Two weeks after Monica came home from her surfing holiday my mother suggested that I might like to go up and stay with Jessica and surf. My mother still didn't know what went on up there but Monica had told me and I wanted to go. I was a year older than Monica and I had met Jessica a few times. I have to admit I lusted after her -- she had a nice figure and was very attractive and we got on well. For quite a while after her visits I masturbated visualising her naked on my bed. The idea that I would go and stay with her and actually see her naked was really exciting.
The moment I arrived at her house she and Brett told me that dressing was optional. They went to their bedroom and came back to the kitchen with nothing on at all. There was Jessica, the woman of my dreams standing in front of me naked. My imagined vision of her was not far from reality -- I got her breasts right but her pussy had a lot more hair on it than I imagined. I still had the hots for her. I watched as she moved round the kitchen and bent over -- I could see her crack. Did she do that on purpose? The tease.
We went down to the beach and Jessica introduced me to some of her friends who were about my age sitting in front of the clubhouse. I sat down on my towel and chatted with some of them for a while. I wasn't conscious being naked myself but I was conscious of the fact that everywhere I was seeing these naked chicks. The must've been fifteen or so and I couldn't take my eyes off them. For the last ten years of my life I had been mentally undressing huge numbers of girls who were fellow students and I had been ogling their imaginary breasts and here all of a sudden I didn't have to do that. I could just look. It didn't seem to matter what size or shape was on display, I thought they looked good. Some of the girls saw me looking in their direction and smiled back.
The girls weren't just sitting on their towels or lying on them -- they were walking around without a care in the world. I began analysing just what I was looking at. The ones who had shaved and there were plenty of them just showed their slit. Was this all they spent their time covering up -- it wasn't sexy or interesting at all. The girls who had hairy bushes -- some looked more interesting even though they were showing less. Perhaps that hairy triangle was designed to stimulate your imagination as to what could not be seen. A few of them were sitting cross-legged and you could see the slits but nothing more. What you really wanted to see was still hidden. I still hadn't seen where my dick was going to go. I kept hoping that one of them would expose herself but it never happened.
My luck changed when a beautiful Italian girl, Francesca, who I had met on the train coming up, came over. I think she was already attracted to me just from talking to me on the train but she was quite excited to see somebody she knew. She sat in front of me cross-legged and momentarily all I could do was look at her magnificent breasts. While I was doing that she was eyeing my dick then she looked up at me and smiled. It was lust at first sight. I don't know exactly what turned her on but she seemed to have the hots for me. I nearly fell off my perch when her hands moved down to her lustrous black bush and separated her lips revealing a nice juicy clitoris. She was sure making her intentions clear.
She mentioned on the train how her life had been turned upside down in a crazy turn of events. Apparently it had been arranged by her parents that she would be the trophy wife for a very rich Italian businessman. She had fallen for his good looks and she was looking forward to making love with him for the first time on their wedding day. All she could think about was the wedding night. It was on her mind constantly. She could not believe it when he was arrested by the police red-handed with millions of dollars' worth of drugs. She was told that he would probably never get out of jail and that the wedding was off. She cried herself to sleep for a few nights and then decided to get on with life. For weeks she had been dreaming of making love with him, then it was all over and she decided to make her dream come true -- married or unmarried. She looked at me and smiled again. Her every action indicated that she was available.
"Do you have a surfboard?"
"No, but I love to surf. Let's go out and surf -- the waves look good."
With that Francesca grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet and we ran to the surf. We waded out and then swam beyond where the waves broke. As we were waiting to catch a wave Francesca pulled me towards her and kissed me and I mean kissed. She was more passionate than any other girl I had ever kissed. I don't know how long we were doing that when her hand reached down and grabbed my dick and started to move up and down. I took the opportunity to reach down between her legs and massage her clitoris. Most of the other girls on the beach seem ed to have very little flesh between the lips but not Francesca -- I couldn't see them, so I can't describe them but I can tell you from feeling that she was well endowed in that department. The moment I actually put my finger on her clitoris her eyes rolled back and I could see that she was well on the way to have an orgasm. She held me tight and then it came. When the last spasm had gone, she pulled me closer to her and said, "Thank you. I needed that."
We caught the next wave in and went back to our towels.
"I've got to go back and have lunch with Uncle Vince. He wants to introduce me to some Italian friend who is looking for a wife but it won't be me. I'm coming back for you. I'll give you a ring when I get back."
I had lunch and a nap and went back down for some more surfing. Just before dinner my phone rang and an excited voice said, "You're in luck. Vince got a phone call and has to go away for three days. He was supposed to look after me but now that the cat's away, the mice can play. I'll meet you at the clubhouse in 10 minutes."
I don't think I've ever seen anybody as excited as Francesca. She looked terrific as she walked towards me with her rather large breasts and a large black hairy triangle between her legs. It was the smile on her face that did the trick. As we got closer, she ran the last few steps and kissed me. I could feel her breasts against my chest and how warm they were. She grabbed me by the hand and led me back to Vince's house. Without asking she poured me a glass of red, "This is the best that the Vince has -- it is really good."
She pinched my cheek and led me into the bedroom. It was only then that it struck me that she had used some very good perfume on her body.
"Tonight is my first time and I want it to be special. When you enter me I want to say, "Ti amo, Ti amo, Ti amo." That means in Italian, I love you, I love you, I love you."
I was happy to be the most willing sacrificial lamb in history. Francesca laid herself out on a plate and waited for me to enjoy her, one morsel at a time. First we kissed and then my hands massaged her breasts and I kissed and sucked her nipples until she was wriggling uncontrollably and led my hand down to her clitoris. She was so sensitive, I couldn't believe it. I only touched her for a few seconds and she had an orgasm. More kissing.
"You want to look?" How did she know what I wanted to do? I was dying to look at her pussy. Her perfume and the aroma of pussy mixed together to make a scent that drew you in closer and closer. When my eyes had had their fill it was time for my tongue to taste. As I looked down, the sight of a black forest cake came to mind. There was a magnificent black forest on both sides of her pink slit and somewhere in there was a cherry. My tongue tentatively touched her clitoris and she visibly gave a start and I licked more and more. Francesca began to writhe in pleasure and I sensed that she would within a few seconds be having an orgasm when, in a manoeuvre that happened so quickly that I was unaware of what was happening, Francesca had lifted my tongue from her clitoris and somehow got the tip of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. She was so wet and there was no barrier and I more or less just slipped straight in but I remembered to say, "Ti amo, Ti amo, Ti amo" just as she said the same. The top half of my body was clasped into her bosom while the bottom half of my body was locked into her black forest cake looking for the cherry. Francesca had a serene look on her face and moved her bottom a few times and was convulsed in an orgasm.
"Did you cum?"
"No."
"You've got to cum. If you don't cum, I have failed. If I don't have an orgasm, you have failed. Just move slowly and gently. I want to feel you moving inside me."
I don't know why but it felt really good to pull out and push in hard - perhaps because it felt very masculine. When my loins crashed into hers and I knew that my dick could not go in any farther, that felt good. I didn't last very long -- just a few strokes and I knew I was coming. Francesca smiled as she felt the spasms in my dick and when they stopped, she gave me a big kiss.
