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I watched them chatting amiably with a glass of cold Coca Cola in their hands, both he and she, while Camilla kept herself a bit out of sight, and glanced towards the corners of our apartment that seemed more curious to her: a small shelf full of books not ours, a basket with fake fruit resting on a carpet of brochures on residence and city. I was on the terrace, setting the table for dinner. From my perspective I could perceive, even without audio, a feeling composed and full of fascination: Luciana must have liked that man, I read it in his eyes and in his lips always open, while he was talking: several times she had thrown fleeting glances at him towards the linen trousers, or on the blue shirt that she kept open up to half-breasted. He, for his part, avoided looking at her breasts, even though they were quite uncovered, but allowed himself deep caresses on her belly, under the excuse of his profession. Camilla didn't care much about their chemistry or what they said. She would slip one foot at a time out of her little flip-flops and stretch it backwards, as if to let the plant take air. She was wearing a very short but not at all vulgar black dress that highlighted something I hadn't noticed that morning in the cafeteria: a powerful, firm, wide ass with buttocks clearly separated from each other. I imagined losing myself in it with my face, and licking greedily like the center of a ripe fruit. I wonder what it smelled like inside those panties.
Luciana and I hadn't had sex all day. That morning she woke up with my cum on her feet and the sight of me with a half straight, dripping cock that I alluded to a breakfast. I was referring to the semen I had splashed between her nail polish and sheets, but also to the various foodstuffs I had stolen, in large numbers and shamelessly, from the bar where I had met, and invited, Camilla and the Doctor for that very evening, at sunset. When I told her ("A couple is coming for dinner tonight, they are very beautiful, they say they saw us last night on the terrace") Luciana had smiled in a strange way, clearly excited, and had looked at me without talking for a good minute. She was telling me, without saying it, are we going to fuck them?, and I was saying yes, to keep us ready. We'd eaten lightly, slept and spent most of the afternoon washing ourselves thoroughly. Especially her. When I saw her standing in the bathtub from the open bathroom door, her legs slightly apart, her hand going from pussy to nose repeatedly, I asked her what she was doing. She told me that since she was pregnant her smell seemed stronger, and she was embarrassed by it.
"I like your smell."
"It's not you I'm worried about."
To reassure her, I approached her and asked her to spread her legs a little more. I bent down and breathed hard a millimeter from her big lips, the tip of my nose to make room in the hair.
"You smell clean," I said. "Unfortunately."
She laughed. So I pulled out my tongue and gave a few lappings, just two or three, until I felt it start to quiver and wet. So I pulled it off.
"They'll like the taste too," I said. Then I came out of the bathroom, leaving her with her freshly wet pussy and her head reclining back, in the distraction of pleasure.
For most of the dinner I thought that the story between Riccardo G., doctor, and Camilla, must have been something very ambiguous at home in Italy. She was less than twenty-five years old and he was more than Luciana, of course, and the old sign of a faith that stood out in the tan of the ring finger. I even wondered if they were relatives, or stepfather and stepdaughter, until Riccardo - at the end of the meal and after a series of chats about their respective holidays, intoxicated by excitement - said "All right. Let's drink a few more beers, let's tell each other who we are, why we are here and why we decided to have dinner together tonight". We all agreed. I got up, took the remaining beers from the fridge, uncorked them and went back to the terrace.
"You start," he said. "You're the hosts."
Luciana, the only one not drinking, took the floor. From under the table, while she was telling the story, she shook my hand. "Nothing," she said, "we were neighbors. My marriage went like this and, well, we started a relationship."
"Committed," Camilla said, pointing with a wave of her arm at Luciana's belly. She laughed, I laughed too, and one of us went "Oh, yes", without knowing what to answer exactly. Then Riccardo shook his head.
"That's not what I meant when I said to tell us who we are," he said. "But maybe you're a little inhibited. Shall we start?" he asked. Camilla crossed his eyes and then blushed, nodding.
"Okay," she began. "In situations like this you tell yourself like this. I'm forty-three years old, four children, two sexting and two teenagers, and a wife who doesn't see me very well at the moment. I'm still legally married, but I've been travelling the world with Camilla for three months. And yes, we fuck until my balls dry up. Just to break it up."
Luciana laughed. He took a sip of her beer, and during the whole break she took between one part of the story and the other, to drink, he looked her in the eyes, reciprocated.
"We used to fuck in Italy too, to tell the truth, but with too many subterfuges: her rented room, fucking small hotels, some friends who lend us an apartment. Then it came out, luckily. I'm a doctor and university lecturer. Camilla was the girlfriend of one of my thesis students. At his graduation she was wearing a dress not too different from this one, and the whole time at the party I remember thinking I wanted to squat behind her and take off her underwear from that perspective. And then watching her ass half open for as long as my dick would give me before I wanted to fuck her."
"And after two days she fucked me, in fact," said Camilla, as he started drinking again. "She wrote me on Facebook, we texted a little bit, invited me into her studio and did exactly what she said she was thinking when she met me".
I could imagine them. I was already excited.
"There's not much to add, except that we didn't miss anything. "Everyone has his fixations, his shortcomings and his talents. We, as far as ours are concerned, compensate ourselves enough: his ass, my tongue, a little bit of penumbra, other people and not much else".
Luciana let go of my hand. I saw her take it in passing on a breast, and throw oblique glances at the bedroom, beyond the window, and then come back to us.
"It's up to you," Camilla told me. When she said it, she caressed my foot with hers from under the table. It was smooth and vaguely moist, and for the whole time I was telling it, he forced me to the friction of his toes that met mine. I wanted to drop everything and slap the chapel against the plant, and cum between the vaguely sweaty interstices while everyone looked at me. But I preferred to tell the story, and save the ambushes for later.
"Basically I showed up at her house with no underwear under my overalls because I really liked it. We'd been together almost two years. She left her husband and, well, as you can see, protected sex wasn't on our agenda. As the doctor says, it's almost seven months. But the sex is fine. We're not limiting ourselves. And to dispel any doubts about what comes next, we've never had sex with anyone else, only in front of others".
I expected them to ask me details, but they didn't. Camilla finished the beer, gave a little clap clap, then got up, took me by the hand and had Luciana tell him where the bedroom was. She answered "There" in a hoarse voice, pointing out the window, and the double bed in half-light clearly visible beyond the glass. While I was getting up, Riccardo said "Calm down, we'll all join her together". He also got up and joined Luciana, the only one still sitting. Then he slowly pulled off his shirt, releasing a wide torso, not exactly sculpted, but charming and masculine. Then he caressed the back of her neck with his left hand, while with his right hand he released his grip on the shirt, letting it fall on the tiles of the terrace.
"I hope you don't only like sexting," he said.
She pushed herself gently against his belly, and responded to the provocation by kissing him greedily from her belly to the grayish grove of her chest, first only with her lips, and then with rapid incursions of tongue. Afterwards she detached herself, looked him straight in the eye and said, "I like those who do not disappoint expectations. Then he got up and walked towards the bedroom. Alone. We all followed her: Camilla and I holding hands, and Riccardo shirtless behind us.
I was the first one left with nothing on. Camilla took off my shirt and, without much poetry, my pants. On the dark blue boxer shorts I had a fairly large stain of pre-ejaculatory liquid, which she approached before she even pulled down my pants. She tried to massage the chapel from above the fabric, then took the palm of her hand to her nostrils to smell it. Then she took off my panties, and my very hard penis, with the chapel free and dripping, sprung them in front. I was clearly very excited, and when she bent down and grabbed my cock (lingering for a few seconds before taking it to her mouth) I was afraid I'd come on her face.
"You've got a nice dick, congratulations. I like them, wide chapels," she said. I didn't have time to thank him, he had already shoved it in his mouth, and from that perspective he looked at me with his eyes wide open. Camilla was very beautiful: in a classic way, she was more beautiful than Luciana. The typical beautiful girl you notice on the street: big, red lips, lucky features, big, well-made-up eyes. Not a big breast, as I said, but a great ass, and nice legs, and nice feet. While she was blowing me I tried to stem the thought from her physical qualities, so as not to ejaculate immediately.
Luciana, meanwhile, was lying on the bed, still fully clothed. Riccardo picked my underwear off the floor and smelled them. Then he sat down beside her, and handed them to her. I didn't hear what he was saying to her, because I was caught up in the obscene noises of snapping and sucking made by Camilla with my dick in my throat, but I saw Luciana grabbing my boxers and licking the stitches already wet from the pre-sperm, while Riccardo was looking at her. Then he put himself in such a position that he could kiss her feet without her being uncomfortable, and began an adoration that I knew well.
Luciana seemed to be the only master of the situation.
"Lick his balls," she said to Camilla. "And if you can kiss her feet. He likes it more than anything else."
Camilla looked at me, took her dick out of her mouth and nodded to me to lie down next to Luciana. Then he turned to her, and said "Will you help me?", and Luciana got up - leaving Riccardo at the foot of the bed, unnecessarily crouched - and joined her. Me, the penis like a pylon, the only one who was comfortable on the matrimonial.
The two women began to undress each other, with a studied slowness. Luciana began by lowering the straps of Camilla's dress and taking off her bra. It was then that I had to think again: that girl's tits weren't as big, of course, nor as florid as Luciana's (of which it must be said that they were swollen with milk), but proportioned, in their own way full and with beautiful wide and soft nipples, of a pale pink virginal. Luciana was the first to discover what they tasted like. She took the left areola between her lips, slightly swollen like a teenager's, and judging by the sound Camilla made - we immediately discovered that she was one who enjoyed it noisily - she had to suck hard, or lick the nipple well: the other one, besides enjoying it, pushed the back of her neck against her breast as if to signal her not to stop, to give in. Luciana passed to the right breast without leaving the left one: with her thumb and index finger she titillated the nipple that had made it stiffen.
Meanwhile Riccardo had undressed. I noticed that he was hairy (but without disgusting excesses) and quite harmonic, as a man. Everything was different from me: where I was weak (tonicity, fine lines, a certain sweetness of form) he excelled. And vice versa. He had, for example, a much firmer ass than mine, and very wide feet, but my cock seemed bigger. It was certainly a nice dick, too, which in its fifteen-sixteen centimeters gave the idea of working well, but more than that, in the groin area, stood out some balls that were two or three times mine, and a very tight scrotum.
Now Camilla was just in her underwear: a black slipper, simple in front and Brazilian on her ass. Luciana left her like that, she said, partly because she was too wet to deprive her of the pleasure of being undressed by a man, partly because she wanted to give me the satisfaction of doing it myself. As soon as she was done, Camilla unbuttoned her blouse and returned the favor. With her breasts uncovered, the wonder of the couple was revealed.
"Good heavens," said Camilla.
"Don't be too surprised, I'm a pregnant woman: everything's normal."
"If I suck them, does milk come out?" she asked candidly, this time addressed to Riccardo. He smiled. "You have to ask her."
I was the one who answered: "Not yet. Suck all you want."
And so he did. I looked at them, slowly following me: Luciana, with a big belly and exploding tits, getting her nipples sucked by a beautiful half-naked girl. Could I have asked for more out of life? She moaned with composure, excited by the novelty. She enjoyed without losing control even a moment later, when Camilla broke away and spurred on her lips for a long kiss, and when they parted to join us: Camilla towards me, me lying on the bed and her standing with her ass against my face; Luciana, standing too, with her legs open on Riccardo's face, also lying with her head looking over the bed: she took off Luciana's panties and she leaned sweetly on his face to get her pussy licked. In the second that preceded my exploration in Camilla's ass, I saw the beard of Riccardo's chin blending in with the hair of Luciana's pussy, which was moving faster and faster on him, beginning to really enjoy it. I knew her well, and I envied the doctor: she must have had an extraordinary taste and smell at that moment.
I turned around, to dedicate myself to Camilla's buttocks. I gently pulled off her bottom and I found my perfect ass in front of me, so tight that it was practically already open. It was gorgeous, turned and high, and to see the anus (carefully shaved but not too tight, you could see that she often took it in the ass) it was enough to open it a little bit, with the same delicacy that it takes to uncover the forehead from the curtain of a bangs.
I opened it, in short, and slung myself to lick it. She leaned forward, and brought her hands to her pussy. In the meantime, I licked, I propped her anus with my tongue, I smelled: it was certainly an intense smell, very intimate, but not as strong as Luciana's smell. The pussy, I noticed, from behind seemed very shaved. Meanwhile, my dick was bursting, and I had a sudden and irrepressible desire to fuck. I detached myself from that wonderful ass and pushed her hips so that she would turn around, and I discovered that I was wrong about the pussy: her lips were well shaved, yes, but in a tufted clump ordered to act as a colbacco right above the clitoris, very thick and dark.
"Lick my balls and then climb on top of me," I said.
She didn't laugh or tell me to take it easy. She was used to taking sex very seriously, and respecting each other's desires. I spread my legs a little and she crept in and started licking.
Meanwhile, the facesitting between Luciana and Riccardo had ended. He had slipped his lips, soaked in her moods, out of the shadow zone created by her belly, and stood up on the bed to get his dick sucked. Roles reversed, as between me and Camilla, who now pushed my thighs further and further back, as if I was the woman and she wanted to fuck me.
"Hold them steady, backwards," she clarified. And I pulled my legs like I saw Luciana do when I was fucking her lying down. Camilla continued with her balls, then got off lightly and started kissing my ass. Better, I must say, than I had done with her. I found myself moaning very loudly, almost without noticing, until Riccardo - the huge balls slapped against Luciana's lips, the dick sawn at a very fast pace - said "The boy enjoys it enough. Cami, if you were a steady couple you would make noise pollution.
It was a very long night. I don't want to exaggerate, I recognize my limits even in sex and I have to say that I am a normal fucker who has met normal partners, no movie stuff before and after, but that night I gave (like the other three) the best of me. The oral was followed by penetrations, even anal, and the feeling of being in a pussy of others while your partner, caught ninety by the dick that is not yours, looks at you witty, with a desire that resembles desperation. I came three times: in Camilla's hot and tight pussy, inadvertently; on her feet; on Luciana's breast, together with Riccardo, so that Camilla would lick everything. I screamed and made her scream with pleasure. I discovered, for example, that Camilla loved getting her clitoris sucked, something that Luciana didn't like, but that I adored. And I was happy with how Riccardo managed to satisfy Luciana's cravings, provoking various orgasms and giving her a lot of attention, especially during the penetrative phase. He held her for tens of minutes in the position that excited her the most during that period - that is, she at ninety and him with his hands on her breasts, free to tease her nipples - maintaining a constant and fast rhythm. Every once in a while he would slip out when he saw he was close to coming, and greedily lick her sweaty ass - which she loved. Then he'd come back inside, sometimes alternating a bit between the holes.
I don't hide the fact that there were glances and confused situations between Riccardo and me too, that during a sixty-nine session between Camilla and Luciana (in which the latter insisted on getting her anus licked more than her pussy, deviating the course of Camilla's tongue) we ended up sawing each other close and, for a short time, reciprocally: it was a strange and very pleasant feeling.
He and Camilla, just before, had done something that had made me very horny and that I promised to do again with Luciana. Standing on the bed, she had spread her legs slightly, while he, lying down, offered her the very wide sole of his foot: she sat on it, held it by her ankle, and masturbated like this, using the sole of his foot as a friction platform.
It was also nice when we exchanged, that is, when everyone fucked with their partner. Luciana and I spoke very slowly, talking to each other in our ears about how exciting that situation was (she was talking while I was sucking her breast and holding her hands on her belly); Camilla and Riccardo were like in a porn movie, standing against the wall, only in the ass, with him pounding her without peace and her almost voiceless, now roaring instead of screaming.
When I came for the second time, as I said, I came sawing myself on Camilla's feet, back from an exhausting anal with Riccardo. I licked them first, and discovered that all the intense smells that did not reside in the other parts of her body, now that she had sweated, were there: the harsh scent of the interstices, the only one I was looking for without finding it on Luciana's skin, was there.
"Riccardo doesn't like me washing my feet too much," he said, perhaps to justify himself.
"I understand," I answered while licking her fingers.
She had perfect feet, no nail polish, long fingers and full fingertips. I came without being able to hold myself back when, while I was licking her left hand and she was weighing my balls with the wet back of her right hand, I saw her pussy open naturally, for a moment, and release something on the sheet: my earlier arrival mixed with Riccardo's, who had already been dripping between her buttocks for some time.
But here, of all people, my favorite moment came later. It was the one that most resembled an orgy, and that preceded the final orgasm of Riccardo and myself. Me lying down, Camilla on me but with my back (a splendid perspective on her ass, then, and her feet), Riccardo who analysiously fucks Luciana at 90, resting one foot on the edge of the bed to get strength in the pushes, Luciana who, kneeling down, licks my plants and my fingers, and Riccardo and Camilla who, from above us, kiss each other.
I only resisted two minutes: I took off from Camilla and invited Riccardo. Luciana understood, lay down, and while the other kissed her vagina softly, she let us invade it with our hot and, at that point, very little sperm.
When we fell asleep it was almost dawn. Me looking after Camilla on my chest, Riccardo spooning with Luciana, my hands on her belly (with whom I think he had a quick relationship late in the day, while I woke up, because I heard him saying "Troia, you're about to give birth and you have all this desire", and the bed squeaked, and she got up just as I opened my eyes, with her cupped hand under her pussy whispering, coming out of the room, "Bravo, now I'm losing sperm again"). We hadn't washed or opened the window. The air stagnated for hours: feet, cum, sweat and all kinds of moods.
At a certain point I got up, leaving Riccardo scratching his balls in his sleep and Camilla, the beautiful Camilla, with her tumid lips ajar. I reached Luciana in the bathroom, where she was washing her pussy in the shower, and going over the edge of the tub I reached her and hugged her.
She turned off the water, put her hand on my belly and said "Feel". But I didn't feel anything.
I held her tighter and I knew she was going to tell me something, but I didn't feel like talking. I made her "Shhh", placing my index finger on her pussy lips instead of her mouth. She laughed, I laughed too. Then I gave her a long kiss, and we started the waterworks again.
Luciana and I hadn't had sex all day. That morning she woke up with my cum on her feet and the sight of me with a half straight, dripping cock that I alluded to a breakfast. I was referring to the semen I had splashed between her nail polish and sheets, but also to the various foodstuffs I had stolen, in large numbers and shamelessly, from the bar where I had met, and invited, Camilla and the Doctor for that very evening, at sunset. When I told her ("A couple is coming for dinner tonight, they are very beautiful, they say they saw us last night on the terrace") Luciana had smiled in a strange way, clearly excited, and had looked at me without talking for a good minute. She was telling me, without saying it, are we going to fuck them?, and I was saying yes, to keep us ready. We'd eaten lightly, slept and spent most of the afternoon washing ourselves thoroughly. Especially her. When I saw her standing in the bathtub from the open bathroom door, her legs slightly apart, her hand going from pussy to nose repeatedly, I asked her what she was doing. She told me that since she was pregnant her smell seemed stronger, and she was embarrassed by it.
"I like your smell."
"It's not you I'm worried about."
To reassure her, I approached her and asked her to spread her legs a little more. I bent down and breathed hard a millimeter from her big lips, the tip of my nose to make room in the hair.
"You smell clean," I said. "Unfortunately."
She laughed. So I pulled out my tongue and gave a few lappings, just two or three, until I felt it start to quiver and wet. So I pulled it off.
"They'll like the taste too," I said. Then I came out of the bathroom, leaving her with her freshly wet pussy and her head reclining back, in the distraction of pleasure.
For most of the dinner I thought that the story between Riccardo G., doctor, and Camilla, must have been something very ambiguous at home in Italy. She was less than twenty-five years old and he was more than Luciana, of course, and the old sign of a faith that stood out in the tan of the ring finger. I even wondered if they were relatives, or stepfather and stepdaughter, until Riccardo - at the end of the meal and after a series of chats about their respective holidays, intoxicated by excitement - said "All right. Let's drink a few more beers, let's tell each other who we are, why we are here and why we decided to have dinner together tonight". We all agreed. I got up, took the remaining beers from the fridge, uncorked them and went back to the terrace.
"You start," he said. "You're the hosts."
Luciana, the only one not drinking, took the floor. From under the table, while she was telling the story, she shook my hand. "Nothing," she said, "we were neighbors. My marriage went like this and, well, we started a relationship."
"Committed," Camilla said, pointing with a wave of her arm at Luciana's belly. She laughed, I laughed too, and one of us went "Oh, yes", without knowing what to answer exactly. Then Riccardo shook his head.
"That's not what I meant when I said to tell us who we are," he said. "But maybe you're a little inhibited. Shall we start?" he asked. Camilla crossed his eyes and then blushed, nodding.
"Okay," she began. "In situations like this you tell yourself like this. I'm forty-three years old, four children, two sexting and two teenagers, and a wife who doesn't see me very well at the moment. I'm still legally married, but I've been travelling the world with Camilla for three months. And yes, we fuck until my balls dry up. Just to break it up."
Luciana laughed. He took a sip of her beer, and during the whole break she took between one part of the story and the other, to drink, he looked her in the eyes, reciprocated.
"We used to fuck in Italy too, to tell the truth, but with too many subterfuges: her rented room, fucking small hotels, some friends who lend us an apartment. Then it came out, luckily. I'm a doctor and university lecturer. Camilla was the girlfriend of one of my thesis students. At his graduation she was wearing a dress not too different from this one, and the whole time at the party I remember thinking I wanted to squat behind her and take off her underwear from that perspective. And then watching her ass half open for as long as my dick would give me before I wanted to fuck her."
"And after two days she fucked me, in fact," said Camilla, as he started drinking again. "She wrote me on Facebook, we texted a little bit, invited me into her studio and did exactly what she said she was thinking when she met me".
I could imagine them. I was already excited.
"There's not much to add, except that we didn't miss anything. "Everyone has his fixations, his shortcomings and his talents. We, as far as ours are concerned, compensate ourselves enough: his ass, my tongue, a little bit of penumbra, other people and not much else".
Luciana let go of my hand. I saw her take it in passing on a breast, and throw oblique glances at the bedroom, beyond the window, and then come back to us.
"It's up to you," Camilla told me. When she said it, she caressed my foot with hers from under the table. It was smooth and vaguely moist, and for the whole time I was telling it, he forced me to the friction of his toes that met mine. I wanted to drop everything and slap the chapel against the plant, and cum between the vaguely sweaty interstices while everyone looked at me. But I preferred to tell the story, and save the ambushes for later.
"Basically I showed up at her house with no underwear under my overalls because I really liked it. We'd been together almost two years. She left her husband and, well, as you can see, protected sex wasn't on our agenda. As the doctor says, it's almost seven months. But the sex is fine. We're not limiting ourselves. And to dispel any doubts about what comes next, we've never had sex with anyone else, only in front of others".
I expected them to ask me details, but they didn't. Camilla finished the beer, gave a little clap clap, then got up, took me by the hand and had Luciana tell him where the bedroom was. She answered "There" in a hoarse voice, pointing out the window, and the double bed in half-light clearly visible beyond the glass. While I was getting up, Riccardo said "Calm down, we'll all join her together". He also got up and joined Luciana, the only one still sitting. Then he slowly pulled off his shirt, releasing a wide torso, not exactly sculpted, but charming and masculine. Then he caressed the back of her neck with his left hand, while with his right hand he released his grip on the shirt, letting it fall on the tiles of the terrace.
"I hope you don't only like sexting," he said.
She pushed herself gently against his belly, and responded to the provocation by kissing him greedily from her belly to the grayish grove of her chest, first only with her lips, and then with rapid incursions of tongue. Afterwards she detached herself, looked him straight in the eye and said, "I like those who do not disappoint expectations. Then he got up and walked towards the bedroom. Alone. We all followed her: Camilla and I holding hands, and Riccardo shirtless behind us.
I was the first one left with nothing on. Camilla took off my shirt and, without much poetry, my pants. On the dark blue boxer shorts I had a fairly large stain of pre-ejaculatory liquid, which she approached before she even pulled down my pants. She tried to massage the chapel from above the fabric, then took the palm of her hand to her nostrils to smell it. Then she took off my panties, and my very hard penis, with the chapel free and dripping, sprung them in front. I was clearly very excited, and when she bent down and grabbed my cock (lingering for a few seconds before taking it to her mouth) I was afraid I'd come on her face.
"You've got a nice dick, congratulations. I like them, wide chapels," she said. I didn't have time to thank him, he had already shoved it in his mouth, and from that perspective he looked at me with his eyes wide open. Camilla was very beautiful: in a classic way, she was more beautiful than Luciana. The typical beautiful girl you notice on the street: big, red lips, lucky features, big, well-made-up eyes. Not a big breast, as I said, but a great ass, and nice legs, and nice feet. While she was blowing me I tried to stem the thought from her physical qualities, so as not to ejaculate immediately.
Luciana, meanwhile, was lying on the bed, still fully clothed. Riccardo picked my underwear off the floor and smelled them. Then he sat down beside her, and handed them to her. I didn't hear what he was saying to her, because I was caught up in the obscene noises of snapping and sucking made by Camilla with my dick in my throat, but I saw Luciana grabbing my boxers and licking the stitches already wet from the pre-sperm, while Riccardo was looking at her. Then he put himself in such a position that he could kiss her feet without her being uncomfortable, and began an adoration that I knew well.
Luciana seemed to be the only master of the situation.
"Lick his balls," she said to Camilla. "And if you can kiss her feet. He likes it more than anything else."
Camilla looked at me, took her dick out of her mouth and nodded to me to lie down next to Luciana. Then he turned to her, and said "Will you help me?", and Luciana got up - leaving Riccardo at the foot of the bed, unnecessarily crouched - and joined her. Me, the penis like a pylon, the only one who was comfortable on the matrimonial.
The two women began to undress each other, with a studied slowness. Luciana began by lowering the straps of Camilla's dress and taking off her bra. It was then that I had to think again: that girl's tits weren't as big, of course, nor as florid as Luciana's (of which it must be said that they were swollen with milk), but proportioned, in their own way full and with beautiful wide and soft nipples, of a pale pink virginal. Luciana was the first to discover what they tasted like. She took the left areola between her lips, slightly swollen like a teenager's, and judging by the sound Camilla made - we immediately discovered that she was one who enjoyed it noisily - she had to suck hard, or lick the nipple well: the other one, besides enjoying it, pushed the back of her neck against her breast as if to signal her not to stop, to give in. Luciana passed to the right breast without leaving the left one: with her thumb and index finger she titillated the nipple that had made it stiffen.
Meanwhile Riccardo had undressed. I noticed that he was hairy (but without disgusting excesses) and quite harmonic, as a man. Everything was different from me: where I was weak (tonicity, fine lines, a certain sweetness of form) he excelled. And vice versa. He had, for example, a much firmer ass than mine, and very wide feet, but my cock seemed bigger. It was certainly a nice dick, too, which in its fifteen-sixteen centimeters gave the idea of working well, but more than that, in the groin area, stood out some balls that were two or three times mine, and a very tight scrotum.
Now Camilla was just in her underwear: a black slipper, simple in front and Brazilian on her ass. Luciana left her like that, she said, partly because she was too wet to deprive her of the pleasure of being undressed by a man, partly because she wanted to give me the satisfaction of doing it myself. As soon as she was done, Camilla unbuttoned her blouse and returned the favor. With her breasts uncovered, the wonder of the couple was revealed.
"Good heavens," said Camilla.
"Don't be too surprised, I'm a pregnant woman: everything's normal."
"If I suck them, does milk come out?" she asked candidly, this time addressed to Riccardo. He smiled. "You have to ask her."
I was the one who answered: "Not yet. Suck all you want."
And so he did. I looked at them, slowly following me: Luciana, with a big belly and exploding tits, getting her nipples sucked by a beautiful half-naked girl. Could I have asked for more out of life? She moaned with composure, excited by the novelty. She enjoyed without losing control even a moment later, when Camilla broke away and spurred on her lips for a long kiss, and when they parted to join us: Camilla towards me, me lying on the bed and her standing with her ass against my face; Luciana, standing too, with her legs open on Riccardo's face, also lying with her head looking over the bed: she took off Luciana's panties and she leaned sweetly on his face to get her pussy licked. In the second that preceded my exploration in Camilla's ass, I saw the beard of Riccardo's chin blending in with the hair of Luciana's pussy, which was moving faster and faster on him, beginning to really enjoy it. I knew her well, and I envied the doctor: she must have had an extraordinary taste and smell at that moment.
I turned around, to dedicate myself to Camilla's buttocks. I gently pulled off her bottom and I found my perfect ass in front of me, so tight that it was practically already open. It was gorgeous, turned and high, and to see the anus (carefully shaved but not too tight, you could see that she often took it in the ass) it was enough to open it a little bit, with the same delicacy that it takes to uncover the forehead from the curtain of a bangs.
I opened it, in short, and slung myself to lick it. She leaned forward, and brought her hands to her pussy. In the meantime, I licked, I propped her anus with my tongue, I smelled: it was certainly an intense smell, very intimate, but not as strong as Luciana's smell. The pussy, I noticed, from behind seemed very shaved. Meanwhile, my dick was bursting, and I had a sudden and irrepressible desire to fuck. I detached myself from that wonderful ass and pushed her hips so that she would turn around, and I discovered that I was wrong about the pussy: her lips were well shaved, yes, but in a tufted clump ordered to act as a colbacco right above the clitoris, very thick and dark.
"Lick my balls and then climb on top of me," I said.
She didn't laugh or tell me to take it easy. She was used to taking sex very seriously, and respecting each other's desires. I spread my legs a little and she crept in and started licking.
Meanwhile, the facesitting between Luciana and Riccardo had ended. He had slipped his lips, soaked in her moods, out of the shadow zone created by her belly, and stood up on the bed to get his dick sucked. Roles reversed, as between me and Camilla, who now pushed my thighs further and further back, as if I was the woman and she wanted to fuck me.
"Hold them steady, backwards," she clarified. And I pulled my legs like I saw Luciana do when I was fucking her lying down. Camilla continued with her balls, then got off lightly and started kissing my ass. Better, I must say, than I had done with her. I found myself moaning very loudly, almost without noticing, until Riccardo - the huge balls slapped against Luciana's lips, the dick sawn at a very fast pace - said "The boy enjoys it enough. Cami, if you were a steady couple you would make noise pollution.
It was a very long night. I don't want to exaggerate, I recognize my limits even in sex and I have to say that I am a normal fucker who has met normal partners, no movie stuff before and after, but that night I gave (like the other three) the best of me. The oral was followed by penetrations, even anal, and the feeling of being in a pussy of others while your partner, caught ninety by the dick that is not yours, looks at you witty, with a desire that resembles desperation. I came three times: in Camilla's hot and tight pussy, inadvertently; on her feet; on Luciana's breast, together with Riccardo, so that Camilla would lick everything. I screamed and made her scream with pleasure. I discovered, for example, that Camilla loved getting her clitoris sucked, something that Luciana didn't like, but that I adored. And I was happy with how Riccardo managed to satisfy Luciana's cravings, provoking various orgasms and giving her a lot of attention, especially during the penetrative phase. He held her for tens of minutes in the position that excited her the most during that period - that is, she at ninety and him with his hands on her breasts, free to tease her nipples - maintaining a constant and fast rhythm. Every once in a while he would slip out when he saw he was close to coming, and greedily lick her sweaty ass - which she loved. Then he'd come back inside, sometimes alternating a bit between the holes.
I don't hide the fact that there were glances and confused situations between Riccardo and me too, that during a sixty-nine session between Camilla and Luciana (in which the latter insisted on getting her anus licked more than her pussy, deviating the course of Camilla's tongue) we ended up sawing each other close and, for a short time, reciprocally: it was a strange and very pleasant feeling.
He and Camilla, just before, had done something that had made me very horny and that I promised to do again with Luciana. Standing on the bed, she had spread her legs slightly, while he, lying down, offered her the very wide sole of his foot: she sat on it, held it by her ankle, and masturbated like this, using the sole of his foot as a friction platform.
It was also nice when we exchanged, that is, when everyone fucked with their partner. Luciana and I spoke very slowly, talking to each other in our ears about how exciting that situation was (she was talking while I was sucking her breast and holding her hands on her belly); Camilla and Riccardo were like in a porn movie, standing against the wall, only in the ass, with him pounding her without peace and her almost voiceless, now roaring instead of screaming.
When I came for the second time, as I said, I came sawing myself on Camilla's feet, back from an exhausting anal with Riccardo. I licked them first, and discovered that all the intense smells that did not reside in the other parts of her body, now that she had sweated, were there: the harsh scent of the interstices, the only one I was looking for without finding it on Luciana's skin, was there.
"Riccardo doesn't like me washing my feet too much," he said, perhaps to justify himself.
"I understand," I answered while licking her fingers.
She had perfect feet, no nail polish, long fingers and full fingertips. I came without being able to hold myself back when, while I was licking her left hand and she was weighing my balls with the wet back of her right hand, I saw her pussy open naturally, for a moment, and release something on the sheet: my earlier arrival mixed with Riccardo's, who had already been dripping between her buttocks for some time.
But here, of all people, my favorite moment came later. It was the one that most resembled an orgy, and that preceded the final orgasm of Riccardo and myself. Me lying down, Camilla on me but with my back (a splendid perspective on her ass, then, and her feet), Riccardo who analysiously fucks Luciana at 90, resting one foot on the edge of the bed to get strength in the pushes, Luciana who, kneeling down, licks my plants and my fingers, and Riccardo and Camilla who, from above us, kiss each other.
I only resisted two minutes: I took off from Camilla and invited Riccardo. Luciana understood, lay down, and while the other kissed her vagina softly, she let us invade it with our hot and, at that point, very little sperm.
When we fell asleep it was almost dawn. Me looking after Camilla on my chest, Riccardo spooning with Luciana, my hands on her belly (with whom I think he had a quick relationship late in the day, while I woke up, because I heard him saying "Troia, you're about to give birth and you have all this desire", and the bed squeaked, and she got up just as I opened my eyes, with her cupped hand under her pussy whispering, coming out of the room, "Bravo, now I'm losing sperm again"). We hadn't washed or opened the window. The air stagnated for hours: feet, cum, sweat and all kinds of moods.
At a certain point I got up, leaving Riccardo scratching his balls in his sleep and Camilla, the beautiful Camilla, with her tumid lips ajar. I reached Luciana in the bathroom, where she was washing her pussy in the shower, and going over the edge of the tub I reached her and hugged her.
She turned off the water, put her hand on my belly and said "Feel". But I didn't feel anything.
I held her tighter and I knew she was going to tell me something, but I didn't feel like talking. I made her "Shhh", placing my index finger on her pussy lips instead of her mouth. She laughed, I laughed too. Then I gave her a long kiss, and we started the waterworks again.
