Summer Santa - Part 1 (Inc, M/f, MM/f) Ever since I thought about my story, I struggled to find a good place to start, without leaving events that led me to have incestuous relationships with two males in the family. After going through the sequence of events, I finally decided to start in Bulgaria where I grew up and begin with my earliest memories of sexual encounters. When I was about nine years old, I discovered that I was blessed with features that very many girls didn’t have. I knew, and I was told that I had a very pretty face. Of cause I knew my hair was dark brown, almost red and my light brown eyes looked as they were almost transparent. But it took me a while to know that men really liked were my round and full ass-cheeks and plump thighs. Although I had bigger breasts than my friends in the same age group, they were not big in anyway comparing to older girls, but they were big enough to me to hold in my palms. So in short, I was a pretty nine year old girl then. Even then, I knew my assets and didn’t hesitate to show them off to arouse boys and adults alike. There wasn’t a day that went by without a relative, friend or an older by trying to get close to me. As most relatives lived in the same township where we lived, it wasn’t uncommon to them to drop by unannounced. Often, an uncle, older cousin or even granduncles would bring gifts, sweets and sweet talk me into horseplay’s with them; sit on their laps or even hug while squeezing my ass-cheeks. I was naïve and didn’t think those acts were that bad. Thinking back, I may have had an effect on my father also then. Whenever I sat on his lap or hugged him. Often times, after he had me and my elder brother Bertram on his lap while he read a book to us or told a story, I remember feeling poked, but not knowing that much about sex then, I used to twist and turn while I was on his lap. This was the same feeling I remember feeling when I sat on male relatives laps. Jumping into the story, one noteworthy day, when I was walking home from school, a motorcycle went past me, then turned around and came to where I was. Typically, I walk home with group of others, but that day for some reason, I was late getting out of school and therefore was alone. The person who rode bike, I knew just by seeing the motorcycle. He was Boris, distant cousin who visited with us often. He worked for the post office and I knew that he ran trips between multiple offices collecting mail to take them to the bigger office in another town. “Kristine, my dear cousin! Are you going home?” he asked after stopping the motorcycle facing me. When I said “Yes” and why I was walking home alone and then offered to give me a ride on the motorcycle, and of course, I jumped on the opportunity to be on a motorcycle since I had never been on one. And I happily told him that I had never been on a motorcycle. “Since you haven’t been on a motorcycle before, I don’t want you to fall off the rear seat. Here, come and sit in front of me” He said and assisted me to get to the front and lean on him as he took off creating cloud of dust around us. If I had to sit behind him, I had to squeeze between the box that was mounted box to bike for mail delivering mail, so I got on, in front of him. It felt awesome being on a motorcycle that whizzed down the road. I felt as I had just grown wings to fly. “Do you like riding on a motorcycle” he asked pulling me closer with one hand. “Yes, I love it” I exclaimed and screamed as he picked up speed. “In that case, let me take you for a ride” he yelled into my ears as the bike took a turn into a dirt road leading towards the ruins of the old castle that situated above our township. As he steered, avoiding bumps and potholes, he pulled me closer to him again at the same time pushing himself towards me. I don’t remember if he had a hard-on at that time, but after he stopped the bike, he assisted me to the ground and the first thing he did was to hug me. I remember him murmuring some words to describe how beautiful I was as his hand reached down to squeeze my ass-cheeks. However inappropriate a guy good ten years older than me did, override words he said and the bike ride that I thought was astounding. Only thing that I remember was chuckling to his touch and not opposing. Then he tried to kiss my lips, but I turned my face away, uncertain of what to do. Nevertheless, he kept fondling my ass, kissing my face and hissed how beautiful I was. When he finally let me lose, I was disappointed that he was going to take me back, but for my delight he turned me around facing away from him and hugged my back. He hands quickly reached down to my thighs, which he caressed, ever so softly, while necking me and pushing his pubic onto me. That must have been the first time that I clearly noticed men developing a bulge that could give a poking sensation. After few minutes, he let me lose again, but this time he unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock as I watched in horror. My initial thought was that he was going to hurt me in some way, but as he took his cock out right in front of my eyes, as I looked in utter surprise, disbelieving that a man’s cock can ever be that long or thick. I was naïve and didn’t think for a moment that Boris developed the hard-on when he touched and fondled me. “See this. I have never gotten like this by touching another girl. This is all because of you” he said holding it right at me. “Here, come and touch it” he said softly, taking my hand and placing it on his cock, under his hand. I didn’t know what to do, but felt as his cock was live as it pulsed, throb and jerk in my hand. But before long, he had my both hands circling his rod and guided me to give him a hand-job. I did just that, never taking my eyes off his amazing tool that looked so marvelous. It glistened, leaked gooey pre-cum (I know now), his big purple head even became larger as his entire pole got stiffer. It jerked as Boris made few animals cries before long string of white liquid shot out of its only eye. He kissed me after and I let him. Although Boris insisted on spending more time, I knew that I had to be home soon; therefore he dropped me off right by our house. That was my first ever sexual encounter at the age of nine. Other such occasions must have existed in the past, but I can’t remember all details. The incident that I remember bits and pieces of happened when I was even younger than nine. I remember one granduncle picking me up and making me sit on his lap. I also remember him doing something to make me jiggle my butt on his lap. At one time, he had one hand holding my knees together and I vaguely remember feeling something between my thighs that slipped within as I jiggled. I also remember him taking a handkerchief off his front pocket and placing it under my skirt as he moaned and rocked his hips. Perhaps he fucked my thighs and came in the handkerchief, but I never saw his cock, nor was I aware that he had his cock within my thighs. Never the less, he always made me sit on his lap and made me bounce my butt, doing something or other to cause me to do so. Towards the end, he always snuck a hand with a handkerchief under my dress. So, I may have felt, but never seen an adult cock before that day. Because I mostly walked home with friends after school, Boris came over one day to our house and offered motorcycle rides to me and my brother. We both jumped in joy and even fought over who would go first, but eventually lost to my brother who went first. When they return after good forty five minutes later, I hopped on front just as I had done in previous time for my ride. I had a feeling where Boris was going to take me and I wound up being right when we headed to bushes and shrubs near the castle. Again, he did everything that he did previous time with me. One notable exception being cupping and fondling my breasts and pussy as I jerked him off till he shot his load. That day, he told me that he loved me and wanted to marry me when I grew-up. He asked if I can meet him by the castle couple of times a week, instead of having anyone reporting that he has been using the government motorcycle to give rides to girls. Even asked if I liked him and like to move to Sophia or another country in Europe where we can have a blast together after we were married. Sure, I said yes. What more can you expect from a nine year old? I liked Boris. Not because he knew how to impress girls with his sweet words, he was patient teacher, he was handsome and kind. Each time that I went to meet him at the castle, he was patient to teach me something knew. Like how to hold his cock, how to massage his sack, how to kiss, and so on. Little by little when I started to open up to him, he began to massage my pussy until I almost fainted every time. Later, he began to suck and tongue fuck me till I began to experience gigantic orgasms. I still remember the first time that Boris tongues me. That day, Boris began with forceful kisses, biting my lips, sticking his tongue into me and he increased his intensity rapidly. But he didn't rush into anything, but I was on fire getting wetter and wetter by the minute. I am sure he felt the wetness that I felt and he drove to kiss me harder, to open my mouth and let his tongue explore my mouth. His hand began running up my leg, resting on the outside of my thigh and underneath my skirt. He soon pulled my undies down and out and rubbed my little button with his thumb, sending shivers throughout my body. Then without any warnings, he kissed my pussy just as he had kissed my lips, giving me level of pleasure that I had never experienced. When Boris licked the length of my pussy, gently, he instantly had my body shudder and I moaned receiving incredible pleasure that was beyond my imagination. His tongue swirled inside me, licking deeply. His tongue worked hard, tasting my depths and providing delicious pleasure along the walls of my pussy. I remember my legs wrapping around Boris’s neck, when my pussy tighten around the tongue inside of me. Boris quickened the pace of his thrusts and his oral efforts as I bucked in pleasure and moaned as my pussy exploded like a dam sending river of juice into his mouth. Boris licked me to another climax before he placed his long tool between my pussy folds and fucked within till both of us climaxed. He also loved my little breasts and said him massaging them frequently would promote them to get bigger, which I thought was great. But his hands always did something magical to my body and I went home after being with him in daze. I can’t remember when we actually moved inside the castle for our plays, but by then, we used to peel off all our cloths and enjoy whatever we did to the fullest. Although, his cock had not come near my pussy, he used to hold me from behind to fuck my thighs. Of course his cock always parted my little pussy lips, but nothing more. It took him another few months to press it inside, without even asking me first. That day, he had me on the ground face down and began to glide his cock between my pussy lips. I was wet and leaking juice like a river at the time, trying to cope with an orgasm. I felt his cock-head knocking at the entrance, but I didn’t pay much attention, or too busy to pay attention. When I felt his hips pushing forward, I tried to resist, but his head was inside my pussy by that time and it felt amazingly good. I moaned as my orgasm got a huge boost with his cock-head within me. His head moved in and out, perhaps more in than out. Then a quick shove by Boris gave me great deal of pain, causing me to cry, but he kept fucking in and out keeping me pinned to the ground. I felt him tremble to move his hips, to drive his cock in and out of my pussy, which was hot and its walls were pulsating, although I was still trying to cope with the pain. He remained inside without moving for a bit and then he slowly slid his cock in my wet pussy back and forth again. At first, I felt tense, unsure of what to do as the pain began to subside. But within a few strokes, I melt beneath him. It felt awesome and I felt like a woman whose sole purpose was to satisfy her man. More and more of his length entered me and my pain subsided to become pleasure. My body instantly began to whimper and shudder as I began moving my hips to meet his every thrust. I tossed my head back and wrapped my legs around his waist to give him better access to fuck the daylight out of me when my body went completely numb after reaching orgasm after orgasm, but my pussy kept leaking juice till he shot his load within me, twice. I loved it. In fact, I loved it too much I tried to provoke my father more than few times when I sat on his lap to see if I can get him to fuck me. But I only succeeded in giving him a hard-on that he carried to the bathroom after pushing me off his lap. I have no recollection of anyone seeing us till I lost my cherry to Boris. But much later I found from my brother that he had been sneaking up on us for a period of time. He said what he saw had a profound effect on him and always fantasized having the opportunity to do what Boris did with me, but his revelation came much later. I knew that my brother was spying, but didn’t know for sure what he had seen or knew. Since I hadn’t started my monthly periods, Boris assured me that I couldn’t get pregnant and we fucked at least two to three times a week. Sometime more than once a day. On such occasion, Boris was fucking me from behind. Having reached multiple orgasms, I was waiting for another or Boris to finish, whichever came first. As my eyes wandered around the upper level of the castle, that was dark and shadowy, I thought that I saw a figure moved. First I was frightened that it was a ghost and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t see the figure, but only saw part of a garment that I had seen before. Anyhow, I didn’t come to realize that garment that I saw was the shirt my brother wore that evening till I got home, few minutes after me. Naturally, I thought that I was in trouble and would get a beating from parents after my brother told them what he saw. That didn’t happen. I waited for few more days, but all was normal, except I began to notice a difference in my brothers looks. Although, he never touched me inappropriately, I knew his eyes seduced me whenever he had a chance. Worry free, I didn’t bother telling Boris about the incident and we met on usual days at the castle. Ever since that day, I only suspected my brother being there and watching us only few times, but I never saw him watching. When the civil disturbances rocked the country, my father was frightened. He hoped that violence and disturbances would end within months, but they didn’t. Having associated with the governing party, he knew changing of guards meant jail time or even worst for him and us. My father escaped to Sophia, hoping to find a way to leave the country, leaving us behind, knowing the mob would not harm women and children. Since our township remained relatively quiet, we were able to roam around and play as usual, even though the country was in turmoil. Perhaps it is worth mentioning that Boris comparing my breasts to an orange as he peeled one. I was thrilled with his praises, knowing most twelve year old girls don’t have breasts that big, even before starting the menstrual cycle. It was during that time Boris brought his friend Tudor to meet me at the castle. He had also brought few blankets and a picnic basket full of fruits, wine, bread and cheese. When I first met them and noticed the basket, my impression was we were going to have a picnic at the castle and I was all for it. When Boris handed me a glass of wine, of course I accepted it and sipped it, but never finished the glass. Since my parents also used to giving me a sip or two of wine, I didn’t think much of it. “Kristina, my best friend here, Tudor has never been with a girl. He has seen you few times and he thinks that you are prettier than the prettiest angel. So, I don’t mind if you two have fun. I can leave or I can stay” He said and I was stunned that my boyfriend wanted me to screw his friend while he watched. “NO” I said He dropped the topic momentarily as we ate and two of them drank. Then he began to caress and kiss me without paying any attention to his friend who just sat and watched. I wasn’t drunk, but I felt good, so I willingly kissed Boris and let him fondle me over my cloths. “Please Kristina, I told my friend that you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor and letting him have some fun with you. It is not going to cost you anything or I am not going to be upset with you at all. Please let him have some fun” Boris kept bugging as he fondled me, but I shuk my head to let him know I was not up to it. Several minutes later Boris pleaded again. “Can you at least give him a hand job? Just your hand, nothing else” When I refused, he lowered his demand by asking me to touch him over his pants. Even though I didn’t see anything wrong with it touching Tudor’s cock over his pants, I remained without uttering a word to see what comes next. “Come Tudor” Boris waved at him. As soon as he stood in front of us, Boris took my hands and placed them over Tutor’s crotch. As my hand touched, I knew definitely he was hard and wore no underwear. I began to softly squeeze his bulge and trace the outline of his cock, which I estimated to be bigger than that of Boris’s. For few minutes, Boris was an observer, but soon he came behind me, raised my dress and pulled my undies to a side to finger my clit. Tudor on the other hand, didn’t stand still either. He first started to guide my hands and while at it, began to undo his fly, taking my hands move with his. By the time his fly was open, Boris had his tongue in my pussy, swirling it inside, liking lips and the rim of my asshole. As usual, it turned me on tremendously, causing my pussy to leak juice like a fast running stream of water. As my attention got diverted to what Boris did, I soon found that I was holding Tutor’s erect cock in my fists and my fists slipped back on his cock to the rhythm that my butt danced to Boris’s tongue. In my arouse state, I took a good look at Tudor’s cock, that glisten as a newly polished baton. His cock-head was enormous and red. The rod was decorated with enlarged veins that looked puffy. Beneath my hand, his large sack swayed as he swung his hips slowly to meet my fists that wrapped around his cock one next to other. Much as I admired the beauty of his cock, I had no intentions of offering him any more than a helping hand. When Boris stopped licking my pussy, he stood up behind me and mounted forcing me to arch my back forward. Then, I found myself directly facing Tutor’s cock, right at my eye level, while Boris pounded my pussy, immediately causing flood of juice to lubricate. Sopping sounds began to escape as he went at it furiously. What more was each of his thrusts sent my face more and more towards Tudor’s cock that was aimed right at my face. Making the most out of the opportunity, Tudor kept sticking his cock into my mouth, but I was able to keep my mouth closed initially. Before long, His cock was between my lips, but not in my mouth. I don’t remember how, but soon I had his cock-head in my mouth, which was much more than I could swallow. I sucked his cock-head, jerked his cock with my fists and Boris pounded me from behind. All while, I had four hands roaming every inch of my body. God, that was delightful beyond belief and amazing. I twisted, moaned, sucked a cock and got pounded by another, reaching multiple blissful orgasms. The next, Boris picked me up and laid me on the blanket. Honestly, I expected Boris to remount and fuck me since he hadn’t cum; instead, he saddled my chest and pushed his hard-on into my mouth. No need to even tell what happened after, as you guessed, Tudor held my knees, parted my legs and pushed his rigid cock right in. Sure, it took him several tries. Cock-head went in my wet pussy stretching my pussy to the limit, giving me a thrill that I never experienced before and then out. He shoved it right back in, sending it little more, stretching my pussy walls even more, out once more. He kept at it until his entire length was buried within me, but before he was fully inside of me, I was excited beyond belief and had several orgasms, feeling stuffed inside. Perhaps feeling naughty and excited to have a gigantic cock within me or just having two lovers at the same time, I don’t know. But it was fantastic. I moaned, cried and pushed my fingers into flesh of two men, shivering and shuddering. They switched places several times ensuring that I had one cock in my pussy and another in my mouth, not to mention every position that they thought of. Two guys came twice and I reached so many orgasms that I can’t even tell how many for sure. If time wasn’t a factor, they would have gone one more round. But when they were done, I walked home sore, but very satisfied. Unfortunately, that was the first and last time that I had the opportunity to fuck two guys or have a threesome. I must admit that it was awesome and to this day, after thirty years after the incident, I still get horny just thinking about it. Two cocks, two tongues and four hands are much better than half of each for sure. What more? My brother had seen the whole thing, from the upper level of the castle where he normally hid himself to see me have sex with Boris. I was surprised and stunned when he told me what he witness many years later, without leaving out single bit of information, that I don’t even remember due to the state of arousal that I was in. Breaking news about the political situation in the country started to reach our township. My mother said that things were relatively calm in Sophia, but bandits have been raiding houses of party members. There were few reported cases of beating up people and even rapes. Being very concern, mother ordered my brother and me to sleep in the attic, while she slept in the living area, by the door. We were even ordered to sleep with normal daytime attire, just in case if we had to flee. Even though I slept with my brother, cuddled together, I don’t think anything happened. Sure, I felt his morning wood against my butt, but that was about it. When my father returned from Sophia, he was distressed and concerned about our future. For couple of days, he avoided us much as he could and lived in his own world trying to figure out how to get us out of the country. Mother said if we remain in the country and the government is toppled, not only we could lose the house, father may face a jail sentence, but she didn’t go into details since she thought that we were too young to understand the severity of the matter. On the 3rd morning after his return from Sophia, father said the last hope for saving the family was in my hand, but he was very reluctant to get me involved. I was puzzled, yet his words made me feel good because he thought that there was a way out which involved me. “I’ll do anything that you ask me to do. Please tell me what I have to do to help the family” I asked, but he didn’t answer right away. Couple of hours later he called me, hugged me and held me by my shoulders. When I looked up, I saw that his eyes were wet and he looked as he was about to break into a cry. I felt awful. My heart stopped seeing my loving father in tears. “Tell me what I have to do father. I’ll do anything that you ask of me” I said breaking into tears myself. “My dear snow white! There is a document that we need to leave the country and it has to be signed and sealed by the local party leader Mr. Aleksandar. To do that, he wants a favor; he wants you to come to his home with the document. If you are willing, you can take it to him and oblige to his wishes. I know this is a cruel, but the old man has some good qualities and he won’t do anything to hurt you” My father sighed and looked away. “Sure father. I’ll go to his house and get the document signed and sealed” I exclaimed in relief thinking the job was much easier than I had anticipated. “What if he asks you to give him a massage or ask if he can massage you?” my father uttered hesitantly. “I don’t mind. He is an old man, so I can be nice to him” I said casually. “Are you sure my dear daughter? Are you sure you are willing to do this for your family” he asked with wobbly voice, but I saw some signs of letup in his eyes. “I am sure” I said hugging him. “One more thing. You can’t tell this to anyone, your mother, brother or other friends and relatives. Can you do that?” he warned. “Yes, I can keep a secret. I promise I will never talk to anyone about this” I gave him assurance. He hugged me again and kissed my cheeks in joy. Then I was asked to take a bath and get dress in best cloths that I had till he went somewhere telling me that he would return shortly. Upon his returned, my father said to all that he was taking me to the party office to get all documents sorted out to exit the country and walked with me half the way to the Aleksandar residence and left after embracing me once more with tearful eyes. Although I couldn’t fully grasp why he was sad, I hugged him back and walked alone rest of the way. I knew Mr. Aleksandar well since he worked in the party office with my father. Mr. Aleksandar was tall, little on the fat side with a pot belly, gray hair and a thick mustache was known as a kind man and therefore I had no fears or any reservations when I knocked on his door. He was opened almost immediately as I knocked and Mr. Aleksandar greeted me with a huge grin to welcome me. As soon I entered the house, he swiftly closed and locked the door and then without any indications, he picked me up as a toddler to carry me to his kitchen. I was alarmed, but didn’t feel threatened in anyway. “Let me get some chocolate for the most beautiful girl in my town. Maybe anywhere in this country” He whispered after setting me on a chair. “These are Swiss chocolates. The best chelates that you can buy, if you can find a place to buy them here” he said after placing a box on the table and opening the lid. My mouth right away became watery looking at chocolates of different shape inside the box and my hand directly went to grab a piece without him having to prompt me. “Go heat my sweetie, eat all you can. Those have cognac inside” he smirked. Chocolates were excellent, but I had no idea what cognac was, but whatever it was, did made it taste better. “Let me get you some coffee before we look at the document you brought” he said. I must have eaten half a dozen or so pieces of chocolates before I drank the coffee that he offered. It was strong and tasted bitter. “I added little cognac to coffee to make you warm. It is little cold outside today” he grinned as I quietly finished the coffee, not wanting to offend him by not drinking. But soon found that I made a huge mistake when I stumbled trying to get off my chair. I tried to balance myself quickly from falling, but Mr. Aleksandar was quicker grabbing me and holding me. “My dear sweet girl! I think you had too many chocolates too fast. Let me help” he said with a funny smerk. I felt that I wasn’t full in charge of my body, but I was fully aware of my surroundings. It was totally weird experience. “Don’t worry sweetie, you will feel better in no time. I’ll see to it” Mr. Aleksandar said lifting me up from by placing his hands under my arms and carrying me to a bed room with a large bed. After he carefully put me down as gentle as he was handling a butterfly, he left the room and returned with a glass of lemon juice and a wet face towel. After I had almost half the glass of juice, he gently sponged my face with the towel, and then my neck, as tenderly as possible. It felt greats having a father figure holding you and lovingly careering for you. “lay down sweetie. Let me make you feel better” he said helping me lay and turning me face down to sponge back of my neck, while gentling patting and caressing my back over the blouse. I may have let out a sigh of relief. Then Mr. Aleksandar did the same to each of my legs, sponging from heel to calf, on one leg at a time. Soon I began to feel his bare skin instead of the towel very gently caressing up and down my legs, occasionally wandering higher to my back thighs. It was awesome! He was so gentle, I felt like a baby being touched by a loving parent. I had the feeling that I could have left the room without any resistance, but only my body could fully cooperate. But my other senses seemingly normal and I felt every part of my body that he touched very caringly. When his hand moved up between my thighs, I even parted them a little to give him more access, because I loved the way he touched me like no other. “Ohh..my dear God! Forgive me for saying this, but this little thing should be an angel of your heaven. So beautiful, tender and loving…” he praised and prayed caressing my back thighs with one hand. Then he did something that got me by complete surprise. He bent one leg at the knee making it point up, and then kissed my foot and licked it from the heel to toes, not missing a tiny bit of skin in the process. My body shook several times feeling the awesome pleasure and having being utterly surprised that an adult would even consider doing such thing. The one by one, he took toes in to his mouth and sucked them, hissing wonderful words to describe me. Then again he became engaged with my thighs. This time kissing and licking each and I knew while he was at it, my dressed had been raised above my butt and he kept struggling to pull it up even further, inch at a time. I was aroused and getting wet inside with each stroke of his tongue that went up and down my back thighs, causing me to whimper and wail. Mr. Aleksandar definitely knew that I was ripped for picking. Without further ado, he gently turned me facing him and then helped me sit. My body crumbled to his and he swiftly pulled up my dress over my head, held me away from him, looked at me with wide eyes and a wide smile on his face and then pulled me closer and kissed me gently, rubbing his mustache on my face. It felt strange, but good. Next, he got my bra. It was removed and tossed away. As soon as my breasts were exposed his head madly went between them and then to each one as he lowered me to the bed. Mr. Aleksandar spent good deal of time playing with each of my breasts, sucking and licking them very delicately, yet skillfully, unlike Boris. I was no fire. However, I wasn’t sure if an old man like Mr. Aleksandar could sexually perform. Especially since he still had his clothes on, I began to wonder. When he pulled down my drenched panties, parted my legs, gawked in between, he laughed in joy. He praised the lord again and again for giving him the good fortune of having to see my pussy. I was bit embarrassed, but that was short lived when he quickly positioned himself between my legs, placing them on his back to tongue me vigorously, while I cried in joys reaching one climax after the other, while his tongue went wild inside my pussy. My juice ran and ran out of my pussy into his mouth that he slurped every drop of it, still praising the lord and me for having such a gorgeous pussy to him to feast on. His longs laps went from my butthole to the clit and his stiff end of the tongue swirled inside my pussy. I was bucking my body to each stoke in joy that was unquestionably surpassed any experienced that I had before. When his fingers entered my pussy slowly at first, I looked an saw that Mr. Aleksandar was somewhat timid, but when he managed to get two fingers all the way in, he looked to be absolutely in a bliss. He grinned, sucked his fingers off testing my juice and came around to kiss my lips very tenderly and I kissed him back to encourage him to please me more. Mr. Aleksandar then stood up, stripped himself off of his cloths and faced me showing his still semi hard cock. I was shocked! I had never seen a cock that was so long, yet still in semi hard state. It must have been at least eight inches long and very thick, thicker than my little wrist. I looked in surprise and shock as Mr. Aleksandar pulled me up and guided my hand to his monstrous cock. At that time, I wanted his cock fully hard perhaps more than he did to have him shove it inside my pussy. Having masturbated Boris hundreds of times and sucked his rod as many times, I quietly went to work. I first held it up and licked his underside gently, as gently as he had licked me. Then I brought it to my face, moved his aforeskin as far back as it would go and kissed around the ring, having my wet tongue to sweep it behind my lips. Mr. Aleksandar howled like an animal. By the time I came around to lick his huge head, I noticed that his cock had lengthen at least by two inches and I had trouble holding his cock with one hand, due to its thickness. He groaned and howled as I kept licking his tool from its head to the base, from topside to underside. I tried to suck his cock, but I wasn’t able to take no more than few inches in my mouth, even with my mouth stretched to the limit, due to the sheer size of his rod, that was fully hard and felt like a steel rod. But I tried and he fondled my breasts, kissed my head and treasuring me to the fullest with his complements. I must have sucked him for good five minutes, caressing his large sack with my spare hand when he decided to stop me. Mr. Aleksandar then gestured me to lie in bed and lay facing me. His hand found mine and it was guided swiftly to his steal hard rod, while his lips once again roamed my cheeks, neck and breasts, kissing everywhere his mouth can reach. Since there was nothing left for guessing and I could wait any longer without having a stiff rod inside to cure the itch that I had deep inside, I took his cock in hand and guided it into my drenched hole, pushing it between my soaked lips. It was then I came to doubt if I could possibly accommodate his monster inside my tiny pussy without getting hurt by it. But Mr. Aleksandar had other thought. He kept stocking gently, but steadily. At one moment when the tip of his monster head parted my opening, he sighed in relief, held me tight holding my leg over his body and then pushed hard, sending his head inside piecing through my pussy walls. My body jolted immediately feeling like a small bottle had been pushed inside my pussy. Mr. Aleksandar kept at it, pushing his cock bit by bit inside my hole. Every push jolted my body and every jolt produced more juice inside and I felt like I was in a trance. But it felt so good. Never the less Mr. Aleksandar seemed frustrated. I was too, having a hard cock head inside my pussy, but not being able to take more of it was outright irritating. After few more tries to push without shoving his cock hard, he held me and roll with me bringing me up to his. Placing each knee either side of his wide body, I pushed down on his cock, quickly taking more of it. We both chuckled and sighed acknowledging the accomplishment for a moment and then I bounced my hip taking more and more of it, which was laborious as I had to wait after each time I took more of him to get myself adapted his circumference before I could try again. Once I had just about half of his extent within my pussy-hole, he began to fuck me bouncing his butt on the bed. I immediately felt its impact, not only he drove more of his cock inside, his cock crushed through my tightly wrapped pussy walls around his cock, sending me moaning and crying. Few more, had me over the edge and I collapsed to his broad hairy frame, slipping my face on his chest, while enduring vigorous pounding that had me coming in wave, wave after wave. Never having experienced continuous orgasms before, I kept moaning while my body felt as it was paralyzed to do anything but to take the pounding that was so fantastic. I don’t know how long he fucked me or how many times that I reached an orgasm, while time stood still while he banged me. But some point in time when he took his cock out of me hurriedly and shot his load all over my butt, back and even around pussy lips, I was too tired to even help him. Even after he came, he pushed his cock back in me until it went soft. He held me tight like a father and told me how wonderful I was and how happy that I made him along with many words to describe my beauty. “I would very much like to see you again. If you can, please come and see the old man once before you leave the country” Mr. Aleksandar said handing me the authorized exit visa papers and several Swiss Franks notes. My father cried when I came home with the paperwork, but didn’t say anything else. I did find a window of opportunity to go back to see Mr. Aleksandar very next day and he fucked the daylight out of me once more and gave me more money for the favor. I won’t bore you with rest of the details, but it is important to briefly mention that our house was raided on the day before we flee. We left the only township that we had known with whatever that we can carry to Sophia and from there to Greece, where we spent some time in a refugee camp, before getting refugee visa to the states. We were fortunate to receive donor money to fly to the states.