Lily’s normal life was dull and unchallenging—and seriously lacking in exciting sex! But when she goes on vacation in Italy, Lily finally feels free to explore a whole new side of herself…with the help of her hostess, Gianna.

Before her trip is over, Lily will experience things she never imagined—such as a scandalous tryst with a stranger, a night of pleasure with her fellow houseguests, and so much more…

Tuscan Freedom

Ruthie Michaels

www.spice-books.co.uk

Lily was on vacation.

As she drove through the Italian countryside her thoughts wandered with the freedom of a traveler. Her life at home was flavored by monotonous ritual.

She propped her chin in her hand and let out a sigh that was at odds with the golden light spilling around her. While she loved her veterinary practice in San Diego, it didn’t offer the challenges she seemed to be yearning for. Even her last boyfriend had sensed it in her.

Lily remembered lying spread-eagled on her bed, with Derrick working on her with his tongue for over an hour before giving up. Flipping her over, he’d quickly fucked her doggy style as he growled in her ear, “Well, I guess you can just satisfy yourself if you’re not going to let me do it.”

He had stormed off after that and she hadn’t heard from him since. The passion she once felt for him was missing, and she just couldn’t fake it for him. She couldn’t even muster up the energy to try to win him back. She let his memory go with an inward shrug.

When her old college acquaintance, Gianna, had e-mailed her from Italy asking when she was finally going to come for a visit, Lily figured it was time to take a much-needed vacation. She would be thirty next year, and if she didn’t do it now she was afraid that she would wake up one morning and find she had never done anything impulsive or out of the ordinary.

She probably never thought I would actually book a ticket and get my butt out here, Lily thought to herself. She grabbed the map off the seat beside her and quickly scanned it again. The turn should be coming up at any moment. Sure enough, in a few hundred yards Lily saw a faded wooden signpost along the dusty dirt road.

Casa Liberta, it read. Here we go, thought Lily, my home for the next two glorious weeks. She guided the car onto the even smaller rutted track leading off the main road. It snaked up a small hill, and when Lily crested the ridge she caught her breath in surprise. Before her was spread a gorgeous Tuscan hillside bathed in the soft yellow of grain and the dusky greens of foliage. Tucked into the side of the hill was an old three-story house complete with wooden doors and stone masonry. A path led from the back of the villa down to a lovely azure pool with a scattering of teak loungers around it. The water looked cool and shimmery in the warmth of the late afternoon.

Lily hadn’t even finished parking the car before her hostess raced out through the front door, calling her name. Gianna was an energetic bundle, barely five foot three, with perfectly straight, jet-black hair that came down past her shoulders. Her dark-chocolate eyes were sparkling with excitement as she clasped her hands together in front of her ample chest.

“Lila! Lila! I’m so glad you have finally arrived! We have been waiting all afternoon for you—you have kept us on pins and splinters,” Gianna cried.

Lily grinned. She remembered Gianna’s pet name for her, a result of a too loud jukebox upon their first meeting. Lily hadn’t the heart to correct Gianna for two weeks after they’d met, and when she finally explained her name was Lily and not Lila, it was too late. The name Lila was stuck in Gianna’s head, and Lila she would be.

“It’s pins and needles, silly, not pins and splinters,” she said with a laugh. Gianna grasped her by the upper arms and pulled her into an embrace, soundly kissing her on both cheeks. Lily was surprised at how beautiful her friend had become over the years. Her college awkwardness had evaporated and left a sultry, coy beauty in its place. Her lush curves combined with her small-boned frame left one thinking of the great Italian beauty, Sophia Loren.

“Oh, you are so beautiful, so American with your blonde hair! I forget it is this color!” Gianna squealed, driving her soft hands into Lily’s mass of long curls. “The boys will love you, I make no mistake. And I think you will love the boys, too, no? They are very nice boys.” Gianna winked, her hands lingering at the nape of Lily’s neck.

Confused, Lily glanced over Gianna’s shoulder and saw that two men had just walked out the open doorway. Lily caught herself staring. Boys? Surely Gianna was kidding, because these two were both all-man. Trying to determine which one was more attractive, she began a mental checklist. Number One was tall and lean, at least six foot four, with shoulder-length dark hair and a broad, sensual mouth.

Lily liked a man with a nice mouth.

Number Two was about four inches shorter, but with bulging biceps and shoulders.

Lily also enjoyed a nice set of arms.

They’re always so nice to hold on to when he climbs on… Lily shook her head. Ten minutes in paradise and she was already imagining herself in bed with Gianna’s friends! Feeling the familiar but almost forgotten tingle of desire, she was suddenly sure that coming here was the right decision.

“Come, come, Marco and Tomasso will get your things for you. Come inside and get a drink. You must be exhausted after your drive from Florence.” Gianna guided Lily with a soft arm across the shoulders. Her hair was a dark waterfall down her back and Lily was surrounded by the soft, velvety scent of Gianna’s perfume. It reminded her of warm skin and spicy fruit.

“Did you find the place all right? Tommy here is always saying I need to replace the sign on the lane, but I like to make things difficult for visitors, you know?” Gianna reached out a hand and casually caressed the man’s chest as she passed him. “If I make it too easy, then I will have too many, you see? Before you came, I only wanted two.” Gianna’s full lips quirked and her eyes sparkled evocatively. She slid her gaze toward the two men and Lily raised her eyebrows questioningly. Surely Gianna didn’t mean she wanted both men in that way…did she? Gianna only giggled in response to the unspoken query.

Lily wondered at the presence of the handsome men at the villa. Number One seemed to be Marco and Number Two, Tomasso. Glancing down at Gianna’s lush figure, she was aware that either man would be lucky to be naked with a woman with Gianna’s combination of killer curves and evident passion. Lily watched Marco’s eyes follow the same curves she had just perused, and as her eyes locked on his, he winked. She was convinced that he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Blushing, she glanced back toward Tomasso, at the trunk of the car. She just caught the sight of his wet tongue as he licked his lips, his gaze riveted on the backsides of the two women as they entered the villa. She wondered just whose bottom he was lusting after, hers or Gianna’s? Or was it the sight of them side by side?

Gianna squeezed her hand and ran her fingertips softly up the side of Lily’s arm. Lily reluctantly tore her gaze away from Tomasso and looked down at her hostess. Gianna was looking back at the two men while she spoke to Lily. Her voice was husky, her look fiery. “Here we take care of you, Lila. We make sure you get the full Casa Liberta experience.”

Lily also glanced back at the two men. They were standing in the last of the afternoon sun, gazing at them Lily wondered just exactly what “taking care of” meant to Gianna…and if it meant the same thing to the men of the house.

Four glorious, sun-filled days later, Lily still hadn’t figured out which man Gianna might or might not be sleeping with. Tommy and Marco were a constant presence at the villa, cleaning the pool one day, pruning in the garden another. Originally she thought that Gianna and the tall Marco were an item when, on the first day, she spied Gianna’s hand lingering on the back of his neck as they were getting out of the pool. But later that evening she caught Tomasso playfully nipping Gianna’s neck as he brought her a glass of wine on the terrace. And yesterday morning, after a very early run, she’d encountered both men in the hallway outside Gianna’s room. It was only after the exchange of hellos that she remembered their rooms were at the opposite end of the hallway. By the time she turned around to question them they had disappeared down the stairwell.

Lily adjusted her dress in the bathroom mirror and made a mental note to stop trying to pry into Gianna’s love life, and let things be. Before this trip Lily could barely remember what Gianna had looked like. The Italian girl had been in America on an exchange when she began dating a friend of Lily’s cousin. After a drunken night at the local pub, the two women had exchanged information and swore to keep in touch. Surprisingly, they had forged a long distance friendship that had survived for almost eight years without them ever meeting in person again. Gianna had always bugged Lily to come out to Tuscany to visit, but the pressures of setting up her practice had always prevented her.

Now, though, the invitation from Gianna seemed like perfect timing. When she had e-mailed Gianna with her agreement to come she was not surprised when her old friend reacted with excited shock. Lily remembered the velvety purr of Gianna’s voice over the phone as she’d expressed her pleasure at Lily’s upcoming visit. Lily also swore she’d heard male voices in the background, but didn’t think it was her place to ask who it was. Now she knew, and she swore again to put a damper on her curiosity.

And to keep her tongue in her mouth every time Marco and Tommy were lying by the pool in their tight briefs.

This evening her host had invited a few friends over for a meal to meet her houseguest, and Lily had to admit that the dinner had been lively and entertaining. On a quick break from the party held in her honor, she had nipped into the upstairs washroom to straighten up.

Lily prepared to rejoin the guests on the downstairs terrace adjoining the dining room. Paulo and Adrianna were neighbors from across the lane to the south, while Stephan was a visiting Frenchman who was staying with Paulo and his wife for the season. Rounding out the table were, of course, Marco and Tomasso.

Lily could feel the tension and stress of North American life slipping from her with each day that she spent at the villa, lounging by the pool and eating the fabulous treats Marco and Tomasso prepared. Lily smiled to herself as she noted that neither of the women had yet to trouble themselves with cooking an actual meal for the men. Gianna certainly has them well trained, she thought. I wonder what else they’d be good at.

Lily blushed. Imagine, two men at once! She turned and left the elegant washroom. Turning to the left, she prepared to walk around the hallway and return to the stairs leading to the level below. The old Italian home was built in the classical tradition, in a two-story square with all the rooms surrounding an inner courtyard. Gianna’s parents, however, had converted the courtyard to a modern kitchen and placed a roof over the area. Now from the second floor hallway one could look down into the kitchen through the small, narrow inner windows evenly spaced along the hall. Gianna said her mother loved for the whole house to be infused with the smells of dinner cooking, and that was why the courtyard worked better as a kitchen than as an outdoor area.

Lily heard a low murmuring as she walked down the length of one hall. The staircase was directly opposite the washroom, and as she turned the corner, she glanced down into the kitchen. She was stopped short by what she saw.

Gianna and Marco were in the kitchen, standing in profile to Lily’s window, locked in a passionate embrace. Marco’s hands were kneading the back of Gianna’s red skirt, pulling it up higher and higher as he kissed her neck. When his hands came around to the front and pulled away her red blouse Lily stifled a gasp. Gianna was gorgeous. Her breasts were large and perfectly round. The nipples were dark red and stood stiffly as Marco laved them with his tongue.

Gianna threw her head back in ecstasy, and Lily quickly stepped back into the hallway so as to not be seen. Well, now she knew which man Gianna was seeing, she thought. Even with this new knowledge, she didn’t stop watching the lovers from her vantage point.

Marco was now backing Gianna up against the large butcher-block kitchen table. His hands left her breasts and cupped her buttocks through her thin skirt. He bunched up the material and hiked it up quickly over her hips. With an easy motion he lifted her onto the table. Lily could see that Gianna’s hands were busy at Marco’s waist, and soon she shoved his black trousers down over his hips. Lily’s eyes widened at the size of Marco’s cock. No wonder Gianna was always so happy in the morning, if that was what she was getting at night. It stood at full attention and he groaned as Gianna stroked her hand along the length of it. She spread her legs and leaned back on the table, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted Marco to do to her.

Before Marco could do as asked, Lily watched in horror as the door to the kitchen opened and Tomasso walked in. Lily’s face turned bright hot in sympathetic embarrassment for her friend. Caught in the act! And in the kitchen, no less.

But Gianna didn’t seem to be concerned. She smiled like a cat with the cream at Tomasso.

“Hmmm…you, too, Tomasso? You couldn’t wait for tonight?” She straightened up off the table and placed a hand on Marco’s chest to push him slightly back. She grasped his cock again and began to stroke it once more as her other hand played lightly over her own breasts. “Our guests will begin to wonder where we all went.”

Tomasso began to unbuckle his belt as he moved closer to the couple in the kitchen. “They are being entertained nicely by the Frenchman. They will not notice we are gone.” His voice had turned raspy as he gazed at Gianna’s breasts on display before him. Finally his member sprang free, as hard and rigid as Marco’s. The girth of the man shocked Lily. When Gianna reached out and grabbed him in the same area Lily was admiring, she began to truly understand. Watching her friend stroking both men, she knew. Gianna was sleeping with both men-and both men knew it! Not only that, it looked as if she was no stranger to pleasuring both at the same time.

Lily knew she should make her way as silently as possible to the staircase and get back to the dinner party. But as Gianna slipped to her knees and took Marco into her mouth, she was fascinated and unable to look away. Alternating between Tomasso and Marco, Gianna worked hard, sucking and licking both shafts at a furious pace. Lily could see her throat and cheeks working as she sucked them off. She greedily took Tommy into her mouth for the second time and he groaned aloud. Marco leaned down and roughly pulled her skirt down and off, and hauled her to her feet. Tommy’s cock pulled out of her mouth with an audible pop. Gianna groaned in frustration, but that quickly turned to desire as Marco lifted her onto the table and slid his hands between her thighs. Without her skirt, Gianna was spread-eagled on the table in full view of Lily’s entranced gaze. Marco’s fingers slid in and out of her shiny cleft at a quick rhythm. Gianna leaned back on her elbows with her mouth open in pleasure. Tomasso began to suck on her breasts, causing her to squirm.

Lily began to breathe rapidly. She could feel herself getting wet. The sight below her, Gianna spread-eagled, two men pleasuring her at the same time, was enough to turn even the most prudish woman on. She leaned against the deep frame as one hand slid down her skirt between her legs. Marco bent his head between Gianna’s legs and began to lick and suckle her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her.

“You like to watch?” The whispered voice startled Lily and a small gasp escaped her lips. The threesome downstairs were too wrapped up in their lovemaking to notice the small noise, however. A large hand came up and covered Lily’s mouth. “Shhh, they will hear you and know that you have been watching.”

Lily was not quite sure who it was who had caught her in her voyeurism. The voice was low, rough. Was it Paulo? Stephan? The accent didn’t sound French, but she couldn’t tell. She gasped as the hand left her mouth and traveled down to gently squeeze her right breast.

“Does it turn you on? To watch them? To watch her pleasure them and be pleasured?”

Lily nodded. She could feel the man behind her, his form was pressed up against her, pinning her to the frame of the window she looked through. His hands began to travel up and down her chest, spanning her waist and curving over her hips.

“What were you about to do? You looked like you were enjoying it. Were you going to pleasure yourself while you watched?”

Lily bit her lip, now suddenly shy. The hands came up and cupped her neck. He turned it to one side and she felt warm lips nip her. They traveled wetly down to her collarbone. She saw dark hair, but all the men here had dark hair, even Stephan. The light was so dim she was still unsure who was kissing her.

“Watch.” he breathed. Suddenly, Lily felt his hands pulling her skirt up from behind. She gasped again and reached back to grab the hands. They briefly left her clothes and grasped her own, pressing them to the wall on either side of her. “Watch, mi amore, just watch.” He accompanied the whispered words with a soft kiss on the shell of her ear, his tongue tracing another path down her hairline. Lily gave up fighting and gave in. The sight below her was too arousing, too shocking to resist. The powerful hands now stroking her ass through her panties sent shivers up her spine. She looked down again at the trio below her as the hands hooked her panties and began to pull them down over her hips.

Marco looked up from his labors over Gianna’s wet pussy. He and Tomasso shared a look. Quickly, Marco stood up and plunged his cock deep into Gianna. Gianna moaned and hitched her hips up as she took him all. Marco leaned over and scooped her up off the table as she wrapped her legs around him. He stood and turned with her riding him still. Cupping his hands under her luscious bum he began bouncing her up and down on his member. Small cries of pleasure began to escape Gianna, and Marco silenced these with his mouth. He turned, backing himself onto the table, where he sat, placing Gianna’s knees on either side of him. She began to ride him in earnest, grasping her breasts and holding them up to his face. Marco obliged, and nipped and sucked at the bountiful beauty before him. As Gianna leaned forward, she reached over and grasped Tomasso’s shaft again by the hand.

“My little Tommy, I cannot leave you out. Bring it to me, I want it in my mouth,” she said to the fully erect man standing by the table. She then leaned over and sucked him into her mouth again. Tomasso put his hands on either side of her head, forcing her to take him even farther into her mouth. He then guided her head up and down, faster and faster, taking his pleasure by fucking her mouth.

Lily’s unknown lover pressed up against her now bare buttocks. She could feel his rigid cock against the cleft of her ass. She gasped as she felt hands pull her hips back and a foot slide between her own.

“Wider, spread your legs!” the voice commanded, and Lily obeyed. She felt fingers slide deliciously between her ass cheeks and find her cleft warm and wet. A murmur of approval followed this discovery. Then she felt the hard tip of a penis begin to enter her. She moaned and leaned back into it. Obliging her, the man thrust himself fully into her until he was buried to the hilt. Lily leaned against the window frame and hung her head. It felt so good, as if she would come if he just moved one more time.

“Watch!” the voice said again. A hand came up into her hair and pulled her head up, while the other circled around to her stomach, bracing her. He began to thrust slowly into her, each one an excruciating exercise in discipline. Into her in one firm stroke, and out in a slow, tortuous silken slide. Lily’s eyes focused in again on the people in the kitchen below.

Tomasso had removed Gianna’s sucking mouth from his cock and was circling around behind her, watching as she rode Marco fast and hard. She sat up and rode him as if she were in a saddle, unabashedly, with her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back. Tomasso came up behind her and she reached an arm back around him, caressing his ass.

“Yes, please, Tommy,” she gasped. She lifted her knees up and leaned forward. Lily gasped in turn as Tomasso came up close behind Gianna and spread her ass cheeks. Gianna stopped riding Marco long enough for Tomasso to gently press his cock right up against her rear entrance. Lily watched as the long thick member slowly disappeared into Gianna’s ass, the movement mimicked by the long cock currently fucking her pussy. Marco was lying on the table, thrusting slowly up into Gianna as she was taken from behind by Tommy. Then the act was complete and Gianna groaned, fully penetrated in both orifices. Marco and Tommy began rocking, each gaining a rhythm. Gianna looked as if she was delirious, mouth open, face straining as she took both men. Lily wondered if it felt as good as it looked.

“Have you ever done that, fucked two men at once?” the voice asked her as he fucked her. Lily shook her head. “But you want to, don’t you?” he chuckled, and began to pound into her harder. Lily again braced herself. Her pussy was so wet she could feel it sucking his cock as he moved. His hands left her hips, where they had been grasping her, and moved to the buttons on her dress. Quickly he unfastened them and lifted her bra up. His hands cupped her breasts, rubbing and pulling on the nipples. Lily rocked with pleasure.

“Look,” he said. “If they only look up, they will see you. See you getting pleasure while you watch them.” Lily knew it was true, knew that she was moments away from getting caught watching her friend in the most intimate of situations. But it felt too good to stop. She watched as Tommy and Marco fucked Gianna and the stranger fucked her, and Lily felt finally free.

Her orgasm rocked her and left her feeling weak. The stranger pounded into her three more times, and from his groan she knew he had finished. He exited her, but Lily was too overcome to try to look at the man now. Quickly receding footsteps told her he was gone.

Looking down, she saw that Gianna had milked Tomasso dry and Marco was wrapped up in the moment of his own orgasm. Her friend looked extremely pleased with herself as she lifted off Marco and allowed Tomasso to pull her skirt up over her hips again.

“You naughty boys, fucking me in my own kitchen. Now I must retire to the washroom to try to fix myself up before attending to my guests again.” She chuckled as she lightly kissed Tomasso on the mouth, while trailing a hand up the still heaving chest of Marco.

Lily straightened. If Gianna was going to fix herself up, that meant she was coming to the washroom directly behind Lily. She would have to pass her, and would quickly figure out that she had witnessed the scene in the kitchen with the two men. Lily quickly fixed her clothes and raced down to the dining room.

Two days later Lily and Gianna lounged by the pool in the early afternoon sunshine. Lily had just emerged from the water after a refreshing swim and was using a soft white bath towel to dry off her hair. She didn’t realize how lovely she looked with the beads of water pebbling on her ivory flesh. Gianna’s eyes traveled appreciatively over her friend’s tight, lean body.

“I like that bikini. You must let me borrow it.” Gianna’s gaze took in the small red two-piece her friend wore. She liked the way the bottom rode up the sides of her friend’s ass, leaving little to the imagination. “Is it cotton?” She reached out and ran a hand over Lily’s hip, up to the ties on the side. Fingering the knot there, she looked inquisitively at Lily.

“Hmm? Yes, I think it is. But Gia, it’s probably much too small in the top for you–not all of us can be as well-endowed as you are!” Lily laughed, but her gaze was still riveted on the small-boned hand still lingering at her thigh. Why did it send such shivers up her spine? And why did she wish Gianna would continue to touch her? Lily watched with a pang as the hand left her body to travel the short distance to Gianna’s own breasts.

“Ah, my friend, these are my greatest asset…and my worst enemy!” Gianna giggled. “Sometimes I swear the men never even see above my collarbone.” She threw her head back with full-throated laughter. Lily watched as her long neck arched backward, pulling the bountiful objects of their discussion upward, straining against her small blue bandeau-style swim top. Lily noticed her rock-hard nipples through the cloth and blushed, hiding her head with the towel under the pretense of drying her hair.

Emerging from under the towel, Lily noticed Gianna’s speculative gaze on her. Her friend cocked her head to one side and inspected Lily.

“I think you need some lotion on your back. You don’t want that skin to burn.” Gianna reached over and picked up the bottle of sunscreen. She motioned for Lily to sit on the teak lounger beside her.

As Lily sat and felt Gianna’s hands on her shoulders, she began to relax again. Her invigorating swim had left her tired and the warmth of her friend’s hands on her was more than welcome. The Italian girl worked the lotion into Lily’s shoulders, kneading and rubbing the muscles much more than was necessary. Lily felt Gianna shift and come to sit behind her on the same chair.

“You were so tense when you came here. Now, you are more relaxing, yes?” Lily smiled at her friend’s English. “Perhaps you need to have a man soon, no? You come here to relax and I say, with someone in your bed, you will relax the most.”

“Mmmm,” she murmured. Gianna’s voice was hypnotic, warm and close. It seemed her lips were delicately brushing Lily’s ear, her body so near Lily could feel the warmth of it against her back, and she swayed in that direction. Lily wondered what Gianna would say if she told her that she had indeed had sex with a man recently. In Gianna’s own house, while watching her friend satisfy two men. And that she herself didn’t even know whom she had fucked that night. The memory of the long hot cock, combined with the feel of Gianna’s capable hands now, created a liquid heat that traveled up her spine, turning her limbs to jelly.

“I do not think you have anything to worry about, for your breasts are lovely.” Gianna’s hands were slipping over Lily’s shoulders, and on each pass they dipped lower over her collarbone to brush the tops of her breasts. Lily held her breath, not sure if she wanted Gianna to stop or to continue touching her. Gianna, not sensing any resistance, reached her hands over and gently caressed Lily’s breasts through the cloth of her swimsuit.

“Yes, they are beautiful.” The hands briefly left her breasts, and Lily could feel the other girl untying the knot at the back of her bikini. Gianna’s breath whispered close in her ear. “I like to see, yes?” She placed her hands on Lily’s shoulders and turned her around to face her. Staring into Lily’s eyes, she hooked her fingers under the skimpy top and pulled it free. Tossing it to the ground, she lightly brushed her fingertips down Lily’s chest. Seeing the limpid desire sparked in Lily’s eyes, Gianna knew she could go further. She loved to touch a woman who had only been with men. They were always surprised.

Gianna cooed and made soft noises as she cupped and caressed Lily’s breasts. Lily tilted her head back and leaned her arms back against the lounger. Her friend’s hands were skilled, rolling and rubbing over her nipples until they were hard little nubs of pleasure. She couldn’t really remember how the two of them had gotten in this position, but knew for sure that she didn’t want to stop. She gasped as a warm, wet mouth closed over her left nipple. Looking down, she saw Gianna’s mouth pressed against her chest, her eyes open and looking up at her. The woman smiled as she tongued Lily’s flesh and lightly bit her nipple. Gianna laughed throatily at Lily’s intake of breath.

Turning her attention to the other breast, Gianna began to work her mouth again. Her hands continued to stroke up and down Lily’s torso. Soon, they began to smooth down over her hips and thighs. Lily’s breath came faster.

“You are so beautiful, Lila.” Lily watched the full red lips speak as they pressed up against the cleavage Gianna created by pushing her breasts together. “I think I know where there is more of you to kiss, okay?” Gianna smiled up at her. She again guided Lily on the chair, pulling her around so she sat on its edge. Gianna tossed Lily’s towel down on the ground and knelt between her knees on it. The Italian began again to kiss and suck on Lily’s nipples, causing Lily to wiggle with anticipation. She couldn’t believe that another woman could make her feel this good’and she wanted more. Perched there with her ass on the edge of the chair and her back arched so her friend could take more of her tits into her mouth, she wanted more.

Gianna’s hands slid down Lily’s body. Her mouth followed, tracing a wet path over Lily’s stomach. Gianna slowly pulled the knots free on either side of Lily’s bikini bottoms. Pulling the wet material away, her friend leaned back to admire Lily’s blondè pussy.

“Sì.” Gianna sighed. Reaching out one hand, she lightly fingered the moist cleft with its small strip of hair at the top. Lily gasped, arching her hips up. Gianna began to stroke her middle finger in and out of Lily, in a beckoning motion. “You like that, yes?”

Lily nodded, unable to really believe that an afternoon swim had come to this—her friend finger fucking her on the lounge chair.

And that wasn’t all. Gianna’s head bent as she moved closer between Lily’s legs. Her hands came up and pushed Lily’s thighs farther apart. One hand then spread the lips of Lily’s pussy apart, baring to her sight the small bud of flesh nestled there. Both women stared at it, quivering. Gianna murmured something in Italian and bent to work.

Her tongue came out, rotating on Lily’s clit like a small motor. Lily’s whole body trembled with the extreme sensations the woman between her legs was causing her. Gianna sucked and pulled on her most sensitive area until Lily wasn’t sure where she ended and Gianna began. Gianna’s tongue pushed in and out of her cunt, now replacing her fingers, now working with them.

Sweat broke out on Lily’s brow and she began to moan uncontrollably. Gianna wrapped her hands around Lily’s hips as she began to buck. Using the tips of her fingers, Gianna kept Lily’s clit exposed to her searching tongue.

“Ah, ah, ahhh!” Lily began to peak. The feelings were explosive. Gianna’s mouth had coaxed from her an orgasm beyond her comprehension. The men in her life had certainly never gone down on her like Gianna had just done. She felt empty, and complete.

Gianna slowly lapped her tongue over Lily’s clit, licking up all the last drops of Lily’s juice. “Mmmm.” Gianna smiled like the cat in the cream. “You taste good. I should have tried you on the first day you arrive here.” Slipping her arms over Lily’s thighs, she smiled up at her friend.

Both women were interrupted by the sound of clapping. Turning, they looked over to find Tomasso and Marco standing at the entrance of the path that led from the pool to the gardens. Both men were leaning against the shrubs, languidly sounding their approval of the show the women had just put on. Lily gasped, while Gianna laughed, a silvery, clear giggle.

“Brava, brava!” Tommy called. Both men showed evidence of their arousal through their thin cotton trousers.

Lily was mortified. She leaped to her feet and hastily grabbed another bath towel, wrapping it around herself. Gianna sat back on her heels and watched her in amusement. Gently stroking her own breasts, she said, “They are eager for us now, Lila. Are you tempted?” She laughed again.

Lily gaped at her friend. Unable to deal with so much at once, she turned and fled into the villa. On her way she heard Gianna call out to the men.

“Ah well, my loves. I will have to deal with you all by myself. Come here to me.”

Lily tossed and turned. Ever since the day by the pool she couldn’t seem to sleep peacefully. Whenever she lay down visions of Gianna bent over her pussy floated through her head. Sometimes she got so worked up she had to pleasure herself in order to get some relief. But the relief was always hollow and short-lived.

The funny thing was she knew that if she only went to Gianna she would be able to recreate the experience and get some satisfaction. Her friend wasn’t pressuring her, though, and she knew that Gianna would never come on to her again, and was instead choosing to give her space and let her come to any further experiences on her own.

Lily couldn’t help but smile. Her friend was a true one. One who didn’t treat her any differently after licking her cunt for an hour. Indeed, when Lily had finally emerged sheepishly from her bedroom that night, Gianna had greeted her with the same kiss on each cheek as always at the dinner hour, and led her to her seat with a smile and without any comment. Even Tommy and Marco were perfect gentleman, neither mentioning the sights they witnessed that afternoon on the terrace.

Lily flipped over on her stomach. The only reason she was in turmoil now was because of herself. She had no on else to blame. If she wanted it, she could have it. She only had to be strong enough to ask for it. Sighing, she flopped onto her back.

Enough was enough. She wasn’t about to spend the last night of her vacation in sleepless irritation. Folding back the covers, she swung her legs out of the bed. Glancing down at her white camisole and panties, she grabbed her short robe and pushed her arms through the sleeves.

It was after midnight, but she had a feeling that Gianna wasn’t asleep.

Tiptoeing down the hallway because she knew Marco and Tomasso both had rooms on this floor, she crossed to Gianna’s chamber. She paused at the portal, and looked down to see a sliver of light spilling out from the room beyond. She smiled. Of course Gianna wouldn’t be asleep on her last night here.

Softly, she tapped on the door, and after hearing a low response, opened it. The room beyond was sumptuous, with a large four-poster bed on the left, complete with curtains and a thick, inviting coverlet. Scattered on the floor were numerous Persian rugs, which complemented the heavy draperies hanging on either side of the two floor-to-ceiling windows beyond the bed. The chamber was lit only with candles and the light of a small fire in the massive fireplace opposite the bed. Gianna was in profile to Lily, relaxing on a chaise in front of the fire. Lily could see her upper body, but the back of the low couch blocked the rest of her from view.

“Lila. I had hoped you would come to visit me tonight.” Gianna smiled. As Lily moved into the room she noticed something moving in Gianna’s lap. Coming closer, she could see over the back of the chaise. It was Marco’s head, moving up and down as he licked Gianna’s pussy.

“I—I’m sorry…I thought…” Lily stammered, blushing. She had thought that Gianna might be waiting for her, but it seemed her friend was already occupied for the night. Lily turned to go and gasped when she came up short against Tomasso’s chest. She hadn’t seen the other man in the room, but he must have been reclining on one of the chairs in the darkness beyond the bed. She heard Gianna speak as she felt Tommy’s hands slowly stroke up her arms.

“Stay, mi amore. We’ve been expecting you. We’ve all been expecting you.”

Sitting in her first-class seat on her return flight home to California, Lily could still feel the blush burning her cheeks. Her memory of her last night in Italy was still a vivid one, unshadowed by the crisp early morning or her drive back to Florence. She could still see Gianna, Marco and Tomasso standing on the front porch of Casa Liberta, each in varying stages of undress, waving and blowing kisses to her as she pulled away. More clear, however, was the memory of the things she had done, and had done to her, in Gianna’s dimly lit bedroom. She wondered why she hadn’t left after hearing Gianna’s boldly spoken invitation, but with the feel of Tomasso’s strong arms lifting her off the floor, she’d felt helpless against the experiences she knew would soon be coming.

As Tommy laid her down on the rug in front of the other couple and slowly peeled her panties off, she’d luxuriated in the warm glances Gianna and Marco gave her. When he bent his head to lap his tongue between her legs in a mirror image of what Marco was doing to Gianna, she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations he was causing her. When Tommy rolled her over gently onto her stomach and pushed her rear into the air, she didn’t even question him. As his mouth again found her most intimate of places she couldn’t help but bring up a hand to rub at her clit in time with his tongue.

Soon, though, she felt a hand at her neck. It guided her head up and she found herself inches from Marco’s large cock. Gianna was kneeling next to Marco, cupping his balls and stroking him. Gianna then guided his shaft into Lily’s mouth, and held a hand at the back of Lily’s head, forcing her to take it all in, to let him fuck her mouth. Lily remembered feeling someone’s hands cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. With her mouth full and her pussy being devoured by Tommy, she’d felt she would die from the shear pleasure of it.

Little did she know, however, that the night was just beginning. Burying her face in a travel magazine to avoid the stares of her fellow passengers, Lily placed her drink order and hoped it would help blur some of the memories that were swirling through her mind. She again recalled the events of the night before.

When Gianna had claimed Marco’s dick with her own mouth, Tommy had flipped Lily back over and, before she could protest at the removal of his mouth, quickly plunged his cock in her to the hilt. Grasping her behind the thighs, he pulled her legs up until her feet were near her ears. Lily felt deliciously exposed. Her head was now almost under Marco’s knees and she had a view directly up to where Gianna’s mouth was working overtime, milking his cock. The Italian girl’s breasts bobbed up and down in time with her thrusts, and Lily couldn’t help but reach out and caress them. Marco chuckled in encouragement.

Grabbing Gianna by the hair, he pulled her off his dick and pushed her down beside Lily. Lily couldn’t believe her boldness when she lowered her legs and pulled Gianna into her embrace. Kissing her deeply, she felt Gianna’s tongue in her mouth and her hands at her own breasts. Gianna sat up and straddled Lily, ignoring Tommy still pumping away at Lily’s pussy behind her. Shifting forward, Gianna placed her knees on either side of Lily’s head and lowered her pussy down onto Lily’s mouth.

For a moment Lily breathed in the scent of her friend before beginning to lap greedily at the cleanly shaved folds of skin. Finding Gianna’s clit with her tongue, Lily grasped Gianna’s buttocks in both hands and set to work. She was vaguely aware that Gianna had resumed her ministrations on Marco’s cock. She knew that Tommy was bringing her to the brink of ecstasy and she tried to bring Gianna with her. Her friend’s muffled cries told her she was successful.

“Would you care for one?” The voice jolted her out of her daydream reverie and Lily almost gasped, thinking the offer was somehow related to her activities of the night before.

“Oh, yes, please. Thank you.” Lily accepted the small platter of chocolate-covered strawberries the handsome stranger in the seat across from her offered.

The color of the fruit reminded her of her friend’s beautiful breasts as she lay with her after Tommy and Marco had both come, one in Lily’s pussy and another in Gianna’s mouth. She had been languidly kissing and stroking the Italian girl’s breasts, and letting her do the same. Eventually, Lily had straddled Gianna in much the same fashion as Gianna had done earlier, only facing the other direction, and while Lily had sucked on Gianna’s gorgeous pussy, Gianna had done the same to her. Both men had watched avidly as the women brought each other to the ultimate peak.

The activities of the women in front of the fire brought the men back to the point of arousal quickly, and soon both were sporting huge erections. This time, Gianna led Lily over to the bed, but didn’t allow her to lie down. She beckoned Marco forward and instructed him to lie prone instead.

“Now Lily, ride him for me!” Gianna ordered. Once Lily got on and sat herself on his cock, she began to ride him hard, leaning back and letting him finger her clit as she bounced.

“Lean forward, Lily, you’re not done.” Gianna’s voice broke into her pleasure. Looking over at her friend, she saw her guiding Tomasso onto the bed behind Lily. Gianna and Marco gently pulled Lily down until her breasts were pressed against Marco’s chest. She felt Gianna’s hands slide down her back as Marco continued to stroke in and out of her. It was hard to think, and when Gianna gently inserted her finger into Lily’s ass, she gasped with pleasure.

“Oh! I’ve never…I don’t think…” Lily’s incoherency was apparent.

“Shh. Trust me, my love. Remember how you watched? How you wished it was you in the kitchen, even while Paul fucked you?” Gianna stroked her finger in and out in time with her words. Rotating her hand, she then pushed two fingers in and used her other hand to spread Lily’s ass cheeks even farther apart.

All Lily could do was gasp. Gianna knew! She knew that Lily had watched them in the kitchen that night–and she didn’t care. In fact, she even knew the identity of Lily’s hallway lover, something Lily herself hadn’t known. Now, with Gianna’s fingers in one hole and Marco’s cock in the other, Lily couldn’t think of anything else.

Gianna rubbed the drops of moisture gathering at the tip of Tommy’s cock over the end. Guiding him, she carefully inserted just the tip into Lily’s back entrance. She felt the other girl tense up, and began to stroke her friend’s back, as she would a nervous horse.

“Shh, yes, he is in now, you like? You feel very full, no?”

Lily nodded at Gianna’s words. All she could do was moan as Tommy slowly drove his full length into her. Both men picked up a rhythm and rocked Lily between them. She came quickly and felt both men pump their cum into her. Gianna’s mouth was on her own, kissing her, and wiping her damp hair back from her forehead.

“Now, my friend, you have had the full experience Casa Liberta has to offer.” Gianna threw her head back in a full-throated laugh. Soon, all three joined her.

“Looks like you have good memories of Italy?”the stranger beside her said flirtatiously.

Looking him over, Lily sighed. “Only the best. Perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll share a few with you.”

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