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.