0 comments/ 30452 views/ 2 favorites Email from Greece Ch. 01 By: Rosehip I have received lots of interesting E-Mails from readers of "My Day of Roses" stories. One, however, from a guy named George sent from Kavala Greece was especially captivating. It looked like a form message advertising himself. Out of curiosity I answered his email and was intrigued and excited by what he said to me in follow up letters. His letters were honest without exaggerations, and I began to trust him. He has two URL sites that have pictures of him. One URL has great nude pictures of his classically beautiful penis, which appeared to be the perfect size even though it looked much larger than what I was used to seeing. Inspired by his letters I decided to write a story about my character Elisabeth corresponding with this pussy hound and see where it would take them. Then I said, "Hell no." I have been dedicating myself to Elisabeth, a fictional character of my imagination, and it was about time I should write an erotic story about myself, yes me, Rosehip. I'll save Elisabeth for a later story. This one is mine! Reading many of the stories on the Internet, I realize I am "a babe in the woods" compared to the women who have had so many erotic experiences. My husband is probably average in the way he is endowed, and I hunger for the more gifted men so gloriously described in many of these stories. Since he is ten years older than me, he has also slipped away from most sexual activities, but I am still young, lusty, and looking for adventure with the "studs" described in many of Elisabeth's experiences I continued my correspondence with George asking him questions about his conquests and getting back beautiful information that I was incorporating into the story. This was fun, and I enjoyed corresponding with George, especially when he graphically answered my questions about his affairs. Each reading would turn on my pussy juices, and I found myself masturbating when I thought of being with him. In my letter to George I started writing about personal things about myself I have never divulged to anyone. Reading back over my letters to George, I was able to get a clear picture of myself, and I was not happy with what I read. I realized I desperately wanted an affair with a well-endowed man, and I did not have the courage to seek a local man. Another consideration was that if I had sex with a large man, Hubby would feel my relaxed or stretched vagina. I finally realized that since I was no longer having sex with my husband, my fear was academic. The only local man I might have considered was the minister of our Church, who would come to the house and talk to us. One afternoon he came by and caught me in my shorts; hubby was at his stockbroker, and the two of us were alone. I noticed that during the conversation about the choir, his bulge appeared to get larger, especially when he looked at my legs. I did cross and uncross them many time hoping he would get the message. I could tell by his voice he did. His wife was a sweet soul who was cursed with fat legs and thighs. I figured it would take very little effort on my part to get him to make a play for me. Before I could set something up with the minister, he took a sabbatical for the summer to attend classes at his seminary. Needless to say when I found out I said "Oh Shit" Then I began to think the man who made me hot for the minister was George, and it was George that I wanted to be with, but he lived far away in Greece. Little did I comprehend at the time that my fantasy story would turn in to reality with my Greek E-mail friend. When the urge to be with George became so great that I would "cum" reading his letters, I knew I had to somehow get to Greece and personally see the man I had decided was my own "Greek God." I finally worked up the courage; I would fly to Greece and be with him. I knew what I wanted to happen, but you know it doesn't always work out the way you want. I made my first phone call to George and asked if he would be open to a visit from me. His answerer was an enthusiastic "Yes." He was as anxious to see me as I was to see him. We set a date, and he said he could get a week's vacation or all the time we needed. I sold some of my stocks and made air and hotel arrangements. I told Hubby I was going to a writers' convention. Hubby and I had not had sex in ages, and I suspected he had feelings about my trip. He did not however, ask questions and wished me a pleasant trip. In past mailing I told George I could be old enough to be his Mother. He said he loved older women dearly and told me a story about a 61-year old widow he had an affair with. It was a beautiful story that I am looking forward to writing in the future. So early on he knew about our age difference. I am one of the fortunate women who happen to have young age genes, and I have been told I look much younger than I am. In these mailing I had included recent pictures of myself, and he seemed quite pleased with what he saw. With all the pictures we had sent each other, we knew exactly what we looked like. I arrived one day earlier than I told George so that I could catch up from jet lag, have my hair done, and get a first-class facial. I needed the break after an eleven-hour flight to Athens and then an hour flight to Kavala in northeast Greece. When George arrived at the Asterias hotel in Kavala, I was waiting for him in the lobby. I could see that he was just like he described himself, five-foot eleven, a handsome man in his mid-thirties. His hair was brown and black, and he had a beautiful tan. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt, with a couple of buttons open at the neck, which allowed his ample hairy chest and large biceps a maximum exposure. I knew my five foot seven height and 145 pound weight would make us a nice looking couple, that is if you did not examine me too closely. He was so much more handsome than his pictures, and the long lingering kiss he gave me was better than I had ever had. His kiss let me know he was pleased with what he saw. I was dressed in a short skirt, hose, and a comfortable blouse. The skirt allowed me to best show off my great legs and most of my thighs. A gal has to show her best features, and heaven knows my best features are limited. I melted at his touch, but I didn't want to fall in bed with him before we had even talked and gotten comfortable with each other. He sensed my feelings and suggested a light dinner at a small near by restaurant that was famous for their "Souvlaki Sandwich," which is the hamburger of Greece. At home I would call them the Cadillac of Pita sandwiches. We walked the short distance holding hands and talked as if we had always known each. George had a good athletic walk and he kept in shape with his hikes and mountain biking when he wasn't racing around in his motorcycle. The restaurant was just like he said and the Souvlaki sandwiches were excellent. The Greek dry red wine we had slid smoothly down my throat, and the pleasant buzz relaxed me. Without saying it we both did not want to overeat and have bloated tummies for what was to follow, so we declined dessert. After eating we sipped the remainder of the red wine while we smoked on Camel cigarettes. George told me he would teach me all about the merits of Greek wine and how to choose a restaurant that served its own. George suggested a ride on his new BMW 1150 GS Motorbike. He said he would like to show me some of his city. I had never ridden on one and wondered how I would do in a short skirt. I notice other women were riding behind their men, and they had one hand holding down the skirt and the other hugging their date. I did the same. I enjoyed holding his solid body as the light wind swirled around me, and he showed me the sights of his beautiful city. The ride was an adventure in itself and the vibration from the motor was doing strange things to my clit. Maybe that was part of his plan, but I really didn't need stimulation, as I was more than ready. The cooling breeze up my skirt was striking my moist panties combating my hot vagina. Gosh it felt really great. I do believe my vagina was winning the battle as it cooled very little. I suggested we go back to the hotel and he immediately turned in that direction. I hung on to his hard body even tighter, as he showed me what the BMW could do. Most of the two wheelers I saw were of the motor scooter variety and we got envious looks. I mentioned this to George, and he said, "They were looking at your legs that went all the way up." I liked what he said. In the room we hugged and kissed, and he slowly started removing my clothes. At the same time I was in a frenzy to remove his. We both were finally undressed and just stood looking at each other. As my nipples got hard and stood upright, I could tell by his beautiful large erect penis he was pleased. To me George's legs were very hairy, just as I had seen in his pictures. I couldn't wait to rub my smooth legs against his. Looking at his erect penis I jokingly asked him it there was a Centaur in his immediate family tree. He just grinned and said, "I only inherited the horse-like good parts of this mythical half-man half-horse being." He continued with, "As you know the Centaurs were know to be bad guys who roamed about raping the women, and when they smelled wine they really got wild." I said, "I hope you can hold your wine, and if you think you need to rape me please do, that is if you feel you can meet the challenge." I do believe his penis got stiffer, and the head really bulged out slightly larger than his shaft. I knew he would be a tight fit and might cause me a little discomfort at first, but my lust for him overcame my nervousness. I found myself being grabbed and carried to the king sized bed. He started running his hands and tongue over my body, all the while telling me how beautiful my body and legs were. He didn't touch my pussy right away, and I was going crazy wanting him to get to my center. I reached for his cock wanting to taste him. When I sucked him into my mouth, I realized how big he really was and how good he tasted. It had been years since I had tasted my husband's member. I was really enjoying myself when he asked me to stop. He said it was time for real fun, and started to turn me over wanting to enter me in the Greek style. I stopped him and asked, "If you agree to starting our sex in the missionary style, you can later change and do it in any way you desire. I want to watch your facial expressions and kiss you." He agreed and said, "I will be a good instructor and will be gentle introducing you to the pleasures of rear entry" When I was comfortable on my back I spread my legs and asked him to be extra gentle. He had a puzzled look on his face. I explained that I was childless and had not had sex in months, and before that only with my average-sized husband. In addition, I had been doing my Kegel exercises faithfully in order to present to him a snug, inviting pussy. He said, "Oh you precious darling. Thank you for your present, and, yes, I will take it slow and easy until you adjust to me." Smiling he said, "After that you had better hang on." He positioned at my entrance and wiped the head of his penis in the juices that were leaking out of my pussy. When his large head was coated, he slowly pressed his head against my outer portals. I could feel my pussy being pushed in like a hand was forcing itself against me. Finally his head gained entry and slid in, stopping just past the portals. I could feel a hurt sting as the head of his penis gouged into my tight sphincter. His large head and my tight pussy gave us both wild erotic feelings. After holding this position a while I said, "Please go in some more," and his slow entrance was making me feel wonderful. The stinging sensation subsided, I and could feel my tightness grabbing hold of him, as he slowly pushed in full depth with me moaning incoherent words and twisting my head back and forth in an uncontrolled passion. He was saying how good I felt, and I was trying to say, "George, my darling," between moans. He was in control, and I loved it. After a prolonged period of his slow long masculine strokes, he reached down and started to play with my clit. It didn't take long before I was flying. My hips started to gyrate, and I was meeting his down strokes with a firm upward thrust. I managed to say, "George, my Dear, I am hanging on." Then I felt his penis swell to a new and wonderful dimension. With the tight fit I could feel his cum throb down his shaft and squirt against tender spots that have never been touched before. His release of cum was a grand event for me, and I cried out in joy. Soon we both climaxed, me letting loose with the best climax of my life, a wonderful feeling, a glorious feeling I had never experienced before. When we calmed down all I could say was "WOW." His reaction was "Let's rest and see if we can do it again later." I was ready, but not ready. By now the excitement of my first real sex, the long airplane flight, and the sensation of feeling like a middle age virgin took their toil. To put it bluntly my pussy was sore, and it needed a rest. I said " How about a cigarette?" We both lit, smoked, and gently rubbed our legs together, reveling in the touch of each other. I loved the feel of his soft hairy legs against me and enjoyed looking at our bodies side by side. My legs, in contrast, were void of hair. A beautiful sight it was. His dark Mediterranean skin and my light complexion highlighted both the oneness and the separateness between us. When he asked me to sit between his legs, I was surprised, but willing to do anything to please him. When I was seated with my back against his chest, he reached around and started playing with my breast. I felt the warmth rising again in my still burning body. He did know how to use his hands. First he would push my boobs together using his glorious fingers to pinch and pull my nipples, while massaging them in a milking fashion. I was really enjoying the attention when he asked me to turn over and saddle his body...I must have had a question in my eyes because he said he wanted a little "R & R." Now I really had a question. "What on earth is an "R & R?" He laughed and said, "Don't you remember the story of Romulus and Remus and how they were suckled by a she wolf?" I said, "Yes, I remembered the story but what does that have to do with us?" George laughed again and said do what he said, and I would see. So I straddled his body and let my breasts hang down. He propped his head on a pillow and started to suckle first on one breast then the other. It was so exciting I could feel it all the way to my toes. Then I looked between my legs and noticed a little movement of his penis, so I moved between his legs and took his semi limp pleasure into my mouth and tasted the wonderful blend of our first sex. As I sucked and licked him, he started to harden. I continued my sucking and licking his member until finally he exploded in me. Boy o Boy did I have to gulp, and I almost gagged. I was in the mood for more sex with my centaur stallion, but my pussy was too sore to continue. I explained my condition to George and asked if we could hold off till morning, and then he could do whatever he wanted with me. I told him that my labia was swollen, my sphincter was stinging, and felt like it was open and gasping for a breath of cooling air. I do believe George was not too disappointed, as he had put on a royal performance and had cum numerous times. Yes we both have had a long hard day. I then took a long warm soaking bubble bath, luxuriating in the gentle waters that my well-broken-in pussy needed. George took a shower and then got in the tub with me teasing me as he dribbled water on the exposed parts of my body and slowly soaping my skin. After a while we got out and dried each other. Going to bed nude, we cuddled like a pair of nested spoons and fell asleep till early morning. Being an early riser, I woke up and noticed that George was sleeping on his stomach. His well-rounded butt was ripe for my mischief. I gave one cheek of his ass a good slap and then followed with another resounding slap on the other cheek. Boy O Boy did he react. He looked at me and said, "You #$%^&* Bitch, so you want games this early?" With that the wrestling match began. At first I thought I was holding my own, but he was just playing with me to get my pussy all worked up and moist and juicy. It worked! I was hoping that doing it "Greek Style" was more than me just looking at the mattress while he pumped away When he was fully aroused, he rolled me over on my stomach and told me to get on my knees and spread my legs. He got his nose in my pussy and started a slow lick, stopping at my clitoris changed from licking to sucking my clitoris in and out, like the magic button was fucking his lips. Coming out for a breather, he then worked on my inner thighs. I was in emotional heaven. I had spread my legs real wide to ease the pressure on the walls of my tingling pussy. Then he entered me Greek style. Yes, I was still sore, but the feel of his penis gave me pleasure that quickly overcame any previous soreness, especially after his large head passed my inner labia. This time he pumped slowly taking his time, slowly massaging my nipples, my clit, inner thighs, and pussy. It was strange that his hands appeared to come from nowhere, adding to the erotica of the act. What I enjoyed most was that as his penis went in deeper, it brought different areas of my vagina into contact with his stroking penis. You know I don't remember looking at the sheet as my eyes were shut, and I was fantasying that I was being taken by one of the mythical centaurs in Greek mythology. George's hairy legs rubbing against my smooth thighs and his horse-like endowment just added to the sensation. I was enjoying him so much I didn't want it to stop, but like all good sex it ended in another mind-blowing orgasm. What a wonderful way to start the second day with my lover, and a great lover he was. George suggested that we have our breakfast sent up and eat on our private balcony. I asked if we were going to have a typical Greek breakfast and he said, "This hotel is know for their fine foods, but let's save the Greek meals till later." That was fine with me. We had room service bring up sweet rolls, hard boiled eggs, and lots of coffee. I asked George to tell me more about his work as a race-car photographer and he related some very interesting tales of his travels. With our second cup of coffee we lit up and enjoyed the sights and sounds of a beautiful city waking up. George suggested, "In order to save you a big hotel bill and me a lot of traveling, why don't you spend the remainder of your stay with me." I replied that I budgeted for the hotel, but now we can spend the money for other things. When I checked out, I made arrangement for my suitcases to be sent to George's apartment, as our transportation for the day was his BMW. I noticed that most of the people in town used motor scooters for their transportation needs, and it was quite common to see a man and woman both riding together. I knew today is going to be a great sexation! Oops I mean vacation. George had a second floor apartment that really surprised me when I entered, as it was very tidy. I make a complimentary comment, and George said, "Eleni comes over once a week and cleans up the place." He had told her when I was coming, so she did great job, even cleaning out the refrigerator. As we were talking and breaking in the apartment with hugs and kisses, there was a knock on the door. George answered and said "Hi Eleni, come on in and say hello to Rosehip, my friend from Texas." It appeared she knew all about me and handed me a plate covered with a small white towel. She said in Greek, "Kalimeeral! (Good Morning), and I hope you enjoy your stay." George did the translation as she spoke, and in turn I took the cover off and saw a breakfast cake covered with pecans. The dough of the cake had the appearance of some stateside ready to bake buns. I smiled and thanked her. Eleni said, "It is called Paximathia (Breakfast Toast). When ready to eat just slice and finish baking." She said George knew how, and with a sinuous smile and a wink at George, she said goodbye and left. Email from Greece Ch. 01 She was a couple of inches shorter than me, a little overweight, but not big and broad. George had told me she was 61. Her gray hair reached down and touched her large breasts. I could readily tell that underneath her loose fitting house dress was a figure that would delight any man. Then it occurred to me that George in one of his mailing had told of the many affairs he had with a woman that fit Eleni's description, and one of his fantasies was to have a ménage a trois with her and another woman. I wondered if I was to be the other woman in his fantasy? When she winked at George did that mean approval of me? Gosh I sure have a fun-loving suspicious mind. To Be Continued... Is George Real? Is This Story True? All That Will Be Told In Part Two Email from Greece Ch. 02 Prologue Rosehip has flown to Greece to meet her E-Mail friend George. After the fascinating and electrifying sex that she was seeking, George suggests that she spend the rest of her vacations lodging with him. While staying at his apartment she meets Elena, his housekeeper, and Rosehips suspects, also his lover. This part two might be more fun to read if you would read part ONE first…Rosehip * A lot happened to me on my weeklong stay with George in his wonderful city of Thessalonica. Instead of trying to tell you everything. I will relate some of the events I experienced the last two days of my wonderful visit. One morning after a breakfast of Paximathia toast, cheese and coffee, George told me he was going out of town on a photo assignment and should be back the next day. He said perhaps Elena would keep me company and the two of us could go shopping. I thought it would be a welcome break from the fast lane with him. George left and shortly thereafter Elena came over and asked if I would like to go out for shopping and lunch. I smiled and said "I liked the idea of being with her for the day as I was beginning to think of her as a close friend." I thought to myself never in my life has any woman been this close to me. Here we are fucking the same man and we are not jealous of each other. I guess it helped that she knew I would be leaving Greece soon. We did some light shopping and continued on to the restaurant she frequently went to. I mentioned George told me he would teach me how to find a restaurant known for its good wine. Most Greek restaurants bought their wine by the barrel and aged it themselves. She said, "It is really quite simple to know without tasting it. Look at the customers, are they having a good time and are they ordering their wine by the pitcher?" Sounded good to me as the restaurant recommended by George was crowded and there were many pitchers on the tables. We entered and some of the guys greeted Elena and looked me over. Elena smartly took a table for two to help keep away the hustlers. We ordered salads, bread and glasses of the house red wine. Boy, was I surprised when I got my salad. On top of the salad was a slab of Feta cheese about one half inch thick and roughly four by four square. At home I would have some crumbled Feta cheese on top of the salad. Elena gladly took the cheese I could not eat. I must say the salad was good and the wine excellent. We did not mind when one of Elena and George's friends came to our table with his pitcher of wine and refilled our glasses. He was over six feet tall and quite lean but in excellent shape. You could tell he worked outdoors. His muscles were well developed. Elena said he had his own commercial fishing boat and he and his crew would go as far as the Azores to fish. His physique was not the show variety you might develop with weights but from hauling in nets and lobster traps. When he came back he was really horny and would fuck most anything that would let him even though he fucked a couple of his regulars in the Azores and Gibraltar. I guess he was about George's age. He asked about George and Elena said he might be in later, even though we knew he was not expected till tomorrow. Elena introduced us and I found out his name was Chris. Chris pointed to a booth where a large blond woman was seated and he said that he would appreciate it if we join them for a few glasses of wine. He continued with that they had just met and he felt that our female companionship would help relax his new friend. We saw no harm in going over to his booth and sat opposite them. Chris said she was a solo tourist from Germany and could only speak a little Greek so Chris translated for us. Her name was Katrina and she said in Greek call me Kat. Even sitting down you could tell that she was a large well-developed woman. She had on a white blouse that was really filled out. Her face was the firm no nonsense type, strong, with blue eyes hiding under a large forehead. Surprisingly her complection was clear and pale, probably due to her night work. Her blond hair was braided and wrapped around her head. During our difficult conservation, we learned she was traveling solo and visiting Turkey and Greece only stopping at places that interested her. She also said she was part owner of a beer hall in Munich and waited on the tables herself in order to stay close to her customers. They got up to dance and as they were leaving, Elena and I stared at Kat's exceptional figure. I told Elena she was truly the stereotype of a strong Bavarian barmaid you would expect to see in a robust German beer garden carrying a huge tray of beer mugs over her head. Elena and I now had a chance to gossip about her. We figured she was about thirty or so. Elena said "I bet Chris tries to get in tonight." I asked "What do you mean, tries to get in." She said "look at them dancing," I did and noticed Chris had a bulge that was huge and was trying to rub it against Kat. Then Elena said "He is a super stud and neither one of us would want to get involved with him." I said, "What do you mean?" Elena said, "Five years ago when I was really hot to trot, we went to my apartment, drank a little, kissed, fondled and were ready to get with it. As he was disrobing with his back to me I noticed in the mirror his penis was monstrous. Gosh it really frightened me as I have never been stretched by motherhood and I knew if he tried to get it in me I would surely be hurt." I said no and he understood as this was not the first time he had been refused entry. In fact he said only a few women would have him and they were all large older mothers. Chris had told me the only way he could get in a woman was not to let them know how big he was and to slowly enter without them seeing it. His technique was to make sure the woman was well lubricated, go ever so slow, with lots of soothing complements and foreplay. By the time the women really realized what was going on it was too late as he passed the difficult port of entry. Most of the women seeing his penis after the intercourse said they would have never allowed him to have sex with her if they knew beforehand how huge he was. Elena said she would tell me more about him tonight and it was quite involved and in the mean time be defensive, as he is a Devil. That really made me curious. As she was talking I was becoming aroused and caught myself looking at Elena so intensely I failed to notice her hand gently massaging my thigh and slowly moving towards my vagina. The look on her face was one of asking if it was okay? I nodded and softly said "yes, but we better hold off as our friends are returning. Let's see what happens later" They came back, sat down and drank some more, and returned to the dance floor. I did not want to pick up from where we were as I was a little uneasy with my new strange emotion. I said "You told me that Chris was a Devil, What did you mean?" Elena said that when Chris and George were out on one of their drunken outings, Chris told in detail of his affairs with women. He said "Those who say seducing a virgin is the ultimate pleasure are mistaken. I had to give that up in my early teens when I really started to enlarge. It became messy and sometimes her parents would find out. If the father of the defrocked virgin started to give my Dad any trouble, my Dad settled the matter by beating him up. My father would then take me away on one of his extended fishing trips in order to be away while things cooled down. On these trips Dad would tell me how to handle women. Some of his girl friends thought it amusing that he would let me also fuck them. On one occasion we had a Mother /Daughter orgy. This stopped when I became larger than he was, guess I was fifteen then. He made me hustle women on my own, as he did not want me stretching his women. When I was sixteen I was putting into practice what Dad had taught me and seduced one of my married schoolteachers. The sex was especially good when I discovered the ultimate pleasure is being the first to seduce a married woman. It was really good when she was attractive, and had never thought of being with another man and was a virgin at marriage. A woman whose husband trusted her completely. You knew you were a really a winner when she wanted more. Being a Bad Boy you never had to buy them gifts or send flowers as they were ready to bear your child, and I must say that I sired many of the children in Thessalonica and elsewhere. Knowing you made a "Cuckold" of her husband was like being a Roman soldier of old who just slaughtered the men of a town and was now ravishing one of the women. You were now her husbands superior whether he was dead or alive. I said "Wow! He is a Devil," and with that we got up to leave. Chris was kissing Kat's neck and we said to them we had to leave in order to be home when George arrived even though we did not expect him until tomorrow. We took a taxi home even though it was a short distance, as we did not want to take a chance with some studs trying to pick us up as we both a bit tipsy. . At George's house we continued our intimate talk and I was really enjoying being able to talk to a fellow woman about sex. I had never been this close to a woman and I was savoring my new freedom of expression. Something was drawing me close to Elena. I wondered if I was becoming bi-sexual. No matter how hard I tried not to think of what happened between Elena and myself at the restaurant, I knew I was emotionally trapped and I must go on to the next step. Somehow we found ourselves facing each other and Elena asked if I wanted to continue. I answered with a soft yes, not realizing what this unknown emotion had in store for me. I then resigned myself to the fact I was becoming bisexual. We hurriedly undressed down to our bras, stopped and looked at each other, as if to ask "are we really going through with this?" Our winks and smiles to each other said "Yes". We then took everything off. Standing close together we examined each other and our looks coming to rest looking into each other's eyes. Elena had never seen a woman with shaved armpits, much less a shaved pussy. She did not shave. Her pubic hair covered a wide area but it was not so dense as you could see her milky white skin through her pubic hairs. Her voluptuous breasts were capped with soft protruding nipples in turn were circled with tan areolas. Something drew us together; I lowered my self-an inch or two and with an upward motion wiped her full soft breasts with my semi-firm "C" cup breasts. I could feel one of my hardened nipples drag up coming to rest in the softness of her areola. My other nipple was on her nipple. Very slowly we pressed our curious nipples together. Elena's softer nipple yielded to my rigid mini like a nipple penis that slowly gouged and invaded the softness of her bosom. As I withdrew a little, her nipple followed from its inverted position and I lovingly pressed it back, again and again we enjoyed this new sensation. It was erotic watching and feeling her nipple pop out and then be inverted as it retreated to its new nest. Her nipple was becoming firmer and this added to our pleasure. We were both near climaxing when Elena grabbed me with her strong arms and pulled us together. The feel of her malleable bosom flowing around and completely engulfing my bosom was more than I could bear. It was as if Greek Octopi were wrapping themselves around my breasts. I tried to wiggle my chest but her bosom securely immobilized it. The only body movement we could do was grind our pusses together, The feel of Elena's pubic hairs rubbing against my shaved vagina sent shock waves through my body. This in addition to the feel of my breasts now engulfed by her bosom was a most erotic feeling and my knees started to weaken. I wanted to take this woman to bed now and do something, what I did not know. I had never been with a woman before and I did not care if this might be considered a lesbian act or me being bi-sexual, I did not care. It was a pleasure I had never experienced before and I so wanted it to last. I needed Elena to teach me. My pleasure was interrupted by the sound of George pounding on the front door saying "Surprise I am home early." I said to myself "Oh dam, not now George" We quickly dressed and let him in, sorry to say this was the first time I was not happy to see him. Elena said, Time for me to leave", and George gave her a kiss on the cheek. ` The weather was unseasonably warm and George's apartment became uncomfortable. He suggested a short ride to a nearby mountain, know for its cooling evening ocean breeze. We were able to use a seven seat Opel Zafira van owned by the company George worked for. It was roomy with lots of room for the two of us since the center row of seats were removed to make easy loading and transport of their equipment. We traveled up the mountain to a scenic overview and enjoyed a great panoramic view of the ocean. The almost full moon, cool breeze, and with Georges arms around me I was ready. George suggested we move to the bench seat in the rear. With the doors open the temperature was right and his magical hands started to do their work. Slowly we undressed each other and could have fucked in the van. I wanted to please George and suggested we do it his way first and perhaps later we could do it face to face. He grinned and we got out of the van. Being a weekday we were the only ones at this overlook. I knew what to do and bent over to brace my self against the van. From past experience with George I knew it was best he entered me before the head of his penis was fully hard and his ridge was still soft and spongy. The protruding regal crown would compress a little as the taper of his head forced it way past my still tight vagina lips. Once in past the portals, my sphincter finally gave up and allowed his large head to enter my vagina shaft. By now he was full hard and I could feel the firm crown of his penis wiping my inner vagina. The sensation on my G-spot was unbelievable. The head of his penis wiped back and forth across my G-spot and other tender areas. I was again in multiple orgasms. Once in me and past my sphincter his full-hardened penis did not hurt and the piston like feature of his penis gave me great pleasure as it again explored the depth of my moist inner vagina. About ten minutes into our lovemaking the distant light of an approaching car started to illuminate us. In our panic George attempted a fast withdrawal with his still swollen penis. The pull out was more difficult than anything I had ever experienced as he was trying to pull out with a full erection. As George was pulling I could feel the pull on my sphincter and it hurt. The kingly crown of his bloated penis had caught on my sphincter. Then when I felt like my pussy could be drawn out no further there was a loud popping sound and pain. I gave a shrill vocal yell, something between a scream and a moan. At the time the popping sound was not funny and I hurt like crazy. This was the first time he withdrew still erect. George said "Sounded like a loud pussy fart to me". A remark I did not deem humorous at the time and still don't. We quickly got back into the van and closed the sliding door, Fortunately it was on the side away from the approaching car. We sat low and started to laugh nervously at almost getting caught, luckily it was not the park police as we were still nude. The car drove on past probably going to the top of the mountain. George gently massaged my hurt pussy like he was moving it back in position. This only rekindle my desire to have him back inside me. I positioned myself in the rear seat. I was again feeling wonderful spurts of tingling heat in me and I so wanted him. George knelt on the car floor and started to suck and tongue my clitoris. I could hear the slurping and George grabbed a towel to wipe some of the cream off his face. I believe I was as bit too juicy for him. He rose and said "let's go outside and do it my way." As I was wiping my twat, I was fantasying that when the moonlight hit him he would turn into a "Centaur", you know, the mythical half-man half-horse being. These four legged half man, half horse brutes would rape women and I was in the mood to be ravished by George. Gosh this week has really turned me into a one sexy broad. Out of the van I bent over Greek style and used my hands to brace myself against the Van. I knew my previous hurt was not over and I would feel some of it again, but I was so wanting I didn't care. I wanted him now. I said "Now George, Do it now or I will rip it off and cram it in me." Yes, he got the message and really worked me over. Never in my life had I experienced such pleasure. The hurt was a good hurt, not like the hurt of a defrocked virgin but the erotic pain of pleasure. I was feeling both pain and pleasure and I knew the pain was only increasing my ecstasy. Silly as it may sound now that is how it was to me. I knew at the time it was a once in a lifetime pleasure that could never be repeated. Soon I was overcome with a monstrous orgasm and George stopped stroking and waited until I came down from my high and started pumping again. He was so good and really cared. I was truly enjoying it. At the same time I did all I could to make sure he was enjoying me. We were sitting in the van and just finished smoking and cooling down when the car retuned. Still not sure if it was the police we got low and were surprised when the small car parked close next to us leaving about a five foot passage between the cars. Boy, were we surprised when Chris and Kat got out. Chris looked at our van and said to Kat, "I believe that is George's company van, I bet that they hiked up the mountain a bit and are shacking up." A large tree shaded the windows in the rear of our van, but the bright moon illuminated the new car and the area between the cars. We did not let our presence be known as we knew we were in for a visual treat. We could hear every word they said. Chris told Kat that if they got between the cars that would not be seen by passing cars. Chris slowly took off her clothes exposing one big woman with huge firm breasts that only sagged a little. They appeared to enjoy being set free from the prison of her bra. The nipples were proportionally as large and we could almost see them growing firm and hard in the light of an almost full moon. Gosh her nipples really stuck out, I bet Chris thought he was sucking on small thumbs when he did them their duty. Her hips were broad joining her two heavy thighs and her tummy was full and firm, yet not huge resulting in a artistic transition between her chesty bosom and hips. At about five feet eight this Nordic Amazon would present a challenge that only a few men would attempt to satisfy. As they were kissing Chris released her braids and they fell down past her nipples. George whispered to me, "I would hate to try to satisfy her, as I believe she would make me feel like a little boy." Ever since this afternoon, I fanaticized about seeing the possible sex between them. I had told George that I had wished I could be a little mouse in the corner of the room watching them fucking. George said "I think you are going to get to see what you fanaticized about." We could see Chris's face enjoying the pleasure of one nipple, then the other. Even from where we were you could hear him slurping. One of his hands disappeared in her bush and appeared to be gently massaging her clitoris. After a while Chris got on his knees and thrust his face into her blonde bush. I was visualizing him lightly biting the lobes of her pussy and then ramming his tongue in her vagina, stroking as deep as his tongue would go. That was probably what was happening as she was really howling. A few minutes later he settled down and just licked and sucked until she was mad with desire. Gosh, her moans were really getting me hot again, but I was satisfied to sit this one out and be a voyeur. Email from Greece Ch. 02 I suspected a good performance was about to begin and I did not want to miss a scene. George placed a towel under my butt as I was leaking on him. Gee I so wanted George in me, but I did not want to miss out on what was going on. I knew later on we would have our own private show. We talked in whispers and George translated what they said. Fortunately Kat could speak some Greek. As they were kissing Chris was removing his shirt exposing his lean muscular belly and hairless chest. Chris was much taller and in the moonlight the contrast of his muscular leanness and her robust full figure was very erotic. Moving behind her Chris removed his trousers exposing what I first thought to be the head of a baseball bat. No wonder he did not want her to see it as it frightened me. The head of his penis seemed to be smaller than the shaft, which I guess was advantageous when you are huge and attempt to enter a tight pussy. We could see Chris maneuver her into the rear entry position and appear to wipe the head of his penis up and down her pussy to get it well lubricated as she continued pleasant moans and said things in German we did not understand, but knew what she meant. By now he was fully nude exposing his tanned muscular body. Slowly he entered the head of his penis all the time massaging her tummy and telling her how wonderful she was. I was getting hot and sweaty and somehow knew what Kat was experiencing. It appeared that Kat realized the pressure of his penis trying to gain entrance as she was beginning to struggle and inadvertently allowed him to gain a little entrance. Now the very fat portion of his shaft was in position to really battle her firm sphincter. It was like a castle under siege and a massive battling ram was pounding the gate of the castle. Somehow I was also felling the pressure and erotic pain as Chris and continued his to push and apply pressure, only occasionally did he pause. To get a firm grip, Chris had grasped handful of flesh on the outside of Kat's milky white thighs which now appeared bruised. I had two of my fingers in my pussy and had to bit my lip to keep from moaning. Kat bellowed "God in Hummel, what are you doing to me." Chris, being the shit head he was, bent over her back released his grip on her thighs and grabbed her long braids and pulled back bringing her butt towards him, thus, forcing his big rod deeper in her impaled pussy. She let out a loud hurtful moan as the large tapered shaft of his penis continued stretching as it traveled deeper into the depths of pussy land. Being so close I almost collapsed in George's arms. We could see that his long penis was about halfway in her vagina passage probably stretching her to limits she never before experienced. Chris then waited and hung on to her braids as she was cursing and trying to dislodge him. Her feet were pounding the pavement and I said to myself Chris had better watch out or he will have a crushed foot. Chris sensed the danger and he jerked her braids and screamed "Shut up and settle down you Teutonic bitch, you know your huge pussy can take it," and at the same time he must of pushed in a little deeper. Chris took this magnificent Viking like beauty as a challenge, and continued his forced entry. Now in all the way his large tapered shaft was at its maximum diameter at her sphincter, which must have been as taunt as a violin string. She was screeching like she was singing a high pitched Wagner Opera. It reminded me of the singing in the movie "Apocalypse Now" when the helicopters were attacking a village and the Colonel played "Flight of the Valcaries" over the loudspeakers. They must have climaxed as Chris had released her braids. It appeared he was out of his masochist mood. Her screeching mellowed to sounds of pleasure as his penis softened. Katie's vagina still held his semi hard penis like she wanted more. She had become fully dilated and a sensation of lustful pleasure had come over her. They kept their Greek position and soon Kats hips started to gyrate, at first slow and then suddenly turning violent catching Chris off guard almost bending his shaft. She was letting him know her needs and now it was up to Chris to play the roll of a good stud and truly satisfy this magnificent Teutonic Beauty. She stood up releasing her pussy grip on his penis and with strength he did not know she possessed she grabbed him and pulled him towards the car. With her back to their car she grabbed his thighs with a grip that make Chris moan. Kat bellowed out "Now my Greek Fuck Master, Now I want you to do your best or I will rip out your pride and joy." As Chris was trying to figure out what was happening she released her thigh grip on him and grasped his ears, pulled him towards her juicy pussy. In in a loud accented voice she said "Suck, lick, and swallow me clean and gently massage my bruised Clitoris or I will drag your face in the gravel" After about fifteen minutes of Chris's slurping she pulled him up, and now she gripped the sides of his belly pulling him up and firmly against her. Again she cursed him and said "Now give me a good face to face German style fucking." It was hard to tell who was fucking who…Chris was bouncing on Kat's firm belly and at the same time trying to suck a tit. It was quite a sight. From what we observed I bet Chris and Kat had the best fuck of both their lives. Later when both again climaxed and their movements died down we could see that they were perspiring and the droplets of sweat dripping from Kats nipples sparkled in the moonlight like little pearls. Chris started to hug Kat and was kissing her breasts, when Kat pushed him back. It appeared that her passion was over and she realized what happened, she yelled "I am now too large you SOB Greek Freak. Look, you just ruined my snatch. Now I will be too large for my boy friends back in Munich, You dam Greek bastard." Chris convinced her that she was not bleeding and unless he fucked her daily for a week or more she would have nothing to worry about. He suggested some exercises that would tighten her before she retuned home. With that he threw her a towel. The end of our show was watching the two of them towel down which was quite a performance in itself. The wiping of her bosom and his penis was erotic and stimulating for us. They put on their clothes and left with Kat expounding guttural and foul sounds in German. I asked George to find out if Chris and Kat would again get together and to email me the details. The episode we watched really got us turned on and I took George on the back seat this time missionary style, well, that is how we stared and I believe we did every position you could do in a Opel van. At least it was for me and I suspected George knew of many more. One of the positions George asked me do was for him to get on his back and for me to sit on his pelvis, with my back towards his chest and straddled his hips It was easy for him to enter as I was well lubricated. George asked me to lean forwards as far as I could. Not being very lean I garbed George's legs for help. His angle of penetration was being dramatically changed and I experienced a sensation unknown to me. I then rocked back and forth grabbing on to his hairy legs for support. George used his arms to help me support my hips and help with my rocking. Poor George, being immobilized beneath me I almost ruptured him with my gyrations when I climaxed. Shortly after a few more strokes he let lose thus ending a beautiful evening of sex. It was getting late and George had to work tomorrow so we left and stopped at an restaurant at the base of the hill. Then home to bed. No more sex that night, we were both exhausted. George was gone when Elena woke me up about noon. I got dressed and we went over to her apartment, just across the street, and had sandwiches and a Heineken. Most of the time was spent with me telling her about watching Chris and Kat up on the hill. That again brought on more talk about sex, men, and such. For reasons unknown we did not talk about our attraction for each other. Elena told me how she and George met and said, "I have never been his steady and the relationship is more like imitate friends than lovers, in fact sometimes I think of him as the son I never raised." She said she has spent more time with him going out with us than she had in a long time. Elena told me how much she was going to miss me and what were my plans when I got home. How would I face my husband? I said "When I return I plan to explain all to Hubby." Yes all in detail if that is what he wants. "I hope he is now seeing an Urologist and with any luck all he needs is a prescription for Viagra, or Testosterone shots. In either case I will tell him I went to Greece to get my battery recharged. Which I believe he knew I was going to do. Now it is his turn to get off the pot and treat me like a wife." I said, "This is what I am currently thinking and I would really appreciate it if you would help me out." With a puzzled look Elena asked what she could do. I said, "How would you like a nice escorted vacation tour of your beautiful country?" She said, "You and me ?" "No", I said, "No, even though I would love being with you. What I have in mind is you and my husband;" "This is what I have come up with to spice up the sex life of Hubby and me." Like I said, I plan to explain all to Hubby. If he is again sexually active I will ask him to also go to Greece and meet a swell lady friend of mine who has consented to show him the beauty of Greece. He can stay as long as he wants in order to match what I have done. Sort of even the score between us. When he returns we will go on a second honeymoon. As I was talking I pulled pictures of Hubby from my purse and showed them to Elaine. Elena liked what she saw and was getting hot thinking about it. With a lecherous smirk she said "Count me in." I think the selling point was she always wanted to travel and see her native Greece and be wined and dined. We talked about George's fantasy of being with two women our thoughts were like one as a plan was starting to germinate. Elena realized to night was my last night and she suggested we do something special. She said, " let's fuck the pussy hound silly, in fact we will alternate and force him into some form of sex all night long." I smiled and said "sounds wonderful," Yes as one of us rests the other will keep him going until he is thoroughly pussy whipped. We will let him know two older gals can outdo any young stud. We both laughed. I wish I could tell you how the evening went, but thinking about what happened exhaust me. Elena and I kept George active for hours and we all slept till the wee hours of the morning and Elena and I woke him up before dawn forcing George into another session. We exhausted George and he fell into a sound sleep. When we could not wake him, we looked at each other and said in unison "Shall we continue" And continue we did. I followed Elena's lead and was thankful that my first bi-sexual experience was with an experienced teacher. I was a willing student. I woke up about eleven in a panic as my plane was to leave for Athens in the afternoon and then a long flight to JFK in the afternoon, I quickly packed and then tried to wake up George or Elena to say goodbye. All I got was mumbles from George, but Elena was able to get up long enough to call me a taxi. George emailed me that Kat extended her stay another week and returned to Germany a fully sized and sated woman. George also said he and Chris had additional talks while consuming many pitchers of wine about what happened on the hill. Chris told him Kat the Super Fraunline wrote him when she returned to Munich she got involved with a fantastic stud she had always been afraid of taking on and was most happy with her new lover. Postscript. About the truth of this story. I will only tell you this: I received an email from hubby and he said "I am staying an extra week" By the way my good reader if you would like to have the recipe for Elena's "Paximathia" (Breakfast Toast) please read on. It is really easy to make and tastes good. Love You Rosehip * Greek Breakfast Toast Paximathia Makes about three small loafs. 1 and 1/4 sticks butter 2/3 cups sugar 3 eggs, two for the dough and one to brush tops and sides. 1/3 teaspoon vanilla ouzo or almond essence 2/3 cups almonds or pecans 1 and 1/3 teaspoons baking powder 2 and 1/3 cups flour Toast nuts at 300 deg F (Optional) Cream sugar and butter together. Add eggs one at a time. Add other ingredients. Knead well and divide into 3 parts and shape in flanted balls. Beat one egg well (third egg) and brush tops and sides Crush nuts and top rolls I like to add the nuts to the mixture. Bake in moderate over - 350deg - 15 minutes. May be stored in refrigerator until ready for oven toasting. When ready to eat take out and, slice and toast at 325 deg (in the oven) till crisp.. These keep well Makes three six inch diameters flat loaves. When I prepare it at home my thought are of my friends in Greece.