ties on the the sides of my bikini bottoms, which are sometimes decorative,
but with this costume they were real, and with two tugs from Juan I was naked.

"Lets have a look at you", he said, hoarsely and he dropped to his knees in front of me.

"Christ almighta, you dirty bastard" I whispered under my breath as he scooped his tongue into my hole, then slurping
upwards to my hard little clit. And he grabbed my ar*e as he did, kneading my pert, firm little teen buttocks.

"YOU......Dirty sod" I whispered , while I ran my hands through his dark lustrous hair

I think I was playing hard to get

He spent about five minutes eating me, pulling the pussy lips apart, lapping my hard little clitoris,
until I was positively dripping, and then he stopped.

The s*d.

He stood up

"Kneel down" he said , authoritatively, but not nastily.

I didn't feel threatened. I just felt like I ought to kneel down.

Like I was about to be knighted or something.

I knelt.

Juan was opening his shorts, I was stroking his hairy, dark th*gh.

He was shivering a little at my gentle touch.

His black cotton cargo shorts pooled at his flip-flopped tanned feet. LOVELY feet, I don't have a thing
about feet, but they were lovely.

Being the 80's he had br*efs on, I still kind of like them, if they're a good brand, clean and well filled. No sk** marks.

The b*lge was quite considerable, but it was plainly obvious he hadn't the room to get fully hard within the confines
of his briefs. I had a little feel of his b*lls through the fabric. It all felt very tight.

If my guess was correct, I was about to be presented with a HUGE cock, and later - when he tried to get it into me,
TIGHT would not be an adequate term !

He gently pulled out the waistband, and exposed the shining sh*ft.

He was quite surprised I think, when I helped him take his p*ants off.

I hadn't dared look properly yet.

When I finally did, it was the last word in beauties.

At least eight inches long, and wide, with the most beautiful latte skin, and not even fully up yet.

I leaned forward and gve it a kiss.

"Open your mouth" he ordered.

His voice had gone all guttural, you know how you all do.

I looked up at him with doe eyes

"I don't do blow jobs" I explained "they scare me. Let ME have control and I will do something nice to it"

He gulped and nodded

He'd grown fully erect in my hand now, curving back towards his ripped belly, it was so hard.

It was more than nine inches now, really fucking massive, it wasn't huge in the girth, but with a big knob, which
was so TAUT - the skin !!

"Pull your skin back" I asked, licking my lips "Better if you do it, I might hurt you"

He took both thumbs and gently pulled it back exposing the head, so shiny I fancied I could see my face in it.

I moved underneath and gently - so gently - licked the underside of the head

"UuNHHH!" he groaned and it bucked in my hand

I thought for a moment he was going to shoot, but no, his b*lls were still not engaged, I was happy to see.

I gently wanked him with my hand placed halfway down the sh*ft, and licked all around the head, finally tonguing the little
hole.

He said something in Spanish, it sounded like swearing.

I cradled his big balls and then moved to take each one in my mouth, god they were big - AND heavy !

"STOP STOP" he blurted, and again I thought he was going to blow his tanks in my face there and then, but of course
I was used to younger guys.

"Stand up" he said "and bend over"

I stood

I bent

I was a good girl


I leaked, juices dribbling down my leg

OOh I DO like to be ordered about


He pulled a small box over, and put a towel on top of it.

"Here, stand on this" he invited - then he asked "are you on the .. p*ll?"

"Whether I am or not is none of your business!" I told him "all YOU need to know is you're not going to .. go all the way
without a condom. Not with me, you're not. You probably have a different girl every week! EVERY DAY!
I'll wa nk you off, that's all"

As luck would have it there was a machine right there in the staff loos. I would imagine it did a roaring trade. The turnover
of small countries.

Juan pumped some pesetas or whatever in, and a packet of three came out.

He popped one out of the foil and I could see straight off it would be a right struggle to get the thing on his big cock.

I am sure he would loved to have fucked me without it, and he made a show of not being able to get it over the length.

I looked down at his painfully erect cock, the condom was cutting into it, halfway down the sh*ft - poor lamb.

So did I let him in without one? NO WAY.

Not a chance.

I actually think the discomfort helped him last longer, because I initially got the impression he was going to shoot
really quickly. Just SOOOO ridiculously hard, you know?

He helped me up onto the box, and arranged me, my feet as apart as the size of the box would allow, and with me
bending over and hanging onto a wallbar.

He gently parted my b*ttocks, and with 'look no hands', pushed into my phenomenally very VERY so very tight little
cunt with a deft thrust of the hips, it went on and on, filling me completely and stretching my sides.

Christ it was a tight fit, as I may have mentioned

We both moaned together, in unison.

"God that feels good" I whispered, and reached to finger myself underneath, Ideally I would have needed extra arms, like Vishnu,
to play with my nipples and yet still be able to hang onto the wall.


I was still convinced he would come too soon for me

"Christ you have phenomenally VERY tight little cunt" he mentioned

"And YOU've got a REALLY big COCK" I whimpered, looking over my shoulder at him, admiring his six pack flexing
as he pumped it into me.

My wank was going nicely too, though I was having difficulty getting sufficient friction going because I was SO fucking WET!


With a lot of concentration from me - I was etching this whole scene deep into my psyche so I could write about it 34 years
later and with my expert manipulation of my own pussy, I CAME, rather noisily


"I'm COMMmmING" I moaned, and I felt my muscles spasm and hold him really tight as I hung onto the wall for support.

I've never been good at doing it standing up, and I'm still not good at it now.

My legs are just fine for all other purposes, skiing, aerobics and Zumaba and Pilates what have you, they just turn to jelly when I'm c*ming.

I gasped and groaned as it ripped through me like lightning, up and down my spine.

I was aware I was gripping him really tightly with my muscles, he could hardly move in me now..

Then Juan swore in Spanish (it sounded like swearing anyway)

"I'm going to COME" he announced "Kneel down"


'Oh no!' I thought, but I complied

I don't know why he couldn't have just shot into the condom, inside me.

Having said that, I did want to SEE him come, I wanted to see the look on his face (which often makes me laugh)

- Women have stronger orgasms but men always look like they're having a seizure when they come !!


So I knelt and waited patiently as he struggled to pull the too-tight condom off

He had to do this rather slowly and genlty so as not to hurt himself !

SNAP!

THEN, his huge cock was in his hand, and in my face.

"Open your mouth, wide" he urged me

I opened, but not wide.

I should explain I didn't do blow jobs back then, and no one had EVER come in my mouth.

My boyfriend, if he didn't come inside me, then it was over my bum, belly or boobs was the rule.

Juan's free hand opened my mouth wider. I playfully bit him.

He pulled my head in closer, by my hair, not roughly, but firmly.


Then he lurched and groaned, his legs shook, and the sperm exited lazily from his slot as he very slowly pumped his
huge shaft. He leaned into me as he POURED his load into my open mouth, coating my lips and chin with the first thick
white creamy blobs. Not wanting to just spit, I swallowed, and....it was OK, tasted ok, and I didn't gag or anything

"There is more" he told me

and there certainly was.......

fucking LOADS of it !

I opened again , wider this time and the second lot shot through the air onto my tongue, as he pumped it harder.

Some landed on the end of my nose and hung there.


"mmMMM" he moaned "You're a GOOD fuck for a young one"


Cliched p*rno dialogue you will say, but English wasn't his first.. tongue... I guess

Finally he finished coming, and he made me lick the end to clean him up.

He got dressed as I washed my face, hands and body of his come, where the splatters had landed.

He told me his room number in the staff quarters and told me to come by at ten, and he'd fuck me PROPERLY.

I didn't say yes and I didn't say no, and he just left.

Arrogant fucker.

I whiled away the time in between, and told my folks I was at the disco with the other teens.

They were happy with that.

At 22:05 (playing hard to get) I was tapping at his door.

He opened it immediately and peered round to see if it was me.

He was stark naked.

He let me in.

He was also very spectacularly, fully erect when I arrived.

It was absolutely massive. Bigger than that afternoon, even.

He stripped me in ten seconds flat and laid me out on the bed.

He was straight down on me, I was juicing fast, and he got a good coating of my come before he
moved to kiss me.

The first thing he said was

"lick all round my mouth"

I extended my tongue and licked all the juices from around his gorgeous, sensual mouth.

He was muttering Spanish at me

Probably: 'How does your cunt taste?" or similar

When I'd done he moved down to suck my ever over-sensitive nipples. They alone can make me come,
if the mood is right.

"Oh GOD you're BEAUTIFUL" he mused

Unlike earlier I was all made up, and hair done.

He was f*ngering me as well, very skilfully, and I bit into his neck as I came.

He cried out in pain and smacked my bum.

This is not a deterrent.

I like it.

You know how you men get all guttural and dramatic when you're trying to be s*xy?

Well he had it in spades.

"I get behind you" he told me "take you from behind, I want your leg up in the air, and we watch in mirror."

OOOh ... Okay


I lay on my side for him, and faced his ( no doubt often used ) full length mirror

"I was w*nking before you arrived, looking in the mirror" he told me

Vain fucker

"Were you thinking about me?" I grinned

More likely he was thinking about himself, I thought

"I masturbate, watching in the mirror, too" I admitted

"Go on then" he told me "show me"

I went on

I was lying half on half off his narrow bed, fingering myself carefully.

He watched transfixed...


He was gently stroking his cock.

Then he said


"Get here, lie on your side facing the mirror"

I got

I lay

I faced

Juan hauled my leg up into the air as far as it would comfortably go, he'd put a condom on, I noticed as his huge knob appeared between my
legs from behind.

I also noticed that this one fitted him, presumably one of his own stock, in XXL.

He took himself in hand and pushed right into me.

Talk about fucking full!


Jesus

The width of the shaft was pushing all my pussy lips out. Talk about getting a quart into a pint pot.

Below my little b*ush I could see his big balls hanging, and the wide base of his shaft where he was not all the way into me.

Then he pushed in further, making my eyes water.

"You can take it" he whispered "Relax"

All very well for him to say that, he wasn't the one with it stuck up him !

"Oh my god" I whined "so BIG"

I was stroking my clit absently.


"Do you like it?" he coaxed

I gulped and nodded

"I'm REALLY turned on. I think I'm going to come really quickly"

"That's Okay" he whispered in my ear "I want you to come, and come hard"

I nodded



With a mere twenty thrusts, I was c*ming.


"Oh God, YES!" I cried "Harder!"

He really pushed hard then as my orgasm hit, my muscles clamped him and almost stopped his movement.

I snuggled my b*m back into him as I calmed down.

He gently withdrew. I could see my hole gaping open where he had stretched me so.

I heard the snap as he took the condom off.


It was empty, he hadn't come.

I rolled towards him

"How do you want to come" I asked

"I want to have a really slow wank" he explained "while you suck my balls"

I nodded

In fact I'd never done that

I went down underneath and began licking the big, hot sacs, as he began pumping the huge shaft, gripping it behind the head.

I took a testicle into my mouth and gently tongued it.

"mmmmMMMM" he moaned

It took something like fifteen munutes for him to be ready to c*me, with me sucking each ball in turn, finally he told me to lie on the bed with
my head on the pillow.

He was kneeling over me, TOWERING over me as he did so, as his legs were so long.

He was still wanking

"Open your mouth" he said , quietly, but insistently

Unlike that afternoon I didn't wait to be made to open.

I opened wide as he stooped over me, and he went as red as a coffee coloured person CAN, as with a resounding
"OOOOF" he poured all the cream in his (very productive) b*lls into my open mouth.

I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed so as not to choke on the volume he produced. Even right at the end he didn't speed up, so I had
time to ingest each sp*rt before the next one, FIVE in all as I recall!

"That was fantastic..for ME" he enthused "Was it.. okay for you"

I nodded and smiled up at him, licking my spermy lips

"I liked it" I told him as my own probing fingers gave me another orgasm, my body bucked up and down with the strength of the spasms, finally quieting down,
and I gasped, then casually sucked my fingers.

"Rude girl" he chuckled


And I am, it's true.

He fucked me again before we parted, making me lick up and down and suck the end to make him all hard again,
and he was, as a rock.

He got on top of me for the first time, and really gave it to me!

I come very vocally, and wetly, making soaked patches on his duvet.

Before he followed suit he flipped me over with my bum in the air, and spreading my arse as wide as he could,
he gave it to me good and hard, going in up to his big balls.

As the gand finale he pulled out and whipped the condom off and achingly slowly he wanked himself off over my pert
young bottom, liberally splattering me with yet more hot sperm. I have no idea where it all came from!

Well..


He was gallant enough to give me a cold bottle of beer before I washed myself as best I could in his sink, and
disappeared to find my folks.

Fabulous sex, so good I am reporting it decades later.

The next day he'd availed himself of some busty dusky teen with better bits than me, I guess, so I was gone.



Epilogue :

In 2002 I went on holiday to Gran Canaria with my gorgeous friend Angie.

We went for a drink at the hotel aforementioned. In reception was a plaque saying GENERAL MANAGER JUAN CHENG.

I snuck off to find his office, and knocked on the door.

"Adelante"

I went in

"Do you remember me? I said

He was just as gorgeous as ever, a little grey at the temples, but almost as ripped , and nicely ruggedised.

"Er.. no should I ?" he smiled

"My name is Lyn...we er...met here, a long time ago"

I named the year

"How OLD are you now?"

I told him

"so you were..... (age) WE DIDN'T??"


"We did" I confirmed

"Did you lie about your age?" he spluttered

Perhaps he wasn't so laissez faire about jailbait as I always thought

"Of course" I smiled

"Oh god!" he seemed genuinely taken aback

"Anyway" I went on "I'm here with my rather gorgeous friend Angie, we're not at this hotel, so dont worry,
but if you wanted to meet us for a drink, that would be nice"

"How do you remember me?" he queried


"Well.. you weren't my first lover, but you were the best, at the time" I teased

"I'd love to meet you and your friend, what's your name, sorry?"

"Lyn" I said "and she's Angie"

I named a bar with fabulous views about half a mile away. He agreed to see us there at 10 pm, after he got off duty


Within an hour of then, we were back at our villa, and the three of us were naked in a hot tub, would you believe?

I know you would.

That perhaps is another story !!!


Lyn xxxx
























Puerto Rico, Gran Canaria Summer, 1982:


I went on holiday with my mom and stepfather, I thought I was being very grown up at the time, but I realise now I was just 'acting out'.


My folks spent a lot of time at the bar, and a lot of time reading on sunloungers. I didn't want to spend time with them
anyway, so I was happy there were some teens to hang out with.

One of the barmen was willing to slip some alcohol into our non-alcoholic cocktails, Coca Colas etc. This was before the
days of All Inclusive, and he wasn't charging us for the alcohol. He seemed to favour the girls with this service!

Now the barman was called, we shall say, Juan Cheng. Not quite his real name. He was, interestingly, half Spanish,
and half Chinese. He was, quite simply, the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid my eyes on in my whole life.
Well.. certainly the best looking bloke I've ever been with, and I've been with some gorgeous guys.

Our initial converstations were passing, I was very attracted to him, obviously, but I wasn't MAKING it obvious, (hopefully)
not least because I was with my folks.


When we did start to "introduce ourselves" we both lied about our ages.

I lied two years up, and he lied two years down.


If we HAD been the wages we claimed he would have been merely two years older. The truth was six years.

Do the Math

His real age was twenty.

He was tall, tautly muscled, with the most beautiful latte skin tone, and almond eyes. Lustrous black hair, gelled back.

The suggestion of stubble.



I had this black bikini, the first time I had been allowed to wear one. The bottoms tied at the sides, and at my insistence,
the cups were padded, enhancing my pert little tits.

I had spent a lot of time admiring my a*se in the mirror when trying my costume on, and I wiggled it with some confidence.


My folks hadn't been together a year yet, at that time, and they were still all lovey dovey. Yuk. She's lovely, really attractive even now, he's horrible, beardy,
slobbery old git. Nasty.

It was about three days into the holiday, my folks had had quite a lot to drink, mid evening.

I was then off their radar, totally.

They were only concerned with each other, not me, and they were just happy I was with my crowd of teens, and within the hotel.

I wandered somewhere slightly out of the public areas, looking for the loos, but I went off piste a bit, when who should I
run into but Juan.

What a surprise.

"Can I help you?" he asked, smiling

I explained I was looking for the loos.

He said only the staff ones were in that area, there was only one for male/female but I was welcome to use them.

He said he'd stand guard. How gallant.

I had my wee, wiped and had pulled my bikini bottoms up when the door suddenly opened, and imagine my surprise when Juan
came barging in.

"I think you're absolutely GORGEOUS" he blurted, and took a step towards me.

If he'd come up and asked me to dance or something, I'd have been fine, but I was in a bikini, and in a toilet.

I was given very little chance to think, not least when his mouth landed on mine in a breathtaking kiss.

He'd got a black vest on and matching shorts, which was the hotel staff uniform.

His pecs were like steel as he crushed me against him. Within thirty seconds of grabbing me, he was undoing the clasp on
the back of my b*kini top. I was staggered, and I actually did stagger, because he was most of a foot taller than me.

Before I could even gasp a protest, this mega gorgeous hunk had filled his big, warm (and curiously sticky) hand with my little tits.
The top had enhanced them greatly, and I fully expected him to be disappointed with my real ones, but he seemed more than
satisfied as he gently squeezed them. My breathing was getting ragged, he was calmer than I, though I could feel his
er*ction growing in his cargo shorts.

Before a further minute was out, he pulled the ties on the the sides of my bikini bottoms, which are sometimes decorative,
but with this costume they were real, and with two tugs from Juan I was naked.

"Lets have a look at you", he said, hoarsely and he dropped to his knees in front of me.

"Christ almighta, you dirty bastard" I whispered under my breath as he scooped his tongue into my hole, then slurping
upwards to my hard little clit. And he grabbed my ar*e as he did, kneading my pert, firm little teen buttocks.

"YOU......Dirty sod" I whispered , while I ran my hands through his dark lustrous hair

I think I was playing hard to get

He spent about five minutes eating me, pulling the pussy lips apart, lapping my hard little clitoris,
until I was positively dripping, and then he stopped.

The s*d.

He stood up

"Kneel down" he said , authoritatively, but not nastily.

I didn't feel threatened. I just felt like I ought to kneel down.

Like I was about to be knighted or something.

I knelt.

Juan was opening his shorts, I was stroking his hairy, dark th*gh.

He was shivering a little at my gentle touch.

His black cotton cargo shorts pooled at his flip-flopped tanned feet. LOVELY feet, I don't have a thing
about feet, but they were lovely.

Being the 80's he had br*efs on, I still kind of like them, if they're a good brand, clean and well filled. No sk** marks.

The b*lge was quite considerable, but it was plainly obvious he hadn't the room to get fully hard within the confines
of his briefs. I had a little feel of his b*lls through the fabric. It all felt very tight.

If my guess was correct, I was about to be presented with a HUGE cock, and later - when he tried to get it into me,
TIGHT would not be an adequate term !

He gently pulled out the waistband, and exposed the shining sh*ft.

He was quite surprised I think, when I helped him take his p*ants off.

I hadn't dared look properly yet.

When I finally did, it was the last word in beauties.

At least eight inches long, and wide, with the most beautiful latte skin, and not even fully up yet.

I leaned forward and gve it a kiss.

"Open your mouth" he ordered.

His voice had gone all guttural, you know how you all do.

I looked up at him with doe eyes

"I don't do blow jobs" I explained "they scare me. Let ME have control and I will do something nice to it"

He gulped and nodded

He'd grown fully erect in my hand now, curving back towards his ripped belly, it was so hard.

It was more than nine inches now, really fucking massive, it wasn't huge in the girth, but with a big knob, which
was so TAUT - the skin !!

"Pull your skin back" I asked, licking my lips "Better if you do it, I might hurt you"

He took both thumbs and gently pulled it back exposing the head, so shiny I fancied I could see my face in it.

I moved underneath and gently - so gently - licked the underside of the head

"UuNHHH!" he groaned and it bucked in my hand

I thought for a moment he was going to shoot, but no, his b*lls were still not engaged, I was happy to see.

I gently wanked him with my hand placed halfway down the sh*ft, and licked all around the head, finally tonguing the little
hole.

He said something in Spanish, it sounded like swearing.

I cradled his big balls and then moved to take each one in my mouth, god they were big - AND heavy !

"STOP STOP" he blurted, and again I thought he was going to blow his tanks in my face there and then, but of course
I was used to younger guys.

"Stand up" he said "and bend over"

I stood

I bent

I was a good girl


I leaked, juices dribbling down my leg

OOh I DO like to be ordered about


He pulled a small box over, and put a towel on top of it.

"Here, stand on this" he invited - then he asked "are you on the .. p*ll?"

"Whether I am or not is none of your business!" I told him "all YOU need to know is you're not going to .. go all the way
without a condom. Not with me, you're not. You probably have a different girl every week! EVERY DAY!
I'll wa nk you off, that's all"

As luck would have it there was a machine right there in the staff loos. I would imagine it did a roaring trade. The turnover
of small countries.

Juan pumped some pesetas or whatever in, and a packet of three came out.

He popped one out of the foil and I could see straight off it would be a right struggle to get the thing on his big cock.

I am sure he would loved to have fucked me without it, and he made a show of not being able to get it over the length.

I looked down at his painfully erect cock, the condom was cutting into it, halfway down the sh*ft - poor lamb.

So did I let him in without one? NO WAY.

Not a chance.

I actually think the discomfort helped him last longer, because I initially got the impression he was going to shoot
really quickly. Just SOOOO ridiculously hard, you know?

He helped me up onto the box, and arranged me, my feet as apart as the size of the box would allow, and with me
bending over and hanging onto a wallbar.

He gently parted my b*ttocks, and with 'look no hands', pushed into my phenomenally very VERY so very tight little
cunt with a deft thrust of the hips, it went on and on, filling me completely and stretching my sides.

Christ it was a tight fit, as I may have mentioned

We both moaned together, in unison.

"God that feels good" I whispered, and reached to finger myself underneath, Ideally I would have needed extra arms, like Vishnu,
to play with my nipples and yet still be able to hang onto the wall.


I was still convinced he would come too soon for me

"Christ you have phenomenally VERY tight little cunt" he mentioned

"And YOU've got a REALLY big COCK" I whimpered, looking over my shoulder at him, admiring his six pack flexing
as he pumped it into me.

My wank was going nicely too, though I was having difficulty getting sufficient friction going because I was SO fucking WET!


With a lot of concentration from me - I was etching this whole scene deep into my psyche so I could write about it 34 years
later and with my expert manipulation of my own pussy, I CAME, rather noisily


"I'm COMMmmING" I moaned, and I felt my muscles spasm and hold him really tight as I hung onto the wall for support.

I've never been good at doing it standing up, and I'm still not good at it now.

My legs are just fine for all other purposes, skiing, aerobics and Zumaba and Pilates what have you, they just turn to jelly when I'm c*ming.

I gasped and groaned as it ripped through me like lightning, up and down my spine.

I was aware I was gripping him really tightly with my muscles, he could hardly move in me now..

Then Juan swore in Spanish (it sounded like swearing anyway)

"I'm going to COME" he announced "Kneel down"


'Oh no!' I thought, but I complied

I don't know why he couldn't have just shot into the condom, inside me.

Having said that, I did want to SEE him come, I wanted to see the look on his face (which often makes me laugh)

- Women have stronger orgasms but men always look like they're having a seizure when they come !!


So I knelt and waited patiently as he struggled to pull the too-tight condom off

He had to do this rather slowly and genlty so as not to hurt himself !

SNAP!

THEN, his huge cock was in his hand, and in my face.

"Open your mouth, wide" he urged me

I opened, but not wide.

I should explain I didn't do blow jobs back then, and no one had EVER come in my mouth.

My boyfriend, if he didn't come inside me, then it was over my bum, belly or boobs was the rule.

Juan's free hand opened my mouth wider. I playfully bit him.

He pulled my head in closer, by my hair, not roughly, but firmly.


Then he lurched and groaned, his legs shook, and the sperm exited lazily from his slot as he very slowly pumped his
huge shaft. He leaned into me as he POURED his load into my open mouth, coating my lips and chin with the first thick
white creamy blobs. Not wanting to just spit, I swallowed, and....it was OK, tasted ok, and I didn't gag or anything

"There is more" he told me

and there certainly was.......

fucking LOADS of it !

I opened again , wider this time and the second lot shot through the air onto my tongue, as he pumped it harder.

Some landed on the end of my nose and hung there.


"mmMMM" he moaned "You're a GOOD fuck for a young one"


Cliched p*rno dialogue you will say, but English wasn't his first.. tongue... I guess

Finally he finished coming, and he made me lick the end to clean him up.

He got dressed as I washed my face, hands and body of his come, where the splatters had landed.

He told me his room number in the staff quarters and told me to come by at ten, and he'd fuck me PROPERLY.

I didn't say yes and I didn't say no, and he just left.

Arrogant fucker.

I whiled away the time in between, and told my folks I was at the disco with the other teens.

They were happy with that.

At 22:05 (playing hard to get) I was tapping at his door.

He opened it immediately and peered round to see if it was me.

He was stark naked.

He let me in.

He was also very spectacularly, fully erect when I arrived.

It was absolutely massive. Bigger than that afternoon, even.

He stripped me in ten seconds flat and laid me out on the bed.

He was straight down on me, I was juicing fast, and he got a good coating of my come before he
moved to kiss me.

The first thing he said was

"lick all round my mouth"

I extended my tongue and licked all the juices from around his gorgeous, sensual mouth.

He was muttering Spanish at me

Probably: 'How does your cunt taste?" or similar

When I'd done he moved down to suck my ever over-sensitive nipples. They alone can make me come,
if the mood is right.

"Oh GOD you're BEAUTIFUL" he mused

Unlike earlier I was all made up, and hair done.

He was f*ngering me as well, very skilfully, and I bit into his neck as I came.

He cried out in pain and smacked my bum.

This is not a deterrent.

I like it.

You know how you men get all guttural and dramatic when you're trying to be s*xy?

Well he had it in spades.

"I get behind you" he told me "take you from behind, I want your leg up in the air, and we watch in mirror."

OOOh ... Okay


I lay on my side for him, and faced his ( no doubt often used ) full length mirror

"I was w*nking before you arrived, looking in the mirror" he told me

Vain fucker

"Were you thinking about me?" I grinned

More likely he was thinking about himself, I thought

"I masturbate, watching in the mirror, too" I admitted

"Go on then" he told me "show me"

I went on

I was lying half on half off his narrow bed, fingering myself carefully.

He watched transfixed...


He was gently stroking his cock.

Then he said


"Get here, lie on your side facing the mirror"

I got

I lay

I faced

Juan hauled my leg up into the air as far as it would comfortably go, he'd put a condom on, I noticed as his huge knob appeared between my
legs from behind.

I also noticed that this one fitted him, presumably one of his own stock, in XXL.

He took himself in hand and pushed right into me.

Talk about fucking full!


Jesus

The width of the shaft was pushing all my pussy lips out. Talk about getting a quart into a pint pot.

Below my little b*ush I could see his big balls hanging, and the wide base of his shaft where he was not all the way into me.

Then he pushed in further, making my eyes water.

"You can take it" he whispered "Relax"

All very well for him to say that, he wasn't the one with it stuck up him !

"Oh my god" I whined "so BIG"

I was stroking my clit absently.


"Do you like it?" he coaxed

I gulped and nodded

"I'm REALLY turned on. I think I'm going to come really quickly"

"That's Okay" he whispered in my ear "I want you to come, and come hard"

I nodded



With a mere twenty thrusts, I was c*ming.


"Oh God, YES!" I cried "Harder!"

He really pushed hard then as my orgasm hit, my muscles clamped him and almost stopped his movement.

I snuggled my b*m back into him as I calmed down.

He gently withdrew. I could see my hole gaping open where he had stretched me so.

I heard the snap as he took the condom off.


It was empty, he hadn't come.

I rolled towards him

"How do you want to come" I asked

"I want to have a really slow wank" he explained "while you suck my balls"

I nodded

In fact I'd never done that

I went down underneath and began licking the big, hot sacs, as he began pumping the huge shaft, gripping it behind the head.

I took a testicle into my mouth and gently tongued it.

"mmmmMMMM" he moaned

It took something like fifteen munutes for him to be ready to c*me, with me sucking each ball in turn, finally he told me to lie on the bed with
my head on the pillow.

He was kneeling over me, TOWERING over me as he did so, as his legs were so long.

He was still wanking

"Open your mouth" he said , quietly, but insistently

Unlike that afternoon I didn't wait to be made to open.

I opened wide as he stooped over me, and he went as red as a coffee coloured person CAN, as with a resounding
"OOOOF" he poured all the cream in his (very productive) b*lls into my open mouth.

I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed so as not to choke on the volume he produced. Even right at the end he didn't speed up, so I had
time to ingest each sp*rt before the next one, FIVE in all as I recall!

"That was fantastic..for ME" he enthused "Was it.. okay for you"

I nodded and smiled up at him, licking my spermy lips

"I liked it" I told him as my own probing fingers gave me another orgasm, my body bucked up and down with the strength of the spasms, finally quieting down,
and I gasped, then casually sucked my fingers.

"Rude girl" he chuckled


And I am, it's true.

He fucked me again before we parted, making me lick up and down and suck the end to make him all hard again,
and he was, as a rock.

He got on top of me for the first time, and really gave it to me!

I come very vocally, and wetly, making soaked patches on his duvet.

Before he followed suit he flipped me over with my bum in the air, and spreading my arse as wide as he could,
he gave it to me good and hard, going in up to his big balls.

As the gand finale he pulled out and whipped the condom off and achingly slowly he wanked himself off over my pert
young bottom, liberally splattering me with yet more hot sperm. I have no idea where it all came from!

Well..


He was gallant enough to give me a cold bottle of beer before I washed myself as best I could in his sink, and
disappeared to find my folks.

Fabulous sex, so good I am reporting it decades later.

The next day he'd availed himself of some busty dusky teen with better bits than me, I guess, so I was gone.



Epilogue :

In 2002 I went on holiday to Gran Canaria with my gorgeous friend Angie.

We went for a drink at the hotel aforementioned. In reception was a plaque saying GENERAL MANAGER JUAN CHENG.

I snuck off to find his office, and knocked on the door.

"Adelante"

I went in

"Do you remember me? I said

He was just as gorgeous as ever, a little grey at the temples, but almost as ripped , and nicely ruggedised.

"Er.. no should I ?" he smiled

"My name is Lyn...we er...met here, a long time ago"

I named the year

"How OLD are you now?"

I told him

"so you were..... (age) WE DIDN'T??"


"We did" I confirmed

"Did you lie about your age?" he spluttered

Perhaps he wasn't so laissez faire about jailbait as I always thought

"Of course" I smiled

"Oh god!" he seemed genuinely taken aback

"Anyway" I went on "I'm here with my rather gorgeous friend Angie, we're not at this hotel, so dont worry,
but if you wanted to meet us for a drink, that would be nice"

"How do you remember me?" he queried


"Well.. you weren't my first lover, but you were the best, at the time" I teased

"I'd love to meet you and your friend, what's your name, sorry?"

"Lyn" I said "and she's Angie"

I named a bar with fabulous views about half a mile away. He agreed to see us there at 10 pm, after he got off duty


Within an hour of then, we were back at our villa, and the three of us were naked in a hot tub, would you believe?

I know you would.

That perhaps is another story !!!


Lyn xxxx








































































































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Abigail and MoiraChapter 2

"Yer late!" The plump girl asked her sister as she straightened her clothes in the floor-length mirror. Abigail looked around and sniffed at her podgy sister before turning round to face her. She swept her long brown hair back and picked up some toast from the kitchen table. "You turned off my alarm," Abigail moaned. "Dae talk mince," Moira spat back instantly and took a bite of another slice of toast. Abigail licked her lips as she ate her breakfast and poured some tea into a cup....

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 8

"You clatty cow," Moira cried out as she burst into the room. Quentin stared at her and she pushed him off her sister, laying out in her bed. "Yer a clatty bitch. 'E's mine." "Then fuck him," Abigail replied. "Yer just a frigid witch. Yer fuck things up for everyone." Moira grabbed Abigail's throat, and the younger girl kicked her sister away from her. "He just liked me better." "No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening. "'Cause I ain't fat like you."...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 10

Abigail was nervous as she rang the bell on the door to the solicitors. "Come in," she heard shouted and she nervously pushed open the door and walked up the stairs to the second floor; it was above a large newsagents, and she was smiled at by the middle aged woman. "This is Jake, my legal partner." "Partner?" "Work partners," she told her. Jake was at least ten years younger than Margaret and had short black hair on top of a grinning face and a stocky body. "Hey, no more...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 3

Abigail sat nervously in the reception area of the international acting school, biting her nails. She flicked her hair back and studied the handful of other candidates, all frantically reciting words under their breath or reading intently from books. Shona squeezed her daughter's arm as she put down and then picked up her book, taking deep breaths and opening it to the page, before closing it again. "Yer just a wee bit nervous," she told her and Abigail didn't respond. It was the...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 4

"No good?" The burly figure of her father sat next to her and looked into his daughter's misty eyes. She shook her head. "Not past the first," she muttered. "Stoopid dreamin'," Moira told her. "Ya not gonna be in those silly films ya watch. Ah've told you hunners ae times." "That's enough," Shona told her eldest daughter who shovelled her dinner into her mouth. "What's got-in-tae ya?" "She," Moira spat as bits of potato hit her disappointed sister. "She tried to chat...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 13

"It's nice," Simon conceded as he returned to the lounge. "Just one thing missin'," he told her with a grin. "A naked Abigail." "Yeah, and on me knees with me face in ya lap..." Abigail told him with a smile. "I ain't that easy." "Well..." She looked at him and he pursed his lips. "Lisa said you wanted to run a sex school for desperate young men." The teenager laughed loudly. "Not quite," she moaned. "But ... well." She walked into the kitchen, and he followed her as...

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AbigailChapter 5

Their reconciliation marked the beginning of a perfect summer. There were very few days they weren't together, though some of them were taken up with study. Mike took Abigail to Norton Aerodrome at Lightwood. A former barrage-balloon site, it had been taken over by the Council as a driver-training centre, where, for a small fee a potential learner driver could be taken to acquire the rudiments of vehicle handling. It was also used for CBT, the training now required of would-be motor-cyclists...

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AbigailChapter 2

Abigail was both excited and nervous; she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone clothes shopping with her mother and for several years she'd got by with a combination of generic jeans – not form-fitting ones – and loose jumpers and hoodies. They rode into town on the bus. "Now, love," her mother said, "I don't think you want to be trendy, do you? Tell me if I'm wrong, but you'd like ... what was his name, Mike? ... to see you as an attractive young woman, but you don't really...

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AbigailChapter 3

Abigail had felt shy about meeting her parents when she got in the house. Her mother had 'accidentally' emerged from her room heading for the bathroom just at the right moment to meet her. "Good night, love?" The smile on her daughter's face was enough answer, but; "Lovely, thanks, Mum." "'Night, then. Sleep well!" And she did ... tired, even drained, but content, dreaming of love's embrace. Thursday morning, mid-morning she was in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee in front...

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AbigailChapter 6

Sherise was not a happy bunny. She'd thought she'd sorted Abigail, but here they were, obviously even closer than they had been, their body language proclaiming to anyone who had the eyes to see that they were intimate. What made it worse was the emotion in Abigail's expression when she looked at Sherise ... pity. She had no right to pity Sherise; just because she'd picked up one of her discards, even if Sherise had been intending to claim him back once he'd gained a proper understanding...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 11

There was a knock on the front door of the terraced house and Abigail looked up. "Not fer me," she muttered and stared at Moira and her parents sat around the table. Moira groaned and threw her fork down on the plate, striding down the small hall and flinging open the door. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira, please. Ah wanna spa'k to you." She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried....

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Abigail

Sara Jean hadn't been waiting long when Kirk the Realtor pulled up in his BMW. The tall, immaculately groomed man practically leapt from the car, walking quickly, hand extended, all the while flashing that toothy, brilliant smile that Sara Jean was sure he practiced for hours at a time each night. "Sara... ," he purred. "Sara Jean," she mentally corrected. " ... are you excited?" he asked as he performed the old 'grip and grin'. Despite her reflexive dislike for him, she was...

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Abigail and MoiraChapter 12

Abigail nervously fidgeted on the doorstep of the plush house of her ex as figures inside moved towards the door. She put her hands in her pockets and waited in the light drizzle. Simon answered it and stared at the wet teenager. "Come in," he offered and even cracked a wry smile. She paused briefly and, feeling disarmed by his smile, walked in. "I want to say sorry," she offered, and he gave a little grunt. "I must be losin' my touch," he told her. "'Cause I ain't had a girl...

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Abigail and Emily Ch 02

I’d expected Emily to be mortified that I’d found her sleeping naked outdoors, but she made no move to put her discarded bikini back on. Instead, she made idle chit-chat, stretching lazily in the sun. I treaded water as we talked, thinking to myself over and over, Act normal. Act normal. I was so rattled by my close call that I was shaking. I struggled to keep my voice calm. Emily showed no suspicion that I’d done anything while she was sleeping. I was so ashamed of what I’d done that I...

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Abigails cheating story 1

So, where do I start....well, I guess it began about a week before:"Jessica why are you bringing me such slutty clothes? You know I don't want to wear them!" Abigail said to her friend and college roommate, in the changing room at the clothes store, staring into the mirror at the whore outfit she'd been forced to try on. "Because we're going out dancing? To have fun? Remember having fun?!" Jessica replied teasingly. Jess was blonde, a real definition of a bimbo, she had perky D cup breasts, a...

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Abigail

My worries began slowly at first then speeded up - friends and workmates were settling into long term relationships in ever increasing numbers. If the trend continued I would soon be the only singleton left sitting at some sad singles bar. Saturday night and I was at home! - alone, feeling sorry for self, listening to Miyuu (what else?), researching; how do bisexual people cope in a long term relationship...all this while couples were sitting on sofas together and binge watching a...

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One Time In Tijuana

It has been one year since I got deported from California, and since then I have been living in Tijuana. During this past year I have had so many experiences that I will never forget, especially one experience that I’m having right now. It all happened to me just last week. It began on November 18 around noon time when I was going to meet a guy outside a movie theater in a location called Zona Rio. After waiting for half an hour, I knew this guy was never going to show up on my blind date, so I...

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Abigails Tale

**For the intended experience, make sure to click "Start Game" and make sure to avoid repeating chapters in a single play through.** The small village of Hillbend was utterly unremarkable. Proving to be a small farming hamlet, but near enough to a lake to provide some decent fishing as well. The Duke caring little for it's inhabitants, provided they continue to pay their taxes. But none-the-less, Hillbend is where our tale begins with the birth of a girl named Abigail. Born to a couple of...

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Abigail and Emily

I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I’d always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn’t mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...

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Abigails cheating story 3

Abigail was screaming her lungs out, she was lay down on her front on Jessica's bed, holding onto the golden toned thighs of the white queen in front of her, kissing and licking her pretty pink pussy that was already dripping with cum and not all of it Jess's. The gorgeous blonde lay on her back moaning, one hand playing with her own perky, big tits and the other pulling hard on Abi's dark hair. Abi wasn't screaming at that though, big strong dark hands were holding her hips, throwing her back...

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Abigail and Emily Ch 01

I had to stand up on my tiptoes to lift the latch and step into the backyard. I'd always gone to the front of the house in the past, but I knew Emily was already out at the pool, and wouldn't mind me coming straight back. The pool was up on a raised deck, with high hedges all around. I ascended the steps and saw Emily was laying out on a deck chair. I called out hello, but there was no response. I came a little closer and gasped. Emily was lying face down on the deck chair, entirely nude. Her...

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Abigails Choice Pt 1

“Please come home John... I miss you. I miss us. I’ll accept your punishment, I’ll submit to you. Just please come home.”He sighed, put his finger under my chin and lifted my face to look at him. “Abigail, go home. This isn’t the place.” I tried to look away again, but he wouldn’t let me. I closed my eyes as a tear trickled down my cheek. “Damnit Abigail look at me.” I opened my eyes“Please John, I-“He gripped my chin and tilted it up further, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Abigail, go straight...

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Abigails Choice Pt 2

Pt 2 “Will you submit, Abigail?”Rubbing my cheek against the top of his head I whispered “Yes, John. I will.”Pulling back he looked at me, staring for what seemed like minutes. “You’re sure?” His voice was husky. “No,” I smile a little, “but I want to be. Show me? Show me what it means to submit to you?”He leaned back on his heals, rested his flannel pants clad bottom on his heels. He pulled me up off the  the mattress, sliding the opened robe from my shoulders. “Gladly. On your knees Amoré,”...

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