0 comments/ 34705 views/ 2 favorites A Bulgarian Story Ch. 01 By: sirius23 As he sat on the plane, Ben's large penis throbbed inside his trousers at the thought of being back in Bulgaria. He had lived there before for six months, around four years before, and had enjoyed some good sex with his then-girlfriend Evgeniya, Geniya for short (pronounced Jen-ee-ah). Of all the women he had fucked, Geniya had the prettiest cunt, and he had thought of it frequently over the four years since he had seen her. It was tight without being small, a snug fit, nearly always wet for him, and smelt and tasted delicious. The rest of her wasn't too bad either: she had a tall, skinny body with cute little tits; a mouth he enjoyed kissing, with really sexy natural breath; and skilful hands that liked to play with his cock for hours. Oh, and she made really great sex noises when she came. It took her a long time to come from fucking, but he was more than up to the task of drilling her for sometimes up to an hour, and besides, he much preferred longer fucks where he could take his time, savouring the feel of a woman's cunt, and taking it and making it his. She wasn't that pretty, but she had a cute smile and a sexy laugh, and anyway, he had a bit of a fetish for plain and even somewhat ugly girls if they had sexy bodies and loved to fuck. Geni did seem to love that; in particular, she liked having him fuck her slowly from behind, first gently and steadily, then building monotonously towards a heavy, animal finish in which he fucked the shit out of her while gripping her sexy hips and crying out unrestrainedly. He may have loved her sex noises, but she needed his. If he had stayed silent -- which would have been almost impossible anyway -- her enjoyment would have been a lot less. More than anything the reason he came to love her was that of all the women he had known, she had the greatest appreciation for his manhood. Although he wasn't extremely well-endowed, his seven inches was quite thick and had a pleasing shape and proportion. He had never had any complaints, but Geniya truly adored his cock. It was apparently the biggest cock she had actually taken inside her, and I guess that is what made the difference for her. She had been with a guy with some monstrous nine-incher, but his over-sized piece made it practically impossible to achieve much actual penetration, and, as with many extra-large dongs, he had found it difficult to keep hard all of the time. Conversely, Ben had always been blessed with the ability to get it up pretty much on demand, and keep it up as long as he wanted. Back in the plane, he could actually feel a steady stream of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his now boiling hot and pulsating cocks as he remembered how Geniya would worship his cock, and praise his stamina and size, and its effect on her. He thought about how it had sounded to have her whisper, in her Balkan accent, about how he stretched her open and filled her up. He was going to have to take care of this erection very soon, he thought. Looking around him on the plane, he saw several sexy Bulgarian women. Bulgarian women all had such pleasing, healthy, feminine bodies, he thought. Not like the bloated and shapeless women that were becoming the norm in Western Europe and America. One women in particular, across the aisle from him and two rows up, had on show most of her thigh as she sat, legs uncrossed, in a simple summer dress which he began to imagine lifting up to discover a panty-less and hairy fanny. Mmm, he liked them hairy, did Ben. In fact, in the sex chat and emails he had swapped with Geniya in the years since their last meeting, Ben had told her that he would love it if she grew her pussy hair for him, nice and long and thick, but tidily arranged in a triangle above her slit, with a little bit either side of her juicy lips. Mmm, he was really hard now. He picked up his jacket from between his feet, and held in front of his crotch, then asked to be excused by the old man sat next to him, and squeezed out, then shuffled down the aisle and quickly locked himself in the aeroplane toilet. Though mildly embarrassed by his desperation, he quickly got down to business, bringing his meat out of its confinement, and giving it a few gentle strokes of apology before gripping it tightly and beginning to pound it steadily. The rhythm and vigour would have been brutal were it not for the copious amounts of fluid leaking out of his pisshole, and trickling over his fat shaft. He knew it would not take him long, so he conjured to mind and image of the last time he had fucked Geni. It had been in a hotel in Veliko Tarnovo, the old capital of Bulgaria, and he had shelled out for a really nice suite. The bed had been absolutely great, and the sex was pretty good too. Though he himself had enjoyed better, even with her, for Geniya it was the best fuck of her life. She had talked about how, during her climax and for some time afterwards, she had no sense of self or where she was or anything. Then it also flicked into his mind about how, during that fuck, Ben had begun to fantasise that Geniya was his daughter, and how it had excited him. Ben had long been interested in incestuous fantasies, and had been reading incest stories on the net for years before this point, but it was, he remembered, the first time that he had let himself go with a fantasy that the woman he was giving such a royal seeing to, was in fact his daughter. Maybe it was the strength of his feeling about such a taboo but arousing notion, that she had picked up, and had made her enjoyment of his lovemaking so heightened. As he brought the scene into full recall, and replayed it in his mind, re-imagining the shafting of her cunt, his daughter's cunt, he groaned softly and began to spunk into the bowl of the toilet. There were several big jets, each firing several dollops of thick sperm that dropped into the water with a plop. He couldn't contain another small groan, and, sensing that he could provoke a rare multiple, quickly wetted the middle finger of his left hand, reached back, and slid the finger into his asshole. His right hand never stopped wanking and he soon found himself racing into a second, more powerful orgasm. His already thick cock swelled to new heights of blood-engorged girth, and the jets became fiercer, and he came long and hard as the first knuckle of his finger fluttered in his bumhole. As he cleaned up afterwards, still thinking about sex, Ben remembered that Geniya had also been one of the few women that liked to finger his ass. As his train of thought paused on the subject of asses, he also recalled how she had promised in her emails to let him properly fuck her up the bum the next time they met. It would be great session, he thought, there was no doubt about that. A Bulgarian Story Ch. 02 Eight hours later, Ben was riding in the back of a taxi that was weaving its way along the winding roads of the Bulgarian countryside towards the village where he would be staying with his friend Will. It was where he had lived before when he was here, a small, basic house in a run-down village, but it had land and fruit trees, and as far as Ben was concerned, it was perfect. The village was 40km from the nearest big city, was populated almost entirely by old people, and it was quiet, and remote, and had long hot summers. Summers so hot that the only sensible thing to do was stay inside and make love. Ben was pretty envious of Will's position, and how he had escaped the rat race of modern life to live his self-sustainable, agrarian life out here in the middle of nowhere. He had a pretty sexy girlfriend, enough fruit to make plenty of booze from, an enormous crop of marijuana plants, a good supply of water, and solar panels with which to capture the energy of the sun. He could see those solar panels now, in fact, as the taxi rounded the bend in the village. "Tuk!" Ben called to the driver about the sound of the old Russian engine, and the taxi slowed to a halt. He paid him, including a decent tip, and grabbed his single small rucksack and got out of the car. It felt strange to be back, but with such a beautiful sun shining, and the smell of his own sweat already mingling with the dry country air, Ben felt oddly at home. He paused for a few seconds, looking around him, and watched the taxi turn round and go back towards the city. Then he stepped forward, knocked loudly on the wooden gate, and then opened it, stepping down into the yard. There wasn't any noise, so Ben looked around the garden, yet found no one. "Hel-lo?" he called out. Then he heard some rustling noise, and footsteps. Then Irina, Will's girlfriend, stepped out onto the porch. When she saw Ben, a large smile came across her sleepy face and she came quickly down the steps to embrace him. It was good to see her, and as she hugged him he felt her braless tits push into his chest, and he could smell that she had been smoking weed. In fact, she absolutely reeked of it. She stepped back and they took a good look at each other. He thought how fuckable she looked just in her giant t-shirt, and with short, messy black hair. She was a little surprised to see him so soon, as Will had told her that Ben would be arriving several hours later by bus. She told him this. "Oh yeah, well I decided to shell out for a taxi and cut out some of the waiting," he explained. "OK, well, come in, I will make you a drink of ice-tea. I was just rolling a joint" "Yeah, I could tell," he said, grinning. As he followed her into the house, he let her get a bit ahead of him so he could check out her arse, and she must have worked this out, because she looked back over her shoulder and threw him a teasing glance. From the porch they went into the living room, and he threw down his rucksack and took off his hiking boots. After a couple of minutes, when Irina hadn't returned, he was beginning to wonder what was happening when she yelled out "Aren't you coming?" Evidently, she was inviting him into the bedroom that she shared with his old friend. He went through and found her sitting in bed, which was just a mattress on the floor. She was still wearing just the t-shirt, and this time, she had an even cheekier look in her eye as she licked the gum on the rizla and finished her joint. Ben wasn't sure where to sit, so he just sat down on the floor, on the far side of the bed, by the window, with his legs outstretched, and leant back on his hands. It was nice to stretch out a bit after being on one form of transport or another for close to 24 hours. He had slept for some of the time, though, so he wasn't too tired. And anyway, how much energy would he need to chill out and get high? As Irina lit and started smoking her joint, Ben decided to act a little more boldly, and so without making an effort to hide it, surveyed the entirety of the visible parts of her body, slowly, savouring each part. She was a lot larger than most Bulgarian girls, who were generally very skinny, but her voluptuous curves excited Ben a lot. Unlike some guys who had a 'type', Ben found himself attracted to a range of different women, skinny, slim, curvy, big tits, small tits, etc. Different shapes aroused him in different ways. When his gaze found her large, round breasts, hanging nicely under her t-shirt, he just stared at them and felt the blood begin to pump into his dick. He thought back to when, years before she got together with Will, Irina and Ben had gone on a double-date with Will and the girl that Will was trying to get with at the time. This date had led to no contact between Ben and Irina at all, not even kissing, but there had certainly been a mutual attraction, and it hung thickly in the air at this moment, as Irina sucked on her coner and Ben watched her. He realised he could smell her body smells, wafting up from the mattress. His cock was pretty hard now. "Here, your turn..." she said, croakily, and passed him the joint. As she leaned forward, he looked down her t-shirt and saw even more of her beautiful ripe tits. Did he catch a nipple? Too late, the reefer was in his hands, and he looked at it as he brought it up to his mouth to draw on it. He thought briefly about how he shouldn't be sat here thinking about sex with his friend's woman, but the thought was dispelled because of how horny he was. He hadn't sex in nearly two years, the longest he had ever gone without in his life, and although he had jerked off in the plane only hours before, he was now very close to a cunt, the cunt of woman who he had wanted to fuck before his friend even got with her, the cunt of a woman who quite possibly wanted him to fuck her right now - a cunt he could SMELL. He summoned all his willpower, and it got him as far as deciding to just see what happened, and go with the flow. No sooner had he made this decision than Irina shocked him by saying "I guess Will told the truth..." in her broken English. "What?" he almost stammered. She used her eyes to indicate his very noticeable erection. The cheekiness was gone, and had seemingly been replaced with a seriousness, that he wasn't sure was lust or fear. "I'm sorry Irina, I -" he started to explain. "It's OK, Will told me you hadn't been with woman in a long time. I guess it's natural, and I'm...", she searched for the word, "..flattered?" Then she broke into a smile, and Ben guessed her momentary seriousness wasn't negative. "Well you are wearing next to nothing, Irina, and..." He stopped. "And?" Her eyes willed him on. "And you're a really beautiful woman," he said, honestly and warmly. Despite the fact that she had done everything to provoke it, his compliment had obviously really pleased her, and she blushed, a bright red spreading across her already rosy cheeks, and her chest, just above her big boobs. As Ben watched the blood flush into her neck and breasts, he saw sweat glistening there too. It was incredibly hot, he remembered. He realised he too was sweating, and without thinking about the situation, took off his t-shirt, revealing his large chest and manly belly. He looked at her and could see that she had only sex on her mind. He decided to take control of the situation, albeit in a cool and calculated way. She, however, had other games on her mind. "If you show it to me, I will show you mine," she said, matter-of-factly. Her directness, and the lack of any 'girlishness' in her demeanour, turned him swiftly and fiercely on. His prick swelled and twitched in his shorts and they both glanced down at it. "I think he like my idea," Irina said, in a voice that Ben was quickly falling in love with. "What will you show me?" he asked, knowing what her answer would be, but already setting out the first position in a game he was at that moment devising and waiting to spring. She brought her hand up to her tits, where he could now see fat nipples poking through the material. "These," she said. "I can virtually see those already. If I show you my big dick, you have to show me your pussy," Ben declared. He was curious as to how she would respond to his game. The haze of the weed still hung in the air, adding spice to the dirty talk. Irina's cunt was absolutely soaked, and she felt a little bit ashamed of how much he had excited her, but then she remembered that she had fantasised about him before, and the thoughts had driven her wild. She was a girl who had always liked making her dreams into reality, so she decided there and then to do whatever he wanted. She crossed the line into infidelity without really pausing at all. "OK, but you first," she ventured, timidly. "Irina," said Ben in a deep, sexy voice, "you KNOW you have to show me first. A good girl always does what her man tells her too, you know that", and he winked at her. His confidence doubled the juiciness of her sodden vulva, but she now had an unbearable urge to show herself to him, gain his approval of her feminine treasures. She wanted not so much to be taken as appreciated. The physical side of her and Will's relationship had not been passionate for years now, and she wanted someone to make her feel wanted, to feel like a woman. She lifted the t-shirt up to just under her breasts, revealing an expanse of tanned flesh that was evidence of a nude sunbathing session. Ben took in the beauty of her large thighs and womanly belly, and then she spread her legs for him and leant back against the cushions where the mattress joined the wall. Ben's gaze was instantly drawn to her incredibly beautiful cunt. It was meaty, really full of blood and puffy with arousal. It was very, very hairy, and the strong smell of her sweat and pussy juices and hair reached his nostrils, and he moved right next to her straight away. He brought his head to between her legs and took a really deep inhale of her aroma. This caused yet another globule of her thick stick juice to seep out of her, and she had a small orgasm. Her eyes were glazed over and she couldn't see properly she was so aroused. But she so wanted to see his manhood, and so reminded him of his part of the deal. "Please show me your cock, Ben," she pleaded. He unbuttoned his shorts and swept them over his strong legs in a single motion. Then he knelt down between her legs and brought his cock, fuller of blood and bigger than it had ever been before, right up to the dewy lips of her vagina, and as he lodged the bulb of his cock inside of her meaty pussy, he looked her in the eyes. She had known, somehow, that he would not waste time merely displaying the tool, but would show her its supreme value in the most sensible way. He had known that she had known this, and so he rewarded her for her carnal mysticism by taking hold of her hips and sliding the full length of his hot shaft inside her scalding cunthole. "It's bigger than Will's, isn't it?" he asked, knowing the answer, but enjoying the mild humiliation of forcing her to admit how much she loved his organ. "Much bigger," she managed to croak, as she began to experience what was, really, a never-ending chain of separate small yet powerful orgasms, and her hind quarters squirmed on the mattress, desperately grinding against him as he took her with love and passion, giving herself up to him as he made her his woman. He had been inside her for only a minute, yet it was already the most fulfilling sex of her life, and as she continued to come all over his fat, hard cock as it sloshed tantalisingly slowly in and out of her, she longed to be filled with this man's sperm, and have his children. She had fallen in love with him. Then their lovemaking was interrupted by the loud, unmistakeable noise of Will's truck pulling up outside. Irina's heart sank! She wrapped her arms around Ben, pulling him inside of her for a last, long poking, and told him, with tears in her eyes that they had to stop. Ben panicked and leapt to his feet, jumping away from the window and the line of sight of someone looking in from the outside. He picked up his shorts and ran into the shower room that adjoined the bedroom. He closed the door, hung the shorts on the back of it, and went to the shower and turned it on, letting the cold water cascade over his adrenalised body and his erect penis. Willing it to go down was the most difficult thing in the world, especially considering how much he had loved being inside of Irina for those few but beautiful moments. In the bedroom, wiping away her tears and cursing her luck, Irina pulled her t-shirt down, hid Ben's under the mattress, and pulled the duvet over her and pretended to be asleep. A Bulgarian Story Ch. 03 When Ben stepped out of the shower, he realised that in his rush, he had neglected to pick up a towel. He decided to make a bee-line for his bag, where he would be able to get one and then duck into the room on the other side of the house. The house was arranged thus: the porch led into the living room, which was flanked on either side with bedrooms. The bathroom had doors into both the living room, and the bedroom, where Irina lay, her cunt still aflame, her eyes damp with sadness. As Ben opened the door, however, Will came into the living room from the porch with his 18-year old daughter, Sally-Anne. Both of them received the surprising view of Ben's naked body. His penis was still detumescing from what had been a fierce erection, and so it looked a bit bigger than normal. Sally-Anne giggled, and inwardly gasped at Ben's fit body and fine-looking manhood. Even more surprised was Ben, for though he had calculated that it was possible his friend Will would catch him scampering to get his towel, he hadn't planned on the surprise guest of Will's young daughter. Sally-Anne had become cuter, and more rounded and womanly than last time he saw her. "Same old Ben, always prancing around flashing his tiny willy about," remarked Will, secretly jealous of Ben's size, and totally oblivious, both to the fact that his girlfriend had taken that cock inside of her only minutes before, and to the fact that his daughter was at that moment imagining what it would feel like inside of her. "Sorry dude," said Ben, and without looking anyone in the face, grabbed his rucksack and leapt into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he quickly dried his body and then pulled on a clean t-shirt and shorts. He listened to what was happening in the next room, hopeful that everyone would leave the building so he could quicky tug his way to a quick release, but he heard only one set of steps leave the living room. After a couple of minutes, he went back through the door into the living room where he found Sally-Anne sitting on the couch and smoking a tailor-made cigarette. Straight away she looked at him and held his gaze steadily, but without giving away her thoughts. "Sorry about that, how are you?" Ben said awkwardly, trying to combine an apology with a greeting. "I'm good thanks," replied Sally-Anne. "Dad called me yesterday to invite me out here for a few weeks. I had nothing better to do and I like the sunshine, so I'm here to tan myself and get away from my mum, without getting drafted as a slave to tend Dad's plants." "Don't worry about that, I'll give him plenty of help so you can escape to the outskirts of the village and work on your tan," offered Ben, flirtatiously. "My hero," said Sally-Anne, and stuck her tongue out at him. It was a childish move, and was not overtly sexual, but for some reason it excited Ben no end. As her gaze went to the window and she took a drag on her cigarette, he could no longer resist glimpsing at her body. She was built much like Irina, though her skin was a pale-Anglo-Saxon pink rather than olive brown. Her thighs were a little slimmer, but still meaty and beautifully curved. Getting in a second more perving before Sally-Anne turned back, Ben looked at her chest and saw that there was every possibility that Sally-Anne's bosom was even more generous than Irina's. His mouth almost watered at the prospect of spending the summer in this house. "I better go find Will, then," said Ben as he moved away from Sally-Anne, but he gave one little look back as he reached the porch, and found her looking straight into his eyes with a mysterious, contemplative look. Then he glanced through the crack in the door to the bedroom and saw Irina laying on the mattress, turned away from him, but with her back and the top of her buttock crevice on show. Ben gulped, looked back at Sally-Anne, felt sure she already knew his guilty secret, and then stepped through the porch, pulled himself together, and crossed the yard to the other building where the kitchen was, and where Will was waiting for him. Sally-Anne's poker-face fell as Ben left the room, and a flush came over her, similar to the one Irina had felt shortly before Ben had penetrated her. Both women spent the next few minutes imagining wild fuck sessions with Ben, while Ben tried to pull himself together mentally to face his friend, whose girlfriend Ben had been fucking only minutes before, and whose daughter he now wanted to fuck as well. A Bulgarian Story Ch. 04 Ben relaxed with Will for a while, drinking some homemade barley wine and smoking cigarettes and chatting about old times. But while this reunion was enjoyable and relaxing, in the back of Ben's mind were thoughts about the other reunion that was still to come. "I'm gonna go and see Geniya tonight," Ben told Will. "I always knew you would," said Will. He took a sip of his drink and then asked, "How will you get back afterwards? Are you coming back in the morning?" "Yeah, pretty early I would have said. I'll make her drive me back, but she has to work in the afternoon, so it won't be too late. She could only get half a day off." "Why don't you take my car, that way you can stay a bit longer here, drinking with me, before you have to leave, as it will be quicker than the bus, and then you can drive yourself back in the morning, and have longer in the hotel?" Will winked at his suggestion. "Great idea, thanks mate." ~ Later, Ben pulled Will's car into the car-park outside the hotel where he had booked a room for himself and Geniya. He was almost giddy with excitement, but had not washed or groomed himself since his shower earlier, as he wanted to smell as manly as possible for his woman. Geniya was already in the hotel room, having received Ben's email a few hours earlier – hours which she had spent in a constant state of dripping arousal. Her clitoris had literally throbbed as many times as her heart while she worked at her desk in the office a few blocks from the hotel. Drool had leaked out of her actual mouth as well as her swollen vulva. She had to visit the bathroom and try to pat her cunt dry with a wad of tissue several times over this period, as she could not get the image of Ben's cock out of her mind, and was almost fainting with exhilaration at the wonderful thought that the man she loved, the man whose lovemaking had ignited her soul more than any other, the man with the perfect cock she had not been able to replace or forget, would be mating with her, skin to skin, in such a very short time. Skin to skin because Ben had given her just shy of a month's notice to their reunion, long enough for her to get on the pill and grow her bush out for him the way she knew he liked. She had briefly thought about forgetting about the pill altogether so she could become fecund with his seed, and several times when they had wanked together online across the gulf of space they had both confessed to the other that such a pregnancy was a major secret fantasy. But in the end, she concluded that if Ben wanted to knock her up, he would ask or tell her, and deception would only stand in the way of the love she wanted from this man, who meant everything to her. Eventually she told her boss she was not feeling at all well with about ninety minutes to go before the end of the business day. Her boss gave her a disbelieving look but let her go – such a move was so unusual from Geniya that she had no real cause for suspicion. Geniya walked across the town plaza that separated her business district from where the hotel was, and felt the cool evening air waft over her bare cunt beneath her skirt. She was in such a frenzy that it required massive concentration not to just flop to the concrete and jill herself off in front of all and sundry. She imagined looking down between her outstretched legs and seeing the large bulb of Ben's cockhead parting her labes and his fat shaft moving slowly in to fill her up all the way. She trembled and sweated under the spell of the image, as it combined in her mind with her memory of the looks of pure bliss that would sweep over Ben's face as he savoured his first entry of what he always said was his favourite vagina of any woman, a fact that made her beam with pride, and long to have him sire her children even more. Upon arriving at the hotel, she checked in then went to the bar and drank several shots of Johnny Walker Red Label in quick succession. It was the only thing to help her get through the agonising period of around an hour before his arrival. She then went upstairs, took off all her clothes, and lay on top of the sheets, and passed out waiting for her glory. Ben found her laying on her front, legs akimbo. He could not see the bush that had dominated his thoughts for the entirety of the drive into the city from the village. He could however, see her magnificent asscheeks, long legs and wet, swollen cunthole. She was fast asleep and had not heard him come in. He stripped off his clothes, then came to a decision. He could not leave her asleep and have her miss the joy of his penetration. Yet he wanted her to just lie there and not move an inch. So he issued his command at a volume loud enough to wake her, but not too loud to stir her into movement. "I'm here," he said softly. She came to, and her cunt released several molten streams and her heart began to pound anew. He came up behind her, knees between her thighs. His large hands took her ass and held it still. Then his juicy glans eased between the lips of her sodden cunt and with a low groan of triumph and homecoming, he pushed forwards and filled up his woman. She started coming, and didn't stop for nearly ten minutes. His assault was slow and deliberate, but she for her it happened in fast-forward and in a short time, she would remember none of it, save how glorious it made her feel in the afterglow. For him, it was the completion of so-many fantasies, not least of all the very act of copulation that he knew would end in an unprotected ejaculation inside of a very wet and sexy cunt. So bereft has he been of sexual joy that this very thought propelled him towards a towering climax, that, once it had begun, took over five minutes to work its way through. During this time, he fucked Geniya from behind and on top so hard that she began to black out, not just with pleasure but from the sheer force of collision. Her own climax was off the scale. She was ejaculating wildly herself with every thrust of his thick cock. It was as if pieces of the inside of her cunt were falling off and becoming molten on his shaft. For him too, every pistoning released another enormous creamy jet and he flooded her womb again and again with the hottest, most dynamic torrents of sperm he had ever released. After a few minutes they were laying in the middle of a puddle of mixed juice that took up most of the center of the bed, yet still he fucked into her. The slapping of his pelvis and heavy balls against her pussy and inner thighs resounded out the open window that the maid had left ajar upon cleaning, and echoed down to the early diners on the terrace below. She had ceased making loud noise minutes ago, but he began building to a roar that he could not contain, and that triggered several more orgasms for her. She sobbed and sobbed with pleasure so intense she thought she would die from it. Her uterus was full to bursting with a load even more magical than she had hoped for. Then, with one last thrust he held his big dick deep inside her, slipped his thumb inside of her anus, and let off one more phenomenal blast, then collapsed on top of her. The lovers were reunited as they should have been. A Bulgarian Story Ch. 05 Despite their built-up desire for each other, so satisfying was their first epic fuck that Ben and Geniya slept right the way through until the early hours of the morning. After they finished that first marathon session, Geniya spent ten minutes of enjoying Ben's weight and fat cock inside of her, then gently rolled to her side so he was spooning her, but with him snuggled right up to her, hand to her small breasts and her joyful heart, keeping his organ buried delightfully inside her for the next time it stirred. That time was around six, when hunger for food and lovemaking brought them around, more or less together. Ben was first to wake, pulling Geniya close to him, and whispering "Good morning" in her ear as he gave her a few gentle strokes of his cock that was rapidly stiffening, and still embedded deep into her. The sound of his voice brought her fully around and caused her vagina to begin to pulsate and moisten. Within a dozen more lazy pumps, her cunt was sloppy with arousal. Then Ben had an idea. "I want you to suck me off, Geni," he said, in a deep passionate voice that was a mixture of telling, asking and pleading. "I've been waiting for your mouth for so many long years. No one ever sucked me like you can." Geniya was overjoyed at this suggestion and wasted no time clambering her skinny body between his strong thighs and ducking down to slurp on his thickness. "Oh baby, you have no idea how I missed it too," she confessed. "Let me get a morning load out of you so our next fuck can be a long one, OK?" Ben's answer was to stroke her hair and gently force her mouth down to accept the head of his throbbing cock. Geni sucked hard at first, to bring it to full stiffness while her hand gave a light caress of the root and balls. She swallowed all of the mixture of his sperm and her cunt juices, which had dried to a paste on his shaft and head. Then she pulled it out and looked at how the precum ebbed out of his pisshole. No sooner had she licked or sucked up one stream when another replaced it. It was like a fountain, and she was love-struck by this reminder that Ben was the juiciest man she had ever known. She loved to suck cock juice, and in particular Ben's -- it was delicious and of course it made it even more sweeter that she was in love with him and that she had not been able to suck him for such a long time. * Meanwhile, back in the village, the same heady sexual atmosphere was hovering over everyone, it seemed. In her room, Sally-Anne was using her skilled and practised fingers to work herself into a silent frenzy while she imagined doing exactly what Geniya was doing for real. Since she had spied Ben's thick cock, she had not been able to get it out of her head, and she had already decided that she was going to seduce him. She knew it would be easy, that he was a very sexual and horny man, and that he wanted her. It seemed to her that maybe something had happened between Ben and Irina before her and her dad had gotten back the day before. If so, it proved that Ben was more than happy to have sex with every woman that he could. After a while, her fingers were not enough, and since she could hear stoner rock music coming from her dad's bedroom, she knew it was safe to get out her dildo and stuff herself with that. It took less than two minutes from the time of insertion for Sally-Anne to come all over the fake cock, and in her mind it was Ben's hard and thick length POUNDING into her and making her go crazy. Sally-Anne knew that by divination she had somehow stumbled upon the answer to her thoughts: that she would entice him with hard, rough sex -- which she knew not all women were willing to give, and which she had herself wanted since her sexuality had first bloomed as a young woman; wanted, but had never received. And in her room, Irina was furiously riding Will and imagining that he was Ben. Several times per hour for each of the eighteen or twenty hours since Ben's cock had slipped out of her, Irina had thought about how it had felt to be stuffed full of his fabulous and thick penis, and how she wanted him so badly to return and fuck her hard and fill her up with his sperm.