Josef Bora opened the top of Dina's sheath dress and then pulled downward on the material, stripping her nude to the waist. As his thick and stubby fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her shoulders, he stared avidly at her nakedness. The sight of her jutting, naked tits was such a magnificent sight that desire smoothed out some of the gravel in his voice.
"Bellissima!"
"You like?" Dina smiled haughtily at him.
"Non parla Itatiano?" he growled.
"Si," she replied. "I speak Italian. But I also like to speak English."
His hands strayed from her shoulders and moved to her tits. He mauled them roughly, savouring the feel of the soft texture of her hot skin and the rubbery hardness of her nipples as they rolled against his palms. Finally he said, "I speak English, too."
The strength of his hands sent flames of desire swirling down the front of her. She tried to control the quiver in her voice. "You are very strong."
She began to sway slightly from side to side. Suddenly she stiffened and stood rigidly motionless as Josef burrowed his face into the valley of her breasts. The day's stubble of his heavy beard rasped against her tender skin. Its roughness was almost like sandpaper. Even though it twinged her with pain, it also heightened the rise of her desire.
"Please!" she gasped.
He hadn't heard her protest, or be didn't care. His hands, big and thick as prosciutto hams, shoved her breasts together as he withdrew his head. Her hard and throbbing cones were now jammed tightly together. The tingling tips of her nipples rubbed his black bush eyebrows and his closed eyelids while Josef panted and rolled his face against her mounds.
Dina's fingers clutched spasmodically in his mop of thick, black hair while the tremors of her rising passion streaked down the front of her. Her pelvis surged restlessly as the heat inflamed the insides of her thighs and turned her wanting into a clot of moisture within her pulsating vagina.
She stifled a moan when she felt his lips ring her right nipple. Her hands pulled his head against her. The furry roughness of his tongue scraped at the tip of her sensitive nipple while he brutally suctioned the glowing bud into his mouth. His strength and virility was so overpowering that she felt her knees buckling and her head began to reel.
Ever since she'd met him in the bar near the Galleria, where they'd both stopped in for an espresso, she'd tantalized him with her sensual body. From his speech and clothing she knew that be bad to be a well-to-do businessman. And because he was about fifty years of age, at least thirty years older than she, she'd had the urge to taunt him with her charms. She had delighted in watching the heat and hunger building in his eyes. Minutes ago she'd pretended to be cool and aloof to his advances. Her sham resistance had suddenly vanished, to be replaced by an uncontrollable desire to have his virile nakedness ravage her passion-racked body.
Her sensations were so keen that she hadn't even been aware now that his mouth had shifted and that he was nursing at her left nipple. An anguished groan shot through her parted lips as he ripped his nibbling teeth against her nipple, almost tearing it off the end of her breast.
"Josef --!"
The rest of the works stuck in her throat as he picked her up and then placed her on the studio couch. The back of her head rested on a pillow. Her right leg dangled over the front of the couch, leaving the hem of her dress hiked, up her nylon-clad thighs.
Josef stared down at her sprawled figure while he jerked the shirttail out of his trousers and, began to unbutton it. Her tits were like melons cut in half, round and firm and perfect, topped by nipples that resembled dark grapes. He licked his lips and again tasted her woman heat and perfume. He shrugged out of the shirt and threw it aside.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" His fingers opened the waistband of his trousers. His hand shot downward and opened his fly.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Take off your clothes. Or don't you understand English?"
"Yes. I understand."
"Then do it. Or I will take them from you."
The trousers slid down his thick and hairy legs. He shoved his shorts downward, then stepped out of the shorts and the trousers at the same time. Now that his body had been freed of the clothing, a faint grin settled on his mouth. "Maybe you want me to tear them off you?"
"Oh, no!"
Dina jumped to her feet and began to wiggle out of her dress. She realized that again she'd tried to react coolly to his proposition, but she'd quickly decided to follow his instructions. She didn't doubt that he'd tear her clothes to shreds. She couldn't allow that to happen because the dress was one of her favourites. But more than that, the sight of his naked body had sheathed her skin with fire and increased the moisture inside her vagina.
His chest and stomach were covered with a rug of black, coarse hair. Even a slight movement caused the muscles to ripple under his skin. He'd obviously trimmed the pubic hair because it was a black curly carpet that served as a base for his thick and swollen cock. Like a dark and petrified chunk of wood it stuck out in front of him, gnarled by the swollen veins and topped by the flared knob. It was inflated with so much passion that its tight-stretched surface glistened.
Josef felt the streaks of pain that flashed along the length of his staff. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed in his testicles each time the blood thudded into his crotch. Watching her peel the pantyhose down he* legs and step out of them increased the pain. He noted that her young body was willowy, with just enough flesh on her bones to make it curvy and voluptuous.
He'd been aware from the beginning that she'd been teasing him, taunting him with seductive glances. Occasionally she'd let him catch sight of a firm thigh, or a perfectly mounded breast. He was also aware that models were trained to do that, and it hadn't bothered him. She straightened up now. She stood in front of him, desire apparent in her big, dark eyes. The strands of caramel-shaded hair spilled over her shoulders. She was breathing heavily and her jutting breasts rose and fell in erratic rhythm.
His glance slid down the front of her. He paid little attention to the rounded hips because he was absorbed in her cunt. It was as naked as the rest of her body, a seductive mound snuggled between her thighs.
"Why no hair?" he asked. "Perque, no hair? You have no hair -- because you have lice?"
"Josef -- please!"
"Then why no hair? You tell me."
"I'm a model. You don't remember that?"
"Si, I remember. I just don't want a model with lice." He walked toward her, expecting her to turn and try to run from him.
But she didn't. She'd thought about it. For a second she'd wanted to slip out of his reach and tease him again, make him catch her and grab her. But then the same weakness flooded her thighs and she found it impossible to move away from him. Already her hand had moved forward. Her fingers firmed around his hot cock It was so thick that she was barely able to enclose it completely in her grasp.
"Josef. ..."
His hands smothered her breasts. His fingernails dug into the tender flesh as be massaged the taut cones and powered his palms against the hard, protruding nipples.
"Now you see,' he muttered, "how a winegrower makes love -- amore."
"Si, si, amore."
His hands slid down her sides, over the mounded hips, and to the tops of her thighs. His fingernails bit into the skin as he grabbed the backs of her thighs just below the buttocks. Suddenly he lifted her off the floor.
So quick and unexpected had been the movement that Dina shrieked with surprise. She flailed her arms, trying to get her balance to fall forward, but already she was teetering backwards. The breath shot out of her lungs as her shoulders landed on the couch. Looking upwards she saw Josef, standing between her thighs while his hands gripped her legs at the backs of her knees. His eyes burned hotly as he stared downward. She couldn't tell whether he was looking at the flared head of his cock or at her pussy.
Josef's passion-clotted voice was now raspy. "I never see something like this."
The power in the fingers that gripped her legs and the lust in his glance was an aphrodisiac to Dina. Her breasts began to ache. Fire strummed through her pelvis and wanting moistened the lips of her cunt. Inside. it began to quiver and itch as it yearned for the violence of his massive cock. Her arms stretched out. Her hands tried to grab his cock, but she was only able to run her fingertips up and down his hairy forearms.
"Josef," she implored. "I want -- I want --" Rapture suddenly paralysed the muscles in her throat.
Josef s hands became steel clamps at her knees. He jerked her legs apart and then pulled them upward. Holding her easily, as though her legs were two branches of a grapevine, he bent forward slightly and lowered his head.
The touch of her hot and passion-swollen mound against his upper lip reminded him of a ripe and juicy peach, just picked from a sun-drenched tree.
For several seconds Josef rubbed his upper lip back and forth while the vertical lips of her cunt moistened his mouth. Then he began to probe with his tongue. He sent out short and sensitive thrusts, letting the tip of his tongue stab into the liquid slot. Like the mound of her cunt, the core was fiery and wet, reminding him of the soft and exquisite texture of a fresh fig.
Breathing heavily be continued to move his head from side to side, rubbing his lip and nose across her clitoris while his tongue stabbed and probed and flicked at the ambrosia that seeped out of her cleft. The juice coating his tongue and the scent of her lust was so exquisite that his cock jerked upright and slapped against his stomach. Then it stood rigidly, practically erect, and quivered until the pressure within it made the pain almost unbearable.
"Josef --" Dina tried to say more, but it was impossible to form the words. Fantastic surges of ecstasy streamed into her pelvis and spread through her entire body. She was so overwhelmed and surprised at Josef's foreplay that she no longer thought about teasing or resisting. She'd expected him to fall on top of her and quickly satisfy his own sexual urge. This new activity left her completely helpless. The flickering thrusts of his tongue had intensified her passion to such an exquisite level that she was on the verge of a climax.
"Dina-mia!"
He'd meant it to sound tender, to convey to her the passion and rapture that he felt, but it came out rough and harsh, as though he were angry with her. For a moment he stared down into the juncture of her split thighs, viewing that which had reminded him minutes ago of a peach and a fresh fig.
The dark crimson folds of her wet and glistening cleft looked raw and ravaged, but it pulsated in quick rhythm with the beat of her pulse. He found that the blood was throbbing in his aching cock and in the same rapid tempo. Slowly he began to lower his arms He let her thighs and pelvis move downward until her pussy was on the same level as the end of his bulging cock. Finally he let the backs of her legs slip out of his hands. He heard her heels thump as they hit the rug.
He fell forward, thrusting out his arms so that the weight of his body wouldn't crash down upon her. He looked down at her heaving belly and the wide angled legs. The mound of her shaven pussy was rising in final and complete surrender.
He gripped his cock and pressured down on it, bringing the swollen and dark-flared crown to her cunt. The moment it touched her moisture-clogged cleft he felt her violent heat. That made his cock quiver and throb ever more. Carefully be fitted the swollen and bulbous head of his cock against her cunt and then powered slowly forward.
And just as slowly the massive, burning knob of power spread the flanges of Dina's cleft, until the muscles of her slippery opening clamped around the crown of his cock. It burgeoned forward and slipped inside of her. Dina gasped and stiffened abruptly. She spread her legs a second later and the fiery hardness of his shaft wedged itself further inside of her. She rolled her eyes and her hips as the hard shaft delved deeper. Deep within her the terrible wanting and aching recesses of her uterus screamed for the thrust that would give her the intense fulfillment that she craved. Dina lashed her legs around his thick waist and pulled him forward. Then she screeched with ecstasy as his cock penetrated her and the sharp tufts of his hair needled into her tender and sensitive skin.
Josef had fucked a lot of cunts before, but never one without hair. Now as his hair shimmed against the hot nude surface around her cunt it was such a fantastic experience that he felt the hair tingle across his shoulder blades. Quickly he pulled part of his cock out of the tight and quivering sleeve of her cunt and then rammed it back into her again, savagely, so that his hair banged up against her velvety shaved skin. He repeated it again, and then he pumped her hard and fast and viciously, driving his staff into her and letting his mat of hair experience the sensation of banging against nakedness.
"Josef!" Dina exclaimed, and his thrust drove the breath out of her. 'It is very good -" Again he'd rammed his cock into her. "Good, good --"
This time the intensity of her passion had cut off the rest of her words. The top of her head was wedged into the corner formed by the wall and a pillow. As she writhed and squirmed and savoured the quick rise of her climax she felt Josef's hands. They gripped her shoulders tightly while the overwhelming sensations of his jolting cock drove her into a spinning cyclone of ecstasy.
With a hoarse and guttural yell Josef drove his cock into her so far that she felt its massive tip ram against the end of her uterus. Her passion exploded around the thundering spurts of his sperm.
It was such a gigantic and powerful orgasm that it was some time before Dina recovered. When she finally sat up and looked about she saw that Josef had already come out of the bathroom. He pulled on his trousers, but not his shorts. She smiled at him through lowered lashes.
"Are you finished with the bidet?"
"What makes you think I use the bidet?" He sat down in a chair and rubbed the soles of his bare feet together.
"I don't know." She shrugged and then walked by him. She began to hurry because the juice from their coupling tickled as it crept down the insides of her thighs.
Josef stared after her, finding much pleasure in her good legs and the roll of her rounded buttocks. Even after Dina had gone into the bathroom he continued to stare at the closed door. He recalled the delicious moments of their lovemaking the way he sometimes thought about an exceptionally good meal that he d had. The texture of her soft and tender skin still lingered on his hands and stomach, just as the heat and rigidity of her nipples lay on his tongue. He was still able to taste the heat and perfume of her body, as well as the fiery juice of her cunt his tongue had scooped into his mouth. Maybe it took a grower of vineyards and a maker of fine wines to really appreciate the taste of a woman.
And then he squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as he thought about his wife who awaited him, in the villa situated to the middle of ages of vineyards. He shook his head to erase his wife's image from his mind. Then the bathroom door swung open. Dina appeared, wrapping a robe around her naked, willowy body.
"Well," she said, "may I offer you some wine?"
He nodded. "Si grazie."
She stopped in front of him. With her legs spread apart and her hands on her hips she stood defiantly, as though she dared him to take her again.
He grinned at her. "Desidera un encore?"
She tossed her head, and the rich strands of her hair flipped to the backs of her shoulders. "Non parla Engesa?" She smiled provocatively at him.
He got to his feet. "If you want, we speak English."
"Come along," she invited.
He followed her into the small alcove that served as a kitchen. Opening a cupboard door she said, "I want to practice my English. I have an uncle in Chicago. Maybe some day I will go to the United States."
Josef pulled out a chair and sat down. "Why you want to go there?"
"To work. I am a model."
"They do not have any gold in Chicago. All the gold is in Europe."
She set a litre of wine onto the table, along with two glasses. "You talk like, a banker, not a wine-grower."
He shrugged. "It is true, I grow, grapes. I sell wine. The best. And I sell spumante." He poured from the bottle into the two glasses. Then he picked up a glass and sniffed as he passed the red wine under his nose. "Lambrusco."
"You don't like it?"
He took a swallow, then leaned back in his chair and allowed the wine to roll over his tongue. It was good. The body matched the aroma. He knew Lambrusco because it was the wine he'd produced before he met Anna Torelli. Then he'd married her. After that he'd concentrated on producing the white wines, especially the spumante, because that was the specialty of the vineyards that belonged to the Villa Fiore.
Finally he said, "I like."
Dina had stood patiently in front of him, awaiting his reply. Now she smiled. "It makes me happy. Do you come often to Milano on business?"
She discovered that she was unable to pull her glance away from him. His eyes were dark brown and capable of compassion. His dark-stubbled square jaw, big shoulders, and barrel chest covered with hair made him very attractive, in a brutal sort of way. Within her the desire became more pronounced as she recalled the strength in his loins and the massive power in his cock.
Dina appreciated the fact that Josef Bora was both virile and well-to-do. A man with a combination of those two assets could help her a lot, especially whenever there was a scarcity of modeling jobs.
Now Josef answered, "When I am needed here, I come to Milano. When I am needed in Asti, I remain there."e
"You can always stay here -- in my flat -- when you come to Milano. You are always welcome."
Josef set down his glass and allowed his glance to meet hers. The big eyes stared coolly back at him, but they failed to conceal the heat and desire of her body. A vein pulsed at her throat, and the melon breasts were so taut they were ready to jump out of her robe. Normally he would have immediately terminated the discussion after such a proposal, but with Dina he found the possibilities intriguing. Maybe it was because she didn't have any hair between her
"Si." He nodded thoughtfully. It is a long drive at night, from here to the Villa Fiore."
Dina raised the glass of wine and drank slowly, hoping that it would conceal her surprise and excitement She'd heard of the villa before, but she'd never dreamed that she'd ever meet the man who owned it Especially this man, Josef Bora.
She set the glass down again. "Then you must stay here tonight. Unless -- someone is expecting you at the villa before tomorrow.'
"Come here." He spoke softly, but his voice had never been one that mirrored his true feelings. The two words sounded harsh. "You sit on my lap."
She hesitated a few seconds, just long enough so that he wouldn't think she was too eager. Then she turned her body so that she could slide sideways onto his lap.
"No!"
"What is wrong, Josef?"
"Sit down, facing me. So I can look at you." He shoved his thick thighs together.
Deftly Dina flipped aside the folds of her gown, then spread her naked legs ,and straddled his thighs. She lowered her buttocks and felt his legs, strong and as wide as a plank of wood. The cloth of his trousers felt coarse and rough against her bare buttocks, but the touch increased the hot tingling in her thighs. His big hands slid up her thighs, went under the robe, and settled on her hips. The flat and stubby thumbs moved restlessly and tickled her pelvis.
Her skin became fiery under his touch. He peered down at the juncture of her thighs and saw that it was shadowed by the folds of her robe. He shoved his hands upward, caressing her flanks, while the rumpled cloth of her robe rode his forearms.
His voice was guttural. "I like to see -- everything!"
"Si Josef."
She opened the front of her robe, then shrugged it off her bare shoulders and let it slide down her back. Her swollen, aching breasts surged up and down as she put her arms around his neck and clasped her fingers. She closed her eyes and breathed through parted lips as she shivered under the touch of his caressing hands.
"Bellissima."
While his hands mauled her fantastic tits he stared down at the juncture of her thighs. They were pulled apart because she was straddling his legs. The wet and glistening folds of her cunt pulsated with the throbbing of her passion.
Huskily she asked, "Un encore, Josef?'
Her right hand feathered down the front of his chest. Red-lacquered fingernails worried his hard pea nipples before they crept through the coarse mat of hair that covered his flat stomach. Expertly she opened the waistband of his trousers and drew downward on the tab of the zipper.
"Si, again," Josef muttered.
Desire and lust inflating his cock. It stuck rigidly out of his fly, a dark and throbbing stump that resembled the stem of a grapevine that had been trimmed of its branches during the winter. The thick and inflated crown bobbed acid surged, as though it were trying to make contact with the dark and pulsating cleft only inches away.
"Momento." Josef wrapped his arms around her willowy body. Then he stood up, just enough so that his trousers were no longer pinned to the chair by the weight of his body. He rolled his buttocks to dislodge the waistband of his trousers from his hips, then opened and closed his thighs so that gravity would pull the trousers down his legs. She snuggled against him and her melon breasts pressured hotly against his cheeks. His trousers slid down his legs.
Dina whimpered huskily as his beard rasped the valley of her breasts. Held aloft by Josef, her pelvis rubbed against the harsh mat of his stomach hair while his hot staff powered against the moisture-laden crevice of her buttocks. She felt him settling down onto the chair again. The head of his inflamed cock moved forward until it had cleared the juncture of her thighs. Now it began to dig into the softness of her abdomen.
"Viderer!" she whispered excitedly. Her head tipped forward so that she could watch her pussy nearing the big and gorged end of his cock.
"Si. I watch." He thrust his head forward, and his forehead was pressed against hers. Her rounded buttocks fidgeted on the tops of his thighs as she squirmed forward. He spasmed his buttocks and his cock jabbed at her. The tip of it felt the soft mound of her pussy, hot and gilded with perspiration. She continued to wriggle nearer, he probed, and they both watched.
"Lenta, Josef."
"I go slow. Very slow."
And slowly, indeed, the head of his swollen cock neared the entrance to her cunt and pressured against the cleft. Very slowly it forced itself through the tight and constricting flanges of her opening and suddenly burst like a blooming flower inside of her.
"Mama, mia!" The words were lost in Dina's choked cry. She shoved her hips forward and felt the wonderful hardness of Josef's cock drill into her. Her arms lashed around Josef. She clung tightly to him, savouring the sensations of his penetration. Her body quivered as her sensitive nipples rubbed against his mat of hair. She bounced and drummed her buttocks against his thighs, driving the thick staff in and out of her.
"Lenta," Josef panted. He lurched to his feet. His hands grabbed her buttocks and held her suspended. She squirmed helplessly in the grip of her passion and leaned backward. His mouth sucked voraciously at the taut nipples while her cunt shuttled around his cock.
He spasmed his buttocks and tried to ram his cock deeper into her. Already the fierce sensations of his orgasm roared through his cock.
She began to bounce and spasm erratically. The fiery walls of her cuntal channel mauled his sensitive cock and brought on his come. She began to groan gutturally as his come spurted into her suctioning and climaxing box.
Two
Mike Morgan's ascent was slow and steady. Except for the back pack, with its wide straps across his broad shoulders, he was bare to, the waist. A long loaf of French bread was clamped under his left arm. His right hand gripped a litre bottle of red wine and the slab of cheese in the stiff wrapping paper. When he arrived at the top of the cobblestone path he turned and looked down at the vista spread out before him.
At the edge of the horizon the waning light of the day had blended the sky into the blue of the Mediterranean. The sea was calm. As his glance moved towards the shore, the shade of the sea became a darker and deeper blue as it became shadowed by the heights that surrounded the bay. Ships and yachts rode at anchor offshore, as though on display for the string of hotels that fringed the wide avenue. Mike's glance flicked about, enjoying the vivid splashes of color, provided by the flowers, the sea, or the tiny houses perched precariously on the sides of the hills that cupped the city of Nice.
Directly below him he was able to pick out the shops where he'd bought the wine, bread and cheese. The sidewalks were filled with pedestrians, out for their evening promenades, while flashy and powerful sports cars, along with bicycles, idled by in a steady stream.
Mike turned his back on the activity below and glanced about. A number of houses and cottages, all painted in vivid shades of pinks, reds, greens, and blues, relaxed on secluded lots that abounded with trees, shrubs and roses in bloom. He'd been in Europe long enough to learn that the best place to roll out his blanket and spend the night was away from the hub of the tourist-crowded cities. Often a great percentage of the cottages on the outskirts were unoccupied, and with few people around there was no one to disturb him. Especially the local police.
About fifty yards beyond and above him he caught sight of a pink cottage that seem unoccupied. After he'd let himself in through the small wooden gate at the back of the property, he strode across the lawn and stopped near the base of a pine tree. Noting that the shutters on the windows were closed, he dropped the loaf of bread onto the ground, then the wine and cheese, and slipped out of his pack.
He sat down and leaned his back against the trunk of the tree. For several pleasurable moments he rubbed his shoulders against the trunk, relishing the rough surface as it scratched his back. Then he leaned forward and untied the laces of his brogans. After he'd pulled them off he stretched out on his back. He smiled at the darknening sky while he wiggled his toes and felt the air cooling his bare feet.
"Pardon, Monsieur."
He jerked his head to the left and saw the girl standing nearby. Her hair was blonde, a shade lighter than his own. It was cut short, the ends ragged, as though she'd trimmed it with a pair of unwieldy shears while she'd peered into a mirror.
"Huh?"
"Parlez vous Francaise?"
"No." He grinned at her. "Not really."
"Ah," she exclaimed, "American! Oui?"
'Yes."
As he got to his feet he saw that he towered over her. She had to be about five feet tall. The nipples of her small breasts formed tiny mounds under the material of her white shirt. The shirttail extended down to her bare thighs. Mike wondered whether she was wearing a bikini underneath.
He asked, "Do you live here?"
She nodded while her blue eyes seemed to take inventory of every part of his body. "But it's all right." She motioned at his pack and the' food he'd deposited on the ground.
"Thank you."
She crossed her legs and sat down. Sitting with her bare legs crossed he still couldn't tell whether she was wearing anything under the shirt. "I am Mari."
"Mike. Mike Morgan."
"I thought first -- maybe you were from -- Stockholm." He sat down again and leaned his back against the trunk of the tree. Then he rubbed the top of his head, letting his fingers worry his blond hair. "Because of the color of my hair?"
"Oui."
"I'm a mixture, I guess. That's what they tell me, anyway. A little Irish, English, and a speck of German."
"I hate le Boche."
"Maybe there's not that much German in me."
She sighed, as though she hadn't understood, or didn't care. "It's okay."
"How long have you lived here, Mari?"
"Forever."
"Okay." He glanced at the cottage, and then grinned at her. "You want me to leave, is that it?"
She stared quizzically at him.
"Your folks -- mama and papa. They want me to leave." He stood up and reached for his pack.
"Ah, no-Mike! You stay. Okay?"
He glanced dawn at her, then at the cottage. When he looked at her again he saw that she'd flopped onto her back. Her hands were clasped under the back of her head, and her bare legs were extended. He couldn't tell whether it had been accidental or whether she'd done it on purpose, but the ends of her shirt had parted enough so that now he knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
In the rapidly increasing dusk he caught a glimpse of the golden strands fringing her pussy. Immediately he felt the heat in his own crotch. His cock hardened and powered against his fly.
"Would you like some wine, Mari?"
"Yes."
"How about some cheese and bread to go with it?"
She sat up abruptly. She smiled and her eyes sparkled. "What you call it -- a picnic?"
"Sure as hell. You called it, Mari. Were going to have a picnic."
"Ah, I love!" She moved towards him on her bare knees.
Mike picked up the bottle of red wine and pulled out the cork with his teeth. Then he offered it to her. "Have a swig."
"Merci."
Some of the wine dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she drank, spotting the front of her shirt. When she'd finished drinking she wiped her full lips with the back of her right hand and handed the bottle to him. "Is very good."
His eyes were closed as he tipped the wine bottle, but under his eyelids he still saw the golden-fringed pussy nestled between her tanned thighs. It was unbelievable, the cunts he'd had since he'd arrived in Europe. In quick succession he recalled the nights in Torremolinos, Majorca, and St. Tropez. Shit, when he got back to UCIA in the fall and told his frat brothers about it, they wouldn't believe him.
"Tonight?" she said. "You want to stay here?"
He took the bottle from his lips and then turned his bead to look at her. "Is it all right?" He motioned with his head in the direction of the cottage.
"Oh, yes. It is quite all right."
"Then I'll stay here." He put aside the wine bottle and began to unwrap the cheese.
"Bien." She leaned forward so that she could see what was in the paper.
Mike spread apart the folds of the stiff paper so that its contents were clearly visible. "Cheese."
She rubbed her stomach. "Ah, good."
"Don't your folks feed you?" He lurched sideways so that his hand could probe his pack and pulled out the dagger he'd taken from the Spanish girl in Torremolinos. He began to cut the cheese into large chunks. "Go ahead and help yourself."
Her hand darted out. She grabbed the largest piece of cheese and shoved it into her mouth. While she chewed ravenously Mike glanced at the cottage. He couldn't understand why she could be so famished when her parents lived in the house.
"Have some bread." He tossed the long loaf into her lap.
She grabbed one end of it, ripped off a hunk and chewed hungrily. Her thighs had parted and her golden-fringed cunt was like a treasure, gleaming at the end of a rainbow.
They ate in silence, savouring the bread and cheese and the wine, passing the bottle back and forth between them. Initially he'd stolen quick glances at the cunt she'd displayed so provocatively, but before long he found himself staring brazenly between the tanned thighs because she made no effort to conceal her boa with the bottom of her shirt. His cock, hard and swollen, throbbed in his crotch, impatient for the meal to end and the screwing to begin.
He'd never imagined that there was this much available ass running around in Europe. Each night he'd stopped he'd eventually found a young girl, eager to crawl under his blanket with him. And it was all young stuff, girls of all nationalities in their teens, hiking and traveling through Europe the same as he. Up to now he'd met them in the areas where they camped and slept a night, and in every group there were always several available girls, looking for a partner. Walking out of Nice he'd been positive that he'd be sleeping alone tonight, but suddenly Marl had appeared at his side, as though she'd been waiting specifically for his arrival.
Now as he watched her putting away the food it reminded him of the World War II experiences his old man had told him. His old man had been in the Army in the Italian campaign, and it seemed that everywhere he'd gone he'd found a young signorina, eager to share her body for a K ration or a chocolate bar. He grinned and took another swig of wine. Like father, like son.
Mari asked, "You stay in Nice?"
"Just tonight. Then I'll move on."
"Where?"
"Italy."
"Ah. Maybe Portofino?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. I really want to go to Asti."
"Asti?" Her mouth fell open and she stared at him in amazement. "Asti?"
Maybe it wasn't such a good place to go, after all. Asti was the only definite spot on the European continent that he'd decided to visit. From Mari's reaction he realized that he'd find Asti to be a complete bust, but he was determined to go there, anyway. The reason was very personal. Of all the places his old man had raved about, Asti had been his favourite. At the end of the war his old man's unit had been stationed there, and according to his old man, then had been so much young fucking cunt around that he'd worn himself out in two weeks time. Now Mike, wanted to see for himself whether the old man was full of shit or whether he really knew what he was talking about. Mike didn't want to go into detail about that for Mari's sake. She wouldn't understand. Nobody but he understood.
So now he told her, "Just a short stay. One day."
She rubbed her hands briskly together to get rid the bread crumbs. "There are many girls with French blood in Asti. Like me."
"Where are you from?"
"Paree." Quickly she added, "Many places."
He'd guessed her age to be no more than seventeen or eighteen, but it was impossible to guess the mileage of the girls he'd met on the continent.
"How long have you lived here?" he asked.
She stood up, still rubbing the palms of her hands together. "Would you like to bathe now?"
"You mean a real shower?" he asked eagerly. Getting cleaned up in water, other than the ocean, would be a treat.
"No," she replied. "In a tub."
"Could I?"
"Oui." She wrapped the paper around the small amount of remaining cheese. "I show you the way."
With Mari carrying the food and wine, he carried his pack and brogans and followed her to the rear of the cottage. In their bare feet they walked without a sound. When they arrived at the door she paused and glanced warily from side to side. Then she quietly opened it and he followed her inside.
It was dim inside the cottage. Peering through a doorway into another room the furniture appeared to be perfectly arranged. He inhaled deeply and found that the air was stale and musty.
"Where are your folks?" he asked..
"They are not here." She put the food on the sideboard next to the sink "Come with me."
Still carrying his pack and brogans he followed her. A light suddenly flashed on. Mari stepped aside so that he could see the interior of the room. It was a fantastic bathroom. It was so spacious that It seemed all out of proportion to the size of the cottage. It was completely walled with pink, expensive tile and all the faucets gleamed as though they were made of pure gold. A plush, crimson rug covered the floor. Next to the john and bidet was an immense sunken pink bathtub.
Mike turned his head and stared at Mari. Her eyes cracked with excitement while a smile hovered at the corners of her mouth. He shook his head. "I don't believe it."
"You don't believe me?"
"I guess that's what I meant. You don't live here. Your folks don't live here. Nobody lives here. Am I right?"
She grinned mischievously and nodded. "Yesterday I find this house. Nobody here. I sleep -- last night and much of today."
He noticed that the bathroom had a window. Although it was shuttered. from the outside, he was positive that the light would be visible to the neighbours.
"But the neighbours will see the light, and call the police."
She pointed in one direction. "Nobody in that cottage." Then she pointed in the opposite direction. "Nobody in that cottage. Nobody here now. This is the only cottage -- with the door open."
"Yeah." He nodded approvingly as he realized she'd covered all the bases. "This is some pad." He dropped his pack and brogans.
"I make the water for you." Simultaneously she twisted both of the gleaming handles that protruded from the wall. The water gushed into the tab from a thin, wide-mouthed faucet The stream of water resembled a mountain waterfall. Mari leaned forward and thrust out her hand, to test the temperature of the water.
She was standing in front of him with her back to him. As her head and shoulders moved downward, the movement pulled up the back of her shirt. Mike felt the sudden drumming of his heart as he stared at the naked, mounded buttocks and the golden valley that was visible between her thighs. Her, legs were close together. With his glance on her firm, tanned thighs, he began to walk forward.
Seconds later his hands had firmed themselves over her rounded hips. He gripped her tightly while he shoved his mounded fly into the crack of her ass. He felt the immediate spasming of her buttocks. Suddenly his cock was so hard and swollen that it began to ache. Her. body shuddered as she slowly straightened up.
"We undress first," she said, moving away from him. She unbuttoned her shirt while he tore open his slacks and shoved them down his legs. As he stepped free of them the shirt slipped from her fingertips and settled to the rug.
She kept her back turned to him as though she were timid about letting him see the front of her naked body. Quickly he moved up behind her. He shoved his hands under her arms and smothered her baseball-hard breasts with his palms. His rigid cock was now upright, pressed against the hot, soft curve of her-spine. He moved his hips from side to side, letting his cock roll across her back while his hands traveled down the front of her quivering stomach. His fingers caressed the fringes of her golden thatch before he shoved the tips of two fingers of his right hand into her box. It was hot and juicy and tight.
"Mari!" he said urgently, wanting to fuck her so badly he could hardly stand it
"Oui" She lurched forward. Her outstretched hands cushioned her fall, and then she was positioned on her hands and toes. Her buttocks spasmed while she swayed from side to side. "Out, Mike!"
His hands gripped her hips, but because she was so short his aching balls rubbed the crack of her shifting ass while his cock quivered above her back.
"Dammit, Mari!" He stepped backward and then bent his knees. As the head of his aching cock slid down the valley of her buttocks and made contact with her cunt he grabbed her thighs. Jerking her feet off the floor he drove his cock into the snug and slippery opening. Ecstasy exploded in his groin as his cock burrowed into her pulsating cuntal channel. Her feet were suspended above the floor because he continued to grip her thighs. Savagely he punched his cock into her slot, pulled it back, and drove it into her again.
Seconds later the fiery juices of his come jetted into her pulsating cavern. The sensations were fantastic, but as the violence of his come rocked his body he felt disgust because it had happened so quickly. Already he was afraid he hadn't experienced, the most exquisite sensations of their coupling.
"Oh, shit!" he muttered disgustedly. He let her thighs slip out of his grip and then glared angrily down at his curved and glistening organ as it came out of her.
"Ooooo, magnifique!" Mari bubbled. "You make love good."
"Yeah, like a rabbit."
"Many times?"
"No. Quick, fast-like a rabbit. Now I've got to get it hard again."
"You wait. You see."
She turned the knobs of the water and shut off the tub's waterfall. Then she went to the bidet and turned on its two knobs. Expertly she blended the temperature of the hot and cold water, at the same time increasing the water's pressure. Now there was an eight-inch spout of water rigidly centered in the bidet.
"Look at me, Mike."
Mike watched. She straddled the bidet, then bent her knees and lowered her buttocks until tide rigid phallus of water probed at the portals of her pussy. As her fingertips pulled apart at the swollen folds of her cunt, the shaft of water gushed inside of it. She lowered herself slowly, letting the finger of water penetrate her deeper and deeper, until she'd settled onto the rim of the bidet and her cuntal opening had completely enveloped the water spout. Mari's eyes were closed, and the tip of her tongue rolled over her passion-swollen lips.
"Now you," she said abruptly. She stood up and dabbed at her crotch with a piece of tissue paper.
"I'm fixed a little different," he said.
"Come." She gripped his arms and led him over to the bidet.
Mike straddled it the way she had, then reluctantly allowed himself to squat, under the pressure of Mari's hand. He reacted as the hard and probing finger of warm water drilled against his balls, but obediently followed her guidance until the spout of water probed at his asshole. His buttocks spasmed. He felt his asshole puckering up as the tingling finger of water caressed him. Slowly he began to relax, and then the massaging force of the water sent wild sensations through his crotch and thighs.
"You see?" Maria asked. "Oui."
Her fingers had curled around his limp organ, and already it began to harden in her hand. He couldn't tell whether it was her fingers or the massaging jet of water against his asshole that caused his miraculous recovery. Suddenly his cock was rigid and erect, throbbing in her curved, pumping fingers.
"Let's go again, Mari." He stood up. Rivulets of water tickled as they ran down the insides of his thighs.
"No!" Her hand grabbed his arm and pulled him down again. As his thighs settled onto the rim of the bidet and the water spout tickled his asshole, Mari dropped to her knees in front of him. She lowered her head and slipped her hot lips around the end of his swollen cock.
His mouth fell open and his shoulders lurched backwards. She'd clamped the head of his cock between her strong shifting tongue and the roof of her mouth. He discovered that the powerful suctioning action of her mouth activated ecstatic jolts in his groin. It felt as though there was a hot wire, extending from the tip of his cock, through his staff and balls, and terminating in the muscles of his asshole. With each powerful suck the wild jolt relaxed the muscles of his anus and let some of the bidet's water geyer inside of him.
"Oh, ah," he gasped. "Magnifique. Oh, Jesus, when I come-my whole body is gonna explode, Mari."
He groaned ecstatically and squirmed his buttocks down into the bidet, hoping that the finger of water would burrow deeper into his asshole. She'd drawn another inch of cock into her mouth. Now her funnelled tongue massaged his staff while her spasming throat muscles mauled his throbbing crown. Within him the sensations became a flaming, aching clot of rapture, ready to explode in a shattering come.
He squirmed helplessly around on the top of the bidet while his fingers ripped at her short, golden strands of hair. Roughly she jerked her head away. His sensitive and throbbing cock slipped out of her mouth.
"Come on!" he begged. "Finish it! Don't stop now!" He grabbed for her, but she lurched backwards, eluding his grasp. Her chin and neck were wet from the water that had sprayed on her, but her eyes were hot and filled with lust. Passion had swelled her breasts. The pink nipples were taut and as large as the tips of her little fingers.
"We finish here," she answered huskily. Then she turned and stepped down into the bath tub that was half full of water. "Come on, Mike."
He lurched to his feet and headed for the bath tub. It was difficult to walk because his pelvic area was hot and clogged with his aching come. His cock, thick and swollen, angled out in front of him like a baseball bat.
When he stepped into the tub she'd already dumped some liquid soap into the water. Now she rolled about in the spacious tub, the movement of her body billowing up the mass of frothy, perfumed suds. He sat down into the tub and shoved out his legs, forked and probing, to lock them around her body and pull her against him. His buttocks slid forward across the slippery bottom of the tub, and he had to shove his hands downward to brace himself so that his head wouldn't submerge under the foam-covered water.
"Hello, Mike." Mari purred as she slid her body on top of his. The water in the tub was scarcely tepid, in sharp contrast to her fiery body. Sensually she let her nipples rub up the front of his stomach as she moved towards him. His arms lashed around her. He struggled to sit upright. Her cunt felt huge and swollen as it settled against the underside of his aching staff and pinned it against his stomach.
He squirmed and rolled his buttocks, trying to get her to rise slightly so that he could ram his cock into her cunt. She pushed out her chest and offered his mouth wet and dripping tits. As ravenously as she'd devoured the food and cheese, he devoured her breasts. With his mouth wide open he bit into the globes that were as hard as apples while the tip of his tongue flickered and banged at her stiff nipples.
"Let me --" he gasped, "-- put it in, Mari. My cock -- hurts so bad, it's killing me."
"Oui." Quickly she raised her buttocks. Her hand slipped under the surface of the water. Her fingers grabbed his cock, and then she guided it to the center of her huge pulsating cleft.
He snapped his hips into the air the moment that she dropped down again. His cock shot all the way into her and for almost a minute they clung tightly to each other, panting hoarsely, so overwhelmed by the sensations that they were unable to move no more than a slight swaying back and forth.
"Ooooo," Mari finally murmured.
"Good God --" He couldn't continue because he couldn't believe the sensations. His cock was all the way inside of her tight, honeyed cunt. Even without any movement he felt the fury of an oncoming orgasm. And yet he wasn't on the verge of coming, and he had no idea when it might be.
She smiled dreamily. She leaned backward until she sat upright. Gently she scooped up a handful of foam and rubbed it over his shoulders and chest. He did the same to her. With a huge mound of foam in each palm he rubbed his hands over her breasts. He swirled it over her tits and rubbed his palms against the hard nipples. Immediately he felt the quick and rhythmic pulsations in her cunt.
His cock began to swell and thicken under the strumming of her cuntal muscles. It warn t only his cock and pelvis that now tingled with the intensity of an oncoming orgasm. His entire body was caught in the same web of ecstasy. Her hands caressed his wet and naked body and added to the rapture, just as his hands and fingertips tingled as they moved over her skin.
But it wasn't enough.
His cock wanted to penetrate her deeper because her cunt beckoned and teased him with its firm and rhythmic pulsing.
And so they began to pant louder and faster.
She began to bounce up and down. He began to pop his hips, driving his thick and lust-laden cock into her belly.
"Mari - I'm coming -" he called out in a choked voice.
"Oui, oui!"
Her hips began to roll, causing the slippery channel of her cunt to whirlpool around his cock.
Waves appeared on the surface of the water. They slammed their bodies together as the excruciating peak of their climax turned into an ecstatic explosion.
Both gasped and murmured weakly as they shuddered under the violence of their come, and then they collapsed and nurtured the lingering sensations.
Three
Anna Torelli Bora came out of the villa shortly before noon. The sun was worm and bright and for several minutes she stood just outside the villa's entrance. Through the screen of her long, dark eyelashes she let her glance rove slowly. over her property. For almost three decades she'd made this casual inspection almost daily, but she'd never tired of it. She'd watched the development of the new olive grove and the quick growth and maturing of the citrus trees in the orchard. She could recall to the day when they'd begun construction of the group of stone and brick buildings to house the wine presses, vats, and bottles that eventually would be filled when the grapes were brought in in the Fall. And whenever she let her eyes move over the property, especially the lush fields of vineyards, she felt fantastic pride.
But it was not so today. She found little delight in the view. Josef had not come home the night before, and she'd gone through a long and tormented night. Sleep had eluded her, not because she'd worried about Josef's personal safety, but because of the other things. Alone in the big bed she'd tossed and turned, her body tortured by the hunger and restlessness that churned within her. The night had been no warmer than normally, and yet her skin bad been laved with heat, as though licked by the sirocco winds that sometimes came up from North Africa. She'd pulled the hem of her sheer white nightgown up to her waist. Then she'd spread her thighs, hoping that would cool the heat that sheathed her inner thighs and the depths of her vagina. Later she'd even bared her breasts, drawing them out of the low neckline of her nightgown. But they, like her thighs and vagina, found no relief from the heat that swathed her body.
Even now her thighs and pelvis were hot. Her breasts were hard and swollen. Her nipples were so sensitive that it was agony whenever the tips rubbed against the cups of her bra.
The few times she'd dropped off to sleep she'd dreamed of Josef. She tried to pull his strong and hairy body down on top of her, but he squirmed and fought her. Eventually he slipped out of her groping fingers and slid away from her. Then when she'd awakened, the terrible heat and gnawing within her had been worse than before.
This morning, after the villa had been tidied up, Anna had sent Concetta into the village to do some shopping. Then Anna had washed. her hair. Washing her hair had always made her feel better when things troubled her. She'd been blessed with fine hair, almost silken in texture. The black and straight strands extended down below her shoulder blades. It had been damp when she'd stepped out of the villa, but in the short period of time it had already begun to dry.
Now she walked slowly across the yard to a bench under the oak tree. She sat down and began to move the comb lazily through her hair.
Arturo caught sight of her as he stepped out of one of the wine sheds. He knew she couldn't see him because she was turned so that he was looking at her profile. Ever since the summer had begun he d had a partial erection most of the time. As he watched the sensual movement of her hand drawing the comb through her hair, her jutting breasts rose and fell in provocative rhythm. Immediately he had a full erection and he licked his parched lips.
For the last few weeks he'd been positive that the signora was in heat, and the daily sight of her lush and passionate body bad almost turned him into a madman. He was aware that Josef, the Capo, had not come home the night before. Arturo was also aware that Concetta was not in the villa. Rubbing the palms of his sweaty hands against the sides of his trousers he began to walk towards the signora.
Anna turned her head as she caught the sound of his approaching footsteps. His teeth flashed in the sunlight as he smiled at her. Anna nodded impassively, although she felt the quick surge of heat that curled between her thighs. He was handsome, she had to admit, with the curly locks of dark brown hair, broad chest, and thick thighs. Today he d knotted his shirt around his waist, leaving the buttons of his shirt unfastened to expose the soft, curly mat of hair and the button nipples.
"Permesso," he called out.
"What do you want?" It was difficult to keep her voice' steady because she caught sight of his manhood, bulging brazenly before her very eyes.
"Perhaps I could help you with the combing of your hair, with Concetta away."
"And how did you know she is not here?"
"I saw her -- walking towards the village."
"Is that the way you spend your time when you should be working -- watching the road to see who goes to the village?"
"It was just by accident. After rd finished counting the empty wine bottles, as Josef instructed before he departed, I just happened to glance up and I saw her -"
"That's enough of your lies," Anna interrupted. "Now I have finished," he continued softly, "and I thought I could help you with the combing of your hair"
She nodded, holding the comb with both hands in her lap. She felt his bold glance, moving over her hot and restless body. Normally she would have chastised him for his brazenness and sent him away, but now she found herself trembling and yearning for his touch.
She gave him a quick smile. "Va bene." She handed him the comb. "But be very gentle."
"Si, signora" he answered as he moved around in back of her. "I can be very gentle."
As he began to sweep, the teeth of the comb through her hair his other hand slipped under the strands. Her hair felt like heated silk, fanned against his palm. He felt the drumming of his heart, and the bulge in his crotch pressured against his fly.
"How old are you, Arturor Anna bit her tongue the instant she'd asked the question.
"Venti, Signora." He moved closer to her. Looking downward he was able to see the full and swollen breasts mounded in front of her low necked blouse. They were big and luscious tits, like a pair of cantaloupes. Nonchalantly he let his left hand settle onto her shoulder, near the base of her neck. He felt her quick shudder under his touch.
"And how long have you worked for Josef?" asked the question defensively, just to remind him that he was only an employee.
"Cinque anni."
"Five years," she agreed, "but four years before you came to the Villa Fiore."
"Si."
He could smell her wanting now. The scent of her beat and her body clogged his nostrils. It was a lusty and earthy sent, intermixed with the aroma of her freshly shampooed hair. Never had he been able to touch her before. This was the first time he'd gotten close to her. His glance stared hypnotically down at the lush rounded hips in the black skirt. Her feet were bare, like her excellent legs and they were extended in front of her, crossed at the ankles. His flanks tingled erotically as he imagined her hot, firm thighs locked around his waist.
Then his glance returned to her tits. He licked his lips and fought his impatience to feel the taut and soft skin of the globes against his-fingertips.
"Permesso, Signora." His hand moved downward. For a wonderful moment his fingertips touched the top of the bare luscious mound as he plucked at an imaginary strand of hair.
"Brutto!" Anna yelled angrily as she jumped to her feet. "You have no right to touch me! Now give me the comb and get back to world" She snatched it from his hand.
"Signora --"
"Go!" She pointed her finger in the direction of the stable. "Do your work, and you can be sure that I will tell Josef about your incompetence when he returns!"
"Si Signora."
Her heart pounded erratically and her vagina continued to pulse wetly as she watched him walk away. Her eyes refused to move away from the muscled buttocks and the thick thighs as he strode towards the stable. She turned and walked slowly back to the villa. The touch of his fingers on her shoulder and on her breast still burned, as though she'd been branded with a fiery torch. My God, how long could she resist temptation?
Even as she'd yelled at him she'd wanted to bite her tongue and tell him that she was sorry. His nearness and touch had stirred her tremendously and she'd honestly been thinking about inviting him into the villa for a glass of wine. But she'd reacted spontaneously because of her upbringing. He was the employee, and she was the mistress of the villa. Anna wiped the perspiration from her brow and wondered what she had to do to make Josef understand. She was positive he was aware of her sexual needs, but she couldn't come right out and beg for the pleasure of his big, strong body. No, she still had her pride.
In the coolness of the wine shed Arturo rubbed his swollen crotch and tried to get rid of the dull and numbing ache. He knew that she wanted him, any man, and he wanted her, but it hadn't worked out that way. Maybe he'd moved too fast. Perhaps he should have waited a while longer before he reached down and touched her breast. If he hadn't been so impatient, she might have invited him into the villa.
Angrily Arturo slammed his hand against the wall of the shed. He couldn't stand it any longer. Something had to be done about the hardness that throbbed in his crotch. He fished a key out of the pocket of his slacks. He studied it thoughtfully for a second, and then he strode toward the old Fiat sedan parked near the stable. He had to go into Asti anyway to check on the arrival of a shipment of bottles for the spumante. While he was in town he'd probably wind up with a whore. He really didn't want that, but if that was the only way he could get relief from the ache in his crotch, then a whore it would be.
He drove slowly along the one lane dirt road that bisected a field of vineyards. The vines were crisp and green, their leaves absorbing the sun's rays that would contribute to the juice and sugar that would swell the clusters of grapes. The land belonging to the Villa Fiore ended at the point where the dirt road intersected the two-lane paved highway. It, in turn, eventually connected with the main strada that went to Asti.
As Arturo came to the end of the dirt road he caught sight of a figure stretched out in the shade of the grapevines. It had to be one of the teenagers that hitchhiked across Europe during the summer. Arturo stopped the Fiat. It was his responsibility to keep them off the Villa Mores property.
Arturo slammed shut the car door. The figure suddenly sat upright. One hand pushed strands of red hair away from a cheek Arturo pulled up abruptly when he saw that the intruder was a young girl. It wasn't the long read hair that had revealed the stranger's sex, but rather the outline of her small, rounded breasts under a skimpy halter. She was almost naked, except for a pair of brief shorts and walking shoes.
"Buon giorno!" she called out.
As Arturo approached her, he frowned and asked her in Italian what she was doing on the property that belonged to the Villa Fiore.
She threw out her hands to indicate that she didn't understand. Clear blue eyes smiled at -him. "I don't speak Italian. Non capito. Do you speak English?"
"Yes. A little."
"Sure, and I'm delighted." Her glance was approving. "How far is it to Firenze?"
"Firenze?" Arturo's hand fanned the air. "Oh, many, many kilometri."
"That's what I was afraid of." She expelled a gust of air. Her bare shoulders drooped dejectedly. "I had the feeling I'd gotten on the wrong road."
"Si," Arturo answered. He wasn't sure he'd under. stood her correctly. His glance moved over her body, savouring the dark tan of her smooth skin. He guessed her to be three or four years younger than he, but she was as fully developed as any woman. Her body was slim and willowy. Her legs were good and sexy. At the crotch of her shorts he caught sight of a few strands of red hair, resembling fingers of flames.
He grinned at her. "No Firenze today. Tomorrow si."
"Oh, that's too bad," she said. "Can I sleep here tonight?" She pointed at the spot she'd been lying There was a small bedroll near the base of a grape vine.
"I don't understand," Arturo said.
"Sleep, sleep." She put the palms of her hand! together, and then put her cheek on the back of one hand, as though it were a pillow. "Sleep. Capito?"
"Ah, si!" He went over and picked up the bedroll "You sleep -- with me."
"No, no!" She grabbed the bedroll and tried to pull it from his grasp. "Give me that!"
"Momento!" He ripped the bedroll from her grip "I -- no speak English good. You sleep -- how you say -- here on the Villa Fiore."
"Oh, bless you! I thought you were planning to rape me, and I'll have none of that!"
"Come. You come with me."
She glanced apprehensively about for a couple of moments. Then she began to walk with him to the Fiat. He tossed the bedroll into the back seat. After she'd gotten in and slammed the door shut Arturo tamed the car around.
"My name is Tessie. Tessie O'Toole. And that's pure Irish."
"Arturo -- my name."
"I like the sound of that. Arturo. Arturo." She seemed to be rolling the name over her tongue. Then she stared intently out of the lowered window of the car. "Do your parents own all these grapes?"
"No."
In slow and halting English he tried to explain to her that he worked for Josef Bora, and his signora. Five years ago, at the age of fifteen, Josef had met Arturo while the latter had been tending sheep in the Biella area. Josef had some land nearby, and Josef had offered Arturo a job. Because it was an opportunity for Arturo to get away from the sheep, which he detested, he'd gone to work for Josef. And then about a year ago Josef bad married Anna Torelli. When Josef went to the Villa Fiore, he'd brought Arturo with him.
"That's very nice," Tessie finally said. She continued to look out the window.
Arturo had parked at the edge of an olive grove Here and there the ground was dappled with the sunlight that came through the branches, but the entire grove was cool and peaceful. He took her bedroll and got out of the car.
"Here," he said. "You sleep tonight. Very nice. Very cool."
It was also very deserted Tessie found as the followed him into the grove. While they'd been driving Arturo had pointed out the villa to her. She guessed that it was now about a half a kilometre away. "It's very nice, Arturo."
"Si!" He'd picked out one of the larger trees and he dropped the bedroll onto the smooth soft ground. "I'm happy -- you like." Before she could answer he added, "I bring food, and wine. For you." He flashed his warm smile.
It dispelled all of Tessie's apprehensions about him and the seclusion of the olive grove. Arturo was such a nice chap, so helpful and polite. "Well, I am a bit hungry."
"Si, si. I bring. You rest now. Sleep. I come back soon. We talk some more."
"You won't forget to come back, will you?"
"No, no! I no forget. I come back. You wait" He smiled at her again and then walked to the car.
Now as he began to drive back to the villa, he found himself beginning to relax. It wasn't easy, trying to talk to someone in a foreign language. Especially when you didn't know it too well and you had to concentrate on every word and phrase. He hoped she wouldn't leave before he got back. He could tell that she was nervous about sleeping out in the olive grove that night, but with a little food and wine he was certain that she would relax and enjoy his hospitality. With his mind no longer involved with picking out the words that he needed to talk to her, he began to recall specific things about her which had excited him.
The hard, round breasts, snuggled in the skimpy halter, had not been as tanned as the rest of her body. Several times he'd noticed that they were pink and cone-shaped, reminding him of huge, juicy strawberries. But the thing that had aroused him the most had been the red tendrils which continually peeked out of the crotch of her shorts. Arturo whistled softly as he felt the hot fires clotting his groin. After he'd gathered up some food and wine he'd hurry back to her.
But Concetta was waiting for him as, he parked near the villa. Concetta was in her sixties, but her body was lean and erect. She'd been employed at the Villa Fiore when Anna had been born, and she'd probably live another sixty years. Quickly she told Arturo what had to be done. The Signora insisted that the letter she'd written had to be posted in Asti tonight. Therefore Arturo had to drive into Asti and mail the letter. Arturo knew it was useless to protest. He took the letter and jumped into the car, and then as he sped towards Asti, he shook his head. More and more it began to appear that the signora was in charge of the villa. Not Josef, the way it should be.
It was sundown by the time Arturo got back to the villa. He saw immediately that Josef had not returned because the Alfa was not parked in its usual spot. Arturo heard the Signora and Concetta talking inside the villa.
Josef had entrusted Arturo with a key to the store room which was near the wine sheds. Arturo unlocked the door and slipped into the room's cool interior. After he'd selected a bolt of choice salami he came out again and relocked the door. Then he slipped into the wine cellar and slipped two bottles of Josef's select spumante into a sack Minutes later he was hurrying towards the olive grove.
He stopped abruptly when he failed to see Tessie under the tree he'd selected. His head swung slowly from side to side, his glance peering into the gathering dusk When he was on. the verge of believing Tessie had departed, he caught sight of her, to his right and more in the center of the grove. She'd been stretched out on her blanket. She jumped to her feet the second she caught sight of him.
"Arturo!" she called. "Over here."
"Buona serra," he greeted, walking towards her. "How are you?"
"I thought you'd deserted me, Arturo."
He noticed she'd combed her hair. It appeared darker now, and it swirled silkily around her shoulders. She'd exchanged her skimpy halter for a short green blouse, slightly wrinkled because it must have been rolled up in the blanket.
She pointed at the bag he was carrying. "What's that?'
"Fame?" He knelt down and began to take out the salami and the spumante bottles. He was delighted to find that the bottles were still cool against his fingers.
"I'm starved, Arturo."
"We eat." He ignored the salami and tore the cork out of the bottle. The white wine bubbled down the neck of the bottle, sprinkling his hand with clear and effervescent bubbles.
He handed the bottle to her. "Salute, Tessie."
"What is this -- champagne?"
"Spumante. The best. The best from Villa Fiore."
Tessie raised the bottle to her lips and drank thirstily. Then she brought it down again some of the wine splashed out of the neck of the bottle. She rubbed the tickle on her upper lip. "Sure, and it doesn't taste like Irish whiskey."
She offered the bottle to him and he took a drink, enjoying the way it tingled his tongue and moved around in his stomach. He passed the bottle back to her. "Encore?"
"It's good," Tessie said.
"Si. Very good. "Privato."
"Private stock, Arturo? No wonder it's delicious." Again she tilted up the bottle and drank thirstily.
Arturo leaned back on her blanket. In the lowering darkness he was barely able to see her adam's apple bobbing up and down as she drank. The front of her blouse was taut, outlining the profile of her hard, round breasts.
"I was really thirsty, Arturo. I guess you don't drink much water in Italy."
"No. Is bad."
She kept her hand curled around the neck of the bottle while she kept it between her thighs. "That's what I was told. That's why I didn't drink much water today. Do you like Irish whiskey?" She thrust the bottle at him. "Excuse me, have some more."
"It's all right." He held up his hand, like a policeman stopping traffic. "You drink. I open another bottle."
The moment he'd opened it he touched it to her bottle. "Salute."
"Cheers, Arturo."
He drank from his bottle, and he was delighted to see that she was drinking more from her bottle. The spumante was surging through him now, heating up his skin and hardening his cock. Because the spumante was the best in the villa it was full of body and powerful. Not too sweet but very dominating. He gazed at her, recalling that she'd reminded him of a boy at the first glance. Now she appeared very rounded and soft and feminine. He wriggled closer to her and flicked an imaginary leaf off her shoulder.
"What was that, Arturo?"
"A --" He pointed up at the tree and tried to think of the English word for leaf. He grinned at her. "Nothing."
She leaned backwards, supporting her weight on her left elbow. The right hand continued to grasp the neck of the bottle. "You know you had me worried, Arturo. I didn't think you were ever coming back."
"Is all right." He grinned at her and flicked another imaginary leaf from her soft shoulder.
"You know, I don't think you understand me, Arturo. But it doesn't matter. This is such a nice place. Remote, and all. It's like another world." She paused to drink again from the bottle. "May I say that this doesn't taste at all like Irish whiskey? It's more like champagne."
"Spumante --" Arturo said softly, "is the wine of love. It makes you warm inside, and outside."
Tessie exhaled through pursed lips. "Sure, and it's like a fire inside of me. But it tastes better than Irish whiskey going down. Smoother." She tipped up the bottle. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand she added, "And like you said, it warms my skin."
Arturo's hand went back to. her shoulder. This time his hand gripped it lightly. Under his fingertips and through the Material of her blouse he felt her skin, hot and soft.
"It is very hot -- the weather." He sat up, unknotted the bottom of his shirt and took it off.
"I wish I could do the same," Tessie said.
"You can. Please." He saw that she hesitated. He put aside his bottle, being careful so that it wouldn't fall over. "I help you."
"Arturo -- you're a very nice Italian. And I like you. But do you think I should take off my blouse?"
"Si," he assured her softly.
His fingers plucked at the buttons that held the front of her blouse together. After he'd opened them he gently pushed the blouse backward, off her bare shoulders. He was delighted that she didn't resist him and that she continued to hold onto her bottle. Slowly he slid his hand down the front of her bareness and let his palm rest on her right breast. It was a hard cone that pulsed hotly against his hand. He felt his cock hardening and swelling under his fly.
"That feels much better," she murmured. "Frankly, I was getting very warm. Does it cool off at night around here, Arturo?"
"Si." He didn't understand her and he didn't care what she was saying because her tits were bursting strawberry cones in his hands. He waited patiently while she took another drink. She lurched backwards and settled her bare shoulders onto the blanket
She giggled. "Tessie -- you've been trapped!"
"Si, si." Arturo lowered against her and let his hand slide down the front of her heaving stomach. His fingertips felt the waistband of her shorts. He fumbled, found the zipper tab and pulled it down. She was talking continuously but he was unable to understand what she was saying. It didn't matter. He pulled down on her shorts and she cooperated by raising her buttocks. He pulled the shorts down her legs and threw them aside.
"Sure, and I'm on fire," Tessie purred. "May the saints come in and cool me off."
Arturo's hand slid between her hot, damp thighs. They began to part and he firmed his hand against her hot, red-fringed cunt. While he rubbed and stroked it gently his middle finger probed at the slippery cleft. He lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue around the stiff, fiery nipple.
"Arturo!" She writhed and half-heartedly tried to shove him away. She set her bottle aside.
"Tessie." He mumbled her name and then opened his mouth. Now her nipple throbbed against the roof of his mouth while he sucked the end of her luscious tit and let his teeth dig into- the taut and heated mound.
"That spumante sure as hell didn't taste like Irish whiskey -- and I don't know what happened."
Arturo's finger slipped into her hot and slippery hole. He felt her rock and shift her buttocks. The movement rubbed the walls of her cuntal sheath against his probing finger. Saliva gushed into his mouth and lubricated the end of her tit so that it was slippery.
"Arturo," she protested huskily, "what did you put into that spumante?"
"Nothing," he replied. Reluctantly he took his hand away from her box. His hand flashed to his fly and ripped it open, then unfastened the waistband of his slacks. His cock jumped out and quivered rigidly. His hand returned to her cunt as he leaned across her and sucked at her left tit.
His crotch became clotted with a mass of juices, pressuring and boiling, on the verge of an eruption. His desire had been building up the last few. weeks. This morning, with Anna, his cock had been on the point of bursting. When she'd rejected him he'd found a temporary respite, but now the desire and pressure was worse than ever.
"Arturo!" She called out his name as he slid in between her forked legs. Then she sucked in her breath as she felt the hot knob of his cock probing at her pussy. Her skin was sheathed with flames and her pussy pulsed and ached for the touch of his hardness, but she continued to squirm under his weight.
"No," she protested weakly.
He was talking fast and softly in Italian now, telling her she had wonderful tits and nipples and that her cunt was the hottest and the best in the world. His mouth was glued to her pink, throbbing nipple. He drew on it savagely while his aching, rigid cock probed at her cunt.
The ground began to shift under Tessie's back. She pitched erratically as she felt the fierce and overpowering grip of her desire. But at the same time there was a violent conflict within her. She waited the fury of his big, hot cock, but at the same time she found herself rejecting Arturo. The effects of the spumante made her head whirl. The spumante attempted to unlock the pleasure of her body while the other force tightened her muscles and demanded that she reject the invader.
"No, Arturo! Not"
Savagely she bucked and her young strong body dumped him off the top of her.
But it wasn't Arturo that she'd rejected.
With her eyes clenched shut she could see the figure of her stepfather sprawled on top of her young, frail body, years ago. His whiskey-scented breath clogged her nostrils while his heavy body mauled hers. The ugly, dripping shaft dribbled hot liquid on her while it probed at her virginal pussy.
"Get away from met" she screamed now. Her legs slammed together. Her thighs pressed tightly together because her feet were locked at the ankles.
Arturo, on his knees, remained crouched over her. His nostrils flared as the wild and painful violence of his passion drummed in his groin. It was impossible to postpone the ultimate satisfaction of his come.
He firmed his fingers around his swollen and sensitive cock. Viciously he stroked it, pumping the skin rapidly back and forth. The powerful force of his passion ripped through his staff and exploded. Out of the end of his flared and tight crown the sperm spurted in a series of powerful bursts.
His come was like the fireworks that they had on a holiday in the village, in Asti, in Milan, everywhere. Sparkling, jetting rockets of juice shot into the air, and then curved downward to splatter Tessie's face, tits, belly and thighs.
Four
Josef Bora's swollen cock throbbed spasmodically within the confines of his slacks as he unlocked the door and allowed Erika to precede him into the hotel room. During the short drive from Portofino the little German bitch's hand had continually mauled his crotch. He'd been unable to touch her even once because the narrow road to Santa Margerita was also very winding. And with all the evening traffic he'd required both hands on the steering wheel at all times.
She entered the room ahead. of him. He licked his lips and savoured the sight of her rounded cheeks, rolling sensually under the short, tight skirt. The night before he'd thought Dina had been as hot and horny as any girl could get, but this little blonde was even hotter than Dina.
Erika threw out her arms as she whirled around "It is a beautiful room, Josef!"
He shrugged out of his suit coat. "It was the only one in the hotel," he rasped. "Many tourists."
"It is summer, ja?" Erika's voice rippled with excitement. "Let me help you with your tie."
He flung the coat aside, not caring where it landed. His hands cupped her rounded hips and then slid up her hanks. She began to loosen his tie. He felt the soft, naked skin through her thin peasant blouse. Standing near him, he became acutely aware of her body heat.
His right hand slid down the front of her. His groping fingers pressured against her crotch, and under the material of her skirt he felt the outline of her cunt. It was soft and rounded like a bird huddled between her thighs. Its heat permeated her skirt and warmed his palm.
Erika pulled loose his tie and stepped slowly away from him. "Now you finish with your clothes, Josef "Mach schnell!"
She began to slip out of her blouse, and she laughed huskily as she caught sight of Josef tearing off his clothes. The touch of his searching fingers had increased the hunger that simmered between her thighs. Fondling the hard knot in his crotch on the short drive from Portofino had filled her aching pussy with moisture. And now his brief touch had turned her passion into lust. She wriggled out of her skirt and discovered that the insides of her thighs were damp.
Josef panted open-mouthed and noted that only two items of her clothing fluttered to the floor. He lacked impatiently at the trousers around his ankles while Erika awaited naked nearby. Her hair was several shades. lighter than her golden-hued body. Her tits were round and the size of grapefruit. The nipples were stiff and scarlet, long and cylindrical. with a tortured moan her right hand smothered the thicket of yellow hair between her thighs.
Her fingers glistened with wetness as she brought up her hand again. Grinning lewdly at him she
rubbed her cuntal honey onto one nipple, then the other. "Komm, Josef!"
Then she flopped onto the bed and rolled onto her back.
Free of his clothes now, Josef moved toward .the bed. His stiff, aching cock stuck out in front of him, rigid and gnarled as a tree branch. Its flared and swollen head was dark, as though he'd dunked it into a vat of red wine. Its color was in sharp contrast to the creamy liquid that seeped out of its taut opening.
"Komm, Joseel" Erika urged. She pulled up her knees so that the sole of her feet were planted on the bedspread. Then she spread her legs. Her hands slid between her thighs to pull apart the swollen folds of her cunt so that he could see the red and glistening interior.
"Si, Erika." His voice was loud and gravely. He lurched forward and fell between her forked legs.
His mouth captured her left nipple. As he probed with his cock, he sank his teeth into the swollen tit and pulled the throbbing nipple into his mouth. The slippery cylinder rolled across his tongue. Recalling that she'd coated it with the juice from her cunt increased the heat and urgency in his groin. The head of his oozing cock bumped the center of her hot and spasming cunt.
"Waaaaagh!" His roar was loud and he drove his cock into her. He realized they must have heard it all the way to Portofino, but it didn't matter. He'd paid the hotel manager plenty just to get this room.
And now his cock was sheathed all the way inside of her cunt with his balls smashed against the crack of her ass. His sack bounced against the moist anal crevice each time she bucked and slammed her pelvis against his.
"Josef!" she cried out. "Komm! Komm!"
Gott, what was the matter with this man, Erika wondered. When he'd driven that long, thick pole into her, a shaft of ecstasy had crackled through her, to prickle her scalp. But now he was content to merely hold it inside of her. Her pelvis and cuntal channel screamed for the rough and violent thrusts. She continued to bounce and hammer her pelvis, aching to feel the brutal plunging of his staff.
Josef's mouth was glued to her other nipple. He chewed on the stiff cylinder, savouring the sticky and musky cuntal juice that she'd smeared on it. It reminded him of the exotic tang and scent of tartuffi. Immediately his cock head flared larger and then the semen belched out the end of his staff while the scent of truffles tingled in his nostrils.
"Ach -- verdammter --" Erika wailed as her fists beat a tattoo of frustration against his hairy shoulders. "No!"
"Si," Josef answered breathlessly. He rolled off the top of her and flopped onto his back.
Erika sat up and shoved the strands of hair away from the side of her face. Josef's eyes were closed. His hairy chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her glance traveled downward, across her stomach, to the crimson and sticky rope of meat looped between his thighs.
Josef's groin continued to quiver, still savouring the rapturous sensations of his come. It had happened quickly, he knew, but he'd been powerless to do nothing more than to leave his cock sheathed inside of her while he sucked her exotic tasting nipples. The next time he'd really be able to fuck her good. Just as soon as it got hard again.
He kept his eyes closed, then moaned happily as he felt her fingers encircle his limp, slippery cock. An instant later it seemed as though a million fingers lightly caressed the insides of his thighs. He spread his legs to accommodate the new sensation and opened his eyes.
Erika was crouched on her knees beside him with her butt slightly elevated. The strands of her yellow hair tickled his thighs while her tongue lapped the juice clinging to the base of his staff.
"Erika," he muttered in his gravely voice, trying to tell her how much he appreciated her efforts to get him hard again. His hand rode down her back. Briefly his fingers squeezed the rounded globes of her ass cheeks before he slipped his hand into the crack of her ass. He felt the moist anal opening. While he flicked it with his fingernail he felt her immediate reaction.
Her tongue was now lapping vigorously, its roughness slurping up the juice that coated his cock. Like a cat she continued to clean it, starting at the base and slowly moving upward. He shoved his hand downward and felt the wet, pulsating core of her cunt. He slid a fingertip into the slippery opening, then a second finger. Immediately her pelvis began to quiver, and he became aware of a gush of honey enveloping his probing fingers.
"Erika!" He lurched against her and rolled onto his side.
"Ja, Josef!" She settled onto her side so that she faced him. With her cheek resting on the top of his thigh, her hot tongue flickered and stabbed at the sensitive groove under the head of his cock. Josef squirmed ecstatically. He brought his honey-coated hand to his mouth and sucked her delicious cuntal juices from his fingertips.
Immediately the same exquisite and exotic scent of her cunt clogged his nostrils and tingled the surface of his tongue. His cock leaped erect as though it had been jerked by a string. Erika's ravenous mouth suctioned around the end of his rigid cock. His arm hooked around her waist and pulled her body toward him.
Directly in front of his face he saw a pair of golden thighs, firm, luscious and horizontal. At their juncture was the tuft of yellow pubic hair, darker now because of the wetness that had flattened the tendrils. The exciting and musky scent from her cunt infused his body with a voracious hunger.
His upper arm pulled her toward him. Burrowing his mouth into her cunt he felt her thigh move up to rest on his temple while her mouth enveloped more of his cock. And then he licked and sucked ravenously while her head bobbed up and down on the quivering staff. He felt her teeth scraping the sensitive skin of his tool while he corkscrewed his tongue in and out of her cleft and gobbled the musky juices.
Erika squirmed erratically with each twirling thrust of his tongue. Her jaws were pulled wide apart and her jaw muscles ached as she sucked his staff. The verdammter Italiener had a fantastic big one, even though it had exploded prematurely inside of her. Now she didn't want to suck him too long. She didn't want him to come again, not in her mouth, because she wanted to feel that big schwanz jettison its semen inside of her well.
His cock swelled and throbbed rhythmically inside of her mouth. She raised her head and let the head of his cock slip from between her lips. Gott, he was licking her like a madman! For several seconds she closed her eyes and savored the quick and rapturous rise of her ecstasy. She began to quiver, always the first sign of rising towards a fantastic orgasm. She had to have that big cock inside of her!
"Now, Josef! You do it again!" She squirmed away from him and sprawled out on the bed.
Josef's cock was hard and it ached as badly as it had when he'd walked to the bed. Panting huskily he slid on top of her hot, fidgeting body. The head of his saliva-coated cock burgeoned into her flaming cleft. This time he shoved it in slowly, letting the crest of his cock split the cuntal vat of honey while his staff shoved apart the spasming walls of her channel.
"Ja, ja!" Erika gurgled joyfully.
Tremors of rapture crackled through her body from her scalp to her toes and briefly left her rigidly motionless. His hot cock imbedded within her felt like a glowing, fireside log. She became aware that her pelvis had begun to roll and bounce, inviting the hard and brutal thrusts that would drive her to a climactic peak.
"Komm, Joseph!"
Josef pulled back his buttocks and drove his cock into her again. He laughed gutturally as he beard her teeth click together, followed by her lustful shriek. If that's what she wanted -- a rough and violent pumping -- he'd give it to her. He continued to hammer his pelvis rapidly against hers while his hands mauled her hot tits. His fingernails dug into the hard globes, trying to hang onto her so that he wouldn't hump her across the bed and onto the floor.
He was the master now, he knew, because she was whimpering and babbling incoherently. The urgent bumping of her pelvis became erratic. Her cuntal sheath had become a slippery bellows that milked his cock. Suddenly she squirmed and wriggled helplessly as she climaxed and inundated his plunging cock with a gush of fresh juice. Si, he was the master now. The sensations that churned in his groin were exquisite but he was a long way from another orgasm.
Erika hooked her heels around the backs of his hairy legs, content to let him drive that monstrous pole in and out of her. Her body was on fire, quivering and shaking with the ecstasy of each brutal thrust The flared end of his cock socked into her guts and drove the breath out of her lungs. She felt another spine-tingling wrench of rapture as she climaxed a second time. And still his cock remained as stiff and as strong as ever.
Josef glared down at the little blonde's face. Her eyes were closed and her teeth were clenched. Now he no longer wanted to remain the master of the situation, to pump her for the rest of the night, to give her the exquisite pleasure of a dozen comes. Not without feeling and experiencing that same sensation himself. What did it take to come a second time? Viciously he shuttled his straining cock in and out of her sheath, driving for an ecstatic finale.
In order to get a longer stroke he pulled back a bit further. His cock slipped out of her because he'd withdrawn it an inch or so too far. His balls ached for release, and his cock quivered, impatient as a high-spirited steed to drive for the finish and the prize.
"So gut," Erika murmured. "Sehr gut." Her arms flopped listlessly onto the bedspread. Her body became limp.
Did she expect him to stop now?
Josef roared as he swore at her in Italian, He stared down at her crotch. A string of cream seeped out of her cleft. The swollen folds of her cunt were dark red and parted, as though damaged and ravaged by his ferocity. He slid backward on his knees toward the edge of the bed. His hands trailed along the outline of her thighs. Maybe sucking the juice that flowed from her cunt would again remind him of truffles and make him come.
She shifted and her thighs came together. Then she sighed and rolled onto her stomach.
"No!" Josef roared.
Anger and frustration whipped his hand forward, and it slapped the right cheek of her golden ass. The sound of his fingers stinging her buttock was loud in the hotel room. It was followed by a second vicious slap. Josef saw the slowly reddening streaks appearing on her buttocks.
He'd seen her body jerk as she reacted to each slap but she remained sprawled out on her stomach. "Don't spank me, Josef."
"You are only a child!"
"But do not spank met"
Again he stung her left buttock and then the right one in quick succession. The rounded globes were slowly turning from pink to crimson.
"Am I a bad girl, Josef?" Erika began to rock back and forth on her stomach.
"Si!"
After he'd slapped her several times again he cupped his big hands over the hot, quivering mounds and dug his fingernails into the tender and burning skin. While he mauled her cheeks he heard her whimpering. It wasn't the sound of her being in pain, but rather sounds of passion. They resembled the way she'd responded when he'd driven his cock in and out of her minutes ago.
Watching his hands shoving her asscheeks together and pulling them apart, he caught sight of his cock. It was far more rigid than when it had slipped out of her cunt. Before it had merely stuck out straight. Now it throbbed at a more acute angle, the flared and aching knob only inches from his hairy belly.
He didn't know whether the spanking had caused the fantastic reaction, or because he'd been looking down at the pink rosebud in the glistening anal crevice. Viciously he pulled apart her red-striped asscheeks. Holding the round globes tightly he was able to watch the pink puckered opening. It came alive as he watched. The tight little ring spasmed in slow rhythm, almost winking seductively.
The buttocks pressured against his hands as Erika struggled to her knees. "Was ist, Josef?" she purred. As he knelt on the bed between her hot thighs he found himself shaking almost as badly as she'd quivered before he'd started fucking her. His arms looped around her waist. One hand caressed her heaving belly. The other one slipped downward. His fingertips mauled the wet tendrils of her pubic hair before sliding into the hot, clotted cleft.
"I was a very bad girl, Josef?"
"Si. Very bad. Very." Now that he'd swirled his fingers in her slot and gotten them coated with her juice he pulled his hand back again. Lightly he began to smear the liquid into her tight anal crevice, concentrating on the hot puckered opening.
Erika sucked in her breath and shuddered After a second she murmured, "Nosh einmal, Josef? How do you say it -- once again?"
"Encore!"
"Ja --!"
And then the rest of what she meant to say had been choked off. Josef had guided the knob of his
inflamed cock into her anal crevice and jammed it against the pink, spasming rosebud.
The firmness of her asscheeks against the sides of his cock felt so exquisite that it cored his cock with steel. He felt her fidgeting, trying to get away from him, but his hands became steel clamps that gripped her hips and held her in front of him.
"No, Josef," she whimpered.
"Si!"
He experienced a twinge of pain as the flared head of his cock bludgeoned into the tiny opening. He gripped and held her tightly, and then shoved his hips forward. Beautiful tremors of ecstasy rippled through his loins as the ballooned end of his cock burrowed into her. It forced aside the tight ring of the opening, and then shoved apart the constraining muscles as it bore into her.
He roared lustily, like an enraged elephant, shaking with passion because the tight, hot ring of her orifice was now clamped around the channel behind the head of his cock. Now he was going to come!
He knew it the moment he grunted and began to wedge his quivering, rigid cock into the tight and constricting channel. He knew he could have fucked her cunt all night and probably never climax, but this was different.
Erika's cheeks were still wet from the tears that had trickled down her face from the first powerful and painful thrust. But now she had braced herself, finding the rapturous sensations erasing the pain and filling her with a wondrous ecstasy.
"Ja, Josef!" she panted. "Ja - ja - ja -"
Again the rest of her words were cut off as he pushed his hips forward and sheathed more of his cock in the tightness of her anal sheath.
Erratically his hands ripped at her tits. They stroked her stomach, and then took turns delving into the hot, seeping wetness of her cunt. His fingertips became coated with her honey. He smeared it over her belly and thighs while he rocked back and forth on has knees, sending his cock in and out of that gripping channel.
The ecstasy heated up his balls and made his staff quiver. Already he felt the rush of a magnificent come. The ass cheeks he'd whacked minutes ago were now pressed against his groin, burning and fidgeting against his sensitive skin.
He jolted his hips and rammed his cock deeper into her. Immediately the fierce and wonderful sensations of his orgasm became streaks of lightning in his crotch. He shoved three fingers into her cent. He felt her shudder and drench them with juice, and then he became rigid and let the squirting semen pummel the depths of her bowels.
Minutes later he moved backwards on his knees and his cock slipped out of her. He felt wonderfully weak and completely satisfied. Erika collapsed. On her stomach she lay motionless as he stepped away from the bed and went into the bathroom.
He bathed quickly but he took his time towelling dry. More than once his glance went down to his groin. While he towel dried the area around his privates, he found himself thinking about the last couple of days.
He'd spent last night with Dina, the model with the shaved cunt in Milano. A phone call this morning had taken him to Genova, to make arrangements to ship the wine and spumante this Fall. Finished with his work he'd driven to Portofino. There he'd met Erika, and immediately he'd known that she was ready and willing to go to bed with him. After a leisurely dinner they'd gotten into his car and driven to Santa Margerita where he'd already gotten a room at a hotel.
When he booked the room he hadn't known that he would meet Erika, but bed booked it, knowing that he wouldn't go back to the Villa Fiore that night.
Josef stared thoughtfully down at his crotch now. Idly he stroked his cock, moving the skin back and forth on it, while he thought about his wife, Anna. It came as a surprise, finding that he was thinking about Anna when he could have been thinking about Dina, or Erika in the next room. Another surprise was that he found his cock beginning to erect. Anna. Merely thinking about Anna had done it. Now there was a woman. The two girls were only children, really. They were young enough to be his daughters. His thoughts lingered on their young, vibrant bodies. Hot and lusty. Horny and aflame with the fires of youth. And yet he'd been able to satisfy both of them.
Josef grinned proudly at his hardening cock. The nights with Dina and Erika had proved something to him. Now he knew. It wasn't his fault that Anna didn't enjoy the cock and virility that he possessed. Even though things were not right between them, he wanted to get back to Anna.
Suddenly he wanted nothing more than to get back to the Villa Fiore. And to Anna, to watch her as she combed out her long, black hair, got undressed, and slipped into bed with him.
Josef nodded with approval as he watched his erecting cock. It turned darker, stiffened, and rose up to a magnificent angle near his belly.
Tomorrow morning he would go home to Anna.
He whirled around as he heard the bathroom door opening. Framed in the doorway was Erika. In the light she was a sexy, golden goddess. Her tits were hard and swollen, the nipples taut and crimson. Between the shapely thighs snuggled the yellow-fringed cunt.
While his glance moved over her lush and seductive body she concentrated on his erection. The pink tongue stabbed at her red, swollen lips.
"Ein Mann!" Her purr was complimentary as she came towards him. Her hand squeezed his hardness. "You are a real man, Josef!"
He wanted to put his arms around her, to pull her forward and devour her tits. He wanted to ram his cock into her cunt again and feel her juice and spasms as he emptied his semen in her belly. But as he looked at Erika he found himself seeing Anna, with the rounded and soft curves, the heavy, swollen breasts, and the black-fringed cunt nestled between her classic thighs.
Erika rubbed her nipples against him. "You do me again, Josef."
"No," he said. "No more. Basta."
"Josef!" Erika complained.
"Is enough."
"Not for me! Encore, ja?"
"No."
She stepped away from him, letting his cock slip out of her grip. "Ein alter," she pouted. "You are an old man, Josef. Now I know."
Josef's face brightened as he looked at her. "You want a young man?" He was already thinking about Arturo. Now there was a young man. With an erection all summer. Arturo would be a perfect match for Erika.
"Ja," Erika replied. "If I can't have you, I want a young man."
"I will give you a young man."
Erika's blue eyes widened as she stared curiously at him. "Ja, I believe you."
"It is done," Josef said. "Tomorrow morning -- you come with me to the Villa Fiore. Va bene?'
Erika shrugged. "It is on my way to Switzerland. Maybe you find me a young man. Then I make love all night."
Josef nodded. He knew it would be all right with Erika. She was like a gypsy, he'd learned soon after he'd met her. With her one small suitcase it mattered not where she went or with whom she spent the night. So let her spend some time with Arturo. He was a good employee.
Now Josef walked by Erika, went into the room and crawled into bed.
Five
Anna Torelli Bora came out of the Villa Fiore. She stood just outside the entrance, in the early morning sunshine, and listened to the. receding sounds of the Fiat as Arturo departed.
Although she'd instructed Arturo to drive into Milano to look for Josef, she knew already that Arturo's mission would be fruitless. In her heart Anna was convinced that no physical harm had come to Josef the last two nights. It was the other thing that bothered her. Josef had to be with another woman. As much as the thought of that possibility concerned Anna, it was the other feeling that bothered her even more.
Last night had been much worse for her than the previous one. A few hours after she'd gone to bed, the heat and restlessness had been so terrible that she'd gotten up and slipped out of her nightgown. For the first time in her life she'd slept naked Sprawled out on top of the bed, the aching in her swollen breasts and the heat between her thighs had invited the touch of her hands. Slowly and sensually her fingers had caressed her breasts, thighs, and pussy, trying to find some fulfillment in her own touch.
She'd awakened, much after midnight, to find her hands caressing the swollen, moist lips of her pussy, trying to drive away the hunger and ache that surged and rolled within her. She forced her hands away from herself and slid out of bed. Naked, and tortured by her longings, she'd silently paced the floor until weariness finally gave her a few hours of sleep.
While Anna had been having her breakfast this morning, Concetta had expressed a wish to visit her ailing sister in Firenze. Anna had immediately granted her permission to leave. She'd directed Coticetta to stay as long as the housekeeper desired. Shortly thereafter Arturo had appeared at the villa. Anna had stalled until Concetta departed, and then Anna immediately dispatched Arturo to Milano to look for Josef.
And now there was no. one at the villa. Except Anna, restless and horny, and becoming hotter as she stood at the villa's entrance. Her skin was so damp and sensitive she'd worn nothing under her dress. It was a simple, black affair, moulded to her lush body, with the hem just at her bare kneecaps. The dress was fastened in the front by a row of white buttons that extended from her neck to her waist. Her heavy, aroused breasts nestled, naked and moist in the tight bodice. Her hard-nubbed nipples pushed against the material, their arousal clearly visible under the cloth. She'd wrapped a dark, red scarf around her long black hair. The ends of the knotted scarf stuck up like two small horns.
Standing in the sunlight she crossed her arms, feeling pleasure from their embrace that pressured against her breasts. The sun's warmth and her quick arousal moistened her vagina and the insides of her thighs. She dropped her arms to her sides as she heard the approaching footsteps.
Her dark eyes smouldered briefly as she watched the young man's arrival. He strode into the yard, looking neither right nor left. Except for the pack on his back he was naked to the waist. He was bareheaded and his blond hair gleamed like a beacon in the sunlight. He apparently hadn't caught sight of her yet, because he went to the bench that sat in the shade of the big tree. He slipped out of his pack and placed it on the wooden bench. Then with his arms akimbo he stood with his back to her and scanned the area.
Anna's pulse quickened as she stared at the young giant. Tall, blond, and broad shouldered, he was a magnificent specimen, a golden wedge, a modern Adonis. Her glance appraised the slim hips and thick thighs. She found herself breathing faster as she slipped the scarf out of her hair. She even leaned forward slightly, in her eagerness to see the front of him. Especially his pelvic area.
Mike knew that she was watching him. He'd felt her glance on him the moment he'd approached the villa's entrance. He'd viewed her only briefly out of the corner of his eye, and the lush and ripe body in the tight black dress had already stirred the heat in his groin.
This was the Asti area with its fucking cunts. Maybe the old man hadn't been full of shit after all.
Slowly Mike turned around, pretending interest in the scenery, until he faced the woman. He noted that she was still standing in the same spot. The large, dark eyes continued to stare at him while her hands now fidgeted nervously, smoothing the dress of her full hips.
"Oh -- buon giorno," he called out. He punctuated the greeting with a grin.
"Boon giorno." Her voice was low, the words smooth as cream.
He rubbed the back of his wrist across his brow. "It's a bit warm this morning -- oh, do you speak English?"
Her face brightened and a smile softened her mouth. "Si -- I speak English -- a little."
"Well, I'm sure glad to hear that" He walked towards her. "Because I don't speak any Italian." He grinned at her while he ran a hand through his mop of blond hair. "No Italian whatsoever in the Morgan family."
"Come?" she asked, the quick frown revealing her puzzlement.
He stopped in front of her. Brazenly he let his glance move over her curved and lush body. She was really something! He couldn't miss the hard and aroused nipples pushing against the front of her bodice, the color in her cheeks, and the hot look in her eyes. He felt the heat churning in his crotch. His cock had stiffened abruptly. It surprised him because she wasn't young. Not as young as the other chicks he'd met since he'd been traveling through Europe. She was about thirty years old, he estimated, but her body reeked sex. Even without moving she radiated lust and excitement that reminded him of all the Italian actresses he'd ever seen in the movies.
Goddamn! The old man hadn't been bullshitting him one bit about the women in the Asti area.
He asked, "How far to Asti?"
Her right hand made a number of erratic flourishes in the air. "Many kilometri. You go to Asti?"
He nodded, then swept his right hand across the golden curls on his chest to wipe away the perspiration. "Yes. But I'm in no hurry."
"You are very warm?"
"I'm hotter than a pist -- " He grinned at her. "Signora?"
She flushed and shook her head. "Signora. Signora Anna Torelli Bora."
"That means you're married."
"Come?"
"Married." He pointed at the wedding band on her finger. "You have a husband?"
"Si. Josef.'
Mike glanced about. "Where is Josef?" Then he watched her closely and waited for her reply.
He saw the quick frown. She shrugged. "Josef is not here."
"Yeah." Mike nodded judiciously. "I know what you mean. Out working, making a lira. You've got to make it when you can."
"You like some wine?" she asked. "Is very good. Wine is very good to drink."
"Grazie, Signora. I wouldn't mind a sip of the gape."
"You come," she said.
He watched her as she turned and headed for the entrance to the villa. Her voluptuous hips swayed lazily as she moved away from him. Her bare feet kicked up tiny puffs of dust that swirled around slender ankles.
Inside the villa it was very cool. He stood just inside the entrance, delighted to merely watch her. She went to a cupboard and brought out a flask of wine. As she stood on tiptoe and took two glasses off a shelf, the muscles rippled in her slender calves. Her legs were almost perfect, supple, and covered with a dark trim of hair.
Mike shook his head in disbelief. This was another thing the old man had told him about the cunt in Italy, especially around Asti. The women never shaved their legs, or their armpits. Goddamn, when you found a sexy Italian broad you could count on it -- hair on her cunt, legs, and under her arms.
Mike suddenly felt a new and wonderful relationship with his old man. He'd certainly told the truth about the Asti women.
"We grown wine here," Anna explained now, pouring from the flask. "Very good wine. Spumante, too. But I pour the red wine for you. Is good. Very good to drink, when hot." She extended the glass of wine.
"Grazie."
She took her glass and spoke a couple of sentences in Italian. Mike grinned at her and shook his head. "I don't understand."
"I say," she spoke carefully, "that I wish you the very best of health, and I hope you have a wonderful time in Italia -- my country."
"Well, thank you." Mike moved forward and clinked the heavy glass to hers. "Thank you, Signora." "Anna."
"Well -- here's to Anna." Then he raised the glass to his lips and drained it in a couple of gulps.
He felt the wine streaming down his throat. A moment later it had landed in his stomach. Immediately its delicious warmth radiated out from his midriff and spread quickly through his limbs. He put the empty glass on the kitchen's marble top.
"That was delicious, Anna." "I am glad you like."
"Oh, I do."
At UCLA he'd been accustomed to drinking the wine they sold in the local liquor stores or supermarkets. The wine he'd just drunk had jolted him more than all the other wines put together. Jesus, it warmed his guts, his arms and legs, and it had clotted heat in his balls. His cock strummed against his fly, impatient to get out. A real powerhouse.
He couldn't believe that it had been solely as a result of the wine. It had to be because he was here in the villa with this gorgeous, sexy, Italian broad, with the big tits ready to bust out of her dress, and the fact that she'd quickly revealed that her husband was not about. What the hell kind of a husband could he be, not being around the villa to jump into the sack with a horny broad like this? Mike, stared openly at Anna and tried to imagine what she looked like without her black dress, naked and lush and squirming under his body.
Anna asked, 'You like some more wine?"
"Si. I was very thirsty."
"Wine is good for the blood."
"Yeah." Especially when the blood's in a stiff cock. "Very good." He watched as she poured more wine into his glass. He also watched the way her tits pressured against the front of her dress. A film of perspiration appeared on her upper lip.
He thought about the young cunts he d fucked since he'd begun his tour of Europe. They'd been hot, and they'd been horny, but even with their supple, sexy bodies, none of them had been able to match the pleasures that Anna's body promised. His hand firmed around her wrist as she extended the glass of wine to him.
"You are very beautiful, Anna."
"Grazie. She pulled her head back, and her glance locked with his. Her eyes were misty, the murky depths smouldering with her wanting. Her lips were like the petals of a flower, slightly parted to reveal the tip of her pink tongue resting inside her mouth.
It was cool in the kitchen, and very quiet. Outside the bees hummed drowsily in the sunshine, but the throbbing of his blood sounded loud in his ears. She hadn't pulled her hand away from him. She continued to let him hold her wrist while her eyes stared hotly into his.
Gently he took the glass of wine from her hand while his body tingled with keen anticipation. Through his brain whispered the things his old man had told him about the women in the Asti area, their heat, passion, and his cock was now jammed against the confines of his trousers.
He set the glass of wine onto the table top, then his glance stared at the straining set of tits under the black dress. Even before he extended his hand and groped for the buttons he visualized the way her tits would jump out of the bodice the moment he'd opened her dress. And then his hands were at the front of her, slowly opening the white buttons.
The first button came undone, then the next one. As he worked his way downward, the heat of her body burned his fingers each time his knuckles made contact with her naked skin. Slowly he opened the front of her dress. The last button was just below the valley of her breasts. He unfastened it. The material of her black dress sprung apart, revealing the inner mounds of huge tits and the glistening valley between.
Anna. asked, "What you do?"
"Don't you like it?'
The tip of her tongue moistened red, parted lips. She answered softly in Italian. He didn't understand her, but she didn't resist. His right hand slipped into the front of her bodice.
His fingers slid over the top of her swollen tit, then he shoved his hand downward until he was able to scoop it up in his hand. The hot, hard nipple dug into his palm while he squeezed the hot, full roundness of her tit. Fire crackled in her eyes. It was delightful and delicious, holding her hot and heavy tit in his hand, but another button was cutting into his wrist and restricting the movements of his hand.
He withdrew his hand. While he unfastened the last button at the front of her dress with one hand, the other one massaged and squeezed the big tit still snuggled in the front of her dress. Finally her dress was open to the waist., He shoved the folds of her dress off her shoulders and saw the naked tits pop into view. Big and round they perched on her chest, the nipples hard and dark as olives.
Jesus, he thought, this is too goad to be cruel And then he had the wild desire to see her completely undressed. He wanted to see her naked body, lush and hot, with the big tits inviting his touch, as well as the naked thighs and the pelvis stocked with pleasure. His hand groped at her crotch. Through the material of her dress he felt her cunt, hot and puffed. She wiggled her hips and closed her eyes.
"Anna!" He gasped. "Help me."
"Si, mi amore." She began to help him with her dress.
He stood entranced as she stripped the dress off her, and then she was poised in front of him, stark naked. Her lush, curvy body glistened with a film of perspiration. Her tits stuck out like a couple of huge funnels and her black-thatched cleft was moist.
Old man, Mike thought, you are something. You are great. I love you, because you are all right. thought you were full of shit, but you're not. I will always remember that you're all right.
Mike's hands covered her hot tits and he squeeze them and mauled them with his fingers. He felt he shudder and heard the quick and excited intakes c her breath. His cock jumped and throbbed in his crotch. Its hardness became a shaft of pain as strummed against his fly. Mike's hand shot downwar and he ripped open the zipper. His cock shot out, an it stood erect and quivering.
"Mi amore!" Anna exclaimed. Immediately he hand curved around his cock and squeezed it hut gay.
"Fuck!" Mike mumbled, "Let's fuck!"
"Si, si!" The Italian words that followed were unintelligible to Mike. He pulled apart the waistband of his slacks and shoved his slacks down his thighs. The bunched around his ankles. The cuffs were too nay row to allow them to slip over the tops of his brogan
His arms lashed around Anna's bare back an pulled her against him. As her stiff and jutting tits drilled into his chest, his mouth smashed against hers. He felt her hot and swirling tongue stab against his At the same time her pelvis pressured against him The lusty gyrations of her calm mauled his straining cock.
His hips shot forward. The knob of his cock dug into the hot, moist brush around her cunt. He bent his knees and lowered his crotch. The movement brought down the end of his cock. Now he felt the hot an liquid core of her cunt.
I don't want to fuck her standing up, Mike though but if thats the way I have to fuck her, I will. He spasmed the cheeks of his butt and his cock slipped into her cunt. It was a sensuous and memorable moment as his knob split the tightness of her cleft and drilled into her cuntal channel. Ecstasy and heat surrounded his cock. Honeyed juice broiled it. His asshole tightened because the fantastic sensations made his buttocks quiver.
"Anna," he grated. He rammed his cock forward until her channel had sheathed it completely.
Jesus, it felt good. It felt terrific! While he rocked and shuttled his cock in and out of her, wild sensations rocketed up and down his spine His hands clung to her waist, holding her so that she wouldn't topple over backwards. The touch of her soft skin, rubbing against his hands, added to the sensations, but while he held her and fucked her, he wanted to kiss and fondle her tits at the same time. He jerked his cock out of her.
"No!" Anna wailed.
Her arms were clamped tightly around him while her pelvis and dripping cunt continued to maul his pelvis. He couldn't think clearly because he was too hot and excited. He knew he couldn't wait much longer because the first spasms of a come churned in his groin. He wanted to put her down on something, anything. The bedroom was too far away, but he had to put her down somewhere so that he could really fuck her.
His knees buckled. He sank onto the cool tiled floor of the kitchen, pulling her down with him. She crumpled and settled onto her back. As her shoulders and. buttocks met the floor she opened her legs. Her arms were outstretched, her hands tugging and pulling at him.
She muttered something, almost hysterically, in Italian. He didn't know what she'd said and he didn't care, because now that she was spread out under him, nothing could stop him. He toppled forward. Falling on top of her he rammed his quivering cock into her slippery sheath. As he shuttled it in and out of her, his mouth captured her nipple and suctioned it into his mouth.
She was some cunt! She bounced and squirmed her hips. Her cuntal sheath gripped and tugged at his pummelling cock. He sucked her nipples, the left one then the right one, while he bounced and drove his tingling cock in and out of her hot, honeyed depths.
Vaguely he recalled that she'd mentioned that her husband wasn't there. He realized that her husband might return at any moment, but he didn't give a damn. This was real, fantastic fucking. Pumping and bouncing on top of the lush, hot body, he didn't care whether her husband or anyone else walked in on them at that moment. It didn't make any difference. She was great a glorious fuck.
He pumped and drove his cock deeper into the wonderful, spasming channel. Her heat and lubrication brought him exquisite rippling sensations. She didn't squeal. She didn't cry out. She was silent. Her eyes were closed, and she responded to every thrust and withdrawal. Oh, old man, you knew what you were talking about!
And then the swirling and excruciating violence of his orgasm exploded in his groin. Viciously he increased the tempo of his pumping. Each time he drove his cock in and out of her, streaks of rapture rocketed through his sensitive staff. His final thrust drove his cock all the way into her, and then the semen belched out of the end of his cock. She quivered and bucked erratically. The heat of her climax flooded the depths of her cuntal channel, and it suctioned and drew all the liquid out of his spurting cock.
She didn't tell him that he'd fucked her gloriously. She didn't say a word. Her legs merely clamped firmly around his waist, pulled him down and held him against her. Her mouth nuzzled the side of his neck while her flickering tongue drew a series of wet designs on his skin. Her arms were lashed around him, and the hard nipples dug into his heaving chest.
He didn't want to get off her. He wanted to remain there, letting his tingling cock soak in the juices of their comes. Her body was lush and comfortable, like a soft mattress designed for pleasure. He felt the firm and spasmodic movements of her cuntal channel. Eventually his drooping cock slipped out of her and it dangled downward between her thighs. She sighed passionately and brought her legs together, locking his spent cock between her sweaty thighs. For several moments it was almost like starting to fuck her all over again.
Her hands caressed his shoulder blades. Her face was relaxed, almost angelic. "Mmmmm," she murmured. "You are very nice."
He pushed himself off the top of her. His glance moved over her swollen tits and the red, ravaged nipples, down her stomach to the black thicket of her cunt Matted and tinged with glistening foam it lay succulently between firm and classic thighs. Lightly his hands stroked her shin bones and the black down tingled his palms.
He felt a quick resurgence of his passion. She was earthy and lusty, a horny woman endowed with animal wants and pleasures. His cock stiffened. He grabbed the hardening staff and shoved it into the open, swollen lips of her cunt joyfully her legs closed around his waist, gripping him tightly and drawing him against her.
"Oh, man," he muttered, and then he began to shuttle his stiff and sensitive cock in and out of her again. Beautiful, delicious sensations jolted through his body. His cock hardened and swelled larger because he was being encouraged by the pressure of her legs. She timed her surging pelvis so that he was again plunging freely and joyously in and out of her receptive cuntal channel.
His mouth ravaged her tits. He pulled the nipples and part of the heated breasts into his mouth while he stroked slowly and rhythmically. The cheeks of her ass slapped moistly against the surface of the tiled floor while her hands roved over his back and shoulders.
Like the old man had told him, the women in the Asti area had been born to fuck. And he fucked her. He pumped and probed. He sank his cock in deep, withdrew it, savouring every wonderful sensation as the fared cock head ripped at the tight, scalding walls of her sheath. Pleasure mounted on pleasure until it became an overwhelming feeling of rapture. He wiggled his ass and matched the squirming rotation of her pelvis until he felt the agonizing rise of his come.
At the last moment he shoved his hands underneath her and gripped the hard, fiery mounds of her buttocks. Savagely he rammed his cock in and out of her, then drove it into the hilt so that he was smashed against her twitching pelvis. The slow but ferocious spasms of his orgasms matched the pumping action of her cuntal channel. She squirmed and moaned huskily. He knew that she'd felt the same exquisite rapture as he because her mouth was at the side of his head. Her teeth were clamped onto his earlobe.
Eventually he rolled off the top of her. Immediately he became aware of the tile's coolness against his back. Soft and appreciative hands caressed the nape of his neck. Then she got to her feet. He looked up at her, still excited by the sight of her lush, sensuous nakedness. Her tits, still swollen and full of passion, jutted out from her chest. Her cunt, lathered and' seeping honey, seemed to pulsate between the fabulous thighs.
Through black slitted eyelashes she looked down at him. "Grazie, mi amore. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. I thank you.'
She smiled. "We thank each other." Then she held out her hand and helped him to his feet.
Jesus, these Italian women really took care of their men!
"Anna, you are a doll."
She spoke tenderly in Italian while the soft palm of her right hand caressed his cheek. "You want to go to Asti?"
Mike nodded. "Well -- that was my destination. But I don't really have to go there now."
"We go. You drive me to Asti. Si?" One eyebrow arched quizzically as she smiled at him.
"Sure."
"Va bene." She turned and walked away from him. "I will put on a nice dress. She stopped and motioned with her arm. "You put -- your pack in the wine shed."
Mike watched her as she started up the stairs. He really didn't want to go to Asti. Not if her husband was gone.
But if she insisted, he'd go. He'd go anywhere with her.
Six
A rope of yellow dust streamed out in back of the Alfa as Josef sped along the narrow dirt road. He jammed on the brakes, whipped the wheel to the right, and the car shot into a long driveway. Arriving at the Villa Fiore, he jammed on the brakes again and turned off the ignition key.
Erika, seated next to him, looked about. She was impressed with the acres of vineyards and the size of the villa. It was the first time she'd met a man who hadn't bragged about his wealth. Furthermore, Josef was the first man who'd offered to introduce her to a strong and horny young man.
"Come." Josef got out of the Alfa and slammed the door shut. By the time he walked around the car Erika had gotten out on the right side.
Josef frowned. as he glanced about. He found ii strange that no one had come out of the villa, or one of the wine sheds, to greet him. Arturo was always the first to greet him on his return. Josef strode towards the villa. Erika closed the car door and leaned her back against the Alfa.
Josef stepped through the open doorway of the villa. His glance flicked about the interior, taking in the marbled table top in the kitchen, and the array of pots and pans hooked on the steel rods over the stove.
"Anna!" he bellowed. He waited for her reply. When she didn't answer he came outside again. "Arturo!"
He stood impatiently while his glance moved over the vineyards, then the wine sheds nearby. He kicked a pebble aside, expecting to hear the usual responses when he returned But this time only silence greeted him.
Erika remained by the car, noting the strange look that had appeared on his face Last night he'd promised to take her home with him today and introduce her to Arturo. Apparently something had gone wrong. It didn't matter to Erika whether Arturo was here or not. Her suitcase was in the back of the Alfa. If things didn't work out the way she'd expected, she'd take her suitcase and head far Switzerland, as before.
And then Erika caught eight of a movement out of the corner of her eyes. Her eyelids slitted as she watched the girl coming out of the vineyards. The girl was a redhead and she was young with a sexy figure. She came forward slowly, as though she were reluctant to approach Josef.
Now Josef had caught sight of her. "Who are you?" he bellowed.
"Tessie. Sure, and I'm glad you speak English, sir."
"What you do here?"
Tessie tried to muster some confidence as she smiled at the blonde girl standing by the car. Tessie continued to walk slowly towards Josef. He had to be the owner of the Villa Fiore, according to the description that Arturo had given her.
"I slept out there last night. You are Josef?"
"Si," Josef growled.
Tessie nodded "Arturo told me about you."
"Dove, Arturo?" Josef growled. "Where is Arturo?"
"I don't know, sir. This morning -- he told me that he had to go to Milan."
"Anna!" Josef faced the villa and called out her name.
Erika had an opportunity to study the redheaded girl. Erika noted that Tessie's blouse was slightly wrinkled, but it failed to conceal the outline of her small, jutting breasts. Erika's eyes flared with her new interest as she realized the redhead's breasts were probably naked under the blouse.
"Anna," Josef demanded from Tessie. "Where is Anna?"
"Anna?" Tessie shook her head. "I don't know. I didn't meet her. Maybe she went to Milan to look for you, too."
"Why she go to Milano to look for me?"
"I -- I don't know." Tessie tried to avoid Josef's piercing glance. "I just thought -- if Arturo went to look for you, maybe Anna --"
"No!" Josef cut her off with a wave of his hand. Thoughtfully he stared at the vineyards for a few seconds. Then he looked at Erika. "I promise you Arturo, si?"
Erika nodded.
"Si. I go find him." He headed for the Alfa, then pulled up abruptly. "No, wait. Aspet." He wheeled around and headed for the entrance to the villa. "Come. You come with me."
Erika smiled and followed him. When she saw that Tessie hesitated, she motioned to Tessie. "Come along, Tessie"
"You think I should?"
"Ja. You come with me."
The two girls followed Josef into the villa, walked through its cool interior, and then ascended the stairway. At the top of the landing they found Josef waiting for them.
"Si." He nodded brusquely at the two girls. Then he motioned to an open doorway. "You go in there. Wait I come back later. Arrivederci."
"Aufwiedersehen, Josef!" Erika called out.
Josef was already bounding down the stairway.
Erika turned her head and saw the puzzled frown on Tessie's face. "Welcome to the Villa Fiore."
Tessie sighed softly as she glanced about. She followed Erika into the room which Josef had indicated. The windows were open and there was a view of the vineyards, looking like a lush green blanket in the distance. The room was furnished with a huge. bed in the very center, along with a couple of dressers against the walls. Outside the Alf roared to life and then Josef gunned it out the driveway.
Erika smiled at Tessie. "My name is Erika. And you are Tessie, ja?"
Tessie nodded. "What do we do now?"
"What would you like to do?"
"I don't know." Tessie sat down on the bed and looked out the open windows. She felt that she should go back out to the vineyards, get her blanket and leave, but she, found herself drawn to the exciting blonde girl.
Erika said, "I know what I am going to do."
She gripped the bottom of her blouse and slipped it off the top of her head. She flung the blouse aside and shook her head. The yellow strands of hair swirled around her neck, accentuating the golden hue of her naked torso.
Tessie felt a twinge of envy as she caught sight of Erika's magnificent rounded breasts with the hard and cylindrical nipples. Then Tessie's eyes widened. Erika was wriggling out of the short skirt. It slid down naked thighs and legs to crumple at her feet. Erika's foot lashed out and kicked the skirt aside.
"Are you going to bed?" Tessie asked.
Erika grinned at the redhead. "Velleicht."
"I don't understand a bit of German, Erika."
"I said -- maybe.' Erika's hands roamed over her naked body before her hands briefly cupped her breasts. "I think we should have some spumante, ja?"
Tessie found that she was nodding in agreement Already the naked Erika had vanished from the bedroom.
Tessie went over to the open window and looked down over the acres of vineyards visible below. She remembered the passion she'd felt last night when Arturo had lain on top of her, along with the violent churning reaction within her. Tessie frowned and shook her head. Several times she'd thought about the night before. First there had been the heat and wanting that had coursed within her, but at the last sec.. and she'd felt only repugnance and distaste for Arturo. And he was so sweet. She wondered whether shed ever see him again. And she wondered why Josef had brought Erika to the villa.
Tessie realized that her hands had been moving over her blouse and shorts. Hot and uncomfortable she began to fidget and squirm. She thought about Erika, recalling the quick beat of her pulse as the blonde had whipped off her clothes. The villa's interior had felt cool when Tessie had entered, but now it seemed as though it were hotter in the bedroom than out in the sunshine. Slowly Tessie opened a couple of buttons on her blouse and relished the touch of cooler air on her naked breasts.
"Ja, here we are."
Erika skipped into the room and her nakedness seemed to electrify the air. Triumphantly she held a bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. "Spumante!"
"I had some last night," Tessie said.
"So we have some more today." Already Erika had the bottle open and the bubbling white liquor gushed into one glass, then the other. "Josef has many bottles. He will not miss this one."
Tessie asked, "Josef is a friend of yours?"
"Ja. A man fucks me, he is my friend." Erika extended one of the filled glasses to Tessie. Abruptly Erika pulled it back again. "You know what that means?"
"What?"
"Fuck?"
"Sure, and I know about that."
"I don't talk English so good." Erika offered the glass to Tessie. "I know many words. But not all the words. Fuck, suck, shit, cunt, hardon -- like that I know them. Have some spumante, Tessie."
"Thank you."
Tessie felt the cool touch of the glass and its contents against her palm. Simultaneously she became aware of a pleasant tingling in her breasts and pussy as her glance lingered on Erika's naked body.
Erika drank thirstily, then wiped her full red lips with the back of her hand. "Now -- where is Arturo?" She glanced about
"He went to Milan," Tessie replied, "to look for Josef."
Erika grinned at Tessie. "He got a big one -- this Arturo?"
After Tessie had had a drink she nodded.
"How big?" Erika inquired.
"Oh, it's very big."
"Long?"
"I guess so." Tessie pretended interest in her drink, hoping she wouldn't be subjected to any more of Erika's pointed questioning. The spumante that she'd just drunk made her hotter and restless. Exactly like last night. She sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. Immediately the heat rushed into her vagina and streams of wanting streamed through her thighs. Restlessly she pushed the strands of red hair away from the nape of her neck.
"You are not hot, ja?" Erika stood directly in front of Tessie while she sipped at her spumante. Her body was filmed with perspiration and her golden tendrils glistened. Her eyes, hot and piercing, stared into Tessie's eyes and waited for the redhead to reply.
Tessie squirmed about on the bed, finding herself caught in a seductive spell of this little blonde. Tessie finally answered, "Yes. I find it very warm, Erika."
"You take off your clothes," Erika suggested. "Like me.
"Are you sure -" Tessie glanced out the open bedroom doorway. "It's all right?"
"Ja. I guarantee it."
"Well," Tessie said, "if you're going to be naked, too, I guess it's all right."
Tessie stood up. Erika obviously knew Josef, the owner of the villa. And if Erika felt it was all right to feet undressed, then it seemed to be the acceptable thing to do. She set her glass of spumante on one of the dresser tops and began to unbutton the front of her blouse. Her fingers, moving down the valley of her breasts, ignited a series of wild sensations that surged through her body.
With an excited tremor Tessie shed her blouse, then shoved the shorts down her thighs. Moments later she'd stepped out of them. Her undressing hadn't taken much time and suddenly Tessie found herself as naked as Erika. She discovered that her breasts were larger than normally, hard and heated with a strange excitement. The touch of the air felt sensuous against her hot and feverished skin. She glanced down at herself, expecting to see flames between her thighs, and she noticed that the lips of her pussy were damp and puffed.
Quickly Tessie asked Erika, "Are you enjoying your holiday?" The words seemed to come not from her, but from an invisible speaker, hidden somewhere in the room. She suddenly felt very light headed and the blood pounded in her ears.
Erika's hips swayed provocatively as she moved across the room. The picked up the bottle, dumped some more spumante into Tessie's glass and then refilled her own. After she'd put down the bottle she came back to Tessie.
As Tessie stood up she noticed the wild and restless flickering of passion in Erika's eyes. Erika stood with her feet planted apart. Her hips continued to weave sensually from side to side so that her inner thighs seemed to caress her pussy.
"Ja," Erika now replied. "Last night I enjoyed my holiday. I had a big cock. Big and long. Josef fucked me in front, and then he fucked me in the asshole. Irishmen -- do they fuck you in the asshole?"
Tessie shook her head. "I don't know." Merely thinking about the act strummed the insides of her thighs with fire. Her buttocks spasmed automatically.
"You are Irish, ja?"
"Yes - but -" Tessie stammered, not knowing how to answer Erika's probing questions. She felt childlike and bewildered.
"But you didn't like it." Erika moved closer to Tessie. "Es macht nichts." Her hand darted out, filmed with the coolness of the spumante glass, it cupped Tessies left breast.
Tessie sucked in her breath, reacting more from the touch of Erika's hand than from the coolness of her palm. Erika laughed huskily.
Erika found Tessie's reaction very exciting. Ever since she'd caught sight of the redhead, Erika had felt a surge of stimulation-a strong desire for this girl. Now that Erika was able to view Tessie's naked body, with the pink, firm breasts and the flaming curls around her pussy, Erika found her arousal becoming more acute. Remembering the way Tessie had responded to her questioning, Erika now wondered whether this young redhead might not be a virgin. That would be too beautiful!
"What are you doing?" Tessie's question was a whisper, laced with passion and excitement. her glance locked with Erika's.
"I feel your breasts. Very nice, Tessie." Erika's hand shifted and moved away.
Tessie held her breath. Erika had taken her hand away very slowly, as though reluctant to leave Tessie's breast. And now Tessie wanted to cry out, to beg Erica to fondle the other breast in the same way. Tessie's breath gushed out through parted lips as Erika stepped back and took a drink of spumante.
"I envy you," Tessie blurted out. "Your breasts are so -- big and beautiful. Sure, and they're fantastic, Erika!"
Erika put down her glass. She pulled back her shoulders and shoved out her chest. The thrusting golden funnels were poised majestically while the long, round nipples strained towards the ceiling. Sensually the palms of Erika's hands rode over her hips, her flanks. Finally they cupped themselves over the golden mounds. Erika shoved her palms against her nipples while her fingertips dug into their golden fullness.
Erika purred, "Maybe they are big, because I play with them."
"You do?"
"Ja. You no play with your breasts?" Tessie shook her head.
Swiftly Erika's hands went to Tessie's breasts. Erika mauled and squeezed them rhythmically. "You like somebody else to play with your breasts, ja?"
"Oh, Erika," Tessie panted. "You make it feel so good." Her arms hung at her sides, the fingers twitching because she didn't know what to do with her hands. The touch of Erika's hands on her breasts and the spumante churning in her stomach had laced her limbs with fire. Her knees were so weak she was afraid they might buckle at any moment.
The tip of Erika's tongue stabbed at her upper lip, matching the spasms she felt in her vagina. This one had to be a virgin, Erika thought. So timid and reluctant to play, but at the same time so passionate and hot.
Erika husked, "You play with my breasts?"
"Oh - I --couldn't, Erika."
"Is all right." Erika smiled at the redhead. "We do it another way, ja?" Slowly her hands moved away from Tesses breasts. They crept outward so that hei fingertips tickled the sides of Tessie's chest. Gently Erika pushed her hands under Tessie s biceps.
Tessie found herself tingling from head to toe. She even cooperated with Erika by raising her arms slightly. Erika's arms slid around her and then pulled Tessie against her. Tessie gasped joyfully as Erika's breasts became cushioned against her own swollen and sensitive mounds. Then Tessie was locked to the hot and quivering golden naked body. Tessie's stomach and pelvis quaked with rapture.
Erika loosed her embrace slightly and peered into Tessie's eyes. "Ja, is very good," Erika purred. Her hips powered forward and jammed their pelvises together. Erika's shoulders rolled in slow and delicious rhythm letting her nipples brush lightly against Tessie's breasts.
Lust crackled through Tessie's body. For the first time in her life she felt no reserve, and there was no effort to throttle the emotions and sensations that churned in her sex-starved body. Her hands went around Erika and grabbed the blonde's buttocks. While her fingernails dug into the heated globes she rubbed her pelvis against Erika. Tessie panted through parted lips as her rolling pelvis matched Erika's action and the wild massage intensified the exquisite sensations in her sensitive and clotted clitoris.
The quick rise of Tessies climax was so powerful that her straining body became rigid. "Oh, Erika!" Tessie cried out. Her shoulders slowly slumped forward and her arms clamped around Erika's back.
As Tessie shuddered and quaked through her orgasm, her mouth went to the hollow of Erika's shoulder. She showered open-mouthed kisses on the moist skin. Then she lapped hungrily before drilling her flickering tongue into Erika's ear.
"Is gut!" Erika moaned huskily. A tremor jolted through her body and then her pelvis ground even harder against Tessie. Tessie felt the swollen mound of Erika's damp pussy. There was the immediate resurgence of Tessie's passion. For long minutes they clung tightly to each other, swaying and rocking and rubbing against each other until the exquisite sensations began to recede.
Slowly they unlocked their arms and stepped away from each other. Erika saw that the redhead's eyes were filmed with passion and her lips were red and puffed. "Come, Tessie. Come to bed."
"Sure, and why didn't we think of that before?" Tessie began to move towards the bed. She slid on top of it. Her entire body was sheathed in a wonderful aura, while the intense wanting churned in her uterus. Tessie squirmed about on her buttocks. She flung out her arms and then spread her legs apart, waiting for Erika to fulfill and satisfy the terrible craving within her.
Erika stared down at the redhead's naked, heaving body. Her glance feasted on Tessie's breasts, so hard and inflamed that they resembled huge strawberries. Then Erika's glance concentrated on the red-fringed pussy. It pulsed rhythmically. The swollen and dark red folds pushed out droplets of glistening moisture. Erika licked her lips as she watched the pulsating love well. Then she bent over Tessie's body.
"Oh, Erika," Tessie whispered passionately. "It's so - beautiful!" Then she tensed and held her breath as she felt Erika's new, erotic touch.
Erika's lips settled on Tessie's belly, just at the upper fringe of her flame-colored thatch. Sensually the tip of Erika's tongue licked the quivering skin and then stabbed at the matted tendrils. The heat and passion-aroma. of Tessie's vagina clogged Erika's nostrils. Within her the lust churned and turned her on even more.
Erika's right arm slid under Tessie's left thigh and raised it up until it rested on Erika's right shoulder. With Erika's chest resting on Tessie's right thigh, Erika squirmed and shifted, until her gorged and cylindrical nipple was able to touch the redhead's dripping cleft.
She heard Tessie's muffled scream of delight as the sensitive nipple probed Tessie's well, and Erika was now caught in the rapturous grip of her own ecstasy. Erika's hand gripped her tit, in order to control and direct its movements. Slowly and sensually Erika moved the breast so the nipple at the end of the mound splayed apart the swollen cuntlips. Her breast moved back and forth, the full length of the pulsating slit. The fiery wetness of Tessie's cleft creamed Erika's nipple. Erika's body glowed with a multitude of exquisite sensations. Erika strained and pushed, trying to shove more of her sensitive breast into the slippery channel.
Erika began to grunt hoarsely as the movements of her probing breast intensified her ecstasy. Waves of fantastic rapture engulfed her pelvis and increased the rush of her climax. Just a little longer now, she found herself thinking, and then she would be able to have the ultimate, excruciating finish.
Tessie s head flopped from side to side as she experienced the exquisite torture of her climax. Her pelvis drove forward, trying to engulf that wonderful breast with her flaccid, and yearning pussy. And then she tremored and groaned as she quaked through her climax.
"Erika," she mumbled, "let me make it for you!"
"Ja! You can!"
Erika dipped her shoulder and Tessie's leg dropped to the bed. In the next instant Erika's knees had straddled Tessie's thighs. Slowly, and on her knees, Erika began to squirm her buttocks across Tessie's heaving belly, wetting the redhead's body with the honey that welled out of her pussy. The insides of Erika's thighs briefly mauled Tessie's bard breasts. Then Erika settled down on Tessie's chest and offered her pussy to the redhead
"Oh --" Tessie's voice faded out into a moan. Passionately Tessie smashed her mouth against the golden-fringed pussy while her tongue delved into the honeyed channel.
Erika moaned gutturally. It was beautiful, and it was fantastic. Erika's fingers plucked at her own hard nipples and then her hands roughly massaged her aching breasts. Her pelvis rocked slightly back and forth while Tessie's swirling and flickering tongue ignited the climactic spark that had been smouldering inside of her. Erika howled lustily as the ecstasy exploded within her. Her body jerked and spasmed. Tessie's lips were glued to Erika's clitoris, sucking the delights and strength from Erika's quivering limbs and body.
Finally they both stilled. Erika moved off the top of Tessie and flopped onto the bed beside the redhead. But even as Erika lay on her back, spent and glowing with rapture, her hand crept out to Tessie. Lightly her fingers traveled across the redhead's stomach, then caressed the flowing, florid cleft.
"Sure, and I'm all worn out-beautifully worn out and happy, and so weary."
"Ja," Erika agreed in a soft, sleepy voice. "We sleep now. It will be even better next time -- when we wake up."
Seven
Late that afternoon Mike and Anna returned to the Villa Fiore. After he'd turned the Fiat into the entrance to the villa's driveway, he was content to let the car idle because he was reluctant to return. Out of the comer of his eye he saw Anna lean forward. She peered out the windshield as her glance searched the area around the villa. He knew that she was trying to find out immediately whether her husband had returned. This was the thing Mike had been sweating out all day.
Anna had given him a wonderful tour of Asti. She'd directed him to drive up side roads and through dark and narrow back streets. She'd pointed out to him all the points of interest, as well as structures that had been damaged and rebuilt since the war. They'd had a delicious lunch under the trees at a restaurant on the outskirts of town. While eating he d been able to briefly touch her hand only twice. The rest of the time she'd kept him at a distance, but her smile and glances had always been filled with promises. Most of the time he'd had an erection. Now as they neared the villa and he saw no other car, he realized that Josef had not returned. Immediately Mike's cock head flared up and his hardness pulsed hotly in his crotch.
He turned off the ignition key. The Fiat coasted up to the wine shed where Anna had instructed him to put his pack. The moment the car stopped he squirmed under the wheel and looked at Anna.
Her classic face was without expression as she continued to stare out the windshield. The black hair was pulled back tightly from her forehead, and the long strands were coiled neatly at the nape of her neck. Her hands rested in the lap of the white dress. Her bare legs were extended and crossed at the ankles, the hair on them soft as velvet. He watched the mounds of her full, heavy breasts move up and down with each breath. Mike hoped that the absence of her husband had now excited her as much as he.
Finally she turned her head so that he could look into her eyes. The disappointment vanished as she smiled at him. "So, we are home," she said.
He dropped his right arm across the back of the seat, then let his fingers lightly massage the back of her bare neck under the coil of hair. He felt the rigidity of her spine, but then she tipped her head back. She sighed as she rubbed her coil of hair against his hand.
She added, "Now I must go. Into the villa."
"Why?
"That is where I live."
"Let me go with you."
"No." She leaned forward so that his hand was no longer able to touch her. "I must go." Her hand searched for the door handle.
"Anna?"
"Si"
God, he couldn't let her leave now because he knew he'd never be able to get her in the same relaxed mood again. Once she went inside and found herself in the villa, in the bedroom that she shared with Josef, she would never come out again.
He said, "Don't go yet."
For several seconds her glance held his, and then she finally nodded. "Va bene. I show you the vineyards, the wine sheds --"
"Okay!" He flung the door open and hopped out of the car. Then he closed the door softly and waited for her to come around and join him. "That's the wine shed," he asked, "where I left my pack?"
"Si. It is one of many. We build new ones - muilti --" She gestured with her hand and left the rest unsaid. Then she began to move away from the Fiat
Mike allowed her to precede him. She walked graceful and erect, as though at some time in her life she'd carried baskets of laundry on the top of her head. Her lush hips swayed seductively from side to side, and the rolling movements of her rounded buttocks promised fantastic delights.
"In the beginning," she explained, "we have only one place to make the wine and spumante. But we make more wine and more spumante -- and we build more places for that"
She stopped at the door to the wine shed and glanced back over her shoulder. Then she opened the door and stepped inside. Mike followed her into the dim, cool interior. He saw that his pack was still near the wall where he'd put it before they'd departed for Asti. Quietly be closed the door behind him and slid the bolt into place, locking it from the inside.
With the door closed it was so dark inside that he was barely able to see the silhouette of her body ahead of him. He moved up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. Holding her firmly, he snugged his throbbing crotch into the crack of her buttocks while his fingers rubbed the lower part of her abdomen. Immediately she tipped her head back and rubbed the coil of hair against his chin. He caught the odor of her hair, freshly shampooed, and scented by the fresh air and sun.
"Anna," he whispered in the darkness. "Anna, I want to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you ever since we finished fucking this morning on the kitchen floor. Do you know what I'm saying, Anna?"
She didn't answer him immediately, but she didn't try to move away from him. Finally she whispered, "It was a bella day. Un ricordo, Mike."
His hands were now at her pelvis. His fingertips stroked and caressed, let them moving over the mounded cunt that smoldered under her clothes. He felt the spasming of her buttocks, and he responded by shoving his throbbing cock firmer into her buttocks. Slowly his hands wandered up the front of her dress until they had captured her mounded tits. He squeezed and mauled them roughly while his mouth nuzzled the side of her hot neck.
And then he became impatient because he wanted to feel her naked tits resting heavily in his palms. He had to see the hair streaming down her back and shoulders, the black-furred cunt, and all the rest of her fantastic body.
He loosened his embrace and stepped away from her. His hand found the zipper tab at the back of her neck and rode it down between her shoulder blades. Gently he shoved the dress off her shoulders, down to her waist. His hands caressed the hot, soft shoulders, naked except for the two thin straps of her slip.
While his hands fondled the silken cloth that covered her tits he whispered, "Do you have lights in here, Anna?"
"No. No luce," she answered softly.
"But I want to see you, Anna. I want to see you naked with your hair down around your shoulders, and I want to see your naked body, all of it."
"Momento."
Her hands pushed his away from her breasts. She stepped away from him, and then he listened to her muffled movements in the darkness. An instant later a match flared, and he saw that she was lighting a candle. The wick flared up, receded until it almost went out, and then it flared up again. The light illuminated her face and gilded her body with a soft glow. She tipped the candle over a bench at one side of the room and waited for the wax to drip downward. When there was a small puddle of melted wax she butted the candle into it, and then turned to face him.
Like a virgin she stood in the candlelight and smiled at him. He moved toward her. She stood submissively while he opened the zipper at her waist and then pulled the dress off her. Now she stood before him in the white slip. He bent down, picked up the hem of the slip and skinned it off her.
The big, heavy breasts strained against the cups of the sheer white bra. The swollen, dark nipples under the cloth and the triangular smudge under the lacy, white panties was an erotic sight.
"God, you're beautiful, Anna."
"Grazie, Mike. Grazie mille." Her hands went to the nape of her neck. "You like to see my hair?"
"Yes, but not now. Later. I'II tell you when."
"Si. Va bene." Her arms dropped to her sides. "You stand right there," Mike instructed. "Right there. Don't move. Stand right there -- in the candle-light, like that." He scurried backward, grabbed his pack and opened it. Quickly he put aside his personal items, shaving things, toothbrush, and the rest, and then he spread his blanket out on the floor.
Every second or two he shot a glance at her, savoring the lush body illuminated by the candle's glow. Quickly he whipped off his shirt and kicked off his brogans. Then he opened the waistband of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, and shoved his slacks down his legs and stepped out of them.
Now completely naked, with his rock-hard cock angled out in front of him, he returned to Anna. Oh, God, she was something. She stood unmoving and patiently, but he remembered the way she'd reacted this morning when bed plunged his cock into her, and the setting now was almost unbelievable.
Gently his hands massaged her soft, bare shoulders. He caressed her arms before he slid his arms around her and pulled her against him. Her pelvis was shrouded by her panties, but he felt the heat and outline of her cunt as it firmed against his bare, throbbing cock. Her tits were fiery brands that burned his chest.
She tipped her head back and her arms slipped around his neck. Her lips were soft and hot and parted as he put his mouth to hers. He felt the urgent thrusting of her tongue. It drove through his teeth, slipped into his mouth, and then it swirled against the roof of his mouth while his lips tortured hers.
Her body willowed powerfully against him, a taut bow of passion that fidgeted and squirmed while she scraped her fingernails up and down his bare back. Viciously he rammed his cock into her groin. Under the panties he felt her fire and the pulsating mounded lips. The sensation was so great that there was an explosion in his crotch, then the quick and unexpected raptures of his come. Now she began to suck on his tongue, drawing on it, pulling it, into her mouth as though she were trying to swallow it. Shivers of ecstasy shot up and down his spine.
He whipped his mouth from hers. He groaned disgustedly and sucked in his breath, trying to stop the climactic moment. It was too late. The liquid passion spurted out of the end of his bobbing cock and gushed against her panties.
Mike shoved her roughly away from him and dropped to his knees. His hands clawed at her hips. His fingers hooked into the elastic band and jerked the semen-splattered panties down her legs. He crouched in front of her with the soiled panties pressed against the floor. Daintily she pulled one foot out, then the other, and stepped backward. The movements of her thighs was sensual, as though she were finding immense pleasure by herself.
"I'm sorry," he apologized as he stood up. Angrily he glanced down at the front of himself. His cock was still swollen, but no longer rigid. "It'll get hard again."
"Si, mi amore."
Her hands were passionate butterflies that roved over his chest and plucked at his nipples. She continued to caress and make love to his chest while -his hands crept around her and began to. open the catch on her bra. He got it open, then stepped back and pulled the bra straps down her arms.
The tits on heavy-breasted women usually sagged, but Anna's were taut and proud. Jutting forward they were two rigid cones, topped by the dark-rubbed nipples. Now that she was finally and completely naked, his hands went to them. Like shovels his up-turned palms scooped them up, letting their fiery weight rest in his hands. He felt the resurgence of fire and hardness in his cock. It began to throb and swell, and then it began to ache as he bent his knees and sucked greedily at her left nipple, the right one moments later.
Her hands were in his hair. One second her fingers were soft and caressing, the next second she clenched her fingers. It felt as though she meant to rip his hair out by the roots. Tenderness. Pain. It was exactly the way he sucked her tits. One moment he was content to roll the hard, hot nipples between lip and tongue. The next moment he bit into the stubborn nipples, knowing that it pained her because she gasped lustily.
He straightened up and his glance met Anna's. Her eyes were hot, yet mysterious. The smile on her face was both sensual and cruel. God, what a cunt!
He slid his hands over her bare shoulders. They met at the nape of her neck. His fingers began to fumble with the hair pins imbedded in the coil of hair. One after another he pulled out the pins and let them drop to the floor. The coil `began to loosen. Her hair was soft and silken. It spilled onto his hands and wrists, and finally he'd gotten rid of all the pins. Gently he began to pull the long black strands forward, letting them stream down the front of her shoulders. Her tits became veiled by the streaming strands, but the impatient nipples dug through the filmy darkness and peeked provocatively at him.
While he'd been taking the pins out of her hair he'd felt the fiery nipples occasionally scraping across his chest. In the same way the head of his inflamed cock had now and then touched the hot and filmy softness of her belly. His hands moved downward, stroking the heated roundness of her lush hips. Now he slid his arms around her. He embraced her, slowly and deliciously, feeling the fidgeting roll of her pelvis against his cock and the hard, thrusting pressure of her tits against his chest. He lowered his mouth and feasted on her lips.
She gusted her hot breath against the side of his nose while her fingernails raked his back and shoulders. Her body was curved, moulded hungrily against him. Her pelvis gyrated wildly and mauled his cock. His hands slid down her back and gripped the hard rounded cheeks of her ass. He pulled her against him. His pelvis bumped and punched because his cock was impatient to buy itself in her hot and inviting cunt.
"Mike -" she panted lustily. "Si -- si -- you love me!"
He felt a jolt of Joy because he'd gotten her as hot as he, And he hadn't even started yet. His cock throbbed and pumped against her, but he wanted to get her so hot she'd beg before he shoved it into her.
"Si, Anna.' He took her hand and led. her to the blanket he'd spread onto the floor. The moment her bare feet felt the blanket's softness she crumpled onto it. Sexily she spread her legs and extended her arms, indicating that she wanted him to fuck her.
Mike stepped in between her forked legs. Her arms were extended and her hands groped for him. Her fingernails scratched his legs and ankles while she arched and moaned, her body caught in the intensity of her lust. For an instant Mike caught sight of his shadow, silhouetted against the wall. He resembled a giant, with the outline of his erection resembling a furled flag angled out from his crotch.
Outside the wine shed Arturo's eyes widened as he stared at the same silhouette. Arturo had come home a short while ago. When he'd heard the sound of voices coming from the wine shed he'd rim to the crack in the wall which he knew existed in the back of the shed and peered inside. Now he was on his knees, with his eyes pressed to the crack, watching the activity inside. Arturo had no interest in the man. He wanted to concentrate all his viewing on the Signora.
Madonna Mia, the naked Signora was pitching and bouncing around on the blanket as though she were going out of her mind! Arturo's eyes glinted as he savored the lush, naked body. It was so beautiful and hasty that his cock drummed painfully in his crotch. Spilled across her shoulders and tits were the long, soft strands of hair -- the same strands of hair that had caressed his own palms yesterday. And in plain sight were the delicious mounded tits -- the ones he'd ached to touch and fondle. Like mountain peaks they towered above her. chest while her hips rocked and bounced and the black-fringed cunt beckoned and tried to seduce the man's cock.
Now the man settled onto his knees between her legs. He leaned forward. His hands mauled her breasts. Her thighs rubbed against the sides of his legs while her pelvis continued to bob up and down. Arturo panted open-mouthed as the man grabbed the Signora's right breast. He gripped and held it like a huge goblet, while he lowered his bead and sucked hungrily at her nipple. His ass stuck up in the air while his dark and distended cock paralleled his belly. When he moved his mouth to her other nipple he began to lower his buttocks. Her bouncing, searching cunt pumped erratically. Every now and then she was able to slip the lips of her cleft over the end of his cock.
Oh, the man was now teasing the Signora with his cock, Arturo noted. Maybe that was a part of his foreplay. Arturo panted softly and imagined how it would feel, driving his aching and swollen cock in and out of the Signora. He'd give anything to be in that position at this moment. He'd work the entire year for nothing. Arturo stifled a groan. He watched the man lower his ass. The head of his flared cock slipped into her cunt.
Immediately she responded by shoving her pelvis upward. Her sheath enveloped only about half of the big, dark cock. just as quickly the man withdrew it so that the muscles of her cuntal cleft were just behind its flared head. His ass wiggled a couple of seconds, then powered downward. The thick shaft plunged into her until it had completely disappeared. Arturo gritted his teeth and imagined how it felt, having his cock imbedded all the ways inside of the Signora's cunt.
Arturo had now expected the man to fuck her with long and hurried strokes. Arturo's eyes widened again. He watched as the Signora clasped her arms around the man, and then they rolled across the blanket like a couple of puppies at play. When they stopped rolling, the man was on the bottom and the Signora was on the top. Her big tits were jammed against the man's chest, like round cushions. Her mouth remained glued to his, and she kissed him lustily. All the while her rounded ass bounced up and down so that her cuntal sheath slid up and down his imbedded cock.
Suddenly the Signora's hand pushed against the man's chest. She sat upright. With her knees positioned outside the man's thighs she continued her, bouncing up and down. Arturo moved towards the other end of the crack in the wall. Now he was able to see all of it. He saw the puffed lips of her cleft moving up and down the man's thick, glistening staff. One second his cock was clearly visible, the next second her cunt had swallowed it again. Her tits stuck out straight as melons on a vine, and the man's hands grabbed them and squeezed them roughly. Suddenly the Signora began to wail. She rolled her buttocks in small circles. Her face became contorted with ecstasy. Once, twice, three times she bounced up and down, then she tumbled forward. Again her big tits became cushions against the man's chest while her mouth ravaged his and pulled his tongue into her mouth.
Arturo's hand bad crept into his crotch. His fingers mauled and massaged the sensitive and bulging hardness in his trousers. He waited and hoped the Signora would get up so that he could feast his eyes on her wet and flowing cunt. But she didn't do that. The man's arms went around her and clasped her tightly. to him. Again they rolled across the blanket. This time the man was on top of her again.
Arturo groaned softly as he saw the Signora's face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. The strands of damp black hair framed her face. She resembled an angel, a slut, a mother, a whore -- all at the same time. The hair screened her heaving tits, but her nipples were erect and clearly visible.
Oh, the man had noticed her nipples! Mama Mia, did he find his pleasure in them. Like a madman he sucked. He even suctioned part of her tit into his mouth while his cock shuttled in and out of her foamy cleft. The muscles rippled in his legs while his ass bounced up and down. Now Arturo was able to hear them, their harsh and ragged panting, the moist slapping of their bodies coming together, and the soft and suctioning sounds of cock moving in and out of her lubricated cunt.
What kind of a man was this, Arturo thought. Didn't he ever come? Arturo recalled the night before when he'd come quickly and shot his juice all over the redhead. How long had this man been fucking the Signora? It seemed like hours. But he was still on top of her, driving his rigid staff in and out of her.
The Signora was insatiable! Arturo stared with fascination at the frenzy of her bouncing body. She punched her pelvis in the air, to meet the driving downward thrust of the man's cock. Not only that, she'd begun to roll her hips, making her cuntal sheath swirl around the shuttling staff.
Arturo guessed that the man was about ready to come. Arturo pressed his face closer to the crack in the wall. He saw the man's hands slide under the Signora's buttocks. He pulled them up and held them up while he drove his cock vigorously in and out of her. Quickly he hit his peak. With a powerful jolt he drove his cock into her and held it there while he rolled his ass and let his staff ream the walls of her cuntal sheath. For long seconds he quivered the same as she. Then the Signora lashed her wonderful legs around the man's waist and locked him against her while she whimpered in anguish and told him in Italian that she was climaxing again and again, so rapidly that it was one gigantic and memorable miracle.
Slowly the man settled down on top of the stilled and lush body of the Signora. Neither one of them moved.
Arturo decided they were either asleep or unconscious. He leaned backward, taking his eyes away from the crack in the wall of the shed. His cock felt as big and as long as a pipe in his trousers. He wanted to open his fly and jack off. Then he remembered Tessie.
She was probably still out in the vineyards where he'd left her this morning! Quickly Arturo scrambled to his feet and quietly stole away from the side of the shed. He trotted silently towards the vineyards to see whether Tessie might still be there. Tonight he wouldn't let her resist him. After what he'd just watched he was so hot and horny that he had to fuck somebody. He'd rape Tessie if he had to.
Now Anna began to squirm beneath Mike while her fingers moved lightly across his back and shoulders, The sounds in her throat were like those of a contented cat. He raised his head and grinned at her.
For the first time in her life Anna felt so completely relaxed and satisfied she could hardly believe it. Her hands pulled down Mike's head. Her kiss was tender, long, and very appreciative.
Mike's cock was still buried in her fantastic cunt. The kiss she'd just given him stirred his limp organ and reminded him of the beautiful sensations he'd felt while he'd fucked her. Now he was wrung out, fucked out, and beat.
"You made a believer out of me, Anna." He didn't explain what be meant. Only he knew what it meant, and that was all that mattered.
"Is -- oh, so wonderful, mi amore."
He slid off the top of her lush and slippery body. He sank onto his back on the blanket. "Mmmm," he muttered, and then he felt the sleep and fatigue settling onto his eyelids.
Anna sat up and shoved the strands of hair to the backs of her shoulders. After she'd gotten to her feet she glanced down at herself. Her breasts were still swollen. sensitive with the pleasures that he'd brought to her body. Quietly she walked away and began to dress. She knew that he was already asleep, but it didn't matter. She felt so happy and overjoyed that she wanted to walls in the vineyards, the other joy in her life.
Minutes later she was dressed. She glanced once more at the sleeping American before she blew out the candle.
She went out of the shed, closed the door softly behind her. She sighed tremulously. Then she walked away from the shed and headed for the vineyards that she loved so much.
Eight
A short time later Arturo started back towards the Villa Fiore. His search for Tessie in the vineyards had been fruitless. He'd found the redhead's blanket roll in the same place he'd seen it this morning, but he'd been unable to find Tessie. He couldn't understand why or how Tessie might have departed without her blanket roll. Perhaps, because she'd heard him calling her, she'd hidden out in the darkness.
Arturo came out of the vineyards and began to walk up the long driveway to the villa. He quickened his stride, thinking about the Signora and the man in the wine shed, and the crack in the rear wall. They might have recovered by now. Better yet, maybe the Signora really needed a big cock to satisfy her, and Arturo was ready.
Suddenly he heard the roar of Josef's Alfa. When Arturo turned around her found himself caught in the glare of the car's headlights. Arturo jumped to the side of the road and the Alfa skidded to a stop beside him.
"Where were you today?" Josef bellowed in Italian. "In Milano, Josef."
"What are you doing out here?"
"I came back, hours ago." Arturo moved up to the Alfa's open window so that he wouldn't have to shout. Quickly he told Josef that the Signora had sent him into Milano this morning to look for Josef, because Josef hadn't come home the last two nights.
Josef growled, "I was here this morning and Anna was not here."
"Oh, she is here now!" I saw her a short time ago." Arturo stepped closer to the open window and lowered his voice, "I saw the Signora -- with a blond man. A stranger. And they were -- fucking."
"Where?" Josef roared angrily.
And now Arturo lied, because he didn't want Josef to know about the crack in the wall of the shed, or that he'd spied on the Signora. "They -- they were in the vineyards."
Josef gunned the Alfa's engine.
"But they're not there now!" Arturo called out. "Then she must be in the villa." Josef gunned the Alfa and it leaped- forward. The tires kicked up dust that almost engulfed Arturo. He sprinted after the Alfa. By the time Josef had parked it and gotten out, Arturo had also arrived at the villa.
Josef slammed the car door shut and strode to the entrance of the villa. Arturo trotted along behind and followed Josef inside. Josef was so upset and angry that Arturo knew Josef was totally unaware of Arturo's presence.
Josef bounded up the stairs and Arturo sprinted after him. He got to the landing at the moment Josef stepped into the bedroom and flicked on the light And then Josef stood motionless, his big body blocking out most of the lighted doorway. Arturo crept up behind him and peered over Josef's shoulder.
Arturo had expected to see the Signora, but the sight of the strange girl was a delightful surprise. The little blond was sprawled out naked on top of the bed. Arturo's eyes glittered with lust as he viewed the girl's sexy and curved golden body. The tuft of hair at her cunt was like a tiny yellow pillow, and her tits were round and delicious, like ripe fruit. While he stared, he watched her squirming sensually as she came awake and opened her eyes. When she caught sight of Josef, Arturo could have sworn that her nipples began to swell.
"Ciao, Josef," she murmured throatily.
In a low, gravelly voice Josef asked, "Why are you in this room?"
"I like it." She stretched and then rolled onto her side, facing the doorway. Arturo immediately noticed that one tit stuck out straight while the other one rested on the surface of the bed. Her nipples had, indeed, increased in size. Now they were stiff and long and round. Her tousled blonde head rested on one arm.
"Have you brought Arturo to me?"
Josef whipped his head around and found Arturo, peering over his shoulder. Josef felt a surge of anger, finding his employee sharing this confidence, but it was quickly replaced with the humour of the situation.
Josef nodded, and then grinned at Erika. "I promised you would meet him."
"Let me see him!" Erika sat up, to perch on her left buttock. Her knees were bent but her body was turned so that both men had a frontal view.
While she fussed with her hair she felt the passion rising in her pussy and thighs. Her breasts swelled and became heated. After the second torrid session with Tessie that day, Erika had wandered down the hallway. Finding the spacious bed in this room, she'd sprawled out on top of it and fallen asleep. She knew Tessie was so worn out and exhausted that she'd probably not awaken until in the morning.
Now Erika's eyes brightened as Josef stepped to one side and she had her first good look at Arturo. Not only was he dark and handsome, but he had to be hung like a stallion. In the crotch of his trousers was a massive mound, promising a huge schwanz. Erika's hands lightly caressed the undersides of her breasts before she rolled her palms over the ends of her sensitive nipples.
Josef shot a glance at Arturo. In Italian he said, "I promised her a young man. You. Go ahead and fuck her."
Arturo shook his head, the movement almost imperceptible. He was supposed to fuck this blonde -- in the bed that belonged to Josef and the Signora?
"Arturo," Erika purred. "Why don't you come and join me?" Her hands moved away from her nipples. Sensually they slid down the flatness of her stomach and then began to caress the inner sides of her golden thighs.
"Si," Arturo finally heard himself respond. His throat was dry, making his acceptance very husky.
"No clothes, Arturo," Erika murmured. "You be like me." She pivoted on her buttocks and perched on the edge of the bed. Her thighs were spread apart, revealing her yellow fringed cunt.
"Fuck her!" Josef commanded in a low voice. "If my wife is out in the vineyards fucking somebody I don't know, then I want you to fuck this little German bitch in the bed that my wife and I held sacred since the day of our marriage!"
Arturo kicked off his shoes and socks and ripped off his shirt. His fingers clawed at the waistband of his trousers, fighting to get undressed. It didn't matter that he was in the master's bedroom and that Josef would probably stay and watch. Watching Erika's fingertips fondling the lips of her swollen cunt had eradicated his every inhibition.
"Gott im Himmel!" Erika exclaimed as she caught sight of his cock. It was so dark it was almost black. And it was so long and hard that it resembled the big end of a billiard cue. On the very tip of it was the flared crest, taut and blood red as a valentine heart. She had the uncontrollable urge to try to fit it into her mouth.
"Come here," she invited throatily. She extended her arms and as Arturo neared, her hands caressed the stiff and quivering staff. She felt him shiver as she slipped one hand downward between his thighs and cupped his moist balls. His pelvis surged forward, shoving the flared monster head towards her face.
While Erika's hand gently squeezed his balls, the other hand was firmed around his staff. She held it, like the stem of an ice cream cone, while her tongue swirled around the juice-filmed crest. She felt Arturo's hands in her scalp, tearing at her hair. She heard his loud and rapturous groan as she opened her jaws and let the head of his cock slip into her mouth. She let the edges of her front teeth scrape against the rigid staff.
Arturo felt the pain-tinged sensations and pushed his cock into her mouth. The head of it was now pressured against the back of her throat, locked between her surging tongue and the roof of her mouth. He turned his head and caught sight of Josef, watching from the foot of the bed.
Already Arturo felt the fantastic churning of his rushing come. His mouth flew open. As he panted, he complained to Josef, "I -- don't want to her -- to suck me. I want to fuck her -- I have to fuck her!"
And then he clung tightly to the back of Erika's head. He held her against him so that his cock was part way down her spasming throat while the semen jetted out of the end of his cock. She sucked hungrily and swallowed the spurting streams that laced against her throat. Some of the cream slipped out the corners of her mouth. Like tiny icicles the . sticky liquid moved downward, to land on her naked, jutting breasts.
"Now you fuck her!" Josef's voice was clotted with excitement.
Erika pulled her head back and Arturo's cock slipped out of her mouth. He looked down and saw that it was now curved as a rubber hose, the head glistening as red as raw meat. Erika murmured huskily as she wiped the cream from the corners of her mouth and then smeared it onto her nipples.
She hoped she hadn't finished off Arturo because the lust that churned within her was so intense that she couldn't sit still. Her legs went up in the air, she flipped onto the bed and rolled once. Now she was in the center of its spacious surface, sprawled out on her back- Her tongue swabbed her red, swollen lips as she smiled at Arturo and beckoned for him to mount her.
Josef was positioned so that he could see between her forked thighs. Her cunt was red and inflamed, puffed and swollen to resemble a sponge. The reddened, glistening cleft opened and closed spasmodically. I fucked it last night, Josef thought, and now I want to see Arturo fuck it. I want him to fuck her until she begs him to stop.
Through slitted lashes Erika watched Josef. She noted that his hot glance was on her pussy. Maybe if Arturo couldn't get it hard again, Josef's would be hard by now. Why not? She wanted them both. She rolled her hips and bounced her pelvis, beckoning Josef with her lusty movements.
Arturo realized what she was doing. He knew that if he didn't hurry, Josef would tear off his clothes and fall on top of her. Arturo couldn't allow that. He slid onto the bed and his hands groped for the squirming, naked, golden body.
Her skin was hot and slippery. Like a fish she flipped about under his grasp. With a lusty groan he pushed himself on top of her. Her legs immediately lashed themselves around his waist as his hands grabbed her fantastic tits. With her wet, swollen cunt rubbing and mauling his balls and the base of his cock, be felt himself beginning to erect. Every daydream and fantasy he'd had all summer would soon be reality.
Roughly his hands shoved against her knees, breaking the vise around his waist. As her thighs settled onto the bed's surface he plunged his cock into her cleft until 'it was completely sheathed. It was a fiery sleeve. Hot and choked with honey it felt as though he'd shoved his cock into a pot of boiling tomato sauce. He saw Erika's eyes clamp shut. Her mouth flew open as be drove his cock centimetres deeper and welded his pubic thatch to hers.
Arturo felt both the sensations of an exquisite coupling as well as new confidence. Because Josef was watching, he felt as strong as a giant. Josef was the Capo, and he was only an employee, but for once, just once, he meant to prove to Josef that he was the better man.
"Komm!" Erika urged.
"Si!"
Arturo knew that his reply was loud, but he didn't care. He was really fucking her now. Moving his ass up and down, he let the full length of his staff shuttle in and out of her with each stroke. He mauled her tits with his hands, then he bent forward and sucked her long, hard and semen-creamed nipples without interrupting his plunging rhythm. Juice began to seep out of her cunt. It filmed his staff even more and wet the crack of her buttocks. His aching balls tingled when they made contact with her asshole.
He knew that he was fucking her real good. Erika squirmed and rolled her hips. Her sheath became a twirling, gripping hand that resisted his cock's plunging. Now she'd pulled up her legs and bent them at the knees. Her feet were planted on the bed's surface. She mumbled gutturally while her pelvis found fresh strength and jarred against his pelvis with short jolts.
Then she stifled a lusty scream, arched under him. Because she was climaxing, he rammed his cock into her, then squirmed his pelvis so that the matt of his hair ground against the fluid mound of her clitoris. Fresh sauce inundated his staff and it increased his ferocity.
His hands dipped under her. His fingertips clawed and tugged at the hard mound cheeks of her ass. She gasped lustily and her buttocks quivered. That's the way he wanted to finish fucking her -- from the back -- with the heated globes of her ass bouncing against his stomach. He jerked his cock out of her, set his knees outside her thighs, and flipped her over. She landed on her stomach.
"Encore, Arturo!" Erika urged.
For a second he was content to look down at himself and her. His erect cock angled out from his crotch, the head flared and the staff ribbed with the swollen veins. Below it he saw the rounded, golden hillocks of her ass. They pitched and swayed. Slowly they began to rise.
Arturo's hands swept erratically over her shoulders and back, and came to rest on her curved hips. He gripped them and drew her up so that the crack of her ass became firmed against the underside of his cock. He leaned forward. His hands slipped under her and found her tits. Although they were now suspended, they were taut and swollen, the long nipples as hard as sticks. He brushed his palms over the nipples. He swept his hands down her heaving stomach and buried his fingertips of one hand in her big, dripping cunt. That's where he meant to bury his cock.
Erika must have wanted him to do that very thing, too. She was positioned on her forearms while her ass stuck up in the air. Arturo lowered his pelvis. The head of his cock slipped under her and found the lush, hanging folds of her cunt. As he penetrated her it felt large and flaccid, but as he burrowed deeper, ecstatic tremors streaked through his groin.
"Mama mia!" Arturo mumbled.
"You like?" Erika gurgled. Like a rocking horse she began to move frontward and backward, letting her cuntal sheath again scrape against Arturo's throbbing staff.
In a gravely voice Josef inquired whether Arturo enjoyed it.
"Si!" Arturo replied.
Arturo had completely forgotten about Josef's presence until he'd spoken a moment ago. Knowing that Josef was still there stimulated the . sensations that crackled in Arturo's groin.
Savagely Arturo snapped his hips forward Like a battering ram his cock shot into Erika's cunt. He heard her quick and quavering intake of breath. As he held his cock all the way inside of her she began to whimper and moan. Her sheath twitched in powerful rhythm. Her buttocks began to quiver and jerk, soon her entire body began to quake erratically. Suddenly she stiffened and remained rigid while she wailed, as though the sensations were excruciating.
Arturo's sensations made him light headed and rocketed him into a height of supreme elation. The ecstasy was almost unbelievable, a new and beautiful experience. Last night he'd squirted all over Tessie even before he'd gotten his cock into her, and tonight he was fucking Erika, confident that he could continue to do so for a long time.
"Arturo, Arturo," Erika babbled. She was resting on her breasts, but she continued to roll her buttocks in slow, sensual circles. That leisurely movement made her cuntal sheath corkscrew around his imbedded cock, maintaining the same fantastic level of ecstasy that clogged his groin.
Arturo's hands went to her breasts. They were hot and swollen. And they must have been extremely sensitive because the caresses of his hands increased the rhythm of Erika's panting. His cock felt thicker and longer than it had ever felt before, as though it were growing in the juice and manipulations of her cuntal sheath.
"You like, Erika?"
"Ja! Ja! Is gut, sehr gut!"
Anna, standing unobserved outside in the dark hallway, stared through the doorway into her lighted bedroom. Clearly visible at the foot of the bed was Josef. He'd unbuttoned the front of his shirt and his shirttail was out of his trousers. His mouth hung slack as he stared hotly at Arturo and the blonde girl on the bed. Arturo remained on his knees behind her, his stomach rubbing against her buttocks. She rocked sensually beneath him while he mauled her suspended breasts.
Anna had meant to call out and let her presence be known when she'd arrived on the stairway landing, but when she'd heard the sounds of lust-laden voices, her hand had gone to her mouth. It still remained there now, her fingers pressed against her lips.
After she'd taken a long walk through the vineyards that she loved, she'd returned to the villa. Immediately she'd caught sight of the Fiat which Arturo had taken to Milano, as well as Josef's Alfa. Josef had come home! Quickly she'd run into the villa. When she found the downstairs deserted she'd scurried up the stairs.
And now she moved back a step into the darkness as she heard Josef, speaking in Italian.
"Arturo -- you want to feel something special -- you fuck her in the asshole!"
Arturo asked sarcastically, "Do you speak from experience?"
"Si!" Josef's hoarse and gravely voice was laced with impatience. "Last night in Santa Margerita I finished up with her -- by fucking her in the asshole."
"And it was good?"
"You can't believe how good," Josef replied
Arturo s cock still throbbed in Erika's cunt. She began to increase the tempo of her fidgeting. "Encore!" she urged impatiently.
"Do itl" Josef urged in Italian.
Arturo's panting became louder, just thinking about letting his cock ram into her tight anal passage. His hands grabbed Erika's hips while he slowly withdrew his sensitive, rigid staff. He felt the air against it, trying to cool it, but he was so horny that nothing could soften his cock now. Except maybe having it explode inside of her anal slot.
He shoved his cock head between the cheeks of her ass. The sensation was fantastic. The folds of her cunt had been wet and loose, but the valley of her buttocks was tight and slightly moist. He shifted and worked his hips until the knob of his cock pressured against the fiery, constricted opening.
"Encore!" Erika urged. She shoved up her buttocks and held them motionless, waiting for the brutal thrust of his hot rod.
Arturo began to shove his pelvis forward. Now he was delighted that the head of his cock was slippery with her cuntal juice because it made it easier for his cock head to force aside the flanges of her opening. He popped his hips forward. Now the tight ring of muscles were clamped around the groove just below the end of his cock.
"Arturo!" Erika mumbled. "Komm!"
She began to sway on her arms and knees. She began to move backward, inviting the full thrust of the wonderful shaft that had burrowed into her tingling, backside. So exquisite were the sensations in his cock head that Arturo had to burrow it in deeper. "Like this?" he asked Josef.
"Si!" Josef barked his approval.
Now Arturo's cock was about halfway inside of her. As Erika continued to brace herself, he shoved and powered until his shaft had completely disappeared. Mama mia, already he felt the churning indications of an excruciating explosion.
Hoarsely Josef inquired in Italian, "Isn't that something special?
Arturo's pelvis began to rock, working his cock in and out. "Si! Very special, Josef!"
Josef asked, "Is that the way he was fucking my wife when you saw them, Arturo?"
Arturo vaguely heard the question. His arms were clamped around Erika's middle. One hand held and squeezed the opposite lush suspended tit while the other hand sluiced around in her flaccid cunt. He nodded, while the beautiful tremors coursed through his groin.
"Answer me!" Josef repeated. "Was he fucking my wife in the ass like this?"
"Ah -- si -- si -- " Arturo sucked in his breath, and his body began to shake. Both of his hands now mauled the dripping, spasming folds of her cunt while he rocked back and forth on his knees, plunging his quivering cock in and out of her asshole.
"Then I will kill her!" Josef grated.
"No - no --" Arturo's voice faded out as he felt the powerful come ballooning in his cock.
"Komm! Komm!"
She gasped breathlessly and lurched backwards as she felt the massive hotness of his cock suddenly rupture Cyclones of rapture swirled through her groin and into her buttocks. Then the jolting spurts of semen ignited the exquisite peak of her climax. Arturo's fingers, mauling her pussy and clitoris, sent rich and wonderous tremors through her pelvis and then her body. Her buttocks spasmed and tingled. Wave after wave of rapture surged through her, sucked all the passion and strength out of her and left her completely satisfied and numb.
Anna whirled away, to blot out the scene, and then slipped quietly down the dark stairway. Josef's threat to kill her still reverberated in her ears. Her first thought bad been to run away, to go to her sister in Udine and hide from Josef. But when she now came out of the villa she thought of Mike, sleeping in the wine shed.
Inside the villa Arturo continued to punch weakly until his cock softened and became limp. He let Erika slip out of his gasp, and she crumpled onto the bed's surface. Then he toppled forward. One arm rested across the small of her back as he lay exhausted on his stomach.
Nine
Mike awakened to find a hand shaking his shoulder.
"Mike!" Anna called out softly in the darkness.
"What - what's the matter?"
"My husband -- he is back. He is going to kill me! Help me, Mike!"
Mike jumped erect and blinked rapidly. It required a few seconds for Mike to get oriented, and then he realized that he, was on the blanket in the wine shed where he'd fucked Anna. How long had he been asleep? He couldn't guess, but he noted that the door to the wine shed stood ajar. It was night outside. He was still naked.
He jumped to his feet and searched for his clothes. "Josef is going to kill you? Are you sure?"
"Si!" I beard him speak -- about five minutes ago!"
"Why would he want to do that?"
"No time!" she whispered urgently. "Come with me, Mike. Hurry!"
He still hadn't comprehended everything she'd told him, but he slipped into his trousers. Anna's hand gripped his arm.
"Come!" she urged. "We must hide!" As she left his side she added, "Bring your blanket. Everything."
He threw his things Into the blanket, then grabbed it and his pack and followed her outside. The moment he stepped through the doorway her hand firmed on his arm and led him forward. "Come, Mike. I show you!"
Mike's quick, backward glance revealed that there was a light showing at one of the villa's windows. Anna was urging him to hurry. He trotted along beside her, letting her guide him down the dark row between the grapevines. The dirt and hard clods hurt his bare feet, but he gritted his teeth and kept up with her. After about five minutes she began to slow down. As their pace decreased to a walls, Mike slipped his free arm around her waist.
He felt the responsive brush of her cheek against his bare shoulder. Her lush, hot body, rubbing occasionally against him, was like an aphrodisiac. He slid his hand up and fitted it over her tit.
She slipped out of his embrace. "Here," she whispered. "No one find us here." Her hand gripped his. She led him into a' clump of grapevines, so thick and verdant that they blotted out the sliver of moon.
She sank to the ground and pulled him down with her. Softly she said, "Josef cannot find us here."
Mike pivoted around on his butt and tried to get a glimpse of her face, but it was impossible to see in the darkness. His hand crept up her arm, touched the side of her neck, and then nestled against her jaw.
Anna," he whispered. "What's going on?"
And then in slow and halting English she explained what had happened Mike frowned and shook his head in disbelief while he reviewed the things she'd told him.
Josef, her husband, was in her bedroom, watching Arturo, the employee, while the latter fucked a little German girl? He repeated it to Anna, and then waited for her to confirm it.
"Si, Mike."
"But why would Josef want to kill you?"
"Because -- Arturo saw us in the wine shed this evening."
"Arturo told Josef that?"
"Si."
Mike continued to probe. "What did Arturo tell your husband we were doing?"
It was quite a while before Anna replied. "Arturo -- said he saw us -- and you were -" She paused. Then she continued, "How you say the word in English -- you spoke it to me -- si, I remember-fuck! Arturo say to my husband -- you fuck me in the back."
In the asshole? Mike stared thoughtfully into the darkness. Was that really what Arturo meant? Mike now slipped his arm around Anna's shoulders. Hell, he knew that he hadn't fucked her in that spot, therefore Arturo had to be lying about the entire thing.
Mike asked, "And because of that -- Josef said he'd kill you?"
"Si. I hear Josef say -- Josef he do it in the back -- last night in Santa Margerita -- to the girl on the bed now with Arturo."
"Well," Mike tried to comfort her. "what the hell is the big deal with Josef? Fairs fair, isn't it?"
"I do not know," Anna replied. "I am very afraid."
Mike's arm tightened around her shoulders and pulled her against him. "Don't worry. Like you said, nobody will find us here." He dropped his arm, got on his knees, and unrolled his blanket.
Anna's voice came to him through the darkness. 'Why -- why Josef go to Milano and Santa Margerita to -- to fuck young girls? You tell me, Mike."
Mike was busy, placing his shaving things and personal belongings in a pile at the base of a gnarled grapevine. He considered Anna's question. He'd been wondering about that very same thing himself. Why would Josef go out looking for young stuff? Probably because he wasn't getting any of the stuff in the villa. Mike couldn't understand it. Anna was one of the hottest and sexiest cants he'd ever met. Was she this way only with someone other than Josef?
Now that Mike had spread out the blanket, he stood up and slipped out of his trousers. The night air felt good against his naked body. He rubbed the insides of his thighs and felt his balls and erection brush up against his knuckles.
Then he asked Anna, "Don't you sleep with Josef?"
"Si, si!" She was very emphatic. "All the timer!"
"Just sleep-no fucking?"
"Si." Her response was not as quick as the one before. "When we first marry -- we fuck much."
"And now?"
"No," she replied. "I want him -- siempre, always, but -- he no want me."
Mike dropped to his knees on the blanket. "Why?"
"I do not know," she answered sadly.
He reached out and touched her. He took her hand and pulled her towards him. "Tell me all about it. Lie down here on the blanket with me and just talk, Anna."
He heard the rustling of her clothes. He guided her with his hand and brought her onto the blanket beside him. He put his arm around her and pulled her backwards. She settled down on her back next to him. He lay on his side with his arm crooked under the back of her neck. Her arm fell against him, and her hand brushed up against his erection. Immediately she jerked her hand, but she returned it, letting it rest lightly on the inside of his thigh.
"No clothes?" she whispered, the passion husking her voice.
"No clothes."
"All the time you want to fuck me. Why Josef no want to all the time? He is a good man -- Josef. I am a good woman. Very rich. A virgin when we marry. I wait to many a good man. No man before my husband. Just a good woman, with multi lire, a nice villa, many, many grapes, wine and spumante."
While she'd been talking, Mike had feathered his fingers between her naked thighs, moving up the hem of her dress. She hadn't resisted him, she'd merely clamped her thighs together. Mike's hand was trapped against her panties.
"Why Josef not feel me like this?" she asked.
Mike was content not to press the attack between her legs. He pulled out his hand and then it slid upward, over the material of her dress stretched over her belly until it found her breasts. Then he said, "When you're in bed with Josef-do you tell him about the grapes and the money and the fact that you're such a good, and rich woman?"
"Si. I tell him always."
Honey, Mike though, if I had a rich wife and she kept flaunting her wealth whenever I felt like fucking her, she'd turn me off, too.
Now his hands had begun to fondle her tits. He heard the quick intake of her breath. She began to squirm. Through her dress and the .bra he felt the heat permeating from her tits.
"Take off your clothes, Anna.'
"Si. I do. Then I think you are Josef." She stood up and began to undress.
"The hell with that," Mike muttered.
"Come? What you say?"
"Nothing. Forget it. Come on down here on the blanket with me. Hurry."
"I -- I hurry." Her clothing rustled in the darkness. He imagined her tits swinging free and naked while she stepped out of her panties. Moments later she settled down beside him, rubbing her hot, moist skin against his body.
Immediately he rolled into her, quivering because of the naked contact of their two bodies. He shoved her onto her back. While he kissed her he moved his hand between her thighs. Now her legs were parted, waiting for his caress. Her tongue was a fiery eel that tickled the inside of his mouth.
She choked back a groan, whipped her mouth from his, and pulled him on top of her. The head of his seeping cock drove into her lubricated cunt at the first probe, and a moment later her hot and pulsating cunt had completed sheathed his staff. Ravenously he kissed the towering breasts. He licked their taut and fiery slopes, and then he mauled and suckled on her nipples. Her arms were lashed around the back of his neck and she held his face tightly against her breast.
"Mike, mi amorer!" Her hips rolled and shifted, then slammed against his each time he drove his cock into her. He caught the scent of the warm earth, the green of the vineyards, her lusty and perspiring body. Savagely he ran his flaming cock in and out of her twisting and swirling sheath. Ecstasy welled up in his crotch.
His come was already on its way, churning and rocking in his groin before it streaked through his balls and throbbing staff. He imbedded his cock, so that his hair was mashed against her black thicket, and let the rapture leave his body and sluice into the depths of her spasming well.
"You stay," she murmured, locking him against her with arms and legs. "Stay -- here --"
He was more than happy to remain on top of the lush, hot body. The receding spasms of her cuntal sheath sent surges of rapture through his limbs His eyes closed and he was content to bask in the luxury of her cunt and body. He considered her a good woman. He'd consider her a good woman, even if she didn't have a single lira.
He awakened when he heard muffled footsteps. As he sat upright he saw that it was morning. Outside the grape arbour the sun had tinted the earth with gold. He caught sight of a shadow. Anna, fully dressed, lowered her head so that she wouldn't bump it on the vines and entered the secluded arbour.
"Buon giorna, Mike."
He felt a twinge of disappointment that he'd fallen asleep on top of her. He'd wasted the entire night sleeping when he could have been fucking her. It wasn't too late now.
He motioned to her. "Come back to the blanket."
She shook her head. There was a thoughtful look on her face. "Now I know," she said.
"What?"
She stood at the edge of the blanket and looked down at him. "I think. I think all night, Mike. And I know why Josef not fuck me. Because I speak too much about my grapes, my villa, my lire. Josef does not like -- when I speak like that. Josef -- he have nothing -- when we marry."
Mike had propped himself on his elbows while she talked. Maybe she did have the answer. Good for her. He saw that his erection was beginning to droop. Even before he realized what was happening his cock had already figured it out. It was all over now with Anna. Mike got to his knees and reached for his clothes. It was time to move on, anyway.
"You tell Josef -- for me," Anna said.
As Mike slid into his trousers he shook his head. 'No, Anna. Josef is your husband -- you have to tell him."
"He is very mad. You tell him -- maybe he understand, and then he is not so mad. Then I tell him."
After he'd pulled up his zipper he turned to face her. The look on her face and the desperation in her eyes hit him in the guts. What the hell. Why not? On his way out he'd go by the Villa Fiore, talk to Josef, tell him where he could find Anna, and then leave.
"All right, Anna."
"Grazie, grazie, mi amore!" "She embraced him warmly and showered kisses on his mouth and cheek.
"You're welcome." He dropped to his knees, shoved his belongings into the blanket, rolled it up and closed his pack. Anna helped him slip his shoulders through the straps, and then he walked out of the arbour without looking back.
He stopped only long enough to take a leak, and then he continued towards the villa. It seemed very quiet and deserted. First he called out, and when no one answered he took off his pack and put it against the outside wall of the villa. There was no one inside the villa either. Mike checked every room.
Quickly he returned to the grape arbour and told Anna what he'd found. He saw the look of disappointment that flashed across her face.
"Josef -- gone." Anna was obviously shaken.
"Arturo and the blonde girl, too, because there is no one in the villa." He smiled at her. "Come with me, Anna. I'll wait with you at the villa. Well both wait for Josef."
She didn't like the suggestion but finally Mike was able to talk her into it. When they got to the villa she immediately busied her in the kitchen. She cooked a tremendous breakfast. Mike and Anna then sat down and ate.
When they'd finished breakfast Josef still hadn't arrived and so Mike went outside and sprawled out in the shade of the big tree. As he stared up at the leaves and branches, he had the urge to get up, get his pack, and get out of there. But he'd promised Anna, and so he stalled, waiting for Josef to return.
It was almost high noon when he heard the sound of a powerful motor. Mike sat up and squinted down the driveway. A flashy sports car was approaching. Behind the wheel sat a young girl, with long strands of caramel-hued hair. She parked near the villa.
Her glance appraised the area as she got out of the car. Her white blouse with the low neckline fitted her tightly. Braless tits stuck out like a couple of oversized bullets. The slacks were also white and tight, moulded to curvy hips and small round buttocks.
Mike got to his feet As she approached him warily she spoke softly in Italian.
"I don't understand, doll."
"You are American?"
"That's right. And it's obvious you're Italian." He shook his head in disbelief as his glance clung to the curved and sexy body. Every cunt he met immediately turned him on. This doll had a wild body. Every movement, every flick of her. head suggested a volcano of passion bubbling inside the horny body.
"My name is Mike."
"Dina."
He nodded in the direction of the villa. "You are a friend of Anna and Josef?"
She nodded while she continued to study him through dark lashes. "And you -- you are a friend, also?"
"Yes." He hadn't stretched the truth too far.
"An American friend?"
"That's right."
"I have an uncle in Chicago. Some day I go to Chicago. I am a model. From Milano."
She put a hand on a rounded hip and posed for him. He figured she must have appreciated his hot glance because the nipples hardened and their arousal was evident under the tight blouse.
"When you come to America, you can look me up anytime, Dina"
"You are from Chicago?" "California."
That must have been the key word because she moved nearer to him. Her hips swayed and her glance was one of open lust. She licked parted lips. "If you are a friend of Josef -- you must also be very rich."
"I've got it made, Dina." He grinned at her. "Josef is not here."
She shrugged. " Is all right." She turned slowly, letting her glance appraise the acres of vineyards spread out beyond them. "I have never been here before. You like to show me?" She gestured lazily with one hand.
Mike glanced beyond her and saw Anna standing in the doorway of the villa. When Anna saw that Mike was looking in her direction, she motioned with her hand that she didn't want the girl to see her. Then she disappeared inside.
"Sure," Mike told Dina. "I'll show you around until Josef comes back."
"We do not need Josef."
"Of course not." He began to move away from the villa, and Dina fell in step beside him.
She walked near him so that her shoulder and arm brushed up against him occasionally. In her throaty voice she told him she'd modelled nighties and panties, hosiery, as well as outer garments, and then she mentioned names of designers she considered the best in Milano, Roma, Paris and London. Mike had heard of none of them, but he let her talk. Moving further away from the villa, towards the outlying buildings, seemed to make her as horny as he.
Automatically, it seemed, both of them stopped near the entrance to an old flat-topped building made of sod.
"What is in there?" Dina asked.
Without answering Mike moved forward, opened the latch, and shoved the creaking old wooden door inward. His glance flicked about the interior. The building might have served as a storeroom for wine and wine bottles at one time. Now the level dirt floor was almost spotless, the interior was clean and tidy. Almost half of the building had been taken up by furniture. Odds and ends. A table here, chairs, dressers, all antique, heavy and solid. And there was also a big, stolid bed with a mounded quilt on top of it. Apparently this building was now being used as a catch-all for furniture.
Mike felt Dina brush by him as she stepped into the cool, dim interior. For a moment she glanced about, the way Mike had done. Then she began to walk towards the bed.
"Look at this," she said throatily. "I remember as a child -- in Austria on a visit -- I sleep on a featherbed." She leaned forward and her extended fingers probed the soft mound. "Yes," she added, "it is like I remember."
Mike stared at the slacks stretched over her rounded buttocks as he came up behind her. Slowly Dina turned to face him. He saw the wild light in her eyes. Her lips were parted. Restlessly her hands fidgeted with the strands of long, dark hair.
Mike said, "I've never been on a featherbed."
"Come." She gripped his wrist. "You try it."
His free hand came up and settled over her left, jutting tit. He clenched his fingers, letting his fingernails dig into the blouse that covered the bulging mound. "Why don't. we both try it?"
"Si."
His hands slid to her waist and gripped the bottom of her blouse. As he tugged on it she raised her arms over her head. He skinned the blouse off her. Rare to the waist, her dusky tits jutted out elegantly. The nipples were thick and swollen, almost black with passion. Her tits swayed erotically back and forth as she fidgeted with the waistband of her slacks. She shoved them downward, then settled her naked butt on the edge of the bed.
Mike pulled off her sandals. Then he, grabbed one leg of her slacks with each hand and pulled them off her. As though overwhelmed by her own nakedness she kicked her legs joyfully in the air.
Mike stared at her crotch. Her cunt and the skin around it was as smooth and soft as the rest of her body. A ton of fiery blood shot into. his cock as he visualized the sensation of running his pole into that shaven box. He slid out of his trousers and his cock jumped out of its confinement, thick and rigid as a baseball bat.
She leaned backward and propped herself up on her elbows. Her legs were forked and extended, inviting him to slide between them. The tits were so aroused and taut that they seemed to strain, trying to touch the low ceiling.
Mike walked up to her. He let his hands ride along the outsides of her legs while he gazed hypnotically at the fidgeting shaven cunt. He dipped his knees and the head of his cock descended. Deftly, he shoved it into her hot and lubricated cleft. Her legs clamped around his waist, and then he straightened his legs, and Dina was speared on the end of his rod He jiggled his hips, then drove his cock into her. He pressured his pelvis against hers and held his cock deeply imbedded. The sensation of her soft and slippery cunt rubbing, against his pubic mat was wild.
She swung her torso forward and grabbed his arms. Then she bounced and twisted against him. Her tight sheath swirled around his shaft while her nipples punched against his chest. She panted and moaned huskily, straining her pelvis against his to accelerate the rush of her climax.
Mike fell forward, letting her drop into the mound of the featherbed. She almost disappeared from sight as the softness enveloped her. He continued to drive his cock in and out of her while his hand plucked-at her rigid nipples.
She squealed lustily and her pelvis was a flurry of excited movements. Mike drove his cock all the way in. Beautiful sensations crackled through his body as the juice jetted out of him.
Dina continued to buck and moan under him, talking excitedly in Italian. Suddenly she began to speak English. "You are the best! Josef --okay -- but you - benessimo!"
"You had Josef?" Mike asked.
"Si -- in Milano. Two nights ago."
Mike pushed himself off the top of her and stood up. She sat upright. Her hands were sensual as they caressed his slippery cock. "I eat you now. You come here. Very good. I suck you good."
Mike braced himself in front of her, feeling the experienced and flickering sensations of her tongue. It twirled around the rim of his cock, stabbed at its vertical opening, and then she shoved her head forward, taking his hardening tool into her mouth.
Jesus, the women around her fucked and sucked like demons! What caused it? The air? The wine? The spumante? Ecstasy thundered up and down his spine as the head of his cock was being massaged by her contracting throat. He gritted his teeth as her hand slid between his thighs. Briefly it squeezed its balls before a fingertip began to probe at his asshole.
His cock was like an overgrown salami, locked in her throat. Her finger was a mechanical corkscrew that twirled and delved about in his asshole. The sensations in his cock and buttocks blended together to form a huge, ecstatic bolt that stiffened his spine.
Weakly he surged his hips back and forth. His came was slow and delicious, but then it began to dribble out of the end of his cock. Her powerful suctioning continued unabated, drawing the droplets that were still swirling around in his balls.
All he thought about was if he d fucked her better than Josef, she'd sucked him better than anyone.
Ten
Erika waited until Arturo and Tessie had entered the hotel room, then she closed the door and locked it from the inside. Arturo and Tessie stood quietly while Erika's glance examined the room,
The hotel was one of the older ones in Milan. It was not as modern as some of the others, but there was a big bed and it had a bathroom. The cost of the room had been reasonable and Erika had slipped the clerk at the desk almost the same amount as the rental for a tip. She was positive that they would not be disturbed. She unrolled Tessie's blanket roll and brought out the liter bottle of red wine shed slipped in there earlier.
Tessie said, "Sure, and I didn't see you hide that in there."
Erika's eyes twinkled as she handed the bottle to Arturo. "You open it, ja?"
Arturo felt strangely excited. His cock throbbed in his crotch now that he found himself in a hotel room with the two girls. It had been only this morning, when Josef had awakened him in the Villa Fiore, that Arturo had learned that Tessie had been asleep in one of the other rooms. Arturo wasn't too excited now about Tessie being here and he kept glancing at Erika.
In her blouse and short skirt she moved sexily across the room and pulled the shades down on the window. Then she turned on the lights. Arturo had seen Josef slip Erika some lira when Arturo had dropped the trio off in downtown Milan. Arturo idly wondered how much of the money Erika had spent on this room.
Tessie fanned her face with her hand. "How much wine did we have to drink already?"
Erika shrugged. "I did not count the glasses." She winked at Arturo. "Did you count? Uno, due --?"
"No," Arturo replied.
After Josef had dropped them off and then departed, the trio had spent some time in a bar just off the Galleria. Arturo had bought a bottle of wine, and while they sipped it they had chatted of many things. Erika, sitting between the couple, had favoured them equally with occasional caresses on Arturo's and Tessie's thighs. When she'd believed that the wine and the touches had achieved the effect that she wanted, she'd talked them into getting a room at the hotel. They could all sleep there that night and then go their separate ways in the morning.
Now Erika began to get undressed. She pulled off her blouse and wriggled out of her skirt. She ignored the two pieces of clothing crumpled on the floor and moved towards Arturo. Her drumtight tits stuck out in front of her, scarcely bouncing as she walked. She took the bottle from Arturo.
"What are you doing, Erika?" Tessie inquired.
Erika flung aside the cork which Arturo had loosened, then took the bottle with her as she slid onto the bed "Now we drink some more and talk, ja?" She put the neck of the bottle to her lips and drank thirstily.
Tessie noted that Arturo was quickly getting out of his clothes. Hot and wild sensations churned through Arturo's crotch. Seeing Erika naked made him remember last night. His cock stuck rigidly out in front of him now as he finished undressing. The sensations he'd felt the night before, fucking Erika while Josef watched, had been unbelievable. He couldn't wait to get onto the bed and fuck Erika again while Tessie watched.
His knees slid onto the bed's surface. He leaned forward and his hands groped for Erika's delicious, jutting tits. She brushed his hands aside and offered him the wine bottle. "Sit down, Arturo. Next to me. When Tessie gets naked, we all three sit here and talk."
Tessie's shoulders rested against the wall- and watched Arturo drinking from the bottle. Tessie felt strangely light headed. She knew it couldn't be the wine that she'd drunk, because she'd had her share of whisky before. No, it wasn't just the wine. It had to be the way her heart was pounding, and the heat streaming through her pelvis. Her vagina glowed as she recalled the way it had tingled when Erika's hot body had lusted against her. Even a glance at Arturo's dark and stiff erection ignited a wild and wonderful stirring within her.
As though she were watching herself in a dream, Tessie realized that she'd already taken off her, blouse. Her breasts, though small, were swollen. Hard and painful they rode her chest like a couple of crimson balls. The shorts slid down her legs and she stepped out of them.
"Come over here!" Erika called out. She patted the bed on the opposite side of her. "Arturo -- wine for Tessie."
"Thank you, Arturo." Tessie took the offered wine bottle and sat cross-legged on the bed like the other two. While she tipped up the bottle and let the wine slide down her throat she heard Erika's voice.
"We talk now. We tell stories. True or imagination. Whatever you like. The best feelings in life. The best feelings in life when you fuck, ja? You start, Tessie."
Tessie shook her head. "Oh, no, Erika. I couldn't. I just couldn't. You start, Erika. Tell us about your -- best feelings."
Erika nodded thoughtfully, then slyly winked at Arturo. "You think I tell about last night, ja? She took the bottle from Tessie and took another sip.
"No," Erika continued. "I tell you about Rico. From Lisbon. He had a schwanz --" she extended her hands to indicate its length, "-- like that." She crooked her forefinger slightly. "It go -- like that -- a little to the left. He fuck me -- maybe two -- three times. Gott im Himmel -- he went deep! And then, spaeter -- later, he want to put it here." She indicated the valley of her breasts. "Ja. Erika handed.the bottle to Arturo. "Rico put it there. He sit on me."
Arturo forgot to drink because Erika had captured his attention.
She continued, "Now, his schwanz in here." Her hands shoved the swollen tits together. "I push, to make it tight for him. Rico -- he spit on his cock before -- so very slippery in my breasts, ja? Oooooo, it feel good! It feel better when his hand go between my legs and behind me. He twist a little around so -- his fingers now down at my asshole. I feel his finger slip into me -- ooooooo, it go in very deep! I have very, very big orgasm. Very deep it move around, turn, and is very, very good! I have very, very big orgasm. He has very, very big orgasm. His cream - ja -- like bullets shoot out of his schwanz, and I catch it with my mouth. Hot, very hot juice fly into my mouth, and I have another -- very, very big orgasm."
While Erika had been describing her experience, her legs had slowly parted. Now she sat with the soles of her feet planted on the bed's surface. Her pelvis moved rhythmically up and down as she stared down at her cunt with lust-filmed eyes.
"Errka!" Arturo's voice was hoarse. He fell forward, his mouth aimed at her bobbing cunt.
Erika slammed her legs together. Her knees banged against Arturo's ears. "You talk now, Arturo."
Arturo sat upright, then sheepishly drank from the bottle. Erika smiled at Tessie.
You talk, Tessie."
While Erika had been telling about Rico, Tessie had imagined the thick, hot cock locked between her own breasts and the finger delving into her backside. Her thighs had now become flaccid. Her pussy felt so large and swollen that it seemed capable of enveloping both Arturo's cock and his balls.
"Yes," Tessie replied. She spoke softly but her words were laced with excitement "Yesterday, Erika -" she sent a quick glance at the blonde, "-- when you moved your breast so that the nipple touched my pussy and clitoris -- I wanted to scream because of the delirium!"
Arturo stared at Tessie with new interest. He'd been able to understand most of what Erika and Tessie had said, but the passion in Tessie's voice had excited him the most. He dug his buttocks into the surface of the bed, then set the wine bottle on the floor. He was now stretched out on his back.
Tessie's voice was clotted with passion. "Now you tell us, Arturo!" Her glance was almost hypnotic as she stared at the dark log of swollen meat and muscle that throbbed against his belly.
"Ja,- Erika agreed. "You speak!",
"Eo -- l --" His hands flailed the air. "I speak English -- very bad. I cannot explain -- very good --"
"You must, Arturo! You must!' Tessie lurched forward. Her hand shot out and her fingers curled around Arturo's cock.
"Let him speak!"
Erika's fingernails clawed at Tessie's shoulders and tried to pull the redhead away from Arturo. Tessie continued to squirm forward until she'd fitted the valley of her breasts against Arturo's cock. While Tessie squirmed her shoulders so that her breast mauled the log of meat, Erika. felt the hot and feverish skin of Tessie under her fingertips. Erika's arms slid around the redhead's writhing body and rubbed her cunt against Tessie s buttock.
Erika then began to lick Tessie's back while her hands slipped into Tessies groin. As Erika's tongue tingled and lapped the squirming Tessie, Erika's fingers caressed the red-fringed cunt. Erika's fingers worried the glowing bud of Tessie's clitoris and pulled apart and shoved together the mounded lips of the redhead's cleft.
"Oh, Arturo!" Tessie mumbled. Her tongue snaked out and rolled across her lips. She pushed herself off of Arturo, lifting her tits from his cock. Her head moved downward. Hungrily Tessies tongue began to lick Arturo's staff. With long strokes she licked it from its hairy base to the flared- and taut crest.
Arturo squirmed and rocked back and forth on his shoulders, wanting to fuck both of them at the same time. His flailing arms felt Erika's moist shoulders, strands of hair, and the back of Tessie's bobbing head.
Tessie's writhing body, weighted down by Erika, began to squirm forward. The weight of the two girls brought pangs, of pain as Tessie slid across his hot and aching cock. He rolled his hips. His arms grabbed Tessie and pulled her against him. He felt the hot and boiling core of her cunt begin to maul his cock. He fidgeted and probed, and suddenly his cock slid into a fiery cleft. Tessie screamed with joy.
Tessie clamped her eyes shut and savored the thick, burning staff that had impaled her and now lay imbedded within her, pushing into her belly. The sensation matched that of Erika's tongue, lapping at her buttocks. So great was the ecstasy that strummed with her sheath and crackled through her buttocks that Tessie didn't realize that Arturo, a male, was actually fucking her. She whimpered gleefully as his mouth firmed around one of her nipples and tried to rip it out of her breast.
That served to increase the sensuous rapture that streaked through her. She pushed her buttocks into the air, then groaned lustily as Erika's wild and licking tongue began to swirl around in the valley of her buttocks. Suddenly Tessie held herself rigid. The tip of Erika's tongue had begun to jab and probe at her spasming anal orifice.
Arturo's cock became unsheathed as Tessie jutted her ass into the air. He shot his hips towards the ceiling, driving his cock upwards. For a second it was buried inside of Tessie's sheath again. He dropped his butt to the bed. The redhead's boa was hot and tight, and it gave him fantastic pleasure. But why didn't she pump her hips and increase the sensations?
Erika was now so aroused that her movements became erratic. Flopping onto her hard and aching breasts between Arturo's legs, her tongue stabbed and flicked at the point of their coupling. She licked and sucked at the juices that welled out of Tessie's cunt and creamed Arturo's cock. But every time she moved her head closer, Tessie pulled up her hips, or Arturo shot his hips in the air, and Erika's lusty mouth and tongue were denied their objective.
With a guttural oath Erika shoved Tessie away from Arturo. The instant Tessie toppled to one side and Arturo's cock slipped out of the redhead, Erika had grabbed the slippery erection with both hands.
Quickly she squirmed forward and guided his cock between her swollen tits so that they enveloped the hot and quivering staff. She rolled her shoulders. The lubrication clinging to his cock was transferred to the inner sides of her tingling breasts. She got onto her knees and tipped forward, letting the weight of her body pressure her breasts against his cock while her buttocks rose higher.
Arturo rocked helplessly under Erika's weight, still not understanding why Tessie had suddenly fallen off the top of him. His pelvis moved up and down and he drove his cock into the tight and constricting valley of the blonde's breasts. It felt good, but it didn't feel as good as cunt. His hands grabbed Erika's hair. He pulled roughly and tried to get her to move upwards on him so that he could drive his cock into her cunt.
"Erika!" Tessie wailed. Her uterus was on fire, the aching void still remembered the thrust of Arturo's cock. Now her vagina and uterus spasmed and pained for the sensations that would ignite her orgasm. Tessie lurched forward. In her eagerness and rush to find the ecstacy that she craved, she knocked Erika off the top of Arturo's bridging body.
Arturo sat upright and shoved the moist and squirming bodies away from him. Erika landed on her back. Erika grabbed Tessie and pulled the redhead down on top of her.
With a muffled cry of passion Tessie drove her head into the juncture of Erika's thighs. As Tessie's searching mouth made contact with Erika's moist pussy, Tessie felt Erika's hands pulling her hips downward. Instantly Erika's tongue drilled into Tessie's inflamed cunt while Tessie sucked and swirled her tongue into the yellow-fringed cleft.
On his knees Arturo watched the two girls eating each other. The room was filled with their lapping and sucking sounds, their passionate and lusty muffled grunts. He felt the wrenching ache in his groin, and when he glanced down at his crotch he saw that his cock was unbelievably hard and distended. Because Tessie was on top he was able to watch the spasming pink buttocks. Suddenly Erika's body arched, and then she rolled, taking Tessie with her. Now the two girls had changed positions, but they continued to devour each other, more avidly than before.
Now Arturo stared at Erika's seductive buttocks. He moved across the bed until he was positioned behind her. He grabbed one of the golden globes with each hand and squeezed them roughly. He felt the spasming muscles. Gently he caressed Erika's buttocks, then his fingertips brushed at the valley. Finally he massaged one of her buttocks while the fingertips of his other hand rubbed the hot, puckered opening. Immediately Erika began to raise her ass, moving her cunt away from Tessie's slurping tongue. Arturo grabbed Erika's hips, held her tightly and rammed his cock head against her asshole.
Lustily Erika smashed her lips against Tessie's cleft and drove her tongue into the hot, dripping channel. Tessie wailed deliriously. Her eyeballs rolled upwards and she caught a glimpse of Arturo's hairy sack suspended above her. Her hands wedged between Erika's thighs. Tessie's hands cupped his balls, squeezed them, and felt them moving forward.
Arturo powered forward, driving his cock head into the tight and spasming hole. Like the night before, the flared head of his hardness broke through the tight muscle ring and powered into Erika's anal channel. It gripped his cock so beautifully that an excited gasp burst from Arturo's lips. His fingernails dug into Erika's hot skin as he shoved, and his staff burrowed deeper and deeper.
Tessie whimpered disappointedly as she felt Erika's tongue slip out of her pussy. Tessie had been teetering on the verge of a fabulous climax. Now that Erika was no longer mauling her cunt, Tessie was on the verge of hysteria. Quickly she squirmed her back and buttocks and slid out from under Erika. She saw that the blonde was on her hands and knees. She was braced and the strands of yellow hair streamed down around her anguished face. She began to rock slowly back and forth, moving under Arturo's slow and powerful thrusts.
As Tessie struggled to her knees, she shoved the strands of red hair away from her cheeks and stared avidly at Arturo. The look on his face was one of torture, matching the look on Erika's face. Tessie envied the terrible passions that obviously rumbled through their inflamed bodies. She threw herself at Arturo and shoved hire away from Erika.
"Do it to me, Arturo!" she yelled.
Arturo fell backwards, at the moment he felt the quick and violent quivering in Erika's asshole He knew that he'd triggered her climax. He'd wanted to come, to break out of the sensational grip of a nearing orgasm, but now his cock had rasped out of her. With an angry roar he grabbed Tessie and wrestled her to the bed.
She landed on her stomach. He dropped on top of her and let his hot and inflamed cock pressure into the cheeks of her ass. He righted himself and got onto his knees. He grapped her hips and pulled her off the bed. The moment her rosy buttocks neared the level of the end of his cock he pulled her toward him.
He aimed accurately. The head of his bruised and sensitive cock socked against Tessie's asshole. As he gripped Tessie, he wiggled his hips and began to burrow his cock head into the fiery rosebud Tessie was much tighter than Erika.
He had to hold tightly to Tessie because she tried to worm away from him. Viciously he shoved his hips forward. The head of his cock felt as big around as a pizza, and Tessie's opening was tiny, like the opening in an olive after the pit bad been removed. She screeched, and he knew that he'd penetrated her. His cock was so inflamed and swollen that he felt nothing, no sensation at all-until he began to shove it into her.
The sensations in his cock were so rapturous that he wanted to stop, to savour and enjoy. Ripples of rapture roared through his groin and throbbed throughout his entire body. Now Tessie had stopped her anguished screeching. She began to groan, to moan, to gurgle happily, letting everyone know of her supreme ecstasy.
So intense was Tessie's accelerating orgasm that her hands clawed at Erika. Tessie pulled up the blonde's hips and drew them toward her. The room began to spin. Tessie lusted wantonly in her passion and she wanted to transfer some of the sensations to the one who had loved her so wonderfully yesterday.
"Erika!"
Tessie wailed joyfully as the blonde positioned herself on her knees and hands in front of Tessie. Through blurred and ecstatic shifting mists Tessie viewed the beckoning, rounded, golden buttocks in front of her face. Tessie s glance lusted for Erika's asshole, ravaged and red, and snuggled between the quivering buttocks.
Hungrily Tessie drove her tongue into the same opening that Arturo's cock had splayed minutes ago. Immediately Tessie felt the swelling and the deeper penetration of his cock into her own rear. Her passion exploded. She rolled her tongue. She stiffened it, drove it forward, and let it twirl into the hot and slipper channel of Erika's ass.
Arturo noted what had happened. Forcefully he began to shuttle his cock in and out of Tessies tight asshole, watching Tessie's reaction. In the same tempo her tongue was plunging in and out of. Erika's asshole. Hadn't he thought about this possibility in the very beginning? He had! It was like fucking them both in the asshole at the same time!
The churning, rumbling rise of his come was slow and excruciating. He increased the tempo of his thrusts as the wild sensations crept into the staff of his cock. The peak of his come was sudden and it was so violent that it seemed to suck at his cock and pull him forward. He dug his toes into the top of the bed. He drove his cock all the wav into the tight, quivering channel. With Tessie s pink buttocks rammed against him, he spurted and spurted and spurted into the gripping sheath.
The force of his come, his pushing action, and his ecstasy drove him forward. It drove Tessie forward, and she in turn drove Erika forward.
While the three of them panted and quaked through the overpowering sensations of their orgasms they fell forward. Like dominoes they toppled, one after the other, and then collapsed, face down, on the bed.
Eleven
Mike's head rested on the back of the seat. His left hand rested between Dina's thighs. Under the tight material of her slacks he felt the outline of her cunt, hot and swollen. During the last ten kilometres or so he'd stroked and rubbed it occasionally. Each time he'd grabbed it and squeezed it her foot had shot down on the accelerator. The needle on the kilometre gauge had jumped forward about ten notches.
Now he was content to merely let his hand rest on her snatch. He kept his eyes closed, letting the powerful motor of the sports car throb in his ears.
They had left the Villa Fiore about an hour ago. As Mike relaxed and let Dina drive him to Milan, he found himself thinking about what had happened before they'd departed.
He saw himself, walking beside Dina as they came out of the old building and returned to the villa. Just as they'd arrived at the spot where Dina had parked her car they'd both stopped and watched Josef's approaching Alfa. It sped towards them, then stopped nearby in a cloud of dust
Josef got out of the car. For a few moments he stared suspiciously at Mike and Dina. When it appeared that he was about to come towards them, the attention of all three was diverted to Anna. She stepped out of the villa, walking regally erect. Without even glancing at Josef, she headed for Mike and Dina.
Josef shouted something at her in Italian. Anna didn't give any indication that she was even aware of his presence. She smiled at Mike. "Hello." Then she nodded at Dina, acknowledging her presence.
Like a huge bear Josef trotted forward. His hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Then his other hand was a blur as it slapped her cheek. The sound was very loud.
"Hey!" Mike yelled. He sprinted forward and shoved Josef away from Anna. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Get away from here!" Josef roared.
Josef hurtled forward. Mike was unable to move out of the way because he was off balance. A punch bounced off Mike's jaw. Mike regained his balance and began to retreat. He weaved and dodged Josef's punches. When Mike realized that he couldn't stop Josef so that he could talk to him, Mike pumped his right fist into Josef's gut.
It wasn't really a gut. It wasn't soft as a gut. It was solid, hard muscle, and Mike's fist bounced away, as though he'd hit a coiled spring. After Mike's first punch they began to fight like a couple of Roman gladiators. They jabbed, sparred, and exchanged flicking punches. Josef kept boring in, ignoring Mike's jabs, and after they'd fought for a number of minutes Mike noticed that Josef was beginning to tire. Mike didn't try to knock Josef down. He didn't want to hurt him. He merely wanted to stop Josef so that he could talk to him.
Eventually Josef retreated, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm. His white shirt had darkened with perspiration. The sweat trickled down Josef's nose and seeped out of his sideburns. Mike stood in front of him, sucking air into his lungs while a breeze cooled his shoulders. Out of the comer of his eye Mike noticed that Anna and Dina were standing close together, an audience of two.
"So you are the one," Josef accused hoarsely. "The man that fucked my wife in the vineyards!" "Where have you been, Josef?"
"What does it matter -- where I have been?" He whipped his head around and glared at Anna. "When I am gone you turn my wife into a -- slut!"
Mike shook his head. "You're wrong, Josef."
"I am never wrong!"
"Anna doesn't deserve -- what you just called her."
"You do not understand!" Josef growled.
"I understand."
"I kill her!" Josef took a menacing step toward Anna, then stopped abruptly as Mike stepped in hi path.
"Why, Josef?" Mike asked.
"Because -- she is like an animal in heat!" Josef said.
"And where were you?"
"In Milano - Genova -- what does it matter? I am working -- making arrangements for the wine, the spumante --"
"Silenzio!" Anna called out
Josef stared at her, his face mirroring his surprise. Then his mouth tightened and his jaws were clenched.
"Thank you, Anna," Mike said.
Now Anna stepped forward to confront her husband. Softly she asked, "Why, Josef -- why you not come home for two nights?"
Josef growled, "You are my master -- who says when I can come and when I can go from the Villa Fiorer?"
"No, Josef," Anna replied. "I wait for you -"
"And you fuck this young American in the vineyards!" Josef interrupted. He took another step towards Anna and Mike leaped between them.
"While you --" Mike yelled, "while you were fucking the German blonde, Erika, and Dina!"
"Silenzior!" Anna yelled again. This time she whirled around to face Mike. Fury and anger blazed in her eyes.
"I do not want to hear -- what you says" she screamed at Mike. Now you go -- please!" She turned her back on Mike.
The next moment she'd slipped her arm around Josef's waist. Speaking softly to Josef in Italian and gesticulating furiously with her free hand, she began to move Josef away. They walked slowly towards the villa.
After they'd disappeared inside the villa Mike turned and looked at Dina. She smiled at him. "You see? You see how she loves him, and he loves her, too?"
Mike shot a quick glance at the villa. "He's probably getting ready to beat the shit out of her."
"So? You make it sound as if -- very bad"
Mike shrugged. "The hell with it. I'm leaving."
"Where you go?"
"It doesn't matter. I'll hitch a ride. Wherever the car goes, I'll go."
In a low and sexy voice Dina said, "My car goes to Milano."
Mike turned and spent a couple of seconds staring at her curved and sexy body, knowing that the hot, lusty Dina was naked under the blouse and slacks. He decided he'd like to take a drive to Milan.
"How about a ride?"
"We go," she answered, walking to her sports car.
Now Mike opened his eyes and sat upright in the seat, realizing that Dina was driving much slower than before. He glanced out the window and saw that they were moving along a major street in a large city.
"This is Milan?"
"Si. You have been asleep?"
"No. I was just thinking."
"About what?" Expertly she tooled the sports down a cobblestone side street that was practically devoid of traffic.
"I was remembering -- what happened when Josef came back to the Villa Fiore."
"I am very disappointed," Dina purred.
"Why?"
"Because -- I thought perhaps -- you were thinking about me."
His hand settled in her crotch. He felt her quick shudder as he firmed his fingers over her cunt, hot and mounded under the tight cloth of her slacks. "Oh I'd been thinking about you, too. Before, and after I'd been thinking about Josef and Anna."
Her voice had thickened with passion. "You stay with me tonight in Milano? Tomorrow you can go again -- if you wish." After a quick pause she added "I cook you a nice, Italian dinner."
"Spaghetti? With a lot of thick meat sauce, cheese red wine, and the whole bit?"
"Si. Tutti."
The sports car began to glide up to the curb h front of a new and modern apartment house building.
Dina parked the car expertly. As she got out she suggested he leave his pack in the car overnight. "It is quite safe on the street."
Mike shook his bead. "I can't take any chances on someone stealing it. Tomorrow night -- who knows where I'll be, and I'll be needing it."
And so Mike lugged his pack into the apartment house foyer. They took the elevator up to her floor. Minutes later Dina had unlocked the door of her apartment and let him step inside.
It was a modest bachelor apartment with new and modern furniture. He noticed that it had a small alcove for a kitchen and a bathroom. Apparently the studio couch could be converted into a bed.
Dina moved quickly through the apartment. She scooped up a couple of magazines, a pair of shoes, a sweater, and a bathrobe. "You put your pack over there by the wall. Out of the way." She pointed at the bathroom door. "You like a shower?"
Mike put his pack where she'd indicated and then straightened up. He grinned at her. "How about joining me?"
Dina's glance met his and he saw the flicker of heat, in her eyes. Then she shook her head. "I make-sauce for the spaghetti."
"What's the rush?"
"It take -- very long to cook. Make it so much better."
He shrugged and went into the bathroom. He pulled the door shut after him but he didn't lock it -- just in case Dana might change her mind and wanted to shower with him instead of cooking the spaghetti sauce. He got out of his clothes, noting the bidet next to the john. For a second be remembered Marl, but the memory of the night with her quickly vanished. He took his time showering, enjoying the luxury of the warm water.
Mari. In Nice. That had been her name, Mari. Mart had enjoyed bathing with him. He was still disappointed that Dina hadn't wanted to join him in the shower. Maybe she had a thing about showers.
While Mike stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself off with one of the big woolly towels, he found himself thinking about the period of time he'd spent at the Villa Fiore, in the Asti region of Italy. Although he had to agree with Mart that no one ever went to visit Asti, the things that had happened at the villa had not been disappointing.
Mike thought about his return home, later this summer. Naturally, the old man would want to know whether Mike had, indeed, gone to Asti, and if Mike had, what were his reactions to the town. Mike would tell him. He would tell his old man about the buildings and points of interest that Anna had pointed out to him that day. What would Mike say when his old man inquired about the cunt in the Asti area?
As Mike tossed the towel aside he stood for a couple of minutes thinking about the confrontation with his old man when he returned. Mike discovered that something had happened to him, the last few days, something that had changed his thinking and his attitude towards the old man. No longer could Mike honestly say that his old man was full of shit, a disgusting individual that had tried to communicate wrath his son by talking about the cunt that had worn him out during his stay in the Asti area during World War II.
Mike realized now that the Asti area had impressed him. He'd been here only a couple of days. His old man had spent a couple of years in the African and Italian campaigns, and therefore the old man !s experiences in Asti must have really impressed him.
Mike stared at himself in the bathroom mirror and realized that the other things the old man had been telling him all these years now made a lot of sense. Why had Mike resisted the old man's encouragement to hit the books and to take advantage of the education that he wanted Mike to have?
Suddenly it made a lot of sense. Everything. Study hard, work hard, fuck hard.
Mike slipped into his trousers, feeling a new surge, an urgency to live, to learn, and to enjoy life. Already he saw himself on the Dean's list when he went back to UCLA this Fall.
Mike opened the bathroom door. The moment he stepped outside he caught the scent of cooking spaghetti sauce. For a second he stood motionless. With his nostrils flared he inhaled slowly, savouring the tingling aroma of tomato, meat, garlic, and some spices he'd never savoured before.
Then he caught sight of Dina coming out of the alcove. She was spectacular, a sight he'd never seen before. The long strands of caramel-hued hair spilled over her shoulders. She'd slipped into a pair of white lounging pyjamas, and she was barefoot. The cloth was so sheer that the curves of her naked, dusky body were visible. He saw the outlines of her rounded hips and the straight and firm lines of her inner thighs. She reminded him of a caramel candy bar in a transparent wrapper.
He found himself moving towards her, remembering that she was a Milanese cunt, that he had to forget about the Asti cunt because they were in the past. And then he thought only of Dina as she slid into his arms and he pulled her against him.
In a low voice Dina purred, "How you like my shower?"
"I like you better."
His cock had erected so quickly and large that it felt like an. explosion in the crotch of his trousers. The silken pyjamas were so sheer he felt the heat and skin of her back as he held her in a tight embrace.
"I am very happy," Dina whispered huskily.
He caressed her back and her pelvis rolled fluidly against his erection, heightening the sensations that already coursed through his groin.
"How's the sauce doing?"
"You mean -- the sauce for the spaghetti?" she asked.
Mike nodded as he looked into her eyes. Her head was tipped back. Her full red lips were moist and inviting.
"Now it cooks," she whispered. "For -- for many, many hours."
He lowered his head and smothered her mouth with his own. He felt the rapier-like thrusts of her tongue diving into his mouth. Her pelvis was an impatient machine that mauled her cunt against his crotch. He pulled his lips from hers and let the breath gust out of his mouth.
"Then there's nothing else to do," he said, "but this."
He loosened his embrace. His hands began to open the front of her pyjamas. As the flimsy material came apart it exposed more and more of her dusky, naked skin. He shoved apart the cloth and she slipped the soft material off her shoulders.
Now that he'd bared her to the waist he stared avidly at her naked tits, topped by wondrous hard and dark nipples. Again he slipped his arms around her. Holding her in a tight embrace he kissed her passionately. The sensations of their kiss were even greater than the time before because her jutting tits and nipples dug into his bare chest.
She began to pant as raggedly as he. He released her and shoved his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them. His cock was a rigid, angled pole, sticking out from his crotch. The head was so flared and tight that it was almost purple.
Deftly Dina had unfastened some catch at her , hips, and the sheer, white material slid down her thighs, leaving her body completely naked and dazzling for his inspection. She walked across the room, slid onto the couch, and wriggled onto her back. Her head was propped against a couple of pillows while one bare leg dangled over the front edge of the couch.
As he went to her the thought flashed through his mind that she'd probably gone to the same spot and taken the same sexy position the night Josef had been here. But then he recalled this afternoon when he'd fucked her in the old building, and shed told him that it had been better with him than it had been with Josef.
That had been this afternoon, when he'd fallen on top of her and rammed his cock into her tight and waiting cunt. Now he wanted to take his time, to savour her nakedness and her shaven cunt, to smell her heat and her passion, and to taste her sweetness and the sticky, clinging juices of her box.
Slowly he settled onto his knees beside her. The lingers of his left hand went to her bare shoulder, feeling her hot, soft skin and the luxurious strands of hair. His right hand moved slowly up the inner side of the naked leg that drooped over the edge of the couch. By the time his fingers had trickled over her heated thigh and arrived at her cunt, his left hand was cupped over her hard and swollen breast.
Dina squirmed luxuriously under his caresses. Her hand stroked his shoulders. "You want me to suck you, Mike?"
He shook his head, foregoing an answer because his glance was fixed on her cunt. The naked cuntal lips had darkened because of her passion and they were like two mountain ranges with a moist and deep valley in between. He felt the wetness gush into his mouth. The tip of his tongue stabbed impatiently against the insides of his front teeth. Gently his hand fringed the slopes of her swollen cleft before he lowered his head.
The lips of his mouth were horizontal, meeting the horizontal lips of her cunt. His nose became imbedded into the hot soft skin of her thigh as his lips pressured against her cuntal lips. Now he caught the scent of her heat and passion, a maddening aroma that made him tremble. His left hand moved away from her tits and traveled down the heaving silkiness of belly. His tongue came out of his mouth.
He heard her joyous moan as the tip of his tongue probed the honeyed cleft. Without any conscious effort , his tongue shot out further. It delved the clotted slot, flickered and licked and dipped out the juice and drew into his voracious mouth.
She began to bounce and pitch. Her hands were in his hair, the fingers clenching and unclenching. The muscles on the underside of his tongue began to ache as he probed her deeply. He let the rough surface of his tongue scrape against the inner slopes of her cuntal lips. He clamped a cuntal lip between his lips and sucked, then he moved on to the other one and repeated the same thing. The point of his chin was coated with her hot juice, and the scent of her aroused cunt was an overpowering sensation.
"Mike! Mike!"
He heard her calling his name, begging him to ravage the hairless cunt that he was ravaging with his mouth and tongue. He felt her stiffen, quiver, and murmur husky and endearing phrases in Italian, but he continued to lap and suck up the hole that had miraculously welled up in her cleft.
Vaguely he realized that the leg that bad drooped over the front edge of the couch was now resting on his shoulder. As he burrowed his face downward and shoved his mouth against her slippery box, her other leg rode up his arm and rested on his other shoulder. Still on his knees he burrowed his nose deeper and it rubbed against the satiny softness of her naked mound.
Her cuntal lips were now vertical to his mouth. They buffeted and pumped against the horizontal of his hungry mouth. Again and again his tongue twirled into her cunt, rolling and licking at the wails of her slippery channel. He wanted more, he wanted to taste more, to feel more, to smell more of this hot, wonderful pussy.
He jammed his chin deeper and felt it slip between the mounded, heated lips of her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and then closed it again. He sucked voraciously while his tongue flailed inside the heated cleft while the edges of his upper teeth dug into the soft, perspiring mound of her pubis.
Her pelvis became a fast running machine that hammered against his face. Searing juices trickled out of her cleft. It seeped and ran down his chin while her thighs drummed impatiently against his temples.
With a tortured roar Mike jerked his mouth away from her cunt and stood up. He looked down at her body, the splayed legs, the heavy belly. A naked, helpless bundle of lust sprawled out near the edge of the couch. Then he fell on top of it.
Just as he'd hit her cunt with the first probe in the building near the villa he now furrowed his shaft into her cleft at the first attempt. It was like driving his cock into a vat of melted butter. Heat enveloped his staff. He drove his cock into her. juice gushed around his cock, then out of her cleft, as he sheathed his cock inside of her. His mouth began to devour her towering, rigid tits.
He wanted to spend more time sucking her fiery nipples, to lick the sides of her balloon tits, but the orgasm was a forest fire raging in his groin.
"Mike!" Dina moaned.
"Dina --!"
It was all Mike could answer in return. Vigorously he jabbed and drove his cock in and out of her spasming cuntal channel. The climactic moment was quick and tremendous. When he began to spurt, it felt as though her suctioning cunt were turning him inside out, drawing his entire body into the depths of her belly.
He remained on top of her for a while afterwards. With muted moans and sighs both of them relished and savoured the slowly receding sensations of their climax. Finally he got up and moved away from her.
After that they had spaghetti with rich, thick meat sauce, spicy and piquant, along with a litre of Lambrusco. It turned out, to be a nice, relaxed and wonderful evening. Lazily they undressed and crawled into the bed which Dina had made out of the studio couch.
Naked and warm they kissed and talked softly. Locked in an embrace Mike fell asleep.
But then they awoke during the night.
It was impossible to tell which one had awakened first. Minutes later Mike was on top of Dina. His cock was sheathed to the hilt in her hot and lusty box. Dina's body seemed more lush and passionate than ever.
He fucked her slowly and deliciously, and it was almost an hour before either one climaxed.
Twelve
The next day, Arturo, Erika, and Tessie parted outside the hotel where they'd spent the night. Erika's destination was Switzerland, while Tessie headed for Trieste. Arturo walked to the bus station and caught a ride to Asti. There he took another bus. that brought him to the village that was not far from the Villa Fiore. He walked home sknvly because the night before with the two girls had left him completely exhausted.
As he neared the villa's property he was reminded of the day when he'd first caught sight of Tessie, resting in the vineyards near this very road. Tessie was a much different girl now. Apparently that which bad bothered her on that first night no longer troubled her, because the night before she'd been so horny she'd been almost insatiable. Arturo grinned thoughtfully. With a girl like Erika present, any sexual hang-up was quickly overcome. It was impossible to believe the many things which had happened during the last few days.
Walling by the Villa Fiore on the way to his quarters, Arturo noted that Josef's Alfa was parked in its usual spot. Arturo glanced at the villa and saw that there was a dim light burning in the main bedroom window. It seemed ages since Arturo had tried to fondle the Signora's breasts. Now that Josef had returned, he wondered whether Josef was doing that very thing to the Signora now.
Arturo shrugged off the thought. Wearily he walked to his quarters, took off his clothes and slid into bed. He stared up into the darkness, realizing that for the first time this summer he wasn't going to bed with an aching erection. His eyelids began to droop. He slipped into a deep sleep, one so deep that he did not awaken once during the night.
In the villa Anna sat in front of the mirror in the bedroom and combed her long strands of black hair. One lamp with a small bulb illuminated the room. She'd undressed about an hour ago and slipped into the sheer, white nightgown she'd worn on her wedding night. That night Josef's hands had been rough and eager as he'd pulled it off her. Remembering that moment now brought a hot tingling in her thighs, and she felt moisture welling up in her vagina.
Josef was still downstairs. After Mike and Dina had departed, Anna and Josef had sat long at the kitchen table while she'd tried to explain how much she wanted him and needed him. She was willing to forget the things which had happened the last few days. Never again would she speak about them. Josef had sat the entire time, with his head slumped forward, never once letting his glance meet hers. Eventually he'd shoved back his chair and strode wordlessly out of the villa. Anna went to the doorway and watched Josef disappear in the vineyards.
He had not yet returned when it grew dark. Carefully she set out a half-dozen different cheeses, sausages, salami, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. Then she went upstairs to her bedroom and sewed while she waited for Josef's return.
Then about a half hour ago she'd heard his footsteps, the scraping of the chair across the kitchen floor, and the occasional clink of bottle against glass. Only then had she gotten up. Silently she'd put away her sewing, turned the lights low, and slipped into her nightgown.
Now she stopped with the brushing of her hair. Shed caught. the sound of Josef starting to come up the stairs. Her heart pounded, and her body thrilled with keen excitement as she awaited his appearance.
Josef stepped into the bedroom, his huge bulk blocking out the doorway behind him, and stood with his feet planted apart. His brown eyes were hard and without emotion as they stared at her under the thick, black eyebrows. His shirt was unbuttoned almost to the waist, the V revealing the matt of black hair that furred his chest. His thumbs were at the waistband of his work slacks, hooked over the thick, heavy belt made from the leather which he himself had tanned and tooled years ago.
Anna's glance moved downward, to the bulge that was mounded under his fly, and to the thick thighs. She held herself rigidly erect in order to control the ripples of wanting that shuddered through her. Mama Mia, he was so handsome and virile that she could hardly restrain herself from running to him and embracing him with her entire body.
Softly she asked in Italian, "How are you, Josef?"
He didn't reply. He jerked the shirttail out of his slacks and finished unbuttoning it. Then he flung the shirt aside.
She asked, "Did you eat?"
"Si." He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his shoes and socks.
"I hope it was enough."
"It was enough." His voice was low and rasping.
Anna placed her comb onto the dressing table so that it didn't make a sound. It was nice, talking in Italian again, and not having to think about each word that she intended to use, the way it had been with the American.
She inhaled and held her breath as Josef stood up and opened the front of his slacks. When Josef had stepped out of his clothes, would he crawl into bed, or would he come to her? Then she caught the sight of his bare cock, curved out in front of him. It was partially erect, dark and thick, reminding her of a young elephant's trunk. Immediately heat flushed her pelvis. Her quick arousal swelled her heavy breasts. They began to ache dully.
Her legs were so weak that she had to put her hand onto the top of the dressing table in order to stand up. Her bare feet moved her towards him.
"Josef?" Passion had made her voice almost as raspy as Josef's.
Josef turned to face her, and saw how the nightgown clung to her, outlining the sweep of her hips and thighs. The straight strands of black hair streamed down her back, almost to her buttocks. Her breasts were huge and ripe, straining seductively against the scooped bodice of her nightgown. He licked his lips as though tasting the scent of heat and wanting that her body exuded. For a quick second he recalled the night before -- imagining Anna like this while Erika had begged him to fuck her again. But the memory of that moment brought memories of all the other things. Josef shook his massive head as though flicking away a pestering bee.
She stopped in front of him, with her arms hanging loosely at her sides. "I waited up for you, Josef."
"I see." His big hands went out and grabbed the soft and flimsy material of her nightgown where it curved in to her waist. Under the cloth he felt her smooth and fiery skin. He jerked his hands away from there. Then he firmed them on her shoulders, bare, except for the filmy strips of cloth.
Anna closed her eyes and breathed raggedly through parted lips. The strength in his hands and his touch were as stimulating as caresses across her rigid nipples.
Savagely Josef yanked downward and tore the strips of cloth that had draped across her shoulders. She was naked to the waist. He grabbed the drooping cloth. As his arms yanked downward, the cloth wailed mutely as he ripped it down the front, denuding her and leaving her completely naked with the tattered gown crumpled around her feet
"Josef!" Anna's cry was one of excruciating torture and raw lust. "I want you!"
His roar was loud and unintelligible as he shoved her away from him. Anna stumbled backwards. Her legs lurched against the bed and she landed heavily on her shoulders. She squirmed lewdly and provocatively as she watched Josef bend down to shove his shorts and slacks down his thick and hairy thighs. He remained bent over for a few seconds.
When he straightened up again his cock had be. come rigid. Now the loop had been straightened out, and the stiff, thick pole stood out straight from his black cropped thatch.
His right hand gripped the buckle of his heavy, leather belt. He drew it up and let the belt trail through the palm of his left hand as he stared down at her. His right arm flashed, became a blur, and then the belt slashed across Anna's naked belly.
"Josef!" Anna screamed. She clamped her arms around her midriff as she saw the arm and the belt descending again. The blow wasn't as vicious as the last one. The leather landed across her breasts, lightly as a cloth rope, but stinging her aching nipples.
Quickly Anna flopped onto her stomach to protect her breasts. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you are my wife!"
She screamed again as the belt slashed across her buttocks, then repeated it again, louder, as she felt a fiery brand burn her shoulders. She dug her face into the sheets to muffle her painful sobs while her fingers clawed and balled up the sheet in her fists.
Josef began to pant as he continued to lay the leather across her back. Crimson welts began to appear on the unblemished and smooth fidgeting back. Anna began to sob and groan as he concentrated on her buttocks. Each time the belt descended, there was a new, crimson mark. He moved the direction of his swing, until the welts were criss-crossed on the round and spasming buttocks. He whipped her deftly, careful not to draw blood. The lashes were only hard enough to leave their darkening crimson marks.
Each time his hand whipped down and the belt drew a new mark on the quivering flesh, the passion flared in his cock and drove new hardness into his cock. Once, when he drew back his arm for the next swing, the belt flicked against his throbbing pole. The sting of pain turned into an aching streak of rapture. It lingered in his crotch and became more acute as the belt lashed her rosy buttocks and wrung a guttural and husky groan from his wife.
At first Anna had felt a surge of anger and hatred, but now she found herself waiting and anticipating the neat sting of the leather. Within her uterus there was a strange and violent churning, more fierce and delicious than she'd ever experienced. Savagely she squirmed her pelvis against the damp, crumpled sheet. She rolled her hips and spasmed her buttocks, grovelling in the wild lust that cloaked her body.
The sensations in Josefs groin became so keen and powerful that he began to tremble. His arm continued to rise and fall, but he was unable to put much force behind it now. The red-streaked buttocks spasmed like bellows, then twitched erotically while Anna rammed her pussy into the bed's surface.
Suddenly Josef stopped. He let the heavy belt buckle slip out of his grasp, and it clunked loudly as it hit the floor. Josef dropped on his knees between Anna's forked legs. His big hands caressed her moist, fidgeting hips while he lowered his head and showered wet kisses on the spasming and burning cheeks of her ass.
EndJosef pulled out his arm that had been clamped between them. He let it rest on her arm while his hand settled on her cunt. Her legs were still spread apart and there was room for his broad hand He let the heel of his hand rest on her matted, damp thicket while his middle finger curved downward. The first joint slipped into her cleft and soaked in the juice.
As Josef felt the sweet and gentle touch of sleep, he felt wonderfully relaxed and content.
Not once tonight had Anna mentioned the acreage of her vineyards, her wealth, or that she was the mistress of the beautiful Villa Fiore. And for the first time since they'd married shed offered to get up and fix something for him to eat.
Maybe it wouldn't always be like this, Josef thought. But it was a start.
