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Icelandic Love: Part 1 free porn video
It was Friday night in Reykjavík. And it was also summer, so it wasn't really dark, although the sun was not visible. I went on a drive at 12:30 to visit a lesser-known hot spring. A few people were there in the water, which flowed off the spring and over the surrounding landscape of broken lava.
It is a spiritual experience for Icelanders, to be more or less naked, and standing in the fiery warmth of nature; with a cold, and windy sky roaring above. There was a couple there too, I think they were speaking French. They looked at me, probably because I did have the typical look of a Viking, short hair but a platted and brownish-red beard.
It bores me that people have become so obsessed with Viking culture, but without properly understanding it. I've met guys from America who claim to be Vikings, yet they don't speak a word of our tongue. To me, it is my tongue, my language. That is the living Norse spirit, which lives in me.
In fact, I was pretty old fashioned towards the modern world. I was totally straight. I'd only ever had relationships with women, where I was the typical manly man, who does outdoors stuff, and who goes to the gym of course. Ah, fuck. But I knew inside, that none of that really meant shit. I wasn't really sure who I was, and I was straight by default, imagining that a non-straight situation would never arise. It wasn't me, after all, the manly man.
This other lady walked into the pool, I turned, distracted by the splashing. She immediately made me think, 'Wow... she's beautiful.' And when I say a woman is beautiful, I don't mean her body, I mean her energy, the look of self in her eyes. And her body was also beautiful, on that note. Although, her body was a bit different. She had some things about her that were not typically feminine, even though everything about her was 'feminine'.
She had short, black hair, a cute nose and face, and beautiful blue eyes. She looked about 28, or 29. I was 35. She stood in the shallow water, looked across to me and smiled. I smiled back, and then looked away. Was she smiling in an 'attracted to this man' kind of way? I got the impression from her look, that she saw me as a good person who, she would feel comfortable talking to.
She got into the pool on the other side, facing me. She was wearing a swimming costume, which went over her chest, but she had no breasts at all. This was obviously a bit different. Her black swimsuit went down her relatively petite chest and waist, down to her slightly wider hips. I noticed that between her slender hips, there was a great bulge in her swimsuit. I think she noticed me looking, and gave a kind of innocent and happy smile, blushing slightly and stepped into the water.
'She probably doesn't have a penis,' I thought to myself, allowing my mind to wander towards Sunday's planned hiking adventure in the West Fjords. But really, I was trying to distract myself from wanting to talk to her, though I did want to. Her smile invited kindness and friendliness, and I wanted to receive her, with the same kindness and goodness.
At about 1 am, the French people left, and the mysterious girl began to speak with me. She had the most beautiful voice, and the cutest smile I had ever seen. We flirted and looked at one another. She was just amazing. I kept noticing things. Imagining what it would be like, to be holding her in this pool, and kissing. But, with no breasts pressing between us, just the flatness of our chests. Maybe I would be sitting on her lap, my legs around her. I wondered if I would feel her hand against my arse, as we kissed. With her holding me tightly. Her arms were thin and feminine, but had cute muscles too. I imagined her arms around me, holding me to her chest. I would feel safe there, loved. I imagined what we then might do. I snapped out of the thoughts.
Before I knew it, this is what was happening. We kissed romantically. Her arms were around me and I saw that she had dark, underarm hair. Her wild, more masculine qualities, blended beautifully with her feminine energy. She looked at me and I saw a goddess, touching my chest in the warm water, and running her fingers over my chest hair.
She held me in her arms, after our kissing had somehow, naturally become so much closer and more romantic; as though we already knew one another. She then said, "I'm camping at this campsite nearby. And then tomorrow I'm flying back from Keflavík to meet my husband. Would you like to come back to my tent?"
I set myself back slightly. And replied, "But, you have a husband, that makes things different."
"No, we have an open marriage. So, it's okay, he won't mind, and this is what I want to do."
She looked into my eyes and smiled, a warm smile, which made me feel very at ease.
"By the way, you need to know something", she said, holding my hand and moving it down her swimsuit.
I felt the bobbing movement on a big cock, inside her suit, through the fabric, it was hard. A part of me was thinking, 'this isn't me.' Whilst the other part of me felt extremely happy, and turned on. Especially that being kissed by me, would be making her so hard. Either way, I liked her. She was lovely, and we both wanted to connect with each other.
"Hmm, seems like it's okay then," she said, smiling and stepping out of the pool. Her erection looked unnaturally large in her swimsuit, and against her relatively slender body, although she was nearly as tall as me. Giggling and laughing, we ran back to my car through the cold air, not bothering to get changed. It only took five minutes to drive to the campsite. We both knew that there would be sparks and sweat, as soon as we stepped into her tent.
Her tent was large enough, and felt warm because of the extra layer on the inside. We fell into a sea of blankets, and began kissing again. Her arms holding me to her, and stroking down my bare back. Soon my swimming shorts were pushed against her crotch as we kissed, magically, holding each other and kissing. We began to grind our hips in a sexual motion. Our hips meant that our cocks were touching, through our swimsuits. I remember thinking, 'Wow, why is this so beautiful, and why does it feel so much like me? Why does my body seem to tell me, that this is natural?'
We undressed and she turned off the lamp. Lying upon her again, we repeated the same action, this time, her big cock was sprung upward to touch mine. She took them both in her hand, and began to jerk us off together. Slowly, I felt her stretchy foreskin, being rubbed against mine, and my cock seemed to become harder and more sensitive, than it had ever been before.
"Do you want to try 69?" she asked.
"Would you like to?" I asked, stroking my hands down her, as she continued to move her hips. My hands touched her erect penis, feeling her warm girth in my hands. She jerked her hips a little more, giggling a little and sighing with pleasure.
"I want to. I want to suck you, and if you suck me, then I'll make you mine."
I climbed over her again, and she stroked our cocks together in her hand, kissing me gently.
"I want to suck your cock, goddess," I replied, whispering gently to her ear.
She pulled me closer, and whispered to my ear, "Then, suck my big cock, Viking."
And so, I turned around over her, kneeling down over her crotch. I felt her hands on my cock, drawing it into the wetness of her mouth, shortly followed by the rough sounds of sexual sucking.
My fingers ran through her richly thick pubic hair, smelling the magical, and unfamiliar aroma of her cock. I held her cock in my hands, familiarizing myself with its girth, sliding her loose, and thick foreskin back and forth. I had never felt another cock before, nor had I ever expected I would, especially not the cock of a beautiful, and kind woman.
The closer I held it to my face, the harder I became. Smelling it, against my face in the darkness. My curiosity brought me to explore its length with my fingers, feel the softness of her beautiful hairy bush. I knew it was right, hearing her suck me, and feeling pleasure swell in my body, so, I took her dick to my lips. Tasting the thick head. I'm sure that my body had a tiny orgasm, as I felt how easily she slid between my lips, her massive wand sliding into my mouth, and filling it. It slid in more, and she moaned, with her lips against my dick.
Now that she was inside me, I felt consumed by this woman, and by my love for her. Our bodies were now truly locked, and she had made me hers. I was hers, and I wanted to always be hers. As I licked down her dick, and around the head, I became more and more hers.
Our bodies were held, with one of my hands holding tightly around her thigh. My other hand played with her enormous balls, they flowed like warm, furry love in my hand, and her swelling cock took away the innocence of my lips.
We began to rock our hips in a fucking motion. First me, so gently and slowly, and closely held. Then her, her hips rocked upwards to meet me, helped by my hand, gripping her thigh. She was fucking my mouth, and moaning sweetly. I was so connected to this woman's heart, her beautiful eyes, and the way she looked at me. And now, I was consumed by her. Moving my hips like a wild thing, pressed to her, as my body willingly opened itself to her, the sensation of her thick cock fucking my mouth, roughly, sliding in and out. Her cock overwhelmed me, my body felt spiritually linked to hers. We loved, tasted, and fucked one another. Her hand gripped my ass, and we fucked each other wildly, moving and making noises. We were like two beautiful monsters, feeling love and joy. Her hips fucked me, and my mouth became hers to fuck.
We were both breathing faster, and moaning, with sounds that blended, and were between being masculine or feminine. Even my own moans were not so masculine, as I realised the joy of her fucking my mouth. Our hands gripped each other's asses. I moved my hand down to her dangly balls, massaging them, stretching them, as I took her deep into my mouth.
"Finish me!" She said frantically, sucking my cock again, as unbelievable sensations ran through my body. I felt these beautiful sensations all over my body, especially as our skin touched together, it felt electric. But also I felt butterflies in my chest, and all of these sensations felt shared. Our love, and our emotions, were beating together, love passed between our hearts, and to every sensation in our bodies.
I moved her thick, and loose foreskin with more speed. Only the tip of her cock was in my mouth, the head between my lips. She was moaning so loudly, my hand pulling her foreskin back and forth, my tongue pressing the hole at the end of her dick, and licking over its round, bulbous surface.
I came first, moaning with pleasure, crying out, with the same feminine sounds that she made. I felt waves of pleasure jump through my body, like a spiritual lightning. And I just kept cumming. This had never happened before. My body shook wildly, and I cried out. My ass was pushed out, and I felt my dick, bringing heaven-like sensations to my body. I felt cum squirting, and as she continued to play with me, I felt it leaking and splashing from my dick. I continued to moan, and shake my body, with her big cock still sliding between my lips. Even though I had already cum, I still felt turned on. The moment felt so beautiful, like heaven. And my dick and ass region felt amazing, as though the orgasm had changed into a spiritual, sexual sensation. I felt liberated, and I still wanted to suck her. I could feel orgasmic waves, running through my body, like the waves on an ocean of love.
I could feel my cum on her face, as she rubbed it gently. I could feel that there was cum on her cheeks,, which touched against my cock. The electrical waves of pleasure continued, but relaxed, as though relaxing into a magical wave, that took me to a state of complete freedom. It felt like we were both floating in heaven.
And then she came. Moaning, screaming, her hips shook wildly and then she became tense. As she came, she began to gently suck me again. A rhythm of new sensation ran through my body, never before had I felt so turned on, after I had already cum. It was a different experience of being turned on. She sucked me gently, and I cried with joy and new sensations. Sweet wetness filled my mouth, and then great clumps of stringy jelly exploded from her. It flowed down my throat, as I swallowed it instinctively, wanting to take her into myself as much as I could, feeling love and immensely happy. When I had swallowed, I was breathing heavily, and she was too, cuddling my legs. I let her cock gently slide from my mouth, as the orgasmic waves continued to rock, and to penetrate us both. More cum squirted from her cock, and onto my nose. I felt it flow down her length, as I gently rubbed it. We collapsed into one another and held each other, now even more tightly.
Quickly, we arranged ourselves so that we could cuddle, holding each other with such a love. The whole sexual experience had been leading to this moment. She turned on the lantern, and we both saw how much we were smiling. Genuine, beautiful happiness. Her eyes were bright as she looked at me, and she kissed my lips, as though I was her husband at the wedding ceremony. We were both giggling and smiling, without words to describe the closeness. She giggled, and licked a little of her cum off my nose. She kissed my forehead, and then held me tightly to her chest, which was by now shining with sweat. We both were. We still felt the lightness and beauty of the orgasm within us. The glow of unexplainable happiness, which brought real magic into that small, warm tent.
Holding her tightly in my arms, and kissing her cheek, I spoke. "Will you come back to Iceland?"
She kissed my forehead, and smiled a real, warm smile. The afterglow of our sex seemed to glow and radiate from her face, it was as though the love was shining from us both.
"I think I might have to. I really want to spend more time with you," she replied.
"As do I with you," I replied. "Will your husband be okay with you visiting me again?"
"I need to tell him about this, and about you," she said, running her fingers over my hand.
She kissed my forehead again, and made a cute noise as she hugged up close to me.
"Unless you decide this situation is too weird, then there's no reason why we can't. It's going to be hard not to think about you, my love."
We spent the whole night in each other's arms. Waking sometimes and exchanging cute noises. We gave each other sweet kisses throughout the night, and early in the morning, she held me and placed one leg over me. She made more cute noises, saying my name and holding me tight. I sleepily planted kisses upon her forehead, and we both fell back to sleep in that position. We did meet again, of course. And I met her husband. But that my friends, is another story to be told.
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