Desire begins

Antonio looked as handsome as ever; she expected nothing less. He greeted her, as always, with a single red rose, a kiss upon the hand and the words, “Sinorina, I cannot wait to fuck you,” in a whispered tone, as he leaned close to her cheek to steal the first kiss of the visit. His words always made her shudder with excitement for his style was like the mood of a wild woman, always a surprise.

This spring Helena’s drive to Lago di Garda was long. The Garda Sea was a jewel nestled between the valleys of the Northern Italian Alps. Snow capped mountains melted the glacier that streamed into the crystal blue waters below. Garda was a seasonal place, with hotel after hotel shutting their doors at the brink of winter, but Helena’s destination did not need the warm weather or open hotels. She was going to the dreamy villa that possessed enough warmth to last through the cool months of the year and each time she drove to see Antonio, Helena remembered how strangely they had met.

Her journal was embroidered with loops of thread, bound in soft leather. She scribbled her heart’s passions onto its pages. One day, Helena glanced into the distance when she heard the waitress drop a tray of desserts but was intrigued by a man across the room, charming, with eyes blue as the Mediterranean Sea. She smiled.

Within moments, he sat beside her and they fondled fingers in public view. Something about him was familiar. Time stopped as eternity entered the palm of her hand and just as forever seemed tangible, he stood up, kissed her forehead, said good-bye and walked away. Helena’s cappuccino was cold, her mind dreamy and her journal gone.

For a month, Helena sobbed like a child whose pet had died. The journal was her soul, trapped in ink on hand-made paper, bound until its spine tattered. Her world changed when the mysterious stranger called claiming to have found her journal (Helena’s contact information was written inside).

He offered to drop it off, but he lived in Italy. Instead she dashed into her car and drove nine hours from Frankfurt to confront the thief. After explaining that he inadvertently took it along with the book that he placed on her table that lovely winter’s day, Helena was unable to accuse him of anything deceitful. As life’s little ironies would have it, Antonio and Helena clicked, eyes passionate from centuries past. His charm was spellbinding and they ended up making love in his Italian villa. That was two years ago.

This was to be a weekend for the two of them, in her home away from home, where the sea was a brilliant blue, clean and fresh; where the sky’s misty haze hid the full view of the mountains across the sea and the air smelled of olive oil. Upon her arrival, Helena was surprised to see several unfamiliar cars parked behind the iron gates. Antonio never mentioned there would be other guests.

Once, Antonio had her crawl through the garden grounds as he hid naked and hard behind a statute. When she found him, he asked her to show him what she would do with Pygmalion’s image, if it were real.

Upon licking the V between the statue’s legs, Helena was startled to find that the statue was in fact a real woman, painted white to resemble Pygmalion’s vision of perfection. The three enjoyed an explosive experience on the garden grounds for an entire afternoon, where later, he paid the stranger and cooked a delicious pasta meal for lunch. His strangeness intensified her curiosity. A slice of eroticism was always on his menu. Walking through the iron gateway, into the garden of his villa, was like walking into a prison of personal desire. Once inside, she could not escape the aroma of lust until she had a taste.

The kitchen overlooked the tranquil Garda Sea that was usually surrounded by crowds sailing, swimming and sun tanning in the summer, but this was the end of a chilly winter. A small crowd of people sat in the dinning room that still had accessibility to the glorious view. Antonio handed Helena a glass of red wine and lead her to the group of strangers in silence. Uncomfortable, Helena sat beside him on an antique chair and was introduced to everyone.

There were four couples, all Italian. The room was filled with small talk and an occasional secret look from one to another. Helena noticed immediately, but chose to ignore the gestures. She was, once again, unsure of his plans if there were any. Helena just wanted to be alone with him and tried to signal her desire for granting his “fuck me” wish.

He played with her hair, caressed her legs and occasionally kissed her lips in front of his dinner guests. Helena sensed unfamiliar excitement. Each time he stroked her knee, he pulled up her skirt a little higher, exposing her thighs to him. Though some of the guests noticed and watched, others seemed to ignore the obvious gestures. Helena sensed his actions were part of his evening scheme, but wondered if they were within the boundaries she had set in the past. He certainly was capable of exposing her but wondered if he would extend such a public display without her consent. Voyeurism and exhibitionism were never a consideration, until now.

The conversations were light and entertaining, the pasta, rich with sauce and the wine heavy. Helena lost track of how much she drank, perhaps three or four glasses over the two-hour dinner. She finally felt comfortable. Apparently one of the other guests, Giovanna, did as well. In her happy natured manner she flung her top off, unhooked her bra and invited the other four women to join her in the liberation. Helena, usually daring and open-minded, sat dazed, even under intoxication. The men laughed and egged the women on in their masculine, ego-minded way. Each time a bra came off, it was flung onto the chandelier above the table. Helena’s was the only one missing.

The guests turned toward her and Helena faced peer pressure; she flushed with embarrassment. “Go on, Sinorina, show them how beautiful your breasts are,” Antonio spoke in his eloquent Italian accent. “They are ripened to perfection. Expose yourself.” “I can’t,” responded Helena with a shyness he had never encountered. The challenge made him hard. Antonio slowly raised her skirt, caressing her upper thigh and leaned to kiss her. In a whisper he spoke, “Helena, go on, let go and become the woman I know you are inside. You are a wild, desirable woman. Show it. Show them. Show me”.

Stranded and unable to escape, Helena realized that Antonio was correct; she was wild and desirable. “Isn’t this why I flee to his mercy every few months?” she thought. Her weekend excursions to Antonio’s villa always lead to a reawakening of her sexuality. Usually they involved only him, and occasionally another woman, but this was more than Helena ever expected. Her desires heightened.

She sat, timid and uneasy, looking at the audience waiting for Helena to join in the curious pleasure. The women were beautiful, the men, handsome and the situation so erotic that without another thought, Helena’s bra joined the others on the light above. “I’m proud of you, my Sinorina,” Antonio whispered in her ear as his hand came upon her breast, showing his prize to the others.

Helena did not remember when she began to feel the sexual pleasure between her legs but as Antonio nibbled on her nipples, between his sips of wine, a tender climax filled her; then she realized someone’s tongue was soothing her below. She noticed several of the couples were no longer at the dinner table and when she tilted her head, Helena saw a glimpse of naked bodies in the other room. When Antonio noticed, he asked, “Would you like to join them, my Sinorina? ” Helena could only muster a nod between her soft, pleasurable moans.

The room was candlelit: who lit them, Helena did not know, but the glow made the bodies sparkle; beads of sweat turned into diamond studs. Antonio held her hand as they walked into the lust filled room, where bodies swayed in an awkward harmony. Helena felt knots in her stomach as she, for a moment, questioned her ability to act upon her nodded commitment. She knew there was really no commitment on her end – to be a part of this – but Antonio lead her blindly into a new world and exposed the many levels of eroticism. This was a boundary she never encountered.

They sat on the sofa, making out like teenagers in the backseat of a car: heavy, passionate, yet with experienced frenzy. He never pressured her but offered options; she had the freedom to signal her desire to continue or stop. But before Helena could make her decision, another woman’s hand melted the bashfulness she had been trying to wash away all evening. Fingertips dug into Helena’s skin, powerful and lustful, slowly leading Helena’s hand down to feel the other woman’s wetness. Helena opened her eyes slightly to see who this woman was; her breasts were straight ahead, perfectly shaped – pear-like – with hard nipples begging for attention. Helena’s consciousness liquefied when her lips touched Giovanna’s olive skin, nipples a chocolate brown and familiar in a distant way.

It had been a months since Helena touched the velvet skin of a woman; Aphrodite seemed to emerge from her soul. She fumbled between thoughts of keeping her eyes open or closed; she wanted to savor the visuals in her mind but also wanted to confirm their reality. For a moment, Helena forgot Antonio and concentrated on the muse in front of her, silky as a spider’s web; Helena was trapped in it.

Her consciousness opened secret doorways of passion. The most glorious sight was when both lips, Antonio’s and Giovanna’s, were engulfed in the salty sea of her breasts, licking her sweat as though the last drop of water. The sight translated into power, nurture and submissive lust, but they were submitting to her as she enjoyed them. Helena possessed a grain of dominance. She clinched her velvet walls and realized that a stranger thrust inside her. She could not remember when he entered but surrendered to his force. Helena’s body entranced him as she lay on the sofa, her body nude, vulnerabilities exposed and legs open wide for anyone who wanted a part of her.

Helena wanted to see the bodies that played with hers, the men and women who tasted her flesh, decadent like Tiramisu, but kept her eyes closed and concentrated on the sensations that only multiple people could offer at one time. Helena’s pleasure was beyond natural; she was the core of their desires and her decision to allow their play excited her. Without Helena’s consent, another woman in the room would be “the one” – the one taking from the audience what she wanted and feeling the excruciating pleasure. Helena wanted that power: she wanted to be the one everyone in the room sought; she wanted to play goddess.

The moans in the room echoed in her eardrums; they were different, Italian, eloquent, like songs the Sirens in ancient mythology used to lure men into their provocative island. Helena soared to their music. Her body danced a song of forbidden delight: hips swayed in a rocking motion as a man plunged his hard cock within her and her torso guided the mouths along her breasts; her arms clenched to the edges of the cushions and her mind was dreamy with surrealism. Helena tried to fight the orgasm. She wanted to continue being the focus. She wanted more than she could comprehend, but her body heightened with delight, her pussy drenched from deep thrusts and her nipples hurt from too much stimulation.

Suddenly, Helena dug her fingertips into Antonio’s skin as she cried out her song of ecstasy while convulsing to orgasm, with flickering movements from every extremity of her body.

“Oh, Sinorina,” Antonio whispered, “You are not finished, my love.” Before Helena could take a breath, Antonio exchanged places with the other man who had just climaxed with Helena and thrust his own harness inside. She could bear no more and begged for a rest, but Antonio refused and continued with fierce passion. Helena’s pussy was still wet, burning, and confused between wanting more and wanting it to end.

Having no choice, Giovanna sat above her face. Helena smelled her aroma and watched as the others began to join. She was overwhelmed with passion – some primitive desire for a lustful fuck – and dove her face into Giovanna and continued to surrender to the others. After all, it was a fair game: they got what they wanted, as did she. It was the perfect exchange of power, perfectly balanced, and amazingly accepted.

Dreamy with passion, she could not remember when Antonio climaxed and yet another entered her, but begged to be spared. Her body expelled every measure of energy it contained. They were brutal; they refused to let her go. Antonio arranged Helena’s entrapment. She was the focus of the evening and the crowd obliged.

They were more delicate with Helena after her pleas to stop. The caresses became softer, more tender, like that of butterfly wings tickling her sensitive body. She was able to breathe. None of the men invaded her but rather shared in the delight of her sweetness and licked lightly enough to continue her stimulation. Her nipples were raw from teeth clamping onto to her while lost in passion, but Antonio demanded Helena be soothed, comforted, relaxed yet continually stimulated. She lay helpless to their actions, weak from orgasmic exhaustion and craving more. As long as they let her breathe and gain her composure – her lustful energy – she was content.

She made a mental note to write in next journal entry: “A pungent, musk scent filled the Italian villa, Cyprus trees standing tall in the hills, isolated – proud – like the sculptures on Easter Island; forgotten but always remembered”. She never wanted to forget the adventures Antonio offered and decided to continue the evening with Antonio, in his Italian villa.

Taking your handsome face into my hands, I softly trace my nails along your face, nose and around your mouth. I begin to softly lick around the outline of your lips, and then I run my tongue over your entire mouth. I lick across your teeth and the insides of your lips. I gently push my tongue between your teeth in search of your tongue. Finding it, I slide my tongue against yours up one side and down the other. Then flicking mine against the top and tip of your tongue. I move away. 
   
   Beside me is a glass with some ice in it. I raise the glass to my lips and slowly suck in some ice. I hold it in my mouth for a minute to let it melt some. Water slowly glistens on my lips. I move towards you, my eyes locked with yours. I bring my cool lips to meet yours. I begin to kiss you and let the ice slip from my mouth into yours. Still watching you, I begin to lick the cool residue from your lips then mine. I kiss you again hard and with a heated fiery, fueled by hot wild passion. I take another cube of ice from the glass and begin rubbing it on your chest watching as the water glistens in the light of the candles burning. I move the ice down your stomach and around your belly button. The heat from your body melts the ice quickly. I go back and lick the water off your body, watching your face as I do. 

The sheets were red, silk and soft. She lay on them, her left leg up, her foot flat on the bed. Her arms were stretched above her head fanned beneath by her hair, black as a night without moon or stars. She stared at me with large browns eyes, twin pools sparkling with desire. I was eager to drown in them as eager as I was to drown in her sex.

My gaze moved from her eyes, to her lips, ripe with rouge, glistening like an apple plucked at its prime on a dewy morning. Her breasts rose slowly round alabaster mounds eager for my hands to grasp and massage. They were tipped with rosy nipples, hard and yearning.

I touched them, my gaze returning to her face.

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as I massaged first her left nipple and then her right and then both enjoying the sweet soft touch of her breasts so warm and soft and welcoming. She moaned and her leg fell flat on the bed. Her back arched and her sex, the sweet smooth mound of milky flesh brushed against my balls as they dangled.

I kissed her stomach and slide my tongue down to her belly button. She purred like a cat as I moved even further down to the clean shaved sex that oozed wetness. I kissed her soft moist lips. I slid my tongue between her slit, tickling the nub that was her clit.

She pushed herself up into my mouth her butt rising off the bed. She gripped both sides and moaned louder, shuddering as I took her clit fully into my mouth and began to suckle it as a baby does its mother’s nipple.

She pulled the sheets and wrapped her legs around my neck. Her soft thighs kissed the flesh of my neck, hot and firm. I took the scent of her into my nose and loved it. I felt my shaft already hard hardening even more. I wanted her and wanted her even more listening to the sounds erupting from her delicious lips.

Her breathing quickened becoming louder as she pushed her flesh harder against my face rolling her hips until finally with multiple shudders and cries of delight she fell back to the bed. Her legs relaxed and she released the sheets running her hands through my hair.

I looked up, her eyes were still closed. I looked down at her glistening sex. It was wet with opaque juices from her depts. My throbbing member was eager. I crawled up between her legs.

She opened her eyes and stared at me.

I leaned and kissed her as the tip of my head touched the folds of her vagina.

She kissed the corners of my mouth her tongue out licking remnants of her juices on my face.

My head popped into her, pushing past her sweet folds. I felt muscles contract at her opening. She moaned. I pushed further allowing my entire shaft to fill her.

Her tongue was in my mouth as I began to slowly stroke her, our bodies pressed together, her breasts a delightful cushion between us, nipples poking me as I impaled her.

Her legs were up again and we danced our bodies moving in unison, one form amidst the red sheets, glistening with sweat the odor of sex in the air.

I began to go faster and faster pushing myself harder into her yearning to go deeper and deeper still. Our breathing was fast and loud and in fact quiet arousing.

I pulled back, sitting on my heels, my shaft still buried in her sex. I grabbed her ankles and held her legs up.

She opened her eyes and stared at me. They were wide and filled with lust.

I began to slam into her, the sound of our flesh smacking together mixing with the din of our panting.

She added to this beginning to cry out even louder than before with each thrust growing louder.

I looked down and saw myself disappear into her candy pink hole. I watched as each time I pulled back the sweet milky film of her juices coated my shaft.

She was holding the sides of the bed again. Her lip again was between her teeth. Her head was back and her breasts pushed up. Her back was arched.

I felt a tremor in my loins and my own body convulsed. I erupted in her in three waves, and three finally thrusts the last one bringing her higher off the bed before she again fell weak with satisfaction on the silk sheets.

She opened her eyes and smiled.

In the darkness I crawl on top of you, breathing deeply. Awakening, you feel my nipples press against your chest as I stroke your face gently with my hands. Your cock pokes me in the belly as my mouth draws closer to yours. Closing your eyes, you try to move your arms to engulf me, only to find they won’t move. Puzzled, you try to look up at your hands as I fade away into the darkness. Your arms are pulled out to the side and above your head. You try to move them and wonder why they refuse to obey your command. You feel a very interesting sensation in your groin and look down, startled. Eyes adjusting ever so slightly in the dark, you make out your manhood being gripped in my hand, rapidly moving up and down until your erection has grown. The friction induced pleasurable sensation is replaced with an even better one as you feel my mouth close over your tip. “Whaaaa?” you gasp, now awakening more fully to find me kissing your cock. I smile at you mischievously, but continue to work your hardness with my mouth, sending shivers and thrills through your belly, your pelvis and up your spine. You turn to find your hands tied to the cast iron head-piece, your feet bound to the foot. You are spread wide open on the bed, completely stripped of all your clothing. I continue to kiss your cock as I look up at you. You feel the sensations build within your pelvis, growing stronger and stronger, more intense. You gasp and your breathing becomes very heavy. “Honey…Oh…ohhh, honeyyyy,” you moan as I finally let your cock fall from my mouth. You are bewildered and a little disappointed that the pleasant feelings have suddenly ceased. I look up at you and laugh, stroking your throbbing manhood lightly and teasingly. Electricity flows through you as my fingers work from the tip down to your balls. Unable to resist one last taste, I take each of your balls into my mouth and massage them with my tongue. “You’ve been a BAAAD boy,” I cry with glee. “Soooooo very bad.” With a giggle, I firmly grip your hardness and lightly slap it against your tummy, gently pinching your sack at the base at the same time. You writhe and moan as the sensations are both pleasurable and mildly painful. I stand up; and in the silver moonlight creeping through the window, you get a good look at me. You admire my form, wishing you could be free to grab me, touch me, hold, kiss, and lick… so many things you want to do. Your cock begins to bob up and down rapidly as the thoughts surge through your mind, the images of the many things you would do to me to make me feel so good. A slight ebb of pre-cum seeps from your tip, forming a small pool on your tummy. I am wearing a see through baby doll nightie I made for myself. It clings to my form so wonderfully, showing off my hips and waist, my delicate breasts and firm bum. I pose and show off my creation to you, as you stare in hungry awe. “Do you think I am pretty?” I ask you. “Oh yes, I think you are gorgeous. Let my hands go so I can show just how much” “What would you do if I were to release you?” I question, with a sly smile on my face. I purse my lips in a girlish pout, and open my big brown eyes innocently. I move to stand over you, with one foot on either side of your waist. I twist my hips back and forth over you, hooking my thumbs in the band of the panties, teasing you. “You want these off?” “Yes,” you gasp. I stand above you, being a temptress, dominant and strong. “Tonight I am in control, and you will do only what I want, when I want. Is that clear?” “Oh yes,” you say quietly, begging me downward with your eyes. “You want me to come closer? Well, maybe, maybe not.” I give you a wicked grin. Dropping to my knees, I clamp them tightly either side of your chest, holding you down, in place. You can feel my body heat radiating off of me and smell the faint, musky smell of my treasure. My panties are completely soaked, and I can feel little trickles of my juice running down my thighs. “Wow, you are so wet,” you whisper. “SSSSSsssshhhhhhh….” I shush you, placing my finger over your mouth. “Only I get to talk.” You move to kiss my finger but I pull it away, not allowing you to do anything you want. I move my hips back and forth above you, letting my panties bunch and loosen. I pull the waist band tight, forcing the material up, tight against my lips and you moan. You can see my nipples poking stiffly through the material, as more of my juices flow down my thighs and onto your chest. I let go of the waist band and lean forward, holding onto the iron railing above your head. I move my clad breasts close to your face. When you move forward to catch a nipple in your mouth, I move back. “Bad BAD boy!” You stop and lie back. I have never been so hot in my life. I release one hand and run it down my breast, my belly and down into my panties. You are helpless and can only watch me begin to touch myself. I reach down past my pubic hair, to the folds below. I feel how wet I am. Touching the top of my treasure, I press against the outside, finding my clit. I notice that I am very, very sensitive…every little touch sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I massage back and forth gently, the feelings growing more intense. I reach down and part my lips, inserting a finger into my moist opening. You are entranced, watching me explore myself, unable to do anything except observe the pleasure on my face. I am so close to you, but out of reach. My eyes are closed, and you watch helplessly as I increase the rate of my finger fucking. I place one hand onto the pillows next to your head for balance as I cum hard, my hips bucking forward wildly and a muffled scream of ecstasy escaping my lips. Opening my eyes, I notice you looking at me with a lust I have never seen before and I can sense your entire body throbbing with an electric pleasure. I pull my hand out from my panties, dripping with my juices, and place my fingers into your mouth. Your tongue licks the flavour right off of my fingers; you savour the sweet, wonderful taste. I draw my hand out, and one by one I re-insert my fingers for you to completely clean off. I lean down and kiss you deeply, my tongue pushing further and further inside your beautiful mouth. Pulling away, you look into my eyes and moan, “What have I done to deserve this?” Leaving you wondering, I lean back and remove my baby doll, letting my breasts fall free. Standing briefly, I remove my panties and kneel back down to straddle you again. My thighs are so very wet they lubricate my movement as I grind on top of you. I lean over you, one hand on the iron rail, and the other moves back down to my pussy. I insert my fingers deep into myself and lean forward. “Suck on me.” You take the closest nipple into your mouth and begin to lick and caress it with your tongue. I withdraw, and tilt slightly so you can reach the other. You surround my nipple and suck gently, starting a rapid rhythm. I am lost in the pleasure; moving and grinding just slightly above you, fingers deep inside my pussy stimulating my hidden magical spot. I explode with pleasure as I cum again, the sensation causing my vagina to grip my fingers incredibly tightly. I convulse and writhe in delight as the waves of pleasure course through me. I fall against you, and you feel me shudder and shiver, stiffen and relax. My nipple is still in your mouth as I withdraw my hand from my panties; I am overcome with both desire and need. “Wowmma,” you mumble against my breast. I lean back, letting you inhale deeply. I slide further down your body, grasping your cock in my hand and rubbing its head against my clit. The friction is amazing, you begin to moan and lift your hips in an effort to get inside of me. I resist your movement, feeling your cock against the entrance of my vagina, then slightly inside. I feel myself stretch and the tip of your cock presses into the opening. I move forward, releasing the head, teasing you. “Not so easily,” I think. I again rub your cock down to my clit, then back up and press it a little further inside of me. You are frustrated and surprised, but completely enjoying the feeling as your sensitive tip is intensely stimulated. Suddenly, I plunge your throbbing cock deep inside of me. I gasp in pain. It is very sharp, but only for a second. I am filled with you, my pussy sucking you deeper and deeper inside. I allow you to fill and complete me. Gently and slowly to begin with, I start to grind so that my clit rubs against your pubic hair, sending chills right through me. I feel myself stretched tightly around your big cock. The pain fully subsides and I increase my pace, you moan in time with my movement, the pleasure taking over us both. You are in heaven. I lean forward and lay upon your chest, moving my pussy more up and down, your cock head rubbing intently on the rear inside of my passage. I move my mouth up to yours and we kiss passionately. Leaning back up, I exaggerate my movement so that you almost fall out of me; just in the nick of time I drop back down onto you, plunging your cock deep inside until you press against my cervix. I have you totally inside of me and never want to let you go. I enjoy the feeling of being in control; your only purpose for the moment is my pleasure. This sensation is so new; I revel in the feeling as you press into me, filling me, stretching me. I feel a delightful pressure building slowly inside…it is a mixture of pleasure and pure emotion. I lean back down and quicken my pace as we kiss, completely entwined within one another. You feel the sensation build very quickly, tight in your belly. I feel the heat in my groin. You begin to rock uncontrollably; I feel your cock spasm inside of me shooting stream after stream deep within. That is enough to push me over the edge, and my final orgasm blends with exhaustion as I collapse on top of you. I reach up and untie one of your hands. Your arms reach around and grasp me firmly, our mouths lock together and our breathing becomes one. Over and over again the waves sweep over us. You fill me and feel me. Together, one. The waves go on for what seems like hours, my body locked on top of yours. The breathing, the pleasure…the feeling of completeness, to be with you. At last our breathing calms. Our bodies are hot and beaded with sweat. I move down and place my arms around your chest, my head under your chin. You are still inside of me as we lay there for a long time, enjoying the moment together. After a while, I sit up and look down at you. “I am going to shower now. *IF* you can free the rest of yourself, you can join me.” With that I hop off of the bed, and into the bathroom, leaving you to work frantically at the nylons that tie you to the bed.