Erotic fiction inspired by Messiah in “Dileva”
Eighteen years old and I took my first trip overseas. My family and I were flying from small town Ohio to London; it was 1968 so my head was full of The Beatles! The Who! The Mods! Carnaby Street! Apple Records! Bond Girls! I was so excited.
The first thing we discovered was that London was huge: Hyde Park and a bunch of castles and Chinese restaurants and hotels, with lots of Londoners fast walking the crowded streets and speaking unintelligibly. Fortunately, that cheeky accent made the girls even cuter.
And they were everywhere: waitresses, hotel clerks, shop girls, cleaning ladies, and all over the TV in sexy ads. Not to mention the newsstands loaded with pornography. There was nothing like that in Ohio! I was getting boners all day long that were hard to conceal, especially in my tight, mod slacks. And London girls loved to fuss over a teenaged boy from America, bringing me tea with yummy crumpets and biscuits – that's the other thing boys always think about, eating!
Halfway into the week I'd saved up enough change to buy one of those naughty magazines. I was very frustrated being in the hotel with my family, nowhere to go to jerk off, but I was determined. On the pretext of going out to see a movie one night, I purchased one of those dirty mags with my pocket of weird coins and my shaking hands. I slipped into an alley near the hotel where there was a dumpster and some trash cans and hid behind them. The pictures of the cute English girls with their straight, mod hairdos, big round boobies, lipstick, plump round bottoms and hairy bushes had an instant effect; my erection was painfully hard. With my back against the bricks, I unzipped and savored the release. And it didn't take long. I could feel a climax building and angled my boner so nothing would get on my slacks. I was starting to squirt when I heard a rustle, opened my eyes and saw the face of a horrified woman staring at me with a garbage bag in her hand.
Terrified, I turned and tried to run but my pants were around my ankles, tripping me over a trashcan and dumping me on my face in the contents. Oh my god! I was about to be arrested for being a sex criminal! Unbelievably scared, I started to cry as I tried to get up; then the lady was helping me stand.
"Sorry, love! Are you hurt?" she asked.
Quickly pulling up my pants, I blurted out some nonsense. "No, I don't think so. But this is a mess!" Suddenly she was laughing, and I realized how cute she was. "Are you going to have me arrested?"
"For what? Oh, I see. That's nothing... Free Love and all that, right? You're American, aren’t you?"
I explained I was on vacation with my family and she seemed to find my embarrassment rather sweet. “I'm done with my shift and our flat's just down the street. Come with me and let’s get you cleaned up." She turned and trotted off down the street, and I followed, utterly bemused.
When we reached her flat she handed me a towel. "You have a wash while I wash those dirty clothes,” she said. “What’s your name?”
"My name's Nancy… and this is Lulu, my flatmate!"
"Hello, Greg. Ooh, you're a tall one," her friend said, touching my chin. In the bathroom I stripped, handing my filthy clothes out the door. I was starting to recover, aware that both girls were totally cute. They fussed and giggled and chatted in their tiny kitchen but I couldn't understand a word of it until one of them called out to me.
"Greg! Would you like a cup of tea? I’m sorry, we don’t do coffee much here. Here, take my dressing gown. You can wear that while you wait for your clothes.”
Nancy's face appeared around the bathroom door, handing the robe in and... checking me out? I emerged and sat on the couch beside Nancy, who seemed to snuggle up closer to me. My hands covered my lap because, naturally, my johnson was betraying me again. And to make matters worse, Lulu came in with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, with nothing but her skivvies on!
"Whoops! Sorry Greg, didn’t know you were in here. I'm just getting ready for work."
Stunned, I couldn't take my eyes off her big, round breasts in their huge brassiere. I thought I heard angels singing when I felt Nancy's lips around my straining shaft. I looked down and she was licking the tip, her big brown eyes fixed on mine.
"I just couldn't waste it, handsome!"
I heard a soft snap and looked up to see Lulu's big white bra flying off and her boobs spilling out, their pink and brown nubby nipples mesmerizing.
"Ooh, that's lovely!" she said, admiring my erection. She knelt between my knees and wrapped those puppies around my stiffy, slowly jerking me off and licking my glans with each stroke.
Tea and crumpets were forgotten now; I was dissolving into ecstasy, my cock deep inside Lulu's slippery mouth. I was almost ready to get off, but Nancy said, "I saw him first, Lulu." Naked now, she sat on my knees and looked over her shoulder.
"Sorry Greg, but I can't get preggers. I think you'll like this, though..." She scooted back into my lap, reached for my straining shaft, and pressed me into her bottom.
What the hell was this? I'd never heard of anal sex! I was still a virgin though, so I hadn't heard of much; and I knew it felt incredible, Nancy rocking on my joint, fingers buried in her pubes. We went at it until Nancy moaned, her whole body tensed and she shuddered her orgasm all over me, drenching my crotch. I couldn't hold out. I erupted and filled up her asshole, her sweaty buns jiggling as I slammed into them.
I didn’t even have a chance to go soft before Lulu pushed Nancy off me and fed my slippery shaft into her bushy folds. Her pussy was hot and wet and hairy. Her curvy body bounced on my lap, so I pulled a boob to my mouth and sucked on her nipple. She tasted so sweet and her nipple stiffened up instantly. She switched me to her other boob and I sucked her nipple hard, confident now. I was a cocksman, ploughing a fertile field; not faltering, but ready to come again. Ah, to be eighteen again...
Lulu rose up on her knees and lined up the tip of my cock with her asshole, sighing as she slid down the pole, feeling me spreading her plump cheeks apart. I knew what I was doing now and started thrusting upward into her ass. I cupped her cheeks with my hands so I could bury my stiffy in her back passage. He boob was still in my mouth and I gave her little bites until she was moaning, then slammed her hard and gave her my load, feeling her butthole get warm and soft while she climaxed over her busy fingers. Wow!
Nancy fetched my clean clothes and handed them to me with a kiss. “You’d better have another wash,” she smiled. “You can’t go back to your hotel smelling of sex!”
Washed and dressed and ready to leave, I said, “I had a lovely time…”
“So did we,” Nancy said, pushing me towards the door. She grinned and gave me the Peace sign. “Free love, right?”
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