0 comments/ 12868 views/ 1 favorites European Holiday By: DevlinGee Chapter One My name is Joe and I am 25 years old. I went on holiday recently, alone. I hadn't been out the country for what felt like years, so instead of waiting for my friends or family to get ready, I simply bought a train ticket to travel round Europe via train. It was the beginning of summer, so I decided to go in at the deep end and get a plane straight to Rome, stay there for a week or so, then continue to wherever I felt like going. I had been to Rome before with my family when I was younger. Now that I was older, I eagerly anticipated the freedom and choice I would enjoy, being completely by myself. With very little ceremony, I said my goodbyes to those people I knew back home and headed for Italy. I am an unpretentious sort of person, so my needs are easily catered for. I booked myself into a cheap but cheerful hostel near the centre of Rome. It was a no frills affair, providing only one bed in a shared room. But as I remembered it, Rome is beautiful whatever your status, so I was happy. I also had a better idea for spending my money. Pulling out a little guide book I treated myself to at the airport, I followed the instructions to a little scooter shop, near the Coliseum. My plan was to hire a motor-scooter for the duration of my stay in Rome, giving me complete freedom to go where I pleased. The place seemed friendly enough from the outside, and the clutter of tourists wearing helmets reassured me that this place was bona fide. Once the crowd dissipated, I poked my head around the door and called out, "Chao?" I said uncertainly, as I wasn't really sure when to use this word. "Uno minuto!" I heard a young female voice answer from the back. Guessing the meaning, I passed the time looking at the range of scooters that were lined up, filling the shop. I wonder which one would suit me best? "Chao," I heard a voice from behind me say. I turned to say hello. A girl, probably in her early twenties was standing there looking at me. She was wiping her oily hands on a rag and sweat glistened on her smooth olive skin. She had the classic Italian look. Petit, with long black hair and a straight fringe that framed her face. She wore a light coloured vest and a pair of men's overalls covered her legs – the arms had been tied around her waist. She was insanely fit – her braless breasts remained perfectly pert under her thin vest and as she breathed it raised it a little to reveal her bronzed, downy stomach. As I struggled to take all this in, she cocked her head to one side and looked at me inquisitively. "American?" "British," I replied, hoping that this meant she spoke English. "OK. You want bike?" She indicated to the range surrounding us. "Yes please," I replied, unable to think of anything else. After a second or so, she realised, to my relief, that she was going to have to take control of this situation if any sort of transaction was going to take place. She led me over to the counter at the back and pulled out some paperwork. It was written in English fortunately, so I tried to bury myself into filling the form out correctly, desperately trying to keep my eyes from wondering helplessly over her body. Finally, the torment was over and I handed the form back to her, my palms all sweaty as I stood with my back to the counter. "Thank you..." she glanced down the form "... Joe, from Britain." I chuckled nervously as her mouth gently spread into a smile of perfect white teeth. I could tell she sensed my discomfort at being unable to communicate properly with this goddess in front of me. She smiled again "OK" she said and leaned towards me. Just in time I realised she was not coming in for a kiss, but was reaching to grab a pair of keys that lay on the counter behind me. As her body brushed mine I caught a whiff of her feminine scent, mixed with the slight odour of her sweat from the days work. Glancing down, I managed captured a view of her cleavage that I immediately made a mental note to never forget. I felt my crotch stiffen. Facing me once more, she flicked her long hair over her shoulder then dangled the keys in front of my face. "Now, Joe. You will be good boy and have good holiday, yes?" She said with a hint of laughter, her husky Italian voice laced with suggestion. "Of course, of course," I said, in what I hoped was a confident voice and snatched the keys from her hand. "Good boy. The keys are for blue Honda at the end, outside. I see you here in one week. Maybe sooner, if I lucky". I stared her hard in the eyes. Jesus, I've only just got here and women are making a pass at me! What's so different here that's not back home? "Erm, OK... maybe you will," I said in an attempt at being sexy. She chuckled at my response, then turned to get back to work. I scuttled out of the shop, not really sure about what had happened and trying to disguise the hard on I had in my jeans. It was late afternoon when I left the scooter shop and I was feeling tired. The afternoon air had made everything seem sticky, and the rush hour traffic was beginning to clog Rome's narrow streets. I decided to drive away from the city, to see where the roads took me, to check out the countryside. It seemed odd that I chose to do this, as there is so much to see in the city of Rome, but part of the novelty of having the bike, meant that I had that choice. The breeze of the open road lifted my spirits and as I raced out of the city limits and felt happy and contented. The weather was still gorgeous and once I found myself in the countryside proper, I started looking for a place to stop and relax. I pulled over when I saw an open field nestled between a copse of trees and what looked like a vineyard (they are not so common in Britain). It looked like a nice place to stop and enjoy the moment alone. After setting down my bike and wondered into the middle of the field and lay down on my back, looking forward to the solitude and quiet. After five minutes I heard some distant voices coming from the vineyard. I strained my neck to look behind me and saw three white figures, laughing and running about. I turned to lie on my front to watch them. I realised after a few moments what they were up to. They were young, probably late teens, maybe my age and they were picking and eating the grapes off the vines. The sight of them doing this reminded me of my own hunger, so I jumped up, wanting to join in. My sudden movement towards the three figures caused two of them to panic ('scrumping' is clearly not legal in Italy either) and they ran off, leaving one behind. I began walking towards this last figure wanting to explain that I was not the farmer. As I got closer I could see that the figure was female who was wearing a white dress of thin, lightweight material that hugged her body in the summer breeze. She stood still, watching me as I approached. "I am not the farmer," I said breathlessly, waving my arms in an attempt to show I didn't care. "I know." She said carelessly before popping a grape into her mouth. She was about 5'8" with long dark brown hair. Her skin was dark and smooth, which contrasted heavily with her piecing green eyes. They were hypnotic, as she stared at me nonchalantly, appraising me up and down while bursting grapes between her teeth, then licking the juice from her plump lips. She was slim, the curves of her windswept dress showed this and was bare-foot. The slight breeze easily penetrated the thin material of her dress so her nipples were visible. "Oh." I mumbled, the wind taken from my sails. "You speak English?" I could barely contain my excitement at meeting what looked like a woman who seemed to be the sexiest actress in the world, but who was simply standing here talking to me in a field outside Rome. "Of course. I like to watch movies. I learn English." Sensing the tension, she broke into a smile and held out her palm. "You want a grape?" "Yes, thank you," I said, "How did you know I wasn't the farmer?" "I saw you arrive on bike. Oh," she looked down just as the breeze caught up, noticing her breasts reacting to the brief touch of cold "look my tits. They are all hard." My dick suddenly went heavy. My heart pounded against my rib cage. Was this happening? 'Fuck it,' I thought 'I've got to grab the nettle and take the plunge. I am on holiday after all and nobody is watching.' "I can warm them up for you if you like," I said, looking directly into her emerald eyes. "I'm sorry, I not understand you," she said apologetically. 'Fuck it,' I thought once again, 'let's do this.' "Ok, watch," I said and walked around behind her. She watched me move, while standing still herself until her head could not turn any more. I stood directly behind her, breathing down her neck. I whispered into her ear "Look at your tits," then slowly raised my arms to her breasts and gently placed both palms onto each of them. I could feel the stiff nipples on my hands, and I heard her take a short intake of breath. "That better?" I asked, and as a way of response she shifted her hand from her side to feel my cock through my jeans. I could feel she wasn't wearing a bra, so as I began to kiss her neck I started to pull her dress upwards until I could get my hands into through bottom, let them slide up the side of her body until the palms of my hands were massaging the tender flesh of her young, pert tits. Her body felt amazing, it was so warm and soft and her contours were perfect. I could smell her hair and skin and the crisp country air, the combination made me feel animal, lustful and confident. I let one of my hands slide slowly down from her breasts until it reached her plain white knickers. A groan from her signalled that it was alright to go on and I tentatively slipped my hand in under her panties, searching for her wet snatch and delicately trimmed fuzz of hair. As I touched her most private area, I felt her stomach twitch involuntarily in anticipation. I played with her turgid lips and coaxed the juices from her warm snatch. I smeared her clit with it, rubbing it gently in small circles. Her obvious excitement was really turning me on, and my erection was becoming huge, and uncomfortable in my trousers. She seemed to sense this and turned around, still very close to me. "Is there a problem mister?" she asked as she looked into my eyes then dropped to her knees in front of me. "Let's see what the problem is, shall we?" she said, maintaining eye contact except for the briefest of winks. In one smooth movement, she unbuckled my jeans and had them and my boxers around my knees in just a moment. My cock stood at attention in front of her like a flag pole, pulsing and waiting in the cool summer air. "Ooh, someone is very excited," she said as she licked her lips. "I thinking, how excited is he?" She then started to flick the end of my cock with her tongue and gently massaged my balls with her hands. She seemed to know what she was doing as she immediately noticed a drop of pre-cum appear at the end of my knob. "Ready?" she asked, and before I could answer, she grabbed the base of my cock, slowly parted her lips and without it touching the sides inserted it into her mouth until it was halfway. Suddenly her lips closed and she began to suck and slurp all over my dick, taking it in and out of her mouth, rubbing it on her lips and sticking it into the side of her cheek. It was so warm and wet – the tension that had been building in my cock and balls felt mild relief, as my penis penetrated all areas of her mouth. "Is that good?" she asked, but once again I was unable to reply as she then began to expertly whack off my cock, while looking up at me and smiling. I could barely contain myself. She held her mouth over the end of my dick as she appeared to try to pump her mouth full of my come. Then suddenly, she removed her hand and allowed her mouth to do all the work. The sight of my dick moving in and out of her mouth, her lush, full lips wrapped tightly around the veiny shaft accompanied by the sounds of slurping was beautiful. I closed my eyes and tried not to come. Suddenly she stopped. I looked down to see what the problem was. "This no good. Not enough. Here, take me hair, yes, with both hands. Now you in control." I could not believe this was happening to me. She once again slipped her mouth over my cock and then knelt there, waiting for me to begin thrusting. I needed very little encouragement. Wrapping her long hair around my hands, I started thrusting deep into her mouth. I could hear the sound of my cock squelching as it hit the back of her throat, and I could see her neck opening to take the invasion. She seemed to love it though. I looked down at her as my dick pumped in and out of her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin and water streaming from her eyes. I thrust into her mouth hard and held it there, testing her, seeing how good she was as her nose pressed against my pubes above my cock. After a few seconds I released her, pulling back and allowing her to catch her breath. She gasped for air as saliva and pre-cum stretched in strings dangled in the summer air. She wiped the mess from around her mouth. I thought she might've wanted a break from the onslaught, but she continued to kneel in front of me, her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out waiting to get face fucked again. Her eyes stared straight into mine and screamed "I need this. Do it to me." I rested the pulsing end of my penis on her lips, letting her kiss it. She opened her mouth, trying to swallow it whole, but I pulled back, making her crawl towards it. She reminded me of a kitten playing with a dangling string the way she eagerly chased my dick. Finally I gave in to her and poked my tool back into her throat. She clutched onto my buttocks to steady herself as I thrusted in and out, her lips leaving streaks of saliva on my shaft before spiralling to the ground. Then she pulled back her head, leaving my cock quivering in front of her face. She wiped the mess from around her lips and licked the saliva from her hands. Smiling she looked up to my face while she caressed by balls and stroked my thigh. "Ooh, you are good, aren't you? Let's see what you can do with my pussy." She stood up and pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, so it fell loosely to the ground. Her dark nipples and shiny breasts hung beautifully as she bend down to pull her panties down her long olive skinned legs then finally stepped out of them. "Quick, take off your clothes," she said in her sexy Italian accent before skipping into the long grass of the field. By the time I got all my gear off, I found her lying, waiting for me in the long grass only a few yards away. She had her legs spread wide open and was playing with her pussy. The juices and her sweat glistened in the summer sun. I knelt down between her legs. "Enter me, quickly," she gasped, her body writhing in the grass. I could see her loins were aching to be entered by me, her eyes were closed in patient expectation and she muttered through her swollen lips for me to impale her. Although I would have wanted nothing more than to bury my cock into her tight pussy then and there, if there is one thing that turns me on more than anything, it is the hunger that a woman gets when she knows she's going to get fucked. Instead, I started toying with the entrance to her snatch, pulling at the labia and brushing her clit. She groaned with pleasure and began to buck like a see-saw. Tentatively I entered her with two fingers, making circling motions and curling my fingers up, seeking out her g-spot. She let out a grunt when I found it and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. She wanted me to fuck her so much, I felt as if I had cast a magic spell – she no longer had control over her body, all she needed was my dick inside of her, to fill her up, to take her over. I pushed my dick onto her pussy lips, letting it enter her only a tiny bit. It opened her up enough to know that my cock was about to dock. I moved it up and down, running the length of her labia with my rock hard head and I asked her "Do you want it now?" "Si, si senor!" she breathed, unable to translate her thoughts into English. I obliged her and pressed my dick harder against her pussy lips until they gave way and allowed my manhood to enter. I only gave her about three inches of my cock before I started to withdraw. My quick withdrawal made her lose her breath, so I did it again, entering her cunt only by a few inches before withdrawing again in an abrupt action. In and out I gave her my dick, but tentatively only giving her a small portion. Not that she seemed to tell. For her, I was fucking her, she could feel my cock pass in and out of her pussy lips, stimulate her clit and rub just slightly against her g-spot. I upped the pace of my thrusting, but never giving her more that three inches. She started to breath heavily in time with my motions and let out little grunts and high pitched moans. Suddenly, I grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs apart into a wide V shape and paused. Then, before she could catch her breath I plunged the full length of my manhood hard, deep into her pussy and held it there. She gasped with surprise and seemed to say some blasphemy in Italian. She placed one of her hands on my stomach, as if to push me back, as if she wasn't ready to be filled that much. But I knew what I was doing. I pulled out then plunged straight back in again, hard, fast and with deliberation again and again, so that with every thrust she felt she was being filled more and more. She couldn't last much longer against this feeling and, bucking, writhing and screaming she climaxed, wrapping her legs around me and pulling me closer, trying to kiss me to fully embrace the waves of pleasure and emotion that were assaulting her. I pulled my dick out and watched her twitch and shift in the tall grass in the throes of orgasm. After a few moments, her eyes opened and she looked at me. "Mamma mia..." she breathed, "You not finished?" I winked at her, "Not yet baby, not yet." She made a mock sigh, as if she couldn't take any more, "I am finished, you can do what you want with me now." I grabbed her by the hips and turned her over. She felt limp and pliable in my grasp, enjoying the feeling of being dominated. She obediently positioned herself onto her hands and knees and wiggled her arse at me. And what an arse. I hadn't had a proper look at it so far, but it was beautiful, like two bronzed ostrich eggs side by side. It was small but each cheek was perfectly round, and between them poked the little mound of her snatch, now shiny and wet from her orgasm. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, letting the summer air wash over her parts. Then finally I pushed my cock between them, into her tight wet snatch all the way to the hilt. From this position I could penetrate more deeply and it was clear she was feeling it too. She let out a moan and hung her head down, waiting for the pounding to come. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me and fucked her hard and deep. Her pert bottom rippled as it struck my groin again and again and I could feel my balls swing up and tap her clit with every thrust. Her pussy seemed to hug tightly around my dick, lubricating it and clinging to it like a perfectly engineered machine sliding in and out. Love juice smeared itself all over my pubes and her ass and rolled languidly down the inside of her legs. The whole situation was finally getting to me and I felt my balls twitch. "Come inside me," she mumbled, her voice muffled by the grass. I upped the pace of my fucking and the girl started to scream again as I felt the sensation of my cum leave my balls, travel up the shaft of my penis and explode inside her hot wet snatch. I shuddered as I came and let out a groan while the girl had another orgasm, the warm jets of spunk giving her pussy the relief it needed. I pulled my dick out and let the mixture of pussy juice and spunk drip from her swollen pussy. The girl, bent over in front of me, collapsed to one side with exhaustion. On my knees I made my way over to her head, so that she could suck the last drips of my cum from the end of my dick and so that, as my erection gradually faded, it was comforted by the warm tenderness of her tongue. Without opening her eyes, she licked and sucked contentedly at my penis until satisfied that I was all done. By the time I stood up to find my trousers, she was already asleep – passed out from exhaustion in the long grass under the blue summer sky. European Holiday Ch. 02 I arrived back at my hostel in Rome around 6:30pm. It was still light outside, but the air had cooled and the sun had dipped slightly. I needed a shower after my little countryside 'excursion', so I parked up my scooter and headed to my room in the hostel. I entered the dormitory to the sound of laughter. At the far end, taking up two bunks were a group of four girls, probably student travellers. They weren't speaking English, so I couldn't talk to them, but they sounded German. They stopped talking so loudly and the voices descended into whispers as I entered. I didn't look at them too hard at this point, but they seemed pretty trim. It was a pretty cheap place, so all I had as a cupboard was a plastic box under my bed with a padlock on it. I opened it up and grabbed my towel before heading to the showers, just along the corridor. As I passed through the door on the way out, the girls behind me suddenly burst into laughter again. Of course, I couldn't tell whether they were laughing at me or were simply having a private joke, but I made a mental note to give them a funny look next time I saw them. The showers were semi-communal. There wasn't much privacy if you wanted it, and the shower spaces were arranged in blocks of four. Luckily the place was empty so I could wash my body in peace. After that I went down to the little shop at the entrance of the hostel to get some cheap food. I figured I'd eat something before having a quick nap. After that, the Roman night was mine to enjoy. Down in the shop, that same gaggle of German students were huddled around one of the tables. When I entered they went through the routine of going suddenly quiet before erupting into laughter. If it wasn't for my incredible encounter I had had earlier that day, this kind of behaviour would have had me squeaming with embarrassment. As it was, I simply looked over to them as they leant over the table and made obvious expressions that I was looking them up and down, checking them out, undressing them with my eyes. It worked. The girls were young to have been unnerved by such noticeable mental undressing and although they tried to disguise it, I could see they weren't going to fuck with me any more. With that, I bought my food and ate it back in the dorm before catching an hour or so worth of sleep. I awoke around 8 and went straight out. I wanted to hit a few bars, meet some people and enjoy the Roman nightlife. It was warm but crisp outside and the city was buzzing with activity. It felt good. As I wondered the small streets and piazzas, I cast my mind back to the beautiful Italian girl I had encountered in the countryside earlier on. Images of her luscious lips wrapped around my cock, her breasts shaking as I thrust into her and her petit gasps of air as she orgasmed on me was making me feel horny again. I started to hope that I would bump into a group of drunk tourists as I wondered around the streets, but I knew that was ridiculous. That chance meeting was a once in a life time thing... it must be. As my mind explored its thoughts and my eyes gazed at the beautiful architecture of the ancient city, I only just managed to hear a voice, calling. Eventually I realised it was my name that was being spoken, "Joe. Joe!" I turned to look where it was coming from. It was female and sounded familiar. After scouring the scattered chairs and tables that littered the Roman piazzas my eyes fell on the face that was looking at me and saying my name. I know that face. "Hello Joe, from Britain," the girl from the scooter shop smiled. "Er, good evening," I replied. I looked around her table to see who she was with, but the other chairs seemed empty. She was holding onto a bottle of Italian beer and in the other hand was a smoking cigarette. "Come. Sit with me," she motioned with her cigarette the chair nearest to her. "You alone?" "Si. I like to sit and watch. Lucky me, seeing you," she said playfully. She lifted the bottle to her lips and smiled at me while she flicked the end with her tongue. Once again, she was dressed simply. A simple white t-shirt and leggings. On her feet she wore sandals, and her dark shiny hair was pulled back into a pony tail. She had the kind of body that could get away with such simplicity. "So, Joe... what does a man like you do on holiday?" She took a drag of the cigarette and blew it into the air, exposing her smooth slender neck. "Well... I look for experiences... sample the delights..." "And have you seen anything you want to... experience?" Glancing down, I saw her foot lift gently out of her sandal and she rubbed gently against my leg. When I looked up, she was staring straight into my eyes. The way she was looking at me, brushing her foot up and down my leg and tantalizing the bottle with her tongue was getting to me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my crotch began to swell. This did not go unnoticed and she raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "You... you seem like a nice girl..." I offered pathetically. She stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word. I could see her mind was ticking over. Suddenly she threw back the bottle and downed the beer. Slamming it back onto the table she stood up and offered her hand. "Come. I show you Rome -- give you an... experience, yes?" "Er, OK, sounds good," I said eagerly and stood up. Automatically she linked her arm into mine and led me down one of the streets. "I take you to a good ruin. People not know this one." I nodded my head and allowed myself to be dictated to. I had no idea what she thought I wanted, but her attitude was irresistible. As we walked in silence through the streets of Rome, my semi-erect cock rubbed against my trousers, the tantalizing softness of her skin on my arms and the smell of her hair sending primeval signals through my body. Eventually we came to a halt. "Look. We here," she gesticulated with her hand to a large area in front of us. It was surrounded by a low wall. It was dark and quiet, but as I stared into the gloom, looming columns and arches emerged from the darkness. I turned to her. "This is the ruin?" "Si. It nice and quiet in there." "That's because it's closed. We can't go in there," I went over to the wall and made signals to her that it was not possible for us to get in. "It's too late." "I thought you said you want experience," she chuckled. Before I could answer, she leapt onto the surrounding wall and down into the ruin below. "Come!" she whispered back up to me. In a panic, I threw myself over the wall and landed on my feet next to her. We were about 10 feet below street level. "You OK?" she asked. "Yeah, yeah, I'm cool. I just feel a bit..." "Uncomfortable?" she interrupted. "A bit, yeah." "Is that because of the wall, or is it this," she stepped forward and rested the palm of her hand against my crotch. Her hands closed gently around the shape of my engorged member. I laughed out of shock. "Yeah, maybe it is that." "Follow me. I can help with that," releasing her grip, she turned and walked further into the ruin. I shook my head and laughed to myself before following. What was going on? Could this really be happening? She had disappeared among the Roman columns that were standing upright in the darkness. A solitary flood light lit one side of them, casting on side into deep shadow while the other was bathed in a dim yellow glow. "Joe." I heard her whisper as I tiptoed into the stone forest. I turned to see her leaning against one of the columns, hidden in the shadow. I walked over to her. "Joe. What is my name?" "I -- I don't know... sorry." "My name is Maria. Now that you know my name, we can begin." She grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front of her leggings. My fingers pressed up against the soft mound of fur and felt the gentle warmth emanating from her slit. 'Fuck me,' I thought. This is going to happen. This nubile young thing wanted me, and wanted me bad. "Do you know what to do, Joe?" she asked leaning forward and placing her lips on mine. I mumbled a response in the affirmative. I was suddenly fixated with the idea that I was going to make this girl come, and come hard. "Sure I do," I said. Keeping my right hand firmly shoved into her leggings, I stood behind her. One hand was resting on her throbbing snatch, the other lying on her stomach, feeling the perfect contours and soft downy hair that glimmered in the semi-darkness. I started my simply massaging her mound, moving all four fingers in a circular motion, taking in the softness of the skin between her legs. My other hand shifted up her torso and tentatively brushed her pert breast. The cool night air swept under her t-shirt and sprang her nipples to life. My fingers exploring her crotch started to make more deliberate circles as they looked for her entrance, separating her sweet pussy lips and exposing her clit. Rubbing the entrance of her slit, I coaxed some of her juices out and spread it over her lips and clitoris. Meanwhile my other hand was gently squeezing her breast. I moved it over her nipple so that my palm just skimmed the tip. I gave her goose pimples in anticipation. She breathed in sharply and leant her head over. I covered her neck in kisses, tasting her sweet skin, allowing her perfume to enter my nose. Her pussy was now wet and my fingers slide along her turgid lips with ease. I played delicately with the opening, dipping one finger in and out, increasing Maria's burning need to be filled. The delicateness that I displayed made her stomach seem strangely hollow, wanting the void to be filled, the blood in her veins waiting anxiously for the command to come rushing forth, filling her vessels and wrapping itself around the large invading cock. Her whole body rippled with pleasure as finally, I snuck my middle finger into her wet snatch. My other hand quickly tweaked her nipple and she shifted her balance -- the tingling pleasure she was experiencing was making it difficult for her to stand. My finger slipped in and out smoothly so I decided to press in another. She was warm and wet and I could feel her thighs trying to clamp down on my wrist as my middle and ring fingers probed her cunt, curling upwards to brush the small rough patch that was her g-spot. She began to gasp once I began to curl and twist my fingers inside her, fucking her pussy with my hand. She reached around to grasp my head and neck to stop her from falling down as my palm began to slap against her soaking mound, driving her upwards, almost lifting her. She went on her tiptoes from the force of my strokes. My palm rubbed her clit while my exploring fingers stimulated her g-spot. My other hand was now rubbing her tits, pinching the nipples and making her feel as if my large hands were all over her, violating her, kneading her like putty while pleasure and excitement bubbled up from within her body, soaking her skin like a wet sponge until she felt utterly helpless in my hands, weakened at the knees and gasping for breath. My fingering action was now becoming violent, but I could tell she loved it, with every stroke I could feel her orgasm rising. She suddenly took a sharp intake of breath and went silent for a few seconds, high on her tip toes and her nails dug into my neck... then, a rush of pleasure washed over her, starting from somewhere in her abdomen, charging down into her pussy sending quivers of pleasure into the tip of her clit, up and down her wet slit and eventually making her skin hum... she gasped, half growled as the orgasm shuddered her body, twitched her muscles, wiped her brain of all thought then finally collapsed. Her hot juices coated my hand as I rubbed her pussy in large gentle circles, extracting the last vestiges of her orgasm, making her jolt and tremble. She breathed "Stop..." and when I pulled my hand out from her leggings, her hands dropped to her side and she fell to the floor. She lay there for a few seconds, feeling herself, regaining control of her breath, rubbing the inside of her thighs with her hands. Then, as if gripped with a sudden claustrophobia, she started to wriggle out of her clothes, desperate to take them off, to release her skin, to embrace the moment. Her body was divine. She was slim, probably about a size 10 with smooth, toned skin. She had an exotic olive shade to her skin, combined with her deep dark hair, she looked like a goddess lying on the ground. The insides of her legs were glistening with her pussy juices and her small dark nipples were neatly erect in the night air. I enjoyed watching her lie in front of me, exhausted, as her chest rose and fell from her breathing, taking in every inch of her. My cock was rock hard and it wanted to fuck her so badly, like an irresistible itch, my cock needed the full treatment. I unzipped my trousers and pulled down my boxers, allowing my member to stand to full attention, ready and waiting to do its duty. "Hey, Maria..." I whispered. She opened her eyes and smiled softly when she saw my boner. "You want to collect your prize, yes?" Maria said seductively. She rose to her knees and shuffled up to me. My cock was only inches from her face, and it was all I could do to stop myself grabbing her head and shoving my cock into her mouth. My rigid probe jumped a little in anticipation. Maria's small, delicate hand rose up and her fingers gently wrapped themselves around my cock. She whistled softly on the end of it and the cool breath tickled my cock-end and balls. Slowly she lifted my cock up and lowered her head. Sucking, she trapped one of my testicles in her mouth, letting it roll around inside, feeling the warmth. She looked up at me, the whites of her eyes glazed and the pupils holding a dark secret. She started to hum, sending tiny tingling messages through the sensitive nerve endings clustered in my balls. She went to the next one, doing the same thing, then started to gently stroke my cock, slow at first just letting my foreskin pop over my rim, then pulling it back again. It felt amazing. After pleasuring my balls in this way, she lifted her head back up again and started to play more vigorously with my dick. She gave an expert hand-job. She gripped my dick in just the right position so it neither pulled my skin back too far nor failed to stimulate the head. To aid her action, she spat on the end of my dick and smudged it all over, spreading it using her palm so that at one point, my whole bell-end was covered by her warm wet hand. She started to pump a bit harder now, gripping a bit tighter, making the veins on my member bulge. Then once again, her head dipped and she continued sucking on my balls, flicking them with her tongue while her small fist pumped and jerked at my cock. The sound of her fist thumping against my stomach, and the faint popping sound as she released my balls from her mouth echoed around the Roman columns in the darkness. And then she stopped abruptly. "Let's see how quickly I can make you come, yes?" I looked down at her, her beautiful face with my quivering cock just inches away from her lips, her naked body, sublime, near perfect... her smile and innocent yet dirty looking eyes. I was close to coming already! She moved her hands around to grip my buttocks, leaving her no defence from the weapon that stood before her. She kissed the end, a big sloppy kiss which didn't stop. The kiss continued until she had taken most of my head into her mouth, her tongue rolling over and over it, tasting the drips of pre-cum my balls had surrendered. Gradually her lips slid further and further down my shaft, gobbling it up like a snake eating its prey. Eventually she had over half my dick in her mouth and I could see her concave cheeks we sucking gently, drawing the blood to the surface, her lips keeping a tight seal. It was a gorgeous feeling, the warmth of her mouth over my dick, her tongue with barely enough room to move lolling softly over my crown and her warm breath from her nose caressing my balls. She looked up at me. My God, this girl knew what she was up to. To think, everyone goes on about deep-throat, whereas that doesn't have to matter when a girl like Maria knows exactly what the fuck she is doing. The thought of it made my dick lurch again inside her mouth. She seemed to take this as a cue because suddenly, without warning she started working my dick in and out of her mouth, rolling her head around, getting it at different angles, poking it into her cheeks and really going for it. One of her hands moved from off my buttocks and regained a firm grip on the base of my penis, both to pump the shaft and to help her keep it firmly directed towards her. It was a bit of a racket to be honest, the sounds of her snorting and sucking all over my dick bounced off the ruins, increasing the volume, making the situation all the more horny. I really couldn't take any more. She seemed so eager for my spunk, so loving of my dick, how could I refuse her anymore? Besides, she was dragging my orgasm out of me with every snog of my cock, jerk of her hand on my shaft, roll of her tongue, every time she looked up at me, her wide eyes glistening as my dick moved in and out of her head, pumping into her, violating her mouth. My balls twitched, sending the first little burst of semen into my cock, along the shaft and onto Maria's tongue. She must have tasted it as she immediately looked up at me and started to pump the more furiously on my dick, and her head began to move frantically back and forth like a woodpecker. My dick swelled as it sucked up the spunk from my balls then began to pump it directly into Maria's mouth. It felt like more than I had ever shot before. Her hand pumped and pumped on my dick, forcing every last drop to spray into her awaiting mouth. As she sucked, I saw her taking gulps as each fresh batch of my sperm fired itself into her mouth. My body jolted as she extracted the last of my semen. She pulled her head off my dick and opened her mouth, showing me it was completely empty. As my erection gradually subsided, she pushed the last of my semen out, letting it drip into her mouth before swallowing once again. "Oh, Joe. You taste good." I didn't say anything, but let out a huge gasp of air. She stroked and petted my body as I recovered from my orgasm, all the while looking up at me lovingly. I slid down the column I was leaning on and squatted on the floor. "That... that was fucking incredible!" I said. "I know," she said nonchalantly. "I could tell you liked it. Cigarette?" She rummaged in her purse and pulled out a packet, put two in her mouth and lit them together with her lighter before passing one to me. We sat there in silence for a minute or two while we both recovered, blowing smoke into the still, luke-warm air around us. After a few minutes, Maria, lying on the ground, turned on to her stomach and looked at me. I was beginning to recognise this characteristic she had, it meant she was thinking about doing something. "Hey, Joe. You still have clothes on. Come," and without asking permission, began pulling my trousers off my legs, taking my trainers off with them. She threw them to one side. "Now your top," she crawled over to me and straddled my stomach, then reaching down began to tug on my t shirt. "OK, ok," I laughed and took off my t-shirt, so the two of us were completely naked, her body sitting on top of mine. From this position she looked awesome. Her pussy was a neat little furry patch that curved upwards into a smooth rounded stomach. She had a deep tummy button surrounded by the lightest of downy hair which spread up to her rib-cage. Here hung her two beautiful breasts. The crease on the underside gave them a beautiful shape and the contours never strayed far off perfect, making them pert, nubile handfuls. Her nipples were slightly dark and smooth. Until they were stimulated they rested beneath the surface of her skin. Maria pulled at her pig-tail and let her hair cascade onto her shoulders. European Holiday Ch. 02 "So, Joe. Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked innocently. "I'm not sure. Do you think you could check?" "OK then Joe," she smiled "but then you have to fuck me. Ok?" "Sure, whatever you say," I replied in mock indifference. "Oh Joe, don't be cruel," she laughed as she shuffled her way down from my stomach, positioning her head over my crotch. I felt my vessels once again begin to redirect my blood to my crotch. My dick was hanging down around my balls. Maria scooped it up into her mouth so it rested, still limp on her tongue. She started to roll it around her mouth, wrapping it around her tongue, playing with the foreskin. I could feel it becoming engorged in her mouth. It began to fill out and expand into her. Once it had some rigidity to it she began to move her mouth up and down it until it was ready for action. She carried on sucking and pumping on it however until I could feel the skin was tight and my veins were throbbing. "Oh, sorry Joe," she paused "I forgot I was only checking." She smiled up at me as she positioned herself over my dick. She put her feet flat on the floor on either side and squatted so that her pussy hovered over my dick. She spat on her fingers and reached down to part her pussy lips and wipe them with her saliva. From my lying position I had an excellent view of her wet pussy getting ready to be shafted. Maria placed her hands on my chest and began to lower her snatch onto my pole. My cock was just probing her entrance when she pulled back before dropping down again. Fuck me she was a tease -- she was testing my endurance. Every time she allowed my head to pop into her tight snatch, she lifted herself up again accompanied by a sexy giggle. "Ready, Joe? Are you ready to fuck me?" "Yes please..." "As you want, Joe," she lowered herself onto me again. My cock pushed at her pussy lips, then slipped in. Lower and lower she went, her wet cunt eating up my dick, sucking it into her dark wet hole. Finally she had her full weight on me. She gasped when she suddenly reached the bottom of my dick. I could feel I had filled her up. "Oh, Joe," she panted "that is better than I imagined..." Adjusting her position slightly, she got herself stable. Then came the fucking. Now that she had the measure of my dick she began to bounce up and down, my cock moving in and out of her easily, her pussy juices lubricating my shaft perfectly. The view I had was awesome, her neatly trimmed mound allowed me to see her pink labia wrapping themselves around the veiny pole of my cock as I went in and out, in and out filling her up -- I imagined my dick was reaching all the way up her torso, keeping her upright like a spine, shafting her again and again. "Oh, fuck... Joe!" she panted with every stroke. She was loving it. Suddenly deciding on a new position, she took her hand off my chest and leant back, placing her hands behind her arching her back. Then she started pumping and grinding again, this time her crotch pushed forward, towards me, wantonly putting it on display so that I could see all the most intimate details of her sex, the juices being squeezed from her pussy, her clit like a button, tingling with sensation. This was fucking amazing. I grabbed her buttocks with a sudden desire to take control. Holding them steady I started to thrust up from below, pounding her pussy. I slapped repeatedly into her, shaking her beautiful tits, rubbing the head of my penis up and down her g-spot behind her tummy button. I thrust harder and harder, my dick seemingly becoming detached from my body, such was the intensity of the sensations running through it, transferring pleasure to and from each other. Maria was making short, high pitched cries with every shove of my dick, plummeting my cock further and further into her. "Turn around..." I panted to her "turn around." She obediently stopped her thrusting and waited for instructions. "Quick, Joe, tell me what you want." "Turn around, so I can see you butt." "Yeah, OK," she gasped frantically. She repositioned herself so her head was over my feet, she was kneeling either side of me. Her butt was a sight to behold. Shiny and round, light brown and firm. I pulled her butt cheeks apart as she held my dick and placed it into position so I could see everything. She moaned once again as she lowered herself onto my cock and immediately returned to the pace we had set before. She wanted my dick to make her orgasm more than anything else in the world right now. No more teasing, no more games, Maria was in a frenzy and she was going to milk me dry. The slapping sound and her breathless gasps and shrieks echoed around the ruin. I was slightly concerned we might provoke unwanted attention, but at the same time, I was having the life fucked out of me. I clutched Maria's butt cheeks as she continued to bounce off my dick, her buttocks high in the air, rising and falling like the new years ball at Times Square. I noticed her lift one of her hands up and started playing with her pussy, flicking her clit, desperately trying to extract her orgasm. With a shudder of her body her orgasm began. Her thrusting went out of time and it began to take over every muscle in her body. I took over the pounding from her, holding her legs up and drilling in from below. This sudden change of pace at the beginning of her orgasm sent her over the edge. She screamed and shook, I felt her pussy clench around my cock, squeezing more of her pussy juice out, until she eventually fell forward, writhing and moaning. "Oh Joe, that was the best ever..." she moaned softly. I still wasn't done. I didn't slow down, I could feel a massive orgasm welling up in my balls and stomach, I felt like I had a loaded cannon between my legs whose fuse was burning lower and lower. "Tell me when you come, Joe... I want to know," Maria cried. I held back and back, knowing that it would be more explosive if I did that, pounding harder and harder into her sweet pussy. "I... I'm coming..." I strained. Maria immediately jumped off me and turned around, positioning her head over my dick again. "In my mouth, please..." she said and grabbing my dick, placed the head of it in her mouth while one of her hands pumped expertly at the shaft. "Fuck!" I cried as the bullets of sperm fired into her waiting mouth. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed down -- I couldn't help it! I could hear her swallow my come and hold back on her gag reflex, I felt a bit bad cos I wasn't sure she even did deep throat, but, well she asked for it! I was having one of the intense orgasms of my life. I shuddered and my hands relaxed. Maria pulled back her head and gasped for breath. "Fuck!" she gasped, strings of cum, pussy juice and saliva running from her mouth. But she had forgiven me -- she lowered her head and again and sucked the rest of my cum from my dick, slurping it up and letting it trickle down her throat. "Joe, were you trying to hurt me, naughty boy?" she looked up and winked at me. "Uh..." was all I could manage as she milked the throes of my orgasm out of my dick. "What an experience," Maria laughed and lay down next to me. "Thank you for satisfying me, Joe." "No problemo," I mumbled. We lay there together for some time, before I felt myself drift off to sleep. When I awoke, I was lying alone among the ruins. I was naked, except Maria had covered me with my jeans and t-shirt. Seeing it was getting light, I scrambled to my feet and quickly got changed. I couldn't believe she had gone and left me! Still, that seemed to be Maria all over -- this would be her idea of a joke. I'd question her about it later -- I know where she works after all. Once I'd got dressed, I found my way out of the Roman ruins and wondered in a daze through the quiet morning streets back to my hostel. I couldn't help but smile to myself all the way there. European Holiday I went to find my clothes and put my gear back on. I picked up her white dress and panties and before leaving I found her again in the long grass; she looked like a sleeping angel lying there, her beautiful chest heaving gently, the goose pimples on her arms and legs made her look fragile and delicate. I covered her with the dress, making a blanket for her while she slept. I kept the knickers for my self and walked back through the field to the place I had left my scooter. I could not believe what had just happened to me and by the time I was driving back to Rome a few minutes later, I was laughing to myself and smiling. If this is what my holiday is like on the first day, I can't wait for the rest of it.