At the Country House with Two Men

The story I'm about to narrate is the second and last one. With my ex, we had a wonderful sexual relationship, full of passion, but unfortunately in everything else there was complete disagreement, black and white, so to speak, until we broke up!

What I'm going to describe to you happened in the Autumn. I had been left without a car and I needed to take a taxi to go to the country house. The area is a few kilometers outside a provincial town near Athens. The driver of the local taxi that picked me up from the agency was a young man, no older than twenty-five, very handsome with a well-built body, clean and from the small talk we had, cultured. Unfortunately, before we reached our destination we broke down due to a problem with the car's suspension (specifically the rear leaf spring broke). With my mobile phone I called roadside assistance which didn't take long to arrive. Both of them struggled for a while and it was decided to lift the wreck onto the truck's flatbed to transport it to the garage. However, because we were very close to the country house they offered to take me there first.

When we arrived, they washed off the grease and made phone calls to inform the companies, the garage etc. That day I was dressed very comfortably, in a very long skirt (down to the ankle), with a large side slit and a white blouse. Earlier, when they were trying to assess the damage, I caught their gaze trying to penetrate deeper under my blouse while I was bending over, or as they were lying under the car, looking between my legs. I even perceived some sly remarks they exchanged between them. While initially I hadn't thought anything naughty, their whole attitude however had made me change my mind. That female slutiness we talk about....... It was the period immediately after the breakup and I had the psychological need to start living again. But they should have made the first move. At the house I offered them refreshments and while we were sitting comfortably on the sofa and talking, I made sure to show, as discreetly as possible, the greater part of my legs. After a while, once we had started to get to know each other a bit, we also got onto the topic of the country house. The roadside assistance driver (who was also the more lively one) asked me to show him the rest of the house. When in turn we reached the bedroom, he expressed his admiration for how nice a room it was and laughing, he threw out with a sly implication what could happen in that bed. I smiled and said shyly, each to his own ability. Then completely suddenly, really without expecting it, he approached me, pushed me with his foot and closed the door behind him, hugged me around the waist and with great passion told me I had driven him crazy and that he wanted me madly.

I was startled by how abruptly he made this move and tried to push him away, while he gave me such a deep kiss on the mouth, that for a moment I thought he had a snake's tongue. At the same time he thrust one of his legs between mine. He didn't give me any chance for even a decent reaction with the tight hold he had on me, while his right hand lifted my skirt and with force began to feel me over my underwear. He pushed me along with him onto the mattress and quickly unbuttoning my blouse, he kissed my breasts over the bra first, which soon, with my help now, came off completely. In the same way my skirt followed, leaving me only with the tiny black underwear. He followed seconds later, taking off his clothes.

The first thing he did, was to present his aroused and well-formed organ to my face, and with his hand to play roughly between my legs. It struck me that his body was generally hairless, the same with his balls, making them appear larger.

After a little while, out of the corner of my eye I saw the door open and the taxi driver sticking his head in. I was very busy with what I was doing and didn't pay any more attention, but immediately he too was found naked and kneeling on the bed playing with his hand an organ I have never seen the like of. It was so big it couldn't stand straight but curved and as he cupped it with his palm, whatever was left over, was the entire length of the other one I had in my mouth. As I mentioned before, I had no problem with my "ex", (quite the opposite in fact), but at that moment I felt a particularly intense sexual desire, which I hadn't felt for many, many years.

I remember well that having the other one deep in my throat, a choked cry escaped me. Immediately I pushed him lower to kiss my breasts, I stretched out my hand, I cupped the newcomer and I remember I stretched out from impatience to put it in my mouth. The image I still have in my mind, having him as much as I can inside my mouth and at least half of him being outside, with my hands holding his balls and the other one giving me a fantastic lick between my legs, even now as I remember it arouses me.

While I had the big one in my mouth, the other lifted my legs and began to fuck me. It was such the intensity and flow of events that there was no room for discussion about condoms etc. He however, just before he came, had the courtesy to ask me where to cum. I remember all hot I shouted to him, "all inside", while I continued what I was doing.

I had almost gone crazy, I was beside myself. Perhaps it was a psychological outburst from the stress of the breakup. When he finished they changed positions and I licked him clean tasting his sperm mixed with my fluids. I remember I came with spasms, almost as soon as the newcomer thrust him deep inside me. I still wonder how he all fit and until he finished too, I was in continuous orgasm. It's the best fuck I ever had.

Both left after a little while, while the taxi driver refused to be paid. He however remembered the number and called me in the evening while I was watching TV. He was near the house and asked me if I wanted company. Spontaneously I answered he would be welcome and he came almost immediately.

I was wearing only a short robe, with my hair wrapped in a towel, having just come out of the bath. He was shy too, sat opposite me and we started talking. I was looking at the jeans trousers opposite me and wondering how the equipment he had fit in there. Just from the memory of the morning, I had started to get aroused. I remembered the movie "Basic Instinct" with Sharon Stone and two or three times I crossed my legs, leaving enough time for his gaze to lock between them.

I got up and said I was going to the bedroom to change and there with the lights off I waited. He came in behind me and hugged me. I didn't waste any time because I was eager to get hold of that incredible tool again and immediately knelt and after unbuttoning his trousers I pulled it out. Without exaggeration I was pulling, pulling and it wouldn't come out. It seemed even bigger than in the morning. We lay on the bed and after a while we turned into a 69.

I remember that while I had his "balls" between my palms and was putting them in my mouth, his organ reached down low, under my breasts! He wasn't that much of an expert at what he was doing, but never mind, because I wanted him differently. I turned him on his back and sat on top of him. I managed to take him all inside me again. I only remember, that just like the first time he wasn't very hard, but when he went in so deep, he reached places where nothing had ever gone before, giving a feeling of fullness.

I put my hand behind me, to prevent him from coming out completely and I moved up and down slowly to feel that fullness. I was ready to come when he asked me to change position and put me on all fours. I seized the opportunity again and for a little while, I took him in my mouth again, licking him clean. I had developed a fetish for that organ. He started fucking me kneeling behind me and I remember I was pushing back too, trying to take him all inside me. I was so horny, I remember, that I was begging him to cum all his sperm inside me and at times I tried with my palm to caress his testicles and other times I played with my nipples.

I had surrendered completely and "let out a self" that I was unaware existed. I couldn't hold back any longer and I came with such intensity that my breath was cut off and I collapsed on the sheets without him finishing though.

After a few minutes of calm he lay down next to me. I asked him if it was anything I did that he didn't come in the end and he told me the following amazing thing. He wanted me to come first so he could enjoy my orgasm! I asked him what I could do to please him and he asked me first to take him in my mouth again and then if I had no objection to take me in my tight hole.

I had done it the first time with Mirka in that lesbian experience 12 years ago on the island and only one other time with my "ex". I didn't dream of spoiling his wish. Because I didn't have any Vaseline at home I gave him Nivea cream. I took him in my mouth again (I couldn't get enough of taking him like that) and when he was relatively hard (he never became rock hard) I turned on all fours.

At first he entered normally and fucked me again for a few minutes while with his hand he spread the cream on me. He pulled out and slowly pushed it into the tight hole. I grabbed the sheet and bit my lips from the pain and couldn't stifle a cry. Luckily it wasn't as thick as it was long. He finally got in and kept going in and there was no end. I thought it would come out of my mouth. The rhythm started to become fierce and by now I was taking him all inside and the pain had almost vanished. While in the morning and until that moment he had been particularly gentle and polite, now he had changed character. He became abrupt, pulled me by the hair and told me dirty talk. A 100% change, in other words. After a little while, before he came, with a sudden movement he turned me on my back, climbed on top of me and forcefully pushed it into my mouth.

He came immediately, half inside my mouth while the rest he smeared on my face. I was surprised but didn't react. At the end of the day, I owed it to him for the wonderful orgasms I had had that day.

When things calmed down, after I cleaned up, he became again the modest man I had known. I asked him what had gotten into him and he told me rather reservedly that he had a repressed desire to take women from behind and accordingly, if the occasion allowed it, to behave somewhat violently. He left and the next afternoon since I was returning, I asked him to come pick me up for the bus station. Needless to say, he found me waiting for him with my legs open on the bed, where for at least an hour he drove me out of my mind again.

We started with the classic, that is me taking him in my mouth and then he fucked me normally until I begged him to stop. I had made sure to have the cream next to me this time and without losing any time or giving me time to recover, he lifted my legs high and after lubricating my little hole, almost with malice he went all inside. This time he took a little longer, but he pulled out again and came on my belly and on my chest.

After the divorce, I hadn't made love. Those two days, when I let myself go without any commitment or restrictions, functioned as a release from the past and the beginning of a new start. I returned to Athens with more confidence, without since then needing to repeat whatever extremes took place at the country house and I am trying to rebuild my life.