The Busty Bosnian

During a recent holiday to Adelaide, I caught up with my good friend, Ryan. On Saturday. He picked me up from my hotel room, and we drove to the seaside resort of Glenelg on the west coast nestled on the calm waters of the Gulf of St Vincent, a short distance from the city.
Ryan was an avid fisherman, and while he cast a line into the sea at the end of the pier, I hired a skiff for the first time and taught myself how to row. I quickly mastered balancing the craft while standing, but when it came to landing on the beach, I constantly capsized on the little surf that lapped the shore.
As the sun set across the gulf, bathing the environment in an orange hue, I decided it was time for one last attempt before returning the craft to the hirer. The beach was thinning out, and as I rounded the pier for my final attempt to land the skiff, I saw Ryan packing up his fishing gear.
Lining up the craft with the shore and building up some momentum, the bow lifted slightly on the wave; I bent my knees, adjusted the weight distribution, and held my nerve. The beach approached quickly, I trimmed the skiff to control the wobbles, and within seconds, the boat coasted up the sand with a satisfying crunch.
“Yes!” I exclaimed in victory, planting the oar firmly in the sand and stepping off the craft.
“Impressive,” Came a female voice from my left.
Turing, I watched a well-constructed blonde walking in my direction. She wore dark sunglasses; her hair was tied in a neckerchief; she wore a blue and red swimsuit and denim shorts. This woman had the biggest set of cans I have ever seen. She reminded me of the vintage pornstar Sally Layd in so many details.
“Thanks,” I acknowledge, reaching for my towel, “That’s my first time landing it on the beach.”
“Yeah, I saw you falling off a couple of times.”
“It took all afternoon to master,” I said, towelling down.
“Wow,” Came another compliment, “You look like a natural.”
“It’s something that I’ve always wanted to do,” I responded, “But the beach landing was harder than I thought.”
“You nailed it at the end,” She observed.
“After so many failures, I finally figured out the trick to a perfect landing.”
“Yeah?” She smiled, “Show me.”
“I would,” I replied, glancing at the tranquil water, “But I have a return the skiff before the hirer closes,”
The blonde shot me a quizzical look, not sure whether to believe me.
“No, really,” I insisted, “They close at 6 O’Clock.”
I pointed to the hirer’s cart parked above the beach with a steady stream of customers returning their watercraft.
“Fair enough,” She acknowledged, “You better get your deposit.”
After grabbing my belongings, I returned the skiff and the woman with the big cans automatically tagged along. We sat on the bench staring at the ocean.
“I’m Jason, by the way.”
“Milika, nice to meet you.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Thanks, it’s Bosnian.”
Milika had an Australian accent and was born here. Her father was Bosnian but referred to himself as Yugoslavian, a throwback to the former Republic.
“Have you been?” She asked, referring to a visit to Bosnia.
“Never had the pleasure,” I replied, “But it’s on the bucket list.”
“It’s a nice part of the world,” Milika said reflectively, “I was there last year.”
“Last year, I went to Norfolk Island,” I said, “A tiny island in the middle of the Pacific.”
“That’s part of Australia, yeah?”
“Yep. It’s a nice place, but I stayed too long,” I laughed, telling Milika that I experienced everything the destination has to offer twice.
“Do you live in Adelaide?” She asked.
“Sydney.”
“Ah, you’re on holiday?”
“Yeah, taking a quick break and catching up with friends,” I replied, “Like Ryan over there.”
Ryan was making his way towards us, carrying his fishing gear.
“Any luck?” I asked.
“Not today,” He replied disappointingly, “You figured out where you’re staying?”
I had not. This trip to Adelaide was made with little, if any, planning. I booked a hotel in the city for the first night of my stay, but arrangements for Saturday and Sunday had not been made, and the evening was fast approaching.
We made the introductions and walked towards Ryan’s car to deposit his equipment, and I grabbed my suitcase, being in mind to stay at Glenelg for the weekend.
“Is it beer time?” I asked.
“It sure is,” Replied Ryan.
“Would you like to join us?” I asked Milika, who appeared to follow us like a lost puppy.
“Thank you,” She replied, “I’d like that.”
The three of us walked the short distance to the Glenelg Jetty Hotel. I bought the first round of drinks and sat in the beer garden, enjoying the balmy evening air.
Over several rounds of drinks, I finally sorted out my accommodation, paying for a room at the Hotel. I am always partial to staying at pubs across the country, and the room I paid for was spacious and newly renovated.
“Well, I’d better get back to the family,” Ryan announced after finishing his third bottle of Heinekin, “Good seeing you, buddy!”
Ryan and I embraced and shook hands before he disappeared into the crowd.
“And then there were two,” I joked with Milika.
“I have to go after this,” Milika replied and nodded towards her drink.
“Fair enough,” I said, a little disappointed that Milika decided to leave so soon.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
“Well, there’s a band playing here, so I’ll likely watch it before turning in.”
“Sounds good,” Milika said, “It was nice to meet you. Enjoy the evening.”
And then there was one.
After my drink, I grabbed my case and went to my room. Showering and changing clothes, I returned to the bar with my Kindle and ordered dinner. I noticed the pub was filling up steadily, and there were several attractive women, but none as well-made as Milika. I missed that busty Bosnian.
The band was mediocre at best, but it did attract patrons to the dancefloor. After dinner, I decided to relinquish my table to a group party and grabbed a stool at the bar. Despite the ambient noise and patrons jostling for service, I found it easy to become engrossed in the book on my Kindle.
At one point, someone tapped me persistently on the shoulder. At first, I thought a drinker wanted to squeeze between me and the bar. I apologies and shifted my stool as much as possible to the left. However, the tapping persisted.
I turned to face my tormentor and looked straight into the eyes of a smiling Milika.
“Oh, hey,” I stammered, surprised by her reappearance, “What brings you back?”
“I thought I would join you for a drink.”
“By all means,” I grinned, “Same again or something different?”
“I’d like a glass of wine, please.”
“Sure,” I ordered, “Shall we find somewhere to sit?”
We found a place to sit outside on the sidewalk. It was undoubtedly quieter despite the regular presence of trams rumbling by.
After chatting over a couple of drinks, Milika asked about my personal life.
“No one at present,” I answered, “What about yourself?”
“I have a boy toy to scratch a specific itch, but nobody regular.”
“Wow,” I said, “I was expecting you to be firmly off the market.”
“Why did you assume that?” Milika asked with a smile.
“You’re very attractive, confident and engaging.”
“Oh, thank you. That’s very sweet.”
“So, what’s that specific itch you have?” I asked cheekily.
Milika paused while a huge grin lit up her face.
“I may tell you later.”
“What made you want to hang out with me?” I asked, changing the subject slightly.
“I watched you at the beach earlier,” She said, “It was your persistence that intrigued me, and I’m drawn to confident men.”
From that point on, I knew I was getting laid, but there was more courting to do on both sides. Understanding what makes a person tick inside and out, and being flirtatious, helps build anticipation and usually results in a more satisfying outcome.
“I knew you were someone I wanted to talk to,” Milika continued.
“This pleases me,” I replied, my gaze continually dropping to her ample cleavage and admiring the view.
We chatted about benign topics for some time before Milika suggested we do a couple of shots. We fought our way to the bar and ordered tequila. From past courtships, charges of agave usually lead to a happy outcome for both parties.
“What are you into, sexually?” Milika asked me.
“Everything that doesn’t involve pain, scat or animal,” I joked.
“Pretty broad-minded then?”
“There’s not much I’m not into,” I rephrased, “The best sex begins with the mind.”
“For sure,” Milika said, “Once you’ve unlocked my mind, you can take my body.”
And what a body it was!
Guys in the bar were furtively glancing at Milika and admiring her assets, including long, shapely legs and a solid butt. She was no stick insect, but, at the same time, Milika was not overweight or fat.
“What are your sexual limits?” I asked Milika.
“Same as you,” She replied, “I love cock!”
“Have you knocked boots with a woman?”
“Kinda,” Milika said, “I was in a relationship with a football player a few years ago, and we did a threesome with another woman for his birthday.”
“Enjoy it?”
“He did,” She answered, “We all did, but it was not quite what you’re thinking.”
“Oh?”
“There was no sexual activity between her and me,” Milika explained, “We pleasured him.”
“Okay,” I chuckled, “I’ve done FMF threesomes, and I’ve always encouraged girl-on-girl action.”
“You’re a typical red-blooded male.” Milika playfully slapped my arm, “What else have you done?”
The tequila had loosened my inhibitions, and I felt comfortable talking about some of my more extreme sexual encounters.
“Had sex with a trans-sexual back in the day.”
“Really?” Milika’s eyes widened, “What was that like?”
“Yeah, it was good.”
“Have you been with men?” She probed.
I did not answer directly but confirmed some quirky facial expressions.
“You have!” Malika crowed, “Top or bottom.”
“Top mainly.”
“So, you like giving anal?” She asked.
“Of course.”
“Which is best, men or women?”
“Women, for the win!” I confirmed.
“Do you like my butt?”
“It’s fantastic!”
“What would you do to it?” Milika asked, clearly aroused.
“Lick it, kiss it and, if you let me fuck it.”
“Mm, you might get lucky tonight,” She teased.
At that moment, the band struck up a tune that Milika favoured and yanked me by the hand and onto the dancefloor. She gyrated alluringly, lost in the music while I stood on the periphery and watched.
When the tune ended, Milika came up to me and whispered in my ear.
“Take me to your room,” She said, “I want to take your cock in my mouth, and we’ll just have to see where it goes from there.”
Milika’s offer was impossible to turn down. The thought of unwrapping and exploring her body cut through the alcoholic fog immediately, and the cock grew in anticipation.
“Let’s go.”
In the stairwell on the way to my hotel room, Milika pushed me against the wall and started furiously kissing me and grabbing my crotch while I pawed her massive tits. A couple descending the stairs interrupted us, and giggling, we made it to my room.
Milika removed her top, discarded her shorts, revealed her handpicked lingerie, and climbed onto the bed.
“I’ve got a very long tongue,” She said seductively, licking two fingers, “Getting them wet for my pussy.”
Yes, it was longer than usual, but not like Kiss’ Gene Simmons’ tongue.
Milika’s fingers went down to her snatch and played with the lips.
“Crotchless panties,” She teased, “They’re so much fun!”
Next, she brought the fingers back to her mouth, extended her tongue, and added more saliva.
“I’m going to get my tits out for you since you’ve been staring at them all day.”
Milika pulled down the bra straps and revealed a pair of fleshy boobs with little if any sag but 100 per cent natural.
“My nipples are so hard, and they make my pussy so wet when I play with them.”
This gorgeous Bosnian played with her tits and pulled on her nipples which glistened with saliva.
Milika laid back on the bed and resumed playing with her pussy. Using both hands, she parted the lips revealing a moist pink core. As she played with her cunt, Milika implored me to pinch her nipples and play with her boobs which I was more than happy to oblige.
“Come and look at my pussy.” Said Milika, who easily inserted a finger into her musky box.
The second finger slipped inside, and Milika began finger fucking herself.
“Can you hear that?” She asked.
Indeed, I could. The fucking motion caused a sloshing noise from within Milika’s pussy that sounded like a sponge being squeezed. She was gushing.
“Shall we try three?” She asked me, “My pussy’s a bit harder to pump with three.”
The challenge of three of her dainty fingers was a little too tricky because her pussy was so tight. I imagined how tighter her arsehole was going to be.
“I really want your cock,” Milika said, after slapping her clit, “Will you give it to me?”
Getting naked had never had a more urgent priority, and I scrambled to discard my clothes and free my diamond-strength cock, which I brought to Milika’s waiting mouth.
While her mouth was spacious, Milika struggled with length but made a point to press my engorged head against the inside of her cheek.
“Do you like that on your balls?” After using her extended tongue to lap against my rapidly tightening sack, she asked.
Milika got on her nads and knees while I brought up my foot to the bed. She resumed throating my cock from that new position which allowed her to swallow a few extra millimetres of length. Her technique was good, and she enjoyed giving head. I loved it when she spat on the head and rubbed it in.
“Are you going to spit on my pussy like that?” She asked lustily before resuming her oral attention, “Spit on my arsehole, maybe?”
I loved the way Milika kept spitting on my cock, making the shaft glisten from the light of the bedside table and keeping direct eye contact with me. Despite her obvious talent, Milika showed no inclination to eat my arsehole. I could have asked, I guess, but this whole experience seemed surreal.
“You know how wet it makes me sucking on cock?” She asked, “It makes my pussy swell, my clit throb and my nipples hard, so I need your cock inside me.”
I reckoned Milika sucked on my cock and licked my balls for a good ten minutes, maybe fifteen. However, I was more than happy to experience Milika’s cunt.
“And maybe you’ll put your cock somewhere else,” She teased.
Straddling me, Milika grabbed the shaft of my cock and eased it into her volcanic pussy. Yes, she was tight, wet and hot. As she gently rocked on my crotch, I could hear just how wet she was. Milika pinched her nipples hard, lost in ecstasy, eyes closed, and loan moans of pleasure filled the room.
“Fuck me from behind!” Milika scooted off me.
I pressed the head of my cock in between the crotchless panties and entered her pussy easily. Being inside Milika felt fantastic, and I could have easily pumped myself to an orgasm. Each time I withdrew my cock, the shaft sparkled from the substantial layer of juice.
Milika whimpered and purred as I picked up the pace. I was unsure if she came or was coming, but the volume never rose substantially. With my hands on her hips, my head was back, eyes closed, I felt great fucking Milika’s cunt.
“Look at me,” She ordered, “I want it in my arse.”
Milika eased the crotchless panties down her shapely thighs and slapped each fleshy globe.
“You know what makes me come, harder?” She asked me, “A finger in my arse or a cock in my arse.”
Milika leaned on her elbows and told me to lubricate her arsehole.
“Grab the lube from my bag,” Milika panted after enjoying a minute or two of my tongue dancing across her puckered hole, “All over my arse.”
After retrieving the bottle of lube, I flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount on her hole and across each cheek.
“Yeah, that’s the right amount.”
Placing both hands on Milika’s cheeks, I worked the lubrication across the skin and hole.
“Stick a finger inside,” Milika orders when I scrapped a fingernail across her O-ring.
I pressed the fingertip against the hole and pressed. Milika took a sharp intake of breath, but the grease application enabled a surprising entry. She was massaging her clit and humming like a well-oiled engine when I added a second finger.
“Rub your cock across my arsehole,” She pleaded, “Get that lube all over your cock.”
Milika reached around and pressed a finger on the head of my cock. She directed the tip inside her arsehole. I pushed, and her rosette yielded, allowing me to feed her arsehole serious length.
“Oh,” Milika groaned, “Your cock is in my arsehole. Fucking my tight arsehole.”
Indeed, it was tight, but the liberal application of lube made penetration much easier, and I was balls deep in no time.
“Do me harder,” Milika pleaded.
For several minutes, Milika was uttering gibberish as I ploughed her shitter. I knew that I was close to peaking, but it felt too good to end it so soon.
As a means of circuit-breaking the inevitable, I asked Milika to flip over. I grabbed her hips and pulled them to the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs back, exposing her arsehole, and I fed it my sticky length.
Milika’s face showed an almost dreamlike appearance as I picked up the pace. She constantly pinched at the nipples of her enormous breasts and kept her gaze locked on mine.
I tried desperately to prolonge my orgasm, but Milika’s arsehole, her dirty talk and the sight of her incredible body tipped me over the edge.
“Where do you want me to come?” I hissed through gritted teeth.
Milika came alive and was very specific.
“I want you to come inside my arse,” She said firmly, “And to let it drip into that glass over there.”
She was referring to the glass on the counter by the TV.
“And then I want you to pour on my face.”
Holy shit, man! This chick was hardcore and had very definitive ideas for tonight’s action.
“Here it comes,” I groaned as my balls violently spat out ropes of hot come deep inside Milika’s dirty arse.
“I felt that,” Milika giggled, “That was strong, Jason.”
Her statement was spot-on. I had a tremendous orgasm, and when she flexed her muscle, the secondary jolts of pleasure were powerful.
When my climax subsided, I eased my softening cock from her bung and reached for the glass. Pressing against Milika’s sphincter, she pushed. Nothing came out at first, but then ribbons of sperm fell into the waiting glass.
I had filled her up with a respectable amount of sperm.
“Pour it on my face.”
Milika shuffled off the bed and onto the floor. She titled her head back and pursed her lips, using one hand to stimulate her engorged clit.
I upended the glass, and the filthy cocktail of sperm and lubricant dripped onto her pretty face. Milika suddenly shuddered and let out a long, guttural moan.
“Fuck, yeah!”
Milika took the glass from me and tongued the inside. Slime dripped from her face onto her tits. With the glass cleaned, Milika went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Now, that’s a proper fuck!”
Milika was not wrong. She had a shower and departed, promising to see me the next day and ramp up the action. If I thought tonight was her A-game, I was sorely mistaken.

I awoke on Sunday slightly groggy from an excess of alcohol but with a raging hard-on as I recalled the filthy exploits of the night before. Milika and I tentatively agreed to meet again today, so I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my phone.
Sure enough, she had sent me a text thanking me for a wonderful night and including a photo of one of her enormous boobs. I realised that her ‘boobage’ or chest real estate had been underutilised last night in favour of some filthy anal sex instead. Given the high probability of meeting again later today, I was determined to lavish plenty of attention on those impressive globes.
“That’s lovely,” I replied, responding to the photo, “How are you this morning?”
“Feeling good, and you?”
“Energised,” I replied, adding, “In mind and body.”
“Did you have fun last night?”
“You know I did,” I tapped, “Both in and out of my hotel room.”
“Same,” Milika replied, “Fancy more fun today?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Some drinks and maybe some more bum fun?”
“Reads like a plan,” I said, “How is your arse? BTW, hope I wasn’t too rough with it?”
Milika responded for several minutes before sending me a photo of her curvy derrière.
“She positively buzzed this morning and eager to play some more.”
It took supreme forbearance to not jerk off my twitching cock. Milika’s most intimate hole drained my balls in an epic session on par with the filthiest porn saved in my favourites list on Xhamster.
Milika asked me to meet her in Morphettville later in the day following church and the traditional family Sunday lunch, two activities she was not keen on.
Having promised to do so, I gathered my bathers and headed to the beach to cool my loins. I was rather stiff from my water-born exertions from the previous day, so I bathed and tanned, preferring to relax rather than exercise. My friend, Ryan, was also busy with family duties, so I was on my own; to be fair, the solitude comforted me.
Becoming hungry, I headed along ANZAC Highway back to the pub where I was staying. After showering and changing, I grabbed lunch at a local café and opened my phone.
Boy, Milika had been busy texting or, more accurately, sexting. In a flurry, I received photos, selfies, in various suggestive poses at the church and from her parents’ house. She was marketing her best assets; cleavage, butt cheeks, offset face and one on the toilet. I zoomed in on the latter to see if Milika was peeing, but the shot was taken so haste that the focus obscured the action.
“Very nice,” I tapped back after appreciating the photo montage.
“Finally,” She replied with mock indignation, “Where have you been?”
“Cooling…my…off at the beach,” Came my truthful yet ambiguous reply.
“Sure is hot,” Was Milika’s response, not picking up on my implied insinuation, “What are you up to?”
“Grabbing some lunch and, after that, will jump on the tram and meet you.”
“Ok, cool,” She wrote back, “I’m about to leave my folks’ place. See you around 4-ish.”
Given that our meeting time was several hours away, I assumed that her parents lived some distance from the suburb of Morphettville – the appointed meeting place – where Milika lived.
I glanced at the Omega Seamaster that graced my arm; two hours to go.
“Awwwh!” My cock groaned under and twitched with anticipation.
Before I met Milika the day before, I had plans to do things in and around Glenelg, but none of those activities were achieved. The pursuit of anal-themed debauchery trumped all alternatives.
“Just stepping off the tram,” texted Milika about an hour before our appointed meeting time.
I received no response from Milika as I strolled down Morphett Road beside the world-famous Morphettville Racecourse. I quickly found our meeting place, a small wooded park which I assumed was close to Milika’s place. A small creek bisected the green space, and while the sun was burning everything before it, some discrete, shaded area allowed me to consume some beers and read my book.
I could barely focus on my book; the need to check my phone took precedence, but there were no messages, which frustrated me. As the sun sank to the west, across the Gulf of St. Vincent, the orange hue cast the suburb in an unworldly light that reminded me of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, which I had recently seen on stage, starring the underrated Shannon Noll nailing Phil Lynott’s original performance.
Around 4:15 PM, after depositing my empty beer bottles in a nearby bin, l perceived the busty Bosnian’s voluptuous figure approaching me from the opposite side of the park. My beer-addled prick jumped into life as soon as Milika waved in acknowledgement.
She wore a canary-yellow polka dot summer dress perfectly contoured to her voluptuous body. Sunglasses shielded her eyes, a navy blue wide-brimmed hat protected her face, and her long blonde hair flowed behind her. Hanging from her shoulder was a small handbag, and in her hand was a bottle of wine wrapped in a neoprene sleeve. Milika’s swagger was guaranteed to enrage any red-blooded male.
And she knew it!
“Glad you’re here,” She swooned, kissing my cheeks rather than planting her lips on mine.
Milika indeed felt feline and slippery when held in my strong masculine grip. My rapidly bulging cock felt uncomfortable and noticeable, pressing against her meaty thigh. She knew, of course, but chose to ignore the not-so-subtle intrusion.
“How was your day?” I asked after we broke the embrace.
“Ugh, families,” Milika replied with a humourous snort, “I need a drink.”
Milika explained that she drove to church and her parents for lunch so that she could join me earlier than had she taken public transport. As a result, this family Sunday was dry and cattier than usual. She grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge that would have been drunk at her parents and joined me.
“We’ll have to drink this from the bottle,” Milika chuckled, “Like proper bogans.”
“I’m cool with that,” I laughed as I removed the ice-cold bottle from the sleeve and unscrewed the top, “Be my guest.”
Milika took the proffered bottle, raised it to her mouth, and took a generous swig.
“That’s better!”
I took a mouthful and immediately winced at the bitterness. Milika laughed at my reaction and then leaned in for a lip kiss.
“So,” Milika asked, “How was your day?”
“I found amusements enough before coming here.”
“As amusing as last night?”
“Alas, no,” I replied, taking a sip of wine, “There are very few amusements in this world that would top last night’s fun.”
Milika beamed in satisfaction and leaned in for another kiss, and she breathed into my ear that she enjoyed the evening.
Taking another sip of wine, Milika instantly spluttered, and wine dribbled from her mouth down her chin before dropping right between her cleavage. She coughed uncontrollably, expelling the wine that had clogged her airway.
“Wrong hole?”
“No such thing as the wrong hole,” Milika said, gasping for air as she recovered, her gigantic chest heaving mightily.
After wiping her eyes and chin, Milika surveyed the state of her dress. The fabric had a small wet patch, but most fluid had disappeared in the tight cleft between her tits.
“Look where you made me spill my wine,” She laughed.
“Me?” I chuckled, “I din do nuffink!”
“Feels nice and cold against my skin,” Milika noted as she wiped her mouth, “Need more of that.”
Milika dropped the straps of her summer dress so that they rested against her biceps before pulling the front of her dress down to expose more tit flesh. Taking hold of the bottle, she drizzled cold wine from left to right across the skin.
“Ohh,” Milika exclaimed, giggling, “Makes my skin shiver.”
“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?”
“Nope,” Milika giggled, “No panties either.”
“You’re such a naughty slut!”
“Yep, I love being such a tease,” She said, pulling the dress further down to free her incredible breasts.
She placed the bottle on the concrete by the bench we were sitting on and kneaded the flesh, pushing her tits together and flicking the nipples with her nails.
“They’re incredible,” I said, waiting for Milika to let me grope them.
“Yep,” She agreed, “They’re a hit with the guys and the girls.”
“You’re into girls?” I asked without surprise.
“Occasionally,” She confirmed, “Prefer cock, though.”
“I’m into anal, as you know,” Milika laughed, “And girls just don’t cut it.”
“Really?” I asked, “Dildo, toys, fist?”
“Fist, in my butt?” Milika asked askance before screwing up her face, “Nothing beats a hot, pulsating cock ploughing my guts.”
“Classy,” I laughed.
“Yes, that was crude,” Agreed Milika with a girly giggle, “You want to touch these?”
Milika turned and offered me her enormous globes. They were larger than my hands, firm to the touch and topped with a pair of pink, suckable teats.
When I licked them, Milika threw her head back in pleasure and softly moaned. My cock rose to immediate attention, straining in my shorts.
“That’s it,” She breathed, pulling my head in deeper and stroking my hair, “Making me so wet.”
She did not exaggerate. I manoeuvred a hand between her legs and probed her hairless, sopping slit. Milika spread her legs, allowing me to slide two fingers inside. She pulled her dress up and began rubbing her clit. Seconds later, she came, her sexy body shuddering and rippling, but the orgasm seemed a little subdued.
“Fuck, that was good,” Milika panted, “Unexpected!”
I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean of Milika’s musky juice. After scanning the park for intruders or peeping Toms, I released my straining cock, which glistened in the scorching sun. Milika placed a dainty hand around the throbbing shaft.
“Hello, stranger,” She cooed, “Let’s get reacquainted.”
Leaning down, Milika’s generous mouth engulfed my pole, and she expertly blew me, using her lips, tongue and hand. Since my thoughts continually replayed the events of the night before and the anticipation of a follow-up session, I dug deep into my reserves of self-control to stop from prematurely coming.
Milika sensed this, too and released her lips from the head of my cock with a snap. She looked around pensively before removing her dress. Fully naked in the park, she deftly relieved me of my shorts and confidently announced she would tit wank me.
“Haven’t had a good sausage sandwich in a while,” I said, knowing that those melons would get me off in no time, and this time I had no intention of holding back.
Milika got off the bench and knelt before me, playing with her tits. She began coughing up as much saliva as her wine-scented mouth could produce. Milika slutilly let long tendrils of spits exit her mouth and land on her “breast-age”. I was encouraged to add my saliva and spat as much as possible to add to the mix.
What Milika did next surprised me. She reached between her legs, fingered her sopping box and smeared cunt juice over her skin.
“I think I’m ready for you,” She said, shuffling a bit closer so that her chest could engulf my cock.
Milika pressed kilos of flesh against my quivering cock. She began bobbing up and down with our fingers locked together, bringing me off with expert ease. Her eyes never left mine as I moaned and groaned at the incredible sensation of being a prisoner to this woman’s extraordinary assets.
After a few minutes, Milika said her knees were hurting on the searing concrete. Standing up, we traded places. She lay down on the wooden bench, and I straddled her, placing my cock back between her tits. I noticed a small wet patch on the ground from where she had knelt.
“Just make sure you cream all over them, alright?”
“Oh, I will,” I replied, placing my greasy shaft between that thick flesh, “Guaranteed.”
I pressed each breast together, and Milika placed her fingers against mine for an extra tight grip. The spit and pussy juice lube was not ideal, especially not in this heat, and my cock chafed a little, but there was enough to slide my cock in and out those mammaries.
“I love getting my tits fucked,” She moaned repeatedly, “Fuck them hard.”
Milika seemed in heaven, lying on the bench, revelling at my expression as her boobs brought me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. Sweat was pouring from my brow as she encouraged me to pound her chest and plaster it with hot sperm.
“Shit!” I hissed as my cock violently twitched and coughed up ropes of thick white sludge that covered the skin between each breast. That was followed by high-velocity spurts of more translucent fluid that hit random points across Milika’s gorgeous face, which surprised her.
“Goodness!” Milika squealed as she flinched from the tendrils of boiling jizz and hit her in the face, “You’re naughty.”
I laughed after my orgasm subsided, seeing what a mess I had made of Milika’s face. She wiped the sperm from her top lip and chin. There was a sizeable deposit on her throat, too.
“Oh, you’re backed up,” She said after discovering how much sperm was plastered on her torso, “Wow!”
“I wasn’t expected to come so much,” I breathed, wiping my forehead, “Especially after last night.”
“You came more today, for sure,” She smiled, “You gave me exactly what I wanted. Thank you!”
“My pleasure,” I said, climbing off Milika’s body, “That was great!”
She swung her legs and sat upright, surveying the splatter pattern across her huge tits before massaging my cream into her skin. I noticed another wet patch on the bench. Was she a squirter, I wondered.
“You’re a big cummer,” She complimented.
“Well, you have huge boobs,” I said, “And they are essential for a great tit wank.”
“That’s what I’m told,” Milika snickered, “I need a drink.”
Grabbing the bottle that was indeed warm now, she upended it and almost drained what remained. Handing me the bottle, I drained the last mouthful.
“I need something colder than that,” Milika said and spat on the ground before reaching for her dress, “You want to come back to my place?”
“Love to,” I said without a second thought as I pulled up my shorts, “Should we get some liquid refreshments?”
“Sure,” Milika replied after fixing her hat, grabbing her bag and the empty bottle of wine, “There is a pub and bottle shop along the way.”
The air conditioning was so welcome when we crossed the pub’s threshold. We ordered drinks and found a table.
“Be right back, sweetie,” Milika said, giving me a peck on the lips.
“Why so long?” I asked after I had nearly finished my beer before Milika returned.
“I had to clean up,” She chuckled before downing a glass of water in front of her, “It was not a pretty sight.”
“You could have used me for that,” I joked.
“That would have made it worse!”
Milika and I shared several drinks and a cold meats and dips platter. The conversation was witty and laced with innuendos as we teased each other, knowing there would be another session at her place.
Upon leaving, we grabbed a bottle of wine and walked through a tangle of respectable suburban streets before arriving at a quiet apartment block. Milika ushered me with a sense of pride into her tastefully decorated abode.
As I closed the door to her third-floor apartment, Milika immediately announced she was showering because she felt funky from the afternoon’s activities. I was instructed to grab two glasses from the kitchen and park on the balcony.
I briefly looked around the apartment, which was tastefully decorated and adorned with photos of family, friends, and, I assumed, lovers past and present. I found the screw in the kitchen and quickly removed the cork from the bottle. I grabbed two glasses and filled a wine bucket with ice from the freezer.
Stepping onto the balcony, the sun was cresting the roof of Milika’s apartment, heading west with perhaps thirty minutes left until it descended below the top of the neighbouring building, its heat dissipating as the day died.
On the balcony were two lounge chairs and a table against the far wall. On the table was an ashtray filled with DIY cigarette butts, an empty bong, a small red vibrator, and a bottle of personal lubrication, half full. Evidently, the Busty Bosnian got up to a lot of fun behind closed doors, but not necessarily on her own.
I sat down with the sun blinding me, removed my t-shirt and took a sip of wine, which was better than the first. The shower ceased, and I heard the curtain pulled back. Minutes later, Milika joined me on the balcony dressed in a turquoise fishnet top, which strained to cover her boobs, stockings, and a matching pair of panties.
“You look amazing!” I gushed as Milika took the glass from me, “That’s a sensational outfit.”
“Glad you like it,” She acknowledged as she took the chair closest to the wall where the table was positioned.
“This is a nice apartment,” I said, “Do you own it?”
“Ten years now,” She replied proudly, “The sun is about to set.”
“It’s going to be gorgeous,” I predicted as I swallowed more wine.
“I watch the sunset all the time,” Milika whispered.
“Just watch,” I grinned while cocking my head towards the table and its contents.
“What can I say,” Milika replied without embarrassment, “Sunbathing makes me horny, so I pleasure myself.”
“That toy seems oddly inadequate,” I said, noting its smallness.
“Oh, I have a substantial toy collection in my room,” She noted, “That one warms me up.”
“And the bong?” I asked, “You don’t look the type to be a smoker.”
“I’m not,” Milika laughed, “It belongs to a friend.”
“A lover?”
“A friend with benefits,” She winked at me.
“Ah,” I nodded in acknowledgement, “Fair enough.”
We sat silently and watched the sun drop below the roof of the complex next door. The temperature noticeably cooled, and we both expressed relief. However, the ambient temperature remained stubbornly in the thirties, and this meant the ice melted and the wine warmed up. However, none of this bothered Milika, who stared into the west, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked as the silence continued.
“Huh?” She said, “Oh, I was just thinking about something, a fantasy I have that could be fulfilled.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
“When do you come back to Adelaide?” She asked.
I planned to collect a hire car the next day and explore the wine regions, and my visit had little to do with wine but to hook up with an old work colleague with whom I had a fling a couple of years earlier that began in a haunted house. Milika did not need to know that part of my trip, but I answered her question with midday Friday in one week.
“And when do you go back to Sydney?”
“Saturday afternoon,” I answered, “Why?”
“Well, I was thinking,” Milika’s words tumbled out with little cohesion, “And I don’t expect you to say yes, but…”
“But what?” I asked, “Spit it out.”
“Well, OMG,” She stuttered, holding her head in a hand, “Ok, well, a long-held fantasy of mine is to have a threesome with two guys.”
“Ok.”
“Yeah, and while I have no issue pleasuring two or more guys, I really want to be DP’d,” Milika was almost hyperventilating, “You’d be perfect since you’re an arse lover.”
“And the other gentleman is your friend with benefits?”
“Yes, but he doesn’t go for anal,” Milika confessed, becoming bright red with embarrassment, “But he wants to help me fulfil my fantasy.”
“You could have your pick of Adelaide’s finest with that body,” I laughed, “Why me?”
“Because you know what you’re doing,” She said directly and seriously, “And you’ve pleasured me no end in the short time since we met.”
“Likewise,” I reassured her, “You’re a real firecracker.”
Milika relaxed a tad and asked me whether it was possible to fulfil her fantasy. I gave conditional assent pending the necessary chemistry between the three parties.
“Well,” Milika launched into another nervous word salad, which can be distilled into the following sentence, “Let’s meet on Friday, have a few drinks and see how it goes.”
“I’d prefer exclusive access with you,” I said, “But if the three of us hit it off, I’m happy to help you fulfil a fantasy.”
“Oh, goody,” She squealed and reached for her phone to tap out a message to her friend with benefits, “It’s going to be so good.”
I agreed after participating in several – not many - MMF threesomes in the past. The trick to success is chemistry and ensuring the female is treated with respect by making her the centre of attention and reading the signs of her body and mind. There were only a couple of occasions when we males delivered a DP, but those sessions were epic.
My FWB, his name is Adrian, never stays the night,” Milika said after completing the message, “So, if you stay with me when you get back to town, I’ll give you an exclusive one-on-one going away present on Saturday.”
“That’s an offer I cannot refuse,” I said, hardness returning to my crotch.
“In addition,” Milika purred, leaning in for a kiss, “You have exclusive rights to me tonight.”
“Exclusive rights?” I asked while fondling one of her massive breasts, “All access?”
“You can touch me anywhere you want,” She bit my lip, “Use any hole for your pleasure.”
“Lead the way.”
Milika stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. There were a variety of sex toys strewn around the room. The open wardrobe showed a wide selection of sexy lingerie, including leather boots, handcuffs, whips, and ball gags. Milika had a serious sex drive with some BDSM tendencies.
When she flopped on the bed, I undid my belt and discarded my shorts. Upon seeing my rejuvenated boner, Milika rolled onto her side, grabbed my pole and took it deep into her mouth, moaning as she sucked.
She grabbed a long thin, red-coloured sex toy on the bed and inserted a fat end into her cunt. Milika fucked herself while blowing my cock. She was running as fast as the Nile because I could hear a sloshing noise with each thrust, and the toy’s body glistened with juice.
As she sucked and fucked, I roughly pawed both massive breasts while sighing as my cock was expertly throated. Occasionally, I reached down and flicked her bean, causing spasms of pleasure as my cock dripped with saliva.
After five minutes of this action, Milika removed the toy from her pussy, sucked on the head and then flipped over to all fours and ordered me to fuck her from behind. My wet cock easily entered her dripping snatch. A second toy was deployed against her clit while Milika continued sucking on the long dongler.
Milika’s pussy was tight and slick as I pumped her. Every few seconds, in between moans, we told each other how good this fucking was. As I increased the tempo, my pounding action caused her luscious butt cheeks to quiver, and the rippling effect engulfed her entire body. Milika came several times in short, shrill screams.
“Put this in my arse,” She said, handing me a mid-sized red vibrator she had recently used to stimulate her clit.
Taking the vibrator from her, I pulled my cock out so that only the head remained inside her hot box; I spat on my fingers and applied the lubricant to Milika’s puckered hole. Seconds later, I directed the tapered head of the vibrate to her arse and pressed. Milika accepted the intrusion readily, and I quickly developed a rhythm where I could insert my prick and withdraw the dildo to mimic a classic two cock DP.
“Let me ride you,” Milika pleaded after several minutes of doggy.
We swapped positions, and Milika straddled me effortlessly. After a minute or two of her riding me, Milika grabbed the red vibrator, reached around and slid it into her arse. The pressure exerted on my cock through the thin membrane, combined with the buzzing, felt incredible on my cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” I panted, “That feels amazing.”
Milika had to keep her hand on the toy’s base to prevent it from shooting across the room. She was panting and moaning and taking satisfaction from my facial features.
“Those vibrations are incredible!” I repeated.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?”
“Awesome,” I grunted, “You’re making my cock feel great.”
At that moment, I held Milika’s juicy butt in place and slammed into her, my thighs slapping against hers.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” She wailed, “Fuck me like that, don’t stop!”
With my hands planted firmly on her cheeks, I fucked Milika’s pussy hard while the vibrator continued doing its thing in the dirt box. As she sat back
“I’m coming!”
“Yeah, baby, come on my hard cock.”
As I sucked on her pert nipples, Milika climaxed hard; her face reddened as waves of pleasure washed over her impressive body. The pussy spasmed repeatedly as the vibrator continued buzzing. As she sat back, Milika released her grip on the vibrator, and its base rested on my balls, causing my cock to twitch in her sloppy pussy.
“Do you want my arse, lover boy?” Milika asked after a few seconds of resting.
Of course, I did. Milika climbed off me, grabbed the lubricant, and, before applying a generous dollop, sucked her pussy juices from my cock.
When she was satisfied, Milika straddled me again, facing the opposite direction – reverse cowgirl. She eased my fat prick inside her shitter. After swearing and moaning, she took a moment to adjust to the foreign intruder before leaning back with her hand planted by my shoulder. The other hand gripped the red vibrator, which she applied to her clit.
Holding Milika in place, I fucked her arse hard, and she quickly thundered to another screaming orgasm. I did not relish this position because I could not see a lot of action, but my prick felt terrific inside her bung.
Milika disengaged, and my cock exited her shitter with a satisfying pop. In a change of pace, she handed me another vibrator and asked me to use it and the other one on her holes. Laying on her side, Milika pulled an arse cheek apart and exposed both holes for me to play with. I used the toys to satisfy her with a classic DP action, making her purr. While this was fun, I was eager to plunge my cock back into Milika’s plump and willing bottom.
While she was not gaping, the hole was undoubtedly relaxed and, with the lubrication, had no trouble accepting toys of various sizes and descriptions.
“Oh, let me turn over.”
Milika assumed the doggy position with her arse high in the air, and the sight of spread fuck holes was breathtaking. I spat on the dirty hole and inserted the toys, pulling out and sliding in. She reached around and began circling her clit. Soon enough, Milika came again in a crescendo of groans and grunts.
As she descended, I sucked on both toys, tasting the contrasting flavours before burying my tongue deep inside Milika’s rosette. This unexpected action resulted in a more minor climax as Milika continued circling her clit.
“Now I want you to fuck my arse until you come,” She said with conviction while remaining in place.
I mounted the bed, straddled her cheeks and fed Milika’s butthole my entire length. Her hand remained on her clit as I started fucking Milika hard with long strokes. My orgasm, the third in less than twenty-four hours, was hard to nail and required much concentration. Thankfully, Milika’s arse and mouth kept me focused; the bung which flexed around my greasy cock, and her mouth that continually uttered filthy encouragement in between squeals of pleasure.
By now, I was ploughing Milika’s dirty hole like it was her pussy, slamming my cock in and out. My balls slapped away but soon began tightening as I rapidly approached a climax. She sensed a change in mood, and my vocalisations became more intense.
“I want you to come in my mouth”, she repeated with driving urgency.
As soon as I felt that energy rise the length of my cock, I reluctantly whipped my cock from Milika’s well-buggered shitter and started furiously pumping the shaft to reach the peak of Mount Orgasm.
Simultaneously, Milika leapt from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me, mouth open, waiting to receive what little I had left, panting hard as she did so.
“Fuck!” I hissed as pleasure bolts hit me hard, “Here it comes.”
My cock jerked, and a few spurts shot from the head. The first landed on Milika’s right cheek, the second on her bottom lip, and the last on her waiting tongue. She purred in satisfaction, watching me revel in secondary jolts of delight.
Milika withdrew her tongue and swallowed my gift before opening her mouth and sucking on my deflating pole. When she released me, she did so with a loud smack of the lips.
“It’s better when I have some warning,” She giggled, wiping the sperm from her cheek and rising to her feet, “It wasn’t as much this time.”
“No,” I agreed, “You have well and truly drained my balls!”
“Good job you have a week to refill then, right?” Said Milika, referring to my trip, not knowing that if my plans worked out, my balls would not get much chance to replenish.
“They’ll be ready for our threesome!”