Thankfully, the swelling inside the pouch indicated that, whether he was into guys or not, Francesco was definitely into girls. Finally, the Italian got into the spirit of things by taking off his shirt. Both were now left in their undies only. It was pretty obvious to Tina by now that she would have to make the first move. Now was not the time for subtlety. In one easy movement she pulled the thongs down revealing a penis quite remarkable for its size, or rather lack of it. The tiny dimensions of his covering had fooled Tina into believing that she was going to be in for a treat. The reality was very different.
Knowing she needed to make the best of a bad job she attacked his vanilla pod with the same intensity she had shown with Hunter. In terms of dimensions there was no discernible change, but in terms of Francesco’s attitude there was a seismic transformation. At a stroke he had lost all his former equanimity and was stroking Tina’s blonde tresses and gabbing away in Italian. Tina wondered what would happen if he came in her mouth. Would she realise it had happened? Was the amount of sperm proportional to the size of the donger? She must have missed that bit in biology class.
When it did happen, Tina was taken by surprise. Whatever the limitations of the hosepipe there was absolutely nothing wrong with the water supply or for that matter the water pressure. Shortly before he came he withdrew from Tina’s mouth and released his creamy sperm in a jet all over her face. Tina licked it up greedily.
‘You like?’ Francesco asked.
‘It’s really yummy,’ said Tina, taking hold of his pencil and feeling it begin to grow once more under her touch.
While Tina was thus engaged, the Italian removed her bra and then moved his hands to her panties.
‘Scusi,’ he said, as he got Tina to twist round a bit so he could ease them off.
‘Aha!’ he cried, as if he was making a scientific discovery (which in a way he was). ‘Una bionda naturale!’
Tina didn’t know what he was going on about but the fact he was showing a bit more enthusiasm more than made up for that. His stick had regained what Tina now accepted was its full length and it was clear where he wanted to plant it. But first he wanted to irrigate the field of golden barley. No Italian girl was blonde like Tina was blonde.
Tina lay back and enjoyed the best tongue work of her life. If only he had been equally endowed in both departments he would have been the world’s greatest lover, like that Casanova. No wonder he spent so much time reading sad poetry, she thought. Within two minutes (tops) Tina had climaxed. She was now waiting – legs apart and with some trepidation – for him to enter her. He had just spent himself. Would he be able to come again? Would she be able to come again?!
Suddenly Francesco took charge. He got to his knees and brought them close to Tina, forcing her legs apart. He put his hands under her bottom and lifted her up. He then got her to bend her knees and plant her feet on the bed, which pushed her hips into the air. Kneeling tall, Francesco eased his licorice stick into Tina’s vagina, her muscles instinctively tightening around it to make sure it didn’t slip out.
‘You wait this moment a long time, no?’ said Francesco – a quite different animal from what he had been just a few minutes ago.
‘Oh, god, yes!’ said Tina, although it was really a moment like this that she had been waiting for. How she wished she could have grafted Hunter’s penis onto Francesco’s body!
‘You gonna cum for me, baby!’ Francesco growled. It was a command rather than a question.
‘Oh, god, yes!’ said Tina – aware that she was repeating herself, but unsure of what else to say.
It was no good, though. The lack of any meaningful friction down there meant that Tina was fated not to seal the deal with the handsome Italian, which would be a sad ending to her holiday. There was only one possible way, she thought. She needed him to talk dirty to her.
‘Tell me what you did after you first met me at the hotel,’ she said, hoping to get a response she could work with.
‘I couldn’t go to reception desk like I needed to do. I had to go to the toilet first.’
‘Why did you go to the toilet, Francesco?’ Tina asked, like a teacher teasing the truth out of a naughty pupil.
‘I must make sex on my own before I could go back to work.’
‘Tell me what you did,’ said Tina, as that old familiar feeling began to build up inside her.
‘I take off my pants and I rub my penis till he becomes like a monster.’
A reference to his equipment was the last thing Tina needed but she pushed it out of her mind and focused on her own growing desire.
‘And then?’
‘And then I come, like I am coming inside you now!’
Tina had no more questions. Only answers, as Francesco shot his load inside her, his cries ringing out in the basement of a dream house where dreams really do come true.
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