2 comments/ 67082 views/ 5 favorites Holiday of Sin By: Steve the bird Chapter One This time Sally had gone too far, and her parents were furious with her for getting expelled from college. It's not even my fault, Sally grumbled to herself as she sat alone in her bedroom. Neither the college principal nor her parents would believe that it was Sharon and Tessa who had stolen the champagne. One mistake, she thought bitterly and I'm branded a thief for the rest of my life. Just because I took a bar of chocolate from a sweetshop seven years ago, they always think I'm guilty. Sally was dreading her punishment and had no idea what her parents would come up with. So it was with some considerable relief that she heard that she was to be sent away for an extended holiday in Spain with her Aunt Helen and Uncle Jack. Still in their mid-thirties, Helen and Jack had sold their business and taken early retirement in sunny Spain. Now as Sally stood on the balcony overlooking a large swimming pool, she looked forward to a pleasant holiday in the sun, away from her problems at home. She liked her Aunt Helen and Uncle Jack very much and had particularly enjoyed the way Uncle Jack had been looking at her by the pool the previous day when she wore her tiny bikini. She felt a stirring between her legs as she recalled the clear outline of his thick penis in tight swimming trunks. Sally was jolted out of her reverie by her Aunt's voice from inside the lounge. 'Please come in here for a moment Sally dear, I just need to ask you something.' Aunt Helen wore a short silk robe, tied at the waist; it emphasised her perfect figure. 'Yes Auntie, what is it?' As Sally walked towards the beautiful blonde lady she noticed that the usual smile was missing from her Aunt's lovely face. 'Sally, we have a small problem. Your Uncle Jack has gone into town to the bank to change some currency and he couldn't find a twenty-pound note that he left of the table. Have you seen it?' 'No Auntie I haven't.' Oh no, thought Sally, here we go again more accusations. 'We don't need to make a big deal out of this my sweet but I have to know the truth.' 'Really Aunt Helen, I haven't seen any twenty-pound note.' 'Well Sally I don't know what to say, you do have a bit of a reputation - ' 'Oh please Auntie Helen, please don't you say you believe all that nonsense.' 'Okay, okay,' said the older woman, smiling for the first time. 'I know how we'll sort this out. If you don't mind I will search you and that will prove your innocence won't it?' Sally thought for a moment. She didn't want to fall out with her Aunt and she certainly didn't want to be sent home in disgrace, which seemed to be a possibility. She smiled at her Aunt, nodded her agreement and stepped forward with her arms raised up. The touch of her Aunt's hands was not unpleasant to Sally as they stroked up and down her arms, across her shoulders and down her back. Sally said nothing as the hands slid down the front of blouse pausing briefly on her breasts. 'That's good,' said Aunt Helen quietly. Then the fingers were opening Sally's blouse and pulling it gently out of the waistband of the young girl's skirt. Sally could feel the heat in her face and knew that she was blushing profusely. Then a light shiver ran through her as the fingers touched her bare flesh. For a moment their eyes met but Sally quickly looked away only to find herself staring into her Aunt's voluptuous cleavage. The fingers continued their delightful journey from Sally's midriff around her sides and up her back, where they deftly unclipped her bra. For the first time Sally made some show of protest by quickly putting her hands over her breasts. 'Now, now Sally,' cooed Aunt Helen. 'If I was going to hide something, I think I might put it in here.' She gently pulled Sally's hands away, lifted her bra and cupped the two soft mounds of flesh. 'No twenty-pound note I'm pleased to say, but something else that's very, very nice.' Sally now knew that the search for the money was turning into something else 'Please Auntie, please don't.' She whined; confused by the pleasure she was beginning to feel. 'I must be thorough,' said the older woman, and she smiled at Sally, continuing to squeeze and massage the young girl's naked breasts and gently raking her fingers over the hardening nipples. Then Aunt Helen's right hand slid further down and then under Sally's skirt. Sally felt the fingers stroking her thighs, which were pressed together. Aunt Helen was smiling as she moved her face very close to Sally's and said quietly, 'Open your legs.' Sally blushed hotly and turned her face away. 'No please no,' she whimpered. 'Now you silly girl! Do as you're told now!' Aunt Helen reinforced the command by cruelly pinching one of her victim's nipples. Sally moaned in pain as she shuffled her feet apart. Immediately she felt the fingers stroking the lips of her pussy through her thin cotton panties, gently at first and then more insistently until the panties were slipping into the soft, wetness of her sex. 'Please Auntie I don't have the money. Please stop.' 'I like you Sally and if you are a good girl and you continue to please me, things could be very pleasant for you here with us. Do you understand?' Sally nodded dumbly, not really sure if she did fully understand. 'If you displease me however, life could get very difficult.' Sally gasped again, in pain and surprise as the fingers that had been arousing such pleasure in her, suddenly gripped one of the plump outer lips of her vagina and pinched it hard. So hard in fact that it brought tears to her eyes. 'Oh! Don't cry,' cooed Aunt Helen. 'Let me kiss you better.' She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against Sally's trembling lips but the frightened girl turned her head away. The next move took Sally completely by surprise. Aunt Helen stepped back and slapped Sally across the mouth. Although it was not a particularly hard slap, it left clear red marks and Sally's eyes widened with shock. 'You had better start to co-operate with me young lady or you will be in big trouble!' It was clear to Sally that her Aunt was getting cross. 'You should be grateful that we have taken you in. I don't know what would become of you if we sent you back home in disgrace. But you seem to think that you're too good for us. Is that what you think?' Aunt Helen was holding Sally by the shoulders, clearly waiting for an answer. 'No Auntie... it's just that...' 'OK, I know,' began Aunt Helen, changing tack as she cupped Sally's face in her hands. 'This is all a bit new to you isn't it?' And as Sally gave a resigned nod Aunt Helen kissed her gently on the mouth. Then she kissed more insistently trying to push her tongue into the young girl's mouth. Pulling back briefly, Aunt Helen whispered, 'Open your mouth.' Then she kissed her again and this time Sally opened her mouth and allowed the older woman's tongue to slide inside. Aunt Helen kissed her deeply and passionately, vigorously tonguing and sucking the young girl's mouth. At the same time she put her hand back under Sally's skirt and resumed her invasion of the frightened girl's vagina. Despite her frightened and confused state, Sally could not ignore the arousal that the kissing and fingering was causing and she no longer resisted. The fingers eased past her thin panties into the wetness of her excited pussy and rubbed wetly across her clitoris. Then Aunt Helen was sucking Sally's nipples, first one then the other, causing the young girl to moan with pleasure. Again the two fingers slid deeply into her wet sex and pressed back against her G-spot. 'You're a virgin aren't you?' Aunt Helen said releasing a hard pink nipple from her mouth. When Sally nodded, Aunt Helen smiled and continued. 'Good. I want you to stay that way.' Then before Sally knew what was happening Aunt Helen had gone down on her knees. With her fingers still deeply embedded in Sally's hot wet hole, she pushed up the girl's skirt and pressed her against the wall. Sally stared down at the beautiful blonde lady whose tongue was extended and moving towards the exposed lips of her sex. As the tongue touched her hard clitoris, Sally flinched as a spasm of lust shook her, and she continued to watch in disbelief as fingers and tongue were expertly used to pleasure her. Then she reached the point of no return as wave after wave of orgasmic lust engulfed her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she tried to muffle the screams that tried to escape from her as the pleasure rocked her. Aunt Helen stood up and hugged Sally to her while the trembling girl recovered from the most delicious and prolonged orgasm of her young life. 'Wasn't that nice now?' cooed Aunt Helen. As Sally nodded, she continued 'I bet you don't come like that when you do yourself in bed at night, do you?' Sally shook her head. In spite of all that had taken place, she was embarrassed to be spoken to like that and she hid her blushing face in her Aunt's bosom. 'I think that you don't seem to have the twenty-pound note. Perhaps I've made a mistake, so I think that you had better search me to see if I have it, don't you?' Without waiting for an answer, Aunt Helen slid her robe off one shoulder. Sally opened her eyes to see a beautiful breast, less than an inch from her face. Then Aunt Helen cupped the breast and lifted it so that the hard nipple touched Sally's lips. 'Take it,' Aunt Helen urged, moving it slightly left and right so that it brushed Sally's mouth. Not only did Sally feel no hesitation; she actually wanted to do something to repay the pleasure she had just experienced. Placing her open mouth over the nipple, she began to suck gently, then became more adventurous and reached up and cupped the firm breast and flicked her tongue across the hard nipple. 'There's a good girl,' said Aunt Helen, taking hold of Sally's left wrist and guiding her hand under her robe. Sally didn't resist until her fingers touched her Aunt's plump, naked pussy-lips. She tried to pull her hand away but Aunt Helen held it between her legs. 'Now, now, don't spoil things. It's only fair that you do something for me after what I have done for you isn't it?' Aunt Helen showed what was expected by moving Sally's hand backwards and forwards so that her fingers were pressed into the moist cleft. As her fingers reluctantly explored the hot, wet vagina, she felt hot breath in her ear. 'I think that you should kneel down now and do me properly don't you?' Although she was still in a state of sexual euphoria, Sally was shocked by this suggestion and shook her head. 'Please no... I couldn't... really... please.' Her fingers wriggled animatedly against Aunt Helen's wet, open pussy. She wondered frantically if she could satisfy this sensual lady with her fingers. She had often tasted her own juices but the thought of putting her tongue into Aunt Helen's vagina horrified her. 'I am going to be patient with you,' said Aunt Helen taking Sally's hand from under her robe and pressing the wet fingers against the resisting girl's mouth. 'Here taste it,' she rubbed the sticky wetness across Sally's lips. 'Come on, taste it!' The tone had become harsher again and Sally reluctantly opened her mouth and then closed her lips around her fingers. 'There now, that tastes nice doesn't it? Doesn't it?' Sally nodded and as if guessing what she was thinking, Aunt Helen added. 'It tastes just like yours doesn't it?' Sally nodded again. 'Yes of course, I can just imagine you in your bed at night licking your pussy juices off your fingers. Is this the first time that you've tasted someone else's?' Sally nodded. 'Good, I'm really pleased with you, a virgin pussy and a virgin mouth, but now it's time to change the latter.' Taking Sally by the arm, she steered her over to a wide sofa. Slipping out of her robe, she sat down with her legs wide apart. 'Kneel down!' She ordered, pointing to the floor between her legs. 'Please Auntie Helen, please don't make me...' But the woman was fired with lust and the reluctance of the young girl seemed to increase her wantonness. Pushing Sally to her knees in front of her, she held her by her hair so that her face was only inches in front of her wet, open vagina. 'Look girl! Look!' Sally realised that she had screwed her eyes shut. As her hair was tugged she opened her eyes and looked at her Aunt's naked pussy. There was a long pause while she studied the erotic sight. The outer lips were plump with a few strands of blonde pubic hair. Pink inner lips protruded wetly and Sally could see the firm tip of her Aunt's clitoris poking out of its fleshy hood. 'Beautiful isn't it?' she murmured, releasing Sally's hair. 'Yes,' breathed Sally, realising that it was indeed beautiful. She looked up and into her Aunt's misty, blue eyes. 'It is really beautiful.' Lowering her head, she pressed her lips lightly against the wet cleft and breathed in the fragrant scent. Aunt Helen waited patiently for Sally to start to do what she knew she had to do. And now another sensation was overcoming Sally's earlier reluctance; it was the return of the lust she had previously experienced. She slowly pushed out her tongue and flicked it along the wet cleft. This elicited a moan of pleasure from the woman and spurred Sally on. Parting the outer lips with her fingers she drove her tongue deep into the hot, moist opening. As the older woman continued to moan her appreciation, Sally licked and sucked, pushing one, then two, then three fingers into the pulsing hole. She sucked and licked the hard, pink clitoris and at the same time hooked her fingers up and back inside the dripping, fleshy hole, searching for her Aunt's G-spot. The growls of lust that came from Aunt Helen as she bucked and squirmed told Sally she had found the mark and she continued until she had brought the writhing, moaning woman to a shuddering climax. Aunt Helen soon recovered and slowly undressed her young lover before helping her into a kneeling position with her arms on the back of the sofa. Then she knelt behind Sally and began to caress and squeeze her buttocks. As the soft mounds of her bottom were parted, Sally knew that her Aunt could see her tight, wrinkled anus above the pink lips of her wet, open pussy. She flinched as a finger lightly touched her puckered rosebud, then groaned with lust as she felt the wet tip of her Aunt's tongue flick across the tight hole. All of her earlier reticence was long gone and she pushed her bottom out to meet the probing tongue. 'Oh yes! Please yes!' Sally moaned as she felt the firm tongue being forced into her tight, pulsing orifice. This was replaced by a probing finger, which slid easily and deeply into the lubricated hole before being slowly and tantalisingly withdrawn then plunged back in again. The tongue began raking across Sally's open quivering pussy in broad flat licks while the expert finger continued to slide in and out of her pouting anus. The inevitable orgasm that this treatment provoked was more powerful than the first and Sally howled in ecstasy as she came for the second time. They lay together on the sofa for several minutes, gently kissing and caressing each other. They murmured soft endearments as they slowly stroked and explored each other's bodies. Sally was enjoying her blissful and dreamlike state and was jolted by her Aunt's next question. 'So where did you put the money?' Aunt Helen asked quietly. 'How do you know that I took it?' Sally said, recalling how she had stolen the money and hidden it in her diary. 'I saw you take it. Your parents told your Uncle Jack and I that you suffer from a mild form of kleptomania. We put the money there because we knew that you couldn't resist taking it.' 'Are you terribly cross with me?' 'No we're delighted - aren't we Jack?' 'Absolutely!' Came the voice of Uncle Jack from the doorway. As Sally screeched and tried to cover her nakedness he stepped into the room and continued. 'Don't worry about covering yourself up Sally, I've been watching all the time and I've seen all of your beautiful charms. But now I think it's my turn to search you, don't you?' To be continued... Submitted by Steve the bird Holiday of Surprises - Day 01 The break was long overdue -- I had bought a villa in Portugal and had spent literally 3 days there in the last year. Not that this break was going to be a long time but as I pulled up in the hire car on a beautiful sunny day I was looking forward to a whole 7 days of doing nothing. No laptop and blackberry turned on once a day for five minutes only -- those were the rules. My friend Luis had been in and opened everything up a day or two before and I had stopped off at his bar on the way to the villa to thank him and have a couple of drinks before arrival. He had also stocked the fridge -- fresh bread, pate, chicken, salad, cheese, fresh coffee, several bottles of wine and most importantly orange juice, lots of ice and three large bottles of Grey Goose Vodka -- perfect! I walked into the lounge and pulled up the blinds that kept the heat out from the patio doors and opened them wide and stepped on to the terrace. The pool glistened in the sun a deep deep blue. I looked to my right down the valley and watched the sea come in to the little cove that was only 100 yards away. I went back in, took my bag into the bedroom and quickly opened it and put the clothes away -- I had packed light with T shirts shorts and swimming shorts. Quickly changing into a pair I slung a towel over my shoulder, dropped my toilet bag in the bathroom and was back down stairs A quick stop at the bar/kitchen where I filled a large glass with ice, splashed it half full with Grey Goose and topped it up with fresh orange -- picked up my Marlboros and lighter and deposited myself on a sun bed. A quick slurp of the most refreshing drink in the world, a cigarette lit up and I was relaxing with the sunglasses down and my eyes closed. I spent the next hour relaxing -- up for a swim, either up and down the pool or just floating in the sun -- back to the lounger and occasionally back inside to replenish my drink -- after a while I dozed off. I woke up and after looking at my watch realised I had been asleep for about two hours -- it was still hot and I stretched on the lounger and lay back feeling totally at one with the world. The silence that had accompanied me on arrival, save for the waves which could just about be heard was no longer there -- I could hear voices and determined that they were coming from the garden of the villa next door. Cursing the interruption of my own private heaven I got up and walked back towards the villa with my glass. The bar/kitchen had a side window and as I topped up my glass with more ice, Grey Goose and Orange Juice I looked out. The villa next door did not have a pool but had a very large garden -- about 50 yards away two sun loungers had been set up and I could see two women sunbathing and chatting. They were both in their fifties and had set up the loungers with a table between them and were enjoying a bottle (or three by the looks of it) of white wine. Both women were sunbathing topless and I could see that one had very full breasts with brown nipples which, as she laid back had dropped to either side of her body. Her companion by contrast had very small boobs but again with very pert nipples -- both women were big hipped and carried a little excess weight. My immediate thoughts were annoyance at the disturbance of my relaxation but also a slight pleasure at having such nice things to look at and indeed as I looked them I felt a stirring and I believe my cock actually twitched a little. I selected a book from the bookcase and walked back out with my drink. One of the women looked over and called out "ola" to which I waved back. I settled down again. A little later I had been for a couple of further swims and the evening was approaching. I had got decidedly hungry and had intended to go down to a tapas bar in the town and have something. I decided however that this was something I could do later in the week and as it was still hot I wanted to stay out as much as possible. I decided to make myself a snack and put together some chicken, fresh bread and salad which I brought out to the terrace and set up on the table, returning with a lovely bottle of white wine. As I sat down I noticed that the ladies next door were packing up, putting their bikini tops back on and as they walked back to their villa on the other side of the wall they both looked over and waved -- I responded with "Boa Tarde" and "Com Esta" in my best Portugese and they came closer -- once we were within four feet or so of each other and they started to speak I realised that they were Germans -- they had no English and I had no German. By sign language we determined that they were renting the villa and that they were also there for a week. We both worked out that we thought the area and the weather was lovely although the gestures from the ladies indicated that they felt it was too hot. They made disappointed faces and pointed to their garden miming swimming and I got the impression that they were unhappy at not having a pool. I waved my hand towards my pool and muttered something about anytime they wanted a swim they were welcome -- I wasn't sure they understood but I know that "Ja Ja" and "danke" was said by them several times. They retired to their villa. I finished my snack and cleared up -- I then showered and changed and drove down to my friend's bar where I had a few drinks and met up with some people I know who were local. When I got back it was about 11.00 and still extremely hot even though it was dark. I opened the doors and stepped out on to the terrace after putting the pool and pool area lights on -- once again the pool looked really inviting, this time illuminated from within -- I was glad I had wanted to have those lights installed -- it really made the pool look good. I had another drink and sat and looked at the water. "Sod it! -- I came to relax and I was going to" -- I went inside to get my shorts and towel and finding them still wet I picked up another towel and walked back out. Undressing quickly I dived in to the pool feeling the water cool and refreshing on my naked body. I swam several lengths and then floated on my back enjoying the relaxation. After about 15 minutes I was just contemplating whether to stay in or come out when the two ladies came out on to their terrace next door -- they looked at me again and we waved. They came over to the wall and I swam to the edge of the pool nearest them. Again the sign language from which I gathered they had stayed in and had a meal -- they still gestured that it was too hot even though it was late and looked really jealous when I splashed the water and said "nice" One of them then mimed swimming and pointed to them both and to me -- I eventually worked out that they were inviting them selves for a swim -- I nodded and said "of course" whereupon one of them left and two minutes later came back with a couple of bottles of champagne and three glasses. The wall between the gardens was quite low and they successfully managed to climb over despite their evident tipsiness and the fact that neither of then could be termed athletic. Once over they opened the bottle, poured out the glasses and put them on the side of the pool. They then proceeded to remove their sarongs and both came down the steps in bikinis to join me in the water. It was at that point that I remembered I was naked. Initially they both stayed in the shallow end after collecting a drink each -- I stayed further up the pool and drank my champagne wondering if this was going to be embarrassing. Once they had finished their drinks they topped up the glasses again and began to move around the pool a bit more. They were chatting to each other in German and occasionally would smile at me and say "nice -- cool -- wunderbar" to which I responded with a smile. We had also got as far as introducing each other and the larger lady was called Ellen and the smaller one Greta. Ellen was obviously a good swimmer -- she had finished her drink and was swimming up and down the pool stopping now and then to chat. At the opposite end of the pool she said something to Greta and then dived down into the water and proceeded to swim two lengths underwater coming back up next to Greta at the end she had started from. When she surfaced she looked at me and smiled and said something to her friend whose face looked shocked initially and then they both smiled at each other. Greta got out of the pool and opened the second bottle -- instead of walking around the pool she got back in with their glasses and standing in the shallow end she filled them up -- she then gestured to me to come and get some more champagne so I picked up my glass and swam over -- she filled my glass and then Ellen raised her glass and said "prost" to which we all responded. Greta was looking at me and started to talk in German which I did not understand -- I was attentively trying to listen and did not notice that Ellen had moved round to behind me. As we chatted and tried to make sense of what each other was saying I felt a hand on the side of my thigh which slowly moved round to my front and grasped my cock -- instantly it stiffened and her hand started to move back and forth pulling back my foreskin and rubbing with her thumb along the tip of my helmet -- I looked round and she was smiling - I put my glass on the side and slipped my hand around her ample waist. She did the same with her glass and transferred her other had so that both were now on my cock. I reached round behind her and undid her bikini top releasing her huge breasts -- I sucked hungrily on her nipple and it rose stiff and erect. My other hand slid down her front and into her pants where I found a very hairy pussy which as soon as I extended my finger seemed to grab me in its wetness. She pulled away, removed her undone bikini top and reached down and took off her bottoms. While she was doing this I looked round for Greta and saw her sitting on the pool steps staring at us with the widest eyes I had ever seen. Ellen came towards me, put her hands on my shoulders and swung her legs around my hips -- removing one hand she reached down and took hold of my cock and guided it into her -- she then slid down its full length until we were locked together. I started to thrust slowly at first grabbing her arse cheeks and pulling her on to me but as I built up a rhythm with her legs floating on the water I was able to support her and fuck her very hard at the same time. Her huge breasts bobbed about on the water with the nipples sticking out erect and proud. I was really enjoying the feel of her tight pussy as my cock slid in and out and she was moaning and had thrown her head back and her legs were clamped tight around my waist. I felt two hands on my shoulders from behind and they slid down my back and were rubbing my arse -- one finger stroked up and down my arse crack and then the hand moved down between my legs and cupped my balls as I thrust in and out of Ellen. I looked over my shoulder and saw Greta and she leaned in and kissed me with her tongue deep in my throat. Holding Ellen with one arm I moved my hand back and found a smooth pussy with huge labia -- I parted them and pushed a finger a little way in. This was fantastic! Greta let go of me and moved round to Ellen -- she cupped one boob in her hand and sucked on her erect nipple while I fucked her hard -- Ellen was really moaning by now and the attention to her tits was sending her over the edge -- I could not hold out much longer and, pulling Ellen to me I came with full force shooting deep inside her. We ended up sitting on the pool steps recovering from what had been a wonderful experience -- I went to bed that night thinking about what had happened and wondering what the rest of the week had to offer. Holiday of Surprises - Day 02 I awoke the next morning with a hangover and in a confused state – my cock was sore from the previous night's activities and I made my way to the shower. I had taken very great care when I refurbished the villa with all sorts of items and one of my favourites was the two showers which I had installed. They were massive cabinets big enough t practically lie down in and the showers were powerful and had a multitude of jets. I set the shower to drizzle and let the huge shower head pour warm water slowly over me as I soaped myself and gradually came awake and into the day – once cleansed I then adjusted the setting to massage and eight jets came out of the wall with very powerful sprays which played on to areas of my back relaxing and soothing the knots and tension which a busy lifestyle leaves you with especially when hard work is the order of the day. I began to feel much better. Finally, after adjusting the nozzles on the wall I stood with two jets spraying hard, one on each nipple and the other six arranged around my cock and balls – my cock rose under this stimulation and I could feel two hard sprays on the end of my helmet while the other four sent jets into my balls. I stood with the jets stimulating me and slowly took my hard cock in my hand and pulled at it gently for what seemed like ages until I spurted four or five cum jets of my own. I washed and went back to the bedroom where I put on a T shirt and shorts and flip flops. Downstairs I put some coffee on and cleared up while it brewed. I poured a large mug and went out to the terrace with a cigarette and sat in the sun. It was 9.30 and already 80 degrees. I looked across to the garden and two loungers were set out but as yet they were empty. I picked up my book and read for an hour then closed up the villa and went down to the town as I had to meet with Jose in his office to sign some papers on a new development I had bought into with Luis. He persuaded me to join him for lunch and we spent a pleasant three hours in a restaurant on the beach with a meal of fresh fish bread and salad washed down with two bottles of great white Portugese wine. Part of the discussion was about me coming out permanently as I could run my business from here and there were also other areas which interested me as money making opportunities. By the time I left a lot had been talked about and I had agreed to have dinner with Jose's wife and him and a "friend" on the next night who Jose assured me was lovely and keen to meet me. By the time I got back to the villa it was 3.30 in the afternoon – I changed into swim shorts and spent an hour in the pool. Still no sign of the ladies although the loungers looked as though they had been occupied during my absence. Time passed and after swimming, lounging and drinking it was about 6.30 – I went back into the villa and showered and changed into a shirt and shorts again. I came downstairs and watched TV for about an hour – I was just contemplating what to do for dinner when there was a knock at the door – I opened it and there was Greta in a dress looking very attractive. She had been working out what to say obviously in the best English she could muster and it came out as "you like dinner with us?" I smiled and said "Ja danke" and she held out her hand – I locked the villa and she led me next door to their place and took me into a lounge with large leather settees and a big dining table set for three with bread, salad and wine in evidence. Ellen was in the kitchen, also in a dress and she smiled and said "ola" as we walked in. I sat on the settee and was given a very chilled glass of excellent champagne and the ladies shortly joined me with theirs. Ellen smiled and pointed at her watch and held up 5 fingers which I presumed meant dinner will be soon. We sat a little awkwardly as there was effectively no ability to communicate – it was a little ironic as the previous night we had been exploring each other like people who had know each other for a long time. We managed a little conversation before and during dinner and it became quite funny to try to work out what the conversations were supposed to be – we laughed a lot, helped by the copious quantities of alcohol and the evening was becoming a very enjoyable social occasion. After dinner we retired to the settees and Greta produced an excellent bottle of Hine cognac which went very well with the coffee. The conversation continued in its stilted way until Greta and Ellen started on an intense conversation during which time they looked at me now and then. Finally Greta got up and came over to my chair – she leaned down and kissed me on the lips and then stood back and said the word "show?" I did not understand, wondering if it was a German word so I shrugged my shoulders as if to convey I did not know what she meant. She said again "show?" and again I shrugged. Greta looked across at Ellen and she then got up and joined her friend and looked at me and said "show?" After that she took Greta in her arms and kissed her on the mouth, a kiss which Greta returned with enthusiasm. She looked at me – "show – you watch?" I nodded my head. The settees and chairs had been arranged around a large white rug on which sat a coffee table – both ladies removed the table and placed my brandy, my coffee and the bottle on a table placed to the side of my large leather armchair. They then removed several scatter cushions and dotted them about the rug. After refilling the glasses they came over to me and holding out their hands helped me to my feet. Greta unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down followed by my shirt being taken off and neatly folded put to one side – they then sat me back down naked on he chair and passed me the brandy and a cigar which Ellen lit and gave to me. Ellen pressed a remote control and some music came on and played quietly – classical – I couldn't place it for a moment and then recognised it as Schubert. The two women proceeded to the centre of the rug and knelt down opposite each other. They kissed and with their arms wrapped about each other started to touch each others breasts and caress each other. Slowly and almost in time to the music they took each others dresses off. Two ladies, one considerably larger than the other both in bra and panties were kissing and touching and caressing – it was stunning and soon my cock was rock hard. Greta lay back on the rug, one cushion under her head and another in the small of her back – Ellen reached underneath her and undid her bra pulling it off and tossing it to one side. She cupped Greta's small breasts and sucked on a nipple, tweaking the other expertly with her thumb and forefinger. I watched them rise stiff and erect as Ellen played with them much to Greta's pleasure. After a while she slowly worked her way down Greta's body – kissing and nibbling at her and then slid her panties off and again tossed them to one side. Greta's legs were gently parted and the thick labia protruding from the perfectly smooth mons were clearly visible – Ellen sat up and with one hand parted the labia and with the other started to stroke her inner lips up and down finishing on the clitoris. Great started to squirm and the squirming increased when Ellen pushed her head between Greta's legs and licked and nibbled on her while her hands strayed upwards to work on Greta's nipples. This went on for about half an hour and during that time Greta slowly came in wave after wave shuddering and panting – each time she came near to a climax Ellen would relax her activity and time and time again she took her to the brink – finally she set to with a will and Greta was gone – she was screaming now and pushing Ellen's head deep between her thighs, rushing towards a huge and greatly satisfying climax. Greta lay there panting and Ellen then rose and came over to me – still in her underwear she knelt down between my legs and began to pull on my cock with long slow strokes – one hand cupped my balls as the strokes increased in speed and I noticed she was gently squeezing them as she pumped my huge hard dick. Eventually the inevitable happened and I came with five or six huge spurts. Ellen reach over for a tissue from a box on the table and wiped my cock. She then refilled the glasses and poured more coffee and returned to the rug where she lay down. Over the next half hour I watched a repeat performance with the roles reversed Greta was now in charge and she was as expert as her companion. The bra came off as before and Ellen's massive breasts were caressed, teased, sucked, nibbled and rubbed before Greta headed down and removed Ellen's huge panties to expose an extremely hairy pussy the foliage on which extended up her stomach and down between her arse cheeks. The second show was better as Greta seemed to me to be the more expert – she was able to work Ellen up to an absolute frenzy and then by easing off calm her down and once again the waves were in evidence – in addition I was able to watch Greta from the rear as she bent over and I must admit her pussy looked so sweet with those huge labia it was all I could do not to plunge into her as she pleasured Ellen. As before the performance came to a very noisy crescendo and the activity I watched has caused my cock to rise once more. This time both ladies came over to my chair and kneeling on either side they took my hard cock in their hands and either separately or together licked and sucked along its whole length - occasionally one would suck on my balls and the other my cock and then they would swap – I lay back and enjoyed every second of it and it was not very long before I came again – this time however there was nothing to clean up – as I arched my back Greta clamped her mouth over the end of my cock and every drop of cum went deep into her throat. She slowly slid her mouth of the end and checking to make sure she had cleaned everything, leant across me and kissed Ellen full on the mouth for at least a minute. When the kiss ended they both looked at me and smiled and opened their mouths and I could see that my cum was in both – as if on a signal they simultaneously swallowed. That night I hopped back over the garden fence – the first two days had been exciting and different – what would the rest of the week bring?