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Little Polish Surfing Girl

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The nights were clear, the water was warm and the weather balmy as sweet Marta began her surfing lessons... and so much more...I guess this story represents a "sequel" to my original posting of "She was just seventeen..." Marta was our 17 year-old Polish foreign exchange student who got dropped into our life after her original host family had a medical crisis. On the second weekend that she was staying with us, my wife left for a 2-week seminar that she was coordinating in a distant state. Marta, an avid swimmer with a rock hard body and powerful legs had expressed a desire to learn how to surf. I had suggested that we travel up the coast to a surf mecca beach town that was about a three hour drive away. I planned to take off work on Friday and told her to be ready to go by 9am. I had made reservations at a small motel that our family had stayed at in the past. It was right on the beach and I reserved two rooms with a connecting door. Marta was up early that day and I left the house by 6:30am to attend to some business commitments. When I returned about 8:45am, she was all packed with a small duffle bag and dressed in a white tanktop, no bra and blue jean cutoffs. She wore beach togs and had a visor cap on her head. She was the "California Girl" incarnate! I asked her if she had enough clothes, and things and with a wicked smile, she replied with her sweet accent, "Where you are taking me Mr. Tom, we will not need many clothes!" The impact of that statement gave me an instant erection and she pointed to my crotch and laughed! I threw my pre-packed overnight bag in the trunk with her duffle bag, popped the top on the convertible and we were off to surf-city. The ride was rife with sexual overtones and Marta proved she was willing to pickup where she had left off the night in the Jaccuzzi! She taunted me with periodic shots of her beautiful perky breasts with their erect nipples standing out from her dark cherry tips. She was constantly reaching her hand across the console to fondle my rock-hard penis that was trapped in my shorts. Nearing our destination, there was a 20-mile stretch of coastline that is one of the most beautiful rides that I have ever driven. Unfortunately, Marta never got to see the scenery since she had unleashed my cock and was giving me the best 65mph head that a man could endure while transiting the curves and hills of the coastal highway. When I shot my load, Marta never stopped sucking until my dick became soft in her wet mouth. When she sat back up in her seat she just smiled and said, "I just love America!" A new patriot was born! And, I just loved Poland! And Polish woman! When we got to the motel I checked in and gave Marta her room key. She looked disappointed until we openned her room door and I showed her the double door system that connected the rooms. WhenI then went into my room we both openned the doors and Marta said, "Tom, let's fuck!" Needless to say, it was a great start to three days of bliss. Marta was naked before I had unpacked my bag and she was unbuckling my shorts and kneeling down as I tried to move backwards toward the bed. With my shorts around my ankles, I fell onto the bed and we both laughed ourselves silly. Being naked with Marta was a joy. She loved sex as much as any woman that I had ever met to that time and was equal to only a few more that I have met, since. She climbed on top of me and with the expertise that she alone had perfected, squatted over my rigid manhood and impaled herself on my cock. She was so tiny that I could place my hands on her waist and actually lift her up and down, and in reality, masturbating myself with her cunt. And tight. Her own sexual history rivaled the greatest lovers in history and she loved to tell me of her past conquests and her list of lovers. Her stories seemed to prime the pump for me and I was like a teenager again, cumming in multiples of 3 and 4 times each session we made love. Though Marta did manage to take 3 surfing lessons during our stay at the beach, it was the lessons of lovemaking that she and I shared that will forever remain seared in my mind. That first night, after a nice dinner at a seafood resturant on the pier, we retired to our "rooms" and Marta proceeded to gift me with the joy of fucking her ass. If her cunt was tight, her ass was a vice! Never could I have imagined a young woman so totally and completely into the finer arts of pleasuring a man. While I attempted to give her "equal" time with orally pleasuring her, she always seemed to want the last word and the last "load" before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Though it's been many years since that summer, my thoughts about Marta have never faded. Even being able to recall her by writing these accounts have again made my cock stiff and rigid. Oh to be so tightly surrounded by her young and pliable flesh. Her moutn, her pussy and her ass were all made and used for their intended purposes: joy, happiness and ultimate pleasure of orgasm.

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