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Great Britain Ch. 01

By: matchdrum



Great Britain Ch. 01: Ireland

Now, there is a reason they call the British Isles, Great Britain; they are F’N GREAT! Now this story is not all true, nor is it all fiction. I like to think of it as a nice mix of reality and those dreams that were running through my head the whole time I was away. Also, this is not my first time in Europe, nor my first sexual experience, but it is my first few times having sex in another country…experiences that can make a trip glow in your memory bank until that glorious day you go senile. I hope you enjoy my trip as much as I did.

The first time I went to Europe I was in high school. Now, my family was not rich, but most of my friends were. They convinced me to go to the interest meeting, and boy was I interested. I held in my desires for a few days, thinking, strike that, knowing the answer of my parents would be a resounding ‘No!’ It was the early 90’s and Bush Sr. had made most of America poor. But I really wanted this, so I asked. To my surprise they said yes…on one condition. I had to pay half of it. No freakin’ problem there. I was a little more responsible that I should have been at that age. While my friends were all saving for cars, I horded my money for a trip to Europe and a drum-set. I knew the value of a dollar, and I could always hitch rides, but a trip to Europe…once in a lifetime, or so I thought.

I was too young the first time I went. I enjoyed it, but it was a whirlwind tour of seven countries. I couldn’t fully appreciate what a gift I was really receiving. 

So, now it’s 2002 and another opportunity drops in my lap. After graduation from college my plans were to move to London and get a job in the recording industry…business, not playing. Then my roommate tells me about a study abroad program that puts me in London for three months, going to school and doing what I want to do. But once again I think, no way in hell my parents will send me to Europe again. My first few years in college were a waste, and I have been in for too long for my parents to reward me with such a gift for mediocrity. But once again, they said yes. Dad was in the Air Force when he was younger. He had travel in his blood. He has been all over the world…like father like son. 

So once again I scrimped and saved, and now it is June of 2003, and I am sitting in the Nashville airport, scared out of my mind, yet too excited to sit still. Not only was I going to be out of the country for three months (total excitement) but also it was only a few months since George W. had re-entered Iraq, and the first time for me on a plane after 9-11. (It’s funny how both trips were around that father and son duo.) I digress… 

As I sit in my nervousness, I start to look around my section of the airport, nothing but women. I think, ‘This can’t be my flight,’ and go about my business. Later still, I look around and more women, not all beautiful, but a good chuck of them I could fall for. My nervousness faded and my mind drifted to the wonderful times ahead, thinking ‘Luck Me!’ 

The flight was fine, and school was great. We were in a rich part of London, and life was grand. But where the real action started was on the little trips we could take. The U.K. transportation system was amazing. In four hours I could be in Scotland, or on a ferry to Ireland, or some other wonderful location in England. For my first trip, I just had to go to Ireland. (I know, Ireland is not really part of Great Britain, but I really couldn’t see myself going to N. Ireland for a nice getaway, and for the purpose of the title, we’ll pretend. If you are from the U.K., DON’T GET PISSED OFF!!!)

IRELAND:

I took the train from Kings Cross in London to Holyhead in Wales. It was my first outbound of the trip. I had no plans, no real destination, and the only reservation was for a flight back from Dublin to London a few days after departure. I wanted an adventure. I had been at the school for about two weeks and I loved the people and class and everything I was doing, but I needed to be alone and experience my Irish heritage…not just drinking, but my heritage…or so I thought.

I was fortunate enough to get to Holyhead in time to catch a ferry at a decent time. So I got my ticket and hopped on board. I was so excited. The ship was nice and large and I felt safe on it. It was mid June, but while in Ireland that is nice weather, when a ship starts trekking across the Irish sea, the wind can bite through the warmest of clothing. So, I was shivering and taking pictures of the approaching Irish shore when a hand grab’s my shoulder. Being alone on this journey I immediately froze in horror. As I was spun around I was shocked at the gleaming face of a lovely female from one of my classes. Standing behind her was another girl we had met from some of her classes, and behind her an Irish stranger; named William, whom they had met on the train from London.

Although I had wanted to be a loaner; i.e. stay in a youth hostel and get lost in the land, I was thrilled to see people I knew, especially Sarah, the one who grabbed me. The four of us went inside the ship and got acquainted. William was from Ireland, but lived in London…he worked as a Viagra salesman…I shit you not, a Viagra salesman. So, after a while, the girls, Sarah and Mason, go to the bathroom in a pair, as women often do, and William gets a grin on his face and says, I think you are going to really enjoy Ireland, and hands me a bottle of Viagra. I am shocked. He tells me only to use half a pill at a time, or I would regret having a hard on for eight hours, but other than that, he told me to enjoy them in good health. 

As the women approached I hurriedly stuffed the bottle in my backpack. 

When we landed, William was nice enough to give us a cab ride and tour through Dublin. He dropped us off in a nice part of town with lovely B&B’s on one side of the road and youth hostels on the other. I told the women my plans, or rather lack there of, and they insisted we all get a B&B together. Who was I to argue? 

The room was huge with a large double bed in the middle and a smaller bed to one wall. I could not believe my luck. No plans on my way to Ireland, and then seven hours later I stood in a large room about to spend a few days in Dublin with two women. 

That first night we were all tired, so we just went to a local pub and had a good evening. The next day we went out and explored Dublin. More importantly we explored the Guinness factory. I got pissed on the free beer and we hit the city. Boy was that fun. Little did I know that this would be the least of the fun I had that evening.

After our day out, we got cleaned up and apparently everyone was a bit horny. The sexual connotations flying around were making my head spin. The thought slipped into my head for a moment that I may end up with every man’s fantasy of having two women at once. In all honesty I hoped not. Sometimes it is hard enough to please one woman good and proper, I could only imagine the pressure to please two at once. Fortunately (and I know you think I’m either a liar or out of my mind) but I didn’t have the opportunity. 

Mason had apparently gotten Williams number and they agreed she would spend the night at his place. So I was left alone with the lovely Sarah. 

Now usually I am the kind of guy that has to be in love, or at least have strong feelings, for sex to be a factor. But, here I was in another country, in a beautiful room with a very enticing creature…with a bottle of Viagra burning a hole in my backpack…what would you have done? 

The anticipation hung thick in the air. As we readied ourselves for bed, I struggled in vain to conceal my erection. Sarah asked if I would turn my head while she changed. Being a gentleman, I obliged. When she gave me the word, I turned around in enough time to see her standing on the other side of the large bed wearing only a t-shirt and pulling black, cotton, thong underwear up her slender legs. As they reached their destination I saw a flash of her underbrush, reminding me of a field of lovely flowers. I have a sneaking suspicion she was showing this for a reason, but I didn’t want to make the first move. I said my goodnight and turned off the light. 

In the darkness, all I could see was a picture show in my mind, flashing her legs and crotch over and over again. My erection was straining in my boxer-briefs. It almost hurt to press the soft sheets onto my rigid flesh. Then her voice broke the silence of the room; “Mike?”

“Yes?” I managed to squeak out.

“I know this may sound bad, but I don’t want to sleep alone…this bed is huge, and I feel so empty over here by myself.” BINGO! What a teasing woman I thought. Well, I’ll show her. 

As I flung off the covers, my penis bound up in down in the anticipation of what may come. I told her I had forgotten to take my medication and told her I would join her in a moment. Now I was never a boy scout, and I never anticipate sex, but my motto is still, ‘be prepared.’ So I removed half a pill of Viagra and a few condoms. I took the Viagra and lay the condoms under the pillow, not wanting to reveal my hand too soon, just to be on the safe side.

Under the covers I could feel her heat radiate through the cool sheets. And her smell… Oh my, her smell. Her hair mixed with her perfume, and there was a hint of her musk in the air. I could tell she was excited. Hell, I know I was. I was lying next to a 5’9” lovely. I like them tall, being I’m six foot. My hands were sweating with the anticipation of feeling her hot skin. Touching her firm twenty-year-old breasts. Kissing her full pouting lips. My mind…well my cock was screaming for me to make a move. 

It happened in a flash. I rolled over and grabbed her head and moved it to mine. I cradled the back of her head in my massive hands and lifted her lips to mine. In the dark, I missed by half an inch, but soon I was on target and rewarded with the sweetness of her kiss. Full lips pressing into mine. Soft, sweet, warm and wet. My mind was exploding with fireworks. Color flamed before my closed eyes, and our lips parted and I felt her tongue enter my mouth. Like a Jacobs ladder, sparks bridged the gap of our mouths sending us reeling in heavy panting and our labored hearts were racing. My fingers ran over her scalp as my body, searching for warmth in the sheets, came nestling up to her lovely frame. I was rewarded to feel flesh. No t-shirt, just flesh. She must have taken it off while I was being “medicated.”

I had to touch her body. My hands fumbled their way down her now molten skin. Never removing our facial embrace, my fingers walked down her body, lightly brushing her breasts on the way down. They felt better than they looked, and they looked great! Her nipples were already hard from the cool sheets and the heat we were generating. I gently tugged them in small circles, which generated soft moans being fed into my mouth. I continued my decent. I found the soft flesh of her stomach. It was not hard and firm like and athlete, but it was quite feminine and perfectly rounded. 

Further down I found the hem of her sexy underwear. That would have to wait. I needed to build her anticipation. I needed to build her fire first. As my fingers lightly brushed her sex through her underwear, her moan grew and she sucked hard on my tongue. I found this encouraging. My fingers tickled her for a moment and then passed to grab her slender fleshy legs and spread them gently and I positioned my body over hers, and between her legs. 

I tore my tongue from her mouth and my lips from her embrace, and traced my mouth over to her ears and whispered, “I can’t believe this is happening.” She sighed in response saying, “I guess you have the Luck of the Irish.” I smiled and traced the tip of my tongue down her neck with care. I reached her collarbone and kissed out to her shoulder and lightly nibbled my way back to her breastbone and up the other side of her neck. I quickly stole another kiss and then dropped to her breasts. Her flesh was so tender, and it quivered when my lips embraced her soft skin. In a slow, circling pattern, I rounder her breast, like licking an ice cream cone, until I found her nipple. It was hard against my tongue. I couldn’t resist suckling her, as my hand formed her tit into its proper 36-B shape. I did the same with the other breast, and when I was done, the smell of her body was overpowering any hint of her perfume. I was in heaven. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this adventure would result in such a hot night. When I said I had no plans for Ireland, I defiantly did not see this coming. 

As I finished with her breasts, she let out a whimper as if to say, “Don’t stop yet,” but I had other goals in mind. My mouth abrasively descended her body, but I took care to gently lick the rim of her belly button. A slight giggle slipped from her lips and she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it further down her body. My tongue outlined her panties. I went across the top, slightly dropping my tongue under her panty line, feeling the hair coarsely upon my lips. Then I rounded her thigh and licked down the valley where her crotch is formed. She started to wiggle and dance under my mouth. Then my nose passed across her clit and she froze. My tongue slid up her wet undies and pressed hard and flat against her engorged button. Sarah sighed with relief, but suddenly moaned in mock anger as I removed my mouth and licked up the other side of her crotch to draw out this beautiful event. As she grabbed my head forcefully and returned it to her moist center, a smile broke my lips. I had here where I wanted her. And in all honesty, she had me where she wanted me as well. 

I moved back to the top hem of her panties and started pulling them down with my teeth. My chin was pressing into her clitoris, and she began bucking underneath me. I wrapped my hands around her ass and felt nothing but her full fleshy mounds. The beauty of thong underwear it pure in this fact, it feels so wonderful to reach around to your woman’s ass and feel nothing but her ass. And I thought in that moment I could die in that position, and never be happier. I was facing Sarah’s beautiful bush, and had my hands on her glorious, stout ass. It had been too long!

As I removed her thong down her long silky legs, I began my assault on her womanhood. I dove in, dropping my tongue to the very bottom of her slit, almost reaching her puckered hole at the bottom. Then flattening out my tongue I ran it the length of her moisture. She managed to moan “Ohhhhh Yeah!!!!” She was soaking my face, and the smell was divine. Her lips were trim and slick, while she left a nice amount of thin hair at the top of my newfound treasure. I nestled her bush to my face before I went back for more. Lightly circling her clit with my mouth, I began to trace her wetness with my finger. Lightly, up and down, up and down my finger moved on her slit, as my mouth began sucking. Her fire was now burning. I gently placed my finger at her opening, and she was so ready that all I had to do was wait. She couldn’t stand my finger just sitting there, and I got the response I was wanting, she wildly thrust her pelvis down onto my hand. She was warm and tight, and I could feel the ridges of her g-spot, and the slick warmth of her walls. 

As she began to grind, she called my name and asked me to move my cock to her face. I was thrilled to oblige. I was always giving, and never really received before. We turned on our sides and she fondled my large shaved testicles. It was something my ex got me into. Sarah was thrilled to see a man take care of his package. She gently sucked one than the other into her mouth. She began to gently hum on my balls. WOW! Not only was the smell of her sex making me light headed, but the thrill of her mouth expertly working over my sack was driving me out of my mind. I found it hard to keep up my end of the bargain. Reluctantly she removed my testicles from her mouth. The cool air sent them into hiding. But she took the moisture she had left and slid her hands around my cock, making it nice and slippery. Like I said, this was new territory for me, so I all but stopped licking her. When she wrapped her lips around the head of my penis I froze, and she started to suck lightly. Now I did stop pleasing her. Once she realized I was no longer moving below her, she lightly applied pressure with her teeth to shake me back into reality. If she wasn’t getting anything in return, she was not going to give. So I started moving my finger in and out again. She ran her tongue up and down my swollen shaft. She pressed hard at the underside with her tip. A few moments later, I was plunged into her control. Her lips once more wrapped around me and she dropped her nose onto my balls. I could feel her releasing air from her nose onto my testicles and across my taint. Being I had never received head before I was amazed at how easy it was for her to take the seven inches of my cock into her mouth. But she did it with style and ease. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere and she began to suck harder. She began tracing my veins and bobbing her head back and forth across my straining erection. 

While she was pleasing me, I decided she was more than ready to progress past my single long finger. I inserted another finger, and reached one to the back of her canal while the other curled up to massage her g-spot. She began rocking her hips back and forth with great force, almost pushing me off of her. Feeling that turnabout is fair play, I began pumping in and out of her mouth. The moans she forced on my penis were almost too much to handle. I felt her body begin to tense, I knew her pleasure was eminent. I rubbed harder and harder on her spot, and she pumped harder and harder on my cock. As her legs clenched and her walls caved in, she slowed her pace on my penis, but she sucked harder and moaned even louder. She was swelling to her climax, and her tide were taking me with her. She released a flood of bliss into my mouth. Her taste was sweet and intoxicating. As she came, she sensed I was on my last few strokes, so she tightened my skin and dropped her head just in time to catch my cum in her mouth. We both continued to rock back and forth as our climaxes took us to new heights. 

Soon…actually too soon, we began to calm ourselves. I pulled myself away from her mouth, and continued to stroke her gently. She tried to continue on me, but it had felt like she has sucked my soul out through my penis. I couldn’t handle it anymore. From my stroking she had a few tremors left in her, but soon she too removed my hand. 

Sarah leaned over the bed and took a drink from the water glass I had used earlier, cleaning her mouth. I too wiped my face, and took a sip as well. I kissed her again, and she plunged her tongue into my mouth once again. It was still electric, and even after the water, we could still taste each other on our lips. 

A few minutes of embracing and kissing passed, and she noticed I was still hard as a rock. I had to sheepishly admit the gift William had given me. She told me to remind her to thank him later. With that she pulled me on top of her and forced me close into her body. I could feel my balls mixing in her warm wetness. It was incredible. I momentarily longed to be inside her. Then I realize…why was I longing. I reached over underneath the pillow and retrieve a condom. I opened the wrapper, and she took it out of my hand. Moving the condom down to my penis, she gently and erotically protected our genitals.

Sarah put her hand onto my butt, and pulled me back forward. I slid my penis down to meet her lips. I traced my head over her wet slit and then rubbed her clit with my shaft. I did this over and over again, once more burning her fire hotter. I gently tickled her clit with my cock, sending waves through her body, forcing her to squirm. Then, just like I did with my finger, I gently place the head of my penis into her and waited. The anticipation was driving her mad. 


Great Britain Ch. 01



Sarah cried like a baby, “Move forward.” 

I said, “No.” 

Once more she cried out, “Please, please just push it into me…I can’t hold out. I need you in me.” 

I just sat and waited. Finally, she thrust her hips sharply down onto my waiting cock. I have never felt anyone so amazing before, and if there had been someone, I had long forgotten her. Sarah’s heat was immense. Her pussy was so wet she slid all the way down taking me all the way in. I was so happy I had to stop and take it all in. I started to smile. She asked me what I was smiling at, so I told her how amazing she felt. She responded by twisting her torso slightly gripping my penis with the walls of her cunt. I have never known such pleasure. It felt tighter and there was a sensation of her walls moving over me like fingers. I had to taste her in my mouth again. I leaned down and kissed her. Then I slowly began my thrusting. For a few moments, until we got into the rhythm, it was plane vanilla sex. I was on top of her, and my tongue was in her mouth. But soon we upped the ante. 

She moved her knees into my chest and placed a pillow under her ass. I was deeper inside her now. I could feel every last bit of her tightness. With her lower body elevated, I began to hit her g-spot with a few of the strokes. Every time my head brushed her spot, she would whimper and her hand would reach for her clit. As I moved in and out, her firm breast began to bounce. At first they started to swing up and down, but soon they began to move in counter circles around on her chest. I dropped my head onto her breasts and began to suckle her nipples again, all while driving in and out of her manipulating pussy. I could feel her tighten up again as she began to climax. She kept on moving her fingers on her clit as I continued my assault on her body. As she began to come down, I slowed to match her rhythm. 

Being I had already come, and was still rock hard, we just had to continue, but she wanted to try some more positions. Sarah wanted to explore all the possibilities Viagra afforded her. 

I moved her on her side, her back flat and her hips doubled over facing me as I stood by the edge of the bed. I crossed one of her legs over the other, and inserted myself back into her. This made her so tight. I could see her whole glory from this angle. I had one hand on her ass, the other on her chest. My cock was buried deep into her, and my mouth was locked with hers. Soon I felt her clamp onto my penis. She was not climaxing, but she was seeing if she could make me cum. She failed, but she did succeed on forcing me to change the condom. We had been fucking for about 20 minutes, and it was stretching thin. 

After a quick change, I rolled her over and took her from behind. I love the sound of her ass slamming into my body. She had one hell of an ass to hold onto. I slid my hands to her hips and dove back in. I was in the zone. I was fucking for all I was worth. She buried her head into a pillow and started to scream and writhe in pleasure. She could not believe the effort I put into pleasing her. I raised my hips a bit, which lowered the head of my cock. This put my head right on her g-spot with every stroke. I started pounding and pounding her spot, over and over. I stopped going deep, so I could concentrate on a full vaginal orgasm. She responded by pushing her lovely ass back into me. I barely had to move. She did most of the work, knowing just where to put me. After a few moments her body told me all I needed to know. I had never had the ability to last this long before, so I had never taken a woman to these heights before, but I was glad I had done this right. She started to dance below me. Her hips were slamming hard against my legs. Even through the pillow here sounds of enchantment filled the room. This kind of orgasm, being deeper, took longer to achieve, and really lasted longer than expected. It was more violent than any I have seen before. She lost control of her whole body, shaking and shaking and shaking. Her breasts were flopping all around. After about a minute of the mind numbing orgasm she was having, her convulsions and tightness finally sent me over the edge. I lost control and filled the condom with four or five good shots of semen. She continued her orgasm for about another two minutes, each time her cunt violently clenched. She squeezed my seed out of the condom across my balls and down our legs. 

The feeling was too nice to stop. Even though I was spent, I was still hard from the Viagra, and after a world rocking orgasm like we both experienced, needed time to slowly ebb. So, I slid her onto her side, while remaining inside. I was nestled behind her stroking in and out of her very slowly. I ran my fingers up her sides and across her cold hard nipples. I ran my hand down to her clit and her cunt grabbed me tighter than comfortable and she slapped my hand away. Too much I guess. So I settled my hand onto her hip and lovely ass. I leaned up and kissed the back of her neck and smelled her perfumed hair. I forced my other hand under her body and across her chest to cup her wonderful breasts, and hold her close to me. 

I felt at ease and happy having her in my arms. I was not in love with Sarah, but our love making put me higher that I had ever been. 

Soon I realized I had not removed myself from inside her. I grabbed myself and withdrew from her tightness. She sighed and told me she felt satisfied, but my hasty removal made her feel empty inside. 

I cleaned up and returned to bed. The sheets were wet and cold. She made me lay down in the wet. I didn’t mind so much. It made me happy lye in our sex. She crawled on top on me and straddled my lower body. I looked up into her beautiful face and once again grabbed the back of her head, carefully cradling her as I pulled her into my mouth. Even though she was spent, she started moving her hips back and forth. She found my shaft and her wetness was still there. She slicked up my cock and just let it lye on her lips as she moved back in forth. Our faces were still locked together as she started to moan again. The feeling of her wetness and her hair on my exposed penis was just as stimulating to me. She rose up and I could see my cock and her cunt mingling together. I reached up and massaged her breasts. She let out a little moan. Where did she get the energy? She tightened her hips against my sides. Sarah was cuming again. I couldn’t believe this woman. As her climax came, I moved her face back to mine and felt that tingle in my testicles. She was going to make me cum again too. How does she do it? She started grinding harder and harder into me. Her eyes began to close, so I pushed her back enough to see her face and told her to look at me. She sleepily opened her eyes and I looked deep into them. They were blue in the light, but in the dark, they looked like pools of midnight sky. I had to look into them as we rocked again with climax. I had to see the passion in her eyes. A few strokes later was all it took. I felt a gush from her lips and then a spasm from my cock. Her eyes said thank you, thank you thank you as her lips parted and she uttered some low gibberish. My cum shot on her downy hair and onto her and my belly. It was so hot it almost stung my flesh. 

She collapsed on top of me. Neither one of us moved for about five minutes. I gently rolled her off of me and got a washcloth so we could clean up. I was now starting to soften. I could not believe what happened tonight. Once again, I snuggled up behind her. I placed my flaccid penis against her beautiful bottom. I then wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I had her in my arms all night, and I did not want a second of that night to be any different. We finally drifted to sleep after many soft kisses to what flesh we could get our mouths to. I had such wild and vivid dreams that night. 

When I woke in the morning, she was still there in my arms. I was happy it was all real. We kissed once again…and regretted it, being neither had brushed teeth. We smiled and removed ourselves from the bed. We cleaned up and dressed and had a wonderful Irish breakfast. Mason came back pissed off. We didn’t bother asking about her night. But we were happy and content, and that seemed to make her even worse. 

We returned to school a few days later, and never spoke of our experience, but each time I did talk to her, or see her on campus, I looked back into those eyes. Wow, those eyes. I could die in their deepness. But every time I looked into them, they smiled back at me just as they had from the darkness of our room.



Great Britain Ch. 02



Great Britain Ch. 2: Scotland

Now as I stated in my last story, I usually have to have love, or very strong ties to someone to have sex with them. I don’t like to “Fuck for fuck’s sake.” One night stands with someone I will never see again just never appealed to me. Of course, Sarah changed that rule slightly in Ireland, but I still see her. I may not love her, but I developed a strong tie to her that night. 

Overseas though, things can change a lot. 

Upon returning to London, things went about the same with my life. London is an amazing city, and there is so much stuff to do and see. I was a busy bastard. With school and sightseeing, I was always tired. Up early for class, and out drinking with my friends at night. But while overseas, you really want to pack in as much as possible. 

Speaking of packing it in, there was this one girl I would have loved to…er, well you get the picture. Her name was Lauren. Except for being just a little high maintenance, she was perfection in high heals. Not that she needed high heals; she was nearly six feet tall to begin with. She had breasts that would just wave at you and say, “Hi, Mike. Would you like to play with us today?” I would reply, “Yes, Yes I would!” That’s how amazing this girl was; she had me talking to her breasts under my breath. She was driving me crazy! All I could do was imagine my fingers running through her long dark hair. Her stomach was flat and trim, not six pack, but oh so nice. Her backside was the kind that stood out just enough, and looked like the palm of your hand was made to fit right around it. She had a cute nose and perfect teeth surrounded by lips that made words drip like honey from their tips. And her accent, did I mention her accent? Now I’m not from the South, but I love hearing women from the south talk. She is definitely from the south. Laurens voice could make the sun rise or set at her command. Simply, amazing. She is a sweet, Southern Belle. 

She goes to the same school I do back in the states. I had seen her around, and knew she was the kind of girl that was born with a man by her side. But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing. Also, it was not like I was too timid to talk to her and put her on a pedestal and shook when she was around. We became friends on this trip. Actually, we had some tender moments. On a train to somewhere we were told each other’s life story. And once she got sick and I brought her flowers. And other times we would go out dancing or drinking. She was always on my mind. It was going to make it a long, hard three months. 

Half way through the summer I was about at my limit. Everywhere I went, everything I did I was thinking of Lauren. I couldn’t concentrate on my schoolwork. Every time I went out, we were always in the same group. Something had to be done, but first thing is first. I have to get away for a while. 

Fortunately there were trips sponsored by the school to go to Edinburgh, Scotland or Paris, France. Lauren wanted to go to Paris, and I had already been there. I didn’t like it so much. The people were not as rude as everyone made them out to be, but it seemed dirty to me. And I had seen all I really wanted to the first time. Plus France was not so welcoming to Americans in the summer of 2003. But by taking the other trip, I could get away from Lauren for a while. Getting her off my mind seemed like a great idea at the time. 

The trip to Edinburgh cost extra money I didn’t have. So I could have stayed on campus with no one around, or, well…I had a plan. I didn’t want to pay, but I had already gone to Ireland with no plan, why not Scotland? It worked once before. Besides, if push came to shove, I knew where everyone would be staying, so I wouldn’t be left out in the cold. It seemed foolproof. 

A day after everyone else left for Edinburgh, I hopped another train. Four hours later I was in beautiful, historic Edinburgh. I had told a few of my friends that I would be coming up the next morning, and I thought they would meet me at the train station…no such luck. I wanted to hang out with them for the day, but how the hell was I supposed to find them? So I walked around the town square for an hour and it was really lovely. There was an amazing monument to Sir. Walter Scott in the middle of town. I started taking pictures when I noticed a buss tour of the town. I thought, ‘What the hell, what else do I have to do?’

It was one of those red double-decker busses that are famous in Europe. This one had an open top so you could see all the sights of Edinburgh. It was cool that day, and slightly rainy…which is an understatement for Scotland. But I didn’t care; I was going to see the city. They gave us a map and the guy tried to yell over the streets and the rain. It didn’t work so well. I though, ‘This is miserable.’ At about that moment, I looked down to the streets and there were my friends. Now, Edinburgh is not a small city by any means, so how this happened amazed me. But I hopped off the bus and we went around and saw all Edinburgh had to offer. 

Later that night, as most college students think, it was time for beer. And if there is one thing the U.K. has, it’s beer. The local pubs are amazing. So, I was feeling happy to be with my friends, but even though I was trying to get away from Lauren, I couldn’t help but feel sad she wasn’t there. So, I had a bright idea…Drink through it!

So I drank. And drank. And drank. And drank. I have to say I was feeling pretty good. My friends wanted to leave, but when you are drinking away your problems, and flirting with every pair of breast that pass your way, reason and listening to friends is not a strong point. I told them to go on, that I had a place to stay for the night, (which was a lie) and I would try to find them again tomorrow. They gave me the address of where they were staying, and left. 

I was having a good old time and thought I was making progress with this really hot blond that went to University in Edinburgh. She was a double major in pre-med and literature. Hot was all I saw, and boobs were all I heard. When last call came, I coyly smirked and asked if we were going back to her place. She said, “I know where I’m going, and it doesn’t involve you being there.”

Ouch! One thing about European women, they are much different from American women. They are attractive, (although I still hold preference for American woman) and they are built like brick shit houses. But the biggest difference is their personalities. They are the warmest women on the planet, but they will tell you exactly where they are coming from, and tell you exactly where to go. They pull no punches. They are brutally honest. 

Her answer stung a bit, but I was drunk and brushed it off. I looked at the clock tower across the street, and realized it was time to find a bed. Unfortunately if you don’t have a reservation before noon at a hostel, you don’t have a room. ‘Oh Shit!’ I thought. 

So I was stumbling around Edinburgh, drunk, with nowhere to sleep. I was screwed. All I had was a little bit of cash, which was no good at this time of night, being everything is closed, my trusty backpack, and the map they gave me on the bus tour. The bad part about the map was that there were only five real street names on it, and it was a cartoon drawing of the city. 

The worst part was that I had not truly drank through my problem. Everywhere I went, everything I saw that night reminded me of Lauren. Every face was hers. This SUCKS! Here I am drunk in a foreign city with no direction or help, and I was still thinking of the girl I came up here to forget about. 

I had to do something. So, I pulled out the map and started to form a plan through my drunken haze. I would go back to the train station, sleep on a bench and take the next train back to London. Only one problem…where the hell is the train station? I started walking around, getting even more lost, and the stupid map wasn’t helping me any. I was so frustrated and tired. Hell, I was scared. 

Suddenly a voice rang out. It was a woman walking down the other side of the street. 

In her sexy Scottish accent she said, “Hey, darlin’. Are you lost?” 

I said, “Oh God yes!” 

She offered her help. But when she got closer, she realized no matter how much she told me, I was too drunk to put two and two together. 

“Listen,” she said, “I don’t usually do this, but I live right around the corner. I just got off work, and you look like you could use a comfy couch for the night. Besides, you’re kind of cute for an American. Even if you are drunk.” She started laughing. 

So, in my best William Wallace impersonation I replied, “I love you, you know. Always have. Always will.” She laughed even harder. I think I even remember a snort. Then dropping the accent I said, “Seriously, thank you. I was really starting to get a bit frightened.”

She said, “Foolish American. You really should have thought about a place to stay before you got drunk and started stumbling around our beautiful town at three in the morning.”

Her place really was just around the corner. Which was good, because I don’t think I could have walked much further. 

Once inside her flat, I really took notice of my heroine for the first time. Her name was Scarlet. She was quite a bit shorter than me. She had short, red hair. I mean flame red. I didn’t know hair came in that color. I guess it fit her name. She had a tight body too. Her voluptuous breast were hung high on her chest. They seemed like they were put on her by mistake. Her frame was so small, that they looked misplaced. But I couldn’t complain. She looked like she weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet, and half of that was in her chest and ass. She looked like I could fully wrap my hands around her waste. Her skin was pale like porcelain, but like all redheads, cluttered with freckles. She really was quite adorable. 

She went into her room for a few minutes and changed into something to sleep in. She returned with a few blankets and a pillow. Then she said goodnight. 

I said, “Wait a minute, don’t you want to talk for a while?” She hesitated. I could see something about this foolish drunk American intrigued her. 

She said, “I don’t know, I think it’s bad enough I have a stranger sleeping on my couch.”

I looked up into her face; she was beautiful. I started to turn on the charm, and I got her to sit on the couch with me. I was still drunk, but quickly sobering up. I had to talk fast to keep her around. But, It was working. At about four twelve, she stretched and yawned, pushing those gorgeous breasts right at me. I made a move to be close enough to her that when she dropped her arms, they fell across my shoulder. I looked into her face once again and sheepishly grinned. Scarlet saw what I had in mind, and returned the same grin. She may have been weary of me, but she knew a sure thing when she saw one. 

What she didn’t see was the face I now saw gazing back at me. I was stunned when I saw Lauren staring back through Scarlet’s eyes. Scarlet saw a change in my eyes and asked if I was all right. I didn’t hesitate; I leapt at her and embraced her lips as passionately as drunkenly possible. She was set back for a brief moment, and she stiffened at my touch. But after a few prodding tries, she opened up and received my lips and probing tongue. 

In my mind I was asking myself if I had really seen what I though I saw. In my mind I was really kissing Lauren. Feeling her breasts heaving against my chest, and her electric lips at my mouth. I was lost. I had to ask myself what was going on. The only answer I cam up with in my drunken fog was a simple equation. Drunk x Horny + Condoms in my bag x seeing Laurens face – Lauren being here = Scarlet was going to get fucked good and proper. To hell with fuck’s sake, my one night stand rule was going out the window quick, and all I could see was Lauren staring back at me from the frame of Scarlet’s tight body. 

My hand went directly to Scarlet’s thigh. It was exposed under the hem of her nightgown. Her skin was white like snow, but burned hot as hell. My fingers blazed their way up and under her gown. Quickly I traced my hands as high as I could get them. The heat emanating from her crotch, compounded with the fire of her skin made me warm all over. As I raised her hem even further, I could start to smell her body’s fragrance drenching the air around us. As I moved further I could not believe my fingers only hit flesh and hair. She had removed her panties when she changed clothes. I thought, ‘Was I really in control here? Was I being played like a fiddle?’ Then as soon as the question appeared, it vanished as I broke our embrace and dove for her crotch. 

Pulling her gown up to her waste, I looked down to a patch of fire surrounding two slender lips already moist with dew. It reminded me of a lovely flower at dawn. I just had to have it. I dropped my head and extended my tongue large and flat to its target. Her taste was tangy and sweet. Scarlet’s loveliness was dripping off my tongue and running down my chin. I pulled back again to look at the loveliness before me. I buried my face into her thick red fur. Usually I like a thin layer of hair, but there was something animal and engrossing about her bush. I kissed it and snuggled into it like it was the first patch I had ever seen. Then I lowered back to Scarlet’s slit. I probed my finger into her hot moistness. So tight, so lovely. My fingers were quickly drenched in her fluid. 

Being even a little drunk, my technique was not its best, but the moans escaping her lips were encouraging. She began to pull at her gown. She stretched it tight across her upper body, making the tension confine her body to its spot. I continued my tongue up and down her pussy while my fingers unrelentingly drove in and out. I moved my mouth sloppily to her clitoris and sucked in gently, and quickly applied pressure. 

Since my fingers were so slick I piled two back into her pussy, and slid the third down to her tight ass. Normally I wouldn’t touch back there, but I was feeling frisky. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but she responded by bucking even more wildly. I didn’t push my finger into her anus, but the slickness of my finger rubbing around her rim was driving her wild. So I was stimulating her back and her front. It was a total assault on her sexual orifices. The wilder I got the better she responded. Soon I had her cooing and flopping all over the couch. Her legs suddenly crunched down on my ears and I could barely breath as her flesh was cutting off my air, but I continued to giver her all I could. Scarlet’s hands began pawing the top of my head, like stroking a cat. Fortunately by the time I started feeling light headed her orgasm died down and she released her grip on my head. I lightly gave her a few more licks for good measure, but I keep my fingers deep inside her. Even though her orgasm had ended, she continued to massage my fingers with her walls. 

My face was slick with her nectar. I traced my face up her stomach, leaving an outline up her body, finally wiping it off on her gown. I knew she had gotten hers, but I didn’t care about getting head, I just wanted to bury my cock as far as it would drop into her divine lips. 

I picked Scarlet up off the couch. Wow, she really didn’t weigh anything at all. My drunkenness told me I could break her in half. I hurriedly carried her back to the bedroom. Looking up at me from the bed she told me how amazing that felt. Looking down at her all I saw once again was Laurens face. 

Scarlet raised her arms as I pulled the nightgown up over her head. I tossed it to the ground and stood amazed at the body sprawled out before me. She took another stretch on her bed, like a kitten waking from a nap. It was so endearing to see her body curl up into a fleshy ball of sex. After she relaxed, Scarlet reached out and grabbed my belt, pulling me to the bed. She dropped my pants, stood on the bed and slowly brought her hands up over my chest. Removing my shirt she bend her head and kissed my neck and ears. How did she know my spot? My legs felt like a dog scratching fleas. My ears are the second line of pleasure on my body. My mind was flooding with images of Lauren and my body was quivering over her expertly tonguing my ear lobes. She slowly dropper her hands to my underwear and pulled out my full-blooded erection. She gently stroked me with her petite and soft hands. I pushed her hand away and lowered her back onto the bed. I didn’t want any more foreplay. She had found all the right spots to hit, and I was ready to go. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, just get a condom on and start fucking. That’s all I could see, Laurens eyes and me fucking her as hard as I could. 

I dropped my boxer-briefs onto the pile of clothes that had collected at my feet. I strapped on a condom and she reached for the lights. I told her to leave it on; I wanted to see all of her. Really all I wanted to see was Laurens eyes…I started to feel sick with myself. But I quickly remembered my erection when she grabbed hold of my cock and pulled me onto her smoldering body. 

My first few attempts failed to enter her warmth, so she had to guide me in, but once inside I let loose. I didn’t care about pleasing anyone but myself. I started stroking in and out of her hot box with all I had. My cock is only seven inches long, but even it was too long for her canal. She was very shallow, and I think it may have been a little painful as she began to whine and whimper. Her breasts were massively bounding up into her face as well. She had to grab them to regain control. I decided to help her out by dropping my head to her nipples. As I moved my body forward, my strokes became shallower and she started to enjoy my thrusting. Her nipples were so beautiful and reddish brown. They were the size of a two pound piece. I had trouble getting my mouth around them. But when my mouth found them a static charge ran through her body, and her cunt convulsed around my prick. 

I now wanted her on top of me. I wanted her to control the depth. I didn’t care about her having another orgasm, but I didn’t want to hurt her either. So she sat up on me and my hands molded into her breasts and drove her hard onto my cock. Her lips curled up and a sharp yelp escaped her mouth and she exhaled abruptly. I released my death grip on her breasts and gently moved my hands down to her waist and she gently began to move up and down on me. 

We were just not connecting with what each one wanted. I wanted to fuck and she wanted Kama Sutra. I gave in and let her do what she wanted. After all, I was pacified by Laurens eyes…I started to feel sick again. What was I doing to this girl? What was I doing to myself? I quickly shook the thought out of my head and brought her body crashing down onto mine. I was done letting her do what she wanted, and I started pummeling her groin. I tried not to shove too deep, but some thrusts escaped my control. 

Scarlet’s pussy started to contract against my diving cock. She felt so good. The name Lauren almost escaped my lips. Her quivering almost guaranteed my climax. My testicles started to tingle, but at that moment, her climax waned. I flipped Lauren onto her back…was I really thinking this was Lauren? 

I was giving her all I had. My fingers began massaging her clit. I could feel her tighten up again. The slickness of our grinding genitals made a smacking sound as my balls smacked her taint. I reached around and stroked the rim of her anus. It was slick as well. She bit down hard on her lower lip. Her cunt began to spasm again…not yet an orgasm, but it was close at hand. I looked back to her face. I could now see traces of Scarlet’s face mixing into Laurens eyes. I had to stop this. I shot forward and kissed her hard, my pelvis hammering rigidly. I know it had to hurt, but she was also moaning in excitement. I have never pushed this hard into any woman. 




Great Britain Ch. 02



Her orgasm began to shake through her body. She moaned and squealed with delight with a twinge of fading pain. Half way through her orgasm I was satisfied with my performance. I withdrew from her sopping pussy and removed my condom. I straddled her rock hard torso and while pushing her massive tits together, began driving in between them. It only took a few seconds and I was shooting into her face. Some was hitting her mouth, but most was sliding down her chest to her neck. Fireworks were sparking in my head. It felt like the fourth of July and I just hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth for the home team. I was amazing. I was invincible.

Coming down from my peak, I slowly continued to stroke into her breasts, smearing my semen into her skin. I heard someone cooing playfully. Suddenly I realized it wasn’t me. I looked down and Scarlet was half eyed and smiling beautifully, licking what little amount of my cum hit her lower lip. 

My mind came crashing down. All reminisce of Lauren had faded, and I was looking into another woman’s face. I sobered up quickly. Scarlet was looking up at me beautiful and happy. I felt so ashamed and began to cry. I fell to Scarlet’s side and my body went limp. My having sex with her didn’t solve anything. It actually made it worse. Scarlet cleaned her breasts off and curled up next to me trying to spoon me. Her small frame cupped my body, and I could feel the heat of her crotch burning into my lower back. Her warm breath slid across my neck and her arm snaked under mine as she tried to pull me close. 

She whispered into my ear, saying, “It’s alright, calm down. You didn’t hurt me.”

I turned to her and tried to find the words to convey what I was feeling. All I could say was, “I’ve never done that before.” 

She laughed and said, “You were pretty good for a virgin.”

“No,” I stammered, “I’ve never just…well, fucked before. I’m never going to see you again, and the emptiness I had to start with is quickly filling up with shame.”

Starting to get the picture, she spoke clearly and softly with her charming accent. “You know, I don’t love you. I got what I wanted out of this. You don’t have to feel bad. Sometimes, well, sometimes people need people. You were thinking of someone else weren’t you?” 

I nodded.

She continued, “Well, whoever she is, she has one hell of a lover coming her way. If you feel as strongly for her as you threw at me, she’s a luck woman. Go to her.”

“I still feel bad about you. I don’t screw like that. Well, that’s not entirely true, I enjoyed what I did, but it feels like I used you.”

“You don’t think I used you,” she said? “Did you just think it a miracle I was sitting on my couch naked under my gown? Listen, don’t get me wrong, I don’t pick up drunk Americans every night either. But I got something special tonight. It may not have been meant for me, but I can deal with that. Plus how torn up you are just gives me a little more faith in the men of the world.” She leaned over and gently kissed my teary eyes. 

I said, “Thanks, I guess I needed that.” 

I leaned in to kiss her back softly and tenderly when she spoke up again, “Before you go getting lovey, dovey on me, go clean yourself before you stink up my bed.”

I chuckled and drug myself to the bathroom. When I cam back she was stretched out under a thin sheet. I could see her powerful yet small frame clearly as the sheet clung closely to her perspiration. She really was beautiful. I was lucky to have had this experience. I flopped onto the bed and embraced her again. After a long tender kiss, we drifted off to sleep. 

Early the next morning we woke and I got dressed. In no real hurry, and not being ashamed of her body, she stayed naked as she walked me to the door. 

I turned to her and said with a smile, “Are you sure you don’t want another go?’ My hand was now gently tracing the outline of her pubic hair. 

“I fear your heart may be too frail,” she grinned back. 

I now knew what had to be done. As I turned out the door she patted my ass and said, “Go get her tiger.”

When the door closed, she turned into her bedroom. Lying down on her bed, Scarlet shed a few silent tears. She pretended to be so strong, yet she was still a delicate, fragile, decent woman. 

Authors note: The third chapter, “Great Britain Ch. 3 – London,” will have a happy ending. I know this one was a little down, but sometimes life is like that. 



Great Britain Ch. 03



Great Britain Ch. 3 - London

Now, I know chapters one and two were both based in countries, and London is a city. I know this! But, while in England, my base of operation was a flat just north of Finchley Road, about three tube stops, or a short bus ride to the famous Abbey Road Studios. In all honesty though, in a city of eight million people; where the surrounding area is nothing similar to inside the city limits, London really is a country all to itself. But enough of that, sit back and enjoy my third installment. 

London:

As I hurried down the steps outside Scarlet’s flat, and into the waiting street below, I moved with a renewed sense of purpose. For once my heart and mind worked together for a common goal. I realized I must forgo the rest of my stay in Edinburgh and return to London as quick as possible. I must to get back to Lauren. 

With my head held high, my heart pumping vigorously, and a spring in my step, I strode down the street towards…towards… ‘Where am I going?’ Better question, ‘Where the Hell am I?’ Then it hit me, I was currently lost for the second time in 24 hours on the streets of Edinburgh. Fortunately, this time I was sober. 

Like a true man, asking directions is for pussies, so I pulled out my ‘trusty map.’ It was as helpful this afternoon as it was the night before. Why would you only put five street names on a map covering a city the size of Edinburgh? I was a little discouraged, yet still determined. After twenty minutes of looking around, I started to recognize landmarks from my bus tour. ‘That’s helpful,’ I thought to myself. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, any similarity between what I saw the day before and what I was currently looking at vanished. ‘Crap!’ 

In a futile effort, I took one more look at the map. Then I looked across the street. ‘You know, that funny looking building looks like the cartoon of the museum on this map,’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh, Shit, I know where I am! But how do I get to the train station?’

At that moment, another voice rang out like the singing of angels; which is funny, because it was an old mans voice. But, it was the voice of salvation coming to my rescue. 

“Are ‘ye lost sonnie?” he asked in a gruff Scottish accent. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe, sir,” I thankfully responded.

“Where a’ ‘ye tryin’ tu’ go?”

“The train station,” I said hopefully.

“Well, lucky you, ‘tits right ‘cross the street,” he spoke kindly, almost amused. 

“REALLY!?!?”

“Sure! See the Royal Bank of Scotlan’?”

“Yes.”

“Go to the righ’, and ‘ye’ll find some steps. Go down ‘em, and ‘ye’ll fin’ ‘yaself in the center of town. Can’t miss the train station then sonnie.”

“God bless you sir,” I said extending my hand in gratitude. 

“No problem son,” he said griping my hand firmly. “Be careful and God speed.”

With that he turned and walked away, probably laughing to himself and thinking, ‘Stupid Americans,’ but I didn’t care, I was back on track. I’ll tell you this though, so far on my journeys, I have never met kinder, happier, friendlier people than the Scottish and the Irish. Not that the English are none of these things, but my time in England has been spent mostly in London. Eight million people, you do the friendly math! Plus, while in London, I always seemed to know where I was going, or at least how to get back to where I came from. But every spot of trouble I may have found myself in while in Ireland and Scotland, there were always friendly souls there to help me out. It felt like I had someone watching over me. This gave my current mission a sublime assurance. I could not fail!

The trip back to London felt like a slow escalator ride to Hell. I’m sure it was only due to my building anticipation, and my regretful evening, but either way, it was torturous. Plus, I didn’t smell that great. I left Scarlet’s in a hurry without a shower. The day was quite warm, and I walked in a complete circle around Edinburgh in my sweatshirt, carrying my backpack. I was ripe! Fortunately, I truly felt like a world traveler…they usually smell too. But the best part of my fragrance was the smell Scarlet had left on my belongings and my body. I still had remnants of her sweat and moisture from the night before. It was a lovely, yet sad odor. I felt so bad that I wrote for hours about what I felt. I did not what to forget what I saw in here eyes as I fucked her seeing someone else’s face. Then once again the pain I saw in her eyes as I explained the situation. I never want to lay that burden on anyone else. 

When I got back to London, I rushed back to my flat; the university provided lovely accommodations…small by American standards, but it had a kitchenette (a skink, micro-wave, and dorm fridge, with a breakfast nook) a living room (a TV and some chairs with a coffee table) and a small hallway leading to a bathroom straight ahead, and my bedroom to the right. I did not rush back to see Lauren; I knew the Paris group would not be back until tomorrow, but I needed to shower, and I had to plan out how I would spend my time making love to Lauren, almost as if it were a given she would fall at my feat. It’s amazing what you can build up in your mind. All I had to do was ask her to drop her panties, and away we went. I do have to admit, I did have a good fantasy built up. I knew what I wanted to do with her, and to her, and how we would carry it all out.

First I would do something goofy like invite her over to my place, where she would find the door ajar. She would walk in and find a trail of Hershey Kisses on the floor leading to the bathroom, and up into the shower. When she pulled back the curtain I would be holding a bouquet of flowers, saying, ‘I want to shower you in flowers, and kiss the ground you walk on.’ Cute right? 

Then we would move to the ‘living room,’ and we would sit down and talk. She would be wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt. We would start kissing for no reason, and I would instantly run my hand up her shorts where I would find no underwear. I would just start fingering her, and kissing her, and making out. Then I would lean over and start talking dirty to her. Let her know how much I wanted to do hot and nasty things with, and to her. Ohhh…It would have to be at night too, so I could fill the flat with candles…yeah, that would be romantic. ‘This is getting good,’ I thought. 

Next I would just take off all her clothes, and kiss all over her skin, and give her a massage. Then I would pick her up and take her into my room, where I would have satin sheets. ‘Wow, I’m good!’ 

Then we could have some fun with ice water or chocolate syrup. Then I would lick her whole body clean, and then go down on her. Then with no rhyme or reason, I would just whip it out and start having sex. ‘Yeah, that would be hot.’

I began to really visualize what I was fantasizing. I was getting so turned on that I actually did pull my erect penis from my shorts. I started to slowly massage my taught skin, and playfully tickle my hairless testicles. I didn’t expect to get myself so worked up.

Next I thought we would move to the hallway, and I could place her against the wall, and I could fuck her gently into the wall while she was totally wrapped around my body. She would start yelping in my ear as I pounded into her. She would say, “Fuck me! Harder! Deeper! Faster! Fuck! Fuck! OHHHH, I’m CUMMMIIIINNNGGGG!” Then with another hard thrust, I would come too. 

My God, I was getting hot planning this out. I couldn’t keep my hands off of my body. The British are not known for their AC, but I was getting physically hot. I had to take off my shirt first. My free hand reached up and stroked my chest. Then without thinking, I began to twist and tweak my nipples until they were as erect as my cock. As I continued to fantasize, the pace of my stroking quickened to match my racing heartbeat. Stroke after stroke, I was pounding myself to a fantastic climax. My penis was dark and fleshy-hard between my clenched grip. My veins were squishy and full. I had to think of some more quick, hot fantasies so I could finish off this burning in my loin. 

Then we could go into the bathroom. The shower is not exactly large, but you could squeeze two people inside. We could clean each other off. My hands could travel over her hard stomach, her firm, full breasts, and her solid and round ass. She cold lather my crotch and play with my balls. By this time I would be hard again. I would turn off the shower, and take her out dripping wet. I would pick her up and place her on the sink, and start fucking her again. Both of our bodies would be dripping all over the place. Wet, soaking bodies slamming together. ‘That would ROCK!’ Then I could rip down the shower curtain, and cover it in baby oil. ‘Where do I get such wonderful ideas?’ Our greasy bodies could slip and squirm all over the place. I could run my fingers over her oily bush, and squeeze through her luscious mounds, tweaking her nipples. I could penetrate her warm, drenched pussy with ease.

With that, I started to feel my sack tighten up. My breath became very shallow, and my heart was racing. I could barely see my hand as it stroked my full prick. I was so turned on; my flesh was red with excitement. I had to relieve this pressure, and soon.

I figured next we could turn to a hot tub full of bubbles. The warm water could swirl around our nakedness, and the bubbles could tickle our skin as they popped. More sex and moaning and swearing to God above. Or, we could have sex on the washer. I have always heard rumors about the spin cycle. When we were done, we could collapse on a pile of laundry fresh, warm towels. Then the mother of all fantasies…I could see Lauren contorted into some wild, hot, hard position (in which I don’t believe to this day would be physically possible) making her cunt tighter, wetter and hotter than ever before.

‘…Ohhhh Yeahhh!’

That did it! With three more tugs of my flesh, I leaned back on my bed, cleared my throat, clenched my teeth and moaned Laurens name. I shot four quick streaks of semen onto my chest and stomach. It was thick and hot like warm glue as it landed in pools and globs on my perspiring body. ‘Oh Lauren…Oh Lauren…you make me so happy!’ 

When I regained my senses, I went to the bathroom to clean up. Then I hit me: What was I fantasizing? Most of that shit was childish. ‘Oh, she’ll be wearing loose shorts and a t-shirt with nothing under…Without rhyme or reason, I’ll just start fucking her…Chocolate syrup…’ What was I thinking? I’m not in high school anymore. Those ideas are stupid, and/or impossible. First off, I don’t have a hot tub. Second, the washer is on the other side of campus. Thirdly, the shower curtain idea…well that would be hot! But all that oil would eat through any protection we had. No, this time would have to be different. It would have to be a sophisticated, elegant, well-planned evening for two. But this planning would have to wait. Jerking off like that had worn me out. I had not even asked her out yet, and the thought of her was making me happy and sleepy. It was naptime.

Two and a half hours later I was startled awake by a knock at my door. The purple hue flooding in through my open window alerted me to the presence of evening. What time was it, how long had I slept? I rolled out of bed and put on some boxer-briefs and some shorts and strolled to the door. 

“Who is it,” I queried. 

“Its Sarah, can I come in?”

I quickly unlocked the door and ushered her into the living room. Sarah had no interest in Paris, and wanted to visit Glasgow, Scotland on her own time, so she had stayed in London to do her own exploring. She was wearing cut-off sweatpants that rode high on her creamy flesh, and a cut-off sweatshirt that barely covered her protruding breasts. The hem of her shirt didn’t even reach back to meet the bare flesh of her torso. If a short enough person approached her, for a change, they could have seen straight UP her shirt. 

In the low light of the evening, I could make out the outline of her gorgeous body silhouetted against the door. Her hair was flowing down her back. As I began to focus, and my eyes started to adjust, I could see her head was slightly down turned. She had the sniffles as well. When she tilted up to look at me I could see her beautiful eyes were red and strained with anguish. The lovely cheeks I had once tenderly kissed were now puffy and blemished with tear streaks. Sarah was sobbing lightly.

“Sarah? What’s the matter? Are you alright?”

Heaving herself into my naked arms, she spoke. “He’s dead…John Boy…John Boy…He’s…He’s dead!” Her body went limp, and I had to support most of her body weight in a flash. 

My mind was racking. She had apparently had a terrible loss. Who was John Boy? Was it her brother, uncle, cousin, long time friend of the family? 

“Who’s John Boy sweetie?”

“He’s…*sniffle, sniffle*…He’s my dog.”

I responded with a quiet chuckle, which was received with a swat to my rib cage. 

“I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t laugh. I cried too when my dog died. Why don’t you tell me what happened, get it off your chest.”

So we sat down and she buried her head into the nook of my neck and shoulder, my arms draped around her body, holding her close and tight. She told me about all her good times with John Boy, and how they had to put him down after 19 years of a good healthy life. I felt her hot tears stream down my naked chest. I let her cry. After a few minutes I straitened her up and brushed away her tears. They hung on my fingers like morning dew, and I shook them to the floor. I told her I would make her some tea (tea seams to solve every problem in England) and bring her some tissues. 

When I returned, she silently sipped her tea, and loudly blew her nose. I asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” as I slid back down to her side. 

Craning her neck, she looked into my eyes, and I wiped another silent tear away. She spoke softly, yet intently, “Make love to me again. All I feel inside of me is cold, empty loss. I want to forget. I want to be filled with something warm, and purposeful. Please, make love to me.”

I had to swallow hard, and think fast. I pulled her close to me and gave her a peck on her moist lips. I was once more staring back into this beautiful face. This time needing me more than the last, yet…I had to tell her what was in my heart. “Sarah, only one thing on this planet would make me happier tonight, than to make love to you. My heart would break at passing the opportunity to return to your body, but I fear it would shatter if I ruined my chances with…with Lauren. I hope you understand.”

She returned her head to my chest and shed a few more tears, saying, “You don’t want me?”

I lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. They were the color of midnight again in the darkened room. I gently brushed away the few remaining tears. Speaking calmly and lovingly, I returned, “Any man would be a fool not to want you, but I fear my heart belongs to someone else. I’m truly sorry.”

As she looked into my eyes she could see the change I found in Scotland only days before. 

Sarah leaned on me once again, and there was a long period of silence. Finally, after what had seemed like a few hours, we started to speak again. She was now calmer, but she still clung to my body. I didn’t mind, she needed me at this moment. As the clock ticked on and on, it suddenly became late. She asked if she could stay the night. She didn’t want to be alone. I had no problem sharing my bed with this lovely woman. I wanted to protect her and watch her through the night. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my room.

I placed her into my bed, and went to the bathroom so she could have privacy to ready herself. I returned moments later, dropped my shorts and crawled into bed to be with her. I faced her and said good night. She reached out and pulled my head to her face and kissed me sweetly. My penis gave a twitch, but I ignored it. I flopped onto my side, as to not be tempted, and tried in vain to fall asleep. 

Some time later, I felt a rustling on the other side of my bed. Like a bolt of lightning, her had flashed to my skin. It was startling, yet exciting. She began to pull me closer into her body. ‘What’s this I feel? Oh, my, it’s her flesh!’ She had removed her top and now my unprotected back was melting into her bare breasts. My cock shot up in an instant as I felt her hand snake through the blanket to attach itself to my body through my underwear. My head was spinning, ‘I can’t make love to her.’ A groan escaped my lips as her hand found the tip of my expanding flesh. Sarah began to sway her body back and forth against mine. She pulled my elastic down to my taint, freeing my throbbing cock. She stroked it softly, yet intently. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. Without thinking, my head swimming in circles, my hand shot behind me and found the nudity of her fleshy wetness. She moaned, ‘Yes,’ as I stroked her delicate folds. 

As her stroking increased, my finger penetrated her tightness. I slipped with ease through her moisture, past her outer lips, and then stroking her entrance. My middle finger bobbed in place as my pointer searched for her pleasure button. She shivered and clenched upon connecting with her clitoris. Her quivering flesh melted upon my probing contact. Once again, England is not known for AC, and the room quickly filled with heat, moisture, and the smell and sounds of our sex. The thwapping of my flesh in her hands was only outdone by the spongy slickness of her beneath my fingers. 

Suddenly, my hand began to cramp. I new I would either have to flip over, or end this erotic dance of flesh. I quickly removed my fingers and her hands and tossed to face her. She squealed with delight as I probed her mouth with my tongue and applied both of my hands to her groin, one to return inside of her, and the other to trace her patch of down, and to prance around her lovely body. She returned to my body like it was a missing part of hers. Both of her hands flew to my crotch. One continued stroking me while the other twisted my balls delicately. 

We started a cadence that ebbed and flowed through the waning hours. Suddenly her stroking became erratic. Her walls clenched my hand, and I stopped forcing them in and out, yet began to wiggle them inside her. I have her body a focal point to attack her impending orgasm. Her breath became shallow and hard. I moved my other hand up to her breasts and stroked them both lovingly. I bend my head to her nipple and gently applied pressure with my lips. Sarah tensed and called my name. Her breathing mixed with her moans and her body writhed beneath my touch. Rocking hard against my silent fingers, she pulled me close and a silent scream escaped her open mouth as she came hard. She propped her upper leg high and made a tent of the sheet. She slammed repeatedly into my awaiting hand, and clenched and probed with her contracting walls. Her body was so hot to my touch. I was so happy I could pleasure this woman. 

As she came down from wave after wave of orgasm, she returned to me with renewed vigor. She knew her goal, and it was to rock my world. One hand reached to wipe the flow from her leg, only to smear it onto my waiting cock. I could feel her moisture, warm on my body. She stroked relentlessly. Her only want was for me to cum onto her warm, tight flesh. She attached herself to my face and parted my lips with her mouth. 

With such an attack, I could not last long. I felt my testicles move independently from my body. A hurricane was blowing from my groin. My body became rigid and Sarah moved in closer. She needed me on her skin, flesh to flesh. She wanted my cum to burn into her. She intently pulled upward with care and concentration. My time was at hand. I moaned her name loudly from my lips…”Saraaaaaah!” I thrust my hips sharply towards her body. I let go. Jet after jet of my cum splashed her body. It was trickling from her breasts and pooling in her belly. A few splashes landed above her pubis, and drizzled into her hair. I pulled her close to me, kissing her, and rubbing semen between our hot and tortured bodies. It was the second time today that my bed had seen my seed. 




Great Britain Ch. 03



After our long embrace, I looked back into her midnight eyes. Quickly I dropped my glance and softly spoke, “I’m sorry!”

“No need to apologize. That was amazing.”

“It was amazing, but it wasn’t right. My flesh may be weak, but my heart is strong. It knows whom I need to be with. I’m sorry!” I kissed her gently and moved to get a damp washcloth from the bathroom. 

“Mike,” she called.

“Yes?”

“I’m the one that should be apologizing. You told me your intentions, yet I kept pushing you. What kind of friend am I? I was selfish. I’m the one who is truly sorry.”

As I returned, I bend town and wiped my semen from her perky breasts and hot skin. I moved quickly and wordlessly. When I finished, I looked back to her face and said, “I’ll accept yours, if you accept mine.”

“Deal!” 

I hopped back into bed and hugged her closely. I told her she could stay for the rest of the night, and she liked the prospect of waking up to me again. As I drifted to sleep, I realized an odd, yet delicate, tender and endearing friendship was formed this night. Sarah went to school in Colorado, but we would continue to stay close.

I awoke the next morning ready to confront Lauren. As I walked Sarah to the door, I heard the busses pull up across the street. Sarah looked at me and said, “Now’s your chance.” I agreed, and returned to my bedroom to put on a shirt and hat. I all but fell down the stairs in my excitement. I just wanted to see her, and tell her everything…well, almost everything. Around the busses, there were many people swarming around looking for baggage and such, but no Lauren. I took off around campus looking for her. No luck. I decided to try her apartment complex. As I rounded the corner, there she was…only…was it her? She was standing, lip-to-lip with Beau. ‘What the FUCK!?!?!’ my mind screamed at me. The woman of my dreams was kissing someone else! My world was crashing. And with Beau!!!! Well, I could see why with him, he’s tall, muscular, handsome, blond haired, blue eyes, and rich. But he lives in Montana. I’m the guy she goes to school with, we were supposed to return to happy ever after. I was so dejected. I went back to my room and cried. I just wanted to stay in my room for the rest of the day and feel self-pity, though it seemed fitting, considering my past few nights. ‘This SUCKS!’

Later that evening, two delicate hands placed on my chest gently awoke me from my slumber. As I stirred, I heard a mousy, deep southern voice, gently cooing my name.

“Mike…Mike…wake up.”

“Wha’…Who???”

“Hey sleepy. What are you doing asleep so early?”

It was Lauren. “How did you get in here?” I asked.

“The door was slightly open. I figured you would be in if the door was open.”

“Why are you here?” I spat with the slightest bit of venom in my tone; which did not go unnoticed by Lauren.

Slightly stunned and put back, she stumbled over her words, “Well, I got you something in Paris, and well, I kind of missed you. I wanted to see you. Are you all right? Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know, did you?” I was not hiding my anger well.

“Mike, what has gotten into you?”

“Beau, that’s what’s gotten into me, or has he gotten into you as well?”

Lauren smacked me hard across the face and spat, “How dare you! You have no…I should…”

“Lauren…Lauren, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, I have no right. Truth is, I’m hurt by it.”

Still fuming, Lauren questioned, “Why would you be hurt by Beau?” 

As I rose from the bed, I said, “I saw you kissing him this afternoon. A lot has happened in the past few weeks, Hell, the past few days. And, well, I guess…when I saw you kissing him…I…I…I don’t know how to say it.”

“What?” she asked a bit more calmly.

“Well, I wanted…to be…”
“Just say it Mike.”

“I wanted to be the one kissing you. I wanted to hold your body close to mine, and press your lips to mine. I wanted to smell the Jasmine escape your hair as I ran my fingers through it. I wanted to kiss your neck and smell the scent of sunflowers, and taste your skin. I wanted to look into your green eyes and see my future. That’s how Beau hurt me. That’s how you hurt me. It was all taken away in an instant.”

“What about Sarah,” she quickly threw back at me. “How do you think I felt when I found out about Sarah.”

“Wha’, when, where, WHAT?”

“You and Sarah! In Ireland! How do you think I felt when I found out what you had done with her?”

“How did you find that out?”

“Well, not to give you a big head, but when you pleasure a woman like you obviously did Sarah, she’s bound to talk. And did she ever… in great detail! God, it sounded…so… hot. I’m almost ashamed to admit it, but I was jealous, and I had to…you know, I had to…‘take care of something’ after hearing about it. I saw the same thing you did slipping away from me as well. I was crushed.”

“I had no Idea you felt that way. I just recently realized my desire for you. Sarah and I were a while ago, and there was no emotional attachment. If I had known I could have spent that time with you instead, I would have given it up in a flash. I’m sorry Lauren.”

“Well, when Beau approached me in Paris, I couldn’t fight him off any more.”

“Did you…um…you know?” I sheepishly inquired.

“Fuck him?” Such vile words from her lips caused a cacophony in my head. “No. He tried, but he had to settle for some oral, and I let him get me off too…but I imagined it was you the whole time.”

“Funny you should say that.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you some other time. …It seems like we are in the same boat then. Lauren, I really like you, and I could see a great future for me in your eyes. Please, lets forget what has happened so far, and find a way forward. I want to make you happy, and spend my time on you, and with you.”

“I would like that.”

With that, she gently pushed me back onto the bed, and brought her lips lightly upon mine. She joined me, by facing away, laying on my bed. I brought my body up close to her and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel eternity. I felt like I would be lost without her in my grip. I gently brushed the hair from the back of her neck and kissed it sweetly, whispering into her ear, “I could stay here forever. Let’s take it easy and slow, and see where we can go from here.” She gently nodded her head in agreement. She softly drifted to sleep in my arms. I was too excited to sleep. I was in Heaven. I had Lauren in my arms, and all was right with the world.

The following weeks were amazing. What time we were not in class, we spent together. We were becoming a real couple. We would go out on the town and see London together. We spent time relaxing on Hampstead Heath. We went to museums and galleries together. We saw almost every Christopher Wren church in London. It was bliss. 

I really felt love. I felt happiness. And she was so amazing, and beautiful. There were times when she couldn’t wait to kiss me, and she would drag me behind the bushes. I felt like I was in grade school again. But, something loomed over us. Not what happened with her and Beau, we had forgotten all about that. And it wasn’t my experience in Ireland, nor Scotland…I got both of those off my chest. Well, it was that we were both healthy twenty something, red-blooded, Americans. We were hot for each other. But we had decided to take it slow, meaning no sexual contact. NONE! But we both knew that we wanted our first time to be in London. It was where we fell in love, and it was where we wanted to make our complete connection.

Our time overseas was quickly coming to an end. Two weeks before we left I started planning “The Perfect Date,” for the evening after our last final. The plan: Nice dinner, Theatre, and then a night of romance. I did consider what was on my previous list, and while some of it was nice, a lot of it would have to wait. 

Suddenly, finals were over, and our night was upon us. I prepared myself to specifications. I made sure my face was properly shaven. Then I did it again against the grain, making sure it was extra smooth. I took a long hot shower, making sure to wash thoroughly. Next, I shaved my testicles. (Now I know some of you may not like this, but most women I have been with would rather wrap their lips around my hairless balls, and lick my smooth taint, rather than have a mouth full of hair. Just like we would rather not floss while we visit them below!) So, I took time and care to have the closest and smoothest shave. After my shower I dressed in my favorite tailored suit. It was dark, and fit like a glove. I wore a white button down shirt, with no tie, and open at the neck to show a little bit of my chest. I fixed my hair, splashed on some cologne, and left to meet my angel. 

Now, I know I have told of Laurens beauty before, but when she opened her door…and I saw her…in her…Short…Black…Low-Cut…Dress…My eyes about popped out of my head. Lauren is 5’ 10” without shoes, but in her heels, she was looking me straight in the eye. She spun around to show off, and her dress clung to her as tightly as if she had just stepped out of the shower in it. The V-neck of her dress plunged to right below her breast line. How she kept them in was a marvel of physics. Her breasts stood from her chest proudly and firm. Then the torso of her dress clung flatly to her midriff. The ass looked like it had to be specially made to fit her. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Apparently I couldn’t talk or hear either, because she asked what I thought. I just stood there with my jaw somewhere around my navel, not hearing a word she said. When she asked again, I finally heard her, but the look on my face was enough of a response. I handed her a bouquet of flowers; daisies, and she put them in water before we left campus. 

I escorted Lauren down the street to the nicest Italian restaurant in the Finchley Road area. The price was pricey, but the food was great, and there was a jazz combo and a dance floor as well. It was really classy, and the way I felt, and for what was to come that evening, price was no object. We had some wine, and ate a nice meal. When our empty plates were bussed, the combo began to play a slow sexier version of “Let’s Get It On,” by Marvin Gay. I looked across the table to Lauren and asked for the pleasure. 

With a wide smile she said, “No,” and blushed.

I responded as I arose from my seat, “Come on, you look stunning, and it would be a shame for to not show off what you have on that dance floor.”

I extended my hand and she accepted. We strolled to the dance floor and took our positions. We took a close and romantic spin around the dance floor. As a drummer, I may not have all the moves, but I do have the rhythm. So we swayed back and forth and all around. About three-fourths way through the song, Lauren leaned in and brushed her cheek to my soft face, then trailed her lips around to my mouth. Our pace slowed on the dance floor. Her lovely body pressing into mine, forced an erection in my dress pants. The fingers of my right hand were intertwined with hers, while my left hand was glued to her well-sculpted ass. The music slowly died out, as all eyes were on us, but we didn’t notice. When we realized the music has stopped, I gently dipped Lauren, and the restaurant applauded. ‘This can’t be real,’ I suddenly thought.

Next, it was time for the theatre. To tell you the truth, I can’t remember what we saw. I’m sure I have the playbill around here somewhere, and I am sure it was a great show, but I couldn’t keep my mind, or eyes off of Lauren. Since it was the end of our trip, and I was out of money, the seats were not the greatest for watching the show, but we caused a show of our own. We sat in the next to last row in the balcony. Lauren had her legs crossed, and my hand was buried in her lap. I couldn’t help myself. I had to stroke her legs, and tickle my finger to the thin fabric of her panties. After intermission, Lauren told me to look into the tiny scrap of fabric she called a purse. There, just inside were her panties. They were black and lacy. Really, it was two pieces of string and a section of cloth the size of an eye patch, but I wasn’t complaining. And now that they were in her ‘purse,’ and not on her body… ‘Wachounow!’ This was the first time I was able to feel her glorious wetness. My fingers slid up and down, and spread her moisture all around her lips. And you wonder why I don’t remember what show I went to… You try concentrating while touching a girl like Lauren for the first time. 

When the show was over, I could hardly contain myself as we found our way home. Back on campus, I told Lauren to give me twenty minutes to set up. She asked what I had in mind, but I told her it was a surprise. 

Nineteen minutes, and forty three seconds later, Lauren knocked on my door. I approached with want in my heart. As I reached for the doorknob, time stood still. It felt like eternity swinging the door open to look at my princess. Lauren was dressed in baggy shorts, and a large sweatshirt. “…Not what I was expecting,” I said. But her face was still just as stunning as earlier, and her hair remained cascading over her shoulder. 

“Well, I didn’t want anyone to know what we had in mind. But more importantly, …It is what’s underneath that counts. Right?”

At this time, she finally realized that I was standing bare-chested at my door holding single rose. “Wow,” she said, “not quite what I expected from you either.” 

“I guess it is what’s underneath that counts,” I said while looking down at my pants. She giggled and smiled as she stepped in the doorway. I offer the single rose and tenderly escort her to the bedroom. I lightly placed my hand onto the small of her back, and open the door. 

Lauren almost starts to cry. My room is drenched in the smell of incense, and bathed in the glow of thirty-three lit candles; one for each day I have been with her. Placed in every imaginable spot were long stem roses. Sprinkled from the doorway to the bed were daisy petals. Strewn across the bed were petals of rose. As her eyes became dewy, I raised a hand to her face and said, “Lauren, I love you. I want tonight to be a special first time. Tonight, I want to make love to you on a bed of roses.”

Sobbing, Lauren reached up and grabbed my face and kissed me, her tears caressing my cheek. Her voice quaked as she almost inaudibly whispered, “I love you too.” Suddenly a smile caressed her lips. “I love you Mike.”

Stepping out of her shoes, my hand found the small of her back once again. Daisy petals stuck to our feet as I led her to the bed. Reaching the bed, she turned to me and beamed. “Remember when I said it is what’s underneath that’s important?” I nodded my head. Without another word, she removed her sweatshirt to reveal…nothing at all. A small groan escaped my lips as I saw her remarkable breasts for the first time. Their beauty is forever imprinted onto my retinas. They were smaller than they appear with clothing on. Not to say they were small, but they were smaller. But I was not disappointed. I suddenly realized that I was not making love to her breasts, or any other body part for that matter. I was making love with her mind, making love through her eyes, making love with the smell of her, which was now filling the room. For the first time ever, the sum was greater than the parts. ‘I love this woman!’

Cupping her breast, she turned to wiggle her ass at me. I was hypnotized by the shaking to and fro. Then, looping her fingers through the tops of her shorts, she gave a slight tug, and shook her shorts to the ground. Her tight ass was encased in sheer and lacy tangas. (If you don’t know what these are, I suggest you visit Fredric or Victoria QUICKLY!) As she continued to shake, I reached out to her. My fingers melted with hers in cupping her breasts. When her backside hit my front, she pushed into me and wiggled a little more, enticing another moan from my lips. 

Whispering in her ear, I said, “Sometimes reality is 100 times more sexy than fantasy.” 

She giggled and blushed at the compliment. 

Gradually and softly I pushed her back onto the bed, Rose petals now sticking to her supple flesh. Lying gently down next to her, I embraced her lips with my own, my tongue intruding past her teeth to mingle with hers. Now, it was her tern to moan. The gentle vibrations from her lips spurred me onward.

Grabbing a freshly budded rose from the edge of the bed, I began lightly tracing the outline of her face. Then, everywhere the rose bud caressed, my lips eagerly followed. I first started with the lips, tracing the lower than the upper. The color of the rose blending into the rich red of her mouth and lips. Gently brushing her cheek, I softly dance the flower down her neck, and across her shoulders, and back to her breastplate, only to return to her lips. I spend a few moments back at her kiss, fearing death without their immediate embrace. 

Next, I fluidly traced my way down her chin and neck, leading straight to her intoxicating breasts, my lips following closely and intently behind. Circling the base of her right breast counter-clock wise, I stroke and lick my way around and up to the nipple, only to trail off mere centimeters from her own lovely red buds. I gently blow across her nipple, and pat it lightly with the rose. This sends shivers racing across her body, and goose bumps through her aroused flesh. 

Moving up and down her right arm, I tickle each and every finger with my kisses. Progressing to her left breast, I perform the exact procedure diligently, repeating the process on her left arm. Returning to her nipples, I stoke one with the flower while suckling the other into my burning mouth. Quickly I remove my mouth and blow across her slippery nipple. The stimulation of warm mixed with cool wind, brings forth a gasp from within.

Burying my face in the valley of her cleavage, I trek downward. The taught skin of her torso is heaving rapidly as I progress. I trace left and right, up and down, covering her mid-section with my glistening kisses. Proceeding further, I begin to smell her sex, sweetly calling my nostrils. Moving my body further down, I playfully pat her crotch with the rose. As it tips her clitoris, short bursts of air escape her, and deep breathing rise from her body, and she bucks her hips to greet the soft crown of the flower. Wanting to tease her even more, I trace the joining of her legs to her crotch, and then trace up the middle of her underwear, slightly pressing the tip of the flower into her body. Writhing beneath me, she starts pulling my head to her growing wetness. I see a slight spot growing on the front of her sheer panties. I know she’s ready, but I’m not yet done. 

Moving the rose back to her torso, my face stays less than an inch from her covered slit. As I tickle her body, I breathe heavily into her crotch. Now bouncing beneath me, Laurens straining voice says, “Stop toying around, and bury your face in me NOW!” 

I start to lick the thin fabric that barely covers her flesh. I lick around the edges, and across the center. I lift the hem with my fingers and taste the flesh surrounding her lips. Nearly pulling my hair out, Lauren forces me back to her center. I decide it is time to release her from her anguish. 

Teasingly, I pull her panties down her long slender legs. When I return, the full brunt of her exhilarating fragrance wafts to my nose. I breathe in and out slowly, taking it all in. At first, I lightly stroke her slit with the rose, and tickle her pubis with the crown. Stopping my play, I drop the rose and I tenderly place my lips into the trim of her mound. I kiss her nakedness with lovingly pecks. Her flesh is extraordinarily hot. I can’t resist anymore; I have to taste her. Rolling my tongue to a tip, I dip it at the end of her slit, and trace my way to her throbbing clitoris. Her taste is exquisite, pungent, hot and sweet. I need more! I move my mouth up and down, taking every last drop on my lips. 




Great Britain Ch. 03



I place my fingers at her opening, replacing my tongue, as my other hand separates her folds, so I can dive for her clitoris. Her body quivers as I gently suck her into my mouth. Small, beautiful moans fill the room, with every stroke of my finger. 

Not being able to hold back, I insert my fingers into her waiting moisture. Effortlessly they slip past her outer lips, and then her inner. I start to stroke back and forth into her smoldering cunt, but almost instantly she quakes and clenches my hand. Her legs toss over my shoulders, and Lauren buries my head into her crotch with her hands. She loudly calls my name, and pants for me not to quit… “I’m sooooo CUUUMMMINNNNGG….AAAAAHHHHAHGGGHHHH! Don’t. Stop, EVER!!!!” 

‘I couldn’t if I wanted to babe!’

It takes her a few more minutes to come down, and realize I have continued to stroke her. Suddenly she becomes very sensitive, brushing my hand away, and dragging me to her face. She gently cleared my face of her fluid with her tongue. 

‘Kinky,’ I thought. 

Then she moaned, “Mmmmm. That was too good. What were we waiting for? We should have been doing this for months!” With an evil grin, she flipped me over and said, “My turn.”

Grabbing another rose, she tried to re-create my performance. Unfortunately she is not as good at seduction as I am. Fortunately, I’m a guy, and I don’t need much to be ready. Plus, I was loaded up on Viagra. ‘…Oops, I didn’t tell her about that. Well, I guess she’ll have to visualize me a super stud. Oh darn!’

Lauren quickly traced around my face and chest, giving little attention to my nipples and long torso. When she got to my belt, she quickly undid my pants and flung them off my body. Then she hurriedly pulled my boxer-briefs to my feet. Taking the rose back into her hand, she lightly drew around my testicles, which in turn rolled uncontrollably round my sack. Then she traced up my shaft, and started my rule of everywhere the rose goes, her tongue followed. 

Quickly giving into her lust, she threw the flower to my side, and pounced on my cock. She slipped it past the sweet redness of her lips, deep into her hungry mouth. ‘Oooh, the warmth.’ Popping me from her lips, she stroked up and down the side, nibbling lightly here and there. Then she returned to the tip and placed my seven inches half way into her mouth, and sucked hard. I gasped sharply. I was taken off guard. Then she dropped her nose to the thin patch of hair around the base of my penis. She took me all the way in. I could feel her cheeks puffing out as her tongue snaked around and around my shaft, then attaching itself to my head and swirling round and round. Lauren withdrew me from the furnace of her mouth, and stoked her saliva up and down my shaft as she looked into my face and asked, “How’s that?” My eyes rolled back into my head for a response. She feverishly placed my head back between her lips and sucked her way back down. 

I had to stop, I needed to be inside of her, and fast. When I pulled her off of my cock, Lauren looked like a child that had just lost its favorite toy. But when I pulled her up and grabbed for a condom, her face turned back to pleasure mode. She removed the foil wrapper from my fingers and opened it up herself. I was shocked when she popped the rubber into her mouth like candy. Then she leaned her head back to my groin, and I entered her mouth once again, slowly and methodically. When she raised her head, my penis was wrapped in a gleaming sheath. 

“How did you do that?” I inquired.

“I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” she giggled.

‘That was hot!’ I thought as I flipped her onto her back. As I hovered over her body, I reached down and slicked up her clit with the fluid flowing from her body. I rubbed it all through her sparse patch of hair. Then I lowered the head of my covered penis to its target area. I pointed it at her clit and swirled round and round. This quickened her breathing, and started her begging me. She was so cute, whimpering, “Please, Pleeeeease!” How could I resist. 

Looking hungrily into her eyes, I plunged deep into her waiting body. Her arms shot around my back, and pulled me hard onto her, her bouncy breasts stopping me like a buffer. Lauren whispered to me, “Don’t move, I want to keep this moment.” I was happy to oblige. I had no place to go, and the feeling of her stroking me without moving was priceless. 

Soon, she began to thrust, alerting me to her readiness. I propped myself up and slowly started to match her thrusting. The feeling was exquisite. Words escaped me, all I could see were colors bursting in my mind, and warmth flooding my body. I bent down and lightly blew a few rose petals from her breasts as I drove back deep inside of her steaming pussy. My mouth attached to her lips, and held on for dear life. Our bodies slammed into each other over and over again. Her walls started to stoke me, and push me out on every in-stroke. My face dropped back to her breast, and I started to suck once more on the light brown nipples that tipped her. I was in sensory overload. I had the smell of our smoldering sex, filling the air. Her eyes were burning deep into mine. Our skin was melting from the heat pouring from our bodies. I could taste her sweat on her heaving breasts. 

My dick was tortuously close to exploding, when her mouth opened up once again stated a long deep moan that grew louder and louder with each shove of my body into hers. She was going over the edge again, and she was taking me with her. I had to spend this first climax looking deep into her eyes. I had to see her hunger. I had to see her want. I had to see the love she had for me. 

Within three more thrusts, I saw what I was looking for. Tears began to form at her eyes as she wept with joy at our joining experience. I was so happy. I buried my head into her neck and lost control. I shot torrents of my seed into her hungry body. Panting hard, I continued to thrust into her until she too slowed her climax. 

I slowly removed myself from her quivering and heaving vagina. Her body was holding me so tightly that she released me with a pop. After removing the condom, I slid next to her. My hands began to encircle her body. I stroked her from head to toe, whispering, “I love you, I love you,” over and over again. My hands reached behind her head, cradling it softly and held her to my lips as my mouth enveloped her tongue. 

After a few minutes, her vitals returned to normal, and I reached for another condom. “Are you ready?” I asked.

“Already?”

“What can I say, this must be my lucky night,” I said with a wink.

After shielding myself in another condom, I was ready to continue. This time, she squatted over top of me, and grabbed hold of my swollen penis. Aiming it at the center of her, she dropped fully onto me. We both gasped with pleasure. She was the best lover I have ever had. 

Lauren gently rocked forward and backward, working on her own orgasm. She was using me like a sex toy. I just sat there and enjoyed the ride. I reached up and fondled her buoyant tits, and then traced down her sweat slick sides, placing my hands on her rocking hips. She was so tight, yet so deep. I felt like I could plunge away into her, and never bottom out. I moved one hand to her clit to help with her building excitement. My touch seemed to send an electric charge from her pelvis to her head as she jerked quickly and said, “Don’t stop!” I gently increased my pace. As she rocked back and forth, she pulled me in with every stroke. I know it sounds cliché, but it really felt like her pussy was pulling me into it. As my pace quickened, her strokes got shorter, as did her breathing. I knew she was in for another climax. Moments before she started, I gently raised my hips to meet her, and she stopped stroking, leaned forward and started grinding her pelvis into mine. I barely got my hand out in time. She was grinding so hard my pubis began to throb. But, when she flooded over the edge, I forgot all about my ache. Her climax forcefully massaged my cock as her fluids dribbled out onto my testicles. As she came down, she gently rubbed the connection of out two bodies, then fell to my face and said simply, “Wow.” 

Still inside her, I began to pump my hips. She asked, “Did you go?” 

“Nope.”

“Are you trying to kill me?” She shot back.

“No, I just want to make these moments last forever.”

She kissed me again, and then turned around on my gently thrusting crotch. Once in position, facing away from me, she slowly lowered her body flat onto the bed. Then moving toward my feet, ever so slightly, she arched her back, forcing her heart shaped ass into the air. I couldn’t help but place my hands on both sides, and thrust her downward. She cooed with excitement. But, facing away from me she started to buck her hips like a man lying on top of a woman. I found this odd, but I went along with it. Squeezing her thighs together, she pulled my cock just a bit further down and into the upper side of her inner walls. It finally hit me what she was doing, as soon as I hit her. This position affords her to probe the soft spongy tissue underneath her pubic bone. She was going for a deep, hard, climax. She loved our sex, but she was going to wear us both out with this one. 

While she was driving hard against my body, I slid a finger down to our connecting point and got it slick with our combined moisture. Then tracing the back of her slit, I began to circle her back hole. Now, I couldn’t dive in there, I don’t work that way, and most women I know don’t either, but I do know how sensitive that flesh is, and a lubricated massage is usually welcomed. And with Lauren, I was not disappointed. With her pounding away on top of me…Hell, she was down right fucking me; I probed around the darker skin of her backside. She told me, “Don’t stop you dirty boy,” as I traced circles around her. 

I don’t know if it was the deep thrusting I was receiving from Lauren, or the naughtiness of my current actions, but I was getting close. I could tell by Laurens grunting that she was working on a whopper of her own. I started lightly smacking Laurens ass as she bound up and down. Instead of moving straight up and down, she began to make an oval motion; first pulling me forward into her g-spot, then pushing back with her ass, and finally down firmly onto my clenching body. Each motion forced a grunt and a groan from both of us. 

I told her, “I can’t hold out much longer.”

“Just a few…more…Hold ooonnnn,” she pleaded. 

I did my best, and believe it or not, I didn’t orgasm until the walls of her fiery cunt clamped down on me like a vice. I have heard of tight before, but this was almost too much. It hurt a little, but it was the best pain I have ever felt. For fear I would ruin her orgasm, I tried to stay still while her body clenched and convulsed as a torrid orgasm made her body seize tight. After a few moments of her hot writhing though, resistance was futile. My body too clenched as my chest bolted up toward her bouncing ass. My groan stretched into a forceful “AAAAHHHHHHH, Ohhhhhh GOOOODDDDD!” as shot after shot emptied from my testicles. The condom filled and it felt like every warm liquid from my body poured from the tip of my penis. The quaking of my cock head, continued to smack into Laurens front wall, causing more tremors to overcome her body. Her pulsations forced my semen out of the condom onto my emptied testicles. 

Shortly after, we both collapsed in our current position, almost passing out. After a few minutes, I raised my body a bit, and started pulling on her hips for her to straddle back towards me. Still hard, I did not pop out from her movement. As she stretched upward, her bum began to press into my stomach. She reached for the sky, and I traced down her sides, sending shivers across her warm flesh. Then with hungry hands, I pressed my palms into her waiting breasts, massaging them firmly. 

After stretching, she brought her arms around mine, and said, “Thank you.” 

I said, “No, Thank you.”

Once again, remaining inside of her, we tenderly rolled onto our sides. Stroking her flesh once more, I nuzzled my face into the back of her head, and breathed deep the smell of her hair. Then I softly moved to nibble her neck and whisper sweetly into her ear, thanking her, and loving her. 

I began to lightly pump my hips one more time, to which she told me to, “STOP THAT!!!!!” 

I told her, “With you, I can’t help myself.”

Finally, and reluctantly, I pulled out of that body that only God could have sculpted. Later, she told me that she felt empty without me in her. Even for the few moments it took me to clean up, she said she missed my body and my touch. 

Upon returning from my clean up, she was rolled up to one side of the bed. I quietly spooned into position behind her, my still hard penis pressing at her lower back, and wrapped my arms around her. She backed into my body, wiggling her ass against me and started, what sounded like purring. I was in Heaven. I thanked God over and over again until I passed into sleep. 

I woke up the next morning to two humming lips surrounding my penis. She wanted to start up where we left off, and I was more than willing. We made love for most of the morning, and for most of the afternoon as well. In fact, we didn’t see much of London for the remaining few days of our trip, but we made many memories in my bed. 

Upon returning to the United States, I would love to say we have been happy ever after. I would love to say that, but like I told her, there would be hard times, but God willing they would be outshined by the good times. We have our arguments, but thankfully they lead to make-up sex. But mostly, we are a happy young couple. Currently I am saving everything I can to buy a ring. I am, and have never been so blessed.

And just incase you were wondering…that shower curtain and baby oil idea…It truly is as hot as it sounded… I love this woman!