Erotica, Series
The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 21
Sapphic Summer Holiday: Cathy gets invited to an Italian villa with six lesbians.
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I cannot believe I’m writing this on a terrace with early morning sunshine warming the surrounding vineyards and the amazing mountainous landscape of Umbria in the distance. I just had a swim in the pool (yes!) and made myself a macchiato. Daria and the others are still asleep. This is exactly what I needed. To get out of Berlin, away from Alexander and Nina and all that shit. When Daria asked me if I wanted to join her for a holiday in Italy, I was wary of her. Although we’ve been fucking each other on and off, going on a holiday together seemed like a step. So, I responded a bit defensively, but she’s used to me by now. All she said was, ‘Umbria, villa, pool, wine, food, just women, two weeks’.
‘Just women?’
‘Me, and five others. And you, if you say yes.’
‘Can I fuck them all?’
‘I don’t know about the others, but you can fuck me every night.’
It’s been two days since we’ve arrived and yes, I’ve fucked Daria and I admit that I’m growing more and more fond of her.
Last night, during dinner, one of the other women, Beate — who’s the single one, was taking a lot of opportunities to affectionately lean into me. When we went up to our rooms, we were pretty pissed from the wine. Intoxicated too by each other’s flimsily covered bodies heated by the sun during the day, and still radiating its warmth after it had disappeared behind the mountains. Beate lingered in the hallway and clearly looked for permission to join me and Daria. I let Daria decide, and she left the door ajar. Beate is a plump little pixie, and she was eager to have her curves caressed by us. She turned out to be extremely ticklish and very loud. Fuck, the girl doesn’t moan but yelps. The others will probably have something to say about it when they come down for breakfast later.
It was fun, together with Daria, to make Beate squirm and shiver through her orgasms. It showed me another side of Daria; more curious and daring. As I found out the first time she went down on me, she’s got amazing tongue techniques and Beate enjoyed it with equal relish.
The real fun started when Daria took out her magic wand. We had Beate on all fours and pushed the thick, lubed vibrating head of the wand between her swollen pussy lips. She squealed and her legs convulsed immediately. Her clit was already quite sensitive from our previous love assault, and I thought she would beg for us to stop. But she pushed down on the head and continued to wail like a witch possessed. It was quite incredible to watch her body vibrate as much as the wand and to see the head of it getting slicker and slicker from Beate’s cum, and her puffy outer labia wrapped around it. Every time Daria and I looked at each other, we couldn’t stop giggling, which Beate didn’t notice as a stream of enhanced pleasure held her spellbound. She clutched a cushion like a drowning person would a buoy and I guess she was drowning in a way.
She couldn’t hold herself up and slowly her legs gave way until she was lying spread-eagled on her belly with the wand sandwiched between the mattress and her cunt. I just kept the thing in place and on low, which wasn’t easy because Daria had decided to wrap herself around me, putting a leg between mine, so I ended up straddled on her thigh. I rubbed my pussy on her as we kissed, Beate still shrieking as the wand continued to whirl against her clit.
I love kissing Daria. Something is just right when our tongues meet and dance around each other. We cling to each other in a tight embrace, our breasts pressed against each other, and I marvel at the smoothness of her skin is. She’s a lotion and cream fanatic, always trying out new products and ignoring the insane prices.
Daria likes to nip and pull my lips quite hard between hers, and she alternates this with biting my earlobes, which is a weird, tantalising sensation. But the best is when she focuses on my tits and nipples. She clearly loves doing it as told me she gets wet from kissing and sucking boobs, which now that I know this, makes me wet in return whenever she indulges in mine. But more important, she’s got an instinct for balancing on the tightrope between pleasure and pain. The way she uses her teeth to pull on my nips is exquisite. The fiery shivers she induces seem to twirl around my body like a lasso, tightening a knot at my pelvis and making my pussy twitch with the desire to be devoured.
Our passionate kissing was interrupted by a sudden, low growl from Beate; now succumbed to the orgasm that finally satiated her desire for more stimulation. She heaved up her fabulous ass to free her glistening, swollen cunt from the relentless torture of the wand and collapsed on her back with her legs spread wide, as if she needed her pussy to breathe. I couldn’t resist flicking her clit with the top of my index finger and Daria and I wickedly laughed when Beate screamed, ‘stop stop stop, too much, too sensitive…’ She closed her legs and I removed my hand just in time before she’d clenched it between her strong thighs.
We let her in peace to catch her breath and drowsily watch as we continued to kiss and caress each other. I rubbed my cunt on Daria’s thigh and after I came, I stood on my knees, pushed her down on her back and lowered myself on her mouth expecting her to lick me towards a second climax. It didn’t take her long to get me there, and I turned to return the favour, but was surprised to find Beate already between Daria’s legs, aptly massaging her soaking wet cunt.
‘Finger fuck her,’ I said, knowing Daria’s need for double stimulation. And as Beate pushed two, and soon after, three fingers inside my pretty, blonde lover, I rubbed her clit until her abdomen contracted and her toes curled. She grabbed my bum with both her hands and dug her in nails into my flesh as she rode out her orgasm. The sting made me moan loudly, and Beate looked up at me. Seeing my expression, she grinned and sat up to kiss me. Her plump tits were too lovely to leave untouched, so I cupped them and played with them as we explored how we could best enjoy our kissing. We forgot we were actually sitting on Daria and the full weight of us both on her was too much, so she yelled, ‘get the fuck off me’, and we all laughed.
I remember falling asleep with Daria lying on my left, softly kissing my boobs and Beate on my right, snuggled up against me. I left them an hour ago, once the first sun rays woke me, both of them tangled in each other arms and still sound asleep.
Else has come out to the terrace, wearing a sporting outfit, and she told me she plans to go for a run. Else is tall and slim, muscular like the professional sportswoman she is. I find her attitude a bit harsh and she seems wary of me. But she’s the one who knows the owner of this villa and I don’t want to cross her in the first week of our stay here. She didn’t let on anything about having heard Beate’s orgasmic shrieks during the night; at least, that’s something. Although I wouldn’t put it past her to give us a lecture during breakfast later on.
I see the others are up now too, and rummaging around in the kitchen: there’s Else’s wife Katherina and the third couple, Bibi, who’s half-Swedish and Cassandra, who’s English but has been living in Berlin for 10 years already. They’re older than me, in their late thirties. Cassandra’s from a posh family and she told me last night she’s been an editor for Penguin and now works freelance for publishing houses like Simon & Schuster. Bibi is a former model and astonishingly beautiful. She’s a fashion photographer now and I’ve realised that I know her work. I’ve not told anyone about being the assistant of Paul Kruger and asked Daria not to say anything, either. Erotic photography is frowned upon by people like this and the last thing I want is to get into a professional competition with Bibi, which I’ll lose by default. I think they all assume I’m a stylist like Daria, and I’m fine with that.
Beate just waved to me from the bedroom window upstairs. She’s sweet and looks so happy. Two more weeks. This is good. I’m happy too.
To be continued…
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