He kept inching back up my cock, and I was enjoying his fucking of me like this. I wondered if he would take me all. “Push, sweetie,” he said. So ... did. I slid in and pulled back. On the next stroke, my hips meshed with his. I rocked my hips gently into him, just enjoying him.“Damn you feel so good, fuck me harder, lover,” he told me.I pulled back and pushed in. I increased the length of my stroke as I ran more smoothly in and out. I then increased the speed of the thrust at the end. He happily. After we'd eaten we went into a bar, one we'd used most nights during our stay.It was a typical Greek style bar with a covered outside area where you could sit and drink and take in the fresh air.The bar was almost empty apart from a few people actually sat at the bar and three guys in their late 30's early forties sat around a table in in the outside area. I went to the bar to order drinks and she went and sat down smack bang opposite the three guys, facing them, and i joined her and sat. “It sounds to me like we have a deal!” I replied, slipping my fingers in first to guide my priapic prick inside Kim’s juicy wet twat.“Oooh ... fuckkkk meee!” Kim shouted as I began doing exactly that, my dick pronging her furiously from behind to give her each powerful stroke.“Your ass is mine now, slut, and so is your pussy, as you can tell!” I taunted Kim as I rammed her harder and longer.“Yes, whatever you want! I’m your slut, your fuckmeat, mighty Devil!” Kim begged me for another thrust. The two just stood together, speechless. Chris began to relax his tense muscles and soon he felt the warmth of the hunk’s hands on his shoulders. The hunk slid his hands down Chris’s arms and let them fall to his sides.“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were straight,” said the stud, soundly genuinely disappointed.Upon hearing this Chris panicked, he wasn’t straight at all. He realized then that by his wild reaction to the stud’s invitation he had given the handsome hunk the wrong signal. He fretted.