Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, a product of imagination and fantasy. It should only be read by adults where it is legal to do so. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between consenting adults.
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Cretan Encounter by Ricky Lester MF, MM
Cretan Encounter
My wife and I book a week's vacation in a village on the north coast of the Greek island of Crete. We rent a villa with three bedrooms, just for the two of us. We're in our fifties, and despite having been married for more than thirty years, we have an active and enjoyable sex life. We've come to Crete because we want to take in some of the nude beaches for which the Greek Islands are famous.
We drive from the airport in Chania for about 30 minutes before we arrive in the village where we are to stay. Finding the villa itself is not so easy, but eventually we locate the address and find ourselves outside a large pair of iron gates. They open easily and I drive in and park the car.
We look around. There are two villas, new-built, on the property, with a thirty-foot gap between them. Each is three storeys high, and each has a pool. There is a ten-foot high fence between them to afford some privacy when using the pool.
So far, so good. We unpack the rental car and open the door with the key we had received earlier from the agents. Up the stairs to the bedrooms: one faces the sea; the other faces the next-door villa. Both bedrooms have a balcony. My wife loves looking at the sea, so she gets that one. I get the one facing the neighbouring house. I don't mind; I want to be on the beach, not looking at it!
I carry the suitcases upstairs.
My wife calls me.
`Honey, come and look at the view!'
I walk across the passage, through her bedroom and onto her balcony. It truly is a beautiful view: mountains on one side, the sea on the other.
I say, `Well, darling, you certainly got the view you wanted!' I playfully hug her from behind, cupping her ample breasts in my hands through her T-shirt. She slips her hand between us and fondles my cock through my trousers.
`Mmm, is big boy wanting to come out and play? Come on, we're on holiday!' she murmurs.
We're in full view of anyone who cares to look up, but only our upper bodies are visible from below. We're both still fully dressed. I drop my pants, setting my cock free. I have a normal-length, circumcised cock -- six and a half inches -- but it is plenty thick. My wife can't get her hand all the way around.
I lift her skirt. The little hussy, she isn't wearing any panties! I slip my hand between her legs. Her pussy is moistening up. She always gets horny like that as soon as we go on holiday. It's always an occasion for a lot of loving between us.
`Come, baby. Fuck me, right here, right now.'
I don't need any encouragement. I lift her ass cheeks and slip my cock straight into her cunt. She grunts with pleasure.
Oh, Jesus. Fuck, that's good. Fill me up, baby.' (She still calls me baby' after all these years, even now that we have two grandchildren.) `Push that big cock into me. Fuck me hard!' She presses her ass back into my crotch and her soft, wet cunt envelops my straining cock.
Truth to tell, I am as horny as she is. On the plane journey we'd had a blanket on our laps, but the stewardess had caught my wife stroking my cock halfway through the flight. She'd smiled indulgently, licking her lips; obviously a little turned on. `I think it's so sweet, older people still so much in love. Would you like some champagne?'
`Yes please!' we'd nodded, but inside I'd been thinking: Fuck you, darling, don't patronize us. Your scrawny tits and bony hips are no match for my well-rounded lady's charms. I'll fuck my wife a thousand times before I get horny for you.
Thus proven, I ram my cock into my wife's gorgeous, wet, still-tight but well-familiar cunt. She pushes her ass back in that time-honoured way. And here's a thought (I think, for the thousandth time): familiar sex is only bad when you take it for granted. My wife and I have fucked each other at least three thousand times in thirty-two years -- go on, you work it out, if that sort of statistic interests you -- but never once have I felt disgusted, or unsatisfied, or bored. All you need to do is take an interest. And we both do.
Her fingers flutter between her legs. She is frigging her clit, and stroking my balls as they swing through on the upstroke, as it were. Her breath comes out in jagged rasps:
`Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes! Give it to me! Give me that big cock! Shoot your cum into me! Oh fuck. Yes! I need it in my cunt! Come on, big boy... fuck me! Fuck me! Harder... harder...harder... ohmygod, ohmygod, I'm coming, coming, coming...'
And with that encouragement, of course, I roar out her name, my balls erupt, my cock swells and I fire my sperm deep into her sweet, sweet pussy.
Time stands still, a little. I'm breathing hard. Fucking, truth be told, is hard work.
Consider: I'm fifty-six years old. And I've just been fucking, standing up, with my knees slightly bent, for four or five minutes. I love sex, and we're good at it with each other, but as soon as my orgasm subsides, my cock slips out of my wife's cunt and I collapse on my ass on the floor of the balcony, my cock flopping own and my pants around my ankles.
My wife turns around and giggles like a teenager.
`Oh, you haven't got the strength any more, have you? Poor darling. You need a drink. Here you are, honey.'
And she -- the 55-year-old, gorgeous, blonde-mostly-grey, slightly overweight, big-titted, soft-bellied, wonderful dirty-minded woman that she is -- holds up her skirt and squats over my face. My semen is dripping out of her cunt and I lap it up, reaching for her pussy with my tongue. I swallow it down. Knowing what's coming next.
And it does. Her piss, hot, acrid and strong after the car journey, spurts out over my face and mouth, and I angle my jaw to catch the flow. I swallow it down as well, slaking my thirst, drinking deep on my wife's warm urine.
Eventually it slows to a drip and I clean her slit with my tongue.
`Right, big boy, that's enough for now. I need an hour's sleep before I unpack. Then I need you to make me a large gin-and-tonic and bring it to me in my bedroom. Got that?'
`Yes, ma'am'.' It's a playful charade between us; we're not into a dom-sub relationship, but sometimes it's fun pretending we are.
`Clean your cock off. It's dripping all over the floor. And clean up the rest of my pee, there's a good boy. You didn't catch all of it.'
I look down. She's right, drops of semen are still dripping from my cock onto the tiles, which are wet with her yellow pee. I wipe the floor clean and, as her piss - the amount I did manage to swallow - courses through my belly and into my own bladder, I realise I need a piss myself. Sometimes she'll take it in her mouth, but not this time. I leave her room, go to the toilet and relieve myself.
I need a smoke. No, not that kind -- I gave up weed in my twenties. I want a cigar. On my balcony, in private. My wife doesn't smoke; I rarely do, but when I do, I like a good cigar.
I strip off my clothes. Stark naked, I sit down on the chair on my balcony and light up. Fuck, it's satisfying. Especially after a good fuck.
My cock hangs between my legs, limp, used.
I stare across at the balcony of the neighbouring villa. It's exactly like mine, in mirror-image. It's empty, though. Nobody home.
The sun beats down and I savour my cigar.
Suddenly there's a movement on the opposite side. A head appears... silver hair, receding from a deep forehead. Then a face: clean-shaven, full-lipped, dark eyes. A man, about my own age.
He stands up. He's naked to the waist, but wearing a towel, which he adjusts. Nice body, perhaps once an athlete, not completely gone to seed. Some hair on the middle of the chest, but well-defined nipples, dark in contrast to his pale white skin. No tan in evidence: perhaps he only arrived today as well.
`Ahem'. I clear my throat. He looks across to my side.
`Oh. Hi'. He waves, awkwardly. And his towel drops off his waist.
Oh. My. God.
He has the longest cock I've ever seen.
It must be nine or ten inches at least, and it's hanging straight down, limp, between his legs. Like a donkey. Circumcised, though. The balcony wall is only three or so feet high, but I can still see all of his cock but not his knees, so he's a tall guy for sure. At least six-five, six-six.
But it's thin. No thicker than my thumb, I think. A very, very long, very thin cock. I've never seen anything like it.
I stare. He sees me staring.
It can only be a second or two, but yes, he sees me staring.
Oh. Oops. Sorry.' Unhurriedly he gathers the towel from the floor and covers himself. Hope I didn't embarrass you.'
Not at all,' I say. I'm sitting here in the altogether myself.' And I stand up to demonstrate. My cock is nowhere near as impressive as his, and I'm definitely a grower, not a shower, but I've just had sex, and my cock is not entirely flaccid. Not now, anyway, now that I'm looking at his monster. But I'm not obviously aroused, which I suppose is a relief.
He laughs. Not at me, in a kind of relief, I think.
Oh. Well, I was having a bit of a rest. The sun is still out.' -- he gestures at the sky, and his towel slips, partly exposing his enormous member again, but he recovers manfully-- and I was catching some rays while my wife is asleep. We like to sunbathe in the nude, I'm afraid, and I need to get started as soon as possible if I want a decent tan in a week. Hope you don't mind. I'm Don, by the way. If you're here for the week, we'll be your neighbours.'
He's very English, very middle-class, very ordinary. Except for his cock. I'm standing there, not trying to cover myself. I feel my own cock twitch.
I say, `I'm Ricky. I was just having a cigar. My wife's asleep as well.' He smiles, knowingly. His eyes glance down and he's unmistakeably looking at my cock.
`Fancy a beer? Come on over. I have a couple cold already. Put some pants on, though. Christ knows I don't need Gloria finding another naked man in her house.'
I grin in recognition of a familiar relationship. `I'd love to. Give me a minute.' I disappear inside and slip on a pair of shorts. No pants. I go out my front door, across the tiles and knock softly on his door.
`Come in.' He's wearing shorts now as well. He hands me a beer from the fridge and we go out onto his balcony and sit down. We crack the bottles and clink.
`Cheers'.
`Your good health, Ricky.'
We sip. It's slightly awkward, I think. Two minutes ago we were both naked, staring each other's cocks down. Now we're drinking beers together, pretending to be civilized.
He's straight and to the point.
`You were staring at my cock, weren't you?'
I look him in the eyes.
Fuck it.
`Yes, Well, yes. I've never seen a cock like yours before, seriously. You're hung like a horse. Literally. I couldn't help staring. Sorry.'
`I -- I mean my cock -- have that effect on people. I've had this cock since I was fourteen. I mean, I've had it all my life of course, but it's been this size since I was fourteen. You should have seen the effect it had on twelve-year-old girls. One look or feel and they ran away. Literally. I thought I would never get laid, ever. But eventually I got to screw a girl. And a boy, come to that. And I've never stopped since.'
I raised an eyebrow.
`I like the look of your cock, Ricky, he continued. It's normal. I wish sometimes I had a normal-sized cock.'
`I bet your wife's glad of it sometimes, though!'
`Well, you'd think so, but she tells me sometimes it's girth, not length, that women want. But we do OK. I mean, we've been married twenty-eight years and she hasn't left me for a thicker cock yet. She's met a few, but she stays with me.'
`How do you manage, if that's not too personal a question?'
`Anal. She loves anal. I don't get any longer or thicker when I get erect, just a bit harder. And she loves taking it all up her bottom. It doesn't stretch her ass open, but it does rub her in places she can't reach otherwise. We do have ordinary vaginal sex, but she can only take the first eight or so inches before I'm bumping her cervix to buggery. I have to use my hand at the base to make sure I don't go too deep. Still, though, practice and all that, it's pretty good.'
`Eight inches plus your hand. Jesus, Don, how long is it actually?'
`Eleven and a half inches. But it's only three and a half around. Look, I'll show you.'
And, fuck me, he stands up in front of me and pulls his immense cock out of his shorts. It's right in front of my face. He makes an `O' with his thumb and forefinger around the base. There's clear air to be seen.
`That's absolutely fucking amazing, Don.'
`Yeah, well, that's what most people say. Men and women. But it's not, really. I've only fucked one woman ever in my life who could take it all in her cunt. Thank God Gloria loves to take it in her arse, otherwise I'd be stuck with the boyfriends I've made. She doesn't mind me having male sexual relationships, she says I need to share it around, it's unfair to keep it all to herself. But Gloria is probably the best suck and arsefuck on the planet.'
His penis is hardening as he speaks. Good God, it is magnificent.
It's right in front of my face.
Fuck it, again.
I open my mouth, draw it in. I lick the head and suck about a tenth of its length down.
`Oh. Oh wow. Seriously?' He looked down at me. I let it slip out and hold it -- well, the end of it, like holding a length of rope (it even sags a little in the middle, hard though it is) -- with my hand.
`Yeah. I wanted to do this from the second I saw it. You don't mind'?
`No. God, no. Suck my cock, Ricky. Just suck it. You don't have to deep-throat me!'
I gurgle something unintelligible which means Thank Fuck For That. My mouth is full of the most astonishing penis I have ever seen.
I suck and suck. It's delicious. I love it. He's gentle with me; he doesn't ram it in, fucking my face; he doesn't put his hand on the back of my head and force my mouth onto him (I really hate that) -- he just strokes my hair as I suck the first four or five inches of his cock, in and out, in and out, of my mouth. I masturbate the rest of his length with my hand -- the strangest sensation: not the feeling of cock skin sliding over cock muscle in the hand, so familiar to every boy and man, but the effort in my elbow: like pumping iron on dumbbells for bicep work, or pulling a pint in a pub. That sort of length of movement. The strangest thing. I'm mesmerised, almost in a trance.
Stop.' I look up. He's whispering. Stop. Would you like to fuck?'
I nod, I think.
He brings me to my feet, his cock still in my hand. He kisses me: I don't usually like kissing men -- it feels way too intimate somehow - but the fact that he is at least four inches taller than me means I have to bend my face upwards to reach his mouth. His tongue darts into my mouth, he holds me close, and suddenly I melt. My knees literally give way.
He catches me under the arms and gently lays me face down on the couch.
`Take off your shorts, Ricky.'
I drop my pants to my ankles, exposing my asshole to him. I'm in an almost dreamlike state. Don gets on his knees behind me and suddenly his tongue is bathing me, wetting me, cleaning me. It pushes inside a little. Fuck, it feels good. It goes on for a couple of minutes. My cock, so recently in my wife's cunt, and still, I think, smelling of her juices, gradually stiffens. He tongue-fucks my ass for at least ten minutes. By the time he pulls away I'm as hard as a rock and dripping precum everywhere..
`Ready?'
`I think so.'
`I'll be gentle, I promise.'
I feel his cockhead touch my ass. I've been fucked before a number of times, nearly always by much thicker dicks; and my wife will sometimes, as a change of scene, use a large dildo on me. That normally takes great deal of foreplay, stretching my ass open, with tongue and fingers.
Not this time. His spit and saliva, and the gentle probing of his tongue, are enough for his unnaturally thin cock to penetrate my ass.
He does use lube, bless him. Where he produces it from, I don't know; maybe he just always has it on him. Thank God.
Because every one of those eleven and a half inches slide inside my asshole like a lollipop into a child's mouth, in one smooth, controlled movement. I feel the head brush against my prostate, and keep going, and going and going. Unbelievable. I think it will never end.
It does end, with his pubis reaching my backside. Jesus, it feel like a firehose is inside me. I'm as full as I have ever been of anything.
`Okay?'
`Uh. Fuck. Yes. Come on, fuck me, Don, fuck me with that enormous cock.'
And he does. He fucks me with the entire length of his cock. In and out, in and out. He pulls out all the way to the end, where I can feel the head just tugging at the inside of my sphincter, and pushes back, all the way.
All the way. Fucking hell. It is the sweetest and yet the strangest fuck of my life. But oh my god it's good. At the top of his stroke I can feel that head of his cock pushing way up where I thought my lungs were. He's gentle, though -- I think as much because his huge cock wouldn't stand up to rough fucking as for concern for my asshole.
I feel his body stiffen and his hands grip my hipbones more tightly. He pushes in, hard, but not fast, just a regular pumping rhythm. Yeah, a pump. A fucking oil-well pump. His cock is in contact with my prostate the whole time; every single second of this unforgettable fuck it's sliding up against that little nubbin.
I reach for my own cock and start to masturbate it. Jesus, I came less than thirty minutes ago, and I'm going to come again. I haven't done that since I was sixteen.
`Oh, yeah, Ricky, jerk your cock while I fuck you. Make yourself come. Make yourself... aaah FUCK! Jesus! FUCK!'
And his hosepipe spews its contents into my bowels, just as my own cock spurts thick, fresh white semen onto his couch. I think I can feel his sperm smacking into my intestines. I've never been actually physically aware of the sensation of semen spraying inside me, but I swear I can feel this. It's halfway to my throat after all.
His body subsides onto mine and we lie on the couch, joined by a hawser of a cock up my ass.
I have never been fucked like that before. I doubt I ever will be again.
We eventually separate, my asshole closing up as though nothing has happened. Don kisses me again. He kneels and gently cleans my cock with his mouth; I leave his extraordinary tool alone. It's stained with my shit and leaking cum onto the floor and looks exactly like a length of reddish and dirty garden hosepipe. I stroke his chest in farewell, dragging my thumb across his surprisingly long and rubbery nipple. I turn around, pull my shorts back up and walk out the door. His cum is leaking out of my ass and running down my leg.
As I go back inside my house I can hear my wife calling my name, wanting her gin and tonic. Have I really been an hour?
I call the rental agent, asking to be moved to another villa, citing damp in the bathroom, a complete lie, but they're desperate to keep us happy. Within an hour we're gone, to another village, fifteen miles away, but an identical villa. With an identical neighbouring house next to it.
There's a young family with small, whimpering children occupying it, a harassed, balding thirtyish father and a fat, bored-looking and ugly wife.
Thank fuck.
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