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A Big Appetite

By: ainu2



I've always loved sex, right from the beginning. Like a lot of other girls, I'm sure, I started with a neighbor boy. I mean, they're the ones that are convenient when you're at the age you decide you really, really need to find out what it's all about. And you know them so you can trust them. Because it's all a little scary at first. Anyway, Alex was two years older, very quiet and shy. I'm sure it was me and not him that led us through every step. We did it all, from showing each other our privates to touching to oral to actually fucking. I think I knew the moment I saw his erection that I wanted it, wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it inside me. I had looked at lots of porn.

We actually got very good at it, both loving it all a lot. Naked, spending hours doing everything we could; other times finding an odd moment around the corner when we could have a quickie. As shy and quiet as he was and is, I'm sure our having sex helped Alex a lot later when he was at college. 

I got to the point I needed even more and added another guy, without Alex ever knowing. I would have sex with one and then a few hours later with the other. And I never stopped. I've had lots and lots of sex and have loved it all. I tried to keep from being too sluttish even though I realize that I am a slut. I would generally have one, sometimes two, occasionally even three, guys that I was having sex with and would stay with each of them them for a while. I didn't go pick up guys in bars for one nighters and don't think I ever got a bad reputation for being too sexually active, even though I was.

Fortunately, I inherited good genes. I'm attractive. Great body. Tits a little too big for the rest of me, good butt, nice legs, small waist. Pretty enough face, maybe cute would be more honest. I was really blond as a kid, almost white haired, and slowly darkened some over the years until I'm still blond, sort of sun streaked blond, but with a little help nowadays. I keep my pussy shaved so nobody can tell.

Unfortunately, academics was never my strong suit. So I never went to college. Have had to work to earn a living. Was a waitress but moved into retail sales, clerking in a store. I manage to make good enough money to support me. I'm better at getting men to buy than women. I suspect that many of them would love to buy me but instead I have them settle for what I sell them.

Which is how I met Tony. He wanted me and not what I was selling. Oh, he bought stuff but really wanted me. He's very attractive, very manly. Tall, dark and handsome, the old cliché. With more money that he knows what to do with. I'm fairly sure it's illegal but I don't dig into all that. He finally got me. For a weekend first. But now, I've lived with him for about three months. A kept woman. I know it's not smart. He's married with children so this won't last forever. But he is so very, very good in bed and is almost insatiable and can get it up over and over, which means he actually meets my huge needs. And he can afford absolutely anything. I live like a princess. Admittedly, it's a little like the princess locked away in a tower. I don't have a life anymore except fucking Tony and being spoiled rotten. I read a lot. And that reading is starting to get to me.

We're now in Italy. In a truly grand hotel. Rome. We're here because it all has something to do with Tony's business. I've read travel books about Italy. About all kinds of places but since we're in Italy, Italy is what I think of. I really want to visit a lot of the places I've read about. I can visit the ones just blocks away. The Vatican, Trevi fountain and so on, and I have. But there's a lot more out there and Tony doesn't want me wandering off very far. Protecting me, probably, but stifling me actually. I'm definitely getting a little itchy about killing time all day waiting for him to come home and fuck me. I need something to do. Back in LA I had a lot of friends and I worked until a couple months ago, it wasn't a problem. But here, I'm beginning to realize the down side of being a kept woman. Maybe it's all a mistake.

So I'm sitting at a little table, among a bunch of other tables on what is sort of a very wide sidewalk or colonnade in front of the hotel, having a coke. Just killing time. This guy comes over and asks if he can sit at my table. Asks in English so he must recognize me as American. Hitting one me, most likely. I look at him. He's tall and pretty slim. Has on shorts, boots, a wide brim hat and carries a backpack. Actually a very good looking guy and obviously in good shape. Looks like someone who's hiking around. What the heck, I figure. Might make the afternoon more pleasant.

"Sure," I say, looking him up and down.

"You're a very pretty girl," he says as he sits on the chair next to me. Accent of some sort, not an American.

"Thanks," I reply. "You look like someone backpacking around the country."

"Yes I am," he says. "It's a great way to see the real countryside and how people actually live."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Oh, I've done it most vacations for several years. Have you ever done anything similar?"

I smile. "No, never have. It might be interesting, though. How long are you doing it this year, how much time do you still have?" I'm beginning to remember a guy built like this that I was with for several months a couple years ago. Tall and almost skinny but with a really great cock, sort of long and skinny like his body. I bet this guy is like that.

"Oh, I've just started, got to Rome yesterday. I have four weeks off. From here, I think I'll go to Naples, then Florence, then perhaps Venice. Have you ever traveled in Italy?"

"No, my first time here. I've been here just a few days. How do you travel? How much will a month traveling cost you?"

"You're very nosy but that's all right. I travel on public facilities, buses, trains, subways. I stay in inexpensive pensiones, you know, rooms off the main thoroughfares. I'm budgeting 3,000 Euros for my vacation. But why do you want to know?"

"I'm not sure. I have some ideas but I haven't thought them out. Do you travel alone?"

"At the moment, yes. But I would be very happy to have someone share the experiences. A pretty girl perhaps?"

I grin. Nothing bashful about him. I don't think he realizes that the rooms I'm in with Tony probably cost six or seven hundred Euros a day. With meals out in good restaurants and hired limos, Tony might spend this guy's 3000 Euros in a day. "Is that an offer? I would probably help you run through your Euros much quicker."

"Oh, I could spend more if I had a good reason," he comes back with a dirty smile.

"You're trying to pick me up, aren't you?"

"Well, you're very attractive, so, yes, I guess I should admit it. Is there anything wrong with that?

"I should tell you that I'm not interested in any one night stands. I love sex. I don't want to mislead you. But I prefer ongoing relationships. The sex is much better that way, I think. For instance, from what you've said, a month or more together could be pleasant and it could be horrible if the two weren't compatible." I was getting a little horny. I was also a little envious that he managed to do whatever he wanted and I was sort of trapped.

His grin was even bigger and dirtier. "Compatibility would be easy to establish, wouldn't it? The afternoon is young and my room is only minutes away."

"You don't waste any time, do you? Well, why not? I think I'm in the mood. Let's go. But remember, I warned you. If you're as good as I hope, you may be stuck with me for awhile."

I think he's surprised that he's succeeded. I get up and then, he realizes what I've said and jumps up and puts his hand on my waist to lead me away. I go along with him. "I'm Diane," I tell him. "American. And you?"

"Oscar, from Denmark."

"Oscar," I say out loud. "I've never been with an Oscar. And maybe I should say that I'm in Rome with someone and in a couple hours he'll be returning so I don't have a whole lot of time right now"

"I'm realizing that you're not exactly the simple but very attractive young girl I thought I was meeting," he tells me, "You're much more complicated and interesting."

We hiked up to what I would call the third floor but here is the second because the ground floor is not the first floor, the next one up is the first floor. Does that make any sense? The room was minimal, double bed, window, chair, chest of drawers, mirror, sink with hot and cold water. Apparently the bathroom is down the hall. I'm a little out of breath from climbing but Oscar certainly isn't because he pulls me to him and kisses me. A really sexy kiss showing lots of promise.

As we break the kiss, I say, "No use wasting time, let's get naked so we can get at each other," and I start unbuttoning my blouse. Oscar is no slouch. He actually gets out of his things faster than me -- boxer shorts, I noted, not briefs. 

"You are absolutely the sexiest, best built, most attractive girl I've ever been with," he tells me and kisses me again, his hands running down my back and pulling my butt close against him. I want to get in as much sex as I can and I know I don't have a lot of time. I'll need to shower and use the bidet when I get back and be ready for Tony to eat me almost as soon as he sees me. I sure can't have him slurping out Oscar's cum. I think that would upset him at the very least. I had got just a glimpse of Oscar's cock before he held me tight and kissed me and it looked to be what I expected, longer than usual. Now, I needed to find out for sure. So when he finally stopped kissing me, I pretty much just dropped down, sliding through his arms, onto my knees, so I could get at his cock.

I've made use of more cocks than I probably should have at my age. I'm 23 and I've looked up close like this at maybe a dozen,well, maybe a few more than that. And each one is a little different. They're all sexy as hell but some are almost beautiful and some almost ugly. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, clean and firm, some with veins almost popping out, some with weird shaped heads that look almost too big for the shaft to hold. I've read that size doesn't matter it's how you use it and I agree to some extent. The guy with the smallest cock I've been with was actually a very good lover, we lasted several months together. But all other things being equal, bigger gives you different feelings inside, more feelings. I also read where the average size is about six inches. To get an average it would mean some are bigger than that and some smaller. Well, all mine have been on white guys in Southern California that are fairly well built otherwise and my experience would say the average must be a little more than claimed. But then I've never been with guys that are over all small or huge and I guess cocks would sort of go along with overall size. Maybe that's why Walt Chamberlain at over seven feet tall had so many females that wanted to experience his cock. If it matched his overall size it would probably be huge.

Well, any way, here's Oscar's. As I expected, it's long, maybe as long as any I've had before and maybe slightly longer. It's not unusually thick or fat but it's thick enough. And it's not circumcised. This is only my second not circumcised. So the head is sort of hiding inside it's hoodie or whatever that's called. And it's not really all the way up yet. I mean, it's half way there, standing out and not hanging. But as I hold it and feel his balls with my other hand, it grows and gets more and more firm and hard. I look up at him and tell him, "You have a really great cock, Oscar." It's true but I have to admit I've said that a number of times before. I kiss the end and turn my head to lick along the side. 

I'm never going to be able to deep throat this. I've learned how and done it before but this thing would go down my throat enough to hit that flap, whatever it's called, that might aim it into my lungs. I'd suffocate. But let's give it a whirl and see. I open my mouth wide enough and get the end into my mouth. As it hardens, the head peeks out a little more. I lick around the head and can push the foreskin with my tongue. Interesting. I take more of it into my mouth and grasp the base with my fingers. I start jerking him off a little with my fingers as I slide my lips back and forth, keeping my tongue working on him. I've always lover oral sex, love the whole feel of sucking a cock. I think I could suck on one for hours. Well, maybe not, my jaw would probably get tired.

The more I work on his cock, the hotter I get. I move my hand from fondling his balls to reach down between my legs and start playing with myself. I grip him as tight as I can with my lips and work back and forth, also working him with my fingers. So far, he's just standing there letting me do my thing. Some guys start using their hips to try and fuck my mouth. I'm glad he isn't because I'd just as soon do it the way I want. I want to get his load, find out what it tastes like. I hope I love it. I usually do, although I've had a couple that tasted odd. If the guy stops me it usually means he wants to fuck me. And that's o.k. but I'd rather he let me finish him because that always means that he'll then eat me and I love that. He's starting to moan, make noises, his hips are moving a little but not enough to be a bother. I work him even faster and harder and then I can feel it. It always happens, they actually seem to get even stiffer or bigger just before they shoot. And, wow, does he shoot. Almost forces me off but I hold tight with my lips and swallow. Then more and more. I swallow it all. I almost wish he had lasted longer, I'd like to suck on him longer, but I pull off some and then take him back in and lick him clean and pull out any last drops, a couple passes and then I sit back and just look at his cock. Big and red, the whole head showing now. I start to look up at him but he reaches down and gets his hands under my arms and lifts me up.

"You are the sexiest woman in the world," Oscar almost growls at me, then hugs me close and kisses me. My feet are off the floor, he's holding me up against his body. Still holding me, he takes a couple steps and lays us both down onto the bed. Still kissing me, his hands start all over my body, feeling me, caressing me. He slides down some and gets his hands and mouth to my breasts, kisses both and sucks on one as he fondles the other, his spare hand now down between my legs. Then he's kissing down over my stomach, uses his hands to force my legs apart and gets down between my legs and his face to my pussy. I think he's trying to suck my whole pussy into his mouth. I've done this a lot before and have never had anyone almost attack me like this. 

I get my one leg up onto his shoulder and let the other leg drop off to the side, I use my leg on his shoulder to raise my butt enough so he can get his mouth to my pussy even better. His tongue is moving all over me, from my ass hole to my clit and back again, over and over. He slides a finger into me and gets his lips on my clit. Fuck, I love this. So I tell him, "Oscar, I love this." He doesn't even mumble a reply, just keeps his attack going on. He gets another finger into me and starts moving them, fast and hard, fucking me with his fingers as he almost chews on my clit. I'm going to cum, I can feel it building. I hope he's had enough time to get hard again because I want him in me.

I'm cumming. It's fantastic, feels so great, but I know I'm getting all over his face. "Fuck me, Oscar," I can tell I'm almost yelling. He's up over me now and I can feel that cock of his starting into me. Fuck, this is perfect, just what I want. He's in me, filling me. I love that cock of his. "More," I almost scream. "Harder. Faster." That's what he does. He's pounding into me. All I can see is his chest but I can feel his whole body slamming into me, fucking me. It goes on and on. I cum again and he continues to pound into me. It's perfect, I've never felt better in my life. And then he's cumming. I can feel it shooting inside me. 

He's out of me, to my side, kissing me, running his hands over me. "You are the sexiest woman in the world," he tells me again as he continues to kiss me and feel my body. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close against him. I push with my legs and roll us a little so that I'm laying on top of him. I kiss him and he holds my butt with one hand and my upper back with the other.

"How long are you going to be in Rome?" I ask, looking down ar his face.

"I was going to be here four or five days, seeing everything I wanted. But I can stay longer."

"No, there's no need for that. Where after Rome?"

"Well, I'm down here so I might as well go further South to Naples."

"Why Naples?"

"Well, a long time ago, when Italy wasn't Italy but a bunch of separate little states or countries, Naples was the richest and most important of all. There's a lot to see there. And then there's Pompeii and Herculaneum nearby and it's also easy to move down to Sorrento and Positano and the Isle of Capri, all beautiful."

"But isn't Naples poor now?"

"Yes, I guess it is. It's pretty much run by organized crime. And no place run by crime mobs ever does very well, the criminals siphon off everything. I mean, nobody can build up a good business and profit from it because the mob takes its share. And if the mob takes over, they can't run a straight business, they've got to cut corners so they never do too well. In fact, Sicily is a lot like that, too. In fact a lot of italy is messed up by corruption. But there's still so much beauty here. You'd love Positano, it's lovely."

"Yeah, I think I would. I've read a lot about the, what is it, the Amalfi coast."

All the time we're talking, I'm using one hand to play with his cock, trying to get him up again. And I like the way he explains things, I might like spending some time with him. "And then where?" I ask.

"Well at some point, it has to be Florence. All of Tuscany is lovely, Siena and the small hill towns. But for art, there's no place like Florence. Some of the greatest in the world. The Medici's were a tough family in many ways but they sure supported the arts. Then, a visit to Italy has to include Venice. At it's peak, Venice was probably even richer than Naples."

"It sounds like you've been here before."

"I have, on a student tour where we whizzed through fairly quickly. Now, I can spend more time."

I can feel his cock starting to respond. "What do you do in Denmark, Oscar, I mean as a living."

"I'm a curator at the National Art Museum. assistant curator, really, doing photographs now but more can open up."

I can feel his cock is ready. "Well maybe it's time for me to open up some more, too," I tell him as I sit up some and position myself over his cock. I hold it and slowly drop myself down, taking it up inside me, Fuck, this feels so good. I lean forward a little, supporting myself on my arms, letting my breasts fall loose over his chest where he can get a good look at them, and start rotating back and forth, sliding my pussy lips along his cock. moving it out of me and then back in.

"Diane, this is the sexiest moment in my life," he says as he reaches around to hold onto my ass. "You're like some sex goddess in a science fiction story. Watching your gorgeous body move above me, fucking me, is unbelievable."

"Well, you have a gorgeous cock, Oscar, it fills me and feels so scrumptious moving inside me. I almost feel like jumping off and swallowing you again, you're so delicious."

"I love being in you but if you want to switch, go ahead. You have a delicious pussy."

"I thought you liked eating me from the way you attacked me earlier."

"Eating you? That's how you say it? Well, then, you are the most edible female I've ever seen in my life,"

With that, I sit up, lift up with my legs to slowly slide his cock out of me and then almost jump around into a sixty nine position. I sit my pussy on his face and get my open mouth around the head of his wet cock as I grab the base with my hand, supporting myself with the other one.


A Big Appetite



We must have kept at each other for fifteen minutes. I cum at least twice. Maybe I never stopped cumming after the first time, before he finally shoots off another load into my mouth. "My jaws were getting tired of being open so wide for so long," I tell him as I lift off him and move around head-to-head to kiss him.

"Well mine weren't. Eating you is better than any meal I've ever had. I wanted to see if I could get you to squirt another load on me."

I realize that I have to be back at the hotel before Tony. "I've got to go," I say as I sit up and started off the bed.

"I've been in heaven," he says. "I'm going to see you again aren't I?"

I'm getting my clothes on. "You're probably going to get more of me than you expect," I tell him. "Tomorrow morning, as soon as I can, I'll write a note, pack up my things and get back here. Don't come to the hotel where we met, I don't want anyone there to see us together. I'll come here."

As I headed back to the hotel I decided that I really did want to go with Oscar and see all the things I've been wanting to see. He seems to be knowledgeable about them all. He also seems to really love my body and wants to treat me the way I want to be treated -- that is, a lot of sex activity. Now, I had to give Tony the best night of his life and then find the words to write a good bye note that would keep him happy. I had the sneaking idea that if he ends up too unhappy that maybe he has the kinds of friends in Italy that could cause me problems.

Anyway, as soon as I get to the room, I get naked and sit on the bidet to wash my pussy clean. Why don't we have these things in America? I also have to admit that holding my pussy open for the water spray made me a little horny. But then. life in general makes me horny. Once I'm rinsed out, I get in the shower to wash off anything that Oscar might have left on me. My timing is great because Tony comes in while I'm still in the shower. He strips and joins me.

I really love Tony's cock. Of course, I have to admit, I've really loved every cock I've ever come in contact with. So, in the shower, I'm soon on my knees with his cock in my mouth and I'm giving him as good a blow job as I can manage. He tells me how sexy I am and dries me off as we get out of the shower and then almost throws me on the bed, with my legs hanging off the side so he can get in between them and push his face to my pussy and start licking and fingering me. He keeps telling me how sexy I am and what a great body I have and after I cum, he moves up some and shoves his lovely cock into me and fucks me, fucks me hard and fast. He's obviously horny also. My legs are up, lifting my butt up a little, he's leaning on them and pistoning his cock into me as hard and fast as he can, whamming into me. It's terrific! I cum before he does and he just keeps pounding into me and by the time he finally cums, I have again. A really great fuck.

Then we're laying next to one another on the bed, naked. He's running his hand over my body, feeling my breasts, my stomach. "I met some guys to day that I have to see some more. They're not good people at all. I don't want to even let them lay eyes on you. If they decided to do anything, I couldn't stop them. They're too big. So I'm going to have to go out to dinner alone and leave you here. I think it would be best if you ordered from room service and ate here because I'm going to be pretty late, I think. And I don't want you wandering around out there on your own, this isn't our kind of territory. We can go at it again when I get back but then tomorrow I've got to go and have breakfast at a guy's home so I'll leave pretty early. I'm sorry but it's business and I ought to come out of this in a very good position."

I thought of going back to Oscar's but decided it might be risky. I have no idea when Tony will be back. But this helps settle things. I don't think I want to be involved in whatever Tony is involved in. So I get dressed casually and go down to the hotel desk and ask where the nearest shop is where I could buy a duffle bag. He didn't know what a duffle bag is so I said a big bag, a sports bag, something to carry clothes in. Anyway, I eventually followed his directions and went over one block and down three and sure enough there was a store that sold almost everything. I find what I hope is the perfect bag, very colorful, flags of all nations covering it. Big enough to hold most everything I'll need.

I go back to the hotel, put on a robe and do as Tony suggested and order from room service. I also read some more travel articles about Italy. In it I see an ad for a bank that has branches all over Italy and I realize that there's one next door to the hotel. When Tony comes back, I'm in bed, naked and asleep. His coming in wakes me and he eats me again, telling me how delicious I am, then fucks me. First missionary and then I turn over and we finish doggie style. In the morning, I hear him getting up and leaving and I just stay in bed.

Once he's gone long enough that I know he isn't coming back because he forgot something -- he's done that often - I go to the room safe and open it. He never gave me the combination but I've watched him and besides he used the same code as he's used before. Our passports are in there along with some papers that I've never checked out before and don't think I will now, plus a pile of cash, all in U.S. hundred dollar bills. Let's see, Oscar said he allowed 3000 Euros for his trip, so if I have that much, too, it should work out. So I take 40 of the bills, $4,000 (the Euro is worth more than the dollar) and my passport. I then call down for breakfast in the room. While I'm waiting, I start in the bathroom, getting all the cosmetics I want, toothpaste and so on , and my birth control pills (I have two months supply with me plus a prescription from a US doctor). Then I pick out all the clothes I think I can use. I sort of hate it but I leave some really great dress-up stuff here ( I take one sexy cocktail dress that has almost no back, I love it), and I pack it all into that colorful bag I bought the evening before.

I've been thinking of what to write in a note. I need to be careful. Perhaps I can do it in a way that will let him decide to just drop me and not get angry or anything.

Dear Tony,

You're the best guy in bed ever. I love having sex with you. And you treat me really nice. But I don't like having nothing to do but sit around waiting for you to get back so we can have sex. And I'm worried about getting caught up in whatever your business is. And I really, really need to visit all the terrific places there are in Italy. So I've taken my passport and some spending money (I could have taken a lot more but I want us both to remember each other well and the good times we've had). It's been great but I'm really just some sex on the side of your real life and I'm sure you can replace me with the next pretty girl you see. I don't think either of us ever thought this was anything but short term.

Love, Diane

When room service comes, I eat, sling the bag over my shoulder, put my passport and money in a purse with a long strap that I put around my neck, and leave. I stop at the bank to deposit the $4000 and change it into Euros. It takes longer than I thought and I'll have to come back in two days to pick up my ATM card so I can take out money at any branch. I come out, head to Oscar's and climb the steps to his room and knock. He answers the door immediately. All he has on is a pair of boxer undershorts. He grabs me and holds me and kisses me. I toss the bag down and strip off my clothes and we're almost immediately naked and on the bed, feeling each other and kissing.

Ever since I first saw the cock of Alex, my neighbor, as we learned about sex from each other, I've been obsessed with them. It's like erect cocks are something magical or something. I love looking at them, taking them in my mouth and sucking on them, pulling cum out of them, just feeling them, jerking them off, and, of course, feeling them moving inside me. I think that down deep somewhere I want one for myself, I envy guys having those terrific cocks. And, just as every cock is unique to some extent, guys use them differently. 

I'm always horny. I can be wet enough to let a cock push into me in seconds after the idea of fucking enters my mind. I'm usually sort of in a hurry. I don't want to fool around, I want to grab that cock and swallow it, or get it in my vagina. I'm not really into slowly building up to anything, I'm ready now. Most guys are like me. They just want to fuck and the sooner the better. Most guys also are intent on doing what they want, not what the female wants.

Some guys, the smarter ones, have learned that the sex comes out better overall if they make the female happy, make the female desire them and not just be a cum receptacle. I've even learned that, too, and purposely try and make the guy feel good by telling him how sexy he is or what a great cock he has. But I've never learned to tease and slowly build to a climax. I'm always ready now. I've had guys who purposely tease and slowly work towards climaxing. It isn't natural. I think some woman has taught them to do that. I have to admit that when the climax finally comes with them, it's a good one. But I've laid there with a guy licking my clit, after I've already cum twice, almost yelling, "fuck me, damn it, fuck me." 

Oscar's a terrific lover. He truly wants to satisfy me, wants to do whatever it is that I want him to do. He's gentle. It's almost as if he thinks I'm some goddess and my body is something sacred that he hopes I'll let him use. It's nice. But he can also really bang into me full force when we get to it and I'm telling him, "harder, faster." He's also very healthy, in good shape, can get it up again fairly quickly. All in all, a terrific guy to be with.

So, we never leave his room until lunch time. A late lunch at that. We have paninis, which I discover is basically a sandwich, this one ham and cheese that's been heated in an oven, in a dinky little shop. It's delicious. I have a bottle of water, Oscar has a beer. I'll drink a little on occasion but not often. I prefer to remain sharp, feel what I feel and not dull my senses. Then to the coliseum. We take a guided tour and afterwards Oscar and I go into some of the areas that were beneath the floor originally. Rooms where the gladiators lived, where wild animals were stored. Then down the train another couple stops to the Circus Maximus which today is disappointing, it's basically a big field. Oscar told me about the wild chariot races they used to have. He's a terrific guide, I like being with him.

Later, in almost twilight, we wander through the old forum, now all ruins, and Oscar tells me all of the things that used to happen there. Then dinner in another small restaurant. Spaghetti carbonara, which I've never had before and certainly will again, and a salad of tomatoes and cheese, Caprese, I think it's called, that I'll also have again. I even have a glass of red wine. Then back to the room for some sex. I'm more turned on to Oscar than ever now. I can only hope he stays as horny as he is now after he's fucked me forty or fifty times.

Nest morning, more sex. Then the Spanish steps, at least a half dozen churches that are all marvelous and I remain amazed how much Oscar knows. He says he's just read a lot about Italy. After lunch back to the room for some more sex. Dinner out and then the Opera. Outdoors in a huge old place, used to be public baths. I've never been to an opera before. Rigoletto this one is called. I have to admit that most of it went over my head but I like it and the total experience is unbelievable. It's sort of late when we get back so just a little sex but then a little more in the morning. 

I'll have to talk Oscar into getting rooms with their own bathrooms from now on. That bath down the hall is a problem, particularly with all the sex we're having and my having to clean myself out so often. It does let us shower together but a lot of the time there are other people in the bathroom and that isn't conducive to having sex, at least for me. I never thought of it before but I guess I'm a little more private than I might have thought. I do know that I've had opportunities before for group sex, several people involved, and I've always steered clear of that. I love sex enough that I often have more than one guy on the string but I experience them one at a time.

We have a couple more places to see the next day and we get to the bank so I can get my ATM card and be able to access money all over Italy. I let Oscar know that I'm willing to share the costs of some things, like rooms with a bath, I don't need to free load off him all the time. We'll see but from the way he acts, I don't think I'll be spending much, he seems to want to be my benefactor. So I'm back to being a kept woman again. Except I don't get left in the room while he's out, we go out together. Lots and lots of time together and for me, at least, I like him more the more I'm with him. 

Then by train to Naples. Old city, lots of small streets bending around, easy to get lost. Visit Pompeii, Oscar knows a lot about it all. Must have been horrible when it happened and the whole town got buried in volcanic ash and lava. On to Positano. Beautiful little town located where mountains meet the sea so it's tiered way up the steep hill. Oscar is great to be with. We have sex a lot. The more often I experience his cock the more I love it. I think he'd almost prefer eating me to fucking me, which is great. He then tells me that he'd like to change our itinerary a little, spend some time at a romantic spot up in Tuscany. I know nothing about all this so I agree. We go back to Rome on the train and he surprises me and rents a car. A tiny little Fiat with a gear shift. Apparently we're going some place that is hard to get to on public transportation.

We drive most of the day. We end up exactly where he planned. He learned about this place from someone he knows and I guess he called from Positano and made arrangements. It's a small complex of buildings, all stone. The owner must have spent a lot of money converting old farm buildings and a home into this. We have a room with bath. I would guess that there must be five or six other rooms plus a separate house. Lots of land. A beautiful swimming pool. Oscar suggested that we relax by taking a swim, even though it's what I would consider to be dinner time. But, it's still light and warm, so why not. I actually have a swim suit with me. A red, minimal bikini. 

As we start across the lawn to the pool, Oscar tells me, "Diane, that bathing suit is so sexy. I want to stop right here and attack you. I don't think you can imagine how sexy you are."

"Oscar, if you want to attack me, it's fine with me. Seeing you makes me feel like attacking you, too. You're a very handsome guy. And I love your cock." He pulls me to him and holds me tight and we kiss.

"Fuck," he says as he breaks the kiss. He then turns and runs and dives into the pool so I run after him and also dive in. I glide through the water and surface and look around and don't see him. I feel something and look down and he's got his face against my pussy, well actually against my bathing suit, and he's trying to bite me a little, just with his lips, not his teeth. I spread my legs to give him room and he continues for a minute or so and then has to pop up to catch his breath.

We're against the side in the deep end of the pool. There are three kids, maybe six or seven years old, in the shallow end. There are four or five adults sitting on folding chairs around the side of the pool. Everyone is looking at us. I smile at the closest people and say, "Hi." Both smile back, one just nods but the man says "Hi," in return. Oscar's smiling at them, too. He's facing me, his hands on the pool coping on either side of me. "We're going to need to go back to our room soon, I want you very, very much." he almost whispers to me. 

"I want you, too," I quietly answer, "Why don't we swim a couple laps and then go back, just to let all these people know we meant to come to the pool."

We stay there five days. It's like a honeymoon probably should be. I love sex, can't get enough. Well, I come as close to getting enough as I ever have. Maybe actually more than enough. We come out to eat meals (although the place supplies a breakfast, croissant and coffee, so we can stay in all morning when we want) and to make quick day trips to Siena and a couple small hill towns. 

In the morning, I wake up and suck off his gorgeous cock and then he eats me and then we fuck. As always, he eats me like he's hungry for me, giving me two orgasms and we fuck in several positions because he lasts and lasts. It's glorious. We take a shower which gets us both horny and we fuck again. Then we go out and get a meal and a visit to some place and come back and get naked on the bed and start over. We learn that the other guests are sight seeing so the pool is all ours during the day. The first time we're alone in the pool and Oscar starts trying to much on my pussy, I pull my bottom off so he can get at me. When he comes up for air, I push his trunks down so his cock is free and we fuck in the pool, both of us vertical. When I go to reach for my bikini bottoms on the side of the pool, he helps boost me up and I sit there, bare bottomed, my legs in the water while he eats me. I jump back in the pool after cumming and pull him to the shallow end where I sit him on a step and 3/4 of his cock sticks up out of the water and I get my mouth and hands on it and suck him until he's almost ready to cum and then I get up against him and sit down on it and we fuck until he cums.

We go back to the room to get dressed but take the time to fuck again, then dress and go out and eat something and come back to the room. Each day we do this. I must have a dozen orgasms a day, often more, and he cums five or six times. I doubt if it's possible for two people to have sex any more often. Because if we could, we would. In between he sucks on my nipples and feels me all over and I do the same to him. It's as good a time as I've ever had in my life.

Then up to Florence where I see the greatest art in the world, then on to Venice. There's no way to describe Venice, it has to be experienced. We have sex all the time. And then four weeks is up. Oscar has to go back to Denmark. 

I learn he isn't Oscar. That's how I would spell it. He's Oskar. Last name Sorensen. He wants me to come with him to his home in Denmark. His apartment, actually. I want to go because I want the sex to continue. I also realize, I like being with him, want to continue being with him. So I agree to go with him but let him know that I have to go back to the U.S. soon. I'll need to see if I can get my old job back or else find a new job. Since times are sort of tough, putting all that off for a little while makes some sense. But I realize that all that thinking of mine is a fake, I really just want us to continue the great sex.

His apartment in Copenhagen is great! Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, bath. Very modern. Wood floors, white walls, modern metal and black leather furniture, photos with black frames on the walls. Roomy, lots of windows, lots of light. Located on the top floor, which is the fifth floor, of a fairly new building right down town. He walks to his job at the museum. Our first day there we spend the entire time naked, continuing our habit of feeling and holding each other and having sex as often as possible. I love the feel and taste of his cock so I usually suck him for as long as I think I can before switching and having him fuck me until he cums. After the first couple times, he lasts a long time before cumming so we manage to have him in me, in one position or another, for literally hours. I don't think I've ever really loved anything more.




A Big Appetite



Oskar has to go to work in the morning so I set the alarm early enough for us to have sex before he leaves. The clock is right next to me so when it goes off, I stop it quickly and turn over to reach down and get at Oskar's lovely cock. It's already up and ready. That must be the norm, for guys to wake up erect because I've experienced it often before. I slide my hand up and down, feeling it, as I move around to get my naked body down where I can get my mouth to him. I kiss the head, lick it, then get my lips over it and start sucking and licking. Oskar finally wakes as I take most of him into my mouth. I can't imagine anything sexier than a delicious big cock first thing in the morning.

I finally get him to cum and swallow it all. He almost picks me up to move around and get his face to my pussy. He's so good at eating me. He knows what I like and it's obvious that he loves doing it. I'm fairly sure he'd just as soon have his tongue in me as his cock. Although, technically, his tongue isn't in me much, it's just up from my vagina, working my clit back and forth. It's his fingers in my vagina. He never stops when I orgasm but just keeps sucking and licking me to at least one more. Then his cock slides into me, filling me so nicely and he bangs into me hard and fast. I get another orgasm before he does.

We both need a shower. Washing each other's naked bodies gets us aroused until he lifts my leg and starts pushing back into me. I lift my other leg, hang onto him with my arms around his neck and my legs on his hips as he fucks me, standing up in the shower. There couldn't be a better way to prepare for the day.

He tells me how to get to the museum and we plan to meet there. After he leaves I lay around a little and then dress and go out. I have a map and walk around and find the American embassy. I also find the SAS office where I can buy a return ticket to California. I stop at an ATM and take out another 500 Euros. It's interesting that I put the money in a bank in Italy but can get at it just about anywhere in the world. I've only spent a few hundred up to now, Oskar pays for everything. From the size and look of his apartment I'm beginning to realize he earns good money or else has some money of his own. Up to now, he was just a very sexy back packer that I've been sleeping with. Here in Copenhagen, he's back to his real life and that's apparently much different. It's close to lunch time so I go to the museum and ask at the reception desk for Oskar. So far, everyone I've talked to in Denmark seems to automatically understand and speak English, so language has been no problem.

We go to a restaurant for lunch. I let him know that if we ate at his apartment, maybe we could eat each other, too, but we never get there. Back at the museum, he takes me on a tour and introduces me to several people. I'm sure I'll never remember their names. He also tells me that this weekend he'd like us to go out and meet a number of his friends. I let him know that I'm thinking of returning to California and he tries to talk me into staying a little longer.

When he comes home from the museum, I'm naked and ready for sex. Soon we're both naked and have a very good round of sex. As he's over me in the missionary position, pounding into me, he says, "I could do this for the rest of my life." I let him know that he can sure do it as often as he wants because I love it. We talk a while, work together getting dinner ready, still both naked. After, we fool around a while and eat each other and then fuck. He lasts forever. It's what I've liked about him from the beginning, lots of sex. He has the stamina to last and last. Although I actually like him any way. He was a great guide through Italy, very helpful, very kind and nice. We take a shower, getting ready for bed, which invigorates us enough for some more sex. The next morning is a repeat of the previous morning, wake up sex, a shower and more sex.

He's gone to work and I'm just siting there, naked, thinking about how good the sex is and starting to plan on getting back to California, and the door bell rings. Crap, who could it be? Do I let anyone in? I don't know anything much about Denmark and this apartment and what to do. I run into the bedroom and pull a light pair of shorts out of my Duffle bag and a t-shirt, pull them on and go to the door. I look through the little spy hole and see this woman standing there. Looks what I would think is middle age, maybe late forties, early fifties. Dressed nicely, as if she's off to business. Actually a nice looking lady. Crap, what is she? Is this her building and I'm not supposed to be here? What? So I open the door.

She says something to me in Danish. At least I guess it's Danish, I don't understand her at all. "I'm sorry," I say, "I only speak English. Can you speak English?"

"Yes, of course," she says, "I should have known better. I'm Oskar's mother."

What do I do? "Come in," I say to her, "Oskar is at work."

"I know," she says, "I just thought I should come and meet the girl he plans on marrying."

"Marrying?" I manage to squeak out. "I don't think so. I'm planning on returning to California in a few days."

"Oh? From what Oskar has said the last several weeks over the telephone, I thought you were getting married."

"Not me," is all I could think to say. "I've never even thought of marriage. I mean, he's never asked me."

"Well, what will you do when he does, because he plans to."

"My first thought is, I'll run. But as I think about it, I guess I would have to answer him, discuss it. Would he be expecting me to move here, where I know no one and don't even speak the language? Or, maybe, he would give up his job and move to America? Would he expect me to be with him only, for the rest of my life? And he would never have another woman but me until he dies? That's what I can think of right now but this is such a surprise that I'm not sure what might happen."

"I think I made a mistake in bringing this up," she says to me. "From the way Oskar talked, I thought you were both madly in love and ready to marry and I wanted to meet anyone who could make Oskar feel that way. It could take him forever to get around to introducing us."

"I think he's confusing sex with love. I'm not. I mean, the sex is terrific, I like being with him a lot. Love being with him. But it was always a temporary affair to me, it's never entered my mind that it would be anything more."

"So you've been with others?"

"Yes. I'm sure Oskar has, too. Not with huge numbers of others but we obviously weren't each other's firsts. He couldn't be that good the first time."

"Oskar isn't going to be pleased that I came by to see you. I hope I haven't messed things up for him. Because I think I like you. You're real, not like some of his friends. But as you probably know, Oskar is his own person, it might have taken him weeks to get around to introducing you to my husband and me. Well, I'll get out of here and quit interfering."

We both stand, she smiles at me and comes over and touches my waist and kisses my cheek and heads to the door. As she leaves, I realize that I probably like her, too. Her doing what she wants is exactly what Oskar would do, he probably inherited that from her. And then I sit down and start thinking about what she had said. Marriage. What do I think about getting married? It's a major commitment, the most important decision in my life. Do I want to be married and if so, do I want to be married to Oskar. I certainly could do worse. He's very sexy, satisfies me well sexually, has always been kind and nice to me. So far he's never barked at me or appeared to get angry. But why would he pick me? I'm sure it's all based on sex. We've certainly been very preoccupied with sex. If he's never had a full time girl before maybe that's what's hooking him. And I don't think sex alone is good enough. What would we be like twenty years from now, thirty or forty years.

I call him at the museum and ask him to come home for lunch, making sure he understand that I'll be part of his lunch. And, of course, he'll be part of mine. I'm naked when he gets home and fairly quickly get him naked in the bedroom. I get at his lovely big cock. I play with it, feel his balls, lick on it, slowly get part of it in my mouth and I lick and suck as I jerk him off with my fingers at the base. Every time I get at a nice cock I'm reminded of how much I love cocks, how much I want to be doing just what I'm doing. I know he's going to shoot off but I'd just as soon keep him going as long as possible so I can enjoy the whole experience. 

I think he feels the same way about me because once I swallow his cum, he's got his face between my legs and is slurping away, enjoying my tastes and feelings. He almost always gets me to more than one orgasm and does again before he slides up over me and pushes that lovely cock of his into me. He's sure in the mood because he's almost immediately just banging at me as hard as he can. I love it. It all feels perfect. After, I go to the bathroom and clean myself. I do that a lot and fortunately, Oskar has a bidet as part of his equipment.

A few minutes later we're laying on our sides facing each other. "Did it bother you that I asked you to come home at lunch time so we could have sex?" I ask him.

"Not much," he says, smiling, "I'm here aren't I?"

'I know that I probably like sex too much," I tell him. "But I honestly feel like I need it, like it's an addiction or something. Maybe I need it more than you do."

"I'm not sure," he says. "I sure love it and want it. I can't imagine never not wanting you."

"Well, your mother came by today. She says that you're planning on marrying me. I know I'm horny and I'm pretty sure that I'll be just as horny twenty years from now. If I ever married, it would have to be to someone that could give me all the sex I need. Because if he didn't, I'd have to get it any way. And there's no use getting married unless the plan is for the two involved to be monogamous. At least I think so."

"My mother was here?"

"Yeah, she seemed very nice. Wanted to meet the girl her son was going to marry. Which was a big surprise to me. I told her, I have no plans to get married. I'm going back to California in a few days."

"Fuck. Fuck. Why would she do this? I did tell her that I love you. Because I do. I would love to marry you. But I was fairly sure you weren't in love with me. Are you?"

"I don't know. I'm certainly in lust with you and I really like you. But marriage? Wow, that's not something I have thought about before. Can I actually live the rest of my life dealing with one cock, one lover. Can one person keep me satisfied? It's one reason I asked you to come home for lunch. If we did this regularly maybe that would be enough."

"Diane, until now we've been on vacation. It's been like a honeymoon. We could spend all our time together, have sex endlessly. But life isn't all a vacation. I don't know what you did before but you must have earned a living, worked at a job. Well, I have a job. It's a job I really like and I'm good at it. It's more than a job, it's a career. And as much as I love you and having sex with you, I'll have to have time to pursue my career, too. We can't have sex continuously, all day, like we have. We can still have a lot of sex. And twenty years from now I'll still want you and still have as much sex as possible with you. But we can sure continue this discussion this evening. Meanwhile,this is my lunch hour. I need to eat something."

With that he kisses me, fondles one breast while he sucks on the nipple of my other one, then switches and sucks the other. He moves on down, lifts my butt into the air to get his face to my pussy and starts almost eating me. It's as if he's munching on me with his lips. I've never had anyone seem to want to eat me so much before and it feels terrific. I'm cumming in no time. And cumming and cumming, he makes slurping noises as he keeps sucking on me until I'm almost screaming. He stops, lowers my butt and sits there grinning at me, his whole face wet and dripping with my cum. "I'll see you after work," he says. "Stay naked for me."

After he leaves, I get dressed and go to the American embassy. I want to find out if there is any legal or political problem of my marrying a Dane and I also want to find a good place to learn Danish. If I'm going to live here, I better learn the language. I find answers to both. First, there's no problem of our getting married. I'll have to show my passport and register with the local government that controls weddings but there's no bigger problem than my getting married in California. For the second, I get the name of a lady that teaches Danish. I didn't want to go to Berlitz or some school for some reason, I wanted a one on one. In fact, I call her and go there and get my first lesson. I was never a great student. In high school I was a lot more interested in satisfying my body than my mind but I was never a dolt, I did o.k. I figure I won't even tell Oskar but maybe in a week or two I can surprise him and actually say some things in Danish. As I learn, it's a slight offshoot of German (or vise-versa, who knows?). On my way back to Oskar's apartment I stop and buy some food I can prepare for dinner. I'm certainly no gourmet chef but I can cook most anything, I've been cooking or helping cook since I was a kid.

When Oskar comes home, I'm naked. In no time so is he and we're in the bedroom. I like to start by sucking his cock, playing with it, enjoying it. Mostly it's because I love it but also it's because then he'll eat me before we actually fuck and he'll last longer since he's already cum. He sure seems to love my body, he feels me and kisses me all over, sucking on my nipples, feeling my breasts, kissing up my legs, which I spread so he can get at me, and then eating me. It's almost like he does eat me, fingering me, licking me, sucking on my clit, almost biting it. He's really good at it. Lots of guys have eaten me. Most aren't that good, a few are, but Oskar obviously loves it and is the best ever. Of course, when they're actually licking you, even the worst ones seem pretty good at the moment. After I cum and cum, we fuck. Him on top at first, then switching to him behind me and then, after I cum again, he lays back and I'm atop him until he cums. This time, I cum even again before he does. It's a great pre-dinner workout.

We talk some while having sex, mostly saying how much we love it, but not a lot and nothing serious. So we still haven't talked about getting married. I tell him that I've started dinner and it will be ready in a half hour or so. I go to the kitchen and put things I'd already prepared in the oven to heat and I mix a salad. I stay naked and so does Oskar. We each have a glass of wine that he pours. I notice his cock is about half way up again and think about kneeling down and having it as an appetizer but before I can act on my thoughts, the timer goes off.

At the table, Oskar is very complimentary about my cooking, tells me he didn't know I could do it. So I let him know there's a lot about me he doesn't know. I add that there's a lot about him I don't know. After we eat, he helps clear the table. I rinse some things in the sink and then start loading his automatic dishwasher. I'm bent over and he comes up behind me and slides his hand through my thighs and runs his finger into my pussy. I respond by spreading my legs a little bit more and I can feel him moving into position behind me and then his cock is starting to push into me. I push back with my butt to push him in a little further, letting him know, I like it. Pretty soon he's grunting and I'm grunting as he bangs into me. My hands are on the edge of the counter, above the dishwasher, so I easily support myself and take his thrusts. I push back as much as I can. Once he finally cums, and it takes a while, he pulls out and I turn around and we hold one another and kiss. I need to use the bidet again. our stuff is running down my legs.

Once I'm clean and he's holding me and we kiss some more, I say, "You know, you've never actually asked me to marry you. Your mother said you wanted to and you said you loved me but never actually asked."

"O.k., well, Diane, will you marry me? I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're the sexiest girl in the world, you're beautiful with a perfect body, and I actually enjoy being with you even when we're not fucking."

"Well, I've thought a lot about this. To be honest, until the last couple days I haven't actually thought about getting married since I was maybe ten years old and wanted a knight in shining armor. It's scary because it's a real commitment. I mean, there's no use doing it ust so we can fuck because we can do that without getting married. What it is, to me and I hope to you, is a life time commitment. I'll be only with you and you'll be only with me. It likely will include having children and raising them together. It's a very big deal. I've wondered if I can do that. If all it meant was living with you and having sex with you, it'd be no problem. But making the commitment means I better be serious about you. I better love you enough to live through some problems that we're bound to have. I mean, sooner or later I'll screw up somehow and probably you will, too, and we'll have to work things out. Do I know you well enough and do you know me well enough? Truthfully we don't. But I'm willing to take the risk if you are. You're the best man I've ever known and the way I feel must be love, even if I don't know it. So, Oskar, I love you and yes, I'll marry you. But maybe we should wait a while just so we can both be sure."

His response is to kiss me and run his hands down my back and hold my butt against him as I can feel his cock growing, pressing against my stomach. Eventually he says, "I don't think we should wait too long. I don't want you to change your mind." He kisses me again. We head to the bedroom, his delicious cock sticking straight out, bouncing with each step. I smile and lick my lips in anticipation. I think I'm going to quench my big appetite.