Perhaps no Saint is so roundly cursed as St. James is on the Roads to Santiago. He was certainly receiving a volley of expletives from Mariona T. as she shouldered her bag for the final two hours of the day. Her feet ached. Her shoulders were sore. She felt like a woman twice her age.
It was day eight of their pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Every day, they walked for five or six hours before crashing into a hostel at about three in the afternoon. The scenery had been varied, but today’s march had been little but wide expanses of flat farmland.
“Look, if you think about the distance and the time all the way, it’ll just feel longer,” Francisco said. Mariona rolled her eyes, annoyed that he was both unsympathetic and right. He was just that kind of friend. Behind them, her brother Benyamin and his best friend Pablo were deep in conversation about something or other. The boys were all good friends, but Mariona wished she had at least one other girl on the trip.
“Suppose we tell stories to pass the time?” Francisco said.
“Ok. What kind of stories?”
“True stories. Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
This was not easy. She’d known Francisco as long as she could remember. They’d been classmates together.
“I’m not sure I have anything new to tell you.”
“What about sex?”
Mariona laughed.
“I don’t know what you mean. I am as pure as the driven snow.”
“Ha! Yeah, right! Come on, spill the beans.”
She giggled, then said,
“Ok, but you have to tell me a story about sex too.”
“You’re on. Hey, Ben, Pablo. We’ve got a game on!”
The other two hurried up.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. We’re all going to tell a true story from our sex lives. To take our minds off the road.”
Benyamin laughed.
“Good idea! Though I’m not sure I need to hear your story, Mariona!”
“Oh, don’t be an old bishop. I’ve done it and I know you have too. We aren’t thirteen anymore.”
“Ok, I’ll start,” said Francisco,
“Alba, from class…”
“Really?”
“Yep. It was at her house, at her nineteenth birthday party. We’d made out a few times the weeks leading up to it. So, it wasn’t a total bolt from the blue. We’d had a bit to drink, to be honest. She took my hand and led me upstairs…”
Mariona pictured Alba. She had long black hair that she wore in a ponytail. She was tall, like Francisco. She had quite large breasts and some fat around the belly. Alba was vivacious and fun to be around, and Mariona supposed she would be fun in bed as well.
“She closed and locked the door. She was on me straight away. She tugged at my belt almost frantically.
"‘Get them off,' she said urgently, ‘We need to make this quick.’
"I felt her grab my cock through my underwear. I put my arms around her neck and kissed her, then lifted her shirt up. She’s quite well endowed, as you know!”
“She is!” Mariona giggled.
“We got Alba’s top off. I was hard now, believe me. I hoped she might give me a blowjob, but she didn’t. She pulled her trousers down and jumped onto the bed, then and she spread her legs right there and then. There wasn’t really any foreplay at all. She wanted me as we were. So, I took off the rest of my clothes. I can’t understand people who don’t get naked for sex. It’s part of the fun!”
“Yep, with you on that!” Mariona put in.
“I went up to Alba and got onto the bed between her legs. Her pussy was quite wet already, I could see. I couldn’t get straight into her without kissing her boobs first. I had wanted to get my hands on those breasts for years! All the guys did. I covered them with kisses, and they tasted just as good as I’d imagined! I didn’t want to leave off them in fact! Alba pushed me up.
"‘Get inside me, please!’ she said.
I" wasn’t sure she wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t say anything about it being her first time, and it turned out she wasn’t one. I had brought a condom, luckily, and I put it on. Ah, it felt good in there! Her vagina was wet, and she did something with her muscles that gripped my cock in a luscious squeeze. I could feel at once I wasn’t going to last long. I began to pump Alba and she was soon breathing hard. She made me kiss her as I thrust, and I enjoyed feeling my chest bump against her breasts. Alba’s bed squeaked as we got more physical. She told me we needed to hurry it up, she needed to be downstairs keeping an eye on the party.
"I increased my stroke, and her pussy squeezed my dick lovingly. Her hands were all over my back and she started to gasp, ‘Oh, I’m going to come. Oh shit! Oh, that is so good! Oh, I’m going to come. Oh shit!’
"Her bed was really creaking now. I think I heard footsteps outside the door, someone going to the bathroom, I guess, and I’m sure they stopped and were listening. Alba was too into it to notice.
"‘Harder’ she murmured, ‘Faster!’
"I obliged, and the smack of her tits on my chest and the warmth of her pussy and her smell as I leaned close to kiss her neck and the squeak of her bed got me going. I thrust about ten times, I think, and then my load shot out. I came hard, I felt it pour out of me. It felt amazing, the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The condom was like a bag of milk! When it was over, we both burst out laughing! It was so unexpected and so fun! A classic quickie!”
“So, did you do it again?” Pablo asked.
“Yes, when everyone had gone home!”
“I never knew Alba was so naughty!” Mariona chuckled, “Ok…who’s next?”
The sun was scudding fast across the sky, and still the landscape they were walking through was endless crop field.
“I’ll go next, said Pablo, “I had a trip to the beach with an unexpected result once!”
The others laughed.
“I went there with my neighbour Ricardo and his girlfriend, Emma. We played volleyball and just hung out. Anyway, another friend of theirs happened to walk by. A black girl. Really pretty. Very dark skin, with dreadlocks in her hair. And she saw them and came and joined us. Her name was Becca. We made a foursome for volleyball and then we went for a swim. Becca was hot as hell in her bikini. I couldn’t take my eyes off her long dark legs, her muscular thighs. Her tight belly. When we came out of the water, we just lay about until the sun went down. I wanted to ask Becca for her number, but I couldn’t do it in front of the others. Luckily, they read the mood! Ricardo and Emma got up and left, leaving me and this stunner together.
"Becca lay down beside me on the sand. I took her hand. She didn’t complain. I put my arm around her shoulder. She didn’t protest. I leaned in and we kissed. My first interracial kiss! I wasn’t wearing a shirt and she was in her bikini, so I got hard quickly. We made out on the beach, and she put one of her legs between mine and that just turned me on even more.
"We made out for ages, and the sun went down, and it was almost just us on the beach. I was bursting my shorts; I was so hard. Becca, who hadn’t said a word in ages, reached down and slipped her hand into my swim shorts! She fondled me down there with her hand, pulling and tugging as we made out. I reached for her bikini trunks, but she said no. Don’t know why. Boyfriend, maybe. Whatever, she wouldn’t let me touch her. She let go of my dick, then she yanked my trunks down. I was naked, right there on the beach! I was suddenly worried in case a dog or a policeman or my mum came along and found us. Becca knelt above me. She licked the top of my shaft with her tongue again and again. I’d had a blowjob before, but Becca really licked it, like it was an ice cream or something. Becca put it in her mouth, and it felt so, so fucking good. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"My dick got wetter and wetter as her saliva moistened it. I tell you; my penis was trembling. Becca left off the gentle stuff and went hard. She sucked it hard and firmly. I felt the sea breeze on my naked body, felt the sand on my ass. Felt her suck and squeeze my dick between her pursed lips. Becca sucked me hard, and at last cum burst out. It was like a water pistol! I came with serious fucking force, let me tell you. My jizz shot out of me and onto the roof of Becca’s mouth. I cried out aloud.