How Cretans Fuck

The story I am about to tell you is true and happened when I was 18 years old. I am Elena from Thessaloniki, not tall, but not short either, blonde with big breasts, 22 years old today. That summer, my parents and I decided to go on vacation to Crete, where we had never been before. At that time, I had a relationship with Yannis, but our relationship wasn't one of the best. It had run its course, and it wasn't very serious in terms of interest. So we flew to Crete, and I said I wanted to have a good time, to forget about Yannis from Thessaloniki for a while, and to let loose as much as I could.

We went to the Chersonesos area, to a hotel a bit outside the city center. I had heard that Crete and Chersonesos are paradise for the British and Germans, and I was thrilled when I set foot there, thinking I would really let loose. The hotel we stayed at was luxurious, not very close to the sea, while right next to the pool area, across the fence, was a field. Every morning when I was too lazy to go to the sea, I chose to swim in the pool. My parents preferred the sea; I woke up late, and they would leave in the morning for the sea and return at noon. So, swimming every midday when I woke up, I saw a man in the field working, a dark-skinned, rugged Cretan-looking man, tall, around 30. He was working very hard… he didn't lift his head.

Sometimes he would glance my way and look at me. I was wearing a green bikini and had large breasts. He was looking at my breasts, and I would get aroused and start looking at him too. The next day, I woke up early but didn't go to the sea; I pretended to be asleep so I could swim in the pool. I went to the pool, and the guy was there… I started getting aroused. On his side of the fence was a faucet he was fixing. At one point, his tool slipped from his hands and fell on my side of the fence. It was the opportunity. The guy was struggling to put his hands through the fence to get it, but he couldn't. He didn't ask me to give it to him. He seemed absorbed in his work and was sweating. I felt sorry for him and approached.

- "What are you doing, struggling so long? Take your tool, you're sweating, you're tired, maybe you want some water or something?"

- "No, girl, thank you," he answered me.

It was the first time we spoke, and I was aroused by his rugged Cretan accent. As he discreetly fixed his eyes on my breasts.

- "It's not right… I'll give you something, I tell him, you've gotten tired… please come over here, let me treat you to a refreshing coffee."

After much persuasion, I convinced him. He was wiping sweat and smelled of a manly scent that made my pussy drip.

- "Elena," I tell him.

- "Stefanis," he tells me.

- "The field is a lot of work."

We were talking, and I told him I liked Crete and that it was paradise, and he told me he works in fields all day. He was looking at my breasts and understood that I understood him. At one point, I ask him…

- "Is something wrong?"

- "I enjoy them, you're a doll = let me enjoy them," and he gestured towards my tits.

- "You're making me feel uncomfortable," I told him.

- "Cretans are open-hearted," he tells me. "You asked, and I answered."

- "Okay, and you are wonderful too. You Cretans are warm, rugged men, I excuse you," I tell him, and I was looking at his cock under his work pants, which was visibly getting hard.

- "What are you looking at," he says to me, "is something wrong?"

He came close to me, stood there, and told me,

- "Look at it better… it's in front of you now," I had blushed. "I understood you were looking there at my pants," he tells me.

- "It's okay to look," I tell him, "everyone looks…" I played it tough.

He stood in front of me for quite a while, and I was looking at his bulge. After 2 minutes, he tells me,

- "Do you want me to fuck you, isn't that what you wanted all these days, whore?"

I blushed like a tomato. I grab his bulge and start biting it, along with the pants. I tell him, "let's go inside to my room."

He entered the room and pulled down his work pants, remaining in his underwear.

- "I haven't fucked in a long time, I'll tear you apart, you'll learn today how Cretans fuck."

I knelt down low and told him, "can I taste it?" He didn't answer; I took the initiative and pulled down his underwear. A cock, around 20 centimeters, sprang out. I went to put it in my mouth, and he slaps me.

- "Whores like you mainlanders get blowjobs," he answers me.

It seems no one had ever given him a blowjob before. He came and shoved it into my mouth, pushing it deep. He tried to put his balls inside me too. I twisted it around in my mouth and took his balls in my mouth, after playing with them first. He, aroused, put his hand on my pussy and cursed at me very vulgarly. The combination of his sweat and the little pre-cum coming from his cock had driven me crazy for the Cretan's dick. After licking him for quite a while, I got a slap and he spat in my face. No one had ever humiliated me like that.

- "You're drinking my cum, you old slut, first time a woman drinks my cum, spit it out, you cock-loving whore, slut, cocksucker."

He gave me one on the face. I stand up and tell him,

- "Don't hit me, it hurts."

He trips me and throws me down and tells me,

- "Get down so I can fuck you, slut mainlander, I'll play fuck-strokes on your ass-cheeks."

It hurt me while he was hitting me with his cock. He shoved it in, and it hurt while he was hitting my womb, he went all the way in.

- "Fuck me, you bastard."

When he heard me call him bastard, he kicks me, it hurt, and he tells me,

- "Call the faggots upstairs bastards, not me."

He fucked me for half an hour, and I couldn't take it anymore, I wanted him to come out. I was begging him, and he wouldn't come out.

"I found an opportunity to fuck after so many months now, when I come out, you're done for, you little old slut, you'll drink six months' worth of cock-juice," he tells me.

My pussy had dried up, and after we reached the one-hour mark, he came out and stood over me.

- "Open up to drink milk, let my cock-juices swim in your stomach, you old slut."

I was begging him to cum from a blowjob, and he wouldn't cum, he was tormenting me, he tells me:

- "Milk comes out hard, we farmers know."

Licking his entire cock in a very wild way and tormenting it a lot, and smelling the arousing scent more and more, I wanted his cum. After about 20 minutes, he tells me:

- "Now I'll cum on you, you little slut, cocksucker, let your mother wipe you clean."

He came at least 8 spurts in my mouth and a couple on my face. As I was sucking his cock, he was suffering and telling me…

"You drained me, you old whore, you squeezed me dry." As I cleaned it all off him, his phone rang. He tells me, "I have to go." I told him he got me horny, and then he spat on my face, sweaty, and told me, "If I had a daughter like you, I would have killed her," and he left.

After that incident, I got a camera and took a picture of myself covered with the Cretan's cum, while all night I had stomach troubles from the cum and I also vomited (I generally have a sensitive stomach), my pussy was irritated. I never saw him there again, until I left. I really wanted to. I hope to see him sometime in the future, if I go back to Chersonesos in Crete.

Ah, Dimitri, I kept that photo as a souvenir and wrote on the back…

"how Cretans fuck"

I showed it to my best friend when I returned to Thessaloniki and she got jealous.