Ancient Passions (Ancient Passions Series # 1)

by Summers, Roxanne

  By now, Antonio had reached around to unbutton my skirt and felt down between my legs. My pussy was oozing copious, slippery juices in which Antonio wiggled his finger like it was hot maple syrup. Now I was panting and even reaching behind to try to unbutton his cock.

  Then we heard Basilio speaking to them both, as if giving orders in a gruff voice: “Cambi prego i posti, signores…” At once the girls jumped up and changed places, and we knew what would come next. While Rosalina shamelessly pulled off her white shorts and squatted down over Basilio's waiting lips, the young Anastasia grasped Basilio's big prick in her hand and lowered herself….no! She rolled away at the last moment and sprawled on the grass next to Basilio with her head resting on his stomach and her back toward us. Then she began to lick the base of his shaft all around while her little hand slowly grazed up and down the length of it, stopping only to enclose his big pink cock head with her fingers and make delicate circles around it. Rosalina was relishing the attentions of Basilio's hungry mouth, but for her this was not enough. She slowly rolled to one side (pulling him along with her) for now she saw a way to seal her lips over Anastasia’s pussy. And so the triangle was complete. Basilio lay on his side facing us, propped up on one arm, his face buried in Rosalina’s pussy. He also managed to roughly grasp her breasts in his hands, as Rosalina in turn had her lips glued to Anastasia’s cunt, her hands cradling her friend’s ass as she licked and kissed her little clitoris, and all the while Anastasia herself was nearly gagging on Basilio’s big cock. Suddenly Rosalina’s moans grew louder.

  “Ah! Ah! Ah! Sta venendo! Sta venendo!”

  At the same time, as Antonio was pumping his hidden cock against my ass, and even though it had not penetrated, I reached a climax. I let out one low moan, “Oh God!” before he threw his hand over my mouth to silence me. I could see Basilio was making big circles with his head as Rosalinda came.

  He and his tongue had worked hard though, and soon he had shaken himself free of the two women and stood over them. “Anastasia!” he nearly shouted. “Non desiderate la mia belino”?

  “No, No, Basilio è troppo grande.”

  Rosalinda put her arm around Anastasia then as the two girls were lying next to each other on the ground, Basilio looming over them with his cock protruding out from his body like a weapon. “Vene, Antonio, vene,” she intoned, and he fell to his knees with his prick hovering over Anastasia’s pussy. Rosalinda took it in her hand and sucked on it for a moment, then, her mouth full of saliva, drooled it onto Anastasia’s mound of Venus and dropped down to lick her pussy all over and slip her tongue inside it. Then, as she replaced her tongue by slipping her fingers inside her friend, she went back to Basilio’s cock for more sucking, then back to lick and pump Anastasia’s pussy, still skillfully stroking Basilio’s pulsing cock. Soon both her friends’ sexual parts were dripping wet, both of them moaning with desire, and finally she drew Anastasia’s legs apart and eased Basilio’s cock down to it and began rubbing his prick up and down between Anastasia’s legs. Now she lowered her lips to Anastasia’s clitoris and began sucking on that, and when Basilio cock popped up she sucked the juices off of it, and then down went the cock between the slender girl’s legs for more. Sometimes she again had two or three fingers in Anastasia’s pussy, moving them steadily in and out, as she moved her lips quickly up and down Basilio's prickhead.

  Finally Anastasia could take no more. “Oh, Dialo me, mettalo dentro...”

  And so slowly Rosalinda eased Basilio's thing inside the diminutive pussy of her friend, who let out a cry of pleasure. “È così grande!” she cried, but happily took it as he gently moved just the head of it in and out of her. Rosalinda, her work done, sprawled on the grass, but her pussy was in reach of Anastasia’s fingers, and they were soon playing with it, exploring its wetness, flicking Rosalinda’s clitoris and probing deeper into her pulsing hole. As Basilio pumped faster, Rosalinda closed her lips over Anastasia’s little breasts and pert nipples, licking them playfully, moaning under the attentions of Anastasia’s fingers.

  The girls’ cries permeated the afternoon air, and as Basilio grunted and puffed in pleasure, Antonio pulled my skirt and panties down and slipped his swollen cock into my soaked pussy, still covering my mouth with one hand. I moaned into his hand, my pussy felt so silky and velvety inside, while with his other hand he grasped my pretty ass, pulling me closer and thrusting in and out, making his way deeper and deeper into my slippery crack.

  Anastasia was about to come. “Sto morendo!!” I am dying!” she cried, and thrust her petite body upward, her breasts twisting back and forth as Rosalinda licked them feverishly. But we heard Rosalina at that moment warn the young man, “Basilio! Controllisi!” for she wanted him to finish by fucking her, and indeed, when Anastasia’s convulsions had subsided, Rosalinda shifted herself to crouch down and bury her head in Anastasia’s pussy, at the same time lifting her generous ass as a target for Basilio's wet cockhead. As Basilio buried his thing into Rosalinda, she covered Anastasia’s still pulsing pussy with light kisses and then sharp little licks, so that soon the air was again filled with sounds of pleasure. Basilio's hands roamed over Rosalinda’s ass and he squeezed them and then held her waist to ram harder and harder into her. Meanwhile the object of his passion was literally sucking the juice out of Anastasia, who was approaching her second climax.

  Trying to control himself, Basilio pulled his big wet rod out of the girl and watched it throbbing in mid-air as he gasped for breath, but Rosalinda called for him to give it back to her, and when he did she cried, “È troppo, sorca sono su fuoco!! It’s too much, my pussy’s on fire!” and under the Italian sun five people floated into orgasmic bliss – Basilio pulled out and sent great gobs of spurting cum into Rosalinda’s hair, as Rosalinda collapsed onto Anastasia’s heaving stomach. I came then also, which Antonio knew by my hard bite on his hand and the sharp contractions of my pussy, and his own, hot cum was spurting deep into me, his cock clicking and pulsing together with my pussy, all of us gasping for air.

  But soon our erotic entertainers began laughing helplessly, exhaustedly, and spontaneously it seemed – or perhaps this was their custom – they crawled toward the river, animal-like, oblivious of anything but their intense desire for the sweet, cooling waters of the stream, sinking gleefully into the shallows of the flowing stream. I envied them as they lolled there in their nakedness, sporting like seals, splashing each other. Rosalina’s generous breasts swayed sensuously as she grasped Anastasia’s slim waist and pulled her deeper into the water. Basilio on his knees, splashed his muscled body all over and then rose to his feet, his cock still half erect, surveying his delicious playmates. Anastasia and Rosalina were by now mid-stream, embracing tenderly, their arms around each other, exchanging the tenderest of kisses.

  It was then that a bird – a dove ! – alighted with fluttering wings onto the tree above us and gave forth a throaty call, and their eyes, searching for the source of the sound, fell upon the two of us beneath the tree, enfolded in each other’s arms.

  “Ah, Basilio! Non siamo soli!” cried Rosalina in distress, yet when her eyes locked on mine I felt an electricity there, as if despite her shock she knew instantly that Antonio and I had shared in the passions they had just concluded. And now here came Basilio, striding toward us, completely unconcerned for either his safety or his nakedness. Instinctively, we rose to a sitting position. But I had to awkwardly hold my blouse together, so immediately all was clear to him. His stern gaze, first hostile as it fell on Antonio, melted into a smile as he saw my state of partial undress and he realized what we had in all likelihood been up to.

  “Ma sono solo voyeur, Rosalina! Una coppia fortunata che ha apprezzato il nostro spettacolo, e sembra proprio fatto la loro parte in esso!” A native Spanish speaker, Antonio understood well enough.

  “He calls us lucky voyeurs. And he knows what we’ve been doing,” he whispered to me.

  Fearless, Basilio continued striding toward us as Antonio rose to his feet. “Co
me, my friend,” he chuckled in broken English, “we live for moment!” “Dispensare con loro e si unirà a Madre Natura come un bambino innocente!” (Later, Antonio reflected on how poetic Basilio was: “Dispense with them,” he had said, “and cleave to Mother Nature nakedly, as an innocent child!”) Basilio's laughter rang out, more like a lion’s roar, I thought, and with a grin, my wild and willing Antonio acceded and stepped out of his jeans and tore off his shirt as well.

  But what was happening to me? First Paris and now this! Though I still could not remember the details of what had transpired in France, I knew we had been through some sort of transformative sexual adventure. But even as my mind reeled, my body was responding to the sight of these two cheerfully mischievous males reveling before me, their arms around each other’s shoulders, and then my eyes wandered to the river where Rosalina and Anastasia, watching us, stood embracing each other. Rosalina, eyebrows raised, a seductive smile on her lips, now extended an arm toward me and wiggled a forefinger in invitation. My first instinct was to run. I’d never experienced a same-sex encounter, unless you included the playful “practice kisses” I’d exchanged with my teenage girlfriend Carly in junior high school. Long-forgotten images of those warm breath moments in her room flashed across my memory, the way her hands used to graze shyly across my budding breasts, giving way to the far more explicit and wild acts I’d seen Rosalinda and Anastasia share. I had to face the reality of how turned on I’d been. My heart was beating like a hammer, and I knew I could not refuse. I felt the hot Italian sun beating down on me, I was sweating and wet between my legs from my sexual exertions and longed to immerse my body in the cool river and drink deep of its waters. I looked up to see Basilio and Antonio waiting for my response, and in Basilio's dark brooding eyes I found the answer. Live for the moment, he had said! So I rose and slipped off my skirt and blouse, shaking my hair in a gesture of freedom as I did. “Bravo!” our new friends shouted in one voice, followed by peals of feminine laughter, and I ran to the river and splashed my way in, rushing into the arms of the two women as an excited child might join her friends on a playground. How can I describe what transpired there? The instinctive, almost ancient melding of our spirits? It was as if, rather than a new experience for me, we were re-enacting a scene from a forgotten, misty past – or was it a future world, or a timeless place where love flows effortlessly and no arbiters of right and wrong stand in judgment on us all. Our arms encircled each other’s waists and roamed freely, our cheeks drew close and kisses spilled from our lips. I breathed in the sweet aromas of their bodies and was intoxicated. Even in the flowing waters, I could feel my sex moistening and pulsing.

  “You are both so beautiful,” I sighed.

  “Ma tu sei molto adorabile anche,” Anastasia sighed, brushing my hair tenderly from my face. We sank down into the waters and I felt the slow currents of the stream caressing my most secret parts. Only our heads above the water, hands reached out to touch breasts, and despite the coolness that enveloped me I knew a fire was being kindled. Images of what we had just seen flashed through my brain. My breath grew quick. We saw the same thing in each other’s eyes. Instinctively, our heads turned toward the shore where Basilio and Antonio were lolling on the bank, legs dangling in the shallows, erect cocks in their hands, stroking them, wiggling them about like hungry snakes, like fishing poles, like vendors offering the ultimate in Italian sausages.

  As if by plan, Rosalina and Anastasia each took me by a hand and drew me toward the two men. My glance flicked back and forth between Basilio and Antonio as we approached. Antonio's smile told me he knew my fantasy and did not object to it. In Basilio's smile and upraised eyebrows I saw my fantasy was his as well. It must have been a river ordained by Cupid himself, for I felt only soft wet sand in the shallows as I fell to my knees and my hands reached out to lightly caress Basilio's tanned, muscled thighs. He murmured with pleasure at my touch and I snuggled closer until I was enclosed within them and his pulsing member stood within reach of my hungry lips. I heard the laughter of my new girlfriends and turned to see them leading Antonio away into the stream to wash away his sweat as well and receive tender ministrations I could well imagine and longed to observe. But first things first, I thought. Basilio's big tool lay before me, and I reached out with one finger to gently circle the very tip of it, then a bit lower to draw a lazy circle around the sensitive edge of its love-helmet. I grasped the whole head then, drawing it slowly toward me until it was almost horizontal, and looking up in his eyes playfully, let it snap back against his hard stomach.

  “Ahhh,” he cried out, “That was a sweet surprise!” Then he bent down and grasped my neck with both his hands and drew me into a fiery kiss, one my body immediately surrendered to; my lips opened hungrily to welcome his tongue and softly lash it with my own, he turned my head this way and that in the heat of our passion until we were left gasping for breath. Then he laughed softly. “Please do what you can to re-awaken my good friend here. He has already worked hard, but will soon be ready for more.” Lulled by the warm sun, I lowered my head and brushed my cheeks and long black hair against his cock, nuzzled it with my nose and my just slightly open lips, then took it in my hand and ever so slowly began stroking it up and down with just my thumb and forefinger as I lay my head on his lap and let my tongue flick playfully at its base. But the taste of it soon had my lips open and they slipped higher, making his shaft slick with saliva that seemed to be pouring from my mouth. The smell of his cock intoxicated me. My two fingers on the upper reaches of it became three fingers, then four, tightening ever so slightly, their motion becoming more rapid. Finally I had the big head fully in my mouth, twisting and licking and teasing it before I finally, slowly drew it deeper in, and it felt as if it were sinking gently into my pussy. My mouth was working like it was made just for sex, I was drooling over this thing I had between my lips, Basilio's cock had gotten all slick and sticky-sweet, and my hand got all slippery too as I moved it up and down, and when I squeezed its base I could feel his big cock head swell even more in my mouth and now I tasted a few drops of salty-sweet cum and his cock started pulsing and I could feel him tensing, so I drew back and stopped and looked up at him and smiled. His eyes were closed, then they snapped open and he reached down and grabbed my hair roughly with an almost angry expression, but then he laughed again, appreciatively, released me, caressed my lips lightly and looked up at the river.

  I turned and saw petite Anastasia in Antonio’s embrace, her head turned up, arms around his neck, their lips locked together as if their souls were deep in passionate conversation. But only their upper bodies were pressed close together, for between them on the far side stood Rosalina. With one hand she was skillfully stroking his cock, while she had slipped the other between Anastasia’s legs from behind. Anastasia’s back was arched, and her perfect ass was thrust back as her friend’s fingers probed and tickled her pussy from behind. We could hear her soft cries of pleasure, as Rosalina avidly licked her neck, then moved to Antonio to slip her tongue into his ear, and all the while his free hand roved over her ample breasts and fulsome nipples, squeezing and roaming their fullness. He broke his kiss and turned to engulf Rosalina’s lips, one hand on her breast, the other reaching down now into her bushy cleft. I saw him quickly plunge two fingers into her and hear her cry out in pleasure and pump his shaft more urgently. I reached out for Basilio's cock and began pumping absent-mindedly.

  “But you need better view, sweet girl,” he said, and lifted me to my feet, turning me toward the erotic trio in the shallows. I knew what was coming next as I felt his arms on my waist, pulling me back toward him. I straddled his big thighs and reached down to grab his huge thing and rub its head roughly against my rich pussy hair, knowing he would want to be taken into the slippery wetness inside me. How delicious the feeling as I eased that big pink head past my labial lips into my warm, slick vagina. How good it felt as I sank down farther onto his wonderfully stiff shaft, opening me wide inside, every square centimeter of my
pussy stretched open and super-sensitized. His hands were on my ass now, lightly squeezing and caressing it. I let myself just halfway down the shaft, then raised up until his cock almost slipped out, wiggled a little to let my hair tickle the tip of his thing, then sank wetly down on it again. I wanted to slowly massage that big cockhead with my tight wet pussy, and you can bet he liked it. Our moans grew loud enough to catch the others’ attention. When Antonio saw the two of us, a look of shock fell over his face, dispelled by a smile of realization. After all, there he was in the embrace of two luscious women – how could he be jealous?

  “Come, darling,” I called to him, “before you catch a cold out there.”

  So Antonio and his playmates disentangled themselves and waded toward us. At the same time, I felt Basilio loll back onto the bank in readiness for something sweet on his lips to compliment what he already was enjoying. And soon enough, Rosalina had moved behind us and the sounds I began to hear made it clear she had pressed her pussy down onto his waiting lips and his tongue was lovingly probing it’s moist interior. I felt her arms around me then as she cooed in pleasure, reaching to touch my breasts, lifting and weighing them, flicking my nipples with her soft fingers so that electric chills ran down to my already throbbing sex. But Anastasia had her own plans. She sunk to her knees where I had been moments before, cuddled close between Basilio's legs, and turned her head sweetly as her tongue felt its way toward his balls, then moved slowly upward. By now I was pumping myself up and down the full length of Basilio's taut member, immersed in the pleasure of it, but now came something I had never dreamed of – a young girl’s lips and flicking tongue on my clitoris as I touched bottom. After a couple of those flashing sensations I descended all the way down and just squirmed in little circles on that cock as Anastasia engulfed my outer lips and clitoris, moving her head with the same passion she had when kissing Antonio’s lips. And as she did all this, what a view I had of Antonio as he positioned himself behind her, raising her ass up out of the water and flipping his cock up and down along her crack. I could see he was inflamed by the sight of the three of us, my pussy impaled on Basilio's big rod while Anastasia’s beautiful face wandered from gorging on my open pussy, then on to his engorged cock whenever I lifted off of it, licking up the hot juices it drew out of me every chance she could. Meanwhile Antonio, getting off on Anastasia’s ministrations just as much as I was, was shifting that energy into the licking he was giving Rosalinda, for we heard her crying, “Ahh vengo, vengo! Ah, Antonio, sto morendo!” And now came Anastasia’s cries of pleasure as little-by-little, Antonio’s thick pulsing rod pushed into that tight pussy of hers, and muffled cries that were already pushing me into orgasm. Antonio looked into my eyes and knew I was close, and with his hands firmly on Anastasia’s waist he bent over her shapely back and our open lips met and he kissed me into coming, my moans spurring him into harder thrusting into Anastasia’s sweet ass, and that made her lick my clit all the harder, until I thought my orgasm would never stop.