I saw Len a couple times more before going on holiday, and instead of going to town at all, we spent the evening until early hours at mine, even persuading Len into my bed. Six hours in bed, you can learn a hell of a lot. My induction into the cum-swallowing club was tame for what he got me to do next. More about this in the next blog.

Late August 1976 and we were in the medieval town of Poreč, which was then in Yugoslavia, now Croatia. A few from our side of Middies went, minus Len and Janice. The atmosphere was very relaxed. A guy from Middies called Mick was being very touchy feely with me. He never displayed this behaviour at home, and it came as quite a surprise to me, least of all because his wife and kids came on holiday with him. He never missed an opportunity to sit next to me at a bar in the evening, lay on the sunbed next to me by the pool, or putting sun cream on my back. He was creepy, but his stature and respect folk had for him at Middies made it virtual impossible for any such tag to stick. I knew he was creepy though, only if I said anything to anyone about his creepiness, they would say I was insane or making a mountain out of a mole hill....so I kept my thoughts to myself.

I wasn't being so much courted by a Yugoslavian waiter called Janis, who served at our favourite bar, but I was the one he used to check out. No one else noticed this other than Mick, mostly because he was always sat next to me. Mick thought himself a hard man, he was a fraction under six-foot, muscular build with a black receding hairline and moustache. He thought one of his glares might dissuade Janis from checking me out, but it never, and I found it amusing that Mick could be jealous.

It was the eighth day of our 10-day holiday when I decided to myself, I needed a piece of Janis. He was very good looking after all. When the others were ready to go back to the hotel, I said I wanted stop for a while. My 13-year-old sister wanted to stay if I was, but fortunately my dad said no. It was a wonder he even allowed me to stop behind. A short while after they left, Janis joined me at the table. In his broken English, he asked how I was and if I was enjoying myself. We enjoyed a short but healthy chat before his boss summoned him back to work. He asked me if I was staying a while longer and said he would see me later, even supplying me with a healthy portion of vodka with orange, free of charge.

I hung around waiting for Janis, but all hopes were dashed when Mick turned up saying he never liked the idea of me being alone. When serving Mick with his drink, Janis glanced at me somewhat disappointed. I knew exactly how he felt. After he left Mick said he (meaning Janis) was the reason he came back, and "[*racial slur*] like him were only after one thing", and that I had better keep away.  Mick's demeanour changed suddenly when he put his arm around me, squeezed me, and said, "Have you enjoyed your hols then?". I replied I was, which should have spelt the end of his arm around me, but he kept it there, and not only left it there but started stroking me with it. It was all very uncomfortable for me. I tried tactfully fidgeting my shoulder, but he either ignored the hint or was totally oblivious to it. I had to endure a good 15 minutes of him thinking he, was in some way, beguiling me. I just wanted the big creep to go and leave me alone. To cap it all, he swigged down his bier and then insisted we go back to the hotel, even going as far as saying my mum and dad will be worrying about me. I begrudgingly accepted that I wasn't going to get rid of him, so I really had no choice.

Mick still had his arm around me when walking back to the hotel. When we did arrive, instead of heading to the hotel entrance, he pushed me into a small recess at the front of the building. I was so confused but when he asked to kiss me, the penny finally dropped. I'm not sure if I was fatigued or still pissed off about Janis. Either way I just didn't have the resolve to say no. He kissed me the way John used to, with his mouth open, his spit pouring in my mouth, and harshly tonguing every corner of my mouth. He then slipped his hand up the back of my top, stroked my back for a few seconds, and then worked his hand around to my little tits. Before long he had his hand under my bra pumping my tiny tits and nipples like he was milking a cow. Finally, his hand found its way to my pussy. He prodded and dug deep into my hole like a child trying to finger out the last of the peanut butter from its jar. When he finished, he said in a weak nervous tone that "we need to get back to the hotel, and how I mustn't tell anyone what we just did." I couldn't help but think to myself, ‘what WE did, and yeah, right, as if I'm going to let anyone know I let a 37-year-old balding creep touch me up. I never even mildly enjoyed any of it. As to why I let it happen, I had absolutely no idea.

We were only a couple of strides from the main entrance when I told Mick I was going back to the bar. He tried talking me out of it, but I figured I held the moral high ground and really didn't care less what he thought, and so I ventured back to the bar, hoping to see Janis.

To my relief I was in luck. Janis was wiping down the tables as I approached. I was so pleased to see him. His face lit up when he saw me, and he asked if I had come back for him. When I said ‘yes' he gave me such a sexy smile.  He insisted I sit down and wait until he had finished, suggesting we go back to his house, which was 'not far'.  It was music to my ears.

We travelled to his place on a moped, me riding pillion, and neither of us wearing safety helmets. It took us about 25 minutes to get to a place called Zimnj, by which time I was feeling a little apprehensive. I had expected him to live very local to Poreč, he told me as much. I figured the Yugoslavians and British had different perspectives on close. For me it meant, at most, a 15-minute walk into town, and certainly not an 18-mile ride through eerie countryside to the back of beyond. We climbed the steps to a 4th-storey apartment in a shabby looking tenement block.  Janis informed me that his real home was on the outskirts of Zagreb, but he rented a place in Zimnj, with his friends for the summer. Work, and the money he made from wages and tips, in Poreč were so much better than he would get at home. His real trade was in the building industry, which he did not like. I was listening but my thoughts were firmly on the bit where he said he shared the apartment with friends. I wondered if I was expected to sleep with them too.

His apartment was unspectacular to say the least. The living room consisted only of a small black and white portable television, a dilapidated sofa, and a couple of wooden chairs. The kitchen faired even worse, a table, chipped sink, and cooker that in England would be deemed dangerous. There were three other guys in the apartment, all dressed like Janis in white shirt and black trousers. I assumed these were waiters too, not that I recognised any of them. They were friendly enough when Janis introduced me to them. I personally would have thought a stranger in the apartment might have raised suspicion, but these guys barely battered and eyelid.

Janis led me to his sparsely furnished room and started undressing. The bed reminded me of one you would see in a prisoner-of-war film. I only had on four items of clothing on, and that included bra and knickers. I sat naked on the edge of the bed waiting for him to finish undressing, and when he dropped his y-fronts I could only gasp. His cock was huge. I wouldn't have liked to guess how big it was, but it was certainly bigger than Len's and a lot thicker. Had it been and Englishman I'm sure he would have done a boastful jig whilst flapping his cock, but Janis merely laid on the bed and hauled me on to the top of him. We kissed for a while and I could feel his cock hardening. I got the distinct impression he wanted me to go cowgirl on him. I positioned myself over his huge cock and held the shaft whilst locating my hole. I carefully lowered myself down. I could feel my pussy being stretched and thinking how far down his huge pole dare I go. I started to ride him, using my strength to stop me from slipping completely down his shaft, but Janis grabbed hard onto my hips and thrusted up and down. My head was now against his head, and any groan I might have made was one of pain. He was too big for me and I could feel his cock knocking seven bells out of my bladder. He continued to fully penetrate and slam me until he cum. My ordeal was not yet over. With the withdrawal of his cock came a large spillage of my pee. Such was the impact of his enormous tool in my little pussy I had inadvertently urinated. As luck would have it, I noticed the pee had landed an inch or so from his leg. I was quick to come up with a solution, and that was to kneel on the puddle and lick away the cum from his cock. It wasn't something I would have ordinarily done but needs must. I was very slow and methodical when I did it. I so wanted him to swing around his legs and get off the bed so I could throw over the blanket. Of course, it wasn't going to be, I mean what guy would pass up the opportunity of having cum licked of his cock, or in my case cum and the taste of my urine. It was hard to say which tasted the worse.

By the time I had finished, Janis' cock, balls, and pubic hair, were pristine, and I had a belly full of semen. He finally sat up and climbed off the bed. I promptly covered the bed with a blanket. Janis even thanked me for doing so, believing I was making his bed.

Janis wasn't keen on taking me back to Poreč. He automatically assumed I would be spending the night with him. I couldn't risk it on two accounts. If I had, one he would realise I had wet his bed, and two my parents would have gone ballistic. It was already gone 2:30am and I already had visions of my parents informing the local police constabulary. Janis did reluctantly take me back, although every second of the moped journey I wish I had agreed to stay with him. Not that I wanted too but the pain in my pussy and lower abdomen, especially on the bike, was unbearable.

I could barely climb the hotel stairs such was the pain. I was in desperate need of a shower but didn't want to wake anyone up, so I went straight to bed in my bra and knickers.

I was awake early next morning. I had no choice really because my sister, who I shared the room with, decided to open the bedroom shutters. I was still in a great deal of pain, and still desperately needed a shower. Boy did I stink, and my breath tasted like the bottom of a toilet bowl. I waited until my sister vacated the room. I grabbed a towel and slipped off my knickers only to see the unfortunate consequence of trying to fit a huge round peg in a small square hole, namely traces of blood. I ended up throwing them in the hotel's large refuge bin.

I was so sore that I even found it hard to sit down, which wasn't good for me on the flight home...and as for urinating, it felt I was peeing hot needles. 

This is me in Porec...a few days before it was painful to sit.