I thrust hard into Jutta as her body tensed for her final climax. Her impeccable hair and makeup contrasting with the lust in her half-closed blue eyes pushed me onward, upward, and inward as I caressed her erect nipples and small breasts through her silk blouse and lacy brassiere. I thrust harder, knowing the stage she was at, and without fail it pushed her to the edge. Her eyes closed, blue irises replaced by light green and blue shaded lids, and then her head fell back as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She screamed uninhibitedly, even proudly, as her hips fucked hard against me. With a groan I grabbed her hips and pounded hard into her, feeling her cunt squeeze the last few drops of cum out of me as I screamed in unison.
She soon pushed me away and mopped up the cum dribbling from her with a towel, then smiled as I held up her skirt to watch. “You love my hairs, don’t you?”
“As blonde above as below,” I smiled.
“Hand me my panties,” she said, and quickly put them on. “We still have five minutes, so tell me, how do you expect to enjoy yourself while I’m home?”
“I thought I might try celibacy, to let myself recover for your return.”
She laughed, “That’s three months. Regular release is important for your health, you know. Remember, I don’t love you, but I lust you very much. Stay healthy. Find a nice Italian girl. Or three. Do them like you do me and improve public health around you. It’s the socially responsible thing to do.”
We laughed and I said, “And I assume you’ll be doing your part to reduce prostate cancer risks back home?”
“If I decide to swing that way,” she smiled. “And make sure to remember every detail so we can act everything out when I get back. Just…keep clean. You know what I mean. Not just health-wise. I don’t want to come back to find several Italian men have beaten you to death for poaching.”
We laughed and she stood. “No wrinkles?”
She twirled for me and I said, “Maybe a little where your skirt was hiked up.”
She shrugged. “If any man notices that, let him wonder how it happened. Brighten his day if he figures it out.”
We had been speaking a mixture of English and German, which we preferred when making love; I preferred the dorm staff not to know what we were saying, while Jutta thought it increased her mysterious sexiness in their eyes.
She kissed me lightly so as not to disturb her lipstick and said in Italian, and rather loudly at that, “I’ll miss my Daily Dirty Dozen. I’ve never had a man before who could keep up with me.”
“Probably the result of clean living and good nutrition for three generations.”
“Yes, that must be it, all that Midwestern corn and beef. That and that talented tongue of yours.” She leaned over and whispered in German, “If those women are eavesdropping, that’ll give them something to get their juices started.”
I whispered back, “They’re probably completely sick of young ones like us having the sex their husbands can’t give them any more.”
“All the better for you, my friend.”
We chuckled and she checked herself briefly in the mirror, then opened the door and said, “Accompany me to the door. And don’t wash your face, so they can smell all my perfumes as we pass by.”
“You are shameless.”
“I am. That’s why you like me so much.”
“That and your blonde hair.”
“As blonde above as below,” she smiled, “and soft under your nose.” I was amazed that she said such things so loudly, but she simply smiled and added, “All my lips will miss your lips.”
I blushed a little and gave her the crook of my right arm after shutting my door, her suitcase in my left hand. We walked down the deserted dorm hallway, where for the past week we had been fucking and sucking without for once having to take care for the peace and quiet of our neighbors, who had all skedaddled as soon as classes ended. However, as graduate students, and foreign into the bargain, we had less reason to scram, though the unrelieved heat and humidity were good candidates.
We passed the room two doors down from mine and saw Paola unhurriedly acting as if she had heard nothing. Jutta said, “Bye, Paola, see you in three months.”
“Goodbye, Jutta.”
“And take good care of my lad here. If he needs anything, you know, special, help him out.”
She blushed slightly and replied, “Certainly. And travel well.”
“I will.”
We walked further along to the door to the main lobby and she whispered, “I will be so glad to return to a country where I can sunbathe nude. I spent so many months in the sunny south and my little bush hasn’t seen the sun once. It’s hardly fair.” We chuckled and she added, “I think Paola is the one who’s listened to us the most. Her husband drinks and cheats on her, so she needs comforting.” She winked and I blushed, and she added, “And don’t think I don’t know how much you love big breasts. You Americans are so much like me.”
We laughed again and by that time we were at the door. Her cab was there, and I helped her into the back seat and put the suitcase in the trunk, and she blew me an air kiss as the cab drove away. I waved goodbye and walked back in past the desk, where Paola had joined the other two women at the desk. Francesca and Giulia smiled as Paola practically simpered, and Francesca asked, “Will you be going to the library today?”
“Of course.”
She said, “Just a moment,” and stood up and leaned over awkwardly and completely unnecessarily to look at a clipboard; as usual in this heat, her blouse was partly unbuttoned, though now the buttons were undone to below the swell of her breasts. She leaned over a little further and her cleavage pushed tight by a strong bra made my drained balls tingle again slightly. “Yes, here. They’re doing maintenance and won’t open until two.” She looked up and smiled wickedly as my eyes moved back to her face.
“Ah, thanks.”
Paola said, “Let me see that,” and leaned over so that I got a good view down her blouse, which was less tight and allowed me to see all of her right breast within the fabric supporting it. I looked up before she looked back up to see Giulia smiling at the goings-on, her Senegalese face as sweat-covered as the other two, and she stared into my eyes for a moment before glancing around the lobby.
Paola then said, “Yes, as I thought, there are only two other students staying here over the summer. They’re putting the summer school students across campus. You each get a floor to yourself.”
“So why don’t they close this one and dump us off with the others?”
“Unions, my friend. Jobs for the girls.”
They all smiled and Giulia added, “They decided that if we’re getting paid for it, we might as well work. There’ll be maintenance work enough in a month, and we’d be mostly functional anyway.”
“What about laundry services? For the bedsheets?”
“Once a week, if we’re lucky.”
“And no food service?”
“No food service. You have to go and eat healthy now. Build your strength for when your tight little German friend gets back.”
They all laughed and I blushed, and Paola added, “Should be much quieter without the singing every three hours,” and they laughed again as I blushed harder.
Francesca added, “I don’t know what she says in German, but it must be a very obscene language.”
I nodded and waved goodbye as I walked back to my room, and heard a whispered “A dozen? Iddio!”
A couple of hours later there was a knock at my door. I opened it to see Paola with two large cups and two sandwiches on a tray. “I thought you might be lonely, so I brought you a sandwich and coffee,” she said sweetly in Italian.
“Thank you,” I replied in the same language, and indicated the softer chair I had bought for reading in the evenings.
She sat down and nibbled at her sandwich. “Do you miss Jutta yet?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s not even one,” she smiled, “so I guess it’s not just the sex you miss.” I laughed, because Jutta always visited after she finished lunch and climaxed the last time that time around one. “I guess now you’ll have to find one of the young women around school.”
“I never had any luck with Italian women.”
“Whyever not? You have almost no accent, and what you do have is charming.”
“Yes, but with my accent they either hated me as an imperialist or despised me for not being able to rap. Some of them for both reasons, I think.”
She laughed delightfully and sipped her coffee as she looked at me appraisingly over the brim of the cup. Her jet black hair was lightly curled, falling to her shoulders and framing a squarish face with deep brown eyes, showing slight signs of age, and lightly covered with sweat. I glanced down to see her blouse opened most of the way down, no bra in evidence, and the lighter tan of her chest attractive against the darker olive of her neck and face. Her breasts sagged slightly in promises of hefty delight, and I looked back up before embarrassing myself with an erection, already threatening to arise only two hours after Jutta had received everything I had.
She was staring into my eyes as I looked up, and we sat there quietly for a minute. She then said, “Tell me more about yourself,” and so I did, and with each question and answer she seemed to weigh each word and found it pleasing. “Twenty-three? I remember that age, ten years ago. I had been married for two years and he was still passionate. And what does your family do?”
After ten minutes of fairly boring common currency, she smiled, “So you study our history.”
“Yes.”
“I loved history in school, though I hated everything else about it. Now I work at one, but at least I don’t have to worry about my grades.”
We laughed and she asked me about my studies, and we talked happily about the past. She came over to look at my books, standing by me and bending over onto her fists to read the spines so that her blouse swung fully open, letting me see the entirety of her right breast, lightly tan, seemingly in my lust-drenched imagination large enough to fit overflowing into two hands, and tipped with a fully erect dark brown nipple in the middle of a wide brown areola. Frozen, I simply stared, and after a minute I saw her watching me staring, saying nothing and showing no embarrassment. She slowly raised herself and said, “You have some very interesting books. Maybe I could come during my breaks and read a little with you.”
“I would love that.”
She sat back down and fanned herself a little. “Even though I’ve lived here all my life, the south I mean, these damned tempi brutti…I still find the heat and the wetness hard to handle. So hard to relieve, you know?” I nodded, and she continued, “When I first married, I wore a sweet nightgown for my husband. It never stayed on long, thank the lord. Now I sleep nude without any covers, no, I never get covered anymore, thank the lord, so I can catch the breeze, and still I have no relief. So hot, so wet and stuffy.”
I nodded again, not trusting my voice, and she smiled, “I probably shouldn’t say such things, being married and all.”
I said, a little quaveringly, “I don’t mind. A woman doesn’t lose her need for friendship just because she’s married.”
She nodded with a pleased smile and said, “With such a graceful tongue, you should have yourself a nice Italian woman in a very short time.” I simply nodded at the compliment and she asked, “What are you reading about now?”
I told her, her eyes widening and then crinkling up in a broad smile. “So, they actually took the Pope’s carcass out of his tomb and put it on trial?!?”
“And convicted it and threw it in the Tevere.”
“Ah, I did not realize they had such progressive religious policies in the Middle Ages.”
“Ah, but people collected the body, all the parts falling off it, and started seeing miracles, so the Pope who got him convicted was strangled. Eventually they reversed the decision and put the pieces of the earlier Pope back in his tomb.”
“Best place for him, really, sealed off so’s not to spread disease or puritanism.”
“Quite the secularist, aren’t you?”
“Oh, most certainly.” She sipped some more coffee and said, “So, will you go to the library today?”
“Hardly a point now, is there?”
“Then I’ll bring you some more coffee about four.”
“I’d like that.”
“And you can let me read about poor Formosus. He sounds much more interesting dead than alive.”
We chatted a bit more and she returned to work. At 3:45 she knocked on the door with a thermos and poured us some coffee, then we sat reading for a few minutes, she mightily entertained and I distracted. After she finished the last paragraph of that section, she smiled and said, “Thank you! That was one of the strangest things I’ve read this month.”
“Not this decade?”
“My friend, have you seen our politicians?”
We laughed and chatted easily about any number of things, soon enough returning to her personal life. “And yes, he drinks heavily, so…” She made a gesture with her index finger dangling limply over her thumb and we laughed. “At least with me. With other women he gives them one drink from the spigot before running dry, if you understand.”
“I do.”
“Or so rumor says. But we’re still friends even if he’s no husband to me any more.”
“So, was he…well, you had experience before you married at least, right?”
She nodded. “He was my fourth. And best, though after our third year that meant very little.”
“And since then…?”
She smiled and simply asked, “And Jutta, are you two in love?”
“No, but we’re the best of friends. In and out of bed.”
“She certainly sings a lot in bed, if not well.”
I simply smiled and asked, “What about the other two students in the dorm? What are they like? Graduate students?”
“The two unlucky fools who got stuck here because it’s the cheapest dorm to stay in because it’s a crumbling piece of shit they should have condemned two decades ago?”
“The very same.”
“Two teenagers here for sports camp. The sports camp dorm is filled up so they got placed here. They have pimples and bad breath and don’t feel the need to shower too often. And they stay out all night with the other students on their team and I gather come back, if at all, about 3 AM.”
“Poor boys.”
“Actually, they’re both girls, which makes it worse.” We laughed and she continued, “But then teenage boys see anyone who puts out as a beauty. Those who shower daily are their supermodels.” We laughed some more and she added, “No supermodels in that bunch.”
“There was a French peasant once interviewed by one of the government agencies about health and hygiene back in, I guess, the 1910s or so. He said, ‘Who needs to shower? I sweat.’”
She laughed uproariously, “Question asked and answered!” She then rose and said, “I have to return to work. Closing down for the day. We finish at 5:30, and we’ll be having a small dinner and a big bottle of wine. Come join us.”
“If I won’t be in the way.”
“Not at all. We’ll be seeing each other constantly this summer; we might as well start out on the right foot. Besides, there’s no night shift during the summer, so we’ll be all alone. We need you to protect us.”
I laughed and agreed, and at 5:30 wandered down to the lobby. Francesca saw me and nodded, then went to the main door and locked it. I watched her as she walked back toward me and behind the counter, a little taller than Paola and almost as busty, with straight black hair to her waist. She too wore a wedding ring and had been married over a decade, Paola had told me, and was by far the best boss she had had at the school.
She waved me back behind the desk and into the meeting room in the back, where Giulia looked up from putting out the last silverware and smiled at me as she pointed to a fourth chair stuck in the back corner. Paola came in with a bowl of salad, and then Francesca entered with a bowl of pasta. We served ourselves and ate happily, then as Francesca opened the wine and poured us each a glass, she said, “To a great team and our new gentleman friend.”
We sipped and Paola said, “To two women almost as wonderful as myself, and to a man who appreciates the company!”
We laughed and then Giulia toasted, “To the finest women of my adopted country, and to a fellow migrant away from home!”
I then toasted, “To the three most beautiful women I’ve ever spent a summer with!”
They laughed again and Francesca said, “Insulting your mother like that!”
“She’s more beautiful than any of you singly, but she can’t compete with the three of you as a group.”
They laughed happily and Francesca said, “I at least can stay for two hours, so we’ll have to clean up after an hour or so.”
We nodded and Paola added, “Tonight’s Marco’s night out with the boys…this half of the work week, so I can stay as late as I like.”
Giulia shook her head and said, “How can you stand that?”
“I married him.”
She nodded sadly, “As did I.”
Paola had told me that her husband had left her, so I just nodded and avoided drawing attention to myself.
We sat and chatted, my knowledge of obscene Italian slang growing by leaps and bounds, as always happens when grown women sit and drink and talk. After Francesca finished pantomiming her husband’s latest rushed failure behind her in the kitchen, she added, “And I knew he was full of hot air. He took less than a minute, like always. Of course my sauce didn’t burn!”
We all laughed and Giulia, deep in her cups, asked, “So, what is the Daily Dirty Dozen?”
The other two tried to shush her and then saw my face and laughed. Finally I said, “Well, Jutta insists on twelve orgasms a day.”
“Twelve?!?”
“Not all separate. She almost always comes three or four times in a row, two or three starters and then a really big one. So if you add it up, she always gets over a dozen.”
“With you, you mean.”
Brave with wine, I replied, “Well, yes, that goes without saying. In one way or another.”
“She’s very pretty.”
“Yes, and elegant and athletic.”
“So you like blondes?”
“They’re pretty.”
They laughed and Paola said, “So, even three or four times at a time, that’s still at least three times a day. At ten, at one, and at four. Pretty much on the hour every time.”
They all nodded sagely and I said, “And at bedtime.”
They goggled a little at that and Paola muttered, “To be so young again.”
Suddenly Giulia chuckled, “‘In one way or another.’ I see.”
Francesca suddenly blushed while Paola laughed and said, “Bocca da lupo! May it never die!”
We laughed and finished our glasses. We shared the last of the bottle and cleaned up, and I escorted them to the door. Each hugged me and said, “Sleep well, friend,” and left. Paola was the last to leave, and as she hugged me she pressed hard against my erection. “Nice.”
“Likewise.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” I blushed and she added, “I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
She left and I went to my room, took as cold a shower as the crappy plumbing permitted, and read until midnight. I lay down in the stifling heat and suffered from the flush of the wine. I undressed completely and opened my window and door, and lay there drenched in sweat as I thought about the day. My thoughts grew increasingly confused and finally about two I drifted off in a frustrating half-dream of twisting conversations about deadbeat husbands and dead popes. I woke up twice to pee and slept poorly the rest of the time.
I woke at eight still exhausted and with a ferocious thirst; fortunately, as a grad student I was a professional souse and had drunk nowhere near my limit. I only needed water. I lay there with a throbbing erection and a tight head, and suddenly I heard Paola say, “You’re awake at last. I’ve been waiting forever! Well, five minutes, but it felt like it.”
I looked over at her in what was now her chair, watching me with an open smile over her coffee, and she stood and brought me a cup and poured it full from the thermos. I looked down and was about to cover myself, and she said, “I’ve already seen you, you know. There’s nothing to hide now. It’s seared on my brain.”
She laughed as I blushed, and I sat up to drink my coffee. “You do seem to have the advantage on me. Thank you for the coffee. It’s just what I needed.”
“Part of what you needed, it looks like,” she said with a raised eyebrow, and I laughed along with her. After a minute she said, “I had to sleep completely uncovered last night too. It’s even worse here. Utterly stifling. I can’t take it any more.” She stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. I stared at her and she smiled and said, “Enough talk. You do it beautifully. But you know why I’m here. I have a husband, so not a word to anyone. The great thing about your situation is you’re stuck here and don’t know any of my friends. There’s no worry, you see? Besides that, there’s the fact that you’re gorgeous.” She paused and smiled, “Look at that! You got even harder! I am flattered!”
By this time she stood before me in her bra and panties and said, “To answer your question yesterday, there have been two since my marriage. Neither was very good. I chose badly. At least they were discreet, so I didn’t have to bury their bodies in a field somewhere.”
I blinked and she said, “I’ll let you decide if I’m joking. A woman has to maintain some mystery to keep her man’s interest.”
She sat down next to me and smiled happily as I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back passionately and her body responded eagerly to my caresses. I quickly stripped off her bra, feeling the swollen flesh as she pulled my face hard to her breasts. I sucked from one nipple to the other, squeezing and hefting them as she whispered, “Yes, suck them like that, they’re all yours. I know you wanted them so much yesterday.”
Soon her hips were circling in time with my tongue around her nipples as I squeezed her breasts together, and she whispered, “Do what you did to Jutta all those times. With your lips. Please.”
I nodded and kissed her, then I knelt before her on the floor and slowly removed her panties, sighing as her thick black hairs came into view. I had seen women’s sexes in various states of arousal when first uncovering them, but I had never made the acquaintance of one that was already swollen in lust, the inner lips fully out like a snail, and I leaned in and immediately started sucking her. She groaned and put her hands on my head, and I put my hands over hers and squeezed them once, then began working my fingers inside her as I sucked more vigorously.
In two minutes she came like a bomb exploding. Her body flailed in abandon as I sucked single-mindedly on her clit and lips, my fingers caressing the place inside that made her go wild, and she screamed as I sucked her first orgasm out of her. She held me tightly with her thighs and fucked vigorously against my face for half a minute.
I continued kneeling before her, exploring her exposed cunt lightly as she lay there in temporary exhaustion. Her lips were a shocking purple-brown, and I continued rubbing the inside of her tunnel lightly as I imagined how it would feel to enter her. She looked down at me and smiled, “I knew you were the right choice.”
“So are you.”
“Do you like my body?”
“Perfect.”
“Even my cunt?”
“Especially your cunt. Beautiful.” I leaned forward and began sucking her again. She soon came a second time, screaming even louder, and pulled me up to lie on her.
“Fuck me. I’ve needed a man for too long. No play, just nail me.”
I thrust slowly into her, entering to the hilt by the third stroke, and rode her quick and firm. She fell to pieces underneath me, every part of her twisting and writhing as I plunged back and forth inside her belly. I looked down to imagine how deep I was inside her, probably close to her navel, and then up to her face as she stared at me unseeingly in her next climax. I held off, as it was only a light one, and continued firmly keeping to a set pace. She lay drenched in sweat underneath me, hers and mine, as her drenched cunt squished with each of our thrusts. Soon she was building to something stronger, and her body began shaking as I sped up. “Faster, harder,” she moaned, and I obliged, soon pummeling into her eager body.
Her last orgasm washed hard over her, her body writhing and lifting off the bed even with my weight on her. She screamed repeatedly, bellowing as each wave washed over her, and with her last spasms mine started. I held nothing back, screaming as my seed was torn from me deep into her belly, staring into her eyes as she smiled up at me.
I collapsed on her and she whispered, “Twelve spurts, didn’t you?”
“I think so.”
“I could tell by your body and your face.” She caressed my hair and asked, “Was I as good as Jutta?”
“Yes,” I said truthfully. “Maybe not by much, but yes. I’ve never been that horny in my life.”
“I’ve never come so many times at once. I only come once at a time, if that. And I never had a man suck me. I did make the right choice.”
I lay beside her and played with her breasts, which soon had me hard again. She smiled, “My cunt is exhausted. My husband always begged me to suck him off. I finally decided I would, since I was his wife. Then when I had just about worked up the courage to, I found out he was cheating on me, so he never got what he wanted.”
She leaned forward and licked the head as she stroked me softly. “Am I doing it right? Tell me what you like.”
So I did, and within four minutes my lust and her mouth had me screaming in pleasured agony as I thrust up to her. She stroked me harder and swirled her tongue around the head, and I groaned, “I’m coming!” I stroked her hair with my right hand and she took my other hand and pulled it to her head, squeezing both hands firmly so that I took a grip. She stared into my eyes as she worked me happily, and with a sudden scream, I spurted hard into her mouth. Her eyes closed and her face twisted, but she kept me inside her mouth and took every drop, then swallowed.
She finally let me go and sighed, “I wouldn’t have liked that with Marco. I’m going to practice with you until I’m better than Jutta ever dreamed of being.”
“You don’t have to. That was incredible.”
She giggled, “It was, wasn’t it?”
She looked at her watch and said, “Thank goodness work doesn’t start until ten today. And thank goodness I closed your window while you were sleeping or we’d have the police here by now. ‘Beautiful woman being stabbed to death with…what looks like a meter-long sword.’” We laughed and we sat on the bed side by side as she gave me breakfast, an omelet with greens and potatoes, and drank coffee as I replenished myself.
When I finished she kissed me tenderly and said, “When will you be back from the library?”
“I’ll try to be back by four.”
“It’s a date.”
She quickly dressed and left; I looked at the clock reading 9:30 and took a quick shower, then left for the library. When I got to the lobby I saw all three of them sitting behind it chattering like magpies and already sweating in the heat, the clock above them reading 9:48.
“I thought work started at ten?” I said.
They smiled and Paola said, “Only for me. The others started at 8:30 as usual.”
“So…”
Giulia smiled, “It’s great to hear the singing again.”
Francesca added, “And such a fine tenor you have!”
I blushed like a beet as they laughed, and Paola said, “Good morning, friend! Go finish your work.”
I nodded and left. The library work was boring as usual and I gladly left at 3:45. When I entered the lobby, Francesca smiled, “Paola is ready for her break. I’ll tell her you’re here.”
“And that won’t be a problem?”
“She’s a grown woman, as are we all.”
I went to my room and soon she knocked. I let her in and she smiled, “Great news. Marco’s got friends in town, so he’ll slosh home tomorrow about 10, I expect, unless I have to bail the bugger out of jail. I can stay until midnight, if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course!”
We necked and she soon said, “I’ve been in a daze all day. You wore me out, that was part of it, but it was like there was a warm glow in my belly from swallowing you. I want to do that again.”
“Let’s do it together.”
She blinked, “Okay.” I kissed her deeply and caressed her mound through her clothes, then under her clothes, as she played with my rapidly awakened cock. Soon I lay her on her side, lifted her skirt, and pulled off her panties. I helped her pull my pants and underwear to my ankles, and then we lay facing each other. I spread her thighs and buried my head between them, and she started sucking around the tip of my cock. Soon she had taken the whole head in her mouth and was stroking the shaft as I licked hard at her lips and clit. I reached around her to work my fingers into her vagina and she responded by taking as much of me in her mouth as she could. We were cramped and stifled by the heat and held nothing back. She came in three minutes and then took my seed a minute later.
“That was as good as this morning. I need to get back to work, and I’ll have to go home to check on things before coming back. I’ll be back about 7:30 and we’ll have a nice dinner and wine before…dessert.”
I kissed her, enjoying the taste of my cum on her tongue, and she said, “You know, my smell’s not so bad at that.” She giggled, “We had decided you did that even before Jutta said all that.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, she often sang twice before we heard the bedsprings squeak, and sometimes you’d sing together, and sometimes she’d sing first and you’d sing ten minutes later. Twice when she left she had a drop of your juice at the corner of her mouth. So we figured that the other times you did that to her.”
I thought for a second. “Most likely, yes. I never knew we were so interesting.”
“Oh yes.”
That evening I met Paola as she came in, and we sat in the meeting room and had a leisurely dinner with half a bottle of wine. It was dark when we finished and she said, “Now you clean up while I shower. After that you shower, and I’ll be in your bed. The window will be open so we can get some breeze, so don’t turn the light on.”
I did as she said, and so twenty minutes later I entered my room and felt my way to my bed. I quickly stripped and got into bed beside her, and she kissed me passionately and responded even more eagerly than before to my caresses. This time I was working by sense of touch instead of sight and enjoyed her full breasts, which were sadly perhaps not as large as they had looked, and her solid wide hips. I suckled at each breast as my hand roamed around her belly and hips, and when her hips began circling I worked further between her thighs. She spread her thighs for me so that her lips were raggedly open to me, and I caressed them as she gasped and moaned.
I kissed down from her breasts slowly to her cunt, which was as welcoming as ever, and sucked her long and deeply to three orgasms. The first orgasm was rushed and unsatisfying, and she held my head in place as I worked her long and hard with my tongue and fingers. She started thrusting upwards, so I worked my fingers in a vigorous rhythm inside her, and she squeezed down on my head with both hands and both thighs in her last two. Her voice seemed deeper and rougher through her thighs, but that was probably, I decided, because I had gotten a true feel for what pleasured her most. She pulled me up to kiss me and guided me inside her, and I thrust deeply and felt her body begin writhing under me. I took long, fast strokes, gasping for breath as we built quickly to a mutual orgasm, and when she came, she screamed meaningless words in a deeper voice than I had ever heard. It drove me over the edge and I spasmed into her pulsating tunnel, thrusting over and over deep into her flesh.
I collapsed on her exhausted body, the sweat between us wet as if we had been swimming, and I kissed her deeply and reached up to caress her softly curled hair. In surprise I ran my fingers through thickly kinked hair, and in surprise I said, “What?” The light came on and I saw Giulia underneath and around me, smiling up in sweaty exultation, and Paola said from the door, “It was a dirty trick, but we didn’t think you’d mind.”
“What?”
Paola laughed, “Giulia was afraid…well, you’re American, and she was afraid you wouldn’t want a woman so dark.”
I laughed and said to her, “Nonsense. You’re beautiful, as beautiful as Paola.”
She smiled and held me tightly. “I hope you don’t mind having me instead of Paola tonight.”
I got up and closed the window and said, “No need to choose.” I took Paola by the hand and led her to stand by the bed. Coming fully erect at the prospects opening before me, I lay down on the bed and said, “Who wants where?”
Paola laughed and crouched above my face, and as I pulled her down I felt Giulia squat down and take me inside her again. I felt them both settling into a solid rhythm above me, and as they rocked back and forth building their lust, I focused on pleasuring Paola to the full to take my mind off the grip Giulia’s body had on me.
Suddenly Giulia rose and said, “Let’s change.” They resettled themselves and I soon felt Giulia gasp and fuck my face in a sudden climax. She lifted herself off me and sat to the side to watch as Paola worked to her last climax of the evening. I watched Giulia closely as she stared at Paola’s swaying breasts, and soon Paola noticed as well. “Yes, go ahead and play with them. I need it and our friend here isn’t as well positioned as you.”
Giulia cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, and Paola pushed harder against me and said, “Yes, that’s it.” Giulia soon leaned in and sucked on Paola’s left breast, and Paola moaned and said, “Good, good.”
Soon she was galloping on top of me as I caressed Giulia’s cunt, and Giulia rode my fingers as she suckled. Paola climaxed almost immediately and collapsed on me. She kissed me tentatively, then vigorously, and then rose and said, “I have to get home and wash up. Lucky Giulia gets to spend the night.” We lay there and watched as Paola quickly dressed; she then blew us a kiss and left. Giulia leaned in and kissed me vigorously, clearly more attracted to the smell than Paola had been, and I finally said, “You like her, don’t you?”
“She’s a good colleague.”
“Who you are sweet on.”
“Just kiss me.”
I did so and this time explored her body fully in the light, making as little haste as I could get away with in the face of Giulia’s nearness to climax. After five minutes she pulled me on top of her and said, “Fuck me. Don’t stop.”
She breathed in sharply as I sank into her on my first thrust. “Yes, like that,” she ordered, and I followed her orders as she adjusted the speed and force of my thrusts, helping her find the ideal angle when she was close, and then pounded away when her orgasm started. She moaned, “Fuck me like Jutta, fuck me like Paola, give it to me.” When her climax began, she went incoherent and then silent and rigid, and a final deep groan escaped her throat when her contractions began. I thrust hard and spewed into her, finally collapsing on her soft black belly.
She held me above her, caressing my hair, and finally whispered, “Two years. Two years since I last had that. And the other, I never had that.”
“Do you want it again?”
She looked at me in surprise and then nodded, “I’m too sore for anything else. Be slow.”
“Will you do it too?”
Her eyes opened wider and she thought. “Does Jutta do that?”
“All the time.”
“Paola thought so, but I didn’t believe her.”
“I’d really love it.”
She laughed, “Of course you would.” We kissed and I began hardening, and she said, “I’ll try it. This time anyway.” We each explored the other slowly and carefully, both too sore for anything vigorous but both needing one last orgasm. For fifteen minutes we licked and sucked lightly, and finally timed ourselves so that we matched what we each needed, and with five spurts of my fluid, I finished in her mouth just before she groaned through a tiny strained orgasm. She rose and looked down at me, and with an effort swallowed.
She lay down next to me and said, “I know men love that last part. Did it make you happy?”
“Of course.”
“I did it for you.”
“But did you like it?”
“It was okay. I’ll do it again. But I need it the other way much more.”
“Which way?”
She grinned, “Both ways.”
She leaned in and kissed me, and we tasted ourselves on each other. After a while, I rose and turned off the light, and she curled up next to me in the humid air, no breeze, filled with the smell of our sweat and sex, and chatted quietly about Senegal, her life in Italy, and her husband, and about the US and my work. Eventually, we fell asleep in sheets wet with our sweat and Paola’s, and we woke up exhausted about four. After showering in exhaustion in the coldest water we could get, we curled up again without covers and slept somewhat better.
We woke about eight when the door closed. “Good morning, friends,” Paola said, “Wake up, lovebirds. Rise and shine.” She looked down at us nude on the bed and shook her head at my resurgent erection. “Santa Maria, the gift that never ends. Whatever shall I do?”
She must have decided quickly, for she stripped and mounted me expertly, and again Giulia watched avidly as she rose slowly and impaled herself fast and hard on my cock. Paola looked over and said, “Yes, yes, go ahead.” Giulia smiled and knelt beside her, cupping her breasts and squeezing them as their white flesh overflowed her dark hands. She leaned in, and Paola first pulled back, then breathed out and leaned forward, “Yes, yes,” and kissed back quietly as Giulia sucked on her lips. Slowly she kissed back more passionately, and after five minutes she was caressing Giulia’s breasts in return. Giulia kissed down her belly until she reached where our bodies were pressed together, so Paola leaned back to rest her arms on my legs. I enjoyed the sight of my cock buried deep between her lips until Giulia’s fingers began caressing Paola’s clitoris, and soon her lips joined them.
Paola raised herself so that I could get out from under her, and I took position behind Giulia as she sucked deeply on Paola’s cunt. I thrust into Giulia, who simply pushed back as she dove deep into Paola. Paola stared at me in surprise and pleasure and reached down to hold Giulia’s head in place as a climax swept over her. She pulled away and settled us so that I lay behind and inside Giulia; she pushed Giulia’s thighs apart as Giulia returned to sucking her and finally came to a decision. She leaned down and licked my thigh down to my balls and then up my shaft to where Giulia’s lips surrounded it, then after a pause licked up to her clitoris. They settled into a leisurely sixty-nine as I thrust into Giulia, excited beyond belief by the sight of her lips and tongue working Paola into a frenzy.
When Paola came, she clamped down on Giulia’s head with her thighs and moaned through Giulia’s thighs. Giulia came at the same time, her pulsating cunt pushing me over the edge. I groaned in exhaustion and pulled away to watch the two of them continue sucking to one last climax three minutes later. We lay there with Giulia in the middle, and Paola said, “Okay, my teenage curiosity is now satisfied. That was fun, but I do prefer men.”
Giulia giggled, “I think I do too, but now I know. You won’t be uncomfortable around me now, will you?”
“Why, because you gave me an orgasm? Or three or so? I like you even more.” We laughed and she said, “Since we’ll be sharing, we’ll have to make it work.”
“Would you…be willing to do it again sometime?”
Paola considered. “Once in a while, I guess.”
Giulia nodded and said, “We need to shower. It’s almost 9:30.” Each kissed me and then rushed to shower quickly, Giulia taking her overnight bag with her other work outfit, and I lay there exhausted and dozed off until about eleven. In my dream, Jutta was the director of an experimental theater troupe, and we three were the lead actors in a strange play combining nude Twister and modern dance, and Francesca sat in the front row watching us intently as Jutta surreptitiously masturbated to the proceedings. I woke up suspecting it was a documentary and was surprised to see I was fully erect again, which even a cold shower didn’t cause to wilt.
I decided to go out for lunch, and as I walked down the hall I saw Giulia in one room making the bed, which seemed pointless labor, but then again probably demanded by union regulations. She smiled and blew me a kiss and I blew one back. At the entrance to the lobby, Paola came up and said, “Good morning, sleepy-head. Francesca wants to see you. Probably big trouble, even a tongue-lashing.”
I walked into her office and she smiled briefly and shut the door. “Sit down, young man.”
“Good morning.”
“For you, it seems to be. I’m not so sure it is for me. I have a problem, you see. Staff are not supposed to fraternize with the residents. It is unprofessional and can cause bad blood. Feelings of favoritism, risks of corruption. If reported it could lead to serious disciplinary measures for everyone involved. Including managers who knew about it and did nothing to stop it.”
“I see.”
“Yes, now you see. So now I have two employees who are walking on air, doing their duties far above and beyond the demands of union regulations, giggling like school girls and whispering like thieves, and your favoritism is pissing me off.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Yes. So to forestall any problems, what should we do about it?”
“Well, it’s not favoritism…”
“…if all the employees are treated equally, yes.”
“And so, I suppose the favors must stop.”
“No, then I’d have to find two new employees, because they’d leave the second they heard that, and these two are the best employees I’ve ever had. So no, that is unacceptable.”
I smiled slightly to match the smile threatening to spread from the corners of her lips and said, “So the only other option is to make sure there’s no favoritism the other way.”
“Exactly. So what they get, I get too, understand? I think once a week is sufficient. Is that acceptable?”
“Not in the least. I insist on at least three times a week.”
She grinned salaciously and said, “Oh my, yes, that is indeed acceptable to this party as well. You’re a very tough negotiator. I respect that,” she said as I rose and knelt before her. She spread her thighs and lifted her hips as I pulled her panties off, and she moved forward on the seat so that I could lick her lips. She rested her hands lightly on my head and said, “They said you were an expert at this. Prove it.” As I did so, she melted under my tongue and murmured obscene nothings in Italian. Her hair was sparser than the others’ and it tickled my nose less and rubbed my face less raw as she came quickly. She glanced at the clock. “Three minutes, good, that leaves you twenty-seven more.”
She climaxed twice more and leaned back tired. “Okay, they certainly did not lie. Now, can you make me let my sauce burn?”
“I shall try my best.”
“Good.” She stripped for me, her breasts dangling low and full and her hair cascading to her hips and down her sides. I came up behind her and entered her slowly, sore from the pleasure of the night before and unable to subside without a last hurrah. She opened easily to me, wet and silky smooth, and leaned forward on her desk as I held her at my preferred height. She began breathing heavily as I worked firmly inside her, held back from climaxing too quickly by exhaustion and soreness. She had no such problems and thrust back fast and hard as she rode the wave to a sudden quick orgasm.
She kept fucking back against me and pulled my hands from her hips to her breasts. Her second peak was a little harder, and then she built to a massive climax as I finally got close and fucked up hard into her. She screamed and bucked in my arms as I fucked hard into her climaxing cunt, finishing a few seconds after she did with a small satisfying series of spurts. She looked at the clock and said, “Fire alarm would be going off right about now. Good job.” She turned around and kissed me and said, “Now go to the library. I have to work too. Thank you though, Massimo hasn’t done that for years. Maybe ever, at least with me.”
That Friday night, we had dinner in the meeting room after work, and after another round of toasts Francesca said, “Okay, so I think this will work nicely.” We all agreed and she said, “I must say that this is far superior to the Jacques and Gunter situation.”
There were nods all around that left me at sea. “Um, what?”
“Who would like to explain to the new guy about that situation?”
Giulia said, “As I understand it, Jacques was a student who got to fuck Francesca a few times until he got drunk one night and bragged a bit. And Gunter heard that and used it to blackmail Francesca into sex. And then tried to sleep with Paola as well.”
“No, he succeeded. Though not well. He was lousy in the hay.”
Francesca added, “And Jacques proved that not all Frenchman are masterful lovers.”
“So what did you do?”
“What do you think? We buried their bodies in an unknown location and covered everything up perfectly. No paper trail and no witnesses… left alive, that is.”
I goggled as they laughed and Giulia said, “They’re from the south. They like these jokes.”
Francesca smiled, “Yes, we do like to play with our reputation. We transferred them to another dorm without an increase in housing costs, which the cheap bastards probably thought was the best part of the fiasco.”
Paola added, “But we might not be joking, you know.”
Giulia whispered, “So be afraid. Be very afraid!”
They laughed and I joined in, and Paola said, “Just keep quiet and no one will get hurt.” We laughed again and soon Francesca left; after we cleaned up the three of us wore each other out in the space of three hours. Paola got up to wash our smells off herself and go home, and as Giulia snuggled closer to me, Paola asked, “What would Jutta think?”
“She’d want to join in.”
“I thought so. I’m sure Giulia would be willing.”
“Very experimental woman.”
Giulia said sleepily, “I am,” and soon after started snoring.
A suspicion I had nursed for two days came to mind and I asked, “How long had you three been planning this?”
“Sharing you? Oh, a couple of months, once we saw you’d be the only one on this floor. You’re clean and quiet and intellectual, and you were able to keep up with Jutta. She had a reputation before you, you know. No man could keep up with her for long. She used to complain about it to us over wine—yes, we included her maybe every other month.”
She paused for a second to think and continued, “It came up first one night as we were drinking too much wine, the three of us. We were complaining about how we’d have to work an empty dorm all summer, no breaks, and then we bitched about finances, and Francesca moaned about how Massimo never lasts more than two minutes, and I moaned about how Marco never touches me, and Giulia hasn’t had a man since she was abandoned, and one thing led to another and by midnight we had it all worked out. The next day we thought it was too stupid to work, but a week later Jutta joined us for wine, and when she heard about…our predicament, she suggested it herself. We agreed right away and she arranged for each of us to watch you once. Down in the laundry room all those times she fucked you down there, and you didn’t even have to be asked to suck her.”
“You… where?”
“In the closet with the hamper. The cover is loose and you can see everything if you know where to sit. So we were all ready after that, eager volunteers. She suggested all the ways to pique your interest the most, and it certainly worked.”
“Well. Wow. Incredible. I wouldn’t have thought I was worth so much trouble.”
“Maybe not to anti-imperialist rap fans, but to mature women you are.”
“I had wondered if I would stay in the dorm next year. I think it’s been decided.”
“Oh yes, Jutta already forged your signature on the form.”
“What?”
“Joking… maybe.” She leaned over and kissed me sweetly, and whispered, “Remember, it’s not the dons you have to worry about, it’s the donne.”