Email From Greece

Prologue

Rosehip has flown to Greece to meet her E-Mail friend George. After the fascinating and electrifying sex that she was seeking, George suggests that she spend the rest of her vacations lodging with him. While staying at his apartment she meets Elena, his housekeeper, and Rosehips suspects, also his lover.

This part two might be more fun to read if you would read part ONE first…Rosehip

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A lot happened to me on my weeklong stay with George in his wonderful city of Thessalonica.

Instead of trying to tell you everything. I will relate some of the events I experienced the last two days of my wonderful visit.

One morning after a breakfast of Paximathia toast, cheese and coffee,

George told me he was going out of town on a photo assignment and should be back the next day. He said perhaps Elena would keep me company and the two of us could go shopping. I thought it would be a welcome break from the fast lane with him.

George left and shortly thereafter Elena came over and asked if I would like to go out for shopping and lunch. I smiled and said "I liked the idea of being with her for the day as I was beginning to think of her as a close friend." I thought to myself never in my life has any woman been this close to me. Here we are fucking the same man and we are not jealous of each other. I guess it helped that she knew I would be leaving Greece soon.

We did some light shopping and continued on to the restaurant she frequently went to. I mentioned George told me he would teach me how to find a restaurant known for its good wine. Most Greek restaurants bought their wine by the barrel and aged it themselves. She said, "It is really quite simple to know without tasting it. Look at the customers, are they having a good time and are they ordering their wine by the pitcher?" Sounded good to me as the restaurant recommended by George was crowded and there were many pitchers on the tables.

We entered and some of the guys greeted Elena and looked me over. Elena smartly took a table for two to help keep away the hustlers.

We ordered salads, bread and glasses of the house red wine. Boy, was I surprised when I got my salad. On top of the salad was a slab of Feta cheese about one half inch thick and roughly four by four square. At home I would have some crumbled Feta cheese on top of the salad. Elena gladly took the cheese I could not eat. I must say the salad was good and the wine excellent. We did not mind when one of Elena and George's friends came to our table with his pitcher of wine and refilled our glasses. He was over six feet tall and quite lean but in excellent shape. You could tell he worked outdoors. His muscles were well developed.

Elena said he had his own commercial fishing boat and he and his crew would go as far as the Azores to fish. His physique was not the show variety you might develop with weights but from hauling in nets and lobster traps. When he came back he was really horny and would fuck most anything that would let him even though he fucked a couple of his regulars in the Azores and Gibraltar.

I guess he was about George's age. He asked about George and Elena said he might be in later, even though we knew he was not expected till tomorrow.

Elena introduced us and I found out his name was Chris.

Chris pointed to a booth where a large blond woman was seated and he said that he would appreciate it if we join them for a few glasses of wine. He continued with that they had just met and he felt that our female companionship would help relax his new friend.

We saw no harm in going over to his booth and sat opposite them. Chris said she was a solo tourist from Germany and could only speak a little Greek so Chris translated for us. Her name was Katrina and she said in Greek call me Kat.

Even sitting down you could tell that she was a large well-developed woman.

She had on a white blouse that was really filled out. Her face was the firm no nonsense type, strong, with blue eyes hiding under a large forehead. Surprisingly her complection was clear and pale, probably due to her night work. Her blond hair was braided and wrapped around her head.

During our difficult conservation, we learned she was traveling solo and visiting Turkey and Greece only stopping at places that interested her. She also said she was part owner of a beer hall in Munich and waited on the tables herself in order to stay close to her customers.

They got up to dance and as they were leaving, Elena and I stared at Kat's exceptional figure. I told Elena she was truly the stereotype of a strong Bavarian barmaid you would expect to see in a robust German beer garden carrying a huge tray of beer mugs over her head.

Elena and I now had a chance to gossip about her. We figured she was about thirty or so. Elena said "I bet Chris tries to get in tonight." I asked "What do you mean, tries to get in." She said "look at them dancing," I did and noticed Chris had a bulge that was huge and was trying to rub it against Kat.

Then Elena said

"He is a super stud and neither one of us would want to get involved with him." I said, "What do you mean?" Elena said, "Five years ago when I was really hot to trot, we went to my apartment, drank a little, kissed, fondled and were ready to get with it. As he was disrobing with his back to me I noticed in the mirror his penis was monstrous. Gosh it really frightened me as I have never been stretched by motherhood and I knew if he tried to get it in me I would surely be hurt." I said no and he understood as this was not the first time he had been refused entry. In fact he said only a few women would have him and they were all large older mothers.

Chris had told me the only way he could get in a woman was not to let them know how big he was and to slowly enter without them seeing it. His technique was to make sure the woman was well lubricated, go ever so slow, with lots of soothing complements and foreplay. By the time the women really realized what was going on it was too late as he passed the difficult port of entry. Most of the women seeing his penis after the intercourse said they would have never allowed him to have sex with her if they knew beforehand how huge he was. Elena said she would tell me more about him tonight and it was quite involved and in the mean time be defensive, as he is a Devil. That really made me curious.

As she was talking I was becoming aroused and caught myself looking at Elena so intensely I failed to notice her hand gently massaging my thigh and slowly moving towards my vagina. The look on her face was one of asking if it was okay? I nodded and softly said "yes, but we better hold off as our friends are returning. Let's see what happens later"

They came back, sat down and drank some more, and returned to the dance floor.

I did not want to pick up from where we were as I was a little uneasy with my new strange emotion.

I said "You told me that Chris was a Devil, What did you mean?"

Elena said that when Chris and George were out on one of their drunken outings, Chris told in detail of his affairs with women. He said "Those who say seducing a virgin is the ultimate pleasure are mistaken. I had to give that up in my early teens when I really started to enlarge. It became messy and sometimes her parents would find out. If the father of the defrocked virgin started to give my Dad any trouble, my Dad settled the matter by beating him up. My father would then take me away on one of his extended fishing trips in order to be away while things cooled down.

On these trips Dad would tell me how to handle women. Some of his girl friends thought it amusing that he would let me also fuck them. On one occasion we had a Mother /Daughter orgy. This stopped when I became larger than he was, guess I was fifteen then. He made me hustle women on my own, as he did not want me stretching his women.

When I was sixteen I was putting into practice what Dad had taught me and seduced one of my married schoolteachers. The sex was especially good when I discovered the ultimate pleasure is being the first to seduce a married woman.

It was really good when she was attractive, and had never thought of being with another man and was a virgin at marriage. A woman whose husband trusted her completely. You knew you were a really a winner when she wanted more. Being a Bad Boy you never had to buy them gifts or send flowers as they were ready to bear your child, and I must say that I sired many of the children in Thessalonica and elsewhere.

Knowing you made a "Cuckold" of her husband was like being a Roman soldier of old who just slaughtered the men of a town and was now ravishing one of the women. You were now her husbands superior whether he was dead or alive.

I said "Wow! He is a Devil," and with that we got up to leave. Chris was kissing Kat's neck and we said to them we had to leave in order to be home when George arrived even though we did not expect him until tomorrow.

We took a taxi home even though it was a short distance, as we did not want to take a chance with some studs trying to pick us up as we both a bit tipsy. .

At George's house we continued our intimate talk and I was really enjoying being able to talk to a fellow woman about sex. I had never been this close to a woman and I was savoring my new freedom of expression. Something was drawing me close to Elena. I wondered if I was becoming bi-sexual.

No matter how hard I tried not to think of what happened between Elena and myself at the restaurant, I knew I was emotionally trapped and I must go on to the next step.

Somehow we found ourselves facing each other and Elena asked if I wanted to continue. I answered with a soft yes, not realizing what this unknown emotion had in store for me. I then resigned myself to the fact I was becoming bisexual.

We hurriedly undressed down to our bras, stopped and looked at each other, as if to ask "are we really going through with this?" Our winks and smiles to each other said "Yes". We then took everything off.

Standing close together we examined each other and our looks coming to rest looking into each other's eyes. Elena had never seen a woman with shaved armpits, much less a shaved pussy. She did not shave. Her pubic hair covered a wide area but it was not so dense as you could see her milky white skin through her pubic hairs. Her voluptuous breasts were capped with soft protruding nipples in turn were circled with tan areolas. Something drew us together; I lowered my self-an inch or two and with an upward motion wiped her full soft breasts with my semi-firm "C" cup breasts. I could feel one of my hardened nipples drag up coming to rest in the softness of her areola. My other nipple was on her nipple. Very slowly we pressed our curious nipples together.

Elena's softer nipple yielded to my rigid mini like a nipple penis that slowly gouged and invaded the softness of her bosom. As I withdrew a little, her nipple followed from its inverted position and I lovingly pressed it back, again and again we enjoyed this new sensation. It was erotic watching and feeling her nipple pop out and then be inverted as it retreated to its new nest. Her nipple was becoming firmer and this added to our pleasure.

We were both near climaxing when Elena grabbed me with her strong arms and pulled us together.

The feel of her malleable bosom flowing around and completely engulfing my bosom was more than I could bear. It was as if Greek Octopi were wrapping themselves around my breasts. I tried to wiggle my chest but her bosom securely immobilized it. The only body movement we could do was grind our pusses together, The feel of Elena's pubic hairs rubbing against my shaved vagina sent shock waves through my body.

This in addition to the feel of my breasts now engulfed by her bosom was a most erotic feeling and my knees started to weaken. I wanted to take this woman to bed now and do something, what I did not know. I had never been with a woman before and I did not care if this might be considered a lesbian act or me being bi-sexual, I did not care. It was a pleasure I had never experienced before and I so wanted it to last. I needed Elena to teach me.

My pleasure was interrupted by the sound of George pounding on the front door saying "Surprise I am home early." I said to myself "Oh dam, not now George" We quickly dressed and let him in, sorry to say this was the first time I was not happy to see him.

Elena said, Time for me to leave", and George gave her a kiss on the cheek. `

The weather was unseasonably warm and George's apartment became uncomfortable. He suggested a short ride to a nearby mountain, know for its cooling evening ocean breeze. We were able to use a seven seat Opel Zafira van owned by the company George worked for. It was roomy with lots of room for the two of us since the center row of seats were removed to make easy loading and transport of their equipment.

We traveled up the mountain to a scenic overview and enjoyed a great panoramic view of the ocean. The almost full moon, cool breeze, and with Georges arms around me I was ready.

George suggested we move to the bench seat in the rear. With the doors open the temperature was right and his magical hands started to do their work. Slowly we undressed each other and could have fucked in the van. I wanted to please George and suggested we do it his way first and perhaps later we could do it face to face. He grinned and we got out of the van. Being a weekday we were the only ones at this overlook.

I knew what to do and bent over to brace my self against the van.

From past experience with George I knew it was best he entered me before the head of his penis was fully hard and his ridge was still soft and spongy. The protruding regal crown would compress a little as the taper of his head forced it way past my still tight vagina lips. Once in past the portals, my sphincter finally gave up and allowed his large head to enter my vagina shaft. By now he was full hard and I could feel the firm crown of his penis wiping my inner vagina. The sensation on my G-spot was unbelievable. The head of his penis wiped back and forth across my G-spot and other tender areas. I was again in multiple orgasms. Once in me and past my sphincter his full-hardened penis did not hurt and the piston like feature of his penis gave me great pleasure as it again explored the depth of my moist inner vagina.

About ten minutes into our lovemaking the distant light of an approaching car started to illuminate us. In our panic George attempted a fast withdrawal with his still swollen penis. The pull out was more difficult than anything I had ever experienced as he was trying to pull out with a full erection. As George was pulling I could feel the pull on my sphincter and it hurt. The kingly crown of his bloated penis had caught on my sphincter. Then when I felt like my pussy could be drawn out no further there was a loud popping sound and pain.

I gave a shrill vocal yell, something between a scream and a moan. At the time the popping sound was not funny and I hurt like crazy. This was the first time he withdrew still erect. George said "Sounded like a loud pussy fart to me". A remark I did not deem humorous at the time and still don't.

We quickly got back into the van and closed the sliding door, Fortunately it was on the side away from the approaching car. We sat low and started to laugh nervously at almost getting caught, luckily it was not the park police as we were still nude. The car drove on past probably going to the top of the mountain.

George gently massaged my hurt pussy like he was moving it back in position. This only rekindle my desire to have him back inside me. I positioned myself in the rear seat. I was again feeling wonderful spurts of tingling heat in me and I so wanted him.

George knelt on the car floor and started to suck and tongue my clitoris. I could hear the slurping and George grabbed a towel to wipe some of the cream off his face. I believe I was as bit too juicy for him. He rose and said "let's go outside and do it my way."

As I was wiping my twat, I was fantasying that when the moonlight hit him he would turn into a "Centaur", you know, the mythical half-man half-horse being. These four legged half man, half horse brutes would rape women and I was in the mood to be ravished by George.

Gosh this week has really turned me into a one sexy broad.

Out of the van I bent over Greek style and used my hands to brace myself against the Van. I knew my previous hurt was not over and I would feel some of it again, but I was so wanting I didn't care. I wanted him now. I said "Now George, Do it now or I will rip it off and cram it in me." Yes, he got the message and really worked me over. Never in my life had I experienced such pleasure. The hurt was a good hurt, not like the hurt of a defrocked virgin but the erotic pain of pleasure. I was feeling both pain and pleasure and I knew the pain was only increasing my ecstasy. Silly as it may sound now that is how it was to me. I knew at the time it was a once in a lifetime pleasure that could never be repeated.

Soon I was overcome with a monstrous orgasm and George stopped stroking and waited until I came down from my high and started pumping again. He was so good and really cared. I was truly enjoying it. At the same time I did all I could to make sure he was enjoying me.

We were sitting in the van and just finished smoking and cooling down when the car retuned. Still not sure if it was the police we got low and were surprised when the small car parked close next to us leaving about a five foot passage between the cars.

Boy, were we surprised when Chris and Kat got out.

Chris looked at our van and said to Kat, "I believe that is George's company van, I bet that they hiked up the mountain a bit and are shacking up."

A large tree shaded the windows in the rear of our van, but the bright moon illuminated the new car and the area between the cars.

We did not let our presence be known as we knew we were in for a visual treat.

We could hear every word they said. Chris told Kat that if they got between the cars that would not be seen by passing cars.

Chris slowly took off her clothes exposing one big woman with huge firm breasts that only sagged a little. They appeared to enjoy being set free from the prison of her bra. The nipples were proportionally as large and we could almost see them growing firm and hard in the light of an almost full moon. Gosh her nipples really stuck out, I bet Chris thought he was sucking on small thumbs when he did them their duty. Her hips were broad joining her two heavy thighs and her tummy was full and firm, yet not huge resulting in a artistic transition between her chesty bosom and hips.

At about five feet eight this Nordic Amazon would present a challenge that only a few men would attempt to satisfy. As they were kissing Chris released her braids and they fell down past her nipples.

George whispered to me, "I would hate to try to satisfy her, as I believe she would make me feel like a little boy."

Ever since this afternoon, I fanaticized about seeing the possible sex between them. I had told George that I had wished I could be a little mouse in the corner of the room watching them fucking. George said "I think you are going to get to see what you fanaticized about."

We could see Chris's face enjoying the pleasure of one nipple, then the other. Even from where we were you could hear him slurping. One of his hands disappeared in her bush and appeared to be gently massaging her clitoris. After a while Chris got on his knees and thrust his face into her blonde bush. I was visualizing him lightly biting the lobes of her pussy and then ramming his tongue in her vagina, stroking as deep as his tongue would go. That was probably what was happening as she was really howling. A few minutes later he settled down and just licked and sucked until she was mad with desire. Gosh, her moans were really getting me hot again, but I was satisfied to sit this one out and be a voyeur.