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LUCA'S LONG WEEKEND (1/7)
   by Alex S. Sexton
WARNING: This story may be reproduced by the author requests that its
integrity be maintained.  This story contains sexually explicit material
and is intended for adult reading only.  "If you lack the maturity to grasp
this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read this story without guidance
of someone more mature (to quote Diedre)."
The Luca series are based on some true incidents, but names and places have
been changed to protect the not so innocent. For those of you who find the
early
 parts tame I can pledge that the series will heat up.  Among topics are
autoerotica, male-female, female-female, group, mild non-consenual, and
inanimate objects.  The events took place over a decade ago in an time
before the scourage of AIDS and the mortal need to practice safe sex.
Additionally, drug use is described, but before I am flamed for this I would
like to point out the setting is an enlightened foreign land where such
things
are decriminalized.  Any comments should be addressed to me through the .d
group or directly via Finland.


ONE: A BAD DAY
   Luca was perspiring when she finally sat down on the train.  She was also
very angry.  Sweat matted strands of her frizzy brown hair to her forehead
and her face glisten.  Luca's anger made her eyes appear wider and cheekbones
more prominent and enhanced her already attractive features.
   Why was she angry?  It had been just one of those days.  Everything had
gone wrong, or so it seemed.  Her lover...
                                        [the author, perhaps I should be
described given what unfolds here more accurately as Luca's "current
permenant lover..."]
                                         had called to tell Luca he'd be
delayed a few days and miss most of the weekend get away she had planned for
their reunion.  It hardly put her in a good mood.  At work in the trendy
upscale boutique where she clerked,  Luca snapped at a customer and when
repirmanded by the store manager talked back and quit.  Or was fired.
Whatever....  Lonely, jobless and frustrated was not a good combination of
feelings for someone as volatile as Luca.  She had decided to get away from
the city a day earlier.  Her friend Ana had promised her the apartment at the
beach for the weekend, the weather was nice, and her ingrate lover had
abandoned her.  Luca had quickly packed and rushed to catch the train for the
beach and almost missed it.
   The cheap vinyl seats chafed Luca's thighs and sucked her flesh.  When she
shifted her legs to unglue them the old pervert sitting across from her tried
to stare up her legs and under her floral short skirt, not quite mini but
close, for a peak of her crotch.  She shuddered at the thought, and was glad
she'd put on panties when she returned to pack.  Still he's staring at my
breasts...not much there, she thought.  Nonetheless, she felt her nipples
harden.  The old man offered her a cigarette, which she decline and lit up
one of her own import brand.  She smoked staring at the ceiling of the train
carriage, pouting when she exhaled and always feeling his eyes all over her.
Luca was glad when the lights in the car weren't turned on when the train
passed through the dozen tunnels before her stop.  The old pervert didn't
have the nerve to reach out and touch.  She thought about her lover in the
dark, what a barstard, leaving her and then not coming back when he said that
he would.
   When her stop arrived Luca quickly ran through the station and through the
winding narrow streets of S-----.  The town had been a fishing village and
market town for the surrounding area until discovered by the tourists.  In
the two decades since the Spanish tourist boom had begun the foreigners and
the locals had cheapened the S-----'s with postcard and souvenir shops, bars,
dank apartment buildings and the rest of the trappings.  Still, the older
parts of town still maintained much of the charm that brought the tourists
there in the first place.
   As Luca walked to her destination a crew from the municipality water works
whistled and cajoled her, inspired by her teenage body.  Ana's apartment was
at the old center on a hill that bisected S-----'s two beaches, near the
church and had a view over the market square from the kitchen window.  Luca
climbed up the narrow stairwell to the top floor and unlocked the door.  The
front room had a small balcony that looked down over a street to the northern
beach though it was set back from it by a couple of blocks.  The furnishings
were spartan and cheap, as they were in the rest of the apartment.  A narrow
hallway led to the back of the apartment where the small kitchen and bathroom
were, with a bedroom on either side.  Luca threw her bags onto the bed in the
larger room and sat down.  It was three o'clock on Thursday afternoon.  There
was nothing to do until Monday; then she'd have to look for a job.  Well no,
nothing to do until Sunday when that shit R. finally arrived.
   She'd take a shower, Luca decided, cleanse herself from the city grime and
wash away the bad day.  And then to the beach and work on her tan.  Summer
was almost here and she might as well get a head start.  Maybe a swim if the
water was warm enought.
   Energized by this plan Luca quickly stripped off her damp clothes, grabbed
a towel and some toiletries from her bag and walked naked to the bathroom.
Ana had put in a full length mirror, she noticed.  She stood before it and
looked at herself.  Her hair was a mess, plastered down by the heat and the
day's exertions.  Her breasts curved pleasently from her chest.  They were
small but full and hard.  R. liked that.  Luca cupped them so that her
nipples showed through between her index and middle fingers and pressed them
together to form a a valley of cleavage.  Luca's skin was naturally dark, but
she was always fascinated that the plateau behind her nipples had a pink hue.
[I had perhaps attuned her to that, the fascination was originally mine.]
She turned around and looked at her reflection over her shoulder.  Her cheeks
were like a 13 year old boys' -- very compact and firm.  Luca continued her
self-scrutiny and decided she was in good shape except...the hair of her
snatch had grown out over the winter months and needed some attending.
   In the medicine cabinet Luca found a couple of new throw-away razors but
no scissors to first clear the jungle of her pubic hair.  Luckily she had
brought a pair of nail scissors, and Luca used these to remove some of the
thicker tangles.  She mixed some soap and water into a foamy cream and shaved
the edges of her thatch.  Damn, she thought after she rinsed after the third
attempt, I can't get this even.  Luca decided to just get rid of it all.  She
used the worn razor to mow down the rest of her her pubic curls, just leaving
a tiny triangular patch above her lips, and then used a new razor to smooth
the remaining stubble.  It felt wierd, the air passing over her naked lips as
she finally finnished the job and want into the shower stall.  Luca looked at
the small tuft she had left, cowlicking to her left, and turned on the
faucets.
   The cold water shocked her body.  Luca immediately picked up the bar of
soap from the dish and ran it over her upper body and hoped that the warm
water would come quickly.  She noticed her nipples were shrivelled from the
temperature change and pinched them in an effort to restore their perkiness.
The pinkness of their outer halos were readily apparent against the white bar
of soap in spite of winkles,  The hot water started to flow and Luca rubbed
the bar across her belly.  She felt a longing tremor her body.  Too
preoccupied with the task of shaving herself without injury, Luca hadn't
realized how turned-on the razor's sharp edge had made her.  Concerned about
her appeareance Luca reached through the curtin and found the small scissors
in the sink and trimmed the cowlick.
   Picking up the bar of soap she lathered it over the newly exposed skin.
Her fingers curled through the little triangle that she had left unscathed.
God I'm horny, she thought.  R.  had been gone for two months and her body
missed her.  She let a pinky slide over her embedded clitoris, between her
cleft, and its immediate reponse.  She washed the opening of her vagina and
immediately her outter labia begain engorged.  Damn, the asshole.  She pulled
apart the lips with both hands, stretching them outwards and rubbed her index
fingers around the mouth of her vagina.  Immediately she felt her wetness mix
with the water flowng over her body.  Her thumbs needled her clitoris slowly,
as if walking on the spot over it.  God damn him, Luca thought, and let her
hands march faster.  She closed her eyes and leant against the wall of the
stall.  Her fingers circled faster inside her and begun to focus on the spot,
just out of their reach, while her thumbs began to run the spot.  A minor
wave of pleasure jerked her body, and then Luca was racked by a major
orgamsm.
   Opening her eyes because her legs had jellied with the intensity Luca
realized the water was tunring cold.  She was panting.  The

TWO: A NEW FRIEND
   Luca walked down the sloping street to the beach after her shower.  She
had put on her string bikini and, for the walk, one of R.'s soccer shirts
that
enveloped her.  Luca's feet were bare and the soles were warmed by the
cobblestones of the old town.  At the end of road she paused, leaning against
the wall, and looked at the curving sand and water.  The beach was almost
empty.  A girl lay on her stomach about a hundred feet away close to lapping
waves.  About a quarter mile farther a group of five or six men and women
were frolicking in some game of netless volleyball.  Luca climbed down the
stone steps to the beach and walked past the girl laying on her stomach and
found a spot out of earshot of the rumbuncious ball players.  She lay out her
towel, took off the jersey and sat down.  From her bag she pulled a bottle of
sun cream and spread the lotion over her naturally brown skin.  Finnished
with that task she lay on her back, closed her eyes and listened to the
rythem of the beach.  The waves coarsed at regular intervals and the
occasional seagull's squawk proivded an awkward melody.  Gently Luca fell
asleep.
   When Luca woke her body felt toasted and even her bones warmed from the
sun's rays.  Before she had time to argue herself out of it, Luca ran into
the water, skipping over the samll waves until her impetous was tripped by
the deepening water and she plunged headlong into the sea.  The coldness was
shocking as she sat on floor, willing herself downwards as her breath staled
and escaped her mouth.
   Finally her lungs gave out and she jumped through the surface, exploding
into the bright sunlight.  A little game Luca had played since she was a
little
girl to scare her mother.  Pretend to drown and then emerge exhilratingly to
life!  The water was too cold to stay in any longer so Luca walked back to
the shore.  The girl was sitting up looking at her while the group farther up
the beach resembled corpses awaiting a buriel party.  Luca dried herself
briskly and applied some more lotion before sitting down her towel to enjoy a
cigarette.  She sipped some of the tepid water she brought from Ana's
apartment to wash out the saltiness and smoke and then lay on her stomach,
untieing the strings of her top.  She thought about R.
   He really was a shit.  She knew he wasn't but she wanted to blame him for
the loneliness his delay was causing her.  It had been a shitty week having
to quit her job before she was fired.  She missed him, he would always make
her laugh when she had these bouts of self-pity and knew how to make her
smile.  She really missed him, and his sex.  She imagined it hard and
pressing against her thigh seeking entry, the foresking taut by his erection.
She also missed sex.  Not just his but the thought of coupling with another
body, a faceless body, of being stimulated and thrashing by the touch of
another.  R. had been gone for two months and she had been alone for that
time.  Not that Luca had to, R. had been very clear about that.  They knew
what they had went beyond a mere physical bond and tolerated the occasional
indiscretions from each other.  More than tolerated, they shared in those
occassions and recounted the experiences to each other.  It created a deeper
trust and a secret reality that was theirs.
   Luca's thoughts were interrupted.  She felt the footsteps drifting through
the fine sand and then the shadow cast upon her back.  Luca turned her head
to look up, carefully keeping her shoulders on the towel to not expose her
small breasts.  It was the girl who had been on the beach alone when Luca
arrived.
   Excuse me, the girl said, could I borrow your lighter?
   Luca tied the straps of her bikini tip and fumbled through her bag for the
disposable lighter.  She handed it to the girl who lit a cigarette.  Luca
noted the girl was taller and big than she, with larger breasts straining
against a blue and white striped halter.  She had black hair and wore a straw
wide brimmed hat.  Her eyes were a deepest blue, the color of the sea.
   I thought you drowned when you went into the water, said the girl after
exhaling.  Luca laughed, the prank didn't just scare her mother.
   I didn't mean to alarm, replied Luca as she lit one of her cigarettes.
The girl lingered and seemed to want something.  The girl asked Luka where
she had come from.  Luca explained losing her job earlier in the day and her
flight from the city to the borrowed beachside apartment. Luca also told her
about R. and his delayed return.  The girl was less conversational but let
Luca know she lived locally and was taking a few days from work before the
busy tourist season begun.  Finally, she asked Luca if she could borrow the
lighter for a few minutes and walked back to her spot after Luca gave it to
her.  She returned a few minutes later bring with her beach bag and towel and
setting these down next to Luca.  She smiled conspiratorially at Luca and
showed her the small roach she had rolled.  They smoked the hash and tobacco
mixture in silence.  Luca felt the pungent smoke permeate her head.  Luca
hadn't smoked anything like this since R. left either.
   Luca and Karol, for that was her name, chatted idly for the rest of the
afternoon until the sum drop low in the sky.  Karol suggested that they meet
later and see what the nightlife was like in S-----, though she warned Luca
it unlikely to be too exciting this early in the spring on a weeknight.  She
suggested a boite where the music was quite good and the drinks not too
expensive and explained to Luca how to get there.  With arrangements made
they parted.  Karol walked up the beach to one of the old fishermen shacks
that had been refurbished, and Luca to the borrowed apartment after a stop at
the store for some food and a bottle of wine.
   After she had showered, changed and eaten Luca sat outside on one of the
balcony wicker chairs and sipped from her class of wine.  The moon was not
full but it was bright enough to stir the luminesence of  the sea's surface.
Luca was glad she'd met Karol since it insured she wouldn't be completetely
alone this weekend.  Luca didn't expect much from the night having spent
other times at these beach towns in the off-season.  Perhaps she'd would have
a few drinks and dance a little on a deserted dancefloor.
   When the time came to meet her new friend Luca strolled through the empty
streets following the directions Karol had given.  Eventually she found the
boite.  It was inside one of the older buildings behind a thick wooden door
marked by garish hot pink and purple neons the spelled out the locales name.
The doorman, flanked by a giggly thin sixteen year old, let Luca in without
charging a cover.  He pointed her to the right, through an inside courtyard,
toward some stairs leading to a basement.  When Luca entered the cavern it
was fairly typical.  Plush armless couches surrounded small black box tables.
On one side of the room was a long bar with myriad bottles set on shelves
infront of a mirrored wall.  Opposite the bar was the dance floor, a parquet
affair, that was empty of people and lights.  A DJ towered over her realm in
a booth set above the floor and was playing Bowie at a volume that made clear
her intent
was to inflict aural harm.  There was a group of people (perhaps the same
ones she'd seen at the beach) laughing at one of the tables, a couple necking
at another, three girls leaning at the foot of the booth that were no doubt
chaporoning their companion at the door, and a couple of rough looking guys
drinking rum and cokes at the bar.  Luca didn't see Karol anywhere.
   Luca sat at the bar, away from the two men, and ordered then sipped a gin
and tonic.  When the dancefloor lights came on she turned around to watch
whoever was dancing, expecting to see the three teenage girls.  Instead it
was a newcomer.  At first Luca smiled because he was so comical.  He was
wearing tight falmenco pants, or perhaps imitating Travolta, and a white
shirt with frilly brocade.  It was a few years since 'Night Fever and he
looked terribly dated.  His jet black hair was oiled down and he looked to be
about sixteen though their was a musky masculinity to his looks and movement.
He was also beautiful, Luca realized.  A classic beauty of a Greek statue.  A
perfect face proportioned and with perfect features.  His lips were thick and
glistened as he danced and moisture formed on his upper lip.  And he could
dance.  "Let's Go To Bed" was blasting through the boite and he stalked
catlike across the dancefloor, spinning and genuflecting in tribute to the
Cure.  His movements were sharp and subtle.  Luca was enraptured.  The
sexuality she detected in his dance aroused her yet Luca realized the motions
were innocent, almost virginal, to the dancer.  Almost, for she noted his
bulging crotch and almost felt his embarassment that the elation of dance had
latently aroused him.
   He's beautiful, isn't he? she heard a voice say.
   Luca turned and saw that Karol had sidled up to her stool   Luca nodded
her agreement.  Than dancer priouetted as the song faded and the DJ spun some
Spandeau Ballet.  He was immediately surrounded by the fawning teenage girls.
Karol already had a drink in her hand and drank from the glass.
   Did you notice his erection? she asked Luca, who nodded in the
affirmative.  He always gets one, she continued, he cannot control his
reaction.
   It's beautiful, Luka said and then corrected herself by saying, he's
beautiful.
   Karol guffawed.  You've got cock on your mind, girl.  You've been missing
your man, any man too long!  But you'll have not luck with him.
   Karol explained that the dancer, whose name was Angel, loved to dance but
was somewhat of a romantic.  He was betrothed, even though he was just
sixteen, and was waiting for his fiancee's parents to approve the union.  He
would remain chaste until then, despite the overtures he had received.  Karol
knew this, she explained, because a cousin of Angel was a waitor in the
resturant where she worked.  Karol went onto say that the tight pants Angel
wore minimized his attributes and his cousin was impressed by his size.
Karol's exposition was one sided, for Luca was looking at the dancer, his
still graceful movements, as he interacted and mimed with the adolescent
girls.
   Come, said Karol as she drained her glass.  He'll still be here when we
get back.
   Karol led Luca out of the door and up into the courtyard upstairs.  There
she found a niche and pulled out a crumpled joint.  The two women took
alternating drags from it out of sight from the doorman.  Karol asked Luca if
she ever had a shotgun.  Luca had, but nevertheless Karol toked deeply from
the handroll cigarette, placed it between Luca's lips, and then engulfed the
burning end with her mouth.  Karol exhaled as Luca drew in a lungful, touched
her lips against Luca sensitively while Luca drew in two breaths of smoke.
Within moments Luca felt it rush to head, and leaned her back against the
plastered wall.  Luca barely noticed Karol leaning her back or Karol's hands
dancing over her breasts.
   You really like him, don't you? Karol asked when Luca finally opened her
eyes.  Luca felt giddy and did not reply.
   He's quite stupid, Karol continued.  But he has quite a body.  And quite a
cock.
   Luca thought about that statement, and felt her knees weaken.
   He rejected me, Karol went on.  Luca was surprised.  Luca was eighteen and
figured the dancer, Angel, to be at least two years her junior while Karol
was a two or three years older than her.
   To think I first saw his potential.  His dancing, his looks, the body.
But he would never let me touch and enjoy him.
   Luca looked at Karol and thought about what she was saying.  The smoke was
making this whole scene seem otherwordly.  Karol's eyes were so blue.  Luca
felt the wetness between her legs as Karol talked of Angel.  She noticed the
gleam in Karol's eye.
   We could show him, Karol forcefully concluded.
   What do you mean?  Luka asked, confused.
   You'll see, Karol said and took Luca's hand and led her back downstairs.
They each had another drink, and the Karol convinced Luca to dance and to try
and attract the attention of Angel.  It was clear to Luca he enjoyed their
gyrating, but that it was performance for him and not any attraction toward
her.  Still,  Luca could not but notice his erection and lightheadily allowed
her gaze to repeatidly return to Angel's groin.  She wanted to caress it but
was thwarted by his indifference.
   Let's see if we can set a trap, said Karol when Luca returned to their
table from the dancefloor.  Luca was feeling disoriented from the drinks and
the hash but Karol was in better shape.  When the dancer, Angel, went to the
bar Karol approached him and engaged him in conversation.  After a moment two
they left for the courtyard.  Karol beckoned for Luca to follow.  Unsteadily
she got to her feet and found the two in the same nook where they had smoked
before.  Karol was heating up another pebble to mix with tobacco while Angel
held a stripped cigarette and a rolling paper.  Luca didn't want to smoke any
more as her head was spinning, but when the spliff was passed to her she
socially drew a baby toke before passing it on.
   Luca really likes the way you dance, said Karol conversationally.  Angel
smiled proudly.
   And she really like your cock, Karol continued without altering the
cadence of her voice.  Angel looked embarassed while Luca, a little shocked
at this revelation looked downward to her feet though she glanced again
Angel's groin.
   Suddenly Karol pinned Angel against the wall with her shoulder.  He
struggled to free himself but her whole weight held him.  Luca suddenly
realized that Karol was a lot stronger than she looked.  Karol began to rub
her free hand over the the boy's crotch.
   She wants to suck your cock, Karol said in a low menancing voice.  Angel
protested, he was remaining pure for his fiancee but his words were cut off
by Karol placing her black head hair into his face and muffling his words.
Karol unzipped her captive's fly and pulled Angel's pants to his knees.
   Suck him girl, she ordered over her shoulder.  Luca was amazed but the
forcefulness of the command made her drop to her knees and walk on them
toward the object of her desire.
   Suck him! Karol hissed vehmently.
   Luca pulled down the band of Angel's Y-fronts and released a wave of
muskiness.  His cock was almost flacid.  Luca kissed its head and let her
tongue swirl around its cicumference.  Despite his efforts to the contrary
his member stirred.
   I can't hold him all night girl, get to it! Karol urged.
   Luca took the bulbous head into her mouth and felt it pop by her lips as
she drew in more of his length.  He was hard now.  Luca wrapped to fingers
around the base of his penis and began to work up his milk.  Luca's head
moved back and forth in a piston like manner.  With her free hand she cupped
his youthful balls and pressed her index finger behind his scotum.
Automatically, mechanically Angel hips thrust into her though he continued to
struggle with Karol.  Luca was screaming with desire in her head.  It was
such a beautiful thing, this cock. Her tongue swirled around the knobby
mushroom head, and then the tip of it stroked the small hole and tasted the
milky drop that oozed out there. Suddenly she took the whole length into her
mouth, stifling the gag reflex as the head passed through her gullet.  Her
tongue stroked the underside as she pulled her head back and then impaled her
mouth on this sword again.  Within a matter of moments Luca felt the cock
spasm.  She released it from her mouth and delicately pricked the eye with
her tongue.  She queezed his balls, feeling the gonards like sparrow egges,
and fucked him with her mouth again.
   When he came it was in gobs.  Thick rich cream shot into her mouth in four
or five spurts.  It tasted sweet but with the muskiness she smelt when she
pressed her face into his groin.  Different from R.'s.  She rolled it around
her mouth and over his cock.  He was till hard.
   We'd better go girl, Karol said.  Luca had forgotten her, the whole
situation as she bathed in the glory of this cock.  Luca released the prick
and stood up, not sure of what to do next.  She could see Angel's eyes
glaring  with hatred at her.
   When I let him go run.  OK?
   Luca noded, and suddenly Karol sprang away from Angel.  Luca and Karol
skipped through the courtyard, and escaped from the teenager tripping over
his pants.  Whores! he yelled.  By that time the two girls were running down
the street, passed the amazed bouncer, and rounding a cornor.
   You suck well girl, Karol said a few blocks later as they paused to regain
the breaths.  How was it?  Give me a taste.
   With that Karol kissed Luca, her tongue immediately entering Luca's mouth
and pressing against her lips and gums.  Luca had never been kissed by a girl
before.  With the exploration ended Karol ended the kiss.
   Virgin come, Karol pronounced.  I bet he never gets a blowjob from that
bitch he'll marry.
   They walked through the narrow streets toward the center of town.  At the
door of the building where Luca's friend, Ana, had the apartment they talked
and arranged to meet on the beach the next moring.  As she drifted off to
sleep Luca still could taste the perfect cock's come, and imagined the kiss
she received to share that taste.

THREE: A NEW FRIEND

  It was midmorning when Luca woke. The sun's rays passing through the slats
of the blind had already toasted her supple body. For a moment Luca wondered
where she was, stretched out on the tussled sheets and then remembered. While
Luca found it hard to move with any urgency she was able to arouse enough
energy to shower and dress, if that's what you would call it, for the beach.
Before descending to the bright sunny world outside she breakfast on coffee,
the heel from a loaf of French bread, cheese and the obligatory morning
cigarette. She was wearing a tight maillot that her sister had given her the
Christmas before last. It did not do much for her skin since it whiteness
contrasted with her skin and gave it a certain sickly pallor. Later in the
year, after Luca spent a few weeks toasting on the beach, the suit would only
emphasize her dark skin and tan. But Luca wore it anyway - R. liked the
different shades of tan rippling across her supple body. [That's not quite
true: I always preferred the white bits and their contrast with the skin in
between.]
  Luca looked for her new friend from yesterday, but the black haired Karol
was no where on the beach. It was a little more crowded than the previous
afternoon. Luca could see the same group of men and women settled at the same
spot they had been. There were a few families with young children playing in
the eddies along the shore. Luca settled down on her towel at a quiet spot
away from most of the other beach goers, stroked lotion on her exposed skin
and lay on her back, eyes closed, to soak up the sun's rays. She had to
adjust her swimsuit as the crotch rubbed tightly and uncomfortably against
her own. Quickly she drifted into a near-sleep, and only aroused from her
slumber when Karol arrived and set down her things and herself next to Luca.
They shared a quiet morning together, lying next to one another, talking
occasionally, smoking cigarettes and sharing a small "breakfast" joint that
Karol had rolled earlier. After a while they swam together in the cold dark
water, and then walked along the wave line up the beach. There they flirted
with the group of tourists, Germans it turned out, that had come down for an
early vacation.  While they played some volleyball with the four couples, it
was clear that they were paired off and there was no action for Luca or Karol
there. But all enjoyed the game, throwing themselves with abandon in the soft
cushion of the deep hot sand.  Karol and Luca swam again to rinse the fine
particles of sand off  their bodies.
  It seemed so innocent, thought Luca as she dove under the water. Last night
just never seemed to have happened.
  Luca was thinking of the events just twelve hours ago when Karol had pinned
the hapless teenager against the wall of the courtyard and ordered Luca to
suck his cock. Luca had, greedily, enjoying its mouth filling size and
swirling the pure come that had involuntarily shot into her mouth. And later
Karol had sought to taste that same come from Luca's own mouth. Luca
remembered that kiss, and suddenly recalled that Karol's hands had stroked
her breasts earlier last night while Karol exhaled thick smoke from her lungs
into Luca's mouth. All that seem to be in another age. Now Karol was just
like another friend, one Luca liked but only knew a little more than an
acquaintance. Luca looked at her new friend, and her heaving breasts as she
jumped playfully through a wave, like small cantaloupes straining against the
netting of the blue and white bikini top.
  As they walked thigh deep through the water to the beach Karol suggested
they eat lunch at her cabin, which overlooked the beach. She pointed toward
the row of fisherman shacks that stood tall on stilts that lined the edge of
the sand. The two girls packed up their beach gear and started walking to
Karol's home. Karol's particular home was plainer than most of her neighbors,
thought there was an delicate ornate red and green design set on the
white background. They climbed the steep stairs, almost a ladder, to the
front porch set some eight feet off the ground. Karol unlocked the front door
and led Luca inside. The inside was a single room about fifteen feet wide and
stretching back some thirty-five feet. Around the front door was the living
area with a threadbare sofa, a couple of hard chairs and tables, and a small
black-and-white T.V. A colorful Indian tapestry, almost transparent, hung
from the ceiling and offered partial privacy for Karol's sleeping area. At
the back of the cabin was a small galley kitchen and, as Luca supposed
correctly, a tiny bathroom.
  Karol plunked down her bag and towel on one of the chairs. I _have_ to
shower, she said. Why don't you go through the fridge in the back and see
what you can find to make a salad?
  With that she disappeared to the back of the cabin. Luca waited discretely
for a few moments before heading in the same direction. Reassured by the
sound of the shower Luca busied herself washing and cutting up the vegetables
she found in the kitchen. Luca heard the water cut off  but was preoccupied
with slicing an onion and the eye watering reaction it caused. She barely
noticed Karol's presence behind her when her new friend spoke.
  That suit looks really tight. It's cutting into your shoulder.
  Luca felt a hand brush across her back and a finger lift the strap off her
right shoulder. Karol slowly removed the strap down Luca's arm. Luca stood
paralyzed looking down at the diced onion and tomato slices on the cutting
board. She could feel Karol's breathing against her neck. Karol softly
grasped the nape of Luca's neck and massaged the muscles and vertebra with
her fingers. Karol's other hand stroked Luca's now-bare shoulder down the top
of  her arm to where the strap pinched her flesh.
  As if Luca was a doll, Karol turned her around so they stood face to face.
Karol was naked but for a towel that hung from her shoulders, barely covering
her generous breasts. Shower water beaded on Karol's dark skin and pasted
down her silky black hair. Luca felt like an automaton and let the elder girl
slide the other strap of the maillot from her shoulder. Karol caressed the
top of Luca's chest and felt the outline of Luca's collarbone. Slowly Karol
pressed her face toward Luca's and let their lips brush together. Their flesh
pressed harder together and Luca felt the cursory explorations of Karol's
tongue probe along the cleft between her lips. Like last night, before, Luca
could
only allow her lips to part and felt Karol's tongue snake along her teeth and
curl into the space and touch the bottommost portion of her jaw. Delicately
Karol ended her search and pulled away. She took a step backwards.
  Do you want to take a shower first? Karol asked.
  Luca wondered at the final word of the question. First, what did she mean
by first?  Luca shook her head.
  Karol took her hand and pulled Luca toward the front of the room. Somnolent
Luca allowed herself to be led. Karol plopped onto the bed and pulled Luca
down with her. Within seconds Karol had pulled the top of Luca's swimsuit
down to her midriff and nestled her face in Luca's breasts. Luca lay on her
back while the larger girl perched over her; she could feel Karol's thigh
jerk against her crotch.
  I've never done this before, Luca said. She barely recognized her voice.
Karol removed her mouth from Luca's left nipple, and looked at her
questioningly.
  I've never done this before, Luca repeated. With another girl, I mean.
  For a moment Karol stared at her. Then all of the sudden she smiled and
said, Well girl, you're in for a real treat!
  With that Karol went back to suckling Luca's nipples. Her mouth was soft on
them and she didn't nibble with her teeth as often as R. Luca closed her eyes
and enjoyed the feelings that were being aroused through her body. She felt
the maillot slowly being peeled downward to her hips, and compliantly raised
them so that Karol could pull the flimsy white fabric from Luca's torso. This
seemed so normal, Luca thought, so natural. She could feel Karol's hairy
crotch rub against her thigh, feel the wetness that exuded from its cavern.
Karol's fingers slowly dropped across Luca's belly to the area she had shaved
the previous day. Luca remembered the self-induced orgasm she had in the
shower after she had shaved her pubic hair. She felt Karol's finger stroke
her labia and yearned to be racked by Karol to the same physical high.
  For a big girl Karol moved with natural ease over and around Luca's body.
Luca soon felt herself fully aroused and could feel the droplets of her
anticipation dribble down to her thighs. Karol lapped these juices easily and
was soon circulating her tongue around the open pit of their source. Karol's
tongue traced a path around Luca's outer lips while her nose nudged against
Luca's enlarging clitoris. Luca enjoyed a small wave of pleasure. Then Karol
engulfed the engorged bud between her lips and darted her tongue across the
surface of Luca's clitoris. Luca soon writhed in pleasure and clamped her
eyes shut.
  When Luca opened her eyes she was confronted with the dark thatch partially
hiding Karol's own cunt.  Luca could see the reddened outer labia and the dew
that formed on them through the black curls of pubic hair.  Karol's heat and
the tangy- sweet aroma brushed over Luca's face.  Meanwhile Luca felt Karol's
fingers, at least two, pulse rhythmically into her vagina.  She could feel
Karol's nails scratch the surface of her moisten inner folds.  And still
Karol's lips and tongue wrestled Luca's clitoris.  Luca could not bring
herself to do any more than a cursory lap or two into the tangle of hair
spread before her face.  Before she could do any more to reciprocate, Luca
was lost to the pleasure brought about as Karol found as massaged her g-spot.
  Karol was intent on pleasing Luca and moved her hips so that they pressed
against Luca's left shoulder. Karol satisfied herself rubbing her crotch
against Luca's arm while her fingers and mouth worked on Luca. Spasmodically
Luca orgasmed.  Luca could feel her urinary tract tense. R. had done this
once or twice before. Luca felt a desire to pee but through will power forced
herself to relax. Still Karol, ever energetic, stimulated Luca's vagina, her
clitoris and let her fingers dance over Luca's secret spot. Luca started
heaving her hips against Karol's face, but the black haired girl persisted.
Suddenly Luca surged against Karol's head. Her whole body tensed and relaxed,
spastic. Luca felt an emission from her erotic physical being as her mind
blacked out with pleasure. She collapsed into the white sheets of Karol's
unmade bed. Unconscious, she panted.
  When she recovered, Karol was gone.  Luca could hear her in the kitchen.
Luca basked in the afterglow of her climax, prostrate on the bed.  Her
fingers explored her crotch and felt they sticky drying juices that flowed
from her vagina.  More gluey was a deposit of opaque viscous liquid that she
tasted from her fingertips. As Luca sucked the substance Karol walked into
the room.  She was wearing a T-shirt and carried two bowls of salad.
  I finished lunch, Karol said, but it's not quite up to the tasty treat I've
just had.  Why don't you put something on and join me on the porch?
  Before leaving Karol surveyed Luca's nakedness admiringly.  After a few
moments Luca found a dressing gown and joined her new intimate friend.


LUCA Chap. 4: The Pick Up

   What we need, Karol said declaratively, is some hard cock.
   Luca looked up to her new friend. The brunette was leaning against the
rails of the front porch overlooking the beach where they had first met
only yesterday. Karol was wearing a t-shirt and her blue and white striped
bikini bottom which was stretched taut by the generous buttocks they
strained to contain. From where she was sitting Luca could see Karol's
breasts sway under the cotton shirt. Luca was wearing only Karol's
bathrobe and sitting at the table finishing her salad.
   Big, hard cock, Karol repeated. She turned around to face Luca. What do
you say, girl? Karol continued, are you up looking for some?  I know your
boyfriend's coming back in a couple of days, but you should do something
in the meantime.
   Luca nodded.  It wasn't as though R. would mind.  Plus Luca felt a
certain growth in her self-confidence being around the older and brazen
Karol.  The way she had pinned the teenage boy and then ordered Luca to
suck him off.  Luca could almost taste that come in her mouth.
   We'll go down to the resort on the south end of town and see if we can
find us a couple of hunks to bring home. I'll need to borrow a car, but
that won't be a big deal. Can we use your place?
   Luca replied in the affirmative. The apartment Luca had borrowed was
larger than the one-room cabin of Karol's, and as far as she could tell
only one other person was staying there this weekend. They arranged to
meet at eight at Luca's place and then drive down to the big hotel complex
where a lot of the richer foreign tourists stayed.
     At eight o'clock Luca heard the soft tapping at the front door of the
apartment and let in Karol. Karol was dressed to kill. She was wearing
tight black stirrup pants and a diaphanous loose black top that barely hid
the very white bra she wore. Karol was a little plump but in a very curvy
way. The outfit at once deflected her extra weight while making the most
of her attributes. Luca also saw Karol wearing makeup for the first time
and admired the subtle highlighting of Karol's eyes and cheeks and the
loud use of scarlet lipstick. Karol immediately kissed Luca with those
lips. Then Karol started to unpack some bottles of wine and harder liquor
and place them on the small dining table in the front room of the
apartment. Meanwhile Luca finished her dressing. When she returned from
the bedroom she was wearing a cream micro skirt and a plain light tan
tee-shirt that clung tightly to her chest and plainly showed that she
wasn't wearing a bra. Luca rarely wore makeup, and only tied back her
frizzy brown hair to accentuate her striking facial features.
  They drove to the resort in a rickety old Citroen that Karol had
borrowed from her cousin, and laughed at how the rust bucket contrasted
with the newer foreign cars that populated the hotel lot. Karol had
explained the plan of action. There was one task, to get laid. And as
quickly as possible. So once they had their targets picked they would lure
them back to the apartment. They entered into the hotel lobby and found
the dance club next to the restaurant. Unlike the night before they had to
pay a stiff cover charge to enter.
  The club was a lot more ritzy than the place they been the night before.
The light show on the dance floor was amazing, and Luca noticed how the
u.v. lights caused Karol's bra to become translucent when they flashed.
Lasers bounced off reflectors all around the room, piercing through the
smoke. There were also a lot more people than the other place they'd been
too. Since there first drink was free the two girls sided up to the bar
and order a couple of gin and tonics. Almost immediately they were
approached by a couple of middle age German men, but Karol made it plain
to them that neither girl was interested. Karol explained to Luca when
they left that they were probably married and too old and drunk to worth a
fuck. The girls found a table next to the dance floor which Karol
immediately went to while Luca smoked a cigarette.
  Luca watched Karol's flirting and soon she was pairing off with this
tall blond Scandinavian type. After a couple of songs the Karol brought
her find back to the table. They were followed by his friend, a slim dark
haired guy who also looked to be in his early twenties. Karol introduced
them to Luca. They were both Swiss and from Geneva. The blond was Daniel
and could speak French and German neither of which Luca could understand.
Oscar however could make himself understood in broken Spanish and also
spoke English which Luca had some grasp of. Luca liked his winning smile
and infectious laugh.
  What do you think?, Karol asked when the two guys went to the bar to get
another round of drinks.
  No problem here, Luca replied, Oscar's pretty cute.
  They both are, said Karol, and I guess we can start off with that
pairing. OK then, its time to get them to move on out of here. Just follow
my lead.
  When the guys returned with the drinks Karol led Daniel back out on to
the dance floor where some roots reggae music was pounding. Luca continued
to talk with Oscar and didn't notice her friend leave through an open door
leading out to the beach. After about five minutes Luca saw Karol
beckoning her from outside.
  I think Karol wants us to go outside, Luca told Oscar. They went into
the night and found Karol embracing the blond in the parking lot, leaning
against a sporty but old Alfa. Karol explained how to get to the apartment
downtown and promised the two that she had some killer hash there. The two
girls jumped into the beat up Citroen and took the route back followed by
the twin head lights of the car behind. Both cars were able to park in the
narrow alley behind the apartment building. The two girls flew up the
stairs to unlock the front door and hit the timer lights on every landing
while the guys followed at a more languid place.
  Don't let them drink too much, Karol warned Luca, just enough to get
them into the mood but not so much they can't do anything about it. OK?
  Karol sat down and started to mix the hash and tobacco concoction in a
large glass ashtray. Luca went to the kitchen in the back and found a bowl
that could be used as an ice bucket. When she returned the joint was
already lit and being smoked by Oscar, who was sitting in a rattan chair.
Karol and Daniel sat close to each other, with Karol's hand draped
casually on the Swiss' thigh. After putting the ice bowl on the table Luca
curled up at Oscar's feet, resting the back of her head against his leg.
She toked from the joint that Oscar placed on her lips, drawing deeply and
holding the smoke in her lungs. She felt the head rush. The joint made
another two rounds before it was extinguished. Luca felt a giddy feeling
in her head an relaxed against the warmth of Oscar's leg.
  Karol started making some drinks for everyone, and when they were ready
Luca took Oscar outside. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to go through
with this.  Oscar was a pretty nice guy and it been a couple of months
since she had really been with a guy. And R. would be back in just a
couple of days and would be horny as all hell, so they could work of their
frustrations together. But that was then and Oscar was now. She let him
kiss her, which he did very sweetly and bided his time before probing her
mouth with his tongue. They stood next to each other on the balcony wall
and looked down to the beach. It was almost a full moon and the light
caught each ridge of the methodical waves as they crashed into white foam
near the shore. Oscar was running his hands over Luca's breasts and she
could feel her nipples perk up. Their sensitive tips itched as they
touched the rough cotton of her shirt. Oscar's thigh was pressed against
her stomach and rubbing slowly and gently arousing her. Luca broke off
their kiss and took his hand from her breast and led him back into the
front room.
  Karol had already got a little a head of Luca inside. Karol was kneeling
on the sofa with her mane of hair covering her head and Daniel's lower
torso. But Luca could see his pants were down around his knees. From the
bobbing of her head and the slurping sounds it was pretty obvious to Luca
exactly what she was doing. Luca could see Karol's bra on the floor and
the brunette's shadowy breasts swinging beneath the gossamer top. As Luca
led Oscar by the hand past the prostrate Karol she stroked the strip of
bare back when the black top had risen up.
  In the bedroom Luca got strictly down to business. As soon as she closed
the door she untucked her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She kicked
off her shoes as she slipped out of the cream mini skirt. Her panties
peeled off  as she crawled on to the bed. She wrapped a sheet around her
body and lay on back, reaching to turn on the dim night light. Oscar was
still fiddling with his shoe laces though he had stripped off  his Izod
shirt. Luca looked at his torso. He was a little smaller than R. and his
chest hair was more profuse and in tighter curls and black. No more
thoughts about R., she mused, it's time to fuck.
  Start of real slow, she instructed the undressing Oscar. I'm not quite
ready yet. I to be really wet before I can take you. And turn off the
ceiling light before you come to bed.
  Luca rolled over and looked out of the fifth floor room and at the
darkened windows across the street. With her right hand she stroked her
outer labia and felt the day-old stubble that was already growing back.
The light switch clicked and she felt the bed sway as another body joined
her on the mattress. He unwrapped the sheet from her back and began
dousing her neck with kisses, nibbling on her ear lobes when his mouth
strayed.  She still played with herself, and liked the way he snaked his
arms through hers so that he could knead his breasts.  She felt his chest
press against her back and the warmth that emanated from her.  His
hardness fit between the cleft of her buttocks, grasped between their soft
orbs.  Luca felt behind with her free hand as he begun to kiss her face
and lips.  Her hand ran up his thigh and found the loose sacs of his balls
and held them.  They were really big, she thought, and really low hung.
She moved to the base of his prick and made a ring from her thumb and
forefinger and held the stem.  The joint her two fingers met over the soft
underside of his cock and Luca pressed the tips and massaged the pulsing
vein she found there.  Very slowly the ring moved up the length of Oscar's
cock and delicately pulled it from the ridge between her ass cheeks.
   Luca had a surprise when she got to the top of his prick. It wasn't
that he was any longer than most guys.  But Oscar's cockhead was at least
half as wide than the rest of his length.  Luca couldn't put her finger
ring around this true mushroom head and grasped in the palm of her hand.
She wasn't sure if she could get something that wide into her cunt.  She
squeezed the head and felt the tip slip through her fingers.  She rubbed
her thumb over the pisshole and felt the droplet of pre-come oozing there.
   Well she wasn't going to get any wetter, Luca thought.  She pushed
Oscar away and rolled onto her back, kicking away the sheet that entangled
around her legs.  As she opened her legs Oscar knelt between them.  Slowly
he lowered himself onto her.  She could feel the enormous mushroom head
probe her nether lips but unable to gain entrance.
   You have no hair down there, Oscar whispered in her ear as he furtively
tried to enter. He started nibbling again.
   Just typical, Luca thought.  She made a ve with her middle and index
finger and spread her labia.  With the other hand she guided the cock into
the wide opening.  God the head is huge, she thought as it stretched the
walls of her vagina.  Then with a plopping sound he thrust his length into
her.  Her tight cunt gripped him and he paused for a moment, as if getting
used to these new surroundings.  Luca removed one hand and cupped one of
his buttocks.  The other felt his ball sack and then moved over her
budding clitoris, stroking it.
   Very slowly Oscar began pumping into her.  It was almost excruciating.
She could feel the walls of her vagina draw around the mushroom as he
slowly withdrew half his length from her love tunnel. He would pause, and
then pound into her.  His pace picked up, and the almost interrupted
thrusts became a fast tattoo pounding her.  Luca began to direct his
thrusts by holding his buttocks.  She didn't need to finger her clit
anymore, the friction of his prick and pelvis was getting her off. Her
thighs gripped his hips and shuddered with each stroke. She could feel her
wetness running down her thighs with every outstroke and forming a puddle
around her ass.
   Luca could feel an orgasm coming when Oscar suddenly withdrew.  The
vacuum this left in her vagina was awful - like a cold wind in winter.  He
stood on his knees over her and grasped her ankles.  He put them around
her neck and then ran his hands down her legs, coaxing his fingers over
her inner thighs till he ran into the dampness.  Luca lay on her back with
the soles of her feet parallel with the ceiling and her ass a few inches
off the mattress.  Oscar held his cock at mid-length and directed into the
upward pointing mouth of Luca's cunt.  Slowly he pushed in half its
length.  Luca gasped as the thick head filled her void.
   You OK? Oscar asked. Luca nodded, unable to speak.
   Suddenly he thrust the remaining inches into her.  In this prone
position blood was rushing to her head and mixed with the drugs and
alcohol Luca already consumed.  The orgasm that had been welling quickly
expressed itself in this new position and Luca shuddered as it racked
through every cell of her body. This guy new what he was doing.  Oscar
began to alternate his thrusts into her.  First he would slide a half
length of his cock out of her and then stab it all back into her before
another small withdraw.  This would go on for a dozen strokes.  Then he
would only withdraw an inch but his prick would piston mechanically back
and forth, very hard and fast and with the big meaty cockhead brushing
against her cervix.  R. would fuck her like this, she thought as she
closed her eyes and the starburst off another orgasm filled her vision.
   After about five minutes and three more orgasms he withdrew again.
Luca's body was pliant as he turned her over onto her front.  Oscar's
hands gripped her hips and lifted them so that the magic mushroom head
brushed against her engorged labia.
   I can't come like that, Oscar explained, my prick points down too much
to let out my come.
   Luca wasn't complaining.  His cock slid easily into her.  This time he
kept to the piston stroke rhythm.  One hand grasped the one tuft of pubic
hair she had not shaved between his fingers while his thumb rolled a
circular patten over her clitoris.  Oscar's other hand tweaked her nipples
and massaged her breasts.  Luca's head lay in buried in a pillow while
Oscar's hips pounded against her upright ass.  She really couldn't take
much more of this. Oscar's hands gripped her hips and began a faster
frenetic pace.  Luca lifted her head, resting her upper body on her elbows
and felt Oscar biting her shoulders in between his grasps.  Suddenly she
felt his explosion and his cream gush into the wet tightness of her
vagina.  Another orgasm erupted from her tired body.  Luca's elbows gave
way and the two of them collapsed into the white sheets.
   Luca felt the untensing body on top of her and the slowly softening
cock entombed her passage. It had been good.  She felt physically and
emotionally spent and her mind drifted away in the sweaty warmth their two
bodies had generated.  She closed her eyes. Luca felt Oscar slowly pull is
half-hard member from her and roll over next to her.  His arm draped
across her back. She drifted into sleep.

   Luca didn't know what woke her. The dim bulb of the night light cast
the room into eerie shadows. Oscar was no longer there, but Luca could
feel his body warmth on the sheets beside her. She had no idea how long
she had been asleep.
   Luca lifted herself out of bed. As she did so she felt the viscous
fluids spend from her vagina's mouth and dribble down her thighs.  She
picked up her t-shirt at first to wear it, but the rolled it up and used
it as a rag to clean herself.  She threw the ball into the corner of the
room next to her bags. Oscar's clothes were draped over the rickety arm
chair, so she knew he was there.
   She walked down the hallway to the well lit front room, not quite sure
what to expect. Luca paused and leant against the door jamb and watched
the scene in the living room unfold.
   Karol was there. Luca could see her whole naked body bobbing up and
down behind the couch. Her breast rose and fell as she humped a hidden
body. She was moaning and her hair flailed around her head and hid her
facial features. Karol was still fucking Daniel, and fucking him hard.
Oscar was sitting in the same rattan chair as before with his right hand
stroking his cock, the obscenely huge head poking out of his palm. No one
else in the room noticed Luca, and she dropped back into the dark hallway
so that she could still watch.
   Karol lifted herself off her lover. As she got off the couch she kicked
away the coffee table and filled the space it vacated. Daniel lifted
himself up from the couch.
   I want your cock in my mouth again, she said to Daniel. Daniel got on
to his knees on the floor infront of Karol's mouth. He stroked his cock
right before her lips, keeping it hard.
   You, Karol barked at Oscar, fuck me doggie style.
   As ordered positioned himself behind Karol's generous ass. She leaned
her head forward and grasped the head of Daniel's cock with her mouth. She
patted the back of her thigh with one hand and Oscar easily shoved the
monster head of his cock into her cunt. For the first time Luca noticed
Daniel's generous endowment; he had to be at least nine or ten inches
long. Karol sucked on his schlong and Luca could see the flesh of her
cheeks stretch as she sought to accommodate half of Daniel's length. Oscar
pounded her ass, and Luca noticed he used the same alternating rhythm of
stabs and slow withdraw with the interluding pistons that he'd used
before. Within minutes the curve of Karol's back shuddered and she
released Daniel's cock from the trap of her mouth.
   Something different, Karol said.
   She got Oscar to lie down on his back and then held his penis
perpendicular. Agonizingly, she slowly lowered her cunt onto his thick
cock. Within moments she was gyrating on the sword embedded into her
tender folds. Luca saw Karol close her eyes as she orgasmed again. Luca
barely noticed that her right hand had found her clitoris and was stroking
it, her attention engrossed in Karol's pleasure. Daniel positioned him
self in from of Karol, and she eagerly took his prick into her mouth as he
stood in front of her, legs akimbo over Daniel. Luca watched as Karol
grasped Daniel's' balls and then sucked down his whole length. She could
see Karol's throat convulse as Daniel's prick entered her throat. Soon
Karol's head was bobbing over the whole length of the long prick,
mirroring her body's impalement and withdrawal on the prick below her.
   Karol released the cock from her mouth.
   Fuck my ass, she said simply. Luca's fingers were probing her vaginal
lips and bringing her body to some fruition. Daniel moved behind the two
bodies and knelt as if in prayer. Karol lowered her body so it was
parallel with Oscar's and her ass poked up into the air. Luca was amazed
that she moved into this new position without breaking her rhythm. Daniel
spat into his has and then rubbed his spittle over the length of his cock.
   Now, Karol said.
   Luca watched fascinated as Daniel pulled apart Karol's cheeks and
positioned the head of his prick against the puckered opening of her
asshole. Karol suddenly jerked her body backed and engulfed the head of
the prick. Daniel pushed against her and pushed in another three inches of
cock into the anal cavity before him. Luca could see the twin cocks brush
against each other as the pummeled in and out of Karol. Daniel was
eventually able to stuff most his length into Karol's ass, leaving her
gasping as she rode that and Oscar's cock. Luca could see Karol's eyes
engorged and dilate as the two guys syncopated their thrusts. Karol
started groaning as the two Swiss fucked her hard. Luca masturbated as she
watched the threesome fuck before her.
   Both Daniel and Karol started yelling, God, in different languages as
they neared orgasm. Oscar probably wanted to, but his face was engulfed in
Karol's locks. Luca's own fingers stroked herself silly as she watched the
threesome climax. They collapsed in heap of flesh, and Luca returned to
her bed. She stroked herself to climax lying there, her mind permeated by
the images of the scene of Karol and her two lovers fucking, of Oscar
fucking her while her shins wrapped around his neck, and R. who would be
here soon. She drifted into sleep.

   Luca never woke until she felt a body embrace her.
   It's me, Karol said.  I'm clean.
   Luca could feel Karol's cool body press against her and Karol's wet
hair. Karol's hand cupped Luca's right breast, and they dreamed together.


LUCA 5: The Market


   Saturday morning. Sunlight bathed the room when Luca stirred. Karol was
still asleep next to her, her dark hair fanned across the white sheets and
her face buried in the pillow. Luca tried to work out what time it was and
guessed it was mid morning. Without disturbing her friend Luca got out of bed
and took a shower. As the water flayed over her body she thought about the
night before. She really needed that, she thought. Oscar had been a good
tension relieving fuck. Luca's cunt still felt a little sore from the
pounding from that cock head. And Karol's wantonness, the way she arranged
Daniel and Oscar in the living room leading up to the dramatic climax on the
cold tile floor. Wow. Luca had never watched anyone else fuck before, but
watching Karol take both guys, one up the ass while straddling the other, had
really turned Luca on. While Luca lathered her smooth body, she stroked
herself to a little orgasm reliving the scene that had played out before from
her hidden spot in the dark hallway the night before.
   Luca finished her shower and put on the white maillot swimsuit. Back in
the bedroom Luca found Karol was still asleep. Figuring that Karol deserved
to sleep in a little longer on account of her sexual exertions, Luca left the
apartment and strolled down to the nearby beach for a morning swim. The salty
water made her so buoyant that she floated on her back for a while, looking
back at the shore at the picturesque town. Luca then lay out on her towel and
let the hot sun dry her and leave small salt patches on her dark and tanning
skin. Eventually Luca's hunger led her back to the fifth floor apartment.
   Karol was already awake, showered and dressing in the bedroom. She was
sitting on the bed tying up her shoe laces though all she was wearing were a
pair of baggy shorts. Luca recognized these as belonging to R., her
boyfriend. They were too big for Luca to wear, slipping easily over her
narrow hips, but apparently Karol could fill them. Across the street Luca
could see a shadowy figure watching from behind a curtain from a neighboring
apartment. Luca lowered the blinds to give Karol some more privacy.
   I love that swimsuit on you, Karol bantered. I could never get away with
wearing something like that, but it suits you. Every time I see you in it I
just want to strip it off.
   Luca laughed and recalled the way Karol had stripped the suit off her the
previous day. Karol then proceeded to eat Luca out. Luca felt a little
dampness between her legs at the memory.
   That Daniel boy was quite a find, Karol continued. A cock like that can go
a long way toward satisfying a girl's needs, you know. How was yours?
   Lot of staying power. A good fuck. But you should know.
  Jealous are we?
  No, replied Luca, and actually it was a lot of fun watching. I've never
seen someone take two guys at once. I don't know how you could take all of
Daniel up the ass like that.
   It's the first time I've done two at the same time. It was weird. I could
feel both cocks rubbing against each other separated by a thin film of flesh.
My flesh! But I couldn't concentrate on sucking him off, so I had to do
something. God I was far gone! So you never had long cock?
   No, and I don't think I could. I'm really small and tight. It takes me a
while just to get lubed up for a normal one.
   We'll see, Karol said with a playful twinkle in her eyes.
   By this time Karol had finished dressing. She wore the same blue and white
stripped bikini top under a loose t-shirt. The two girls decided to get
something to eat at the open air market that was held twice a week in the
square in front of the church. They wandered through the crowded stalls. Luca
was paying for some lettuce and tomatoes when she saw Karol miming a blowjob
with an overgrown cucumber; it was amazing that no one else noticed the act.
At other stalls Karol stroked other vegetables in a seductive manner - a
mis-shapened curved zucchini caught her attention in one display, a bulbous
eggplant at another. Luca blushed over her companion's licentiousness. Luca
brought enough food for the rest of the weekend and they returned to the
apartment.
   There they prepared a meal and washed down a couple of glasses of wine.
Karol rolled a joint from her never ending supply of hash and they smoked it
outside on the balcony that overlooked the sea. Luca felt a little drowsy
after the lunch and smoke and was drifting off to sleep when Karol shook her
shoulder.
   Not yet, little one, Karol said when Luca looked up. It's time to play. I
think it's about time you learn how to eat cunt.
   Figuring that she did owe Karol for bringing her off yesterday afternoon
Luca followed the brunette in the apartment. Still, she was amazed at Karol's
libido and her wanting sex again so soon after last night. Strangely Karol
wasn't in the bedroom when Luca went through the door, but quickly came in
carrying a plastic shopping bag that she placed next the bed.
   That's for later. First you've got to eat me, explained Karol.
   They quickly got out of their clothes and lay down together on the bed. At
first they began kissing and petting each other's bodies. For Luca this was a
novel experience. It was the first time she had physically explored another
woman's body. In fact she never had the urge to before, but somehow it seemed
so natural to run her hands over Karol's limbs and torso. And it was very
different from her own and she noted how Karol's arousal differed from her
own. As Luca kneaded and kissed Karol's nipples they got perky like her own,
but the buds drowned in an expanding sea of Karol's aureoles. Luca's own
aureoles swelled and pushed her nipples into Karol's mouth. Luca loved
getting to know these large breasts, but after a while Karol pushed Luca's
face down.
   At first Luca was a little tentative. The thick matt of pubic hair exuded
the aroma of Karol's cunt. Luca's tongue explored the opening, feeling the
crinkled edge of Karol's inner labia. She put her nose into the tunnel and
breathed its steaminess while her tongue explored the area between the cunt
and the petal like asshole. Soon Luca was lapping in earnest and enjoying the
slightly salty taste that gushed into her mouth.
   That's good, girl, but put your tongue in deeper, advised Karol.
    Luca did as she was told. The bristles of her tongue probe the wet folds
of the vagina's walls. The tunnel pulsed around the snaking protuberance as
Luca literally french kissed Karol's cunt. Luca couldn't believe someone
could get so wet. Karol's pubic hair was matted from the dampness that Luca's
tonguing was spreading. Karol gasped and her body rocked orgiastically.
   Now work on my clit, Karol ordered.
   Luca unwillingly withdrew from the tunnel and her tongue trailed lovingly
around the engorged opening. Karol had spread apart the hood the protecting
the swelling bud with her left hand. It was huge, almost half in inch long
and straining upwards. Luca pressed it between her lips and massaged it.
   No, use your tongue.
   The tip of Luca's tongue brushed against the clitoris and circled it,
relaxing and tightening. Karol sighed. Luca started to flick her tongue
against the bud quickly but slowed when Karol told her to be more patient.
Karol wanted a big building orgasm, so Luca applied a constant pressure with
her tongue and circled in around the clitoris, changing direction every
thirty seconds or so. Luca's fingers began to play with the folds of skin at
the opening of Karol's vagina. Karol ordered those digits to penetrate.  Luca
was able to put two, then three fingers into the tunnel and began to finger
fuck. Looking up she could see Karol's chest heaving and as she was nearing
to come. Karol's free hand cupped one of her breasts and Luca stretched out
an arm to massage the other one. Luca's tongue speeded up and so she gave up
the circular motion and just lapped at the jewel-like bud.
   Oh God! Karol moaned and convulsed on the bed. God! God! Ohhhhh!
   Luca was sure people could hear Karol coming on the street five floors
below, but kept up at her efforts until Karol pushed her away. Luca slid her
body up so that she was face to face with Karol and she could see the misty
look in Karol's eyes. Slowly Karol's breathing slowed to normal and her eyes
focused.
   Was that OK? Luca asked.
   It was very OK. Very very OK. You're a very quick learner.
   They cuddled for a while, kissing each other and slipped into sleep.

   Luca awoke when she felt something enter her vagina. Karol's fingers were
between Luca's legs and Luca could feel that Karol ministrations had already
made her dewy. Karol was nuzzling Luca's neck. Would this girl ever stop,
Luca thought but enjoyed Karol's exploring fingers. Expertly the edge of
Karol's hand brushed against Luca's clitoris, heightening her arousal.
   You really are tight, commented Karol and continued to excite her friend.
Luca closed her eyes and relaxed to the massage. When she felt Karol move she
waited expectantly to feel a mouth take over for the fast-moving fingers.
Luca lay still as the fingers withdrew leaving an absent feeling inside of
her. A few seconds later she felt the head of a cock push into her. Surprised
she looked down to see what Karol was doing.
   Karol was slowly pushing the mis-shapened green squash in to Luca's cunt.
Karol was looking at the shocked look in Luca's in a mirthful way. Luca could
feel the curved vegetable stretch her vagina in some very weird ways as Karol
moved it in and out.
   Karol! she protested.
   It's all right, came the reply, I put a condom on it. But we really need
to stretch out this tiny snatch of yours.
   Karol set her face down on Luca's breasts and nuzzled between the two
perked nipples. Luca watched as the in and out movement got deeper and she
accepted the whole seven or eight inches. She could feel the tiny bumps on
the surface of the vegetable press against the walls of her distended tunnel.
Karol began to twist the cylinder around while her thumb dallied on Luca's
clit.  At first it felt really good to have this "cock" revolving, but as the
arc got larger it began to hurt some.
   That's too much. It's too curved, Luca complained.
   How about this then? Karol asked waving a monster cucumber.  It was twice
as long and thick as the zucchini.
   There's no way, said Luca.
   But she watched as Karol rolled a condom down the green length.  Karol
then splayed her fingers over Luca's labia and pushed the head of the
cucumber in Luca's wet cunt.  Using the same in and out motion as before
Karol slowly got more of the length in.  It was amazing. Luca couldn't
believe how the walls of her vagina could hold this huge thick thing. She
closed her eyes and enjoyed the rhythmic thrusts. The tip of the vegetable
started to butt against her cervix. Karol gauged the length of the cucumber
that was inside Luca and then withdrew almost all of the vegetable. Then
Karol started to thrust it in and out of Luca so that her vagina was almost
entirely vacated before being entirely filled. Karol moved it very fast and
Luca began orgasming compulsively. Luca closed her thighs to stop Karol when
she couldn't take it anymore.
   Karol let go of the cucumber leaving over half of its length embedded in
Luca. Karol lay down face to face with Luca and kissed her, her hands pawing
Luca's breasts. As Luca came down from her climax she still felt horny. And
that thing inside of her made her feel like she was about to explode. Luca
began to reciprocate to Karol's caresses and soon had her hand in the cleft
of her hairy cunt. Karol began to rotate the cucumber, and like the squash it
produced the strangest sensations. And since it was straight it didn't hurt
at all. Soon Karol was rotating half a turn one way and half a turn the
other, and walls of Luca's tunnel were being pulled round as they gripped the
huge vegetable. Luca orgasmed in a heaving scream.
   I've got an idea, Karol said.
   Carefully she pulled out the cucumber. Luca felt so empty without it.
Karol took another rubber and rolled it over the other end of the cucumber,
after first taking the stem of with her teeth. Karol grinned when she
finished her handiwork.
   OK, lie diagonally on the bed, she told Luca.
   Luca moved and spread her legs. Karol slipped the condom clad cucumber
into Luca's cunt. It felt good to have it back. Karol moved and lay at as a
mirror image to Luca.
   Lift your ass a bit, Karol said.
   Luca rolled over slightly and felt Karol slip a leg underneath her body.
   Their two cunts faced each other like a study in contrasts. Luca could see
the jungle of Karol's pubic patch damply patted down with its full reddened
lips slightly agape. Meanwhile Karol could see Luca's almost hairless mound
and her thin labia stretched by the obscene green cucumber. Almost
imperceptibly Karol moved up to the end of the vegetable protruding from
Luca. Slowly Karol's cunt wrapped itself around the free end of this organic
dildo. In about a minute the lips of their cunts were rubbing together.
Nothing green could be seen between them. Karol started to play with her
clitoris, so Luca did the same. They could feel their labia rub against each.
Suddenly Luca felt another inch of the cucumber push into her. It almost
brought her off.
   See if you can squeeze it back over to me, suggested Karol.
  Luca clenched her grip around the cylinder and pushed. Eventually she found
some unused muscles and was able to send the cucumber back toward Karol.
  You're getting it, coached Karol, just try to ripple along its length.
   The cucumber slid an inch back over into her. Luca was able to shove it
back more easily this time. It was like she was massaging this thing with her
cunt. With a little bit of practice the two girls were able to find a slow
rhythm that Luca could manage. The tensing and relaxing were extremely
sensual for Luca, and every time the cucumber pushed into her she came a
little closer to orgasm. Both their hands worked on their respective
clitorises, their fingers brushing against one another. Luca suddenly came.
Her body heaved upward at the convulsion, and she felt the cucumber snap
apart with the spastic movement.
   You can never find a strong cock when you need one, Karol said. She was
sitting up and removing the two halves from both vaginas and tossed the
broken vegetable on the floor. She resumed her laid back position and started
rubbing her cunt against Luca's. Karol's fingers flayed over the bucking
mounds and played with both clitorises. Karol started heaving at the exertion
and Luca felt another orgasm rising inside of her. They came almost
simultaneously.
   It was almost dark when Luca woke. For a moment she thought she had
dreamed the whole thing, but the prostrate Karol beside her and the
vegetables on and around the bed dispelled her of that. She woke Karol with a
kiss on her lips.
   I'm hungry, Luca told her.
   Karol smiled. She picked up the latex wearing zucchini that lay beside
her.
   You want some of this, Karol said waving the squash.
   No, I'm really hungry.
   As they got up and dressed Karol went through the plastic shopping bag
she'd brought in to the room. She removed an eggplant from it and showed it
to Luca.
   Now this would be a challenge for either of us, she said and held it
upright with her two hands.

LUCA Chap. 6: A Welcome Return

   Sunday morning.
   Luca awoke listening to "Sunday Morning." Nico's voice was tinny from the
small speakers of the junior boom-box. As the song faded Luca rubbed the
sleep from her eyes and opened them. The bedroom was in a state of confusion.
Sheets had been peeled from the mattress, pillows and clothes littered the
floor. Luca felt this vague ache between her legs that was at once a dull
bruise and a zone of unrequited emptiness. She couldn't quite recall all that
happened the night before. After the exploration of Karol's finds from the
market, the two of them had dined and immediately returned to bed. It had
been a night of exploration, of finding the right buttons on each other's
bodies and psyches, and then pressing them. Luca could recall waking of the
most tumultuous climax to find Karol's head once again between her legs and
Karol's tongue licking. Luca could not recall if that happened the once, or
if she had dreamed the second time.
   "Breakfast is almost ready." Karol popped her head in the doorway of the
bedroom. Luca righted herself from the bed and sat on it. Karol walked past
the door jamb, naked, back to the kitchen. Luca dressed herself lightly, but
before she aroused enough energy to emerge from the room Karol entered
bearing a plate with an omelette, bread and tomatoes and half of a
grapefruit.
   "You need to eat, Luca," Karol said, plopping her rump on the bed beside
Luca, "and keep up your strength."
   Luca looked at the generous portion of food and wondered where Karol got
the energy to be so active, both in bed and out of it. Luca played with her
food as she ate it in morsels. Karol started dressing, bending over to pick
up her discarded clothes from the floor.
   "What time do you expect him?" Karol asked, clasping her bra around her
waist before lacing the straps through her arms. All of sudden Luca realized
that today was the day that R. returned. It had been two months. Mainly two
months of yearning, but with the last three days full of distractions. Mostly
distractions centered around Karol and her sexual precociousness. First the
raping blowjob of the teenage Angel, then sex with Karol herself, and more
sex with Karol, plus the interlude on Friday night with the Swiss Oscar. And
now R. was coming back.
   "I guess he'll be here around three or four."
   "Well, I'm going to leave you two alone tonight. But I do what to meet him
tomorrow, OK?"
   "Sure." Luca wondered about R. meeting Karol, how he would react to her
blatant desires let alone the things Karol had introduced Luca to.
   "I've got to go to Mass. But if you don't see me on the beach bring your
guy by the cabin in the morning."
   And with that Karol left.

   Luca waited at the train station. She knew what time R. would be arriving
in the city where she normally lived and felt sure he would just transfer
trains and come down the coast to S-----. As she had hoped he came on the
second train. The whole time she was sitting on the track side bench Luca
felt giddy. It was in part her expectations of reuniting with R., but also
from a sense of guilt of her infidelity just this weekend. Not that they had
ever sworn faithfulness or anything, but just a few hours ago she had her
head buried between Karol's legs in an intense 69 as the sun rose.
Nevertheless Luca felt elated when she saw R. and rushed to embrace as he
climbed down from the train. He'd cut his hair short, but other than that he
was just the same. They walked through the narrow cobblestone streets to the
apartment Luca had borrowed from a friend for the weekend, each of them
carrying one of R.'s shoulder bags. Though he had been traveling for nearly
twenty-four hours R. was elated to be back and on a high from the journey,
and chattered endlessly.
   Back at the apartment R. unpacked some presents he brought for Luca, a
pair of silver earrings, some wild T-shirts, and some rough silk Indian
scarfs. Luca hadn't found the opportunity to tell him what had happened so
far this weekend, but when they moved to the bedroom she really had no
choice.
   "It smells of sex in here," observed R.
   Even Luca was aware of how the exertions of the past two nights emanated
from the walls of the room and the bed. She had tried to air out the room and
changed the sheets, but her coupling with Oscar and her multiple intercourse
with Karol lingered. So Luca explained everything [well almost everything, I
didn't find out about the blowjob to the teenager and the vegetables till
later]. R. was sort of amazed. Luca felt he was a little displeased about the
tryst with Oscar, but fascinated by Karol and the description of her with
Oscar and Daniel, and her explorations of or with Luca. R. had his own
confessions to make and recounted the liaisons he had out of the country.*
   Having cleared her conscience with her confession, Luca now felt a need to
perform an act of redemption. She unbuttoned the top of R.'s jeans and pulled
down the zipper. R. lifted his butt of the bed when Luca pulled down the
pants. She knelt on the cool tile floor and rested her head on his thigh. His
cock was just a little hard. She blew her warm breath over the Vienna
sausage, and watched it perk. She held the tip of in her mouth and began to
roll her tongue around the pisshole. Her lips held the growing cylinder of
meat in her mouth very tightly so the foreskin could not unsheathe the whole
head of R.'s cock as he hardened. She could see the skin of the remainder of
his prick tighten, and by pulling up at the foreskin his normally tight balls
were held even more tightly to the base of the prick. She knew this was
causing some discomfort, but that he also liked it. His hands stroked her
scalp lovingly.

   After a few moments she opened her mouth. Immediately the foreskin plopped
back and exposed the dark mushroom cockhead. Taking a breath, she impaled her
mouth on the whole hard length, feeling the head pass through her gullet into
her throat. With her tongue she stroked the underside of the prick toward the
base, letting her tongue out between her lower lip and the round cock so that
it could stroke her balls. She released a few inches so that she could inhale
and then begun hum while her tongue washed her saliva over the whole piece of
meat. R. began to lift her hips to fuck her mouth, and she eagerly responded.
With one hand she began to stroke herself, her wrist pressing against the
inside of the waistband of her shorts. Soon she felt his cock tense and a
drop of precome mix with her own mouth. She savored it. When his cockhead
began to jerk in earnest she released it from her mouth.
   "Not yet," she said. "I want to really enjoy this."
   R. kicked off his pants and stripped his shirt, and lay on his back on the
bed. Luca quickly got her naked under the close scrutiny of  R. She did so
with deliberate slowness, knowing that he wanted her tight body and the wait
would just heighten his desire. When she walked toward him, he could see her
from the front for the first time.
   "Wow. You've shaved," he commented, "it's like you're a little girl."
   "Do you like little girls?" Luca asked as she climbed over him onto the
bed.
   "I like you enough to eat."
   Which is what she wanted to hear. She stood on her kneed and walked on the
mattress to each was pressing against his shoulders and looked down his body.
His hard cock was swaying with its head about an inch above his belly button.
She felt his hands on her hips pulling her down, and she lowered herself onto
his face. R.'s goatee brushed against her smooth mons as his tongue began to
probe the serrated lips of her crevice. Luca widened her stance so the mouth
of her cunt pressed against his face. She could here him sucking and drinking
the moisture that was draining from her body. His whole breathing was from
her, her emissions; each exhalation blew his hot pants into her already
heated vagina. His nose rubbed small circles between her cheeks and over her
asshole.
   She noticed his hardness was ebbing so she leant forward, resting on one
hand and used the other to grasped his cockhead. The movement also drove her
crotch deeper into his face and made his tonguing more frenetic. Luca's
gushes became torrents, lathering the two-days stubble on his face. Holding
R.'s penis perpendicular to his body she began to nibble at the glans, her
sharp white teeth pinching at the taut skin and bulging veins. His nose was
now in her cunt, stroking her inner folds, while his tongues brushed against
her swollen clitoris. She began to quiver with urgency, admiring the
energetic desire he had to bring her off, so different from the languid
buildup that was Karol's style. She began to grind her slit up and down on
his face, wanting to be satisfied to satisfy him. His penis left her mouth as
she came, gasping, though she held it upright all the while as she collapsed
orgiastically next to him.
   For about thirty seconds she just lay there until her panting abated. Her
hand flexed the hard muscle it still grasped. Luca had just come but she felt
empty and wanted that void filled. She straddled over him, her back toward
his face. Looking over shoulder she said, simply, "I'm going to fuck you."
   She placed the length of his hard cock further back, so it pointed toward
his feet and rubbed the opening of her vagina against it. Her fluids still
flowed and soon his cock glistened from her wetness and his public hair
matted from her moisture too. Letting his penis stand upright she lowered
herself down half his length, and then rose till it almost withdrew. Once she
had judged the height of her movement she let his prick free from her hand
and began to move slowly up and down it. The hands grasping her waist tried
to speed her movement or make it deeper, but she would have none of it. She
knew by keeping his prick forward and moving slowly she could keep him from
coming through a mixture of the uncomfortable angle and the unrequited
anticipation. She began to feel herself nearing some satisfaction and
orgasmed as soon as her fingers skipped across the swollen bud of her clit.
   She took all of him, so that their pubic bones almost rubbed together.
Leaning forward she pulled his cock to an even more acute angle inside of.
Rather than fucking him, Luca just lifted and dropped her body, using her
whole torso and her cunt clench to move from discomfort to near pain by
varying the angle she held his prick.  It was numbing him.  He gripped and
pulled back her shoulders so that her back was against her chest, and started
to fuck her quickly, with each thrust lifting both of their bodies off the
bed.  As soon as he got into this more comfortable position she felt the
blood rush and inflate his penis, making it press against her tight cunt
walls. His glans rubbed against her g-spot at the lowest point of his thrust
and she soon felt the tightness in her urinary tract. She thought of the
previous day when she and Karol had passed the cucumber back and forth, and
she tried to imitate the technique, the rippling of her vagina over his
penis. R. gasped and his thrusts slowed.
   "How do you do that?" he asked, but Luca left his question unanswered.
Instead she used these new found muscles to massage his penis with her cunt.
The tension it produced heightened her own pleasure, and she knew from the
way R.'s nails were clawing at her skin that he was about to come. Luca
rippled faster along the length of his cock as he began to thrust
spasmodically, and she felt his first spurt of come fire into her cunt only
to be diluted into the sea of her own arousal. His hands grasped her tender
small breast. His whole cock pounded her automatically as she gripped and
ungripped it with her cunt.
   She lay there, her back on his chest, and felt him soften inside her. She
would flex her cunt to arouse him a little, and then unclench his prick and
feel it shrink. R. would kiss her occasionally. Finally his flaccid clock
dropped from her cunt and she rolled over onto her stomach beside him.
   "Did you miss me?"
   He pulled her toward himself and kissed her.



LUCA, Chap. 7: The Cabin on the Beach


   Luca and R. had spent the rest of Sunday together, making up for the lost
time of the last two months. After their initial lovemaking they had gone
swimming on the crowded beach and then eaten at one of the little bistros on
the esplanade overlooking the water. Back at apartment they continued their
reunion making love once before falling sleeping, and again in the middle of
the night in heated passion. The second time R. mounted her from behind
and then tried to penetrate Luca's ass. For a moment Luca almost allowed
him, but just couldn't get over her fear that his hard cock would rupture her

if he penetrated that sanctum. Instead R. let his prick slide between her
tight
cheeks, the underside rubbing against her asshole until his come streamed
onto her brown back.
   In the morning they decided to spend one more night in S----- before going
back to the city. Luca had to start looking for a new job and R. had to
unload some of stuff he'd brought from out of country. But before work they
should enjoy the weather and the beach and spend a few more hours with
each other. As the dressed R. insisted that Luca wear only the bottom of
her string bikini and use one of the new Indian scarfs to bond around her
breasts. The gold thread that ran through the rough silk made Luca's
nipples sensitive and she was sure their shadows could be discerned
beneath the pinkish material.
   On the beach they lay sleepily next to one another, dipping into the cool
water every once in a while. R. liked to watch Luca coming out of the water,
her thin figure striding through the wavelets and her small breast
accentuated beneath the wet improvised top. There were few other people
on the beach, and no sign of Karol, the girl that Luca had befriended
before R.'s return. Around lunch time they decided to walk up the beach
to Karol's cabin, to see if she was around.
   When they walked up to the shack on stilts they could see that the front
door was slightly ajar, so they climbed up the steps to the small porch and
Luca poked her head in the door, calling Karol's name. In the back she could
hear water running so Luca entered Karol's home while R. made himself
comfortable on the porch. As she suspected Luca found Karol in the
shower, and told her that she and R. would be waiting outside.
   After a few minutes Karol's head floated in the doorway.
   Come on in, you two, don't be shy. I was going to roll us all a joint.
   When they entered the shadowy room Karol was already burning a pellet of
hash and scraping the loose bits into a small mound of  tobacco. Her still
wet dark hair was cascading droplets on the table and plastered to her bare
shoulders. All she wore was a small blue towel that hung from a loose tuck
between her generous cleavage. The towel barely reached the top of her
thighs, and both her visitors could see the wisps of her pubic patch.
Complaining that her hands were too moist, Karol asked R. to roll the joint.
Karol had made a generous mixture that hit them as they passed the spliff
around. R. in particular, not having smoked in the past couple of months,
felt the tokes hit his head. He was sitting on a floor cushion on the floor
opposite the two girls on the worn couch.
   R. watched as the scene unfolded in a dream-like state. At first Karol
examined Luca's new earrings, lifting them with her fingers while the back of
her hand brushed against Luca's ear lobes. From where he was sitting
close to the floor R.s head was at the same height as the two girl's
crotches, and he could see the dark jungle of Karol's as she casually
parted her legs. Next Karol showed interest in the scarf wrapped
around Luca's breasts. As she felt the rough material her right hand
stroked Luca's breasts while her left rested on Luca's mid-thigh. Luca
had a sort of dazed looked, and seemed to not recognize what was
going on, or at least not care.
   Do you mind? Karol suddenly asked R, who shook his head.
   Karol immediately reached around to Luca's back and untied the scarf and
stretched out before her. Luca looked a little uncomfortable at finding
herself so suddenly half naked.
   I don't think I could ever wear something like this, Karol evaluated. She
untucked the corner of the towel tucked between her breast and stood up,
letting the towel fall onto the sofa. Her breasts drooped as she wrapped the
fabric around her chest and tried to knot the scarf behind her back. Luca
stood to help, but when Karol felt Luca's hands she grabbed Luca's wrists,
pulling them forward and making Luca's hands cup her breast. R. could
see the breast flesh pliable in Luca's hands.
   That's the kind of support I need, reckoned Karol. She released Luca's
wrists and turned and kissed her. Luca struggled for a second, but as Karol
embraced her and slowly let her down on the couch she relaxed a little.
   After a few minutes of groping and kissing Karol paused.
   I want to know your guy. Do you mind? Like, let him join in?
   For a moment Luca's and R.'s eyes met. It was a contact that expressed
mixed emotions -- some shock, some intrigue, some questions.
   Look, I'll let you two decide on your own, said Karol as she stood and
walked behind the tapestry to her sleeping alcove. Silently Luca and R.
reached some agreement and followed Karol and found her outstretched on the
ruffled bed, her thighs spread as her fingers stroked the crevasse edges of
her labia. Karol smiled when she saw them. Still in silence Luca pulled
down her bikini panties and joined Karol, kissing her on the lips while her
right hand squeezed Karol's generous breasts. R. stripped of his shorts and
shirt and wondered what to do next.
   Luca's tanned hand caressed Karol's creamy buttocks and her finger nails
stroked the seam between the generous orbs and the back of Karol's darker
thighs. The contrast of dark and white skin, and the nearly glowing cuticles
was a study of textures.  The two girls were kissing passionately, their lips
partially hidden by the wild strands of Karol's hair and Karol's petting hand
that
closed around Luca's face. R. could see Luca's eyes were closed as she
earnestly mashed her lips against Karol's. Luca's finger tips explore the
valley separating Karol's derriere and noticed for the first time a black
mole,
slightly off center, and the top of the cleft. Luca's nipples were hard and
the aureole inflated and rosy, a peculiar hue surrounded by brown skin. The
sight aroused R. and he felt his engorged cock swing like a derrick as he
walked toward the two girls.
   He lay behind Luca, the base of his prick clasped between her buttocks and
the head pressing against the vertebra of her lower back. His hands slipped
under her arms and soon he kneaded her breasts, pinching the little rock hard
nubbins of her nipples.  R. pressed his left knee and separated Luca's legs,
so that his thigh pushed against her cunt lips and her juices began to matt
the downy hair on his legs. His faced pressed into her hair, and he could
smell her oils and the Mediterranean each time he inhaled. Karol's hand
found his face and began to stroke it too, alternating caresses between
R. and Luca.  Luca's hips began to move against his leg, at first grinding
in a circular motion, but the moving vertically up and down his legs as she
fucked it. She became so caught in his pelvic thrusting that she broke off
her
kiss and panted.
   Karol's fingers stroked R.'s lips, beckoning them to her own. Carefully R.
lifted his upper body and rested on his right elbow so that he was high
enough to kiss Karol by leaning over Luca. His one free hand continued to
cup Luca's breasts and torment her nipples, though her heaving broke his
grip. R. found that he could clench his hand so that the little finger
encapsulated the tiny button nipples of his girlfriend, while the larger
opening of thumb and index finger could capture a soft distended nipple
at the apex of Karol's breast. Karol's were so pliable, like gummy worms,
as he blindly entombed them in his hand. He could feel Karol's hand
run up his thigh, stroking him and gradually finding the object of her quest,
the juncture between his leg and Luca's driving cunt. R. felt the palm of
her hand rest against his legs, and felt the electricity of Karol's first
finger
tip touch of Luca conducted through his body. Luca's rhythm intensified,
and she pressed harder and harder against his thigh as Karol dallied
with Luca's exposed clit. He could tell from Luca's breathing that she
was about to come and let his hand fall from between the two sets of
wonderful breasts and hold her belly. For the first time R. pushed his leg
upwards against Luca and tried to match her stroke for stroke, knowing that
this would bring her over the edge.
   When she came, Luca rolled over on to her front in a crumpled mass. Karol
and R. looked at each other over her prostrate body, sharing together with
each for the first time the experience of wasted post-orgiastic Luca and
smiled as Luca's panting ebbed to deep whopping breaths.
   Suddenly Karol ducked down and attacked the patch of juices Luca had
deposited on R.'s thigh. He could feel her tongue curl around the mess and
Karol's tongue spreading it around. R. held Luca, nuzzling the back of
her neck with his face buried in her sweet smelling light brown hair. He
could feel Karol's mouth all over his left leg and then her tongue probe and
touch one his balls. At first it just darted, leaving a cooling film on his
sac,
but soon she was kissing both of his balls. Luca was more alert and she
turned her face and begun to kiss R., small pecks on his lips and cheeks.
All at once he felt one of his balls disappear in Karol's mouth.
She cupped in her cheek, holding it there with her white teeth and gnawing
her
jaw slightly against the fragile egg. Her tongue painted spittle against it,
while all the time sucking fiercely and stretching his scrotum deeper into
her mouth. It was an agonizing combination of sweet and sour, and
he felt his ball ache. Suddenly she released it and snared its partner in
her mouth; this time Karol let it rest on her curling tongue while she tried
to vacuum the egg down her throat while biting on the loose sac skin.
As Karol alternated her liaisons with his balls R. noticed that the straining
hardon he hand was numbed  by the weird pain and pleasurable sensations
inflicted on his balls.
   Luca's hands was now roving down R.'s chest and he felt touch against his
subdued but still hard penis. A finger, he guessed Luca's, began to pierce
his the outside of whatever one of his balls being engulfed in Karol's mouth.
Karol began to adjust her body, her attachment to his groin being the pivot
of her movement, until her wide hips loomed over R.'s and Luca's heads.
Still partially kissing each other they lunged toward the tangled thatch that

only partially hid her engorged cunt lips. They used their tongues, letting
them ripple around the serrated mouth of her vagina before probing into
Karol's steamy cunt. The aroma and taste differed from Luca's, R. thought
as he sampled her tangy mustiness. Luca tasted much sharper and crisper
though her juices did not linger as long as Karol's. R.'s and Luca's tongues
entwined in the opening haven of Karol's vagina, their noses bumping against
Karol's prominent and aroused clitoris.
   Karol began biting the underside of R.'s cock in between sucking his
scrotum. Her teeth nipped at his fleshy cock tube. Slowly he noticed Karol
move her hips away from his face and onto Luca's, while he felt her mouth
purse around the rigid length of his cock up towards its mushroom head.
He felt Karol's lips chewing softly at the knob, her tongue swirling over the

already straining dome while her mouth pushed down and made the head
of his cock even more taut. If it wasn't for the smarting of his balls R.
thought he would have exploded, but it was as if those previous
ministrations acted as a local anesthetic to his arousal. R. felt his whole
length slip into Karol's mouth and her teeth clench around its base; then she
began to suck. Slowly Karol increased the suction, breathing through
her nose while her cheeks imploded and massaged the sides of his cock,
like a snake digesting a still quivering prey. It was arousing but numbing
at the same time. As Karol's suction pulsated he noticed that her hips
began to sway in the same rhythm over and into Luca's face.  All of a
sudden Karol's whole body quivered and she released R.'s  wet cock,
which thumped against his stomach.
   After a few moments Karol raised herself off the haphazard mattress of R.
and Luca and turned to them and simple said, I need to fuck.
   With that said she turned toward R. and knelt with a knee resting on the
outside of each thigh. One hand slipped into the notch between her legs so
that the outside part of it rubbed between her slightly parted lips. Luca
and R. could seen the moisture glisten on Karol's skin. After a few strokes
lifted her hand and sucked her juices off it, while her other hand began
almost hacking her dripping lips. Then she grabbed the base of R.'s cock
and held it vertically and lowered herself on to it in one deep plunge,
gyrating her pubic mons against R.'s.  Without ceremony Karol started
fucking R. with short intense stroke, raising up only a couple of inches
before mechanically pistoning down. One hand continued to brazenly stroke her
clit.
    R. just lay on the bed as Karol fucked him. He contrasted this rubbery
loose cunt with the tight warm tunnel he'd enjoyed the night before. He could
feel Karol's juices flow over him and hear the slight sucking sounds as
her cunt impelled and expelled air as she rose and fell over his pelvis.
   Not wanting to be left out of it, Luca straddled R.'s head so that her
cunt pressed her lips. To keep divert his attention from the fast fucking
from Karol R. swirled his tongue around Luca's sweet sharp cavern, awed
by her hairless pubes. His tongue would flitter occasionally upwards and
glance against her rock hard clit. The tip of his nose pressed against
Luca's flower-like asshole, and he began to roll his face so that his nose
titillated this forbidden zone. Luca would move away to avoid this nasal
attention, but her craving of his tongue against his clit inevitably made
her return to a position where he could renew his attention to her rectum.
   Karol's rhythm intensified and her strokes got longer. Luca was teasing
her breasts, occasionally bending forward to kiss them. Karol's arms just
rested on Luca's shoulders and she pumped and grinded against R.
until she came, and then she plumped forward and rested against Luca.
The walls of cunt pulsed around the length of R.'s prick, as if trying to
entice his seed by gentle persuasion. His cock still felt numb but R.
could feel the time bomb of his climax ticking down.
   Luca's rocking on his face grew faster so R. pressed his tongue between
the cleft guarding her clitoris and flexed it against the hard button until
he felt her mini-orgasm shiver through her body. Quickly Luca lifted her body
off his face and knelt next to the parallel bodies of her lovers.
   I want to be fucked too, she pined.
   Hearing her need Karol disentangled herself from R.'s hardon and let him
position himself behind Luca's buttocks. Before entering her he lubricated
his cock by rubbing it across the mouth of Luca's cunt, so the uppermost
third slid back and forth against her clit. Luca rested on all fours, bracing
her
upper body on her palms. Slippery from both Karol's and Luca's wetness,
R.'s cock would occasionally slip away from its desired target and snake
between Luca's small tight buttocks. He could feel Luca push against him
and felt her hand grasp his length and direct his cockhead between her lips.
It easily slid into her wet tunnel, the walls of her cunt embracing this
welcome intruder. He fucked her hard, thrusting his length into her in one
sharp motion. Then R. would very slowly withdraw almost the entire length
of his prick before lunging into her so that his hips pressed against her
pelvis
despite the cushion of her ass.
   Meanwhile Karol had rolled beneath Luca and began to lubricate with her
mouth and tongue the already moist juncture of prick and cunt. When R. first
felt her mouth caress the length of his withdrawing cock, her tongue pressing
against the underside, he thought he would explode with only a few more
plunges. But then Karol began to encase his balls in his mouth, sucking
them again, and drawing his come back down to his scrotum. He could feel
Karol's tongue continue to stroke the underside of his cock, and from Luca's
gyrations knew that Karol was working her magic on Luca's clit. To tease
her, R. withdrew his cock and rubbed it over the cleavage of Luca's buttocks;

almost immediately Luca reached for his prick and redirected it for
her pleasure. He did it again a couple of more times, enjoying how her firm
cheeks embraced his prick, but each time Luca grabbed him and placed his
prickhead into the confines of her vagina.
   When Luca came she collapsed forward onto Karol. She was still writhing in
pleasure as Karol released R.'s balls and let him fall on top of Luca. His
prick nestled between those desirable buttocks and R. moved his hips, trying
to press the tip of his cock against Luca's puckered asshole. In spite of
being
racked with pleasure, Luca was aware enough not to let herself be violated.
continued to press against her, but eventually Luca threw him off her back.
   Stop it! she complained, stop trying to fuck me there. Don't spoil this.
   Karol had disentangled herself from her lovers, and sat on her knees
surveying the scene. There was a moment of silence as Luca glared at R.,
while he beseeched her with his look. Karol broke the impasse.
   You can fuck my ass. If you like. . .
   Luca rolled her eyes in reluctant approval. She watched as R. positioned
himself behind Karol who rested on her elbows, her buttocks pouting toward
the straining prick that loomed above her.  Karol looked over her shoulder.
   Have you ever done this before? Karol asked. R. shook his head.
   Make sure you're really wet. At first go real slow, but push constantly
until you get the head in. Then it's easy. . . but play with me, ok?
   R. placed his cockhead against the swollen asshole, and pressed it between
the jelly-like membrane. Karol's asshole swelled as he increased the
pressure, but following her orders he slowly pushed and felt the tip of his
prick disappear into Karol's anus. He could feel the mushroom enter through
the gates and the next couple of inches slipped easily into Karol.
Remembering the advice he'd been given he began to stroke through Karol's
matted pubic hair and place to fingers into her vagina while his thumb rested

on her swollen clitoris. His cock felt like it was in a vise, and he pumped
slowly back and forth, in and out of Karol's ass. When he looked down he
could see Karol's cheeks shiver, and the small mole being pulled in the rift
between them with each of his thrusts, and then creeping outward
with each outstroke.
   Luca watched, sitting crosslegged on the mattress, her right hand stroking
her clitoris as she watched R. assfuck Karol. Her left hand soon joined R.'s
and began to coax an orgasm from Karol. Within a couple of minutes the
tight clench of Karol's rectum, pulsing from the orgasms in its neighboring
vagina, brought all that come that had been welling up from the constant
stimulation to the point of explosion. R. felt it ejaculate into the tight
confines
of Karol's belly, jet after jet of thin sticky come pulsing from his
cockhead,
a blinding emotion cutting off his vision.
   Be careful when you pull out. Real slow please, said Karol.
   It was only minutes later, but like another age. R. was resting his face
against Karol's shoulder while Luca embraced both of them. Slowly R. pulled
his cock out. Karol rolled over onto her back, and looked at her two lovers.

No one quite knew what to say. But they all knew there'd be time to say it.

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