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Chapter 1. The Talented Eva, Gabika’s Daughter.
This is a about the best lover I have ever had, and believe me, I’ve had quite a few. You might tend to think that this lover is a gorgeous young blond with a terrific figure, a big fat bust, athletic and slim, long legs and all a Barbie type. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong, buddy. You might even argue, and even make some sense, that the essence of being a good lover can neither be quantified nor qualified. Well, I will let you read and judge for yourself, because I am quite convinced that not only was Gabika my best lover, but that I will never, ever, meet another one who would even come a close second. But before I start describing this angel of eroticism, this saint of fornication, this embodiment of savage bawdiness, let me walk you through the events that led to our joyous union. It all began with Eva.
Right after my divorce, I decided to have as many ual partners as I could find, to compensate for the lack of I had experienced while being married to this dull, stupid, frigid, and mean fruit basket whose name I will not even dare to mention. I was only thirtytwo when I divorced and had a little girl as the gift of this bad marriage.
I am a goodlooking, average guy, not particularly attractive or athletic. Sorry, that’s simply not me. I was always the nerd type. I keep a reasonable figure by playing squash, swimming, and fitness, which I despise, but it helps me keep the muscle tone. I have a good and steady income and work infrequently as a consultant. So, I enjoy a lot of vacations, which I normally dedicate to the pursuit of sensual, carnal pleasures. Since I have the time and the money it shouldn’t be a problem, right? Right. Well, sort of.
My strategy was to choose a vacation destination, find a girl whom I don’t know, and fuck her silly until she begs me to stop. When the vacation ends, so does the romance. Since I am far from a chick magnet, I have devised a better strategy. The vacation involved some kind of hobby convention or a gathering of sorts. That way I could pick the best chicks by being smart, knowledgeable, witty, and charismatic. So I indulged in a variety of hobbies such as dancing, singing, playing music, and bridge, I even studied languages. None of this stuff interested me what so ever, but once you start something you often get hooked. Once I picked up a stunning girl at a theology convention, believe it or not. The we had was heavenly, godly, celestial, sublime. Well, she was more a woman than a girl, but that’s another .
Oh, I forgot to mention my name: Yoram Arnon, Israeli from Haifa, nice to meet you.
This time, in July 2006, it was a choir convention. I surfed the internet, stole some arrangements, and headed off to Budapest, Hungary. I took a room in the Budapest Marriott Hotel, rented a nice Mercedes Benz, organized a few local women to sing my arrangement, and made a very good impression. One of the girls in the choir caught my eye. Her English and German were excellent (as it turns out, she was a college graduate in Political Science at Vienna University).
Her name was Eva.
Since this is a real person, I will not disclose her last name, and it is not important. What is important, is the way she looks: About 1,70m tall, with dark red hair, a nice smile, and a pug nose. But what is even better is her female gear. Man, such highly seated prominent big breasts, almost no waistline, and a marvelous protruding little butt that made me drool and pray that I could shortly sink my teeth in that perfect, aromatic flesh. OK, there were three or four other girls worth in this choir, but since I did not fuck them, I also forgot why they deserved my attention. She, Eva, looked no more than eighteen or twenty. But since Tamás (her boyfriend) wasn’t around, and since Eva belonged to the hotblooded, hormonesaturated, itchy clitted wenches with a cavern that required stuffing, she proved an easy target. I didn’t even have to bribe her! I just approached her very bluntly and directly.
“Eva, I really like you. I think you are a wonderful, talented singer.” I lied while smiling. If one must lie, one must at least do it with style.
“Thank you, Mr. Arnon. I think you are a very talented conductor.” She lied back.
“You are also very pretty, and I want to get to know you better.”
“I… I… Me too, I know what you mean, but I have a boyfriend.”
“So, that means you won’t accompany me to a candlelight dinner in a Michelin restaurant, and then a long session in a nightclub or a disco, after which you would not even consider coming to my fourstar hotel suite for a glass of cognac and an intimate massage?”
She laughed. “How intimate is the massage? And who is going to massage whom? Listen, I don’t know…”
I looked deeply into her eyes, giving her the insulted teddy bear frown. “In that case, would you happen to know a smart, young, and attractive lady who would consider such a generous offer from an honorable gentleman?”
“I might just know such a lady,” she coyed, laughing. “I got to admit I am tempted but I don’t want you to think that I am, how do you call that, cheap girl? I don’t just jump to bed with anyone just because he happens to have money.”
“Alright, miss, no if you don’t want to. Just a romantic and nourishing Hungarian dinner and a nightclub, then you go home! But if you change your mind you will never regret it. I’m ready to sink my teeth everywhere in your gorgeous body anytime. Do you think is wrong? I want you not because of my money.”
Two and a half hours later she was on her back on my bed, legs spread and I was munching vigorously on her hairy snatch. I just love giving head and I got pretty good at it the last few years. She had such long and shapely legs and I just loved the little furry plumage on the inside of her thighs. Luckily for me, she did not shave. I don’t appreciate girls who shave their thighs! Rarely have I kissed and licked such elegant thighs. Hmmmmm… She wasn’t ticklish. The moisture sparkled from the pussy lips which little by little opened and split in anticipation to the oral pleasure.
I know how to delay and prolong her pleasure. Slowly I kissed my way closer and closer to her clit, yet avoiding it, pressing my lips to the vulva and the Venus mound, the lippy entrance, and the delicate perineum yet avoiding direct contact with the clitoris. I started feeling her impatience. How? Well, she didn’t say much but her quivering of the buttocks, her pushy hands, her sighs, and grunts disclosed her eagerness. So, I dived! Man, did I dive? From that moment on it was a question of intense sucking of the clit area for about thirty seconds, after which her whole waist area trembled, shook, and gyrated with an intense orgasm. And her cries… Whenever I have erection problems I just have to memorize her soft, agonizing cries as she climaxed. As the moment supreme, she clutched and pressed her pudenda to my sucking lips, rubbing her clit furiously onto my lips.
Whitish moisture dripped out of her hole, her muscles contracted strenuously and her asshole winked from exertion. Guys, remember! Don’t charge like a teenager! Tease her first! Much more effective. I looked into her eyes and noticed a few tears. She didn’t smile, instead, her complexion was of exhaustion, relief, release, and astonishment. I didn’t even have to finger her! While she was concentrating on her climax, she said a few Hungarian phrases that caught my attention. What especially got me was “Yoy d’ Jenerue” which means, “how wonderful” or something. Or simply, “Yoy!!!”
“Did you have a nice cum?” She didn’t understand me. Her English was academic at most.
“I came here because you made me laugh and drunk and horny.”
“Yes, honey,” I persuaded, “I mean, did you climax good? ‘cum’ is just another name for orgasm”.
“Ho, ho, ho,” she laughed with her appalling Hungarian drawl. “I never had such a strong climax!!! Really, I wish Tamás would lick me like you did. He is young and clumsy. It was so good, now I feel… like I need to sleep… or hug… or cuddle…” Wait a minute, that was not my intention! Pointing to my hardon I turned her attention to the fact that the man needs some satisfaction as well. It was gently bumping into the soft skin of her perfect snowwhite belly, nudging at the down of her navel, begging to enter.
“Not now, I don’t want after the orgasm… I will suck you with my mouth.” She winked and descended to my raging truncheon, wetting it with her spittle she started her oral massage. It was useless. She was such a mediocre cocksucker! She didn’t even use her hands and I started to get bored.
Forcefully I pushed her, put on the wretched condom, and stuck it valiantly in her fuming female hole. Pinching her fabulous nipples and grabbing her delicious bottom I shoved again and again, retrieving the fuck organ out of the humid paradise and stuffing it with accelerated force. She was quite overwhelmed but her objection soon changed to approval, and thus, grunting from the effort my weight exerted on her she started heaving back, pushing and compressing her cunt to my pubic area, thus increasing the friction. I started feeling really good and aimed to my climax, after an abstention of two weeks.
“Not so fast, do it slower… Yes, yes, YOY, YOY, that’s good YAW, YAW, suck my breasts, YAW, YAW, push hard, slow and hard YAW.” She was aiming for her second orgasm. Wow, multiorgasmic! Highly unusual for such a young girl. So helping her, I adjusted my position and leaning on my knees developed the leverage needed to hit home hard. She was now pounding her fists on my back and repeating her “YOY, YOY, YOY d’ YAW”.
Seizing the occasion, I ventured towards her asshole, carefully massaging it with my finger. Oh, yes, she liked that. Her eyes opened wide, her mouth opened and her tongue showed, then she scratched my back with her fingernails and shouted something in Hungarian, biting my shoulder and sending both of us to orgasmic oblivion.
I was still panting from exertion, getting rid of the full and rancid condom, then returning to bed.
“Ok, now we can cuddle,” I said.
“Yes. Cuddle. Thank you.” There is nothing I like hearing more than a satisfied and grateful female in bed. What an ego boost, man. She wiped her tears.
“My finger in your butt had turned you on,” I said.
“You are a good lover. I know, I have had some. Many.”
“But when I touched your asshole you turned wild.”
“I don’t like anal . But you really turned me on.”
“You don’t know anything about anal . You would like it with me.” I doubted it. Her butt hole was very tight indeed. She wasn’t ready for ass . Ass pleasure, yes. Fingers, yes. Tongues, sure, why not? But no penetration.
“Tamás and I tried it a few times. It hurts.”
“Is he a good lover?”
“Who, Tamás? No. Yes. I don’t know. He makes me climax.”
“Cum, he makes you cum. But not like me.”
“No one has made me climax… sorry, cum, like you did.” YES! I love hearing that. Man, for the first time in some years, I was hard again so soon.
“Look, Eva, stay here with me. Don’t go back to your cheap motel. I don’t want you to go.”
“I have already paid the bill.”
“Please, don’t go. You are such a y girl, I want you to stay.”
“But Tamás…” Goddamn, this stupid boyfriend of hers, damn him.
“Please…” I tickled her nipple with my tongue. It was erect and the rubbery nubs tickled me back. I pulled her hand to my hardon and showed her how I liked it: With plenty of saliva and vigorous rubbing.
“Spit on it more. Yes. Rub it hard, here, along the corona.” It started feeling good. Again went my finger and pressed her moist anal orifice. She didn’t object.
“It is circumcised”.
“Do you like it? All guys from Israel are circumcised. It’s a Jewish custom.”
“I like it. It is lovely and hard and smooth. And red.”
“But it’s not as big as…”
“It is thick and big and very y, and it smells like . I like having it in my mouth and my hands and my Poontsikko.” I laughed.
“That’s what you call a cunt in Hungarian? Funny name.”
“That’s what I call it. In Hungarian, it is simply Vagina.” She pronounced it VOGUINO.
“I like poontsikko better. I love your little poontsikko.” She had plenty of fuzzy dark red hair on her poontsikko. Oh, what a lovely poontsikko.
“You like it in your hands and mouth and… your ass???” I looked hopefully in her beautiful brown eyes. She didn’t reply. “I would love to fuck you in your ass. Do you have a name in Hungarian?” She laughed out loud.
“I call it popshee. But that’s not the proper Hungarian. Do you like my popshee?” She turned around, accentuating her bubble butt and shaking it slightly. It was a perfect ass. The cheeks protruded roundly, like the bottom of a ripe peach. The bum furrow was clean and pink, and only around the smallish starry hole there grew some fluffy short red hairs. It wasn’t big, but neither was it one of these tiny fleshless, uny teen booties.
I gave her popshee a big kiss. I proceeded further below and started to suck her poontsikko again. This time I inserted two fingers in the hole while licking her clit. In my position it was awkward, so I waved her popshee goodbye and turned her around. Using my fingers I massaged upwards, locating the rough texture of her G spot while sucking her poontsikko gently but firmly. Her hands pulled my hair roughly to cause firmer friction with my mouth and tongue. Grunting again and agitating her whole lower body, she called, nearly shouting:
“Fuck me, fuck me now. Now. NOW!” I didn’t have time to put on a condom, she didn’t care, I didn’t care, and the urgency in her voice had won. I was in her, pounding roughly, my mouth, my now cunt smelling mouth glued to hers in a neverending sucking kiss, my cock compressed in her soaking poontsikko, my fingers perforating her now accommodating popsheehole while we both came at the same time.
“So, you are multiorgasmic,” I claimed.
“No, I’m not. Only with you. But you cummed also twice.”
“I can do that sometimes. You are very pretty. Stay with me until the end of the convention.”
“But… You don’t understand, me and Tamás…”
“Are you going to tell him?” I interrupted.
“No! Are you mad? Of course not.”
“So what’s the problem? You stay with me and learn some tricks. Tamás will never know. Does he plan to visit you in the hotel?”
“No, Tamás is in Vienna.”
“You see?” I played around with her mucilaginous poontsikko.
“You are a pervert, and I love you. I’ll think about it. Now, let’s sleep.” Oh, gosh, I hope she didn’t mean the love thing. After all, this was just good vacation .
“Good night, darling. And, you were right. I am a little pervert. I’m going to dream about my Jewish cock pumping deep in your Poontsikko and your Popshee.” She slapped my arm hard, twice, turned her fabulous Popshee towards me, and fell asleep. I looked at the clock, it was one in the morning. The airconditioning was purring like a tomcat with a lab rat in its belly. She woke me up at fivethirty in the morning and was all dressed.
“I’m going, I don’t have time to explain. Here is my phone and email.”
“What… Why? What’s going on?”
“Tamás sent an SMS. He is on his way to my hotel at this very moment.”
“Will I see you again? You are my best singer, I need you.” I lied.
“Call me, no, wait. Please don’t call me. Use the email. I’m not coming back to rehearsals.” I got up to take a leak. She was behind me as I shook my relieved cock.
“Yoram…” she begged.
“What?”
“Could you… would you… you know… before I go, just one more time?” She looked embarrassed. I sank to my knees. Raising her mini skirt and lowering her black lace panties I gave her my Arnon tongue specialty again, which had sent her screaming to orgasm heaven again.
