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Barcelona Beauties Ch. 02

By: Artist1



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 


2: Carmen


Over the next two weeks, Vesna made nocturnal visits to my room every other night. We were discrete about it and if anyone knew (except Kiraz, of course) nothing was said about it, at least not in my presence. Kiraz, for her part, continued to show off for me on the patio. On the two mornings a week we had the place to ourselves, Kiraz laid out completely naked for me while I painted or drew her nude figure. Twice she got so worked up that she masturbated in front of me. She asked me to lick and fuck her once. Since Vesna mainly wanted to suck my cock and swallow my come, I couldn't complain.

I was also getting to know Carmen. We attended the same program and had art in common. We frequented walked to the institute together and met in the café for lunch. I enjoyed her vivacious company and discretely (I thought) admired her cleavage. 

Carmen was impetuous and one evening I came back to the house to find that Carmen had gone on a shopping spree at the Boqueria, the Eiffel tower of produce markets. She had bought all kinds of produce and several large fish. When I came into the kitchen she exclaimed, "Chingale! Claude. I bought this fish and don't even know how to cook it." 

As a Seattle boy I knew all about cooking fish. Had I been wearing long sleeves, I would have rolled them up. At any rate, I got to work preparing the fish. A few months ago I had admired the fish in the market too and had learned the Catalan names for the local seafood but at that time my only kitchen was the hotplate in my studio. Now I got to work turning monkfish into skewers for the grill, wrapping the monkish in bacon strips, layered between pieces of red bell pepper. I prepared a garlic and parsley butter for the lluç (or hake) as I had enjoyed it in local restaurants. 

Carmen made Mexican sopa de arroz, a salad with goat cheese, and steamed a whole pot full of artichokes. I prepared Catalan pa amb tomàquet—crusty bread smeared with the insides of local tomatoes and drizzled with olive oil to go with the meal. Carmen and I were drinking wine, laughing and joking as we cooked and really having a good time. Carmen was fun to be around and a real beauty too. 

When the others came home, everyone remarked on the wonderful smells and we had to kick them out of the kitchen until we were ready to serve the feast. The meal set a new standard for the house and the appreciative students praised Carmen and I with nearly every bite. 

Afterwards, no one would let us touch the dishes but pushed us out to the patio to relax after all our work. There was a rattan couch under the portico and Carmen and I sat down, facing each other. Carmen drew her feet under her and sighed with pleasure, her breasts heaving, her whole body flushed with wine and the heat of the kitchen. 

Suddenly Carmen grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips. I held her to me and felt her breasts against my chest. Carmen breathed wine in my face, her face glowing, "come up to my room, Claude" she insisted. For a second I thought of Vesna, but she had clearly told me that she didn't want a boyfriend and encouraged my activities with Kiraz, oohing and ahing over my paintings of the petite exhibitionist. My conscience clear, I let Carmen lead me by the hand up the back stairs, to avoid the gaze of the roommates.

Once in her room, Carmen faced me and said, "I haven't had sex in six months. I don't want a boyfriend but will you please just fuck me." 

"Of course I will" I assented, "you don't need to ask me twice." 

Carmen pushed me onto her bed and tore at my clothes until I lay there naked, my cock pointing to the ceiling. Carmen unhooked her skirt and let it fall to the ground then pulled her blouse over her head. She was wearing a sexy black bra and panty set, looking like a hot 60s Bond girl. 

Carmen turned around and pulled her panties down over her round ass, while slowly swaying her hips for my benefit. Last, she turned around and unfastened her bra, pushing her breasts together then letting them swing free. They were full and firm with big red nipples, and she quickly brought them down on my face for my tongue to explore. 

Carmen reached back to stroke my cock while urging me "lick them, suck them, bite them." As I attacked Carmen's breasts she eased her wet pussy down on my cock and started bouncing energetically, urging me to fuck her, to bite her, to lick her, the whole time. This was impossibly hot. I grabbed Carmen's ass and pulled her even harder against me. I realized we were being really loud but I didn't care and Carmen didn't seem worried either. 

We were entirely present in the moment, in the confrontation of our flesh, in a ragged rhythm that brought us into unison. Carmen came with a yell. I was about to blow too when she said, "don't come in me. Come on my tits!" I pulled out and knelt over Carmen as she laid back against the pillows and pushed her breasts together, flicking her engorged nipples with her fingers. "Blow your cum on me! Drench my tits!" Carmen urged and I blew, spattering her luscious breasts as she moaned through what seemed to be another little orgasm while she rubbed my cum all over her breasts. 

Coming back to earth, Carmen told me, "Claude, I really needed that. Now I need to shower and get some sleep, but don't worry. We'll do this again." 

"Sure Carmen," I agreed, feeling like taking a shower and collapsing myself. 

"Come here," she said, and gave me a long tender kiss. I put on my clothes, which smelled of sweat, barbecue and fish, and quietly went down the back stairs and into my apartment. I reflected on my good luck. It was only the fourth week in September and I had already become lovers with three of my housemates. As I showered and thought about Carmen my cock began to harden, but damn, it was sore from that pounding. 

I dried off and climbed naked under the single sheet when I heard a tap at the door. "Come in" I said, suddenly anticipating that Vesna had discovered that she actually was jealous and did want a boyfriend after all. 

"That was so hot!" she exclaimed as she entered. "You two nearly knocked the place down." 

"So it was that obvious? I rejoined. 

"The others were in the kitchen banging dishes around so they didn't notice until near the end. But Kiraz saw you two slip away. She came and got me and we listened outside the door the whole time." This was pretty exciting to contemplate. 

"So you just listened?" I asked.

"Well we couldn't see in but...oh...I know what you mean. Well Kiraz fingered herself and I'm pretty sure she came. I wanted to come in there and lick all that cum off Carmen's boobs but I chickened out. I don't know if she would have appreciated that."

With these new images in my mind, my cock began to rise again, sore or not. "Do you have anything left for me" Vesna asked sweetly. I looked at her, and felt that pang of tenderness I knew I would have to guard against. 

"Vesna, you're the best non-girlfriend a guy could ask for." As Vesna sucked the head of my cock and gently stroked my shaft and balls, I alternated thinking about Carmen's awesome body, and thinking about Kiraz fingering herself at the door, and looking down on Vesna's supple body in real time as her head moved up and down on my cock. 

As I got harder and started moaning, Vesna looked me straight in the eye. I spurted into her mouth. Vesna's body shook in a powerful orgasm as she whimpered and swallowed my load. I pulled her to me and while I'm usually not one of those guys who falls asleep immediately after sex, that night I was out when my head hit the pillow. I woke up in the morning with Vesna's body entwined with mine. As I traced a finger across her delicate collar bone I thought to myself: I could definitely get used to this.

Barcelona Beauties Ch. 03



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

3: Llora

After the bout with Carmen, I noticed that the women who had taken me for granted seemed to regard me with a more appreciative eye. In general they were more chummy with me. Bilan didn't warm up much and Chhaya was afraid to meet my gaze but everyone else showed me real warmth. Maybe it was just the portraits and the cooking but I didn't think so. One day I was in the kitchen when I heard Yara enter the dining room and ask Farah, "Is the stud cooking tonight?" 

"Oh yeah, Dr. Love is making sauce." 

They laughed and then I heard Yara say, "Oh shit, is he...?" And then I didn't hear anything else. 

At any rate I was now firmly entrenched in the house, and not just the patio, by virtue of my culinary skills which were now deemed indispensable to a decent meal. One evening I was cooking with Llora. She was helping me practice Catalan while showing me how to make fideu, a dish similar to the more famous paella but made with small noodles instead of rice. She was a kind and open person, and really attractive although eclipsed by the glamour or intensity of some of the other women. 

Everyone gathered for a glass of wine (except Chhaya who didn't drink) while we waited for the fideu. I opened a nice bottle of Penedès from the region and poured refills for those who needed them. Farah was already buzzed and called out, "yoo-hoo, houseboy, I require service." 

I gave her a look and said, "be careful what you ask for," getting a laugh from the others at Farah's expense. Farah brushed off the teasing and thanked me for the wine in a less boisterous voice. Farah probably rubbed some people the wrong way but I really didn't mind her loudness. In a way, her volume matched her appearance with her hot cocoa body, wild hair and emerald eyes. Besides, I certainly didn't mind being teased by such a beauty.

Llora came out with the fideu, pa amb tomàquet (crusty bread rubbed with tomato), and asparagus with romesco sauce. Everyone praised Llora's cooking and she was quick to acknowledge my contribution even though I had really just followed her directions. 

Llora went on, "and Claude already speaks Catalan, and he's only been here four months." She was being generous about my language skills but I appreciated the encouragement. 

Sylvie put in, "I would like to learn it. It is very close to Provencal which my grandmother speaks. I don't know when I will have time." 

Farah scoffed, "well it's not a very useful language and its not pretty at all. Besides they all speak Spanish so why bother?" 

I saw Llora's face fall. She was deeply hurt and turned away. Now I was pissed at Farah. "Farah," I said. "what you said is very hurtful. The Catalan language was banned during the dictatorship and even afterwards many people felt ashamed to speak their own native tongue in their own land" (I had learned the history in class.) "English, Spanish or French aren't in danger of extinction," I continued, "but Catalan was headed that way. I think we should respect and support the efforts to maintain the Catalan language."

Wow. I had just given a political speech and corrected the bossy Farah. Sylvie put in, "Claude is right. Provencal is dying out and it's probably too late to save it. My grandmother is very sad to think about it." 

Llora was quietly crying and went out to the patio. Farah tried to defend herself, saying, "I didn't mean to offend anyone, I was just..."

"Farah, unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth is an apology, I think you should just be quiet," said Carmen forcefully. I was still mad that Farah had wounded Llora in this way and then tried to make excuses. I followed Llora onto the patio.  

Llora's eyes were still teary. She spoke to me in Catalan: "I so appreciate what you said. After all my parents and grandparents went through in the Civil War and the dictatorship, to be told that everything they suffered is, is frivolous..." I was amazed that I understood her perfectly. 

I took Llora's hand to comfort her and spoke to her in halting Catalan: "I feel bad about this." 

"You have nothing to feel bad about," she interrupted. "By saying what you said and by making the effort to learn..." Llora started to cry again and I held her to me. Llora hugged me tightly and let out a sigh. Her full breasts pressed against my chest and she laid her head on my shoulder. "Let's go for a walk," she suggested.

Speaking (mostly in Catalan) about our lives and the world, Llora and I walked hand in hand to the cathedral, to the plaça Sant Jaume, and down the narrow lanes where we got lost and found again several times until about one in the morning when we returned to the house. 

In the dark patio, Llora turned to me and said: "I thought that you and Vesna...but she said that she doesn't want a boyfriend. And then with Carmen. But she also said that it is not like that. I also, don't want a boyfriend. But I don't want to be alone tonight. You are so kind. Will you...?" 

"Of course," I consented. I found Llora attractive but with her laidback energy I was still thinking that she just wanted to snuggle all night. I could live with that. 

When we got to Llora's room there was a note on the door from Farah. It read: "Em sap greu" or, "I'm sorry," in Catalan. Llora and I smiled at each other. She closed the door and slowly removed her clothes. She didn't try to be seductive and somehow that was just a new kind of hotness to me. Naked in the moonlight coming through the window, Llora approached me and gently removed my clothes. She embraced me and rubbed her soft breasts against me. She gently kissed my neck and then my lips. 

"I'm still on my period," she said without embarrassment. "But I would like to please you." 

Llora slid her hand down to my cock, already standing at attention. She gently pushed me to sit down on the bed and then knelt before me, gazing at my cock while she held it softly. Llora then put her mouth next to my cock and breathed on it. I could feel the heat coming from her mouth and she hadn't even touched me with her lips. She then rubbed her silky black hair over my cock while holding my balls with both hands. This made me so hard I could have almost cum right in her hair. Then Llora breathed on my cock again, and placed her tongue against the tip of my cock, tapping the head with her tongue while breathing on it and slowly stroking me with her soft hands. 

Her stroking became regular and the tapping became licking and soon my cock head was dripping with Llora's saliva and my precum. This sexual encounter was almost more like meditation than what I had thought of as hot sex. But Llora's technique kept me on the edge for ages. 

When I finally came it was like an electric jolt. Llora kept licking my cock head while I pumped out my cum into her mouth and all over her lips. Llora closed her eyes in pleasure and rubbed my wet cock on her face until I was soft again. 

"Lie down" she softly directed me and went out to the bathroom. When she returned she smelled freshly washed. Llora took a warm wet washcloth and gently cleaned my cock, and balls and even my ass. When she lay down beside me, Llora said, "You have the other women. I don't want to ask anything. But if I can ever give you pleasure. I would like to take care of you." I fell asleep in perfect peace.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 04



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 



Things continued though October. It was still warm enough for Kiraz to lay out naked for me during the day but one day she said: "this doesn't excite me as much anymore." 

At this I feared losing my sexy model but Kiraz continued, "there's no real risk being naked on the patio. I want to expose myself where I might get caught." I thought about it and I found the idea exciting as well. "I don't know if I want to be somewhere where children or grandmothers might see me. But I want to be seen." 

"What about a dance club," I suggested. Kiraz considered for a moment. 

"Yes, that could be just right. And you and Vesna could be there to protect me." I was liking this idea. We made a plan for Friday night.

Friday night arrived. At about 11:00 pm, Kiraz and Vesna came downstairs to meet me. Vesna was dressed to the nines in a black and white mini skirt, boots and crop top. She threw on a little jacket at the door after pirouetting for me. Kiraz wore a knee length jacket buttoned all the way up and some platform shoes that brought her up to about 5'2". I figured that whatever was underneath the coat was the surprise. 

We arrived at the club at about 11: 45 and it was filling up. None of us were regular club goers and the thumping music, lasers, fog and other effects seemed cheesy at first but after a drink or two, we started to get into the spirit of the thing. 

"Let's dance!" exclaimed Kiraz, and the three of us headed for the middle of the room, Kiraz leading us by the hands. Kiraz removed her coat and handed it to me. "Can you take this to coat check please?" she asked. Kiraz wore what can barely be described as a dress. It was gossamer thin and when the light hit it directly it was completely transparent displaying her brown nipples and round little ass to anyone who cared to look. 

I rushed to check the coat and get back to see what would happen. Kiraz and Vesna were dancing, talking in each other's ear from time to time. I joined them, enjoying the sight of the two sexy petite women. The dance floor became crowded, Vesna and I closely flanked Kiraz who would turn and rub her ass against my crotch or present it for Vesna to fondle. 

Kiraz turned her ass towards me again but she had lifted the dress up to her waist, leaving her completely naked below. No one seemed to notice, the people squished against us were in their own worlds. Vesna and I were caressing Kiraz as she rubbed against us. She seemed to be floating in her excitement. 

I reached a finger to flick her clit. Her pussy was soaking wet. Kiraz lifted the dress all the way off, wadded it into a ball and gave it to me. Her eyes seemed wild. Her lips settled into an intense smile as if she were drugged. But in a good way. I stuffed the dress in my pants pocket as if it were a handkerchief. 

The music changed again and a little space cleared around us. Kiraz was dancing by herself and people had noticed. Vesna and I gave people to understand they weren't to touch her. Soon, we were surrounded by about 50 people with their attention focused on the petite, gyrating body of Kiraz. They were shouting in rhythm and pounding their fists up and down. She had triggered a kind of bacchanal in the club and she was in another world. 

At the top of the stairs I saw a bouncer respond to a walkie -talkie. He peered into the darkness in our direction and started down the stairs. I motioned to Vesna and we pulled the dress back onto Kiraz' sweating body. Kiraz was in a trance and let us lead her away to the coat check where she was able to cover up. 

We left the club and walked a few blocks to the taxi stand. Once in a taxi, Kiraz, who was sitting between Vesna and I, took off her coat again and laid down across our laps. The driver couldn't see as Vesna pulled and pinched Kiraz' nipples and I slowly finger fucked her as she writhed on top of us. At a stop light, a group of young people were waiting to cross the street. One of them noticed Kiraz and they all gaped and then started whooping. The driver muttered something about British tourists, not realizing that his fares were the object of their ruckus. 

At home, we poured Kiraz out of the cab. The driver now noticed her dress. His eyes went wide. We got into the house and went to Kiraz' bedroom. Vesna left the door open and started talking to Kiraz, telling her about all the people who saw her naked body tonight. Vesna told Kiraz about all the wet dreams the people who saw her would be having. 

Kiraz tore off the dress again and finally spoke in a breathy voice: "I need to fuck." Vesna and I undressed and Vesna got on her knees to suck my cock until it was very hard and wet. Kiraz bent over her bed, looking back at me and wiggling her ass. Vesna took my cock in her hand and guided it into Kiraz' slippery but very tight pussy. I moaned as I felt my cock sucked into her tight hole, my hands gripping her tiny ass as I gradually built up the pace of my fucking.

Vesna knelt beneath us, caressing my balls and Kiraz' clit. Vesna tried to lick my balls but I was slamming into Kiraz too fast and furiously. We were so charged with the eroticism of Kiraz' public display. Kiraz was moaning and tossing her head around, her hair flying wildly where it wasn't sticking to her face. I knew what she wanted but in case I wasn't' sure, Vesna started talking to me: "fuck her little pussy, pound her tight little cunt, fuck her till she screams, fuck her! And then pour your cum down my throat. I'm going to cum so hard when I taste your cum. I'm going to swallow it all!" Kiraz screamed and shook so hard that beads of sweat spattered all over me. 

Kiraz collapsed on the bed as I spurted, groaning, into Vesna's pretty mouth. After the first spurt, Vesna closed her lips around the head of my cock and rapidly polished the bottom of it with her vibrating tongue. Vesna moaned like a dying animal and shook as her orgasm coursed through her body, gulping down my come and pushing the full length of my cock down her throat. My legs felt like jelly and I feared I was going to fall right on Vesna.

I thought I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and looked out in to the darkness beyond the door. At that moment, someone who had probably been woken up by the noise, turned on the hall light revealing a stunned looking Yara and Farah just outside the door. "Shit" said Yara. 

"We were just... shit" said Farah. 

Vesna chuckled and said, "you might as well come in." 

Yara and Farah wore T-shirts and panties with their hair tied back in ponytails, Farah's braided. They both had long brown legs, feet and toes. Farah's skin a cocoa hue and Yara's darker with a reddish tone. On most occasion, the women's breasts and asses would have been the focus of attention but the loose T-shirts screened off these attractions and emphasized their lovely legs and feet. Squeezing into the room's only chair with Vesna, I drank in the sight of the two voyeurs as they meekly entered the room, closed the door and sat crossed legged on the floor. In Yara's case this put her pink panty covered mound on display as her T-shirt rode up.

Vesna took the initiative: "we left the door open. Are you figuring this out?" Farah nodded. Absently, Yara began to rub the insole of her right foot with her thumbs. I found this sight to be so erotic. I imagined running my tongue along that insole and sucking on her long toes, adorned with deep orange nail polish. 

Vesna continued with her characteristic frankness: "Kiraz gets off on being seen. I get off on cum." She then recounted the history of our encounters including the events in the dance club that evening. Farah sat in rapt attention. Yara's hands were in her lap and seemed to be discretely tapping her clit, her eyes unfocused while she conjured some imaginary scene.

"Claude has been there for us. Accepting us without judging us or making demands." Vesna said. "And you know that he's taken care of Carmen's needs, about the way he cooks for all of us, and how he stood up for Llora." 

Farah looked abashed and Yara seemed to come back to earth. I felt bad for Farah and put in, "You know Farah, I think we can put that behind us now. Llora accepted your apology and the fact is that six months ago, any of us might have held a similar opinion, including me, even if we might not have said it in Llora's presence." 

"Thanks, Claude," Farah said with some emotion. "And thanks for correcting me too. I learned something." 

Now Yara spoke up. "Claude, it seems like you just serve the needs of others. Isn't there something you want? I mentally staggered to consider this opening of new possibilities. 

"I haven't thought of any of this as a hardship." I said with a smile. "My experiences have exceeded the hopes I came with." 

"Yes," Farah put in, "but everyone has their kink, the thing that really gets them off." I thought about this. 

"Perhaps I'm not so specialized because all of this gets me off." I continued, "in a way, the intimacy itself, having a woman tell me her desire and including me in it, is a tremendous turn on. And the human connection is really special to me even though the sex might be regarded as casual." I paused. "You know, it's not casual to me. It's just not exclusive."

Vesna was resting against me, eyes closed, her hand lightly caressing my chest. I concluded, "if someone trusts me with her fantasy, I have to say that's a big turn on." 

"Claude," Yara responded, "another time, soon, I will tell you my kink. But isn't there anything you've been fantasizing about? Is there anyone you've been hot for?" 

I found myself saying something that wouldn't have come out of my mouth a few months, even a few days before. "Well, Yara, for a start, I'd like to see you and Farah naked." Farah and Yara looked at each other and then at the sleeping Kiraz and myself and Vesna, all of us naked. 

Yara asked Farah, "do you think your boyfriend would mind?" 

Farah frowned, "we broke up." 

"Okay," Yara said and pulled her T-shirt up over her head revealing perfect B cup breasts with perfectly proportioned dark red nipples and areolas that I instantly wanted to touch. Vesna flicked my nipple and I felt a jolt to my cock.

Farah took off her shirt. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and brown. I drank in the sight of the two goddesses now wearing only panties. They weren't shy about their bodies but weren't self-consciously posing either. Yara then peeled down her panties and poked Farah to do the same. Farah had curly public hair that was closely trimmed. Yara was completely hairless. I gulped and my cock jumped. "Well, we're all naked now," said Farah, "what's next?"

I was surprised that Farah had now also opened the possibility of something more. My body was pretty exhausted but my cock was definitely ready for something. I did have a kink as I had come to realize. As I looked at the two lovelies, gazing over their gorgeous bodies, I came back to their graceful legs, feet and toes. Farah's toes shone with a clear polish. She had high arches and her long brown toes tended to curl up. In the dim light, Yara was examining the half dozen naked paintings of Kiraz on the wall behind her before turning back to face me.

"I want you to caress me with your beautiful, sexy feet," I said.

Yara and Vesna both exclaimed little sighs of delight. Farah looked uncertain. "Sit against the bed," suggested Yara. Vesna moved to allow me off the chair. Yara and I faced each other cross legged on the floor. She then stretched out her feet and slid them up my thighs, resting one graceful foot on each side of my cock. Vesna sat on the edge of the chair in rapt attention, her face already flushed with excitement. Farah held back. 

"Farah, get over her," commanded Yara, gesturing for Farah to sit near her and a bit closer to me. "Rub your feet on his chest," she instructed. 

Now I was being caressed with the sexy feet of two women as I gazed on their beautiful faces and bodies. As Yara began to slide her toes up and down my shaft, I grabbed one of Farah's feet and brought her toes to my lips. I sucked one toe after another into my mouth and tongued between each one. Farah was trembling and biting her lip. She looked so hot and also vulnerable in a way I wouldn't have imagined.

"Let's trade," suggested Yara, moving forward while Farah moved back. Now Farah wrapped her toes around my cock, at first not as gracefully as Yara but soon it was feeling extremely good. She also took one foot and caressed my balls while squeezing the head of my cock with the other toes. 

Yara rubbed my neck and face with her feet and then offered a toe to my mouth. Yara's toes were truly works of art. I sucked and licked them and Yara moaned and began to rub her slick bald pussy, her legs spread right in front of me. Vesna reached down to caress my shoulders, to kiss my ear and whisper in it, "I want to lick your cum off her toes."

Vesna grabbed Yara's other foot and began to lick and suck Yara's toes. Yara's neck and breasts glistened with perspiration as she rubbed her clit to an orgasm. Yara pulled her feet away from us to catch her breath while Farah continued to stroke my cock with her lovely feet. "This might be better if it was wetter," said Yara and she came forward to suck my cock into her mouth. 

Farah kept her feet gripping the base of my cock while Yara sucked up and down, coating my cock with saliva until Farah's feet were wet too. Vesna got down on the floor and was watching with her face just inches away while she reached down to stroke my balls. I was so hard and so turned on. While the sights and bodily sensations of the three women in front of me engulfed me I could also smell the delicate scent of Kiraz just behind me on the bed. 

Yara pulled her mouth off my cock, leaving it covered with saliva, and sat in front of me again, wrapping her toes around my cock, while Farah caressed my balls and thighs with her feet. 

"I want to see you cum on her feet" whispered Vesna. "Spurt on those pretty toes." 

Getting the hint, Yara joined in, "cum on my feet, cum on my toes, I want you to cum on me." 

Farah wasn't saying anything but she was biting her lip with lust, and seemed to beg me with her eyes to cum. Vesna held out her tongue by my cock head, swiping her tongue over Yara's toes and moaning in anticipation. Yara continued to urge me on verbally, "cum on my pretty toes." I grunted and spurted a high jet into the air, followed by a series of others that splattered Yara's and Farah's feet while Vesna nearly hyperventilated. 

I reached under Vesna to caress her wet pussy. This was her moment. Continuing to breathe heavily, Vesna trembled as she descended to lick up my come. The largest amount was on Yara's toes which Vesna hungrily sucked into her mouth. Trembling and moaning, Vesna carefully cleaned every part of Yara's feet with her tongue and then turned her attention to Farah. Farah's face took on a look of alarm. Was she ticklish? A still trembling Vesna licked and sucked Farah's glamorous feet and toes. It appeared that she continued to have little orgasms. Farah breathed heavily then suddenly reached for her pussy and rubbed herself to a wracking orgasm in what seemed to be about 20 seconds. 

Finished with Farah, Vesna licked my softened cock of any cum that was left, and then held my whole cock in her mouth while breathing in my scent. Finally she pulled off and collapsed against the chair. The four of us looked at each other, our breath slowing down. It must have been about four in the morning. 

"That was great," Yara sighed. 

Farah agreed, saying, "I'm going to sleep until the afternoon." 

Yara stood up and put on her t-shirt, balling up her panties in one hand. Yara then straddled me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. Looking at Vesna, Yara then straddled her. Vesna reached up to pull Yara's face to her own and they kissed and licked each other passionately for about a minute. Yara stood up and left. 

Farah looked a little distressed. She put on her panties and her t-shirt. "Are you okay, Farah?" I asked. 

Vesna added. "You don't have to kiss me just because Yara did."

"That's not it," replied Farah. "I'm scared because... I want to."

Vesna stood up, her pale slender frame and pert breasts contrasted with the darkness of the room, lit only by the bedside lamp. Vesna embraced the taller Farah and lifted her face to be kissed. Farah, so beautiful and sweetly vulnerable, bent down to kiss Vesna. Their kisses were gentle and Farah reached around to caress the smoothness of Vesna's back, down to her lean hips and rounded ass. 

"Thank you," sighed Farah, and she then left the room. Vesna and I covered Kiraz, turned off the light and went to Vesna's room. I had never slept there before and this felt like a new level of intimacy with Vesna. I guess we weren't worried about discretion any more.

The next morning was Saturday. Vesna and I stayed in bed for hours, talking, caressing and making love. We fucked for the first time, face to face in the filtered morning sunlight. I was really in love with her. I wanted to tell her but was worried about crossing the boyfriend barrier since she had foreclosed that possibility from the beginning. Besides, exclusivity was clearly not what either of us desired. 

Reading my mind as she was so good at doing, Vesna said, "look, you said last night that just because it's not exclusive doesn't mean it's casual, that there isn't a lot of tenderness." 

I nodded. "Thanks for saying that Vesna," I replied. "I really don't want to possess you but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love you." There. I'd said it. 

Vesna smiled so beautifully and said, "Claude. I love you very much. And you can love the others too. And so can I. Now let's get some breakfast." 



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 05



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

5: Yara's kink

When Vesna and I came downstairs into the living room, the others fell into a hush. Kiraz, Bilan, Chhaya, Ulrika, Sylvie, Lisa and Yara were either in the living room, the dining room or just outside under the portico though the open French doors. (Llora was visiting her family in Lleida and it seemed that Farah was fulfilling her prediction to sleep past noon). 

Vesna said, "I'm going to make coffee," and entered the kitchen as Carmen was just coming out. 

"Morning Claude" she trilled and gave me a peck on the lips. Yara stood up to say good morning and gave me short but tender kiss. 

I could see the others taking this in, especially Chhaya whose big eyes opened even wider than usual. I plopped down in an easy chair. Kiraz, in her short robe, came over and silently curled up in my lap. As she did so she briefly flashed the others, revealing that she wore no panties. 

Chhaya's eyes were like saucers. When I caught her eye she turned away with embarrassment. Bilan and Ulrika started talking about a sale at the department store, Corte Ingles. 

Looking at Kiraz, Carmen wondered aloud if there would be any nice panties on sale. Bilan looked annoyed at this. Ulrika and Kiraz snickered. Vesna came in with two coffees, handed one to me and kissed Kiraz on the top of her head. Ulrika regarded us pensively.

"Ulrika, I'm sorry to hear about Lars," said Carmen. 

"We were arguing a lot anyway" responded Ulrika. 

"Anyone new on the horizon?" probed Carmen.

Ulrika put her off with a "you'll be the first to know." 

Carmen stuck her tongue in her cheek with a smirk and said "your room's right next to mine so I imagine you're right." Everyone but Chhaya laughed, even Bilan.

Later that afternoon on the patio, Carmen and Yara were talking advantage of the last warm days by sunning in their bikinis. Yara winked and wiggled her toes at me making Carmen laugh.

"Claude," Carmen pronounced, "everyone in the house knows what's going on." 

"Oh?" I replied, wondering how 'what's going on' had been defined and by who. 

Yara said, "I was the first from our...encounter...to come downstairs this morning. Everyone else was there, staring at me. Carmen insisted that I tell them what happened. I didn't give all the details but they have a pretty good overall picture." 

"Anyone outraged about it? I asked. 

"No one said so," responded Yara. "But Bilan sniffed in a disapproving manner and Chhaya nearly died of embarrassment." 

"I must say," added Carmen coquettishly, that Ulrika seemed to get pretty excited when Yara recounted your exploits." 

Carmen went back inside while Yara and I regarded each other. I couldn't believe that I'd actually been sexually intimate with this goddess. Yara spoke: "Claude, I'd like you to paint me. I mean, like you painted Kiraz." 

"The patio's a little crowded today," I replied. 

"I have the attic room," rejoined Yara, "the light is wonderful there." 

"Sounds good. When?" I asked her. 

"What about now?" she replied.

I went to gather my paints and easel and headed up the back stairs. Vesna was coming down. "What are you up to?" she asked with a playful grin. 

"Yara asked me to paint her" I replied. 

Vesna smiled again, grabbed my arm and put her face close to mine. "That sounds like fun. Perhaps I'll join you later," and gave me a kiss on the lips. I continued all the way to the attic. 

When I arrived, Yara was sitting down, wrapped in a sarong. She had hung a series of sarongs from the rafters of the peaked ceiling room that had light coming in from both ends. It wasn't quite a fortune teller's booth but mysteriously atmospheric nonetheless. 

Yara's bed was at the far end, under the window, bathed in warm slanting light. I set up my easel and positioned a chair to work from. Yara approached the bed and let her sarong drop to the floor. She had oiled her naked body.

I admired her taut stomach, firm breasts, gracefully slender limbs, gorgeous face. Everything about her was beautiful. Yara got on the bed on her hands and knees. Her perfect gleaming ass faced me at an angle that revealed her hairless pussy between her slightly open legs. I could see one lovely breast hanging down and her back sloping down towards her slender shoulders. I couldn't have orchestrated a more erotic pose if I had tried all day. 

I laid down a wash of yellow ochre in the region illuminated by the sun and quickly sketched in the window and bed in sepia. Using a slender sable brush, I established the curves and lines of Yara's body and the wavy black hair hanging down. I completed the shadows where her body curved in and out: the small of her back, the curve of her breast, the hollow behind her knees, the cleft of her ass. Very carefully with a tiny brush I traced the edge of her labia and the small opening of her ass. Sooner than I expected, the painting was done. 

Yara jumped up to look, stretching her lithe body as she did so. "Oh Claude," she enthused, "do I really look as good as that?" This might have sounded immodest but there was a distinctly vulnerable tone to her voice. 

"Yara," I shook my head, "you have no idea how hot you are." Yara smiled and hugged me, then sat down on the bed, crossing her gorgeous legs and flexing her feet. 

"I loved fulfilling your foot fetish" Yara said warmly. "I'd like to do it again. ... with you and Vesna if you want." 

"I'd love that Yara. But I recall that you have fetish too. Are you ready to share that with me?"

"Look at the painting," Yara said. I looked. Her ass really was amazing. It dawned on me what Yara wanted and I was right. "I want someone to make love to my ass," she gushed out. "Today I cleaned it (I presume she meant an enema) but I understand if you don't want to." Not want to? Not likely, I thought. 

"Yara, get back on your hands and knees," I gently directed her. Removing my shirt, I took Yara's two globes in my hands and started caressing her ass. It was firm. It was smooth. It was perfectly shaped. It was without blemish. Was this really happening to me? I bent down and began to lick Yara's ass, starting from the outside and working towards her tiny hole. The first time my tongue touched her pale brown opening, she sucked in a sharp breath of air. I started licking her asshole as she moaned and shuddered. I reached one finger down to her pussy and started to gently fuck her with it. I then added another and then a third finger and pumped her pussy while I licked her ass. And it was clean too, as she'd said. I noted just a whiff of the coconut oil that glazed her body. 

After a while my tongue began to tire. I took one wet finger from her pussy and slowly pushed in into Yara's ass. Yara moaned and pushed back against my intruding finger. I used my other hand to gently flick her clit and then put a second finger in her ass. Yara tensed up and I stopped until she relaxed and started to move again. I fucked Yara's ass with two fingers until she had an orgasm and collapsed on the white sheets. 

"Claude," husked Yara, "I want you to fuck me. ... First my pussy...and then my ass....Let me suck you first." 

I took off my pants and stood next to be bed, Yara sat on the edge and sucked my cock between her pretty lips, her wavy hair brushing my thighs. She lightly brushed my balls with her fingertips while slathering my cock with her tongue and then began to plunge her whole mouth down to the base of my cock. It felt wonderful.

After being satisfied with how hard and wet I was, Yara resumed her previous position and I knelt behind her. I slid my cock into the tight glove of her pussy. She was contracting the muscles of her pelvis, sucking my cock with her perfect cunt. I held on to her ass and pushed in and out, both of us moaning, I was already on the edge. Her pussy, her ass, her sleek body ignited me to an intense passion. I had to stop to avoid cumming. Yara looked back at me and motioned with her eyes to her ass. 

I had never fucked anyone in the ass before. I had read about it and remembered the phrase "lubrication and communication" as key to success. I saw the coconut oil in a dish on her dresser. I got it and placed it on the window sill within reach. I dipped a finger in the oil and worked it into Yara's ass until she was very slick and breathing hard again. 

I took a little more oil and coated the head of my cock with it, then placed my cock head at her opening. I tried to push in but the first two attempts failed to penetrate her. 

"I was tensing up," Yara apologized. "I'm going to take a deep breath. When I exhale, just put it in." 

I positioned my cock head at her opening again. This time I held it down with my thumb. Yara exhaled forcefully and I pushed in about two inches. Yara yelped and I stopped moving. 

"Just let me get used to it," she panted. Soon she started to move back against me and I fucked her with the first two inches of my cock, being careful not to let it pop out again. I rubbed a little more oil around her asshole and began to push in a little deeper. "Oh, oh, oh!" Yara moaned as I gently pumped her. 

Yara now put her shoulders down on the mattress and lay her arms flat on the bed. This changed the angle for me. I couldn't believe how tight her ass felt around my cock. Soon I had my whole cock plunging into her ass. Yara was cooing and groaning and sighing. I started to thrust more forcefully. 

Yara reached her hands up to hold her ass apart for me. Her long brown fingers glittered with silver rings, her shapely nails pointing right at the juncture of my cock and her opening. On top of everything else, the sight of Yara's sexy fingers had a similar effect on me to that of her toes. I pounded Yara's ass a few more seconds then exploded with blasts of cum inside her. Yara screamed what must have been the name of God in Portuguese and uttered a long drawn out wail as I withdrew my cock and fell back in the bed, drenched in my own sweat. 

Unknown to us, Vesna had quietly stolen into the room and had been watching us from behind a hanging sarong. Now she couldn't contain herself. "That was so hot!" she gushed, jumping onto the bed with us. 

Yara smiled an exhausted smile. I guess she didn't mind having the voyeuristic tables turned on her. Vesna looked at my cock. "I guess there's no cum for me this time." 

"Vesna..." prompted Yara, who then pushed her ass back into position, revealing the cum on her asshole that also dripped along her perineum. 

I wondered if Vesna would go for this and she only hesitated a second. Vesna looked at me as if for approval. I shrugged. "Try it." 

Vesna licked Yara's ass down to her pussy, both of the women moaning. The sight of Vesna's pink tongue flicking and prying at Yara's ass was incredibly erotic but my spent cock was not responding at the moment. 

I was content to watch Vesna satisfy her craving and bring Yara to another orgasm. The women fell into each others arms. Yara placed one of her breasts into Vesna's mouth. She suckled peacefully while Yara caressed Vesna all over. Thoughtfully, Yara reached out a foot to run her toes up and down my leg, including me in the intimate moment in a way she knew I would appreciate. My cock did stir a little but as I said. I was very content. 



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The Beach

Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

*

It was almost November and cooler weather was coming our way but for a while it was still temperate and the evenings still warm. The women of Barcelona as well as the tourists continued to display plenty of skin while the warm weather lasted. It wasn't that I didn't see plenty of skin where I lived but I enjoyed the variety of feminine beauty in the broader world as well.

I used the photo lab of my institute to develop a series of black and white photos that I had taken that summer. I brought them back to show to my housemates who praised me for my photographic talents as they had come to praise me as an artist, cook, friend and lover. After I put the photos back in the box, Kiraz grabbed my hand and said, "photograph me." 

During the next week, I armed with my camera and Kiraz dressed in a simple summer dress that was easy to slip on and off, we hunted out private opportunities in public places to photograph her sexy, petite body in the nude. The hillside park of Montjuïc provided lots of natural settings with the Barcelona cityscape in the background. I photographed her nude inside the spires of Gaudí's Sagrada Familia and on the roof la Perdrera. In the Gothic quarter, I photographed the nude Kiraz at length in the King's Tower above the Plaça del Rei. Museum galleries, deserted alleyways, corner tables in cafes, and Roman columns provided atmospheric settings for my photos and of course, thrills for the exhibitionist Kiraz.

That Thursday I developed a selection of the images to show Kiraz. When I returned, she was out so l left the package on the dinner table for her with a note. When I came up to help with dinner, the women were passing around the photos and complementing Kiraz for her courage and beauty.

"Claude," began Carmen, "couldn't you photograph all of us?" Chhaya gasped and Carmen quickly added, "of course perhaps we're not all so brave." 

Yara and Vesna were right on it: "Yes," enthused Yara, "I'd strip at the park." 

Vesna reflected aloud, "I'd love one of me on this rooftop." 

"I'm not posing for naked pictures" sniffed Bilan, who went into the kitchen. I'm not sure what for since she never did any cooking and as little clean up as she could help. 

"I've got it," said Carmen. "This might be our last chance for the beach until Spring. Let's go down to Sitges. One beach there is clothing optional and everyone can wear or not wear whatever they like." 

There was general assent for the idea. Even Bilan returned and showed some enthusiasm for the plan although no more was said about photography. 

On Friday afternoon, Carmen and Chhaya went out together and came back with a shopping bag. Carmen had been trying to draw Chhaya out of her shell. Perhaps she'd convinced her to buy some more flattering clothing. After a late dinner, a group of the women went out clubbing. Vesna and I stayed in. We hadn't hooked up all week due to one thing or another. Vesna left the door open for ventilation thinking everyone had gone out. 

After sucking my cock until it was hard and wet. Vesna straddled me and rode up and down on my cock, her small firm breasts barely bouncing as her pale freckled skin began to flush pink. She came and climbed off me and got on her hands and knees for me to fuck her from behind. Vesna would always want my cum in her mouth but recently she been able to cum when I fucked her. I felt good that I had been able to do something for her that she didn't think possible. 

Now that I was facing the door, I thought I saw a glint of movement out in the hallway. "Is somebody there?" I asked. We heard a gasp and footsteps running away. 

"Who's still home?" Vesna asked. We closed the door and resumed fucking without thinking anymore about it.

At breakfast as we geared up for our breach trip, Vesna asked Carmen, "did you all go clubbing last night?" 

"Sure," said Carmen. "Chhaya and Bilan went home early but we all had a great time." Vesna gave me a smirk which Carmen noticed. Carmen softly said, "you didn't happen to be interrupted last night, were you?" 

Vesna punched Carmen's arm. "We didn't see who, but someone was watching us," said Vesna. Carmen smirked.

By about one pm we had arrived at the beach town of Sitges and laid out our towels and blankets. Kiraz, Yara, Vesna, Sylvie, Lisa, and myself, all got naked without hesitation. Carmen, Farah, Llora, and Ulrika were topless. Bilan wore a designer bikini which she was careful not to get any sand on. Her beauty was truly only skin deep. Chhaya remained fully dressed, looking very uncomfortable. 

"Chhaya," said Carmen gently, "let's see that new bikini." 

With excruciating shyness, Chhaya removed her cotton pants and blouse and immediately began rubbing SPF 900 all over "so I won't get any darker" she said. Chhaya's brown and green striped bikini was the most modest on the beach but showed off for the first time her lovely curvaceous body. Farah gave Chhaya quiet praise for her new suit, in an attempt to encourage her without embarrassing her. Farah had really become a kind person. In fact, apart from the aloof Bilan, our household had become truly caring with one another. Llora put lotion on Chhaya's back.

A mutual lotion application session commenced: Sylvie and Lisa applied some kind of oil to each other's lithe, hairless bodies, and the rest paired up by proximity. I was right behind Ulrika and with her assent I smoothed some kind of mango scented sun screen on her golden back and shoulders. Ulrika kind of melted against me and I watched her full breasts jiggle as she held her flaxen hair up to put it in a bun. 

Carmen did my back and gave my butt a playful pinch. Bilan had been left out. With pursed lips she asked, "can someone please put sunscreen on my back?" 

Everyone else had laid out and were slow to respond. I was near her and said, "I'll do it." Bilan primly nodded and held her back ramrod straight as I applied her high-priced goop. With respect to appearance, Kiraz looked as if she could still be in high school but Bilan acted that way. I wasn't lusting for Bilan at all but I hoped that she would loosen up and grow up.

After a while, the sandwiches came out with some cold bottles of sparkling Lambrusco we had picked up at a corner store on the way from the station: cheap but so refreshing. The conversation and joking was flowing, breasts were jiggling, asses winking. It was really hot. 

Carmen and Ulrika were already in the water and most of the rest of us were ready to swim. Llora grabbed Chhaya's hand over her protests and led her down to the water. The rest of us followed, leaving Bilan who thought the water looked "dirty." 

The water was clear turquoise blue, bathwater warm and the gentle waves lapped at the shore. I took in the sight of the water, the whitewashed town, and the gorgeous variety of female company I was blessed with. I felt great.

A group of us waded out until I was about shoulder deep. Yara dove under the waves and came up looking like a water nymph, droplets shining like diamonds on her bronzed skin. Carmen shook her breasts at me and winked. Ulrika and Farah had gone a little farther out, swimming in the waves. The water was too deep for Kiraz and marginal for Vesna. Kiraz put her arms around my neck and floated against my back. I could feel the hard points of her nipples against me. 

Vesna also held on to me to keep her head above water and rubbed her legs between mine and her breasts against my chest. My cock was getting hard.

Yara said, "Oh, this is a little deep. One of you can hang on to me if you like." Vesna dismounted and grabbed onto Yara. Through the clear water, Yara could see my erection. She reached over and stared stroking me. "You know," she said. "I bet you could discretely fuck Kiraz right here in the waves and no one on the beach would know." 

Kiraz pushed her nipples against me and whispered in my ear: "do you want to fuck me?" It was clearly a rhetorical question. 

Kiraz came around to face me and put her arms around me again. With one hand I guided my cock into her little pussy and started to bump her with the rhythm of the waves. Vesna and Yara were close enough to see us right through the water. "That is so hot" said Vesna. 

Carmen joined us and instantly figured out what we were doing. "Fuck her Claude," she urged. Yara began to caress Kiraz from her neck to her little ass, even reaching beneath her legs to hold my balls as I thrust up into Kiraz. Kiraz was moaning while Carmen continued to offer verbal encouragement. I don't think we were that subtle by that point but the beach was a fair distance off. 

As I banged my cock into Kiraz' tight pussy it suddenly felt tighter. I realized that Yara had put a finger in Kiraz' asshole. Kiraz started cumming, jerking her hips up and down to force my cock to pound her cunt. "Cum in her, Claude" urged Vesna. I spurted while Kiraz went limp in my arms. 

Carmen helped to support her. "So nasty!" Carmen said enthusiastically: "if the rest of you don't mind, I could really use a load of Claude tonight." 

Vesna replied, "it's about time he serviced you again. You must be climbing the walls." Did I mind being talked about this way? Not at all. We headed to shallower water. 

Farah and Ulrika caught up to us. "Did we just see what we thought we saw?" Asked Farah? Our smiles said it all. 

"I'm glad someone is having fun" remarked Ulrika, and we all went back to the beach.

That night I met Carmen in her room. She was wearing a red and black corset that put her curves more on display than usual. "Come here, stud," she ordered. I stood as Carmen removed my clothes.

"What's on the menu tonight?" I asked. 

"I just shaved my pussy for you," she said. "It's super smooth and I'm dying for you to lick it."

I pushed Carmen against her bed and fell to my knees. Pulling her brown thighs apart I dove tongue first into her slick pussy lips. "¡Dios mío!" Carmen exclaimed, grabbing my head to regulate the pressure of my tongue on her clit. 

I began to flick her clit slowly while caressing the inside of her thighs as Carmen moaned. "Go faster," she urged in a breathy voice. I picked up the pace, alternately flicking her clit and mashing my lips into it as she moaned my name and climaxed.

"Your turn," Carmen said after she caught her breath. I sat on the edge of the bed while Carmen got on her knees in front of me, her glorious cleavage swelling before my gaze. Carmen pulled her nipples out of the corset and flicked them, then licked my straining cock. 

"Suck my cock," I urged. As Carmen's ruby lips engulfed me I noticed the mirror on the dresser next to the bed. I could look down and see Carmen's cleavage while her mouth inhaled my cock and also watch her from behind in the mirror. As her head bobbed on my cock, Carmen's black tresses bounced against her shoulders above the laced-up corset that dramatized her hourglass shape. My gaze alternated between these delightful back and front views as Carmen worked over my cock with her mouth and hands. I was really hard. 

Carmen was playing with my balls with her wet fingers and slipped one up to my ass which she began to probe with one finger. Carmen slowly took my cock all the way into her mouth and held me there while she popped a finger up into my ass. 

I was still enjoying the visual performance but it became peripheral to the intense sensory experience of a fantastic blowjob. As Carmen fucked my ass with her finger, she fucked my cock with her mouth, pushing my cock head against the back of her throat with abandon. I was moaning and feeling a churning in my balls that I knew I couldn't contain much longer. I spurted into Carmen's mouth and she didn't stop sucking but kept going until I finished cumming. My cock was so sensitive it was almost unbearable. Almost. 

Carmen looked up at me with a smile, my half-hard cock still in her mouth. She used her tongue to stimulate my flagging erection and to my surprise, had me hard again in a few minutes. 

"You have a delicious cock," Carmen said, finally removing her lips from around my cock head. "Now I want you to fuck me." 

Carmen got on the bed on her hands and knees, facing the mirror so that we could both watch ourselves fucking. I climbed up behind her and felt that her pussy was still dripping wet. As I pushed my cock inside Carmen's cunt, she pushed her hips back to take me in. I grabbed the round globes of her ass and plunged into her as I watched her lust-filled eyes burning above her perfect cleavage in the mirror. As we made eye contact in the mirror, Carmen commanded, "fuck me. Fuck me, Claude!" 

As I forcefully fucked her, Carmen's cries of lust alternated between "Ay, papí," and "oh, Claude." I felt Carmen's cunt clenching my cock and I felt myself get super hard as if I was about to come. However, the recent orgasm had given me more staying power so I was able to pound her—who knows how long. We certainly weren't keeping track. Carmen's vocalizations became inchoate cries as she writhed in orgasm. This sent me over the edge and I thrust into her with a final burst of passion as I flooded Carmen's pussy with my cum.

Once we came back to earth, Carmen removed her corset and I went to sleep with my face nestled between her sun-browned breasts feeling her fingers lightly caressing me. In the morning we snuggled for a while before I got up to leave. Carmen kissed me and said, "you know I'm just joking when I call you 'stud,' right?"

I laughed. "Carmen, you can call me 'stud' anytime."

"Okay," Carmen responded. "Now get out of here before I fall in love with you."

As I headed down the hall I was ambushed by Vesna who pulled me into her room for a pre-breakfast blowjob. I loved watching the joy in her face as I came down her throat and she trembled in orgasm. "Okay," she said standing up and slapping my ass. "Go hit the showers stud, I'll see you later." I tried not the think about how much I would miss Vesna when our time in Barcelona came to an end.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 07



Chapter 7: Farah

Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

Monday I was scrambling to keep up with my school projects and I planned on a early night so I could start early on Tuesday. I was reading a book in my bed at about 11 when I heard a tap at my door. I had told Vesna I needed a couple of days to myself but I really couldn't say no to her. "Come in," I said. The door slowly opened to reveal Farah. 

"Are you busy?" she asked.

"No, please come in." I responded and offered her a seat beside me on the bed. 

"What's on your mind?" I gently asked her, taking her hand. 

"Claude," she began, "I've always had a thing for tall, athletic guys, you know." I let her continue. "I realized none of them have treated me very well since they seem to expect to get by on good looks. Even the nice ones were..." 

I saw where this was going. I stroked her hand. "Go on," I encouraged. 

Farah paused then said, "well they weren't as nice, or as interesting as you." 

"That's really sweet of you to say, Farah," I replied. 

Farah continued. "By being kind and open minded, you've got what all those guys fantasize about: a bevy of horny women." 

"Sex is only a part of it," I said. "I really care about all of you and enjoy your company and all you do for me." I was telling the truth.

Farah had tears in her eyes. "I care about all of you too, and you helped me see how important that is. But sometimes I just feel so lonely for a man's company. Now I don't want the kind of men I used to like. This is so embarrassing." 

"Farah, this is me," I said. "You've seen me at the most intimate moments of my life." 

Farah wiped a tear away. "I'm embarrassed," Farah went on, "because...I know how irritating I can be. I'm loud and you're quiet. You're thoughtful, I'm just..." 

"Farah," I interrupted, "none of us are perfect and it seems like you've grown since you've arrived. I really admire you for that. You're lively and fun and I love that about you. In fact I care for you quite a lot." I squeezed her hand again in reassurance.

"But," said Farah, "even so, you've got Vesna and the other girls and I don't want to come between you." 

I replied, "Farah, you know that however close we are, none of them wants to be my girlfriend." 

"I know," sobbed Farah, "but I do."

I wouldn't have been surprised to receive a booty call from Farah since she had already rubbed my cock with her sexy feet that night with Yara and Vesna but I wasn't prepared for this. The beautiful and taller-than-me Farah was so in the category of out-of-my-league that even with my new confidence I really couldn't accept what I was hearing. 

"Farah," I said, "I'm so glad you shared this with me but need to process this. I'd like to slow things down. At least for me, it's much too early in the game for questions about commitment or exclusivity. But I'd love to become more intimate with you as a lover, friend or hopefully both. I think you're gorgeous inside and out. Please spend the night with me. I know what it's like to feel lonely. Until about a month ago, I was lonely most of the time." 

Farah looked at me with her gold-flecked emerald eyes and we kissed. It was an emotionally intimate moment. I wasn't so much aroused as moved, and also shocked that a beautiful creature like Farah could have a crush on me. Farah and I fell asleep holding each other.

At dawn I woke up with someone's elbow in my back and a raging hard on. Before I fully awoke I assumed that Vesna lay beside me and then remembered last night with Farah. Farah turned and smiled at me and then noticed the tent under the sheet. 

"Claude," she cooed with her North England lilt. "I'm sorry I came on so strong. I'd really like to try the friends and lovers option," and she reached under the sheet for my cock. 

After stroking me for a while we threw off the covers and the t-shirts we were wearing. Farah's body glowed with the deep tan from our beach day. I was almost overwhelmed by her presence. Farah was a little more voluptuous than Yara but like Yara, always made me mentally compare her to a goddess. 

Farah crawled on top of me and kissed my lips, then kissed her way down my chest to my cock. After licking the tip tentatively for a moment, Farah inhaled my whole cock and held herself there while she breathed fiercely and I moaned. Pulling off for a second, Farah attacked my cock again, swallowing my whole cock with intensity. She paused to look up at me then rubbed her hard nipples back and forth across my thighs. 

Farah returned to sucking my cock with the same passion and then straddled me, and swallowed my cock with her cunt. I held her swaying breasts, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. Farah started moaning with a throaty sound as she thrust down powerfully, impaling herself on my cock. Her pussy felt tight and very hot, her whole body seemed to almost steam with heat. Her hair wild around her shoulders, her voice rising in pitch and volume, Farah bore down so hard I was half worried she would break me. 

I thrust up with equal force and grunted as I neared climax. Farah opened her mouth and roared like a lioness. I pumped out into her, pulling her onto me and in my passion I bit her neck. Farah sat back on me and we looked at each other, chests pounding, breath ragged. A bead of sweat hung from Farah's left nipple, then splashed onto my stomach. The force of the phrase "animal passion" hit home in a way it hadn't before. 

"Claude," Farah panted, "I'm not always so intense...." She paused. "I had a lot of pent up emotion. Thanks for ...well, just thanks." 

I hadn't seen this depth of passion coming either. "Farah," I panted back, "You've given me a new experience. Thank you." 

She lay down and held on to me firmly, laying her head on my chest until we both recovered. Farah raised herself on one elbow. "Claude. Tomorrow I have class near your institute. Do you want to meet for lunch?" 

"Sure," I said. Farah kissed me on the lips, tossed on her t-shirt and left. 

Farah and I continued to hook up a couple times a week both for lunch, shopping or a museum and for intensely passionate sex. Vesna adjusted to fewer nights with me but we remained just as close. 

A regular Friday night group thing emerged with me, and Vesna with some combination of Carmen, Kiraz, and Yara. Vesna watched Farah and I once and happily gulped down my cum at the end, but I think that the intensity of our coupling tended to exclude others. Farah found other friends to hang out a few times a week and poured her passion into one-on-one sessions with me. Since the beach weekend, Farah started having her public hair waxed like Yara. I appreciated how slick her pussy felt when we fucked and loved licking her as often as I could. 

When Carmen learned about this she started shaving her pussy on Friday nights. I liked how it felt and Vesna liked to lick my cum from Carmen's bald pussy. Vesna and Kiraz had very little body hair anyway and only wispy public hair that didn't get in the way. Turn about being fair play, Vesna started trimming my pubic hair short to keep it out of her nose and Yara shaved my balls and ass. 

On one memorable Friday night. I licked Kiraz while Vesna sucked my cock, Carmen licked my balls and Yara licked and fingered my asshole. I came buckets and they kept going until I got hard again so that I could fuck Yara's tight ass. We convened in Yara's room for these Friday night sessions since it was bigger and didn't share any walls with other roommates. 

Llora had started dating a nice guy from her town so I didn't hook up with her again but she always greeted me with a tender hug or a kiss and we continued to cook and practice Catalan together. So now I had two "non-girlfriends" and three other lovers. It sounds complicated but it all seemed normal and we didn't worry about it. The thing was, I really loved and cared for all of them and felt loved and cared for in turn. 

Ulrika looked at me longingly sometimes but neither of us made a move. We cooked together a few times. I enjoyed her company and found her attractive but I hardly needed another lover. If she wanted to pursue something she knew where to find me. And I think Bilan and Chhaya were a bit afraid of me, or disapproved, or probably both. But during group dinners they were never less than civil and occasionally let down their guards to treat me in a friendly way. Miraculously, no one was a total slob nor obsessively neat so there was none of the usual roommate resentment about dishes in the sink or socks on the couch. 

Also during this time, Yara let me use her attic as a photo studio. I shot a series of beautiful nudes of all of my lovers plus Ulrika and a hot series of Sylvie and Lisa entwined together. Unlike the earlier portraits these were not displayed down stairs except for some of the exhibitionist, Kiraz. Bilan pretended they weren't there but I saw Chhaya gazing at them intently a few times. 

Carmen, Farah, Ulrika and Llora made a particular effort to draw Chhaya out of her shell and make her feel included. Kiraz continued to lounge around exposing herself but it no longer got a rise out of anyone and passed without comment. I, of course, noticed and appreciated her little shows. She had to wear sweaters with the cooler weather but now habitually wore short skirts without panties. I'm sure she got her thrills on windy days.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 08



Chapter 8: Lisa

Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes the characters and explains the situation.

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During the holiday break. All of the Europeans went home to their families. It was an expensive flight over the Atlantic, and apparently to Turkey. Carmen didn't return to Mexico but joined friends in Madrid for the holidays, including a trip to Andalusia. 

Myself, Yara and Kiraz were staying for the winter and we learned, after being asked if it was okay, that Lisa would be staying too. Apparently, Sylvie wasn't' ready to spring her girlfriend on her family for Christmas that year. I liked Lisa and looked forward to getting to know her more.

Freed from our school schedules, the four of us went to movies, museums, restaurants, and wandered around the Christmas market where an astonishing array of booths sold the peculiar character of Catalan Christmas. The caganer (shitter) is a miniature squatting figure with it's pants down and a swirled deposit below it. It has something to do with fertility and is improbably—at least to outside eyes—encountered squatting behind the manger in every nativity scene. The anal obsessed Yara made a collection of these and Kiraz, Lisa and I each bought one.

The cold, rainy weather put a crimp in Kiraz' exhibitionist activities. She even took to wearing leggings under her miniskirts. While I know she missed flashing her ass and pussy in the street, her more bundled up look made her look like a naughty schoolgirl, which, I'll admit, turned me on in a different way. It was cold and damp in my basement but either Yara or Kiraz welcomed me into their beds every night and kept me warm. 

Yara and I developed a leisurely sexual routine that lasted several hours on many nights and mornings. My tan had faded but Yara's skin was still a radiant mahogany. We kissed and gave each other massages with the coconut oil she favored. Of course I loved running my hands all over her firm, fantastic tits and ass, but also her lean arms and legs, graceful neck and shoulders, and her long sexy fingers and toes that often made me hard just to look at. 

Sucking and licking Yara's toes and feet always made me stiff, especially as she trilled her pleasure at my attentions. Yara massaged me in a similar way, progressing to a cock massage with her fingers and toes. The routine was that she would stop before I came so that I eventually came somewhere else, but there were also occasions where this made me so hot that I spurted all over her incredible toes.

Yara moaned with a high, musical sound as I loved her upturned breasts and pointy nipples with my mouth and hands. Sometimes she could have a minor orgasm from this. I loved to lick her bald pussy too. She would hold her legs apart and place her oiled feet on my back, sensuously massaging my shoulders with those long toes until my licking drove her to distraction.

The main event for Yara was her ass. She always kept it carefully washed, hairless and lightly oiled. The progression from my tongue, to my fingers and to my stiff cock was also a routine. Ass up, chest down and knees apart, Yara bent her legs back until her feet were against her ass. As I plunged my cock into her ass, I could watch her wiggle her toes against her ass, sometimes managing to tickle my balls while I fucked her. Yara really knew how to turn me on. 

While I thought of sex with Farah as animal sex, with Yara, it was the art of sex. Not only because she was a work of art herself, but because of the care and attention we directed to our love-making. And unlike Vesna, who boiled my blood with her sexually explicit sex talk, Yara's vocalizations were formless, soft and birdlike—at least up until the point that I pounded my cock deep into her pulsing ass and she shrieked in orgasm. 

After recovering from the ass-fucking, Yara and I went to the bathroom to shower together, soaping each other's body in the hot water. After the obligatory application of coconut oil to our bodies, we returned to bed, and held each other naked under the blankets and talked comfortably into the night. As Yara languorously slid a sleek, lanky leg between my own, my cock would begin to stir. Yara began to lightly touch it while continuing our conversation. As her stroking became more focused, I began to caress one of her perfect breasts and flick her hard nipple. Yara's conversation faded into bird-like moans. Finally, Yara licked her way down my chest to my cock and licked and sucked the head of my cock while stroking my shaft with one hand and my balls and ass with the other until I came in her mouth and she drank down my cum with a final satisfied moan.

Waking up in the morning, we repeated the late night routine. Sometimes this ended with my cum down Yara's throat, others with fucking her pussy. Yara liked to straddle me, sometimes facing me, sometimes facing away, as she sucked my cock with the fluid movements of her pussy lips. Less frequently, we fucked missionary style, her legs and feet crossed behind my back, toes digging into my ass as best she could manage. I really loved Yara too. Not with the deep, tender, even conspiratorial intimacy I shared with Vesna, nor with the animal passion and easy companionship of Farah. But Yara and I loved each other and repeated the words "I love you" to each other often and effortlessly.

Intimate acts with Kiraz also increased over that winter. At night in her bedroom she would mount me for a brief and frenzied fuck, then lie down beside me, clasping her tiny body to mine to fall asleep. Outside of the bedroom, Kiraz took to sitting in my lap whenever practical, at home or around the city. I suspect this was party to warm her very lean, chronically chilled body, but also to scratch her exhibitionist itch. When she had some kind of audience, Kiraz would subtly rub her little ass into my crotch, or reach beneath herself to rub my cock through my jeans, keeping me hard during the course of an evening at times. Yara recognized what was going on immediately, smiling and winking at us when ever Kiraz crawled into my lap. Lisa either didn't pick up on this or feigned oblivion.

We were drinking wine in the living room after dinner, radiator blasting, our faces flushed and sweaters shed to reveal tight-fitting tank tops on Yara (orange) and Lisa (white) and a filmy lavender camisole on Kiraz who had also shed her leggings. Yara had illuminated the room with candles and put Brazilian music on the CD player. Kiraz hopped into my lap and started moving with the music. Lisa and Yara watched as Kiraz made the sexual tone of her movements more obvious, approaching the performance of what I would later learn was called a lap dance. Pulling her skirt up behind her, I felt the bare ass of Kiraz grinding into my cock. 

Lisa and Yara sat on the couch together. Lisa watched us intently, unconsciously darting her tongue between her lips. Her rounded breasts heaved on her 5 foot frame. I heard Yara whisper to Lisa: "delicious, no?" 

Lisa nodded and gripped Yara's leg with her left hand. Yara moved her right hand down to clasp Lisa's. They both leaned forward, glancing at each other and then back to Kiraz. Kiraz now pulled up the front of her skirt, baring her pussy for everyone. She was lost in her experience, head back with her soft brown hair brushing my face. Lisa kissed Yara. Yara kissed her back then pulled her own tank top over her head. Lisa gasped at the sight of Yara's upturned breasts and quickly pulled off her tank top revealing a white underwire bra that displayed her rounded cleavage. 

Though Kiraz' hair I watched the building excitement of the gradually disrobing Yara and Lisa. I really wanted to free my cock from my pants and I was very thankful to Yara for what happened next. Yara caught my eye and stood up to approach us. Reaching beneath Kiraz' gyrating form, Yara unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off me. Grabbing my cock and giving it a few strokes, Yara carefully guided my cock into Kiraz' wet pussy and returned to the couch with Lisa to watch. 

Yara pulled Lisa into her lap, both of them facing me, and unhooked Lisa's bra, setting free her rounded orbs with their tiny dark nipples against her golden skin. Kiraz continued to fuck herself on my cock as I took in the sight of Yara cupping Lisa's breasts, squeezing and pulling on them, bouncing and caressing them. Lisa gazed at our fucking with a spaced-out expression, biting and licking her own lips with intensity. 

I held on to Kiraz by her slender hips to fuck her with more force. Except for heavy breathing, Kiraz was silent, all of her attention directed inwardly to her sensations and the awareness of her exposure. I drank in her scent and watched Yara unzip Lisa's jeans. Lisa jumped up to pull them off, and after a second's hesitation, pulled of her white panties, revealing her hairless mound and large dark pussy lips. Yara got naked as well and Kiraz opened her eyes to take in the other exposed bodies in the room. Kiraz began grunting and thrusting herself onto me with unusual ferocity. She came with a shriek as I spurted up inside her with my own loud groan. Lisa and Yara were transfixed as they stood naked, hand-in-hand before us.

Kiraz slumped back against me with my cock still inside her as we watched tall, dark slender Yara and short, pale, curvy Lisa return to the coach. Kneeling on the coach and facing each other, Kiraz and I had an ideal view of the two beautiful women. I'd read accounts of this sort of thing but assumed that the majority were purely imaginary. I still couldn't get over the fantasy sex life I was living. Me: skinny, five-foot-six art-guy Claude that none of the pretty girls in high school would even look at except in scorn or pity.

Lisa put her hands on Yara's shoulders and attacked her lips. Yara reached around Lisa and pulled their breasts together, bouncing curves and rubbing nipples. Kiraz pulled off her camisole and I lightly caressed her tiny breasts and ran my hands up and down her body. Although Kiraz' boyish body might have left some guys cold, something about her lean form electrified me and sparked a strong desire in me to touch and possess her. I wasn't attracted to women who appeared underage: that wasn't the attraction. On one level, there was a chemical attraction between us: I couldn't get enough of the smell of her skin and hair. I also got a vicarious thrill from her exhibitionism and loved that she made me her accomplice.

Yara and Lisa had moved on to licking and sucking each other's breasts. My half-hard cock throbbed in Kiraz' dripping pussy. She moved against me slowly as we watched Lisa move down to lick Yara's smooth mound and the flower petals of her labia. Lisa inserted a finger in Yara's pussy and seemed to home in on her g-spot. Yara's warbling became unstable, her face frantic. I would have to remember that. Yara came. 

Overcome with intensity, she pushed Lisa's finger away, and pounced on the smaller woman. Yara made Lisa get on her hands and knees and began licking her pussy from behind. Flicking Lisa's clit with a finger, Yara began licking from pussy to perineum, and up to the cleft of Lisa's delicious-lloking butt. Tentatively, Yara flicked at Lisa's ass hole. "Oh God," Lisa moaned. 

Yara licked and flicked at Lisa's ass and clit, electing a string of secular invocations of the deity as Lisa's round breasts swayed beneath her. My cock was fully hard by now but Kiraz said "my pussy's sore," pulled off and slid down to lick my juice-covered cock. Yara glanced over at my cock and renewed her attack on Lisa's ass. Lisa came with a last screamed "Oh God!" and flopped over onto her back, breasts heaving on her chest and legs outspread before Yara. 

Yara placed her face above Lisa's mound and inhaled the heat. This raised her ass into the air in a position I had come to know very well. "Claude," Yara simply said. I knew what she wanted. 

Kiraz gave me a final lick and led me by the cock to Yara's impossibly sexy ass. "Lick it, Kiraz," Yara implored. I think this was a first for Kiraz but she licked and fingered Yara's asshole with intensity while stroking my cock with her other hand. Lisa looked on, rubbing her breasts as Yara's glossy tresses tickled her pussy.

After coating my cock with a generous amount of saliva, Kiraz guided my cock to Yara's glistening asshole. I pushed in easily and gradually. Saliva didn't lubricate as well as coconut oil but Yara's ass was comparatively relaxed from the heat generated by her body. Kiraz pushed my ass, encouraging me to fuck Yara with greater force. Yara's birdlike cooing erupted into a ragged arpeggio as I plunged my cock all the way into her tight brown ass. 

Lisa was rubbing her clit with one hand and pulling on her nipples with the other when Kiraz licked a skinny finger and forced it up my ass. Yara and Carmen had done this while sucking my cock and it always gave me super intense climaxes, supposedly something to do with the sensitivity of the prostrate gland. But the mental image of a sexual act considered nasty or forbidden was at least as exciting as the sensation. I blew my load into Yara's pulsing ass while she trilled her own orgasm. Lisa seemed to come again too with a few more cries to God.

After recovering, not bothering to get dressed again, we gathered our clothes, ready for bed. "Sleep with me," said Kiraz. 

Yara gave Kiraz and then Lisa a passionate kiss, then planted another on my eager lips through which she thrust her tongue. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I love you. I'll see you in the morning," As she walked toward the door we watched her wonderful and well-fucked ass leave the room. Knowing we were looking, Yara gave her ass a slap, turned and winked, and with a flash of curls disappeared into the dark passage to the stairs. 

Lisa looked at me questioningly. "Can I kiss you goodnight, Lisa," I asked amiably. Lisa nodded. I approached and lifted her chin, kissing her lips gently, not intending more than this. Lisa put her hands on my shoulders and returned my kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft. We kissed for a while, she drew closer and I felt her wonderful breasts against my chest. 

With a sigh, Lisa pulled away. "Thanks, Claude," she said. I wasn't sure why thanks were in order to me in particular but I smiled and wished her good night. Kiraz and I fell asleep in each other's arms, loving each other without saying a word.

The next couple of days there was heavy rain. Beyond brief excursions to the local café and corner market, we stayed inside the house. I painted in the winter light of Yara's attic or read books in the living room while the others pursued similar activities. We were often in each other's company but without much conversation beyond meal times. The house felt like a cocoon to me. I was very content.

After spending a candlelit night with Yara in her nest (I had come to consider Yara as a beautiful bird, rather than a goddess, the latter carrying connotations of unattainability that were clearly not the case), I went to my own frigid quarters to shower, shave and put on a change of clothes. As I was gathering a few things to bring up into the warmth of the house, I heard a tap at the door, just like Vesna's. With a pang in my heart I realized how much I missed Vesna. Farah was more fun and glamorous but Vesna and I were more alike, given to books and reflection. I wondered if she was my soul mate, that is, if there was such a thing. But knew that she wasn't due back for weeks. 

"Come in," I called, and was surprised to see Lisa in jeans and a long raincoat. "Hi Lisa, thanks for coming to visit," I said to put her at ease. "Have a seat," I offered her my only chair. I saw that questioning look again and asked her if she had something on her mind. 

"After the other night, you must be wondering about my relationship with Sylvie." I actually hadn't wondered about it but remained silent as she went on: "Sylvie called me once when she arrived at home, but I haven't heard from her since." 

"I'm sorry to hear that," I said consolingly. 

"I understood that she didn't want to introduce me to her family as her girlfriend—my parents are traditional Chinese and wouldn't accept it either— but I didn't see why she couldn't bring me as a friend from school who would otherwise be alone for the holidays." I saw her point and realized that she must have been feeling bad about this. "I don't understand much French but from phone calls I've overheard, and the way Sylvie acts, I'm pretty sure that Sylvie has a girlfriend back in Aix." She paused. "If she had told me, I could have accepted it. After all, I'm going back to LA in June. But the secrecy. I don't know. I feel...disrespected."

Carmen, although she was only twenty-six, was the oldest among us, and tended to gently mentor us in different ways. Chhaya was clearly a project and she had also given me advice about what women like. I knew very well that different women like different things but some of the general principles made sense. One thing I had learned from Carmen is that many men don't listen to women, or quickly respond to women's expressed problems with well-meaning advice or diminishment of their concerns. Sometimes, Carmen said, women just wanted a man to listen. I remained attentive to Lisa and listened to her.

"If I had heard about the situation in this house from another person, I would have thought you were a callous player out to screw as many girls as you could. But I've seen how you treat...all your...women." She went on, "You cook and help around the house, you're respectful, you treat them with kindness, and I can see how much tenderness there is between you." 

Lisa paused, then said, "the sex is great with Sylvie but at other times she takes me for granted. I feel more like a pet than a girlfriend. She calls me 'China doll" and makes a big deal of my so-called 'exotic' looks. It's not blatantly offensive but I feel weird about it. I mean, sure, lovers objectify each other's bodies as desirable but it doesn't feel right. I'm not a doll or someone's ethnic fantasy." Lisa looked like she was holding back tears. "But maybe I'm too sensitive. Maybe I shouldn't let it bother me. What do you think, Claude?"

"Lisa, as a white man, I don't get treated as exotic, but the way you've expressed how you feel sounds very reasonable to me. Since living here I've been making love to some women who would fit someone's textbook definition of exotic. To be honest, it is a big turn on for me. I'm hardly indifferent to appearance. But they're all individuals to me, not just a model of some ethnic flavor. I think I can understand how Sylvie's behavior wounds you. I think what we're talking about is complicated. It's not as simple as pretending we don't see skin color and other differences, or denying that they carry powerful associations for us. But I think treating each other with respect is a good starting point for making our way through it."

"Thanks Claude," Lisa said, rising from her chair to sit next to me on the bed. She laid her head on my shoulder and I put my arms around her and held her quietly. After a few minutes, Lisa stood, kissed me on the lips got up to leave. She said that Yara had gone to the bakery and that I should come up for breakfast.

As I was laying down my art supplies on a chair in the portico to bring up to the attic later, I heard Yara and Lisa talking through the open kitchen window. "Did you just come from Claude's room?" Yara asked, "I didn't know you liked guys in that way." 

"I just went to talk to him," said Lisa, "you know, about Sylvie. What he said was really comforting, you're so lucky to have a lover like him." 

"Oh, so you're not interested in joining the club," Yara teased. Lisa's face must have betrayed something to the highly perceptive Yara. 




Barcelona Beauties Ch. 08



"So you might be interested?" Yara pursued. 

Lisa said, "I've never..." 

"Been with a man?" Yara completed the sentence. More silence. "Well," continued Yara, "if you're curious, if you want to experiment, I think you would be in very good hands. It's kind of amazing how he can give each of us what we want. Do you want me to talk to him? 

"No!" said a terrified Lisa. "What if he...I don't know...doesn't like...me. He has all of you." 

"Lisa," replied Yara, "Claude doesn't know you're even interested in guys. Don't expect him to put the moves on you. But I have no doubt that the Claude I know and love would cherish the opportunity to teach you about man sex. And you must have noticed how he couldn't take his eyes off you when you sat in my lap that night." The kettle boiled and they resumed preparing breakfast.

I was getting cold so I opened the door to the dining room, making noise so they'd know I'd just arrived. Over breakfast, joined by a sleepy Kiraz, I noticed that the sun was coming out for the first time in days and proposed an excursion to the Boqueria to get some fresh fish and produce.

Yara nudged Lisa who piped up "that sounds good, we're all out of oranges and we can get a big bag there." 

Yara jumped in, "why don't you two go and Kiraz and I can clean up around here. I need to do laundry too." 

I enjoyed my morning out with Lisa. She seemed back to her usually cheerful disposition and she grasped my arm as we navigated the sidewalks and passageways of the city. After shopping, I proposed a snack of tapas and a glass of wine at one of the market stalls. I didn't want to scare Lisa but at the same time indicate some encouragement in my direction. Yara knew me very well. My heart thumped to think about being someone's first. As my only American friend in Barcelona, conversation flowed effortlessly without the clarifications and blips in translation that I have edited out of my related exchanges with the other women.

Satisfied by our meal, Lisa took my hand and said, "Claude, I really do appreciate your listening to me this morning. I feel a lot better. But I'm sorry if I burdened you." 

"Lisa," I said, "I really appreciate it that you put your trust in me. I'd love to help you with anything I can. I feel closer to you now. I hope you feel that you can talk to me about anything."

When we got home, the house sparkled like it hadn't in months. I guessed that Yara had brought Kiraz into the loop about her project to push Lisa and I together. I didn't understand how they could be so generous. I know that, much as I hate to admit it, that I would have felt at least a pang of jealousy had any of my lovers hooked up with another man. I wouldn't have objected but I know it would have bothered me at least a little.

Over a candlelit dinner of panfried hake and pasta with homemade pesto, we continued to sit around the table drinking wine. Lisa did not have much tolerance for alcohol (neither did Kiraz but she sipped prudently). Lisa's face grew red and she was laughing and giggling at our banter. Yara suggested that she and Kiraz wash the dishes since Lisa and I shopped and cooked. 

"Cool with me" said Lisa with a laugh. "But which one is he going to sleep with tonight?" she blurted out and then blushed with embarrassment. 

"Well," I replied, "it depends on the invitations I receive and whether there are one, two or three of them." 

Yara beamed, Kiraz smirked and Lisa looked scared for a minute. 

"I think I'll sleep by myself tonight," said Yara breezily. 

"Me too," jumped in Kiraz. 

Lisa blushed even more than the flush of wine but said nothing. "Don't chicken out, Lisa," said Kiraz.

"Claude," Lisa said, "would you like to sleep with me tonight?" 

"Yeah!" cheered Yara.

Lisa had been sleeping in Sylvie's room and I considered the awkwardness Lisa might feel there under the circumstances so I suggested my room. "You'll freeze," warned Yara. "My room is the warmest place. Take that. I'll snuggle with Kiraz if she doesn't mind."

I was again thankful to Yara. All of the heat collected in the attic. If the house was a cocoon, Yara's attic was its cozy inner sanctum. I lit some candles and began to undress. I could see Lisa looking pensive. I took her hand. "Lisa," I said, "maybe this is something you got pressured into. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I want to Claude....it's just that..." she paused. I didn't want to let on that I had heard she was a virgin since I had been eaves dropping. 

"I have condoms." I volunteered. It was no stretch to imagine that she didn't use birth control. It would have been a good guess if I didn't really know. 

"I never...I mean I haven't...with a man I mean, I haven't," she stammered out. 

I left an appropriate pause. "Lisa, there's no rush. Let's slow down. I won't do anything you don't want and I'll stop the moment you say so. I'm really honored to share this with you. I want this to be a beautiful experience for both of us. I'm not just honored, I'm thrilled." I meant it too.

Lisa and I undressed and crawled into bed. I pulled the blankets up to our waists. We faced each other and kissed. Her kisses were so soft and tender. Lisa ran her fingers through my short hair. "Touch me," she whispered. I placed my palms around her face, and slowly slid them down her neck, to her collar bone, the shoulders, the upper chest. Her skin was the color of pale honey, "Touch my breasts," she softly asked. I took her lovely globes in my hands, cupping and caressing the sides, then ran my fingertips over her hard nipples. Lisa moaned, breaking our kiss.

I lowered my head to her breasts and ran my tongue all over them, then sucked each nipple and flicked it with my tongue. Lisa pulled my head against her breasts, sighing deeply. Her skin had a soft scent, which I breathed in deeply from between her generous breasts. 

"Lie down," Lisa requested, pushing me onto my back. Lisa climbed on top of me and began to rub her breasts up and down, from my chest to my waist. My cock was poking her in the stomach. She moved down to place her breasts around my cock and rubbed me with them for a while. Even if it hadn't been her first time, this was very exciting. With the newfound exception of their sexy toes, I didn't really fixate on a particular part of women's bodies in general. But with Lisa, I was entranced by her breasts, not just by their feel and appearance, but by the obvious pleasure she took in sharing them with her lover.

Dragging her stiff nipples down my thighs, Lisa took her first lick of a cock. She grabbed it, felt it exploratively, looked at it intently and licked it again. Lisa licked me up and down for a while, then finally took the head between her lips. The soft electricity I felt when she kissed my lips...I also felt when she sucked my cock. I recalled the soft blow job I had received from Llora a few months ago. Lisa wasn't as experienced but the thrill of her first time definitely added a charge for me. Lisa pulled off for a moment. "Does this feel okay?" she asked. 

"You have no idea" I replied. 

"I want you to teach me everything," she said. "I want you to do everything to me."

"Unless this is a one-time deal, there's plenty of time to practice. Do you want to..."(I hesitated to use the word 'fuck' with Lisa, and 'intercourse' sounded too clinical). 

"I want you inside me," said Lisa, providing an adequate locution. The European women tended to use and be comfortable with earthy language. Some Americans found this too coarse. I attributed this to the Puritan legacy. 

"I'm going to lick you to get you ready," I informed Lisa. 

"Claude, I'm already soaking wet. I'm so turned on. Just please put it in." I slipped a condom on my cock and asked her what position she'd like. "Face me" she said, and lay on her back against the pillows. The covers were long gone by now. We were generating plenty of heat. I rubbed her labia with my cock head and slowly put it in about an inch. We were gazing into each other's eyes as I slowly pushed deeper in. I was anticipating the barrier of the hymen to push through, but apparently, the athletic Lisa had already broken it somehow.

"Oh God" Lisa moaned as I was about halfway in. I slowly fucked her without going all the way in. Her pussy was really wet. I had no trouble moving around. It felt different with a condom on but I appreciated how tight and slick she was. Lisa grabbed her legs and pulled them up, crossing them behind my back. "Go deeper." She said. I did. "Oh Goooooood!" I slowed down. "Don't stop!" 

Considering I had the green light, I began to pound into Lisa. Her beautiful dark brown eyes gazed into mine while she became loudly vocal. Variations on the theme of "Oh" and "God" morphed into those of "Oh" and "Claude." Lisa came in a sudden rush and then asked me to stop. I hadn't cum. "I'm sorry. It feels sore. I need a break."

It wasn't ideal for me to be left hanging. I tried not to appear disappointed and prepared to suggest we go to sleep. But I needn't have worried. "Claude," Lisa began, "I want you to, I want you to do me, ...do me like you do to Yara." 

Was I really hearing this? Inexperienced Lisa wanted my to fuck her ass? "It's okay," she continued, "Sylvie uses a, ...a toy on me there. It's not as thick as your..." Lisa's coarse word avoidance was putting a crimp in the flow of things. 

"Just call it a cock" I suggested. Lisa laughed at herself. "Okay, here goes," she braved, "I think I can take your cock in my...(I gave her a sharp look at her hesitation)..ass." 

Showing a level of preparation I hadn't expected, Lisa produced a tube of lubricant from somewhere in the pile of her clothes. Kneeling before me on the bed with her lovely breasts hanging down for my gaze, Lisa placed some lubricant in her hand and began to stroke my half-hard cock back to full-mast. For her first time touching a cock, she was doing very well. After eliciting a few moans and shudders from me, Lisa turned around and presented her ass to me. She reached back with a dollop of lube on her finger and worked it into her ass. This was very nice to watch. After a minute she added a second finger and began to moan quietly. I stroked myself slowly as I watched.

"Okay. I'm ready," she said, withdrawing her fingers and pushing her small ass towards me. She was so hot. And I was the first man to penetrate her pussy and now her ass. Using the technique I had honed with Yara, I deftly slipped the head of my cock through the ring of Lisa's ass. She let out a high-pitched moan. 

"Are you okay?" I asked? 

"Yeah," she replied in an involuntary little-girl voice. I kneaded her ass with my hands before pushing a little further in. "Oh!...yeah..." Lisa continued her high-pitched cries that perfectly expressed the edge between pleasure and discomfort. My cock felt great as she squeezed it. "More.." Lisa pleaded in her little voice. 

I began moving in and out, gently at first, but as Lisa began to push back against me, I increased my depth and force. Lisa was crying out with her high-voice while I made my own throaty sounds of pleasure. Lisa reached back with her hands to pull her ass cheeks apart. I had to move my hands, so bending a little forward, I reached down to grab her firm, round boobs. We pushed against each other with an urgency I hadn't expected from a virgin, especially an anal virgin. Lisa screamed out her orgasm which triggered my own. I pumped out my cum into her with a yell. 

We collapsed next to each other gasping for breath. When both our heart rates came back to normal, Lisa kissed me, again and again, while running her fingers up and down my chest. "I'm so glad," she said. "I'm so glad you were my first. I think I still really like girls but now I like boys too. If I can be one of your girls, I will." 

"Lisa," I replied with a pleased smile, "it would be my pleasure to be your lover. But I don't want to cause trouble between you and Sylvie." 

Lisa sighed, "I can't think about that yet." She paused a moment then smiled: "we have two weeks before she gets back anyway, right?" 

Over the next two weeks Lisa stopped by nearly everyday for a "lesson." Although I spent most of the nights with Yara, all four of us got together one night that started when we came into the dining room to find Kiraz stretched out naked on the table, dripping honey on her pussy and nipples. She insisted that I photograph her before we licked off the honey. Looking at those photos now remind me that this all really happened.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 09



9: Ulrika

Toward the end of the winter break, I was walking through the neighborhood of the Raval one day and came across a Pakistani jewelry store. I noticed a box of silver toe rings in the window, marked with surprisingly low prices. I immediately thought about how they would look on Yara and Farah and felt a twinge in my cock. Then I thought: why not get toe rings for all my beauties? The idea of a small but intimate and egalitarian gift to all my lovers seemed to be the perfect way for me to show my appreciation. Not to mention that their toes turned me on and the rings would draw attention to them. It turned out the silver toe rings were cheaper by the dozen so I bought two dozen, planning to give two to each woman. I got little boxes and cards and left a gift on the bed or dresser of Vesna, Kiraz, Farah, Yara, Llora, Carmen and Lisa. Counting the boxes I realized that I had made love to more women in the past six months than in the previous six years.

The second week of January the beauties came home, showering me with hugs and kisses. They were delighted with the toe rings and I was very glad to have thought of it because several of them brought gifts for me. All but Farah, Chhaya and Sylvie returned in time for Sunday dinner which had a distinctly celebratory mood. Even Bilan seemed to warm up. Perhaps she had missed us.

Vesna came down to sleep with me. Her room was warmer but mine more removed from the world. We talked for a while. I loved her quiet intelligence. She was calm but anything but passive, there was always a glint of fire under her smooth exterior. We undressed each other and began to kiss. We heard a tap at the door. I paused. Vesna shrugged her shoulders. "Come in." I said. 

Farah opened the door, obviously just back from England. Her face fell and she said "Oh, sorry," and turned to go. 

"Farah!" Vesna and I said together. 

"Please don't go" said Vesna. Farah came in, again with the vulnerable look so out of character with her normal boisterous confidence. She was dressed in a dark purple silk robe that glistened around her sexy curves and set off her long brown legs that stretched down to a new pair of platform sandals putting her gorgeous feet on display. Farah's toes were adorned with purple nail polish and two silver toe rings. Her black curls fell around her shoulders in waves. She was stunningly sexy. 

With incredible generosity, Vesna said, "Farah, you can have tonight. I just got back today too and wouldn't mind getting to sleep early." 

Farah burst into tears and sat down on the bed and put her arms around Vesna. "No, I should go. You were here first. I was just so excited..." Farah wiped her cheek with her sleeve. 

"Claude," asked Vesna, "how would you like for both of us to stay?" 

The space heater had warmed up the room and I was lucky to have a double bed. "You know I love both of you," I said, particularly to assure Farah. "I can't imagine a better way to spend the night." I went on, gallantly, "if you're tired, we don't have to do anything sexual." 

"The hell with that!" shot back Farah. 

"I've been very thirsty" put in Vesna, licking her lips while fixing me with those intense blue eyes. 

Petite, pale Vesna slid Farah's robe off her curvaceous body, sliding her hands over the brown-skinned goddess. I removed Farah's sandals and kissed the insoles of her feet, then took a moment to suck each toe into my mouth. The toe rings looked great on her. The three of us then knelt naked on the bed, kissing each other's lips in turn, while fondling each other's bodies. Farah roughly grabbed my cock and pushed me back, "lie down," she commanded. 

Vesna and Farah whispered a quick consultation with each other. I was sure that I would enjoy anything they proposed. The two women traced their fingers down my chest to my cock, followed by their mouths. Vesna sucked the head of my cock into my mouth while Farah tongued my balls (Yara had shaved my balls and ass that morning). The two traded my cock back and forth between their mouths, sometimes pausing to kiss each other's luscious lips. "I just need to fuck" broke in Farah. She mounted my cock and beckoned to Vesna who, facing Farah above me, gently placed her pussy down upon my lips. 

I licked Vesna's pussy while Farah pumped my cock with her strong hips. Between Vesna's thighs I could just glimpse the two women kissing and fondling each other's breasts. I could see a sheen of perspiration on Farah's taut stomach and then saw Vesna's hand move down to flick Farah's clit. Farah rode me hard then exclaimed, "I'm cumming!" Farah jumped off me, allowing me to focus my attention on Vesna. 

"Turn around" I told her, and when she did so I could reach Vesna's clit with my tongue while gripping her little ass. Vesna soon came and climaxed with a peal of laughter. Farah and I laughed too. 

"Now it's time for your treat," winked Vesna. As if every moment with them hadn't been a treat. Farah sat at my feet with legs spread, then ran her toes up my legs. Lying at my side while I rested against the pillows, Vesna began to lick my cock as Farah's toes touched my balls. Farah slid the toes of one foot up and down my cock while Vesna held the base. Farah put her other toes in Vesna's mouth. They say men are particularly aroused by the visual dimension of sex. The sight of one sexy foot caressing my cock while Vesna's tongue danced through the toes of the other put my arousal level off the charts. 

Farah now stroked my cock with her saliva-wet toes while Vesna went to work on the other foot. With both feet slick with spit, Farah wrapped all her toes around my cock while Vesna helped force them together, licking and sucking my cock head when it emerged between Farah's toes. After a few minutes of this, I was heading towards my explosion. My breathing, moans and words of encouragement signaled the approach of my orgasm. Vesna urged me on, "cum for us, spray us, I want your cum." 

"Spurt in her mouth, cum on my toes, I want to see her lick it up!" added Farah. With a yell, I spurted the first jet right into Vesna's mouth. She crooned with another orgasm, and pushed Farah's feet together to continue jacking me off. My next shots splattered on Farah's feet as she called. "Oh, oh, oh!" 

Vesna's mouth descended in time to catch my last spurt. She rammed my whole cock down her throat with a high-pitched moan. At this instance my cock became excruciatingly sensitive, but I didn't care. I was in bliss. 

"Lick it off, lick it off" pleaded Farah, and Vesna attacked Farah's cum soaked toes. She licked and sucked and swallowed until Farah's feet shone like polished furniture. Farah rubbed her clit and continued moaning while Vesna serviced her feet. As Farah rubbed, Vesna sucked her toes as if she was giving a blowjob until Farah came again with a drawn out cry. 

Vesna fell back into my arms while Farah panted, legs still apart. "Hmm," Vesna mused, "maybe we aren't 'non-girlfriends,' maybe we're 'co-girlfriends.'" 

"I do love you both," I said. 

"And I love you both," said Vesna. 

Farah looked at us thoughtfully then said, "I didn't think I would be... like this, but...I love you both too." 

Sweaty and satisfied, I lay on my back in the middle of the bed with Vesna and Farah curled against me on either side. They each kissed me and then kissed each other above me. Is this really my life? I wondered. We fell asleep.

We learned that week that Sylvie wasn't coming back to complete her program. We never did learn why. Lisa showed me the note Sylvie had sent her. It was rudely business-like. Since she had seen the storm clouds approaching, Lisa took this with aplomb, saying she was better off without her.

As my program started up again, I had a full schedule of seminars and art practica. I rotated my nights between the beds of Vesna, Farah and Yara, with occasional service to one of the others, and the Friday night orgies continued. But I had less time for outings and hanging out with the beauties during the day and sometimes I missed dinner. I got some teasing about neglecting my women but it certainly wasn't the case that I was seeing somebody else. After a month, as the rainy weather subsided and the climate became warm again, my scheduled opened up more and I started to do more photography again. 

One evening I was making dinner with Ulrika. I think it was soup. She told me how much she loved the nude photos I had taken of her in Yara's "studio" and said she'd been thinking about posing outdoors for me, that is if I was interested. 

"Sure" I replied, and proposed the next Saturday. Ulrika said she'd been thinking about being photographed at Parc Güell, designed by Antoni Gaudí which overlooked the city. Since the park was pretty big and there wouldn't be lots of visitors this time of year, I thought that was a pretty good idea. Ulrika would wear a long overcoat with nothing underneath so that she could cover up in a hurry. We had our plan and on the appointed day we hopped on the metro and then hiked up the hill from the station. 

In the center of the park is a large open hall of soaring pillars, offering plenty of places to hide if someone approached. Ulrika dropped her coat and struck a pose like a valkyrie in high-heels. I noticed she had trimmed the hair on her mons into a neat little triangle and shaved her pussy below. She really did look like a Nordic goddess in an almost stereotypical way. She wanted me to take some shots of her flipping her hair around but I didn't think there was enough light for the exposure setting I would need to use. Ulrika donned her coat and we walked over to a tunnel-like portico with rounded walls and columns that looked as much organic as architectural. Although shaded, it was much brighter here. After a quick reconnoiter, we couldn't see anyone near by so Ulrika dropped her coat and assumed a dramatic pose. We tried some of the hair flips she wanted with her blonde locks flying up in the air. A few of them would turn out pretty good. 

Ulrika's boobs were large but proportionate to her long frame and were topped by delicious-looking nipples. She looked really good and I felt a twinge of arousal in my pants as I continued to photograph her. Seeing a large bench where two corridors met, she ran up to it and began to pose for me in a more playful way. Butt out, boobs out, playing at the vamp. She turned from me and reached as high as she could, raised on to the toes of her shoes and stuck out her ass. This was a really erotic pose and I made sure to get it from every angle, including a close up of her sexy ass with hairless pussy lips peeking out below. At this movement we heard: "And here we have the...oh my!" A tour group had turned the corner and stood gaping at the sex goddess on display.  

I ran to get Ulrika's coat and we got out of there as fast as possible. Once we were out of the park, Ulrika grabbed my arm and started laughing. "God, that turned me on." And then she planted a kiss on my lips. I looked at her appraisingly. I would definitely have to once again redefine my idea of unattainable women. 

We had to wait in the metro station for the next train. At the far end of the platform with groups of people behind us, Ulrika opened up her coat for me to take more photos of her fantastic body. Once on the train, Ulrika discretely flashed her boobs to me even though my camera was packed away. As we reached the front gate, Ulrika turned to me and asked, "what do I have to do to earn my toe rings?" We both laughed. In her sexy Swedish lilt she suggested, "Let me give you a massage up in my room, and we'll see what happens." 

Ulrika's room was Spartan and tidy. There was a small picture of her family on a ski trip on the dresser next to a black-and-white nude photo I had taken of her in Yara's "studio." She asked me to sit down while she lit several candles. Their light bathed the room in a soft glow, softening the bare walls. "Take off your clothes and lie down on your stomach," Ulrika gently instructed me. I complied.

While I lay there I heard Ulrika take off her coat and shoes and put them in the closet. I heard her approach and felt her sit on the bed next to me and gently touch my shoulder. "This is sesame oil," she said, sliding first one hand then the other across my shoulder blades. Ulrika's hands felt warm on my skin as she methodically applied oil to my back and began to drive her thumbs into my muscle tissue. I forgot all about the sexual charge between us and surrendered to the sensations of a great massage.

Ulrika applied the same attention to my arms, legs and butt then asked me to turn over. I had completely lost track of time but it must have been half an hour since the massage had started. Ulrika took my face in her hands and used her thumbs to press around my temples, my eyes, my forehead—until every part of my face felt like it was glowing. She continued and massaged my chest and then my hands. I had experienced a few nice backrubs before but Ulrika's massage was a quantum leap beyond my previous experience. 

Next Ulrika massaged my feet and toes, pulling each one and sliding her fingers between them. She then slowing worked her way up my legs toward my crotch. My cock began to stir in anticipation and then she stopped. I opened my eyes to see Ulrika applying oil to her breasts. She smiled, "here comes the fun part."

Ulrika lay on top of me and began sliding her body all over mine. Her oiled body shone in the candlelight as she slithered over me. "You can touch me if you like" she offered. I let my fingers slide over Ulrika's shoulders when she came within reach. She slid all the way up and kissed me deeply.

I wrapped my arms around her and reveled in the feeling of her full warm breasts against my chest as we continued to kiss. Ulrika had tied her hair back and I appreciated the beauty of her face as she pulled back from our kiss. Her skin was clear except for tiny freckles near her nose that I had never noticed before. She fixed me with her cornflower blue eyes and said, "there's just one more thing to massage."

Ulrika slid back down my body until her breasts were on either side of my hardening cock. Lifting up a little, she swung her breasts over my cock, dragging her own hardening nipples over my shaft. Bringing her shoulders and upper arms together, Ulrika forced her breasts together around my cock. "Fuck my tits," she urged me. 

I began thrusting my cock between Ulrika's round breasts while she looked into my eyes. "Do my tits feel good around your cock?" she asked. 

"Your tits feel great. You are so sexy," I replied.

"Fuck my tits, Claude. Fuck my tits with your hard cock," Ulrika encouraged.

The sensation of Ulrika's breasts was amplified by the visual picture of the body of the Norse goddess slithering over me and the sound of her voice urging me on. I was ready for more, however and Ulrika was too because the next thing I knew she had taken the head of my cock between her lips. With her nipples now rubbing against my thighs, Ulrika fondled my balls with one hand while jacking my shaft with the other. With my cock head inside her lips, Ulrika used her tongue on the underside of my dick while I moaned and told her how good it felt. After about give minutes of this bliss, Ulrika pulled up and straddled me. Reaching down, she fit my cock between her labia and sat down, impaling herself on me. Her slick pussy seemed to throb around my cock.

Ulrika pulled her hair-tie off and her blond mane cascaded around her shoulders. Leaning forward, she fed her breasts to my mouth while she pumped her hips up and down. I sucked Ulrika's nipples, flicked them with my tongue, and gently bit them eliciting little cries from her. Ulrika's athletic body was so hot I wanted to possess her completely. I grabbed her firm ass and pushed up even harder into her pulsing cunt as Ulrika called out, "fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

After a few more minutes of intense rutting, Ulrika came with a scream and slammed down on my cock. I lost it too and spurted up into her, grunting and yelling along with her screams. She collapsed onto me as we both breathed heavily, hearts pounding, our oily, sweaty bodies glued together. 

We talked for a long time and began to hear the sound of other roommates coming upstairs and getting ready for bed. We began caressing each other until we were once again aroused. I fucked Ulrika from behind, admiring her fine ass and curving back as I held and squeezed her breasts, flicking her nipples between my fingers. Conscious of the roommates, we were quieter this time and I fucked her long and deeply while she softly moaned and pushed back to meet my thrusts. "Cum in me again, Claude," Ulrika softly incited. "I want to feel your cum dripping from my pussy." 

I grabbed Ulrika's ass and began to pull nearly all the way out as her pussy lips closed around my cock. I pumped out four or five spurts as Ulrika came with a breathy sigh. We were pretty spent by this time and soon fell asleep in each other's arms, with Ulrika's head resting on my chest. 

Such romantic postures rarely last a whole night as I've found and we woke up at some point in the middle of the night to get more comfortable. Ulrika's hand softly held my cock which began to swell. She chuckled and moved down to give me blow job, mostly stroking with her hand while licking and slurping the head of my cock. I gently held Ulrika's head, enjoying the feeling of her silky hair and marveling that such a divine creature was making love to me with such tenderness. I came again and Ulrika swallowed my cum with a satisfied moan. She turned so I could spoon her with my hand on her breast and then we slept without interruption.

The next day was Sunday and the pajama brigade had gathered downstairs for coffee. I had gone to my own room to shower before the rest were up. No one knew that I had spent the night with Ulrika, although if anyone had been upstairs during our first session, I'm sure she would have heard us. As I poured myself some coffee, Vesna looked at me and smiled: a hint of question in her face. Perhaps she had visited my room the night before and found me missing. I smiled back. 

Ulrika was sitting right next to the kitchen door on a stool in pink cotton pajamas, swinging her bare feet nonchalantly. "¡Dios mios!" exploded Carmen. "Ulrika's got toe rings!" 

Everyone gathered to verify this and made half-teasing exclamations of surprise. Yara's cool assessment was: "it's about time. You broke up with Lars months ago and that guy from the disco was a slime ball." 

Amidst the smiles I met the embarrassed gaze of Chhaya and a sort of stunned expression on Bilan. Since Chhaya had toe rings before she met us, Bilan was now the only one with unadorned toes. Was she stunned to feel left out or did she fear that she might join the club? She was certainly beautiful but I felt no connection with her at all. Besides I wasn't competing to earn merit badges for most roommates bedded. At any rate, despite the encouragement I had received to hook up with one roommate after another, I wondered if the others would approve of a liaison with the sometimes haughty Bilan. I didn't need to go that route. I was in heaven already.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 10



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

10: Chhaya

As we had seen last fall, Chhaya had a nice curvy body under the loose clothes she hid in. She had loosened up gradually and, under Carmen's tutelage and relentless prodding, had also transformed her wardrobe. Sometime in late Fall, Chhaya's loose pants had been replaced by form-fitting jeans that showed off her nice butt. In the spring, the loose fitting, cover-everything tops were retired to make way for tighter blouses that emphasized her breasts. A few of these blouses even revealed the upper curve of her breasts and a hint of cleavage. 

Carmen had taken her for a new hairdo as well. Although still shy and awkward, Chhaya no longer disappeared into the background. Although I don't think anyone would characterize Chhaya as strikingly gorgeous, she was blossoming into an attractive young woman. 

The biggest development, is that a guy from her program had asked her out. It went well and they saw each other several times over the next couple of weeks. He came to the house to pick her up, probably nervous to be checked out by Chhaya's nine female roommates, plus me, the guy downstairs and the shared boyfriend of most of the group (although I doubt if Chhaya told him anything about that). His name was Hugh. He was also British, with Caribbean parents like Chhaya, but of ultimately African origin. He was a sharp dresser, well-spoken, his eyes framed by glasses. We all liked him and felt happy for Chhaya.

Sometime around mid-March, Vesna and I were reading while leaning against each other in the rattan couch on the portico. Though the open doors nearby, we heard someone come into the living room. "How's it going with Hugh?" asked Carmen. 

"Good. I think." Replied Chhaya. 

"You gotta tell me more than that," laughed Carmen. "I assume you've kissed?" 

I imagined Chhaya's blush, then heard her say, "yes." 

"And how was it?" asked Carmen. 

"Wonderful," replied Chhaya. 

"So why are you uncertain? Have you done more than that?" pursued Carmen.

Another imagined blush. Vesna poked me with her finger but we kept quiet. 

"He, he...I let him touch...my boobs last night." I liked it that she said 'boobs,' no doubt also due to Carmen's influence. 

"Have other boys...?" pressed Carmen. 

"No! Not even kissing before this" responded Chhaya. 

"I can guess why you're nervous," put in Carmen. "You want to do more but you're scared." Silence. "Just take it slow, I'm sure he'll be very gentle with you when you tell him you're a virgin." 

"No!," insisted Chhaya. "I told him I wasn't. And now I'm afraid I'll disappoint him. I won't know how to please him." 

"Chhaya," said Carmen firmly, "I think it would be better if you told him. He'll understand." 

"I can't" said Chhaya with a sob. "I'll look like an idiot if I tell him I lied. And I won't know what to do, or I'll be too nervous." Another sob. Carmen made some consoling sounds but neither spoke for a minute.

"You're sure you won't tell him?" Carmen continued.

"Uh, uh," sniffled Chhaya. 

"What if...what if it was true?" asked Carmen. 

"If what was true?" asked Chhaya uncertainly. 

"What if you get some experience, some practice, before you spend the night with Hugh?" proposed Carmen. 

Chhaya dismissed Carmen's proposal. "It's taken 21 years for even one guy to ask me out. How I am supposed to find another so fast? Besides, that's just crazy, Carmen. Who do you think would even want to..." Chhaya's question faded out as she appeared to realize what, or rather who, Carmen was driving at. 

"Why not?" asked Carmen softly. 

Vesna poked me again and made a shushing gesture. 

Carmen continued. "Claude is very kind and, well, experienced." 

Chhaya objected: "he doesn't like me. Besides he has all of you 'beauties.' Why would he want me?" 

Carmen took a new tack. "What I hear you saying Chhaya, is that if Claude did want to make love to you, if he did find you attractive, that you would consider having him teach you. Is that right?" 

Impressed with Carmen's maneuvering skill, Vesna and I rolled our eyes at each other. "But he doesn't," said Chhaya.

"Why don't we find out?" asked Carmen. 

"No!" blurted a panicked Chhaya. "You can't tell him. Please don't tell him. Carmen, if you're my friend, please don't!" 

"Chhaya. I won't say anything about your situation. But you wouldn't mind if I just casually asked Claude for his opinion about you, whether he finds you attractive? If he doesn't, we can just drop it. You can go back to plan A of telling Hugh that you lied to him." 

Vesna shook her head. Carmen was laying it on thick. 

"Okay," conceded Chhaya. "But if he say's I'm ugly, please don't tell me." The phone rang and Carmen went to get it. We heard Chhaya get up and leave the room. Vesna took my hand and led me down to my basement quarters. 

Once in my room Vesna teased "Claude the sex-teacher! You're going to get a big head" as she grabbed my crotch. "I'm the one who should teach her about blow jobs. We can use you as the instruction dummy!" I took this in the best humor since as she said this, Vesna was peeling down my pants while kneeling in front of me. I did think Chhaya was attractive after all. I was not immune to the allure of a new lover. And she came pre-equipped, as it were, with some sexy toe rings. At this point it seemed inevitable.

"Imagine Chhaya licking your cock" cooed Vesna as she licked and stroked my cock. "Imagine peeling off her clothes and being the first man to fuck her." Vesna plunged her mouth down my shaft. I groaned. 

There was a tap at the door. "Just a minute." I said. 

"Who are you with?" asked Carmen though the door. 

"It's me," replied Vesna. 

"Okay, nothing urgent," said Carmen. "Claude, can you come talk to me before dinner?" 

"Sure thing," I replied. 

Vesna suppressed her giggles by thrusting my cock down her throat until I blew my load. Vesna shuddered in a cum-induced orgasm. I've known other lovers who are enthusiastic about giving blow jobs but none beside Vesna who actually climax during the act.  

I found Carmen in her room before dinner, having been informed of her whereabouts by Yara. I wondered if she was in on the plan to educate Chhaya but couldn't pick up on anything from her behavior. 

"Claude!" Carmen exclaimed. "Thanks for coming up. I want your advice on something." She had bought a couple of new tops and wanted my opinion. First she removed the blouse she was wearing, showing me her lacy black demi bra and then donned a red, low-cut, ruffled blouse, laced up like a corset in the front, presenting her gorgeous cleavage to maximum effect. 

"Carmen," I said, "you can stop right there. That is perfect for you. You can seduce me anytime in that." 

"Slow down big boy," Carmen teased. "I have another one to show you." 

The next blouse was simpler, in a retro paisley of purples and greens. It also had wide dramatic sleeves and displayed only slightly less of Carmen's cleavage than the red blouse. I gazed at her appreciatively and told her: "That's sexy too. Perhaps better for day wear." 

Carmen replied, "I like it but not as much. I was thinking of giving it to Chhaya. How do you think it would suit her?" Aha. Now the plan became clear. Carmen was incredibly skilled at this kind of thing. But I had secret knowledge.

"Chhaya would look fantastic in it," I enthused. "I'd love to see her wearing that. She has a lovely body that could really do it justice. And I think the colors and those sleeves would be a good look for her. Chhaya's a lovely woman who's really been blossoming over the past few months. I love seeing her wear more flattering clothing. And I'd like to see a little more of her beautiful skin." That should just about do it, I thought to myself.

"She's quite shy, 'though," put in Carmen. "Maybe she doesn't have the personality for this blouse." Carmen was putting me to a thorough test. At this point I wondered if she had arranged for Chhaya to eavesdrop. I would assume that she had. 

"I think there's a lot more to Chhaya than she lets us see," I said. "I think it's great the way you've become her friend. I'd like to be her friend too. But I have the impression that I make her uncomfortable. And I'm afraid that if I pursued a friendship with her that, given how things have gone around here, that's she'd think that I was trying to seduce her." 

"So you wouldn't seduce her?" asked Carmen.

"First of all Carmen," I said. "Chhaya is seeing Hugh now. He seems like a great guy and I'm really happy for her. I hope it works out." 

"Okay," said Carmen. "But what if she was available? Would you seduce her then?" 

"Carmen," I returned, "I think you know that men like me don't usually seduce the women we're intimate with. If I'm lucky, they seduce me. I've just been incredibly lucky since I got here. But you know this is still new for me." 

"Okay," responded Carmen, "If Chhaya was available and she chose you...what about that?" 

I replied, "If that was the case, I wouldn't hesitate. I find her very attractive." 

Carmen smiled in a way that betrayed that this wasn't just a hypothetical conversation. I thought she might come out with the whole story at this point since I had already agreed to participate. But she thanked me for my advice with a peck on the cheek and said "see you at dinner!"

While we gathered for dinner, Carmen produced a pitcher of margaritas made with a bottle of tequila she'd been saving. Before, during and after dinner, the pitchers flowed until the bottle was empty and the house was in high spirits. Chhaya had not been a drinker before and had only began to sip a little wine with dinner a few months ago. But this evening she had a least two margaritas. And she was wearing the new blouse revealing cleavage nearly as lush as Carmen's. I was enjoying the sight of the dark brown swell of her breasts. She was also wearing new platform sandals. Chhaya's petite brown toes sparkled with a variety of toe rings, not just plain silver but jeweled as well. I really didn't have to be talked into this at all.

I sat down on the couch next the Chhaya and told her how beautiful she looked. Instead of blushing, Chhaya told me I looked nice too. She didn't suddenly become confident and outgoing, but the crippling shyness was gone. As we talked comfortably and I felt myself feeling excited about the transformed Chhaya, I could see Carmen watching. I was trying to figure out the game since, ostensibly, it was understood that I was not going to move in on Hugh's budding romance. In spite of her transformation, I couldn't imagine Chhaya blurting out that she wanted me to teach her about sex. And then Chhaya did look a little uneasy. "Claude," she said, "can you please bring me some water? I feel a little dizzy." 

"Hold on," I told Chhaya, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. 

I went to the kitchen where I was intercepted by Vesna who grabbed me for a kiss then spoke into my ear: "Carmen knew we were under the portico and could hear everything. She planned it." Damn. Carmen was one step ahead of me the whole time. I never had any secret information at all. She knew that I had all the information I needed to say the right things up in her bedroom. But Chhaya couldn't know that I had been listening. I still couldn't figure out what came next. 

I returned to Chhaya with a tall glass of water. She did look a little flushed. I suggested we go out to the patio for some air. Chhaya assented and took my arm, stumbling a little on her new shoes. I couldn't help but notice the jiggle of her breasts. I think she noticed me looking. I guided her out to a lounge chair under the fig tree with my arm around her. She smelled great with a citrusy kind of scent that was probably also new. It felt so right but I couldn't just kiss her without somehow dealing with the Hugh issue. Chhaya leaned back against my chest. "Are you alright?" I gently asked. 

"Thanks Claude, I just need a minute. I really appreciate you taking care of me. The fresh air is helping." 

As we sat in the dappled moonlight, a figure emerged from the house. Carmen: the great ringmaster. She approached and sat at the end of the lounge chair after giving both Chhaya and I a tender kiss. "You two look so perfect there," said Carmen dreamily. I thought both of them looked perfect. While I don't consider myself breast-obsessed, the two views of deep cleavage before me, Carmen's punctuated by an Aztec medallion, was definitely focusing my attention. Carmen took Chhaya's hand. "Chhaya, I think this is the moment where you allow me to borrow Claude for a minute, so I can explain a few things to him." 

Chhaya paused a moment. She could still chicken out, and everything I knew about her up until this week pointed in that direction. Chhaya replied," sure Carmen, "I'll just sit her and drink more water." Carmen lead me away.

Around the corner of the house, Carmen smiled at me triumphantly. "Okay," I said, "this is where you pretend to tell me what I already know but which Chhaya thinks I still don't know. You are damned clever. My only question is: who else is in on it? And where was Chhaya hiding when I provided you with wardrobe advice?" 

"Well, said Carmen, "I had to respect Chhaya's privacy so I didn't tell anyone. After dinner I told Vesna that I knew that my conversation with Chhaya had been overheard. She put it together from there and I thought it prudent to give you a head's up." 

"Mighty thoughtful of you to consider me," I said mockingly. 

Carmen laughed. "Chhaya prefers that the rest don't know about this and I promised not to tell, but she knows that someone might see you leaving her room. She'll deal with it."

Carmen went on to explain: "Chhaya wouldn't agree to hide in my closet or under my bed. I just opened the window and she happened to be hanging clothes on the balcony outside. She heard well enough. Your performance was perfect. Now get over there and make a woman of her." 

Carmen gripped me and kissed me fiercely for a minute, her wonderful breasts pressed against me. "Time to work, stud" she whispered and pinched my ass. I really won't be surprised if someday she's president of Mexico. She has my vote.

I went back to Chhaya with a big smile to put her at ease. I sat down, took her in my arms and said: "Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for trusting me. I feel this is a real gift." I kissed Chhaya softly. She opened her lips, her big eyes gazing into mine. Everything about her was soft and dreamy, yet charged with a latent eroticism that electrified me. "Your room?" I guessed. 

"I'm ready," breathed Chhaya.

Carmen admitted us to Chhaya's room and closed the door. She had lit candles and the room had been carefully arranged, including some fragrant lilies that I think are called Stargazers. "Thanks Carmen," said Chhaya with emotion. 

"Do you want me to stay and show you some things?" asked Carmen. 

"No," said Chhaya firmly. "Just me and Claude. And don't watch or listen. Okay?" 

"Okay," laughed Carmen. "I'll go back to the party." 

I was glad that Chhaya didn't seem to realize that even if no one was actively spying on us, that everyone down stairs would be speculating about where we had gone and what we were doing within about five minutes. 

I gazed at Chhaya as she stood in the candlelight. Her big eyes shone like mountain pools at midnight, or so they seemed to me. With her new look and her determination not to chicken out, I really felt I was looking at a different person. While not as dark complexioned as Bilan, who, after all, was African. Chhaya's skin was a deep rich brown. "You're so beautiful" I told her, then took her in my arms. 

Chhaya melted into me with a soft sigh, then turned her face up for a kiss. We kissed for a long time, at first softly stroking each other's arms and backs, moving to shoulders, necks, chests and breasts. 

I was feeling a lot of heat between us at this point and led Chhaya to the bed. She sat down on the bed and I sat on the floor in front of her. I unlaced her sandals, and caressed and kissed each dainty foot in turn. Chhaya softly moaned as I began to flick her toes with my tongue, feeling the contrast between her soft skin, smooth pedicured nails and the hard edge of her tiny toe rings. Although a year before I would have dismissed the idea, I can say at that point that I definitely had an obsession with women's feet.

I rose and unfastened Chhaya's jeans. She stood to push them down and off. Her legs and thighs were fuller and rounder than those of the more lithe women of the house but she was in no way out of shape. Her skin was firm and soft to the touch.

Chhaya reached for my jeans with a delicate hand and tried to manage the buttons. I helped her, then slid my own pants to the ground after kicking off my shoes. I unbuttoned my shirt and Chhaya began to explore my bare chest with her hands, coming close to breath on my nipples and taking a taste of them with her mouth. I don't wear underwear and my cock stuck straight out and upward but Chhaya ignored it.

"I love your new blouse, Chhaya," I said. "But I'm dying to see what's underneath it." Chhaya betrayed a fleeting expression of embarrassment but nodded her assent. She carefully pulled the blouse over her head. Her dangly earrings tinkled as she did so and she now stood before me in a sexy bra and panty set of lavender lace that stood out dramatically from her dark skin. The demi bra showed a lot of curvy cleavage that drew me in. I licked those swelling curves until they glistened, then popped open the front closure on her bra. 

Chhaya's soft breasts spilled out into my face. Her nipples and aureoles were brown with a tinge of eggplant purple and swelled out like ripe figs from her breasts. Whatever insecurities Chhaya might have had about those surely disappeared as I moaned in pure arousal and gently but intensely adored them with my fingers, lips and tongue. Chhaya was moaning too, raking her fingers up and down my back, not enough to scratch me but enough to ignite my passion for her. My stimulation of her breasts became too much for Chhaya and she pushed my head away. "I love it," she gushed, "but it's so intense." 

I stood up to kiss her again, then laid her down on the bed. I pulled off the lavender panties, enjoying the sight of the pale cloth passing over Chhaya's dark legs and feet. Chhaya instinctively covered her pussy with one hand, then with a determined look on her face, took the hand away. It was shaved below, showing purple labia, edged in pink, glistening with moisture. The hair on her mons was short and shaved into the shape of a heart. Carmen must have nagged her relentlessly to get her to do that. 

A haunting scent came from Chhaya's body. I don't know what to compare it to, but it had a strong effect on me. I slid my hands from Chhaya's feet up her calves and thighs and gently pushed her open. Before she could object, I started kissing her thighs and her mons, slowly working towards her pussy. Chhaya propped herself up on her elbows to watch me lick her. As I started to run my tongue along her labia and clitoris, Chhaya softly cried out little moans of pleasure. I couldn't tell if she reached orgasm but she soon reached a point of intensity such that she again pushed my head away. "So intense" she murmured.

"Teach me," asked Chhaya, breathing heavily. "Show me how to please you." 

"Well," I replied. "I think you need to get acquainted with this." Moving up next to her, I took her hand and put it on my cock. I expected at least a glint of panic in those big eyes but Chhaya's gaze was calmly focused on my cock. She began to stroke it uncertainly. I took her hand and guided her movement and moaned to show her what I liked. I took her other hand and put her fingers around my balls. Chhaya seemed to grasp the situation more intuitively at this point. 




Barcelona Beauties Ch. 10



Chhaya lay beside me with her head at my hip and continued to stroke me with both hands. She didn't take her eyes of my cock. I was also entranced by the sight of her dainty hands caressing me. Chhaya laid her cheek on my stomach, blocking my view but I could feel her breath on the head of my cock. Then a tentative tongue tip. I involuntarily jerked. "Did I do something wrong?" Chhaya asked in concern. 

"It's just like what you were feeling. Some moments are very intense," I explained. "But I don't want you to stop."

"I want to learn...you know..." she began. 

"Chhaya," I gently replied, "when you're with your lover, it's not only okay to use words you might not use with other people, it can actually excite him. It can add to the intimacy you feel. I don't know why and it's not the same for everyone, but, why don't you try it? You can call that a cock. You can call yours a pussy. Some useful verbs are lick, suck, blow, swallow, and fuck. Do you want to learn to suck my cock?" 

"Yes," Chhaya responded. 

"Yes, what?" I prompted. Pause. The shy Chhaya still had some barriers to overcome. 

"I want to learn to suck...your cock," she said in a firm voice. Hearing that from Chhaya made me very hard. 

I explained to Chhaya how to kiss and lick my cock all over and to stroke the shaft with one or two hands while sucking just the head of it. I positioned her on her knees in front of me and enjoyed watching her suck and stroke my cock while her luscious boobs swayed below her. I suggested that rubbing her nipples against my thighs as she sucked me would give pleasure to both of us but not to worry if that was too much to coordinate. Slowly at first, Chhaya began to stroke back and forth with breasts and hands in unison, while sucking me halfway into her mouth on the back stroke. 

"If you like," I continued to instruct her, "you can move your hands down to play with my balls and take my cock deeper into your mouth as you suck." 

Chhaya was really getting into it, and learning to adjust her pace and technique as I moaned approval. Chhaya was actually giving me a fantastic blowjob and was able to take most of my cock into her mouth. I felt my orgasm approaching and asked her to stop. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, sitting up. 

"No way. You are amazing. If you keep going I'm going to cum. You'll need to think about how and where you want your lover to cum." Chhaya looked at me expectantly with her hands holding my cock. 

"Sometimes oral sex is foreplay before intercourse." I explained. 

"Do you mean fucking?" teased Chhaya. She was really a fast learner. 

I smiled and laughed. "Many guys, and I'm one of them, really enjoy cumming from a blow job. Some women don't like cum in their mouth but might enjoy having a man squirt on her face, her boobs, or her ass. That can be exciting for the guy too. 

For me, there's something especially intimate when a woman lets you, wants you to cum in her mouth. My first girlfriend didn't like it, so I feel like it's a special mark of affection when a woman does that. Of these women, some swallow it, and some spit it out. For a guy, well at least this guy, having a woman swallow your cum is incredibly intense and intimate. But I understand that some women don't find this appealing and I still respect and love them." I added. Chhaya looked thoughtful. 

"Is it true that Vesna has an orgasm when you...cum in her mouth?" Chhaya asked. 

"It's true," I replied. "But I've never heard of anyone else like that. It's good you bring that up because I think it's good to remember that people are turned on by different things and there is no such thing as "normal" sex. If you can be open to what you and your lover like, I think you can have a happy and healthy sex life." Chhaya thought some more.

"You know, Chhaya," I said. "I think you're already becoming a wonderful lover. I can see that you're figuring out things on your own, and leaning to follow your lover's pleasure. We could stop now if you like." I didn't want to stop but a part of me felt that I wasn't entitled to Chhaya. That somehow, if I took her virginity, it would feel like stepping on a butterfly. 

Chhaya looked hurt. "Chhaya, if you think I don't want to, you've really misread me." 

She brightened up a bit. "I want to..," she began. "Not just to learn, but to learn with you." 

I melted. "I'm really glad," I said, giving her a deep kiss. Chhaya put her arms around me and ran her hands up and down my back.

I kissed her and stroked her breasts, irresistibly drawn to pull on her long nipples. Chhaya sighed and ran her hands back down to my cock which had gone half-mast. It soon regained full strength with Chhaya's touch. I pulled my lips away from her to look into her eyes. Chhaya was a goddess too. The kind you think is just an ordinary person until the moment of enchantment. I imaged kissing Chhaya centuries in the past, in a palace chamber or a nomad's tent. Her beauty wasn't the fashion of this time but the fantasy of another.

Chhaya resumed her position in front of me and sucked my cock into her mouth. After a moment, she recaptured the motion of her breasts and hands. She looked up at me for approval. "That feels so good Chhaya, you have no idea. What's going to happen when I cum?" 

"I want to try it," she said. "I don't know if I can swallow. But I want to taste it." She paused, "I want you to cum in my mouth." I was so turned on to hear Chhaya say this my cock throbbed in her hands with a jolt. "Wow." Chhaya exclaimed, witnessing her own power.

Chhaya's nipples grew hard against my thighs as my shaft became drenched from her mouth, allowing her little hands to slide up and down my shaft. Chhaya's lips drew back and forth on the head of my cock and I could feel her tongue on the underside. I was breathing hard, and moaning my encouragement. My cock was as hard as I thought possible. "I'm going to cum," I warned Chhaya, and spurted up into her mouth. 

Chhaya slowed her stroking and kept my cock in her mouth, moaning as I pumped out into her. Some of my cum dribbled out of her mouth but she had captured nearly all of it. When I stopped spurting, she slowly pulled her lips off my cock. Her eyes glazed, hair out of place, I wondered if I should offer her something to spit in. Chhaya breathed deeply without moving. Looking at me with an expression I couldn't read, I was about to ask if she was alright when Chhaya swallowed. She smiled at me in triumph. "I like it," she said, as if amazed by this herself.

I got back down between Chhaya's thighs and began to kiss her wet pussy lips gently. I licked and kissed her for a while, avoiding her clit, and rubbed her up and down from her calves to her breasts as she softly moaned. I tentatively tapped her clit with my tongue and Chhaya exclaimed "oh!" and grabbed my head with her hands. 

Continuing to lick her pussy, I used my tongue to stroke her lips up to her clit, causing her to moan and writhe around on the bed. I put one finger inside her and then another, and slowly pushed them in and out while I increased the proportion of time with my tongue on her clit. Now Chhaya was moaning my name in between sharp inhalations while she trembled from head to foot. Chhaya began to cry out and I gave her clit a burst of concentrated licking as she bucked her hips up and down in and sobbed as her orgasm coursed through her body. 

When Chhaya's orgasm ended, I moved up to lie next to her, watching her breasts heave as she regained her breath. Chhaya turned to me, and looked at me in wonder, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Claude," she gushed, jumping on top of me to kiss my lips, face and neck with abandon. I felt deeply moved and clasped Chhaya fiercely.

As I held Chhaya in my arms, her skin shining darkly in the candlelight, she lay her head upon my chest. I felt a twinge of jealously that soon Hugh would be enjoying Chhaya's bed instead of me. I knew it was utterly ridiculous for me to feel this way but I guess I'm just a romantic. I loved Chhaya too.

We woke up at dawn. I with a hard on, and Chhaya with a desire to learn more. After a mutual oral warm up I taught her to fuck in the positions familiarly known as missionary, doggie style, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. The names are pretty lame but the positions are classics. Chhaya asked to repeat cowgirl, fucking me with intensity while she looked into my eyes. Her pussy held my cock with a firm grip as she pulsed her hips up and down. 

"I think I'm going to cum," she said in a shaky voice. "I want you to wait. I want you to cum...in my mouth again." I bucked up to meet Chhaya's thrusts, grabbing onto her boobs and pulling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. The demure Chhaya actually yelled when she came and I almost lost it. She jumped off and knelt before me as I pulled off the condom. I stroked my cock as she held open her mouth with an intense, hungry look, her tongue slightly protruding from between her lush lips. Between my good aim and Chhaya's concentration, she caught every drop on her tongue, then sucked the head of my cock between her lips for a minute as I moaned in pleasure at the exquisite sensations.

Releasing my cock, Chhaya panted with her mouth open, apparently savoring the taste, playing with my cum with her tongue. She closed her lips and her eyes and swallowed with a contented moan. We lay down and caressed each other. With our legs entwined, Chhaya rubbed my calf with her dainty foot. 

"That was so wonderful, Chhaya," I said in sincere appreciation. 

"Thank you so much for teaching me and letting me please you," she replied, giving me an enthusiastic kiss. "I felt so safe with you. It didn't hurt. I loved how you made me feel. And I even had orgasms!" 

I reckoned with a mixture of pride and sadness that Chhaya's education was complete. Hugh was going to be one very satisfied guy and if he didn't appreciate her and treat her like a princess, well, I'd be there to take up the slack.

Even though the toe rings she already had were of a more refined quality. I gave two more in a little box to Chhaya the next day. Although we didn't have sex again, amidst her sparkly toe ornaments, Chhaya always wore one of the plain silver toe rings from me.  

Chhaya and I became friends who treated each other with great tenderness and affection. And although we were now "just friends," whenever Chhaya and I touched, hugged or kissed, there was always a bit more intensity than such innocent affections are supposed to have. Between us it was always a lover's touch, a lover's embrace, and a lover's kiss.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 11



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

*

On the first day of April, I was alone in the house with Carmen when the phone rang. Carmen picked up and I heard her gasp. From her side of the conversation I gathered that someone was hurt and in the hospital. After a moment, Carmen hung up and filled me in. Bilan had been run down by a moped, and may have broken her leg. As the only ones home, Carmen and I left a note and hoped on the metro to go to the hospital.

Bilan was in a noisy shared hospital room looking miserable. Her face was swollen, her leg in a brace, and there were bandages on her arms. She had a hairline fracture and wouldn't need a cast but would have to stay off the leg for a while and then begin physical therapy. We checked out crutches for her and dealt with hospital business, then brought her back in a cab. Carmen and I helped her up to her room, brought her some juice and some magazines. She thanked us but was sunk pretty deep in her misery. When the others came home they all pitched in to help and tried to comfort Bilan. She was sore in a lot of places and then became nauseous with the after effects of a shot of morphine administered when she was admitted. I think she was probably mortified to become dependent on us. 

We made a schedule to look after Bilan's needs. She needed help getting dressed, bathing and going to the bathroom. Since she could hop around a little on the crutches but couldn't deal with the stairs, we stationed her in the living room. She didn't like giving up her privacy but accepted the necessity of the move. 

I brought her soup and read short stories to her. Her mood went from miserable to glum to acceptance. She became capable of being cheered up, something I was good at. Toward the end of her first week of recovery came a day that I was the only one home from about noon to six. Bilan and I talked and learned about each other's lives in some detail. She was feeling good enough to feel restless from inactivity and was also bothered by the heat. I got a damp cloth and cooled her face with it. Bilan thanked me and told me it felt really good. I then placed the damp cloth on her neck. Bilan tilted her head back to allow me access and again thanked me. I told her she didn't need to thank me but just to relax and enjoy it. 

Next I used the cloth on her hands and wrists. Bilan closed her eyes as I worked up her bare arms to her shoulders, then back to her neck and face. She was breathing softly and murmured a few pleased sighs. She was wearing loose pajama pants and her feet were bare. I now used the cloth on her feet and ankles, being very careful with her fractured leg. 

During the whole operation I couldn't help but drink in the sight and touch of Bilan's willowy body. Her dark brown skin shone with the moisture of the damp cloth. Holding and caressing her feet with the cloth put a lump in my throat, and yes, in my pants as well. Her feet resembled her hands, also long, slender and graceful. I had stopped noticing her beauty months ago, put off by her snooty uptightness. She wasn't acting like that now. At the same time, I didn't regard this as a seduction. I had put Bilan in the forget-about-it category long ago and assumed she had done the same about me. In addition, all the indications were that she was going to save herself for marriage or at least for a steady, wealthy boyfriend. I lay her foot back down on the day bed and prepared to stand up.

Bilan opened her eyes. "That feels really good. It's making me feel better. Could you please do it some more?" Bilan placed the foot from the undamaged leg in my lap. Yes, I found this erotic and recognized that Bilan was feeling some level of pleasurable erotic charge with me. But none of this transgressed the boundaries of what non-sexual friends might do for each other. Did it?

I gave Bilan a foot massage without the cloth and reached up to her knee under the pajamas of the uninjured leg. I massaged her hands and lovely bare arms. I massaged her head and face and all around her neck. With her eyes closed, Bilan moaned barely audible sighs of appreciation. I returned to work on her hands some more, appreciating how beautiful and delicate they were. 

I felt a temptation to suck her fingers into my mouth but had no intention of doing so. Bilan opened her eyes and watched me. "No one has every done this for me before." 

"I take it you like it," I said. 

"It's wonderful. You have such a gentle touch, you make me feel so..." Bilan faltered. 

"Feel so what?" I gentled prodded as I ran my thumb up the underside of her arm. Bilan said nothing and looked at me with a strange expression: pained? "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I asked solicitously. She still had some bruises. 

"It's not that," she said. Bilan looked down. 

"Bilan, what is it? You can tell me" I was very curious. 

"It's embarrassing. I didn't mean to think it" she said. 

I though this very interesting. "Think of what?" I persisted. 

"I'll tell you but don't laugh. You made me feel cared for, like when I was a little girl with my grandma. It's silly," she blushed. 

"That's very sweet, Bilan," I reassured her. "I know we haven't exactly been best friends and I suspect you don't approve of me. But the funny thing is, is that I do care for you." 

Bilan got that look people get when they won't allow themselves to cry in front of someone. "I did judge you. You don't act the way I was taught that nice people act. So why do I think you're the nicest person I've ever met?" she said. I spontaneously gave Bilan a kiss on the cheek in thanks for the complement. 

"You must be tired after massaging me. I wish I could give you a massage too." 

"Perhaps when you're better," I suggested. "If you're comfortable sitting up I can rub your back too. You must be sore from the bed." With my help, Bilan sat up and I sat cross-legged behind her. Through her thick cotton shirt, I massaged Bilan's back and shoulders. She moaned a little and let her head loosely roll back and forth. "Does that feel alright?" I asked. 

"It's different through the cloth. It itches a little," she replied. 

"I'll stop if you like," I said. 

"Um," faltered Bilan. "If you...I mean if you don't look at my front...I could pull the shirt up," she suggested, the pitch of her voice raised in nervous tension. 

"Sure," I agreed, and slid the shirt up around her neck. Even though I was behind her, she crossed her arms over her small breasts. "That tenses up your back," I objected. "And I can't see anything from back here anyway." 

"Okay," she agreed. "I guess I'm being silly again. It's not like you haven't seen lots of...oh, I'm being rude to you. Claude, I'm sorry." 

Working over her slender back I countered: "Bilan, nothing you said was rude. Please relax"

I loved massaging Bilan's beautiful body and enjoyed the sight of her narrow back meeting the curve of her hips. In fact I did want to see more of her but I wasn't about to push. After awhile, I helped Bilan put her shirt back on so she could lie down. She looked at me with deep appreciation in her doe-like eyes. We still had hours to go and I was enjoying taking care of Bilan, particularly because she was becoming a nicer person. "Shall I finish reading that story," I asked her. She said yes and I got up to retrieve the book and pull the chair next to her day bed. 

"Like down next to me," suggested Bilan. "There's room and you can relax too." 

It was relaxing. After half a dozen pages I felt sleepy, stopped reading and closed my eyes. I must have drowsed off. When I awoke, Bilan was lightly caressing my hand with her own. "That feels nice," I said. 

"I like your hands," she said. "Artist hands." I turned on my side to face Bilan and took her other hand in mine. We looked into each others' faces while our hands met in mutual caresses. Bilan lifted my left hand up to her face and studied it intently. Dreamily, she pulled it to her lips and kissed the palm of my hand. 

"I like that," I encouraged. Bilan kissed my palm again and then carefully kissed my hand all over with her silky lips. This was the most ethereal erotic experience. I knew it wasn't going to lead to sex as I understood it given the tenderness of Bilan's injured leg. But this was definitely a new erotic high. Unbelievably to myself, I felt my emotions well up with deep affection for Bilan. I really am a sucker. How many women could I fall in love with at the same time? 

I reciprocated by kissing Bilan's right hand in the way she had kissed mine. When I took her middle finger into my mouth she inhaled sharply. After I sucked all her fingers she placed her hand on my chest and looked at me with pouty open lips. I leaned toward her and we kissed. We kissed slowly and tenderly while Bilan softly explored my chest with one hand. I held her face in my hands as we kissed. After a long bout of such gentle erotic contact, we came up for air. "I really didn't expect this, Bilan." She lowered her eyes.

"Is this okay?" I asked. She nodded, looking into my eyes again. 

"My first boyfriend broke up with me because I wouldn't have sex with him. I did have sex with my second boyfriend but then he took me for granted. I broke up with him. He was very self-centered," She paused. "I know I've been self-centered too." 

"You're being very sweet now," I said. "But I'm not exactly your type, am I?" 

"It's true, I didn't give you a second thought in the beginning. But after I saw you with Kiraz and Vesna..." she paused and then looked embarrassed. 

"What do you mean you saw us?" I asked. 

Bilan responded: "It was me in the dining room. I came in the back door and was on my way to the kitchen and saw the three of you in the living room." 

I now remembered that we had heard the sound of someone rushing from the room after I fucked Kiraz for the first time and blew my cum into Vesna's mouth. I had wondered for a while who it had been but then forgot all about it. 

"How much did you see?" I asked. 

She paused. "A lot." Bilan pursed her lips then said, "I disapproved of what you were doing. I thought Kiraz and Vesna acted like sluts. I thought you were just a user like my last boyfriend. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I even had a dream a few nights later that you were doing that to me. So I forced myself to put it out of my mind." 

"And now?" I asked. "Do you still disapprove? It's not exactly traditional family values around here."

"It's weird," Bilan responded. "Over time I've gotten used to it. To how you...have sex with...with everyone." 

"Everyone but you Bilan," I pointed out. 

"I don't know if I'm ready for that," she mused. "But I'd like to do more of, this." Bilan kissed me and we began making out again, this time with a little more heat and urgency. I placed my hand on Bilan's chest, above her small firm breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra and certainly didn't need one anyway. I wanted to touch those breasts. 

"Bilan," I said, breaking our kiss. "I understand that you're not ready for the kind of sex you saw me having with Kiraz and Vesna. I'll respect your limits. But if you think you might like it, I'd like to touch your breasts. I'd like to kiss them too, if you're comfortable with that." 

Without hesitating Bilan answered, "I want you to." I carefully helped her remove her shirt and ran my hands all over her sleek torso, grazing her breasts and then her nipples and finally lowered my lips to her breasts. I must have spent half an hour licking her breasts and tweaking her nipples while she moaned and sighed. She told me she never wanted me to stop, but then, feeling a pang of selfishness, she said she wanted to reciprocate. 

I removed my shirt and lay down as Bilan awkwardly lay on her side in a way that accommodated her injured leg. Her hands, lips and tongue felt wonderful. I'm sure Bilan could see my raging hard cock straining against my pants but she wasn't ready for that and I didn't push her. I was savoring the slow build up and anticipation. I could wait. By now it was late afternoon. Anticipating that the others would start to arrive home in the coming hour, we put our shirts back on and I went to bring in the clothes that had been drying on the clothesline. 

After dinner, sitting with Vesna on the patio, I told her what had happened. "That is great!" she said. "I can't believe it. If you can do her too, well, that's ten girls with toe rings!" 

"I'm not sure it will go that far but I won't be surprised," I said. 

"You should skip class tomorrow and stay home with her," said Vesna. "You won't get any privacy over the weekend and I think you're on a roll." I conceded that would be the best plan of action.

"Your cock must be bursting," Vesna remarked, discretely grabbing my crotch (Yara and Lisa were talking on the couch under the portico). "I'd better take care of that." 

Vesna took me down to my room. We stripped off our clothes. Vesna pushed me back on the bed and inhaled my cock with her mouth. She quickly had me diamond hard and pulled off to take a breath. "I want you to cum down my throat. I want to drink your cum. But I want you to imagine that it's Bilan. Talk to me like I'm Bilan."

"Bilan, you're so good at sucking cock," I whispered. "Your pretty lips and fingers feel so good around my cock. I want to blow my load in your mouth, I want to coat your tongue, I want to fill your mouth. Bilan, I want you to swallow my cum!" I spurted down into Vesna's throat. She gulped down my cum and shivered in her own orgasm. We collapsed together. 

The next day I stayed home with Bilan. After breakfast we talked about the news and then I asked how she felt about what had happened the day before. Bilan said she had loved it. That she hoped we could do more today except for one thing. She felt kind of sweaty and wanted to be clean if I was going to be getting that close to her body. 

I gave Bilan a sponge bath. This involved taking off all her clothes, including her panties, which she was very bashful about. I carefully removed her leg brace so I could wipe down the injured leg too. Bilan was embarrassed by the heavy bruising but I lovingly kissed her now clean bruises before putting the brace back on. Bilan made me turn away while she took the sponge and washed her private parts. I took away the towel and put a fresh white sheet under her. Her dark skin glowed against the soft white cotton. 

I had borrowed some coconut oil from Yara and began to anoint Bilan's slender body. When I was done I took the foot of her uninjured leg in my hands and brought it to my lips. I kissed it all over as Bilan shivered and cooed. I sucked on each long, finger-like toe. Bilan gasped. She seemed to be on the line between ticklish and aroused. For me it was all arousal. I extended the same treatment to the other foot, being careful not to put pressure on her leg.

I returned to the other foot and began licking and stroking my way up her leg to her waist. Avoiding her mons, I continued up to her bellybutton. Bilan took my head in her hands and pushed my tongue into her bellybutton, breathing with her mouth open. I slowly began to kiss down her belly towards her mons. "Tell me when you want me to stop," I told her. Bilan said nothing and just ran her fingers through my hair as I teased the soft tuft of her bush. Next I ran my tongue along the side of her pussy lips. Bilan's breathing became more intense. When I grazed one of her flower petal labia, she moaned. 

Taking this as sufficient approval, I slathered Bilan's labia with my saliva, poking my tongue between her folds and pushing my lips against her as she gripped my head. Her juices were flowing. I made a series of long tongue strokes that culminated at her clit. Bilan began to utter little cooing sounds. Concentrating on her clit with lips and tongue, I brought her to an orgasm marked by a high pitched moan. Shuddering, Bilan pushed my head away from her over-stimulated clit.

I held her for a little while then Bilan said, "no one ever did that for me before. I think I understand why they love you." With her newfound consideration for others, Bilan felt that she should reciprocate. I said she didn't have to, that her leg would make it hard for her. She insisted. 

I took off my shorts and we lay facing each other. At Bilan's request, I moved up until my cock was directly in front of her face. Bilan took my hard cock into her soft hands and explored it by touching it all over and moving it around. Pulling me closer, Bilan kissed the head of my cock as she had my lips. As she kissed my cock she started to stroke my shaft with her fingertips. This was feeling pretty good and I told her so.

Over the next half hour, Bilan tried out numerous techniques with her mouth and hands. Sometimes she was awkward: giving head was clearly something she hadn't done before. But eventually she found a rhythm that had me moaning and encouraging her. Looking upon her innocent face and graceful fingers I felt myself approaching the end. "Bilan," I said, "I'm going to cum soon. If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, you better stop." Bilan kept stroking and sucking. This was really hot. Again I felt difficulty believing that this was really happening to me. I gushed out into Bilan's mouth. She stopped sucking but continued to stroke my shaft until I finished cumming. "Wow!" I exclaimed, "that was great." 

Bilan closed her eyes and stopped moving but kept my cock in her mouth. I considered how to delicately inquire if she wanted to spit, and what receptacle I might offer. As my cock softened, Bilan released it from her lips and opened her eyes. "Do you need to spit?" I asked. Bilan's eyes showed surprise. 

"Was I supposed to?" 

I laughed. "You are incredible," I told her. "I love it that you swallowed. Not everybody does, so it makes me feel very special." Bilan just smiled at me.

In the afternoon, I helped Bilan dress up in a lovely outfit made of silk in wavy stripes of gold, brown and deep red. People who don't walk don't need to wear shoes but I did bring something for her feet: a tiny box with two silver toe rings. I chose the second toe of the right foot and the fourth toe of the left foot for the rings then sucked her toes a little while to christen them. Before the others came home, Bilan covered her feet and lower legs with a sheet. I guess she wasn't ready to go public with her toe rings. Given the level of teasing and getting in each other's business common to the house, I didn't take it poorly.

At dinner time, Yara brought a plate of food to Bilan and helped her sit up against a cushion. She complemented Bilan on the scooped, sleeveless blouse and long flowing pants that shone in the soft lighting. Yara appraised Bilan's appearance and asked her if this was a special occasion. With her uninjured foot, Bilan casually kicked off the sheet. "Ay!" shrieked Yara, who jumped up and down laughing, telling everyone to come look. 

"Toe rings!" exclaimed Carmen. Everyone was congratulating Bilan and to a lesser extent, me. 

Vesna said "I'm not surprised. I think Bilan planned this all along." 

"She planned to get hit by a moped?" Lisa teased. 

"You see, Bilan," said Kiraz impishly, "you're just a toe ring slut like the rest of us." 

"Speak for yourself, Kiraz," shot back Yara and everybody hooted in laughter. 

"We don't do it for the toe rings," put in Carmen, "we do it because we like to fuck Claude!" This was followed by more cheers and laughter. 

In place of the Friday night orgy, the beauties treated Bilan and I like a bridal couple, insisting we spend the night together and saw to our every comfort. Once they finally left us alone, we lay naked together in the candlelight. We laughed about being treated like a bride and groom, then Bilan asked, "do you think we should consummate it?" 




Barcelona Beauties Ch. 11



With her leg in a brace and still pretty sore, it was a challenge to figure out a position in which to fuck. In the end, we both lay on our sides and I entered Bilan from behind. Her pussy felt wonderfully tight and wet. Without any vigorous movement that could hurt her, I gently fucked the lovely Bilan to several orgasms and then came myself with a very satisfied groan. 

As Bilan's leg healed over the next month, we were able to fuck in a variety of positions but she retained a preference for getting fucked from behind—either on her side or doggie style. She said it made her imagine of our first time and the way I had taken care of her. Bilan also became proficient at giving blowjobs and really enjoyed doing it. I was very fond of licking her pussy, especially after she began keeping it shaved. I loved running my hands up and down her slender thighs as I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. 

After Bilan moved back into her room, we continued to have sex during the days we were home on the couch of the common room. We were occassionally interrupted by the amused roommates who gently teased us but were hardly bothered. 

Bilan and I also enjoyed laying out naked on the patio, sharing a lounge. We would rub oil over each other until we were so aroused that we had to fuck. We figured out a new position. I would lie on my back and Bilan would lie on top, also face up, and slip my cock into her cunt. Lifting herself up with hands and legs, I could support most of her weight easily by holding her hips as we fucked with the hot sun pouring down on us. After these inevitably sweaty sessions, Bilan and I rinsed off together in the shower, then lay around naked in her room. The third time we did this, however, there was an unexpected development.

Bilan and I were making out, naked on a patio lounge, when I saw a glimpe of frizzy hair through the door under the shade of the portico. I said nothing to Bilan and we continued sliding our oiled bodies together in the sun. Bilan was stroking my cock and it was very hard. She climbed on top of me, sliding her back across my chest, then lifted her hips so I could enter her. With Bilan's head back, she could no longer see the door to the house but I was keeping an eye on it. I saw a nude Kiraz walk out across the patio and sit in a lounge chair where she could watch us. As Bilan pumped her pussy up and down on my cock, Kiraz looked me in the eye and spread her legs wide. She pinched her own nipples and then slid her hands down to pull her pussy lips apart. Bilan was quietly moaning and still didn't know that Kiraz was there. 

Kiraz began to rub her clit and stick her fingers in and out of her pussy lips while Bilan fucked me. Although this was really arousing, I didn't intensify my thrusts into Bilan's tight pussy. I wanted this to last. After a while, Kiraz came, but without making a sound. She licked her fingers then stood up and approached us. 

"I want you to cum, Bilan," I said. 

"I want us to come together," she replied, then resumed softly moaning. We were both heading towards an orgasm.

Suddenly, Bilan cried out, "ah!" and jerked up her head to see Kiraz, attacking her clit with her tongue. Kiraz grabbed Bilan's ass and pushed her pussy forcefully down on my cock while licking her clit. This might not have been something Bilan would have chosen but she was beyong the point of objection. Bilan cried out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! I knew she was cumming so I slammed into her and pumped out a load of cum into her pulsing pussy as Kiraz continued to lick her. Bilan screamed, then begged Kiraz to stop. "That was so intense!" she exclaimed.

Bilan pulled off my cock and lay next to me. She and Kiraz looked at each other without speaking.

Kiraz said: "I want to be fucked like that. And I want you to watch," she said, addressing Bilan. Kiraz grabbed my cock and gave it few pumps with her hand but I was spent for the moment. 

Bilan hadn't shown any inclination that she might be interested in participating in group sexual activity and I hadn't pushed her. But didn't seem freaked out by what had just happened. I wasn't sure what to expect.

"Claude, why don't you rub oil on Kiraz while I get you hard again," suggested Bilan. "I'll watch. I want to watch but I'm not sure about anything else."

Kiraz smiled in triumph.

I sat up while Bilan knelt down and took my cock into her mouth. Slowly I began to stiffen. I rubbed oil on Kiraz' body as she offered me first one leg then the other, then her stomach, her breasts, her back and her small round ass. Bilan was giving me a really wet blowjob and was using her fingers to explore my balls. Soon I was very hard. 

Bilan moved back as Kiraz climbed on top of me and lay down facing the sun. "Bilan," she said. "Stick Claude's cock in my cunt." Bilan seemed willing to be submissive to Kiraz and took my cock and rubbed it over Kiraz' labia, slippery with oil. Holding the head of my cock between her fingers, Bilan pushed it into Kiraz's pussy but continued to squeeze the base and stroke my balls with the fingers of her other hand. 

Kiraz raised her ass then slammed down, taking my cock all the way into her small body. "Keep rubbing his balls," Kiraz told Bilan. Bilan obeyed as Kiraz and I settled into fucking. 

"Pull it out and suck on it," Kiraz next ordered Bilan. Bilan didn't hesitate but pulled my cock out and took it deep into her mouth while massaging my balls. "That looks really good," encouaged Kiraz. 

"It feels great," I moaned. 

Kiraz continued to run the show, alternating fucking me and ordering Bilan to suck my cock. Had I not recently cum, I might not have lasted long but I was doing fine and loving every minute of it. 

As Bilan sucked my cock, Kiraz upped the ante with a new command. "Bilan, put a finger in my pussy and get it really wet." I couldn't see but Bilan apparently obeyed this too. Kiraz moaned. 

"Now take that wet finger," Kiraz continued, "and slowly stick it up Claude's ass." 

I had briefly tongued Bilan's ass once and she had burst into ticklish laughter. That was the extent of our anal exploration. However, I soon felt a slender finger at my asshole, tentatively rubbing, then begining to enter it. Bilan stopped and withdrew her finger to coat it with oil, then more confidently worked it up my ass while Kiraz fucked me. This felt really good but the thought that this was Bilan and Kiraz being nasty with me together had the greater aphrodisiac power. 

"Lick me, Bilan," Kiraz ordered. "Lick my clit and fuck Claude's ass with your finger!" 

Bilan began pumping her finger in my ass while apparently licking Kiraz to orgasm. Kiraz was moaning and hissing while pumping her tight little cunt up and down my hard cock. Kiraz grunted, "I'm cumming!" and this sent me over the top. I yelled and pumped out my cum into Kiraz. She rolled off me and lay on the ground panting. Bilan still had her finger in my ass and bent down to take my cock into her mouth again, sucking me for a few more minutes before withdrawing.

"Wow!" I heard a voice. We turned around to see Carmen standing at the edge of the patio. We hadn't heard the sound of the front gate. "Now that I've got that in my head I think that tonight I'm going to need Claude in my bed." She smiled at us and said, "but don't let me interrupt you," and walked past us into the house. Kiraz smirked. Bilan looked stunned.

"Are you okay, Bilan?" I asked. 

"I don't know," she said in a dreamy voice, then continued. "I don't know if, if this is me. I'm not sure if I want to do that again, but..."

"But what?" prodded Kiraz.

Bilan gave us a big smile. "But that was great!" And thus I came to have another lover that I never would have expected. And Bilan, who had to a certain degree stood apart from the others, and behaved in an aloof manner, now became warmly affectionate to everyone in the house, and truly participated in all the fun for the remainder of the Spring. Bilan had become a different person. Her more relaxed attitude toward herself as well as to others, made her that much more attractive.

Bilan even became less overly fastidious about her clothes and makeup. This allowed her natural beauty to shine. Bilan didn't need to wear at bra and, at my request, she usually went without one. She had a lot of gossamer-thin silk shirts that showed off her delicate form in the right light, including her small but protruding nipples. Bilan loved for me to cop a feel of her in these shirts and I loved doing it.

She also became fond of sitting in my lap in the common room or the patio so that she could nuzzle and carress me in front of the others. She wasn't as blantantly sexual about it as Kiraz, who also liked to do this, but she did seem to thrive on this public affection. I certainly didn't mind.

Everyone seemed to appreciate the new, warm and relaxed Bilan. As Carmen said: "Claude de-thawed Bilan."



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 12



Chapter 12: Farewell

Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. 

During the month of April, my relations with the beauties continued in much the same way but there were some changes. Of the unattached housemates, Ulrika had been my least frequent lover. About once a month she asked me to "scratch her itch" as she put it and thus we enjoyed a long night of very hot sex, made more intense by a sense of the special occasion. Ulrika liked for me to be a little rough with her, asking me to spank her ass and to bite her nipples after pulling on them. This made her very wet and desperate for me to fuck her as hard as I could. I was invariably tired and sore the next day but filled with very nice memories.

Now Ulrika had a new boyfriend, Stephan, a tall fair-haired German student. He kind of reminded me of Lars but Ulrika said that they got along much better. Lisa also got a new lover. A boyfriend. Xavi was a local Catalan guy who was built and looked sort of like me but with black rather than brown hair. When Lisa realized that she wanted to be lovers with Xavi, she came to my room to tell me and to ask to spend a last night with me. Of course I agreed.

That evening, Lisa came back to my room wearing a sexy yellow silk nightgown that showed off her legs. She climbed into bed with me and rubbed her silk-clad body over my naked one. "Let's spend all night doing this, okay?" she asked. 

"I wasn't planning on sleeping anyway," I replied. I slipped the nightgown off Lisa and licked my way down to her sweet hairless pussy. I used my tongue to make Lisa cum over and over until she couldn't take any more. 

When she had regained her breath, Lisa gave me a languorous blow job, keeping me hard for ages then stopping to tell me, "Claude, I love that you taught me about sex and I love having sex with you." Lisa plunged my cock down her throat for a moment and held it there. I nearly came but she slowly pulled her lips back up and off me with a smack. "I don't think I told you Claude, but I think you should know I love you. I think I can love Xavi too. But I will still love you."

My heart melted to hear this and I told Lisa I loved her too. "I want to feel you deep in all my holes" Lisa said, having by now abandoned her aversion to course language. She plunged my cock into her throat a few more times then climbed on top of me to fuck me as I held her breasts and tweaked her nipples until she called out her orgasm. 

"I want to try something," Lisa said, then reached her bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant and a vibrator. "While you fuck my ass, I want to fuck my pussy with this," she said, holding the vibrator in her hand. 

"That sounds great," I said. Lisa got on her hands and knees on my bed and I looked over her lovely curved back and her sassy black ponytail. Lisa slid the vibrator into her pussy as I used some lubricant and a finger to open up her ass. Lisa moaned and asked me to put my cock in her ass. I pushed the head through her outer ring eliciting a deep moan from Lisa.

"It feels so full!" she enthused.

I slowly pushed my cock deeper into Lisa's ass and the pressure from the vibrator filling her pussy made her ass even tighter. Lisa had stopped talking but was breathing heavily and whimpering. "Are you okay?" I asked.

Lisa managed to say "un huh" and pushed her ass back, driving my cock even deeper into herself. Lisa sounded like she was crying but she continued to push back against me and push the vibrator into her pussy. "Please fuck me!" she cried out in a high-pitched voice. I began to thrust into her as she loudly moaned. 

Lisa's ass felt very tight and her intense vocalizations urged me on to fuck her ass deeply. Lisa was cumming again and crying out little cries of pleasure. I grabbed her hips tightly and fucked her ass hard until I came with a yell as Lisa screamed. We collapsed onto the bed, holding each others' sweating bodies until we fell asleep, in spite of our plans to make love all night.

With their new boyfriends I no longer had sex with Ulrika or Lisa but they continued to give me affectionate hugs and kisses. Yara also found herself someone, a girlfriend named Nastassja. Nastassja was a tall, glamorous Polish woman who I kind of hoped to share with Yara sometime but that didn't happen. Yara explained that Nastassja only liked women and wasn't into the group thing but gave Yara permission to do as she liked. I didn't suffer in the least since Yara continued to invite up to her room once or twice a week for 'toes and ass" as we came to call it. I've enjoyed anal sex with other lovers since and am thankful to Yara for introducing me to the deep intimacy of the act. But ass-fucking Yara remains the pinnacle of my anal erotic experience. Her joy in the act and other unique qualities as a lover remain very special memories for me.

Llora had already finished her program and was preparing to go back to Lleida with her boyfriend in mid-May. On Llora's last week, and at Farah's instigation, all the beauties got pedicures, polished their toe rings, and had me photograph their feet. It must have been highly coordinated because each one had a different color of toe nail polish that complemented their coloring: blue for Ulrika that matched her eyes, tropical orange for Farah, deep red for Carmen, strawberry pink for Yara, hot pink against Bilan's dark toes, and brownish eggplant purple for Chhaya—the same color as her fantastic nipples. 

The beauties sat down in a circle on the patio with their feet tangled at the center. All of them wore skirts or shorts so that there was plenty of leg in view. I shot a whole roll of their sexy toes as they played footsie with one another. It was obvious that I was sporting wood and I was getting teased without mercy. It was definitely worth it, and anyway, the teasing turned me on too. 

Before they got up, Farah raised up a foot to rub my cock through my pants. The beauties laughed and teased me even more. Yara spoke up: "I'd like to invite everyone to my room for a farewell foot orgy. I understand if you can't, for those with new boyfriends, but you can still watch." 

Kiraz perked up at this. I looked around at the smiling faces as the majority whooped their approval and got ready to go inside, even Bilan. I took stock of the expressions of Ulrika, Lisa, Chhaya and Llora, since they were now attached. The four of them stood a bit to the side of the others. Ulrika addressed the other three: "It's not really cheating. It's just toe sex. And anyway, I don't want to look back and regret what I didn't do." Chhaya and Lisa let themselves be convinced without demur while Llora agreed to think about it.

As I entered Yara's loft with a train of beauties, I saw that Yara had spread out sheets and pillows on the floor. Always the showoff, Kiraz was already naked, facing away from us, spread eagle position in the sunny window frame. Vesna, Farah and Yara threw off their clothes and came to undress me. Carmen, Bilan and Chhaya undressed to bras and panties. This showed off the cleavage of Carmen and Chhaya very nicely but Bilan had small breasts. Yara came up to Bilan and took off her bra for her. Now she looked quite sexy. Ulrika kept on her skirt but hiked it up to her thighs, then pulled off her top, letting those glorious globes go free. Lisa stripped to a pair of gold colored panties that brought out the honey tones of her skin. Ulrika said something in Llora's ear. Llora sighed and stripped down to bra and panties too. I realized this was my rock star moment.

As everyone settled down, giggling and joking, Yara handed me the coconut oil and asked me to anoint all their feet. I took the opportunity to run my hands all over each pair of legs and spent a decent amount of time with each beauty's feet. As I moved around the room, they resumed playing footsie or running their feet up each others' legs. Yara grabbed Farah's foot and sucked her toes into her mouth. This was so hot. The women were also caressing me with their feet, reaching all over me from the head down. Although I was squatting, Vesna managed to get her little foot into my crotch to caress my balls. 

I finished the anointing and sat back. Yara put a pillow under my head, guiding me to lie down. "The rules are," she said, "no mouths, no hands, no pussies, can touch this cock. We're going to give Claude a footgasm!" Carmen and Farah laughed so hard that tears came out of their eyes. 

Kiraz pulled up a chair behind my head, sat on the edge of it with her ass and pussy spread above my face, and began to rub my head, face and neck with her tiny feet. She had figured out a way to display herself to me and everyone else, thus satisfying both our kinks. Yara and Farah each placed one of my feet on their own hairless pussies and began to stroke their toes up my thighs to my cock. Chhaya and Lisa got perpendicular to my waist on one side and began to caress my chest and stomach with their feet. Chhaya began to playfully tap my cock, which was sticking straight up in the air and was so far untouched. She and Lisa giggled and Lisa took a turn tapping my cock with her little feet and pebble toes. Vesna and Llora took the other side, Vesna's skinny toes contrasting with the rounder toes of Llora. This was a feast for my eyes as well as the sensation of touch, with the realization that all of my lovers in the past year had gathered for one purpose: to give me the ultimate foot fetish experience.

Ulrika and Bilan sat to either side of Farah and Yara but a little closer to me. They twined their feet between Yara's and Farah's. The four of them began rubbing my cock and balls in earnest, continuing to chat and joke about the situation. I used my big toe to stimulate Farah's clit and pussy lips, then gave Yara the same treatment. As I got both of them going, Yara grabbed my foot and put my toes into her pussy and moaned. She then reached over and put my other toes into Farah's pussy. Carmen had left the room for a minute but soon returned and wedged in next to Bilan. I was surrounded by an incredible palette of skin colors and body types, each culminating with toes eagerly exploring my body. It was kind of a free for all around my cock which looked amazing but provided more of a teasing sensation that the full contact foot job I would need to reach orgasm. I wasn't in a hurry but I was ready for the next step. 

Carmen diagnosed the situation perfectly. "Okay," she began, "each of us will take a turn and show our technique but we won't let him come until everyone has a chance. Then we'll go around again and see who can make him cum." 

Everyone agreed to this. Vesna said Carmen should go first. Farah and Yara moved back so that Carmen could sit between my legs and wrap her toes around my shaft. The others continued to stroke whatever part of me they could reach. Carmen's breasts heaved as she used her leg muscles to stroke me firmly and rhythmically. "This is a great workout!" she quipped. She was doing a great job and it felt wonderful. 

"Pretty good," admitted Vesna, "but now it's my turn." 

Carmen went back to her spot and Vesna took center position. Her lithe, pale body excited me just as much as Carmen's caramel-colored, voluptuous one. Vesna spread a little more oil on her feet, threw back her hair and attacked me with her feet. Unable to grip me firmly with her toes, she squeezed my cock between the arches of her feet and jacked me rapidly. Vesna used her hands to support and lift her pelvis, showing me her pussy while telling me how much she loved my cock. This impressed the others and reaffirmed my love for Vesna but her turn also came to an end. 

Llora's technique was slow and gentle but she earned points for looking me in the eye while playing with her nipples and licking her lips. When Kiraz' turn came, she bent down to whisper in my ear, "I just want to fuck it. If I can fit my toes into my pussy, we'll both get our wish." Kiraz only managed a fairly light touch with her feet but she made up for it by repeating "fuck...my...toes" in rhythm with her stroking. 

Vesna said, "I should have thought of that."

Lisa was next. Departing from previous performances. she knelt on a pillow facing away from me then slowly pulled off her panties, displaying her slick bald pussy and ass. In this position. Lisa got quite a good grip on my cock. Her down stroke brushed her toes over my balls. This was a nice change. Everyone approved of this technique but didn't think they could pull it off. As Lisa caressed my cock with her feet she whispered to me, "do you remember fucking my ass, Claude?" Of course the others heard this and hooted. Lisa blew me a kiss and moved out of the way.

Chhaya stood up for her turn. "I'll take of my panties if you'll take off your bra," bargained Ulrika. With encouragement from the others, Chhaya unsnapped her bra and let her amazing breasts free. Appreciative murmurs assured her further. 

Chhaya bent down to whisper to me, "I would never have done this, but I want to thank you for teaching me. I still think about how you taste." Chhaya gave me a tender kiss, then went to sit between my legs. 

Chhaya took her time, first stroking her feet up my legs and around my cock before sliding her brown bejeweled toes up my shaft. She used the toes of one foot to squeeze the head while stroking the shaft with the other. "She's good," remarked Farah. 

I was moaning. It was good. And the fact that a few months ago, no one could have imagined the easily embarrassed Chhaya acting like this made the scene electrifying for all of us. The others let her turn go on twice as long as anyone else's. We were all rapt in attention. Chhaya ended with a gradual retreat of her toes down to my balls which she flicked several times before tracing her toes back down my thighs. 

Now Ulrika, the Norse goddess stood up and loomed above me. She went as if to whisper in my ear as Chhaya had done but then placed her boobs over my face and rubbed them all over. "Is that allowed?" teased Vesna. 

"Feet only," said Carmen. 

Ulrika laughed, "I just had to do that." 

Ulrika sat naked with her legs apart showing me her lovely pussy. She slid her tan legs over mine and reached her long legs up so that her feet could stroke my stomach. She gripped my shaft between her toes as well as she could and started stroking. Her touch lacked the intensity of some of the others but I loved watching her do it as her breasts heaved and she looked lustfully into my eyes from her gorgeous face framed by straight blond hair. 

Now came the big guns. Yara was to my mind, the grand artist of foot sex. She had exceptionally beautiful brown feet with high arches and long toes that I never tired of gazing at, touching, kissing and sucking. When she wrapped them around my cock, it wasn't how tight she gripped or how fast she stroked, it was the artistry with which her pressure and movement constantly changed. Her toes seemed to dance around me and she'd had a lot of practice making me spurt over those gorgeous feet. Vesna leaned forward to watch. Her face showed adoration for both my cock and Yara's feet. The pink of Vesna's lips and Yara's toenails was almost the same. Yara 's footwork elicited moans from me and ooh's and aah's from the group but she was too skillful to take me over the edge unintentionally. 

Farah's feet were slightly larger than Yara's but also exquisitely beautiful. The orange nail polish gave them flair. And Farah and I shared an intense intimacy, different but no less than what I shared with Vesna. Together with Yara, Farah was my first foot lover. Our first sexual contact had been foot to cock. Farah stroked me with her toes while uttering throaty encouragements. With her cocoa-colored curves, bright green eyes and wild hair, Farah had a powerful presence that for a moment made me forget about the other toes still touching my body. 

Finally it was Bilan's turn. Coltish Bilan with her willowy body, high cheekbones and fawnlike eyes. Bilan sat down in front of me in sleek, plum colored panties, her dark skin glistened not only with the sheen of oil but as if a golden light came from within to illuminate her deep dark brown. Her feet were long and narrow, in keeping with her overall build, and her toes resembled her fingers: long, slender, elegantly formed and tipped with perfectly shaped nails. I noticed now that her subtle makeup also followed the plum color. I thought: trust Bilan to bring high fashion to an orgy. Of all the beauties, Bilan was the one I least imagined that I would ever hook up with. She was too beautiful, too cold, and up until recently, not a very nice or interesting person. But she, like every one of us, had changed this year. All of us for the better I think.

Bilan looked into my eyes and cocked her head. If there was something birdlike about Yara, or leonine about Farah, Bilan reminded me of a deer, or better, a graceful gazelle, drinking from a forest pool. I realized that although we had been having sex for the last month and I had sucked her toes and licked her sexy feet, Bilan had never given me a footjob. She first clasped my toes with her own, then briefly massaged my feet with hers. Why had no one else thought of that? She worked those enchanting feet up my calves, around my knees, and up and down my thighs. The movement of Bilan's lovely limbs was magical. I heard a few of the other women sigh as they watched her, barely grazing my body now with their own feet. 

When Bilan's toes touched my balls I could have sworn they were fingers. The illusion continued as she slid up my shaft and curled her pedal digits around the head of my cock. Every part of her feet felt like silk passing over my cock. Her fingerlike toes then curled around my shaft from either side in a firm supple grip. Visibly contracting the muscles in her thighs and stomach, Bilan began to jack off my cock with an artistry that rivaled Yara's. I looked around at the faces of the others as they stared, entranced at the sight. I was moaning and the other women were cooing appreciation or breathing heavily. 

Vesna began rubbing her own pussy. Yara and Kiraz began to stroke themselves as well while Ulrika played with her own breasts. Lisa leaned over and began flicking Chhaya's purple nipples with her tongue. Chhaya's eyes widened in shock then fluttered down into a glazed look of pleasure. This was utterly amazing. I felt my orgasm approaching. Carmen said, "everyone's had a turn. Is this how you want to come?" 

I looked at her and then smiled at Bilan. "Oh, yeah."

While to differing degrees all the women pleasured themselves or one another, Bilan continued her measured, sure-gripped stroking from the base of my shaft to the head of my cock with a dexterity I hadn't known was possible from the human foot. Sight, sensation, scent, sound—and the knowledge that ten women I loved and would soon say goodbye to were now focused on my arousal—the whole scene overpowered me. And there, with Bilan's supple toes fluttering around my cock at the center of my total erotic universe, I came. 

I felt as though my breath and heartbeat stood still while the first white spurt shot high in the air. I heard sighs all around me. White cum spattered down on Bilan's dark feet which continued to pump at the same pace. I cried out as the second spurt jetted out. I felt faint, disoriented. Yara, Farah, Ulrika and Chhaya extended their feet to capture some of the cum. Llora looked angelic; Kiraz, diabolical. I felt transported out of this world as my last shots jerked out. I became overpowered by the sensation of Bilan's feet on my cock. Kiraz held me while regarding me with serious eyes. The room fell silent. I suspect that everyone was thinking the same thing at that moment: this will never happen again and no one would ever believe that it did.




Barcelona Beauties Ch. 12



Carmen regarded Vesna who was focused on the cum spattered feet. "I know Vesna wants some of that, but I think I also want a taste. Maybe everyone who wants to can have a lick." I was just a floating observer at this point. But I gladly took in the images of most of the women tasting my come. 

Carmen sucked one of Chhaya's cum drenched toes into her mouth. Chhaya squealed and Carmen smirked. "Mmm, very tasty," she winked. 

"I want some," said Farah, "but someone needs to lick my feet first, Vesna?" Vesna pounced on Farah's gorgeous feet and licked them clean, sighing to her self in pleasure. Farah turned around to lick the cum from Ulrika's toes. Ulrika cooed in pleasure. Llora looked longingly but refrained and Kiraz was content to clasp her arms around me. Lisa took a dainty lick, sampling all the feet on offer, and then Chhaya, whose feet were now cum-free, took Bilan's right foot in her hand and licked and sucked the whole thing clean and swallowed my cum with a smile. Truly unbelievable. 

Yara gingerly moved around—being careful of the cum still on one foot, and then took Bilan's left foot in her hand. She gazed at it, let out a sigh, then slowly worked the slender foot deep into her mouth as if giving a blowjob. Carmen and Vesna voiced their approval and encouragement. Everyone who wanted a taste had gotten one but there was still cum on Yara's right foot which had dripped down into her toes. "Please, Bilan...I want you to lick my foot" pleaded Yara. Carmen looked ready to provide convincing arguments but Vesna held her back. 

Bilan went from placid gazelle to deer-in-the-headlights. Her mouth fell open as she looked at Yara. "Please," Yara repeated, stretching out her sexy foot. Bilan looked at me and then back at Yara's foot. 

Chhaya softly said, "Bilan, you can try it. You might like it and...I think everyone would like to see it." Bilan's mouth fell open again. Chhaya of all people was giving advice about sex. The fervor of the new convert I suppose. 

"Alright," assented Bilan. 

"Yea!" cheered Lisa, Carmen and Vesna.

Bilan held Yara's foot gently in both hands and looked at it closely. She brought it close to her face and discretely sniffed. She didn't seem displeased. Bilan started with the little toe, farthest from the cum, and kissed it, then sucked it into her mouth. Yara trilled. Bilan then worked her tongue between each toe until she reached the streak of cum and Yara's little birdsong continued. With a sudden movement, she licked all the cum into her mouth and sat back. I could see her moving her tongue around her mouth with an intense expression on her face. 

Vesna came over and laid her head in Bilan's lap. "Kiss me, Bilan," she said softly. Bilan had crossed so many boundaries, I guess this one seemed like a reasonable option. She bent down, took Vesna's face in her hands and put her lips to Vesna's. Vesna pushed her tongue into Bilan's mouth and we could see the exchange of cum from one to the other. Vesna was squirming with excitement and Yara gave Vesna's pussy a few licks for good measure. Bilan sat back up, hair all askew with a look of triumph on her face. Everyone praised her and the party started to break up amid hugs and kisses all around. 

Of course I got some very sexy hugs and kisses as we were all still naked or nearly so. The goodbye that most stands about in my mind was Chhaya's. She stood before me in just her panties and rose on her toes for a passionate kiss. She rubbed me all over with her hands, even grabbing my cock and balls and then said, "if you want, you can suck my tits one more time. I mean...I want you to suck them." 

I didn't need to be asked twice and the others cheered us as I attacked those amazing breasts with their protruding purple nipples as Chhaya moaned and ran her fingers through my hair. Kiraz insisted I come to her room to fuck her lights out after dinner and then sent me off to sleep with Vesna.

Llora left the next day and Lisa, Kiraz and Ulrika the following weekend. But during the two weeks after the toe party, before the rest of us moved out, I had as much amazing sex as possible with the most special women who have ever been a part of my life. 

When I accompanied Vesna to the airport we were both numb. Neither of us wanted to make promises we couldn't keep. But saying goodbye seemed unthinkable. We said it without thinking it.

Farah and I traveled around Spain together for a month before leaving for our respective homelands. She had a number of form-fitting white sundresses that set off her luscious curves, her skin made even darker by our time on the beach. With platform sandals and dramatic silver jewelry, Farah looked like a goddess. I felt like I was walking on air as she clung affectionately to my arm everywhere we went, bubbling with excitement with each new discovery. 

Farah and I had lots of great sex on this trip but one evening stands out in my memory. After a candlelit dinner following a day of walking medieval lanes, we went up to our 5th floor room which had a balcony overlooking the central plaza. The plaza was filled with people enjoying the warm summer evening. We stood there, looking out, Farah holding the banister while I held her from behind. Realizing that we were cloaked in shadow and that no one seemed to be looking up, Farah reached back to fondle my cock through my pants, then pulled her dress up to show me her bare ass. "I want you to fuck me," she breathily urged in her lilting voice. 

"I want to fuck you too," I said and stepped back to take off my pants. Farah began to move her ass up and down invitingly and I put my arms around her again as my cock hardened against her ass. We were moving slowly, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves but feeling the thrill of the oblivious crowd below us. 

I reached down to guide my cock between Farah's pussy lips which were warm and slick. My cock slid deep into her pussy and I felt her muscles clench, quickening my arousal. I held Farah's ass with my hands and slowly, deliberately fucked her. Farah uttered a little sigh with each thrust and continued to meet my thrusts by squeezing her inner muscles and raising her ass to me. 

"I want you to fill my cunt with cum," whispered Farah. "After you cum, I'm going to get on my knees and lick all the cum off your cock." Farah knew this kind of talk would set me off pretty soon. I was very excited by the situation, the sensation, the view of Farah's ass and the murmuring crowd below.

"I'm going to plunge your cock all the way down my throat," Farah told me. "I'm going to swallow all your cum, I'm going to be your nasty girl. Now shoot your cum in my cunt. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I groaned and blew my cum into Farah's pulsing pussy. She spun around and got on her knees, then sucked my cock into my mouth while I shot the last few spurts into her mouth. Farah forced my cock all the way into her mouth as I nearly cried out. My cock was so sensitive, I trembled, nearly collapsing. When I opened my eyes I saw a young woman in the plaza looking right at me with a knowing smile. 

Farah and I returned to Barcelona for our flights home in the middle of the 1992 Summer Olympics. Barcelona didn't feel like our home anymore. All of the goodbyes had been tearful but saying farewell to Farah at the airport was heartbreaking. We had become fiercely intimate. And I never got tired of seeing the look on the faces of all the big handsome guys who hit on Farah as we traveled at the moment she said: "let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Claude." I really have to say that I've been more confident ever since.



Barcelona Beauties Ch. 13



Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. This is the conclusion to the series.

 13: Claude Alone

My first year back in the states was a struggle. My home country seemed fake and the San Francisco I used to love seemed soulless compared to the vibrant urban life I had known. I applied to graduate school, worked shitty jobs and didn't do much art. I hooked up with a few women but didn't hit if off with anyone. 

I exchanged many letters with the beauties. My heart was not just broken but scattered around the globe. Each of them were going through their own lives filled with their own challenges. Whenever I saw an airmail envelope in the mailbox my heart jumped with excitement. I savored those letters and wrote long letters back. My most dedicated correspondents were Farah and Vesna. I would get an occasional long letter from Yara, and Chhaya poured out her heart to me in a long letter when she and Hugh broke up. But otherwise, the cards and letters from the rest were soon to become occasional and short, however affectionate.

In March I received my first rejection letter (from the best art school in the country). I then learned from Farah that she had met someone. Knife in the heart. We had in fact promised each other that we would find someone new to love but now Farah felt so much farther away from me. I got drunk with my housemates and woke up with a hangover. Bleary-eyed with aspirin and coffee in the kitchen, my housemate Ron said, "letter, Claude," and tossed me an envelope. 

It was from Vesna. I was afraid to open it. I really couldn't take any more bad news. I drank more water, took a shower, went out to the porch. Feeling thoroughly sick, I opened the letter.

Vesna had been accepted into a graduate program in Los Angeles and would be moving there in June, arriving a few months before the program started. She said she didn't expect me to drop everything I was doing but hoped we could visit each other. She also said she understood if I was seeing someone or didn't want to resume our relationship, but that she was really excited to have a friend in California and that the friend was me. 

A tear dropped on the letter as I sobbed with...was that happiness? 

Eighteen years after we first met, Vesna and I are still together. We still have passionate sex most days of the week, and while me might sometimes go as long as a year without hooking up with another woman, we've also had a number of special long term lovers, random hookups and smaller scale variations on the toe party. Vesna and I stay in shape with intense yoga workouts and bike rides on the weekend. Her curves are more pronounced now but her body is toned and firm all over. She makes me hot naked or clothed.

We go back to Europe as often as we can to see Vesna's family and have had reunions with some of our friends from the year in Barcelona including Ulrika, Bilan, Chhaya and of course, Farah. These haven't been sexual except for the first trip to London in 1995 when Chhaya and Bilan invited themselves to our hotel room for the weekend. They both said that their sex lives had been pretty tame and they wanted to go a little wild with me and Vesna. 

We met them at the hotel bar. The once shy and plain Chhaya was now truly glamorous. Her hair fell in glossy ringlets, framing her face and luminous eyes. She wore tight jeans and a purple corset that put her lush cleavage on display. She gave me a wet kiss in greeting, putting her bejeweled hand on my thigh as her tongue darted between my lips. 

Bilan looked amazing too. She wore a short white skirt that showed off her dark slender legs. On top she wore a ruffled white top that seemed quite modest from a distance, but as she neared our table I noticed that her blouse was actually transparent. Bilan's nipples and small breasts were clearly discernable causing a lump in my throat and in my pants. Bilan jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around me before giving me a kiss. She whispered in my ear, "I want you to touch me." I discretely palmed her breast and tweaked a hard nipple then she slipped off my lap to sit beside me, her head on my shoulder.

We ordered a bottle of champagne and caught up on each other's lives. The sexual energy was palpable. Chhaya teased us by licking a finger and running it across the swell of one of her breasts. Vesna wet her finger and touched Chhaya's other breast. 

Bilan kicked off her sandals and put a foot in my lap. As I caressed her slender foot and pulled on her toes, Bilan discretely pulled up her skirt to show me her bare pussy. Vesna and Chhaya picked up on my reaction and laughed when they realized what Bilan had done. 

As she drained her glass, Vesna told the others to drink up. "Let's take this upstairs before we get kicked out," she suggested.

"But Claude likes his girls to expose themselves in public," teased Chhaya. 

"I like to feel his eyes on me," said Bilan. "But I need to feel his hands and his lips on me too."

I was feeling quite aroused. As I stood up, my pants betrayed my condition. 

Bilan took on a mischievous look. "I'll walk right in front of you so no one can see that," she offered. As we crossed the lobby with my arm around her shoulder, Bilan repeatedly stopped and bumped her ass against my cock as if by accident. In the elevator I was attacked with kissing mouths and groping hands. But in another minute we were in the room. 

Now we looked at each other, not knowing how to start. "Claude," said Vesna, "you undress Bilan and I'll undress Chhaya. Then they can undress us."

I took Bilan in my arms for a long kiss then stepped back to look at her. The formerly uptight Bilan was smoldering now. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt up and she lifted her arms above her head as I pulled it off. I kissed her bare chest in passing as I knelt to unzip her skirt and slide it down her legs. Her slim brown body was hairless and sleek. I gave her pussy a quick lick then removed her sandals. I couldn't resist her long graceful toes and sucked them into my mouth as she suppressed a squeal of ticklishness. 

Vesna had Chhaya down to panties and her corset. They were mashing their lips together as Vesna undid the laces on the corset, allowing Chhaya's luscious breasts to spill out. Her nipples pointed up on her purple brown areolas. Vesna moved her head to suck on Chhaya's nipples as they both moaned. Soon Chhaya was completely naked. 

Bilan left me to undress Vesna. Vesna wore a short sleeveless dress with nothing under it. To undress her was a moment's work. Now Chhaya came to me and rubbed her breasts against my chest. I began to reach around her when Bilan said, "wait. I want to see you naked too."

The three nude women unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants, and now we were all unclothed. 

"I'm afraid I might be out of practice giving blowjobs," Bilan said playfully as she took my cock in her hand.

"I think I might need a refresher course too," added Chhaya.

"I'll be the judge of that," teased Vesna. "Why don't you suck him together while I offer suggestions?"

Bilan pushed me to sit on the bed as she and Chhaya got on their knees before me.

For a moment the two gorgeous young women looked wistfully at my cock. Bilan leaned forward to touch it with her tongue. She took my shaft in her hand and started to lick the head of my cock. 

"Lick his balls, Chhaya," instructed Vesna. Chhaya held my thighs and lowered her head to kiss and lick my balls.

Bilan stroked my shaft with a saliva wet hand while bobbing her mouth on the head of my cock. Chhaya continued licking and sucking my balls into her mouth. 

"Suck his cock together. One on each side," directed Vesna.

I looked down on the two pretty faces as Chhaya and Bilan slid their full lips up and down my cock in unison, sometimes pausing to kiss each other with my cock between their lips. Bilan was fondling Chhaya's breasts as they did this and pulling on her large nipples. They didn't seem out of practice to me but I wasn't about to interfere in their re-training session. For a moment they got so caught up in each other that they left my cock unattended for a moment. 

Vesna stepped in. "Now I want to see how deep you can go. Watch me first, then try it."

Looking at me without breaking eye contact, Vesna parted her pink lips and slid them over my cock head, moving steadily down until she had my whole cock in her mouth. I moaned to feel her throat contract around the head. Vesna slowly pulled her mouth off my cock. 

"Wow!" exclaimed Bilan, "let me try it."

Mimicking Vesna's technique, Bilan slid her lip down my cock until all but an inch was in her mouth. 

"Relax," said Vesna. "Think about how Claude is going to fuck you, then push yourself to take a little more."

Bilan closed her eyes, breathing heavily through her nose. She grabbed my hand and put in on the back of her head. I gently pushed down until she had almost all of it. I let go and she pulled off, eyes watering.

"That was intense," Bilan exclaimed, panting. "I kind of liked it when, when you...dominated me. Can I try again?"

"Okay, but it's my turn now," said Chhaya. 

Chhaya looked up with her big brown eyes, made even more dramatic by dark eyeliner. She rubbed her pointy breasts against my thighs then lowered her mouth to my cock. At first she could only get a little more than half of my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue fluttering on the underside of my cock as she sucked me. With a determined look, Chhaya grabbed both my hands and placed them on her head. I tentatively put a little pressure on her and Chhaya looked at me fiercely. I pushed more steadily and she moaned but kept her eyes on mine. I kept pushing and, incredibly, Chhaya took my whole cock down her throat. Not only did she not gag, she lifted her hands to mine and pushed, encouraging me to fuck her mouth. I held Chhaya's head and thrust into her mouth as she moaned and drooled on my cock. I nearly came several times and pulled her off before I did.

"Fuck!" said Vesna. "Chhaya, that was incredibly hot."

Vesna and Bilan had been fingering each other's pussies as they watched Chhaya suck my cock. Their two slender bodies—one peach, one chocolate—looked so erotic together. Bilan was ready for another try.

"I think I can do that. I want you to do that to me," Bilan said, looking at me eagerly.

"I'm not going to last much longer," I cautioned.

"Cum down her throat. We'll get you hard again soon," said Vesna.

Bilan looked vulnerable but her face glowed with arousal. "Dominate me," she told me softly. "I want you to make me swallow your cum."

As Bilan knelt in front of me, Vesna and Chhaya got behind her and began to run their hands up and down her body. I took Bilan's face in my hands and looked her straight in the eye. "I'm going to put my cock all the way in your mouth and fuck your face until I cum." As I slowly thrust my cock deep into Bilan's mouth, Vesna began to finger Bilan's pussy and Chhaya pulled her little nipples. 

I was just able to get my cock all the way in then quickly pulled back a little to avoid choking Bilan. Bilan's eyes went wide and her nostrils flared. She grabbed my thighs and pushed her face back down on my cock. I began fucking Bilan's lust-contorted face as Chhaya and Vesna tormented her body. This was impossibly sexy and I knew I wouldn't last long. 

"Fuck her face! Dominate her, Claude," urged Vesna.

"Cum down her throat," encouraged Chhaya.

I erupted with one last push into Bilan's throat. Bilan screamed despite a mouth full of cock and trembled with her own orgasm brought on by Vesna's fingers on her clit. 

I pulled my cock from Bilan's mouth and Chhaya quickly slurped the remaining cum off it, telling me, "I want you to do that to me too." Before the weekend was over, I did.

But for the moment, Bilan and I recuperated in each other's arms while Vesna taught Chhaya how to lick her pussy as she sat in a leather chair. Bilan and I kissed and touched each other all over. I then kissed every part of Bilan's tender body, sucking her long toes and then licking her pussy until she had another shuddering orgasm. 

As Bilan came down from her high, I heard Vesna moaning into Chhaya's mouth as she came. Chhaya was proud of herself for making another woman cum on her first try.

We all rewarded Chhaya by laying her on the bed and kissing her body all over. As Bilan concentrated on Chhaya's breasts, Vesna and I each took a foot and, starting with wet toe jobs, licked our way up Chhaya's legs to her smooth pussy. Chhaya had full, deep purple labia and her clit protruded visibly between them. Vesna and I lashed Chhaya's pussy with our tongues making her squirm and cry out in pleasure. 

Vesna put three fingers inside Chhaya's pussy and fucked her as I flicked at her clit with my tongue. Chhaya began pumping her hips up to meet my tongue then cried out "oh!" I looked down and saw that Vesna had removed her wet fingers from Chhaya's pussy and was pushing one of them up her ass. Looking up I saw Bilan gently biting Chhaya's nipples. Chhaya's face was flushed and she was softly moaning. I renewed my attention to Chhaya's clit and, as Vesna got her entire finger buried in Chhaya's ass, she called out her orgasm as the three of us worked her over. 

We all relaxed for a while after that and then Chhaya said, "I never imagined I would like that."

"Licking my pussy?" asked Vesna.

"Having me bite your nipples?" asked Bilan.

"Or was it my finger in your ass?" continued Vesna impishly.

"I guess I did imagine the first two, but I didn't understand about the ass before," Chhaya explained. "It just seemed wrong before."

"What was it like?" Bilan asked.

"Well," paused Chhaya, "First, I was scared. Then it felt really pleasurable. And then I felt that it was something really intimate to share with you. And to have all of you concentrating on me together...well, it was really a special experience." Chhaya smiled at us and we all smiled back.

"I'm still kind of fearful of getting close to anyone," confessed Bilan. "I dated a couple of guys but I couldn't really let myself go." Bilan paused a moment then continued, "but I feel safe with all of you. I've done things with you I'd never done before. I don't know when...I mean, this is an opportunity. I think I want to try it too."

Vesna pursed her lips and said, "if that's the case, I think you should try more than just a finger."

Bilan looked uncertain but didn't say anything.

"Claude?" questioned Chhaya.

"Yes, Chhaya," I responded.

"I did have good sex with Hugh but now I feel kind of like Bilan does," explained Chhaya. "And if you can teach us both. I think I want to try more than just a finger too."

Vesna and I looked at each other with slightly conspiratorial grins.

"Bilan," said Vesna. "If you're not sure yet, you can watch Chhaya and then decide."

"I'm nervous but I know I want to. And I know Claude won't hurt me," responded Bilan. "But I would like Chhaya to go first."

"You can get Claude's cock hard and wet while I get Chhaya's ass ready," suggested Vesna. 

I sat on the chair and watched as Vesna positioned Chhaya on her knees on the bed. Her hair and breasts hung down, her back curved. She looked very sexy. I beckoned Bilan to sit in my lap and kiss me a while as we looked at Chhaya. 

Vesna went to her luggage and came back with a tube of lubricant and a buttplug. Chhaya's ass looked delicious and I could hardly believe I would soon be taking her anal virginity. Vesna used her fingers to work some lube around Chhaya's little hole, then inserted her middle finger and slowly worked it all the way in. 

"Is that okay?" Vesna asked Chhaya. "Can you take more?"

"I think so," said Chhaya. 

Bilan shifted so she could stroke my cock as we watched. Vesna withdrew her finger and spread lube on the 3 inch silicone plug that was narrow at the tip and flared at the end. She slowly inserted it in Chhaya's ass as Chhaya inhaled sharply then moaned with a high-pitched voice.

Bilan whispered in my ear, "I am so excited that you're going to do that to me. After you fuck Chhaya's ass, I want you to fuck mine. I love you and I want you to cum in my ass." Bilan gave me another deep kiss then slid to the floor and began sucking my cock, looking up in my eyes as Vesna had taught her. I felt incredibly close to Bilan and told her that I loved her too.

Chhaya now had the whole shaft of the plug in her ass and was moaning softly as Vesna pushed and released the protruding end. "Claude," Vesna called me. I reluctantly left Bilan's loving blow job but knew that I was in for additional pleasures.

"Fuck her pussy first," Vesna directed. 

I knelt behind Chhaya on the bed and ran my hands over the round brown globes of her ass and broad hips and then up to grasp her slender waist. Chhaya turned her head to look back at me and smile. "Hi, stud," she teased.

Vesna took Bilan by the hand and positioned her close so that she could watch. I pushed my cock into Chhaya's pussy. It felt very tight due to the plug in her ass and I fucked her slowly and deeply as Chhaya moaned. "I feel so stuffed. Your cock feels so big!" 

"Just wait for what's coming next," Vesna advised.

After a few minutes, Vesna pulled the plug and my cock out of Chhaya's holes. She asked Bilan, "do you want to take a lick?"

Bilan looked confused but then looked at my face and grabbed my cock and took the head into her mouth with her tongue swirling around it. Bilan sat back up with a satisfied smile. I could see she was determined to break all her boundaries. 

Vesna now slathered lube on my cock and I positioned the head against Chhaya's puckered hole. I pushed my thumb on the head to pop it inside Chhaya's ass. She uttered a little yelp then said, "I'm okay."

I gave Chhaya a minute to get used to my cock, then pushed a little more inside her. Chhaya let out a long hum of pleasure. I began to slowly pump in and out, gradually pushing a little deeper. Chhaya was breathing heavily between breathy moans. Vesna smiled and Bilan watched intently. Vesna took Bilan's delicate hand and guided her fingers to Chhaya's clit. Bilan began to rub Chhaya's clit and I started to fuck Chhaya's ass in earnest. 

By now Chhaya was making all kinds of noises interspersed with one-syllable words of encouragement. I was really hard but was determined to save my cum for Bilan. I held Chhaya's hips firmly and fucked her ass hard until she came with a long, drawn out cry. I pulled out and Chhaya collapsed on the bed. She rolled on her side and beckoned for me to hold her. I kissed her lips and she looked at me with her big shining eyes. "Claude," she panted, "you've been my first for everything." 

"I'm a very lucky guy," I told her and kissed her deeply.

Vesna sent me to the bathroom to wash my cock and the plug. When I came back, Bilan was lying on her back while Chhaya kissed her and Vesna licked her pussy. 

"Chhaya," inquired Vesna, "how would you like to get Bilan ready for Claude's cock?"

Chhaya smiled with enthusiasm and said, "Oh Bilan, you're going to love this!"

Bilan's legs were spread apart and she looked vulnerable but definitely aroused.

Chhaya ran her hands over Bilan's lithe thighs and down to cup her ass cheeks in her hands. Then she tentatively touched Bilan's little asshole with a fingertip. Vesna squirted some lube onto Chhaya's finger and Chhaya repeated the process that she had just experienced herself.

Bilan closed her eyes to soak in the sensations. I began to lick her arms, her neck and her breasts as Chhaya worked the plug up her ass and Vesna stroked the inside of her thighs. Bilan's face betrayed some discomfort mixed with the pleasure she was feeling but soon the plug was all the way in and Chhaya bent down to lick Bilan's pussy while pulsing the base of the plug in her ass.




Barcelona Beauties Ch. 13



Bilan cried out and asked Chhaya to stop licking her. "It feels so good, I love your tongue on me," she said. "But I've been dreaming about Claude's cock in me for a month. I really want him to fuck me now."

I got down between Bilan's thighs while Vesna and Chhaya held her legs apart. I pushed my cock into Bilan's tight pussy that was slick with the wetness of her arousal. As I fucked her my balls pushed against the plug in her ass. Bilan was rolling her head back and forth and cooing in pleasure while her hands gripped the sheets. My cock was really hard and her clenching pussy felt incredibly good but I wanted to cum in her virgin ass.

I crushed Bilan's body with mine and kissed her deeply then rose up again and pulled my cock out of her. Chhaya pulled the plug out and, without prodding from Vesna, grabbed my cock and sucked in into her mouth for a few passionate moments. Then she slathered my cock with lube and said, "fuck her ass, Claude." 

As Vesna and Chhaya pulled Bilan's legs to point her ass upwards, I placed my knob at her sweet little opening and pushed inside. 

"Oh my god!" cried Bilan.

I held perfectly still and waited.

"Oh God, I mean, oh Claude," said Bilan in a calmer but breathy voice. "Take me. Possess me."

I slowly inched my cock inside as Bilan moaned and clenched her hands. Her pussy lips were wide open before me, framed by her delicate pink labia. Her ass was so small, I couldn't believe I was inside it. I gently fucked Bilan who seemed to be in another world for a moment with her eyes closed. 

"Bilan," I said, "I want you on top of me. I want you to fuck me with your ass."

She opened her eyes and said, "anything you want, Claude."

I rolled us over so that I was on my back with Bilan straddling me, my cock still in her ass. Bilan placed her hands on my chest and started to pump up and down. She started slow and shallow as I flicked her nipples with my fingers then reached back to grip her ass. I pulled her down on me, penetrating her ass deeply with my cock. Bilan's eyes never left mine. Her mouth hung open. We were both breathing heavily. 

Bilan's expression of lust was otherworldly. The sensation of her ass clutching my hard cock was extremely stimulating. We were sweating and Bilan's body gleamed. I knew I wasn't going to last long. Vesna and Chhaya watched us with rapt attention but didn't intervene.

"I'm yours, Claude," said Bilan in a strangely high voice. "Do anything you want to me. But please cum in my ass."

I pushed up into her with all my strength causing Bilan to cry out. Bilan's ass was squeezing my cock as she pistoned up and down with her slender body. With a yell I shot my cum into her, almost convulsively. Bilan screamed then fell onto my chest crying, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Chhaya and Vesna went into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on. Bilan and I remained on the bed, holding, kissing and caressing each other with a deep sense of intimate connection. "I love you, Bilan," I told her.

When Vesna and Chhaya came out from the bathroom they suggested we follow suit and come out for a late dinner. As matter of fact, I was very hungry. Bilan and I lovingly washed each other and then got dressed. After our meal, the four of us returned to the hotel room and fucked and sucked the rest of the weekend. 

Both Bilan and Chhaya are married with kids now. 

In 2001, Farah went through a divorce with her husband (no kids) and went through a really rough patch. Vesna convinced her to come out and stay with us for the summer and after much cajoling, she bought her ticket and arrived at LAX. She looked as fantastic as ever, actually more beautiful to my eyes. We did a lot of talk therapy with her at first and took her around to the attractions of Southern California. LA is no Barcelona but it's not Manchester either and Farah was smiling and laughing a little more everyday. 

Vesna told me flatly that she expected me to spend a lot of time in Farah's bed but to let her figure out when Farah was ready. At times like that Vesna makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world. For my part, I didn't assume that Farah would want me in her bed again. It had been nine years and I knew that sometimes people take a long time to recover from breakups and they don't always want to relive the past either.

On the Friday afternoon of Farah's second week with us, she and Vesna came back to the house after a shopping trip. They were looking great. "What do you think?" asked Farah as she spun around to show off a new sundress. It hugged her body and showed off the swelling tops of her cocoa-hued breasts. 

I gulped. "You look hot, Farah." 

"And the sandals?" Vesna prompted. How could I have missed them? Farah was wearing new platform sandals designed to re-inflame my foot fetish. Her feet and toes were gorgeous as ever, nails painted fuchsia and...a silver toe ring on the long middle toe on the right. 

"That's not one of the rings I gave you is it? I asked. 

"Why don't you have a closer look? replied Farah, batting her eyelashes at me.

Vesna clapped and laughed. "Claude, why don't you and Farah have a seat in the living room. I'm going to open some wine." 

I led Farah by the hand to the couch. As she sat I knelt down to examine her toe ring, and of course her sexy feet. They were still lovely. The toe ring did look just like the ones I had given out back in Barcelona. "Did you really keep it all this time?" 

"Even after I married Gabe, I wore them all the time for years," recounted Farah. "He never commented on them but other people sometimes did. By wearing them I felt I still had a part of you, that a part of me still belonged to you, yet the rest of me was faithful to my husband. My toes didn't interest him anyway. One summer at the beach I lost one of the rings in the surf. I had to hide my tears from Gabe. After that, I kept the other ring in a special part of my jewelry box and only wore it on special occasions, and never at the beach or pool."

All of my love for Farah came flowing back, triggered by the seemingly trivial matter of a piece of inexpensive jewelry. I sat down and held Farah's hand, looking into her green eyes flecked with gold. Vesna arrived with glasses of Txacoli, the Basque wine we used to drink at the tapas bars of Barcelona. It was cold, crisp and faintly fizzy with tiny bubbles, a quality called petillance. The three of us reminisced, as our taste buds formed a pathway to other memories.

Vesna poured us each another glass. "I am so glad to see you," I told Farah. "I was heartbroken when you wrote to me about Gabe." 

"Yes, but you got Vesna. The two of your are so suited in your temperaments. I would have been too much drama for you," Farah replied. 

"You're right about Vesna. I still love her so much. But I won't listen to any criticism about you. I still think you're perfect," I insisted.

Farah wiped a tear from her cheek. The fact that her emotions were so close to the surface was not just endearing to me but had the effect of bringing my more subdued feelings into the open. Vesna took in the intimacy between Farah and I with a look of loving pleasure. 

"Farah, I think it's time Claude took you to bed and gave you a big dose of love," said Vesna. 

"I thought it would be the three of us. I'd really love that," replied Farah, concerned not to exclude Vesna. 

"I'd love it too, honey and I promise to join you later," Vesna responded. "But I can tell the floodgates are going to open up between you two and I don't want to be in the way. Now get in there and fuck!" 

In the guest bedroom the slanting sunlight of the late afternoon filtered through the blinds as Farah and I undressed, almost shyly. She stood before me naked, "I don't know if my body has held up as you remember it," she said. She was still curvy with long, graceful arms and legs and cocoa-brown all over. 

"Turn around," I asked her. "If anything has changed," I said, "it's only that you've become more graceful. You're so beautiful I still can't help thinking of you as a goddess." We embraced and I felt a jolt as our naked bodies touched. Farah kissed me and I can't describe the love I felt for her at that moment.

We lay on the soft cotton sheets and I traced the contours of her body with my hands, rediscovering the curves and indentations in her soft skin and toned muscles. Farah did the same to me and ran her tongue down to my cock. She knelt before me on the bed and sucked my cock until it was very hard and wet, roughly swallowing me to the hilt a few times before stopping. 

Then Farah straddled me, and holding her labia open with her fingers, pushed down onto my cock. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her, feeling her soft pussy grip my cock. 

We didn't talk or moan or sigh but as we fucked we gazed intensely at each other. Farah began to cry, "I'm so happy" she said as tears of joy ran down her smiling face. I was crying too. I had forgotten what it was like to feel this deeply. To me, the peak experiences of my life are those of deep communion with a special person. Vesna had been right to give Farah and I time alone. Although she wasn't in the room, I felt a deep communion with Vesna at the same time. She was truly my soul mate.

The lioness emerged in Farah. She fucked me fiercely, the golden highlights in her curly waves of hair flashed in the slanting light. Her firm breasts bounced and shone with a thin coat of perspiration, drops forming on her small brown nipples that were hard with her arousal. I grabbed her ass and let a finger drift down to tickle her asshole. Farah started to pump her hips, sucking my cock with her slick pussy. She felt hot to my touch.

Farah uttered deep, throaty breaths as she approached her orgasm, then erupted into a roar as she came. Her inner muscles clenched around my cock and I spurted into her with a yell. Farah collapsed on top of me as our chests heaved and our breathing returned to normal. 

She slid down and sucked my half hard cock into her mouth, licking up all our juices. Then Farah snuggled into my arms, our legs entwined, and we fell asleep in perfect peace and love.

Over the summer I had a lot of sex with my two lovers. There were tender times alone with Farah or Vesna, or between the two of them without me. There were threesomes that left me sore, and there were foot jobs that ended with Vesna licking cum from Farah's long toes. There was ass-fucking, with both of them kneeling on the bed, buns up while I fucked each ass in turn as they kissed and groped each other. 

There were nights out with a beauty on each arm and a reprise of my summer travels with Farah. But now, when some handsome stud hit on her, her response was: "I'm with him, We're both with him." The tables couldn't have turned more completely from my high school days as a lonely short guy who no girl would date. Of course I'm still only 5'6" but it's been a long time since I felt inferior about it.

All this fantastic erotic activity took place in the context of the deep love and friendship between the three of us. At the end of July, I realized we had one month left. I tried not to think about another wrenching good bye with Farah. I savored every moment with her.

I was reading on the couch with Vesna when Farah came in to join us after checking her email. She looked preoccupied. "What's up?" I queried. 

"My company has an affiliate in LA," she said. "There's an opening that I'm qualified for and they asked me if I would think about it." 

"That's great!" Vesna enthused. 

"So why do you look worried?" I asked. 

Farah responded, "I've been so happy this summer but I know it can't last. You've both been so wonderful to me, but if I stayed here...Well, I can't imagine that...Vesna, you've been so generous, sharing Claude with me. But I can't impose forever. This isn't Barcelona and we aren't twenty-one anymore. I told my manager I didn't want to take the job. It wouldn't be right."

"Don't you understand anything, Farah?" Vesna almost yelled. "Claude and I still do love each other the way we did in Barcelona: passionately, not exclusively or possessively. We love you the same way, and now, you're here with us and you don't fucking get it? I can't bear to think of life without you. I can't stand it that you're going," Vesna was crying and shaking. I held her hand for a minute then stood up.

"Farah," I began, "I love both of you more than I've ever loved anyone. I said goodbye to you once and I've never felt heartbreak like that before or since. Please reconsider. I can't promise that everything will be perfect but I promise to love you and care for you as I always have. I'm sure they haven't given the job to someone else yet. Please call them."

As Farah looked into both our pleading eyes she lost it, sobbing uncontrollably. As soon as she composed herself, she called her company and took the job.

Of course our life together hasn't been perfect. There are ups and downs but the challenges of a three person relationship aren't that different than those faced by couples, or people with children. There are some people who don't understand or don't approve of our arrangement but that's their problem. 

Vesna, Farah and I have been together seven years now. Last Friday evening we were sitting on our deck, enjoying our favorite Spanish Ribero del Duero and some tapas I had prepared. "This sure isn't how I imagined my life turning out," remarked Farah. "I thought I would have a husband and kids, you know, what everyone expected of me." 

"It's not what I imagined for myself, either," I agreed. "I longed for it, but I never thought there'd be so much love in my life." 

Vesna smiled at us, taking a sip of wine. "I grew up thinking that communism would last for ever. It wasn't perfect but there was comfort in that. That all changed in 1989, when I was 18, and since then I began to realize that lots of things could be different. But this isn't how I imagined my life turning out either. I think that the way my life turned out is infinitely, infinitely better than anything I imagined." 

"I'll drink to that," I said, and the three of us, looking into each other's eyes, raised our glasses and drained them.