Italian Story

This is a story shared with me by a fellow Celt. Iwan – my name for him, we have never met, that I know of.. there’s a chance of an exchanged glance or smile, and maybe even a touch as we have brushed up against each other – unaware of the delicious bond between us.

He tells the story of how, as a young ‘English as a Foreign Language‘ teacher in Italy he had an amazing experience with three young women. My contribution to this is to tell part of the story through the eyes of one of these women.

Anna met us after School one day – all excited about the plan she had for the Easter holidays. Her parents had a house in the mountains where they spent every summer – we could stay there at Easter – we would have to open up the house and cater – but in return we would have the place to ourselves for the whole long weekend.

Anna is the brave one – she is the leader of our group – they call me ‘Poco Paula’ as I’m not small but I’m the shy one – the little mouse. I have had the usual attention from guys – banging car doors and shouting “Bella, bella.” But I have shied away from such attention.
Anna and Lucia – the Raven – with her black hair, were much more striking looking and encouraged such reactions.

Anna had been studying English for six months at her parents’ request. Lucia already spoke fluently and so did I although it was rare for me to use it.

Anna resented her lessons and was always telling us how she would tease her teacher. He was young and handsome – but it was easy to make him blush. Lucia and I suspected she went further than she let on – she could take risks sometimes. She told us about the last naughty thing she had done and how it had given her the idea for Easter.
She described how she had made the Prof, as she called him, have an erection – she said although he had tried to hide it she could still see it through his baggy trousers; he went very red and mumbled something in a language that wasn’t English.
“What did you do,” we asked. She replied, “I put my legs up on the desk and pretended that my skirt had slipped and flashed my knickers at him, it was so much fun to tease him…. he is so proper and respectful.”
“Anyway,” she continued, ”this is my plan… lets invite the Prof to go with us.”

I wasn’t sure but Anna and Lucia dismissed my concerns, “Don’t be such a spoilsport, there’s three of us, he wouldn’t be a problem, he could lose his job.”

Anyway, Anna invited him and the four of us travelled up there in Lucia’s car. We stopped to buy provisions and after a long drive up a rough track reached the house.

We opened up, found logs, swept and set the stove. Most of the furniture was covered up but we managed to make it feel cosy and warm.
It was a glorious afternoon so we changed into bikini tops and skirts and sat outside making daisy chains.

Thinking back to that day – the three of us were very different to look at, being in bikinis accentuated those differences – Anna was tall, blonde and willowy, Lucia had long shiny black hair and I was little shorter with dark auburn hair and pale, pale skin.
I envied my friends everything but their breasts – Anna’s were small, Lucia’s were larger but heavy, mine were bigger and firmer.

In the evening we cooked on the range and sat around talking and drinking sparkling wine. We all drank more than usual and so that is why it seemed like a good idea to all sleep in one big bed together. It was Anna’s idea of course – she made a joke about it being cold….

We all got into the bed fully clothed and played silly games. This progressed into tickling and wrestling. Anna and Lucia were determined to get Iwan’s clothes off, so the wrestling soon got him down to his Calvin Klein’s.
Anna and Lucia managed to lose everything but their pants. Anna decided to tickle Lucia, they looked so beautiful together. I peeked at Iwan – he must have thought so too as I could see a big bulge in his pants. Seeing them like that also did something to me.

When they stopped for a rest Anna said, “Look at Poco Paula – she’s really turned on by the wrestling, let’s have a closer look.”
They pounced on me and pulled off my jeans and shirt. Iwan must have seen it first – the damp patch that made my knickers transparent; and my erect nipples.

“Look at that, “ says Anna, “our little mouse is wet,” as she leant over and caressed one of my nipples… “randy little mouse.”

I groaned as she stroked me, I couldn’t help myself and arched my back so there was more contact between her hand and my breast.

Lucia had started tickling my feet and then she worked up my legs to my thighs. I have always been extremely ticklish so this made me squeal and then made me feel as though I was going to wet myself.
What I didn’t realise was that I was being powerfully sexually aroused – I got wetter and the whole area between my legs started to ache.

Lucia had half rolled on me to prevent my escaping the tickling. She pressed against me and I felt her pussy push into my thigh. It felt distinctly damp to me. As she tickled further up my legs and onto my tummy she began to make little thrusts and exhaled her breath as she did so.

Iwan and Anna went quiet, they were both looking at us intently. I could see the bulge in his pants was even bigger. Somehow I found them watching Lucia tickle me to be very exciting.
Iwan just watched and I could hear his breathing – it seemed as fast and nearly as noisy as Lucia’s.

I think Anna was getting fed up – not being the centre of attention – but what she did next I think took us all by surprise. She stood up on the bed, pulled her pants off and started to do a kind of belly dance. She stroked her body and stood over Iwan, swaying and writhing.
Lucia stopped tickling me and looked on in amazement. We all could see that Anna was aroused, her clit glistened in the candlelight, her juice formed little tiny rivulets on her thighs. She gradually bent her knees and lowered herself onto Iwan’s midriff. She lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts. She looked across at us, confident he wouldn’t understand and said, in Italian, “I had to do it, I couldn’t wait for him to make a move…”

She lowered her face to his and they kissed deeply. She slid up and down on his midriff for a little while. He moaned each time her bum touched his erect cock. She moved to push down his pants and lowered herself onto his penis. She sighed as it slid in all the way to the hilt. He groaned and rubbed her breasts.
He arched his hips and she thrust down powerfully, almost like riding a horse. Her movements were punctuated with grunts and groans; we could hear Anna explaining to Iwan, in her dreadful English, how much she was liking this….”How much wet I am, I’m very horny this fucking.”

Lucia had resumed her little thrusts and was now making whimpering noises, she pressed her hand against my mound. Oh that was so good, up until now I hadn’t realised that was what I had been longing for.

Lucia gasped, “Rub me, please.”

I pushed down Lucia’s knickers and put my hand between her pussy and my leg so I could feel her wetness. That was as far as I dared go, she moved her clit against my hand – it was so hard and wet – it felt amazing.
She lowered her head and sucked one of my nipples. I pressed my mound up into her hand and she gently pushed my thong aside and slid in her fingers.
She started thrusting really fast against my hand and some of my fingers slid into her vagina – that felt so good. Her muscles started to move against my fingers, she got wetter and her whimpers got louder. Suddenly she started to shudder and the wetness swirled all around my fingers. Her muscles gripped my fingers as the contractions of her orgasms got stronger. She shuddered once more and lay still. I pulled out my fingers and licked them – how sweet that was.

Anna was still riding Iwan but I could see she was close. He was rubbing her clit as she pressed down onto his penis and that was getting her to the edge of her orgasm. She shouted that she was cumming and her whole body convulsed. She lay on his chest for a short while and then pulled herself off. Iwan groaned, he hadn’t cum.

Lucia and Anna looked at each other, then looked at Iwan and me. “Come on,” said Anna, “they both need to cum.”

They pulled my knickers off and pushed me across the bed to where Iwan lay. Lucia started to lick my nipples and Anna to stroke my inner thighs. I had started to protest but this was so delicious that I gave in to the sensations. Anna took one of Iwan’s hands and laid it on my mound – he took the hint and started to stroke me. H gently spread my labia and rubbed my clit with one and then two fingers.
It was so sensitive that I longed to be licked – “Please, someone, lick me…” I begged.
I think it was Anna that did that …… until I wanted something more, I reached out and found a hand and pushed it up into my vagina, it was followed shortly by a penis that replaced it and I found myself being expertly fucked. What an amazing experience – my first real one – I’d had sex before but not with a man who knew how to pleasure me. His penis explored every part of my vagina, I was close to orgasm and started to thrust back. It was incredible, I could feel every bit of him. I started to shudder and he speeded up. I was there, my first orgasm with a man……I screamed and then burst into tears, I was sobbing, shuddering, squirting and writhing. The three of them were really concerned until I calmed down and announced it was my first real orgasm.
Poor Iwan, my performance had so frightened him that he hadn’t cum yet. Anna took pity on him and gave him a blowjob – which he must have enjoyed from the noises he was making.

We all slept really well that night, all cuddled up like puppies.
Anna finished her course and we all went our separate ways, until we saw Iwan’s picture on the Internet.

We met up yesterday and are travelling to Wales to surprise him at the Aber Jazz festival in Fishguard……