1 comments/ 21935 views/ 2 favorites Mykonos Vacation Pt. 01 By: twowords Jane rolled over on to her side and sighed restlessly. God it was hot! Even at two in the morning it was almost stifling in her hotel room. She had been trying to sleep since just after 11pm and hadn't yet managed a wink. With this the last night of her vacation and the prospect of a long, tedious flight back to London tomorrow afternoon -- no, this afternoon, she suddenly realised -- she desperately needed sleep. Of course, it didn't help she was almost terminally horny too. She had treated herself to a couple of weeks on Mykonos as a reward for having finally broken up with that prick Jason. Booked at the last minute and without any real planning or preparation, she had spent much of the flight over drinking gin and tonic and fantasising about the wild, rampant and uninhibited vacation sex she was going to indulge in. Sand, sea, sun and an ocean of cock had been the plan. Sadly, it hadn't quite worked out that way. She sat up in bed and hugged her knees. The real problem was she had grown up, she decided. Mykonos reeked of sex, but it was all a bit teenage and juvenile, she had quickly found out. Pushing 30 and with a string of fun but ultimately unproductive relationships behind her, she had discovered, somewhat to her chagrin, that she needed a bit more engagement than a just pretty face and a lame pickup line before deciding to entertain a new cock. She grinned wryly. "I'll be the old maid my school friends taunted me with yet," she thought. Reaching a sudden decision, she got out of bed and struggled into one of the thin t-shirts she had bought at the market yesterday. Opening the door to her hotel room -- well, suite, really: there was a large living room and a poorly equipped kitchen as well as a bedroom with the biggest damn king-size bed she had ever seen -- she stepped out in to the corridor and made her way to the large communal terrace that served the ground floor of the tiny but quite luxurious hotel she had ended up in. She walked up to the railing and gazed down the hill towards the town, revelling in the tiniest of cool breezes that ruffled her hair and caused her always sensitive nipples to strain at the fabric of her t-shirt. There were still a few late-night revellers staggering through the streets below on their way back from the bars, pubs and clubs that populated every street corner in town. She watched a couple of young lads arguing incoherently about which way to turn and watched an even younger couple necking vigorously up against the wall of the butcher's shop. She stretched languorously and grinned on behalf of the couple: to be young, footloose and fancy free in Mykonos, with the prospect of a whole night of shagging followed by lie-in morning sex too. Bliss. She turned round to head back to her room and see if she could get to sleep without the image of all the sex she hadn't had whilst on holiday preventing her from doing so. As she did so, her eye was automatically drawn to a light being turned on in the suite opposite hers. Drawn mostly due to the fact that, like most rooms in Mykonos, the window was open and the little breeze there was had parted the curtains slightly, allowing the light to spill out across the terrace. She had seen the previous occupants of the suite -- a couple in their 50s having a second honeymoon -- check out that afternoon. She wondered who had moved in. As she neared the window, prepared to shift to her left and appear to be making for her room if anyone should see her, a figure came into sight. The suite was the mirror image of her own and she was looking into the living room area, with one sofa backed up against the window and another facing it on the opposite wall. As the figure revealed itself around the edge of the curtain she saw it was a young man -- probably early twenties, she thought to herself -- just standing up from the sofa opposite the window. She immediately identified several things. He was fit -- very fit -- a fact made more obvious by the fact he was bare-chested. Bronzed, superbly buffed with a visible six pack, he was tall, with blond hair that had obviously been very carefully groomed and moussed, since it was spiky in the way she found indescribably attractive atop the right frame. And boy, she said to herself, was this the right frame! She also identified he was distracted and smiling. He was obviously looking across the room and was totally absorbed by whatever he saw there. And, she suddenly realised, whatever it was he could see was turning him on. She inhaled involuntarily as she realised his tight and very brief bright yellow shorts revealed the outline of an erection. A very impressive erection. "Now that's a sight for sore eyes," she thought to herself, quietly turned on at the sight of this young, tanned, buff Adonis just a few feet away from her. All of a sudden her thought process accelerated and focused somewhat. The Adonis in question, his eyes still fixed on something on her side of the room but which she couldn't identify, stuck one hand down his shorts and started gently stroking himself. "He must be watching the porn channel," she thought to herself. Five days into her holiday and with nary a sniff of an acceptable cock to play with, she had had an early night in front of the hotel porn herself. It was fairly typical of its genre, however -- either frankly distasteful German or Italian rubbish or a succession of pornstars with unrealistically large chemically enhanced boobs bouncing up and down on monosyllabic male 'talent.' Wishing that there were more female porn directors -- or at least a few more directors of any sex who realised what it was that women want ("after all we are 50% of the fucking planet," she had sworn at the big screen TV fixed to the wall opposite the bed) and had resorted to an evening's communion with her trusty rabbit. Watching this unexpected but very welcome piece of eye candy rubbing one out for himself, Jane decided what was sauce for the gander was something the goose had every bloody right to. Her hand strayed beneath the hem of her t-shirt and within a very few seconds two fingers had pulled aside the gossamer thin pale blue panties she had been sleeping in and were stroking the lips of her pussy -- which she could already feel moistening, a function of heady visual stimulation after no nookie for over two months since the Jason debacle. Standing on the terrace frigging herself wasn't terribly comfortable, despite the fact she was surprisingly turned on. She tried squatting but, discovering that took her sightline too far down and she lost sight of the subject of her rapidly building fantasy, she stood up again. And a good job it was that she did, for no sooner had she straightened up when a striking development took place. In a movement that was so quick she would have missed it if she blinked, this gorgeous young man hooked his fingers into both sides of his shorts and, bending down, drew them swiftly down to the floor. As he straightened up, Jane's breath almost stopped. "Now THAT is a cock!" she breathed to herself. With a slight upward tilt to it and visibly straining with a tiny nod at every heartbeat, this was an impressive member indeed. "Fuck!" she thought, "that has to be nearly a foot long!" This was truly a cock to fantasise over, and Jane's eyes closed -- only for a second though, in case she missed anything -- and her fingers progressed from a gentle stroking of her lips to an almost frantic in and out motion as she inserted them into her suddenly VERY wet pussy. As she opened her eyes she thanked the God she didn't really believe in as the object of her swiftly building desire looked down and grasped his tool with one hand. As he started gently wanking his cock, Jane moaned -- very softly -- she was conscious of the fact she was stood on a hotel terrace with her hand in her pants -- and took an involuntary step closer to the window. The guy started to move, walking closer to the sofa under the window. As he did so, Jane drank in every part of the extremely horny picture. His gorgeous face and upper body; the startling difference between the slim tanned torso and the white area below his waist and round his groin; the gentle movement of his hand up and down the straining erect cock, which was almost vertical as it bobbed up and down with his gait. He stopped in front of the sofa. He was now, Jane judged, only about six feet from her, completely unaware he was being watched as he jerked himself off, eyes closed and head thrown slightly back. This was the stuff fantasies were made of and Jane felt an orgasm building as she briefly closed her eyes again. "This is fucking typical," she thought. "Why oh why does this godling of a man turn up just as I am leaving. What fun COULD we have had if he had been here when I arrived? Shit! Just my frigging luck." She opened her eyes again and couldn't believe the next few seconds. The guy opened his eyes, looked down at the sofa, smiled .... and moved out of sight! Jane almost yelled out loud. "No! Not fair! Bring that wonderful cock back!!!" As the guy's arse disappeared behind the right edge of the curtain her moan of frustration was so loud she was frightened for a moment she might have been heard. She held her breath and her fingers stopped their frantic motion. Her legs shaking, she waited for any indication she had been caught out, poised to run at the first sign of movement from behind the curtain. But she needn't have worried. The horny gods were on her side for a change. There was movement -- but from the top of the sofa. A head of short platinum blonde hair appeared -- or at least the top of one did. Obviously, the guy had been watching someone on the sofa from across the room -- and whatever that someone was doing had inspired an eye-catching erection in no time flat. But why had he disappeared from view? Why hadn't he climbed all over whoever was on the sofa and started introducing her to that magnificent cock? As she wrestled with this conundrum a horrible thought entered her head. "Oh please God, PLEASE don't let him be gay. That would be SUCH a waste.....please, please, please." She started to come to terms with the fact that, if anything at all was going to happen, it was going to happen out of sight. She started to resign herself to the fact that she needed to take her by now slightly shaky but REALLY turned on body back to her suite, maybe to act out the fantasy that had formed in her mind's eye. She bit her lower lip softly in frustration and removed her hand from her panties. Only to put it back again almost immediately. In a flurry of movement that almost panicked her into flight, a sequence of events took place before her eyes that took her fantasy to new heights -- and her imagination to new levels of horniness. The blonde head rose above the back of the sofa and proved to be that of a girl ("thank you God," she thought), actually, rather a pretty young girl. Short hair in almost a pageboy style and pouting lips that currently had a lazy smile on them. As the head came up, so it moved to the right hand edge of the sofa and the sofa itself was moved sharply against the wall and to the right, with the result (a fortunate one from Jane's point of view), that the curtain got caught against the wall and dragged a few more inches to the right, widening her point of view. Uncertain which direction to look in first, she took the path of least resistance and, moving to her right, looked left to gain the maximum viewing angle into the living room. And she got her reward. There was the cock! No -- wait. That couldn't be right. Blondie had gone to the right and unless he had crawled on all fours .... she had a fleeting image of riding his naked body around the room, slapping his arse as he carried her towards the bedroom, but she shook her head quickly and banished it. Besides -- this was a cock of a very different colour. Well -- size, anyway. Nowhere near as long as Blondie's, but certainly above average length, what it lacked in the horizontal department it certainly made up for in girth. "Well hello, hello there," thought Jane. "Where were you when I needed you last week?" The other immediately obvious difference was the body said cock was attached to. Whereas it was pretty apparent that Blondie had not a single hair between neck and knees, this body sported a well-trimmed jet black bush of pubes above the cock and a line of wispy hair from there towards the navel, narrowing and running out entirely by the time it reached the navel. Jane knew from experience that licking that line of hair softly but insistently could reduce the sternest of men to putty. Her pussy gave a quick spasm to remind her it was there, waiting and in increasing need of attention. "Shut up puss!" she muttered, giggling softly as she raised her sight line a little. She couldn't see any further up this second anonymous body than the nipples, but looking down at the far more important bits, she noted the hand round the cock guiding it slowly to the pale and ever so pert arse that was its' obvious target. By a process of elimination (another soft giggle) this must be the opposite end of the cute platinum blonde, the unexpected appearance of whose head had given her such a fright just a few seconds earlier. "Well gentlemen prefer blondes (thank God) they say," she thought "so this guy is obviously a gentleman, since he is just about to....." With the thought author to the deed, the owner of the anonymous cock (she called him Hairy to distinguish him from Blondie) slipped it slowly, almost reverently, into the arse before it. "Well -- not necessarily the arse, but I can't be absolutely certain from this angle," she mused. Whichever orifice was the recipient of the offering Hairy was making, Cutie (well -- she had to give them names to make the fantasy run efficiently, didn't she?) was evidently appropriately appreciative, since Jane heard a muffled squeal from the other end of the sofa. Ignoring it for a moment, she craned her neck to get the best possible vantage point and, fingers still firmly lodged in her pussy, which by now was dripping all over the terrace, she got a further reward. Hairy's cock began to set up a rhythm that was as ancient as the rocks on which the hotel perched. He was clearly a guy who had put some thought into his technique, for his strokes were long and slow, with almost all the head of his cock appearing on each backstroke and a teasing, tantalising pause before the forward motion began again. Jane closed her eyes -- only for a moment -- she couldn't afford to miss the action on offer while the opportunity lasted -- and could almost feel the delicious friction as Hairy plunged in and out of her pussy. Why the hell did this have to happen on her last night? Hang on a mo! That squeal was muffled! Why was it muffled? What's happening.....the rest of the thought was lost as Jane scrambled to alter her position and see what was happening at the other end of the sofa. Imagination and reality arrived at the same point in parallel. Scooting as far left as she dared and leaning far enough forward almost to overbalance, Jane saw what she had expected and hoped for. Cutie had her mouth firmly clamped around Blondie's amazing cock and was taking it as deep and as fast into her throat as she could. Blondie was evidently losing at least some of the control he had demonstrated earlier when having a languid wank, because even as Jane watched his strokes became faster and deeper and both his hands descended onto Cutie's cropped blonde hair, pulling her hard into each forward stroke. Having so quickly become accustomed to the horny scene, Jane pouted a bit because she couldn't see Blondie's face. She so much wanted to see him and feel him grunting softly and see the grimace appear on his face as his cock enjoyed the apparent consummate blowjob skills Cutie was demonstrating. But the booby prize, so to speak, was that she did get to see his cock in action. If only she was in Cutie's shoes (not that she was wearing any, probably) -- boy, would she show Blondie a thing or two about blowjobs. As Hairy and Blondie continued to spitroast Cutie, Jane gave herself up to the moment. Taking a step back from the window and throwing her head back a little, she gave full reign to the speedy motion of her fingers as she approached a mind-bending standing orgasm. She had the presence of mind to check her footing so that she wouldn't hurt herself if she fell over as she came, grunted (quite loudly, under the circumstances, the tiny sane portion of her back brain suggested) and......cursed out loud as a sudden gust of wind blew the curtain shut. She stood rooted to the spot for an instant. She waited for Divine Providence to send a second gust of wind to reopen the window into the stunning scene of sexuality she had borne witness to for the last few minutes. "I said, I'm waiting for Divine Providence to send...." Her voice died away as she stared heavenward in vain. "Bollocks. Shitty fucking bollocksy fuck tits wank shit fuck dammit," she whispered. Slowly, she removed her hand from her now thoroughly wet knickers. She stood up straight, staring down into the town. Not even a courting couple on the street corner by way of consolation. "Sod it! Oh well -- back to bed and break out the rabbit. Maybe if I turn it right up to number seven setting and shove it up me as far as I can I'll be able to cum as hard as Cutie is about to any moment," she thought. She straightened her t-shirt, took another step back and turned to go back to her own, regrettably empty suite. And stopped dead in her tracks. In the doorway to the corridor between her suite and the one she had been gazing lustfully into, one hand leaning on the wall, the other by his side, was Blondie. Blondie naked. Blondie naked with a heart-stopping erection. Blondie naked with a heart-stopping erection that she couldn't take her eyes off. It was mesmerising. It had a life of its own, the upward curve of the last couple of inches simply serving to demonstrate just how erect it was. She estimated the degree of inclination as 70 plus degrees. She wondered where she could get a protractor at this time of night to verify her estimate. She wondered if she pulled it down to the horizontal, what would happen when she let it go. Would it go as far as to hit him in the stomach, she wondered, or would it.... "American?" The walking cock spoke. "Phhthnnnng!" she replied eloquently in negation. Shaking her head to restore all the neurons to their proper places from those they had occupied when her brain was in Gagging for Cock mode, Jane reluctantly took her eyes of the cock and looked at Blondie. "No -- English actually," she said. "English? Oh great -- we don't really like Americans that much." "We?" "My friends and I," he said, one hand coming down to tug idly on the object of Jane's deepest transitory desire. "Friends?" queried Jane, increasingly desperately. "My friends in there." His head tilted towards the window Jane had been glued to till just moments before she came face to cock with her fantasy. "The friends you have been watching fuck for the last 15 minutes." "Watch? Me? No -- you are mistaken, I....I.....I errr...." Her voice tailed off, partly in embarrassment and partly because Blondie was walking towards her, his cock swaying gently from side to side with the motion of his body. He stopped inside her personal space -- well inside -- wet two fingers by drawing them across her lips and placed them on his cock. She looked down. She looked up at his smiling face. She looked down again. "I saw you before I even took my shorts off. In fact, seeing you was the reason I took my shorts off in the first place. I was going to leave Dan and Perla to it, since they're celebrating a sort of anniversary tonight. I was about to go join the others, but then I saw you, looking so beautiful against the lights of the town and obviously so lonely, so I thought we should give you a bit of a show. That's why when I ducked out of sight I motioned Dan to move the sofa against the wall so we could 'accidentally' open the curtain a bit wider. I reckon we were close to making you cum when the wind interfered. Pity." He shrugged. Which made his cock do a little waltz in mid-air (she was still looking down). Which made Jane's pussy do an insane little tango all of its own. She looked up, into piercingly deep blue eyes -- almost violet. Mykonos Vacation Pt. 01 "But we can still put that right if you like." "Errr...put what right?" "Make you cum." "Oh I think I like." "Good. Erik," he said, offering his hand. "Jane," she replied, ignoring his hand and instead placing hers on the one thing she had been concentrating on so hard, drawing a tiny little grunt of pleasurable surprise from Erik. "But do you think we could go inside please? I have done so many things tonight that are out of character, but sucking your cock till you beg for mercy is something I'm not quite ready to do in public yet." Jane took a pace back and locked her gaze on Erik's eyes. Grasping her t-shirt by the opposite shoulders, she ripped it quickly from her body, revealing herself to him naked other than for a pair of panties that were rapidly biodegrading in a river flowing out of her. She brushed passed him, using four fingers to tap his cock as she passed, so that it did that absolutely fascinating 'bob up and down' thing again, and, looking over her shoulder with the dirtiest smile she could muster up, walked straight up to and through the open doorway of Erik's suite. Erik looked down at his cock, muttered something in a language Jane would not have recognised, smiled, and walked after her. To be continued... Mykonos Vacation Pt. 02 Jane walked through the door into Erik's suite, her would-be toy boy on her heels. Though slightly nervous – she hadn't done anything quite this brazen before, even when she had spent time on a cruise ship in the Caribbean as a stewardess – she was also very VERY excited. The thought of sucking and fucking Erik until they could both stand no more was....enticing to say the very least. There was, however, one issue to consider first that, while it should have been obvious to her from the voyeurism she had indulged in over the last 15 minutes, hadn't really been at the forefront of her mind as she took the decision to end her two week vacation with what she hoped would be a stellar shagging session. Erik wasn't alone in his suite. On the sofa in front of the window were the couple she had dubbed Hairy and Cutie while watching them shag each other from her vantage point on the hotel terrace. She now knew their names were Dan and Perla, from what Erik had told her just a couple of minutes ago. Names, however, didn't seem to be important right now. They were engaged in a furious fuck that made Jane go quite weak at the knees – even causing her temporarily to forget about the magnificent erect cock approaching her from behind as she collapsed onto the other sofa and stared, fascinated, at the couple opposite. When she had last seen them from outside the window she had not been able to see that much due to the interference of piffling little things like walls and curtains. What she had been able to see had been Dan's very considerable cock pounding into Perla from behind. The man was blessed with a member of better than average length (though not as long as Erik's, she reminded herself, sparing it a glance as the very naked and very excited young man approached her and joined her on the sofa) but just mind-boggling girth. "I know to say 'he has a cock like a baby's arm' is a cliché," she thought to herself, "but fuck me rigid – THAT is as big as a baby's arm!" But it was doing things no self-respecting baby's arm would consider – at least until it reached puberty. During the brief period Erik had spent out of the room, Dan and Perla had moved from their pursuit of the ultimate doggy shag to what had probably started as a 'boring missionary' fuck but had....progressed, Jane thought was the appropriate word. Perla was on her back, alright, but in a position no missionary would have recognised. Her legs were doubled back towards her head, her toes pointing almost down at her face – they had to be, because Dan had his arms crooked behind her knees, forcing her legs towards the end of the sofa that she was resting her head on. Dan's hands rested on the sofa on either side of Perla's torso while his toes were balanced on the opposite armrest. Horizontal over Perla's practically doubled up form, the pair were connected at the groin by Dan's formidable cock plunging down almost vertically into Perla's willing and – from the immensely erotic sounds that filled the room – exceedingly wet pussy. Every time Dan raised himself up over Perla, his cock came out of her pussy almost all the way, with just about half the enormous, shiny, bulbous head remaining inside her. As he paused at the top of the stroke, Perla arched her back of the bed, her pussy trying to retain as much of Dan's mammoth cock as it could. There would be a split second of absolute stillness, in which both these energetic youngsters held their breath, then Dan would release the tension in his arms and legs and thrust downwards to start the intensely erotic cycle all over again. The sounds both of them were making were proof positive to Jane that there wouldn't be long to wait before they finished. And, to be frank, she wasn't quite certain whether she wanted to do to Erik the things she was planning while there were other people in the room – although she could, of course, persuade him to take her into the bedroom. It was fine that he had wanted a threesome with Dan and Perla while Jane was a supposedly clandestine observer from outside the room – she grinned as she realised she had been spotted from the very first moment and that Erik had shown her his thoroughly yummy cock through the window in the full knowledge she was there – but she only had a few hours before leaving what had suddenly become an island of opportunity, and she was damned if she was going to waste any of them in threesomes or foursomes. Erik was going to have to service her, maybe three or four times, in the few hours she had before catching her flight back to London. No distractions. No sideshows. Just total concentration, total dedication, and total cock. Singular. Thinking of which, she looked over at Erik sat beside her. Totally unself-conscious, he was stroking his erection slowly – just at what a mechanic might call 'tickover' speed if this great cock were an engine; just enough to maintain the impressive angle of approach he had shown ever since he peeled his yellow shorts off some 20 minutes earlier. Jane reached a hand over and grasped it, at which point Erik smiled for a moment – then turned back to monitoring Dan and Perla's increasingly frantic shagging. "Well that's a bit fucking rude," thought Jane. "I'm attractive, horny, available and new – and he just wants to watch his friends fuck!" Suddenly, Erik shook his head and turned to her, saying, "Don't think me rude Jane. I really do want to fuck you and nobody is going to suggest threesomes, foursomes or anything you are not perfectly comfortable with. But it's a bit of a special night for these two and I promised them I would stay with them, not go off with the others until they're done." "What are you – telepathic or something? In one quick response you've managed to answer everything that was going through my mind – without me having to go to the trouble of asking!" "My entire aim is to please," said Erik, his smile widening – if that were possible. "So what's the anniversary – they been going out for a year or something?" asked Jane. It seemed odd, sitting on a sofa, clad only in panties that had now mostly dissolved, hornier than she had been in a year or more, tugging gently on the cock of a delicious stud she had known less than five minutes, while discussing the personal issues of a couple who were fucking themselves senseless less than a dozen feet away. Odd, but at the same time quietly erotic and not at all threatening. Just the opposite, in fact. If she was totally honest, this was the biggest and least complicated turn-on she could remember for a very long time. "Not exactly," Erik turned to her with a strange grin on his charming face." They've been together since our group started, but they decided they would see what happened if they spent a whole month fucking nobody but each other. Tonight is the last night of the month." "That's .... kind of weird," said Jane. "But then this whole situation is kind of weird. But I think I'm beginning to like it quite a bit," she said, returning his smile and tightening her grip on his hard dick. "And that reminds me – I'm having difficulty placing your accent. Where are you from, Erik?" "Sweden," he replied. "Just here for a couple of weeks of vacation in the sun, to get away from the frozen wastes of the North." His hands sketched a picture in the air as he uttered the last phrase, but his eyes remained fixed on Jane's. "And you – are you here, as I suspect, on your own?" "Regrettably, yes." Jane pouted slightly as she admitted it. "It's a long and very boring story, but the idea was to have a fortnight of complete hedonism – and I didn't even manage that! To top it all – I meet you on my last night!" Something sparkled through Erik's eyes and the grin disappeared. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jane. Let's see if we can make your last night one to remember, hey?" "That would be nice." As she said that, the volume of squeals and sighs coming from the sofa opposite grew rapidly, and her attention was wrested from Erik's eyes to the sight of Dan and Perla fucking each other's brains out. Dan's pace had increased and his mammoth prick was now sliding in and out of Perla's pussy at a pretty handsome lick, she thought. As she smiled inwardly at the accidentally appropriate nature of the wording, Dan raised his head up, looked her straight in the eyes and began to roar. After one last frantic thrust he stayed absolutely still for a moment, then pulled his cock out of Perla, fell back on to his knees and grabbed his meaty cock with one hand. Struggling to match Dan's new position, Perla unfolded her legs from their position above her head, quickly flipped on to her tummy and leaned in to take his throbbing member into her mouth. She had time for just a couple of strokes, the hollows in her cheeks showing the suction she applied every time her mouth sank towards his enormous balls. Suddenly, Dan's roar increased in volume, Perla gave a frantic muffled squeal and Dan rocked to a halt. Jane could almost see the cum working its way up his veined shaft and suddenly, cum started to appear out of both sides of Perla's mouth. To judge by the look on her face and the rapid undulations in her throat, she was doing her best to swallow everything Dan had to give. But there was evidently just too much to fit down her throat in the time available – there were two positive rivers of cum spilling from her mouth and the sweet, salty, intensely erotic reek of hot cum reached Jane's nostrils from across the room. Erik's cock gave a mighty series of spasms in her hand and for one terrible moment she thought he might cum in sympathy with Dan. She looked down at his cock's gorgeous pinkish purple head and assured herself this wasn't the case. Erik removed her hand and stood, his cock straining even more vertically than it had been before, if that was possible. He walked over to Dan and clapped his on the shoulder, then leaned down and kissed Perla full on her cum covered lips. He said something to them, obviously in Swedish, at which they laughed and, his hand still slung round Dan's shoulder, walked back to the sofa where Jane was squirming in the aftermath of watching the powerful orgasm that had just occurred in front of her. Jane found herself mesmerised by cock again. Only this time there were two of them. Both erect, though Dan's was starting – very slowly – to return to a less strained position between his legs. Erik's was long – very long – and slim but not thin, with that upward curve that had made it such a fascinating sight since he first revealed it to her. "Maybe it isn't actually a foot long," Jane thought to herself, "but it is certainly ten inches. Yummy!" Dan's was shorter, maybe by an inch or so, but even as his tumescence began to subside, it was almost as thick as a soda bottle. Despite Perla's enthusiastic administrations a moment ago, there were still drops of cum on the head and the entire shaft glistened with their mixed juices in the reflected light from the floor lamp. As she watched, Dan's tool, hovering about 18 inches from her eyes, gave a final pulse and a tiny droplet of cum oozed from the end and fell to the floor. "Dan, this is our new friend Jane. Jane, this is Dan. We call him Horse – because he's hung like one, not because he smells like one," Erik laughed. Elbowing his pal in the ribs, the naked and sweating Dan reached for Jane's hand and raised it to his lips, keeping eye contact with her the whole time in a manner that was doing no good at all for the stability of her lower stomach. "Pleased to meet you Jane. I'll introduce you to Perla in a moment, but she will need to calm down a bit and catch her breath before we go to the others." There was that word again. Jane suddenly realised what it was that had been bothering her ever since the erotically charged but very confusing conversation she and Erik had had on the terrace. "Others? What others? What, precisely, is going on here?" She looked around the room, as if expecting a species of Scandinavian elf to appear from behind the sofa sporting yet more improbably large hardons and with an odd number of breasts. "Please – I'm finding it very difficult to concentrate while you two point those things at me, but I'm ever so slightly afraid that everything is moving too fast and I may be getting in over my pussy. Head!" she corrected herself, shaking the offending organ in frustration. "I think to show you rather than to tell you might be a bit more effective, Jane," said Erik, reaching a hand down to her to help her rise from the sofa. As she shifted to stand more easily, her body leaned forward and, overcome my a sudden impulse and the temporary proximity of what she was quickly coming to define as 'her' cock, she planted a quick kiss on the end of it, flicking her tongue across it just once and thereby, in her own mind at least, staking a territorial claim, albeit only for a night. Other than an involuntary grunt deep in his throat, Erik's only reaction was a widening of the smile that Jane now regarded as his expression of choice. Crossing the room swiftly with Jane in tow, Erik threw open the door to the bedroom and motioned her inside. "Jane – meet the others," he said. The bedroom, like that in her own suite across the corridor, was dominated by an immense bed – a California king size, to be precise, with a mattress area two metres square. But there wasn't much mattress area visible, since the bed was covered by four naked bodies in varying degrees of motion. No – five – Jane corrected herself. She had missed the head poking out from between a pair of legs up by the headboard. She felt Erik move up behind her and squirmed deliciously as he put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. As he did so, she felt his hard cock slide between her legs, pressing up against her clitoris in the most intimate way. She looked down and recognised one of the immediate benefits of having a cock the size of Erik's. She could see the shiny pink head poking out from the junction of her thighs. Looking back at the bed, she said – in a voice that seemed unnaturally high pitched to her, "Hello, others." Unsurprisingly, given the frankly confusing nature of the limbs, torsos and genitals scattered across the expanse of the bed, she didn't get a reply. She tried sorting the jumble out in her mind, slightly hampered by the dim lighting and the sinuous movement that made the five bodies look like some gigantic misshapen snake undulating towards the edge of the bed. One guy was leaning up against the headboard with a fixed grin on his face, watching a rather cute blonde giving him enthusiastic head. Although she was focusing admirably on the task at hand, every few seconds she looked over her shoulder to encourage the rather solidly built redheaded girl who was lapping at her pussy from a position flat on her back, with her head almost disappearing between the blonde's thighs. This position allowed her to spread her own legs as far apart as she could possibly get them – practically doing the splits – thus allowing unfettered access to the short haired brunette who was busy using her tongue and four fingers of one hand to supplement the fist of the other hand buried deep inside the redhead's pussy. She, in turn, was the happy recipient of a perfectly satisfactory portion of young cock that was hammering into her from behind. "Fuck me sideways," said Jane – mostly to herself. "Just who the FUCK are you people?" "Just your everyday group of Swedish students having a bit of innocent fun on their first night in a foreign country," whispered tall, blonde, horny and priapic Erik in her left ear. Jane had to clear her throat gently before responding, as the gentle but insistent movement of Erik's cock rubbing her through her now almost non-existent knickers was extraordinarily distracting. "Oh innocent my arse," she said. "Three or four of you pairing off – even in the same room – I could understand, but eight? I mean – are there any couples here, except for Dan and Perla, or do you pretty much all fuck each other all the time?" "Pretty much," replied Erik. She could hear the smug grin in his voice. "But it's not exactly eight of us, you know." Jane turned her head to look at him, trying desperately hard to adopt a schoolmarmish look to indicate a mild sense of moral disapproval coupled with scepticism. "Oh?" Erik laughed out loud and unwrapped his arms from around her, though he took care to keep his back arched and his cock firmly between her legs. "Well – this holiday was all a bit of a last minute arrangement, and this hotel only had four rooms left for the two weeks. So I had to put the other eight guys in the Hotel Thera across the other side of the square." "The other eight? You mean there is a party of sixteen terminally horny young, fit Swedes loose on Mykonos for two weeks? Has Interpol been informed?" Jane shook her head in disbelief, offered a quick thank you to whatever gods had persuaded her to take the air on the terrace half an hour ago, and came to a decision. She wriggled loose of Erik, turned around, grasped his cock firmly in her left hand and walked through the door, pulling a willing Swedish toy boy behind her. Back in the living room, she shut the door behind them, turned in to face Erik, leaned up to kiss him swiftly on the lips and took half a pace back. Only half a pace, because any further and she would have had to let go of his throbbing tool, which she certainly wasn't ready to do just yet. She looked him straight in the eyes. "Erik, I have known you for maybe half an hour and normally I need dinner, flowers and a few drinks to ease what I laughingly call my conscience. But I am going to make you a solemn promise. I will suck your wonderful cock and make you squirt till it comes out of my ears. I will force your head between my legs and make you eat me till you are in danger of drowning. I will probably suck and fuck at least one of your horny little tribe of hedonists before I have to leave and I may even let you have my arse. But before any of that happens, my goat of a new found friend, you are going to do just one thing for me. I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked every which way, hard and fast. I need to cum so hard I lose control of my legs. I haven't had any cock at all for over two months and I am absolutely, positively and assuredly gagging for one. Or more. So – don't say a word, come with me and fuck me into the middle of next week." Trapped in place opposite her by the firm grip she still had on his cock, Erik shrugged in a way that could be variously interpreted as "The square on the hypotenuse is equal to the sum of the squares of the other two sides," "Pythagoras buggered sheep," or "yes ma'am – anything you say ma'am." Jane smiled in triumph, let go of the cock that she was going to possess every wonderful, hard, throbbing inch of for the immediate future and took a swift inventory of the room for the best possible shagging position. The sofas were out – too conventional for the experience she was looking forward too. The floor was out – tiled, not carpeted. Ah – there we go – the bar. As she walked over to the bar, she realised that her nipples were threatening to establish an independent orbit of their own. She couldn't remember when they had last been as hard. She had a quick flashback to the very first orgasm she had had with a boy, when she discovered that her nipples, thanks to one of God's acts of benevolence, had been hardwired direct to her clitoris. A guy who knew what he was doing in kissing and sucking on them would earn scores of brownie points, redeemable against one or more infamous Janie blowjobs at the specially discounted introductory rate of one point per seventeen blowjobs. Filing away a mental reminder to find a way of letting Erik know how sensitive her prominent nipples were, Jane kicked the two bar stools out of the way, grasped the edge of the bar and stuck her arse out and up as far as it would go. Looking around, she saw Erik standing where she had left him, cock bouncing in anticipation and with his eyes firmly fixed on her arse. Mykonos Vacation Pt. 02 "Come on tiger. Don't you fucking DARE keep me waiting any longer," she said, sliding her feet even further apart. Erik shook his head, shook his cock then literally shook a leg and almost ran across the room. His hands gripped the side of the pale blue panties that were by now only holding on to Jane's nether regions by virtue of the surface tension of the rivulets of wetness pouring from her pussy – and ripped them down to the ground in a single, swift, urgent movement. She waited to see whether he was going to take her at her word or was going to try to indulge in a little foreplay, perhaps licking her pussy or stroking it with his fingers. But Erik didn't need to be told twice. He also didn't need to hold his cock in his hand to guide it. Instinctively, Jane had positioned her sopping wet cleft at exactly the right level for Erik to enter. He bent his knees slightly, edged forward, laughed softly – and shoved his meaty, hot, hard and eager length into her as far as he could get it. There was no subtlety about it. No teasing the entrance with the head of his cock, no pussyfooting around to see whether he could get points for superior performance. There was just a moment's resistance as the head of his cock pushed her lips apart and then Bingo! One slow, long, glorious slipsliding thrust into the heart of Jane's wetness. She groaned, bit her lip and wriggled her arse a bit, trying to ensure the cock was firmly lodged and had no possibility of escape. She had got his full length inside her – she could feel the cooler skin of his scrotum tickling the very edge of her clitoris. She could feel her wetness increasing – as if that was possible – and could already feel the heat building deep inside her pussy. Having got his cock just as far inside this captivating woman as he could in a single mind-melting thrust, Erik didn't move for five seconds. Ten. Then he began to withdraw, just as slowly as that first inward thrust. The friction of Jane's most intimate muscles collapsing against the vacuum the head of his cock left as it pulled back caused him to groan and mutter something presumably filthy in Swedish. The base of the head appeared from between Jane's lips – and he stopped there again for what seemed like a minor eternity. Then he pushed forwards again and this time they both groaned, in unison and in harmony. At this point Erik lost any remaining vestige of the admirable control he had shown since he had first ripped his shorts off to allow Jane an unfettered view of his manhood. He reached his hands forward and, starting to fondle her tits gently at first, started to fuck her blind. Seen from behind, the cheeks of his arse were flexing and relaxing with amazing rapidity as he hammered his long tool into his new found friend. Although he tried manfully to vary the speed, a combination of ancient instinct and Jane's wriggling to allow him the deepest possible access encouraged him to fuck her just as hard and as fast as was humanly possible. It wasn't long before his entire torso shone with sweat from the strenuous efforts he was making. Suddenly he pulled out, reached over and pulled Jane away from the bar and drew her a couple of feet into the middle of the room. "I need to slow down or I'm going to cum any minute," he said by way of explanation, grasping her waist. "Don't slow down Erik – please," Jane said in a slightly breathless voice. "Like I said, I need this hard and fast and I need it right fucking NOW!" she continued, cutting off her own words by kissing him full on the mouth and forcing her tongue between his lips, "Jesus!" she thought, "how the FUCK did I miss the fact he has a tongue ring?" Erik kept the lip contact going but found a task for his hands too. He cupped one under each shapely cheek and lifted Jane off the ground with brute strength. As her arse reached above groin level, he gave another of those little shrugs that she was already finding an endearing characteristic, and effortlessly slid his cock back into the hot, tight, wet depths of where it belonged. Jane bounced on his cock, secure in the knowledge this strong, hot, gorgeous boy wouldn't let her slip and fall. She looked past her arms, which were firmly clasped around Erik's neck – and saw Dan on the sofa, wearing what she could only describe as a shit-eating grin as he stroked his massive cock, already fully erect again so soon after Perla had drained his balls. Next to him, Perla was raising her arse off the sofa every couple of seconds as she flashed two fingers in and out of her pink hairless pussy, which looked slightly puffy from the battering Dan had only recently subjected it to. "Fair's fair, I guess," Jane thought. They put on a show for us, so it's only fair they should enjoy our fuck if they want to." She gave up thinking though. Her whole world seemed to focus on this hot and immense piece of meat piercing her. She could feel an orgasm building and knew it was going to be a titanic and memorable one. A little part of her brain regretted the fact that she was going to lose this magical cock so soon after finding it. But she overrode it, telling herself, as she had so many times before, to live for the moment and savour every last frigging second of bliss as she rode Erik's rapidly pumping tool. "I'm going to cum, Jane," Erik said in a tortured voice. "Me too – I'm almost there – hang on for me," muttered Jane. Erik surprised her again. He lifted her off his cock, gently returned her legs to the ground and, bending down, scooped her up into his strong arms. Turning, he took two swift strides to the sofa and, jerking his head at Dan and Perla, indicated they should make room for Jane between them. He deposited her, a little too swiftly, perhaps, on the sofa, stood back and, leaning over her and kissing her, shoved his rock hard cock back inside her. The boiling cauldron of sensation proved too much for them in just a minute of frantic thrusting or less. As Jane began a low moan that swiftly rose to a completely uninhibited scream, Erik's upper body arched back, his face contorted and he uttered a wordless cry of sheer ecstasy as he pumped his thick, hot cum deep into Jane. One huge thrust...two...three, and at each of them she could feel him shooting his not inconsiderable load deep inside her. Her legs shook, her vision blurred and the entire world seemed to focus on the tiny but rapidly growing point deep inside her pussy where a small thermonuclear bomb was slowly exploding. As her orgasm began to ebb, she looked out of the corner of her eye and locked her gaze with Dan as he stroked his cock into its second multiple ejaculation of the night. Thick ropes of milky white cum shot from the end of his thick cock at least four feet in the air, falling back to land on his chest, his balls and his upper legs. His grin never left his lips, but his gaze moved back and forth between Jane's face, tits and pussy and then beyond her to where Perla was squeaking as she, too, came hard and fast. Time stood still for a minute or too. Erik was breathing fast, as if he had just run the 800 metres. Jane's heart was beating at an incredible rate, but began to slow down gradually. Erik slowly withdrew his cock which, though not as hard as it had been a minute ago, was not soft by any means. As he pulled it out completely, Jane heard a satisfying 'plop,' like a champagne bottle being uncorked in the next room. She looked at her latest lover, kneeling on the floor in front of her. "You owe me a blowjob," he laughed. "Yes I do – and quite a lot more besides, I think. Thank you, you lovely man. That was just what I needed and I'm only sorry we have such limited time to do all the things I would like to share with you. But perhaps I can come to Sweden when you get back – if you don't consider me just a vacation one night stand, that is," she said, suddenly fearful she may have been too honest too fast. "I certainly don't," replied Erik, looking slightly offended at the suggestion he might be that shallow. "You are a fascinating woman – even based on so short an experience. And I would certainly welcome you to Sweden whenever you want. But I am famous for swift decisions within our little group here." He moved from his knees and sat his shapely arse down on the floor in front of her, raising one leg and balancing his elbow on it as he thought. He nodded to himself, as if having made an important decision. Turning to Jane, he switched on that orgasm-inspiring cheeky grin that cut straight to her horny gene and said "Jane. I believe I have a proposal for you to consider." To be continued....