“Excellent, but now if you would allow me, I’d like to continue sucking your dick, which is one of my favorite things to do.”
“Please be my guest, but why don’t we both do our favorite thing; how about a bit of 69? Would you like that?”
“Oh yes, that’s one of my favorite positions, it gives the best of two worlds.”
We dropped down to the floor as it would be difficult on the sofa. The carpet we found ourselves on was thick and soft so was very comfy. We both went on teasing each other’s most sensitive parts. I licked around Mario’s cockhead, tickling the frenulum with the tip of my tongue while alternating with sucking his balls one at a time deep into my mouth. And while I was there any way I made a small side trip to his perineum, which made him squirm when I licked it. He paid lots of attention to my clit, licking and sucking it, even taking little bites, which sent tiny electric shocks all through my body.
Slowly but surely we were both coming closer and closer to earth-shattering orgasms, with me the first to go over the brink but followed within nanoseconds by Mario. He filled my mouth with rope after rope of his cum, while I filled his with squirt after squirt of my juices. It took us the better part of 10 minutes to come back down from our high. We had turned and lay arm in arm, with me holding his cock in my hand, with my thumb gently gliding over his frenulum, to see if I could revive it and he cupped one of my boobs and gently played with the nipple.
Judging by the noises that came from the bedroom, it became immediately clear that we were not the only ones that had reached a peak. We heard Catharina shout at the top of her voice, “YES, YES, I’MMMMM CUUUUUUMING, OH MY GOD, OH MIO DIO!!”
I never understood why women call to God when they cum, it’s not he who makes them cum but the partner they’re with, so, in my opinion, it would be far more logical to shout out the name of the person whose cock or tongue is inside your cunt. But yeah I sometimes do the same and have a little chat with God when I cum. I wonder what women from other religions shout?
I would have to ask Jeff what he did to Catharina to make her cum so loudly – she never did when they were in the States and had sex with him, nor when I had that very satisfying girl-girl session with her. Maybe I should try to find a way to repeat that while we’re here. I’d have to ask her, I’m sure she would be interested. I was also very much looking forward to having a fling with Gina and Victoria. That would be a first for me as well. I’d done threesomes with men dozens of times but come to think of it I never had with women. Great, another thing to tick off my list of 69 sexy things to do before I die.
After a little while, Catharina and Jeff joined us again in the living room. We had another drink with all four of us in the nude, something Catharina and Mario told us they’d never done before, but it felt so natural. In the end, we got dressed and Mario, who said he wouldn’t drive when he had been drinking, called a taxi to take us back to the villa where we were staying. There, Jeff and I did a little replay of our evening with the Italians and he made me experience what he did to Catharina so I also ended up talking to God out loud when I came.
The next morning, we were woken by a knock at the door.
“Rise and shine!” said a cheerful voice entering our bedroom. When I opened one eye I saw it was Gina who had come to wake us for another day of sightseeing. After a nice breakfast, we went downtown and saw parts of Rome we couldn’t have imagined existed. They also told us the whole story of how the city came to be, including the legends of the seven hills and Romulus and Remus. We had lunch in one of the top ten pizzerias in town and at her mother’s request she dropped us off at their apartment for an afternoon coffee. Gina and Victoria said they wanted to do some shopping and told us they would pick us up later that afternoon.
While I was having a chat with Catharina, Mario and Jeff were going to do some men’s stuff. The men’s stuff was a soccer match involving Mario’s favorite team against their mortal enemies. Jeff had never in his life seen a soccer match and he needed Mario to explain the rules to him, luckily there were some other mates of Mario who were more fluent in English, so in the end, he could follow the match. My afternoon with Catharina was equally satisfying, especially when she began to tell me what Jeff had done with her the evening before resulting in all the noise I had heard her make. She insisted on demonstrating how he had played with her boobs, which of course got my motor running as well and one thing led to another. Within the shortest time, we were both naked in bed together. She confessed that she had watched some lezzi porn with Mario, who also, but not surprisingly, seemed to like it a lot. It even helped him to learn some new tricks, which, I now understood he had tried out on me the evening before. I wondered if he had tried them on Catherine before – well no better time than the present to find out.
To be able to do that I slid down Catharina’s lush body, leaving a trail of little kisses starting from her mouth, over her neck, boobs, and abdomen, and ending between her wide-open legs. When I then began licking Catherina’s pussy in the way Mario had used for the first time on me the previous night, according to him, I immediately got a reaction from Catherina.
“I think I know who taught you that little trick.”
“Mmmmmmmhmmmm,” was all I could bring out for the moment.
“It was Mario, wasn’t it? Yes it must have been him, he tried it on me for the first time only last week and I just loved it, as I love it now done by you, oh yes keep going pleeeaaaase.”
What could I do when she asked so nicely, I kept going at her in exactly the way Mario had demonstrated to me. The result was proportional to Catharina’s satisfied noises, making it clear her body burned with pleasure. I love sucking dick, but I definitely love eating pussy as well, or come to think of it, maybe even more. It probably has to do with the taste.
When you suck dick, you only get a little taste from the guy’s pre-cum and you have to wait for the full experience until he comes. With a woman, it’s different, you get her taste almost immediately and all the time. The ultimate experience is of course when you can make her squirt and I am rather proud to say I almost always succeed in getting a squirt out of the women I go down on. Based on Catharina’s squirming and moaning I was sure I would succeed with her as well.
After the remark about where I had learned the trick, the only sound Catharina made were high-pitched moans alternated with the sweetest whimpers so I was startled when she spoke again.
“Would you mind if we go to 69, please? I want to taste your wonderful pussy again.”
You can imagine I didn’t mind at all, so I quickly moved up her body, took the opportunity to give her a full kiss on the lips, sharing her own taste, and turned around on top of her to continue dining at the Y. I was immediately rewarded by her agile tongue attacking my also wet haven. I felt her try to apply the same trick on me, as I was using on her.
It didn’t take too long for the both of us to reach the orgasm Nirvana, and yes I managed to make her squirt, but so did she with me. As I was positioned on top I heard she had some problems with all my fluids going directly down her throat and squirting all over her face, so I rolled to the side.
It took both of us a few minutes to come back down to earth, but being the younger one, I managed it a bit sooner than Catharina, which allowed me to turn back around. When I looked at her she had her eyes still closed, but with a blissful smile on her face. When she finally opened them she looked at me and…
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You look like a little drowned puppy, dear.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Yeah I’m sure, you give as good as I do.”
“That thing that Mario did to both of us, which I have baptized as ‘The Mario Move’ sure helps to get things flowing doesn’t it?”
“You can say that again, I can’t remember how long it’s been since I squirted so much.”
“I think we’d better clean ourselves up before our guys arrive, we don’t want to give them the wrong impression now do we?”
Luckily we had plenty of time to take a shower, wash our hair, dry it, and put our faces back on before the guys or Gina arrived.
When Mario brought Jeff back late afternoon, he told me he had thoroughly enjoyed himself. He was not really surprised the Italians were as serious about their soccer, or football as they call it, as we are about ours. I was happy that they had enjoyed themselves, although in a different way, as much as we girls had.
Shortly afterwards, Gina arrived to take us back to the villa. We said our goodbyes to Catharina and Mario and urged them to come to visit us soon, now that they had discovered a taste for cruising and traveling.
While Gina had come to pick us up, Victoria had been cooking, and when we entered their home, the appetizing smells of Italian cuisine greeted us. I must say Victoria had really outdone herself, and although she was only his daughter-in-law she could also have been a famous chef, just like Mario was, and his son Marco was well on the way to becoming one. He had managed to keep the one Michelin star his dad had and was working very hard to get a second one this year.
Each dish we savored was accompanied by a different wine, compliments of our in-house sommelier Gina. I was curious if they had plans to treat their guests, who would rent a villa, to these culinary specialties.
“When you rent the villas do you have plans to also provide a catering service?”
“We don’t know yet,” replied Victoria, “we will definitely provide breakfast if the guests want that, but I’m not sure about other meals.”
“If you can serve this kind of food, I’m sure you will have customers for it, it would definitely be an added value.”
“Absolutely,” Jeff said, “American guests especially, would appreciate combining the Italian culture Rome has to offer with its culinary delights.”
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