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 An Italian Vacation; Part 1
Tags: M/F/f, oral, f/g/g/g, incest, ped, piss, public
It had been a bad last couple of years as I had not only lost most of
the happiness in my life, but feeling the losses of my loving wife
Jennifer, and our daughter Willamina, I couldn't cope with living in a now
empty house---each second I spent there, alone, or even with my parents, or
a dropping-by relative, only made me miss my wife and daughter THAT much

more.

   A crazily-drunk driver had taken their lives, smashing his pick-up into
the side of our Subaru.  The son of a bitch didn't get away scott-free--now
serving 40 years in a County Prison--and forever in a wheelchair.  The
bastard couldn't even stand to look at me during the slam-bam-case the
State and my Lawyer had against him, but I knew if he had, he would have
never forgot the look on my face as the gavel slammed, and he was wheeled
off to his future.

   At least he had a future.

   More than I could say for my wife, only 28--or our daughter, my precious
little girl, who would be 10 now.

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   Sitting in a quiet beach-side hotel room, looking out the large scenic
window from a lounge chair, viewing the beautiful Mediterranean Sea, I
sipped my watered down citrus juice, and finally felt the peace I'd been
needing since the accident.

   I hadn't had anything really planned as I took this trip to Italy, but
knew I was overdue for some returning happiness, and even a new
start--which was, deep down, the reason I traveled across the globe.

   The first few days of my vacation hadn't been too exciting, which goes
without saying for a man who was still deeply missing his loving wife and
daughter.  But I was finally ready to come out of my shell, and was
planning on taking one of the tours around one of the smaller islands in
the sea--or doing what most vacationing single men did--head to one of the
nude beaches.

   And why not?  I was entitled to happiness after all.

   Picking my Room Key off the small night stand, and grabbing all I knew
I'd for my first real expedition through the small seaside village I was
staying in, I stepped outside the beach-side doors, and headed onto the
sandy pathway leading to where I knew one of the tour bus lines stopped
frequently.

   Smelling the aroma of fresh-baked bread, and other local delicacies as I
stood at the bus stop, where a few locals, and a few out-of-towners were
also waiting, I happened to catch the delightful sounds of a little girl's
tiny laughter.  Forgetting how much I loved hearing my own Willamina's
laughter, I felt a bit of a smile forming on my face.

   Looking around, and hearing a woman say something--something mildly
scolding--to a child, I heard a soft, muffled cry, then spotted who I knew
to be the same woman carrying a crying little girl towards the bus stop.

   Another thing I'd forgot in the last couple of years, the sight of a
mother carrying a child--and as the mother and her child got closer, I
couldn't help but stare at just how attractive the mother was.  About the
same age as my Jennifer--but with long brown hair.  Her daughter, around 5
or 6 I'd guess, had similar brown hair, and was slowly calming down.

   Setting her daughter down, the mother said something a lot more loving,
to her daughter--who smiled, and ran up to the bus stop.  Not looking too
well, the little girl ran right into me, and as I nearly toppled, I managed
to grab a hold of the girl's arm, holding her from taking a tumble.

   "You okay??" I asked the girl, who smiled, and looked up at me.

   She nodded, but looked a little worried as the strange man had saved
her. Her mother came over, and smiled as well.  "Grazie...I...I thank
you..." the woman nodded, in a light accent.  "My...Arietta, she not look
out where she runs..."

   "It's okay..." I smiled, feeling a familiar shyness when talking to an
attractive woman I hadn't felt since years ago, when I'd first met--and
fallen in love with Jennifer.  "Arietta...that's a beautiful name."
Arietta, hearing her name, looked at her mother, and seemed to blush.  "How
old is she??" I asked.

   "She will be sei...6..." the mother replied, picking her girl up, and
giving her a soft kiss on the cheeks, then gave kissed her on the
mouth--which had a mysterious spark going off in my head.

   "I was just about to head on one of the local tours...did you know where
the nearest bank...Banca...is?" I asked the mother, trying to turn the
conversation, and hope I'd have some company for the day.

   "...Banca...pass the Ponte...bridge...I can show you, if you want..."
the mother smiled, offering to show me, which I gladly accepted, and smiled
back as I couldn't believe how attractive the woman was.

   "Thank you...Grazie...my name is Steve...." I introduced myself, feeling
the butterflies disappearing, as the mother whispered something to Arietta,
lifting her towards me, and I felt the softness of the little girl's lips
on either of my cheeks as she kissed me.

   "Prego...!" Sophia suddenly exclaimed, with an extra giggle, getting me
to laugh at her childhood happiness.

   As the three of us walked the rather short way over a small stone bridge
towards where I could see a familiar set of logo signs on the facade of a
building--VISA, DISCOVER and FED-EX--I knew we were close to a small
village bank/post office.



   Stopping in front of the building, Arietta hopped down from her mother's
arms, and suddenly grabbed my hand.  "Thank you..." I began to say, then
caught a glimpse of her mother staring at me, with a look, the same look I
had when I'd first seen her, mere minutes earlier.

   "Prego..." the mother began, looking a bit uneasy as she stepped a bit
closer to me, and suddenly kissed me, more than a mere peck, on the cheek.

   Loving the hospitality I was receiving, I wanted to reciprocate the
kiss, but saw her turning to head back over the bridge, holding Arietta
once again--but I quickly grabbed her arm gently.  "Hold on...please...!" I
begged her, not wanting such a wonderful woman, or her daughter, to leave.

   "I...I must go..." the mother tried to move, but she knew as much as I
did that the spark I'd felt must've gone off in her own head.  I could see
a slight tear forming in her eye, knowing she didn't want to leave, but
there seemed to be a fight going on inside her.

   "Can..can you tell me your name...?" I asked her, needing at least THAT
from her.

   She paused, then spoke: "...Marsala...", and before I could get more,
and from the way she picked Arietta into her arms, and walked away from
me--I knew she was feeling an immediate sadness--I think we had sparked...



   A few hours later, after having a few hundred dollars withdrawn, and
exchanged into Lira, which was still used around the small village of
Lucia, I sat in a small bistro, sipping a bottle of Pepsi, while thinking
about not only Marsala, but her little girl Arietta.

   Seeing a mother and daughter, sharing a love I hadn't seen since before
mine were taken from me, had made me miss the life I once had all over
again.  But I didn't want to sink back down into that level of depression
again, trying to keep the happiness going.

   Before leaving, I grabbed a local brochure, which was in
English-English, and spotted a small advertisement for a local beach--which
I knew would help me relax.

   While walking down the small cobble-stoned road, and looking at the map
on my phone, I noticed the beach was only a few minutes away, and as I
arrived I heard the sound of the gulls flying overhead.  Stepping onto the
sand, I noticed a large sign, with a smaller sign below--a translation of
the Italian above, reading: Clothing Optional.

   As I peered past a small boarded fence, I could see several beach
goers--naked--which had an immediate affect on my growing cock, as several
attractive--NO--sexy woman sunbathed.

   Not wanting to be the needle-in-the-haystack, I stepped onto the sand,
and saw a small dressing tent, which was open for use, and from a few
others going into tents dressed, and coming out stark naked, I knew where
to undress.

   As I walked into the small tent, and saw a few casually dropped pairs of
woman's panties, including a few smaller pairs--realizing it was a Woman's
tent--I became attracted to not only the adult panties, but the smaller
ones, obviously those of little girls.  My cock was growing again.

   At first I was a bit overly-modest, but realizing a man, sporting an
erection, on a nude beach wasn't anything out of the ordinary, I quickly
stripped, making sure to grab my clothes, and other items before departing.
But before I left, that little bit of arousal, something
sparking---picturing not only Marsala's beauty, but little Arietta--and her
soft little lips gently kissing my cheeks....I had to do what I did next. I
grabbed the two pairs of smaller, little girl panties, and stuffed them
into my own clothes, which I carried out, and made my way down towards the
waves.



   Passing several dozen men and women--as well as several naked children,
and teenagers--in which my cock began to take notice as a pair of teenage
girls, around 13 or 14, with small, just budding breasts, went running
past. I couldn't help as I turned to admire their perfect asses as the ran
into the water, and as it splashed against them, they both laughed, and
began to splash each other.

   Seeing several attractive woman, around my age, I got a few kind smiles
from a few, and even had to ogle a woman who was openly breast-feeding a
little girl, probably 2 or 3, but I could see the bareness of a little ass,
and just enough of a baby slit to suddenly realize what I was fascinating
over.  Girls.  No, not just women, but girls.  Younger females.  Ones I
shouldn't be having such thoughts about.

   I'd never, ever had thoughts like the ones that kept running through my
mind.  I'd only ever had an attraction for women--my age, my wife, a few
girlfriends back in High School, and a casual glance at an attractive
woman--but now I was finding myself staring at not only the splashing, sexy
teenage girls playing--but the nursing toddler.



   Finding a spot on the sand to sit, but realizing I would wind up with
sand wedged up my ass crack, and all over me--I had forgot to bring a
towel, or something to sit on.  As I stood, pondering where to sit, I heard
a woman say something to me in Italian.  Looking at her, and seeing she was
a bit too-old for my eyes, around 40 or so, but with admirable tits, she
handed me a spare towel.

   "Grazie..." I smiled, taking the towel, then looking back at the girls
in the water, I wasn't even aware as my cock began to leak precum, telling
me it was ready to go for it, needing to cum--but my embarrassment
returned, and as I laid the towel on the sand, the older woman said
something, then laughed lightly, most likely at my own expense.

   A few others nearby heard the laughter, and as I sat on the towel,
sporting a ready-to-burst erection, I watched as the pair of teenage girls
ran out of the water--soaking wet, and as beautiful as any girl or woman
I'd ever seen.

   GOD I needed to cum.

   Letting my cock finally calm down, taking a few minutes to sit and just
watch the ocean waves, I heard a familiar sound---the laughter of a little
girl---one I recognized.

   Looking over towards the other side of the beach, I saw what I never
imagined I'd see--it was Marsala, carrying little Arietta, and they were
actually on the beach--obviously familiar and comfortable with the nudity
aspect, as little Arietta was bare-chested, her little dark pink nipples
pointy, and I could feel the dripping precum from my cock as it was
obviously soaking through the towel.



   As I casually watched the mother and daughter coming closer to where I
was, I nearly came sans-touch, as Marsala began to undress, openly, peeling
off her thin blouse, exposing her blue lace bra, covering a pair of
wonderful breasts, around the same size as Jennifer's, about a 32-A, or
so...perfect in my eyes--and as I watched her slip the garment off,
exposing her perfectly tanned tits, I knew I was bound to see more.

   Suddenly I caught the gaze of little Arietta, who's own flat chest was
almost as attractive as her mother's--and as she saw me, she smiled widely,
then yelled something happily, getting her mother's attention, who looked
over at me, and without any of the sadness she'd felt earlier, before
hastily departing, she gave me a small smile, looking a little surprised to
see me, but maintained a casualness as she picked Arietta back up, and
began to walk over to me.



   Realizing I was about to let not only a beautiful woman see my
drooping-but-dripping cock, but her cute little 5 year old daughter see it
as well, I grabbed my stack of clothes, minding to keep the pairs of
panties I'd taken from the tent hidden, and covered my cock, saving a bit
of modesty, as moments later little Arietta ran up to me, and kissed me on
the cheek.

   I stared at her perfectly flat chest, tanned like her mother, and could
feel my cock springing back up as the little girl began to peel off the
pair of shorts she'd been wearing back when she'd ran into me at the bus
stop, hours earlier.  A cute little pair of pink panties, with a familiar
cartoon character was on the front, right on top of her little mound---and
I could feel that new found fascination with little girls returning.

   Marsala, carrying several things,including her clothes, but still only
topless, came over to us, and seemed to be getting a bit more comfortable
as she laid out a blanket, next to me, and sat down.  She pulled Arietta
over to her, and wasn't aware of my new desires, as she peeled off her
daughter's panties, exposing a perfectly bare, and hairless little slit to
me, tan as the rest of her tiny body--and making my cock ready for some
much-needed attention.

   Arietta giggled, then did what most kids did at the beach--she ran--her
little naked ass staring back at me, as she splashed into the water, and
she must've found a few kids she knew--a pair of equally as naked girls,
around the same age, plus one of the teen girls from earlier--and the
group, all naked, all VERY illegal, began to splash and play.  My eyes, nor
my cock, could believe it.

   Not wanting to stare too long, I looked back at Marsala, ever quiet, but
I could tell she was thinking of things she hadn't expected to be thinking
of.

   "So...." I began, breaking the silence, looking at her face, but
casually glancing down at her perfect tits.  But I knew she was feeling the
same things I was, as she looked back at me, and finally I saw her smile
returning.  "...are you alright??  You ran off earlier..." I added.

   "No...per favore...I was, how you say, busy..." she began, trying to
come up with a reason, any reason, any good reason for running off.

   "It's alright...Marsala...I didn't want to impose..." I interrupted,
apologizing myself, not wanting to come off as anything but the perfect
gentleman.

   She smiled, and nodded, "No...its not you...little Arietta...her
padre...he die, last year...in a treno..." a brief pause, as the
recollection of her husband's death, in a train(accident) suddenly hit
her--as it did me, feeling a stronger connection now, as we shared the loss
of a loved one.

   "I'm sorry....my wife and daughter were killed in a car crash...over two
years ago..." I felt a growing bond, then as I sat, remembering my loving
family, I felt a gentle hand touch my shoulder---and looked to see Marsala
was next to me, a tear dripping down her cheek.

   I felt an all new affection returning, for a woman I barely knew--but
there was no denying what I was feeling.  Love.  The return of love in my
life.  I gently touched her soft face, and brushed the tear off, not
wanting her to feel any pain or sadness.

   "I...I..." she began to speak, but I broke her words by kissing her on
the lips softly, feeling her kissing me back, and letting her hand touch my
face as well.  We were locked, and we didn't want anyone to find a key.

   Seeming like minutes had lasted, we broke the kiss, and I saw her face
aglow.  "You are very beautiful...I think...I'm innamoramento..." I
whispered to her softly, seeing her blush more, and grow more comfortable
with our closeness.

   She sighed herself, letting her hand drop to my leg, and without anymore
holding back from the growing love between us, she leaned into me, and as
she gently kissed my ear, I heard her whisper "Sto cadendo nell'amore con
voi...", saying she was falling in love, then she lifted the clothes I had
covering my cock, exposing my returning erection to her, which must've been
the encouragement she needed, as she grabbed a hold, and knew what she
wanted to do now.

   "Ohh...." I shuddered softly as she sank her head into my lap, lightly
licking my cockhead, and rubbing my shaft, getting me ready for an
about-to-happen blowjob, when I heard several happy screams as the naked
little girls, including Arietta, all ran out, and over towards me and
Marsala, who was about to take me into her mouth, when we were interrupted
by 3 naked little 5 or 6 year old's.  AND the older, 13 or so, year old
girl, who knew what was going on, and knelt next to me, letting me stare
right at her tiny budding tits.

   Marsala, lifting her head up, looked, and then said something to the
teen girl, something slightly elevated in her tone, but then she pointed at
my cock, which was still in her hand, almost as if showing the group of
girls my cock, and what she was about to do(??).  I looked at her, and she
smiled, "...they...they are all young, and..." she began, but must not have
had the right words in English, as she dropped her head back down, and took
over 2 inches of my cock in her mouth, her tongue giving me a thrill as she
licked my cock head.

   "Ohh!!  Shit...!" I yelled, feeling my impeding orgasm, as her expertise
took me to a world I hadn't been to in years.

   "Un pompino..." the teen girl giggled, watching the adult woman suck my
cock.

   "Un pompino...?" I asked aloud, getting Marsala to break her sucking.

   "Blow job..." she replied with a smile, her lips coated in saliva,
dripping a little, then she held my wet cock in her hand, stroking it a
little, knowing from the look on my brow I was about to cum.  "Are...you
near orgasmo...?" she asked, with a bit of a smile.

   I nodded, "yeah...." I began.

   "Come...Teresina...you try...Un Pompino..." Marsala suddenly said,
getting the teen girl's attention, and getting my immediate attention as
the teen girl crawled closer, and with a bit of nervousness on her face,
grabbed ahold of my cock, taking over from the adult woman.  "You okay?"
the coaching woman asked me, smiling, and knowing I was not about to turn
away anyone from sucking me off--especially a sexy 12 or 13 year old girl.

   "Mmmm....." I shuddered as Teresina gently stroked my cock, getting a
good lather on her hand, then she slowly lowered her head, taking a few
licks of my cock head with her tongue before dropping her mouth over it. 
"Ohh....damn....yeah..." I moaned, as the girl sucked my cock, giving me a
decent attempt for her more-than-likely first time.  All the while I stared
at the 3 naked little girls, including Arietta, who was watching with awe
as I had my cock sucked.

   "Mama..." Arietta, walking over to her mother who was now standing up,
and slipping her capris off, exposing her matching blue lace panties, then
didn't even pause as she slipped those off as well, showing me her
wonderful, shaved pussy--not a single hair covering.  Marsala lifted her
daughter into her arms, kissing her little bare chest, then the two sat
back down.

   "Oh....shit...I'm..." I began to moan, as while I was staring at the
stripping mother, cute Teresina was sucking me like no tomorrow, "...I'm
gonna cum!!" I shouted, placing my hand on the back of the bobbing head.

   "La sborra...La sborra in her mouth...!" Marsala encouraged me, feeling
herself getting more aroused as I got head, telling me to cum.

   "Oh...!" I groaned once more, then could feel my cum shooting into the
teenage mouth of Teresina, who wasn't prepared at all, and popped her mouth
off my cock, dripping a bit of my cum, and was further surprised when a few
more shots squirted her in her face.

   " Cosa é questo?  " she asked.

   "La sborra....Lo sperma..." Marsala explained, wiping a few drips of my
cum off the teen girl's face, then licking her finger clean--and then
offering a cum-finger to Arietta, who at first didn't know what to think,
but as she saw not only Teresina finding the taste of my cum decent-enough,
and swallowing---the 5 year old licked her mother's finger, tasting my
jizz, and happily swallowed as well.

   "That...." I slowly panted, "...that was wonderful...Grazie..." I smiled
at Marsala, who nodded, as she helped clean off a few more streaks of cum
from Teresina's face.

   "Teresina...she is my...niece, correct...?" she asked, telling me the
familial relationship, which seemed to make things seem a bit more
normal--then a little hotter, as she kissed her niece on the lips,
obviously having taught the teen girl a bit more, as they seemed to be
frenching(or should I call it "Italianing"?), sharing a taste or two more
of my cum.

   My cock immediately took notice, and as I could feel it rising, I
glanced over at little Arietta, who was squatting a few feet away.  I could
tell she had something on her mind, and as Marsala took notice, the other
little girls, each as naked, slighly tanned, and from my observing seemed
to be sisters, and related to teenage-cock-sucker Teresina, all squatted.

   Moments later, I watched in heavenly display as each girl spread their
little slits open slightly, and began to let loose with little streams of
piss, splashing onto the sand, and getting Marsala and Teresina to laugh,
delighted with the open relieving---I, on the other hand, was hard again,
and as I watched the wonder of girly pissing, I noticed Teresina, the older
of the younger girls, stand up, and laugh as she opened up her own little
slit, and let go of her own piss, aimed right at the girls, making them
giggle as she gave them a sexy golden shower.

   "Mmm.....puttana..." Marsala laughed at her niece, calling her(from what
Italian I did know), a "whore"---jokingly, but from her sucking of my cock,
and now giving 3 little girls, 2 her younger sisters, and one her cousin, a
golden shower--was pretty, and wonderfully, accurate.  Looking back at me,
she noticed my cock was hard once more, and smiled.  "You like
watching...the little Puttanella's...no?" she asked, calling the girls,
each dripping with piss, cockteases.

   "Yeah..." I smiled back.



   The End of Part 1