Chapter 1. The Talented Eva, Gabika's Daughter.
This is a story 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 sexual partners as I could find, to compensate for the lack of sex 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 thirty-two when I divorced and had a little girl as the gift of this bad marriage.
I am a good-looking, 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 sex we had was heavenly, godly, celestial, sublime. Well, she was more a woman than a girl, but that's another story.
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 fucking 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 hot-blooded, hormone-saturated, 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 candle-light 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 four-star 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 sex 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 sex 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 hard-on 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 snow-white belly, nudging at the down of her navel, begging to enter.