Vacation in Abkhazia

Hello, my dear friends. Today I want to share with you a story that happened to me during a vacation in Abkhazia. Every summer, my mom and I would go on vacation for a couple of weeks to the south. It was either the Black Sea coast in the Krasnodar region or Crimea, but this time we went to Abkhazia. At 19, I looked quite attractive: my height was 1.70, I had a third cup size, and gorgeous hips. My mom, at 38, also looked much younger than her age, and from the outside, we looked like two friends. First, we started looking for accommodation, and right at the train station, local taxi drivers advised us to call a phone number they gave us.

We called the number and arranged a meeting. The taxi driver kindly drove us to the address, helped us with our personal belongings, and carried them to the gate of the private house where we had arranged to rent a room for our vacation. The gate was opened by a tall young guy; he greeted us, took our bags, and led us along the house to a separate building. We approached a building that looked more like a small shed; a thought flashed through my mind that it was the house of one of the three little pigs, Nif-Nif or Naf-Naf. But as they say, for the amount we agreed on, we couldn't afford anything more decent. However, upon entering the room, I was deeply surprised by the cleanliness, order, and most importantly, the comfort inside. He left our things and headed for the exit; I followed him to clarify various details, and I noticed that the taxi driver who brought us was still standing in the yard. For some reason, I thought the taxi driver and the house owner were acquainted. I talked to the house owner about payment, also clarified the living conditions, asked about the shower, water, and all that. By the way, the house owner's name was Aslan. After that, I went to my "chambers," of course, just kidding. Entering the room, I saw my mom unpacking. I shared the living conditions with her and told her where and how we would have to take a shower and where to get water. Yes, the shower was outside; it was an ordinary summer shower, fortunately with both cold and hot water available on-site. Mom said that after the journey, she really wanted to take a shower, so leaving me to continue unpacking, she took a towel and went outside to the shower. I went out with her to show her where the summer shower was and noticed that Aslan was still standing by the gate talking to the taxi driver. I went back into the room and started watching the conversation between the two guys from the window. Aslan looked like a very attractive guy, about 25 years old, strong, tall, and stocky; for some reason, I thought he must get a lot of attention from local girls. And for some reason, I immediately felt a pleasant warmth inside my stomach. I caught myself thinking that I hadn't even arrived in the south yet and was already looking for a victim for sex. I stepped away from the window and continued unpacking, still somewhere deep in my thoughts, evaluating and imagining Aslan as a sexual object. It was closer to lunchtime, and the heat outside was already unbearable. But I was wearing a light dress, and the first thing I did upon entering the room and being alone was take off my panties, as at home, both I and my mom didn't wear underwear. After unpacking, I sprawled on the bed, spreading my arms to the sides; in this room, there was only one bed, but it was simply huge, even for two people it was very, very big. I closed my eyes and thought how good it felt to sprawl on the bed after an exhausting journey, and at that moment, my mom entered the room. She told me that even though the shower was outside, it was very comfortable; she described it to me: the shower had a huge changing room with a large mirror, and in the washing area itself, besides the regular shower, there was a tropical shower. In general, mom was very pleased with both the shower and the house itself. I would have ordered... Mom sprawled next to me and also spread her arms to the sides. "We're not going anywhere today," she said aloud. "Today is acclimatization," and she closed her eyes. Both of us, sprawled on the bed, enjoyed the silence. And in that silence, we didn't notice how we both fell into a daytime sleep. The journey made itself felt, and we, both tired, fell asleep very quickly. I woke up because I felt cool; looking at the clock, I was simply shocked—it was half past nine in the evening. I got up from the bed and covered my mom with a blanket. I decided to go take a shower to rinse off, took a towel and shower gel. Going out into the yard, I was surprised at how quiet it was. I quickly ran to the shower room, opened the door to the changing room, and froze; in front of me stood a completely naked Aslan, drying his hair with a towel. Therefore, he didn't see me immediately and couldn't react somehow. I took advantage of this moment and thoroughly examined the young, strong guy in all his glory. And finally, Aslan stopped drying his hair with the towel, and removing the towel from his head, he saw me standing in the doorway. He abruptly covered his privates with the towel and awkwardly pressed himself against the wall. "Oh, sorry," I said to Aslan, "the door wasn't closed, and I thought no one was here." And suddenly, unexpectedly for me, Aslan said, "It's okay, come in; there's enough room for two here." Without a second thought, I stepped into the changing room, closing the door behind me. And putting the towel and gel on the shelf, I very easily and casually slipped the straps off my shoulders, and my sundress fell to the floor, revealing all my beauty to the guy whom I had just been examining from a distance of an arm's length literally a few minutes ago. Looking at Aslan, I saw his eyes running over my body, examining all my charms. I was already unstoppable; I took a step forward toward Aslan. Honestly, I always dreamed of being in the embrace of a man who has a lot of body hair, and Aslan turned out to be exactly that kind of guy; his chest and arms were covered with thick hair. I placed my hand on his chest, immersing it in the thick hair, and moved it downward. I carefully took his hand, which was holding the towel and covering his male treasure. Aslan obediently removed his hand and threw the towel aside. Looking into each other's eyes, we seemed to try to read each other's thoughts; then Aslan raised his hand and placed it on my shoulder; with his other hand, he was caressing his own cock. He gently pressed on my shoulder, letting me understand what he wanted. And I obediently began to kneel, placing the towel under my knees. And so, kneeling and watching as magic happens before my face, as the young guy's cock gains all its power and strength and prepares for its direct purpose. But what pleased me the most was that Aslan actually had an incredibly beautiful cock, like from a picture; it was so magnificent that in my head, I had already tried it on all my holes. It was big and strong, with a large round head resembling a big lollipop; with great pleasure, I took it in my hand and began to slowly move it up and down, as if pumping his cock even more. Aslan placed both hands on my head and gently stroked my hair; I didn't want to rush things; I admired his cock. Well, then Aslan very gently pressed on the back of my head, and the head of his cock touched my lips. I inhaled the scent of young flesh, and everything in my eyes became blurry; my taste buds were already ready to taste all the sweetness of this cock. And so, Aslan once again gently pressed on the back of my head, and now the head of his cock gently sinks into my hot little mouth. I accompany all this action with the play of my tongue; I circle my tongue around the head, caressing both his holes. Then I begin to caress his frenulum; Aslan stopped pressing on my head, and I got the opportunity to properly suck the head of the cock. Honestly, in the whole process of a blowjob, I insanely liked sucking precisely the head of the cock; a huge amount of saliva always formed in my mouth; I enjoyed sucking the head of the cock until the man himself continued to push his cock deeper into my mouth. And this time, I was very grateful to Aslan that he gave me the opportunity to suck on the head of his cock. And now his cock was completely in a combat stance; it was like stone. And Aslan, taking the head of his cock out of my mouth, lifted me from my knees, turned me around, and bent me into the well-known position. And again, a wave ran through my whole body; I leaned on the bench with both hands and, arching, presented my ass as if on display. Aslan, grabbing me by the hips, brought his cock, by then already quite wet, to my pussy and began to impale me on his cock; I was in seventh heaven with happiness. He slowly pushed his cock deeper into my pussy. And now, having plunged into me up to his balls, Aslan, as if he read my thoughts, slipped his hands from below and grabbed my tits, and for a few seconds, lay his chest on my back. From the contact of his hairy chest with my back, I simply shook, and I realized that I had experienced my first orgasm. Aslan, without taking out his cock, kneaded my tits, pulling the nipples down; I was ready to squeal with pleasure but only bit my lip. Then he released my tits and grabbed my hips and began to slowly pull his cock out of me. He pulled his cock out almost to the very end, then again with all his force pushed it deep inside, causing a wild wave of pleasure throughout my body; he changed the rhythm and pace of his cock entering my pussy. And now he began to pound his cock so hard deep into me that I realized Aslan was about to cum, and for some reason, I started asking him to cum in my mouth; from everything that was happening, my mind was so blown that I began to beg him, "Aslan, please cum in my mouth, please cum in my mouth," I kept repeating the same phrase. And so, Aslan took his cock out of me and very quickly turned me around, put me on my knees, and at the same moment, Aslan's cock burst through my lips; Aslan, grabbing my head, began to impale me on his cock with sharp movements. He pushed his entire cock through my mouth; I managed to taste my own pussy. But despite all this, I wanted only one thing: I wanted Aslan's sperm to fill my mouth. With one hand, I leaned on the floor; with the other hand, I massaged Aslan's balls; taught by experience, I waited for the balls to begin to pull up to the cock, hinting to me that the first portion of sperm was about to burst out. And finally, the head of Aslan's cock began to pulsate in my throat, and the balls tightened up to the cock, and now the first portion of sperm flowed down my throat; Aslan again, as if he read my thoughts, took his cock out of my throat. And in my mouth remained only that part of the cock that drove me crazy; it was the huge head of the cock that I loved to suck so much; I'll tell you honestly, sometimes I wanted to suck so much that I could even pay a guy to lend me his cock. And now I'm sucking the head of the cock again, playing with my tongue on the frenulum; my mouth is like a milking machine; I suck so sweetly that the whole process turns me on. And for all my efforts, I again receive a well-deserved portion of sperm. My mouth fills with young and thick sperm; I swallow with pleasure, feeling the slightly salty taste of sperm. And despite all this, I again cum wildly; my pussy pulsates, pouring out its fragrant juice. Aslan once again fills my mouth with another portion of sperm; I raised and stretched out my hands, leaning on Aslan's hairy chest. I try not to swallow the sperm immediately but to enjoy the taste. You can say whatever you want, express your opinion about finishing in the mouth, but it excites me insanely, and I really like the taste of sperm; I absolutely see nothing prejudicial in swallowing a man's sperm after a blowjob. Ask any man; they will tell you what a thrill they experience when their girl sucks their cock and swallows their sperm. And after all, we suck a guy's cock first and foremost to please them. And now the last drop of sperm dripped onto my tongue; I still a little... well, I thoroughly sucked the head of the cock, as they say, brought it to a shiny state. Aslan took the head of his cock out of my mouth and told me that I was the best thing in his life, that I was a super sucker. Isn't that what you dream of when having sex with a man? Isn't that what you expect? Aren't those the words you expect from a man you just had sex with? That the best thing is that you gave him an unforgettable pleasure. I think all women want to hear exactly that. In response, I once again kissed the head of Aslan's cock and told him that it was the first time I had seen such a beautiful cock and that Aslan gave me a lot of pleasure and that I wouldn't mind repeating it all again. Without getting up from my knees, I pressed my face against his cock.

I got up from my knees, kissed Aslan on the cheek, and said I was going to take a shower. Aslan wished me good night, put on his shorts, and went to his house. I entered the washing room, adjusted the water, and stood under the streams of water. I was so happy, and closing my eyes, I again imagined sucking the head of Aslan's cock; the taste of his sperm still remained in my mouth, and I, like a sommelier, enjoyed the aftertaste of Aslan's sperm. I rinsed off very quickly, dried myself, and went to my hut. Mom was still sleeping; I found another blanket and lay down next to her. Closing my eyes, I instantly fell into the world of Morpheus.