BUCHAREST
Anja and Betty strolled down an aisle of the chemist’s shop, picking out some last-minute items they needed for tomorrow’s trip to the Romanian capital of Bucharest.
Anja’s grandmother or bunică in the old language, had been born there, but the family had fled when she was seven, as the Soviets took over at the end of World War Two. Her grandmother’s father had led them to the American sector of Germany and then eventually to England. Anja’s grandmother had been a renowned beauty, but stayed single a long time, caring for her own grandparents and then parents, before marrying another Romanian refugee. This bloodline still showed clearly in Anja, with her thick, mahogany hair and full eyebrows over large, expressive eyes.
After years of Bunică’s stories about the old country, Anja was finally going to see it for herself, alongside her best friend and worst troublemaker, Betty.
Anja thought Betty had insisted on this late shopping stop to pick up a travel-sized tube of toothpaste or the like, but she should have known better from the buxom blonde. The kind of trip Betty had in mind would have severely shocked Bunică Marisa, but was becoming abundantly clear as she stopped them in front of the condoms and personal lubricants.
First she took four tubes of K-Y jelly and put them in the basket Anja was carrying.
“Just how much of this do you think you’ll actually use?” Anja asked with a mixture of humour and horror.
“It’s not about how much,” her randy friend answered. “It’s about making sure it’s always handy. Who knows where Vlad will want to impale us?”
Vlad referred to Vlad the Impaler, the notorious Romanian nobleman who had enemy prisoners impaled on wooden stakes on the battlefield to terrify the Ottoman soldiers who were marching north into Wallachia in the 15th century. Vlad was also known as Vlad Dracula and is said to have been a partial inspiration for Bram Stoker’s famous vampire, four centuries later.
When they’d first decided to go to Bucharest, they’d kicked around the idea of making a day trip up to visit Bran Castle, which many people referred to as Dracula’s Castle, even though Vlad had never really been there. From then on, Betty had referred to all Romanian men as Vlads. She’d also declared that the Romanian box on her Fuck-Around-the-World list was still blank and she was looking forward to being impaled on Vlad’s stake. Of course, it would be a stake of flesh and blood, not wood; though hopefully stiff as wood.
“One for your purse, one for mine, one for your bedroom, one for mine,” is how Betty accounted for the four tubes of lubricant.
Anja’s mouth hung open speechlessly. ‘For My purse and My room?’ she thought. No wonder her randy friend had put this off to the last minute — she obviously didn’t want Anja thinking about it too long before it was time to go.
Now looking among the condoms, Betty started placing several small packages into the basket. “What kind do you want?” she asked Anja.
Anja answered in a disbelieving tone, as if she now thought Betty might be playing a prank. “Again, how many do you think we’ll really need?”
“Well, we’ll be there seven days, so I’d better get fucked at least seven times.” She’d already put two 3-packs each of three different kinds of rubbers into the basket.
Anja was no vestal virgin and was certainly open to the idea of a romantic interlude during their stay, but, at least seven times, combined with the 18 condoms already in the carrier gave her pause.
“Seven days, but only six nights.”
“Then I’ll have to get fucked twice on one day. At least,” she added with her famous dirty grin.
“Well, then why not just get a big box? It will cost less,” Anja responded sarcastically.
Completely straight-faced, Betty replied, “Because when you hand a man a small box, he just thinks you’re a well-prepared woman of the world. If you ask him to take a rubber from an economy pack, he’ll think you’re a slut. We don’t want anyone thinking we’re sluts, do we?”
Both women laughed, then took their purchases to the checkout. Anja blushed when the old chemist looked at them queerly over the tops of his half-rim glasses.
But Betty gave him a saucy look in return and said, “You don’t think bad of us because we make them wear protection, do you? They seem to come just as hard with a rubber as without.”
The old man’s jaw dropped and he almost did the same with their change.
“Oh, you are so bad,” Anja told her friend as they walked out.
“You’d better believe it,” Betty replied.
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The next day they arrived in Bucharest and checked into their two-bedroom suite at the Grand Hotel Continental. It was one of the fanciest hotels in town, but both women had good careers and could afford to splurge.
Despite Betty’s actions in the chemist’s, the women were interested in more of the city than just its sex life. Anja wanted to visit the National Museum of Romanian History to learn more about her ancestry, while Betty was always interested in art museums, from classical to modern. But today would just be a short introductory jaunt, to get their first feeling of the city and its people.
After dropping off their bags, the women walked to the old town, which was less than a kilometre away. They explored various shops and stopped for coffee and a bite at an outdoor café. They listened to buskers and saw a lot of clubs apparently catering to the students from the many university colleges in the area. After a few hours, during which they felt a very active vibe in the city, they made their way back to the hotel. Their research had told them that the club scene didn’t get started until quite late, so the two friends each went into her bedroom and laid down for a nap.
After resting a few hours, they got ready to go. Each wore a slinky dress; the pale Betty in black, the dark Anja in red. Many heads turned to follow them across the lobby and into the hotel restaurant. There they ate a light meal and split a bottle of a delicious native red.
Then it was time to hit the town. They approached the concierge and told him they wanted to dance where the natives danced. Betty leaned in close and gave him a good look down the front of her dress at her full cleavage.
The concierge told the doorman to call up a taxi and passed on a location to give the driver. Helping them into the car, the doorman openly looked them over and when Betty sat down she hitched up her short red skirt to give him a look at the black silk thong covering her quim. With a happy smile on his face, he closed the door and told the driver to charge them only what the locals paid, not the tourists, before sending them on their way.
The concierge knew his discos. The taxi pulled up in front of a flashy, but classy looking place with a dangerous-looking, but well-dressed bouncer. Spotting the two beauties sans escorts, he immediately lowered the velvet rope and waved the Brits into the dance hall.
The sound system was good; loud, but clear, and the DJ was sending an excellent mix of rhythms through it. Betty and Anja first hit the floor together, but it wasn’t long before they were being asked to dance by many men. A few tried to move in quickly and stake a place at the small table the girls had taken. Betty sweetly, but firmly, kept them moving.
Betty told her less-experienced companion that they didn’t want to use ‘first-come, first-served’ as their way of meeting men. Instead, they had a great time flirting and dancing with a variety of guys. Mostly Romanians, but also Russian, Hungarian, Italian and even Swedish.
One particular pair had caught the girls’ eyes from the start and when they’d finished their third dance with them, Betty invited them to stay at the table. The men eagerly agreed. Florin and Daniel were Bucharest natives, but both had spent time in America and spoke great English. True, it was American English, but still completely understandable.
It wasn’t long before they were sitting thigh to thigh and starting to kiss. Florin had paired up with Anja and Daniel with Betty. But Betty wasn’t about to let the hunting males think they were in charge.
Breaking off a particularly steamy kiss with Daniel, during which he’d started stroking the inside of her thigh, Betty said, “Florin, come dance with me.” She pulled him away from Anja and onto the dance floor. Anja knew what her friend was doing and she took Daniel’s hand and followed the others to the floor.
Coming back to the table they sat with their new partners and started making out again. Twice more they switched partners while dancing and the guys were in the swing of things now.
Daniel drove them back to the girls’ hotel. Stopping at the concierge desk, Betty asked to have a bottle of champagne sent up to the room. When it arrived, they all sat on the large sofa, sipping the delicious vintage and stroking their seat partners.
Anja was enjoying how well Daniel kissed and the feel of his hand on her breast when she heard the sound of a zipper. Looking over, she saw that Betty had turned the heat up quite a few notches by slipping her hand into Florin’s open fly.
Suddenly, she decided not to be outdone by her friend’s boldness and twisted in her seat, giving her back to Daniel. Without a word, she reached her hand behind her neck and touched the top of her zipper. The Romanian was a clever boy and quickly slid the zip down.
Anja got to her feet and still with her back to the man, shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in nothing but heels and a thong. The women had counter-dressed, with Betty wearing a black thong under her red dress and Anja wearing red under her black. Her hands covered her small, pointed breasts when she turned to face him, but quickly came down as she placed one knee on the sofa cushion next to him. Reaching out to Daniel’s curly black hair, she pulled him in to suckle her breast.
Although less aggressive than Betty in day to day life, Anja could also be forceful when her desire was up, as it was now. Daniel was gently kissing her breasts, lightly pulling on her nipples with his lips, getting a feel for what she liked. Wrapping her fingers tighter in his curls, she jammed her tit into his mouth. Ever the quick study, he sucked deeply on the dusky flesh, running his tongue roughly over her swelling nipple.
Assessing that his new partner liked it on the rough side, Daniel grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and slowly stood up from the sofa. Keeping a tight grip on her sensitive nubs, Daniel guided Anja around until she was seated on the edge of the sofa, staring him in the crotch.
The British babe didn’t need any more prompting. She quickly had him unzipped and hanging out of his fly. It wasn’t until she sucked his stiffening rod into her mouth that he finally let go of her nipples.
The release from the lightly painful pinch sent an unexpected shock from her tits to her clit. Anja suddenly buried her face all the way to his crotch, taking in his whole half-soft dick; she loved to feel a man grow to full hardness in her mouth. As he did, she felt her juices beginning to flow freely.
Now his manhood was wonderfully hard and she started sliding her pretty mouth up and down his staff. Or was it a stake? Anja giggled awkwardly around his cock when she thought of how a Vlad was impaling her face. She pulled her mouth all the way off so she could smile, breathe, and get over the giggle.
Looking sideways, Anja saw her friend getting impaled in the same way, only Florin was sitting on the sofa and Betty was kneeling in front of him.
The curvy blonde, a self-described cock-slut, also pushed her head down as far as she could, feeling the Romanian’s cockhead growing toward the back of her throat. He tasted musky, probably from sweating while dancing, but the flavour just made her hornier.
Like Anja, she had his cock poking through the fly of his pants, so she hadn’t seen his equipment clearly yet. However, she had picked up that he was uncircumcised and she used her teeth to peel back the foreskin, sending shivers through his body as her tongue circled his exposed glans.
While squeezing his balls, Betty’s hand made another discovery about his intimate anatomy — he was shaved! Suddenly she wanted to feel his smooth balls in her mouth. Lifting her head, she began urgently pulling at his belt buckle. Florin’s hands replaced hers and he told her in his sexy accent, “Undo my shoes.”
Soon his hand-stitched Italian dress shoes were off to the side, his pants and underpants heaped on top. He slouched on the sofa with his ass on the edge and his legs spread wide, so Betty could easily mouth his dangling bollocks while running her hand up and down his rod.
Feeling the same need for freedom, Daniel stepped back from Anja and started shucking his own clothes. Anja undid the ankle laces from her shoes and tossed them aside, watching Daniel disrobe with appreciation. He had a slim, taut body, with nice ridges in his stomach, legs and arms.
Completely naked now, Daniel stepped back toward Anja. She leaned forward, expecting to suck him again.
Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her shoulder back with one hand, while holding her hips in place with the other. Intentionally or not, she ended up in the same position as Florin a bit down the sofa from her.
Daniel spread her knees and kissed the insides of her thighs. His kisses moved to her silk-covered mound and then he was grinding his face against her, using his tongue to push the material of her thong into her crack.
Anja couldn’t believe how hot she felt; the whole situation was so sudden, so exciting and erotic. Incredibly, she was already close to climax just from the pressure of his lips and tongue on her swollen clit under its flimsy silk cover. She started thrusting her hips, grinding harder against his face. Then her ass was bucking as she let the fast orgasm come and take her.
As the final tremors went through her, Daniel kept gently kissing her mound.
“My God!” laughed Betty. “Did you just dry hump your way to an orgasm?”
Anja just gave her a dreamy smile; it was Daniel who answered.
“Dry? No, I do not think so.” He pulled the red material to one side and ran his tongue over her glistening lips. “Definitely not dry.” Reaching to her waist, he began sliding the panties down. Anja lifted her ass to help.
Then the guys did something that amazed even the experienced Betty. Daniel held the drenched thong under his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he stretched his arm out and handed Anja’s soiled panty to Florin, who just as eagerly held it to his nose and breathed in like he was inhaling a popper.
Anja’s eyes had been glued to the handoff of her unmentionables from one man to the other, but they snapped back to her crotch when Daniel dived into her open puss and drank deeply. Anja revelled in the way his talented tongue spread the petals of her flower and she lay back to enjoy it.
When he suddenly pulled his head away, she felt bereft and disappointed. Then she heard, “She is delicious Florin. You must taste her.”
The newly-minted international slut’s eyes flew open and she watched mesmerized as Daniel got to his feet. Betty was looking at her with glowing eyes and a wide smile as she sat back on her haunches to allow Florin to rise from the couch and take Daniel’s place on his knees in front of Anja.
The second Vlad put his fingers gently on either side of her cunny and pulled the lips aside, gazing in rapt attention. Anja couldn’t remember ever feeling so exposed, but it was thrilling. The man then plunged his tongue deep in her love tunnel, lapping up her juices. Anja closed her eyes again and let him drink.
Meanwhile, Daniel pulled Betty to her feet and kissed her deeply. She could clearly taste the lady-juice that she already knew from experience was so sweet.
Then the beautiful man was on his knees in front of her, lifting her skirt to her waist and pulling down her black thong. Her pussy was already soaked, so Daniel wasted no time in hungrily sucking on her tender lips. He leaned back, looked up at her smiling, and said, “Also delicious. You are like two bottles of fine wine.”
He then rotated and sat down on the carpet, his back against the sofa with his head tilted way back on the cushion. Betty pulled her dress up over her head and undid her lacy bra, freeing her full breasts. She placed a knee on either side of Daniel’s curly head, put her hands on the back of the couch and began to eagerly ride his face.
Florin’s mouth on her muff felt great, but Anja was ready for more. She pulled him to his feet and stripped off his last remaining piece of clothing, his shirt. He was more solid than Daniel, with well-muscled shoulders and chest. After stripping him down and sucking him to full hardness, she moved over to her purse and came back with the condoms and K-Y her well-prepared slut friend had insisted she carry. The K-Y certainly wasn’t needed just then, so she tossed that on the coffee table, then rolled a rubber over the man’s throbbing penis.
She moved back to the couch; her right knee went up on a cushion, while her left foot remained on the floor. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the sofa arm. Her ass was slightly out of proportion to the rest of her slender frame, full and round, and it looked even more enticing as it thrust back at the man. Florin swiftly and smoothly guided his cock between the slightly gaping lips of her sweet cunny. She sighed in pleasure and pushed back against him. They fell immediately into a wonderful rhythm.
Ready to be impaled by her own Vlad, Betty stood up, grabbed Daniel under his arms and pulled him up into a sitting position on the sofa. She saw the 3-pack of rubbers that Anja had opened laying on the table by the K-Y and liberated one to use on her new lover.
Once he was gloved, Betty straddled his hips the way she had his head, only now she was sinking down onto his cock instead of his tongue. And what a good, fucking cock it was.
The next twenty minutes were filled with grunts and moans and the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as the two traveling sluts and their two lucky escorts took their pleasure from each other in various positions.
As the two women stood on hands and knees on the sofa, facing each other, they began kissing as their foreign hook-ups fucked each one doggy style. Then Betty said, “Anja, I want to try something. Will you help me?”
“Of course. What should I do?”
“Grab the K-Y.”
Florin pulled out and back to allow Anja loose. The weak-kneed woman slipped off the sofa to the floor and crawled over to the table that had been pushed back a couple of feet.
Betty crawled forward on the sofa until she was free from Daniel, then got to her feet. She guided the man to move from his knees to his back until he was lying out flat, with his feet toward where Florin waited at the other end of the sofa.
Betty got back up and went astride Daniel’s hips. She checked that his condom was still good, then held her hand out toward her girlfriend with her palm up and open. Anja undid the cap and squeezed some lube onto her horny friend’s fingertips.
After smearing the gel up and down the sheath, Betty raised up and pointed his shaft at her twat. Then she slowly slid down, glorying in each wonderful inch as it disappeared inside her. When she hit bottom, she leaned forward, pressing her big tits against his chest and kissing him.
After a moment she turned her head sideways toward her helper. “Grease up my bunghole.”
A shock and a thrill ran through Anja. “You want him in your…in your…”
“Yes. In my bum. You know how good it feels.”
The look on Anja’s face made it clear that she didn’t.
“You don’t mean to say you’ve never done Greek?”
Anja shook her head no.
“After all this time and all we’ve done together I can’t believe I didn’t know that. Well, trust me, it feels great and wonderfully naughty.”
The blush ran from Anja’s face to the tops of her breasts.
“But wait,” Betty purred. “You haven’t heard the best part. I don’t want this one in my arse, he’s fine where he is. I want the other one in my arse — at the same time. Impaled by two Vlads at once.”
Anja’s tongue unconsciously ran over her lips.
Betty sounded absolutely starving as she continued. “I’ve often fantasized about it, now it’s time. Will you help?”
Anja swallowed, nodded her head and kneeled on the floor alongside her friend. She placed the tip of the tube at the top of the kinky slut’s bum cleavage and squeezed out a line of lube. After capping the tube, she put it on the floor. Then she put her fingers in the goo and smeared it down between Betty’s big, beautiful ass cheeks and across her rosy anus.
“Rub it in,” Betty moaned.
Anja gently began rubbing the slippery goo on the wrinkled flesh.
“Tickle my asshole.” Betty squirmed, grinding her twat on the pole inside her and pressing her asshole back against her amazed friend’s fingers.
“It will help if something small goes in first,” Florin said from behind her. Leaning close, he breathed into Anja’s ear. “Put your finger in her ass. Finger fuck your girlfriend.”
“Oh, yes,” whimpered Betty. “Do it.”
She halted the movement of her big ass, letting Anja find the true centre. The nervous girl began pushing lightly.
“Harder,” said Betty.
“Harder,” said Florin.
Suddenly, Betty thrust her hips backward and Anja’s finger slipped into the tight hole. “Uunnhhh,” groaned Betty.
“Now fuck, her,” demanded Florin. “Fuck her good. Like this.” He slipped his own finger up into Anja’s dripping wet twat from below.
The brunette gasped in pleasure, then began moving her finger in and out of the blonde’s tight ass.
Anja couldn’t see Daniel’s hard cock since it was completely buried in Betty’s twat, but could see the way his hips thrust up from the cushion to keep moving inside her friend. She stroked deeper and faster into the other woman’s butthole, setting up an alternating rhythm so that either a cock or a finger was always pushing deep into Betty. The sight was incredibly arousing.
It got even hotter in the next moment. While Florin’s left hand remained in Anja’s crotch, his right hand appeared next to hers on Betty’s fat bottom. He rubbed his fingers in some spare lubricant shining on the pale skin. Then his finger began rubbing next to Anja’s.
She started to pull out, to make room for his thicker digit, but he said, “No. Stay.”
The Vlad pushed harder. Panting and whimpering, Betty pushed back against them. The man’s finger found its way in alongside Anja’s.
Betty gasped and almost seemed ready to cry.
“Is it too much, darling?” Anja asked worriedly.
The snarl that answered caught her by surprise. “Fuck no. Oh, God. Fuck my ass, bitch!”
Florin’s free fingers wrapped around Anja’s hand and they started moving in and out together. “Give her what she wants,” he ordered. “Fuck the whore’s ass.”
The inexperienced girl was almost overwhelmed with the wave of desire that suddenly struck her. If this stranger who was saying such rude things about her girlfriend would stay on her clit for even a few seconds, Anja knew she would come again.
Instead, he kept stroking his finger, his two fingers, she suddenly realized, in and out of her sopping cunny in the same rhythm as their combined fingers reamed Betty.
“Another,” instructed the Romanian as he added a third finger to his assault on Anja’s gash.
The thrilled young Brit extended her middle finger to go alongside their two index fingers. Florin guided their triple-digit penetrator to pick up one last blob of K-Y from the top of Betty’s ass, then went back to the sexy butthole.
The tip of his index finger pressed through the tight sphincter first, with Anja’s middle finger a millimetre or two after and her index finger another two millimetres after that. When all three were in past their fingernails, they paused.
The powerfully built man stared deep into the slight woman’s eyes. “And what will we do now?” His tone of voice was commanding and Anja quivered with unexpected excitement at submitting to his will.
“We’ll fuck the whore’s ass. We’ll make it gape until it can handle your big dick.”
Florin smiled and nodded approvingly. Then he began guiding them in deeper and Anja pressed with him to ravage her best friend’s delicate anus.
A long, low wail came from Betty and she bit into Daniel’s shoulder to muffle her screams of pleasure at being so violated. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as the three fingers went in as deep as they could, paused and twisted back and forth a few times, before setting up a steady plunging rhythm in counterpoint to Daniel’s up-thrusting from below.
After glorious minutes of abuse, the curvaceous Brit barked out, “Now cock. Cock now!”
Florin pulled his fingers out of Anja’s twat and put them into his mouth while he stood. His right hand released its grip on the slender Brit’s ass-stroking hand, but his finger remained buried in the other slut’s backdoor.
Anja looked up at him in adoration and hungry for direction. He simply looked down at his crotch and then the tube of lubricant on the floor.
She pulled her fingers out of her friend’s ass, which brought a sigh from the lead slut. She picked up and opened the K-Y, then pulled the wrinkled-up rubber off Florin’s half-swollen cock. A few sucks from her pretty mouth had him quickly back to full strength. She rolled on a new rubber, smeared it with a bit of gel, and then guided the Vlad’s impaler to Betty’s gaping asshole.
With no hesitation and no mercy, he plunged full length into her. Betty cried out. In answer, Florin pulled almost all the way out and did it again. Then again. And again.
Now Betty was grunting like an animal, trying not to lose the cock in her pussy as she pushed back against each slam into her backside.
Not wanting to shoot off too soon, Florin settled into a slower rhythm, mixing short strokes with deep ones. He could feel Daniel’s rod rubbing against his through the woman’s thin internal membrane.
“How does it look?” Betty asked with a slur.
“Incredible,” her awestruck friend replied. “How does it feel?”
“Even better. Even better than incredible.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “But I’m hogging both the cocks, aren’t I? You need some attention too. Come up here.”
Anja reluctantly tore her gaze away from the sight of the amazing double fuck and slid over toward her bad role model’s head.
“Vlad Daniel’s tongue is free, why don’t you set your pussy right there.”
Anja stood, confused on the best way to approach this.
“Slide back, boys,” her friend directed her cocksmen. Slinking backward like some strange caterpillar, the three lovers shifted down until Daniel’s feet came up against the side of the sofa arm behind them and there was a wide open space between his head and the other arm of the long sofa.
“Now put that pillow under his head,” Betty said, nodding to a throw pillow. Once Daniel’s head was elevated, Betty said, “Now, pussy-fuck that pretty face.”
Anja carefully straddled the man’s curly head and lowered her dark bush to his waiting mouth. “Lean all the way forward until your chest is on the cushion,” was her next direction. This put her tight, round ass right in front of her friend’s face, which was just what Betty wanted.
“Another great way to get ready for a buttfuck is to have someone open you up with their tongue first. Like this.” She pushed her face in between the soft cheeks and kissed the other woman’s virgin asshole. Then she prodded the brown star with the tip of her tongue.
The smaller woman gasped and squirmed, but with her knees on either side of Daniel’s head and he and Betty holding her in place, she was wide open and couldn’t escape.
Soon she didn’t want to. The man was doing wonderful things to her pussy again and she couldn’t believe how good the woman’s tongue felt in her most private place. The two mouths worked on her holes, driving her into a frenzy.
Meanwhile, Betty was about to lose her own mind. The two cocks splitting her open was as great as she’d ever hoped. And making love to her friend’s virgin ass with her tongue was just too damned kinky and exciting. She could feel an explosive orgasm building inside her.
‘Double penetration, a fucking DP,’ she thought. ‘I’m doing it, I’m taking two cocks at the same time.’ ‘In my ass and in my pussy, in my ass and in my pussy,’ she chanted to herself, revelling in the dirty thoughts as her body enjoyed the dominating fullness.
As she worked herself up to her climax, her thoughts became verbal. “In my ass and in my pussy. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck my ass and fuck my pussy. I’m going to come, I’m going to come all over your beautiful hard cocks, fuck me hard, fuck meeeee!”
Anja had to see this! She popped up off Daniel’s face, spun around and sat up on the sofa arm. Her slut mentor was absolutely shaking like an earthquake between the two men.
With Anja out of the way, Florin could finally see Daniel and the long-time fuck partners communicated through their eyes and matched their rhythms so that every upthrust into her cunt was matched by a downthrust into her ass. The synchronized pounding turned Betty’s orgasm up to a ten and she nearly passed out in pleasure.
The British slut was fucking hot and Florin loved pounding her big, beautiful ass. He was ready to follow her into orgasm, but he caught a tiny head shake from Daniel that told him, ‘Not yet, not yet.’ Reluctantly, and with incredible difficulty, he bit back on his own passion, closed his eyes and concentrated on the texture of the sofa material under his knees as he slowed his thrusting. When the woman collapsed underneath him, he stopped moving and just held his cock still in her tight asshole, willing the pulses in his neck and prick to slow down.
“Oh, my God,” Anja moaned from her perch above the action.
“Oh, my God, is right,” Betty mumbled against Daniel’s chest. Raising herself up, she moved her mouth to the curly-headed man’s and said, “That was fucking brilliant,” before kissing him deeply. After finally breaking off, she reached back with one hand, signalling the ass-fucking Vlad to pull out. She sighed sadly when he did and got to his feet alongside the sofa.
Lifting herself off of pussy-Vlad’s cock, she also got to her feet, although quite unsteadily. Florin gathered her in his strong arms and took his own kiss. While they tongue-wrestled, she held out a hand to Daniel and pulled him to his feet alongside them. She left the wavy-haired Vlad’s mouth and moved it to the curly-headed one. Back and forth she kissed the two men until she finally stopped in the middle, panting. “Fucking brilliant!”
Taking a step away, she turned toward Anja, who was still sitting on the sofa arm gawping at them. Her legs were spread and she was eagerly rubbing herself. “Your turn,” the senior slut said.
Perplexed, the young woman just looked at her; confused, scared, and excited about what Betty meant.
The woman with the gaping cunt and asshole reached toward her and Anja put her hand in Betty’s. There was a little roughness in the bolder women’s voice as she directed the dark-haired girl to move around on the sofa. Tugging on Anja’s hand, Betty spun her a quarter turn to her left and back down to her knees on the seat cushion, facing the back of the sofa.
Betty dashed into her bedroom for a few moments and came back with a handful of condom 3-packs that she tossed onto the coffee table. She picked up the tube of K-Y and handed it to Florin before taking a seat on the front edge of the sofa, alongside her best friend. Placing her hands on Anja’s ass cheeks, she spread them wide. “My fingernails are too long, you get her ready.”
Squeezing some gel on his fingers, the stud began rubbing the puckered hole. Betty’s tongue had done a good job relaxing Anja’s natural shyness about thinking of her backdoor as a sexy spot and Florin was soon up to his knuckle in Anja’s butt.
The anal virgin couldn’t believe the delicious thrill it sent through her body, but still there was fear.
“Betty?” She said weakly.
“Quiet.” Was the answer. “You’re losing your anal cherry today. I’m giving your ass to Vlad the Impaler.”
Florin didn’t know how the ancient Wallachian Prince and vicious killer came into this, but he didn’t care, he just jabbed his finger into the dark-haired beauty’s bunghole. With his other hand, he kept his cock stiff. He didn’t have to work at it very hard though, the mere idea of being invited to take the beautiful girl’s anal virginity was keeping him hard enough to nearly split his condom. The big-tittied woman had a great ass to fuck and he could only imagine that the slim virgin would be even tighter.
After pressing in a second finger, he gently, but firmly stroked in and out for a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, Betty took a fresh condom out of a box and replaced the one on his cock that had come out of her own ass. The Romanian hunk squeezed a blob of lube just above the British-Romanian girl’s anus, then dragged the head of his cock through the gel and aimed it at the brown target outlined by Betty’s long, red nails.
The well-muscled stud began pressing against Anja’s backdoor. He had rammed straight into Betty’s bunghole without warning, correctly sensing the experienced ass-slut would love it. With virgin Anja he would start more gently.
“Just relax, baby,” cooed Betty. “Relax and push back against him.
Florin started making little jabs, bouncing lightly against the girl’s anus. She picked up his rhythm, pushing more firmly against him, until suddenly the head of his cock slipped right in past the tight outer ring of muscles. He held still to let her get used to it.
Betty slipped to her feet, moving behind the man. Reaching around him to grab her girlfriend’s hips, she pushed against his fine ass with her crotch. The stiff cock slipped in deeper and Anja gasped again. After a slight pause; another push, another two inches, and another gasp.
Next, Betty pushed instead of pulled on Anja’s hips and brought her own backwards, away from Florin’s ass. The skilled dancer picked up her lead and followed, pulling back from Anja’s ass with Betty. Then he felt the blonde woman’s pelvis press against his bottom again, stopping him with just his cock head remaining inside. They went through the same exercise three more times, with the big-bottomed girl driving him deeper into the other woman’s ass each time until finally he was balls deep.
As they paused for one last time, Betty growled, “Little girl, did I hear you say something earlier about ‘Fuck the whore’s ass’?” Anja just mewled. “Who’s ass is getting fucked now?” the blonde demanded, pulling back hard on the submissive woman’s hips to drive the cock that much deeper.
“Mine, mine,” whimpered the girl.
“And who’s the slutty whore now?”
“I am. We are.”
“Yes, we are,” the senior slut agreed as she set up a steady rhythm with her proxy cock, reaming the no-longer-virgin asshole deep and hard. It was a rhythm that the young woman impaled on the cock matched as she pushed back against them more and more enthusiastically.
Betty slipped out from behind Florin and took her place on the sofa next to Anja, in the same position. “Told you it was good, didn’t I?” she said, her face close to her friend’s.
“Unh hunh,” was all Anja could manage.
“Big cock ramming up your backside.”
Anja grunted and pushed back harder against her impaler.
“You’re a nasty slut, Anja. Letting a complete stranger fuck your dirthole. You’re a dirty, nasty, ass-fucking slut.”
In answer, Anja thrust her tongue deep into her corrupter’s mouth and wiggled her ass to urge her Vlad to thrust into her faster.
Kissing her back fiercely, Betty reached back with one hand and pulled her own ass cheek to the side. Daniel had been idly stroking himself, staying ready for when this wild woman called him back into her dirty game. Quickly donning a new rubber, he squirt a dab of gel on the tip of his cock and positioned it against her rosebud.
He pushed forward, she pushed back, and she had the second cock of the night in her ass.
The girls broke their kiss to concentrate on the abuse their asses were taking.
“Rub your clit,” Betty grunted, reaching down between her own legs.
Now there was no holding back. The women’s fingers flew over their nubs, the men slammed into their backsides and in a few short minutes, all four were rocking and grunting in the throes of mind-bending orgasms.
A little while later, the two British tourists sat side by side on the sofa, each playing gently with the other’s wet pussy. Their native guides were over by the wet bar, mixing up some traditional Romanian cocktails.
“I really like your Gran’s country,” the pale-skinned, large-breasted Anglo-Saxon said. “This is going to be a great week,” she added as she ogled the two beautiful naked men and thought about how she would use them next.
Her pointy-breasted, dark-haired beauty of a traveling companion agreed, so happy she’d finally made the trip to visit her grandmother’s home country. She also stared at the two men, their lovely cocks hanging heavily between their legs, and wondered how they would use her next.
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