The next stage of our journey would see us travel over the Alps, it would also be the most arduous, taking the best part of 11 hours, if we didn't take a break, which of course we would need to. We left at 6pm to avoid the rush hour traffic, and were soon in the foothills of the Alps and climbing steadily. We shared the driving, swapping about every two hours, or whenever it was safe to do so. We could have loaded the car onto the train that goes through a tunnel under the mountains, but we wanted the complete experience, so zig zagged our way up and over the Brenner Pass, wondering at the snowcapped mountains and standing on a glacier. We knew our journey time would be in excess of 13 hours, so had pre-booked our hotel.
Down into Austria and we stopped for lunch in the Tyrol. We still had a long way to go, but the roads were now much better and we zoomed along across Austria towards the Slovakian border at Bratislava, across the country and finally into Poland. By the time we reached our hotel it was 10.30, on the road for 16.5 hours, We checked in, quick shower, and slept soundly until 10am. Waking, we called room service for coffee. The waiter looked barely old enough, though he must have been over 18, as they serve alcohol. No more than 4'10, with a little cap on and glasses. As he turned to leave the room he winked and blew us a kiss. I swear he deliberately wiggled his bottom as he walked towards the door, where he turned, and with a heavy accent, said that if we required anything else, call for Pavel. I knew I would see Joel shag him before we left, so I decided not to have sex, claiming that I was still too tired. At midday, the bedside phone rang, it was Pavel saying he had finished his shift, and would we like to see more of him... A few minutes later he was with us, now in tiny shorts and a Depeche Mode T shirt. Which he quickly lost. The only thing out of proportion with his tiny body was his penis. Already erect, and a healthy 6", with a mass of black pubic hair. He did a twirl, then nestled in between us. He kissed me, then Joel, before working his way down the bed and giving us both blow jobs. I then took the opportunity to rim his tiny ass. Joel lay on his back, I lubed them both up, then guided Joel's rod into him. Despite his stature, he took it easily, and I watched, cock in hand, as Pavel kissed and rode my husband. I stood on the bed so that Pavel could suck me at the same time. He rode Joel, sucked me while jacking himself. The amount of cum he produced, not to mention how far he fired it, was impressive, the first two jets hitting Joel in the face. He then half wanked/half sucked me to completion. Joel was the last to cum, firing his babies deep inside.
After such an exhausting drive the day before, we had a day off, knowing that it was a relatively short drive to Prague. The village was quite small. Like most European villages, shops, a post office, two churches and some cafes, their equivalent of pubs. We were round it and drinking strong Polish beer inside an hour. That night Pavel not around, so Joel and I made love. In the morning, Pavel once more brought the coffee, this time giving us a kiss before he left, saying he would be back later. This time he brought a friend with him. Bogdan was the same height as us, and I guessed, (rightly as it turned out) that he would be giving me a seeing to. They kissed and undressed one another, by which time we were all hard. Bogdan's dick was at least 7" With not enough room on the bed for the four of us, Bogdan and I made out on the carpet, kissing and groping, a sixty nine, and then he rimmed me. I had never known such a powerful tongue, he pushed right through my ring and tongue fucked me, if there is such a thing. On the bed, Joel has already mounted Pavel, who had his right leg on Joel's shoulder. Bogdan put me on all fours and took me from behind, my favourite position, unless I want to kiss. Pavel came first, firing his jets over Joel's head. He then got off Joel and sucked him off. Bogdan turned me over, now we could kiss. He remounted me, missionary, fucking me hard, I came hands free. He pulled out just in time to add his cum to mine. That night we got pissed in the hotel bar.
Next morning, bathroom to douche, shower, shag and breakfast. It would be an 8 hour drive to Amsterdam, the sex capital of Europe, so once again, we shared the driving, stopping for food and a piss each time. We had never been to Amsterdam, several of our friends had, and had suggested some bars and clubs, both gay and straight, to sample. Once again we had an Air B&B as driving round the city was impossible, we used the trams. It being pointless going out to the bars in the red light district too early, we had a few drinks in a local cafe. At least the Dutch speak good English, better than the Italian and Polish, which was impossible. At 10pm, we headed into the nightlife, and a bar cheekily called Prik then on to the Free Willy, where you are politely asked to take your clothes off. They are stored at the reception, to be collected on departure. There was a very diverse crowd milling about, 18 to 70+, obese, skinny and dicks of all sizes. Past the toilets there was a small dark room, which we knew all about from Brussels. We weren't ready for that yet, so joined the dancers jostling about on the dancefloor to house music. We soon became split up, dancing and kissing naked with strangers. I lost sight of Joel, I later found out that he had a threesome with two Germans. I was happy dancing with a variety of Dutchmen, one of whom took me upstairs to the dark room. He gave me a blow job, then turned me round and rimmed me. In the darkness, I didn't know whether he used a condom or went bareback, I was past caring. I put my hands on my knees, he penetrated me, fucking me hard and fast. He pulled out in time to put his cum on my cheeks. He gave my bum a slap and left, only for someone else to replace him. They put me on my back, that was much more comfortable, and allowed me to toss myself. He bred me, and I went to find Joel. Another beer in the Club Church, where we were chatted up again, and we went back to the B&B, tired and satisfied. In the morning we would be heading down the coast to Calais, and home.
