I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve just watched some of the hottest sex I’ve ever seen.
And afterwards had what’s got to be the fuck of my life… so far.
I say ‘so far’, because I reckon today is just the start of something fucking amazing.
Or should I say, the start of some amazing fucking?
But the irony is that it couldn’t have gotten off to a worse start.
Let me explain. Cally—my girlfriend—and I have been travelling in Greece with her friends Adam and Anya.
Cally’s got style. She’s got a great sense of humour. And she’s got a great body with a brand new bold and beautiful tattoo on her back. She got it specially for the holiday.
But, if I’m honest, there a few things about her which I don’t like so much. Top of this list is a tendency to have a short fuse when she gets anxious. And when she gets stressed that short fuse becomes shorter. And the explosion it triggers becomes bigger. If things are really bad, it can verge on the nuclear.
It was our turn to do the driving. Cally was behind the wheel and I was navigating. We couldn’t use the internet as we were in a remote part of a remote island with no signal.
We kept missing signs and going wrong. Cally was getting twitchy and when I misread the map for the third time and we drove ten miles in the wrong direction, I knew I was in for trouble.
Eventually, we found our guesthouse, but it was dark when we arrived. Cally held off until we were alone in our room and—bang, off she went.
She’d calmed down by the morning, though I sensed she was still simmering, and after breakfast we all agreed to go on a hike to a far-flung beach. It was about five miles from our guesthouse along a path through a deep gorge. Anya had been talking about this particular beach since we picked her and Adam up from the airport.
Here’s the problem—I was the one with the map and I couldn’t work out the route. Again. Rather than go right at a white church, we went left. When I realised I got it wrong I admitted straight away, but as we retraced our steps Cally said that she’d had enough. A repeat of yesterday. The day was ruined, I was “fucking useless and not just at map reading” and she was heading back to our room.
It was a shame as I knew how much Anya had really wanted to go to this beach. But, I felt I had no option but to return with Cally and face another verbal battering.
As we were discussing all this an older couple squeezed past. They smiled and walked down the route we should have taken.
Then, Adam, true gent that he is, made a suggestion, which I thought might just saved my life.
Now I should tell you that Adam isn’t your normal bloke. Not only is he a really good guy, but he understands people better than most. And he totally gets Cally. They were friends at university and he’s known her longer than I have. Besides, I reckon he knew what I was going to have to deal with when we got back.
So, with unbelievable thoughtfulness he suggested that I continue to the beach with Anya, he was an even worse map-reader than me after all and Anya was dire at it, and he’d go back with Cally. They could chill out around the pool and catch up with some reading.
Cally thought for a minute and agreed that it was an excellent idea and wished Anya luck with my “fucking amazing navigational skills” and said she’d send out mountain rescue if we weren’t back by supper.
And with that Cally and Adam headed back and Anya and I followed the old folk to the sea.
At first we didn’t really talk much. Anya and I had met a few times before the holiday but I didn’t know her that well.
I should add that she was sensationally attractive and when we took our first swim as a foursome earlier in the week, she had gone topless. She said she always did in Greece.
Cally, who’d never been to the country before, did the same and the sex we had that night was incredible. I guess she’d been turned on as much as me.
The path to the beach meandered through olive groves. The sound of cicadas filled the air and even though it was only ten in the morning the sun was getting seriously hot. Anya ran a finger through the tiny beads of sweat on my arm. “It’s going to be a warm one,” she announced. “Too hot to be in clothes.”
I shivered despite the heat, wondering if it was ok to see Anya’s breasts if Cally wasn’t there.
After a couple of hundred yards we overtook the old couple and the southern Mediterranean rural idyll gave way to a steep, rocky descent across large boulders. Thankfully there were paint marks to guide us through the rocks.
It was tough going and I have to admit that when we hit a particularly tricky section I enjoyed guiding Anya’s legs to the best footholds. I told myself that it was Anya who was offering her feet very readily. But if I’m honest, I was seeking out any opportunity for physical contact. Not good, I know. Anya’s comment about not wearing clothes had triggered an urge deep within me.
When we were down I was taken by surprise when she didn’t let go of my hand. So we continued, couple-like, along the bottom of the gorge, weaving our way through purple-flowered oleanders.
We were both sweating and stopped for some water. Anya drank from her bottle and then offered it to me. Strangely, I found this an intensely sexual experience. Her saliva was evident on the rim when she handed the bottle to me and I could taste it on my lips and tongue.
As we pressed on I asked about the beach and why she wanted to go there so much.
“I read about it a couple of years ago,” she replied. “It’s one of the remotest beaches in Greece.”
She took a few steps before adding: “And it’s known as Aphrodite’s Bath. You go there to swim naked and have sex on the pebbled shore afterwards.”
Was this her intention? To have sex on the beach? With Adam? With Anya? With…me?
I was aghast. I had a girlfriend!
A glug of pre-cum seeped from my cock despite my attempt to cool the sexual fantasy brewing in my thoughts.
A minute or two later and the sea was in sight. Anya grabbed my hand and started to run towards the waves, then stopped a few yards short, dumped her rucksack and pulled off her T-shirt.
“Come on Chris,” she announced. “You can’t wear clothes on this beach.”
And with that she stripped completely and helped me unfasten my belt. She seemed eager, freeing the buckle swiftly and slipping my shorts off with a flourish. I was partially erect and a thin line of pre-cum started to dribble between my legs. Anya smiled at the sight of it. No kidding. She didn’t ignore it or make fun of it. She just gave a super cheeky smile.
Once naked we ran into the sea. After the heat of the walk, the cool water was so welcome. We swam a little and splashed each other as if we were kids.
I thought about giving her a hug in the water, but wasn’t sure how to play it. Christ, I could really fuck her, but what about Cally? Besides, I just couldn’t read the situation. Was she suggesting we fuck on the beach when she talked earlier? Or was she just stating the facts? Did she even fancy me?
Anya led the way out of the water and I saw her take a look at my cock. It was harder than when we entered the waves.
But then our eyes were distracted by the older couple who’d made it down to the cove.
They were a good thirty years older than us and had walking poles. Perhaps they needed them because of their age. Perhaps they were just experienced walkers and were more prepared.
They waved at us and walked to the other side of the beach.
We sat down on the pebbles and Anya dug around in her rucksack for some food. We dipped hunks of olive bread into a tub of taramasalata while sipping from a couple of cans of Mythos.
As we ate our gaze was drawn to the older couple. They were stripping off as if they were teenagers who’d just broken away from their parents and were desperate to make the most of a few moments together.
As we watched, they set up a tripod, clipped their mobile phone into it and, God’s honest truth, started to fuck each other. They rattled through positions. First she gave him a blow job, then he went down on her. Then he took her from behind. Christ—they were putting on quite a show.
I literally couldn’t take my eyes off them. Unsure of the etiquette of what to do after witnessing a live sex show, I glanced at Anya when they’d finished.
“That was fucking hot,” Anya remarked. “I can see you think so too,” she added looking at my nearly hard cock.
And it would appear the couple had noticed my erection too.
“Your turn,” the lady brazenly called over while her husband grinned, nodding encouragement.
I froze, shocked by their suggestion, but also, thrilled. I glanced again at Anya who gave me the most wicked smile.
“Well, don’t you think it would be rude not to?” Anya asked with a mischievous smile.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she joking? I didn’t say anything, but my cock jerked as an involuntary flow of pre-cum made it clear what my body wanted to do.
“Well, what about it?” she asked.
So what the fuck was I to do? She wanted me. And it was more than evident that I wanted her. But fucking her would mean crossing a line.
Anya seemed to read my mind: “Come on, you only live once….”
Cally’s temper tantrum flashed in my mind and a decision was made.
Before I’d finished nodding, Anya grabbed my hand, “I think they’d appreciate a better view. Their eyesight probably isn’t as good as ours.”
With that she led me across the rocks so we were closer to them. No discussion. No talking likes and dislikes. No agreeing about boundaries—I guess that’s because with Anya, I now realise, there weren’t any.
From the moment Anya had suggested we fuck, a new line of silvery pre-cum had started flowing and my cock swayed between my legs as we walked.
What happened next shows just how fucking hot Anya is. She caught sight of the sticky streak, put her hand out as if she were catching a drip of maple syrup which had leaked from a bottle, wound it around her finger, put it in her mouth and licked it off.
Anya stopped about twenty yards from the couple, turned to me and we started to kiss. What surprised me was that it seemed so natural. We’d kissed each other on the cheek before, but nothing like this.
Anya wasted no time in slipping in her tongue and within moments I felt both her hands on my cock and she started pumping it. I was rock hard within a few jerks of her expert touch.
Having sex with such a confident woman was new to me. When Cally and I fuck she responds to my actions. Being led by Anya was fucking sensational and I remember thinking I had to take note of every move, savour every action of hers as this was something bloody special.
Seeming to know that I liked it, Anya cupped my balls with one hand as she continued to pump my shaft with the other.
Looking back I think I was too absorbed in receiving pleasure, because Anya took my hand and pushed it against her pussy. It was gloriously smooth and she was already moist around her lips.
She has the most sensational tits and I cupped them, mirroring how she had held my balls.
And if all that wasn’t hot enough, the magic happened. With a quick kiss to my chest while in transit downwards, she took my prick into her mouth. Cally can give a good blow job, don’t get me wrong, but Anya can give a bloody fabulous one.
Now, I don’t want to brag, but I’ve been told that I am on the big side when it comes to pricks. And my size has intimidated a few girlfriends when it comes to giving head. But Anya took me in her mouth without hesitation, then slowly took me in deeper, and deeper.
She was deep-throating me—effortlessly. Never in my life had a girl taken my whole length into her mouth. And it felt divine. I thanked the gods—the Greek ones—for this moment of utter sexual bliss. I could feel things I’d never felt before—her cheeks on the sides of my shaft, her throat on my helmet. She pulled back a bit and started to suck me hard. Another new sensation.
Keen to keep up the momentum, Anya stood up, lifted a foot on to a rock behind me and was now going to give me another treat by guiding my length into her tight, warm and seriously wet pussy.
I thought at first she’d hitched up her leg to make it easier for me to enter her, but looking back I think it was as much to give the other couple the best possible view.
I know I need to be a bit careful when I start to fuck—it’s one of those things guys with bigger cocks learn fast—so I started super gently with simple, short thrusts, being careful to avoid going all the way into her pussy. And fuck I got this so right as she kept throwing her head back and mewling.
Still in total control, Anya turned round and guided me into her from behind. I sensed by this that she wanted me to push deeper into her cunt and that chimed with an urge that had been building within my groin since I’d first penetrated her.
I could feel her fingers as she rubbed her clit and her body stiffened as I gave her every inch of my prick. She started to moan and pulled her fingers away, leaving me free to thrust and as I did, she shuddered into a climax.
Not having fucked her before, I had no idea what she liked to do after she came. Was she someone who liked to carry on, or did she prefer a pause? I guessed the she wanted more, but slowed my thrusting right down. Hedging my bets. Showing a bit of care.
She pushed back into me—making more of each thrust—and I knew this was what she wanted. I picked up the tempo and incredibly, she came again. Cally only ever comes once. Another fabulous experience. A multi-orgasmic woman.
She pulled away and started to pump my rigid prick with both hands before bending over on the rocks, beckoning for me to take her from behind once more.
Orgasm number three hit her within a few thrusts and that pushed me close to my own climax. A cheeky gaze from her eyes and a smile tipped me over the edge and I exploded inside her.
She squeezed in response to each orgasmic jerk of my cock, sucking my come deep into her pussy, and milking me dry.
And with that I withdrew, Anya led me back to where we’d left our clothes.
We dressed, waved goodbye to the couple who’d inspired us, and held hands as we headed away from the beach and back through the gorge.
We’d not talked during the fuck at all, nor afterwards. It was as if we didn’t need to say anything. Our bodies had done the communicating.
But big questions remained as far as I was concerned. And I can’t deny that I was beginning to feel guilty.
So I broke the silence by asking Anya what her original idea was in coming down to the beach—as a four.
“To get naked,” she replied.
I asked if she expected us to have sex.
“Probably,” was her response.
So I asked if she expected us to have sex as two couples or as a four.
“As couples, initially, and then I, we hoped it might develop from there.”
I noticed how the ‘I’ morphed into a ‘we’.
“It was my idea originally. Cally had told me that she’d met this boy with the most heavenly prick. She said it was huge and I just had to see it for myself.”
“Cally’s been talking to people about my dick?” I blurted out.
“Come on,” Anya replied. “A dick like yours is something to shout about.”
And as her words sunk in, my guilt began to ebb away. So, she had been discussing my dick with my tempestuous girlfriend. The penny dropped. It all made sense now. The map reading. Getting lost. The tantrum. Swapping partners for the day.
“It’s OK,” Anya reassured me. “Besides, your cock is an absolute treasure,” she added. “Some men I know might get close to you in terms of length, but they’ve not got your girth. And I don’t know anyone with a cock anywhere near the size of yours who can keep it so hard for so long. It’s not fair to keep it for just one woman. It needs to be enjoyed by others.”
The path left the beach and narrowed as we entered the gorge. It was easier for me to walk first and Anya to follow.
After a while, she continued the explanation about the original plans for sex on the beach.
“Adam has always fancied Cally but felt she was too much of a friend to fuck. I told him to think again. What’s so wrong with fucking a friend? You’ve just done it after all.”
She was right. I had done it. I had crossed that line. And I’d fucking loved it. It was like that porn video I’d once watched only better.
She paused as we worked our way across a particularly awkward boulder. I pulled her up the last few yards.
“And, Chris,” she continued, “the sooner you realise you can’t get all you need sexually from one person the better. Besides, think of all the fun you miss if you don’t have new people to explore your—and their—sexuality with. You could have gone through life without ever having someone deep-throat you. That was your first time, wasn’t it?”
I nodded.
She paused and then asked, “How do you think you’d feel if you saw Cally and Adam together?”
I told her if she had asked me yesterday, I would have thumped him. But now, well, I could see things rather differently.
“You know, they might have even fucked this afternoon.” She paused. “It might sound strange, “Anya continued, “but you love your partner so much more in an open relationship. Believe me. And the sex you have with them is so much more intense.”
“Sex is more than just making love to one person. The ancient Greeks knew that. Aphrodite knew it.”
We sat next to each other on a rock, looking down the gorge we had just climbed. Anya took out her last can of Mythos and raised it above her head.
“And I bet those two oldies on the beach know it too,” she said as she pulled the ring and took a swig. “What’s the betting that they’ll show their porn film clips to some special friends of theirs and enjoy one heck of an orgy afterwards?”
After draining the last of her Mythos, Anya asked if I was OK.
I admitted I was thinking about Cally and wondering if she’d be upset about our fuck.
Cally turned to face me, looking me straight in the eye.
“You know the centrepiece of Cally’s tattoo is a pineapple,” she said.
I asked why she mentioned this now, to which she just smiled and said, “Google it.”
The End
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