4 comments/ 24799 views/ 3 favorites Love, Italian Style Ch. 01 By: TheHof Mark wasn't used to being a stranger in a foreign land. He felt blessed at his good fortune to be selected for a year-long student exchange program in Italy, but he was not quite yet fully accustomed to his new surroundings. His college Italian had certainly helped thus far. He had studied French in high school, but felt a yearning to branch out in a new linguistic direction once he had the freedom to choose his path. Mark had become quickly aware, however, that, when learning a foreign language, there was a vast difference between the laboratory conditions of a university classroom and the "real world." As part of his program agreement, Mark had to live with an Italian family and not in student housing. Maria, the mother, was a widow with a single child, a daughter, Daniella, like Mark about 21. In all but the most formal situations, Maria called her "Dani," which Daniella also preferred. Maria's living came, in part, from what her husband had left her, but also from running an artist supply company. Given Italy's long association with art, business was always brisk, even during hard times. Mark had taken a liking to Dani from the moment he set eyes on her. She spoke excellent English, and was very patient in coaching him in his Italian. Mark buzzed inside almost every time he talked with her, and her beauty commanded his attention even when they weren't talking. He wondered if she occasionally caught him stealing a furtive glance her way. Mark tempered his infatuation, though, with the certainty that she must have a boyfriend that he simply hadn't met yet. Maria's business came in many ways: walk-ins, of course, e-mail, fax, even by phone, which tended to be the most time-consuming. During Mark's third week in Italy, one phone call particularly animated Maria. Her best and most well-known customer needed supplies immediately. Mark couldn't quite understand the whole conversation, real Italians speaking their language far faster than what Mark did in class, but he was sure he heard "Dani," "Marco" and "Sardegna." Mark thought "Marco" must be Dani's boyfriend. After all, he reasoned, if Maria was speaking about him, wouldn't she have just said "Mark?" A fax arrived shortly afterwards, and Maria's meager staff sprang into action, assembling the special order. Maria spoke quickly with Dani, prompting her to speak with Mark immediately afterwards. "We must pack a bag for a trip. We'll be back in a few days, but we must get to the airport soon," Dani told Mark. "Where are we going?" he asked. "Sardegna," she replied, "but in English you say 'Sardinia.' Mama must get some artist supplies to Gia today. You know this Gia, si?" "Um," he stammered, unable to remember the Italian word for "unfortunately." "No," he blurted. Dani was very reassuring. "That's OK," she said. "She's very popular for her portraits, landscapes and seascapes. People like her because there is no confusion when you see her work. Go get your bag." "Can't she just buy supplies there?" "Gia is a customer of Mama's since I was a little girl. She used to live here. It's actually cheaper for her because things are so expensive in Sardegna, even with shipping. Mama's clients are impressed that Gia orders from her, so she gives Gia a discount, too." As Mark left to pack a carry-on, he wondered how he would pay for this, being on a budget as most exchange students were. Dani stopped him. "Mark, I almost forgot to tell you. Gia wants to host you for a few days because of what Mama told her. That is why we are not coming back right away. Gia's paying for everything." "So, Marco isn't your boyfriend?" he asked. "Your Italian is getting better. Molto bene," said Dani. "You are the Marco you heard Mama talk about. I don't have a boyfriend." Mark thought young Italian men must either be blind or stupid, maybe both. Either way, he felt some sense of relief that there wasn't someone out there who would always keep Dani out of reach. To him, she became instantly more approachable. During the drive to the airport and the flight, Dani and Mark talked, some in English, some in Italian, but the subject always came back to Gia. Mark was getting the idea that he was somehow being prepared for a venture into the unknown. "Gia is what you may call a 'free wind,'" Dani noted. "You mean 'free spirit?'" "Si," she laughed. "'Free spirit.' She lives alone in a villa overlooking the ocean. Gia likes to go to the sea at sunrise or sunset and paint her inspiration. Visitors to hotels also commission work from her, so she must be very good and do her work quickly." There was no mistaking Gia at the airport. Dani, of course, knew her, but even Mark could have picked her out based only on what he had heard from his conversations with Dani. Looking no more than 30 with shoulder-length black hair, a curvaceous body, and form fitting t-shirt and jeans, Gia's outgoing personality dominated the arrival hall. "Benvenutti!" she called, hugging and kissing the cheeks of Dani, then Mark. "How you are liking Italia, Marco? Maria says very nice things about you. So, you here to be Italian, vero?" "Si, grazie!" "Ok, we get my order and go to my home. Let us go!" Mark had never seen someone quite so in love with life as Gia. Although he and Dani were about the same height, Gia was three inches taller, about six feet. During the ride to her villa, everything about her screamed a zest for living that Mark was almost certain didn't exist in the United States. By the time they arrived, the sun was already dipping below the horizon, marking the end of a beautiful Sardinian day. They unloaded the car, with Mark being shown the way to the studio to drop off the boxes. He retrieved his carry-on and was shown the way to his room, quite impressed with Gia's home - large kitchen, formal dining area, an informal dining area next to the living room, in which a plush rug covered the floor in front of a fireplace, and a veranda with a commanding view of the sea with a jacuzzi larger than any he had seen before. No "starving artist," she. "Marco, put your things in your room come out to veranda," Gia invited. He returned a few minutes later, joining a solitary Dani. "What now?" he asked. "Gia wants to share a glass of wine and some food before we sleep," explained Dani. Gia did not so much return as she made an entrance, with a food tray that included traditional breads. "Wine, some cheese and a little pane. Who's ready?" she announced. Mark was transfixed more by what he saw than what he heard. Gone was Gia's original outfit. She was now barefoot and clad with a more casual t-shirt and running shorts. As he studied the movements and swing of her body as she walked out to the veranda, Mark sensed that what he saw was all of what she was wearing, with nothing underneath. Gia poured wine for her guests, inviting them to make their own food plates. Mark had not been a connoisseur of red wine, but what Gia served was heavenly. He felt flush soon after his first sip, as did Dani, and by the second glass everyone was much more relaxed and mellow. "So, Marco," Gia said, "tomorrow we all go to beach for picnic, sun and fun, OK? The beaches of Sardegna are most beautiful on earth." "Molto bene, grazie," he replied. The wine had made them all a little drowsy, and after a mutual "bueno notte," they parted ways to their rooms. The next day was simply brilliant - not a cloud in the sky, and the constant breeze kept a slightly cooler temperature to their locale. Mark's deep slumber was interrupted by the vivaciousness of his host. "Café Italiano ready!" Gia called. She had a very nice coffee service prepared for her guests, along with a traditional European continental breakfast of some fruits, sliced sandwich meats, cheeses, juice and bread. Mark grabbed a quick shower in his spacious bathroom, cleaned up and proceeded to the kitchen area, stretching his arms along the way. Interestingly, Dani appeared to have been awake for some time already, looking refreshed and made up after the previous day's mini-adventure. "You sleep well, Marco?" she asked. "Si, a very deep sleep. I think il vino italiano may be why," he answered. Mark was surprised that Dani had adopted Gia's form of address. Was her personality rubbing off? He took his coffee and breakfast plate to the veranda, soaking in the view. Dani joined him, startling Mark as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Bella, si?" she asked. "Si, bella." Feelings stirred within him, as Gia joined them outside. "We are missing the day," she pronounced. "Towels are down the hall. Marco, help me make our basket." Mark followed her directions, taking special care to pack and store the wine, glasses and cheeses. Dani returned with several beach towels, and as they headed out the door, Mark hesitated, then ran back to his room, grabbing a pair of shorts so that he could have dry clothes after a swim. After he quickly returned, Gia asked, "Why you need those?" She shrugged her shoulders, tossed her head and ordered, "Let's go!" Stairs criss-crossed down the cliff from where Gia's villa was perched. While Gia and Dani conversed in Italian, Mark followed behind, marveling at their legs and how their bodies freely bounced under their fabric veneer. He excitedly thought they must be wearing some very "European" swim suits. After a few minutes walk along the beach, they came to a secluded area with a magnificent view of the ocean, but where no one could see them unless they walked directly in front. They were the only ones in sight. "So, Marco, you like my secret spot? It's very beautiful, si?" asked Gia. Mark had to suppress a laugh, not quite sure if Gia was aware of her double entendre. After Dani lay out the towels, creating an area with ample room for them all, Mark placed the picnic basket centered along the edge opposite the ocean, then joined the women as they all removed their shoes. He froze. Dani and Gia didn't stop with their shoes. In unison, they pulled off their tops, each revealing an amazing pair of delightfully naked breasts, Gia's fuller, Dani's firmer, after which they gently eased their shorts just over their hips. Their form-fitting fabrics simply fell to the towels, fully exposing their luscious bodies while they stepped out and arranged their now lifeless clothing. He could only stand there mouth agape. Their "European" swimsuits were no swimsuits at all. As the women turned to check out Mark, Gia asked, "Marco, is something wrong? Come, you be naked, too." Mark was getting hard - fast - and his uncertainty about what to do next virtually paralyzed his ability to speak. "Marco," said Gia, "you are in Italia now, so you must act italiano. When you go back to America, you can be americano again." Both Gia and Dani seemed pleasantly amused at Mark's hesitation. "Gia, I think Marco may be shy. Maybe we should help," suggested Dani. With that, they sauntered over to him, his eyes absorbing the nearing physical masterpieces. "It is OK, you just relax," said a reassuring Dani. "It is natural." Dani lifted Mark's shirt over his head while Gia unsnapped his shorts and pulled down the zipper, its sound being more sensual than almost anything Mark had ever heard. The bulge protruding in his cotton briefs poked through this opening, bringing a smile to Gia's face that radiated even more as she slid down his shorts, leaving him only in his underwear. His condition was evident to them all, and sensing an opportunity, Gia paused for a moment to look at Mark's cotton-encased erection and then back up at Mark's eyes, then back. Even Dani was getting a kick out of the gentle torture. Gia placed her hands on Mark's hips, then slipped her fingers under the waistband and slowly began to pull his briefs down to his ankles. Mark's penis sprung out and lightly bounced and waived, slightly more as he stepped out of the clothing at his feet, the cool ocean breeze heightening his sensations all the more. It hovered inches from Gia's face. "Ohh, Dani, look, Marco is not italiano," noted Gia upon seeing Mark's circumcised penis. "Marco is real americano. I have not seen one before, not with American man, only pictures." Dani looked approvingly, lightly caressing Mark's back, making him harder by the second. Gia stood up, just in front of him, whispering in his ear, "See, that not so bad, vero?" The tip of Mark's penis nestled in Gia's thick pubic hair. She remained there, slightly moving her hips so that it brushed all over his penis until he could only whisper, "no." The women took their time preparing their spots while Mark rushed to lay stomach-down, concealing his embarrassment. Gia and Dani couldn't help but smile, but they didn't laugh. Mark eyed them as they rested on their knees, removing the wine and uncorking a couple of bottles. They also set out glasses, bread and some butter. After pouring three glasses of wine, Gia extended Mark's to him, but he was so afraid of getting up that all he could do was meagerly extend his arm to grasp it with his fingertips. Dani and Gia didn't have a care in the world as they raised a toast, while all Mark wanted to do was raise himself up on his forearms and toast them in return. The wine had an immediate warming effect on all of them. Like Mark, the women lay on their stomachs, continuing the wine tasting and making chit-chat. Mark looked longingly at them and couldn't help but admire their form - how the curve of their backs dipped down and then raised over their firm tushes, down their legs and ending at their feet. Gia and Dani noticed his admiration. "So, Marco, there is much to be said for Italian scenery, si?" said Dani. "Molto si." It was terrible Italian but it got the point across. They were all now well into their second glass of wine, prompting Dani to butter some bread and have a bite. She offered rolls to Gia and Mark as well, and after having some more, started dabbing her finger in the butter and playfully putting pats here and there on Gia's body. Gia laughed and was surprised as Dani then took some bread and wiped up the butter, offering it to Gia to eat. Mark wished for a taste. Gia returned the favor, and soon she and Dani giggled at this very intimate food fight. Mark took it as his own private show, laughing with them as well. He was also incredibly turned on, so much so that his erection ached. Dani and Gia watched Mark as he watched them. Keeping her eyes fixed on Mark, Dani whispered something in Gia's ear. Gia got a wicked grin, and enthusiastically nodded "yes." The ladies turned over on their backs, propping themselves again up on their forearms. "Marco," said Gia, "you really should be on your back now like us. Too much sun can cause problems back there, and you have days here before you travel again." "I can't," he pleaded. "Is it because of your pene?" asked Dani. "No," he said, somewhat confused. "My bread is fine." Now Gia and Dani laughed. "No, Marco," answered Dani. "Pane," emphasizing the short "a," "means 'bread.'". "Pene," now stressing the first "e," "is your, umm...". She searched for the word. "Pene is your penis," she concluded so sweetly. "Si, 'penis,'" agreed Gia. "Si," he answered meekly. "Marco," offered Gia, "we already see your penis. It is very beautiful. I want to paint you and your penis like we see. Maybe take pictures." Mark drank more wine, the alcohol swarming his mind and eroding his inhibitions little by little. "God gave you your body and it is art," Gia continued. "You like our art since we come to the beach. You now show us your art." Mark hesitated and took a deep breath. He rolled over and rested completely on his back. Without flexing a muscle, he knew his penis already pointed skyward. Gia and Dani took in the sight of him, pausing to study his erection, watching it twitch ever so slightly and sway almost imperceptibly in the ocean breeze. "Do you feel better?" Dani asked. Mark had to admit he did. Gone was the intense pressure of his concealment, replaced by this new-found freedom. He watched Dani sip more wine, then saw again how she whispered something mysterious to Gia. Gia shook her head "no" and nodded back to Dani, eliciting a "no" from Dani. Whatever it was, Dani remained playfully emphatic that Gia should do it. Gia turned on her side to face Mark, with Dani doing likewise behind her. He so wanted to explore them both. "Marco, do you know how Dani go to university?" Gia asked. "She studied?" "Si, very long for many years. For someone in Italia to go to university, you must spend all your years in study all the time. But if Dani wanted university, she could not study men very much, vero?" "Vero." "Dani wants to study you now, so could you be teacher? No! Better! I be teacher, you be my helper, OK?" "What do you mean?" "You see." Dani took a new bottle of wine and the glasses, and with Gia, walked on their knees to his side, Dani at his left hip and Gia at his right. For a moment, they just looked at Mark not saying a word. In spite of the wine's effects, he felt exposed and vulnerable, wondering what they were thinking while they were so close to his incredibly hard penis. "So, Marco," asked Gia, "you not like your body?" "Sure, I like my body. I was just afraid that you might think that, um..." "He is afraid we know he thinks of l'amore," Dani suggested. "Marco, l'amore è bene," said Gia. L'amore è bello." Mark slightly trembled, still enough, though, to be noticed by Dani and Gia. "The sun is so warm," Dani said. "Are you cold?" "N-no." "How do you feel?" "Fine." Dani smiled. "No, Marco, how do you feel with your pene so?" "I'm buzzing all inside." "Buzzing?" It was a word neither Dani nor Gia knew, and their faces showed it. "Um," Mark said, "elettricità," for electricity. "Aaaahhh," cried Gia, "elettricità. Capiamo," indicating to Mark that they understood. Gia and Dani began talking in their native tongue, Mark unable to understand much of anything, especially why Gia was waiving her hands about a foot over his body between his stomach and thighs. "Marco," Gia posed, "is Dani right? We make you think about l'amore?" Her fingertips ran lightly over Mark's thighs, up his hip and over his stomach, with Dani copying her moves on his other side. They smiled softly as they playfully searched his eyes for an answer. "Yes," he gasped. "All men think about l'amore, Marco," she said, their hands continuing their to-and-fro dance, but now with swirls through his pubic hair. The stiffness of his penis was a visual delight to Dani and Gia, as their touches made his erection sway from side to side. Their fingers now found their way to Mark's inner thighs, eliciting a light cry from him. Gia used her right hand to stimulate his right thigh as she began to graze his penis with her left. She circled his erection with her palm and the back of the hand over and over, then taking Dani's hand so that she could begin her own exploration. Dani was becoming more and more adept, and as her confidence grew, Gia nodded her head once. Keeping one hand playing with Mark's penis, Dani used her free hand to caress his thighs, his chest and especially his nipples, the way she wanted hers played with. Mark never knew the feelings could be so exquisite. Gia, ever ready to push the envelope, raked her fingertips over the head of Mark's penis, a drop of pre-cum lingering, tugging up and down over the rim. He was writhing. She encouraged Dani to do likewise, taking turns, knowing exactly the effect they were having. They enjoyed themselves as much as Mark, but in wonderfully different ways. Love, Italian Style Ch. 01 Forming an "o" with her thumb and index finger, Gia ringed Mark's penis and rotated clockwise and counterclockwise as she worked her way to the base of his shaft, then slid up, pausing to tug on his foreskin. She studied how it had stretched to its maximum, leaving little more for play. Her "o" stimulated the head of Mark's penis briefly, then ever so delicately stroked him the full length of his shaft, over and over. Dani now wanted a turn, and so she used both hands to explore her new marvel. Mark's balls flowed freely through Gia's hands, while Dani was fascinated by Mark's pre-cum and reaction as she used the palm of her hand to spread it around Mark's shaft. "So, Marco," Gia asked not so innocently, "how is your elettricità now?" Mark moaned plaintively, completely uncaring of what the women saw or thought. With her other hand, Gia touched the skin just behind Mark's scrotum, leaving nothing unexplored as her finger's found the end of Mark's ass. He heard her tell Dani to do something, and as Dani stopped and then leaned back, she completely exposed herself to Mark. Looking back between her legs, he imagined her riding him in that position as if her life depended on it. He had never before looked at her so sexually. Dani retrieved a bottle of skin lotion from Gia's bag, and as Gia extended her hand, she motioned Dani to pour some of the liquid on her fingers. Gia commenced lubricating the very skin she was just massaging, allowing her fingers to slide further and further back into Mark's crease. With whimpering cries and animalistic instincts, Mark placed a hand under each of his knees, drawing his legs back to fully expose himself. He only knew that what Gia was doing felt wonderful, and that there had to be more. He heard Gia say something to Dani, but whatever it was, Dani clearly did not approve. Dani nonetheless put some more lotion on Gia's fingers, enabling Gia to more aggressively continue her assault as she found Mark's hole, sliding her lubricated fingers to his balls and back. Gia rested the tip of her index finger on Mark's hole, adjusting as Mark's legs were now pointing straight up. He grabbed his ankles, jutting his hips out and lifting his lower back off the towel even more as he lay back. Gia pressed her fingertip into him, to the knuckle, making little circles, then withdrawing. She circled his anus before entering him again, plunging over and over to the knuckle, checking his response, then pumping him down to the second knuckle. Mark was almost fussing like a baby, even more as her entire finger went in and out of him. Dani couldn't believe what was coming over her exchange student, but she did have the presence of mind to begin passionately kissing him while she tugged up on his penis. She felt the power of his pleasure while he moaned as Gia's whole finger plunged deep inside him, exciting her enough to switch to her middle finger and go even deeper, pausing each time to massage his prostate. Mark broke Dani's kiss, wildly contorting but still under Gia's control. Sensing his state, Gia slowly withdrew and pushed Mark's legs down to the towels, motioning Dani to join her at Mark's penis. He needed the respite, even if it was only for a few seconds. His cum was swelling up from deep inside him, and he was now consumed with the thoughts of his own pleasure as well as Gia's and Dani's. They rested on each of Mark's hips, just inches from his erection. He almost felt like a lab specimen, until he saw another startled response from something Gia just said, one that read "how could you think of that?" Dani's expression finally changed to a "whatever you say" look, with Mark unable to guess what was going to happen next, at least until he saw Dani reach over to retrieve a bottle of wine and pour some of the nectar over his penis. Gia's new game was to try to lap up as much of it as she could. She darted her tongue over the head, glancing to see Dani's reaction but much more intent on Mark's, watching his face as a bird of prey may study its next meal. Dani was entranced as the head disappeared into Gia's mouth, guessing from what she saw that Gia was rolling it around with her tongue inside. With Mark practically barking, Gia gobbled up the wine that had dripped over his balls to the sensitive skin behind them. Mark's penis disappeared into her mouth again, Gia now rhythmically bobbing her head, taking Mark a little deeper with every few strokes. Soon her nose was buried in Mark's pubic hair over and over as she took devoured his erection, then running her lips up and down the length of his shaft. Mark's cries assured the women of his intense pleasure. Gia slowly backed away, allowing Mark to regain at least some composure. He was breathing as if recovering from an intense workout, which, in a manner of speaking, he was. She allowed his penis to sway for a moment, then took the bottle of wine and indicated to Dani that it was her turn. Dani hesitated, fascinated by what she had just seen but unsure of whether she could do it or would like it. To comfort and reassure her, Mark caressed her hair and arm while Gia encouragingly massaged the back of her neck. Mark's touch gave Dani an elettricità all her own. Gia raised the bottle tip over Mark's penis and allowed a little wine to splash on it. Dani ran her tongue over his hips and through his pubic hair where it had spilled, then hovered her open mouth just above his erection. Her mouth opened wider and narrower as she mustered the courage to take him in. Mark felt her wonderful warm breath blowing on his sensitivity, then watched in rapture as her lips sampled his sweetness. She savored his penis as she would ice cream, then ran her mouth up and down the underside of his shaft before returning to the head. Not yet ready to take him all in, Dani held his penis to one side while she cupped his balls with her other hand, taking each into her mouth, rolling her tongue all about. Switching hands, she continued to suck him this way while she saw for herself how the stimulation of the skin between his legs could make Mark beg for mercy. Returning his penis to her mouth again, Dani slowly started to take him in, Mark watching in wonderment as more and more disappeared into her. He could hear and see her gagging as she tried to imitate Gia, but she did not get discouraged, ultimately finding a style that worked well for her. Judging from Mark's gyrating hips, it worked well for him, too. Dani was not quite aware that she was bringing Mark to the brink of orgasm, but Gia, ever the master, did, which is why she tapped Dani on the shoulders and pouted her lips as she waived her finger back and forth. Now emboldened and inspired, Dani picked up the wine bottle, letting Mark plainly she as she waived her finger back and forth between herself and Gia. Gia's laugh was more an expression of both surprise and merriment, eagerly nodding as Dani poured much of the bottle over Mark's penis and balls. The women turned ravenous. Mark cried almost as if in pain, but they took his sounds as a cue to intensify their efforts. Dani returned to his penis to perfect her technique, slowly increasing her tempo while Gia devoured his balls. They traded off with each other, and Gia's deep throating of Mark felt as wonderful as Dani's but much more impassioned. Dani alternated between sucking Mark's erection and tongue-massaging his shaft. Dani suddenly stopped, gasping as she raised her head off Mark's penis as gasping. She instantly turned to look at Gia, who now sported a devilish grin. Gia was caressing Dani's back while she sucked on Mark. As their eyes met, Gia continued to caress Dani, leaning over to kiss her softly. Gia let her lips linger while using her tongue to probe Dani's mouth, he hands innocently gliding over Dani's tush, a single fingertip following up her crease as she finished. Dani was both too excited and too afraid to tell her to stop. She fumbled as she tried to kiss Gia and return her loving touch. As Dani warmed to these uncertain urges, she became more certain, more confident, heretofore unaware of what a woman's touch could do to another. Dani marveled at the firm softness of Gia's ass, and as their tongues locked with each other, Dani moaned as Gia's fingers explored and probed the sensuous wetness between Dani's legs. Mark needed the break, but watching Gia and Dani like this made him desperately want to begin stroking himself. Before he had a chance, he watched as the women broke their togetherness. Gia placed a finger under Dani's chin, and locking eyes, levitated Dani so that they were both up on their knees, caressing each other's arms, backs and asses. Their breasts and nipples rubbed against each other's as Dani's mouth cautiously approached Gia's, and as Gia's hands reach behind Dani to cup each side of her young, tender ass, Gia pulled her forward so that their whole bodies pressed against each other. The passion of the moment overcame them as their kissing moved from tenderness to tender aggression. Hands roamed freely over each other's backs, soon followed by mutual fondling and groping of each other's bottoms. While playing with each other, Gia and Dani turned to look at Mark. "You like, si?" asked Gia. "We like, too." She remained in that spot and motioned to Dani to take up a spot by Mark's face. Dani walked on her knees down that way, then placed a knee on each side of his head, giving him a wonderful view of her feminine treasure while Gia straddled his penis. Dani studied Gia as she tugged on Mark's penis and rubbed it back, forth and around between her legs. Her motions caused his penis to tingle, and because he wanted to satisfy Gia at least as much as she wanted him satisfied, he resisted thrusting into her and used Dani as his outlet instead. He raised his head to begin savoring her, exploring her folds with his lips and tongue as he fondled her breasts and nipples. Mark then lowered his head back to the towel, pulling Dani's body down with him so that her vagina almost smothered him. Gia hurriedly flicked his penis over her clitoris, lightly gasping almost in unison with Dani as Mark stiffened his tongue and pumped it in and out of her. As Dani arched her back a little, her erect nipples served as an invitation to Gia to begin tweaking and biting them. Mark felt his shaft slide into Gia. His moans were filled with passion, hers with satisfaction. She allowed him to go only so far, rocking forward so that the tip rested on her lips before she took him in again. She closed her eyes as she repeated these motions, keeping her back straight as she contracted her love muscles around him. Gia kissed Dani and nibbled her chin each time she leaned forward. Dani eagerly received every bit of her attention while Mark his oral discovery of her. She ran her fingers through her own hair. Mark's attention soon caused those same hands to grasp at air before she found the loving stability of clutching Gia's breasts and playing with her nipples. Because Mark was groping them both, he sensed what was happening and bent his knees up so that each thigh rested against Gia's ass, pushing her full torso into Dani's. He now thrust deep inside Gia, the sensations to his penis increasing the intensity of his oral exploration of Dani. In perfect unison, Gia rode down on Mark as he thrust upward, raising up as he pulled back in anticipation of another assault. Mark couldn't take it. As Dani arched back even more, his hands glided over her breasts and stomach through her thick bush. While he stimulated her clitoris with his left hand, the index finger of his right slipped inside her from underneath. It disappeared in and out while he continued to eat her, kissing the insides of her thighs and letting his tongue slide back into her crease. Gia's arousal heightened as she watched and listened to her younger friend's cries. Mark now penetrated her with his middle finger. As she responded to him going deeper, he crooked his finger forward and began massaging and stimulating Dani's own "secret spot." She grabbed and squeezed Gia's breasts to steady herself. Even as Gia spread her legs wider, she leaned pressed her face into Dani's and rapidly arched her hips forward and back. Mark raised his own hips while Gia bucked on him, his loving stimulation of Dani almost turning into an attack. Dani felt a new kind of tingling at her nipples that slowly started spreading over her entire body. Gia's mouth found Dani's again. Mark deeply penetrated into Gia, creating its own tingling all over her. The women were both feeling their bodies build to climax, but Gia could see that this was Dani's first real experience with the coming intensity. Mark, too, could feel something building, an almost wonderful burning sensation from throughout his body that began rifting to the point deep inside Gia. His thrusts became slower, more purposeful, while his stimulation of Dani became anything but. All of Mark's muscles fought in two directions. He strained to hold back his release as long as possible, while his muscles also worked together as he plunged deep inside Gia. She felt this in her, just as she could feel her orgasm beginning to overtake her. Dani, unable to contain herself any longer, became awash in a total body climax, quivering and contorting, moaning and crying completely oblivious to her surroundings. As Gia continued rocking and screaming, Mark couldn't believe how the two women were coming on him at the same time. He continued his fingering of Dani as he pushed up on her, then let out a rasping cry as his penis exploded. He could feel his semen flowing through him and bursting deep inside Gia with each spasm. Their three-voice love song mystically complimented and competed with each other. No one wanted to stop, at least not yet. They continued their passion play until their tenderness gradually subsided. For a moment, they held their breath. They could easily have been posing for one of Gia's paintings, one that would never receive a public exhibition. Gia and Dani desperately needed to cuddle mark. They were all very sensitive, the ladies' vaginas pulsating, while Mark's penis tingled almost to the point of feeling enflamed. He eased his hips back down to the towel, still inside Gia. Dani, at the brink of exhaustion, leaned her head forward and rested on Gia's breasts. Gia stroked Dani's hair, and with a dreamy look in her eyes, Dani raised up to kiss Gia again. They trembled and unhurriedly dismounted Mark to snuggle him from either side. He caressed their backsides while they stroked his front, all happy to find out that he was still remarkably hard. Where the air had been filled with the sounds of passion just a few minutes before, in its place now was only the crashing of waves against the shore. It was in this trance that Gia started nibbling Mark's ear while Dani nuzzled him. They could tell the effect this had on him, as whatever softness there was in his penis disappeared. He squirmed a little because of the lingering sensitivity, causing Gia and Dani to stroke his chest and instead massage his balls and pleasure patch. Gia breathed softly into Mark's ear. In an unmistakable bedroom voice, she asked him, "You want to fuck Dani?" The answer in Mark's eyes needed no spoken words, but he was not sure of Dani's desires. He turned to look at her, overcome with her beauty as she reclined with one arm across her forehead, and searched for a sense of her feelings. He found it as Dani first tugged on his foreskin, then pulled his penis towards her. Mark got up on his knees facing Dani, giving Gia the chance to play with his ass. His penis arched wickedly upward and bounced as he positioned himself. Dani studied him, especially his shaft, anticipating how he would feel inside her this way. Gia used her free hand to run her fingers over Dani as Mark bent her knees and spread her legs. He didn't want to dive in right away, so he joined Gia in the gentle touching of her body, swaying his fingers over her breasts and stomach before again delighting in the soft stiffness of her bush. With his four fingers brushing through Dani's hair, Mark used his thumb to reacquaint himself with the delights between her legs. He rotated his thumb over her clitoris, then leaned forward to cradle her head and deeply kiss her. This caused his ass to stick up in the air, giving Gia a delightful opportunity to run her fingers over his crease and stimulate his balls. Dani didn't need much imagination to figure out why Mark started whimpering. He kissed his way down Dani's body, rubbing his face over her breasts and nipples, reawakening their sensitivity. He did the same with her pubic hair, then pushed her knees slightly wider apart as he tasted her once more. His tongue coated her forward and back as far as he could go, and after lapping her labia, he kissed an inner thigh to her knee, back to down to repeatedly pump his tongue inside her, then kissing her other inner thigh to the knee and back. She could feel herself blissfully melting away. Mark tongued his way back up her body. They kissed again, with a growing intensity. He sensed his penis resting on her hungry vagina. Gia took his shaft in hand and began rubbing it all over between Dani's legs the way she had done so to herself earlier. Gia saw that Dani was ready for Mark. Dani wanted him. Gia guided his penis into Dani, causing her to gasp as he started to fill her. He penetrated her half the length of his shaft and withdrew to her lips, then entered her again, repeating this motion as she got used to, then craved, this rhythm. He went ever deeper, and as her vaginal walls bathed his shaft with a burrowing wet warmth, Mark looked at her in a different, earthy way. He wasn't "making love" like earlier. He was fucking her. "Oh yes, Gia," he thought to himself, "I so want to fuck Dani. I need to fuck Dani." Dani felt a change in how her newfound lover responded to her. She changed, too. Now that she was clutching Mark's ass with both hands, she pulled him as deep inside her as she could, wishing he could go deeper still. She couldn't suppress her moans even thought she kept her mouth closed. Her legs were now up in the air, and the way her toes pointed to the horizon told Gia that her young charge was unabashedly enjoying herself. So was Mark, even more as he and Dani looked so lovingly at each other. Her romantic approval inspired his lusts and his thrusts, at least until Gia knelt over her head. Gia wanted Dani to taste her, and as Gia wrapped her arms around Mark and began to tongue-wrestle with him, she felt Dani's mouth begin its delicate exploration. The three had set off a sexual chain reaction that none wanted at all to end. Mark treasuring every plunge into Dani, who relished the sensations of him deep inside her by plunging her tongue into Gia, saving her own juices which were still mixed with Mark's. As Gia's vagina and clitoris, and even some of her own crease, tingled at Dani's oral delights, the passion of her kisses and caresses of Mark intensified, which fueled his own raw behavior with Dani. He pulled back momentarily, at which both of them registered their dissatisfaction. Mark took each of Dani's legs and placed them on his sweat-soaked shoulders. Seeing what he was going to do, Gia leaned forward to grab his penis. Dani refused to break contact with Gia and followed her hips, devouring her vagina and inner thighs as Gia positioned Mark's penis once more at Dani's labia. Gia felt Dani's scream pulsate throughout her body as Mark leaned forward and slammed inside her. Seeing that Dani was not ready for the intensity, Mark thrust quickly about half the length of his shaft. As he continued this pace, the stimulation Dani felt made her become more aggressive, groping Gia's body, clutching her breasts, rubbing and slapping her clitoris. Love, Italian Style Ch. 01 Mark now powered his full length into Dani. She became unleashed, one hand flittering Gia's clitoris as she slipped an index finger deep inside her. Dani pumped this finger into Gia as Mark pumped her, and as Mark's thrusts stirred the beginnings of her second climax, she plunged two fingers inside Gia. Dani now viciously massaged Gia's other "secret spot." As aggressive as she had become, Dani's deep desire to bring Gia to climax through her play was her way of communicating to Gia how much she adored her. Becase of Gia, Dani had learned more about body and that of men during this afternoon than she had her entire life. In an occasional private moment before, she had learned to pleasure herself. And just because she forsake boyfriends for college didn't mean that she hadn't had an experience or two before today. None of them, though, was anything like this. Dani's adoration of the "Gia-spot," coupled with Mark's rhythmic fucking, caused them all to again interrupt the sounds of the oceans with their orgasmic screams. Mark actually roared during his forceful climax, overwhelming his entire body and engulfing all of his senses. His eyes felt like they were being pushed out, and as intense as this sexual consummation was, he also could tell that he was pumping far less cum into Dani that he had Gia. He was now feeling a special oneness with Dani, and more than anything, he wanted to prolong both their climaxes. Mark continued thrusting in her, slower, elongating their feelings while making sure he left every last drop of himself in her. Gia buried her cunt on Dani's face and continued to grind, but in a magical way, Dani was almost completely spent, both by the power of her own orgasm and the glowing satisfaction she had at bringing one still lingering in Gia. With Mark, their motions slowed, and as the intensity of this wave passed, they found themselves completely worn out. Mark shivered as his face slid over Gia's breasts. He moved his head back up, lifting her breasts and letting them bounce back down. Gia's pubic hair proved an inviting dessert as he lowered himself on Dani, who continued fingering Gia as she moved to Dani's side. Gia collapsed on the towels, Mark's arm sliding around her as he tenderly kissed Dani. Mark used the last of the wine to pour them all a glass. They sat up and hugged each other as they shared in it, then Dani and Gia fell back into his arms as they all lay down on the towels. ********** They noticed the temperature was cooler and the sounds of the ocean closer when they woke up. Nighttime approached and the tide was coming in. They staggered to stand and get dressed as they gathered their things and packed the bottles and glasses away. Sex was not so much on Mark's mind as he followed Gia and Dani up the stairs, even if he could not escape the memory of sex. They were almost out of breath when they arrived back at the villa. As Mark stored everything, Dani followed Gia as to start a fire and set out some bottled water in front of the fireplace. Mark went back to his room and stripped. He was almost used to being naked all the time now. Going into the bathroom, he opened the shower door and turned on the hot water. It felt great, even if he registered some discomfort as it rained down on his penis. As he turned around, he saw through the shower door's distorted glass two figures approaching. Mark could only think "Round three" as a nude Gia and Dani opened the door to join him, but instead of sex, they just wanted to cling to him. They shared in an intimate shower, soaping each other up, rubbing their bodies over each other, more as an expression of tenderness than of foreplay. After drying each other off, Gia took them by the hand to the living room, where they lay on the rug, looking into the fire and touching each other's backs. Mark especially liked playing with their bottoms, still in awe at their soft firmness and how a single fingertip felt as it traced the creases. Gia and Dani touched him the same way. As he spread his legs slightly so that they could explore further back, which they did, he found himself wishing that he could spend a whole day with them where they did nothing but that. The fire caused them all to bask in a warm glow. Mark had taken a liking to Italian sparkling water, and consumed much of the bottle that had been set out for him. Physically and emotionally drained, they drifted off to sleep, all in a mutual embrace. ********** "Marco, mangiamo! We eat," Gia called. Mark stirred from his deep slumber, parched after a long night's sleep. With his eyes still closed, he fumbled for a bottle of water, and after several gulps, put the bottle down and rolled over on his back. Mark knew his body well enough to be unphased by the erection he sported. It always happened when he had a lot of water right before bed. Still tender from the day before, he stroked and massaged his penis, looking for some relief. Gia and Dani wouldn't mind, he thought, not after yesterday. They might even approve or help. He rested his hands by his sides, his penis standing at attention. "Marco?" Dani said softly. "Buon giorno, Dani," he replied dreamily. "Gia has two girlfriends from France visiting today." "When do they arrive?" "Bonjour," two women's voices cooed. Mark's eyes startled open. Rising up on his forearms, he saw Gia and Dani in the company of two other women, just as beautiful, one with sandy blond hair and the other a brunette. Both looked older than Dani, but younger than Gia. He quickly turned over on his stomach and rotated to face them, completely exposing, however briefly, every inch and crevice of his body. Mark felt cornered. He studied his company, noting the French women's coquettish smiles and radiating eyes that spoke silent volumes. "Marco," commanded Gia, "don't be ugly American. Come," she playfully paused, "meet my French friends." He knew there was no way out of this, especially after yesterday. As his eyes darted around the room, his emerging critical thinking skills kicked in. Gia's guests were two complete strangers, but then again, barely 24 hours ago, so was she. Two of the four had spent most of a day naked with him, and hadn't the other two just seen him completely bare? How long had they been there? No, wait, whenever they got there, he had been in plain sight, meaning that they were being entertained while he was massaging his... That's when it finally hit him. They had been watching, maybe studying. The realization caused him to let out a long sigh, understanding that he had nothing to hide that they hadn't already seen. He slowly stood up, facing the gorgeous quartet, but couldn't quite bring himself to join them. "Here, Marco, here," Gia said, pointing to the area they were all seated. As Mark walked the few steps to them, he was finding something powerfully erotic about being completely naked before four dressed women. His swelling penis told the ladies the exact effect they were having on him. Their eyes and smiles warmed as they silently studied him. Mark watched the way the French women fingered the rim of their coffee cups and wondered if they were sending him a message. "This is Brigitte," Dani said, pointing to the blonde. "Bonjour, encore," she purred. "And this is Janine," continued Dani, cuing Janine to coyly waive one hand's fingers. "Je m'appelle Mark," he said, mustering a basic phrase from his high school French. "Ah, très bien," said Janine. "Gia told us you like the beach here." He was curious about how much Gia really told them. "And from what Dani says, red wine, too," continued Brigitte. Their faces and jollity in their voices said it all. So did his erection. "We like white wine, le vin blanc," Janine said. "It goes well with le poulet." "That's 'chicken,' isn't it?" asked Mark. "Oui," answered Brigitte, "but we have other word. We say le vin blanc goes well with le coq."