Racula had been surprised when her older sister Lari suggested an impromptu holiday. A few minutes later, an apartment off the seafront in Agios Stephanos in northern Corfu was booked.
The first evening, after a day at the beach, the sisters decided to eat at a nearby restaurant on the seafront and, afterwards, try out a nearby nightclub.
Racula was ready first, as always. She wore high heels and a short flowery dress, split down the front with a "V" that reached almost to her waist. The thin cotton covered her inadequate boobs, but her sister Lari could never wear a dress like this; her big boobs would pop right out. Racula envied her sister's perfect eye-catching tits.
She grinned. Such a shame Lari was a timid mouse. Lari was twenty and two years older than Racula, yet Racula was vastly more experienced.
Racula was parched after the day on the beach, but Lari was still in the shower. Racula decided not to wait and told Lari to meet her at the restaurant. She walked along the narrow street that separated the seafront and its restaurants from the shops. The restaurant they had chosen wasn't far, just a few hundred metres along the picturesque lane.
Like all the restaurants, it had a shaded eating area next to the pebbly beach, separated by the narrow street from the main building on the other side. Racula entered the building, sat at the bar, and ordered a cocktail. It was still early, not long after sunset, so the bar was quiet. While she waited for her sister, Racula watched two men, obviously father and son, playing pool.
A few minutes later, a man walked in and sat at the bar next to her. He was hot, Racula thought. Tall, well-tanned and fit. Racula decided she would definitely fuck him if she was given a chance. She noticed him glance her way. He's checking me out, she thought. He'll offer me a drink soon. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he offered to buy her one.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Gin and tonic, please," she replied.
The man ordered a beer for himself, and when the drinks arrived, they chatted for a while, each obviously eyeing up the other. Racula grinned inwardly when she noticed the prominent bulge in his shorts. Better not, she thought. Lari will be here soon. Another drink followed, and Racula discovered she could hardly keep her eyes off the tempting bulge in the man's shorts.
The man looked down at his crotch. "Do you want to help me with that?" he asked.
Racula grinned and shook her head. "I'd love to, but my sister will be here soon."
The man reached inside her dress and tweaked her nipples. "Come on, it won't take long. A blow job will do."
He took hold of her hand and pulled her away from the bar. Racula knew she should resist, but she allowed herself to be guided through a side door into the small car park. She could hardly wait to taste his dick, so Racula dropped to her knees when he stopped moving and unzipped his shorts.
She pulled down the shorts and the swimming trunks he wore underneath, which were still damp from the sea. His long erect cock popped out. Racula teased him briefly. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his cock, and licked the entire length of his shaft; then she took him slowly into her mouth. She loved the taste and feel of his hot cock as it slid over her tongue and towards her throat.
He was big, wide enough that she couldn't wrap her fingers around it, but not exceptionally long. Racula knew she could easily take all of him in her mouth. Men always liked that. She pushed herself slowly onto his cock until her nose was pressed against his groin, and his cock touched the back of her mouth.
Racula looked up at the stranger and slowly bobbed her head, letting his cock almost leave her mouth with each stroke. Men never lasted long that way.
Soon he was moaning, and his cock twitched in her mouth, shooting a wave of cum down her throat. Racula tasted the salt of his hot cum on her tongue and swallowed.
She pulled back and watched his cock - glistening with her spit and his cum - spring erect as it left her mouth. He was still rock-hard, and Racula knew she wanted him inside her.
"I want you to fuck me now," Racula said, pushing him away.
She stood up and looked around the small car park for a quiet spot. A car was nearby; she walked over to it, leaned forward, and supported herself with her hands on the bonnet. The man followed close behind. She felt him lift her short dress and pull down her white panties, leaving them halfway down her legs. Then his hands were on her hips.
She gasped as she felt his hot breath on her pussy. His face pressed against her bum as he tongued her arsehole and then her damp pussy. She shuddered as he tongued her clit and finger-fucked her briefly.
"You're dripping wet," he said.
He stood, and she felt the tip of his cock nudge her pussy lips. Racula looked over her shoulder and watched the bloke slowly ram his rigid cock into her wet pussy. She was horrified to see two men - one of them was the tallest black man she'd ever seen - watching them from the door into the restaurant. She wondered how long they had been there.
Racula realised she was blushing furiously. "Stop, people are watching," she said.
With his cock rammed balls-deep inside her, the bloke glanced behind himself and laughed.
"They're my friends," he said. "You should say hello."
Before she could say anything, he beckoned them over. Racula tried to stand, but his strong hand pushed her back, so she was face-down against the car bonnet. Then she felt his massive cock resume pounding her pussy. His balls slapped against her each time he thrust into her.
Moments later, they were surrounded; the two men leaned against the car to either side of her watching intently as she was fucked from behind. The thought of these two strangers watching was too much. Racula moaned and shuddered as she came violently.
One of the two men grabbed her left hand. She watched as the man guided her hand to his erect cock.
"No," she said, "I don't even know you."
But without thinking, she wrapped her fingers around the stranger's rigid cock. What am I doing, she wondered. Then she slowly pulled his foreskin back and started to wank him.
The muscular black man reached inside the "V" of her dress and briefly fondled her flat chest. Then he grabbed her right hand and guided it, so it held his enormous black cock.
Racula was now spread-eagled against the car bonnet. She held a dick in each hand, and a massive cock repeatedly rammed into her pussy. She was simultaneously mortified and aroused. Inevitably, she came again.
Suddenly there was a shout. "Racula, what are you doing?"
She turned to see her shy, inexperienced sister Lari, hands clutched to her face, mouth wide open, and blushing furiously, watching her being fucked from behind. Racula was ashamed she had forgotten she was meeting her sister.
"Being fucked," she snapped back. "What does it look like?"
The cock continued pounding into her. Lari would have to fend for herself, Racula thought, as she lost control and came again.
"We should leave him to it," the black man said. "I like this new buxom girl. Let's check her out."
With that, the two men she had been wanking moved away, and Racula propped herself up with her elbows. Shortly after, she heard murmured talk nearby, and when she finally looked over, she was astonished to see her prudish sister on her knees, sucking cock.