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Hot Sex in Madrid

By: LouisaLove



You can't change past events, but you can change your perspective of them. I am a passionate, adventurous woman, characteristics which have led me into some hot sticky situations, some good, and some bad. I used to look back on some of my not so savoury adventures and feel embarrassed, even ashamed. However with the dimension of time to focus my perspective, I now look back and see how the choices I made have created who I am today.

I have found that some people do not wish to acknowledge, let alone know any details about your history. My husband Jeff is not one of those blinkered people. He revels in who I am now, and likes to hear stories of my past escapades. He says it helps him to get to know me better, and besides, it turns him on incredibly. There is definitely something of the voyeur in Jeff, and I enjoy performing for him, in many different ways. Last Sunday morning as the rain lashed against the windows, we lay comfortably in bed and I told him this 'bedtime story', of once upon a time in a faraway land...

I was 20 years old, au-pairing in Madrid for a year. The vibrancy, heat and passion of Spain had lured me to its shores as soon as I had finished my nurse training. While other class mates had taken jobs straight away, I needed to escape the rigid routines and explore life.

There is a blatant sexuality that encompasses Spanish men, something almost animalistic in their assumption that it is expected that they strut and preen, hunt and lure naïve prey into their lairs. And at the tender age of 20, I was still very naïve, a late developer let's say.

Juan had pounced the first time I visited 'La Guitarra' bar in Old Madrid. He laced me with Sangria, sweet talked me in his deep broken English, and won me with his fingers flying over the battered frets of the guitar, the raw power, passion and rhythm of the gypsy Flamenco bringing something alive in me.

Over the next few weeks, we met casually in the meson at the back of the Plaza Major. Nothing was ever planned, but each time I arrived unannounced, he would make room for me to sit nearby while he played. I felt proud and privileged, a witness to the uncensored spontaneous cacophony of guitars, hands, feet and the harsh wailing of the singers, producing a rich beauty, which stirred me beyond words. A pattern to these evenings formed. After a few hours of music and Sangria, he would turn his smoky eyes to me and with a barely decipherable nod, he would pack his guitar, and we would leave to shouts and back slapping from the other players.

He lived nearby, and it wasn't long before we were alone in that dimly lit little apartment, street sounds and smells wafting in through the open windows, hoping to catch a breeze in the hot sticky night.

The passion of the music still pulsed through our bodies, and he would take me rough and deep, his thick dark body moving hard and rhythmic and fast. His male dominance overwhelmed me at times, but bit by bit it tore away my previous naïve toying with making love, and revealed my own passion and power as a hot blooded woman. Through those summer nights I revelled in discovering the power which a woman holds over a man, and also the pleasure a woman can have, succumbing to the power of her lover.

Juan and I were both happy to enjoy these nights together, and didn't want nor attempt to make any more of the relationship. Through the days we went our own separate ways, and when we met, we gave ourselves entirely to the other. I was surprised therefore when one day he phoned me to ask if I would like to come out with a few of his friends to a concert. I had met his friend Paco in La Guitarra a few times, and he was bringing an English girlfriend.

We met in a big popular bar in the centre of town. The place was packed, making conversation impossible. We met Paco and Anne, shouted a few pleasantries at each other then gave ourselves up to the music which was hammering from the stage. It wasn't really up to much; more volume than anything else, so I wasn't disappointed when Juan gestured "Let's get out of here!" We all stumbled out onto the street, ears buzzing, and made our way to a small bar down the road.

Anne and I chatted away, quite a relief for me as I hadn't spoken to anyone in English for a while. She was lively and attractive in a boyish sort of way; slim and lithe with cropped blonde hair, quite the opposite from my rather curvaceous figure and long chestnut hair. We all shared a 'jarra' of sangria, our girlie chatter getting louder and more animated as the sangria seeped in, and the guys seemed content to watch us giggling away.

Around midnight, fairly early in Spanish terms, Juan suggested we head back to his place, he had a smouldering look about him, one that I had come to recognise as nothing less than blatant lust. This acted as a trigger for me; I was suddenly very aroused and desperate to be immersed in his rough sexuality. I realised I had spent the entire evening focusing on Anne and had barely acknowledged him. I leaned over and kissed him with a flush of passion which he had suddenly stirred in me, and I could feel from his hungry response that he was just as ready for me.

This open display of sexuality is actually quite unusual in Madrid. Flirtation is expected but passion is usually reserved for behind closed doors; men don't like to expose their underbelly. The kiss changed the timbre of the evening, all four of us were now aware of a sexual electricity humming in the air. The chatter faded and we drifted in pairs down the busy, dark streets towards Juan's apartment.

The rooms seemed smaller, the heat more intense, the coarse music swamped by the macho banter as Juan and Paco set up some drinks and smokes while Anne and I slipped back into chatter. I was aware of a distinct frisson, I couldn't work out what was going on, but reading fleeting glances shooting across the room I anticipated something happening. In a whisper we were seamlessly transported to the bedroom, Juan laying me on the bed and undressing me, while Paco stood by the door, his body pressed closely to Anne's, his eyes intent on our every movement.

Initially I felt awkward, then suddenly within a breath all inhibitions fell away, replaced by an appetite to taste all that Juan had to offer. Knowing that we were being watched accentuated my hunger. Juan's hands grabbed at my body, I arched and flowed in response, my juices pulsing between the engorged lips of my pussy. I became aware of Paco and now Anne, watching us ever more intently, fascinated and overtly lustful. I felt powerful and inspired, an actress playing to her audience. Taking the lead role I thrust Juan onto his back. Then like a lioness approaching her prey, crawled slowly on all fours towards his thick erect cock. This slow procession gave the other two full view of my glistening pussy nestling between my gyrating buttocks, and from the heavy breathing and rustling of clothes being thrown off I knew I had them drawn into the show.

There is only one way to describe my feelings about the erect penis and fellatio; I adore it. Juan knew this from sweet experience. He lay on the bed almost quivering in anticipation as I moistened my lips and dripped spittle onto his tip. As it snaked its way down his shaft my tongue caught the trail and lapped all the way up to that matrix of sensitive cock tissue joining the shaft to the head. Flicking and kissing, I teased my way all around the throbbing glans while my hand gently encompassed the rod of this shaft. One gentle squeeze and my spit was sweetened by the first drop of pre-cum oozing from his frustrated member. He thrust his hips upwards giving a guttural groan, demanding more. Unable to resist any longer, I took the slippery head between my firm lips and rolled the entire length of his huge cock into my willing mouth, gagging as it filled my throat. He immediately started fucking my oral orifice hard and fast, but I took control again and withdrew from his ramrod cock and took both his balls in my mouth, licking and encircling the globes, eliciting further groans. If intent on pleasuring a man, in my experience, this is the only thing that can be considered more pleasurable at this point, other than allowing him to shoot his load down your throat.

Usually I was oblivious to everything else when giving head, but this time I had become aware that Paco and Anne had joined us on the bed. As I sucked on Juan's cojones, I was able to watch their heated kissing, his hand deep in her cunt and her hand rubbing his taught erection. Paco laid her fine body across the bed as if laying out a map to explore. Firm dark nipples the size of thimbles stuck out from small pearlescent mounds, he cupped these and sucked greedily. Her body was so different from mine, I was accustomed to my full round breasts, but her small, pointed tits were equally sexual and inviting. Anne caught me looking and smiled in a slightly distracted manner as she arched her back up and in one flowing movement brought her pubis up towards Paco's face. With all the enthusiasm of a boy let loose in a sweetie shop, he buried his head between her slender thighs and licked her wet slit like a lollipop.

I had apparently become distracted by my voyeurism, and had neglected my highly aroused partner. Juan was more like a bull in a china shop, and determined now to get what he was after. He motioned me up and turned me round on all fours, facing towards Anne's delightful spread. I felt his hairy stomach against my buttocks as he roughly parted my legs and plunged into my sopping deep cunt. 'Ayee, que conyo tienes!' he gasped through gritted teeth. He often muttered this while we were fucking, it took me a while to understand it, as I had never come across it in my Spanish text book at school. A rough translation could be 'Oh what a glorious cunt you have!'

I have frequently heard the same comment in various languages, positions and volumes throughout my sex life. I can only assume that I do indeed have an especially deep, wet and welcoming vagina, crowned by an apparently luscious, pink, slippery oyster like pussy and huge erect clit once roused. 

Alongside, Paco and Anne were riding each other like bucking broncos, his long prick visible between lunges. The heat grew as the rhythms intensified, and just as I was about to explode, Juan withdrew from me and moved over to Paco. 

In an instant it was clear to me that this was their intention all along, and with that fleeting thought I accepted Paco into my arms, while Juan mounted Anne. 

I was overcome by the difference in their bodies, especially how different Paco's cock felt as it slid slowly at first, into my screaming cunt. To be candid, I have always fantasised about having multiple lovers, preferably rough and unforgiving as they pummel me, an endless variety of cocks, one after the other slipping in and out of each other's cum as it dribbles from my engorged hole.

I was so close to cumming as it was, and this new sensation, so close to my fantasy, tipped me right over the edge, making me writhe and scream as my body flew into an inter-stellar orgasm. Paco was thrown into an animalistic ecstasy with the intensity of my explosion and suddenly pulsed five, six shots of cum deep into me, shuddering at the last. 

In his inimitable style, Juan seemed to want to demonstrate his dominance, and as he finally came, he shot his cum over Anne's belly and tits, so we could all see. All four of us flopped back onto the rumpled bed, Anne and I sandwiched in the middle with sweaty flanks on both sides. As we started to doze, it occurred to me that I had not seen Anne cumming. Concerned that she was ok with the night's adventures, I lifted my hand against her chest to see if she was still awake. My fingers brushed her delicate mound, then felt her erectile tissue harden and the nipple spring to life, a soft moan escaping her sleepy shadow...

Hot Sex in Madrid Ch. 02



Before going any further, I recommend you read 'Hot Sex in Madrid' if you have not already, before reading this sequel. It sets the scene for what happened next.

After telling you all the florid details of the raucous sex that took place on that searing hot night in Madrid, it seemed inappropriate to then go on to describe what happened between Anne and myself afterwards. What happened between us was so utterly different from the torrid, animalistic fucking of the earlier part of the night. My experience with Ann was so intimate and personal. I was hesitant to divulge the details of that particular episode.

However, several of you have now asked me to continue recounting the event s of that memorable night of explorative sex, and I have decided to share the story of this totally unexpected turn of events with you. I cannot understand why I am so, almost bashful about telling this tale, but perhaps in the telling it will become clearer to me and perhaps to you too. 

*

Anne's soft moan and the feeling of her responsive nipple springing to life, was totally unexpected. I froze, staring up towards the dimly lit ceiling. The sounds of the city drifted languidly through the open window, the heat carrying scents and sounds as it settled on our damp bodies. To be honest I was confused, was she actually reacting to me, or was Juan touching her from the other side?

Suddenly wide awake and senses alert, I felt a slight pressure as her hand tapped gently on my right thigh. Her head turned towards me and as if drawn by a magnet, my head turned to face her. My expression must have been amusing because her face suddenly crumpled into a grin and a long finger came up to "sush" her lips. She rolled her eyes towards the slumbering silhouette of Juan beside her and again pressed her finger to her mouth and gave a quick conspiratorial wink. All of a sudden we were allies, linked not by the shared events of the evening, but by a swift silent pact to keep this between ourselves, whatever 'this' was. 

As we lay looking at each other in silence, she lifted her finger from her lips with a tiny pursing movement, amounting to a kiss. Her gaze drifted down to my breasts, and very slowly brought that glistening fingertip towards my large brown areola. It seemed to take an age, and in that tiny moment I realised that I was longing for her touch, my own nipples now hugely erect and straining for contact. I couldn't help gasping as her finger encircled first one nipple then the other. I was acutely aware of Juan and Paco on either side of us, but my very essence was now focused on that gentle straying hand and longing for more. Instinctively sensing my need she spread her hand wide and smoothed it around the whole orb of my heavy breast, taking its weight and squeezing gently. I was transported by the flood of excitement which that soft touch stimulated. Not the grabbing, pawing of Juan's rough hands, but the lightness of her pressure relaxed and excited me at the same time. My body wanted to turn towards her, I was fascinated and desperate to see how it felt to lick and kiss her soft mouth. I was incredulous that I could be feeling so completely turned on by the soft touch of a woman, my curiosity burned almost as much as my newly inflamed pussy. My imagination flew into what else I could explore with my own ravenous mouth, and I was lost.

At that very moment Paco gave a snort and turned to face outwards. I seized the opportunity and motioned her to get up slowly with me. We edged to the bottom of the bed and stifling a giggle, crept out of the bedroom and through to the stuffy living room. The heavy smell of Juan's strong 'Gitana' cigarettes lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of his presence next door.

I inched the creaky door shut, sighing with relief to feel we were in a space where we could be ourselves. The rough machismo of the Spanish men suddenly felt oppressive and somehow sordid. I longed for her soft light touch, and as we stood looking at each other's nakedness, sensing a complicit understanding borne of two people coming from the same origin. I relaxed and gazed unashamedly at her beautiful body. Although I have always enjoyed the female form, this appraisal was something entirely new for me, and I suspected for her too. I feasted my eyes on her long lean limbs, so shapely and light. Her small firm breasts stood proudly displaying those succulent cherries, floating up and down with each deep breath.

As she moved towards me I noticed the gentle sway of slim hips, pivoting around a gold triangle of soft pubic hair. For a fleeting moment I felt self conscious as she reached her arms out and glided her hands over my hips and round to my bottom. As our bodies came closer together, our breasts were the first point of contact. Both of us shuddered at the touch and I pressed her into my softness, my large tits squashing against her smooth skin. Our mouths found each other and kissed. The softness astounded me. Lips and tongues explored and caressed, passionate but with a sensitivity which I had never experienced before. I was ravenous for more of these sensations.

I led her over to the couch and laid her down, a cushion under her head and her long legs spread languorously along the length of the rough red seat. I wanted to be all over her body at once, but we were so silent and connected that it seemed inappropriate to rush. I realised that not one word had been spoken, despite the irony that we finally had someone who spoke the same language to communicate with. The channels of communication were wide open and flowing freely without the need for words. My pussy was also flowing freely, lubricating my jutting clitoris, and clamouring for attention. 

I slowly stroked her sweet tits and finally drew her buds into my mouth, thrilling over how deliciously soft and smooth her skin was. Her body flowed and moved, her hands sliding through my tousled hair and over my shoulders as I bent down to suck her breast. Her movements became more urgent and I knew what she needed now. My hand smoothed along the long line of her waist and slipped between her firm thighs. My fingers found glorious wet lips, her whole pussy soft, hot and creamy slick. Knowing how wonderful it feels to have your cunt lapped by an eager lover, I could barely wait to taste her juice and bury myself in that downy pelt.

I shifted her hips round to enable her legs to spread over my shoulders. Taking her tight butt cheeks in my hands, I raised her up, exposing her glistening cunt for me to explore. I nibbled at her labia, my whole mouth and chin smearing in her flowing juices. She tasted vaguely of almonds as well as an oyster flavour which I recognised from my own juices, a sweet musky smell. My tongue lapped and ran around the contours of her cunt lips. It felt like licking soft ice cream, delving into silky folds. I then slid upwards to find an incredible shaft of clit. I could feel its base about 2cm from the tip. My tongue eased along its length and finally sucked gently on the engorged head. Anne couldn't help letting out a stifled groan as I sucked and kissed her. I was amazed just how similar to sucking a cock this was, but the main delight was yet to come. 

I knew from my own experience that I couldn't bear my clit to be left at this point, so I lubricated my thumb with her juice and massaged her knob while my rigid tongue poked hungrily into her tight vagina. It was such an incredible sensation for me to be filling the hole, instead of being filled by cock. I rode my tongue in and out fucking her as if with a miniature penis. She had become frantic and was writhing about, the cushion now over her mouth trying to drown the gasps and groans escaping from her. Intent on taking her over the edge I withdrew my tongue. I pushed two fingers up her and continued fucking her cunt while I flicked at her clit with my remorseless tongue until she went completely rigid, her legs clasped round my head. I could hear a long low muffled cry from beneath the cushion as I felt her pussy convulsing and streams of slippery creamy cum flowed around my fingers and over my face. 

Her body gradually relaxed and she drew my head to rest on her taut belly. Her hands stroked my hair and I heard a whispered "Oh my God." 

"Hmmm..." I responded, not quite ready for words yet. I glowed in the richness of tenderness and passion. I felt magnanimous and complete, but there was also a note of disbelief running through my mind. How had all of this happened?

As I lay basking in the glow, she gently moved my head aside and stood up. The street light gave her an alabaster glow as she spread a throw on the rather suspect floor. We lay down together, her head resting on my chest. Now that we had the liberty and luxury of time, she started to explore me. 

There are rare occasions whilst having sex with a man, when the love making is long, slow and tender. There is usually the very obvious point of focus, namely penetration and copulation, driving the proceedings. As Anne caressed, teased and soothed the generous curves of thighs, belly, hips and breasts there was no urgency, no need to move on to do anything but enjoy the sensations.

After a while we both drifted off to sleep, only to be woken an hour or so later by a cool draft coming from heavy rain fall outside. There were no other covers available, so we 'spooned' together to warm each other. Her hands once again roved over the swell of my hips and slid down between my thighs. My genitals pulsed as her thin fingers found my ruby button and toyed with it exquisitely. My buttocks pressed into her groin as she fondled the hot wet folds of my swelling cunt. Groaning, I turned on to my back, hungry for her mouth. Firmly she pressed my thighs apart and slid down to press her lips into my cavernous cunt. Her tongue was incredibly soft as she lapped up my cream. I arched up my hips to thrust my clit into her mouth. 

She played me as if I was a musical instrument, she ran up and down my frets, playing two, three chords together with lithe fingers, lips and tongue; she was masterful. I had never known such delightful felatio. Slowly she slid a long finger towards my arse and circled round before slipping the length softly deep inside. The sensations of her tongue rubbing my engorged knob, one finger sliding into my cunt and the final digit fucking my arse sent me toppling over the edge into a wild orgasm making me feel as if I actually left my body and shot out into the thunderous night.

I had imagined that sexual satisfaction could not be achieved without the ultimate action of cock in cunt. There I lay, so sated that I couldn't move, the sweet instrument of my rapture now stroking my belly and purring in complete fulfilment. I felt as though I had been blind. My god, a whole new realm opened up and I thrilled at the discovery of endless exciting possibilities. 

We lay replete, as the rain eased and the room gradually lightened with the impending dawn. Words came quietly between us, little threads of normal communication, whispered thoughts. Sleep overtook us eventually and we slept intertwined until a very surprised Juan lumbered noisily into the room to make the morning coffee. 

He told me later, that he was incredibly frustrated that he had been just through the wall and had missed 'the action'. I say he missed the point. It had been our secret, not a show for the boys. However, I reasoned, now that I had opened Pandora's Box it might be fun to have them squirm as they watched, but that as they say, is a different story.