Hot Blooded 01

Once again I'd like to thank meanblackjack – he prefers BlackJack – for his help and guidance with translating this story from German into English. It's actually the first story I ever published at Literotica.

This series consists of three parts, and will not be continued...

Don't forget: Comments and feedback are not only appreciated but requested...

And the stars at the end are there for a reason!

If you are from a family like mine, the idea of intimate encounters between relatives isn't that far off.

My family is insanely huge – like it was common with old families at the Balkan ever since. Just to start with the fact, my grandmother had 14 siblings, with each of them having at least four children of their own. These children again had at least three descendents which also already have their own kids and by now, some of them also have babies – leaving me and two of my female cousins the only ones in our family to be born as an only child for the last 200 years... And me and one female cousin of mine the only ones without children.

You can really say, my family is big.

Being sort of a family chronicler, it's up to me, to keep an eye on the family, and to be informed about births, marriages and deaths.

A pretty hard task, considering that my relatives live all over the world.

Having my meshpoke living in all four corners of the world is also the reason for incidental – and sometimes even amatory – encounters every now and then.

The stories, I'll present you in this line-up, have been told to me by several members of my closer or wider family, and were pretty much authentic – as far as I took the freedom to change minor details in order to protect the involved ones from being discovered.

This is one of these stories:

It happened more than 20 years ago. The war on the Balkan was still far away, and my then 19 years old cousin Stojan – my mother's sister's only male child – enjoyed his vacation in Dalmatia. He was on his own for the first time in his life... No nagging parents or annoying older sisters – he had two of that kind.

My aunt had managed to piss off the whole family quite early, so my cousin didn't had much of an idea about his relatives down there. That's also the reason why he stayed in a hotel instead of staying with the family.

As he was going to spend whole four weeks at the Adriatic, he planed to enjoy and relax the first week and go and visit the family the second or third week.

At the end of the 80s, the central part of Dalmatia was one of the hippest party locations – similar to Ibiza in the 90s.

Stojan was laying on the beach in the morning sun. For the first time, he actually tested an advice his aunt and his cousin had given him earlier:

"Do as the locals do. Enjoy the sun in the morning and after three in the afternoon, that way you'll save yourself a lot of sunburn! "

And as he was already trying new stuff, he had decided to enjoy the sun en nature – something his parents would have never ever allowed neither him nor his sisters.

The sun's tingling warmth and the drying drops of saltwater on his cock were something completely new to him, and with a smile he thanked his cousin Marko for his advice to shave his balls and cock entirely – what he had done immediately after he arrived at his hotel the night before. The prickling sensation on his skin actually aroused him, and he didn't had to check on it to know, his penis was slowly rising like a flag pole.

He turned his gaze away from the deep blue sea, and wanted to turn onto his stomach when he saw her...

Soundless like a phantom she had appeared just six feet behind him and was laying on her back – naked and glistening with transpiration – right behind his right shoulder... Just the way he had turned. Her long slender legs had a golden shimmer and were flawlessly smooth. The nails on her toes were well-kept and colored bright red, and when his gaze went higher, he saw her perfectly manicured fingernails shining in the same tone.

Suddenly Stojan was very glad to be laying on his front, because his boner was drilling a hole into the ground at this sight. He let his eyes wander from her thighs over her pubes – 'OMG!!! Totally shaved!!!' – to her flat and sweaty tummy and to her perky but not oversized breasts.

When he followed the line of her neck and finally looked into her face, he gasped for breath: The beautiful stranger looked at him with a smile, and her amazing green eyes dug into his gaze.

"You like what you see?" she asked in English, with an accent he couldn't sort quite in.

"Yyy... Yyes..." he stammered, unable to take away his stare from her eyes, her sensuous smiling lips and the cascades of wavy dark brown hair flowing over her shoulder as she rose to take a better look at him.

Amusement flashed in her eyes, when she asked him in perfect Serb-Croatian: "Or should we chat on in our own language?"

What a great relief for Stojan, who was afraid, he wouldn't have the chance to talk to this gorgeous girl only due to his meager English skills.

"Yeah, of course. I'd love to. Where did you come from so suddenly? I haven't heard a sound."

She just smiled broadly and said in a low tone: "I can be silent too, if I want."

They chatted back and forth, while the sun followed her way over the sky, and his utter excitement was on the one hand calmed by Suzana's – the girls name was Suzana – charming and easy attitude, and on the other hand was constantly accelerated by her openly visible "charms".

She told him that she was 22, she lived with her parents and her younger siblings in New Zealand, but was on her own visiting her grandmother for her semester break. He then had a chance to tell her some things about himself.

When the sun approached Zenith, he reluctantly had to remember his cousins advice, and because he had inherit his father's pale complexion, he wanted to avoid the dishonor of a sunburn.

They agreed on meeting an hour after sunset in his hotel's lobby, and then to enjoy the evening. Then they said goodbye, got dressed to not irritate the older tourists and left in different directions.

Stojan returned to his hotel room and wanted to treat himself with some fruits when his eyes fell onto the grapefruit. Suddenly the sight of Suzana's tits flashed before his eyes; each of them like the half of a grapefruit, and he wondered how it would be like to touch them – or even to suck on them.

By thinking about that, he involuntary got an impressive erection – just like the one he had sported almost all the time, when he had spent the morning with Suzana at the beach.

Deep inside this thoughts, he freed his dick from his shorts, gently stroking it absentmindedly, while he stepped onto the balcony enjoying the sea view.

If someone had watched him from another balcony, he would have been rewarded with a catchy sight: A sturdy build young man, about 5'9ft tall with short, dark blond hair, stroking his six and a half inches of cock and obliviously taking the view in, while pulling and fondling his hardness.

Just when his dreaming reached her shaved pussy lips, he had almost seen several times during the morning, he felt this certain pressure boiling in his loins, and suddenly five or six huge jets of cum spurted over the balustrade into the blue Adriatic.

'Damn, this girl is amazing!' he thought.

He was still a little short of breath, so he stood beneath the – ice cold – jets of a shower, to come down.

After he had stretched on the bed for a while, got a relaxing nap and a little snack, he returned to the beach in the afternoon – unconsciously holding out for Suzana, but not seeing her this time.

So he focused on soaking up the sun, swimming around a lot and just relax. Again, he enjoyed the sensations the sun and sea gave his bare and shaved skin. He even dozed off for a while and dreamed of a single drop of sweat dripping down Suzana's body and sizzling disappear between her thighs.

The dream gave him another hard-on, tense enough to wake him up with his sweet pain.

Stojan leaped into the cooling water to subdue the erection, but it didn't help at all... So he had to take things in his own hands. After he had jerked off twice and both times came into the cool water of the sea, he felt a little relieved, and he rested at the beach till the time to leave had come finally.

On his way back he treated himself on an ice-cream cone to cool down some more, and when he entered his room, he took a shower to wash off the sand, dust, suntan lotion and salt from his burning body – and to tame his boiling blood. Afterwards he put on some after-sun-lotion to smoothen his skin, and made himself comfortable on the balcony with some fruits, waiting for the lotion to soak in.

As the temperature even at night didn't fall beneath 30°C, he dressed into light brown ducks and a cotton shirt with short sleeves and took a little of the Eau de Toilette that matched the after shave he just had used and the lotion he had treated his skin with. Due to the heat he turned down wearing any underwear, but instead enjoyed once more the incredible feeling of the fabric on his dick and his shaved – and again filled to burst – balls.

He checked himself in the mirror, wasn't satisfied with his hair, leaped back into the bathroom to dress his hair once more, checked, while already being in the bathroom, his shave – perfectly smooth – and searched his face for any pickle or pustule able to ruin the evening.

He didn't find any, was relieved, left his room and stepped onto the elevator. The moment, the elevator stopped at the lobby, and he left the cabin, his breath stopped for the second time this day.

Suzana was waiting at the reception's counter, but to him, she appeared totally different:

To him, Suzana in her airy white midthigh summer dress with spaghetti straps and her high heeled white strappy sandals appeared like an angelic creature from another world.

His heart and cock simultaneously jumped and Stojan had both to swallow hard and to take a deep breath, before his body again followed his will, and he could slowly approach her with a heart rate close to a heart attack.

As it was fashionable at the time, Suzana had pinned back the hair on one side, and on the other side let it flow wavy and free over her shoulder. So her slender and tender neckline was visible, waking Stojan's desire to turn into a vampire and nibble on her.

When he reached her, he was greeted by a short but warm kiss from her crimson red lips, so he had to stifle a sigh. Her lips were so gentle and tasty and the kiss was pure sweetness to him. He realized: He wanted her, even if it were the last thing he'd ever do.

She softly caressed his chest and asked: "Shall we?"

Immediately, Stojan was back to reality and for the first time took in the way, she really looked – no longer warped by his sex hormone induced fantasies.

She looked even better! The lobby's lights put highlights into her hair and the diffused light of the reception desk reflected in her emerald green eyes.

When she turned, he could almost see the appendages of her beautiful breasts from the side, and involuntary licked his lips. Then he remembered his manners and took her hand, as they walked through the lobby and left through the door.

The two of them strolled down the boardwalk, that – like usual at this time of the day – was crowded with idlers and promenaders. The wave's clash below at the beach mixed with the silent swooshing of the nighty breeze in the tops of the trees framing the esplanade. Right at the beach a very creative bar-owner had opened a bar, mainly consisting of a small hut containing the fridge, bar and supply, while the seats and tables were placed right on the sand of the beach. But the main attraction weren't the furniture or the size of the bar itself, but the fact, the whole bar was illuminated by a couple of spotlights – sunk about 50 feet from the beach into the crystal-clear water of the sea.

They both sat down and ordered their drinks. Stojan wanted a shandy but had to explain the how-to to the bartender, and Suzana wanted a plain Bacardi and Coke. As their drinks arrived, they clinked glasses and chatted about this and that – without being able to take their eyes from each other. She had already registered his pants showing a prominent bulge in the crotch.

At the beach she already had the opportunity to enjoy the sight of how big his cock was... And now, she wanted even more.

"I don't know, how about you, but I'm starving." she chirped his way, and immediately suggested a restaurant nearby. Stojan, who wasn't familiar with the area at all let alone the specialties of the region, more than happily left the decision to her, and just followed her suggestion.

The restaurant was located in the next hamlet, and to come there by foot, they had to cross a park-like patch of pinewood right by the sea.

By the end of the 80s, supplying this tourist places with electricity and water during the hot period was quite an adventure, so the park wasn't illuminated at all, except for the moonlight coming from the starlit sky. Suzana was telling him old ghost stories about events allegedly had happened in this patch of wood, and both laughed and had a lot of fun.

The restaurant turned out to be a fish restaurant – like most of the restaurants in Dalmatia – and Stojan became a little hesitant.

When his mother and his father had left Yugoslavia for Germany in the early 60s, they had burnt all bridges behind, and accordingly hadn't taught their children much about there origin. It was only due to their aunt's – my mother's – initiative to teach them something about their roots, they knew Serb-Croatian at all.

"I'll have to rely on your advice, because I have no idea about fish and stuff like that." he confessed to her.

She just smiled, and assured him: "Don't worry... You can rely on my advice."

The waiter came and brought the menus, and obeying Suzana's recommendation, Stojan ordered the shrimps on white-wine-garlic reduction, and she herself ordered the date mussels, prepared the same way, black Risotto for both of them and white wine with the seafood.

When he asked her, why she was grinning, she just answered, she were curious about how he would like the food. He had no idea she could be lying.

The meal was great and after Stojan had tried her date mussels, he ordered some on his own, he enjoyed with the risotto – while Suzana's smile dangerously close missed being devious. She almost burst into laughter, when he ordered another bottle of white wine, but let him do and only ordered two strong mocha coffees instead as a digestive.

After dinner she led him to a discotheque at the beach near the restaurant, where the young, rich and beautiful were gathering. This discotheque was located on the compound of the local yachting club Stojan's Cousin Marko had spent in most of his holidays in the past – something, Stojan always had envied him for.

When they approached the club, they already could hear the hits from the billboard charts, and the beat went straight to his legs. He took Suzana to the dance floor and started dancing in a quite skillful manner.

They enjoyed the evening and the music, and everything could have been perfect, if Stojan didn't suddenly had the feeling of standing right on the surface of the sun – he got warmer minute by minute. When Suzana started twisting and turning on the dance floor to a fast song, the skirt of her dress flew up – showing of her perfect thighs and the lower curve of her butt and proving to Stojan, she actually didn't bother putting on any underwear – he remembered suddenly, what he had heard about seafood: They boost your virility and support your libido!

And the wine didn't help taming this effect at all.

Suzana laughed out loud and danced wildly, Stojan, who was now aware of it, could enjoy the view of her pussy and ass when she performed the wildest dance moves. His pants had become very tight before, but now it was a pure miracle they didn't burst into pieces.

The disco lights glistered on the beads of humidity, he could see on her thighs, and her white dress and smile glowed in race in the black light. He felt the first drops of pre-cum being rubbed into the fabric of his pants and wanted to tell her he had to visit the toilet – he actually had to, but for different reasons – when she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer.

"Let's head out. It's hot and stuffy in here." she shouted over the music into his ear. He had already totally forgot about the dance floor being under an open sky at a beach, and only hoped, his boner would disappear in the darkness before she could be confronted with this sight.

Holding hands, and with racing hearts they left the discotheque and strolled along the beach back to the pinewood. Most certainly the lights wouldn't have sprang to live, even if there were power, but both enjoyed the darkness and the starlight, falling through the branches of the trees together with the moonlight and painting spots of light on the path.

Suddenly Suzana tripped, and Stojan caught her, feeling her erected nipple poking through her dress and his shirt, and at once her hand was on his cock. She pushed him at one of the functionless light poles and started undoing his pants.

"You better don't think, you got so horny only because of the seafood, the wine and the music."

With this words, she took his hand and pulled him into her drippingly wet cleft.

"I was already afraid, they would realize my horniness flowing down my legs back at the discotheque. I'm quite sure, you're feeling the same, don't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she freed his hard dick from his pants, squatted before him and had sucked his prick between her lips.

Stojan was way too surprised to moan, but when she jerked all of his cock into her mouth at once, and his tip slid down her throat, the spell was broken, and he groaned out loud, grabbing her thick hair with both hands. In the moon's light he could see her gaze catching his eyes and without a word signalizing:

'Let it happen, relax and enjoy it!'

She pulled his pants down a little more, and with caressing and fondling motions massaged his balls. Then she slowly let his cock sliding out and nibbled on the tip with an impish grin.

"I hadn't had any dessert, you know." she purred sassy, grinning as innocent as she could, while she used his dick's tip as a lipstick – and suddenly his cock again disappeared down her throat.

Suzana grabbed his buttocks and rhythmically pulled him closer, fucking his cock with her mouth. Now he realized her left hand being buried in her crotch, fondling her lips feverishly and her moans, muffled by his dick deep in her throat, came to his ears. It turned him on even more, and he could feel his balls starting to boil and his juices to flow.

"I'm going to cum!" he hissed and tried to push her face away, so he can spurt into the nighty air, but she clung to his buttocks and pulled him even closer. Then she started licking his shaft while he stuck balls deep in her throat.

This was too much, and with a groaning yell he let loose. Five or six spurts went down her throat and he felt her throat narrow when she swallowed every spurt... looking into his eyes all the time while still fondling her cunt and finally moaning her orgasm on his dick. She kept on milking his prick with her throat and fondled his balls like she wanted a second and released him with an audible "plopp".

"This was awesome! I'm totally done. You've killed me, Suzana! This was great!" he exclaimed.

"Done? You're not done for long... Believe me."

She put his cock back in his pants, kissed him long and hungrily, slapped his butt and started running.